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“Mrs Carmall, excuse me, could you come over here for a moment, please?”

Jennifer looked across the wide corridor towards the young gentleman standing outside the Customs and Revenue Inspectorate office. She flushed slightly, partly from surprise, partly from uncertainty as to why she should be called over at this stage. Carefully, she manoeuvred herself out of the stream of passengers and across towards the very smartly-dressed young man who had called to her.

Jennifer looked at his name badge, then up at Officer Lammar Imiken. A slight, almost imperceptible shiver ran down her spine. She was genuinely perplexed.

“Is there a problem, Officer?”

The officer looked directly at her, but not in a particularly threatening way, and smiled.

“I just need to clarify a small matter before you board the ferry, Mrs. Carmall. May I just take a quick look at your passport, please?”

Jennifer rummaged through her shoulder bag and tendered the requested document.

“Can you excuse me for just a moment, please, I need to tell my friends that I’ll catch them up as soon as we have finished here.”

Officer Imiken nodded and took the proffered passport. “Of course, please do.”

Jennifer walked the few paces back to where Jo, Katrina and Sam were waiting and explained that she just needed to sort something out and that she would catch up with them in the waiting area as soon as the matter had been resolved. All of them were equally perplexed, but they knew from experience that such things tend to happen and they were confident that it would not in any way cast a shadow over the perfect weekend that they had spent on the island of Kaylar, about 85 miles from the mainland.

***

Jennifer’s promotion to executive level had been expected, but this did not diminish the almost universal delight that greeted the announcement of this rise up the management hierarchy. Now, she would have an opportunity to put her undisputed skills to work in advancing the cause of her dynamic employer even farther.

Jo, Katrina and Sam were Jennifer’s closest friends and there was an unwritten understanding that major events had to be celebrated in a manner appropriate to the occasion. Thus it was that all four of them found themselves one cold Thursday evening at a rainy provincial airport, boarding an aircraft bound for Kerata, on the first leg of their long journey to the port where they would catch the ferry that would ultimately deliver them to Kaylar, one of the few resorts of its quality not to have an airport of its own.

The four women, with ages ranging from late 30s to early 50s, worked with a fifth woman, a 55-year old by the name of Judith. Whilst they all worked well and efficiently together, there was not the same closeness with Judith as there was amongst the rest of them. There was certainly no obvious hostility and the status of the relationships between the four and Judith could best be described as business-like and civil.

That said, Judith had been very quick to congratulate Jo on her commendable achievement at the relatively young age of 42 and with only 11 years’ experience, compared with the 28 years that Judith had spent working her way slowly up the ladder.

Over champagne celebrations at the office, there was a lengthy discussion as to where the most suitable place would be to commemorate this promotion in real style. In fact, it was Judith who suggested Kaylar, an island of which the others knew very little, but to which they soon began to warm as Judith shared photographs on her mobile ‘phone that she and her partner had taken during the previous year. The idea of long flight followed by an even longer rail journey and a 3-hour ferry crossing had threatened to divert their choice to a more familiar sun-trap, but at the brasserie where more senior staff from The Hallswell Design Consultancy tended to congregate for lunch and for such events, a few more glasses of champagne helped to clinch the agreement and four bookings were made the following day for an 8-day package, departing for Kaylar on the Monday and returning one week later.

Judith had been invited to join the group, for they all felt that it would have been less than kind to omit her, but, as predicted, she declined very politely, on the pretext that she was expecting family to spend the Easter weekend with her and her partner. However, she did make one discreet request to Jennifer, asking if she would be so kind as to visit an unusual antique dealer on the island, at a shop tucked away in a back street far from the main tourist area in Jaralam, the main town on the island. Judith had written some notes down on a piece of paper, with an address and a telephone number, also with a photograph of a small objet d’art that she said that she had been unable to obtain during her visit. She also placed a £50 note in the envelope, assuring Jennifer that this would cover the purchase price.

As the travellers were about to set off, Judith went round all her colleagues bakırköy escort to wish them well, reserving a particularly and totally unexpected hug for Jennifer.

“I just know you are going to love that place. You are not going to find it easy to travel home after your break there. It leaves a profound mark on you.”

Jennifer returned the hug equally warmly as her mind attempted to get to grips with this sudden apparent thaw in a colleague who had always appeared to maintain a social distance from her four colleagues. In fact, Jennifer was all the more surprised inasmuch as she was sure that Judith had set her heart on the post to which she had been appointed, placing her several steps higher up the ladder than her older colleague. However, there had been no obvious sign of resentment, a fact that had been greeted with universal relief.

As Judith walked to her car after saying goodbye to the travellers, a smirk developed gradually across a countenance that rarely displayed emotion of any kind. She recalled the fascinating antique shop and the extremely knowledgeable Mr Batar, with his detailed recall of the ancient history of this island that was now almost forgotten to all except for a few discerning and well-off travellers and to students of ancient civilizations.

As she approached her car, her bottom twitched slightly as her mind dallied upon her experiences in that remote place and the smirk widened and blossomed into a full-blown leery grin.

***

Quite apart from the abundance of small, secluded sunny beaches, fragrant woodlands, colourful meadows and quaint villages and from the virtual absence of motor vehicles, except for emergency services, highly efficient ‘buses, small goods vehicles and taxis, Kaylar was renowned amongst the cognoscenti for one or two other reasons, one of which was that it was home to the sole source of an extremely rare mineral with unique properties.

Marverdenium, a name derived from what had been regarded as a likeness to sea-green, was a truly beautiful mineral of a rich colouring that changed with the angle of the light. It had been used by the Imenari people who had once occupied the island and it owed its existence to an extinct volcano. It was not easy to carve, but Imenari craftsmen had succeeded in creating artefacts of great beauty and of enormous value from this mineral, the rarity of which had led the government to impose a total ban upon exports in 1984, since which time instances of successful breaching of the strict barrier set up to prevent misappropriation could be counted on two hands. In fact, there was a detailed notice that was handed out to all visitors to the island, warning against attempts at taking anything made from this mineral off the island, complete with details of the sanctions that anyone who was caught so doing might face. It was emphasised that it was the responsibility of individual purchasers to verify that any items that they acquired did not contain the mineral, for which purpose dedicated assay offices had been set up at a small number of popular sites on the island. To many people, those sanctions, which could be applied summarily, were surprising, if not completely astonishing, even shocking.

A few foolhardy visitors had failed to take heed of that notice, issued jointly by the Kaylar Chamber of Antiquities and the Public Office for Customs and Revenue. None had forgotten the consequences, albeit for very different reasons.

Scientifically, the unique feature of marverdenium was its radioactive signature, which distinguished it from all other sources of radioactivity. Fortunately, radiation levels were extremely low and, outside of a scientific laboratory, only the sophisticated equipment at the government assay offices was capable of detecting this distinguishing feature.

***

Kaylar enjoyed what was probably one of the best climates to be found anywhere on the planet. Such precipitation as there was tended to fall after dusk or, more commonly, in the early hours. Day-time rain, apart from the odd shower, was almost unknown. Temperatures rarely fell below 15°C and, thanks to a cool ocean current on the west side, had never been recorded at a level higher than 32°C. During the weekend of celebrations, it hovered comfortably around the 25°C mark, with just the odd cloud to interrupt the sunshine.

Being seasoned hedonists, the travelling ladies took full advantage of the weather and lapped up the sunshine as they spread themselves out on the soft sandy beach at the resort and whilst they walked in the richly fragrant gardens and woodland surrounding the hotel. Unsurprisingly, there was considerable laughter and giggling and all four ladies slept extremely well, with a little help from delicious island cuisine and excellent local wines.

After looking at the long-range weather forecast, Jennifer had decided that the best time to run her shopping errand would probably be during the early bahçelievler escort part of Saturday, since it had been predicted that the island would be slightly overcast until around 11 a.m. It was, therefore, agreed that all four of them would take an early ‘bus from the hotel, so that they could be in the market-place by nine o’clock, in time for a light breakfast before doing the rounds of the amazing Saturday market, vibrant with music from a variety of countries and with an array of colours and textures that could not fail to appeal to an appreciative audience of well-travelled ladies.

After a mid-morning coffee at a café overlooking the harbour, Jennifer announced that she was going to wander off independently for a short while. The others felt that this would be a good idea, so they dispersed having agreed to meet at the ‘bus station at 11.40, to return in time for lunch at the hotel.

Jennifer was surprised at how quickly and easily she managed to locate Mr Batar’s fascinating antique shop close to the Old Goat Market, but Judith had always been very good at giving directions. As Jennifer entered the establishment, she was greeted by the proprietor, who was talking to his young male assistant.

Rarely had Jennifer seen such unusual pieces, in a whole variety of materials, colours and shapes, ranging from glassware to metalware and delicate porcelain. In fact, the only material that she had not seen in the shop was marverdenium, although her visit to the Imenari Museum during the previous evening had shown her just how beautiful and unusual this mineral was.

After selecting a couple of unusual items, Jennifer made her way to the counter, where Mr Batar was now alone. He greeted her with the friendly warmth that Jennifer had found in all the island people whom she had met and asked if she had found everything that she had been seeking.

Jennifer was just about to say ‘yes’ when she remembered the envelope in her bag. Carefully, she opened it and showed Mr Batar the photograph before asking if it was an item that he might have available for sale. The proprietor’s expression changed momentarily to one of caution verging on anxiety, but he soon regained control of himself and disappeared into the back of the shop.

As Jennifer left the antique shop to join her friends, the cautionary words of Mr Batar still echoed through her mind. Meticulously, she recited his advice to herself, remembering to keep the small item in the bubble wrap in which he had sold it to her, both to protect it against damage and to keep it from prying eyes, for there were antique thieves who would descend to all manner of devious behaviour in order to relieve her of it. Her thought drifted back to the shiny black object that appeared to be coated in shellac and that bore an ancient fertility symbol. She would keep it, as recommended, amongst the personal effects that she carried around in a zipped compartment in her shoulder bag, in order to ensure its safekeeping. She smiled to herself and wondered if her efforts on behalf of Judith marked a total change in the social structure within their group.

As forecast, the sun returned to full strength, cooled slightly by a gentle onshore breeze, as morning turned into afternoon. In perfect keeping with the information that Judith had provided, the four of them spent the next forty-eight hours in what felt like a totally different world, far removed from the artificial hustle and bustle of their everyday lives. The calm of the evenings, as they watched glorious sunsets from two different shoreline restaurants, was a medicine in itself. The gastronomic delights of the island were just the icing on a very nourishing cake.

By the time the four ladies had returned to the port to catch the ferry back to the mainland, during the late afternoon on the following Monday, they were in a totally relaxed frame of mind, all resolved to return to this surprising place with their respective partners for a proper holiday at the first opportunity.

***

Jennifer walked quickly back to Officer Imiken, who was now standing with a young woman who appeared to be in her late 20s and whose name-badge identified her as Alari Essalta, Inspector of Customs and Revenue, and with an older gentleman in civilian clothing, identified as Kammar Olesse, Head of Port Security. Officer Imiken introduced Jennifer to his two colleagues before leading the way into a modern, brightly-lit office innocuously labelled as “Port Security Administration”.

Jennifer was beginning to feel slightly uneasy and clung somewhat nervously to her shoulder bag.

“Officer Imiken, could I have my passport please. I don’t want to forget it!”

The officer walked round the desk to his seat, whilst his two colleagues took their seats close by.

“I need to retain it for a very short while, Mrs Carmall, while we complete these simple formalities. We don’t want to cause you any undue inconvenience.”

Jennifer’s zeytinburnu escort anxiety was allayed to some extent by the almost musical and very attractive accent in which Officer Imiken spoke English with complete fluency.

“Could you explain, please. I’m not quite sure what is going on.”

Officer Imiken smiled. “I’ll let Mr Olesse explain it all to you.”

Jennifer nodded, frowned and turned to face the older gentleman from Port Security, who addressed her in a somewhat deeper and slightly crisper tone.

“Mrs Carmall, you will recall that your hand baggage was run through the scanner as you entered the embarkation area.”

Jennifer nodded.

“Well, as your shoulder bag was emerging from the scanner, a warning light was triggered, so we just need to make absolutely certain that this was simply a malfunction. May I look at your bag, please?”

Jennifer stuttered slightly as she passed her bag hesitantly to Mr Olesse. “What kind of a warning was it?”

“It was a radiation warning, Mrs Carmall. So we need to be absolutely sure that you are safe to board the ferry.”

Jennifer went pale as visions of radiation sickness crossed her mind and news stories of radioactive poisons were resurrected in her memory.

Sensing her alarm, Mr Olesse went on. “Please don’t be alarmed, Mrs Carmall, since the level of radiation was extremely low. We just need to identify the source or demonstrate that the system malfunctioned.”

Jennifer watched silently as Officer Essalta donned white silk gloves and carefully removed each item of property from the bag. Once the entire contents had been laid out on the desk, three pairs of local eyes fell upon one small package, carefully and neatly wrapped and very well sealed. The officer looked at Jennifer and asked her in a very straightforward, even warm tone if she would be so kind as to open the package.

Jennifer looked at the young woman with a mixture of uncertainty and slight annoyance.

“It’s actually a package I am taking back to the UK for a lady with whom I work. I purchased it on her behalf at…”

Officer Essalta took up the statement: “…at Imenari Antiques, in the Old Goat Market.”

Jennifer’s jaw half-dropped.

“How did you know that?”

“Well, we have been keeping watch on that establishment for a while as we are slightly concerned about possible irregularities there.”

“Irregularities? You mean drugs? Stolen goods?”

“No, Mrs Carmall, historic relics made from a very particular material – marverdenium.”

Jennifer sighed with relief. She had read the literature and she recalled that marverdenium was renowned for its rich colouring, whereas this object was glossy black and the knowledgeable Mr Batar had informed her that it was a rare amulet made from an early form of glass and coated with shellac. She smiled.

“Well that is a relief, Officer Essalta, because this material looks nothing like marverdenium.”

The officer made no comment but watched as the item was unwrapped and set on the desk in front of Mr Olesse, who donned white gloves, picked the item up, examined it with the naked eye and then stood up, looking at Jennifer with a quizzical expression on his face.

“Glass and shellac, you say. Well let me just confirm that.”

Mr Olesse turned around and walked across to a very sophisticated looking machine, similar in size to a domestic microwave oven that would not have looked out of place in an advanced technology laboratory. Officers Imiken and Essalta joined him. There was a gentle hum as the device was switched on. After a few seconds, a ‘Ready’ message appeared on the LED display. The Head of Port Security placed the item on a ceramic plate before pressing the ‘Start’ button.

It was only a matter of seconds before a fresh reading appeared in red characters on the display. It simply read “Marverdenium”.

A whirring sound announced the emergence of a printed ticket and a photographic image, which were then placed on a steel tray, along with the artefact.

It was Officer Essalta who next addressed Jennifer, in a calm, mellifluous tone that completely misrepresented Jennifer’s predicament:

“Mrs Carmall, you have been found in illegal possession of a prohibited export item, within the meaning of the Export of Antiquities (Unlawful Materials) Order dated April 1984, whilst preparing to board a vessel sailing from the Island of Kaylar. You now have…”

Jennifer’s voice did not in any way disguise her panic as she interjected: “B-b-b-u-u-ttt I had no idea..”

Officer Essalta calmly gestured to her to remain quiet until the full charge had been read out.

