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This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, so please bear with me. There will be more stories about our protagonist and his lovely pet, but this is the first to be written. The series will not necessarily be in chronological order.

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I opened the door and stepped into the quiet house. Hmm, I thought, where is she? It’s Thursday.

After the way the past few Thursdays had played out, I half expected her to be sitting eagerly at the door, leash and collar at the ready. She loved being taken for walks, and for a few weeks, we happened to go on Thursday. Last Thursday, she had met me at the door, already prepared to go on her walk. I just kind of assumed that was the day she had chosen as her walk day.

Impatient girl that she is, I don’t imagine I could come home this late without her noticing. I stepped in and looked around. She wasn’t in sight, so I decided I would surprise her. I put down the bag of goods I had picked up on the way home, and I took off my shoes. She wasn’t in the kitchen or living room. She wasn’t in her kennel, either. That was unusual. Normally if she wasn’t at the door to greet me when I came in, it was because she was taking an afternoon nap on the oversized pillow I had put in the kennel for her.

I checked around the corner. Nope, she wasn’t in the bathroom either. I walked down the hall toward the bedroom. As I came closer, I saw that the door was slightly ajar, and I could hear a faint sound coming from the room beyond.

“Ahhhh… mmmmmm…..”

I crept up and peeked through the crack in the door. She was lying in my bed, wrapped in a blanket, with one arm around my pillow, holding it to her face. I didn’t have to look for her other arm. The erratic rise and fall of her hips told me where her other hand was. Seeing her pleasuring herself using the pillow that smelled like me was incredibly arousing, and I was already semi-hard when I placed my hand over the front of my pants to slowly rub myself.

I watched for another minute or two, teasing myself slowly, until her breathing and movements became more frantic. She was close to cumming, and the soft mews and moans floating to my ears made it hard not to just barge in and fuck her where she lay. Tonight would not be over so soon though. I composed myself, adjusting my now fully hard cock so that it was more comfortable in my restrictive pants. I stood up, fixed my expression, and made a fist. Then I gave the door one solid knock, hard enough that it swung open with a loud bang. I barked angrily, “what do you think you’re doing?!”

She was so startled she almost jumped straight out of bed. I don’t think I’d ever seen her eyes so wide. She nearly fell on her face trying to scamper off of my bed with the blanket still tangled around her body. The expression on her face quickly shifted from shocked terror to a pleasant but forced-looking smile. Did she really think she was going to get away with breaking one of our rules?

“You’re home! I missed you, so I came to take a nap in your bed,” she explained as she came closer.

I eyed her coldly. “Don’t lie to me,” I said sternly, “give me your hand.” She was naked except for her leopard thong, but it seemed to be in its normal place. Perhaps I was mistaken; maybe I had only walked in on an erotic dream. She lifted her left hand, and I slapped it away. I grabbed her by her right wrist and lifted her hand to my face, sucking two fingers in my mouth. Sure enough, I could taste her.

The smile she wore disappeared, and as her fingers touched my lips, her gaze dropped instantly to her feet. She knew she had been caught. Not only had she been caught breaking a rule, but she had lied to me as well. Her punishment would be severe, and she knew it.

I said, “Go to the living room and put your hands on the coffee table. Don’t move until I give you further instruction,” and then I walked back to the front door to pick up the bag I had put down when I came in. As I walked back through the living room, she had gotten into position and was standing there, bent over with her hands on the table. She didn’t dare cast a sideways glance at me as I walked by. Instead, she just continued staring straight down at the ground. I didn’t even have to turn and look as I walked by. I knew she knew better than to move.

I went to the bedroom and emptied the contents of the bag on my bed. A new pair of handcuffs, a few toys, a rope long enough to start experimenting with full body tying, and a cat-o-nine, which I had originally intended to be tonight’s big surprise. Oh well, I thought, she’ll still get to try it, although perhaps she may not enjoy it tonight. I opened our toy chest and put away the new dildos, anal plug, and rope.

I took the new cuffs and the whip and hid them in my pockets before grabbing the pair of cuffs we already owned and walking out of the bedroom. She was still standing, bent at the waist, knees straight, with her palms flat on the table. She didn’t move when she heard me come down the hall, nor did she flinch bursa escort or look around when I stopped at the entrance to the living room and leaned against the wall.

I looked at her and sighed. “What am I going to do with you? I stopped on my way home to pick up a surprise for you, and I come home to find you impatiently trying to cum without me.”

Her face looked like she was feeling sick. Her lower lip trembled, and her eyes were glassy and wet as if she might cry at any moment. I loved how expressive she was. I loved that I could read her so completely, just by looking at her face.

I walked up next to her and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Come over here,” I ordered, pulling her to the narrow end of the coffee table while keeping her in the bent over posture she was in. “Put your hands back on the table.”

She complied, and when I hooked our cuffs onto her wrist, she tried to slide her hands closer together so I might cuff the other. “No. Not this time,” I said, pulling her hand to the corner of the table and then cuffing her to the leg of the table. I pulled out the new cuffs and repeated the process with her other wrist, binding her to both corners.

” You won’t be needing these,” I said, as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her thong. She stepped her feet closer together to allow me to slide the skimpy cloth down her legs, then she shifted her weight obediently as I lifted each foot in turn, taking off her panties. I lifted them to my face and gave the damp fabric a lick before crumpling the garment and tossing it on the table in front of her. She knew I loved her taste, and she knew I would be pleased at how wet she was. I saw her expression change to a more confident one. She thought I would be going easy on her.

“Arch your back,” I said, “I want to look at you.” She complied, tilting her hips forward, lifting her ass and exposing her pussy to me. Her lips were open and glistening, and shiny traces of her juices had already run down to her inner thighs. “Eyes straight ahead.” Again, she obeyed. Her body tensed a little. She knew what was coming next. She thought she knew anyway.

I eased the whip out of my pocket and gripped the handle firmly. “Did you think it would be okay to break our rule?”

“Well you were late and I wa- AAAAAAA!!!” her complaint cut short in a loud shriek, as I struck a blow on her ass with the frayed end of the whip. “OWWWWwwwww!” she yelled, “What the fuck was that?” She started to turn her head to see what I had used.

“I said eyes straight ahead!” I yelled at her, as the whip bit into her creamy flesh again. She screamed again and went stiff, twitching in pain but lifting her head to once again face the far wall. This time, I had drawn welts on her other ass cheek. I swung the whip again, slowly this time, and her body spasmed when it lightly tapped against her red ass. She went stiff again and started whimpering while I dragged the braided leather back and forth over her ass. I grinned.

“I’ll ask again: did you think it would be okay to break our rule? Be honest.”

“Yes, sir. I thought I would get away with it, but I was still going to play with you when you got home, Master. I promise.” Tears were now welling up in her eyes in earnest.

“That’s not why we have the rule, is it, kitten?”

“No, Master.”

“Why do we have the rule, kitten?”

“Because you love watching me cum.”

“And you were going to cum without me.”

Her head drooped a little. She sighed, “I’m sorry, Master,” and she really meant it. I could hear it in her voice. I wasn’t sure whether it was because my reminder had worked, or because she was afraid of my new toy, but that didn’t matter at this point. What mattered was we weren’t through with her punishment.

“Well, you’ve been a bad girl, and the rules say you have to be punished. I’ll pretend that those two just now were part of your punishment and not to keep you in line for disobeying me by taking an attitude and turning your head.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said, before realizing that since I was counting those as the first two, I intended to carry out our standard punishment in spite of the harshness of my implement.

S even spankings. Seven was the number we decided on when we set the rules. Outside of special cases, seven was enough to cause pain without being too brief or too drawn out. We weren’t even halfway through yet, and I watched her expression change again as the realization hit.

“No! Please! Master, I’m so, so sorr- EEEEEEEEEEE!” the last syllable was drawn out by her cry, as the third blow struck straight across, catching both ass cheeks. Her knees bent momentarily before locking straight again, her torso arching and writhing as she fought to control her impulse to protect herself. She knew if she tried to avoid a blow that it would be bad for her.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, “please… I’m so sorry.”

“Do you think this feels good for me? I come home and find you playing çanakkale escort without me. I have no way of knowing if you do this all the time,” I said. “I’m supposed to be able to trust you. If you don’t like the rules, you know you’re always free to talk to me about it, but when you impulsively break rules like this, you WILL be punished.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, finally resigning herself. “I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl.”

With that, she lifted her chin, parted her feet, and arched her back again, offering herself to me. I took my time on the fourth and fifth. Each stroke landed on the underside of an ass cheek, right at the top of the thigh. I probably didn’t go as hard as I should have, but I held back some because the last two were going to be the worst.

Having played with the whip some in the store, and now after its first real test, I was getting a feel for it. The next two blows came back to back quickly, and with some finesse. They weren’t just wild swings; they were precise lashes, each snapped against the inside of one of her thighs. Two quick flicks of my wrist, and she collapsed. Her knees clamped shut on their own, trapping her stinging red thighs against each other. She sunk to the floor, her chest falling onto the coffee table, her arms dangling over each side as the cuffs slid down the table legs to the floor.

” Good girl,” I said, “you handled our new toy well. Hopefully, next time it comes out will be under more pleasant circumstances.” She didn’t respond. “That will be all for our spankings today, I hope. I suppose the usual seven is enough punishment for playing without me.”

With that, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. When I came back from the kitchen, she was still lying halfway on the table, whimpering and twitching a little with a blank look on her face, trying to comprehend the implications of our new toy. She didn’t look up at me as I approached. I drank half of the water and then lowered the glass to her lips, offering her a drink. She accepted, and then when she was done drinking, I finished the glass before returning it to the sink.

I came back and unlocked the cuffs from the table, then directed her to climb forward, lying so her chest and stomach were on the table, and her hips were at the edge with her legs hanging over. Her knees just barely reached the floor in this position.

I took the cuffs and reapplied them to the far legs of the table. In this position, her arms were stretched forward. She went ahead and took hold of the table legs to reduce the pressure the cuffs were exerting on her wrists.

I knelt beside her hips and ran my hand over her ass. There were still red lines all over her from the spankings, and her skin was hot to the touch. I rubbed and caressed, slowly covering the entire area with soft touches. She turned her head to the side and laid it down on the table, closing her eyes with a dreamy look on her face.

I broke the silence. “Did you cum when I spanked you? The way your body reacted, I couldn’t tell if you were shaking from pain or pleasure.”

“No, sir, I didn’t cum yet.” Her voice was a soft purr as my hands played over her pink skin.

“Not at all today?”

“Not since we played this morning, Master. I prom mmmmise.” The “mmm” was long and sensual, almost a moan, as my fingers brushed against the lips of her pussy. She was absolutely soaked.

“You’re all wet, kitten,” I said, as I showed her the shiny coating on my fingers. She opened her eyes and looked, then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I let her suck on one of them, but then I took the other and licked it clean myself. With her eyes still on me, I stood and turned to the side. She purred happily when she saw the tent in my pants, standing out against my profile.

“Is that next, Master?” she asked, eyeing my bulge.

“Yes, kitten,” I said, and then I disrobed while she looked on. Once I was naked, I knelt behind her, straddling her still clamped together legs.

“Mmmm,” she purred and closed her eyes again, wiggling her hips seductively. The cleft between her pressed together thighs trailed up from her knees and then parted just before her ass. Her pussy was just barely peeking out. I could already smell her scent, and I was harder than I had been in weeks. When I put my hands on her ass, she tilted it upward, arching her back and pushing her pussy out at me. I looked down and aimed the head of my cock at her slit.

“Ohhh fuck, baby, you are absolutely drenched,” I moaned, as the head slipped between her lips and pressed against her opening. We moaned in unison as I thrust forward. As wet as she was, I easily buried myself deep inside her with just one smooth push.

When our hips met, I froze momentarily. She did a little grinding motion with her hips, and then we both cut loose. I started fucking her like I hadn’t cum in weeks, and she was using what little range of motion she had to meet my thrusts with her own. rize escort We were grunting and moaning, and we both twitched a little every time my balls slapped against her clit.

I had a firm hold on her hips, and I was pulling her against me while I mercilessly rammed her from behind. In spite of her soreness, or perhaps thanks to it, she was actually showing signs of nearing an orgasm. I slowed down and gave her a few long strokes, making sure she felt every inch. She groaned in frustration at her denied orgasm. Each thrust, as I would pull back, her muscles would clamp down around my cock. It was as if her body was begging me to stay inside her. I would pull back until just the head was inside, and then I would slowly fill her again, delighting in her sighs of joy on each thrust.

After a minute or two of this, I felt that familiar twinge that told me I was nearing the point of no return. I pushed in deep and stopped moving after my hips met her ass. She figured out that I was trying to hold on and started squeezing her muscles around my cock, trying to milk an orgasm out of me. I was too close to the edge to risk pulling out. The friction would surely have been the last push I needed, so I stayed inside, struggling to retain control while she frantically tried to make me lose it.

After regaining my composure, I slowly removed myself from her warm insides, grinning as she grumbled over my absence and her sudden feeling of having an empty pussy again. I moved to the side and lifted her knees, then pushed, so that she slid forward on the coffee table until her face was at the far end. I moved around to the other end and knelt again, this time with my hard cock swinging heavily in front of her face.

She gobbled me down, eagerly cleaning her juices from my now painfully hard shaft. Without pulling out of her mouth, I reached over and grabbed my pants, fishing the key out of a pocket so I could uncuff her wrists. As soon as she was free, she flipped over on her back, offering me her throat.

I cupped my hands under her head, supporting it and protecting it from the hard edge of the table, while I started fucking her mouth and throat. Her hands were on her chest and pussy, massaging her breasts and rubbing her clit, while she noisily slurped and moaned on my cock. Just as her pussy had done, her mouth would clamp down on me, sucking harder as I withdrew, to try to keep me inside. I was impressed with how much pressure she could exert while still covering her teeth. She was very careful not to nick me with a tooth, and I appreciated her gentleness.

I took one hand and fondled her breasts, then slid it down further to rub her tummy. She purred around my shaft, and once again, I saw those telltale signs that she was approaching an orgasm. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, lifting her wet fingers to my hungry mouth. She grumbled angrily at me, which felt amazing with my cock pressed deep into her mouth. She tried to lower her other hand so she could have her satisfaction. I had to let go of her head to catch her wrist, and she was now writhing and squirming on the table, squeezing her thighs together, trying desperately to cum before her orgasm slipped away. It was too late though. For the third time today I had interrupted her right at the brink of release.

Her wrists still trapped in my hands, she rolled off the table and growled at me, then crawled forward forcefully, tackling me to the floor. Her mouth angrily sucked in the head of my cock, and she buried her face against me. I could feel her trying to swallow the head, and every time she came up for air, her lips stayed circled around the tip while her tongue did that magical dance on the underside that she knew got me off the fastest.

