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Chapter 7

Steve hurried back to the SAPS station that housed the poaching unit. During the whole drive his mind was on April and panicking over what she could be going through. Their time together was never dull and she was the perfect woman for him. He had to find her and keep her from trouble.

When Steve arrived at the Police station it was close to 10 PM and the desk Sergeant made him wait in the lobby until the detectives were available. Steve sat and for a couple of minutes thought about what he was going to say to the detectives and how he was going to convince them to help him.

Steve absentmindedly opened up his email and almost deleted what looked like some kind of spam. Then he saw the title and opened the email. It had a list of instructions and there was a video clip attached. As he watched the video clip and his fury began to grow until his balled up hands began punching the wall. Nobody was to touch his woman except him … NOBODY!!

Not only was he going to get her back, but he was going to punish this gang in a most brutal fashion. He watched the tape torture with anger taking over is demeanor. After watching it for the second time his fury had turned to cool calculated focus, where he could actually look for clues in the video as to where April was being held. He didn’t really get any clues but he did notice two men were reflected in some shiny metal and he thought maybe the police that he had met with earlier might recognize who these men were.

He downloaded the video and put it into a separate folder on his phone. Then he copied stills of the men reflected in the metal and air printed those on a printer next to the desk Sergeant with the idea that he might give the photos to the police.

Steve looked at his phone and began to scrutinize the information he received during his earlier visit. The Companies name was “Exotic Captures” and had the afore mentioned five locations.” There were only two remote locations and logic dictated that one of these locations would be where they took April. The problem was time. One was an hour north and the other was three hours east. Steve knew that he needed to guess right the first time.

He was betting that, after seeing the photos of April, they may try to duplicate some of the poses in the photos. They had already demonstrated the tape torment on the video, but so far they hadn’t violated her and promised not to for twenty four hours. He held out a little hope that they would stick to their time schedule, but no matter what he did he knew they would never give her back.

After having a group of smugglers and poachers watch April teased and tormented, he knew they would eventually be released on April like a pack of hyenas. He had to get to her first and he would gladly trade the photos for April, but he didn’t really think they would ever let her go even if he gave them the photos. She is his inspiration and gives him wings, so it was up to him to make sure his Sub is safe.

She was his Sub and his woman and he would fight to the death for her, but for the smugglers April was also a prize worth fighting for. By definition these smugglers or poachers preyed on living things, so it was within their realm to make a profit and sell her into sexual slavery. He couldn’t let that happen.

Steve knew she was a strong, intelligent, determined woman and she had been through abusive times with her father’s cohorts. This situation was different, but he knew she was a fighter and would find ways to battle the gang. Still he needed to get there as soon as possible and save her.

It was then that Detective Van Dijk entered the waiting room, gathered him up and escorted him back to a conference room.

Steve didn’t give Bram a chance to say anything before he relayed the kidnapping of April from the hospital. At the conclusion of Steve’s tale Detective Van Dijk left the room and returned a few moments later with Detectives Kwame Botha and Aarem Janssen in tow. Once again Steve relayed the kidnapping tale and showed them the reflected photos of the men in the video.

Bram gave a glance at Kwame, with Aarem following suit. It was obvious that everyone recognized one of the photos and they were looking to Detective Botha to make the decision for the decision. Steve watched Kwame’s face and finally saw him decide not to come forth with the information. It was at that moment that moment Steve pulled out the entire video and showed April’s torture to the Detectives.

When April was first stripped in front of the camera, all three detective’s gasp and exclaimed, “Holy Shit”, “Damn I’ve never seen a woman … shit … she’s gorgeous!”, “Fok sy blaas warm!” All the detectives blushed, but never took their eyes away from the screen.

As the torment went on the detectives got quieter and soon began to get upset, which slowly turned to anger. At the end of the video Steve angrily hissed “This is my woman and the woman I göztepe escort love. I am going to get her back and punish the men that did this to her with or without your help. It will be considerably less bloody if you help, but it is happening regardless.”

He stared at detective Botha with hard eyes and eventually Kwame slowly nodded his head up and down. Bram and Aarem gave a sigh and launched into an exposition, “The leader goes by the name Jafari and the two next to him are called Johan and Cedric. They all work for a group called “Exotic Captures”. So far, we haven’t had any problems with them, but they have a reputation for doing anything for money.”

Steve watched them, trying to figure out what they were thinking. As policeman they had showed any interest in trying to save April or going after the kidnappers. Granted, he wasn’t in Texas where they would’ve rounded up a posse and gone after the bad guys. Still, they were policeman and he couldn’t understand their lack of motivation for justice. He decided to play along with them for a little while longer, trying to discern their motivations, while gathering as much information as he could about the kidnappers.

So far everything that had been said, Steve already knew. So, he decided to dig a little further, “So where is their main animal storage location. Or more to the point where do you think they would take April?”

All three of the cops exchanged sheepish glances and finally Bram spoke up, “All their animals are usually kept in their Franschhoek facility, but all shipping is out of the Saldanha facility.” He took a look at Aarem and Kwame and both gave him encouraging looks so he continued, “My thoughts are that they would take her to the Saldanha facility, because it is close to the shipping ports.”

Steve looked at each of the cops analyzing their expressions and he could tell something was off. Were they lying or were they just uncomfortable talking about people they knew and dealt with all the time? Steve had never felt any comradery or trust with these cops and their squirrely looks made him feel as though they were covering for the smugglers. So, Steve decided then and there to take all the information from the cops with a grain of salt and primarily go with his gut.

He needed to stop messing around with these guys and start looking for April. So, he stood, gathered all of his paperwork and phone and gruffly said, “Thank you for all your help. I need to get some sleep so I can start the drive to Saldanha in the morning.”

Bram, Aarem and Kwame all physically relaxed and Steve knew at that point that they had been covering for the smugglers or maybe their friends. As he began walking out of the building, he knew he needed to get to Franschhoek as soon as possible. Hopefully he could get there long before sunrise and launch an operation to save April before the sun came up.

As Steve reached the door he turned and asked, “I assume the kidnapping is still against the law in South Africa. I’ve never seen policeman so uninterested in solving crime, can you explain to me why you are not offering to help?”

Kwame spoke up, “We are the poaching arm of the South African police services and only have jurisdiction over poaching and smuggling. We will make a report to the division that handles human trafficking and kidnapping. We will tell them you’re going they will meet you there tomorrow.”

Steve could tell by the deadpan manner in which this was delivered that they had no intention of making a report to anybody except maybe to the smugglers. He was on his own.

Steve left the building and before he began his drive to Franschhoek he rechecked the ammunition for his pistol and rifle. Once he was confident that he had everything he needed, he put the address into his Google maps and began his quest to save April. It was after midnight and he still had a three to four hour drive. As he foot stomped on the gas he silently prated that she was ok and would remain that way until he could save her.

Chapter 8

April was lost in a foggy lustful haze as the gang members took turns tormenting her bound form. Her arms and legs were aching after being stretched to their limits. The sensitivity oil kept being applied to her already hyper-sensitive skin and her breasts, nipples, belly and clit were throbbing painfully. She had been stretched and tormented for what seemed like a day, but it had only been five hours.

To make matters worse, an hour ago the leader had ordered his minions to make April cum continuously until he told them to stop. Through her muddled haze April noted that Johan was the first suck her clit between his lips. All the muscles in her stretched form convulsed in a cataclysmic orgasm that ripped away all awareness. Her body and mind exploded in a tsunami of unfathomable ecstasy with sexual core cramped and leaving her gasping for breath.

She çorlu escort had no idea how long they kept her cumming, but as she came out of her fog, she became aware of her sore and battered body. All of her erogenous zones were very tender and well abused. The tenderness, aches and pains allowed her to focus on what was going on around her.

There were still gang members that continued to try and torment her achy and abused form, but their touch only brought pain to her raw pussy, clit and nipples. Touching her chafed and abraded body parts had the effect opposite of what they desired. Instead of keeping her mind muddled with erotic tension, her wounded and sensitive body parts only brought pain and pain brought clarity to her situation.

It must have been very late or early in the morning, because three quarters of the gang was spread around the large room, asleep. On the other side of the large room sat a table where the rest of the gang ate and talked excitedly about their upcoming score.

Only Johan was still close by and he was watching her. As she looked into his eyes, she knew that he was her way out of here. He had that puppy dog look that told her he would do anything to even be near her. April had people treat her like a goddess all her life and she grew up knowing how to get everything she wanted from men. Now that skill may come in handy.

Steve was the exception. She loved the fact that she couldn’t manipulate him. He spoiled her rotten and took care of her the way other man ever had, but he wouldn’t put up with her self-indulgent, petulant behavior. She had fallen in love with him the first time she met him, but when he made love to her it was an explosive feeling that rocked her to the core. Every time they made love thereafter only closed her heart for anyone but Steve. When he locked the slave collar around her neck, he sealed the love for him inside her heart. He was the perfect man for her and now she had to use Johan so that she could get back to the man she loved.

April looked over at Johan and threw her dry throat and parched lips she tried to speak, but the words barely escaped her lips. She tried to generate some saliva to coat her throat and in her raspy, hoarse voice was finally able to say, “Water, please give me some water!”

Johan perked up at her voice and his eyes slowly ogled her abused, yet still spectacular body and jumped up as if he suddenly understood that she said something. He grabbed a nearby bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and slowly poured water into her mouth. April greedily swallowed much needed water, but it was still too much and overflowed her mouth sending rivulets of water erotically coursing down her chest and belly.

Johan was mesmerized as the water seemed to caress April’s beleaguered erogenous zones and he dipped his head to drink the water and cascaded over her form. To April his lips and tongue were like sandpaper on her overly sensitive body parts, yet she still uttered an erotic moan as an enticement to continue. Johan did exactly that and even broke out another bottle of water that he wound up pouring over and licking off her sizzling body.

To April his attempts at seduction only tortured her already brittle skin. She moaned again, but this time in pain and her torso writhed in an attempt to get away from his harsh tongue and chapped lips. Johan was so enthralled with her undulating body, he assumed that her squirms were throes of erotic passion, so he continued to torment her distressed form.

April moaned quietly and in a low gravelly voice exclaimed, “Johan … Johan stop for a second. Let’s talk!”

Johan looked up into her eyes and noticed the painful tears in her eyes. Her gasping breaths caused him to query, “What’s wrong?

April gasps between breaths, “Sensitive, to sensitive, everything hurts!” She looked at him and she noticed what she thought was a sincere look of concern on his face. She decided to go for it and between sobs she whimpered, “Everything hurts, cut me down and give me time to recuperate. Give me a little time to rest and then you can have me.”

Johan looked around the room and everybody, including the boss, was asleep. He looked back at April and his eyes hotly ogled her naked form, from the top of her head to her delicate painted toenails. More than anything else in the world he wanted her. He wanted to watch her writhe and scream in passion, while pinned her to a bed with his cock. He wanted to hear her scream his name in passion while he watched her spectacular form shake and quiver in ecstasy as he fucked her mercilessly.

He looked over his shoulder making sure no one was watching and everyone was asleep, then he began cutting her bonds starting with her feet and finally her arms. The whole time he was cutting her bonds away he was daydreaming of fucking this gorgeous creature and making her, his. He knew ümraniye escort if he had the chance, he could make her love him and be with him forever.

April’s plans were quite different. As she felt the bonds fall away, she began looking for avenues of escape and ways she could get out the gang’s clutches. Johan was just a pawn to her and someone she could use to get back to her beloved master, Steve. Some of her plans immediately took a turn for the worse when she realized her quivering legs wouldn’t support her and needed recovery time. All the muscles in her body were exhausted and quivered with fatigue, so she needed Johan to whisked her away from the gang.

She hated relying on anyone, especially some gangster, but right now she needed help. Then Johan cut the last bond holding her in the window. As April’s legs collapsed and she felt into his arms, Johan lowered her tenderly to the cold cement floor. April gave a low hiss as her sensitive heated skin contacted the rough, cold floor and Johan immediately picked her up and set her in his lap.

April knew she had him wrapped around her little finger and she was going to use him to get out of here. However, the unknown was Steve, because she knew he was on his way to save her. Should she wait here until he got here, or should she use Johan to get away from the gang, hoping Steve could find her wherever they went. She knew Steve could find this place, but she had no idea where Johan might take her and that could hinder ultimate freedom. Ultimately, she decided she needed to reduce the odds.

She counted approximately 30 of the gang and while Steve was her most magnificent Savior, 30 against one was long odds. No matter if Johan would take her someplace Steve had no idea how to find her, one-on-one would be better. Besides, she was one tough cookie and once she got her strength back, she might be up to taking Johan by herself. The only man she had ever surrendered herself to was Steve and in her heart, she knew that would never change. He was the only man she ever loved, she had given herself to him and no one else.

April snuggled deeply into Johan’s arms and whispered into his ear, “I can be yours and only yours. I don’t want you to share me with all these others. Could you take me some place a private, where it can be just you and me?”

Johan’s eyes lit up with the brilliant idea, but he knew she could be just using him. An evil glint in his eye appeared, because she would be his gorgeous sex slave. He would take her with force, use her anyway he wanted, but he didn’t fully trust her. He turned her in his lap and twisted her arms cruelly behind her back. He used the ropes tied around her wrist to anchor her elbows together in the middle of her back.

April whimpered as he bent her arms painfully behind her back, brutally pulling her shoulders behind her and arching her back painfully. As Johan twisted her back in his lap, he looked at his handiwork and his eyes grew wide. With her arched back her magnificent breasts were stretched taut and thrust forward as if they were begging for his attention.

She was deliciously bound under his control and he couldn’t help caressing her mouthwateringly twisted form. She had a figure that begged for bondage and he thought of other ways that he could contort her sinfully enchanting body. He couldn’t resist the temptation and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, while he lashed it with his tongue and eventually grabbed it between his teeth.

April whimpered painfully as he took her, already painfully sensitive, nipples in his mouth. While she realized she had him wrapped around her finger, she also came to understand there would be a price to pay. He wanted her, and he would take when he wanted whether she was willing or not. She felt Steve’s collar heavily around her neck and she prayed she could be saved before this brute abused her Master’s property.

April grimaced in pain, but pressed on, “Please take me away from all the others, so I can be only yours.”

Johan let go of her tortured nipple and looked at her for a moment. Her cherry-red nipple glistened with his saliva and he knew he had to have more of her. Stretched as she was her breathing was labored making her breasts even more enticing. Her skin was stretched tightly over her now prominent ribs and her belly shrank against her body’s current contortion. Damn, she looked delicious and he couldn’t wait to hear her passionate screams.

Johan carefully looked around the room, making sure everyone was asleep. With his decision made he scooped April into his arms and stood turning towards the door. Her slim athletic figure felt light in his arms, but with her back arched from her bondage her nipples were too tempting to ignore. As he began to slowly walk towards the door his lips once again latched on to her red, turgid, pouty nipple.

