Leading “Sweetness” Further Astray Ch. 01

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For those who have enjoyed my prior submissions and asked for others, this story submission is intended to be the 1st of a three part series and to satisfy those requests.

I write for women. And in my stories, I make you, the female reader, the focus and the point of attention…in my stories, the female reader IS the character…my character. My character “Sweetness” has a timid, ladylike persona in public but you have a secret, seething appetite for sex and submission…torrid, unbridled, uninhibited sex. And she (you) seek to be secretly possessed by a strong, dominant man who takes what he wants and draws every last morsel of erotic naughtiness from her imaginative mind and sultry body.

Sweetness…My pussy…Let your imagination go and wander into this realm. In general, my stories are about submission and domination but this one is rather mild compared to prior submissions.

Please, if you enjoy this story, read my other stories posted here, and let me know. But let me know what direction you would like the next chapter of this story to take…where should I take you…how far astray should I lead you…what should I do to, and for you?

The mind is an incredible tool…use it. Offer shape for subsequent chapters.

Now, let yourself slip into the fantasy. Read on.

Chapter 1.

You step very carefully out of the taxi cab. Your short, ultra-tight tube-dress is already at your thighs, reaching just barely below your ass-cheeks. Anyone looking would probably get a glimpse of your shaven and so needy pussy as your swelteringly hot legs spread while exiting. No panties…for you know and obey…no panties in my presence; your pussy is warm and moist.

Once standing upright, you hesitate on the pavement for a few moments, the sinking sun behind you, looking at the tall and strangely intimidating doorman and the regal looking façade of the hotel. You breathe nervously, heavily as the passing pedestrians turn to look you up-and down. The passing men take a second look over their shoulders; some a third, and some never stop staring.

“This is it,” you tell yourself. All that time, all those previous dates around home…it’s all been building up to this point. Three days ago I sent you an airline ticket to this amazing resort destination and a brief note. The note only had a few directions…no pleasantries, simply dominant, mysterious directions. One said, “Sweetness, My sweet little slut, drop everything and meet me, Yours, Michael.” The 2nd said, “Travel comfortably, but change into this outfit at the airport for the trip to the hotel.”

And the package that arrived with the note? Well, it contained the tightest, shortest most erotic dress you’d ever seen. You knew to obey, and frankly we both knew you would.

Today. In the heat of the anxious moment. After flying non-stop for many hours, but now dressed as ordered…in that sultry slip of cloth, your 5-inch stiletto heels, and your choker, the fear and the excitement and the shear lust of the moment hits your stomach and makes your heart race as you battle against yourself to decide, are you in or are you out?

The doorman smiles. He knows. You are sure he knows, you think to yourself. Why is he smiling, if he doesn’t know? But it is this man’s seemingly knowing and annoyingly judgmental smile that makes up your mind. You confidently smile back, point to your very small over-night bag and ask the doorman to call a porter. Then, you strut forward, hips swaying erotically, trying to hide everything, but failing; exposing all your curves and all your fears, but suggesting all your naughty desires.

You enter the hotel and take a look around the huge, dominating foyer. You wonder if I am there yet; perhaps watching from afar; perhaps awaiting your arrival. You feel that you are already on display for me…NO. You know it. You know that this part is my test. Your instructions were otherwise quite vague. But you suspect that I am enjoying the way you feel as you attempt to check into the hotel I’ve chosen. We planned three nights in this beautiful place and you suspect it will be a very full three nights. And secretly, you plan to surprise me.

Convinced I am there watching you, you gather your thoughts, but hesitate, waiting for the porter carrying your bag to catch up with you before approaching the reception counter. You turn and catch him staring at your ass. Swiftly, you turn back and slowly, carefully walk forwards, legs crossing, hips swaying, shimmering hair flowing down your uncovered back.

Dressed in the provocative short black tube dress that clings to every vivacious curve, your black choker and slinky black stilettos, you don’t look quite right crossing the foyer. Amongst the rich, but more comfortably dressed guests, you look too sultry for this time of day. The front-desk clerk looks you up and down, and once again you feel judged. You feel your face flush at the almost prying visual invasion she gives you.

All the third, (and final) part of my instructions beykent escort gave you was a list of items you were to bring this weekend, (the tube skirt, a bikini, your stilettos and choker and your cosmetics and toiletries), a direction that someone would meet you at the bar if I was delayed, and the name to ask for as you arrive. “I am here to meet…Michael” you announce, determined not to speak shyly. “Michael.” That’s all I gave you, as if there was only one Michael in the whole wide world.

The receptionist smiles, asking you to wait one moment and retrieves an envelope from back of the desk, turns back and hands it to you. “Michael instructed me to give this to you, he would like you to wait in the bar. We will send your case to the suite, I’m sure you will, ah how should I say…ENJOY your stay.” she says with a knowing smirk.

You reach out with your petite hand and quizzically, curiously and cautiously take the envelope; your blue painted nails contrasting against the pristine white paper. When she sees them, she stares for one moment before looking up knowingly into your eyes. You defensively pull your hand back and slowly step back from the reception desk, hiding your hands by folding your arms over your chest.

“Thank you,” you say coyly, the confidence in your voice knocked askew by this surprise. “She seems to know too.” you think silently. You turn hurriedly and fairly run towards the bar, looking around to see if you can spot me, opening the envelope and beginning to read the note inside as you scurry.

‘Good girl,” it reads. “You have done well so far, I know you are nervous. Know this; I can see you, dressed just as I want you, so fuckable my dear. Can you feel all eyes watching you? Can you feel the eyes of the other guests, looking at you, suspecting that you are here for some sordid reason? Do you realize that you are every man in this hotel’s fantasy, and every woman in this hotel’s worst fear? All the men desire you…all the woman wish to be you. Flaunt your beauty my dear and make them all jealous.

You are to go to the bar, take a stool and order a champagne cocktail, I want to see you perch on that high stool in that outfit. I want to see you struggle to keep your dignity in that dress. I will show myself and meet you there in due time, be ready.”

You slip the note into your purse and look around again. You think to yourself that by looking around; searching so blatantly only serves to show others that you are not in control, so you stop, hold your head up and enter the lounge.

You choose a stool in the center of the bar. They seem so high. With difficulty, you slide onto the seat, keeping your sultry, seductive legs tightly pressed together, tugging first at the hemline across your thighs, so as to hide your freshly shaven pussy and the dampness on your inner thighs, and then at the chest-line, pulling it up over your heaving cleavage. You sense your little pink nipples stretching the tight fabric for all to see. You feel as comfortable as you can (while obviously dressed for exhibition and exposure). You order your drink.

You sit quietly, sipping daintily-femininely, but soon feel a little giddy as you reach the bottom of the glass faster than is normal for you. Nervous, you order another for courage and shift your weight, crossing your legs to the opposite side. For twenty-five minutes you sit, still but nervous; getting more anxious by the moment…twenty-five long, excruciating minutes when I do not arrive, and when every man in this room gawks hungrily upon you. You squirm uncomfortably, continually trying to both cover and compose yourself. As is occasionally your singular flaw, you begin to worry needlessly that I have decided that I no longer wish to be with you, that you have failed me in some way.

Lost in your erroneous thoughts, a singular man finally works up the courage, walks up and offers to buy you another drink. Clumsily, he tries to tell you how wonderful you look while making a very awkward and demeaning pass at you. The way he approaches and his overall appeal remind you of what you so like about me as opposed to others like him.

My classy, confidence level is like nothing you’ve every encountered before and that blatant confidence and dominant class, so absent in this stranger, intoxicates you.

You look at him in a disappointed way, but trying to decide what to do…how to react. For if its true that I am watching, could I be testing you? Your mind races. You graciously accept the man’s offer, (just in case this is a test), and he sits on the stool beside you and begins to make small talk.

All while he talks, you look around cautiously, paying him little mind? As he talks, he slips his hand onto your knee, rather presumptuously and begins to get pushy, asking for your room number. You hate his approach and wish he would leave…not smooth enough, not confident enough, not dark enough, not at all mysterious, and not at gaziosmanpaşa escort all erotic enough. This is no test.

You thank the man for the drink and ask him to leave, explaining that you are here only to meet someone…someone very special, but he refuses to go, talking louder, making comments about your attire; suggesting nastily, that you are there for one thing and one thing only.

Then you feel a strong arm wrap around you, instantly comforting. Startled, you swiftly turn towards the touch when you feel a light, gentle kiss on your cheek and a strong voice in your ear. “Is this man bothering you Sweetness,” I ask. As I do he immediately leaves.

You turn to look at me and I am looking deep, longingly, darkly, seductively into your eyes. You instantly wonder how you could have thought that man might be connected to me; the contrast so startling.

“Hello Michael,” you say as I lean in to kiss you, and you fall into my arms. We kiss deep, and I feel your whole warm, quivering body pressed tightly against mine. My strong arms encircle you; the sensation you feel is protective and possessive all at once. You feel my body, strong and rippled, and smell the sweet, manly aroma of my musky scent.

Wrapped in one another’s arms once again, the magic is undeniable…our limbs fit like gloves, and the warm embers of desire flame fast and furious. I smell your sweet femininity and your alluring perfume, and feel your soft, girly flesh give way to my every caressing touch. Our bodies touch in all the right places; and you are amazed that you seem to be able to feel every pleasure point lit at once. After several long moments wrapped together where you seem not to want to let go, we finally break.

I take your hand and you slide from the stool. I look at your outfit and smile my approval. You feel vindicated and wondrously confident now. “For you,” you say, and spin on your heels to show me your curves from every angle.

“For you,” I say, as I first step back and open my sport coat, and then take you in my arms and press my groin hard against your hungry flesh. You sigh, and grip my arm with both of yours as we break. I lead you to the restaurant where we are shown to a very, very secluded but prestigious table.

The time passes quickly as we eat our meal; we talk like it was only yesterday since our last erotic rendezvous. I ask how your journey was; you ask how my day has been and so on. I comment on your nails and your head falls a little in submission.

We finish our meal and sit waiting for coffee. I slip my hand under the table and onto your thigh. You jump ever so slightly as you feel my strong hand slide up your thigh and between your legs. Involuntarily, you spread your legs, and voluntarily slide against me, then down lower into the seat, signaling your desire and displaying your submission. As you slide down, your tight dress slides up your thighs, your ass now almost completely exposed but hidden from the few other patrons by the extending table cloth.

I look intently at you, not displaying any clue to my impending plans. I feel the damp arousal from your sweet pussy that has drizzled onto your thighs. Your lipstick-covered lips part and your eyes close, your nipples strain against the tiny covering fabric. I lean forwards a little, as if listening to an interesting part of a conversation and barely; just barely touch your damp pussy with one long, manly finger. You sigh, bite your lower lips and extend your eager hips in my direction. I speak very soft yet dominantly as I prepare to invade your lustful body.

“You are so wet, and no panties, what a slut you are” I say calmly.

You attempt to answer, but cannot. You merely moan softly and grip the edge of the table as my fingers gently slide back to caress the inside of your thighs, mere inches from your treasure. Your hips rhythmically rise and fall and your chest with them as your breathing grows heavy. “Michael,” you whisper as you nervously flick a long strand of hair from your brow, (a nervous but sexy little “tick” you have but have never recognized), “You are working me into a frenzy. Please touch me there again.”

You look anxiously around the restaurant to see if people are looking. You sense that they are, but do not care. For now you care only about what I am doing to you. “Keep yourself under control my little slut slut, or I will stop and you will receive no more pleasure than this tonight,” I demand of you.

“ahhh yes Mmm Michael,” you groan as you squirm under my touch, already desperate to cum.

I lean in close and press my lips into the shimmering hair around your ear. “Listen to me very closely Sweetness,” I naughtily whisper as I caress your thighs. “I am going to fuck you so hard and so frequently this weekend, that you will often cream and likely scream on many an occasion. But I shall tease you, toy with you and test you. You are my cum-drenchable, cock craving fuck slut aren’t ortaköy escort you?”

You nod yes, and I speak again. “While I use you wantonly for my pleasure, you will beg to cum and you will beg to taste and feel my cum. And drench you I shall, I shall cover you in cum, bathe you and cover you again. I shall torment you with my cock for my enjoyment, and when you think that I am through with you, think again. For I will fill you with my cock still again. You are mine to do with as I please…mine to fuck how, when and where I please…mine to feed my cock into every orifice you own. Mine to taste and suck…every last shivering tasty inch and morsel of your flesh is mine. I will both punish and pleasure your raw, quivering flesh and I shall invade both your pleading body, your craving throat and your lusty mind. Tonight, tomorrow and the night after.”

You gasp. “Oh Michael,” is all you can say as I continue to caress your thighs while I speak, enjoying your frustration, enjoying your predicament. Your face flushes and your eyes close tight. I feel your body tense. You bite your lip. You try not to make a sound or give the game away, but after a few seconds you begin to cry from the pain of containment. “Do you want to cum?” I ask.

You nod, “Yes” forcefully YES, as your face contorts, trying to maintain control, and you bite your lower lip even harder, nearly breaking the surface of your flesh with your sharp pearly white teeth.

“Tell me my slut, I want to hear your quivering voice tell me,” I insist. My voice sounds so calm, so certain and so utterly powerful. You think to yourself that this sounds like everything you’ve always fantasized about…to be taken, to be used, to be pillaged with absolutely no semblance of control…but now, given the opportunity…do you dare?

“Ooh please, please,” you groan.

“Sweetness,” I say. “This is your one and only chance to change your mind. I shall place my fingers at your lips. If you want to call this weekend off, then push them away. Otherwise, kiss my fingers. I look into your eyes…you look into mine. Neither one of us blinks. My fingers slide up your thighs and again meet your drooling snatch. You gasp and sit up straight. Slowly two fingers begin to slip in. Your legs spread wide, and my fingers slide in as deep as the first knuckles. You quiver.

I nod once, then slowly, every so slowly, I begin to slip my fingers, out, down and off your thighs. You shudder. Your body hesitates to relinquish that touch…your knees clench. I stop trying to pull them away. For several long seconds, neither one of us moves, our eyes are locked upon one another…a dare…neither one will relinquish. Then, slowly, you open your legs and release my hand.