After my surprise wore, I quickly regained control by grabbing her face in both hands and prying her away from me. I pulled out of her mouth, which struggled to trap me, but eventually lost contact with a loud slurp. I stood up and chuckled.

“FUCK YOU!” she screamed, with rage in her eyes. She had finally caught on that I wasn’t going to let her cum, nor was I going to give her the satisfaction of making me cum. She pounded a fist on the floor. “Why the fuck won’t you let me finish?!”

“This is more punishment, dear.”

“You said the spankings were enough!”

“Yes, I did. I said the spankings were enough punishment for playing without me. This is your punishment for lying to me.”

“What?”

“You didn’t just play without me. You lied to me. You tried to tell me you were taking a nap while you waited for me, but we both know that wasn’t true.”

Her expression froze. She knew I was right. I could tell she wanted to protest further, but she knew I wouldn’t change my mind if I was right. This kind of deprivation was a new punishment though, and I’m sure she would have traded it for spankings, if she was feeling brave enough to face the whip again. Her skin still remembered the sting of the leather though, and instead of arguing she just looked at me with contempt and a clenched jaw.

I looked over at the table. “Now, I see some wet spots on the coffee table, and I’m sure you made a little mess on the carpet when you were at the other end of the table earlier. Go to the kitchen and get a moist cloth to clean up after yourself. Don’t bother wiping yourself down. We’re about to take a shower.”

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I am so pleased with the last year I feel compelled to write about it and let everyone know what has developed in my life. The first view belongs to me and it’s how I remember the events taking place. I have asked my dominant and partner to write her reflections on our past and that is the second view.

I have been in the same neighborhood for decades and there is only one neighbor that I have had any meaningful interaction with. I always had the idea that if the situation presented itself a relationship could be possible. She is in her early sixties and I in my early seventies. Due to the internet my views on sexuality and relationships have changed from traditional to liberal or a better description would be kinky.

Last fall I checked my mail and then drove to the end of the street to turn around and noticed she was planting flowers. I stopped and told her she needed a gardener to do that work. Her reply was that was so true and she needed someone to do more than planting flowers. She smiled and invited me in for a drink.

We stood in the kitchen and as she poured Old Charter she opened up. She had a tub shower that would not work, a backyard that was full of dead branches, and a deck that needed painting, that and regular housecleaning that she absolutely hated to do. I agreed that she had a lot of work and I was in the same situation. She smiled as she told me I should just work at my house some and then come over and work for her. We both laughed over that and then she added, what she really needed was a slave to do as she commanded. That comment hung in the air like it demanded a comment but I just stood there. She must have sensed something. I will never be sure what, but that was the beginning of our special relationship.

A few drinks later with Old Charter churning thru my veins we kissed. My response was to push my tongue deep into her mouth but she pushed me away. Her comment was that it had been years since she had felt that. I wanted more but she kept her hands on my chest pushing me away. It was not a rejection but more of a feeling of slowing down.

I wanted to get more intimate, she wanted to talk. She began asking questions like, did I always get so excited so easily and what I liked and what fantasies I had. I really did not know what to say so I told her what I assumed to be the truth. She was different to me than other women and that I liked almost everything. I sensed she was expecting more and then she asked me if I liked to kiss. I replied that I did. Then the next question was how did I like them.

Now I stuttered as I said all kinds of ways. I was nervous, she was smiling but seemed puzzled at my generic answers. She placed her hand on my chest over my heart and then kissed me. A light kiss, no tongue, and brief. bayburt escort She pulled back, looked at me for a half minute and then kissed again with full contact, wet as could be, her tongue probing my mouth and as she withdrew a brief but sharp bite on my lower lip She laughed as she told me that my heart rate jumped on the second kiss. She then knew I loved kissing deep, lots of tongue and plenty of saliva.

I had felt so much in charge, so confident with her and now I felt that I had no control, no place for me and my desires to hide and that she was leading and all if could do was to follow. She refreshed our drinks and returned next to me as before. We talked but not serious topics. She asked about my fantasies. I stumbled again and she put her hand on my wrist and asked me if I could open up to her. She asked if I were normally a dominate male and after a few seconds she asked if I were more submissive.

I stated to speak and with a big smile she told me she suspected I might be submissive. I did not know how to respond but she made it easy for me. I was told she wanted me submissive. My pulse rate had already given her my answer.

Her questions hitting so close to my true feelings, the booze, and her warm sensual being left me in a mood where I knew I could not fool her in any way. She knew almost everything about me without me telling her anything else.

She cuddled next to me and whispered that she loved what she was finding out about me and she wanted to know everything or else she would have to spank me to get the truth.

I started babbling. I just told her everything. I told her about my submissive feelings, the need to be controlled by a dominant female and for that female to lead in all things sexual. I told her how I loved and craved giving oral without any return demanded. She asked if I could be content giving oral and being denied regular intercourse on a routine basis. My answer was yes. She asked if I had ever been fucked—the use of that word put me into orbit—by a female. I told her no but I wanted that experience. She asked about me on the receiving end of moderate pain by spanking or whips and again I told her I wanted that.

While I was being interrogated she kept looking into my eyes and rubbing my wrists and chest as if to keep appraised of how my heart was responding. She wanted to know if I would completely give myself to her. Before I answered she kissed me deep, her salvia dripping from her probing tongue and her hand roaming on my chest and pinching my nipples. I tried to answer but she kept my mouth closed. When she did pull away I whispered yes, yes yes.

In one swift motion, she pulled her sweat pants down along with her panties. She put her bartın escort hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. My ears were grabbed and my head pulled to her sex. The only words spoken were for me to please. Her sex had a tart taste but I did not hesitate. I loved every minute of it. She finally shuttered and pushed me away.

I looked up at her and she went to the sofa and sat down. She forced me to lay on the sofa and she pulled my pants and shorts down. I was told not to move my hands or talk. She cradled my stiff cock and pumped me until I squirted. My seed erupted several feet in the air and fell back to my body. She slowed the pumping and just held me. A trip to her bath and she returned with a warm towel and cleaned me. I relaxed and my limp member fell over on my stomach.

She smiled and stared into my eyes. I know I felt very warm towards her and I think she felt the same towards me. She began to talk. She asked if I enjoyed and while holding my limp and soft manhood. She commented I must have been pleased. We made small talk and all the time she was holding my cock in a soft unassuming manner.

She asked me if I was serious about the fantasy of giving myself to her and letting her direct me in helping her. I paused in answering and she then told me I would be her slave and she would be my master. She would enable my kink fantasies, which she would most certainly enjoy, and I would help her with odd jobs, housework, and anything she desired. This excited me and as I started to grow she laughed as she said my body was answering for me. I went from soft and limp to at least half hard.

I was told that for her to be content she would have to lead in the bedroom and I must submit to her fantasies, which could be as kinky as mine. I knew she wanted to lead as much as I wanted to follow. I was fully hard when she finished and I told her I wanted everything she wanted.

Our lives continued as before, almost. Outwardly we appeared to be just good friends. At some dinner dates she would order for me and when finished pay the bill. At other times I would order for myself and then pay for the meal. At times we went to socials with her family or friends with no one having any idea of our special commitments to each other. She did call me on a regular basis and tell me I was needed and to come when it was convenient and to let her know before I left for her house. These meetings were very special.

I would always walk to her door and it would be open. I would step in and there was always a note with my instructions on the table by the door. If playtime were to continue after my assignments I was told to strip and always be fully naked when in her presence. I cleaned, did ığdır escort all kinds of light housework and always felt very stimulated knowing I was not only wanted but was pleasing her. I think mentally I was thinking about earning the sexual releases that I craved.

Most often when I finished she would be in her bedroom, laying on her back, knees drawn up, and I knew to bury my face between her legs.

Often but not always after I serviced her she would lay me on my back and stroke me until I reached my orgasm. Afterwards, I would be totally spent and she would ask me about future ways we would play. We both had suggestions and my arousal always told her what I really wanted. It seemed like I had no real control. Playtimes began to get much more involved.

Her View

I had known for some time that my manly neighbor was as interested in me as I was interested in him, but our situations prevented that. Nothing ever stays the same and situations change. In my past I had experimented with the kinkier side of relationships and at one time I described myself as dominant with sadist feelings and a host of other desires that were finally pushed into the more secret part of my life.

I had recently begun to think of my available neighbor as someone more than just an acquaintance and more of a special companion. On looking back at subtle hints of how he would react in some situations I began to realize that he might offer some pleasing qualities for my secret past. Outwardly he gave the impression he was always in charge, he had always supervised many in his work life, and certainly did not seem mousy or inclined towards anything even remotely kinky. I still had the occasional thought that I should probe and investigate any submissive feelings.

One spring day I invited him for a drink and with more than a little alcohol I found much more than I expected. It took a lot for him to open up and I only found out about his inner feelings by feeling his heart rate jump upwards when I remotely suggested arrangements that were interesting to me.

I began to feel very sure that he was submissive and maybe a lot submissive and that I could mold him into anything I wanted. This fascinated me. On that spring day our relationship changed. He wanted what I wanted but in reverse. He wanted me to demand his sexual submissiveness and I wanted to exercise my dominant sexual nature. I think in some ways he wanted male and female role reversal. Our arrangement was that he pleased me by eliminating most of my household chores and I pleased him by keeping his sexual needs totally in check. Socially and sexually it was a good relationship. .

The beautiful thing was that there was no pressure and no time limits. Our lives continued as before but our playtimes became more intensive. I really knew all about him, even desires he held that he never expressed. I decided to go slowly and develop him into exactly what I wanted. He had no idea that his needs would be fully met as mine were as well. At one point I told my close friend Alice, that I owned him and that he would do eagerly whatever I wanted.

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Mistress Jen needed a break. She had been working non-stop for over two hours. With an ear to ear grin on her face, she took a few steps back away from Mr. Johnson. Mistress Jen just stood there mesmerized at the sight of Mr. Johnson. Mistress Jen had finally accomplished something she had been trying to do ever since she learned of this rarely practice sexual technique almost two years ago.

Mr. Johnson was tied to the wheel rack in Mistress Jen’s dungeon. While tied to the wheel rack, Mistress Jen had been relentlessly working Mr. Johnson’s cock. The wheel rack is a wooden structure that sort of looks like one half of a small Ferris wheel. The radius of this wooden semi-circle is only about four feet high as measured from the floor of Mistress Jen’s dungeon to the top of the arch. Mistress Jen uses the wheel rack to tie her slaves to when she’s playing with them.

The wheel rack is also about four feet wide and Mr. Johnson is naked and securely tied to it. Mr. Johnson is lying on his back and his whole body is arched backward around the outside circumference of the wheel rack. His hips are at the twelve o’clock position on the wheel rack. Mr. Johnson’s raging hard-on is pointed straight up toward the ceiling.

The yellow flickering light from the burning candles projected an eerie shadowy silhouette of the wheel rack and Mr. Johnson’s extending cock against the dingy grey wall. “Yes, such a beautiful sight to behold,” Mistress Jen thought to herself.

Mr. Johnson has been a regular client of Mistress Jen for over a year now and schedules a dungeon appointment with her about once a month. Mr. Johnson’s particular fetish is that he likes to be teased unmercifully. Brought to the brink of orgasm over and over again during his sessions only to have each session end without any orgasm at all.

So when Mr. Johnson arrived for his appointment on this day, Mistress Jen decided she would once again have her way with Mr. Johnson on the wheel rack. It’s probably her most favorite restraining device in her dungeon. It puts her subjects in such a vulnerable state. Mentally, as well as physically.

A ball gag was put in place over Mr. Johnson’s mouth. Noise cancelling earphones placed over Mr. Johnson’s ears and a kırklareli escort black hood placed over his head. Mr. Johnson was unable to see, hear or even speak. Now firmly secured to the rack, Mistress Jen began.

Mistress Jen lubed up the already excited cock before her. “Mr. Johnson actually has a beautiful cock,” Mistress Jen thought to herself. Mr. Johnson’s cock is quite large, straight and adorned with a couple of wicked veins running in zigzag patterns along the shaft. Like frightening bolts of lightning. Mistress Jen’s long and blood red fingernails glistened with lube and looked so sexy yet somehow so menacing too as they moved up and down and all around Mr. Johnson’s cock.

Mistress Jen manipulates the cock excruciatingly slow and methodically until Mr. Johnson is about to cum and then…Mistress Jen lets go. The cock twitches and spasms about. Once the cock calms down, Mistress Jen starts again. For over two long hours this is repeated over and over again. Over and over again Mr. Johnson almost cums and each time Mistress Jen brings Mr. Johnson’s cock closer to that fine line that separates the edge of orgasm and the orgasm.

Mistress Jen begins to jerk on Mr. Johnson’s cock one last time. Once again, Mr. Johnson gets closer and closer to cuming. The closer Mr. Johnson gets to the brink of his orgasm, Mistress Jen reduces her stimulation of Mr. Johnson’s cock bringing him closer and closer inch by inch. Just when Mr. Johnson thought he couldn’t get any closer without cuming, Mistress Jen somehow manages to get him even closer without cuming yet. So close to orgasm that Mr. Johnson starts straining against his bonds so tight as if he were cuming. So close to orgasm that Mistress Jen is down to just ever so gently rubbing the underside of her finger right on the sweet spot located at underside of Mr. Johnson’s cock.

Closer, closer, closer then it happens! Mr. Johnson has been brought so very close to orgasm so many times that on this last assault on his overheated cock, it indeed has happened. In Mr. Johnson’s delirium, he cannot distinguish if he is about to cum or if he is cuming. Mr. Johnson has entered into the little known state of heightened afyon escort sexual arousal called reaching “Irresolution.”

You see, Mistress Jen had learned that the threshold between the edge of orgasm and orgasm actually consists of two thresholds. Two boundary lines if you will. Between these two lines is where the zone of Irresolution lies. Most people quickly pass through this zone on their approach to orgasm without even noticing. But if you know its there and you focus intently on passing the first line and stopping all sexual stimulation before you reach the next line, you will enter into the Irresolution zone and remain there until additional stimulation is once again applied.

Mistress Jen had expertly taken Mr. Johnson’s cock so very close to the edge of cuming that the cock actually passed the point of no return but by only the smallest of margins. Mistress Jen had precisely stopped all manipulation of the cock at just the exact perfect time. Mistress Jen hit that magical timing mark that prevents the cock’s ability to explode into the orgasm.

Instead, Mr. Johnson had been teased to the exact point where the subject gets trapped in a state of arousal somewhere between just past the brink of orgasm and the actual point where the orgasm begins. At this spot in the physical and mental state of human arousal, the subject is bouncing back and forth within an extremely narrow range that exists between cuming and not cuming thus, reaching Irresolution.