As he picked her up April knew she would soon be free of the gang, but as Johan lashed her nipple she knew she still had major problems. With her back painfully arched, all she could see was the floor, but his ravenous gorging on her nipple drew a painful moan from deep in her chest.

April said a silent prayer, “Steve please find me and save me. I promise to never leave your side. Save me Master … Please save me.”

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She is beautiful – petite, long dark hair, flashing dark eyes, slender and athletic. She is in her early 30’s, married for a few years, bored… her husband is busy and successful at his career, and things have become quite routine for them, at home and especially, in bed. She could almost SCREAM at his predictable approach – the kiss on the throat, hand on her breast…

She craves something else, and has been afraid to admit it to herself.

It’s a baby step, to cross the line. How dangerous can an internet chat be, after all? She’s anonymous, she’s safe to play on line, saying whatever she wants and teasing the men who show interest. She is a vixen, a virgin, a slut… she loves the roles she plays, still wanting…something…

A different man shows an interest. He doesn’t ask the typical “are you hot?” and “do you have big tits?” kinds of questions… those questions that all the 17 year olds ask the older women, in chat rooms. No, he’s articulate, he has an artist’s mind, and she finds herself drawn to him. He asks questions that lead her to reveal herself, reveal her desires… dark as they may be, she wants to be dominated; she finally admits it to herself, and to him.

“Yes” he says “I knew it all along. You want to be taken, to be overpowered…” “Yes,” she admits. This is what she’s been missing – her husband, always careful of her feelings, doesn’t bring his animal nature into their lovemaking – it’s too “nice” and it’s not doing it for her. She craves it rough, dirty…

“Meet me….”

= Will she do it? She agonizes for days, but when the time comes, she goes. They plan to meet at the Hotel. She tells herself, well, it’s still a public place – he can’t axe murder me there. She cannot tuzla escort resist – she’s drawn to the experience, anticipating what’s to come…

They meet in the bar. He’s in his mid-50’s, distinguished and successful, well-dressed. He looks her over from head to toe when she walks in – she shivers, nipples hard. She’s dressed in a long dress, 100 buttons from neckline to hem, carefully buttoned. “Wear something I can rip off you,” he told her, as they were planning this date. Underneath, a camisole and thong, garter and stockings…

They shake hands, small-talk as he orders her a drink. He brushes his hand down her back and pulls her closer. She smiles, she’s wet already. He looks at her, kisses her… gently, then tongue, insistent. She gasps. “Let’s go upstairs, ok?”

His room has been carefully prepared. Champagne chilling, soft jazz on the stereo, the bed laid out with silk scarves, tiny clamps, a riding crop…

She examines everything without touching anything, while he pours the champagne. She quickly drinks and sets the glass down. He reaches for one of the silk scarves, and approaches her. He takes her by the arms, and kisses her again, deeply. Then he wraps the scarf over her eyes and ties it.

“Just stand there,” he orders, and vulnerable, she does as she’s told. He circles her, lightly touching her, looking her over. Then, when her anticipation is at its peak, he fondles her breasts and grabs the edges of her dress and in one motion, rips it off her body, all 100 buttons flying everywhere. Now he looks her over even more carefully, picking up the riding crop and running the handle in the crack of her ass, between her pendik escort thighs.

My god she’s wet. She will beg him to touch her, if he wants. He is careful, slow and deliberate as he removes the garter belt and stockings. He unfastens her bra carefully, not ripping it off like the dress, and squeezes her breasts hard, pinching her nipples. She gasps, but she loves it. He finds the tiny clamps he laid out on the bed, and carefully pinching and sucking her nipples, he attaches the clamps one at a time to each sensitive tip. She groans, her clit is throbbing, but it’s his pace, not hers.

Now he moves her, turning her to face the bed and bending her half over the edge. He ties her wrists with another scarf, and pulls her arms up over her head to tie her to a bedpost. Then he reaches down and slides the thong she’s wearing down to her knees, not off. That little bit of silk adds to bind her a bit more. He reaches to feel her wet pussy, fingering her clit, and rubbing her ass. He’s aroused now, too, and he stops for a minute to stroke his own dick, then he picks up the whip again.

She wasn’t ready for the first harsh blow, and she gasped in pain, tears flowing, the minute he whips her. Before she recovers from the first pain, he does it again. He whips her while she cries and moans, squirming, but she can’t get away, and in between, he rubs her clit and fingers her… then he whips her again. She is moaning, writhing, totally submissive – wanting him to stop, wanting him to never stop. She can almost cum right now, she’s shocked at herself to know…

He whips her 10 or 12 times, then tears off the thong. He pulls off his pants and maltepe escort fucks her from the rear. He loves the feel of her ass, hot from the beating, and he grinds into her so his balls feel the heat. Her moaning of pain has turned to moaning in lust, and she begs him, “please may I cum?” “NO! I’ll tell you when,” he says, as he keeps grinding away.

In a few minutes, he climaxes. Now she can cum, he tells her, and she immediately goes into spasm after spasm of orgasm, even though he was starting to get soft. She had been doing her best to hold back, and she felt like she’d never stop cumming… He unties her wrists and turns her over, licking her clamped nipples and rubbing her clit while she climaxes again. Now tender, he gently unclamps each nipple and kisses them – can’t leave those clamps in place too long – and then he moves to lick her clit, lick her through one more orgasm. Then, he’s ready for more.

“On your knees,” he orders, and finally removes the blindfold. Obedient, she immediately begins to suck his dick, and surprises him by deep-throating him, but she’s enthusiastic. He’s got a big dick, yes, he’s in his 50’s, but he’s in good shape and he has taken good care of himself. She is ready to cum all over again, just from the shear joy of sucking his dick, submissive, on her knees. He takes a long time to cum, this time. But she sucks him all the way through, doing her best to please him, swallowing everything and licking him clean.

He recovers enough to speak, and then orders her up on the bed where he strokes her all over for a few minutes more, and kisses her, cool and friendly, but no longer passionate. He tells her to get dressed, and she finds her bag with the extra clothes she brought along. They small-talk once more, make casual plans to meet again the next time he’s in town, and then she leaves.

Next day, she can barely sit at her desk at work, each pain making her remember. It’s not long before she kicks her husband out and divorces him; she has crossed the line and she doesn’t want to go back.

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This chapter is less steamy than the first four but is essential to the story, so please bear with me and I hope you all enjoy it.

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Stephanie looked up as David returned to their table. He apologised for keeping her waiting for so long, explaining that an unexpected situation had arisen that had required his attention. Stephanie had wondered why he had been away for so long. He did not strike her as the kind of man who would leave a woman hanging around. Still, she had been too caught up with noticing the amount of attention she was receiving from other men in the restaurant to have dwelt upon it too much. David took his seat across the table from her, his eyes looking into hers seriously.

“There will be times when you are with me where I will be called away to attend to business or other situations,” he told her. “As my sub, you will be expected to maintain your place with no complaint and no sign of either dismay or boredom.”

Stephanie nodded to show that she understood.

“Now the Maitre D’ has informed me that he noticed you were uncomfortable receiving the glances of various men in this restaurant. This will have to stop. As my sub, you are a reflection of me and will therefore be expected to take a pride in yourself and accept men’s admiration graciously!” David continued, holding her gaze.

Stephanie blushed and looked down at the table.

David reached out and lifted her chin with his finger. “You are a beautiful woman, Stephanie,” he said, “and you need to learn to believe that!” “Now,” he continued in a brisk tone. “I believe we should eat. After all, I don’t want to run the risk of your being late to return to your hotel!”

Stephanie smiled and they shared a very pleasant lunch. David expertly ordered food and wine that restored energy without filling them up. The meal was beautifully prepared and the waiters were deferential and attentive, although they couldn’t help but gaze appreciatively at Stephanie and the way her dress clung to her figure. Stephanie tried very hard not to blush, trying to obey David’s order to accept their looks with grace and composure.

When they had finished their meal, David signed the check and rose, holding out his hand to assist Stephanie in rising from her seat. As she rose, her skirt rode up her thighs a little, and Stephanie flushed, remembering that she was wearing no panties. She was about to hurriedly smooth the material down when David caught her other hand. He didn’t say anything, merely held her gaze and she had no choice but to stand there, held by his magnetism. Once he was sure he had her obedience, David nodded to indicate that she could now smooth down her dress.

“Slowly,” he told her commandingly.

Obedient to his command, Stephanie slowly smoothed the fabric down until it once more clad her legs without wrinkle. They walked out of the restaurant and made their way to the concierge desk, where David asked for his car to be brought around to the entrance of the hotel. They walked to the hotel’s entrance, David’s hand resting lightly under Stephanie’s elbow as he subtly reinforced his control over her. Once there they paused. The sunlight slanting through the windows bathed Stephanie in a warm glow, adding lustre to her hair, the colour of the material of her dress taking on an added depth. Stephanie could not know that she looked absolutely stunning. Men were looking at her in admiration, women with envy!

Stephanie’s head turned as she heard a deep throated, throbbing growl approaching. Her mouth dropped open as she saw a smooth, sleek Aston Martin DB9 Volante pull up in front of the hotel, sunlight reflecting off its gunmetal paint. The car screamed power and elegance in every line. The driver’s door opened and a valet stepped out, moving around the car and into the hotel lobby. He walked towards David and placed the keys into his hands. David handed over a $20 dollar bill as a tip and guided Stephanie out through the hotel entrance. He opened the passenger door for her and Stephanie swallowed hard as she realised how low the seat was. She was going to have to be very careful manoeuvring in and out of the car. One lapse and she would be exposed for all to see! David’s hand steadied her as she lowered herself, legs together onto the seat of the car. Keeping them together, she swivelled until she could lift her feet slightly and place them in the foot well. She was unaware that in trying to keep from exposing herself, she had entered the car in the most elegant manner. David closed the passenger door and moved around to the driver’s side. Seating himself, he looked across at her. He was pleased to see that although her skirt had ridden up her thighs (something he had blocked from anyone else’s sight as he closed her door), she had made no move to tug it down.

“Raise your skirt above your hips,” David instructed.

Stephanie’s mouth opened in startlement at his command. Being told to undress in the privacy of the penthouse was one thing. Being told to stand naked in the lift had been almost as maltepe escort bad but if she obeyed him now, anyone looking in through the window would be able to see her exposed pussy! David looked across at her, his eyes steadily measuring her, giving no sign of relenting. Stephanie swallowed hard and lifting her hips slightly, drew the skirt up above them until it rested around her waist. David reached over and stroked her mound before sliding a finger between her legs.

“Your legs are too close together, sub,” he advised. “Remember, you are to be available to me at all times! Place each leg at the sides of your seat.”

Stephanie’s tongue darted out to lick her lips, unaware of how enticing that looked. Then she did as she’d been told and moved her legs until they were spread either side of the passenger seat.

“Better,” David said. “Well done sub.”

He smiled at her and Stephanie felt a warm glow at his approval. Somehow all the thoughts of being seen with her pussy exposed seemed to fade in the warmth of his regard.

David switched on the radio and smooth jazz flowed from the speakers. They rode back to her hotel in a companionable silence. David drove the car with calm competence, his hands making minute adjustments to the steering wheel as he guided the car through the traffic. Stephanie watched those strong, capable hands, remembering how they had felt upon her body. Her skin flushed and her pulse quickened as her body responded to those memories! She had been apprehensive maybe even a little scared, but she had also never felt more alive!

Far too soon, the journey was over and David was pulling up outside her hotel. As he pulled the car to a stop, David looked over at Stephanie.

“You may pull your skirt back down, sub,” he said.

Stephanie gratefully complied.

“I will let you make your own way into the hotel,” David told her. “I don’t want you drawing any unnecessary attention to yourself for the time being.”

As Stephanie made to open the car door, David held up a hand to stop her and obedient to his silent command, she paused.

“You understand that not drawing undue attention to yourself means you must act normally,” David said. “I do not expect you to hurry to your room. Your colleagues will want to catch up with you and will wonder if you ignore them. Therefore, if they approach you, you will make conversation as you would usually do.”

He then reached into his pocket and withdrew a smart phone. He handed it to Stephanie.

“You are to keep this on your person at all times and answer immediately when it rings,” David told her. “Nobody will have this number except myself.”

Stephanie nodded obediently. “Yes Sir,” she said.

“Good girl,” David said in approval and again that warm glow suffused Stephanie’s body.

“Now go and be with your friends and colleagues. Oh and one other thing,” he continued, “You may wear panties once you change into your uniform but you are to throw away any underwear that I haven’t bought for you and you will wear the quarter cup bra during the flight.”

“Yes Sir,” Stephanie replied. Already obedience was starting to become habit!

David rolled down his window slightly and beckoned for a porter to open the passenger door. The young man respectfully offered his hand to the young woman seated there. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roving over her elegantly clad body. Glancing at David for approval, Stephanie ignored his gaze and took the young man’s hand, allowing him to assist her out of the car as she repeated her earlier actions but in reverse. She swung her legs out of the car, keeping them together, and then steadying herself with the porter’s hand, rose smoothly to her feet.

She walked around the front of the car and paused at the driver’s door. David lowered his window as she leaned down slightly. He took her hand and turned it until it was face up, then brought it slowly to his mouth, dropping a sensuous kiss onto her palm. A shiver ran through Stephanie’s body at its touch.

“Know that I’m very pleased with you, Stephanie,” David said quietly, smiling into her eyes. “You are going to make an excellent sub and I believe the sky is the limit for you.”

Stephanie blushed with pleasure and with his words ringing through her ears, made her way into the hotel lobby.

As she walked through the doors she spotted two of the male flight attendants lounging around, their eyes alight with interest. Sam, the taller of the two, swooped down on her.

“Darling!” he said. “Who was that divine man in the divine car that just dropped you off?”

Stephanie rolled her eyes in amusement. Sam was probably the biggest queen she had ever known and he was proud of it. His personality was flamboyantly over the top but there wasn’t a bad bone in his body.

James, the quieter of the two, edged in close.

“Yes Stephanie, what gives?” he demanded quietly. “That’s one hell of a car you just drew up in and girl,” he said manavgat escort running his eyes over her appreciatively, “whoever is responsible for that outfit has style in spades!”

Whilst not as flamboyant as Sam, James was also gay and had the best sense of style of any of Stephanie’s friends. She had often wondered why he was doing the gruelling transatlantic flights when he could have easily had a career in the fashion industry.

“Oh, he’s just someone I met recently,” Stephanie said, trying to sound nonchalant and prevent herself from blushing.

“Well girl, whatever you do, hold on to him!” Sam exclaimed. “I don’t care what you have to do, abase yourself if you must, but you absolutely cannot let that one slip through your fingers! I will be extremely disappointed in you if you let me down in this!”

He looked at Stephanie archly and wagged his finger at her.

She had to laugh. Sam was incorrigible but he was great fun and one of her best friends on the crew.