I grin and remove my fingers through the trail of moisture on your thighs, then place them at your mouth. Without hesitation, you kiss them once, very, very gently, very delicately. You close your eyes as you do so. Then, suddenly you cannot contain your greed. You wantonly grab my hand and feed my damp fingers into your mouth tasting yourself on me, sucking them with mad and obvious intent…to show me your unbridled lust and submission to my plans.

Instantly ferocious and aggressive, I slide my fingers deep into your mouth, meeting no resistance ‘cept for your delicate, pink, licking tongue and your lips close around them. You suck hungrily, greedily. I push you onto your back in the booth, and lean way over your shaking body. “What a nasty little slut you are Sweetness,” I say with a devious, dominant laugh.

“Yes my Master,” you say coyly as your eyelashes flutter girlishly…faking innocence. “All my holes are yours and yours alone, Michael,” you breathily whisper…the last statement made not so innocently.

With that, I sit up fast and take your hand, pull you from the booth and guide you out of the restaurant to the elevator. You are trembling as we walk, but so overwhelmed with lust and desire that you barely recognize the disheveled fit of your dress, and barely care. I pull you forward hungrily. You skitter behind me, trying to keep up in your naughty, sexy heels. Your tight, smooth, exposed legs flex athletically, erotically with each step. Your exposed thighs rub delightfully with each sauntering, wiggly step. You feel the stream of pussy juice, now drying white on the inside of your thighs. You smell your arousal in the air.

As you scurry you notice the looks from the guests and hotel staff; the knowing smiles as they see me leading; no dragging you onward towards what is obviously going to be a hot and steamy night. Those that pass, turn to take a second look at your suggestive naughtiness. From afar witnesses strain their necks to take a peek. My gaze is straight ahead. Your gaze is from side-to-side. I fairly drag you, like a disobedient little girl.

Alone, we enter the elevator, many sets of eyes still upon us until the doors close. When they do, you swiftly fall into my arms and kiss me passionately; your tongue soaks my lips as you wantonly taste my flesh. But over my shoulder, you see the security camera, and stop, stepping back, at first, startled and your confidence temporarily shaken. But I lean in, pressing my strong supple body against your own and kiss you so hard, so passionately, that you feel my hardness through my trousers and your lips mashed on your teeth.

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Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 05

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Hello All! Thanks for your feedback on earlier chapters. There’s a lot of dialogue in this section so please bear with me. Don’t worry, it’ll get hotter in the next chapter!

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Annis was taken to the shaving room by a girl she had never seen before. Remembering Bryndis’ request, she said nothing to her, but her mind was filled with questions for this girl. As soon as the door had closed on Bryndis, her blindfold had been taken off, and Annis was taken aback by this girl. She had absolutely no hair at all – anywhere on her body. She had also been tattooed heavily. It looked almost like a black sunburst around her pussy; the tattoos were smaller and very compact over her mons and then got bigger and more infrequent the farther away from it they were. Each tattoo was a name. What was this? She didn’t ask.

The shaving and bathing room was wonderful. It smelled divine, was lit softly, and had soft, calming music in the back ground. The ceiling and one wall, the wall facing her, were mirrors. She was settled onto a strange platform. Her arms were buckled down over her head. Another buckle went across her shoulders and another around her waist. Each of her feet were shackled to other platforms. Annis was uncertain, but reminded herself that this was just a shave and a bathe. Nothing to be afraid of.

“I’m assuming,” said the girl, “that you have been commanded not to communicate with me. If this is not so, please tell me now.”

Annis remained silent.

“Alright. Well, most of this will be relaxing, but some parts of it will be uncomfortable. All I can tell you is that it will not last long, and, as this is your first time with me, it will be the most difficult. Most of the girls here come to me every other day unless their Masters wish otherwise. After watching you today, Bryndis will tell you how often you will come to me – that is, if you are to have a schedule. My name is Vasha. Just relax. When the part arrives that is distressing for most girls, I will tap you on the stomach, okay? Let’s begin.”

First, she sprayed Annis with water, then lathered up her legs. Taking a razor, she slowly shaved the entire length of her legs and her underarms. As Vasha worked, Annis did begin to relax. Mostly, she thought about a kiss and the deep richness of a voice. She was almost asleep when she felt Vasha begin shaving her mons. Keeping her eyes closed, she begin to think about Bryndis shaving her, pulling the lips of her mons up and out and back, making sure not one hair remained. She was wet, and not just from the water and lather. Vasha then soaped up her breasts, arms, legs, and stomach, rinsed them off, and washed her hair. It was heavenly.

Then, almost suddenly, Annis felt the two taps on her stomach. She opened her eyes to see Vasha inserting a long, white, ribbed wand into her vagina. As soon as she began to move it in and out and suds began appearing, Annis understood. It was made of soap. Very soon, her vagina began to burn. Suds were pouring out of her. When Vasha removed her wand and the walls of Annis’ vagina touched back together, it felt like a knife through her flesh. She wanted to scream out, but daren’t. After a two minutes, Vasha inserted the wand back into Annis. This time, however, the wand went into her anus. Soon, the burning began there as well. After she had taken the wand out Annis, Vasha took the shower head from the wall and turned what had been a gentle stream of water into a jet. This she set up against Annis’ clitoris. This stimulation paired with the fire in her vagina was too much. She thrashed around, saying nothing, but making little whining noises, trying hard not to scream. Then, the jet stream of water moved to her anus, then her vagina. Some of the pain left Annis as the soap was cleared away. Vasha stopped, however, long before the pain did. Tears were streaming from Annis’ face. She was in pain and she was sexually stimulated, but had neither been able to cum nor had the pain gone away.

“I am going to leave you here to dry off. I know you are not comfortable. But relief will come to you soon.” With that Vasha left.

Half an hour later, Vasha returned. By that time, most of the fire in Annis’ vagina had gone, her breathing had returned to normal, her tears had dried, and she was no longer dripping wet. Her dark hair was still damp and, as she had no hair dryer, was a little wavy.

“I hope you are feeling better now,” said Vasha, smiling. Annis opened her eyes a bit and returned her smile. “I just need to see how you reacted to the soap, okay? You might feel no pain, or a little, or it could bring back the fire you felt earlier. I’m just going to see how you react.” Reaching into the dry cavity of Annis’ vagina and again into her anus, Vasha inserted two small electronic devises shaped like band-aids. “These will tell me your vaginal and anal temperature and will give me any indication of swelling, allergic reaction, or destructed cells. They will also stick to your vaginal and anal walls for two weeks and will gage penetration depth when you and Bryndis have sex, contraction hadımköy escort strength when you have an orgasm, and can emit electric charges for chastisement. Bryndis will control it, though daily print outs of activity will come here as well as to his private chambers. He can also have them sent to your rooms, if he wants you to see them. For now, it’s important because the wand I used earlier was not merely soap; it is an anti-viral, anti-bacterial formulae which serves as a cleaner and a spermicide. I know it is uncomfortable, but it is better to use it than not to use it.” While she talked, Annis could see her soaking cotton balls in clear liquids. “Okay, Annis,” she said, holding up the first ball with a pair of forceps, “this is hydro peroxide.” She rubbed the ball around her mons and anus, waiting momentarily. She looked at the computer screen on her laptop, clicked a few times, and continued to the second of cotton balls. “This is rubbing alcohol.” This time, instead of merely rubbing the outer surface of her mons, Vasha held the alcohol-soaked ball inside Annis’ vagina. Within a few seconds, she started to burn again. “I know you are in some pain, Annis, but I need for you to clamp down on the cotton ball.” Eyes widening in astonishment, but unable to question, Annis squeezed the forceps and the ball; it felt as though liquid fire spread through her vagina. She squeaked, unable to help herself as yet another alcohol-seeped ball was inserted into her anus. “And, clamp down, please.” With one sob escaping her, she did so.

“Okay, Annis. It looks as though you are not allergic to the soap; there was, however, some bacteria in your both cavities that needed to be cleared out, so it’s good you came down here before you saw your Master. You both have to be clean before you can view each other, you see. It’s ancient tradition, going back to the time of the Pharaohs. There used to be seven days of ritual bathing necessary for cleanliness, now you just need this one process. The men have it worse than the women, though. If you can, ask Bryndis about it. As it is, let’s go back to your room, shall we? I know Bryndis hasn’t shown you any of the Manor yet, but I’ve gotten permission to take you in a way so as not to bother the others.”

She helped Annis out of her straps, waited while she stretched and retrieved her robe, and opened the door. Annis followed her down an ornate hall, and then up a side stair. “I cannot show you the main stair, so this will do for now.” Once they reached the second floor, it was only three doors down until they reached her suite. “Well, here you are. I hope you have a nice afternoon. I think I will see you again soon.” Vasha opened her door and Annis walked in. “Oh, Annis?” Vasha slipped her head into Annis’ room. “I just want you to know we all think you are very lucky. I – I had asked Bryndis to be my Master once,” and she left, closing the door softly behind her, leaving Annis stunned.

Though she had mostly hoped to find Bryndis waiting for her, part of her was glad to be alone. The doors to her veranda were open and she went out to them to find an oaken table laid for her, laden with piping hot soup and fresh bread. The linens on it were white and fresh, there were fresh tulips, yellow and pink, in a low bowl on her left, and a tall flute of white wine for her to enjoy. Sitting on her right was a small envelope addressed to her. The note inside read My Dove, Taste and See that I am Good. Master. Smiling, she ate and ate, surprised that she had been so hungry without knowing it. By the time she had finished the bread and most of the soup, she heard the door open and close.

“It is only I and I come in Bryndis’ name,” said a dark voice.

“Ojas! I wasn’t sure when I would see you again!” Annis was truly glad to see the man.

“Oh, you will be seeing me as often as anyone else. I am sent to tell you a little about your next few days.” Ojas had walked out onto the terrace, seating himself in the wicker chair in the corner, not at table with her. “Your situation is … unusual, which I’m sure you know. Honestly, with any other man, we would not have let him do what Bryndis is doing. However… what is done is done and decided on. In truth, I think it is a good decision. He will be good for you and I hope, based on what I know of you, that you will be good for him. Remember, he has had his own trials, none of which you know. Perhaps he will tell you of them one day. I consider him a good friend; he has always treated me with kindness. But that is by the bye.” He looked her directly in the face. “I tell you this because the next few days, you will not be with the group as was originally planned. Does this bother you?”

“What will I be doing instead?”

“You will be with Bryndis. He will be your sole teacher as much as he can be. When it is impossible – such as today with Vasha – you will most likely not be with the group. When you are with the other girls, I think he will be with you and with the other Masters. You will have plenty of time to yourself, and when haramidere escort the other girls are given “free time” you will have time with them. That’s what they are doing now, actually. Some of them have already started with Vasha; the others will finish this afternoon. What this means is that you will not get to have class with them – your time with them will usually be limited to an hour or so a day. If you ever need more time, you need only find me and tell me. How does that sound to you?”

“Well… I don’t want to be smothered by this man…”

“You won’t. In fact, that’s why he wasn’t here when you returned from Vasha. He wasn’t sure you would eat enough if he was here.”

Annis was glad to learn this. “It’s true, I don’t think I would have eaten enough. I certainly wouldn’t have eaten as much!” She was quiet for a while, thinking. “Ojas, do you think he will really be happy with me? I feel so… inadequate and unwilling – well, not unwilling, really, just unsure. Does that make sense?”

“Oh, little one, he likes you very much. So much that he would not wait for you. It is not always about comfort, but about trust. Do you trust him?”

“I think… I like what I know so far. Trust isn’t always easy for me,” Annis replied, truthfully.

“That is a wise answer. I think over the next few weeks that trust will grow with you both as long as you let it. Be patient with him as you are with yourself. He has as much to learn of you as you have to learn of him – and as much as you have to learn from yourself.” He looked at her now empty plate. “You are finished, yes? Then I will take your plates. I suggest you brush your teeth and wait for him. He won’t be long now. Perhaps you could read some more.” He stood and removed the flowers from the table before gathering up the corners of the linens, plates and all, and carrying them back inside, closing the door lightly behind him.

Annis sighed, glad, actually, not to have to go back to group. She staid outside for a while, having her first look at the grounds, soaking in the sunlight. Then she did move inside and quickly resumed her reading of Breaking the Girl, Shaping the Woman: What a Virgin Slave Should Know, curling up on the deep leather sofa in front of her largest fire. It seemed an age since she had first gotten that letter inviting her here, she thought as she settled in, before opening to the third chapter, “The Disobedient Virgin.”

She knew he was there even though he made no sound entering. “May I look at you, sir?”

“Yes, now, of course.” And she did look. And with good cause. She could not be certain of his age, older, probably than she normally would have considered, at a guess, between 35 and 40. He had a strong mouth, full lips, a wide bridged nose, and deep set eyes – so deep, she was not yet sure of their color. He was not tall, but he was strong and thick. He was a little scruffy and freckled which gave him a boyish look, but the features on his face left little doubt as to the sincerity with which he lived his life. He wore jeans, a thin leather belt, and a tee shirt; he had bare feet. His black-brown hair was thinner than it probably had been once, but he wore it in a casual, messy style which seemed to fit his personality. Annis couldn’t quite believe it.

“You – you…” she stammered, “you would really have me?” She felt so… ashamed.

“My dove,” he answered, immediately striding to her, “yes, yes, I would really have you. Will you have me?” He tilted her head up so her eyes met his.

“Yes. Oh, I already knew I would have you, as soon as I heard of you,” she was so happy; she could hardly breathe. “Thank you for my wonderful meal.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He sat down next to her on the sofa, pulling her feet onto his lap. “What are you reading?”

She told him, explaining quickly that she was totally new to BDSM.

“Well,” he said, “what we will do is only nominally BDSM.” He saw her face fall and said quickly, “What I mean is that yes, I will chastise you, yes, I will order you, yes, I will expect you to obey me. But I will not rule you, nor will I lord over you. I will not ask that you commit your entire will to me, nor will I ask that you have no opinion other than mine. I will be more like…” he thought for a moment, “…more like a guide towards yourself, if you know what I mean.” He paused, rubbing her leg. “I will lead and set our pace, but you will always be able to slow us, if we need to go slower. I want to know who you are emotionally and psychologically as well as how you act sexually. And I want you to know me as well. What do you think about that?”

“I… I like how you make this sound like our experience, and not just my experience or yours.” It sounds too good to be true, she thought.