“You now have two options. You may defend yourself before the next Minor Offences Court or you may have the matter heard summarily by the Port Magistrate. If you opt for the latter, you will be free to leave as soon as the Magistrate has given judgment and set the appropriate penalty. If you opt for the former, you will be returned to your hotel to await the next Court session, which takes place next Thursday.”

Jennifer was completely dumbfounded, but found herself in an impossible situation. She could not possibly afford to miss her return to work, in her new role, on Tuesday, so she would have to take a gamble and entrust her fate to the Magistrate.

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The girl took the three steps to the tool shed. Her hand slowly reached out towards the knob. It seemed like forever and a day had passed before she turned the handle. Her panting was heavy before her breath caught in her throat. Pushing the door open, she winced to the creepy creaking of the old wood. Shivers ran down her spine and it wasn’t because of the temperature that Halloween night. Her skanky heels sank deeper into the damp lawn below. The door finally swung open and she took a step inside.

It was dark; darker since the moonlight didn’t travel through the musty windows. She desperately wanted to cough. The smell in the air reeked of death and decay. Stepping further inside, the floor boards squeaked just as the door had. Her big blue eyes that shone perfectly, even without light, flicked around the shed. She tried her damnedest to make out some shape. There! She saw something move. What was that? Was it her little brother? Taking a step forward, reaching her hand out . . .

* * *

The killer lurched out on the screen and grabbed the girl, throwing her down on the shed floor. The sudden movements on the television screen made me jump in my seat and scream out. Luckily, I was watching this horribly terrifying movie in the comfort of my own home, and not in public. My rather “baby-like” demeanor would have been an embarrassing sight. Equally lucky, I was not alone. Cuddling back into the strong arms that were wrapped around me, I pulled the blanket up to cover my eyes. The killer was now slaughtering the blonde bimbo with fake boobs; I did not want to watch.

Your chuckle vibrated my ears. “Kitten, you really can’t stomach this?” Smooth, but deep enough to make my juices run, your whispers tickled my soft skin. With a little grumble, I looked up to you and shrugged. I loved watching movies with you, even more so when I got to sit closer because I was “scared”, but watching someone gut another like a fish was not on the top of my list to enjoy. The eerie music from the scene continued to blast from the speakers and I pulled the blanket up around my cheek more.

It was Halloween night. The movie was perfect for the occasion. Doing its job correctly, I was scared ‘shitless’. Of course, that just meant I needed my strong Dominant to keep me protected. Sometimes, acting like an innocent baby got me the best cuddles. Eventually, the movie ended and I felt a little pat on my thigh. “Go get dressed now. We should head over to the neighbor’s party,” you ordered and of course, I ran off without hesitation.

Tonight, was the one night of the year that I got to dress up in all my slutty outfits, all my latex and PVC, my leather and my fishnets ; and the levent escort only dirty looks I would get would be the ones of lust. After a shower, I started to apply my lotion to keep my skin moisturized with a slight sheen all night long. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I poked my head out and called down the stairs for you. It wasn’t long before you stepped into my room and sat at the foot of my bed. I was still in the nude as I turned to face you.

“Sir, are you going to get into a costume as well?” I asked while bending over slightly and moving my hands along my bare legs. The lotion coated my silky skin before I rubbed it all in, producing just the perfect amount of healthy shine to it. My wet hair spilled around my shoulders as I moved my hands up more. I let them linger in the pelvic region, making sure your eyes were watching my fingers play across my skin. Knowing that the slight tease was enough to keep you interested.

“I will eventually. I’m a bit busy at the moment,” you informed me, lying back in my bed and propping yourself up on one elbow. In this position, I got a nice view of your crotch. Already, I could see a slight hard on form under the thin pajama fabric you wore. A small smirk danced across my full lips as I moved my hands to my stomach, rubbing in some more lotion. It didn’t take long for me to finish there and apply the lotion to my breasts. I knew this was one of your favorite parts of my body which only meant . . . the less time I spent on them. . . the more of a tease I would be. Flicking my nipples with my nail, I rubbed lotion into my ample mounds. My light brown eyes watched you, watching me. It was good to know that my movements could keep you so memorized, so wrapped up.

Another little flick to my nipples and my hands moved up, spreading the lotion on my arms. Your show was done; I knew that you would be a little frustrated. Standing up, you looked at me with one of those evil grins you have been known to sport. “Tease,” you hissed, but prevented any reply from me with a soft kiss. Walking out of my room, you left me to finish getting ready. I assumed you would go ‘take care of things’ before getting ready yourself.

I pulled up my fishnet stockings and let them hug my legs. No Halloween costume was complete without them and I adored the way they made my muscles look. Next, I pulled on my undergarments. I couldn’t go without a bra, my tits were just took luscious for that. Snapping a red and black bra in the front, I admired how it pushed my cleavage into view. I knew that you would appreciate this most of all and I smiled with that thought. As I pulled up the match boy cihangir escort shorts, I paused. Maybe tonight, being the naughty little submissive I was, I could go without these. Maybe, just maybe, that would earn me a raw fuck in the bathroom later on . . . There was a good chance. The panties were tossed into the hamper.

The bottom half of my costume did not really leave anything to the imagination. Just barely covering my ass, I carefully smoothed out the red and black ruffles of my skirt, and then plumped them back up for a very sexy little tutu. If someone were to look carefully, they would have been able to get a nice little show through the sheer fabric. Turning around and bending over, I checked if my slit was visible in this position. It was. Good; I would have to make sure that you got a nice view of that later on. I finished up my costume with the matching corset, tying it up in the front. Sitting down on my bed, I quickly pulled my very high, very sexy, latex platforms. They laced up in the front and I hurried through that as fast as I could. I’m sure you were already ready to get going and I would probably get a spank for taking so long.

Trotting down the stairs, I made my way into the living room. As I rounded the corner I could see that the television was on again. Strange; I could have sworn I turned it off. There was another B-rated horror movie on, lots of screaming and creepy music. I started to lower into a kneel but quickly realized you were not in the room. “Sir!” I called out, turning around to climb the stairs again, “We are going to be late.” I pushed my way into your room and looked around. The lights were off and I could barely make out the furniture. Assuming you weren’t in the room, I turned on a heel to leave.

With a small sigh, I crossed the room back to the open door. It was then that I saw a little note hanging from the back of your hard wood door. Flicking on the light, I retrieved the note and read it over. : ‘Already headed to the party, baby. Hurry your ass up and get over here.’ I crumbled up the note and tossed it aside with a loud grunt. Since you weren’t in the room, I really didn’t have to hold back my eye roll.

“First he tells me to get ready and then he leaves without me. Ass.” I muttered under my breath while running down the stairs. Before leaving I gave myself a once over in a mirror. My costume was flawless; I looked desirable. I didn’t know exactly what I was, but that didn’t matter. The final check was to make sure I had the correct collar on and that it glistened in the light beautifully.

Locking up the house, I crossed down to the sidewalk and started feriköy escort my three block walk to the party. It was a cold night. The wind blew my hair around and the leaves rustled with each step I took. Forgetting a jacket in my rush, I cuddled my arms to my chest. The cold sent chills up my spine and goose bumps down my arms. The darkness didn’t help. All the streetlamps must have been out for the only light to guide my way was that of the full moon.

A small shuffling sound distracted me from the cold for a tiny moment. It was hard to tell if it was just the leaves dancing in the wind, so I continued walking. My abnormally large plat-formed heels clicked as they made contact with the hard pavement of the sidewalk. All these different noises around just confirmed my thoughts of a paranoid mind making up other noises to compliment. Until . . . I heard it again. The sound was very distinct. It was the shuffle of heavy footfalls. Stopping dead in my tracks, I listened. Looking in the one spot no one ever wants to look, the corner of my eye, I glanced over my shoulder to see who was following me.

Seeing nothing, I almost laughed to myself. How could I be so foolish to think someone was following me? Silly imagination. It was those terrifying movies you insist I watched with you tonight; my mind was getting the best of me. To anyone watching though, they would have noticed that my pace quickened as I resumed making my way to the party. The faster it was that I could be in your arms again, the better.

My thoughts drifted off then to how much I adored my living arrangements now. It had been a couple of months since my first day and I have adjusted nicely. Didn’t take long for us to fall into a simple routine. I was grateful. Before you found me, I was lost. I needed a strong dominant figure in my life. . . I needed to give myself to someone and there you were; welcomed me with open —

I heard the sound again, stopping any warm thoughts I had immediately. This time, I quickly spun around; unfolding my arms from my chest, ready to fight off any type of ghoul that was coming to get me. I was expecting Michael Myers. He was always trying to pick people off. My arms flailed as I looked around for my stalker. It wasn’t until after I was sprawled on the dark and empty street that I even realized I was knocked down.

Feeling a small pain radiating on the back of my head, I groaned and attempted to sit up. No luck. Something was pinning me down. Something was keeping me from moving at all. A heavy weight was covering every inch of me. I started to panic. What was happening? Why was it happening? The next thing I did was completely instinctual. I parted my lips and screamed as loud as I could.

Nothing.

Something was quickly over my mouth, preventing my screams and even preventing any breathing. My panic kicked into overdrive as I attempted to squirm around. For some reason, my eyes were blurry and I couldn’t see a thing. . .

And then darkness. Everything faded to black.

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After the epic day that saw Julie lose, as she called it, her assginity we had three more days in Playa del Carmen.

It was pretty low key. Sleep in late, eat a nice meal in the house, lounge around the pool, go out to one of the many fantastic restaurants, then a quiet evening around the pool.

Oh yeah, and fuck like teenagers where we could find a flat reasonably private spot. Julie could take my cock in her pussy with no problems and only needed a little lube to take it up her cute ass.

We laughed and joked, hugged and talked, swam and sunned all day and half the night. Then, all too soon, it was time to go back.

Geraldo showed up to take us to the airport. We made it in good order, cleared customs and immigration and had a nice flight home.

We got in about 8 pm and retrieving my truck we started back to town.

“Where do you want to go,” I asked Julie, “my place or yours.”

“Mine,” she said, “I don’t have any of my things at your house and I have to work I the morning.”

As an afterthought she said, “And no, I don’t want you to stay at my place. I want to go to bed alone and just savor all the memories. This has been, without a doubt, the best week of my life, bar none.”

“That actually sounds like a good idea,” I replied, “it really has been the best week of my life also.”

We pulled up at her place and I carried her bag to the door. At the door she turned and put her hand on my chest. “No you don’t buster,” said said firmly, “put the bag down and leave. If I let you in the house you’ll have me bent over the back of the couch in a heartbeat.”

I laughed and agreed that that would probably happen. I kissed her and headed to the truck.

“I’m on days so come by at 11:30 with lunch, pizza from Sammy’s would be great,” she said as she opened her door, waved, and stepped in.

The next morning was filled with meetings and business stuff. I barely made it in time to pick up the pizza and get to the C store. I texted and said come and get it and carried the pizza to the picnic table. Julie came out with two sodas and sat down.

“I never told you what kind I liked,” she said, “what did you get?” I told her my favorite was pepperoni and mushroom so half was that and half just pepperoni. She opened the box and spun it around so the pep and mushroom half were in front of her.

“Sucks to be without mushrooms doesn’t it?” she said innocently.

I laughed and we shared the whole pie. We finished and she clapped her hands and said, “I forgot, I have news. Michelle, the day manager got promoted to another store. Mary is the new day manager and I have the most seniority so I am on permanent days with only one weekend a month.”

“Wow, that is good news,” I said as hugged her, “having a day schedule makes life a lot easier.”

“Also means I get my nights free to do, oh I don’t know what,” she mused.

“I can think of what,” I leered at her.

She laughed and said, “Yeah but not tonight, my friend Lou from my old store is coming over. She never liked Danny and we are going to celebrate him being gone.”

“Speaking of such,” I said, “my lawyer, Jerry Carlson, is going to drop off a divorce questionnaire for you to fill out this afternoon.”

“Dammit Gary,” she said, “you can’t keep doing things like that for me, it’s not fair.”

“Hey listen up,” I said, “i want you free and clear of Danny for personal reasons. Also, Jerry is on retainer, I have to pay him whether I use him or not. Your divorce will, in effect, be free.”

“OK,” she said, “I don’t like it. But after I think about it I will accept the fact that in some strange way, you may be right.”

She smiled, gave me a hug and a kiss and went inside. I threw the garbage away and then went in to thank Mary for getting Julie on days.. She just smiled and said that’s what pals are for. I said well then, thanks pal. She came right back with who said I was talking about you being my pal. I gave her a quick hug and was out the door. Thursday passed quickly and I called Julie to see if we were going out on Friday.

“I would love to,” she said, “but Lou and I had such a great time we’re going out to lunch and shopping with her daughter on Saturday. Which means I have to clean my house and do laundry Friday night. I have been an absolute lazy slug since Playa. So no, but definitely Sunday.”

I said, “I’ve met Lou, she seems about my age. How old is her daughter?”

“She just turned 18 last month,” she informed me, “Lou had her very young, she’s only 37. She’s been on her own a while now.”

“Huh,” I said, “she doesn’t look that old. Very well preserved. Divorced?”

“No, she’s a widow actually. Husband got killed on a construction site six years ago. She always says she loved him very much but I think he used to hit her.”

“Why do you think that.” I asked.

“She etiler escort used to come to work and move very carefully, looked like she had a hard time sitting down,” Julie explained, “I never saw a bruise and when I asked her she always had an excuse like I tripped over the dog, I fell on the ice, I fell getting out of the boat. That kind of thing.

“Funny thing is she stopped having these ‘accidents’ after he died. None of my business but I’m not sorry he’s gone.”

“So the girl is a senior this year?” I asked.

“Yup, Sadie is her name, god how old fashioned is that,” she asked, “the sad part is she acts as prim and proper as her name. A lot like me at that age I suppose, not many friends, doesn’t date much.”

“A lot like you two weeks ago you mean,” I teased.

“Exactly,” she declared, “right before you took all my virginity’s and I became good girl.”

I laughed and said goodnight, talk to you tomorrow and hung up.

Julie called me in a panic early Saturday morning saying, “The rain gutter on the front porch is hanging down. The landlord said he can’t get here for a few days. He said get it fixed and take it off next months rent. Who do I call?”

“Take it easy honey, I’ll have one of my guys come over on Monday and take care of it,” I told her.

“But it’s supposed to rain tonight and tomorrow, I’m afraid the rain will tear it all the way off and I’ll have to pay to fix it,” she said on the verge of tears.

“OK,” I said, “I’ll throw a ladder and some tools in the truck and be over. See you in a minute.”

I got to her place and saw that the problem was the gutter had pulled out of the straps. I got it back up and added a couple of screws so it wouldn’t happen again. I put my stuff away and banged on the door.

Julie came out and said, “Thank god you’re here,” she cried, “you see how bad it is.”

I laughed and said, “Hey it’s already fixed, relax.”

She went and looked and shook her head. “I didn’t even hear you. I was in the basement taking laundry out of the dryer and folding it. You are sneaky good. Come on in.”

I followed her in and grabbed her by the tits from behind. “You know what else I’m sneaky good at?”

She turned in my arms laughed and stood on tiptoes for a kiss. “Yes I do know what else you’re sneaky good at doing. Wait, what time is it?” she asked, “she looked at the living room clock. It’s 10:30, Lou and Sadie are coming at noon. That gives us enough time to come too.”