“Now come with us and tell us all about it,” Sam continued, tucking his arm through hers and leading her through the lobby to the bar.

James followed, a slight smile on his face as Sam’s voice carried through the lobby, attracting attention. He had caught a glimpse of the man inside the car and silently agreed with Sam. This man was a class above Stephanie’s usual level and although he felt a slight pang at the man’s obvious straightness, he couldn’t help but be happy for Stephanie. She worked so hard and gave so much of herself, taking little or nothing in return. She deserved some happiness and looking at the glow that seemed to be emanating from her, James thought this new man might just be the best thing that had ever happened to her. He had certainly done something already! That outfit she was wearing was expensive, but more than that, it’s cut and quality enhanced those that Stephanie already had. She usually chose muted colours allowing her to fade into the background when in company. Wearing this outfit, there was no way she would do that. Gone was the girl next door look, replaced by an elegant, sophisticated, stunning looking woman. He wondered if Stephanie herself had any idea of how dramatic the change was!

As Stephanie entered the bar she drew every eye. The captain & co-pilot looked her up & down appreciatively before realising with a shock who she was! In tandem, their mouths dropped open in amazement. Their reaction caused Jenny, who had been talking to them with her back towards the entrance of the bar, to turn around and her jaw dropped as she incredulously took in the sight of the elegant woman in front of her. This couldn’t be Stephanie, could it? What on earth had happened to her?

Stephanie flushed slightly as the men raked their eyes over her. Funnily enough, not one man made a wise crack and indeed the captain and co-pilot fought with each other over who was going to have the honour of seating her! Stephanie took in the low, broad seating and realised there was no way she could get in and out of one of the chairs without her skirt riding up! She therefore resolved the impending argument between the two pilots by indicating that she would stand at the bar. As she got there, she surreptitiously glanced at her watch and was relieved to see that there was not going to be much time before they all had to change for the flight back to London.

The pilots fought over who was going to buy her a drink and Stephanie bit back a laugh. The two men were the most notorious pilots in the company. They were both good looking and had their pick of women. As a consequence, they tended to maintain an aloof, slightly bored attitude around her and the other flight attendants. That aloofness suddenly seemed to have vanished and it was very amusing to watch! She was also somewhat amazed. Until this moment, she was sure the pilots had never paid her the slightest attention. She couldn’t believe how good it made her feel to suddenly be the centre of their attention.

Jenny watched this interplay with narrowed eyes. She didn’t know what had been going on with her friend since she had seen her last, but something monumental had obviously taken place. Stephanie had changed and it wasn’t just the outfit! She held herself straighter and was acting with more confidence! Jenny bided her time until the right moment, with everyone’s attention elsewhere for a moment.

“Alright, spill!” she demanded. “I looked for you last night and you weren’t in your room!”

Stephanie was brought back down to earth with a bump! When Jenny thought she was onto something, she dug and worried at it like a dog with a bone. She was not going to be able to fob her off with some vague reassurances. Jenny was going to want all the gory details and Stephanie knew she couldn’t divulge the events of the past 24 hours to her. Jenny simply wouldn’t understand and would be horrified! She cast around frantically in her mind to find some explanation that would be acceptable.

“I şişli escort bumped into someone I knew in the lobby yesterday,” she said. “She’s a very old friend of mine that I haven’t seen for years and I hadn’t realised that she had moved to Miami,” she continued, wincing at the lie that she was spinning.

Jenny looked at her friend closely, not sure if she believed the explanation.

Stephanie continued. “It seems as if she met and fell in love with an American millionaire when she was working in London. He swept her off her feet and proposed to her about 6 months later. Now they’re married and she lives here full time. She’d just dropped off her husband nearby and had ducked in here for a coffee when she spotted me. To be honest, with my headache, I didn’t recognise her at first, she’s changed so much, but she knew me. Before I knew it, she’d swept me along with her and we spent the day shopping, then she took me back to her place and introduced me to her husband. By the time we’d finished dinner it was so late that I spent the night in her guest house.”

Stephanie couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth but she knew she had to be convincing if she were to put her friend off the trail of what she had really been doing.

“Don’t tell me she bought you that outfit and you accepted!” Jenny exclaimed, looking at her disapprovingly.

Stephanie flushed. “Don’t be stupid!” she snapped. “I have savings I haven’t touched for years and I was feeling a little overwhelmed beside her, so I splashed out! There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

Jenny’s gaze softened as she realised she had just upset her friend.

“I’m really sorry, honey,” she said. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. It’s just that I’ve never seen you like this before. You look amazing and I guess… Well I guess I’m a little envious!” she admitted.

Now it was Stephanie’s gaze that softened. “It’s ok,” she said. “I guess I’m feeling guilty about spending so much money!”

Again she winced as the lie left her lips but at least it would explain why she was acting so touchy. She couldn’t wait to get upstairs and change but at that moment Sam zoned in on her again.

“So come on sweetie, who was that delicious man in that gorgeous Aston,” he said. “Drop dead gorgeous… And the car’s not bad either,” he continued, winking at her. “I want to know everything,” he paused, “and I mean everything!”

Jenny’s suspicions were sparked once again. Who was this man they were talking about?

Stephanie thought quickly, desperate to deflect attention away from David.

“Oh, he’s the business partner of my friend’s husband,” she said. “He was over at their house this morning and when I mentioned I was going to grab a taxi back to the hotel, he insisted on driving me. And before you ask,” she said shaking a finger at Sam, “I don’t know whether he’s gay or not. We didn’t really talk very much and then only about normal stuff like the weather.”

“Shame,” said Sam, pouting. “I was hoping he might be available. He looks absolutely gorgeous! Good enough to eat!” He paused and then his eyes narrowed. “So what were you doing bending down to his window when he dropped you off?” he demanded.

Stephanie thought quickly. Damn Sam, he was so sharp eyed!

“Oh, I’d dropped my phone in the car and hadn’t realised it. He was just handing it back to me.”

Disappointment showed in Sam’s eyes. He had been hoping to catch her out doing something saucy but after all, it was Stephanie they were talking about. The poor girl didn’t even think of looking for excitement and she probably wouldn’t recognise a come on if she saw one!

The captain cleared his throat. “Much as I hate to break up this interrogation,” he said, winking at Sam, “I think it’s time we got a move on. After all, the plane won’t fly itself. Let’s get going people. Meet you all back down here in 30 minutes.”

Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way to the lift. At last she could get away from all the questions and enquiring looks. She wasn’t entirely sure that Jenny had bought her story. She caught herself trying to hunch her shoulders and was immediately reminded that David had informed her that as his sub, she was to take pride in her appearance at all times. She made a conscious effort to straighten up and walked confidently into the lift as the doors opened. She smiled at the others as they entered after her. Somehow, by unconscious agreement, they had hung back, allowing her to enter first. It was a heady feeling! She let the others chatter on as the lift rose to their floor, wrapped up in the new feelings and sensations she was experiencing. She realised that David had devoted his attention to her for the entire period she had been with him. Never once had he ignored her or taken her for granted, a distinct change from the normal behaviour she experienced!

She let herself into her room and emptied the bag onto the bed. She took her dress and sandals and packed them into her carry on case, together with one of the sets of lingerie David had bought for her. Then she carefully unzipped the dress and stepped out of it. She had put its tissue wrapping into the bag and now she carefully smoothed it out, folded the dress and placed it back in its wrappings before adding it to the carry on. The shoes went in next, again wrapped in tissue to protect them.

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I can see your eyes flash as I enter the room. You look exquisite, as always. The sight of your naked body sends a thrill through me, amplified by the sensitive position in which I find you.

Your hands are shackled together, and chained to the hook above you, straining your arms. You are seated, precariously balanced on the edge of a high stool, your toes barely touching the ground. The delicate rise and fall of your breasts, the subtle straining of your arms in bondage, the slight twisting of your body as you struggle for balance. . . all of these things make my face flush with heat, and my cock harden.

I remove my robe, and let it fall to the floor. I wear nothing underneath—no barriers to interfere with our rituals. Slowly, I walk towards you; you watch me the whole way. You almost smile at my approach; you’ve always loved these tests.

Reaching you, I lean in, and gently kiss your lips and eyes. Our tongues play together as I stretch out my hand to touch you. You shiver slightly as I run my fingertips along your right breast, and gasp as I stroke your nipple. Your gasp turns into a moan as I pinch your nipple between my finger and thumb. I roll it slightly, my tongue still dancing against yours, and lower my other hand to your cunt. I slip a finger inside you—you are dripping wet, and burning hot. The scent of your sex reaches me, and I tremble with lust. I draw out my finger, and suck your fluids off of it.

For the first time, I look into your eyes.

I’m waiting. You know the word.
Your gaze is defiant.
Your lips are silent.

Returning my hand to your thighs, I find your hardened clit. I grasp it, and pinch hard. I have the fleeting satisfaction of hearing you cry out in pleasure and pain, and feeling you writhe under my touch. For a brief moment, you almost lose your balance, but you recover yourself quickly.

I release your nipple from my grip, still applying pressure to your clit. I bow my head, and take your sore nipple into my mouth, gently sucking. şişli escort I alternate the pressure on your clit and the suction of my mouth. After a few moments, I move to your other nipple, working it with my lips and tongue. I give equal attention to each of your luscious breasts, increasing the pressure on your clit. I can hear your breathing grow ragged and rushed. Quickly, I yield the pressure on your body. I dip two fingers into the folds of your cunt, feeling an impossible wetness under my hand, and wet your clit with your own juices. I let my fingers fly lightly over your clit, rubbing it, and watching you as you approach orgasm.

But I know your body as well as you do. As you near the edge of climax, I grip your legs with my hands, and hold them apart, spread wide. You rock your hips in vain, trying to find some chimerical friction, some sensation, anything that will take you over the edge. There is nothing there, though, except for your throbbing clit, and your hungry, flooded cunt, open to the world.

Gradually, you calm down. Your body is flushed and covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. I release your legs, knowing that you have passed the imminence of orgasm.

Again, I look into your eyes, and wait.
Again, you are defiant.
Again, you do not speak.

I kneel down, and pick up the razor sharp scalpel from the floor next to me. It is your toy of choice; you like the elegance of the handle, and the flexibility of the thin blade. Tonight, you will be the subject of your own tastes.

You hold very still as I straddle your hips. I know that the strained position of your arms must be making your task difficult, but you are it’s equal. Gently, slowly, with an almost imperceptible pressure, I touch the tip of the knife to your left breast. With caution and care, I push down, and am rewarded by a welling of blood under the point of the blade. Slowly, with indescribable pleasure, I draw the tip down the curve of your breast, tuzla escort leaving a long line of red along your immaculate skin.

The sight of the blood makes my vision cloudy with desire. I force myself to remove the knife, and I bend my head to your breast. I run the tip of my tongue up that exquisite line of red, tasting you. Wetting my lips with your blood, I kiss you, letting you share with me.

After gathering myself, I turn to your other breast. Again, I ply the knife, and draw forth a delicious streak of red. You have remained silent and still during my tender caresses, though your glittering eyes betray pain and ecstasy. The look you give me makes me weak.

The blood has started to drip down your body. I watch the progress of a single drop as it gently rolls down your stomach, and snakes down to your thighs.

And still you are defiant.
And still you do not speak.
And now I am trembling.

I move from you, and kneel down between your legs.

I press the flat of the knife blade to the smooth, shaven skin above your cunt. The cold touch makes you start slightly. My own breathing is rough as I again press the point of the knife into your body, just breaking the skin. Again, blood drips from under the blade. This time, I make three short cuts, and watch as the three crimson lines of blood drip together into one thin trickle, slowly wending it’s way down to your sex.

I place the knife on the floor, and lift your legs so that they are on my shoulders. I watch the drip of blood run over the lips of your pussy, an intense red against your lovely pink. I am shaking with anticipation now, and I press my lips to your cunt. Your mingled blood and juices reach my tongue, and the taste sends shocks through my body, from my mouth to my hard, straining cock. Eagerly, I devour your sex, sucking and licking at your pussy and clit, overwhelmed by the taste and scent of you. The pleasure is too intense; tears fall from pendik escort my eyes, mingling with your wetness. I lick and suck and drink from you, on and on, until you start to cry out in pleasure. Hearing your moans is enough to bring me to my senses, however briefly. With whatever will I have left, I tear myself from your cunt, and stagger to my feet, to look into your eyes one more time. I know that I must be a fearful sight—face red with your blood and wet with your juices, cheeks stained with tears, eyes half-crazed with lust.

And still you are defiant.
And still you do not speak.
But now, I am broken.

I finally yield. With a dry voice, I say the word that brings it all to an end. Hands shaking, I undo the manacles, and set you free. You throw your arms around my neck, kissing me hungrily. I pull away, and again drop to my knees. Once more, I push my face to your sex, licking the length of your soaking slit, sucking on your clit. This time, I have no intention of stopping, and I feel your hands in my hair, pushing me into you, urging me onwards. You are screaming now, crying out, gripping me with your thighs, until you finally convulse in orgasm, dripping a cascade of fluid into my waiting mouth.

Immediately, I stand, and move between your legs. With a hard thrust, I push my cock into you. You wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck, as I take your full weight. I use my hands to support your back as we rapidly rock back and forth together, each motion pushing me deep into your pussy. You pull yourself up to me, your arms wrapped tight around me, so that your breasts are pressed against my chest. I can feel the wetness of your blood mingling with my sweat, our slippery bodies sliding against each other. You bite down on my shoulder, hard enough to draw forth my own blood. The pain is an exquisite release; with a scream, I snap my hips into you, ready to burst. As I approach my climax, you lean back slightly, and use one hand to rub your clit frantically. You orgasm just as I erupt into you, flooding your cunt with my fluids.

Slowly, you untwine your legs from my waist, and stand next to me. I am exhausted. Carefully, we sink to the floor, lying side by side, still holding each other. You smile at me, and kiss my face as I did yours.

We pass all tests. I am bound to you, forever.

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You came over to my house to pick me up. I didn’t know where we were going but you told me which skirt and shirt to wear, and of course I obeyed you. You came in to check out my outfit before we left.

As we were walking toward the door, you grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me against the door. I was facing the door and couldn’t tell if this was an angry or casual aggression, so I asked cautiously, “What’s the matter babe?”

“Shut your fuckin mouth and place both my hands on the door up at face level. Do not move them,” you say.

I quickly moved my arms, bent elbows, and placed my hands on the door as I nodded to you. When you tell me to shut up, I’m smart enough to know not to talk. You slowly trace your free hand down my spine.

You quietly say, “Your body was made just to be fucked by me, and to please me. You know that?”

When you get to my ass you grab one side hard-my breath catches. You slap it hard to remind me to be quiet. You move your hips against me and I can feel the unquestionably persistent bulge pushing into me.

“Do you feel how hard you make me? I bet you want me to fuck that slutty little pussy of yours, don’t you,” You ask, “I bet you’re already soakin wet, aren’t you?”

