Love Story Pt. 01

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Lauren was told to get there precisely at two o’clock or her bath would get cold, which would be no fun. She arrived with wet panties and a rapid heartbeat five minutes early. Master met her in the bedroom. As was the ritual, he slid his hands into her panties and squeezed her full young ass.

“I have wanted to feel your tight ass for weeks. Kiss me, baby.”

They shared a long, high school like kiss as he kept rubbing her bottom. His hand searched out the wetness of her shaved pussy. She was soaking wet.

“It would seem that you have missed me too.”

“More than you know, Master.”

He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. She smiled at his hard cock.

“I know how bad you want to suck my cock, being the fucktoy that you are. Get on it, slut.”

She grabbed the base of his cock and then lovingly slid her mouth down as far as it would go. Nothing in her world tasted as good as her Master. She felt the wetness of her arousal oozing out onto her pink panties. The velvety hardness of his cock in her mouth was so erotic, so hot. She felt that one day she could cum simply from sucking him. She looked up at him with a mouth full of cock. He smiled and grabbed her brown hair.

“Enough for now; your bath will get cold. Get undressed and crawl to the tub.”

She had been a little taken back when she had first read about crawling in front of a man, at his command, but now it turned her on. And she knew that watching her was a huge turn-on for Master. Once she did it without him asking and it got her fucked on the carpet. She crawled into the warm, bubbly water, excited about him bathing her. She loved being pampered by her Master. Everything he did excited her.

“It’s so nice to see you naked again. I think we’ll order pizza so I can keep you naked until tomorrow when we go to breakfast. Spread you legs for me.”

The soft sea sponge felt good on her bare pussy.

“Now get on your hands and knees. Damn, I love your ass. I love cleaning it, licking it, spanking it, and most of all fucking it.”

“It loves you back, Master.”

She moaned as the soapy finger entered her tight little naughty hole. She had become quite the anal slut. Begging for it on her last visit. He pulled his finger out and rubbed the soapy sponge up and down her crack.

“There, nice and clean now. Rinse yourself off and then crawl to bed, and I’ll let you finish what you göztepe escort started. I need to be serviced first if I’m going to lick you for an hour.”

“Anything you want, Master. I’m yours completely. For as long as you want me. I love you.”

“Then that would be forever. And I love you more,” he said with a smile.

He lay on the iron bed, smiling and thinking how lucky he was to have found the perfect slut. Maybe not perfect, but everything he wanted in a woman. He heard her crawling in. And he had taught her many things. To suck him only one way in bed…so that he had access to her cunt and ass. Almost a sixty-nine but with her legs just to the side. She loved her rules and rituals.

She was quite adept at sucking his cock. She had always been a good cock sucker but worked very hard at learning how to make her master cum. She loved his sweet cum, which would at times shoot down her throat. She loved to moan and express how turned on she was when she sucked his cock. She sucked hard, knowing he had saved a full load for her little tummy to enjoy. She felt a hand strum lightly across her pussy, making her squirm. Then a hard slap on her ass.

“That’s it, slut — just like that and I’ll cum. Don’t you dare stop. I’m almost there. Oh yes, I’m going to cum. Take it all! Oh fuck, yes, that’s so good!”

She had a hard time keeping up with his cum from those big balls, but she did. She stayed on his cock. She was not allowed to come off it without permission, nor would she want to.

“That’s enough, baby. Just cuddle with me for a bit. Give me a kiss so I can taste my sweet cum too.”

She fell asleep in his strong arms for what felt like forever but really was only about twenty minutes. She awoke when Master left the bed to browse though his toy bag. He came back with the four latigo leather restraints. He gently tightened them around her wrists and ankles. He attached them to the ropes already tied to the iron bed, spreading her wide on the bed. He took two pillows and slid them under her ass, raising her hips off the bed. He wrapped a black scarf around her eyes.