A subject in this state cannot reach orgasm without any additional stimulation. Nor can the subject fall back from the edge of orgasm and return to simply an aroused state. Its as if all life stops at this instant in time just a fraction of a second before that sweet release of orgasm occurs. It’s like cuming in extreme slow motion.

Is this bliss or is this torture? Only the subject can know or decide. Of course, that’s if the subject can even recall upon the eventual return to reality.

Every few minutes, as Mr. Johnson remains suspended within this fantastical yet weird orgasmic state, a fresh bead of semen slowly travels up the throbbing bouncing cock and emerges onto the head. No, it’s not amasya escort precum. It’s actual cum. This bead of cum is just one of many more to come as this slow motion spurt represents a seemingly infinitely long and drawn out orgasm. Mr. Johnson’s cock is so hard and it has been so hard for so long that it feels as if it is going to burst.

Mistress Jen pulls up a stool, sits next to Mr. Johnson’s cock, lights up a cigarette and stares intently. “How long shall I continue this?” Mistress Jen laughs to herself. “I should return Mr. Johnson’s fee for today,” she thought. Mistress Jen would have paid to witness such a momentous event.

Mr. Johnson’s body is perpetually strained against his bonds now. His heart rate is extremely elevated. Another drop of cum manages to work its way up the steely hard shaft of Mr. Johnson’s cock and gradually oozes out the tip. Mistress Jen watches with evil excitement as the pearly white droplet of sweet cum teeters there on the tip of a straining purplish mushroom shaped head. This little jewel of cum sparkles in the dim light and hovers there at the very tip for just a moment until…the bead fails under its own weight and slowly drips down the underside of Mr. Johnson’s cock.

Mistress Jen, if she wanted to, could simply bend over, place her lips near the base of the cock and gently blow on it putting an end to this whole ordeal. The almost insignificant amount of friction caused by such a slight movement of air flowing past the overheated cock would most probably send Mr. Johnson immediately over the edge and into a heretofore orgasm like no other he has ever experienced. Instead, Mistress Jen is very excited and decides to sit and wait until the next drop of cum emerges.

Mistress Jen is so excited she begins something that she normally doesn’t do while slaves are present in the dungeon. Mistress Jen slouches down in her chair and begins to massage her own swollen clit. Mistress Jen is so excited that she cums before the next drop of cum emerges on the tip of Mr. Johnson’s cock. So Mistress Jen keeps masturbating and cums again.

“How ironic,” Jen thought. Two people right next to each other in the same room. One, unable to cum right next to another who can’t stop.

Maybe I should wait? Wait until however long it takes for this cock to slowly drain itself dry. Wait here patiently until not even a single solitary drop of cum remains inside this body. No matter how many hours it takes.

What will happen to poor Mr. Johnson? What will Mistress Jen decide to do with poor Mr. Johnson?

Anyone care to be next?

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The sun was just starting to disappear into the horizon, the sky turning a brilliant hue of pinks, purple’s and red’s. It was the first rest stop in over 45 minutes and Janis had to go, she’d been holding it since she passed the last rest stop.

Pulling off the interstate, she passed the rows of tractor trailers, then the campers, then finally the cars parked in front of the squat, brick building. Luckily there was a place to park right in front, and she turned into it. The engine had barely stopped when she was out of the door and hurrying to the rest room. With all the vehicles parked out front, she prayed to herself that there would be a stall free. She had to go, and she had to go bad.

Almost bursting through the rest room doors, she smiled to herself when she saw all the stalls were empty, and hurried to the second stall. Usually she would have wiped off the seat but this time she couldn’t wait. She was unbuckling her belt with one hand as she closed the door with her other. The rest room had a clean, bleachy smell, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. As soon as her jeans were down to her thighs, she squatted six inch’s above the seat and let her bladder go. She let her head hang down on to her chest as the relief flooded through her. It took a full two minutes for her to relieve herself and she was almost panting from the empty feeling.

Standing up, Janis grabbed some paper and wiped herself. She winced from the pain from that simple act. Her pussy was going to be sore for a couple of day’s, Kevin had seen to that. Throwing the paper into the toilet, she flushed before pulling up her jeans.

Her hips were still a little tight from being tied spread eagle for so long last night, but she knew that would go away long before the bruises on her inner thighs. She would savor those bruises for as long as they marked her skin, they would remind her of how much Kevin loved her.

Her eye’s started tearing up as she went over to the sink and began washing her hands. Kevin would just about be getting home and she wondered if He would even know she was gone. Probably not, she told herself as she splashed some cold water on her face. He’d probably just be angry that He had to get His own beer. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, that was His problem, not hers, she told herself. If He liked that fucking computer more then her, then He could have it!

She should have just thrown it out in the front yard just like she promised Him. Then He would have paid her more attention. The area between her legs began to get warm. He would have blistered her butt, she thought with a warm smile as she pulled some paper towels from the dispenser and wiped her hands and patted her face dry.

Walking out of the ladies room, she felt her eye’s tearing up again, for the thousandth time since she left Kevin. No matter what He said, those files she found on the computer told her He was looking for a new slave, and they were all younger women! She’d given Him four years of service, didn’t they count for anything, she wondered.

When they first met, Bondage and Discipline was just a fantasy, D/s just a life style she craved. She knew she was hard to train, but she did her best. She was pretty proud that when He first tied her to the bed and caned her she couldn’t last more then ten minutes before she used her safe word, and now she was able to last a whole session, four or five hours.

She just knew she pleased Master. The way He held her after a session, kissing her lip’s tenderly while He soothed her welts and red splotched skin. He wouldn’t have massaged her shoulders and hips after a prolonged session where she was tied spread eagle for hours. No, he wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t please Him.

She did everything He asked, from kneeling beside his easy chair, naked, while He watched TV. To sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed when He was angry with her. She’d only had to do that twice, and they were the two most miserable nights of her life. Not the discomfort of having to sleep on the floor, that wasn’t very pleasant, but it was the thought that she had displeased Master. That hurt more then anything.

She remembered the first time it happened. She had accidentally spilled coffee on some papers He had brought home from work. He ranted and raved about two weeks worth of work destroyed, and she had to go open her big mouth saying He shouldn’t have brought work home. Work was for the office.

He tied her to the beam in the spare bedroom and caned her until her lower back and thighs were crisscrossed with welts. The space between her legs started getting mushy just thinking about it. When He finished punishing her, He let her down from her bonds and just stood there glaring at her as she cried and begged forgiveness.

“Not tonight, pet. You’ve disgraced yourself and dishonored me. You’ll sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed tonight and think about what you’ve done.” He said standing over her. The memory kastamonu escort of how big and powerful He looked with His fists resting on His hips brought more moisture between her legs. God, how she loved that man!

The next morning He woke up with His usual hard on, and while she laid shivering on the floor, He yanked her up by the hair and masturbated into her mouth. He made her kneel there with His cum puddled on her tongue, her mouth open to show she hadn’t swallowed it, while He wiped his cock all over her face to dry himself off. Then He went off to take a shower, telling her if she spilled even a drop while He was gone, she would be sleeping on the floor for the rest of the week.

He took his time showering while she knelt there with her mouth open and His precious fluid getting cold on her tongue. But she didn’t spill a drop. When He finished showering, He came back into the bedroom and checked on her. He didn’t say a word until He was finished dressing, then He stood up and walked over to her. Seeing His cum still on her tongue pleased Him and he smiled.

“Okay, pet. You may swallow.”

At the time she thought it was one of the foulest thing she ever tasted. Cold cum doesn’t taste anything like it does when it comes straight from the source, she didn’t know if it was because of the air hitting it, or what, but it had a strong bleachy and salty taste that filled her head.

She smiled as she climbed back into her car. It was amazing how now she loved anything that came from His body. He wasn’t into shit play, which she thanked God for, but anything else was okay in His mind, and which she agreed.

She started her car and pulled out of the parking space. She remembered how revolted she was when He first peed on her, but even she had to agree how erotic it was having Him stand over her in the bathtub, then watching the piss slit open up and that pale yellow stream being directed all over her tit’s and pussy. She came from just that small amount of pressure on her clit.

He didn’t have her drink it that first time, that was the kind of, kind, considerate Master He was. He let her get used to it running over her face and body a few times before He showed her that there was nothing wrong with drinking pee once in a while. Doctors said piss was cleaner then what was in your mouth at any given time.

She pulled back out onto the interstate and remembered that first time. He made her kneel in the tub and gently held her chin.

“Pet, today your going to taste my pee for the first time. I hope you grow to love it.” He said.

All she could say was, “Yes, Master.” She didn’t want to tell Him that the sheer wickedness of having Him pee on her, made her want to taste it, which she did, licking off a few drops when He wasn’t looking. She had to admit it didn’t taste that bad, at least not as bad as cold cum.

“Open up, pet.” He said as His stream hit her face. She did and was rewarded with a mouth full of piss which ran out of her mouth and down her chest. When He was finished, He shook himself off and told her to swallow, which she obediently did. And she was surprised it really didn’t taste that bad.

She shifted the gears smoothly as she got up to speed. Her pussy was now wet from her thoughts. She even got to the point that she liked His piss, she thought. It seemed as if she couldn’t wait for Him to drink a few beer’s and while relaxing in His easy chair, just pull out His perfect cock and tell her to open up. She drank it down easily although a few drops would escape from the corners of her mouth. It didn’t happen that often, Him peeing in her mouth, but she looked forward to it when it did.

Damn, she thought, she was a good slave! Why would He be going on line to find another slut! She was a damn good whore for Him, He even said it a few times Himself. She smiled and blushed as she passed a tractor trailer. Four years ago she couldn’t even imagine calling herself a slut and whore. But with Masters training, she now saw that that was what she was, at least for Him. Her love for Him had grown so much that there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for Him. And He knew it!

He was the Master, and she was the lowly slave. Just the way it was supposed to be, she thought. She remembered when He first fucked her in the ass. She would never allow any guy next to that hole, but when Master explained that she was His to do with as He pleased, that all of her holes were to be used only for His pleasure, she couldn’t help but agree. She was His, anything and everything He wanted to do to her had to be acceptable as far as she could see, and she obediently turned over and offered Him her back virginity.

Even though He spent a lot of time getting her ready, using a lot of lube in and around her ass, fingering her with one, two, then three fingers, the pain she felt was excruciating. It felt as if He’d stuck a log in her when He first pushed His cock head kayseri escort in. She remembered that she screamed so loud that He had to gag her. It wasn’t so bad after that first penetration, her anal canal stretched enough to make it somewhat enjoyable. Well, it was enjoyable just because of the position she was in. It was embarrassing and humiliating to be laying ass up in bed with Master seeing her most private hole.

But He liked it when she was embarrassed and humiliated. She wouldn’t admit it to Him, but she secretly craved that kind of embarrassment. She absolutely loved being humiliated by Him. In bed afterwards, He always brought her to such exquisite and prolonged orgasms that her ovary’s would cramp. She didn’t know how He did it, but He always made her cum like a machine gun.

Looking down at the speedometer, she saw the Jaguar was doing 110 and she slowed it down to 80. There was no need for her to get a ticket just because Master was looking for another women. He could look all He wanted to, but deep down in her heart she knew He’d never find a better partner. His long, thick cock was just made for all of her holes, her mouth, her ass and her pussy.

The next exit ramp was coming up, and she smoothly down shifted to fourth gear. She watched the rpm’s almost red line as the car slowed to sixty. She easily glided off the interstate. She wasn’t going to just run away from Him. She was going to stand and fight for her Master.

Janis turned onto the overpass doing 40, shifting gears and letting the engine slow her down as she turned back onto the ramp going home to Master. She’d never been the type to turn tail and run without a fight. And Master was worth a fight. He protected her and cared for her, just like He said he would.

She shot out onto the interstate in third gear, the engine screaming at 5500 rpm’s before she clicked the Jaguar into fourth gear. She was up to 90 within a few seconds and slipped it into fifth gear and settled back for the ride home.

It was going to be humiliating coming home after leaving that note, but right then she didn’t care. It was going to be a different kind of humiliation then she was used to, but what did it matter. She would do whatever it took to get Master back.

She thought back to the first time He humiliated her in public. They’d gone out to dinner with another Dom friend of Master’s, a guy named John. Master had told her to dress in her shortest skirt with no panties that night, and she was a little apprehensive. They’d never played their little games out in public before and the thought that John would be a witness to them left her a little breathless. . . and excited.

Master had been the perfect host all through Dinner, His class and sophistication had made her proud. John, on the other hand, had been crass and boorish. He ogled her all through dinner, turning any conversation they were having into sex talk, dirty sex talk, the kind that Janis felt uncomfortable with out in public. But Master, being the Master, quickly turned the conversation back to safe ground effortlessly. By the end of dinner, she could tell that even Master was becoming bored with John. He was short and curt when answering Johns questions and comment’s, and when dessert was finally served, He turned directly to John as soon as the waiter had gone.

He was quiet for a long few seconds staring right at him and Janis noticed with satisfaction that Master’s look made John squirm. Then out of nowhere He said, “Pet, raise your skirt and show John my pussy.” Never taking His eye’s off of him.

She remembered how shocked she was. She felt herself blushing furiously as she looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking. No one was, except John. Carefully, she raised the hem and flashed him her freshly shaved pussy, then quickly covered up. Master hadn’t even looked at her, He was still staring at John with a grim look on his face. She felt herself still blushing and looked down at her lap. John was wide eyed and smiling.

“Pet, pull your skirt up and spread your legs. I’d like everybody to see what a good whore I have.” He said, still staring at John. There was no humor in His voice and she wondered what was happening as she did as she was told. The thought that anybody could see her if they looked was humiliating, but nobody looked in their direction except John. He was almost drooling.

“Yeah, you slut. Now play with yourself.” John whispered horsely.

Before she could even turn her head to look at Master, He reached across the table and grabbed John by the collar, almost yanking him across the table so they were face to face. “Please cover yourself, pet.” He said into Johns face. Everybody in the restaurant turned to look at Master, which gave her the time to cover herself.

“Don’t you ever talk to my women like that again.” He whispered so softly that she had a hard time hearing it. By that time, a few of the staff kıbrıs escort were rushing over, and He just pushed John back into his seat. John looked a little dazed, while Master was glaring at him. Janis couldn’t ever remember him looking so angry. Master reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. He dropped two, hundred dollar bills onto the table just as the restaurant staff surrounded the table. He gently pulled her to her feet and led her out of the restaurant with out a word to anybody.

When they got to the car He turned her towards Him. “When I tell you to show my pussy, I don’t want you to look around before doing it. Do you understand me?” He asked, still angry about the confrontation with John.

She nodded her head and looked at the ground like a good whore.