“But it is ours, none but ours. And no one can take it from us except ourselves. So, shall we read this together then?” And he took her in his arms, and she leaned her head back against his chest, and he read aloud to her while the fire roared. Soon, Annis atakent escort was fast asleep, book laying beside her. Dhiren Bryndis leant down, kissed the top of her head, and, hands clasped over hers, slept as well.

“Annis, wake up.” He shook her lightly, and suddenly she started awake and sat straight up. “It’s okay, Annis. It’s just me, your Master. Don’t be afraid.”

She sighed and looked a little confused. “What happened? What time is it?”

“Nothing happened. We were reading and we took a nap. We’ve been asleep for about half an hour or so, so it’s almost two thirty in the afternoon. Plenty of daylight left. Did you sleep well?” She was rubbing her eyes, looking very much like she would enjoy going back to sleep.

“Yes, I slept very well, thanks. What – what are we doing this afternoon?” she asked with a yawn.

“Well, there are a few things we need to take care of. First, we need to deal with some unfortunate business. But only if you are really awake.”

“Yes, sir, I am really awake now,” she said, smiling. “What type of unfortunate business?”

“I want you to tell me what I asked you to do before you went to Vasha.”

“Ummm… you told me not to talk to anyone or make any noise unless it was to someone who was there in your name, right?”

“That’s exactly right. Were you able to do this?” Bryndis looked at her very carefully.

“I – I think so. I mean, Ojas said he came in your name…”

“It is not Ojas of whom I speak. Come, we will watch together.” He pushed a button, and a section of the wall opened up to reveal a television set. Annis was so surprised! “Telly,” said Bryndis clearly, “I want to see today’s session of Annis with Vasha.” There, to Annis’ utter surprise, appeared on the screen Vasha opening the door for her, and the two entering the room. “Fast Forward,” he said again, clearly. “Play,” he commanded as Vasha tapped Annis on the stomach. Annis was so embarrassed, her face flushed as she watched herself. “Do not be embarrassed. I enjoyed it immensely,” Bryndis said, slyly, giving her a coy look. “I had no idea you were watching!” She was stunned and still a little uncomfortable. “Watch now,” commanded Bryndis. That was when she realized the little moans she made when Vasha had administered the jet stream of water to her clit. Surely, he wasn’t going to count that…

“Master, I can explain. I was trying not to scream or cry out! I…” He just sat there and listened to her, and she quickly realized he was not interested in her excuses.

“Annis, I understand why you did what you did,” he said, patiently, “but you have to learn that I mean exactly what I say. All of the time. It doesn’t mean you were bad, just disobedient. Do you understand?”

“Yes. And I’m sorry I didn’t realise it.” She was abashed – she had already failed him. Would he push her away? She couldn’t even look at him.

“Thank you, my dove.” He tilted her head up again, smiling. “Thank you for your apology. I accept it. But there are consequences to your actions here in a way that is different than you’ve ever experienced before.”

All of a sudden, Annis felt cold. Was he going to rape her? Beat her? Cane her like Megan had done to Kendis? Her eyes filled with fear.

“Annis,” said Bryndis, “I do not want you to fear me. I do not want you to come to love the punishments,” he said this harshly, “but I do not want you to fear them, either.” He bent down and kissed her. “I also won’t use this as a chance to force you further than we have already gone in pleasure. Therefore, I will give you five lashes with the belt for this and next week you will return to Vasha for another session. I have decided to have you waxed. This means that you will only go to her once a month, but unfortunately, they will be harder sessions. We will take care of everything else ourselves, okay?”

“I understand,” she said, quietly. “What – what do I need to do now?”

“Take off your robe, lay on the bed, face down, and don’t move until I have finished. I want you to count each stroke. Cry out if you must, be silent if you can. Don’t move.” This was no request. He was truly Master now. She did as he asked.

She was not ready when the first stroke hit her calves, but she was prepared. “One.” She called it out loudly, and the second hit her almost before she had finished. “Two.” “Three.” They were starting to sting now and she had the feeling that some of them would bruise; he was not going lightly on her first punishment. “Fffffourrr…” He took a short break then, feeling her legs, which hurt so badly, before standing up and giving her the final “Five!” Then, he did bend down and rub her legs, massaging them deep, working the straps into her muscles. She did cry out then, but she did not kick out or move.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “I’m so proud of you… Annis, roll over.” She did, with tears rolling from her eyes. He kissed her cheeks and then bent to her mouth again. sitting next to her on the bed. As his mouth began to ravish hers, she reached up to pull him closer to her. “Unnmmm…” she called out, trying to pull away again. “Annis,” he said, pulling away, just a bit, “it’s time.” He pulled open her robe and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in his face. “Look at me, Annis.” She did, slowly. “I am amazed at your beauty. Thank you for letting me see it.” He kissed her again, hard this time, and she reciprocated, joyous.

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I come back to my room to find you lying on my bed with no shirt on. Your eyes are closed as if you are sleeping, although I know that you aren’t.

I walk into the room and climb onto the bed next to you, putting my hand on your chest. I nuzzle your ear with my nose, trying to get your attention. You turn your head to the side to look at me, and then push me off of the bed, lightly. I sit on the floor looking confused, and you chuckle.

“Strip for your Master, Kitty.”

I slowly stand up, just in case you tell me to sit back down, but you permit my standing. I’m wearing a white button down shirt with a black bra underneath and a short plaid school girl skirt with a black satin thong under it. I begin to unbutton my shirt as slowly as possible, just to annoy you. When it is finally unbuttoned, I leave it on but open. Then I slide my skirt down to the floor, and slowly let my shirt drop off as well. You stop me and motion for me to walk over towards the bed. Once I’m near you, you turn me around and unhook my bra, yanking it off of my arms and tossing it onto the floor.

You pull me on top of you and make me kneel over where your dick is making itself known in your pants.

“Take my pants off, slave.”

I have to split my legs even wider so that I can pull your pants down off of you without leaving my kneeling position. But my arms are too short to pull your pants all of the way off.

I’m slightly annoyed now, because I know that you know that I can’t pull them all of the way off without moving. I start to feel rather reckless, and I see that your hard cock has popped out of your boxers. All of a sudden, I sit down on top of it, which causes my thong to move over and allow you inside of me. I get a few nice thrusts esenler escort in before you collect yourself and hold my hips down. I don’t know why I did that, but I regret it immediately. I am in for it now.

You hold me on top of you for a while, not allowing me to move, just letting your cock throb inside of me. I don’t dare even whimper.

You seem to have made up your mind about what to do with me, and you push me off of the bed again, harder this time. When I fall off of you and land on the floor, you tsk at me loudly.

“Now Kitty, did I allow you to leave my poor dick all alone in the cold?”

You have turned sideways on the bed, so I stand as close as I can get and bend over, slowly moving my hips backwards to take you inside of me again. Suddenly you thrust inwards very fast and hard. I moan and you chuckle.

“I thought that this was what you wanted Kitty.”

I only whimper in reply. You outright laugh this time.

“Now bend over all of the way and grab your ankles.”

I do so, and you pull out of me slightly, causing me to whimper again. The first slap stings my cheek.

“You are not permitted to make any human sounds. Every time I strike you, you will mew and count.”

“Mew! One.”

You start to thrust in and out of me, incredibly slowly. Even that slight thrusting has me feeling off balance. I am agitated, just waiting for the next blow to fall.

SMACK

I whimper, hoping that it is not too human a sound, and gasp out “Mew! Two.”

You continue to thrust in and out of me, driving me insane. Your hand begins to caress my ass cheeks.

WHAP!

This time, you hit me with the whip. I almost scream with surprise, and florya escort turn it into a startled half mew.

“Mewthree!” I cry, slurring the words together.

This is humiliating, but oh so wonderful.

You start to thrust faster, causing me to grip my ankles tighter and hope that I don’t fall. If you thrust much harder, I just might topple over.

WHAP!

“Mew, four.”

You stop thrusting, causing me to whimper again.

“Why should I be doing all of the work? You were the one who wanted my cock so badly.”

I start to rock my body back and forth, slowly and carefully so that I don’t fall over. You slap my thighs so that I know that this is not to be counted.

“Faster!” you demand.

I wrap my arms around the backs of my knees and start to move faster. You smack my thighs again, and I move as fast as i possibly can under the circumstances. You realize this and return to slapping my ass.

“Mew, five.”

You start to smack me harder with the whip when I am thrusting backwards onto you, so I am pushing my ass into your smacks.

“Mew, six!!”

I am getting desperate, trying to thrust faster even though I know that I can’t. I am so close to falling over, I know that you know it.

WHAP!

“MEW! Seven!!”

You start smacking me harder and faster now. I can barely breathe.

WHAP!

“Mew!! Eight!”

WHAP!

“Mew! Nine!”

WHAP!

“Mew! Ten!”

You grab my hips with your hands, forcing me to stop. I still wiggle a bit, I can’t help it, I am so turned on. You slap my ass with your bare hand.

“Don’t bother to count that. Hold still.”

I try to obey you. You start to turn back kayaşehir escort over and you pull me with you. When I am in a kneeling position over you, you tell me to stand up. Disappointed, I do so.

“Now slowly move down.”

I slowly start to bend down so that I am squatting over you, and you push me down on top of you as far as I will go. You pull my legs out flat and push yourself into me so far that it almost hurts. Ah, that fine line between pleasure and pain.

Then you start to thrust.

I scream and moan and try to jump off of you, but you hold me down. This feeling is so intense I almost can’t stand it. I bite my lip, knowing that I’ve asked for this.

“Am I hurting you too badly? Do you want me to stop?”

I know that you can’t bear to see me in pain, and even though this hurts, I want it too. I shake my head.

“Please master, don’t stop.”

You start to pump into me even harder, going faster than before. I start squirming wildly, barely able to contain myself. When you start playing with my clit, I start shaking, unable to control my body any longer, completely given over to you. My breathing is ragged and my moans are nonstop. When I feel as though I am going to fall over and I can’t support myself for another instant, you flip me over so that you are on top, trying to stay as deep as you can inside me. You push my legs up to my face and tell me to hold them there. I grab my ankles greatful for something to hold. I reach my face up, wanting to kiss you, but not daring to without your permission.

“Master………”

I can barely speak, but you know what I want and give me a deep kiss while you continue to thrust into me. I groan in pleasure into your mouth and feel you shudder against me. Suddenly you pull out and cum all over my stomach while you kiss me. you peel my hands off of my ankles and put them on my stomach, and place an old t-shirt on top of me so that I can wipe myself off. Once I am clean, I press my body against yours, hungry for the feel of you. You lie next to me on the bed, and our kiss goes on forever.

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Jan could not believe she had allowed, no encouraged, this to this happen.

But of course, she had.

She sat naked on the chair in front of a mirror. The sound of electric sheers caused her eyes to dart to the side.

A stern masculine voice came from behind her a hand wrapped in her hair. “Watch slut.”

Her eyes returned to the face in the mirror as she felt the metal clipper blade touch the front of her scalp. The pitch of the sheers changed as it started to cut through her thick mane. She made an audible gasp as a red stripe from just left of center slipped away and fell away. Many others followed it to the floor. Shaving cream and the edge of a sharp straight edge finished the job. Through the whole event, frozen, Jan watched the figure in the mirror become increasingly unfamiliar. A towel was handed to her.

“Wipe your face.” The voice commanded. “When you are in the box for a while this will be a kindness.”

As she could no longer see the stranger in the glass she started to sob at the sensation of the towel’s napping on her bare head. She had no idea why – she knew this was the price of her submission. A price she had willingly agreed to.

The box – that before she had only heard described by its name Komuso was set upon her head. A block was slid in under her chin to keep her from pulling her head back through the hole. The door in the front was closed and the room disappeared. A hissing sound echoed through the box like a gale as the bladders that completely trapped her head in place were filled full.

Omnivorous sexual desire had led her down many darker alleys than this one she thought until the sound of a lock clicking into place let her know she was an object – only to be used for the enjoyment of others. She felt her wetness slide down her thigh.

A man’s hand ran the length of her leg. Jan found his fingers and the taste of her own alibeyköy escort slick in her mouth. She purred, she loved the taste of herself. Her tongue circled his fingers as they pressed further down her throat until she started to choke.

“That’s it,” as the fingers vanished leaving her mouth wanting. “There will plenty to fill your holes soon.” He shoved her roughly. The weight of the box and her inability to see caused her to stumble and collapse backwards onto a couch. “That reflex will serve you well.”

“Small pricked bastard.” She thought as she struggled to rise only to find herself bent over the arm of the couch arm. He sunk into her with one rough stroke as he squeezed her nipples and heavy breasts. Jan quickly forgot her lie as the man cored her. He repeatedly thrust into her. Her new crown caused her head to recklessly jerk from side to side. The disorientation, humiliation, and his ruthless handling caused her sex to immediately start to tense – but before she could find release he slid out of her. Using the box like a valve he twisted her to her knees and pushed himself into the one hole the box had. She devoured him. She wanted to cum so badly but she had slipped into that space where her need to blindly worship this formless god’s cock was greater than for her own orgasm.

Jan could barely make out the word “good” and a few muffled sounds a he unloaded into her mouth. Immediately after tasting his salt, she felt her own puddle forming around her knees. Every bit of life she could coaxed from him, Jan swallowed greedily. As he pulled away she caught her breath gap-mouthed as a mix of her thick drool and his cum snaked from the opening of the box.

Fighting to regain her senses, Jan felt her arms being pinned down to her sides, cocooned in nylon straps and cinched tight with buckles. Inside the box the air bladders sefaköy escort held in her own heat. Already the smell of her own sweat and sex filled the box and stung her eyes. He had been kind – her melting make up would have only made it worse. It was stifling and the pressure pinched her nose shut only allowing her to pull breaths through her mouth. This almost guaranteed that her mouth would be open for anyone who wished to use it. But he was gone.

Jan found herself being left alone for far too long. She already near feral with fear and desire by the time she heard the sound of the door slam wide.

A multitude of unseen hands pulled at her. A new cock pushed passed her lips. Jan swallowed its muskiness – the taste so different from the last. Without identity, she was without resistance. Empty and open for all to experience, open for every experience. As the new member pulled away she fought to hold it to draw it deeper into her throat. Hands wrapped around her slim waist and pulled her onto to the lap and thick cock of their owner. Sex with a familiar taste was again in her mouth. A third larger prick pushed against her tight ass unable to resist or protest it sank deep inside her. She was airtight.