“In a minute I’m going to put earplugs in your ears so I won’t be talking to you. All I want to do is eat my pussy for my pleasure. I don’t care if you cum once or twenty times. Don’t worry about asking permission either. I see you are already soaked, but çorlu escort I’m going to take my time getting there just to make your clit ache more than it is already. I said an hour, but if I need release in your tight cunt I’ll take it. I like the blend of our juices anyway. So I might suck out creamball and share some with you. Any questions?”

“May I have the big plug in my ass, Master? I want your cock there so badly.”

“No, not right now. I will take care of that sweet ass later. You will get a finger there, though. Maybe two or three, since you are such the anal slut now. Now kiss me and tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Master.”

He rolled the earplugs and stuck them in her ears, letting them expand. Now she couldn’t see and couldn’t hear very well at all. But other senses would be heightened. She felt the bed sink as he squatted over her, pulling her head up to suck his hard cock once more. He was more than turned on and wanted to fuck her. But still he wanted to give her a good licking first. He pulled out and she smiled. She was always ready for his cock in her mouth. It truly made her happy.

She sighed as he sucked her right nipple. No one she had ever met was as good as he was at nipple play. He had an intuitive nature and just seemed to know what a woman would like. Of course, different women want different things, but he just seemed to know. He was amazing. Her little clit was pounding away and her juices were overflowing to the sheets below. He moved to the other nipple. Had she had use of her hands she would have grabbed his head and forced it to her aching cunt. She was so intensely aroused…aroused and helpless.

“Please!” she cried out.

He put a bit gag in her mouth to shut her up. She cried into the bit when she felt cold lube on her anus. His tongue traced up both pussy lips then lapped at her well of juice. She felt the skin around her clit being pulled up and away, exposing her pink throbbing clitoris. It would just take a few licks and she would cum. They both knew that. His tongue touched her clit right as his finger slid deep in her tight, anxious ass. She struggled against the ropes, cumming hard and being as loud as the bit would allow. He licked at her opening while she came, knowing her clit was too sensitive. He could tell when it was over by the contractions in her ass ceasing.

He put ümraniye escort on a medical glove and lubed up two fingers. Eased them into her ass. He started licking her clit again while his other hand pinched her nipple. He pinched it harder than usual, making her once again strain against the ropes. One orgasm only gets her started. She came harder the second time, gushing onto the sheets. He glanced at the clock. Only seven minutes had passed. She came four more times in the next twenty-three minutes. He had worked up to three fingers in her ass, opening her fully. He untied her and pulled out her earplugs.

“Turn over, slut. I’m going to fuck your tight ass until I cum. You better squeeze my cock while I fuck it or I swear to God you’ll regret not doing it.”

He rubbed the mushroom head of his cock on her little rosebud. Then slowly but firmly he filled her tight cavity.

“Reach back and touch your clit. Cum on my cock before I start to fuck you.”

His thick cock hurt a little bit, but the more she rubbed the better it felt. She soon came, screaming as hard as the bit would allow. He loved how hard her ass squeezed his cock when she came like that. Nothing else in the sexual world compares to it. He started stroking her tight little gifted ass.

“Touch it again, slut. I’m close to cumming myself. Your ass is just too good. We can cum together.”

She was now panting into the bit. He knew she’d cum on command. Just a little more fucking. He was so close.

“Cum for me, slut.”

He screamed as he came. She screamed as much as the bit would let her. She gushed all over his balls. Neither one had cum that hard before. It was insanely good…it was magical.

“I’m just going to lie here for a minute. When I pull out, crawl to the bathroom and clean your cock and balls.”

He watched her cute sexy ass roll its way to the bathroom. She got on her knees under the warm water and lathered up his cock and balls. Her little hands felt so good he hardened instantly. He felt a soapy finger twirl in his asshole.

“Cleaning my asshole…. Does that mean you want to lick it later while you rub my cock with lube?”

“Oh yes, Master! You cum so hard that way. And your ass is so fucking hot, what girl wouldn’t want to lick it?”

She took the shower massage and rinsed all the soap away. His hand tangled in her wet hair and pulled her to his cock. She deep throated it.