“Good. Now take that damn skirt off!” He ordered as he unlocked the door. Master brought her to two good orgasms on the way home, but of course she had to pay for them when they got home. She remembered being sore for a week after that.

That memory made her spread her legs and run a finger between her spread thighs. That’s why he was the Master, she thought. She was interrupted by the shrill ring of the phone on the dashboard. Her hand shook when she saw it was Master and she swallowed before answering it.

“Hello.”

“We have to talk, pet.” Masters voice was cool, calm and collected. The sound made her pussy itch.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Where are you?”

“On the interstate heading home, Sir.”

“Very good. I should tell you the tone of this letter,” She heard the paper rattle through the phone, “is very disturbing.”

“Yes, Sir. I didn’t mean for it to be.” She lied.

“Do you think I am yours?” He asked in His soft voice that had a tinge of anger in it.

She thought for a second and thought, what the hell. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and then Master laughed. “We’ll discuss this when you get home. But I’m afraid you won’t like the consequences should you decide to stay.”

“Yes, Master. I’ve already decided to stay if you’ll have this miserable whore back.”

“We’ll discuss this when you get home.” The phone went dead in her hand.

She replaced the handset back in the cradle before putting both hands on the steering wheel and winding the Jaguar up to a hundred and ten.

What was she thinking when she wrote that note, she wondered. Her and Master were soul mates. It was unthinkable that the two of them should be apart. At times she needed His lash as much as she needed to breath, and Master would know it. Just as she knew when Master needed to let off some steam with her.

Her pussy itched as she raced home. The soreness in her joints were forgotten. As was her bruised thighs and pussy. Their session last night lasted for two and a half hours, not a marathon for the two of them by any stretch of the imagination, but it was very satisfying. She wasn’t so sure about tonight, though.

Master could be cruel when he was angry.

The drive home took half the time. She pushed the Jaguar almost to it’s limits. Twice she looked down at the speedometer and found she was doing a hundred and thirty, and she still had plenty of gas pedal. The tachometer sat at 3500 rpms, red line was 6500.

When she got off the interstate, it felt as if everybody was just creeping along. She sighed in frustration, the longer she was away from Master, the angrier he was going to be. It felt as if it took an eternity before she finally turned into the driveway. Her heart pounded in her chest as she punched in the four number code to open the gates, then slowly made her way down the twisting driveway.

For some reason she expected Master to be standing at the front door when she parked in front, but wasn’t surprised when he wasn’t. It was one of those things that infuriated her, his feigned indifference. He was probably sitting in his study, doing some kind of work as he sipped his beer, she thought as she jumped out of the Jaguar and almost ran to the double front doors.

She had been gone for a little more then an hour, maybe an hour and a half, yet she felt as if it had been a lifetime. As she eased open the front door and slid in, she felt the welcome familiarity one feels after being away on an extended vacation and finally getting home. She felt at peace with herself.

Softly closing the front door, she turned and almost jumped at the sight of Master standing at the end of the hall with His arms folded across His chest. She couldn’t see His features in the dim light, and had to hold herself back from running down the hall and jumping into His arms. Her breath felt as if it had been punched out of her chest as they stood there looking at each other. Then ever so slowly, He opened His arms and held them out to her.

With that one gesture it felt as if a thousand pounds of worry and anxiety had been removed from her shoulders. She almost yelped in happiness as she ran the forty feet into his arms. She buried her face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He felt so strong as He held her to Him, in His arms she felt so safe and protected. She wanted to crawl into His skin as she hugged Him tighter. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks as she realized how afraid she’d been. Now she was safe and secure.

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I am standing in James’s living room, rainwater dripping from my hair and my once-sophisticated, now disheveled black dress, all over the dark hardwood floor in this chic, sparse room. James led me here on my hands and knees, and barked, “stand up” before leaving the room. Despite the heat from a wall-mounted fireplace behind me, I am shivering.

My confession of submission came tumbling out of me on James’s doorstep, and the release had been almost euphoric, giving me a jolt of confidence and certainty. But now, in this room by myself, that certainty has drained away, and I’m wringing my hands and smoothing my dress and stealing glances at the door. I have the feeling that James knows this, and that he has left me in this room to see if I will bolt again. I shift uneasily from one foot to another, as if I can’t find my balance in these new surroundings, but I don’t leave. I wait.

James returns after what must be only five minutes or so, carrying a towel which he throws my way before settling himself on the leather sofa in front of me, right arm slung languidly along the back of the sofa, grinning up at me with that same hard calculation playing behind his dark eyes. I towel off my hair, uncomfortable under his scrutiny, desperate for him to speak and interrupt the pounding silence.

Finally, he does. “You’ve never had a Master before.” He says it as a statement, but I confirm his suspicions by nodding my head. He leaks forward, elbows on his knees, and my heart leaps to my throat. “When I ask you a question,” he says quietly, “I expect you to answer ‘yes Sir,’ or ‘yes Master.’ Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say swiftly, and my body reacts to my own words as if they are his caress – a tingling sensation spreads through my wet pussy, and the flesh of my face and chest flushes scarlet, from embarrassment and arousal.

“This is all very new to you, and I am patient…to a point.” He leans back again, as comfortable as I am uneasy. “You will always refer to me as Master or Sir. You will do what I say, without hesitation or complaint, or there will be consequences. You will not cum unless I give you explicit permission. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir,” I say, silently relishing the words again. I’m sure he hears the hunger in my voice.

He gets up, takes the towel from my hands, and stands directly in front of me, close enough that I imagine I can feel the heat from his body on my damp, prickling skin. He reaches towards my face, and though I wince a little in anticipation, he takes my chin tenderly in his hand and tilts it up so he can look intently into my eyes. “I take the responsibility of being a Master very seriously. I’ll never do anything that will leave a permanent mark, or that I think pushes you too far beyond your limits.” My stomach drops at the mention of leaving a mark…my mind races with the many ways he can hurt me without scarring me. “But I want you to leave your comfort zone. I want you to push yourself. So if things ever get too intense, I’m going to give you a word you can always say to make me stop immediately. Do you remember the name of the pub where we met?”

“Cooper’s,” I say.

“Good. Any time I hear you say ‘Cooper’s,’ I’ll stop what I’m doing without any questions. I’ll never be angry with you for using your safe word. But once you use it, we’ll be done for the night. So if you want to keep going, I want you to try to push yourself a little. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I say.

“Good.” James lets go of my chin, and all at once the tenderness is gone, and the sharp edge is back in his voice. “Now. Take off that wet dress.”

My hands shake so badly that I have trouble locating my zipper. I am embarrassed: by the idea of stripping for this near stranger; by the need I somehow feel to do so; by my inability to do it. Then James puts a hand on top of mine – firm, but gentle, guiding me to the zipper, following my hand as I pull it down. I feel an overwhelming rush of gratitude towards him: for the strength that I long for, but the gentleness I need to guide me here, at this terrifying first step. My trembling subsides, and my dress falls to the floor. James leads me by the hand acıbadem escort bayan to step out the wet pool of material on the floor, then stands back, admiring the gentle curves of my breasts and hips, still hidden behind black lace panties and bra.

“Beautiful,” he says softly.

I smile shyly, unable to meet his eye. “Thank you, Master.”

“How does it feel to be almost naked in front of me?”

“I—” I consider this. “I feel…self conscious. Scared.”

“That’s because you’re still thinking of your body as your own.” He moves behind me, and I feel his warm hands grasp my shoulders, pulling them back so that my posture becomes more erect, my head faces forward and my breasts jut out provocatively in front of me. His fingers trail gently down my arms. “And that’s not so anymore. Your body belongs to me.” His fingers encircle my wrists and he pulls them behind me just a little roughness, closing each of my hands around the opposite elbow. “To do with what I please, to offer pain and pleasure as I please, to use for my own enjoyment.” Deftly, he grabs me around the waist and kicks my legs apart. At first I lose balance, feel myself supported in his strong arms, then I regain my equilibrium and move my far apart, readjusting my arms and shoulders as well. He lets go of me and circles me to inspect his handiwork. Despite the thin layers of fabric concealing my pussy and breasts, I feel on display for him, presenting my body for his approval, and I am surprised by the intensity of the ache I feel deep within me, the wetness that immediately seems to soak through my panties. He stops circling me and stands close to my side, while I instinctively keep my eyes trained forward. “How do you feel now?” whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers through me.

“Horny,” I answer. Then, as an afterthought: “Sir.”

“Mmmm. Good girl.” He nips at my earlobe, and I feel my knees wobble beneath me. “This is position one. Now one your knees for position two. And take off that bra and those wet little panties while you’re at it, slut.”

I do as he asks eagerly, craving his touch so badly that it is all I can do not to beg him to put his hand on my throbbing, dripping pussy. He wordlessly guides me into the second position: knees apart, hands and cheek on the floor in front of me, back arched so that my ass is raised in the air, my pussy and asshole on display. My breath is ragged as I silently wait in this R-rated yoga pose. He leaves me there for at least two minutes before I feel the sting of his hand meeting my ass. I gasp and jolt my head up, but he places a hand firmly on my back, and I quickly return to position.

“That was for leaving earlier without permission. Let’s see if we can get that ass nice and red.”

Each crack resonates through the house, and soon I am sweating, losing count of how many times he has spanked me – 30? 50? The painful heat spreads from my ass to ignite a fire in my pussy, and to my utter amazement I find myself raising my ass to meet his hand, craving the next blow, almost moaning as my raw nipples rub against the hard floor. James laughs derisively.

“It seems like I might have a genuine pain slut on my hands,” he says, pausing to give me a moment to catch my breath. “I think that’s enough to start. Now, what do you say?”

My mind feels foggy, like I’m in a dream. “I…I don’t know.”

James hand is on my burning ass, tenderly caressing the it, his finger tips edging closer and closer to my puffy pussy lips. “Say, ‘Thank you for punishing me, Master.'”

“Thank you for—” his fingers flick across my pussy lips, and I almost scream out “—for punishing me, Master!”

“Oh, you are ready, aren’t you,” James says, and I can hear the delight in his voice. “Spread that juicy pussy apart for me, slut. I want a good look.”

I reach back and pull apart my ass cheeks and pussy lips, the ache inside of me increasing as I do, my body longing to be filled up, to be allowed to cum. I can hear James moving around behind me, and then suddenly I feel his hot breath on my wide open pussy, and I groan loudly. “What do bağdat caddesi escort bayan you want, my pet?” he whispers, and each word dances across my flesh and makes me writhe with desire.

“I want you to…lick me,” I say breathlessly. Even in this position, I somehow can’t find the right words, as if the modesty of my language remains intact even as I spread my cheeks for this stranger.

“Not good enough,” he breathes.

“I want you to…lick my…pussy.”

“And?”

“And…make me cum.”

“How?”

I take a deep breath, my desperation growing. “Sir, I want you to lick my wet cunt…to slide your tongue over my clit over and over until I’m almost there…to rub my nipples and pull my hair…and then to ram your thick cock into my tight little hole, and to pound me until I cum.”

“I see,” he says, laughing as my face burns with humiliation. A long pause. “No,” he says finally, withdrawing from me so that I am left, spread and empty, aching for him and lost. I whimper. “No, I don’t think I will. Sit up, pet. Come here.” I scramble onto my knees, trembling and dizzy from desire and disappointment, and follow him to the sofa, where he sits and I settle at his feet. He studies me with those piercing eyes of his and I feel even more exposed than I did before, somehow. He pushes my knees wide apart with his feet, and I clasp my hands behind my back before he tells me to, eager to please. He smirks. “Good girl. You’re learning.” He pauses. “Why don’t you think I let you cum just now.”

“H-have I done something wrong, Sir?” I realize with some discomfort that I dread the idea of displeasing him.

“No. In fact, you’ve done better than I thought you might this first time.” He runs his thumbs over my painfully hard nipples, then pinches them just enough to make me gasp. Our eyes lock. “I didn’t let you cum because I own you.” He pinches harder, until I let out a soft whimper. “And no matter what you ask me for, how much you beg, I decide what happens to your body.” He twists them abruptly, and a shock of pain runs through my body. My hands involuntarily fly forward as if to stop him, but I catch myself in time, and force them back into position behind my back. “Good girl,” he growls, twisting harder and harder until I worry I can’t take anymore, and tears spring to my eyes. But before I break, he lets go, and my shoulders slump forward, relieved by the release but also missing his touch.

He leans back on the sofa, unbuckling his belt. “I’m going to give you something better than an orgasm,” he says as his hard, thick cock springs out of his pants. “I’m going to let you suck my cock.” When I don’t respond immediately, he reaches out and grabs a clump of my still-damp hair, pulling me closer to his throbbing dick. “What do you say?”

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master,” I sputter. I reach for his cock, but James slaps my face lightly and I freeze.

“No,” he says as if he is chastising an errant puppy. “You don’t get to use your hands.”

I clasp my elbows behind my back again, and maneuver my mouth over the twitching head of his cock. He lets me begin gently, his fist still wrapped around my hair, guiding my head up and down as he relaxes back on the sofa. I hear him moan, and it thrills me to know that I am pleasuring him. He moves my head faster, pushing his cock deeper and deeper so that I start to gag, but he seems to know exactly how much I can handle, never pushing himself so deep that I lose my breath and start to panic. Minutes pass, and I can tell from his deep moans that he is getting close. I wonder if he’ll make me swallow his cum, and again marvel at the fact that the idea of it thrills me. I’m so wet now that I’m sure a puddle has formed beneath my pussy on his hardwood floor, and when he unexpectedly grazes my juicy clit with the toe of his shoe, I moan so loudly around his cock that it sends him over the edge. He pulls out of my mouth just in time, painting my breasts with his thick, hot cum, as I suck in air and revel in the ecstasy written across his face.

As he recovers, he studies me, and kozyatağı escort bayan I imagine what he sees: me naked, covered in cum, panting and glistening from heat and desire, my hips rocking involuntarily, humping the air in the hopes that he will finally touch me. He smiles sadistically at me. “Look at you. You would do anything to cum, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes Sir,” I say. But I’m not sure that’s true. What does he have in mind?

Abruptly, he leaves the room, and I am where he has left me, feeling used and sore and horny. My heart races as I wait for him, wondering what he’s doing in the other room, and when he finally returns, I know that he has brought something back with him, clenched in his fist and concealed from view.

“You’ve never been this horny in your life. You’re aching for it. I bet you’d hump anything. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you reacted when my shoe bumped into your dirty little pussy. You whined like a bitch in heat. If I let you, you’d hump my shoe until you came screaming. Is that right?” I’m avoiding his eyes, and he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks my head up. “Right?”

“Yes Sir,” I tell him, to my deep humiliation.