“Great,” I said, “you know, ever since the night I dropped you off and you made a joke about me bending you over the back of the couch I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Eww,” Julie squealed, “thank god dirty minds think alike. I am so horny from thinking about doing it that way. Get your clothes off, I’ll be right back. I didn’t waste any time getting naked and I starting slowly stroking my rod getting it hard. I heard a clicking noise and Julie came around the corner wearing nothing but a pair of red 5” stiletto heels. I gave a whistle and she stopped and posed, one hand on her hip the other in the air.

“I told you I have been thinking about this,” she explained the heels, “I figured if I wore these it would get my pussy up higher and make it easier for you. They also tighten up my legs and butt. What do you think?”

“I think you are a gorgeous, tiny, evil little genius that likes to get fucked hard.”

“And squirt juices all over everything,” she added, “and I have been thinking ahead there too.”

With that she opened the hall closet and brought out three beach towels. One she folded in half and laid on the floor where we were going to stand and folded the others to protect the top and back of the couch.

She bent over and licked the head of my dick and then sucked about four inches into her mouth. She gave me about ten strokes and then stood up, gave me a kiss, turned and draped her body over the back of the couch.

She wiggled her butt and said, “Come and get it.”

I got in behind her and noticed that with the heels on I only had to crouch slightly to get the head slotted into her pussy. She was so wet and hot I slid in to the root on the first stroke. She was tight and my cock slipped into to her easily at the same time. I can’t describe it other than it felt damn good.

I must have been hitting all the right spots for Julie too. Her hips were grinding around in a small circle and she was moaning. In another two minutes she was panting and groaning. Suddenly her pussy latched onto my cock so hard I couldn’t stroke.

“Come for me my good girl,” I encouraged her, “show me how you come. Do it you little cum bunny!”

And there it was, cum running down our legs and shooting into the towels on the couch and the floor. I just held her by the hips until she quit shaking and moaning. She finally relaxed and I started pumping into her again.

“No, no,” she moaned, “I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’s OK babe, just relax, it’s all good,” I said soothingly.

She bağcılar escort moaned again and said, “I didn’t mean we were done, I said my pussy was done. Get that hot cock out of my pussy and into my ass. And don’t stop until you come.”

I may be a guy but I can follow directions. I eased my cock out and rubbed it up and down the mess between her legs and got it coated with juice. I slowly pressed until the head popped in and with no hesitation buried my cock in her cute ass. As soon as I hit bottom I started stroking deep and hard. I was pounding into her so hard her feet were leaving the floor and then making little clicking sounds on the hardwood when I pulled out.

“Oh my god you do that so well, you fuck my tiny little ass so well, she shouted, “but you can do it harder, go ahead ram me full of cock.”

With all our carrying on I didn’t hear anything until, “Julie what are you doing, oh my god, I see what you’re doing.”

I looked over my shoulder and there was a good looking, but dressed kind of frumpy, young lady. I stopped moving and Julie groaned, “Why did you stop fucking my ass, keep going”

By this time the young lady had stepped up to the couch and was staring at the junction of our privates. I was tapping on Julie’s back and calling her name when she came to earth and was coherent.

“What’s the matter,” she asked grumpily.

I said, “We have company. Sadie I presume.” I turned my head to look at her and she smiled and nodded.

“Oh god, don’t let her in. Hurry up and come in me, I want to feel it. I want to put a butt plug in and walk around all day with your cum in my ass.”

At this point Sadie let out a laugh. Julie let out a squeal. I stayed silent trying to figure out the next move.

“Sadie, why don’t you go back outside and give us a few minutes,” I said reasonably.

“Not a fucking chance in hell of that mister,” she said adamantly, “I have never seen people fucking in real life and I’m sure not going to miss this. This is so hot.

“Julie you are so cool, you sound like you like a cock in the ass. The porn videos show the girls like it but porno is kind of like pro wrestling I think. You must be Gary, pleased to meet you. Your cock looks really big. God, Julie I have heard of the term fuck me pumps but you really take it up a notch. Why are those towels all wet?”

This girl would not shut up. Julie was twitching on my cock and I realized she was silently laughing.

This got me going and I started a low chuckle and soon Julie laughed out loud. And Sadie had still not shut up. Simply amazing.

I looked over and she had her leggings and panties down to her knees. She was busy trying to stuff one hand in her pussy the other was furiously rubbing her clit.

“Whoa,” I said, “that’s enough of that right now.”

“Fuck you Gary, I’m 18, I’ll do what I want. Right now I want to see you fuck Julie’s ass.”

Julie started moving her hips back into me and said, “God that bald pussy looks good enough to eat.”

“What do you think Lou is going to say when she finds out about this?” I was the only one thinking rationally at this point and yet I noticed my hips were starting to move also.

Sadie piped up and said, “She would say ‘good for you all, glad someone’s getting some'”

Julie laughed, “Yeah you got that right. Sadie come around and stand on the couch. Wait, take your leggings off first..”

In a flash Sadie had peeled her leggings and panties off and almost ran around the couch.

“Oh my god, what are you going to do?” Sadie asked, “Oh, are you going to eat my pussy? Please eat me out.”

Sadie was up on the couch with her pussy in Julie’s face. Julie was ready to dig in when I asked, “Jules you think this is a good idea?”

Julie looked back at me then she looked up at Sadie.

“Sadie this is entirely up to you. Anything you feel comfortable doing. You can leave right now and we’ll never talk about it. If you stay we’ll talk about it but not to anyone else, understand?”

Sadie looked very serious and then said, “I have a two work answer for you. Eat me.” She grabbed Julies hair and used it to pull Julie’s face into her pussy. My cock has lost some it’s stiffness but watching Sadie’s face contort with pleasure and hearing the slurping noises from Julie

brought it back to life and I started in on Julie’s ass once more.

I could see Sadie was building to a climax and just watched it happen. As much as the young girl had talked before this, her orgasm was almost silent. Just one little moan and her body shook for a few seconds. She pulled away from Julie’s mouth and just watched us fuck.

Now that she wasn’t concentrating on licking Sadie she got back into it and slammed her narrow hips back into me. It didn’t take long before she squirted all over ours legs again. I was getting close and told her so.

Julie told Sadie to go to her bedside table and fetch the biggest black butt plug in the top drawer. Sadie dashed topkapı escort off and soon came back. She had the plug in her mouth lubing and warming it up. When I saw her with the butt plug all the way in her mouth up to the base I lost it and filled Julie’s tight ass with cum.

Sadie came up to me and gave me a long kiss. She pulled away and asked if she could put the plug in. Julie said of course. I pulled out and Sadie quickly and easily got the plug in.

I was standing there with my cock deflating when Sadie dropped down and sucked my cock into her throat in one go. Julie heard her slurping and turned to look. She dropped to her knees and grabbed Sadie’s hair and used it to pull her down harder on my rapidly stiffening cock. Julie was talking dirty to Sadie calling her an ass eating whore and a cock sucking slut. The more she degraded her the harder and deeper Sadie took my cock. Julie pulled her all the way off my cock and saw that I was fully erect. She pushed her head all the way down until Sadie’s lips were in my pubes. Julie held her down for 30 seconds and Sadie just slowly swung her head from side to side. Julie let her head go and Sadie stayed down for ten seconds before slowly coming all the way off. We were both in awe of this 18 year old that could deep throat my seven inches.

Sadie looked at us staring at her and giggled, “I have absolutely no gag reflex so it’s not hard. I can take a ten inch cumber down no problem.”

“By the way Julie, I like the taste of your ass. And Gary that one drop of sperm I got was tasty. Julie where did you learn to eat pussy like that. Obviously you’re not a full time rug muncher, but damn girl you rocked my pussy. I know I don’t make much noise but my bedroom is next to mom’s so I learned to be quiet when I rubbed one out.”

Julie and I looked at each other and smiled. Once the sex was over Sadie was in non stop talk mode. I let her babble on and finally gave the timeout signal.

“Aren’t you two supposed to be shopping with Lou? And where is Lou by the way?”

“I was ready before mom so she asked me to come pick up Julie and then come get her. I was like half an hour early which is why I walked in on you guys. We were supposed to pick her up like 20 minutes ago.”

“You two better get cleaned up and dressed and get out of here,” I clapped my hands together and said, “off you go.”

Sadie said, “Do we have to right now? I got your dick all hard and now I don’t get a load of cum? That’s not fair.”

“Yeah but just think of what a huge load I’ll be able to pump into Julie tonight,” I joked.

The girls grabbed their clothes and disappeared. I grabbed the three towels and mopped the floor where the sprayed juices had missed the towels then took them to the basement and threw them in the washer.

I got to the living room the same time as the girls and we walked out together.

Julie called me at five and asked if I had eaten yet. I had not in the hope she would call and we could go out, so I told her no. She said good because all Sadie had done when they were all out was brag about what a great guy I was. Lou said if he’s such a great guy let’s invite him over for burgers on the grill. I told her I could do better than burgers.

A friend of mine and I had gone in on one of those mail order meat things and they had arrived yesterday. I had pulled two porterhouse and two T bones out of the box and had them thawed in the fridge. I asked if they were up for that. When Julie relayed the info all I heard was cheering and clapping in the background. I told Julie I would take the meat out now and try to get them to room temperature by the time I put them on the grill. They conferred about sides and told be to be there at 6:30 to put the steaks on and we would eat at seven.

I got there on time and Lou already had the charcoal looking good. I asked them which piece of meat they wanted. Lou looked at the steaks, Julie and Sadie looked at my crotch. We finally got steaks sorted out and cooked to perfection. The girls made corn on the cob, baked beans and a salad. It was a great meal with a lot of talking and laughing and three conversations going at once. We finally got up from the table, the girls to clean the kitchen and I to clean the grill.

Sadie got an emergency over night babysitting call and headed out. The three of us sat at the kitchen table and talked while passing around a bottle of ruby port I had brought. We got on the subject of spouses and Lou told us about her husband.

She ended with, “He had a good firm hand and I truly miss that.”

Julie missed it completely but I was thinking wait a minute. Lou was a sub! The stories about being sore from an accident were actually sore from BDSM games. To test my theory I was going to tell Lou to come stand next to my chair. If she did fine, if not I would pass it off as a joke.

I reached over and patted Lou’s hand. When she looked at me I said firmly come stand next to my chair. She looked at me for a moment then got up and stood next to me facing the table. Julie was looking at me curiously and I put a finger to my lips to signal her to be quiet.

I reached my hand out and started rubbing her ass in a slow circle. I did this for a full minute without making a sound. Then in a conversational tone I said, “You’ve been bad haven’t you Lou.” Her ass gave a twitch when I said that.

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Prologue: This an continuation of the Kink Initiation story about a couples introduction into the world of Kink through a visit to a Kink B&B.

On the drive up to Santa Rosa to visit our friends Marsha and Tom, Susan sat quietly occasionally snuggling up close to me. We continued making small talk and avoiding talking about the earlier night’s adventure.

“You know I only did that stuff because Mistress Crystal was controlling me.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Did you enjoy the experience?”

“I’m not sure, it was a surreal experience. There were moments that it terrified me and then sometimes I felt I was having an ‘out-of-body experience’. Like I was an observer of my shocking actions, but it wasn’t me. What got me the most was the intense sexual arousal I was feeling as I was being led around in public naked.”

“I know, I was expecting you quit once she led you out into the street. I almost told Mistress to stop, but you seemed determined to continue.”

Bungee jumping came to mind as I tried to figure it out, she let herself go over the edge, trusting that the bungee would let her approach disaster then bring her back safely. It’s the adrenaline boost, that’s what makes the rush was insane… a feeling of complete, adrenaline-induced euphoria.

“You knew I wouldn’t let anything life threatening happen to you, didn’t you?”

“Yes, and I felt confident that Mistress wouldn’t let anything bad happen. Although it played out more intense than I expected, I strangely enjoyed it.”

Before I could continue, Marsha called Susan’s phone, “You guys getting close, Tom is going to fire up the grill for lunch.”

They continued with small talk while I concentrated on dealing with freeway traffic.

Marsha and Tom used to be our next – door neighbors before they moved out to California ten years ago. We kept in touch over the years, more Susan and Marsha than Tom and I.

Tom and I always worked a lot of overtime, so the girls did most of the socializing. We would go out to dinner and play cards and share the occasional backyard BBQ when we could find the time.

They lived in an older neighborhood, lots of tall trees and very well kept. Tom, still looking like an older surfer guy complete with long shaggy blonde hair was standing in the driveway to greet us. Marsha, tall, tan and looking very sexy in her white tennis outfit was standing by Tom’s side.

After the obligatory hugs and back slapping Tom offered to help me with the luggage and show us the house.

Their house looked like a hacienda with terracotta-hued roof tiles, in addition to the terracotta roof tiles there was stone accents and golden-hued stucco façade, the design was for easy indoor-outdoor living. The house wrapped around a central courtyard with a loggia, master suite, guest suite, and casita opening directly to it. There is a swimming pool and hot tub in the center courtyard.

Tom could see my look of amazement, “All that overtime paid off, it was worth it to be able to come home to this.”

After we got settled in the guest suite, we went out to visit with Tom in the courtyard. Tom had an outdoor kitchen, complete with a refrigerator, a grill and a large screen TV.

I joked, “That’s not like your old Weber grill.”

We had a leisurely lunch on the patio, with lots of sangria, maybe too much for Susan.

“So Susan what did you guys do in San Francisco last night?” asked Marsha.

Oh shit, is Susan going to tell her about her kink experience? Not that she couldn’t but I don’t know if Tom and Marsha would understand our experiment. I never thought them judgmental but that story could make for an awkward few days.

“Nothing special, just took in the local sights.”

Whew, I’m glad she didn’t go down that road. I don’t know if we want to share those details.

Tom said, “We should go into downtown tonight and eat at Guy Fieri’s restaurant and tomorrow night I’ve planned a pool get together with a few friends.”

Susan always want to eat at one of Guy Fieri’s restaurants so she was excited, she must have told Marsha in the past.

“Tom, we didn’t bring swim suits.”

“No problem, we have a whole collection of extra suits.”

Later Marsha led Susan back to her bedroom to show her the collection of swim suits.

“Here try this one, it would look fantastic on you.”

The suit was a very small bikini that was made of an iridescent sheen fabric.

As Susan removed her clothes, Marsha commented “We are going to do something about your bush, the suit won’t cover that.”

Susan blushed, “I wasn’t really planning to be wearing a bikini.”

“No problem, I have a place that can take care of it, we’ll go tomorrow.”

The next day Marsha and Susan went off together to get Susan a bikini wax while Tom and I went off to get supplies for the pool party.

When the girls returned later Susan winked at me and motioned me to come with her.

We went back to the bedroom where Susan in a flirtatious voice said, “Bob, You won’t believe what I got.”

Thinking beyoğlu escort it was some new piece of jewelry, “Ok what did you get?”

“Just wait till you see this.” as she started taking off her shorts.

Hmm I’m thinking new panties. When she removed her panties, I fully expected to be greeted by a slightly trimmed bush.

“Damn that’s quite a trim.” After viewing a total removal of all of her pubic hair.

“You won’t believe the experience I had at the Salon, turns out that Marsha owns the salon. We had a few Mimosas and next thing I remember Marsha was holding my legs while a Vietnamese girl plucked stray hairs off my pussy.”