“Where was that cock a few minutes ago? Spit it out and tell me.”

“In my tight, hot ass Master, where it belongs.”

“Would a nice girl be sucking on it now?”

“No, I’m your naughty slut.”

“Yes, you are. It’s time for some spanking and flogging play now.”

To be continued. A never ending story of love.

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Little T and her Daddy J Ch. 06

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Chris and J sat at the kitchen table smiling. They had discussed a lot about the blossoming friendship between their littles and agreed between themselves that if the girls were ok with it, they were willing to take things to the next level. They would all have to talk things over, and set up ground rules, but they were excited to try things out.

Chris set his beer down and glanced at the stairs. “Well, what do you think? Should we bring the little ones down for lunch?”

J nodded, smiling, “Yeahhhhhhh, they’ve been pretty quiet for a while now.”

The two guys shared a grin, hearing the girls earlier, playing upstairs, they both obviously enjoyed it and that’s what prompted their chat about possibly playing together more in the future.

J said, “Well, why don’t you head up and round up the little ladies and I’ll tidy up and get lunch together?”

Chris nodded and said, “Are you sure you’re OK with having us? I don’t want to impose?”

J waved him off and replied “of course! Of course! Go! You’re not imposing at all, we’d love to have you!”

Chris grinned, and said “Alright! I’m going!” And he made his way up the stairs. When he got to the bedroom, the door stood wide open and he paused.

The two girls were a tangle of naked limbs, the blanket kicked to the bottom of the bed. Chris felt his jeans get a little tighter, and he watched for a couple minutes. The girls were wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleeping soundly. His eyes drifted from their mussed hair to their softly rising and lowering breasts and down to their intwined legs, their bruised bottoms, and the shaved spots between their legs peeking out.

Chris sighed with a smile, adjusted his pants, and crept into the room. He knelt and tuzla escort tucked a lock of hair behind Sara’s ear and whispered “hey there baby girl. Time to get up.” He reached over and stroked T’s hair “Come on princess, you too.”

The girls stirred, and T yawned and stretched. Chris’s eyebrows lifted as T’s naked body did wonderful things as she stretched out her stiff muscles.

Sara mumbled and cuddled into the pillow, “Just 5 more minutes Daddy…” I

Chris chuckled and softly patted her bum, “Sorry hun, you gotta get up. We’re all going to have a little lunch and then we all need to have a talk.”

Both girls eyes snapped open with worry and Chris giggled. “No, not that kind of talk, your bottoms are safe for now. We’re going to have a happy talk. I’ll let you both get up and get dressed and go help J with lunch.” He kissed Sara on the forehead and winked at T who blushed from head to toe after remembering that she was completely naked.

When they heard him on the stairs T groaned and cuddled into Sara whispering, “I forgot I was naked! Your Daddy saw EVERYTHING!”

Sara giggled. “Well, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, and your Daddy got to see me earlier, fair’s fair.”

They both cuddled for a minute and then slowly got dressed. They both opted to go without panties, their bottoms reminding them of the events that transpired earlier.

Ten minutes later, the two girls padded sleepily down the stairs and into the kitchen together, hand in hand. They both said at the exact same time “Hi Daddy!” and looked at each other and giggled and made their way to the kitchen table. Two place settings were plastic Disney Princess plates, bowls, and pendik escort cutlery and they both had a sippy cup beside them. The two guys sat at the other place settings and they all dug into the lunch of grilled cheese, tomato soup, and chocolate milk. The guys asked about their nap and if they enjoyed lunch. When they finished eating and cleaned up, they all made their way to the living room. J and Chris sat on the couch and the two girls sat together on the love seat.

There was a bit of an awkward silence and J finally broke the quiet and said, “So, today turned out a little bit different than any of us expected, but both Chris and I agreed that we all had a good time.” He looked around the room and everyone nodded so he continued.