I remain quiet just as you ordered. You take your hand from my neck move it down over my skirt. You could’ve easily felt how wet I am, but you asked me a question. With your other hand you reach up and grab my hair, pulling my head back and to the side so I could see you.

“Answer me,” you say.

“Yes, please fuck my pussy babe, please.. I’m aching for you and I am so wet and ready for you to fuck me with that big dick.. please babe, I need your big dick.. please??”

You pull my skirt up over my ass and push my panties over to the side. In one hard thrust you were fucking me so hard and fast I could barely stay standing. After you got off you pull my panties back where they go and reach to the front. You pull up on my panties, forcing them into my wet, used pussy-soaking them.

“Look how wet you’re making your panties… what a dirty little slut you are.” You say with a pleased smile. You run your fingers down the outline of my slit. “These are the panties you’re going to wear all night tonight so while we’re out you can remember what a dirty little slut you’ve been, and who this pussy belongs to. I will be checking to make sure you’ve obeyed whenever I see fit through the night. If I find you changed them in any way or didn’t keep them on, you will be punished. Do you understand me?…Answer me.”

“Yes babe” I respond. “Anything you want.” I say with a smile.

We went out and had a great time. At dinner you had me sit very close to you, and under the table you kept your hand in my wet panties. Every time I would start to get noticeably worked up you would pinch my leg or remove your hand for a very short period of time.

After that we went out for a drink. Not long after we arrived you told me to sit at the bar and wait for you when you went to the bathroom. When you returned from the bathroom you spot me, still where you left me but with a new drink. To my side there was some guy talking to me.

You walk up quick, feeling the heat come to your face. You pushed your way between the two of us and looked hard at me, “What’s this,” You say, pushing my new drink over onto my clothes, “It’s time to leave, now!”

You grab my arm hard and I let out a surprised gasp. You squeeze harder until I’m on my feet. The guy that’s now behind you tries to get your attention and grabs your arm. You release my arm and grab his wrist, turning to him. You don’t have to actually be physical with him. Thanks to your training you can just twist his arm up pretty good until he backs down from you and agrees to drop it. He’s nothing düzce escort like you, you’re a real man, and no one is allowed to mess with your stuff. You can take care of any situation, because of that big dick. Other guys back down from you all the time because they could never be half of what you are.

Back to sitting at the bar, things went so smooth no one around even caught on to an issue. You regrasp my arm, and twist it behind me putting me in a wrist lock and begin to walk. I follow closely to try and relieve the pressure from my hand and arm, but you’re twisting it hard on purpose so it doesn’t matter how close I walk. You are so strong that you just tighten on my arm when I try.

As we get into the car and I try and continue to explain who he was to you, and a hard slap hits my face as you yell, “You fuckin bitch, what the fuck? What the fuck is your problem you stupid fuckin cunt! What did you think you were doing? You’re such a fucking slut!”

With the end of every statement you slap me. I stopped talking about him and grabbed my face. I immediately began telling you, “I’m so sorry babe, I’m so sorry! He isn’t anything and I’m so sorry I disrespected you like that. I promise I didn’t know him, and I told him I was waiting on you.”

While I was trying to say that you backhand me to get me to shut up. I stopped talking and you hit me, hard. I grabbed my face and as I cry I try to apologize again. “I can’t believe you’d disrespect me like that! And in public, you fuckin bitch! You knew I would get mad, didn’t you? And you broke a rule. You know better than to talk to anyone I don’t know!”

I reached out for your dick and kept telling you how sorry I was, pleading with you as I rubbed your dick through your pants. “Oh you aren’t sorry yet, but you will be when I’m done. You won’t be quick to forget your punishment tonight,” you order, “Take your bra off and give it to me. If you want to be treated like a whore, then that’s what you’ll get.”

You grab me by the hair and hit me hard again. I cried out in pain but continued trying to please your dick and apologize. As you release my hair you turn my head and shove me away from you, “Just shut the fuck up, bitch. It’s your own faulta! If you don’t want to cry, quit making me correct you,” you say, as you start the car and pull onto the road.

I get quiet quick, and try to keep the tears as soft and inaudible as possible. Once we’re on the road you bark the order, “Pull out my dick, and put it in your throat. I better hear you gag and choke on it. You don’t want me to have do it.”

I take out your hard dick and get it wet in my open mouth. I push down hard on your dick and can feel it in my throat. I start to choke and cough so I let up.

“Hold it longer.” you order, forcing my head back down in your huge dick.

You push my head down again and this time I am down on it for a better much length of time. “There, now you’re getting better. Hold it longer and make me cum. Don’t let a drop go anywhere but your mouth you little slut,” You say.

“You know, if you wanted to be treated like a whore all you had to do was ask. You didn’t need to disobey me and make me look bad,” you say as you take turns hitting the back of my head and smacking my ass.

“You wanted to try to make it look like I’m not the man, like you run this shit,” you laugh, “I AM the man, I DO run this shit. I fucking own you, you’re my property! Don’t you fucking understand that?!”

I reply, “Yes, Babe.. I’m so sorry-“.

My apologies are cut short as you push my head down on your dick over and over. You force my head down a few times fucking my throat. You can hear the click of the saliva in the back of my throat every time your dick touches edirne escort it. At one point you leave the pressure on the back of my head keeping your big dick in my throat. It seems like so long, and I’m unable to breathe. I start to get scared and my lungs start to ache. I try to pull up, but you’re stronger than me, and it’s a useless battle.

As I start to feel I’m going to pass out you pull my head up by my hair and I cough like crazy. I’m gasping for air as you force my open mouth back down on your hard cock. You let go of my hair and I pull back up, still desperately trying to catch my breath. Using the hand you had in my hair you backhand me hard across the face.

You say, ” What did I tell you to do? Isn’t my dick supposed to be in your throat?”

You slap me, “Why are you testing me? You know I’ll beat your ass, and I’m already pissed,” you say angrily.

I did not move quick enough because as I put my mouth back on your dick I feel you grab my hair hard and fuck my throat again. You do for a few minutes and let go. I continue what you were doing pausing only to hold your dick in my throat until I again, almost pass out.

Hearing me gasp for air along with fucking my throat and mouth you have a strong orgasm and cum in my mouth and in my throat. You hold my head down on your dick as you start to cum. Your cum goes straight down my throat until you release your grip. But I make sure not to make a mess or let any of it out of my mouth.

“Make sure I’m all cleaned up and put my dick away. But don’t take your hand off of it,” you say.

“Ok babe, anything you say,” I reply and do exactly what you tell me to do.

While you’re still driving you reach over and hit my leg hard twice. I cry out in pain, but I don’t complain or stop touchin your dick. I know better. With my other hand I instinctively rub where you hit.

“What do you not get about the fact that you are my property? All of you belongs to me,” you grab my hand that’s rubbing your dick and squeeze it, “This is why you belong to me. I’m the man, and my big dick let’s me control you and own you. That’s how it is, and you will conform to anything I say.”

You grab my hand that I was using to rub my own leg. “So that means this hand belongs to me too. Put it in your panties and make your pussy a soaking wet mess for me. The wetter the better. Careful not pleasure yourself too much though. You are not allowed to cum, is that understood?”

I quickly put my hand in my still wet panties, “Yes babe, I understand and I will obey anything you say. I know you’re the man, you’re a real man.. Anything you say is the last word on any matter for me. I know you give me my opinion if I need one and I’m so lucky to have you taking care of me! Thank you for taking your time to correct my terrible behavior babe. I’m sorry I disappointed you.”

I run my finger over my wet pussy, and push a finger in and get it soaked. I bring it forward and begin to play with my swollen clit. I don’t realize, but you look over at me. My eyes are shut, my head leaning back and my mouth open slightly to bite my lip.

I hear you say, “Take your fingers out and lick them clean.”

I do as I’m told. I stick out my tongue and clean them slowly, unable to hold back my moaning.

“Now put them back, and make them wetter for the next time you suck them clean,” you ordered.

Occasionally as you’re driving you reach over and pinch my nipples really hard, so you can continue to see them through my shirt.

When we finally get back to my house it’s very dark outside. I try to speak to you and you grab my face hard and say, “I didn’t ask you to talk, get out and bend over the front of the hood and don’t speak until I say so. elazığ escort Better yet, don’t even look up at me unless I tell you to. Keep your eyes on the ground bitch. And take your fingers out of your pussy. Let me see you clean the pussy juice off of your hand again.”

Following what you ordered I of course I do as I’m told. You turn off the car and get out. You walk behind me and push me down over the hood and stand, it seems like forever. I hear you mess with your belt and I think that you’re going to fuck me. The next thing I feel is your belt hitting my ass hard. So hard it makes me jump, but I know better than to leave the hood of that car. You beat my ass and the backs of my thighs with your belt for a few minutes, stopping briefly to regrip the belt.

After a longer pause I feel you slide your belt around my throat and pull. You tell me, “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl for me like the bitch you are.”

I crawl closely behind you, and follow you to the door. Thank goodness the door was locked or I wouldn’t have been able to breathe until you stopped walking me. You pull me hard and quickly causing me to choke harder and gag on the belt.

You lead me into the bedroom and order me to strip and get on the bed. As you remove the belt and I’m getting undressed you reach down and start playing with my tits really hard. You pinch and twist my nipples and even slap my tits, alternating between slapping and grabbing them. I love it when you’re rough with my tits, it’s such a turn on.. but this time you’re rougher than normal and it really hurts.

I start to stand to get on the bed and you hit me hard again on the side of the face. It surprises me and I fall onto the edge of the bed, sitting down. You push me backwards and put your knee on the bed. You lean over me and begin to slap and hit my face and tits. You say over and over, “This will teach you to not disrespect me you fuckin slut! I can’t believe after all that I do for you that you would look at another man, let alone talk to him! You’re such a dirty little slut. You stupid fuckin bitch!”

It seems to go on forever, but you finally stop. You take down your pants and run your knee into the inside of my leg multiple times-prompting me to spread them wider. Once you’re satisfied you start to fuck my pussy very rough. You push it in so hard it hurts from the very first thrust. You reach down and start to choke me, and with the other hand you again start with my tits. You twist and abuse my nipples so that when I’m dressed and they rub against my bra it will hurt or at least be tender. You want me to think about you, and my punishment for awhile.

My body is so confused, because it hurts so much from being hit and fucked so hard, but your big dick feels so good inside me and I consciously know all I want is to please you. I can’t decide to moan or cry.

The next thing I know you release my neck and pull your dick of out me. You get cum all over my stomach and pussy. After a moment you rub your hand all around my stomach getting your cum all over me. You put your hand to my face and smear it on me, then tell me to clean your hand. When I’m done with your hand you grab my hair and pull me to a sitting position, then down to the ground. ” Clean me up” you say. I comply with everything you say.

When I finish I look at you from my knees and say, “Thank you babe. Thank you for correcting my poor behavior, I’m so sorry you had to do it. I should’ve known better. I do know better! But thank you for beating my ass babe, I deserved it and I’ll try to never disappoint you again.”

You put your boxers on, lay down on the bed and turn on the tv, leaving me on my knees and naked. You order me to crawl over to your side of the bed, and I do. “Yes babe,” I say.

You don’t even look at me, “I’ll let you know when you’re allowed to get up. Maybe you shouldn’t behave so poorly next time. Do not move from that position until I give you permission to do so. Just know that each punishment will be far more painful than the last. So you probably don’t want to fall asleep or move,” you say as you roll over to go to sleep.

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Chapter 2: Master Aaron

Author’s Note: This is intended to be a sequel to “Former Princess,” another story in this category. I have written this sequel in response to the many kind requests I have received from readers on this site. Many thanks to all of you for your encouragement. – Ginger

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My name is Aaron Michael D’Alero, and I am thirty-six years old. I have been dominating women for twelve very thrilling, fulfilling years.

I fell in love with the Dominant/submissive lifestyle when I was twenty-two, when I was introduced to it by a gorgeous older dominatrix who trained me as her submissive. I spent two years serving her, worshipping her, learning from her. I credit Mistress Pamela for showing me a new life, and I often remember her fondly for it.

When our relationship ended (amicably), I switched roles and began my life as a Dom, and I have never switched back since. I’ve learned that I am meant to be the one in control, and I covet every minute I’ve ever spent mastering the submissive women with whom I’ve been involved.

To me, there’s nothing more powerfully erotic than tapping the submissive side of strong women, gently peeling away their layers of civilized inhibitions, and revealing the animal, the true slut hiding inside of them. A rare few women can be truly submissive, to set themselves free and allow themselves to be mastered, to crave serving and achieving satisfaction through it. Those special women are the ones I love above all others.

When a Dom is fortunate enough to be the first to discover the willing submissive side of one of these rare women, there is no greater thrill that I know of than to probe and test her limits, and gradually expand her limits. I love being a teacher, training a woman, watching her achieve new heights of pleasure through submitting to my will.

It is one of these rare, untapped submissives-turned-slut I wish to tell you about. Her name is Heather Maxwell, and she is my loyal slave. I love her, and she loves me. She serves me on a full time basis, and I dominate her lovingly, thoughtfully, completely, and when necessary, sternly.

She is perfectly content being my personal submissive slut, but when I first met her, she knew nothing of the D/s lifestyle, not to mention that she was a spoiled, sheltered product of a wealthy family. What follows is my story of our meeting, her subsequent training, her collaring, and some of our early experiences together as Master and slave.

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I first saw Heather the night I attended a birthday party that was being held in honor of her twenty-first birthday, and her brother’s eighteenth birthday. Heather’s father was the CFO of the company that had retained my services as a corporate lawyer only a month previously. Many of Benjamin Maxwell’s business acquaintances had been invited to the party, and it was the first opportunity I’d had to socialize with most of them.

I first laid eyes on lovely Heather Maxwell the moment I walked in the front door of the Maxwell’s mansion-like home. My eyes were drawn to her immediately.

She looked beautiful in a long pink gown, her creamy shoulders bare and her shiny blonde hair styled elaborately up away from her face. She had a pretty face, with striking blue eyes, high cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and full, sensuous lips.

Her body was incredible. She had plentiful, soft-looking breasts atop a slender waist, and a lovely rounded ass. Such a shame her legs were covered by her long dress. My perusal of her moved on to where she was showing the most skin — the view of her extraordinary cleavage.

Not surprisingly, I found myself mentally undressing her. My heart rate sped up as my imagination formed visions of this stunning young woman’s naked body. Somehow I knew that my made-up images wouldn’t be half as delicious as the real thing.

And just like that, I wanted her. Lust at first sight. So I did what I always did when somebody inspired desire in me. I began observing her, taking her measure, learning what I could about her just by watching.

She was talking to a handsome, preppie-looking young man. She was animatedly greeting him, and the look on her face and tone of her voice told me that she was attracted to him. I heard him call her Heather, and I knew then that she was Maxwell’s daughter. He returned her greeting stiffly, almost coolly. He quickly moved on, stopping to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell.