He smirks, lets go of my hair, and opens his other hand, presenting to me the concealed object he had fetched from the other room. It looks like a chain with alligator clips on either end. “Have you used nipple clamps before?”

“No,” I say, eyeing the clamps with trepidation.

“Because I am a generous Master, I’m going to let you fuck my shoe like you want.” My breath catches in my throat. “But we’re going to have a little fun with it. I’m going to put these clamps on your sensitive little nipples. And I’m going to hold the chain. Sometimes I’ll pull up, sometimes I’ll give you a bit of relief. If you can cum, you may without asking me this time. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.” I stick out my chest for the clamps, so eager am I to get some relief for my needy pussy. He laughs.

“What an eager little slut you are. This is going to hurt.” He grasps my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I wince as he lets the jagged teeth of the clamp close over my tender flesh. The pinch is tight, but after the initial bite it slowly becomes bearable, and more than pain I feel a powerful tingle travel from my nipple to my greedy, swollen clit. When he closes the clamp on my right nipple, I groan more out of pleasure than pain. “Alright, slut,” he says, stretching out his leg as if offering me his black leather shoe. “See what you can do.”

The angle is difficult. I need to brace myself on his knees in order to lower myself down far enough to make contact with the top of his shoe. When I finally do, my entire body shudders so violently that I have to pause for a moment before start to rock myself back and forth on the cool, quickly moistening leather. Almost instantly, I feel a powerful orgasm building in my stomach, and I quicken my pace, moaning with abandon, clutching James calf and closing my eyes.

Then, blinding pain as James yanks up abruptly on the clamp chain. I yelp loudly and rise up on my knees to relieve the sudden pressure on my nipples as James grins sadistically at me. “Did you think cumming was going to be easy, pet?” He holds me there for a moment, aching nipples pointing skyward, until my orgasm subsides. Then, he loosens his grip, and I sink back to the floor, grinding once more against his shoe. It happens faster this time – I get close, he again pulls me to my knees. After the fifth time, I am almost weeping from frustration, and when he pulls up, I fight it for just a moment, enduring the burning in my nipples for another second of friction. I expect to be chastised, but instead he lays a comforting hand on my head. “That’s right, pet. If you can push through the pain, you can take the reward.”

It is all the encouragement I need. I hump furiously at his shoe, and when I feel the now familiar cruel searing of the clamps I persist, until James has ripped the clamps painfully from my nipples and I explode with the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

I am still shaking as James gathers me up from the floor onto his knee, pulling a blanket over me as he cradles me in his arms. He gently kisses my forehead, and I gaze up at him in dazed wonder. “That was amazing,” he says. “Are you alright?”

“God, yes.” I breathe. Then I smile, and add teasingly, “Thank you, Sir.”

He returns my smile. “I can’t believe I’ve found you,” he says.

He kisses me deeply, and I know this night will be the beginning of an entirely new world for me.

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I returned home totally worn out after spending a whole evening window shopping. My legs were killing me and the worst thing was that I hadn’t bought anything except a hairbrush which I found in a nice price. I had almost given up searching when I saw it standing on the shelf of an antique Chinese shop. I couldn’t resist the temptation to add it to my collection so I bought it.

It was a lovely old black Chinese wooden one with long thin iron spikes; about 3 inches long. The handle was 7 inches long; its width varied from 1 to 3 inches and it was all curvy.

I ascended the stairs leading into my room and I opened my wardrobe. I took off my coat and I was ready to put it inside when I noticed something strange. Someone had changed the position of my most beautiful evening dress. My magnificent black low-cut evening gown was crumpled and a little bit dusty as if someone had worn it recently. I brought it near my nose and I smelt it. The most disgusting and filthy scent of the cheapest perfume on earth immediately filled my nostrils. The scent hit my brain cells right on the spot like a 15 pound sledgehammer.

Oh my God!…Oh my F…ING GOD!! I knew who the culprit was…Oh YES! I knew it very well. I couldn’t mistake this scent for anything else in this world.

“You SLUTTT! You are going to pay dearly for this. I SWEARRR!” I hissed like a 30 feet long royal cobra.

Kim entered my room bringing a tray with my Morocco tea and she left it on the table. She had her long blonde hair caught in two long pigtails and she had applied blue mascara on her long eyelashes. Her eyes were shining like a pair of crude emerald stones and her succulent lips were firm and wet.

She was dressed in a see-through red maid outfit of special design. Her 34 C breasts were naked and supported by red straps caught in a knot behind her neck. A white lace apron was attached to it while its length barely covered her crotch. Her red tiny g-string split her labia in half and the back of it was vanished between her voluptuous twin asscheeks. She wore knee-high black leather boots and red fishnet stockings up to the middle of her thighs.

My right hand went behind her back and stroked her toned ass over the fabric of her outfit. Very slow and gently I followed the curves of her bum and then I slid it under her skirt. I felt her naked flesh thrilling under my palm and then I squeezed her left asscheek hard. She bucked her loins a little bit but she didn’t say a word.

“My girlfriends say that you are a very nice girl” I said.

“Really? Thank you Miss Christy” she answered.

“They also say that you are always very wet and receptive” I added as I grabbed her crotch rather violently.

“I always do my best to satisfy your visitors Mistress” she murmured.

My hand went up to her left breast and with the tip of my index finger I followed the outline of her pink aureole. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. My fingernail scratched its way around the base of her nipple, lingering enough to make it hard.

“I see your breasts are always in shape” I whispered in her red ear.

“Mmmmm…..” she moaned.

“Is it because you love me?” I asked her.

“Oh yes Miss Christy I love you so much, I would do anything for you.”

“If you love me so kurtköy escort bayan much then I understand that you take care of my property as well. Right?” I added as my hand was caressing her hair.

“Yes Miss Christy, I always stand like a vigilant guard protecting your interests and property” she said with her eyes still closed.

“THEN WHY ON EARTH, YOU FILTHY BITCH, YOU ARE WEARING MY DRESSES WHEN I’M AWAY?????” I howled as my hand grabbed both her pigtails and pulled them hard making her head tilt to the left.

“Aaaaahhh…Oh Nooo, Nooo…I wou…I would never do such thing to you Miss Christy…” she screamed.

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR? YOU DEGRADED SCUM…I CAN SMELL YOUR CHEAP PERFUME FROM HERE!” I shouted as I slapped her hard.

“Ouchhh! I didn’t mean it…I’m so sorry Miss…I…I…”

I sat down on the edge of my bed and by pulling her hair with my hand I forced her to lie on my laps with her bottom up. I rolled her mini skirt up to the waist and I slapped her ass hard.

“You idiot! Did you think that you could fool me for ever? You consider yourself to be smarter than me?” I yelled as my hand was going up and down on her sensitive flesh, leaving marks of my fingers on her soft skin.

“Oh NO Miss…Aouchhhh…It was…it was Debbie…” she cried her answer.

“YOU DISGUSTING CREATURE!!! You keep lying blatantly!!! Not only you don’t accept your guilt but also you put the blame on someone else! FILTHY SNAKE!”

I grabbed my bag from the bed and I opened it. I took in my right hand my new purchase and I raised it up to the skies; making sure that the spikes of the hairbrush were facing downwards.

I struck her asscheeks with the hairbrush hard and fast. She squirmed in agony and she let out a lengthy whimper.

“Aaaaah…Please…Please Miss Christy…I beg of you…I’m just a poor girl from the country…I used to walk barefoot even in the heart of the winter as my parents couldn’t support me and my sisters…we had never too much food to eat…and because I was the older, it was always me who had to go to sleep with empty stomach…I begged strangers for food every day…Please Miss Christy don’t be so cruel…Please…don’t fire me…”

“YOU DIRTY SLUT! The whole world has never seen such an abomination like yourself. Are you using the guile of our sex on…ME??? Have you forgotten that I’m a woman myself and I’m aware of every dirty trick of our gender?” I shouted as I nailed her inflamed butt with the spikes of my hairbrush.

“Do you want me to remind you how I came across to you? You had been hanging around in Amsterdam for months, homeless, dirty and hungry, before I found you. The old hookers on the street were beating the hell out of you as you was standing outside a lesbian bar and begging for money. I had to toss them a few 100 euro bills in order to save your miserable life and this is how you repay me” I told her while I was spanking her naked milky ass with ferocity.

“Ouchhhh…IT HURTS!…I feel the spikes piercing my skin…Please Miss Christy…Aahhhhh…I think…I’m…bleeding,,,”

“I forgave you once but this time you went too far. I still remember catching you in my room, in front of my whole-body mirror. You beykoz escort bayan was sitting on my chair totally naked with your legs lewdly spread apart and you was fingering your cunt as if there weren’t tomorrow. I thought you was totally naked but you wasn’t. You wore my most precious and expensive thong. You had tugged the front of it to the right so I didn’t notice it in first place. It was yellow-brown, made of real ermine fur-YOU DEPRIVED OLD HAG!-and I had bought it in Paris. It cost me over 800 euros and you wrecked it! You was plunging your dirty fingers inside your sopping cunt and your juices were flooding all around your red hole, let alone that the half of it was buried in your steamy puckered asshole. I couldn’t wear it again because it had been defiled with your filthy sticky cum fluids, so I gave it to you.”

“Ohhh…Ouchhhhh…I know…Miss Christy…you have always been kind to me…I thank you for it…but please stop spanking my ass…it really hurts me so bad…” Kim said with tears in her eyes.

Her puny excuses were driving me mad as I couldn’t stand the fact that she had betrayed my trust twice. I can forgive anything but betrayal. I had given her a room to stay, a job and my endless love and she just blew it away.

I started to see everything in red as my hairbrush was brutally abusing the fat “pillows” of her ass. The spikes were singing their own battle song as they were carving their initials on her sweaty soft flesh. Blood droplets made their appearance on her smooth skin and that added more fuel to my fire.

I was riding the tides of my wrath, completely lost in my own world, as I was listening to her whimpering. She started to groan and moan loudly and her inflamed butt was dressed in her blood, I quickly grew tired of her shouting and I decided to do something about it.

I grabbed the string which was buried between her buttocks and I pulled it away. Using both hands I tore it up and stripped her of it. I bundled her underwear and I fed her with it. At first she was reluctant to accept it and I had to clamp her nostrils with my fingers. After a while she opened her mouth to take a breath and at that time I shoved it in her mouth.

“How do you find this bitch? Huh? Being muzzled with the remnants of your g-string? Inhaling and swallowing the secretions of your own body?”

“Mmmnnn…Gnmmmf…Humffffff…” she tried to answer.

“You wanted to be like me. You wore my dresses and admired yourself in front of my mirror. I can imagine you taking all kind of sexy and kinky poses, bending over and caressing your breasts and crotch. Whatever you do you will never be like me. There is one thing that you will never acquire. THAT’S CLASS!!! Do you listen to me FARM-GIRL? HUH?”

“Have you ever heard the old saying “curiosity killed the cat”? You have been acting like one. I don’t see your tail. Where is your tail? Don’t worry I’ll get you one right now…FARM-GIRL…”

I spun the hairbrush in my hand and I grabbed it from its head. My fingers parted her asscheeks and I positioned the tip of the handle in the entrance of her asshole. She immediately tightened her muscles too much and I couldn’t fit the handle in her hole. I didn’t want to use any kind of lube üsküdar escort bayan because I wanted to make her suffer.

I pushed hard and I managed to shove 2 inches of the hilt inside her anus. She was struggling and wriggling but she couldn’t shake my grip on her. Her muscles were pushing back and fighting bravely the infiltration of the unwelcome guest but unfortunately they were bound to succumb irrevocably.

Inch by inch the handle was being slid inside her reluctant sphincter gaining valuable territory for its owner. At this point the widest part of the handle had come in contact with her tormented crack.

It seemed that the penetration would stop dead there but I was wrong. The insatiable monster inside her bowels wanted to devour more and more. It sucked and gulped the bulky part of the handle with ridiculous ease. Her anal muscles engulfed all 7 inches and got tightened around, leaving the head with the spikes protruding from her ass.

I pushed her away from my knees and I removed her underwear from her mouth. I stood up, lifted my black leather mini skirt up to my waist and I tugged the elastic of my yellow thong to the right, exposing my puffy labia to her. Then I sat down on the bed again and I spread my legs wide apart.

She immediately knelt before me and started licking and nibbling my juicy pussylips. I reclined back supporting my body on my right elbow and my left hand went on my tits. I was caressing and kneading my breasts hard as she was eating me out.

I was watching her image in my whole body mirror, being on her knees, her head between my legs, and the head of my hairbrush going left and right as she was swaying her ass.

All of sudden Debbie made her appearance in my room dressed in her black maid outfit. Her eyes opened wide but she didn’t say a word. She came in and joined Kim. She knelt and took my left leg and put it on her right shoulder. Kim did it the same with my right leg by putting it on her left shoulder.

They started lapping on my wet pussy with amazing devotion. I could feel their tongues meeting each other in the entrance of my love canal exchanging sweet wet kisses.

Kim’s tongue was licking my anal crack while Debbie went right on my clit and started to tease it with the tip of her tongue. I heard Kim letting out a deep groan and I was sure that Debbie besides sucking my clit was playing also with the hairbrush, moving it and out inside Kim’s butt.

Kim shoved her tongue up to the hilt inside my rectum and Debbie buried her nose and tongue inside my vibrating pink flesh. They started to hammer both my holes with fierce intensity and I was sure that they could feel each other’s tongue through my thin membrane which separates my front and back canals.

With my head thrown back, closed eyes, and my body supported on both elbows I was groaning and moaning my pleasure out. Ripples of pleasure were running through my body forcing me to arch my back each time, making me shuddering uncontrollably as if a 1000 volt current would do if it run through my body.

Gasping for air and panting like a hound dog I succumbed to the undeniable force of my orgasm as my body nerves demanded their toll without further ado. I quivered and I quivered and then again…and oh my god…I couldn’t count how many times I spasmed as my body was flooding Debbie’s mouth with my musky juices.

The last thing I saw was Kim and Debbie’s tongues playing with my cum fluids and their saliva. A dark cloud shrouded my senses and my world faded out…

END.

Written by Christy Mars Copyrights © 2006

Especially made for Janet F…s from USA and dedicated to my beloved Kim.

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In the morning, Kate felt a tad guilty about blowing off the workshop so fully. She talked with Michael who graciously agreed to drop her off for today’s sessions. Things winded down at about 4:00 pm and she and Michael would have ample time for love later that day.

Driving down the hill from the house in that luxurious Rolls Royce was a thrilling way to start the day. Kate smiled and put her hand on Michael’s as he sped down the hill, en route toward the conference center. The lovers smiled at one another, exchanging naughty glances.

After Michael dropped her off, Kate was again greeted by Antonio, the official assistant to the workshop. He was just as positive and gracious as she’d remembered.