“Chris and I discussed it and we both like the fact that you two girls have someone to play with. We also decided that we’d like to all play together sometimes and we wanted to make sure you girls were comfortable with that. We’ll all take things slowly, but we think after we set some ground rules that it could be fun to have a relationship together.”

The girls both blushed and looked at each other but they were smiling and they both nodded yes at the same time.

After the initial nervousness, the rest of the conversation went well. They all agreed that as long as everyone knew beforehand, and there was no getting together without the rest of the group knowing, I that all four people would be considered welcome play partners with eachother. The girls would always defer to their own Daddy for rules, but if they were at each other’s home, house rules applied. They all discussed the rules of each home, and surprisingly they were almost maltepe escort identical. The only differences were small, such as the bra rule that J and T had, etc. The girls agreed that they would follow the rules of the house and that broken rules would be dealt with as each Daddy saw fit. As their afternoon came to a close, everyone got more comfortable with everything and it came time to say goodbye.

Sara came up to T and hugged her goodbye and gave her a long kiss on the lips and she hugged J. Chris shook J’s hand and kissed T on the forehead and hugged her.

The house felt surprisingly empty to T once she was alone with her Daddy. She kissed him deeply and thanked him for the whole day. He growled into her kiss and carried her to the bedroom.

She giggled the whole way up the stairs.

Back at Chris and Sara’s, Sara showed her appreciation another way. As soon as they had entered the house she dropped to her knees. Chris barely had time to close the door behind him before Sara had his jeans down, her dress pulled down freeing her heavy breasts, and his cock in her mouth. It took only seconds for him to be rock hard again and then only a few minutes of his little girl gagging on him for him to be grunting and thrusting into her mouth. Sara felt her Daddy start tensing up and his thrusts were becoming erratic so she reached up behind him and grabbed his ass and pulled him towards her, forcing herself to take his cock as deep as she could. As her tongue sloppily rubbed the underside of his cock she felt him grab a fistful of her hair and he groaned. She felt his ass tense up and his cock started pulsing his warm sticky cum into her throat. Sara gulped and swallowing as fast as she could and then tore his cock from her mouth with a deep gasping breath. Kneeling down before him, her chest heaving as she panted, she beamed a huge, drooly smile up at him, some of his unswallowed cum stuck to her lips and chin. “Thank you Daddy!” Sara slowly got up, fixed her dress, wiped her mouth and looked at Chris.

Chris smiled and they made their way into the house.

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Lisa’s Fall Ch. 02

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* Warning, this story contains extreme elements and some mild incest-themes, just like the first. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest finding a different story to read. Feedback is welcomed as always. This chapter is more of a transitional part of the story. The insanity factor might kick up a notch in later chapters. Who knows how deep the rabbit-hole really goes?*

*Also, English is not my first language. If you spot poor grammar or spelling, please let me know. Always looking to improve 🙂 *

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When she heard Eric call out her name, Lisa wanted to run. Out of the door, onto the street, as far away as she could. But she didn’t. As though in a dream, she’d lost control of her body and slowly walked into the living room. Her mother stared at her in shock,.

“Lisa! How -” she started with terror in her voice, before Eric cut her off.

“She has been there the entire time. I heard someone come in. And you had several missed calls from her.”

He turned to Lisa and feigned a polite smile.

“Lisa, how nice of you to drop by.”

“What the fuck is going on here?” Lisa blurted out.

Her mother stepped towards Lisa, who leapt back in disgust. The idea of touching her mother right now revolted her.

“I can explain, ” her mother began.

“I don’t even want to know!” she shouted, “This is too weird!”

Her head still spinning, she walked out of the living-room and ran off to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Lying on her bed, the entire scene kept playing in front of her eyes, causing strange and conflicting emotions inside of her. When she first started thinking about sex all those years ago, she visited porn-sites on her parents computer. When her mother caught her, she got grounded for a week and lost access to the computer for three more. Sex was not important, her mother once told her. It’s something you have to do to keep a man happy, but no more then that. Education, career, marriage, children, that’s what is important in life. Had it all been a lie? It felt like everything Lisa believed in was falling apart, like a puzzle sliding off a table into a thousands little pieces.