As the young man turned away from her, I thought that Heather looked disappointed, and touchingly vulnerable. The look passed quickly, however, as she took a deep breath and replaced her composed smile on her pretty face.

I watched her moving through the growing crowd, smiling, shaking hands or hugging, and chatting with her guests. She moved gracefully, and her every gesture was smooth and languid.

I felt my cock twitch inside my tuxedo trousers as I focused on her generous dark pink lips as she spoke to someone. She had the kind of erzurum escort beautifully captivating lips that always caused me to picture myself sliding my cock between them.

My impromptu fantasy of fucking Heather’s lovely mouth was interrupted when I found myself next in line to greet the primary host and hostess, Benjamin and Elaine Maxwell. I shook hands with Benjamin, and he introduced me to his wife, a well-preserved, petite woman in her late forties. I briefly studied her face, and the only things that I could see that Heather had inherited from her mother were her clear blue eyes and high cheekbones.

The Maxwell’s pointed out their children, the sexy Heather, and a nice looking son named Gerald. I made my way over to Gerald and introduced myself to him, congratulating him on his birthday. He smiled easily, shaking my hand enthusiastically. “Welcome to the party, Mr. D’Alero,” he said. “Drinks and food are in the big room over there.”

Gerald Maxwell was easygoing and friendly, a pleasant contrast to his stuffy, somewhat imperious parents. I wondered if Heather’s personality was similarly likable, or if she’d bowed to the influence of her elder’s snobbiness. I decided that I would wait a bit to introduce myself to Heather. I wanted to watch her for a while longer first.

For the next hour, as I made my way around the room talking to my new business associates, I discreetly kept my eye on Heather. I observed her interactions with people, some friends and some complete strangers. Occasionally, I’d catch bits and pieces of her conversations from a distance.

She seemed to be very polite, well-spoken, and intelligent. She smiled easily, and played the gracious hostess. She seemed friendly, but I could see that she had a subtle haughtiness about her, a vague air of superiority, at least at times. Not surprising considering she was a child of excess wealth, pampered and brainwashed.

At other times, when she was talking to close friends, she would become genuinely animated, with much laughter and many hugs. At one point, her brother came over and spoke to her, and it was perfectly obvious that she adored him. She was apparently capable of giving and receiving affection sincerely, which I always view as a good sign, a natural starting place.

Watching her, I became aware that she was surreptitiously watching the dark haired young man with whom she was speaking when I arrived. I was amused when I realized that she was trying to make her way over to where he was, but she kept getting interrupted.

When I saw her once again heading in his direction, I decided it was time to introduce myself to her. She was just about to reach him when I tapped gently on her shoulder, and she turned to face me.

For one quick moment, her face reflected annoyance at having been interrupted again. Her expression abruptly softened as she regarded me, and she favored me with a sincere smile.

I introduced myself, and wished her a happy birthday. When she spoke to thank me, I heard her voice up close and clearly for the first time. Her voice was smooth and melodic, engaging and expressive.

I asked her to dance, knowing full well that being raised a “proper” lady, she would feel obligated to turn down an intimate slow dance with a stranger. I was reasonably sure that she would accept, however. Something about the way she looked at me told me so.

I saw but a moment’s indecision in her eyes, then she smiled and said, “I would be delighted.” I could tell that she meant it.

I escorted her to the dance floor, and she turned to face me, her blue eyes shining brightly at me. I grasped her hand and placed my other hand on the small of her back, and she stepped in closer to me. We moved together easily as we chatted, getting acquainted.

I found Heather to be a most intriguing young woman. I was most definitely physically attracted to her, but I was also taken by her intelligence and obvious strength. I was also delighted that as we danced, she became increasingly relaxed, her body becoming more pliant in my arms.

I sensed that she was attracted to me also. Very subtly and slowly, I pulled her body closer to mine. I don’t think she was even aware of how she was yielding to me, allowing herself to be drawn into an even closer embrace. Then again, maybe she was perfectly aware of it.

We were soon pressed up against each other, and we ceased talking altogether. I could feel heat radiating from her, and I heard her breathing becoming more quick and shallow. I was encouraged. She evidently was enjoying the feeling of dancing so closely with me more than she was worried about what others in the room must be thinking.

At one point, she met my eyes, as though she was trying to determine if I was enjoying this as much as she was. I held her gaze, studying her face and smiling gently. After a few seconds, she sighed contentedly, closed her eyes, and lay her head on my shoulder.

It eskişehir escort was a small submission, but in closing her eyes, she had just put herself under my control, trusting me to guide her. My cock began to stiffen as I guided her gently around the dance floor, holding her close.

We stayed like that for quite awhile, until my erection began to throb almost painfully in its confinement. As much as I was enjoying being next to her, I knew it was time to break this up, at least until later. I still needed to say hello to a few other people at the party, and as hostess she needed to mingle as well.

I regretfully stepped away from her, and I could feel her immediate disappointment. The look on her pretty face was almost confused, as if she couldn’t remember where she was or what was going on. When I told her that I’d see her again before I left, she beamed broadly.

“I do hope we’ll have a chance to dance again,” she said. She said it suggestively, with a slight blush on her face, and I knew she was interested in me as well.

I decided at that moment that I wasn’t going to waste any time to test the extent of her interest in me. I would tell her about my love for games of dominance and submission, and offer to have her join me before the night was through. My instincts told me to press for an immediate response from her. I had learned to rely heavily on my instincts in these matters.

I had been working such long hard hours since I’d moved to Chicago, I hadn’t had time to seek out a submissive to serve me. My need was now very strong, and meeting Heather had added fuel to the fire. I think even then I heard the submissive slut hiding inside her calling out to me for release.

For the next hour, I mingled and met all the people I’d come to see. I caught Heather watching me several times, and even from across the room I could see the desire in her eyes. I’d only just met her, but I wanted her badly, wanted to possess and dominate her utterly. I felt that she wanted something from me, too, and I fervently hoped that we would both get what we wanted.

Later, when she was surrounded by a group of people, I could see her scanning the room looking for me. On impulse, I stayed out of her line of sight, watching her reaction as she tried to locate me. It wasn’t long before she left her friends and began actively searching for me, walking around the room trying to spot me.

I stood on one side of a huge potted plant, concealing myself from her view. At first, Heather appeared to be anxious, then after a while she started looking disappointed, even upset. She thought I had left. Watching her secretly like this, I could see plainly that I’d been right about her interest in me.

I was just getting ready to go over and let her off the hook, when she turned and left the room, a sad expression on her face. I followed and watched her ascend the winding staircase towards the second floor.

I smiled. This would be my opportunity to get her alone and see what happened. I followed her at a distance, and I saw her enter one of the bedrooms on the second floor. She had closed the door to the room, so I slowly inched it open and I quietly peaked inside. I saw her open the french doors on the outside wall and step out onto a balcony.

She stood at the balcony railing, looking out into the night. She looked sad and vulnerable, and achingly beautiful. I silently entered her room and crossed the floor, stopping just a couple of feet behind her.

I gently laid my hands on her bare shoulders. She quickly turned, her face a mixture of surprise, uncertainty, and even a hint of joy.

I knew that by being in her bedroom, uninvited in her personal space, I had put her off balance. I wanted her even more off balance though. Before she had the chance to speak, I took her into my arms and kissed her, hard.

She thrilled me by reacting immediately. She returned my kiss equally as passionately, and her arms locked around my neck. I could feel her body trembling against me, and I could hear her breath coming in short, gasping pants.

I probed at her luscious lips with my tongue, and she instantly yielded, opening her mouth and allowing my tongue inside. At that moment, what I had suspected was confirmed. This young woman was hot.

I broke the kiss, waiting for her reaction. She was reeling, outwardly dazed. She stared at me with her piercing blue eyes for a moment, then she stammered, “What are you doing in my room?”

She was precious. The look on her face told me she knew how silly that question sounded after the way she’d just responded to my kiss. Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment.

I told her that I thought I was just giving her what she wanted. I could tell that her first reaction was to deny that, but she didn’t say anything.

Heather remained silent for a moment, and when she spoke, I was surprised by what she said. “My mother told me I should stay away gaziantep escort from you. She said you had an eccentric taste in women. What did she mean?”

I laughed out loud. I was surprised her mother had said anything at all to her, but obviously she was talking about my lifestyle as a Dom, which had always been wildly speculated about and a source of gossip. Heather didn’t know it, but she’d just given me the perfect opportunity to acquaint her with my desires and preferences.

I told her the truth, in a nutshell. I told her about my taste for submissive women, and I explained what I expected from women I was with. Then I offered to teach her.

I could tell by her expression and the questions she asked that she’d never heard of such things before, but that she was at least somewhat intrigued. I saw the indecision on her face as she tried to sort out her feelings. It was a watershed moment. I could almost feel her balanced between two extremes, with her pampered, sheltered life on one side, and with me and the mysterious unknown on the other.

She was confused, and I wasn’t surprised when she suggested that perhaps I should leave her alone and give her time to think about it. I fervently hoped that my instincts had been right when I told her that perhaps when she was a little older and more experienced she would be ready to explore new horizons.

I normally didn’t push so hard, but I’ll admit, I wanted her bad. And so far she was following along so willingly, I simply couldn’t resist.

I rolled the dice, and I stepped away from her, turning towards the door as if to leave. I couldn’t suppress a grin when not three seconds later, she stopped me. Her voice had a pleading tone, and she told me she wanted to understand, and to learn. She was sincere, and she seemed almost panicked that I was just going to walk away.

I began to lay out some of the ground rules for her, and she listened intently. Her eyes registered interest and her body language registered something else. Her breathing was still fast and shallow…her lovely chest heaved as she struggled to maintain control of her breath. She was also turned on.

I told her that her primary role was to please me, and that when she did that properly, I would give her pleasure in return. I introduced her to the idea of punishment for any misdeeds, and I explained about safewords. I emphasized that no matter what we did, the choice would always be hers to continue or to stop.

Heather agreed to the ground rules, and her face showed her own shock at consenting to something so new and unknown. With a pleased smile, I gave her my card and instructions to call me the following evening. She took the card from me almost reverently.

I knew that time was short and that she should get back to her party before she was missed and someone came looking for her. Before I left though, I simply had to touch her. I needed to feel her pressed against me once more, and I wanted to give her another taste of the pleasure that I knew I could give her.

I kissed her again, hard. Once again, she responded with an utterly consuming passion, and once again my cock stiffened in my pants. My hands sought out her lovely breasts, caressing them through her gown. I groaned inwardly when I could feel her nipples harden immediately, even through the fabric barrier that came between us. Heather moaned as well, a thrilling, needy sound.

I stepped forward, forcing her to step backward in order to keep her balance. I continued moving her backwards until her back was pressed up against her bedroom wall. My lips left hers so that I could kiss the creamy skin of her throat and shoulders. Her skin broke out in pebbly gooseflesh everywhere my mouth touched her, and I could feel her trembling with uncontained excitement.

Reaching down, I gathered up the hem of her pink silk skirt and slowly pulled it upward, exposing her shapely legs inch by inch. She was panting heavily, and I swore I could feel her need radiating off of her in waves of pure heat. Heather wanted me to touch her pussy, and I could feel it as clearly as if I’d heard her say the words aloud.

At that moment, it was clear that we wanted the same thing. I reached down and slid my fingers down into her satiny ivory-colored panties, and within seconds I encountered her already wet pussy lips. I parted her willing labia with my index fingers, and I pushed my finger into her impossibly tight hole.

I couldn’t believe how incredibly tight and wet she was. She felt like a prim, proper virgin who had suddenly been possessed by the spirit of a wanton slut. The combination was irresistible.

I slipped another finger into her drenched pussy, and I began pumping the two fingers in and out. Within seconds, she was thrusting her hips forward to meet my probing fingers, fucking them.

In a low, husky voice I told her that I could tell she loved to fuck and that I looked forward to thoroughly enjoying her tight pussy. She moaned in response, and I could tell that hearing dirty talk turned her on.

I withdrew my fingers from her sopping cunt, and her little groan of protest was music to my ears. I began urgently rubbing her clit, which was already hardened with need. Heather’s sounds of pleasure grew louder, and she began thrusting her hips even more intensely as she approached her climax.

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“Be upon my doorstep completely naked on hands and a knee at Two O’clock sharp is that understood?” was the first thing said upon my ears as she answered the phone.

“Yes Ma’am” I replied with a tremble in my voice.

“Are you nervous my pet?” For a moment I sat in silence. I didn’t want her to know that I was infact nervous yet excited at the same time. “I asked you a question, answer me my pet!” she commanded with now a much sterner tone to her words.

“Yes Ma’am” all I could do now was wait for her response.

“As you should be…good pet don’t disappoint me. Be here when you were told to be. This is to be your first test. If you fail me, you will be dragged inside and your ass will be torn up.”

“Thank you Ma’am I won’t disappoint you Ma’am.” Now the sound of silence on the phone, She didn’t say anything more to me as she hung up the phone. Now I sit and wait for that moment to arrive and to see or rather feel what she has in store for me. My cock has become so aroused just thinking of it. This is the first time that I will be before her. Knowing full well that if she knew my cock is in completely hardened arousal right now, she would whip me for I had no permission to allow it to become in this way. She is a rather stunning lady, and yes even though she is my Dom, she is still a magnificent lady. She stands all of five feet two inches tall; she has long ruby red hair, and the sexiest big brown bedroom eyes that I think I may have ever seen, And a voice that can melt my heart or pierce it at the drop of a dime.

Even though I haven’t yet tekirdağ escort been before her to actually see of her beauty inside and out, I have seen pictures she is completely stunning. I have waited for so long, and been put through so much to earn the pleasure and honor to be at her feet, under her command.

As the time was nearing I showered and changed into my sluttish pet clothing, which didn’t consist of a hell of a lot. She doesn’t like me in a bunch of skin hindering clothing. The only time she allows me to wear more than I am right now is when I am dressing for work. Arriving at her house at five minutes to Two, I sit in my car and just stare at her door.

“What awaits me behind that door? What will she do to me? Will she love me and protect me, or will she hang me out to dry like a piece of wet clothing?” all these questions run through my mind as I begin to exit my vehicle. Yet I think in some strange way, the unknown excited me all the more. Now standing upon her doorstep, I remembered the test that she had put upon me. Slowly I begin to remove my pet clothing and drop it to the deck, once completely naked my flesh completely exposed for all the neighbors to peer upon, I got onto my hands and knees, with eyes lowered, and await Ma’am to open my pet door.

As the door opens, “crawl my pet” was commanded. In an instant my heart begins to race, as I make my first movements through the door. The sight from my eyes inside was almost impossible, as it was dark, only a soft glow could be seen. And tokat escort the aroma of citrus and sage filled the air. “Stop right there, sit up onto your heels and DO NOT look at me.” In doing so with eyes lowered to the floor, I felt of something cold being run down my spine. My body shivered. “All pets in my house have collars, and leashes that match and now you will have yours too.” Feeling her attaching my collar around my neck and hearing that clasp of the leash clicking closed around the ring of my collar for the first time sank reality into place for me, knowing now exactly what I am.