She was barely able breathe. “So much. Too much.” Jan thought. However, being unable to protest each partner sat their own grueling pace pushing her to and over the edge.

The next partner took the place of last over and over again – she was closed, filled, and perfected. Her perception narrowed. One orgasm rolled into the next as Jan lost herself – her last thought fucked out of her head. Jan would have believed her abusers countless had she not tasted herself on some of them. Senseless she continued to perform for her captors until her body like her mind ceased to function and still they came – in every meaning of the halkalı escort word. By the time the last slid out of her Jan was torn meat. Exhausted and broken she collapsed in unconsciousness.

The side of a hard boot against her side awoke her. She could tell from the warmth on her skin that she was lying in the light of a window although all she could see was darkness. Using her head as tripod Jan lifted herself to a kneeling position resting on her heels. Still weakened by her adventures last night it was all she could do to sit up straight. Her pussy and sex still convulsed from the onslaught of the night before.

“Are you ready to start your service tonight?”

Jan started to panic wildly. What did he mean? Hadn’t she been last night’s service doll? She begged for an explanation but the box muffled her pleas.

“Oh, you thought yesterday was your term of service?” Her cage door opened and the light hit her like an open hand across her face taking her breath and objections away. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness she saw him as an impressionist watercolor. “That was just the down payment. You will owe for so much more. When you have completed your training no one including yourself will remember you as you are now much less how you were before last night.”

“Your name?” He asked.

“Jan.”

Quickly the door shut – again uncomfortably mashing her nose forcing her to breathe through her mouth. Jan feels him take control of her head and position the box. Suddenly, through the opening a hot sprays of liquid – the taste of urine salty and bitter.

“I saved the first of the morning for you.” His said.

Jan tried to struggle. She felt her ire rise. Then her bile as the taste and smell overwhelmed her. And then left with no choice her heat rose, as she began to drink him in gulps. The excess spilled back through the opening and seeped through the few small crevices the bladders did not fill warm down her tits until it dripped off her sex. She trembled already begging for the next ordeal, the next humiliation.

“You want to disappear so badly. This is where it starts. This is how the world forgets you but that can happen only after you forget yourself. This is how you forget yourself.”

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La Contessa Ch. 05

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Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story ‘La Contessa’s Game’.

Chapter 5: The Party

The next day the palazzo is propelled into a hive of activity. Harassed servants are rushing around in a frenzy whilst the kitchen staff are busy preparing dishes for dinner. Julia, stressed with issuing mistress’s commands to the rest of the staff, visits me to explain what’s going on. I have to say Julia looks sexy when she’s in a fluster; her hair dishevelled and her cheeks flushed red. How I’d love to fling her on the bed and take her there and then, but I know I won’t be popular if I try, so I restrain my desires.

She explains in a breathless voice, “La Contessa has announced that she’s holding a party. She can be capricious, just suddenly decide to do something. It’s not a large one, like her famous masquerade balls in the grand ballroom, but an intimate party for a select group of her confidantes. La Contessa will want everything to be perfect. She’s very particular, and it’s important her parties have the right ambience; everything, the decoration of the salon, lighting, food, music, and her dress must be exactly as she desires. The success of her parties is founded on this attention to detail.”

I know from her reputation that La Contessa di Nemesia’s parties are renowned throughout Venice as being amongst the most risqué and erotic events in the city. For those in the social circle who favour the sexual and bizarre, it’s a great privilege to be invited. I mention that I’m rather looking forward to seeing what goes on at them.

“Be careful what you wish for,” laughs Julia, “I think you’ll get a closer look than you might like. She wants you to be part of the entertainment for her guests!”

“Me. Have you any idea what she plans?” I ask.

“None at all, but she did warn about setting you a test. This will be it. She’ll want to see how you perform for her guests, I expect. I have to go, I’m meeting with the florists to arrange the bouquets of roses to decorate her salon. Oh, I’ve an important message as well. You are to attend her private boudoir at six. I expect I’ll see you there as I shall be helping her get dressed.”

Julia leaves in a hurry, no doubt having a long list of tasks to do for her mistress in preparation for the party. That leaves me the rest of the day to complete the menial tasks I’ve been given and ponder what La Contessa might have in store for me.

The time for the arrival of her guests is fast approaching. In accordance with my instructions I go to La Contessa’s boudoir and knock tentatively on the door. I hear Julia’s voice ordering me to enter and wait until her mistress is ready for me. Julia is helping with her toilette and dressing in preparation for the party. I stand silently and patiently. La Contessa sits at her dressing table with her back to me as Julia brushes her hair. The table is scattered with ivory combs and brushes inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Julia is absorbed in her task but finds a moment to flash me a welcoming smile.

I watch intrigued at the interaction between the two women, especially Julia. She’s brushing La Contessa’s hair in long deliberate strokes with a care and tenderness bordering on intimacy. She stops every so often to gently stroke and re-arrange the striking auburn locks.

“Oh, you have such lovely hair, madam,” whispers Julia.

“Thank you.”

And it’s true, La Contessa’s hair is striking. It’s thick and lush, and glows with a reddish hue in the candlelight.

“I could spend the whole evening brushing your hair. It smells delicious madam. I do love it when you let it cascade over your shoulders like this. It’s such a shame to cover such lovely hair up in a wig, even though I know it’s the fashion these days.”

“Yes, Julia, I prefer to wear it this way, but regretfully the formality of certain occasions demand I wear a wig.”

The dialogue is an insight into the relationship between Julia and her mistress. On my introduction she appeared tense, presumably anxious for her mistress’s approval of her choice, but watching them now, there is an ease to their exchange. It’s noticeable that Julia takes great pleasure in the intimate act of brushing her mistress’s hair.

I’m jolted out of my observations by La Contessa’s voice, now cold and hard, “Come over here, slave. Let me take a closer look at you.”

I move forward and she appraises me quickly with a contemptuous glance.

“So you are my new slave, aren’t you? Are you innocent of what goes on at my parties?”

“Mistress, your reputation proceeds you, I only know the rumours which spread throughout the city.”

“I have chosen you to be the entertainment for my party. Go away and take a bath so you are clean and fresh for my guests, then return in another hour. After you enter my boudoir you will remove your bath robe and kneel before, naked. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes, bayrampaşa escort mistress,” I reply.

“Good, you are dismissed now,” she says with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

Returning to the servant’s quarters to bathe, I’m nervous about what La Contessa plans for me. I expect complete loyalty to her will be required. I don’t have long to dwell on these thoughts. The hour passes, and it’s not long before I’m tentatively knocking on La Contessa’s boudoir door again.

“Enter slave,” she commands.

I enter her room. Julia has gone and La Contessa is alone, still sat at her dressing table, but with her chair turned to face me. I drop my bath robe onto the floor so I’m naked, and drop to my knees.

Her voice is severe. “You will be the entertainment for my guests tonight. This is a great privilege for you. I expect complete obedience from you. You will follow my instructions precisely. You will not address me or any of my guests unless you are spoken to. To do otherwise will be considered the height of rudeness and will be punished accordingly. You will assume the role of slave and submit to whatever pleases myself or my guests. I trust this is clear?”

“Yes, mistress,” I reply.

“First, I will collar you; to show that in my presence you are no more than a pet. Indeed, I treat my dogs with more attention than I do one of my slaves.”

She takes a leather collar from her dressing table, puts it around my neck and buckles the collar tightly. Then she takes a lead and attaches it to the collar.

“First, you must be humiliated in front of the other household staff, so you know your place. You will walk to heel and follow behind me on all fours.”

La Contessa stands up and walks towards the door, giving the lead a sharp jerk to make sure I follow. I get on my hands and knees and crawl behind her. We go along the corridor to the main staircase of the palazzo. At the bottom of the stairs the household staff is lined up, ready to serve at the party. I’m made to descend the stairs on all fours past the silent stares of La Contessa’s staff, who stand on either side forming a corridor of humiliation. La Contessa leads me into her salon.

It’s a large room, though presumably not on the scale of the palazzo’s grand ballroom, and decorated sumptuously in a baroque style with rich colours and gold leaf. Most striking though is La Contessa’s collection of erotic art adorning the walls. There are tapestries depicting naked Greek gods and goddesses in scenes of sexual debauchery. On another wall are sketches from India showing acts of sodomy and fellatio. In alcoves there are sculptures of naked men and women, their sexual organs shamelessly exposed or entwined in sexual acts. The whole salon exudes an air of richness and decadence. In the centre of the room is a dais, and by its side a large wooden chest with sliver clasps. In front of La Contessa’s throne is a bench covered in red leather and suspended from the ceiling by chains. A chamber orchestra sits in a bay window patiently waiting for La Contessa’s orders to play.

She mounts the dais and sits imperiously on her throne. La Contessa wears a stunning gown cut to enhance her ample decolletage, with her auburn hair swept back and decorated with pearls. A golden mask, adorned with emerald and ruby feathers, covers her eyes. With a single gesture of her hand I’m ordered to crouch at the foot of the dais, my mistress still holding the lead.

She issues a command to one of her servants by the door, “My guests may enter now and pay homage to me.”

La Contessa’s guests enter the salon. It’s a select party with only eight guests. They are a stunning sight. They are dressed in cloaks and hoods of crushed velvet in rich, dark hues; deep blues, rich reds, purples, indigos, and maroons. They wear silk gloves in colours matching their cloaks. The guests are masked in white morettas with a variety of expressions.

La Contessa must have given precise instructions as to the dress code, and the impact is stunning. Dressed, as they are, in similar loose fitting cloaks and masks, it’s impossible to tell which guests are male and which female. One by one each guest comes forward to La Contessa on her dais. She holds her hand out, and the guest is permitted to touch her hand gently with their masked lips.

“Thank you for coming,” she announces. “I hope you will enjoy the entertainment and pleasures I have laid on for you. Join together in pairs and dance. Let the party begin!”

On her prompt the string quartet and harpsichord start to play. The guests form couples and dance a stately minuet around the dais where La Contessa sits, and also around me, still crouched obediently at her feet. It’s a magical and intoxicating sight as the cloaked figures glide elegantly around me.

La Contessa claps her hands. The orchestra stops playing, the couples halt their fulya escort dancing and the pair immediately in front of La Contessa advance towards her.

“This servant has recently entered my employment as my new slave and needs to learn the arts of subservience. For this evening he is our entertainment, a toy you can play with for your own amusement and pleasure. Slave, this guest needs some boots cleaning,” La Contessa says, gesturing to one of the figures before her. “Make yourself useful and use your tongue to lick them clean.”

I crawl nervously forward. The guest hitches up a cloak to reveal a pair of brown ankle boots of soft Italian leather. I stroke my tongue gently up to the top of the boot then back down again. Meanwhile, the other guests have gathered round to watch me undertake this demeaning task. The masked guest turns to La Contessa, and an indignant female voice rings out.

“Contessa, this is hopeless. If you wish to keep the hard earned reputation of your parties, you must find slaves who carry out their tasks more thoroughly. I expect my boots to be licked clean with more enthusiasm than this.”

La Contessa replies. “You are right. I cannot have my guests offended by such dilatory service. Slave, get on all fours and spread your legs whilst you perform this task.” She turns to her other guests, “he needs punishment to encourage him. Kick him in the balls whilst he performs this task.”

I suffer a crushing blow of leather boot on my balls and gasp in pain.

“Slave, did anyone tell you to stop your task while you were being punished? No, they didn’t, did they? Keep licking my guest’s boots and don’t stop until I order you.”

This time I work my tongue up the leather more vigorously. I receive another kick in the balls from the other guest. Even though the pain is excruciating, I try not to let it distract me from the task at hand. I keep working my tongue across the leather boots, every so often receiving another kick. Eventually, La Contessa orders me to stop. She turns to her guest.

“Are you satisfied with this service yet?” she asks.

The guest answers, “Yes, this will do. After a poor start your servant has cleaned my boots thoroughly.”

Leaning down from her dais, La Contessa examines the boots, “You are being generous. I still think he needs to be punished more, so he realises he must carry out his tasks with more enthusiasm from the start. Kick him in the balls again to teach him a lesson.”

At first I experience several gentle blows to my balls from the other guest’s boot. The intensity builds up as the blows get faster and harder until I’m in agony, and my balls throb with every kick.

“That will be enough for now,” pronounces La Contessa, “change partners and let us have more dancing.”

On her command the music starts up again, and the robed and masked figures start their parade around La Contessa and myself again. The dance is a furlana, currently popular in the ballrooms of Venice. It’s a fast and furious dance as the guests fly around the salon their velvet cloaks a blur of vibrant colour. The dance mimics the behaviour of courtship and this version emphasises its flirtatious and erotic elements. La Contessa claps her hand and the dancers drop onto one knee with an extravagant wave of their hands.

“I think to get our enjoyment from this servant he should be put into bondage so he is completely at our mercy.”

A man’s voice replies from behind a mask, “Yes, Contessa, I agree. We like to see slaves tied up and defenceless so we can do whatever we like with them. We’ll perform this task for you so your servant is prepared for our pleasure for the rest of the evening.”

The two guests hold out a hand each and pull me up from my crouching position at La Contessa’s feet. They lead me over to the red, upholstered bench suspended by chains from the ceiling, and place me on it, their masked faces leaning over me. Together they secure my ankles and wrists to the dangling chains and pull ropes through hooks in the side of the bench to secure me. I’m now at the mercy of La Contessa and her guests.

“Excellent. Now my servant is prepared, change partners, and let us have another dance.”

The sound of the violins and cellos swell up around me. Once again the velvet- cloaked bodies swirl around the room, so close that I feel the lightest brush of the soft material against me. The same ritual is repeated with La Contessa clapping her hands and two guests coming forward, whilst the others gather around the bench to watch proceedings.

La Contessa announces, “Now my servant must pass through a trial of fire and ice.”

A female voice calls out, “I’ll apply the ice Contessa,” and then a male voice, “And I’ll apply the fire.”

One of the guests moves forward. She carries a small pouch out of which she takes a handful of crushed ice into her silk-gloved yenibosna escort hands. She holds the handful of ice against my cock. At first I’m startled as I react to the intense cold against such a sensitive part of my body. But she continues to press the pack of ice hard against my cock and the feeling increasingly becomes one of burning. I squirm and moan as the intensity of the pain builds up. I hear La Contessa and her guests, who are watching my humiliation intently, laugh at me. As the guest with the female voice withdraws, the guest with the male voice approaches carrying an ornate, brass candlestick.