There was a knock on the door; Lisa didn’t respond. The door opened and her mother walked in. She looked more like the woman Lisa grew up with, now that she cleaned her face and wore a modest bathrobe that covered most her body. She sat down in the chair next to Lisa’s bed.

“Look, Lisa,” she said, trying to sound motherly, “What you just saw…”

“Why would you let someone do that to you?” Lisa blurted out

“Eric is a good man in many ways, Lisa. He is successful, attractive and generous. There are a lot of women fighting for his attention. And sometimes – “

Her mother paused for a second, “Sometimes you have to do things to keep a man happy.”

“But why? Why do you need him?” Lisa said, “You did fine on your own for all those years!”

Something spread over her mothers face, like a shadow. Lisa realised she looked more ashamed now then right after Lisa caught her.

“You’re father…..” her mother started, “He left me some money of course,but last year I made some bad decisions with my investments. I thought I knew what I was doing, but…I guess I didn’t. I’m in a lot of debt, Lisa. And without Eric I’d lose everything: The house, the car…I’d have nothing left, Lisa!”

“But what about your job?”

“The department had to make cuts last year. They reorganized and I lost my job. I’m…I’m sorry, Lisa..”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Lisa yelled

“I wanted to, but I was ashamed. I always wanted to set a good example for you, and then I made such a mess of my own life.”

Her mother seemed on the verge of tears, but Lisa couldn’t get herself to feel any sympathy. So many lies,

“So you let him…use you like that?” she said, not bothering to hide her contempt.

“It’s…it’s not all bad. You are still young, Lisa. There is a lot about sex you don’t understand.”

It was the straw that broke Lisa’s back. Her mother trying to lecture her on sex, right after what she’d just done? It was too much. Lisa jumped up from the bed and felt furious.

“Don’t talk to me like that any more!” she screamed, “I’m not a child any more! You have no right to talk to me like that!”

“Lisa….”

“Just…just get out!” Lisa shouted, “Just fuck off!”

Her mother looked shocked; it was the first time Lisa had ever resisted her, ever dared to talk back. Lisa half expected her mother to snap and school her like she had done so many times over the years, but it didn’t happen. Instead her mother stared to the ground as she slowly got up and left.

Lisa spent another hour in her room, her mind racing going and going over all the things she found out today . Slowly the strong emotions calmed down . Maybe she had overreacted. Maybe her mother wasn’t completely in the wrong here. What did she really know about adult life anyway? She’d never been in debt, never owned a house, never şişli escort lost her husband, never had a long-time relationship. She was after all, barely out of her teens.

She left her room, unsure what to do next, but she owed it to her mother, to at least try and understand. When she returned to the living-room Eric was sitting on the sofa and her mother was nowhere to be soon.. He smiled as she walked in and looked up and down her body, like he had done so many times before.

“Where is mum?” Lisa asked, trying to avoid his gaze.

“She is her bedroom,” Eric replied, “I wanted to talk to you alone for a while. Have a seat.”

Lisa sat down and tried her best to calm and serious.

“I know you must be shocked by what you saw,” Eric said, “To see your mother engage in those acts…and you must think I’m some horrible person for doing that to her.”

He smiled faintly at her. Lisa was unsure how to respond and said nothing.

“So what did kind of story did she tell you? That she does it to keep me happy?”

He laughed at his own words.

“Let me explain a few things to you, Lisa,” Eric continued, “Your mother is a twisted person. She was raised in a very strict Protestant home, in a culture of intense shame and fear of everything physical. And you might not know it, but your mother has a very…active mind when it comes to sex,” he said, “And when that was repressed, it mutated and went to dark places. As much as she hates this kind of treatment, a part of her likes it; needs it to get off.”

He paused for a moment and licked his lips.

“As far as why I like it: it’s a different story. You see, life has been good to me,” he said, an arrogant smile playing on his lips, “I’ve been blessed in many ways. Sex and women have always come easy for me. I’ve been with a lot of them, one even more beautiful then the next.”