As I looked at her swollen and red labia lips, “That must have hurt.”

“Yes, although it wasn’t as bad as I would have imagined. The redness is just irritation from the waxing, it should go away in a few days. Marsha gave me some avocado oil to rub on to reduce the inflammation.”

“Marsha convinced me that I need a Brazilian wax instead of a trim; after she said it was on her, I had no excuse.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about anything showing in that bikini now.”

When we returned to the living room I commented to Marsha, “You didn’t tell us you owned a salon.”

“Yes, Tom wanted me to find something to do besides shop and spend his money. So one day while I was getting my nails done and overheard the previous owner tell someone that she had to go back to Vietnam to take care of her family and didn’t know what to do with the shop. Next thing Tom told me to make her an offer, and she accepted.”

The Pool party.

Later that evening, the pool party guests started arriving. It was a cross section of suburban life, average looking men and women. Several of the women were truly stunning, one busty long haired redhead stood out from the rest.

Marsha introduced us to everyone, but as we stood in front of the tall redhead, reminiscent to a Vogue cover girl. An ethereal, gossamer creatures with translucent, milky white skin and deep red long hair. I focused so much on her beauty, I missed her name.

“Susan is a member of the ‘club’,” with that, the redhead put her hand on her pussy causing Susan to blush.

Apparently Marsha, liked introducing people into the “Brazilian Club”, including men. I was glad she didn’t want to introduce me to the club. I wouldn’t want to go through the waxing after I saw what it did to Susan’s pussy.

Tom continued to grill snacks, enlisting me to be the bartender. As the drinks flowed, the girls removed their cover–ups, and several got into the hot tub. Most of the women had nothing more than a string bikini, trying to contain their overflowing breasts.

It’s easy to see that most of the girls needed a Brazilian, their suits were not going to cover up much. Given the absence of tan lines I guessed that most spent lots of time in the sun.

Susan appeared in the borrowed iridescent bikini, it barely covered her pussy and her tits.

When she came up to the bar for a drink, she asked, “How does the suit look, It feels too revealing.”

“No, it looks fine, you and Marsha made a good choice,” but I’m thinking, your kink outfit was revealing, this is tame by that standard.

Marsha warned, “Susan you shouldn’t get into the hot tub or the pool for a few days, the pool chemicals on your inflamed labia will be painful.”

The booze and food continued to flow, someone sets up a limbo pole and crossbar. When the music changed to Trinidad steel drum calypso, with the bar set high, a few women started to go under. As people tried one by one, the crowd cheered them on to continue. When the bar got lower, one woman’s had a nip slip, but she continued undeterred. Another one tried, and her left tit fell out, apparently bikinis are not made to hold boobs in while inverted. The women continued to leave their tits out even after they made it under the bar and got back in line to try again.

It was as though there was a contagion in the air, suddenly all the women standing inline removed their tops and went under the bar topless, while the others continued to gyrate in sync to the music.

As the bar lowered more, a woman challenged another to go under minus their suit, under the premise that the suit may snag on the bar. It soon became a nude limbo, the rest of the women not wanting to be the only ones to have a suit on shed theirs. That’s when Susan decided to show off her new wax job, she removed her suit and reviled her swollen red pussy to the cheers of the crowd; she squatted down and tried to get under the bar, but as she opened her legs wide to get lower, her pussy opened wider and wider providing an interesting view of her wetness.

The women squatted down with their legs spread out wide and hopping forward, trying to inch under the bar; it looked like a dancing gynecological exam. Pussy’s opened wide enough to see all the way their tonsils. The redhead was missing from the competition; I was so looking forward to seeing her naked.

The next round merter escort took Susan out of the competition after she fell over. After the last contestant made it under the bar and won; the calypso music stopped.

The pace changed when the music changed to the beach boys, couples started dancing with each other. Some couples began discreetly going off behind the pool landscaping to doing some sucking and fucking, the landscape only obscured part of their activity not their sounds.

Susan came over to me at the bar and whispered, “Can you finger my pussy, I’m so horny”.

“Right here,” as I pulled her to me and reached for her wet pussy.

Neither of us looked to see if anyone was paying attention as I moved my fingers down to her wet slit. I slid my finger into her swollen pussy, she let out a small “ouch” as I grazed her still tender lips. It didn’t seem to take long for her to come, fortunately she held onto the bar to keep her balance while the spasms subsided.

She no sooner finished when the redhead came over, “I want to get some of that too, do you mind”?

She was definitely not a sun worshiper; her pale skin had nary a hint of tan lines. Her tits partially covered by her hair, those large pink nipples stood out and became the focus of my attention. I nodded my head as an afterthought; she dropped to her knees and began to lick the juices off Susan’s pussy. I was mesmerized by the sight of her preparing to go down on Susan. I wished I could trade places and have her suck my cock instead of lapping Susan’s pussy.

It took a second for Susan to realize what was happening, her face looked as though she was about to object, but then turned into a look of pleasure as a tongue hit her erect clit.

Whatever the redhead was doing caused spasms. The bar jerked as each one flashed by. Susan guided the redhead’s head by holding her head by her long red hair, until she had the climax she wanted.

“Thank you”, as she finished and stood up and kissed her. Susan was still having spasms as the redhead walked away.

There went my chance of a blow job by the redhead, I hope we see her again maybe I’ll get my turn.

Susan regained her composure, but visibly shaken. “I think I’m done for the night… I need to go back to the room.”

I hadn’t realized that Tom was standing right in the same spot behind the grill and saw the whole thing.

“Bob, you’re done for the night, go along with Susan.”

I passed Marsha on the way, making an apology, “Susan isn’t feeling well and went back to the room.”

When I entered the room, Susan was in the shower.

When she got out, she asked “Bob, do you think I’m turning into a lesbian. I really enjoyed that with the redhead.”

“Do you still love sucking cock.”?

“Well, yes, but I loved her sucking my pussy; she really knew how to get me to climax. I wouldn’t mind letting her doing me again, just to make sure.”

“Maybe Marsha can arrange that because we don’t even know her name.”

We could hear the party still going. I wondered if saw the redhead again, maybe I could get a blow job, but maybe she is not into dicks.

Susan motioned me to come over and lay beside her on the bed. As we lay there, she started kissing my cock, then went on to suck my thickening shaft until I came, proving a relaxing climax to our unusual evening.

The next day we expected a commentary on last night’s activities, but the talks centered on the old neighborhood. I’m not sure if last night was so normal they didn’t think about it being a topic of conservation. Susan tried to find out who the redhead was, but Marsha just ignored the question. I’m sure Susan would like to hook up with her before we headed back to San Francisco. Oh well, maybe another time.

Back at home.

One afternoon, after we returned, I told Susan to put on her kink outfit and we will have some fun. When she returned, I put in her ball gag, strapped her wrist and secured them to her sides. Then I attached her collar and leashed to a metal ring on the fireplace large wooden mantel. She was quite a sight standing there naked except for a leather harness. Her untanned pubic area and breasts provided quite a contrast against the black leather harness. Her pussy lips, no longer swollen and irritated, didn’t stand out like they did after the waxing.

I had no sooner completed the tasks when the doorbell chimed. It startled Susan; she started trying to talk, but the gag only lets out a muffled sound as she began shaking her head, no.

I knew who was at the door; it was Jared the terminator, terminator, as in pest control. I liked calling him the terminator, it somehow boosted his stature. I had scheduled him to come today and spray for wasps, Susan had noticed them before and she wanted them gone before going out in the yard, since she is allergic to stinging insects. I put it off since we were going to California, and now the nests were larger.

Jared besides being our pest control guy was Susan’s cousin. Jared also participated güngören escort in our biweekly card games with a few of my other friends. Jared was about 5’5″ skinny as a rail, somewhat handsome, or at least Susan said so on an occasion when she tried to fix him up with her girlfriend.

I started for the door and Susan started to panic, she after all was naked and chained to the fireplace. All I could hear was a muffled tirade through the gag, I’m sure she was begging me not to open the door.

For a second I debated myself on whether to open the door, would Jared keep a secret about what was about to happen? I knew he liked looking at Susan’s tits, because I caught him several times looking down her blouse when she bent over. But how would he react to seeing her naked, and chained to the fireplace?

“Hey Jared” as I opened the door enough for him to enter.

He stopped as soon as he entered; he caught sight of Susan chained to the fireplace. He gave me the “what the fuck” look, he didn’t know what to say or do. He wanted to look, but feigned trying to look away as if to spare Susan the embarrassment of him staring at her, but his prurient side took over as he moved closer to inspect her nipples.

“Jared, sorry you have to see this, but Susan is being punished for being a bad girl.”

“No problem… I’ll pretend I didn’t see her, punish away.” As he continued to eye her all over.

Susan continued to make more agitated muffled sounds and Jared inched closer.

“What I called you for is the wasp nests, you know Susan is allergic, so they have to go.”

“Can you show me where they are and I’ll get my stuff and terminate them.”

“Well, Susan is going to have to show you where they are, I’m not sure where they all are located.”

Jared just looked at me with a puzzled look, I’m sure he was trying to figure out how this was going to work. Was Susan going to put on some clothes and show him, surely she wouldn’t go out naked.

Before he could ask, I unhooked the leash and handed it to him, “She will show you where to spray.”

Now Susan was really agitated, I could only imagine what she was saying or calling me.

Susan balked at going out the door, she wasn’t going outside naked, led on a leash for the neighbors to see. I gave her a quick whack across the ass with a leather riding crop, which got her attention.

“Jared you have to be the master,” as I handed him the crop, “if she hesitates, give her a good whack on the ass, after all she is being punished.”

Jared face lighted up as though I had given him some noble duty to perform. Susan followed along as he went through the door, her ass now starting to show a red welt.

Our house was surrounded by a tall privacy fence on three sides, the only public exposure was from the front door to the side gate and from the other gate back to the front door. She would be in public view for maybe a total of seventy-five feet, anyway, it was afternoon and most neighbors were at work.

I have security cameras on all sides so I can monitor their progress around the property; they are continually recording so I’ll have the trip available for later viewing.

They moved around the house with Susan stopping at the areas where the nests were located, I could see her nod her head at each spot trying to signal that this was a spot.

I noticed that he apparently had his phone out a few times recording her when she wasn’t looking. Jared continued to lead her around till they got to the last gate. Susan stopped like she wasn’t going back out front, without hesitation Jared whacked her ass, Susan wasn’t going to wait for another whack so she moved out front. A few cars came down the street, but none stopped to look, perhaps they didn’t see her.

I thought about not opening the front door and leave them out front for a while, but I didn’t and opened the door when they arrived.

Jared had such a look of exhilaration and that mostly had to do with all his blood going to his cock. Susan had a blank expression and totally quiet so I wasn’t sure how she felt about this experience.

Jared handed the leash back to me as I chained her back to the fireplace.

“Jared you got some bugs to kill, we’ll talk when you’re done.

Jared was somewhat let down, he wanted to see what was going to happen next.

After about twenty minutes, Jared finished and came back to the door and I let him in.

“Jared have you ever seen such a bald pussy, it’s called a Brazilian. You want to feel how smooth the lips are with no hair.”

Jared needs no inducement, he put his hand on her pussy lips remarking, “They are smooth, I never saw a bazillion up close.”

“You know they need to be oiled with this special avocado oil to keep them smooth, you want to smooth some on to check it out?”

I put a few drops on Susan pussy lips, “Rub this in and don’t miss a spot.”

Susan started getting agitated, moving her hips and trying not to let Jared rub in the oil. As soon as he touched her pussy lips, she calmed down. Jared soon became bored with just rubbing in the oil, his fingers slid ever so slowly into her pussy. Showing no resistance to entry, he continued on and Susan started moving her hips as if in approval. He curled his fingers inside, his thumb brushed her clit by reflex. She got instantly wet, moaning in pleasure as he continued to finger fuck her.

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Jenna was so hot. She needed to touch herself. Her tits were enourmous, like beach balls with very defined puffy areolas sitting out from her boobs like ping pong balls.

But she was at Big Tit School, so she couldn’t just stick her hands down her pants and fist fuck herself like she desperately wanted to.

Big Tit School was not exactly school. Jenna was a grown woman, but her very big sensitive tits and insatiable sex drive had always left her feeling a little unsatisfied with life. She had confided this to another large chested friend, who seemed understanding.

When her friend left her house she had noticed a flyer on her coffee table for ‘Big Tit School’. Jenna was intrigued, not to mention turned on by the pictures and description. And what was more, YOU got paid to go there, so you never needed to worry about a job again.

She had signed up and never looked back, never gone back to her old life, which didn’t seem very real now anyway.

So anyway, here she was at Big Tit School, where all the students and staff had enourmous tits. One of the rules was no touching yourself in class, which was so difficult not to do when you were surrounded by beautiful women with big round fake looking boobs.

Jenna was in English class, and currently the teacher, who was wearing a pink rubber catsuit that perfectly encased her melon size tits was reading a piece of erotic fiction to the class. The story was all about girls fucking each other with double ended dildos.

Jenna was desperate to stuff something inside her dripping wet twat as she listened to the story. Her tits, which under her school uniform she had tied up with rubber rope around the base and her very defined nipples, strained under her top and felt so tingly.

Her eyes scanned the classroom, to see if any of the other girls were having the same problem. By the look of some of the flushed faces, she was not the only one. She began to rock slightly in her chair, hoping to get some relief. Pushing her pussy lips against the seat of the chair she felt so naughty, and hoped she wouldn’t get caught by the teacher.

Now the teacher was asking for volunteers to enact some scenes from her story. Jenna’s hand shot up. ‘Oh please choose çapa escort me!’ she begged, as this was often a chance to cum in front of the class. Sadly the teacher passed her over this time and two other big-titted girls went up to the front of the class. They were so lucky.

The teacher took a double ended jelly dildo from her desk and began to fuck one of the girls with it. Then she pushed the other end of the dildo into the other girls cunt, and they fucked each other on their knees, their huge tits bouncing wildly.

Jenna thought she might explode if she didn’t get something inside her pussy soon. She looked at her desk. Her pencil case was open on it. She took a pencil out and snuck it under her desk, pushed her skirt aside and slowly inserted it into her vagina. It wasn’t enough. It was so small in her dripping wet snatch.

Guiltily Jenna looked around. Nobody seemed to have noticed. She took three pencils and and surreptitiously moved them under the desk. She put them in one by one. It felt so good. Now she had four pencils in her pussy.

In front of her the two students that the teacher had chosen were now lying on their backs, frigging their clits. One girl, Freya, had just had a squirting orgasm that had drenched them both.

Jenna felt her pussy needed to be even fuller. She had three long erasers in her pencil case in the shape of pencils but much thicker. One by one she took these out of her pencil case and pushed them deep into her incredibly aroused pussy. Now she felt completely stuffed.

She rocked a little back and forth, and rotated her hips. It felt exquisite. She could hardly stop herself from moving it felt so good. But there was a problem, the pencils and erasers were starting to slip out of her pussy. She pulled her panty fabric back over her pussy, hoping that would keep them from slipping out. It helped a little, and the feeling of them slipping out and being pushed back in by her panties felt so good. She needed them to thrust in and out of her pussy. Surely nobody would notice if she fucked herself with them under the desk?

Her hand crept down and pushed the wad of pencils and thick erasers in and out of her pussy. In and fatih escort out. Faster and harder.