” Your second test is now.” Suddenly I couldn’t see a thing, not even the floor. My Ma’am has blindfolded me. Here I sit on my knees, completely naked, collared and leashed, and blindfolded. Not knowing of whom else if anyone might be in this house and seeing all of this. “Am I on public display or is it just Ma’am and I alone?” more questions running through my mind. My cock now once again beginning to stir from excitement, I knew I had to shut it off, for my Ma’am would be very disappointed if she placed me somewhere and I was completely aroused. “I will give you one chance right now to decide if this is really what you want. If it is not, you may use your safe word, be unblindfolded, uncollared and unleashed and you may leave with no hard feelings. Decide NOW my pet. Is being my pet what you truly want?” I sat and pondered the possibilities for a moment, and didn’t take much time to realize that a subservient pet is exactly trabzon escort what I want.

“Ma’am?”

“Speak my pet, tell me of your wishes.”

“I wish to go forward Ma’am and to serve you well. I have waited for such a long time to be what I am. Please Ma’am, please allow this pet the opportunity to be at your feet, and be exactly what you want me to be. I promise I will not fail you Ma’am.”

” Very well now come my pet!” she commands as she tugs on my leash. Now on hands and knees, I follow her lead into complete blackness and the unknown. Feeling as if I have been crawling for miles, she suddenly commanded me to stop and rise pulling up on my leash. In the background I could hear soft whispers.

“Look at the new pet. Ma’am will have so much fun with him. I just hope he has a good tolerance for pain.” Was one comment made. Hearing this made my mind really begin to wonder and actually become a bit scared.

“He looks like such a pretty boy. I can’t wait to see her do to him what she did to us. He won’t ever be the same.”

“Maybe she will make him a piss-whore just as she made me. Oh wouldn’t that be wonderful to have a brother piss-whore?” hearing all of these whispered comments, I didn’t know exactly how many were in this room (or at least I am assuming we are in a room) now, but it didn’t rightly care I was ready for what ever she was going to throw my way.

“Up my pet.” She commanded as she pulled up on my leash. Standing with the leash, she places her hands onto my hips (an erotic chill runs through my being and my cock once again becomes erect only this time I cannot stop it) as she pushes me backwards. Suddenly I feel something behind me. “Turn around.” Doing so she pushes my upper body downward, my bare chest now lying upon a cold hard surface.

Now my heart pounding with anticipation, I wonder what my Ma’am now has in store for me. Chapter 2 will tell all!!

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I sat at the table in the library, stretching and sipping on my coffee. Tucked away in the corner on a small table was peaceful and private to revise.

My friend Sasha sat opposite me. She was wearing leggings and a baggy wooly jumper, stretched around the neck showing a hint of her ample cleavage. I looked away and tried to hide my blushing. We were friends in the same course, but she was beautiful with short brown hair and pale skin and I’d had a few fantasies about her, my mind flitted back to a memory when I’d been thinking of her as I’d stroked myself last night. I felt my pussy twitch and knew that if I kept looking at her, my knickers would get very wet.

My phone buzzed and I saw the message from him. He knew I was here with her. Sasha saw me blush and asked who text me. I told her. She let out a little laugh and sat up from her work. She knew all about him, she asked what he wanted.

She leant over and swiped my phone before I realised what she was doing. I tried to act causally and laugh as she read out the text.

“She’s beautiful. Kiss her. Tell her you want her between your thighs and send me a photo. Perhaps I’ll come and see you both”. I expected her to laugh or act repulsed but she looked thoughtfully at the message. She held the phone in her hands and tapped it thinking.

“I’ve always wondered what gets him off. Let’s send him a photo and see what he does” she smiled as she said it but the look in her eyes made my mouth dry and my stomach flip.

She slid around her chair and played with my hair. She held the camera phone up above our heads, and gently pressed her lips to mine. I heard the sound of the camera click as her soft warm tongue entered my mouth. She pulled away slowly and placed the phone down on the table. She paused for a moment, she moved as if to go back across the desk and then changed her mind, placing her hand on my thigh.

I licked my lips and could feel the thick tension between us. I leant towards her and kissed her soft lips. She entered my mouth again this time more forcefully, she left one hand on my leg, gripping my thigh and the other she used to gently cup my face. I eagerly kissed her back and gently stroked her breasts over the soft jumper.

My phone buzzed and I gently pulled away to look. As I reached for the phone she burrowed her head into my neck and softly bit me, running her hand up my thigh and right between my legs. My leggings were only thin and she chuckled to herself.

“Well aren’t you enjoying this”

I blushed a little at her discovery of my wetness but it excited me that she knew. I read the text aloud “Well well well. Keep going good girl. I’ll be over soon. Make sure you’re both good and ready for me.”

She stopped biting me and looked up “What does he mean?” She asked. It was my turn to smile. I asked her what her limits where, would she let him watch, maybe touch her? “Yes” she replied. I quickly text him his permission and lay the phone down on the table.

I placed a hand on her thigh and gently slid it up her jumper. I felt her silky bra beneath my finger tips and was surprised to find a little clasp between her breasts. I grinned as I gently bit her lip and flicked the clasp open. Her gorgeous breasts popped free and into my waiting hands. I gently massaged them and flicked her nipples with my finger tips.

She moaned softly into my mouth before leaning back on the chair. I lifted the jumper up over her head bursa escort and cast aside the bra. I licked her erect nipples and gently sucked on one, whilst pinching the other, hard. She moaned and I placed a hand over her mouth.

I moved my hand down her body and slipped my finger tips under the soft black leggings, I found the top of her underwear and slid a hand down her soft mound. I found her pulsing clit and felt her sticky wetness. I gently stroked a finger down her clit and lips. She bucked her hips into my hand, urging me on and I felt her moan deeply into my hand.

I stroked again, moving my finger down to her pussy lips, then sliding my now wet fingers over her clit. Again. And again, slowly. Building her. I pressed my two fingers hard above her clit and rubbed down, flicking it. She groaned and I slid my fingers down, between her lips and jerked them deep into her. She moaned loudly and it felt like my hand did nothing to hide her moans.

“That will not do.”

I looked up, unaware someone was here. Sasha did too. It was him. He stood there, tall and confident. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and chinos. He looked so handsome. I hadn’t removed my fingers from Sasha and I felt her squirm under me.

She looked at me, and back at him.

“Sasha if you’re loud like that, you’ll ruin all the fun we’re going to have.”

He walked over and bent down, lowering his face he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. She kissed him back and I saw her push her tongue into his mouth.

He looked up, staring hard at me. A grin spread across his face for a moment. He told me to stand up. As I did I pulled my fingers from inside Sasha and brushed against her clit. She moaned again, softly.

I stood up and faced him. He stepped over to me, sliding a hand up my top. He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple, hard. He kept his fingers around my nipple for a few seconds. My pussy twitched and I let out a gentle moan.

He slipped a hand under my leggings and down into my knickers, I felt his fingers stroke my pussy lips. They were soaking. My knickers were wet through.

“Such a good girl.”

He held his fingers up and I took them in my mouth, tasting myself and sucking them clean.

“Now take off our knickers.”

I did as I was told.

Sasha was watching us intently. I noticed she had one hand in her leggings and I watched the shape of her hand move underneath, rubbing herself, moaning softly.

He had spotted her too and chuckled.

“So noisy Sasha. We’ll fix that though. Put them in her mouth.”

Sasha tilted her head in confusion and her eyes opened wide as she realised what he meant. She started to protest as I walked over but he got there first. He softly grabbed her face and looked into her eyes, speaking gently.

“She is mine. If you want to play, you have to follow my rules. You have to be a good girl and do as I say. If you don’t want to – you can leave.”

As he said this he slid his hand into her knickers and started fucking her with his fingers. Slowly out and then hard and deep in. Over and over. She grabbed hold of the desk and moaned, leaving her mouth open.

I stepped over and stuffed her waiting mouth with my knickers. I blushed as I saw the obvious wet patch, knowing she would taste me. She closed her eyes.

He let go of her and moved away. I lifted his hand to my mouth and sucked his fingers clean. She tasted so good. çanakkale escort

He leant in and whispered into my ear.

“Make her cum, and maybe I’ll let you cum too”.

I pulled Sasha’s leggings down to her knees and lifted her jumper up over her head. She was still wearing her knickers and they were soaked through.

I knelt on the floor in front on her and kissed her neck softly, stroking my fingers over her knickers. Feeling her pussy lips beneath them. She thrust her hips up and into my hand. I kept stroking and kissed my way down, across her breasts, playfully biting each nipple, to just above the knicker line. I paused there and rubbed over her knickers a little harder. I felt her body tense and struggle to moan, my wet knickers softening her noises.

I pulled her knickers down to her knees, exposing her pussy. She’d soaked right through them and made a wet patch on the seat. I placed a finger either side of her lips and moved them up and down. Teasing. I bent my head just above her clit, so she could feel my breath on her skin.

She pushed her hand into my hair, grabbing a fist full and tried to push my head into her lap. I willing obliged and pushed my tongue against her waiting clit.

I felt another hand grab my hair and pull my head back, away.

“Sasha, lay on the table.” He commanded, she got up, as she did she struggled to walk, and he told me to help by removing her leggings and knickers, still on my knees I shuffled over to her and did as I was told.

Fully naked, Sasha lay on the table, her ass perched on the edge, so I could reach her. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at him.

“Hand me her knickers and stand up.” He said.

I took her black lace knickers and held them out to him. He took them and told me to turn around to face Sasha. I felt my wetness drip down my leg.

He placed his hands between my legs, pushing his fingers inside and spreading my wetness up and around my tight asshole. “You won’t be needing this” he said as he pushed her knickers inside my pussy. I loved that feeling, having my pussy full but aching for more, to be fucked. I was blocked and desperate. I licked my lips and bent over to return to her dripping pussy.

As I bent over I felt his hand thwack against my ass. Once. Twice. Three times he spanked me. I moaned and thanked him.

I buried my face into her pussy, thinking about the orgasm I might be allowed. I didn’t wait to tease, I thrust my fingers inside her and fucked her with them, hard, deep, slow fucks. I danced my tongue around her clit. Circling it then across. Round and over, again and again.

She lay flat on her back now, arching as I felt her quiver as she got close to cumming. She gripped the side of the table. I felt his hand grip my hip, his thumb stroked my asshole and I widened my stance slightly to balance myself as he thrust his cock into my waiting asshole.

I’d been training myself, but only with small butt plugs, he entered me and my ass tightened around him. The feeling was so amazing. I’d only been allowed to cum with my ass filled and I felt my body warm at the thought. He drove his cock deep into my ass with long powerful thrusts. It hurt a little bit, each thrust drew me closer to an orgasm, the tingling feeling spreading to my clit and making my desperate pussy ache.

I flicked my tongue over her clit harder now, speeding up my finger fucking, wanting her to cum. My body rize escort rocked as he continued to fuck me. I felt her pussy clench around me as I thrust again and again and felt her body convulse as she came underneath me.

I pulled away and admired the dripping mess she’d left all over the table. I stay bent over as he fucked me harder, faster. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so that I was staring at Sasha. She looked at me, her mouth full with my knickers, her eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed with her recent orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly, I could feel him getting closer and my stomach fluttered.

He let out a low moan and I felt his cum fill my ass. He fucked me so deep I let out a little moan as it pushed against me and pulled me open. He stepped back and I felt the sweet release as he left my asshole and his cum dripped out and down my legs.

I heard him pull his trousers up and fasten his belt.

I was wimpering now. Bent over, cum dripping down my legs and her wetness all over my lips, chin and fingers. I stayed were I was bent over as he helped Sasha off the table. He carefully pulled my knickers from her mouth. “I’ll keep hold of these,” he said.

She smiled and kissed him, bending down she kissed his cock. She redressed herself and looked at me in the same position they’d left me. “You’re fucking hot,” she said, then she turned, gathered her books from the floor and left.

I heard his foot steps behind me and he took my arm pulling me to face him. He kissed me roughly on the lips. His hand moved over to the pens on the desk next to us.

“Such a good girl. I think I’ll give you a treat.”

He took a pen, pushed himself against me and moved his arm around my waist down to my ass, and pushed the pen inside me. I moaned and clenched around it. “Thank you Sir”. He purred and placed another pen in my ass, and again, until five of them were sticking half out on my messy wet asshole.

I was panting now, teetering on the edge of orgasm, the slightest touch would send me over the edge. My body shaking in excitement and longing.

“We can’t have you making any noises now can we my desperate little slut?” he purred.

I shook my head and opened my mouth as he stuffed my own knickers inside.

He stepped back and admired the scene. There I stood, naked, my ass full of pens, my pussy filled with someone else’s knickers, my mouth filled with my own, and his cum dripping out of my asshole and down my legs. He looked at me, making eye contact and uttered the words “You may cum now” in the low commanding voice he used when he was satisfied.

I locked eyes with him as my fingers moved to my clit and gently stroked myself. It was so large and swollen, desperate for a release. I pressed my finger into my clit softly and circled, watching his reaction. I moved my fingers a litter faster, careful not to press too hard, I was so sensitive and raw, I felt my orgasm close. My whole pussy felt warm and tingly, I moved my finger back and forth across my clit, felt my orgasm build and felt myself fall over the edge.

“Stop” he commanded. I moved my fingers away and felt my orgasm ruin. I groaned in frustration and felt tears sting my eyes, the empty ache between my legs. He took the knickers out of my mouth and pulled the other pair from inside me, leaving me empty and wet. He pulled the pens out one at a time and placed them all on the table. He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to his. Kissing my lips.

“I know you love it when I ruin your orgasms, you’ve been such a good girl. I know it’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes, thank you Sir” I replied.

——

Does it excite you to know that I wrote this with my ass full? That I reread it, edging to it – before letting myself orgasm as I reached the end? The thought of you staring at me as I did?

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It was an unusually feverish week for Janice Slatter. The nubile young schoolteacher was distracted during classes. She spent much of her spare time working out. Every night she would collapse into bed no earlier than 1:00 or 2:00 am and bring herself off, dreaming about her punishments from the Dean and Mr. Channing, finally falling asleep from exhaustion.

By Friday, another blazingly hot day, she was so distraught her students wondered if she was ill. She had taken pains to get a manicure and pedicure and to dress carefully. At 4:30, she knocked on the Dean’s door. He’d been careful to open the window only partway, so it was even hotter than during their first meeting at the beginning of the week. After a lengthy pause, he said in a stern voice, “Come in.”