Lisa didn’t doubt him for a moment. Even though she felt uncomfortable around him, he was attractive: a successful man, in control of the world around him. There was something about him that made it hard to stop listening whenever he spoke.

“Eventually I got bored with it,” he continued, “Sex was still pleasurable, but no longer did it capture me completely; the real hunger was gone. Then over the last years, I have started to explore the darker side of sexuality and found it very much to my liking. Perversion is like a drug in a way, Lisa: once you get a taste of it, you just want more.”

Lisa couldn’t believe the things coming out of his mouth; the way he talked about her mother, about sex, about..things that should not be said.

“How’s your own sex life, Lisa?” Eric suddenly asked.

Lisa was taken off-guard by the change of subject. There had been men in her life over the years, but sex had never been very pleasurable for her. It was just part of being a girlfriend. The truth was she was twenty-one and already bored with sex.

“Your face betrays you, Lisa,” Eric said, smiling , “Disappointed with what you found so far? It’s not that strange. Most people are unhappy with their sex-life, these days”

Lisa didn’t respond. She knew she didn’t have to; it felt like she was an open book to him.

“So how did you like your first glimpse into perversion?” he asked, “I think part of you liked it. You could have ran away, you know? You could have ran in and stopped it. But you didn’t: you just stood there and watched.”

Lisa remembered the strange trance that came over her, forgetting all about the world around her: her studies, her upcoming exams, her future career, her unpaid bills. All of it was simply washed away by the sexual depravity she witnessed.

“I don’t think you are quite like your mother, Lisa. You are not quite as twisted, but your mother definitely repressed part of you. Eventually, it will start coming back and look for a release.

Lisa said nothing. There was truth in Eric’s words, but she wasn’t sure she liked the implications.

“Did you know she actually found me?” he continued, “We didn’t just start dating, you know? She actually found me online and approached me. She said she was looking for a dominant man, to feed her darker fantasies, which I was more then happy to do. It’s rare to meet a woman that is such a mix of conflicting emotions. Makes it more interesting to push her limits, because half of her wants nothing more then to stop, while the other half just wants more.”

“And I’m not exactly the first she approached. This has been going for a long time,” he said, “Even back when your father was still alive.”

The words hit Lisa like a fist in her stomach. The idea of her mother cruising the web looking for sex — perverted sex at that — was enough to make her dizzy. But the idea of her mother cheating! Her father, her sweet father!

She felt her face turn red, her breathing was ragged and her hands were shaking. It couldn’t be true!

Eric seemed to get a mild amusement out of the reaction tuzla escort his words were having on her.

“I know it must be a hard pill to swallow, Lisa, but your mother has been lying to you and everyone for a very long time. But I happen to have my ways of getting the truth out of women.”

Then he smiled at her and for a moment Lisa felt like she was in the presence of the devil himself.

“Do you want to see how?” he asked, “I have more plans for your mother tonight. She has been getting sloppy lately, so it’s about time for an attitude adjustment. I told her to get dressed properly this time. So Lisa…do you want to see your mother get punished?”

Part of Lisa was still shocked by all that Eric had told her. Part of her wanted to run away, back to her college life which suddenly seemed so straightforward and simple. Then a part of her wanted to see her mother, her lying cheating control-freak of a mother, get punished. Lisa didn’t say anything.

Taking her silence for agreement, Eric got up and walked out of the room. Seconds later he was banging his fist on her mother’s door.

“Why on earth aren’t you dressed yet?” he barked, “I told you thirty minutes ago!”

There was no answer and Lisa heard the bedroom-door fly open

“This is your last chance, Michelle. You are already in for some serious trouble. If I have to tell you again, things are going to get real nasty. So get dressed and get your ass out here!”

“She will be here shortly,” he said to Lisa, as he walked back in and sat back down. He was right: several minutes later, Lisa watched her mother walk back into the living room.