“This should be amusing,” he says, “let’s see how he squirms when the hot wax touches his ice-cold prick.”

La Contessa leans forward, “Don’t hold back, hold the candle close to his cock so the heat of the wax is intense.”

He holds the candle over me. The flame dances near my flesh, and then the hot molten liquid is poured onto the tip of my cock. I let out a squeal of surprise and pain at the shock of the heat on my cold penis. The warmth of the molten wax penetrates me in waves, a sensation both painful and deliciously exhilarating. Then I get another shock. As I’m concentrating on the attention given to my cock, I suddenly feel the silken hand of the female guest press ice against my nipples. The two guests work together alternating the ice and hot wax on these most sensitive parts of my anatomy.

“There’s nothing like seeing a slave squirm with pain and discomfort inflicted by his mistress,” one female guest laughs.

A male voice replies, “He almost looks as those he’s enjoying it now he’s got used to the sensations.”

La Contessa intervenes, “I can’t have that. He is not here to receive pleasure, he is here to entertain me and my party guests. Anyway, we must get the wax off now.”

She reaches into her box and pulls out two whips passing them to two of her guests, “Hit him hard until all the hardened wax has been whipped off.”

The two guests set about me, one whipping me on the cock and balls, the other on my already sensitive nipples. I shout out in pain.

“We can’t have his noise disturbing our fun, you ought to shut him up Contessa,” suggests one of her guests.

“Yes,” she replies, “servants must suffer their punishments in quiet dignity not draw attention to themselves and disturb our peace.”

La Contessa pulls another object out of her box and steps from her dais. She dangles it in front of my eyes and smiles cruelly. It’s a gag, a ball wrapped in leather. She lifts my head, tells me to open wide and thrusts the ball into my mouth, fastening the strap behind my head. The ball fills my mouth and the only sound I can summon is a muffled grunt.

“That’s better, now you can carrying on whipping him without any disturbance.”

The two guests continue their whipping, the strokes getting harder and more frequent. There’s no protest I can make. I’m completely under La Contessa’s, control, and have to accept the punishment given me. Eventually, the wax is whipped off and my nipples, cock, and balls are left red and throbbing.

“Stop now, choose another partner, and we will do more dancing,” La Contessa proclaims.

The guests pair up again and dance around the salon in time to the music. My head is throbbing with the intensity of the experience as the cloaked and masked bodies spin around me. La Contessa claps her hands again and another two of her guests step forward.

“Now, let us prepare this slave for a test of his endurance before we head off for the feast I have prepared for you,” says La Contessa, handing out more objects to her guests.

“I am sure you know what to do with these.”

“Yes, Contessa,” says a female voice.

“Yes, Contessa,” echoes a male voice, “we will make him suffer with these for your amusement.”

The male guest ties my cock and balls up tightly whilst the female guest puts clamps on my nipples, sore from ice, hot wax, and whip. The pain is intense, but I can make no response. I’m completely at her mercy. With the clamps secure, she squeezes them tightly between her fingers. My body jerks. The pain is excruciating.

“I think that hurt,” the guest laughs, and laughter echoes around the salon.

The male guest has the thin rope strapped tightly around my balls and cock and threads it through a pulley above the bench. He pulls the ropes hard and ties a lead weight onto the end of them stretching my cock and balls. The female guest does the same at the other end of my body, so the nipple clamps are pulled by another lead weight. To finish off, another guest applies pegs onto my stretched genitals. The pain is intense. Yet, because I know there is no way out of my predicament, I try to endure the punishment and humiliation.

La Contessa stands up and descends from her dais. She announces to her guests, “Now is time for feasting. Whilst this slave is left to suffer, we will retire to my dining room. Whilst we are drinking fine wine and feasting on a splendid banquet, this worthless slave will be left in isolation until we return, fed and refreshed, to take him to new levels of pain and humiliation.”

At this La Contessa strides towards the door of the salon with her guests following in procession.

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At 9:30am on a Wednesday I sent a text.

“I have something new to play with” with a picture of my wrist held in a leather restraint, bound to the side of my bed with a silver chain.

90 seconds.

“I’ll be over in an hour”, was the reply.

I smiled, stretched and went to the closet knowing exactly what I was looking for. A black lace corset, that tied in the back with satin ribbon, just sheer enough without giving everything away, and matching Brazilian cut knickers. I knew how much he loved a corset.

As I stood under the shower I thought of how this might go. So now he’d seen the restraints, but he had no idea about the suede flogger, the crop, the small arsenal of implements I’d acquired to torture him with. I was confident enough that he’d go for whatever I threw at him; the previous month I’d handcuffed him to his bed, sat on his face until I was satisfied and then made him beg to cum while I slowly licked his cock like a delicious, melting ice cream. He’d be into this. The memory of that night made my nipples hard as the water coursed down over them, and my hand strayed low across my belly before I caught myself. No. That would have to wait. I could exercise some discipline over myself too.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off, looking forward to having a reason to put on lingerie. I had a passion for it. I loved how I looked in it, how it made me feel. But every time I had a reason to wear it for anyone but myself gave me a bigger thrill and I knew that his reaction would be exactly what I wanted. Just as I was dressed my phone beeped.

“I’m outside”

I threw on a long black dress over my lingerie and ran down to open the door. There he was. His slightly dishevelled, gorgeous self. It was all I could do not to grab him the second I saw him. But I managed some restraint, and we went up to my attic apartment. After I locked the door we stood in the hallway looking at each other for a long moment before I reached around to put my hands in the back pockets of his jeans, pulled him against me and kissed him, deep and hard.

“Come with me.” I said, opening the door to my bedroom, grabbing his hand and almost dragging him inside.

I pulled my dress up over my head and dropped it to the floor. He looked at me, head to toe, before stepping forward and running his hands from my shoulders, over my breasts, my waist and round to my ass before pulling me against him, kissing me. I let him, for a few seconds, before stepping back.

“That’s the last time you get to just touch me like that. You touch me when I tell you to. I’m the boss now.”

He looked surprised, but enthusiastic, and replied “Whatever you say.”

I stepped closer to him again and whispered in his ear. “This.” I pulled at the front of his t-shirt. “Off. Now.”

He did exactly as he was told.

I moved around so that I was standing behind him. Undoing the top button of his jeans, I kissed the back of his neck reaching around under his arm to stroke a sensitive spot on his belly that always drove him crazy. He caught his breath and leaned his head back against mine as a ran my nails over the soft skin on his abdomen. I could feel his heart beating faster through his bare back.

“Get naked” I whispered, stepping beykent escort back away from him. I can’t recall a time before or since that I have ever seen a man undress so fast. I kissed him, slapped him hard on the backside and pushed him onto the bed.

There was something about him that did something completely primal to me. I had no name to give it. Lust seemed too small a word, and surely lust is more fleeting. All he needed to do was walk into a room and I could feel it – a burning, unreasonable desire like I’d never felt for anyone else. Not in so physical and urgent a way. I wanted him as much at 35 as I had when he was 24. We had been friends for over 10 years, but were still relentless flirts whenever we were in each other’s company. The sparks flew between us every time. It was fun, passionate, crazy and liberating, because while we were furiously, physically drawn to each other like new lovers we were also so comfortable there were no inhibitions.

I secured the restraint around his left ankle first, then his right, trailing my fingers up the inside of his thigh as I moved up his body. I kissed him from his armpit along his bicep as I closed the leather cuff around first his left then his right wrist. He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow. Every time he did that it made me instantly wet. It always had – mostly because I knew what it meant. That was his ‘it is so on’ expression. But today I had to play the part, so I sat bolt upright over him and shook my head. His eyes widened momentarily, then he lowered his gaze like a good sub and I smiled. Still straddling him, I leaned back down and started to kiss him from his collarbone, up his neck, over his jaw then briefly, gently, on his lips before securing a blindfold over his eyes.

“Move your hand.” I said, wanting to check how much of a range of motion he had. Not a lot, it turned out. He could move, but he couldn’t reach either himself or me. Perfect.

He smiled again as I got up from the bed. I couldn’t even guess at how he was feeling at this point. Whether he was at all anxious or just excited. The mystery heightened my anticipation.

He still hadn’t seen any of the things I had waiting. They had been hidden safely out of view until now. I reached under the bed and retrieved them, noticing the way he turned his head to the left at the sound. Heightened senses already – that had to be a good thing. I stood for a long moment, just looking at him. He looked unbelievably hot. The level of trust he was placing in me was as much of a turn on as the fact I had a gorgeous, naked, compliant man tied to my bed. I hit play on my iPod and the opening bars of the Stateless track ‘Bloodstream’ filled the space around us. I had created the perfect playlist for just this occasion.

Kneeling back on the bed, I blew softly on the inside of his thigh. He instantly flinched, clearly hyper aware of anything that touched him. I tried not to move too quickly so that he didn’t know where I was going next. Wanting to start out slowly I kissed him from the base of his throat, down his chest, flicking my tongue into his belly button which made him squirm underneath me. I blew softly on the wet head of his cock and gave one lick to the droplet that had appeared there. He squirmed again, and gasped quietly, but I decided that he wasn’t getting any more of that. Not yet.

One of the things I gaziosmanpaşa escort had at my disposal was a bundle of the softest black feathers, tied to a polished black handle about 5 inches long. I kissed his hip to throw him off before running the feathers up the inside of his left thigh, gently up the underside of his cock then over his belly, again enjoying seeing him twist against his restraints.

Time to counter the gentle with something with a little more bite, I thought to myself. I picked up the crop and stroked its soft leather surface from his wrist to his armpit before snapping it against his side. He flinched, but the gentle moan that came with it expressed that it was definitely pleasurable. I did it again, a little harder this time, and on his nipple. His reaction was much stronger this time, and he pulled against his wrist restraints as I licked him just where it had hit.

Sitting astride him I bent down and kissed him deep and hard, before moving down to kiss and bite his neck, running my nails up the soft skin on his left side. Moving up, I brushed a hard nipple against his lips and said “lick”, an order he seemed only too happy to comply with, his eager mouth licking and sucking where I felt so sensitive. He was making me so wet I could barely control myself.

“I’ll be right back.” I said, leaving the room briefly to catch my breath and retrieve some ice from the freezer. I was unprepared for how exciting this was going to be and feeling a little overwhelmed.

I set the glass of ice down on the bedside table as quietly as I could, before taking a piece in my mouth and leaving a cold, wet trail down his chest, pausing briefly on his right nipple before removing the ice and putting my cool tongue on his left one. Holding the ice in my hand, high over his chest, I let cold drips fall on to him, lower and lower.

Taking more ice in my mouth licked from the base of his cock to the top. He squirmed, raising his hips to meet my mouth while my tongue and the ice went to work on him. Not wanting to be too cruel, I got rid of the ice then gave it what felt like a very long 10 second pause where I did absolutely nothing but breathe against his hard cock. I knew my mouth would still be cold but I bent down and quickly took his entire length deep into my mouth, sucking him while he moaned and writhed beneath me. I could do this all day…but I wouldn’t.

I crawled up his body so that I could rub my hot, wet pussy against his cock and my mouth was against his left ear.

“Are you doing ok?” I whispered.

“Yes.” he gasped “Just…yes…no…I don’t know.”

The lace of my underwear was in no way preventing him from feeling how wet I was. One quick movement and he’d have been inside me, underwear or not.

“Can you feel how wet you’re making me?” I said.

“Yes.” he replied

I smiled, and kissed his throat up to below his ear before whispering, “So do you want my wet pussy?”

He gasped again and squirmed underneath me, making me grind harder against him. “Yes. Yes, yes. I want it.”

He loved it when I talked dirty to him. “I would love to fuck you right now. I love fucking you. I love your cock. But I won’t. Not yet.” I said, suddenly moving off and away from him. He groaned in frustration.

This was too intoxicating. It could become addictive. I stroked his sensitive belly ortaköy escort and kissed the inside of his thigh before reaching over for the flogger. A small, black handle with a mass of suede fronds and a loop at the end to attach to your wrist. Presumably to make sure it doesn’t fly out of your hand if you get too carried away. But given that this was our first foray into this, I couldn’t be too brutal.

I gently trailed the flogger down his side, teasing him, before bringing it down sharply on his thigh, about two inches to the right of where his hard cock strained towards me. His back arched and he moaned. I did it again, this time twisting the fronds together to create a different sensation before repeating the pattern. He seemed to enjoy this the most, especially when the flogger was untwisted, delivering more of a sting.

Bending my head again I caressed the head of his cock with my tongue, swirling it around before taking him completely in my mouth. I loved doing this. I loved the taste of him, the way he responded to it, everything about it. I sucked and licked until I recognised the change in his breathing, knowing he was about to cum, so I stopped, eliciting a frustrated, almost angry growl from him.

I stood and removed my underwear, then brushed the lace against his collarbone, down his chest and over the sensitive spot on his side before draping them over the base of his cock. I knew that later, when I finally reached my limit and got around to fucking him, the material would add a delicious amount of friction against my clit.

Still sat astride him, I took off the blindfold. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, but his eyes were dark with desire and he was looking at me with a desperation I couldn’t resist.

“Is this what you want?” I said, my eyes wide with mock innocence, placing my hand between my legs and starting to touch myself.

“Yes.” he gasped. “Please.”

I needed it as much as he did. I carried on, loving the fact he was watching intently, watching me playing with myself. I put a finger inside myself and closed my eyes. It felt so good. I couldn’t wait until it was him. Not much longer. I opened my eyes and looked at him, his breathing was ragged and he was staring at me, his wrists straining at the bonds holding him down. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it before leaning down and putting my tongue in his mouth, making him taste me.

As we kissed, I started to grind my hips against him, teasing him, letting him so close without giving him the satisfaction he needed.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I whispered against his lips, rubbing the head of his cock against where I was hot, wet and so completely ready it was just as torturous for me. I was getting off on the control more than I had ever anticipated. I wanted him to beg.

“Please.” he said desperately, looking almost like he couldn’t focus.

“Well…if you’re sure.” I replied, then sat down hard on him, unable to contain a moan as his beautiful, hard cock filled me up. He felt so incredible inside me I was paralysed for a few seconds.