“Good morning!” Antonio declared. “The workshop is being held in the same room as yesterday. Don’t hesitate to let me know if I can be of any help.”

“Why thank you, Antonio. I’m looking forward today’s sessions,” Kate replied.

In fact, while Kate may have been looking forward to the sessions, in practice, she found herself distracted throughout each of the panels. Dreams of last night were flooding her head.

The dungeon. Did she really make love with Michael in a dungeon?! Did he really lead her around with a leash and collar? And that toy!! Goodness gracious, that amazing toy! And the spanking … Sheer ecstasy!

Truth told, Kate tried to pay attention and get something out of the workshop, but it was not easy given all the thoughts in her head.

…

Kate was happy when 4:00 arrived. She said some polite goodbyes to the workshop organizers and to some other attendees whom she’d met during the sessions. When she made it to the foyer, her friend Antonio seemed to be waiting for her.

“Your Rolls is here, my lady!” he quipped. He escorted her outside and opened the door for her. What a gentleman, Kate thought.

Michael’s smile filled the car as Kate sat down.

Michael steered the Rolls to downtown Lennox where he and Kate spent a few hours going through the shops. Candles, crafts, sea glass, antiques, chocolates, and more. This little village was a virtual treasure trove and shopping there with Michael was simply delight.

Kate suggested that they try dinner at a gorgeous little French country restaurant that they’d passed earlier in the day. Situated on a small hill on a country road, the sign for the restaurant boasted having a “touch of Provence.”

As usual, Michael was game, and the lovers found their way inside this lovely French dining establishment. From the authentic French onion soup to the pepper steak to the perfect creme brulee, this place delivered. But for Kate, the best part was being able to look into Michael’s rich blue eyes during the entire bilecik escort meal. As usual, his generous attention and loving ways made her feel simply beautiful.

…

They got back to the house at about 9:00 and Michael suggested a late night drink. This sounded lovely to Kate, who joined him in the kitchen.

Michael had bottles of Cognac and Chambord waiting on the counter. He poured generous amounts of each into a heated saucepan and after about a minute, he poured the concoction into two crystal brandy glasses.

“Paris is burning. Cheers!” he said with a smile.

Kate had remembered trying this drink, literally called “Paris is Burning,” years ago. It was just as good now as she’d remembered.

The two sat on the leather sofa in the living area and enjoyed their drinks while gazing into one another’s eyes. This was simply perfect, Kate thought.

Expecting that Michael would soon call her into the dungeon, she realized that she would need at least one more drink. Michael was happy to comply and the two held hands examining the many fine appointments of the living area of the house with their warm drinks in-hand.

This evening, Kate didn’t need to be told to get ready. After two Paris is Burnings, and another romantic day in New England with the love of her life, she was quite ready for what was ahead.

Kate smiled at Michael and indicated that she’d be right back.

Fifteen minutes later, Kate appeared on the staircase, looking simply delicious. She had on nothing but a long silky red robe. It fit her body like a glove and matched her luscious red lipgloss and the strawberry highlights in her hair, which looked vibrant. Kate wanted to be taken away. She wanted to surrender completely to Michael. She was ready for anything.

“Kate, you look like a million bucks!” Michael exclaimed. He rushed up the stairs to embrace her right then and there. She looked up into his eyes and the lovers kissed extensively on the upstairs landing. They were both madly in love and were both up for what was next.

…

Kate found herself eager to enter the dungeon with Michael this evening. Last night’s sexual encounter provided her with perhaps the most satisfying experience of her sexual life. And she was simmering for more. And, of course, her master was not planning to disappoint.

As soon as she entered the dungeon, Master grabbed Slave’s collar and leash, which were now waiting for her on a hook just inside the doorway. Master had some some planning, and Slave liked it.

Master secured her collar and secured a black leather blindfold on her immediately after. This was so hot, Slave thought.

Master manisa escort gently led Slave across the dungeon. She could tell that they had passed the table that served as center stage yesterday. Where were they going?

Slave could feel a slight change in the flooring all of a sudden. A thin carpet seemed to emerge in a back corner of the dungeon.

“Get on all fours, Slave. All fours. Now.” Master commanded.

He wanted her on the floor? This sounded so dirty to her. She paused and thought.

Would Master put her in an unclean situation? No. In fact, the dungeon looked amazingly clean when she saw had laid her eyes on it. Of course it was OK.

Slave smiled at her thought process, and dutifully got on the ground. She was ready for anything.

Suddenly, Slave could feel Master strapping her wrists to some posts in the area. And her ankles as well. Standard pose, she thought. And she smiled. Slave was truly and deeply ready for anything.

“Slave, tonight will be an epic adventure of passion and you will love every moment. Simply do what I say. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master,” Slave replied.

To this, he got up. Slave could hear Master walking across the room and up the stairs. Slave was now left alone, fully restrained and blindfolded, on the floor of a sex dungeon in the hills of western Massachusetts. And she absolutely loved it.

…

But what happened next took Slave by total surprise. A few minutes after Master had left her, she could hear him returning into the room. But it sounded like there were more footsteps than just two.

Oh my god. Had Master set up a threesome? Here? With whom?!

No number of Paris is Burnings could have prepared Slave for this thought. She squirmed with anxiety. The footsteps came closer. There was definitely more than one person. Slave began to breathe heavily with nerves.

“Slave, I see that you are a bit nervous. Don’t be. I have brought an old friend,” Michael said.

What could this mean? There were only two people in the world who had joined Slave and Master in threesomes: Alexis, the hot young Greek sexpot from Athens. And Silent Partner, Michael’s sensual black business partner from London. How in the world was either of them here now? she thought The ambiguity of the situation made Slave tremble.

“Slave, you remember my business partner, right?”

Slave nodded slowly and uncertainly. Truth told, she would love to have Silent Partner, as she knew him, join them this evening. He was as sexy as any man possibly could be. But she couldn’t imagine how he’d be here now. Slave’s body shook.

“Slave, don’t worry. Silent Partner actually works on occasion mersin escort here in the Berkshires. His real name is Antonio. And he is here to serve us tonight.”

Slave nearly dropped on the floor at this news. Antonio? Was this possibly the same Antonio as that incredibly handsome young black man from the workshop? This idea made Slave so incredibly hot.

Suddenly she could feel Antonio’s hands caressing her back, neck, and arms. These were definitely Silent Partner’s hands. She was still unsure as to whether Antonio from earlier the workshop was this same man. But she found herself not totally caring. She felt comfortable with Silent Partner sexually and she was ready to have this mystery man join her as she worked to please Master.

“Slave, you must miss sucking on Antonio’s cock. Beg to suck it.” Master commanded.

“Antonio, please. Please make me suck it. Put your cock in my mouth. Please!”

Antonio’s cock found its way onto Slave’s lips. She smiled realizing, based on taste and scent, that this was definitely the same cock that she’d had before. She kissed it gingerly, thrilled with the familiarity of it.

Slave took Antonio’s entire cock into her mouth. It was pulsing and rich. She loved it and she could kiss it forever. In and out. In and out.

“Slave, do you remember how Antonio finished with you last time?” Master asked.

Slave thought about it. Oh my god. He ended up coming deeply in her ass. Was that the plan? Slave trembled, feeling an orgasm building within her.

Antonio’s cock was suddenly up against Slave’s ass. She wanted it so bad that she didn’t have to wait for Master’s commands. She knew what to do.

“Fuck me, Antonio. Please. Fuck my ass. Deep and hard. Deep and hard. Please!” Slave cried, her sexy voice permeating the dungeon.

Antonio complied, gently pushing his huge cock in to her ass. Slowly. Gingerly. Beautifully. Slave almost couldn’t handle it, letting out a massive orgasm the second that it was fully inside her.

And he continued. Slowly in. Slowly out. Slave simply loved it, finding herself in a state of constant climax, moaning loudly.

At this moment, Master came around to Slave’s face. His cock was out and she knew what she had to do. She was, in fact, thrilled.

“Master, please. Please let me suck it. Please!” Slave cried.

With this, Master forced his large, throbbing cock past Slave’s lips and deeply into her mouth. Slave kissed it and sucked it and loved it. She never wanted this to end.

Suddenly, Slave could feel both cocks throbbing ecstatically. She knew that they were going to come. And she was thrilled when both men kept their cocks inside of her, filling her ass and her mouth with come and setting Slave into a massive state of climax. Slave’s orgasmic screams engulfed the dungeon. This entire moment was, simply, like a dream for her.

…

That night, Kate and Michael snuggled in the starlight, cozied up in the beautiful master bedroom of this amazing Berkshires getaway. Kate never felt this fortunate in her entire life.

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Dedicated to Katie M., a devoted reader and a true submissive. This is a continuation of her fantasy. Perhaps her Mistress will allow her to read this story and finger herself to a climax.

WARNING: This story contains a watersports scene. It also involves lesbian sex.

It’s not necessary to read Chapters 01-04 to read this story, although it does provide additional background.

Katie Miller– 29 year old lesbian working for a real estate developer as an in-house attorney. Full figured woman of average stature with ample breasts and strawberry blonde hair. After bungling an important work assignment she agrees to “do anything” to make it right with her company’s outside counsel, Demetrius (“Demi”) Giannopoulos.

Demi Giannopoulos — late 40’s woman of Greek heritage, managing partner of a Manhattan based law firm. Has secretive personal life that is revealed to Katie in steps — that she is a Domme by nature and enjoys watching Katie submit to her as well as others. Tall, attractive, dresses well and loves to wear sexy lingerie.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

Chapter Five

I was madly in love with Mistress.

She was, in my humble view, a Greek Goddess.

I fell into a “relationship” with Demi in the oddest possible way. I basically screwed up a work assignment for her because I was daydreaming about her instead of doing the work I was assigned. I fell on my knees to beg for forgiveness and instead I ultimately received her love. Well, that’s my interpretation of what transpired, my submission to her and her unconventional ways of expressing her love to me.

As a lawyer I was trained to research issues. In my case, I didn’t understand the world I was being pulled into. I put the word “relationship” in quotation marks because my relationship with Mistress was not a relationship in a traditional sense, you know, a relationship between equals, or as much as you can make it equal. In many cases a traditional relationship will fail because one of the parties doesn’t feel he or she is an equal member of the relationship. I’ve had a number of those relationships, most of them where I felt that I was the second class citizen and deserved better. Those relationships were doomed to failure and did fail.

My “relationship” with Mistress was different. At the outset, there was an explicit agreement that she would control all aspects of our interaction. She would text me with directions or would give those directions to me in person. I would obey. I would be punished if I failed to obey. There no was lack of clarity in our relationship.

I found that I was eager to willingly surrender complete control and that I craved Mistress’s approval above all else. Mistress had unexpectedly tapped into a bottomless well of desire. My research revealed that I was in a classic dominant/submissive relationship and that I exhibited all the characteristics of a submissive. To obey without question. To crave the approval of the dominant. To be sexually aroused by the transfer of control. All of it applied to me. But a question still remained. What were the depths of my submission to her? The exploration of those depths was one of the exciting elements of our relationship.

But how could such a relationship be sustained? I reflected on that question as well. I believed that the foundation of a long-term D/s relationship is trust. Could I completely trust Mistress? Did she trust me? She had already taken me completely out of my comfort zone. I hadn’t had sex with a man in years, and yet she had me spreading my legs for a complete stranger. She valued her privacy. She trusted me with her most closely guarded secret — that she was a lesbian (or bisexual?) and that she derived sexual pleasure from watching others have sex. We both had implicit trust in the other.

I was learning that being a submissive was an exercise in patience and restraint. After my last session with Mistress the waiting began again. It was already a week of silence and I had heard nothing from Mistress. I was in my office on a normal workday when a Federal Express delivery person came to my office. I thought it was a bit unusual, as the mailroom typically took all deliveries and then had the packages brought up to my office.

“I’m surprised you’re here. Shouldn’t you be delivering all packages to the mailroom?” I asked Mr. FedEx.

“You’re right ma’am. But this package requires your signature.” He presented me with an electronic tablet. I signed and took the package.

It was a package with the return address of a jeweler in another state. I was puzzled. I hadn’t ordered anything that I could remember. I tore open the cardboard box and found bostancı escort bayan a wrapped present inside. The package was wrapped in red foil and had a large white bow on it. I used my scissors to cut the package open, only to find a velvet covered jewelry case inside. I opened the hinged lid slowly and found inside a heavy gold rope necklace with a small heart shaped pendant engraved with the letter “M” in cursive, surrounded by small diamonds and rubies. The beauty of the necklace took my breath away.

I opened the small card that was inside the jewelry case. It read as follows:

To “K,” my sweet pet. “M”

I was overjoyed. Tears came to my eyes. The “M” on the pendant was for Mistress. She wanted me to wear this close to my heart. I ran to the ladies’ room and put the necklace on in front of the mirror. It was perfect.

I walked back to my office, radiating a glow from this most intimate gift from Mistress. My assistant stopped me on the way back.

“Lovely necklace. Present for yourself?”

I hadn’t thought about what I would tell others. I couldn’t tell them the truth. “Yes, the “M” is for Miller.”

“It looks great on you.”

I went back to my office, clutching the pendant in my hand and thinking about Mistress. She did love me. I wondered when she would say it out loud to me. Her pedestal just got a few feet higher. I hoped for a message from her but didn’t receive one that day. I banished the thought of texting her a thank you. I knew that Mistress wanted to control our communications. Patience and restraint, I told myself.

The next day another package arrived. This time I signed eagerly, and then shut my office door to see what Mistress had sent me. I ripped open the package like a child at Christmas. It was a vibrator. But not one I’d used before. It was a “rabbit” that looked like a cactus. The main shaft was shaped like a phallus, and there were two “arms,” the shorter one to stimulate my clitoris and the longer one to insert in my ass. It came with a set of batteries and a detailed instruction book.

As with the other gift there was a card inside:

To my sweet bunny rabbit, A rabbit for your pleasure. Use it every night, but don’t be a naughty girl and cum without my permission! “M”

I looked at the outside packaging:

Versatile and pleasure-packed vibrator with a wide range of functions for never-ending naughty fun!

Features 3 extensions that deliver mind-blowing internal and external stimulation!

Anal probe for backdoor pleasure!

Main shaft for inner stimulation and exciting G-spot massage!

Clitoral stimulator with a flat head for complete clit coverage and arousal!

Programmed with 8 exciting speeds for each motor, 3 intense vibration modes, and 8 rotation patterns — can be varied to create more than 500 pleasure combos!

Loaded with 3 powerful motors for triple the pleasure

Rotating beads in the shaft for enhanced inner stimulation!

Waterproof sex toy that you can use in the bath or shower for erotic water fun!