Gingerly, she inched open the door. The Dean raised his arm, pointing to the wall clock, which read 4:40. Surprised, she glanced at her watch to see it was ten minutes slow. “I’m sorry for being late, Dean,” she said as she walked to his desk. Despite the heat, a shiver ran through her as she noted a two and a half foot willow switch, a riding crop and a tawse lying along the front edge of the desk, just inches from her groin. She immediately grew excited. He noted the short dark bolero jacket over a sheer white blouse and glanced at the full, pleated dark skirt over gray stockings.

“Make us a couple of drinks on the rocks, Miss Slatter,” he said, pointing to the sideboard. “Doubles.”

“Thank you sir,” she said, walking to the bar.

She prepared the cocktails and walked back to his desk, handed him his drink and he raised his hand to toast. “To knowledge followed by experience.” Janice nodded and drank.

“Mmm,” she said, “that’s refreshing.” Her eyes kept darting to the instruments of punishment.

“Yes, it’s excellent vodka.” She took another swallow of her smooth vodka, set down the glass, unbuttoned the jacket, stripped it off and spread her legs, arms clasped behind her back. Her white blouse was again quite sheer, this time revealing a charcoal gray bra. She looked more stacked than he remembered, about a 35B. And it was obvious that she wore a ¼ cup bra, judging from the large areola and swelling thick nipples, both as dark as the bra itself.

“Well done, Miss Slatter. Have another drink.” Gratefully, she swallowed a large gulp. “Have you been beaten with these devices before?”

She shook her head. “No sir, only with a belt and a whip.”

“Let’s begin. Take off the blouse.” She complied, cringing as her heavy tits and arousd nipples were revealed, not in the privacy of her darkened bedroom, but the Dean’s office. Inadvertently, he gasped as the perfect, smooth flesh was revealed, with the darkest, thickest and longest nipples he’d ever seen. He imagined her perfection enhanced by whip marks, clamps and chains.

“You are beautiful. Now raise your skirt to your waist and tuck it in. She pulled up the full skirt revealing the stunning legs, thighs and high-top stockings. Like last week, her panties were tight and sheer, the thick labia bulging against the confining lingerie. “Pull your panties down to your knees.” There was an obscene sucking sound as the panties were extracted from her wet slit and lowered to knee height. Freed from confinement, the glistening lips hung prominently, begging – along with the incredible nipples – to be clamped, weighted and permanently stretched. She was carefully, thoroughly shaved smooth except for a token strip only two inches high and less than an inch wide. “Lean over on the desk.” She rested her forearms on the dark, polished wood, her ass jutting out.

He opened a desk drawer and removed several objects: two sets of clamps, a ball gag and a camera. “Mr. Channing requested photos of our session,” he explained. “Have you worn clamps before?”

She nodded. “Yes sir, but never ones as large and heavy as those.”

He picked up the tawse, sat on the desk edge and casually and quickly struck her left breast. The black leather smashed into the flesh. muğla escort She gasped but remained still, a wide reddened mark appearing on the olive skin. He grasped the tit and squeezed it to soothe the pain. She flinched when he touched the tit but her lips soon parted in pleasure. He stood and slammed the thick leather into one ass cheek and then the other, following the strikes with caresses. “Uhhh!” she’d exclaimed when hit. Then he hit her other tit. “Uhhh!” By now her wide mouth was fully open, her entire body coated with a light film of perspiration.

“Very good, Ms. Slatter. Your body has a high tolerance for pain. Now, let’s move up to a more serious implement.” He took the switch and swiped her back, hard. “Ugghhh!” she grunted, panting. He struck her ass three times as she moaned more loudly. “It’s time for soundproofing.” He raised the ball gag to her face and she dutifully opened her big sensuous mouth, but he realized the gag was too small. He switched it for a much larger one that he pushed in, her full lips spreading obscenely around the red globe. He noticed her large eyes had begun to glaze over with pain and lust.

Without warning, the Dean swung the switch, struck both thighs repeatedly and then moved to the inner thighs, cruelly striking higher and higher till he directly hit her heavily hanging lips, the switch curling up to lick her slit with pain. Finally, she yelled into the gag, slowly shaking her head from the stabbing pain, a strand of saliva seeping from behind the gag. He immediately stroked the burning greasy lips and thrust three fingers into her drenched quim. She groaned in relief. Removing his dripping fingers, he wiped the thick juice on her inner thighs as a humiliating mark of her arousal and wetness.

The Dean roughly squeezed, pulled and twisted the dark chocolate nipples before sinking the cloverleaf clamps into the base of the stalks, delighting as the brute metal compressed the flesh between its pincers as more saliva dripped out of the young submissive’s severely stretched mouth. Janice was becoming almost delirious with excitement. Never before had anyone worked her over as skillfully as the Dean. She’d been waiting years for a master like him, a man who totally understood her inner self, her most lurid cravings. A man who knew how to increase the pain and excitement till she was out of her mind with agony and lust. She was sure he’d take her today, but she wondered how much he’d force her to service his needs.

Sure enough, the tips of the oversized nipples swelled to an even more obscene size. Squatting behind her, the Dean stroked and pulled the fleshy labia and tightly attached two heavy clamps, excited by the copious strands of juice descending her thighs and wetting the lace tops of the expensive stockings.

Standing, he took a length of coarse brown packaging twine from the desk, cut it into two lengths, and tightly wrapped the base of each breast several times, till the heavy sweating globes jutted outward even more. He tied the ends of the twine to the two cloverleaf clamps, and to her surprise, secured the other ends to two drawer knobs on opposite sides of the desk. Carefully, he opened each drawer stretching the sweating tiflesh till she moaned in pain. The heavy breasts were pulled up, spread apart and painfully lengthened. She tried to control her breathing. He stood still admiring the tormented beauty, twin strands of saliva falling to his desktop. He repeated the process with the twine, knotting it to the pussy clamps and pulling the tortured lips several inches down and out till he knotted the twine onto small silver metal circles hanging from the stocking tops.

She started muttering unintelligibly as he photographed her from all kinds of angles, remembering to get close-ups of the metal squeezing her. Once he recorded her face, drenched with sweat, huge eyes filled with pain and pleasure, her moth leaking steadily from the giant ball gag. He thought that Mr. Channing ordu escort would be not only satisfied but excited as well. Then the Dean thoroughly cropped her lovely back, ass and thighs, followed by the fronts and tops of her distended magnificent tits, ending with a half dozen silent swats on her plump lengthened labia.

Screaming, Janice came as she hadn’t in a long time: shaking, thrashing, twisting, groaning and writhing in a massive climax so intense that she jerked a labia clamp off that crashed onto the floor. The Dean dropped his trousers and shorts and pushed between the hanging lips and sole remaining clamp, all the way deep into her grasping cunt. With one hand, he grabbed her damp short black hair and pulled her head back till he could see the ball gag and her frenzied face. With the other hand he grasped on the desktop for a nipple clamp and placed it on the huge dark nub, ramming into her pussy as he pushed and twisted the clamp, grotesquely abusing the tempting nipple.

Before cumming, he pulled out, released the twine from the desk knobs, dragged her over to the coffee table, forced her to kneel and ripped out the ball gag. “What about your brother?” She shook her head in one last defiance. The Dean slapped both of her tits. “Well?” She nodded her head in defiance. He grabbed the crop and struck her vulva.

Once her scream died down, she gasped, “He whipped me also.” The Dean struck upward into her wet slit. She gasped, “They both fucked me. And gagged and clamped me. Both separate and together. And they DP’d me. Whenever they liked. They’ve used me since I was young.”

“That’s what I figured.” He shoved one hand into her pussy and stuck his juice-covered cock into her mouth. “Do not swallow!” he growled, before her expert, eager sucking made him flood her mouth with more and longer shots than he’d ever produced. Being a slut, she was able to hold all of his hot jizz in her big mouth. When he pulled out of her grasping lips, his fat cock left a trail of white spunk that dribbled out of her lips onto her chin. The remnants of his cum dripped down onto her marked tits, swollen nipples and swinging clamp.

For the final humiliation and as a last test of her subjugation, he ordered her to open her mouth. Desperately trying to find the correct angle, so his cum would neither slide down her throat nor escape her lips, Janice eventually opened wide, revealing a small sea of thick white semen. He relished the obscenely degrading sight and reached for her empty cocktail glass. He held it under her mouth and told her to release it very slowly into the glass, pleased with her performance that afternoon.

Carefully, she tilted her head and let the hot cum trickle into the glass, fully aware of how disgusting she must appear. But on another level she was intensely excited by the image she was presenting. It took a minute for the slimy pool to dribble out. When the last drop had fallen, she licked her cum-stained lips, relishing the taste. “Good. Now get dressed except for your bra and panties, but leave on all the clamps until you reach home.” She jerked her face to his, horrified by that cruel demand, but said nothing. He watched as she gingerly put on her skirt and blouse, grimacing. “Now sit.”

He held out the cum-filled cocktail glass. She took it obediently, realizing she was even more humiliated to drink it when dressed. She drank the warm gunk, slowly but steadily. The Dean was silently overjoyed, aware that he had found what he’d been looking for these many years: a gorgeous, young, hot, impressionable sub reeking of sensuality, with a seemingly unlimited capacity for humiliation, bondage, sex and abasement. The fact that she was also a pain and cum slut made her seem too good to be true. And soon he would present his discovery to the wealthiest and most influential person in town, Mr. Channing. He realized that he was falling in love with this innocent looking sex toy.

“I’m getting to be fond of you, you osmaniye escort know.” He stroked her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered.

“Thank you sir. I like you a lot too.”

* * *

The next week’s session with her student, Doug – or Dougie, as he liked to be called – Channing was a huge relief to Janice. The Dean had been firm in repeatedly restraining the obnoxious senior from his desires and in setting reasonable parameters. Rather than appear braless, the Dean told Janice to wear a ¼-cup bra, but she never removed her blouse, the blinds were kept closed so the room was dim, Doug was permitted to use nothing but a flogger, and only on his nubile teacher’s bare ass. Dougie whined for her to strip off her blouse so he could see her tits, and he pleaded for a blowjob, but the Dean was adamant in refusing to indulge any more of the boy’s desires.

The hot teacher was placed, bending over the rear of a padded leather easy chair. The Dean saw no need to fasten her ankles to the chair legs or silence her with a gag. She raised her skirt to the waist and pulled off her panties while Doug whistled and made gleeful catcalls. With his small cock tenting his pants, he applied a dozen hits with the flogger as Janice craftily wept and begged him to stop, apologizing profusely and praising him. Since the Dean had witnessed her enormous capacity for pain, he knew it was just an act. But the impressionable boy was completely convinced, his ego suitably swollen. And the Dean knew that Doug would not only brag about his prowess to his father, but would exaggerate as well, probably boasting that the errant teacher had sucked his cock. By the time Dougie left the Dean’s office, after only twenty minutes, he was actually swaggering.

In order to show her appreciation, Janice did perform a blowjob, but on the Dean, who then bound and fucked her. He’d been sorely tempted to cane his submissive, but had restrained himself. Mr. Channing would be much happier administering his corrections to an unmarked – or lightly marked – body, especially one as superb as the dark-haired and tawny skinned faculty member.

Afterward, the Dean coached the sex-hungry teacher with the voracious appetite on her forthcoming session with Brian Channing, scheduled for Saturday night the following weekend. Channing, who was divorced, lived in a vulgar McMansion. The agenda would be cocktails in the living room followed by a light dinner, ending with a scene in the study. Dougie would be staying at a friend’s house for the weekend, although Channing’s butler would be present, as would the Dean.

He advised Janice to act demure and innocent and warned her about Channing’s sadistic and lustful tastes, much more severe than what the Dean had inflicted on her.

“He is nothing if not predictable, so he’ll probably use his favorite instrument, a quirt.” Janice nodded. “I suggest you play up to his mercy and forgiveness, then scream and cry pitifully from his whipping, then worship him for giving you the honor of being fucked and forgiven by him.”

“Yes sir. And will you be watching?”

“Mr. Channing is also fond of DP, in which he usually asks me to participate. Have you been double penetrated, Ms. Slatter?”

She nodded mutely, blushing since she was also fond of the act. “I thought as much,” the Dean said drily.

“I’m glad you’ll be there,” she added. She realized how that comment could be misconstrued, so she clarified: “I mean, for the DP, Dean.” He knew she was sincere. “I’m glad I’ll be there as well. Frankly, Mr. Channing is a bit of a blustering blowhard, which of course is where Dougie gets his insufferable behavior.” He didn’t add that he was eager to see her used by another man, even one as craven, greedy and sadistic as Brian Channing.

The Dean gave Janice $1,000 to spend on lingerie, clothing, and shoes, and recommended several stores. His instructions on clothes were explicit: an imported demi-bra, panty, stocking and garter set, but more lewd and provocative than she usually wore. She must wear a long skirt with high slits and a very tight thin blouse.

“I know you won’t disappoint me, Ms. Slatter. The fate of the campus center resides with you. And if you perform exceptionally well, there just might be a reward for you.”

“Oh? What kind of reward?”

“All in good time, Ms. Slatter. All in good time.”

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Samantha paused in front of the university’s notice board, edging closer to avoid the steady stream of students heading towards the cafeteria, or outside to enjoy the early summer sunshine. Her attention had once again been caught by one particular flyer. It was one of dozens crowding the board, black print on an A4 sheet of pale pink paper, but the thing that most caught her eye was the line at the bottom that read: “£200 per hour”. She was off on a holiday to Barcelona at the end of the month with some of her friends from back home and that kind of spending money would certainly come in handy.

It must be a mistake, it’s way too high, she thought to herself as she leant in to study it more closely. Maybe they meant £2.00 per hour? But that would be too low. She hooked an errant strand of her auburn hair over her ear as she read the rest of the text, hoping for clues.

“Broad-minded female volunteers required to test and review female-oriented sex toys. Applicants must be healthy, available from the 8th to the 22nd of May, and willing to openly discuss their sexuality. Please apply to Dr Phoebe Johnson…” followed by an email address and phone number.

“Thinking of applying?” said a voice behind her, and spinning around Sam spied the pretty face of her best friend Abby peering over her shoulder. They’d known each other for a year now, having met during fresher’s week when they’d found they were on the same History of Art course and had since spent many drunken nights out at the union bar. She was a petite young woman, her dark hair cur in a neat bob, framing a pretty face with large pale blue eyes. Like Sam, she was cheerful and optimistic by nature and Sam had quickly grown used to the sound of her light, melodic laughter.

“Yeah, I mean I’m not sure I’m totally comfortable talking about sex toys but I’d be willing to do it for £200 per hour.”

“Me too. Do you think that’s right?” Abby said, echoing her thoughts.

“I mean it does seem very generous.”

“Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out, let’s try the number,” Abby said, slipping a slim mobile ‘phone from the back pocket of her skinny jeans.

—

Back in her dorm room, Sam lay face down on her bed and flipped opened her laptop, quickly finding the email that Dr Johnson had promised to send to both her and Abby. Opening it, she found a brief message that confirmed the details on the flyer and included a link that when clicked lead her to an online form.