I leaned forwards so that my forearms were either side of his head. He sucked on my hard, aching nipples as I started to ride him, knowing that this wasn’t going to last long for either of us. He was so deep inside me, causing the most amazing friction against my g spot on the inside, his pubic bone against my clit on the outside, I couldn’t stand it anymore and came hard, in intense, crashing waves, my muscles going into spasm around him, making him explode inside me, both of us moaning like animals.

I rested my forehead against his and reached over to untie his wrists. Neither of us had any words. But this had changed us. And it wouldn’t be the last time.

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“Very well, we’ll carry on. I’ll be a little more forceful. Kneel.” I collected the collar and fitted it to her neck. “Stay.” I said, while I went over to the bureau to extract some interesting items. I returned with my hands full.

“Stand and put your hands behind your back.” I ordered. She complied and I fitted cuffs to each wrist, clipping them together with a brass padlock. I tweaked her nipples until they stiffened then clamped the two clips onto them, attaching a bell to each. “Open your legs.” I attached two more belled clamps to her labia lips, stepped back to admire the view. “Shake the bells, let’s have some music while we work.” She shook from side to side making the nipple bells ring. “And the others.” Twisting her hips and thrusting out her stomach got the rest of the bells to ring.

“Very pretty, now kneel.” She did. I tied her hair into a ponytail and quickly fitted a leather strap around each thigh and leg in a ‘frog-tie’. This meant she could not rise. I clipped a lead to her collar and moved forward. She followed with difficulty, see-sawing her legs, trying to move forwards while leg and thigh were locked together. I stopped, turned and said, “failure to keep up is punishable by flogging. Any excuse?”

She stopped, panted and then said, “But, I can’t move quickly because….” She stopped because I’d jerked the lead and choked her reply.

“Your answer should have been just ‘no master’. Right, then we’ll fit some knee pads. If you stand on your knees and hands you should be able to move fast enough.” I fitted a pair of knee pads and released her hands and lifted her onto her knees. This meant that her feet were up in the air and she was walking on her knees. “Now you look like a dog. As you’re a female perhaps I should say a bitch.”

I yanked her lead and ordered “Heel, bitch or I’ll flog you ’til you squeal.” As I walked forward, she hesitantly followed, legs rigid to the knee, the hands flexible but not a great deal of use. To help her forward, I swung the end of the lead at her buttocks. “Move faster, bitch. Keep up or you are on for 12 lashes for disobeying.”

I hadımköy escort walked in a circle, holding the lead. She huffed and puffed but managed to keep up, especially as I was using the lead to emphasize the need to keep moving. Finally, I said “Stay.” and dropped the lead, going over to the bureau drawer and lifting out a small plastic dumb-bell. I unclipped her lead and rolled the dumb-bell to the far side of the room.

“Fetch. There’s a good bitch, fetch!” As I spoke, I lashed her buttocks with the lead. She squealed and stumbled towards the dumb-bell. When she reached it she started to pick it up with her hand. “No! Dogs don’t have hands. Now, put your paw down and take it in your mouth and bring it here like a good little retriever.” I patted my knee as I said this as if I was coaxing a reluctant dog. Slowly she picked it up in her mouth and turned towards me. “Good dog. Bring it here.” When she was about a yard away. I said “stop there, sit and wait for me to take it.” I held my hand under it “drop it Sheba, there’s a good little bitch.” She released her grip and I took the dumb-bell. With the other hand, I ruffled her hair and rubbed behind her ear. “That’s a good dog. Now let’s try that again.” I threw it across the room and ordered her to fetch it again. We did this several times until I said “That’s enough. Even dogs get tired. Heel.” She moved over and behind me “Good girl, now sit.” She slumped down onto her bottom and started to sit upright. “No. Keep your front paws on the floor.”

I stood and looked at her, she was puffing and panting after the awkward walking with her calves strapped to her thighs. I almost felt sorry for her, after all it was unexpected, suddenly being treated like a dog. “We have used you as a submissive and now as a dog or rather a bitch. Seeing as you are already on four legs, I think I’ll move onto the next stage. Stay there while I fetch some more goodies.” I went into the dining room and collected a nice new bridle and crop.

I quickly strapped the bridle on her face, pushing the rubber covered bit into her mouth and attached blinkers on either side to restrict her view. Dropping the reins over her back, I said “On all fours now my little haramidere escort pony. As we have very little room indoors, you’ll have to be ridden. I can harness you properly when we work out of doors.” I lifted my leg over her back and settled down on her rump, Taking the reins in one hand, I lifted my feet off the floor, dug them into her thighs, saying “Walk on.”

She didn’t move immediately, so I cracked her on the bottom with the crop. “I said, walk on.” She walked, slowly. I pulled on the right rein, saying “turn with the reins.” She walked in a circle, shaking her head as she felt the bit. After a few minutes, I pulled back on the reins, saying “Whoa.” As she stopped, I lowered my feet back onto the floor and stepped off. “Sit.” She sat back on her thighs, keeping her hands on the floor. “That’s a good pony.” I said, patting her back. I knelt down and unstrapped her thighs. She lowered her legs to the floor and stayed on her hands and knees. “Seeing as you’re there I may as well use you.” I knelt behind her and guided my penis into her. Holding her hips I thrust in and out, very quickly climaxing. “Turn around and clean me.” I said. She turned and took my penis into her mouth. When she had done, she moved back and released me. “Now sit properly.” I said “and put your hands behind your back.” As she obeyed, I clipped the two cuffs together and ordered her to stand.

Stepping back so as to see her clearly with her bridle and bit on, I was very pleased. She had worked well even though it was the first day. I’d included the dog and pony routine to give her a good feel for how she would be used if she stayed. I hope I hadn’t put her off. But better finding out now rather than later.

I lifted the reins over her head, and pulling on them, led her back into the kitchen. Taking the bit out of her mouth and saying, “You could do with a drink, I think.” I filled a stainless dog bowl with water and placed it on the floor. “Make sure you drink it all.” I warned as I prepared a glass of wine for myself, watching her getting down on her knees and lapping the water. “Always use your bowl facing me.” She quickly sidled around so she was facing me, without stopping drinking. I sat down at the table atakent escort and sipped my wine while I watched. What should I do next? I know — furniture.

When she finished her water, I got up and after unclipping her hands, headed for the lounge, saying “bring the bottle and my glass and don’t spill any.” Entering the lounge, I went to my favourite chair and sat down. She came and stood before me, waiting for orders. “Pass me the glass and bottle, then all fours next to my chair.” I gestured to my left. “Here, head forwards.” She manoeuvred herself into position. “further forward, I want your shoulders level with the front of the chair and you as close as you can to the chair. I don’t want to stretch.” After a few minutes, I was satisfied with her position. “That’s fine. Now stay there and don’t move. I’m putting my glass and bottle on your back as a coffee table. Spill any of it and you will be severely punished.”

I put a wooden place mat on her back and set the glass down on it. After replenishing it, I put the bottle on the mat as well. After switching some music on, I picked up the glass and sipped my wine while admiring my new furniture, convenient and mobile. When the bottle was empty, I thought I’d give her a break without making it obvious. Although she had swayed a bit now and then, she’d kept pretty still and my wine was unspilt. As this was early in our relationship, it might be a good plan not to make life too difficult, just yet. Plenty of time for that later.

I picked up the bottle, empty glass and place mat. “Stand up, take the empty bottle into the kitchen and bring another, screw-topped, oh and your bowl, go on jump to it, I’ve taken the stuff off your back.” She got up, rather stiffly, and took the bottle off me. She soon returned carrying a bottle of wine and her bowl.

I took the bottle off her and said, “hold your bowl out.” I opened the wine and poured some into her bowl. “Put it down in front of me and drink.” She put the bowl down and, remembering to kneel facing me, proceeded to lap the wine. I poured myself a glass, recapped and put the bottle down, then sat back sipping my wine and watching her, on hands and knees, lapping like a dog. Oh, I do hope she decides to stay, she is just what I wanted, well-built, not too muscular and seems to enjoy pain. I looked forward to many happy hours like this.

When I had finished my glass and watched her trying to lick the bowl clean, I stood up. “Take the bowl and glass into the kitchen and wash them. Put the bottle in the rack, then come upstairs. I’m off to bed and you can keep me warm.”

To be continued . . .

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Erin felt the drip of sweat trickle down behind her ear and under her collar. God, this was humiliating! What if one of the patients from the waiting room looked up at her? Would they notice that she was sweating? Her furrowed brow? Would they be able to tell just from looking how much agony she was in? Would they guess who was punishing her, or why? She looked out at the waiting room, and was grateful that all four women were busy reading or looking at their phones and not paying any attention to her as she did her best not to hyperventilate from the pain she was experiencing.

Well, from the pain, but she had to admit it was the arousal too. Her breasts felt like they were on fire, her pussy was so sensitive that it made her flinch every time she moved, and the burning intrusion in her ass made her squirm almost constantly. In spite of all that, her stomach was filled with butterflies, and she had a warm spot in her core that she knew would grow and grow until it became an inferno that would drive her to an orgasm of enormous proportions. Not that she enjoyed the pain she was feeling. Pain hurt. No one likes that. But the way that she had gotten into this situation, the risk of exposure, the knowledge of how she was submitting to make amends, all of that somehow just felt right to her and the knowledge that she was really doing it aroused her tremendously.

Erin jumped when her phone’s timer chimed, signaling that it was 11:00, and time for her to repeat her session. Her stomach started doing flips, knowing what was coming next. She tried to reassure herself that this would be the last session of her punishment, but she knew that this would be the most difficult one yet. She was sure the planning had been perfect, but she hoped she was up for it.

Erin grabbed her purse, let Janice, the Nurse Practitioner, know she’d be right back, and headed to the Ladies Room. Janice probably wondered what the hell their office manager was doing, going to the bathroom every hour exactly on the hour, but it couldn’t be helped. If the nurse had any real idea of what Erin was up to, it would have blown the poor woman’s mind.

Erin was unbuttoning her silk blouse even before she was into the ladies room, and after checking that no one was in the other stall of the ladies room, she pulled the blouse off entirely. It was hung on the hook of the stall door, followed quickly by her knee length flared skirt. Erin looked down at her underwear clad body. It was amazing how normal she looked, given the pain emanating from her breasts and crotch. Her large breasts did look a little squished in the sports bra she was wearing, but nothing else seemed out of place. Only when she looked closely could she see that the tiny thong was a little small for her, and it was pulled very tight into her pussy, causing her lips to bulge out on either side of the small garment. More unusual were the small clamps, the ones she used to hold stacks of documents together, attached to her pussy lips, and the rubber bands that pulled her pussy lips down to where they were clipped to thigh high stockings.

After that, nothing looked unusual. She couldn’t see how the burlap she had hot-glued to the inside of the bra and the crotch of the thong was digging into her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t tell how her nipples were on fire from the abuse they had received today. How her swollen clit, completely exposed from her lips being pulled wide by the clips, was beyond tender from the constant rubbing on the burlap. It made her feel a little better that if her torment was mostly invisible while standing in her underwear, it seemed likely that it was not apparent to anyone else once she was dressed.

Erin knew she didn’t have a lot of time, so she screwed up her courage, and pulled the sports bra up. Releasing her sore breasts from their confines made her suck in her breath at the sensation of the burlap raking across her tender flesh. Her normally milky white orbs were a mottled and angry red, and even though she knew that within a couple days they would be back to their pristine pale state she felt some pride in how their current condition showed how much punishment they could endure. She pulled her thong down to her knees, giving her tender inner lips and clit some desperately needed relief. She grabbed a small squeeze bottle of oil, flipped the lid open, then reached behind her butt with her right hand, and grabbed ahold of the base of the butt-plug protruding from her anus. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she pulled the plug out, the widest part of the plug stretching her tender flesh painfully. Her empty ass convulsed, trying to adjust to the space where the plug had been.

She held the plug over the toilet bowl, and squirted some of the oil to coat it before its return to its proper sheath. Erin had made the oil herself, leaving some diced jalapeno peppers in a jar of olive oil for a few weeks. She actually used it mostly for cooking, but it always alibeyköy escort gave her a secret rush to know that it was really there to aid in her punishments when she needed them. She was careful to keep the oil weak enough so it couldn’t do any real damage, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t really uncomfortable when applied to the sensitive areas of her body.

The plug was now coated in fresh oil, and she gently inserted it back into her anus. She couldn’t stifle a whimper as the fresh oil began to burn her tormented flesh. She knew from the two times she had done this already this morning that the burning, cramping feeling would escalate over the next 30 minutes, becoming horribly unbearable. She had almost been in tears when she first sat down this morning, the burning in her tits only surpassed by the inferno of the chili oil in her ass. She could barely stand the torment, but she knew that she needed to be punished, and she had made a commitment that she would follow through.

And once Erin had committed herself, she never backed down. Never, ever.

With the butt plug returned to her pain riddled bowels, Erin squirted the last bit of the oil onto her right hand. This was the last session of the day thank God, so there was no need to conserve it. She rubbed the oil all over her pussy and clit and even inserted a finger inside herself. The pleasure of rubbing herself was mixed with the gradually escalating burn of the oil. This was actually above and beyond her planned punishment, but sometimes Erin just liked to go the extra mile. She pulled the thong up firmly, pulling the burlap tight against her burning pussy. The pain made her hesitate for a second, but she knew she had to move on to her breasts.

Erin had always been proud of her breasts, ever since they first developed when she was 14. She thought her butt was a bit too big, her thighs weren’t as toned and smooth as she’d like, no matter how many Pilates sessions she went to, and while her belly was smooth and flat, she didn’t have the abs she’d always dreamed of. But she did have great tits. Large and full, with pink areolae and prominent nipples, they were still nearly as full and firm as she approached 30 as they had been when she was a teenager. Sometimes she resented the attention they got her, the way guys would stare, the bizarre come-ons she would occasionally receive, but she also knew that having a great rack gave her more benefits in life than annoyances.