Jenna hadn’t noticed how much her hips were bucking against the objects she had inserted. Suddenly the teacher looked up from her volunteers, Freya and Elizabeth, who were looking cum drenched and very satisfied now. ‘Jenna! What are you doing?’

‘N-n-nothing Miss.’ She said suddenly feeling all eyes on her.

‘Then walk up to the front of the class and prove it.’

Apprehensively Jenna stood up. She was at the back of the class and she had to walk all the way to the front with her dripping wet pussy stuffed full of her DIY toys. It was not easy to walk with such a full twat. The wet fabric of her panties rubbed over her clit, and the pencils threatened to slip out.

She arrived at the front of the class, her face flushed with shame. But secretly hoping that being singled out as a volunteer might lead to her eventual satisfaction.

‘Hold out your hands girl!’ The teacher sniffed her fingers.

‘You’ve been stuffing your fingers in your cunt haven’t you?’ she barked.

‘N-n-no Miss.’ whispered Jenna.

‘Really? Well let’s take a look and see what you HAVE been stuffing up there then. Sit on my desk with your knees up and spread.’

Jenna did as she was told. Her skirt lifted and

her panties were revealed. They were now somewhat see through from the cum dripping out of her, and you could clearly see that there was something pushed between her pussy lips.

The teacher ripped open her school shirt to reveal her gigantic tied up tits, and pulled her panties aside to reveal her snatch stuffed full of pencils and erasers. The teacher pulled Jenna’s pussy lips apart to show the class her shame.

‘Not touching yourself? I’d say this was touching yourself! Shoving any object you could get your hands on into your dirty little pussy!’ the teacher spat. She inserted a finger of one of her rubber clad hands into Jenna’s quivering pussy and pumped it in and out several times. ‘You like your tits to feel even bigger, hmm? You like your pussy to feel stuffed? Lets see how you like this.’

She activated the school intercom system and aksaray escort broadcast this message to the school: ‘Would Nurse please bring the tit pumps and inflatable dildo to room 107, where Jenna Stevens has just been caught stuffing her twat with four pencils and three large pencil shaped erasers. Her pussy was absolutely dripping wet when we caught her. Disgusting.’

The nurse soon arrived in the classroom, wearing a rubber playsuit with the crotch cut away. She too had pneumatic tits of epic proportions, like footballs. She attached a suction cup to each of Jenna’s tied up tits, and turned on the suction. Her huge tits felt electrified, as if they were growing even bigger. Her huge defined nipples stood to attention. The nurse bound a hitachi magic wand to her stomach so that it buzzed her clit. The surprise of this sensation made some of the pencils shoot out of her pussy. The Nurse pumped the remaining ones a few ties, and rotated them, opening her sopping cunt as she did so. Then she removed them.

‘Do you want your stinking cunt full of cock again?’ she said.

‘Yes, oh yes please, I want it so much nurse!’ Jenna begged.

The nurse shoved the inflatable dildo into her pussy, thrusting it in and out. She pumped it up a few times, stretching her pussy so much.

The teacher had got a pussy pump out of her desk, opened a slit in a her own rubber catsuit, and began to pump her pussy lips and clit up until they were puffy and engorged. Watching this sight was adding to Jenna’s arousal. The teacher removed the pump from her pussy and straddled Jenna, rubbing her swollen pussy and clit against Jenna’s cunt lips, and pushing herself up against the vibrating Hitachi wand.

‘Pump that dildo up to maximum Nurse’ Said the teacher, and nurse complied. The intense feeling of her pussy being so full, teachers pumped up pussy lips rubbing against her own, and the vibration on her clit brought Jenna to a squirting orgasm. She screamed. Her pussy pulsed and pulsed, ejecting squirts of girl jizz, and the inflatable dildo fell out. Nurse quickly picked it up as it shot out and pounded Jenna’s pussy with it until she had another even deeper more satisfying cum. Her pussy clenched around the huge toy and she saw teacher shove nurses hand out of the way and penetrate her own pussy on the other end of the inflatable dildo. Teacher roared and squirted all over Jenna’s cunt.

They lay there for a few minutes just panting. Then teacher said ‘Get your clothes back on you slut and get back to class. And this time pay attention!’

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Foreword: This is the second story that I have written by request, and it is partly a collaboration with her. I normally give permission for operators of erotic story web sites to post my stories. However, because this is a collaboration, we ask that you get permission from both of us before posting our story. Authorship for this story belongs to both Hungry Guy and Eve (who has requested to be anonymous). Thanks.

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I had been lurking in the alt.torture newsgroup for years. I had always had a fascination with BDSM, but most of my edge play had been in my own imagination. While my husband would sometimes play along with my tamer fantasies, I knew that he’d freak if he knew my deeper, darker fantasies.

As I was sitting on the sofa one evening sorting through the day’s mail while watching television with my husband, I flipped through the semi-annual flyer from the local community college.

“Honey,” I asked, “what would you think if I took this writers’ workshop?”

“Oh? I didn’t know you had an interest in writing, Eve.”

“There’s this guy in the newsgroups who’s been posting amateur BDSM stories. I won’t tell the class that’s why I’m taking the course, but I’d like to learn to write my own stories that I can post too.”

“Then go ahead, Eve. Have fun!”

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I drove to the campus after work the following Thursday for the first session of my writing class. It was almost 7:30 as I entered Warren Hall and took the elevator to the third floor. It was a short walk down to room 305.

I entered the classroom and was relieved that it was a small class. There were only six other students present. I took a seat at the small conference table at which they all sat and nodded a friendly smile to the others.

The clock on the wall clicked 7:30 and the instructor walked in half a second later.

Holding a half-eaten Dunkin’ Donut, he swallowed and said, “Good evening, class,” in a thick British accent.

He took another bite of his doughnut, swallowed, and then continued, “Let’s get started, shall we? This is the writer’s workshop for anyone who might be in the wrong room.”

He took another bite as one student jumped up out of his seat and rushed off apologetically, “Sorry, wrong class.”

The instructor swallowed that bite and continued speaking, “Let’s start by introducing ourselves, and revealing why each of us is here. I shall go first. I’m Henry, your instructor.”

He pointed to the student to his left a young man in his mid-twenties, and then took the last bite of his doughnut.

“I’m Carl. I want to learn to write Science Fiction. I’ve submitted a number of stories to Analog and Asimov’s and others, but have never made a sale.”

The instructor nodded to the next student.

“I’m Lucy. I love to read Harlequin Romances, and I’d love to try writing one someday.”

The remaining students each introduced themselves. Their objectives were all pretty much the same.

In a flash it was my turn and all eyes were on my. I hoped that I made a good impression. My thirty-something figure was a little plump, but my 40D bra size still gave my that hourglass figure that gals try to achieve. I brushed my long brunette hair back over a shoulder and introduced myself, “I’m Eve.” I paused, not wanting to reveal my true motives for taking this writing class. “I’m married to a wonderful man who is very supportive, but I want more out of life than work and family. That’s why I want to write.”

The class had all introduced themselves, but during the introductions, Henry, the instructor, had opened up a Twinkie and was in the middle of a swallow.

One of the student’s spoke up to the instructor, “Hey Hungry, you really got to stop choking those things down, man!”

The instructor laughed, “I know. But I just don’t have the willpower to resist their chocolate charms my good chap. Say, didn’t I see you in my Literature class yesterday morning?”

“Yes, sir. You have a good memory to remember me from that huge lecture hall.”

“Yes these night classes are much more pleasant. I enjoy getting to really know my students one-on-one. Now, let’s get to work, shall we? Who brought a manuscript to class with them today?”

The rest of the class was spent reading one student’s manuscript and then critiquing it, and then the same with another. Henry told the class that we are required to write one short story per week to be critiqued by the class each Thursday, and to bring enough copies to hand out to the class.

I was excited at how well my first class went. And there was something hauntingly familiar about that professor, even though I had never met him before.

The prof had left the room by the time I collected my purse and folder and I walked out of the room in a huddle of other students. We rode the elevator down and out the building. I noticed the prof entering the cafeteria and I headed for my car to go home.

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I spent the weekend writing a short story to bring to class.

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The acıbadem escort bayan following week, I met up with Lucy walking through the parking lot, and we walked toward Warren Hall together.

“What do you think of Hungry Guy?” she asked me.

What the hell? “What are you talking about, Lucy?”

“Hey, what’d I say, Eve? I was just asking what you though of the prof? I had him for freshman English last year. He a real character!”

“You call him Hungry Guy?”

“Yeah, everyone calls him that. He’s always eating something.”

We arrived in class a few minutes early and took our seats. The prof showed up right at the dot of 7:30.

“Good evening, class,” he started. “Do you all have manuscripts for the class to critique.”

I set my story on the table in front of me, as did all the others.

“Who wants to subject their masterpiece to the ravages of their classmates first?”

Lynn spoke up, “I can go first if no one else minds.”

Everyone, including me, heaved a sigh of relief. Lynn handed out copies of her story to the rest of us and we spent the first hour of class finding typos, poor grammar, weak characterization, and otherwise tearing it to shreds.

I could tell that Lynn was shaken at these events. Hungry must have also, for he told Lynn, “Please don’t feel so bad, Lynn. Even pros must expose their first drafts to this sort of scrutiny.

Like the first class, the prof left the room upon dismissing the class. On my way back to my car, I walked down the sidewalk past the cafeteria and saw the prof eating a muffin and a cup of coffee. What a hungry guy I thought he must be! A sense of déjà vu hit me at that moment, but it vanished a split second later.

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By the third class, I had written a number of stories that had been critiqued in class. I was getting better. I had even written my first erotic story; but it was just for myself. I could never show it to anyone, especially my husband. It was about how the prof kidnapped me and took em home with him and raped me. Maybe I could submit it to Literotica.com. The first thing we did today was that the prof demonstrated an exercise in brainstorming. He wrote a word on the blackboard, an each one of the class called out the first word that his word reminded us of. Then we each called out a word that one of those other words reminded us of. It was funny — I kept thinking of words like “lick” and “suck” and “wet” and even “hungry.”

When we had filled the chalkboard with words, we then called out story ideas from the assortment of loosely related words and were told to write a story based on these ideas for next class. The prof smiled oddly at me for a second before we went on to critiques this week’s story assignments.

I don’t know why, but I had my purse and folder ready to get up as soon as the prof dismissed the class. I left the room ahead of the other students and was walking a short distance behind Hungry — that’s what we all called him now. It was eerie, though. Looking around, the campus was deserted. The other students from the writing class had already dispersed, and it seemed that the prof and I were the only two people walking around outside at that moment.

At that moment he stopped and glanced behind him. “Oh, it’s only you, Eve,” he said in his British accent.

“Yeah. It’s only me. I’m just headed to the café for a cup of coffee before I head home.” I don’t know why I said that.

“Me too. Care to join me?”

I walked with the prof into the empty cafeteria. I got myself a cup of coffee from the coffee machine and took a seat at one of the tables. Hungry joined me a moment later with his muffin and coffee. We were the only two people in the huge dining room.

I took a sip of my coffee. Man! The coffee’s bitter here. Hungry pointed to a counter where they was extra sugar, so I got up and returned with a few packets of sugar to add to my coffee.

From there, we talked mostly chit chat. How he was originally from New Jersey and he can’t stand the heat of the desert here and longs to go back east when the job market improves. I told him how I fly out east to visit relatives once a year or so.

But, wow, I was suddenly feeling dizzy — like I had just smoked a joint or something.

I must have looked ill. “Are you all right, Eve?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine, I think I should be getting home, now, though.”

“Let me help you to your car?”

“Sure. Thank you, Hungry.”

We walked out of the cafeteria and then the strangest feeling hit me. The next thing I knew, I was tied up and in some kind of padded box. It smelled like rubber and chemicals. And it was moving somehow. I could hear, like, traffic noises all around. Damn, I was in the trunk of a car. How long was I here? I had no way to know. I tried to kick, but I just made a muffled metallic sound. I remember seeing on one of those Fox “Get Out Alive” shows that if you’re kidnapped bağdat caddesi escort bayan in the trunk of a car to start ripping out wires — the cops will pull the car over for no tail lights But I was bound so tightly that I couldn’t move. And I hadn’t the foggiest idea where to feel around for wires.

We had just turned onto some bumpy road. It seemed that I was in there for about two hours. But not knowing how long I had been there already, that didn’t tell me anything. At least, being night, it wasn’t too hot.

Finally, the car stopped. I herd him open the door and walk to the back of the car. He opened the trunk.

“Hello, Eve.”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“You’re in my car’s boot. Let me help you out.”

“Fuck you!”

“Gladly! But first!” he held up a funny smelling cloth to my nose and held it there for a minute or so until I passed out again.

I woke again laying on a mat in some strange windowless room. There was only one door on a far wall — a steel door that looked to have no handle.

As for me, there was a steel collar around my neck padlocked to a heavy chain bolted to a stud in the middle of the floor. Not only that, but I was also completely naked. I felt so humiliated already knowing this asshole has seen and touched my body.

There were other studs in the floor also with chains of various lengths bolted to them. The walls were lined with all sorts of BDSM gear. There was a Saint Andrews cross on one wall, a wooden pony, and a normal sawhorse in the middle of the room. There were a number of suspension harnesses hanging from the ceiling. And one wall was lined with glass cabinets full of all manner of BDSM gadgets. Overall it was a well stocked dungeon. I’d be impressed if I wasn’t here against my will.

The chain wasn’t long enough for me to reach any of the cabinets or the equipment.

About an hour later, the door slid open like an elevator door, and Hungry walked into the room. He stepped over to me and said, “Good morning, Eve.”

“Holy shit! You’re Hungry Guy! From the newsgroups!”

“Rightie-oh, sister! And I know what you like!”

He grabbed another, longer, chan and locked it to my collar and then unlocked the short chain.

“Stand, bitch!” he commanded.

I stood and he pulled me over to the saw horse.

“Lean over this.”

“Please! Don’t do this!”

“Now, bitch! And spread your legs against each leg of the sawhorse..”

I leaned over the sawhorse with my ass in the air. He reached down and shackled each of my ankles to each leg. Then he walked around to my head and shackled my wrists to the other two legs of the sawhorse. Then he unlocked the chain from my collar.

Next, he went back behind me and felt up my pussy crack and up my ass crack.

“You’re so dry and tight, bitch. I need to fix that first.”

“Pleas! I beg you! Don’t do this to me!”

“Oh, you’ll like what I plan to do first. It’s what comes after that you’ll scream in pain. Bwaa, haa, haa!” Yes, he actually laughed evilly, “Bwaa, haa, haa!”

He kneeled down behind me and started licking my cunt.

He licked up from just below my clit, over my clit and over my pussy hole. He stuck his tongue into my hole as he went over it. Then he went back down again. He paused over my hole for a moment, fucking me with his tongue. Then he continued back down to my clit, and played with my clit with his tongue for a while.

Then he licked up around the inside perimeter of my cunt, up over and around below my clit and back down again. Oh wow! I couldn’t believe it. Here I am being raped, and I was getting wet. Then he went back up the middle again, like he did before. He played with my clit, and then went up and lingered a moment over my pussy hole, fucking me with his tongue one more time, then back down to my clit again. I couldn’t believe I was on the brink of coming! He continued up and tongue-fucked my hole again, and then came back down to my clit. I felt like I was about to burst! I had never come so close to coming so quickly before.