That insidious woman! Giving me a device designed to ignite my body and then telling me not to turn on the flame. She was obviously testing my powers of restraint. My powers of restraint were poor to begin with. Just ask the empty carton of ice cream in my trash bin. Once I opened a carton of ice cream I was unable to stop until all of it was gone. How was I going to use this magical device and not cum? I shoved the vibrator back in its packaging and put it into my briefcase. I tried to forget about it and get back to work.

The suspense was killing me. Not more than fifteen minutes later I put the batteries in the vibrator, secreted it in my purse and made my way to the ladies’ room. I checked the stalls. They were all empty. I chose the stall farthest from the door and locked it. I sat on the front of the toilet seat and pulled down my panties to my ankles. Wet of course. Mistress was right. I was a wanton slut. My restraint lasted exactly fifteen minutes. I turned the vibrator on its lowest setting. It made a faint buzzing noise that I prayed couldn’t be heard outside my stall. I slid the longer middle shaft easily into my sopping wet pussy and then pulled it out and inserted each of the arms in my pussy to lubricate them. Then I re-inserted the longer shaft inside my pussy and the anal probe inside my ass. The shortest arm was vibrating directly on my clit.

Oh fuck. The claim on the packaging was spot on. It claimed that the rabbit could “deliver mind-blowing internal and external stimulation.” I felt as if I was touching a live wire. Every single pleasure receptor in my body was screaming with delight. Somehow while pursuing orgasmic bliss I heard the door open to the restroom. Apparently the buzzing noise was much louder than I thought. A voice from the other side of the door said, “Are you OK?”

Shit. It was my assistant Melanie. I was so amped up and tuzla escort bayan nervous that when I pulled out the vibrator to turn it off I dropped the juice slickened device on the floor. It clattered on the tile floor, travelling across it as it continued to buzz. I lunged for it but missed as it skittered across the floor and underneath the stall door. My worst nightmare! I saw Melanie’s hand reach down and pick it up. Moments later I heard it turned off.

How was I going to explain this?

I cleaned myself up the best I could with toilet tissue paper and then pulled up my panties. I opened the stall door. Melanie was facing me, holding the vibrator between her fingers, and grinning widely.

“Lose something?”

I held out my hand. She put the vibrator in it.

“Thank you,” I said sheepishly.

“My pleasure … or I guess I should say ‘Your pleasure,'” she replied with a giggle.

“I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry you had to see this. Can we forget this just happened?” I asked, knowing full well this was something you could NEVER forget.

“Of course,” she chirped, then turned around to wash her hands. I dropped the vibrator in my purse and slipped out of the restroom, grateful that Melanie had turned away to allow me a small shred of dignity.

I returned to my office and shut the door. My heart was still hammering in my chest. I didn’t think I could ever live down the embarrassment of that moment. Why couldn’t I have just waited until I got to the privacy of my bedroom to have tried out this devilish device? The answer was simple — I lacked self-restraint. Tonight would be another test.

The rest of the workday crawled by. No messages from Mistress. Thankfully Melanie decided to avoid my office. I’m not sure I could have faced her again. I was out of there at exactly 5 p.m., taking a route to the front door that would bypass Melanie’s cube.

I arrived at my apartment and shed my coat and stripped down to my bra and panties. I went into the fridge, poured myself a full glass of chardonnay and then proceeded to guzzle it. I was halfway through my second glass when I was calm enough to pull Mistress’s gift from my purse. I still had on her necklace, and nervously fingered the pendant as I perused the instructions.

I experimented with it, picking a speed, vibration, and rotational pattern. What happened to the old days when a vibrator had just an “on” and “off” switch? I flung myself on the bed and then shed my bra. I then went for my panties and much to my disgust found that they were sopping wet. Of course, the humiliation of today’s event made me randy. Crap, I really was turning into a slut. I was going to get myself off. How would Mistress know?

Then my phone chimed.

Demetria G: You naughty girl. Don’t cum without permission!

Fuck. Is my entire life an open book? How did she know I was about to fire up the vibrator and make myself cum? Now I was panicked. I was certain I couldn’t lie to her with a straight face. I didn’t want to disappoint her and I sure as hell didn’t want to be punished. The ruler she used on me last time hurt like hell and the red marks on my ass were still evident.

But here I was. Naked on my bed with a vibrator in my hand. I went into the top drawer of my nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. I lubed up the vibrator and turned it on. I pushed the vibrator inside of me and of course it went in effortlessly as I was practically dripping like a faucet. The effect was even better than that afternoon. My adjustments to the vibration and rotation of the vibrator advanced me quickly to the brink of a head splitting orgasm.

Right as I was about to cum I had the mental image of Mistress pounding my ass with her wooden ruler. I jerked the vibrator out of me and yelled at the ceiling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I lay on my bed gasping for breath as my orgasm denied literally knocked the wind out of me. The vibrator was still incessantly buzzing on my bed. I had to squelch the thought of throwing the vibrator against the wall, smashing it into a thousand pieces.

My phone chimed again.

Demetria G: Does bunny rabbit want to cum?

She was asking me a question. I was given permission to reply.

Katie M: Yes please Mistress.

Demetria G: In due time my pet.

I don’t think a text message ever made me cry. I was sobbing uncontrollably. I wanted to see Mistress. I wanted to cum. My life was shit. I cried myself to sleep without any supper.

Chapter Six

The next day wasn’t much better, in fact it was worse. The day started with a staff meeting. Melanie of course was there and although she probably wasn’t laughing at me every time I looked at her I saw a smile that I read as a laugh. I suspected everyone else in the room knew as well (even though I trusted Melanie with many secrets, not just this one). I was sweating, even though the room was air conditioned.

The göztepe escort bayan rest of the day dragged on. I checked my phone every 15 minutes for a text from Mistress. Of course nothing. When the clock finally registered 5 p.m. it was back to my apartment. This time I decided to eat dinner first and then address the instrument of torture. I had three glasses of wine with dinner so was feeling no pain when I picked up Mr. Rabbit. I was probably wetter than the day before and cursed the betrayal of my body. The more the humiliation, the wetter I became. I turned the rabbit to its lowest setting and this time pushed it in slowly. It was heavenly. The ascent was slower and agonizing. Could I obey Mistress?

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried to no one. I was going to cum.

Again, the image of Mistress with a scowl on her face flashed before my eyes. I reluctantly pulled the vibrator from my pussy, swore at the heavens, and then tried to watch television to take my mind off of my need. I was wholly unsuccessful, but at least I didn’t cry when I finally fell asleep.

The next day was more of the same. Interminable staff meetings, imagined laughing from Melanie and the staff, and one or two changes of panties. It was drawing close to 5 p.m. when my phone chimed.

Demetria G: Be at my house at 7 p.m. Bring rabbit.

Yes! I would be able to see Mistress. She would let me cum, wouldn’t she? I was elated. Then I realized I didn’t know where she lived. And I didn’t have her address. Mistress would punish me if I asked her, since her text did not give me permission to reply. I pulled out her firm phone directory and started calling the associates that I knew worked for her. On the fourth try I finally got someone who was in her office. It was Allison, one of her paralegals.

“Allison, thank God you’re at your desk. Can you give me Demi’s home address?”

“Who is this?”

“Sorry, this is Katie.”

“Katie who?”

“Katie Miller, remember we worked on the construction contract together?”

“Oh yeah,” she replied, chuckling. “You were the one that didn’t read the revisions to the contract.”

Oh shit. Does everyone have to remind me of that fuck-up? “Yes, that’s me.”

“Well we aren’t allowed to give out personal information like that.”

It was already 5:45. I only had an hour and a quarter to get the address, go home and change, and then go to Mistress’s house, wherever that might be. My impatience was about to boil over.

“Look, I have something that I need to deliver to her.”

“I’d be happy to give it to her in the morning. Why don’t you bring it over here to our office?”

Regrettably, I exploded. “Look you little bitch. Just give me the fucking address. I’m a client of the firm and …” The line went dead. “Hello?” I slammed the phone in the cradle.

One more try and then I would have to text Mistress and admit defeat. I called Stacie Johnstone, a senior associate. She flirted with me a few times and was definitely staring at my tits when we were working together in a small conference room. Stacie was an attractive closeted lesbian. The scuttlebutt in the office was that Stacie was a butch lesbian who loved attractive women. I was running out of time. Unfortunately Stacie was my last best hope.

“Hello Stacie, this is Katie Miller.”

“Katie, good to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” she said in a smarmy tone of voice.

“I need Demi’s home address. I have to deliver something to her tonight. It’s an important document that she asked me to personally deliver.” That should have done it, especially with my embellishment.

There was a momentary pause. “No can do. I’d get fired for giving out personal information, especially Demi’s address. You know how crazy she is about her privacy.”

“But this is urgent.”

Another pause. Unfortunately Stacie was as smart as she was attractive. “Wait a second. If Demi asked you to deliver a document to her house, how come she didn’t give you her address?”

Shit. She got me there. It was time for true desperation. “Look Stacie, this is a personal matter. I swear I won’t tell her that you gave me her address and you won’t get in trouble for this.”

“Well … I don’t know.”

There was no time to mince words. “Stacie, I’ll go down on you in your office if you give me her address.”

I could see the hamster wheel in her head spinning wildly. “Uhhh, can I fondle your tits too?” I’m sure that was her pussy talking.

“Yes, now give me the fucking address.”

She gave me the address, and now I had exactly one hour to be at Mistress’s house.

I flew out of my office, hit the elevator button fifty times, raced out into the street and grabbed a cab and was back in my apartment in a record breaking fifteen minutes. I took a quick shower, changed into a denim skirt and tight white V-neck t-shirt and dashed down to the street to catch a cab. Mistress was about ten minutes away if I was lucky. As I was checking my purse for my wallet I realized I left the rabbit in my apartment. God damn it! I went back to my apartment, grabbed the rabbit and went back down to the street. Fortunately Mistress lived uptown and not crosstown so the cab ride only took eight minutes. I arrived at Mistress’s apartment building at 6:59 p.m. Panting, I pushed the “call” button on the intercom.

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There was a period of restlessness after parting from my Mistress. I filled this with a bit of swinging and partying, but the random casual sex encounters were very disappointing. More so since the population at large are so vanilla!

As is often the case however, searching in a specific area for what you want will yield results. There are very few ladies who cater to my specific desires, but I found one eventually.

After a brief period of emailing, then talking on the phone it was obvious we had a connection happening. Samantha loved the idea of torturing my balls, telling me how wet she got just from talking about it.

So fast forward to the day of our meeting. As I walk into her parlour I am greeted by a long limbed brunette in tight jeans and knee high leather boots wielding a cane and looking me up and down for a bit. She’d not said a word as yet, marched me to the middle of the room and circled around me. Whack! The cane landed on my arse with a delightful sting…. Her words came frugally, merely telling me to strip naked, get on my hands and knees, now! As she watched me undress, her smile grew as she saw me in the flesh. My low hanging ballbag had her break into a big nasty smirk.

Once I’d assumed the position on my hands and knees, Sam began circling me again, pushing my knees further apart so she could get access to the low hanging balls. Mmmmm, she murmured as she cupped my nuts lovingly, as if weighing them. Next I got an almighty kick from behind though, her leather boots expertly crunching my balls against me. I was just about to say thank you m’am when I got another kick in the balls, this one even harder. Her evil laugh at me sounding winded made me wonder whether I’d be able to handle this brunette… Thank you m’am I uttered.

Mmmm, Sam murmured again in a low voice. Apparently my thank you was both too slow and too quiet. She told me that since I was still being evaluated I best be prompt with showing my gratefulness for being allowed in her presence. And to push her point she now kicked me even harder, now making my stomach churn a little at the stinging pain. I loved it!

The position I was in had shackles in the floor, so soon I was locked at the wrists, ankles and knees. A collar around my neck was next, with three chains attached to the ground limiting my movement severely. A ballgag was shoved into my mouth and a blindfold applied.

For a minute or two I heard sounds of Sam getting out of her clothes. This was soon confirmed when she draped her breasts onto my back, then when she ground her pussy into my head, making my hair damp with her juices….

Click-clack, her heels went on the wooden floor as she resumed her circling. In a calm voice she told me she’d be seeing if I had enough resilience to satisfy her and that today would be a bit of a mean test of my desire to be trained by her. The ten fierce lashes of her cane on my butt confirmed she wasn’t joking. Next she lashed my back, then started down my thighs which made me flinch as she came oh-so close to the balls. She grinned as she saw me flinching. So as not to disappoint me, she also caned my balls a few times, albeit in a gentle fashion. Don’t worry, she told me, I will make you cry later from pain to these nice balls, as she gave my nuts a firm squeeze.

The cane was then used on the soles of my feet until they felt on fire. Again all I got from Sam kadıköy escort bayan was a barely audible grin, now taking on a more husky tone though. Next I felt her thumb and forefinger encircle my balls and she started to pull and squeeze my nutsack. Pulling down as she squeezed she soon got me squirming, then flicking my balls with her finger got my attention properly. Increasing the pulling force it felt so good I groaned in appreciation. An evil laugh followed as she commented that I was enjoying this too much. Promptly she let go of my balls and brought the palm of her hand up into them, smacking them into my body with a rather painful slap.

The rope she used to encircle my ballbag was fairly thick, round and round it went, pulling my nuts further away from my body as she went. By the time she finished it felt twice as bad as my ballstretcher, it certainly had my nuts tensed and ballbag stretched rather tightly!

All this discomfort and your cock is still throbbing, Sam quietly said as she stroked me from underneath. I think you need to be fucked up the arse she said calmly. A dollop of lube and next I felt a dildo being slipped into me. The little one went in far too easy for Sam’s liking so next I felt a fat prong placed at my sphincter. I flinched as she pushed it into me, making me tighten up. This brought a fierce response from Sam, not only did she ram at least four inches into my arse, she also slapped my tied up nuts hard enough to start me crying. You will not resist me again, or I will make you really sorry, Sam yelled.

For the next twenty minutes she rammed the eight inch prong fulldepth into me, opening me up like never before. To be honest by this time I was rather enjoying the full feeling in my arse. Sam had worked this out too, so she yanked the prong out of me and gave my rather tender nuts a good slap.

Unshackling me, she marched me over to a low bench with all manner of rings attached around the seat base. Putting me on my back, she clipped me into place with my hands at my side and my legs spread open. The neck collar was chained at both sides so I couldn’t lift my head more than a couple of inches. The blindfold is removed, the gag comes out and next I see Sam standing over my head, her dripping cunt now just oozing into my mouth. This yummy moment lasted only briefly, for next I felt her horsecrop stinging my tied balls. Ten firm whacks and I was now crying profusely as Sam giggled at my pain.