Erin was sure that a psychologist could build a career looking into why so many of her punishments involved her breasts, but all she knew was that a punishment didn’t seem proper unless her suffering included her tits. She quickly pulled on a rubber glove, opened a zip-lock bag from her purse, and pulled out a handful of stinging nettles. Her breath quickened in fear of what was coming next. She had started the morning preparing her nipples, scuffing them roughly with the green scrubbing pad at her kitchen sink until they were tender and throbbing. The abuse to her nipples had made the rubbing of the nettles all over her breasts even more excruciating than she had expected. She had actually screamed while she stood at her sink, at first stroking the stinging plants all around her breasts, then mashing them against her tits, finally using them to pinch her nipples with all her strength. For a moment it had seemed unbearable, as the tears flowed down her cheeks. But she was committed to this punishment, so not only had she finished, but she had put on the too small sports bra lined with burlap, and had come to work. For the last two hours, on the hour, she had come to the bathroom and repeated the torment, and now it was time to do it again. With painstaking slowness, she brushed the nettles all over her tortured breasts. She bit her lip, she squeezed her fingernails into the palm of her fist, she did everything she could to distract herself from the pain, but she did not stop until the burning fire of the plant’s touch had caressed every square inch of her breasts. She focused especially cruelly on her nipples, using the stinging leaves to pinch them as hard as she could stand. If anything, it was worse each time she did it, and she was incredibly grateful this was the last time she would have to do this to complete her punishment. Just the prospect of putting the burlap coated bra back over the irritated flesh of her breasts filled her with dread. She hoped she could survive this last hour.

As always, Erin persevered, and soon she had the bra back in place, dressed herself, and was walking gingerly back to the front desk of the medical practice. Fran, the nurse practitioner gave her a funny look as Erin sat back down, but the older woman quickly went back to her work. Erin did her best to keep a fake smile on her face as she handed over the necessary forms to a new patient before she considered the final piece of her penance. While this sefaköy escort wasn’t the most physically painful thing she had to do this day, in some ways she found it the most difficult. She pulled her chair in tight against her desk, and reached under to pull the front of her skirt up high enough for her to play with her crotch. She spread her legs a bit, and slowly rubbed herself through the thong, caressing her tender, burning flesh. In spite of the pain that she had caused herself, she had to stifle a moan, and it took all her self-control to keep her hips from responding to the teasing.

Okay, who was she kidding? Not in spite of her punishments. Because of them. She would often ponder about what it said about her that she inflicted these punishments upon herself. The whole thing was a bit of a pretense, actually. She had messed up some of Dr. Conrad’s files, that was all. Scott had been very understanding, even though it meant it would take longer for him to get reimbursed from the insurance companies. He was great that way, but Erin couldn’t let it rest at that. She felt that she needed to be punished. She didn’t really understand why she sometimes put herself in that mood, but when it hit, she knew it would not relent until she felt she had been properly punished.

So she had created this punishment to atone for the inconvenience she had inflicted. Not that Scott would ever know about it. He was incredibly sweet, and he didn’t even so much as frown at Erin over the mix-up with the files. He would never understand what she was doing now. Over the last year they had become good friends, but it was clear that he didn’t look at her as anything other than a friend. On top of that, he was way too much of a sensitive, post-feminist kind of a guy to have anything like the kind of crazy kinkiness that Erin’s fantasies demanded.

“Yep, that’s what I am, I am one kinky freak,” Erin thought to herself as she rubbed the rough burlap against her clit, giving herself that exquisite combination of pain and pleasure.

Erin bit her lip as she could feel herself getting close to orgasm. She tried very hard to stay absolutely still, but she couldn’t stop her body from tensing up. Her fingernails of her left hand dug into the armrest of her chair as she began to rub her clit faster and harder. The burlap scraped her poor tender clit, but she was still getting very close. Almost there… She could feel the orgasm just beginning to start…

Erin whipped her right hand away from her pussy and gripped her other armrest as tight as she could. It took all over her will to snap her thighs as open as wide as they would go. Her hips bucked all by themselves, and her legs spasmed wildly trying to bring on the orgasm that was so close. For a second Erin was terrified that she had gone too far, that she would cum. Breaking that rule meant that she would have to do the whole thing over again, a level of pain that she wasn’t sure she could even begin to bear. Thankfully, she held out, and after about 30 seconds she could feel the danger pass, which unfortunately left only the frustration of being so close to an orgasm without any release. She almost started crying when her sore clit began to throb as the pleasure wore off and the pain moved to the front of her consciousness. She had almost been able to forget how much her breasts stung and itched in their burlap prison, or how her stretched anus burned from the capsaicin coated butt plug buried in her backside. But with no more pleasure to mask it, the pain rushed back with a vengeance. She blinked back the tears, and tried to get back to work.

She looked around guiltily, suddenly worried that someone might have noticed her state, but none of the women in the waiting room were paying her any attention at all, and Fran had taken a patient back to an exam room, so thankfully she was safe. Now she just had to survive one more hour.

It was amazing how slowly time could crawl. Every motion she made caused the weight of her breasts to shift, re-igniting the itching and burning from the nettles and burlap. Every time she got up to do some filing the clips spreading her labia stretched them painfully, and when she sat back down the butt plug rammed back up into her ass. She accidentally let a moan out one time after sitting down too quickly, causing a couple of the women in the waiting room to look up at her. She quickly looked down and shuffled the papers on her desk, trying to look busy. Would everyone notice how flushed she was? See how she kept tensing up from the pain? Wonder why she was sweating slightly?

She kept thinking she should just run to the bathroom and rip off her torturous underwear. Or maybe just tell the doctors she was sick and go home to soak in a bath and try to salve the pain. But Erin would never do that. She had determined that the punishment would go until noon, and once started, she never went back halkalı escort on a punishment. It was a matter of fierce pride with her that she would endure any punishment she set for herself. She had also endured any punishment anyone else had ever set for her, although that wasn’t saying much, she thought ruefully.

Erin had had her share of boyfriends, but she had only revealed this side of herself, the part of her that felt the need to sometimes be punished, to just 3 of them. The first one tried to act like he was all sophisticated and accepting of Erin’s “differentness,” but when it actually came for him to do something, even just give Erin a spanking, the poor boy couldn’t do it. It had made Erin sad, because he was really sweet, and he obviously loved her dearly, but he was just too nice to fulfill the dark needs that she sometimes had.

She had told a second boyfriend not long after graduating from college, and he just simply freaked out. A conversation that started after a couple bottles of wine about each other’s’ fantasies had quickly degenerated into a crying fest that ended the relationship when Erin had been a little too honest. It took a lot longer and a lot more trust building before she shared her secret with anyone else. The third guy had handled it better, and they had spent a few wonderful months playing. But Erin became more and more dissatisfied with his inability to be truly cruel when Erin really needed it. They had finally drifted apart, probably because he could sense Erin’s disappointment, and the feelings of inadequacy that gave him.

Nowadays it was purely her own deviant mind that constructed her punishments. She still dated from time to time, but she had never found someone with whom she even felt close to being ready to share her secret. Because of that, she hadn’t had anything that resembled a serious relationship in several years. She might date now and again, with more casual hook-ups mixed in between, but the fact that she was never really sexually satisfied with any of them always drove a wedge and prevented her from getting closer.

All of this left her alone to deliver the punishments that she craved. She spent quite of bit of time online, researching the options for punishment. She pulled a lot of ideas from kinky stories, and she also studied serious bondage and self –bondage sites to be sure things were practical and safe. She would fantasize that some Master was making her do these, that she really had no choice in the matter. It made it easier to do the things she knew deep down she needed. Using her imaginary Top, she had started by punishing herself lightly, and as she learned more and read more stories, she did it more often, and the punishments became more severe, and more elaborate. She was proud with how creative today’s punishment was, but she was getting worried that she’d gone too far.

The agony was escalating steadily, and she still had 30 minutes before she could take off her punishment underwear, and even then she knew she would be horribly sore. Yet underneath all that pain, she was still unbelievably turned on. She tried to focus on that, thinking about how horny she was, and how good it would be to cum as soon as she got home, no matter how tender her pussy was. Subconsciously, her thighs began bouncing together and apart, getting her more turned on again, as the straps from her thighs to her pussy pulled and pinched her labia. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, and she squeezed her arms across her breasts, driving the prickly burlap hard into her nipples. She moaned out loud again and the mix of pain and pleasure, but thankfully the waiting room was empty, since the office was closing soon for lunch.

Erin survived the time until noon in a haze of erotic pain. She did her best to pretend everything was normal as patients left and she helped them set up new appointments, but she was pretty sure that a couple of them wondered what was wrong with her. Their stares and confused looks let Erin know that she was not hiding all she was experiencing. When the time finally came, she got up from her desk, walked unsteadily to the ladies’ room for one last visit. As soon as she was in the stall she almost ripped her blouse off and then peeled the infernal bra from her abused breasts. The scraping of the burlap made them scream in pain, but at least they were now free of their torment. It almost made Erin cry to look at them, all red and mottled, the nipples swollen and purplish. She rubbed them tenderly, but even that slight stimulation was painful. She hiked her skirt up to her waist, and very gently unclipped her pussy lips from her stockings. Again the act of removing the torture devices caused even more pain in the short run, with the rush of blood to her labia bringing all the nerves to life and making them pulse. She had to bite her fist to keep from a wail from escaping her lips. Once she could stand it, she pulled her thong out of her pussy, down her legs, and stepped out of them. Reaching back to her asshole, she got a good grip on the plug lodged there, and soon she was free of any the devices she had set up to punish herself. Of course her tits, pussy, and asshole all still burned and ached horribly, but she took some comfort in that at least it wasn’t going to be getting any worse.

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Indian Femdom Marriage Ch. 04

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I was kneeling beside Ms. Preethi. Don’t wonder what was going on. Even I didn’t have any clue. Yesterday, my mistress ordered to pack our luggage and get ready for a trip suddenly. As I was scared, I didn’t ask her anything. I just followed what I have been told. When we were ready, doorbell rang.

“Asshole!! Don’t you hear the doorbell? Go and answer,” she gave me a stern order. I just love the way my mistress commands me and use her authority. Even a professional would have to learn many things. She takes care of even the miniscule things of female led relationships and reminds me of my position as her slave, keeping me on my toes always.

I was wearing my t-shirt, when I received a tight slap on my cheek.

“Did I give you permission to wear a t-shirt?” she asked me.

“Go now and Open the door. Don’t let guests wait for too long,” she pointed me the way to door.

I didn’t know who those guest might me. I ran towards the door with a big confusion on back of my mind. When I opened the door, I got surprised. Ms. Preethi, Ms. Sheetal and Ms. Priya were waiting at our door. As soon as I saw them, I knelt and kissed their feet one by one. They were not new to me. They are all my mistress’s close friends and used to hang out together very often. Disrespecting one of her friends is as same as that of disrespecting her and it brings big disruption to me. My mistress has been very specific about who should know our lifestyle. As all three of them studied with my mistress and have known each other for a long time, she doesn’t mind them knowing our lifestyle.

“How are you Vijay?” Ms. Priya asked and patted on cheek.

“I am fine miss. How are you?” I shared pleasantry with Ms. Priya. Ms. Priya has always been very kind to me and always tries to save me from punishment.

“I am good my little boy,” she replied.

“Sorry to ask miss. It looks like you all have been prepared for a long vacation. May I know what is the plan?” I asked her. I was confident that Ms. Priya would never ever hurt me. She has always been very kind to me.

“Didn’t Lakshmi tell you Vijay?” she asked me.

Ms. Preethi interrupted and told, “That’s none of your business.”

“What is going on my girls? Is my little boy giving you any trouble?” my mistress came towards them with her arms wide open.

They all hugged each other. They were whispering to each other. I have been ignored until Ms. Preethi told my mistress that I was curious to know about their plan.

My mistress kicked my balls and told, “When are you going to mind your business? Even if you know, how does it going to make a difference to you my slut boy?”

My entire body shook for a while. I closed my eyes and tried to contain the pain inflicted by her. There was a huge disturbance inside my abdomen due to the misdemeanour created by the kick. Amidst the pain, I was trying to hold my position and not to fall on the floor. For a moment, I went near the hell and came back.

Everyone laughed at me. Ms. Sheetal told my mistress that was a nice welcome to them and was looking for more kinky stuff during the coming week.

“Oh! So sweet of you dear! Of course my sweetheart. Our little princess Preethi is getting married. I will make sure that this turns out to be the most memorable week for her,” she said and hugged Ms. Preethi.

Now, I understood what was going on. My mistress has planned a bachelorollete party for Ms. Preethi along with her friends, which means so much of work for me. For sure, my mistress would have planned so many things to amuse her friends.

“Hey esenler escort stupid!! Enough of starring!! Go and serve us all wine,” I have been ordered.

I opened the wine bottle and poured them into glasses. I kept those glasses on a tray and moved towards them who were having their time on the couch. I served them wine and knelt there for further orders.

“Come on girls! I have an announcement here. As Preethi is getting married, I have decided to lend my slave to her for a brief period. She can enjoy his service during this trip,” she told and raised her glass.

Everyone shouted in surprise and cheered aloud.

“Are you serious Lakshmi? Can I own him for a week?” Ms. Preethi asked curiously.

“Not only own him. You can also use and break him as you wish. He would be at your service,” she gave her the permission to use me.

“Really!! Oh my god! I am really excited. I don’t know what to do now. It feels like I should do something,” Ms. Preethi was curious to do something.

“Don’t be nervous Preethi. He is all yours. Take your time,” Ms. Sheetal commented.

“Can I use him now?” Ms. Preethi asked my mistress.

“Of course dear!!” my mistress nodded without any hesitation.

“From now on, you are owned by Preethi. You report to her during the trip. Do you understand?” my mistress asked me.

“Yes Mistress!! I understood,” I nodded.

“I expect you to behave sincerely and be obedient always as you are to me. Will you my poor boy?”

“Yes Mistress! I will try my best to be obedient and sincere,” I replied.

“Be informed that I won’t tolerate any complaints and hope you are aware your life will be hell if it all I receive any complaints,” she said as if my life is not a hell now

Ms. Preethi put the dog collar around my neck and dragged me towards her. She removed her jeans. She wore a pink Victoria Secret thong. She is the fittest among all. She works for Central Bureau of Investigation as Forensic Accountant. She works in the department of Economic Offenses and her responsibilities include identifying economic offenses and corporate scam. Being an employee of one of the most powerful organisation in the country, she possesses a very dominant body language. She takes so much pride in what she does and makes corporate gurus dance to her tunes.

I starred at her pink thong and waited for further instructions.

“I am excited very much Vijay!! Go ahead. Make sure I attain too many orgasms today,” I have been given the first instruction by Ms. Preethi.