Back up he went, and around the perimeter again. Get back to the target, man! He went back up and down the middle again, like he did the last time. I was this close to coming, and then he started sucking on my clit, and just my clit. Hard! Like my clit was a tiny dick he was sucking on. Here I come! Oh God! Here I come! I started bouncing and thrashing like I had never came before. I swear I made that sawhorse walk halfway across the room! He even continued sucking on my clit while I came! I just continued coming and coming until my clit started to hurt. And then I still kept coming and he still kept sucking.

Damn, he was good! My husband could learn a few things about eating pussy from him! But shit — I’m being fucking raped! I should be thinking like that!

I finally expended myself and he stopped sucking. Then he stood. My view of him was from my upside-down head kozyatağı escort bayan just inches from the floor, and I saw him unbuckle his pants and let them fall. Oh shit! His cock was hard as a rock.

He stepped forward and jammed it into my pussy. He pumped me a few times and then he stood there holding it inside me. He moaned as I could feel him coming inside me.

Well, maybe he’ll forget about torturing my ass.

He finished coming and then he walked over to a cabinet and took out some sort of curved metal clamp-like thing. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.

I didn’t answer.

“It’s a speculum. And I know what you want me to do with it.”

“No! Please! That was just, you know, erotic chat. You can’t really do that to me! Please!”

He didn’t answer, but I felt something cold touch my pussy. Oh God! He’s pushing it inside me. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Please stop!”

“Oh I haven’t even started yet, Eve.”

I felt him fiddling with it, and then I felt it getting bigger and bigger, like a cock getting hard while inside my pussy. But it still kept getting bigger and bigger. Then it started to hurt. Big time. Still, he kept cranking it bigger.

“Eeeyow!” I cried at the incredible pain.

“Hmmm,” he said, “five centimeters diameter. That’s about three inches to you. I think I can get your pussy a little bigger, don’t you, love?”

he started making it bigger again. “Yeeeow! Oooowwww! Oh! Oh! Owwww! Ahhgggg!” I screamed with the intense pain.

“There!” he said, “That should do it. That’s a good seven centimeters, or about four inches.”

He just stood there watching me for a while. After a moment the pain seemed to ease, but the cold room air blowing inside my pussy sure felt really weird.

I should have kept quiet, but I asked, “Now what?”

“Now what? Now comes the main event, love.”

Shit!

He brought over some more little metal things and reached under the horse. “Wow! Look how hard those nipples are! Don’t tell me you’re getting off on this!”

Was I getting off on this? I honestly didn’t know any more. He clamped the nipple clamps on my nipples. They hurt, but I’ve worn nipple clamps before, and it wasn’t so bad.

But I spoke too soon for he next placed a clamp on my clit. Eeeeyowww! I saw stars!

Then he got down on his knees again. I couldn’t believe it when he started licking and rimming my asshole. He spent several long minutes getting my asshole good and wet with his mouth. I couldn’t believe he did that. I almost told him, “Don’t put your mouth to my asshole! You don’t know what’s been in it.” But I don’t think it would have been funny, given the situation.

Then he stood again, and I saw him spread something on his cock from a small tube. I sure hoped that was KY Jelly. Then he put his cock to my asshole, and pressed gently. I tried to clamp my asshole tight, but the speculum holding my cunt open also prevented me from clamping my ass sphincter closed tight. He increased the pressure and I felt the head of his dick penetrate me. He steadily increased the pressure and he cock slowly oozed into my asshole. Thank God he was doing it slow and gentle, and it wasn’t hurting as bad as I feared. Other than that it felt like I had to take a wicked shit, it actually felt pretty good, to be honest. I guess this isn’t the time to be honest, though.

He finally got it all the way in, and I could feel his hips pressing against my ass.

“Oh man!” he moaned. “That feels so good, Eve! Your asshole is so tight and hot!”

I could feel his cock twitching inside my rectum and then I heard him grunt again. I knew he was coming inside me again. Somehow, I could feel it inside me.

He held it in me for a few moments more before he pulled it out again. I felt like I had to shit so bad that I couldn’t hold it in any more, and I just let it out.

“Hey!” he laughed. “You’re shitting my cum out! Holy shit! Well, now that your asshole is good and wet, it’s time for the grand finale.”

Then I heard him fumble with some other stuff. He slid a bedpan under the horse directly below my ass. But that meant that it was also inches away from my face. Then he inserted something small up my ass. I heard water run, and felt a warm sensation up my ass. Oh, cripe! He’s giving me an enema. I felt a bloating sensation in my intestines as he filled my ass with warm soapy water. After a few moments, I felt like I was going to burst and that I was going to poop that enema hose out of my ass like a rocket.

Then I saw him holding something else up. From my angle, it looked like a dildo. A dildo up my ass won’t be so bad, I suppose. No wait! I was a butt plug. No! I have to shit so bad!

He removed the enema hose and immediately pressed the butt plug against my asshole. I felt him press it against my asshole and slide it in. Again, I didn’t have enough strength to clamp my sphincter closed and he pushed it in deep. It hurt for a moment when he pushed the wide part through my asshole, but then it just felt like the world’s worst cramp.

I felt like I had to shit so bad, but as hard as I pushed, I couldn’t. Did you ever have to shit and could feel it right there but it wouldn’t come out? That’s what this felt like, only with a vengeance! I couldn’t shit that butt plug out no matter how hard I pushed.

“I’ll be back in a little while, love,” Hungry told me, and walked out of the room.

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Jacob came home at 5:25pm, as he did almost every day. It was Friday, so Ava knew to be ready. She heard him pull into the drive and she got into place. Jacob lingered in the car to finish the song that was playing. He liked to make himself hard to help him lock into character. He was in his late twenties and in the best shape of his life. He had always been athletic, but the recent addition of swimming to his workout regimen caused his body to really stand out. He had thick brown hair and piercing blue eyes. As the song finished and he became hard, Jacob took the keys out and opened his door.

Ava heard it shut. She had meticulously cleaned the house earlier in the day, and had dinner in the oven that would take an hour or so to cook. She had dimmed the lights just slightly, neatly arranged the usual toys, and put on soft ambient music. Such was her Friday routine every Friday for the past two months. Ava had recently opened up to Jacob about wanting him to be more dominant. Their sex had been great, but she always had a deep desire to be owned by her husband of two years. He was happy to oblige.

She knelt there in the exact center of the living room, perfectly aligned with the front door of their home so he, and whoever else might be walking on the sidewalk, would see her flawless, naked body when he opened the door. She had a lean figure with enormous, natural E cup breasts that hung perfectly off her chest. Her nearly black hair was pulled behind in a ponytail, exposing her light green eyes and fair skin. Her legs were spread, as he demanded, with her hands resting on her thighs, waiting for his orders. She hadn’t been allowed to cum in five days, and the afternoon spent fantasizing about what he would do to her had her nipples erect and her freshly shaved pussy showing a hint of wetness. As much as she wanted to cheat and masturbate while he was gone, the sexual frustration of denial combined with the desire to obey him made abstaining so much more rewarding. As she heard the turning of the doorknob, she snapped out of her daydream and focused on his entrance.

Jacob stared at her as he stepped in, always leaving the door open a few seconds longer than necessary. He shut it and locked it, and slowly walked towards her, letting his deliberate footsteps on the entryway tile build her anticipation. He crossed onto the carpet of the living room and stopped right in front of her so that all she could see was his erection showing through his fitted khaki pants. Oh, how she loved that cock. He quickly bent down and jerked her head back by the base of her ponytail. Speaking sternly, right in her face, he asked “Do you want this cock, slut?”

Before she could answer, he slapped her and pulled her head into his crotch. “Do you?” he asked more irritated due to the delay in her response. “Yes, sir!” she replied, her voice completely muffled by his pants.

“Then show me. Get back into position one,” he told her. Grabbing her threw Ava off balance, so she quickly resumed the position she had been in when he arrived. Jacob tore off his belt and folded it in half, slapping her face with it before tossing it on the table next to the toys. He undid his button and zipper. She could see a small, dark circle where his precum had accumulated on his underwear, which made her bite her lip. He pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his cock spring out, bouncing once before the head landed on the tip of her nose. Staring at it made her temporarily go cross-eyed. She waited for his command like an obedient labrador waiting for permission to get the treat from off of its nose.

“Suck me.”

She immediately took him into her mouth and bobbed against his shaft. His thickness was just enough to stretch her mouth but not prohibit her from taking him all in. He was so hard right now and she loved the feeling of his head rubbing against the roof of her mouth. His cock was smooth, despite it being hard, and warm. She sucked him sloppily, as he liked, making sure to coat all eight inches of him with her spit. Ava wished she could use her hands to cup his balls or grab his ass, but it was strictly forbidden in position one, and all she could do was slide her mouth up and down against his dick until he felt like taking her.

“That’s right slut, suck my cock. Tighter,” he ordered as he stealthily grabbed a long riding crop from the table. Holding it in his right hand, he tapped it against her pussy lips. Though relatively gentle, the stiffness of the crop stung slightly, but its touch always made her drip. The tap, tap, tap against her clit as she sucked him made her go crazy, and she wanted to bring her hand down to finish herself off, knowing she would never be able to cum from its tapping alone. After five days, she was dying to have an orgasm and began going down on him more intensely, hoping he would grant her a release if she did a good job.

Jacob loved how turned on his wife got from being slutty. He knew all of her bodily tells, and kurtköy escort bayan knew she wanted to cum as soon as possible. As she had learned by this point, every time he could tell she wanted it, he was that much more determined to deny her. As good as she was at giving head, he could last a long time, and tonight he was going to.

“Give me your throat!” he said as he pulled out and gave her face another slap. That was her cue to lean back slightly and relax her throat. “Yes, sir.”

He stepped forward, placed a foot on either side of her legs, and brought his hands to the back of her head, his cock resting against her left cheek. “What are you?” he asked forcefully.

“I’m a slut.”

“Wrong,” he said as he shoved his cock onto her face, rubbing his slick shaft all over her nose and eyes and forehead, “you’re a fucking slut. What are you?”

“I’m a fucking slut!”

“Do you want me to throat fuck you?”

“Yes sir, please throat fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he ordered while slapping his dick on her lips.

“Please fuck my slut mouth, sir! I just want to be used by your fucking cock until you cum all over my face. Please let me take you!”

“Okay,” he said as he immediately forced his cock into the back of her throat. With his hands leveraged behind her head, he repeatedly slammed her face to the base of his shaft causing her to gag each time she hit bottom. She had been trained to take him deep and to hold her breath for a long time. Every fifteen seconds or so he would stop just long enough for her to take a single breath before ravaging her again.

Drool was now dribbling down her chin and tears were trickling down her cheeks as Jacob relentlessly fucked her mouth. A single bead of moisture from her pussy joined her spit and fell onto the floor. Taking a break, he stopped thrusting into her face and instead bottomed out inside of her. He held her head with her nose pressed against his abdomen until he heard her begin to gag and struggle for air. At that point, he slowly counted out loud “one…two…three…” before releasing his grip on her head. She coughed and inhaled, but obediently swallowed him whole again. After four more repetitions, he shoved her to the ground and sat on her face.

“Suck on my balls,” he demanded as he squeezed her head with his calves. Ava complied, and he added, “What are you?” She mumbled inaudibly, prompting Jacob to remove his balls from her mouth and slap her firmly across the face.

“I asked, What are you?”

“A fucking slut!” she responded, this time her tongue free from obstruction.

“That’s right, a fucking slut. Resume.”

She sucked gently on his sack, filled with cum, waiting to shoot a massive load across her face. She caressed and massaged his testicles individually with her tongue while he stroked his huge member an inch above her face. He reached his hand back towards her pussy and began giving her clit tiny spanks, like he had with the crop, but much quicker in succession. She began moaning and a few shrieks of pleasure escaped the vacuum she had formed around his balls. He brought them out and let them rest on her chin as he continued spanking her pussy.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” she said, causing him to give her one slightly harder clit spanking. It almost pushed her over the edge, but she ultimately just plateaued.

“You know not to speak unless I ask you a question or unless it’s to say ‘Yes, sir’,” he chastised. “You can moan and scream all you want, but I don’t want to hear any words coming from your slut mouth unless I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied apologetically.

Jacob got up and went to the table where he grabbed a long, rectangular, wooden paddle. Throwing it across the room, he ordered, “Crawl to the paddle and bring it back to me in your mouth, slut.”

Ava hurriedly crawled over to it, and without using her hands, lowered her head to retrieve the paddle. She returned quickly as well, and gazed up at Jacob, looking for his approval. He gave her a gentle pat on the head, called her a good girl, and politely asked her to drop it into his hand.

“Now you know I don’t want to do this,” he began, as if talking to a pet, “but you disobeyed by speaking without being told, so now I have to spank you. It’s the only way you’ll learn.” After a short pause, he deliberately and clearly said, “Two!”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, immediately assuming her second position: doggy style with her face on the ground, hands behind her back, legs spread, and ass thrust out.

“Count off as I paddle you. We’ll go to ten.”

Smack! The paddle was relatively light, but still stung with minimal effort. “One, sir!” Smack! He hit her in the exact some spot, turning her ass red. “Two, sir!” she said, her face squished against the floor. Smack! The clear imprint of the word ‘owned’ from the paddle could now be beykoz escort bayan read on her flesh. “Three, sir!” His insistence on hitting the same spot caused an intense burning sensation. She got off on pain, but without being able to touch herself, she could only squirm in pleasure. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He quickly paddled her twice on each cheek. Ava hesitated, and then said “Eight, sir!”

“Wrong! That was seven you stupid fucking slut!” He then spanked her harder across both cheeks at the same time. “That was eight!” Smack! “That was nine!” Smack! “And that was ten!”

The pain became nearly unbearable as he took his anger out on her ass. She knew she had disappointed him and desperately wanted to regain his approval. “I’m sorry, sir,” she plead, “Punish me however you want.”

He fell on top of her forcing her body flat on the ground, and stuck his bulging cock into her pussy. He held both of her hands above her head with one of his, and used the other to brace himself on her face. His weight placed a great amount of pressure on her wrists and head as he mercilessly began fucking her on the carpet. He needed no lube as Ava was soaking from his treatment of her already. She had been longing all day for his thick cock to fill her up.

“Do you like it when I rape you like a whore?” he grunted as he pounded her into the floor, causing minor friction burns to appear on her tits and chin.

“Yes, fuck me like a whore!” she screamed, desperate to cum.

He thrusted even harder and faster, gaging the approach of her orgasm by her moans. “Are you ready to cum, slut?”

“Oh, God yes, please, sir! Please let me cum!”

He fucked her right until he knew she was going to be pushed over into orgasm, and then immediately pulled out and slapped her red ass. “If you want to cum, you’re going to fucking earn it!” He got up and went to the table, where he grabbed a length of black rope and a glass butt plug. With her still in the same position, Jacob brought her knees together and began lashing the rope around her ankles. He then knocked her over onto her back and brought the rope up, wrapping it so her wrists were secured to her thighs.

“Lube it up, slut,” he said sternly as he shoved the plug into her mouth. Ava sloppily slobbered it up before he pulled it back out. In a single, impatient motion, he inserted the plug into her ass, causing her to both grunt and lose her breath at the same time. Her sphincter sealed around the base of it, and she could feel him manipulate it with his finger. Its gentle massage was making her wet.