Untying the rope around my nuts, she roughly yanked the rope free and this hurt just as bad as the stinging from the horsecrop. She rather enjoyed hurting me, so as soon as the rope was off another ten whacks from the horsecrop followed. Whack! Whack! One after the other, the blows landed on my now oh-so sore balls. Crying and screaming out loud, Sam was just laughing at me as she landed the blows on my balls.

As the last stinging blow landed, her pussy was lowered within reach of my mouth and I could now taste the river of juices that had started to flow out of my evil mistress. I couldn’t hear what she was saying to me but I didn’t care as for now the taste of her sweet nectar blinded me to any other inputs….until she grasped my balls between thumb and forefinger once more and squeezed them until I stopped licking her pussy.

She wanted me stick my tongue out, so kartal escort bayan that she could ride up and down on it, using my nose to nudge her clit at times….this riding of my face lasted only a minute or two before she fair gushed and groaned in orgasm.

“Oh fuck”, I heard her mutter as Sam then grasped my throbbing cock, and soon she had slipped my whole length into her drenched hole. Later she would admonish me for having such a horny cock, but for now she was just riding me. The evil mistress seemed gone, now replaced by an insatiable cockwhore.

Over and over she’d cum, now barely able to stand up and support herself, so she unshackled me and led me to her bed. A tenderness that surprised me was now showing from Sam, she even put us into a 69er and started sucking my cock as I lapped at her juicy and now well fucked pussy. Time and again Sam would cum on my face and I’d just lap up all the juices I could, as she briefly would stop sucking cock each time she came.

“Fuck you”, she muttered as yet another orgasm wracked her quivering body. Missionary position is boring for some, but once Sam dragged me on top of her and told me she wanted to be fucked for at least another hour before I was allowed to cum….oh-oh I thought to myself….

A kick in the balls focused me on the task at hand. Oh right, mistress evil is back huh? Looking at my brunette tormentor as she had her knees over my elbows as my cock slipped into her wet hole….the combination of evil/tender/horny was just delectable! The squishing of her juices as did as I was told, fucking her slowly and then occasionally just ramming her with all my might as she approached orgasm, then staying ballsdeep within her cunt as it convulsed and twitched all around my stiff cock….yum!

We lost track of time, and I fucked Sam to her wishes and commands for well over an hour. Next she commanded me to lick her clean. Well, if there’s one thing I can deal to quite well it’s a horny wet pussy! Just licking her clean was easy, for I relish the juices that flow out of a horny woman. A couple of minutes lapping and probing had her pussy clean, albeit extremely puffy. Sucking her swollen outer lips into my mouth brought a moan from Sam, then a her clit got some sucking action the response was more savage. She just grabbed my head and yelled: “Don’t you fucking dare stop now!” As I suckled her clit, her pelvis started to thrust up at me and I couldn’t help but slide a couple of fingers into her pussy, tapping her G-spot. Well, that was it! Howling and bucking into my mouth, Sam squirted and groaned like an animal.

As she came down from this high she just grinningly said: “Again slave.” So I licked and fingered my mistress to several more orgasms. I didn’t count, for I was just focused on making her cum again and again, almost as though I was now in charge… That illusion was shattered when she snapped: “Fuck me again slave, now!”

The intense heat of her cunt as my cock slipped inside her almost made me cum right then. Sam now looked like a wild animal, her eyes bright and wide open, her legs spread as far as possible and she was now rocking up at my cock on each stroke. As Sam was approaching her next orgasm, she howled at me: “Don’t you dare fucking cum yet slave!” So duly I fucked her and kept my sensitive cock deep in her cunt as she maltepe escort bayan enjoyed her orgasm. Seeing the look on my face, Sam reached for my balls and punched them, thus taking the focus of my own impending orgasm. As my face contorted from the pain, Sam was looking as me and then punched me again, this time even harder. It hit me, I never thanked her for the first punch.

“Thank You Mistress! Sorry Mistress for being distracted”, I proferred, but it was too late, evil mistress was back. With one foot she pushed my chest and thus off her. “On your hands and knees slave, hurry up!” she barked as she hopped off the bed and reached for another horsecrop. Whack! Whack! Whack! Three stinging whacks from this crop made my balls wish they could retreat back into my body.

“Thank You Mistress” I said as quickly as I could. The evil laugh came just before another three whacks landed on my balls, which now felt like they were on fire. “Thank You Mistress” I said thru the tears, the pain now making my head spin.

Mmmmm, I heard Sam mutter. Then three more whacks from the crop landed. “Thank You Mistress” I said in a barely audible voice as the pain now had me crying and breathing erratically.

“You said what slave?” Sam quizzed in her evil voice, another three whacks landing right thereafter.

“Thank You Mistress, You are so generous to me, Thank You Mistress!!” I offered as tears dripped from me, my body heaving from the breathing.

“That is better!” Sam said, with each word landing one more blow from that bastard horsecrop.

“Oh Thank You so much Mistress!” I cried out as I collapsed onto the floor and felt close to passing out.

The evil mistress was now so horny though, she wanted to be fucked once more. Delivering twenty blows to my bum, she got my attention, especially when offering to land the next twenty blows on my nuts. I was rockhard still, which seems improbable now, but at the time the pain was surpassed by the excitement of the situation.

“Oh ok, roll onto your back then slave,” Sam suggested as I moved slower than she’d expected.

“Mmmmm, that’s what I like to see,” Sam commented in a husky voice as she saw my rockhard cock now pointing up, just waiting for her to impale herself on.

“Now for the real test slave,” Sam continued, “I want to cum once, then as I start my second orgasm you can cum too.”

The intensity of the situation made it so hard not to cum as Sam slipped my cock into her dripping cunt, now oozing thick lube and feeling sooooo hot. Not even thirty seconds of riding me and Sam came, violently rocking back and forth on my dick.

Only a brief spell and then she started riding me again, now ramming herself down onto me with gusto and calling out to me: “Not long now slave”.

Soon enough I could feel her cunt convulsing again and I was only too relieved to let go, spewing a nice load into the pussy of the evil mistress who had beaten my balls so hard I was doubting whether I’d be able to cum at all…

“Yum, cleanup time!” Sam announced as she hopped off my cock and promptly planted her full cunt on my mouth. “Lick slave, clean up your mess!” she barked as I began licking my own spunk, combined with her juices from her well used hole. As flicked her clit a few too many times, I got a slap in the balls warning me not to get cocky…

Cuddling up under the covers after this session with my evil mistress, she told me she was just amazed at how much pain I could handle in my balls. I told her I couldn’t believe she could dish that much pain out so easily. The rest of the night we fucked tenderly, kissing, licking and sucking each other to several more yummy orgasms.

The future would hold lots more pain, but also loads of pleasure for me….

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*

Just as I was making the final preparations to light the barbeque the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that?” yelled Lisa.

I quickly wiped my hands and ran to the door. When I opened it, I’m sure my jaw dropped a foot. There was Kathy looking absolutely stunning. Her long hair was flowing down over her shoulders. She was quite tan. And she was wearing the smallest, tightest tube top I’d ever seen. It was blatantly obvious she didn’t have a bra on, and her nipples were making a couple of prominent pokes in the material. She had on the tightest, shortest shorts I’d ever seen too. Her long legs ran down into a pair of 4 inch heel sandals which were a blood red color that matched her finger and toe nail polish. I couldn’t help staring. I looked her up and down slowly twice before I could speak.

“My, don’t you look great!” was the only coherent (if stupid) thing that I could get out of my mouth.

Just about that time Lisa showed up. In a tone that both indicated mirth at my loss of place and irritation at my ineptitude, she said “Aren’t you going to invite Kathy in?”

“Of course” I said, slowly regaining my composure.

“Here is my contribution to dinner” Kathy added, handing me a bottle of chilled wine.

By this time the women were on there way toward the back yard, as if I wasn’t even present. My mind was still swirling, what the Hell was up. Kathy had NEVER dressed anything like this when she came over. In fact, in all the years I’d known her, she’d never dressed in anything this sexy, at least not that I’d seen. That fact coupled with Lisa’s earlier behavior was an indication that these two had cooked something up and that it was going to be at my expense. I had no idea what it was though.

Waiting just a minute for the hard-on that had spontaneously sprouted when I’d seen Kathy and trying to get a still better grip on the situation, I headed for the back porch. By now I could at least think and talk. Trying to avoid looking at either of them, but not act like any more of a fool, I finally asked if anyone wanted a glass of wine. Both indicated they would like some of the Chardonnay Kathy had brought. I fetched each of them a glass and returned to the kitchen to pour myself a rather stiff bourbon and water.

While I was getting the coals going for the ribs Lisa walked by and whispered, “You can have one of those and nothing else to drink until dinner, clear!” It wasn’t ataşehir escort bayan a question. “I don’t want you to embarrass me any more this evening, and trust me you don’t want to find out what will happen if you do.”

While it was evident things were unfolding exactly as Lisa intended, she was dead serious I could tell. The admonition about 30 cumless days wasn’t forgotten either.

While I worked at the barbeque on the deck, Lisa and Kathy were ostensibly checking out the recently redone back yard landscape. Bending over Lisa’s new bonsai, standing on tiptoes to smell the flowering trees. You get the idea. Even I could tell it was all a sham to give me a constant show of tits and ass. Notwithstanding the fact that I knew exactly what was going on, I couldn’t help but stare, nor could I control the tent pole effect it was having in my shorts. As the two of them came up the few steps to the deck I saw Kathy definitely stare at my predicament. She acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the huge grin she gave me while looking straight into my eyes as they headed for the kitchen to refresh their wine.

For the first time I realized the full effect of being teased regularly and cumming infrequently. The more subtle non-physical teasing I was being subjected to this evening was nearly as devastating and frustrating as the more direct stimulations that I’d become accustomed to the last few months.

Finally dinner was ready as I served the food and poured the dinner wine, Kathy and Lisa were back to acting as if I wasn’t even there. Talking about “girl things” and ignoring me completely. During dinner things started out rather normal, but soon Lisa was up to one of her favorite tricks, which was to plant one foot in my crotch and start her slow methodical strokes of my shaft. Very soon I was rock hard and having a very hard time acting normal.

Kathy soon asked, “Is something wrong Peter, you seem to have lost your appetite.”

I mumbled that I was fine and tried to resume eating. Finally Lisa stopped, but within seconds, well before I could begin to recover, she asked me to go to the kitchen for something. I looked straight at her and she returned a look that left no doubt as to its message, GO! Even as baggy as my shorts were, my condition was going to be blatantly obvious the second I stood. I hesitated just an instant longer, then rose and turned to head for the kitchen as quickly as I could.

I was about half way there when Lisa said, “Here, pendik escort bayan take this with you as long as you’re going.”

I was mortified, I’d have no choice but to turn and face them and walk straight toward them. It would be impossible to miss my hard on. I felt my face turn crimson. I took one more step toward the kitchen and finally turned back to the table. The two of them were silent, and had their eyes glued to my bulging cock.

As I reached the table Lisa handed me the empty platter and with a wicked grin, said “Thanks”.

I headed back to the kitchen, more embarrassed than I’d even been in my whole life. As I turned the corner into the other room Lisa and Kathy burst into uncontrollable giggling.

It was obvious that teasing and embarrassing me was the agenda for the night, and that Kathy was totally clued in. Once again my mind was reeling. Lisa’s ability to continually push beyond the edge of the envelop was growing daily. My ability to keep up was in question, but the cost of failure was too high to not go along. Plus I knew that it would only momentarily delay the inevitable. I was in the kitchen for quite some time, trying to wait for my cock to soften. In spite of the embarrassment I felt, I was unbelievably turned on and it took several minutes before my shorts could adequately conceal my now only semi-hard dick.

When I finally returned with what Lisa had originally requested, she said with that same grin, “It sure took you long enough.”

Kathy let out a giggle that she was clearly trying to contain but couldn’t. I turned beet red again. I was very confused, in spite of nothing more than embarrassing me some more I was starting to get hard again.

Lisa and Kathy poured the last of the wine in their glasses and headed for the living room. Lisa “suggested” that I clear the table and then join them. I was doing my clean up rather slowly, to give my self the opportunity to get a grip on the situation. I hadn’t even considered that Lisa would expand our new situation beyond the two of us and the confines of our home. Now I was questioning how far this might ultimately go, and even if there were any limits. That thought actually scared me. Finally I had the place pretty well cleaned up and had stalled as long as I thought I dared. Pouring my self the last of the wine I headed for the living room.

When I got there Lisa and Kathy were both just finishing their wine and I was sent back to open another bottle. By now I’d had one drink while cooking ümraniye escort bayan and about a glass and a half of wine with dinner. I would have had more, but when I was pouring my second wine Lisa gave me a look that contained a clear message. The girls however had each had a few glasses, and while hardly drunk, they were clearly ‘relaxed’.

“Peter, I haven’t told you the whole reason I invited Kathy over tonight” Lisa began (I started to worry) “Kathy needs our help and advice about something.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relieve. It didn’t happen often, but there had been a few times before when Kathy had asked us for things like this. For example since I work in financial services, I’d once help her by getting her some information about refinancing her condo.

“Shoot,” I said “anything I can do to help out a friend.”

Not that it would have mattered, but that turned out to be exactly the wrong thing for me to say.

“Oh good” they said in unison and then laughed.

“Do you remember that Friday night, when I was stroking you with my feet and the phone rang?”

“Lisa” I yelled.

Both of them giggled.

“Oh don’t be such a prude, Kathy knows all about that.”

Once again I turned bright red. ‘That’ Friday night was the beginning of Lisa’s and my teasing and denial lifestyle. (Read the rather long story Friday night for the details.) During one particularly intense portion of the evening Kathy had called and Lisa talked with her as if nothing else was going on. And there had been another time during one of our teasing sessions that Lisa had stopped abruptly to answer a call from Kathy. I’d already suspected that the second one was set up, now I was sure.

It turned out that Lisa’s cryptic comments on the phone that evening had aroused Kathy’s curiosity. During a subsequent conversation Lisa had told the whole story to Kathy and had been keeping her up to date on how life was progressing ever sense. Unbeknownst to me, Kathy was actually quite a cock tease. Evidently since I was her best friend’s husband when we first met, I’d never seen that side of her. Now she had a new guy she was dating and wanted some ideas to take it a step further.

My mind was a blur, so I’d only been getting about half of what Lisa was saying until she dropped the bomb.

“So tonight I’m going to demonstrate some techniques for Kathy that she can try on Bob (her new guy).”

“Are you nuts?” I yelled.

Lisa became very stern and said slowly, “I know this is unexpected for you, so I’m going to overlook that outburst this once. But remember what I told you before Kathy arrived. I’m not going to remind you a second time.”

With that Lisa told me to go into the bedroom and undress. I was to wait there until they came in, and I’d better be naked.

To be continued…

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