“Yes miss, I would do my best,” I replied with obedience.

She removed her thong and gave the final signal to go ahead.

As usual I sniffed her pussy first. I breathed heavily and exhaled a gush of air on her pussy to give her a chilling effect. I started caressing her upper labia using my tongue and slowly started licking the outer portion of her vagina. I increased the momentum and moved to inner wall of her vagina. My first task was to identify her G-Spot. I licked vertically across her pussy and followed her moans closely to identify her G-Spot. It took a while to finally arrive at her G-Spot. When I started licking her G-Spot, she moaned heavily.

I continued licking her G-Spot slowly. I moved to her clitoris abruptly. My mistress has taught me the importance of torment in sex. The more you have been denied the pleasure, the more you enjoy when you get it.

She got hold of my hair and pressed my head against her pussy. She locked her legs around my neck florya escort and made sure I can’t move my head. She chocked me and didn’t let me breathe easily. I understood that she wanted immediate release and didn’t have any patience. I worked my tongue faster across her G-Spot. I didn’t give any break.

She breathed heavily and moaned, “Holy fuck!! It feels so amazing girls. He is so good. Yes, my little boy. You have been doing good. Continue it. Oh my god!”

“You little slut!! You have been enjoying this all alone and never let us have this kind of pleasure,” she shouted at my mistress.

Everyone laughed at her. I haven’t stopped my work and increased the momentum further. I wanted to breath soon. Unless I let her cum, I can’t breath properly. I tasted the pre cum and it tasted little salty. Soon, she released her load of cum on my face. As usual, I drank every bit of the cum and cleaned her pussy. As soon as she came, she pushed me away.

“You little cunt!! What an amazing life you have? You have him at your snap and enjoy this. I am really very jealous of you,” Ms. Preethi told my mistress.

“You should be privileged for this,” my mistress replied her and laughed along with her other friends.

“Leave her aside. You continue your job. Make me cum at least 10 times today,” she passed further orders.

I worked tirelessly to satisfy her. After 4th orgasm, she got dried up and didn’t release any cum. Still, she made me lick her pussy and enjoyed for almost 2 hours. In the mean time, my mistress and her friends got ready for the trip.

My mistress drove the car. Initially, I thought we were going to Goa. I realised we were not, when we passed the Goa free pass. Later, I have been told that we were going to Gokarna. The destination has been chosen by my mistress. She felt Goa is highly overrated and very crowded. She also told her friends that there wouldn’t be any privacy for them in Goa. As too many Indians visit Goa, there wouldn’t be much scope for naughty stuffs. Gokarna is a hidden treasure and have not been explored my many people. Only those who got bored of Goa and wanted to have a Goan experience at a cheaper price have explored Gokarna.

There are too many beaches in Gokarna such as Paradise Beach, Om beach , Kudle Beach, Half Moon Beach etc. Each beach has been separated from other by small hilltops. One has to trek the hilltops to reach other beach or to take ferry from one beach to other. Paradise has been celebrated as nude beach primarily on account of too many foreigners taking sunbath with their bikinis. Om beach and Kudle beach have been known for their night life.

We reached there around 7:00 PM. My mistress parked the car near Paradise Beach.

“It looks like there are no good hotel nearby to stay,” Ms. Sheetal was confused.

“Ah! Why did I ask you to pack your tent and sleeping bags?” My mistress replied her.

“Do you mean to say we are going to stay on beach?” she asked puzzled.

“Yes! I want it to be so wild. How long do we chill out in a closed bar?” she explained.

“That’s nice!! Who would give us security? What about the food?” my mistress have been asked too many questions.

“Don’t worry girls! My slave will guard us. Food and other stuffs we will eat when we hop on from one beach to other. Most of nights, we would spend in Om Beach or Kudle Beach. I needn’t to tell you all about the night life of these beaches” she replied her friends.

I had been a passive listener and heard what they discussed.

“This kayaşehir escort place is the right place for us to have a wild enjoyment. Here no bothers us,” my mistress was very excited.

“What are you starring at? Go and make the tents for us,” Ms. Preethi passed the order.

“Wow!! You have started enjoying your privilege,” my mistress teased Ms. Preethi.

“Privileges are meant to be enjoyed. Isn’t? This kind of privilege should be exploited. I will make sure of that” she replied and winked.

I still stood and started at them. Ms. Preethi kicked on my ass and urged me to make their tent soon.

I made their tent near the beach. I spread the sleeping bag on the floor. I made sure there were no scarcity of comfort for them. I knelt beside the tent and folded my hands across my torso.

In few minutes, they came with three cases beer and a cooling box. They laughed at my position and Ms. Sheetal commented that my mistress has trained me well.

“I don’t know why you are allowed to wear boxer. Under my command, you aren’t allowed to wear anything. Throw that shit away,” Ms. Preethi instructed me.

I removed the boxer and through it in sea.

They looked at my groin and raised their eyebrows.

“Hey!! He is so endowed. I just want to get banged by him,” Ms. Preethi was desperate for an intercourse.

“He is not allowed a sexual pleasure. Don’t do that Preethi,” my mistress instructed Ms. Preethi.

“You are no one to decide what I need and what I should with my slave. Mind your own business,” Ms. Preethi shouted at my mistress.

My mistress’s face turned red and she tried to control her emotions. She started regretting her decision to share me with her friend. She felt possessive and was helpless.

“No need to fight over that. I have solution for this. He can bang you without even getting any pleasure,” Ms. Sheetal.

“How is that even possible?” my mistress asked curiously.

Ms. Sheetal is a physician and she suggested a medical solution for that. She suggested that she can inject trimix, a medicine for erectile dysfunction, and inject local anaesthesia. Trimix would make my penis rock hard and anaesthesia would make sure that I don’t feel any pleasure. In this way, I can still bang her without having any sexual pleasure at all.

Everyone applauded her decision. She said that she would be able to do that only the next day when she manages to source those medicines.

“What’s the plan now?” Ms. Preethi asked everyone.

“Let us have beer now. It has already turned dark. After sometime, we will go to Om Beach or Kudle and try to find some hot boys,” my mistress told everyone.

“Sounds like a nice plan,” Ms. Preethi told.

“But, I need food now. I am very hungry,” Ms. Preethi told everyone.

“Oh!! So sad. Poor girl. Why don’t you ask your precious slave to arrange something for you?” my mistress asked Ms. Preethi sarcastically.

“Oh!! Are you trying to troll me? Do u think he is incompetent to do that? Don’t forget that you are the one to blame if he doesn’t satiate my hunger in another 30 minutes”

“Hey!! Stupid slave! Come here,” Ms. Preethi commanded me.

I ran towards Ms. Preethi. She held my right ear and slapped me twice and told, “Doesn’t matter whether you are in home or beach, be on knees. Understood?”

I nodded and knelt beside her. This is how I ended up here. I didn’t know what else have been packed for me here.

“I don’t know want you do. I give you 30 minutes. Do whatever you want to do. I want all of us be served food. Now move your lazy ass and start working” she told and kicked on my torso.

I fell down on Ms. Sheetal’s lap. She got very angry.

“Holy shit!! How dare are you?” she held my hair and slapped me continuously until both cheeks became red. One thing I knew for sure, the next week is going to be a hell for me and heaven for me.

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Going Out With Mistress Jessica

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This is the next day following our first evening with Mistress Jessica. So read “Two Slaves for Mistress Jessica” first.

What happened before: I had agreed to meet an online-friend for the first time on her 25th birthday and to please her as a willing sub together with a mature lady.

It was quite late when we awoke the next day. Elisabeth and I kissed and fondled our loved Mistress Jessica awake and we had a sexy shower, all three of us. After the shower all three of us were already hot and horny again. Jessica ordered us to kneel in front of her naked. The 25year old Swedish girl stood very close to us. Her slim legs almost touched our bodies. Both her hands played with our breasts. Her left hand massaged Elisabeth’s sagging, mature tits and her right hand massaged my firm, round 85B boobs. We both had hard nipples and a moist crotch area. Jessica’s well-trimmed bush was just before our eyes and I could see that she was wet too.

“I would love to go out with you two, my little slaves. But can I be sure that you will be good girls and obey me?” the blonde, young, dominating Beauty asked in a very sexy voice and squeezed our hard nipples.

Eagerly we both nodded.

“You can rely on us, Mistress Jessica. We will always obey you!”

“Let’s see, Let’s see.”

Mistress Jessica ordered us what to wear and I was quite happy to be in Stockholm, far away from home, where nobody would know me. Neither 52year old Elisabeth nor I (27) were allowed to wear any underwear; no bra, no panties and no pantyhose. I was dressed in a very tiny, black dress with a deep décolleté showing much more than only the beginnings of my boobs and the dress ended quite close to my little arse. I would never have worn that dress normally. The mature woman, Elisabeth, was wearing a white, almost see-through blouse and a very short skirt. Her breasts were quite good displayed, especially her hard nipples – but so were mine.

Mistress Jessica again was the sexiest of the three of us. She had brought very tight fitting, black trousers made of soft, fine leather. It outlined perfectly her beautiful, bayrampaşa escort slim legs and her perfectly shaped, firm arse. Beyond she wore an also perfectly tight fitting, black shirt. One could see the curves of her nice, perky, firm breasts and her hard nipples.

She also had brought a necklace for both of us, that we had to wear. It was made of black leather and should show our status.

We three ladies earned quite some looks, when walking through the lobby of the hotel. And the looks did not stop when we were walking through the town. Obviously Mistress Jessica liked that looks and she liked to display us.

She had us walk left and right of her and her hands went beneath our dress and skirt. From behind it was clearly to see that this young woman had her hands on our arses and was massaging them. First I was a bit shocked, but very soon I was starting to enjoy her massage and I was getting wet.

In front of a small bar with big windows we stopped. Some of the guests of the bar saw us from inside and started looking at us. Obviously we seemed interesting to them.

“I want you to kiss now, my slaves. I want to see a good passionate kiss!”, suddenly Mistress Jessica commanded.

“But….,” I tried to object and immediately earned a slap with her hand to my ass. The guests saw it all. I blushed deeply. The mature woman seemed to have fewer problems with that situation. Her face was already close to mine and her lips met mine. I gave up my resistance too and obeyed my Mistress’s wishes. My lips parted and Elisabeth’s tongue slid into my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the watching people. Somehow I also found that situation arousing.

Elisabeth was a very good, erotic, experienced kisser and I really enjoyed her passionate French kiss.

“Feel that little German slut out, slave Elisabeth. Touch her sweet pussy and tell me how wet she is! And you, slutty Carmen, feel her breasts and squeeze her nipples and tell me how hard they are!”

I was a bit shocked about that fulya escort request, but again Elisabeth was the more eagerly obeying one and quickly her hands went down my body, touching my breasts on their way down. The old lady seemed to enjoy that a lot. One of her hands went to my arse and pressed me close to her and the other directly found it’s way to my pussy. And she really found a wet, a very wet pussy. I even moaned and I too followed now and both my hands started massaging her soft, mature boobs and hard nipples. I did not look into the bar, but I could imagine the looks of the people inside. We must have been quite a big, erotic show. A mature and a young woman feeling themselves out and a sexy dressed blonde beauty commanding them!

“She is juicy, Mistress Jessica. Slave Carmen is a naughty, dirty wet slave-girl. She must be very horny!”

“I love to hear that. And what can you tell me about, slave Elisabeth?” she asked me.

I was now horny enough too, to speak dirty.

“Slave Elisabeth is a dirty, old brat, Mistress Jessica. She loves to feel me out, she is fondling my arse too and it feels good, hmmm. And she has rock hard nipples. So hard, you would love to lick and suck them!”

“So you are fondling my slaves arse? Did I tell you to do that, Slut?”

The horny old woman shook her head, but kept her hand at my arse cheeks.

“No, Mistress Jessica. You did not tell me. I’m naughty!”

“You will receive your punishment. You know that!”

Mistress Jessica stepped between of us and kissed us both. When we left I took a look into the bar. I think all guests were staring through the window. Somehow it made me hot; and I have never been an exhibitionist at all.

A bit later we stopped at a small bridge that led over a small river in a green park. There were no other people around us; but in some distance I could make out some walkers.

There was a small wall, protecting walkers of falling into the river.

“Lean forward, you dirty, old slut!”, Mistress Jessica ordered the 52year yenibosna escort old Elisabeth. The woman obeyed and leaned against the small wall. Our blonde, beautiful, young Mistress stepped behind her, she kissed her neck and both her hands wrapped her and started massaging her breasts. But she was not only massaging them, she was also unbuttoning her blouse, till her sagging boobs hung freely. Elisabeth was deep red now in her face, but she did not object. Then Mistress Jessica lifted her skirt and thus displayed the naked, round, big arse of the overweight woman.

“Please her pussy and tits, slave Carmen, while I will give this slut the spanking she has earned.”

I think I was deep red now too, but I also was very horny and I loved to fondle this mature woman. I obeyed and one of my hands started fondling her soft breasts and one went beneath her skirt. My fingers glided along her wet slit and easily found entrance into her cunt. I slowly started fingerfucking her openly on the bridge. Elisabeth moaned with obvious excitement and sexual pleasure.

Mistress Jessica’s hand caressed her naked bum for a short while and then her hand hit her for a first blow. Each time Mistress Jessica’s hit her arse, her pussy pressed harder against my now two fingers inside of her pussy. Our blonde Mistress took her time with her spanking and after each strike she stroke her arse cheeks for a short time. There were ten hit’s to each of her cheeks. Elisabeth was already quite loud at the end of that obviously very arousing punishment.

I saw some walkers nearing the bridge.

Mistress’s Jessica’s hand met mine at her pussy. She slid another finger into her, so that now three fingers were inside of her. We found a common Rhythm and fucked her quick and hard now with our fingers till Elisabeth came. She had to bite her lips not to cry out loud her lusty orgasm.

Only seconds before the walkers would have seen the totally exposed mature woman, we removed our hands from her and the somewhat exhausted but satisfied Elisabeth quickly buttoned her blouse. I don’t know if the walkers had seen anything of our hot game.

Mistress Jessica licked her fingers to taste her slave’s juices and I did the same.

“Hmmm. Tasty. I think that made me hungry now. What about some good, hot lunch, my tow slaves,” she asked with a sexy smile and expressed the word “hot” specially.

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