The first part was straightforward: she entered her name, her student address and twenty for her age, although it was her twenty-first birthday next week.

The second section was a little more personal: she entered “heterosexual” for her “sexual orientation”. She ticked “No” for “Are you currently in a sexual relationship?”, then confessed “Yes” for “Do you currently own a sex toy?” She actually owned two: a realistic penis-shaped dildo, and her favourite bright pink vibrator, both of which she’d bought since splitting up with her ex-boyfriend Jeff two months earlier.

“How many times do you masturbate per week?” made her pause, but in the end it seemed safest to check one of the middle options “two”, although that was probably an underestimate. The next question was even more personal: “How often do you achieve orgasm when alone or with a partner?”

She paused, curling a thin strand of auburn hair around her finger as she thought how best to answer honestly but concisely. She’d partly split up with Jeff, because he’d been quite selfish in bed and the sex just hadn’t been that great. She didn’t always achieve orgasm when she masturbated either. The dorm was quite noisy and she found she needed to concentrate on a particularly hot fantasy or past experience to climax.

Sometimes it helped to think about the last time that Jeff had made her cum. It had been near the end of their relationship, when they spent a lot of time bickering. They’d been out at the spring ball and after a tetchy argument, she’d got her revenge by teasing him all evening, slipping her hand in the pocket of his smart black trousers to examine his growing arousal and, spurred on by too many cocktails, whispering all sorts of naughty things in his ear. When they finally got back to his room, he’d been like an animal, tearing at her summery floral dress and throwing her onto the bed, then leaping on top, his weight pressed between her spread thighs, his hands pinning her wrists to the pillow as he fucked her hard and fast. Afterwards, she’d told him that she hadn’t liked it and he’d been too rough, but the truth was that his passionate desire had been such a turn-on that she’d come as soon as he’d forced his super-hard cock inside her.

Anyway, since then, her love life had been non-existent and she’d become quite frustrated as her dry spell continued. She’d had some strange erotic dreams recently, some of them featuring Abby, her friend coming back to her dorm after too many glasses of wine to comfort her after splitting bilecik escort up with Jeff, placing a consoling arm around her shoulder, and one thing leading to another…

In the end she had to summarise, typing “Not currently in a relationship, can usually orgasm when masturbating” into the box and scrolled to the end.

She knew she should probably read the lengthy Terms and Conditions, but did anybody really do that? “Life’s too short” she muttered to herself as she quickly skimmed through the dense text then checked the box saying she understood them then stabbed the Submit button already calculating about how many Espresso Martinis two hundred pounds would buy.

—

A week later, she found herself seated next to Abby in a spacious, sterile waiting area. She’d never been to the research complex before; it was separate from the rest of the campus, a brisk ten-minute walk from their halls of residence and mainly frequented by Psychology and Biology students. It was a very modern looking building, all steel and glass, and the receptionist had directed them to this waiting room after checking their student passes and names on her computer screen.

Beside her, Abby was jiggling her knees and glancing at her slim gold watch anxiously. Despite it only being May, she had already seemed to have caught the sun and Sam couldn’t help envying her smoothly tanned skin. Like Sam, she was dressed casually in jeans, tennis shoes and a t-shirt on this warm afternoon.

“You nervous?” Sam asked.

“A little, I guess,” her friend replied. “What do you think we’ll have to do?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll just be looking at new models of vibrators. You know, seeing how they feel, talking about what kinds we prefer, the most attractive colours, how much we’d be willing to pay for them, that kind of thing.”

“Yeah, I suppose. Although it doesn’t seem like that would justify the two hundred pounds per hour.”

“Mmm,” Sam agreed thoughtfully.

Opposite them and off to one side was their destination, a plain white door labelled “Lab 2a”. In the silence that enveloped them as they checked their mobile phones, they could hear some noises from behind it, a distant, muffled female moaning that seemed to gradually grow louder and more agitated then stopped abruptly.

Abby twisted towards her and raised her fine eyebrows: “Gee, sounds like someone’s enjoying the testing,” she concluded as they exchanged nervous grins.

A few minutes later, the door opened and a woman emerged. She was tall and slender, and perhaps thirty, her dark-chocolate hair scraped back and tied in a neat bun, her eyes large and dark, almost black behind her frameless glasses. She wore a long white lab coat over a pale blue shirt and a pair of tailored black trousers that hugged her slim hips and had the keen but authoritative air of an earnest teacher.

“Ah, you must be Sam and Abby. I’m Dr Johnson but you can call me Phoebe,” she said,

consulting her clipboard then stepping towards them and offering Sam her hand. She had the kind of well-spoken voice that suggested an expensive private education.

“Thanks, I’m Sam,” Sam said, standing and noting the woman’s surprisingly firm grip as they briefly shook hands.

“And I’m Abby. Pleased to meet you,” Abby said politely as she also stood and took Phoebe’s hand.

“Super, well welcome to our lab,” Phoebe continued brightly, looking the two girls up and down. “I’m sure you’re both going to make excellent test subjects. Come on through.”

—

The lab was a well-lit room with benches full of equipment running along three walls and a distinctive antiseptic tang. The room was dominated by two large, complicated-looking chairs that wouldn’t have looked out of place at a dentist’s office. Sam’s trainers squeaked on the tiled floor as the followed Phoebe inside, which was quiet except for the steady hum of the air-conditioning.

“Now, this is my assistant Jana,” Phoebe said, hugging her clipboard to her chest as she nodded towards a slim, pale young woman with angular cheekbones, thin lips and spiky peroxide-blonde hair who was busying herself wiping down one of the chairs with a damp cloth with a citrus fragrance. She twisted around and nodded curtly.

“She’s from Latvia, excellent at her job but still struggling a little with the language,” Phoebe said, leaning in conspiratorially and dropping her voice.

“I see,” Sam said as she looked around, noticing that one of the benches was crowded with an array of laptops and monitors and another with a brightly coloured array of sex toys.

“Now are you girls ready to get started?” Phoebe asked.

“Sure, where do you want us?” Sam asked.

“Well, once you’ve removed your clothes we’d like you to take a chair each,” Phoebe said in her crisp, clear voice.

“Oh! I’m sorry, you want us to strip?” Sam said, exchanging a puzzled glance with Abby.

“Of course, we’re manisa escort going to need you to be naked for this,” Phoebe insisted.

“Oh, but we didn’t…”

“I mean, you did read the small print, didn’t you?” Phoebe asked, looking over the top of her glasses.

“Well, I just kind of skimmed through it,” Sam confessed, Phoebe’s tone making her feel like a student who’d forgotten her homework. Abby shot her a nervous glance that implied she’d done the same.

“We kind of thought we’d just be talking about the merits of various sex toys, I mean we didn’t realise…” Abby said, although even as she spoke she reluctantly kicked off her trainers and started to unbutton her jeans.

“You thought we’d pay this kind of money to just have a cup of tea and a cosy chat! Gosh no, I’m sorry ladies, these experiments are a little more hands-on than that, aren’t they Jana?” Phoebe said, with a light chuckle. Behind her, Jana muttered something that Sam didn’t catch.

“Do we really have to take everything off? Can we keep our knickers on at least?” Sam asked as she crossed her arms and tugged her white t-shirt up and over her head to reveal plump, rounded boobs encased in a lacy white bra.

“Of course, of course,” Phoebe said with a reassuring smile. “At least for the time being.”

Sam felt her cheeks redden as she reluctantly wriggled out of her jeans, handing them to Jana as Phoebe watched. Then unclipped her bra, self-consciously wrapping an arm across her bare breasts as Jana gathered up their clothes and left them in a neat pile on one of the spare chairs.

“Very good, we’re all girls together here, nothing we haven’t seen before, eh?” Phoebe said breezily as she made a check mark on her pad. “Now then, why don’t you both take a seat?”

Sam perched on the white padded seat, and swung her legs onto the chair, the faux leather feeling momentarily cold against her bare skin and making her shiver. Up close, she could see that the chair was body-shaped, with two slender arms adjoining the main section and the section for her legs spit in two. There were also a number of buttons set into the side and more worryingly, some black straps.

“Um, so what are you doing?” Sam asked as Phoebe took her arm, pressing into tight against the padded leather as she tugged at the strap, fastening it around her wrist with a silver buckle.

“Just making sure you’re strapped in. It’s for your own safety,” Phoebe said, with another of her reassuring smiles as she switched to the other side, gently unfolding her arm and binding other wrist in place. Sam felt herself flush, unable to cover her naked boobs.

“I mean, are you sure this is really necessary? I’m not sure I like this,” Sam said, feeling herself panic a little as the doctor secured some extra straps just below her elbows. She twisted her head and exchanged a concerned glance with Abby who was being secured to her chair by Jana in the same quick, efficient manner.

“Oh yes, these tests have to be very scientific. We can’t have our subjects interfering or wriggling around too much if they get, um, over-excited. It was all in the small print,” Phoebe insisted.

“But I can stop any time if I don’t like it, right?”

“Of course, of course,” Phoebe said with a tight, thin-lipped smile as she quickly moved on to Sam’s legs, quickly binding her ankles and knees to the chair’s legs with a firm tug. A thicker strap around her stomach completed the bindings.

“There, perfect,” the doctor said, stepping back and running her dark unreadable eyes up and down over Sam’s willowy body, taking in her plump boobs sitting high on her ribcage, the colourful mandala tattoo on the side of her slim hips, her slender legs. Sam didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, she was quite proud of her body, lean and trim after hours of yoga and jogging around the park. But the way Phoebe stared made her want to cover herself, and she instinctively but fruitlessly tugged at her wrists.

She tested her bindings further as Phoebe softened the lighting, finding to her dismay that her wrists and ankles were fixed in firmly place, tight enough to prevent her pulling free but without being uncomfortable. She tried moving her body but with her ankles, stomach and wrists held firm, she was limited to moving her head and lifting her hips a little.

“You know I’m not entirely comfortable with this,” she said anxiously, trying to keep her voice even despite her rising sense of panic.

“Just relax, this isn’t going to hurt, quite the opposite,” Phoebe said briskly, pulling a chair closer and sitting down as Jana handed her a large pink-and-black, cordless vibrator.

“So, um, are you going to use that on me?” Sam asked, her mouth a little dry.

“Yes, we’re doing a little product testing for the company that manufactures these toys. We’re trying out different prototypes for them. This one’s a cordless, silicon, ‘magic wand’ style massager, mersin escort ten speed. It’s USB rechargeable and machine washable so very practical. Quite quiet too,” Phoebe said, wielding the vibrator in one hand whilst her other clutched a pen, hovering over the notepad resting on the arm of her chair.

She used her thumb to press a discrete button on the side of the shaft, and Sam could only just hear its discrete buzz over the background hum. She watched as Phoebe leant forward and pressed the buttons on the side of her chair, feeling her head rising so she could more easily see what the doctor was doing.

“Oh!” Sam said, wriggling uncomfortable as she felt the legs of the chair split apart a little, drawing her thighs open with a smooth electric hum. She had a sudden sense of helpless foreboding, like the nervous anticipation of the steep ascent at the start of a rollercoaster ride.

“Now, you just relax and try to enjoy it,” Phoebe said as she casually drew the wand up and down Sam’s leg making her skin tingle warmly. “Now then, as we go through the different speeds I want you to tell me how aroused you are on a scale of one to ten where one is your normal state and ten is achieving orgasm. Is that clear?”

“I guess,” Sam said, nodding as she felt Phoebe sliding the vibrator along the smooth skin of her inner thighs.

“So where are you now?”

“Maybe, three,” Sam said, feeling a mild, pleasant buzz of anticipation as Phoebe massaged her inner thighs in slow circles.

“Good, good,” Phoebe murmured, glancing at her slim silver watch and making a note of her pad.

The doctor took her time, moving the buzzing toy in circles over her pale skin, slowly moving higher and Sam couldn’t help sighing contentedly as she felt it brush against the gusset of her panties. She’d put on one of her more playful pairs this morning: plain white cotton dotted with bright red cherries.

“I like your knickers,” Phoebe said, flashing her a friendly grin, as she pressed the button on the toy and it started buzzing a little more loudly.

“Um, thanks,” Sam replied, feeling a little embarrassed, and thinking that she would have put on something a bit more grown-up that morning if she’d known they’d be on view like this.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Oh, um, four,” Sam said, a little breathlessly, the pleasant tingling in her thighs becoming a little stronger.

“Good girl,” Phoebe said, as if she was a teacher praising a gifted student, stroking the vibrating toy up and down the increasingly damp cotton of Sam’s knickers, stimulating her pussy through the thin cotton.

“Oh!” Sam gasped, catching her breath as she felt the head move higher, circling her clit and giving her an intense little burst of pleasure.

“Enjoying that, hmm?” Phoebe said with a sly grin, and Sam felt herself blush.

Sam was aware of her breathing becoming laboured, her body quickly surrendering to the delicious sensations caused by the toy’s intimate buzzing. The doctor studied her as she pleasured her with the vibrator, her fingers guided by Sam’s reactions, lingering when her moans got louder, trying something different on when they subsided. Phoebe wielded the vibrator expertly, gradually bringing Sam’s body to a simmering boil.

“Um, are we going to try a different toy soon?” Sam asked hopefully, as she felt the pressure begin to build, knowing that if Phoebe continued much longer there could only be one inevitable result.

“No, I think we’re doing rather well with this one, don’t you?” Phoebe replied as she pushed her spectacles up over her nose, seemingly unwilling to move until she’d fully explored Sam’s limits.

It seemed unthinkable that she’d experience an orgasm, here in this strange room in front of two women she’d just met and her best friend. It just seemed so wrong, so slutty. Whenever she’d achieved orgasm with a partner in the past, it had generally been after a nice dinner, some foreplay, some kissing, a feeling of emotional connection and she just couldn’t believe that after only a few minutes this doctor with her sex toy had brought her so close. In such a short time, her body had gone from enjoying the pleasant vibrations, to wanting them to continue, to needing them to continue, to becoming desperate for Phoebe to finish what she’d started.

She felt Phoebe press the vibrator against the throbbing bud of her clit forcing another hot gasp from her lips, and she began to feel herself lose control.

“Oh fuck, I think I’d like to stop now,” she managed to gasp, her voice dry and hoarse, once again trying to tug her hands free. She tried moving her hips, trying to escape the relentless vibration that simultaneously scratched the delicious itch between her thighs and yet made her pussy ache for more, but the straps held firm and she was forced to lie there and take it as she was slowly but surely pushed towards the edge of her self-control.

“Oh, I think we’re nearly there. Let’s just complete this test, eh? I don’t think you really want to stop now, do you Sam?” Phoebe said knowingly, her scarlet lips curling into a mischievous smile as she relentlessly pleasured Sam’s helpless body.

“But if you don’t stop I’m going to cum all over your hand,” Sam wanted to reply but instead just closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing.

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