“Get up and go over to the wall,” he scowled before kicking the exposed end of the plug with his foot. He stood back to watch her struggle. The restraints made it difficult for her to get on her feet, but she eventually was able to roll along the length of her back until she had momentum enough to stand. As soon as she did though, she fell trying to walk. Inwardly amused but outwardly projecting irritation, Jacob dragged her by the feet across the room. He pulled her up by her ponytail until the pain forced her to stand upright. Against the wall was a leather collar and leash that looped through an eye-ring about seven feet in the air. He placed the collar around her neck, grabbed her by the jaw, and spit in her face. He then slapped her and taunted her, saying “Let’s just see how bad you want it.” He went back to the table and grabbed a Hitachi wand vibrator. He plugged it into an outlet behind Ava, and then told her, “You’re going to assume a wall sit position while I hold this to your cunt. If you sit higher than a 90-degree angle, I will stop it. If you fall, I will stop it. To motivate you not to fall, I will hold the end of this leash and you will strangle yourself until you sit back up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I won’t disappoint you again.”

He pressed the on button and Ava could hear the dull humming sound beneath her. “Begin.”

She dropped so her knees were at a square and her back was pressed against the wall. She had a couple of inches of slack on her collar so she could move her head slightly from side to side. Jacob thrust the wand against her pussy and she immediately felt the intense and satisfying vibrations it elicited.

“Oohhh yeah!”, she moaned, careful not to let any other words escape her mouth that would compel him to spank her further. The power of the vibrator flushed her whole body with warmth and she thought she would be able to cum any minute. Despite this and being in decent shape, the bound position she was in, combined with her fatigue from being used earlier, caused her legs to wobble about twenty seconds in. Her approaching climax exacerbated it further, and she knew she was about to fall. The good slut she was tried her hardest to push through, but her legs involuntarily gave out and she began choking on the noose around her neck. Jacob removed the wand as she grasped üsküdar escort bayan for the wall and gasped for air. In a few seconds, she was back into position and he began rubbing the vibrator back and forth against her clit.

Ava began singing from the pleasure and deep burn in her thighs. She was on the edge and tried lowering her weight slightly onto the wand to help get her off. Jacob slowly lowered it to match her efforts, and she soon fell from shifting her weight too much, but was able to get back up before choking too much. Now every second was agony as she was always closer to falling than cumming. She screamed and moaned through the pain giving her somewhat more strength. Jacob, thoroughly enjoying her difficulty, could sense she was nearing her final sequence before orgasm.

“Are you ready to cum, slut?”

“Yes, sir, please can I cum?” she blurted out as fast as possible, hoping she could make it.

“I want you to fucking cum, now!” he said as he thrust the wand harder against her. The added support he gave with the stronger pulses of the toy was exactly what she needed. She yelled at the top of her lungs as the most incredible orgasm she could remember feeling overcame her. Her anus contracted on the plug and she began squirting onto the carpet beneath her while electric waves of euphoria rushed through her body.

Her shuddering caused her to collapse and the leash choked her hard. With one hand gripping the end of the leash tightly and the other maintaining vibrator contact on her pussy, Jacob watched as her legs quivered and face went red. Ava, meanwhile, felt every sensation at once—physical exhaustion, overwhelming pleasure, choking, immobility—as blackness approached. She went unconscious for half a second before Jacob let go off the leash and let her fall to the ground.

She came to again as her body instinctively inhaled oxygen. Her sight became less fuzzy, her hearing sharpened, and her body began reacting to the unmistakable feeling of Jacob fucking her. He was on top furiously thrusting into her and pressing her legs nearly behind her head. A switch flipped on in her brain, and in an instant she was ready to cum.

“May I cum again sir?” she heard herself moan, not knowing she actually uttered the words.

“No!” he punctuated with a particularly hard and deep thrust before removing himself from her. He quickly began loosening her restraints. Ava needed to cum again. She only enjoyed her orgasm for a moment before blacking out, and she felt deprived.

“Get your ass over to the bed in position three!”

She moved but not as fast as either of them had wanted, so he began slapping her pussy, encouraging her body to move quicker. When she got to the side of the bed, she bent over and rested her torso on top of it with her feet on the ground and legs pressed together, leaving her open for penetration from behind. She brought her arms behind her back and buried her face in the sheets.

Jacob brought a few items from the table and placed them on the bed beside Ava. The first was a leather arm brace which wrapped around both of her forearms and was fastened together with two belts. He snugly attached it, rendering her arms immobile. Next he picked up what resembled a horse bit, except for it was made of leather. Two leather straps extended from either end of it for several feet.

“Bite down on this, slut,” he said as he spanked her ass and then placed the bit in her mouth. She clamped down on it, feeling the grooves her teeth had made during previous sessions. Finally, he grabbed a black dildo that was slightly thicker and longer than his own well-endowed cock. She couldn’t see it but was somewhat expecting him to use it on her. He drizzled lube over it liberally and worked it along the entirety of the shaft. Without warning, he grabbed the end of the plug in her ass and gently began tugging it out. Eventually, her sphincter gave way and it popped out, sending a brief rush of pleasure through her. He dropped down and began tonguing her ass aggressively. She shrieked. Being rimmed was one of her favorite sensations. As she moaned, he shoved the black cock in her pussy hard, making her gasp, mostly in pain but with a tinge of carnal satisfaction. She quickly adjusted to it and he began pumping it in and out of her, twisting it with each motion. Jacob buried his tongue an inch into her ass and began flicking it up and down. The combination of it and the dildo drove her insane, and she wanted to cum, but she knew he wouldn’t let her enjoy it long. And he didn’t.

“Hold it in. Don’t you dare let it come out,” he said as he stood up. She clenched her cunt around it, but knew it would stay in by its thickness alone. He began to violently spank her with his hand, resurrecting the burning sensation she felt on her cheeks moments ago. She bit down hard into the leather in her mouth. The vibrations from the spanking reverberated through the cock in her pussy, keeping her on edge despite the forcefulness of his hand. He stopped and began rubbing her gingerly, soothing the heat. She heard the lube bottle pop open once more, but ignored it as he began thrusting the dildo in her again, this time more forceful and pleasurable than previously. She let out a string of ecstatic grunts that were suppressed only slightly by the bit, and she felt close to cumming.

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Your email read: “My first command to My Owned flower, then. Before she plays with herself again. Take a long hot shower. Clean yourself and prepare your body as if it were your wedding day. As if you were being sacrificed to the dragon Himself. When clean and dry, kneel down and look up as if your Master were standing there. Say simply “Yours, Master.” Then, the girl may play.”

The email came in the middle of the day. The instructions seem simple enough. My day continues, but my thoughts begin to wander. Being told not to… makes the act that much more desirable. Hours pass and the desire turns to need. I’m now squirming in my seat, trying unsuccessfully to focus. I pull up Your email and I read it over and over and over again. It only makes my need grow stronger. My jeans become a fabric prison, my hands itch with want.

Graciously, the end of the day arrives. I can’t make it to the car fast enough. The seat warmer isn’t helping, I’m now biting my lip in traffic. A few more miles… feels like hundreds. I run an errand, making small talk with the cashier. She has no idea the fire building between my legs as we exchange pleasantries. The conversation couldn’t be more aggravating, every word delaying my release.

Home, I drop my shopping, putting away the perishables as quickly as I can. Then the dog must be let out, my mother kadıköy escort bayan calls, a knock at the door. Delay after delay after delay cause me no end of torture.

Finally, FINALLY, I step into the bathroom and strip naked. The clothes peel from my body like a most unwanted skin. I take a deep steadying breath before stepping forward. The last thing I want is to slip and fall before I get my first chance to please my Master.

The cold of the bathtub floor is quickly juxtaposed by warmth of the water as it flows over the tops of my feet. The overhead turns on and my body finally relaxes for the first time all day. As the water soaks my long hair, I feel it tickling all the way down my back. I smile at the sensation. The feeling reminds me of hands on my skin, the hands that put me here, Your hands. My need begins to build again.

Quickly, I grab the loofah and soap, lathering as fast as I can. I need to hurry, need to get to the end of this game. But the feeling of the soft leather, the coarse fibers of the scrubber against my skin, causes me to slow down. So smooth, so soothing, so intoxicating. The smell of lavender fills my nostrils, bringing my mind to calm. I smile again, thinking of how I will now smell of flowers, for You, Your little flower.

The kartal escort bayan orange loofah caresses my sore feet, one after the other. Then up my legs. How skinny they seem under the white bubbles. Up and up, past my knees, further still, over my soft thighs, and up again. The bubbles find my valley, but I dare not do more than clean no matter how I yearn. Back and around, over the small curve of my ass, into the crevasse, and back around again. Over my long torso, along each individual rib, between the perky mounds now heaving with need. My nipples grow hard despite the warmth of the water passing over them.

My back, my arms, my hands, my shoulders, my neck: all relish the feeling of soft lather scrubbed into the tan skin. My hand pauses for a moment as my fingers pass over the nape of my neck, just below my hairline. Someday, I will earn Your mark and there it will sit, forever more. A sigh of bliss passes my lips as I think of it.

Grabbing my razor, I shave every hair from the neck down. Well, not every hair. I leave a small strip just above my aching lips, two fingers wide, three long. Just a little patch for You to pass Your fingers through.

As I grab for the shampoo, I remember your words: “hot shower.” After my hair begins to soak up the coconut maltepe escort bayan scent, I turn, shutting off the cold tap completely. Steam instantly fills my senses, causing me to breathe deeply. It’s not until I slowly back into the scalding water that I realize just how cold I really and truly was.

A sigh of relief crests my lips as every care of the day seems to slip from me. I merely stand there, eyes closed, letting the faucet wash the bubbles away for my soft, grateful skin. Once again, my mind wanders to You. I must remember to thank You.

I turn off the water now feeling more than a little at peace. The soft fibers of the towel kiss my skin as they whisk away the hot beads now decorating my body. I dry my hair as best I am able, but it drops to my back still damp after several moments of work.

I spread the towel beneath me, not wanting to get my freshly cleaned knees dirty, an act which would certainly not please You. On my knees, my back is straight, my hands on my thighs. I look up into nothing, into the ceiling, into Your eyes.

It’s getting harder to breathe. Why is it so hard to breathe? The steam, my position, the thought of You?

A deep breath in and the words quietly slip from my lips like a prayer.

“Yours.”

“Master.”

A smile washes over my face as my hands finally find myself. It doesn’t take my fingers long, finding myself in sweet and unforgiving bliss within moments. After the final wave has crashed against my shores, I find I have become a puddle of ecstasy upon the cold tile floor.

I speak the words again. “Yours, Master. All Yours.” The dragon has claimed his sacrifice.

Miles away, He smiled and whispered “Good girl.”

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It is an unobtrusive storefront in an ‘up-and-coming part’ of Toronto. The shop windows are tinted; the door is painted black. There is a discreet, hand-lettered sign tucked in a corner of the window. “Sex toys available.” It is lettered in sophisticated calligraphy, the elegance of the penmanship not matching the words on the sign. There is no other sign on the store front. Nothing else to indicate what the store sells.

I am fascinated. I bite my lip in slight nervous tension; do a hasty sweep of the street with my eyes. I don’t recognise anyone. It is a bright summer afternoon; everyone is going about their business with the usual bustle of a big city. I am trapped in the moment; a mote dancing in the sunlight. I am the cat that is about to get burned for my curiosity. I push the door and walk in.

Most sex stores are similar. They are seedy; there’s a booth in the back; there are men who shuffle around, carefully not making eye contact. This one? This is a temple.

Discreet spotlights highlight the sex toys on display, and these are not the dildos you find in Victoria’s Secret. The dildos are made of steel and wood, they are displayed on pedestals, and each one is huge. I feel like I’m in a museum; I look around for the ‘Do Not Touch’ signs, and inwardly giggle. A giggle of pure nervousness. I’m reacting to the atmosphere of this place, and it is turning me on.

My eyes are drawn to a huge steel fist. Surely that can’t go inside a person, I think in horror. It has to be at least fifteen inches long, and about three inches of thickness. I gulp. My pussy, on cue, begins to moisten.

I wander around the store in silence. There is a man in the corner who must work in the store. He looked up when I walked in; nodded in greeting, but he hasn’t said anything yet.

Another wall has whips. I can feel my pussy react to the possibility of pain; I am creaming in my panties, and I’m convinced I smell of arousal. Each whip is mounted on the wall; spotlights catching the leather; the leather sparkles under the light. My hand reaches out, mesmerized. I touch a flogger, imaging the leather strands being dragged over my skin, before it is cruelly brought down on my body. My entire face flushes; my lips part very slightly.

The man sitting in the corner eyes me expressionlessly. I can tell he knows how aroused I am. I want to flee. I find myself pulled towards him.

“Do you want to see the back?”

His ataşehir escort bayan voice is smooth, easy. Like a fine wine, with hints of depth. Warning bells start to ring in my mind; but that’s the good girl in me. Right now, I’m ignoring her. I am a moth drawn to the flame.

“Yes.” The merest whisper.

He moves out from behind the counter. Walks over to the back, opens a door. I walk in. It is a small auditorium. Perhaps twenty seats. He flicks a couple of switches, and spotlights light the stage. The place feels intimate, dangerous.

“What happens here?” I ask in an undertone. “Sex shows?” I’m a little surprised; Toronto is an unlikely city for live sex shows.

“No. No sex. Just pain.” His words are direct.

He looks at me; his eyes wandering all over my body. They linger on my breasts. My nipples are erect, visible under the thin sundress I’m wearing.

“What’s your name?” he asks me.

“Sara.” Run, Sara, run, the warnings scream in my head. There is danger here; not in this man, or in this place, but in the way my body is responding to this place. I’m helpless here; this place fulfils some secret hidden longing in me, and I have a feeling that if the man standing in front of me orders me to sink to my knees and suck him off; I would obey. There’s something in the air; something that’s bringing out every secret erotic fantasy I’ve had.

He silently hands me a business card.

House of Pain.

There is a phone number underneath.

“What do you mean, just pain?” I whisper.

“People pay to watch,” he waves his arms towards the seat, “while I whip a girl.” He sees the look in my eyes. I’m mesmerized by the idea of being whipped under the spotlight by this man. He hands me a sheet. “These are the current rates. Call me if you are interested.”

There’s a dismissal in his voice. He’s made his pitch; it is now up to me to act.

I leave. My eyes squint in the bright sunlight outside; the interior of the shop had been dim. The traffic, the city noise, the pedestrians darting about, all feel strange after the feel of the shop. I walk along in a daze, walk into a nearby coffee shop. I need to sit down.

I realize I’m still clutching the sheet he handed me. I don’t even know his name. It isn’t the guy that’s causing the reaction in me though; it’s the place. House of Pain. The words hold pendik escort bayan a world of promise.

Reading the contents of the sheet, I feel wetness trickle out of my pussy. The sheet reminds me of the slips of paper in most sushi places — you fill in what you want; and how many. This sheet lists acts –bare-bottom spanking, whipping (bottom), whipping (breasts and nipples), whipping (pussy), caning, electricity (breasts and nipples), electricity (pussy), and much more. I feel my face flush again; my forehead has a sheen of sweat on it.

There are also rates. Taking 20 bare-bottom swats will pay out $10. 10 strokes with the flogger on my breasts, and I’ll get paid $30. There’s a footnote at the bottom of the sheet. Minimum order $200. I gulp. That’s four hundred bare-bottom swats; a world of pain.

My coffee cools next to me, forgotten. My nipples brush against my sundress, sending licks of longing running through me. I can feel my pussy quiver, my orgasm faint, but definite. I have come just from the idea of being whipped.

I am on autopilot. I want to call; I hesitate. Doing a sex show in a sex store? This is not me.

“There will be no sex,” a voice in my head reminds me. I’m totally drawn to the idea of being whipped under spotlights.

“You have a real life. Don’t be ridiculous. What if you run into friends there? Or your family? What then, Sara?” Practical, good-girl Sara intervenes angrily. I sigh. This will have to remain fantasy.

Two days later, I pick up my phone and call the House of Pain.

***

“Can my face be hidden somewhat?” I ask the guy. I tell myself that I’m just curious.

“No.” His voice brooks no opposition. “Watching your face contort with pain is part of what my clientele pay for.”

“Oh.” My voice is small. “I’m concerned about being recognized.”

“If you sign up, you’ll sign a non-disclosure agreement,” he says. “The clients do as well. And if you have a non-disclosure agreement, I’ll show you a list of client names for each show. That way, if you see someone on the list that you know, you can opt out.”

“Oh.” That could work. There are a thousand holes in his logic, of course — there are a lot of people with the same name, and a lot of people in the city that I know casually, but I don’t always know their last names. Still, there is a safeguard of sorts.

I am drawn. ümraniye escort bayan I can’t keep away from the flame, though I know there is a risk of getting burned.

“How many shows do I have to do, if I sign?”

“At least one. After that, you decide if you want to come back, I’ll decide if I want you back.”

“What’s the $200 minimum?” I ask.

“I like my shows to be an hour long, that’s to make sure you pick enough things to fill up the hour.”

The warning bells are still ringing. One hour of pain. I’ve never even been spanked before, my boyfriend looking horrified when I suggested it once. This craving for pain, this is a hidden part of me, a part that has never seen the light of day.

I find myself saying, “Yes, I want to do this.”

***

I’ve asked if I can be spanked or whipped before the show, so I can prepare for the pain. John (I finally ask his name) declines. “I’ve been marketing you as a virgin to pain… the clients are really excited about you. Plus, you get a $500 bonus for it.”

I go along with him. There’s an excitement in me, excitement that for an hour, I will be at the mercy of this guy. He’s suggested I just start with the beginner mix of pain — no canes, no fisting. I bite my lip. “Fisting?” I mutter.

“I noticed you were rather captivated by the fist dildo when you first came in.” His voice is amused.

He had been watching me. I flush. “We’ll work our way up to it, not this session,” he says kindly.

***

I’ve been told I am to obey John without question during the show. “You can moan, cry, scream in pain, all of that is ok. No talking though.” John promises there will be no sex. He will stay fully clothed during the session. The audience will as well, though they will be in darkness. I imagine some of them will be touching themselves. I’ve proofed the list; made sure I don’t know anyone. I’m good to go.

***

I’ve reviewed my sushi menu of pain. I’m going to be spanked bare-bottom thirty times, flogged on my butt and thighs, cropped on my breasts, and most worryingly, my pussy. I survey the list. I think I’m insane. My fingers steal under my jeans to find my pussy, soaked. I bring myself to orgasm.

***

It is the evening of the show. I’m wearing an old sundress. “Wear something that can be ripped,” I was told. I’ve also shaved my pussy, as instructed.

I am at in a small room off to the side of the stage. I can hear soft music playing, the shuffling of footsteps as people come in, take their seats. I have been teetering at the edge of arousal all day, but I don’t finger myself. It feels wrong. I want my arousal to come entirely from the anticipation of pain. I want to orgasm as I’m being whipped.

I hear the applause begin. That’s my cue. I walk out under the spotlight.

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He paced nervously outside the front of her door, the anxiety of the first one on one meeting eating him alive. He had met with her, worked with her, even had work her for him, but this was the first time he was meeting her outside of the office. They had talked for hours, chatting online until the wee hours of the morning, exchanging trivialities about themselves until they had finally arrived at the inescapable conclusion that there was more going on in the relationship than just a passing enjoyment of each other’s company.

It was, of course, a relatively short jump from that realization to the understanding that the relationship they had shared professionally had already left its mark, creating a one-sided dominance in his favor. He had been the employer, the boss, the professor, she the employee, the volunteer, the student. It was a natural turn then that their “out of office” dalliances had lead them into the same sort of power dynamic, with her the willing submissive to his dominant personality.

He was quite early, honestly, and he knew that she would still be getting ready to leave. In fact, he was guessing that she was doing it all naked as she preferred doing things around the house wearing very little, partially due to the fact that it was warm and partially because she felt sexy when doing so. He wondered idly if she’d come to the door naked, but since they were close to other people in the building, he doubted it.

The plan was to go get a bite to eat and then head to graduation, wishing the few students that they cared about a great new life. It was going to be a long ceremony and he wasn’t looking forward to sitting there, but what were you going to do? People expected to see him there and he wasn’t one to disappoint people on their big day.

Finally, he took a deep breath, summoned up his courage, and texted her that he was there. Just to make add a bit of humorous flair, he snapped a quick picture of her welcome mat and sent it to her, letting her know he was standing right outside her door. There was a long pause, until finally the door opened to a puzzled face, “You’re early.” He agreed with her, mentally noting that she was wearing clothes, and slipped past her into the apartment.

Once inside, he noticed with some small satisfaction that she was also quite nervous, her hands fluttering slightly as she showed him into the living room. In point of fact, the knowledge that he put her on edge made him feel more at ease, naturally sliding more into his dominant side. It also helped that, as he looked around the apartment, he noticed the clutter which made him realize her need for guidance and direction.

She was in the bathroom, working on her hair, chatting nervously about something as he made his decision. She would be his and he would enjoy her submission. Having made up his mind, he stood quickly, walking into the bathroom. She was standing at the mirror and he entered behind her, her eyes widening as he stood confidently behind her. “I expected you to be getting your hair done while not dressed,” was his comment, the sound of his voice seeming loud in the otherwise still room. “I put something on to answer the door,” was her response, indicating that his supposition of her being naked had been correct.

He paused, letting the silence hang for a second, as she looked at him nervously in the mirror. Finally, she broke it, her voice squeaking slightly, “Should I have not done that?” He didn’t answer, just continued to stare at her, letting her make her own assumptions. “Should I change that?” She still sounded so nervous, it was a turn on for him, he clearly had her under his spell and was already thinking about all the ways to use bostancı escort bayan it to his advantage. He reached out his hand, fingers outstretched in supplication, “Your clothes.” Her face was a mix of emotions; nervousness, excitement, and arousal all played through her eyes as she made the decision that was going to shape the rest of her day, if not her life.

Without losing eye contact, she began stripping her clothes off. The tanktop came first, leaving her chest completely bare as she had not decided on a bra yet. Her shorts fell to the ground next, revealing a rather naughty looking red thong, which soon joined the pile of clothes on the floor. She bent to pick them up and all the flashes of skin were distracting him as she handed him her clothes. As she straightened again, he took a long, slow look up and down her body. He had been thinking about it for a while and now that it was bare for him, he was pleasantly surprised at how much better she looked than even his imagination had created.

He wondered how long he had been staring at her before looking back up into her eyes, “Get back to work on your hair.” She turned slowly, showing off her shapely ass, and started picking at her hair again, still watching him out of the corner of her eye in the mirror. Even still, she yelped in surprise as his hand smacked her across her right butt cheek, “That was for not greeting me at the door naked.” His reason was delivered in a low almost growl, only inches from her ear. Her response was merely a meek “Yes, sir” as her body shivered at the sudden and, hitherto unprecedented, intimate contact.

Tearing his gaze away from her body, he turned and left the bathroom, stalking through the rest of the apartment. He was taking in the area, seeing what he had to work with, ideas springing to mind of fun things to try and do. He, of course, didn’t have much time today, but there was always tomorrow and he knew this was going to last for a long time. Satisfied with his search through her apartment, he returned to the bathroom, expecting that she would be done.

He actually encountered her at the door to the bathroom, her on the way out, showing surprise as he came around the corner. He noticed appreciatively the bounce of her breasts as she jerked backwards, still uncomfortable with her nudity in his proximity. She hesitated, unsure of what she was supposed to do or say, not mentally ready to be in the position she found herself in. When she woke up that morning, she was not expecting to have a man in her house, let alone one that was keeping her naked.

“Kneel. Remember the position you were told about.” His command was terse, eliciting the proper response however, as she dropped to her knees immediately. The ‘position’ had been previously discussed at some length, a creation by him that she found appealing in its implied servitude. On her knees, her hands with open palms up resting on her knees, and her chin up, eyes staring forward, she looked divine. He knelt beside her, his hands nudging her knees farther apart, exposing her sex to his gaze. Her breathing was quite shallow, the nerves showing through again, but it gave her chest a very subtle jiggle which caught the eye of the observant.

He stood, taking small circles around her, taking in her beauty. In this position, all of her assets were on display and he appreciated the curves of her body. He wanted more, needed more of her, but he wanted to take it slow and enjoy it to the fullest extent that he could. “Go out to the couch and kneel in front of it,” She made a move to stand and he put a hand on her shoulder, holding her down, “Crawl.” He tuzla escort bayan could feel her physical reaction to his command as she shivered slightly under his touch.

Stepping away, he watched her crawl to the couch, following along behind her. The movement put her ass on full display, the slight swaying of her curvy, toned butt was intoxicating, but there was also the movement of her breasts, complimenting the sway of her ass as she crawled forward. Each ‘step’ forward separated her thighs slightly, giving him peeks at her virginal pussy… the shaved mound his ultimate goal, though he figured it would take time to get there. She stopped in front of the couch, assuming the position again as she waited for his next command.

He slipped around her and sat on the couch, leaning back and looking at her. She was getting more comfortable with her nudity, though he hadn’t really touched her yet. “How aroused at you, little one?” He asked, using the pet name that she enjoyed the most. Her response was timid, “Very, sir.” He nodded and unbuckled his pants, sliding them off to leave his underwear on, the tent in them very obvious. “Lay over my lap, ass up.” She complied, standing first before bending over his lap, her hands and feet still on the ground on either side of his lap. Her ass, one of parts of her body he found the most appealing, was displayed in front of him, ready to be used or abused as he saw fit.

Laying one hand on the small of her back, the fingers of his other hand starting teasing the curve of her ass. He applied some slight pressure to the inside of her thighs, forcing her legs farther apart, and displaying her womanly treasures even more to his hungry view. The smell of her arousal was evident as was the slight sheen of moisture between her thighs, she was loving this and her libido was rising even through her nervousness. He dragged his fingernails along the backs of her thighs, making small trails of red towards her ass. She was jerking slightly, partly due to the sensations but also partly ticklish as she giggled. Finally, he reached the underside of her butt, moving around the side, leaving her entire cheek untouched. Then, without any warning, he brought his hand back and spanked her hard.

She was caught so off-guard that she almost fell, the sudden strike to her ass wasn’t particularly painful, though it did sting slightly, but the surprise overrode her balance for a second. His hand, still on her lower back, stabilized her until she regained her footing. She let out a small whimper, as his fingernails ‘appeared’ again, tracing along the underside of her ass around her inner thigh, making sure to avoid touching the extremely needy pussy.

He was having fun exploring her butt, especially with it being so nicely presented to him, and while he desperately wanted to play with her dripping cunt, he left it alone for later. He could tell how much she needed more, but he was enjoying her reactions and continued teasing her. Alternating between fingernails and squeezing, he played with her ass cheeks always inching closer and closer to the tight asshole with his fingers. As his fingers came in contact with her backdoor, her entire body tensed. He knew it was unexplored territory for her and he was gentle, but insistent, wanting to make sure that she knew that her body was his entirely.

He probed at her tight pink ring gently, just rubbing his fingers around it and massaging, coaxing her to relax and enjoy. As he felt her submit to his fingers, he kept gentle pressure at her back entrance, not trying to enter her but just making sure she knew that he could at any point. Her whimpers göztepe escort bayan were getting louder, driven by the sensations that were entirely new to her.

With a final swat across her (very spankable) bottom, he pushed her slightly away from him, “Stand up and straddle my lap, facing me.” She followed his orders, though her legs looked a bit unsteady as the arousal and nervousness was making balance an issue. She settled down with her knees on either side of his lap and he could immediately feel the heat emanating from her pussy, the need obvious in her flushed face.

He took a moment just to look at her, enjoying her femininity even in that very submissive moment. She knelt on his lap, hands at her sides, her eyes looking into his face, trying hard to be patient even though her entire body was screaming for more. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he leaned back and looked her in the eyes, meeting her desperation with calmness. “Sir? Please…” Her voice was so small sounding as she was hesitantly asking, begging, for his touch.

He shook his head slightly, looking her right in the eyes and said very softly, “Make yourself cum for me.” Her eyes widened, not expecting his lack of involvement, especially in this position and she paused, the surprise stopping her momentarily from a reaction. “Touch yourself and make yourself cum right there on my lap.” He reiterated the command, giving her more details, but all the while leaving his hands behind his head. Clearly enjoying the show, he was content to keep watching her perform for him.

Finally responding, she moved her right hand down to her pussy, sliding her fingers over her clit and down to her entrance. The wet sound of skin against skin contact told him how aroused she was and he grinned slightly, as he let his eyes follow her fingers. She began toying with herself, almost instantly crescendoing towards climax due to the moments they had already shared. Her chin tilted back as her fingers danced over her pussy, driving herself towards orgasm as her eyes closed.

She was nearing the climax when suddenly she felt his hands on her again, which startled her, causing her to lose her rhythm. He had both hands on her ass again, squeezing gently and pressing closer to him, “Keep going, I want you to cum for me.” She kept her eyes open this time, staring down into his face and meeting his own hungry gaze, as her fingers sped up again.

As her body reached the plateau, he slipped his fingers deeper against her ass, creating contact again with her asshole and gently nudging one finger slightly into her this time. Her reaction was immediate and dramatic as her legs bucked and she let out a high pitched moan. After struggling to attempt to maintain eye contact for a rushed second, she threw her head back and convulsed, her orgasm intense.

He held her all the way through it, keeping her firmly against his lap and his hands still tight on her ass. He marveled at her strength, but also her eroticism, enjoying the intimacy given to him by her willingly by her actions. As she came down from her high, panting at the exertion, her eyes found his again. Looking up at her, “That was really beautiful… you’re an amazing girl, if a bit wet.” She glanced down and seemed slightly surprised at how wet he was, her arousal and orgasm had caused her to squirt slightly, leaving his underwear wet in very suggestive patterns across his very hard erection.

She blushed heavily, about to mutter an apology, before his fingers touched her lips, “Hush, little one, there’s no need to say anything. It was beautiful and I enjoyed it greatly. How about we get up and go get a shower?” Her tired nod was all the acquiescence he needed as he helped her up from his lap, gripping her hips and holding her in place standing before him. Slowly, he placed a small kiss on her left hip, “I think I will figure out a way to mark you permanently as mine… and I like that spot for my mark.”

He smiled at her, knowing that this was just the beginning of a fantastic and mutually beneficial relationship.

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