Part of her looked like the woman she remembered. She wore a expensive, blue dress that almost reached her knees and that accentuated her womanly features. Her long hair hung loose and her make-up was subtle. But it wasn’t entirely her old mother. Lisa could see her mother didn’t wear a bra, causing her full breasts to move around with every step she took. On her feet were black stiletto heels, the kind of shoes Lisa had only ever seen before in porn.

Then her mother’s eyes fell on Lisa and her face froze.

“She is going to watch again,” Eric informed her, before she could say a word, “It’s about time this family learns some honesty.”

He laughed at his own words. Her mother’s face was cold as ice when she stared at Lisa. Lisa shot her a faint smile and said nothing. Then her mother turned to Eric.

“Eric, please! Please….” she begged.

They stared at each other for several seconds, before Lisa could see her mother break and look away

“Take off your panties,” Eric told her, “I guess that mouth of yours can’t be trusted yet.”

Lisa watched in silence as her mother fumbled under her dress and pulled down her panties: a white see-through thong.

Eric took them from her hands.

“Open,” he ordered.

He pressed the thong into her mouth, then slapped her face.

“This isn’t going to work, Michelle,” he told her, ” They are too small to shut you up. You really shouldn’t dress like such a whore, Michelle. What kind of example are you setting to your child?”

Eric grabbed a roll of black tape from a drawer. With trained movements, he quickly taped off her mouth, then pulled her arms behind her back and secured them in place.

He pressed her to her knees, in front of the couch, then pressed her head into the fabric. Lisa felt herself drawn back in the trance she had experienced earlier that night. For a moment, she recalled Eric’s words: perversion is like a drug. He had been right: she wanted to see the depravity again. And part of her wanted him to be even rougher with her mother this time.

“First, you are going to pay the price for your behaviour earlier,” Eric said, ” Then we will see if you can finally tell your daughter the truth about yourself. Do we understand each other?”

It was a thing, long, wooden cane.

“Never seen one before?” he asked Lisa.

She shook her head.

“Then watch and learn. And don’t worry; she secretly likes it.”

He pushed up her mother’s dress, exposing her bare ass and with the flick of his wrist, he made the cane come down on defenceless flesh . The impact product a stinging sound that filled the room and made Lisa’s eyes twitch. Her mother yelped as the strike left a thin red mark on her ass.

“This is just punishment for your terrible behaviour earlier,” Eric commented.

The cane came down again, this time harder; another muffled scream.

“We will get to questioning later.”

Lisa watched as Eric continued his barrage of strokes. Occasionally, he would pause for a few seconds or lightly tap her ass with the cane. Lisa could only imagine the pain Eric’s barrage was causing her mother. After every stroke, muffled sounds came from her mouth, but they weren’t quite what Lisa had expected. They weren’t just from the pain; there was something else there. In between the cries pendik escort were little moans of pleasure.

Eric lifted her mother’s head from the couch, allowing Lisa to see her eyes. There was shame and humiliation, but in the background they were twitching with excitement. Lisa realised Eric was right: part her mother actually enjoyed this kind of treatment.

By now the red marks were spread all over her skin in a sadistic pattern and Eric seemed content with the results of his effort.

“That should do it for now,” he said, half to himself. He pulled Lisa’s mother up by her hair and put his face close to hears.

“Earlier today, I did promise to make you cum, didn’t I?”

There was the slightest nod of agreement.

“Now you really haven’t earned it, Michelle, but you will get a chance to make up for it. I want you to tell your daughter the truth: about what you are, about what you have been doing all your life. If you do so, I might just let you cum. If not, I will take the cane for another round until you comply.”

He pushed her back onto the couch, face up, then yanked the tape of her mouth in one quick motion. Her mother spat out the panties and coughed.

“Spread your legs, slut” Eric ordered and she quickly obeyed.

For the first time, Lisa got a full look at her mother’s pussy. It was…bigger then she had expected. But then again, the woman had given birth to three children. Then Lisa noticed something else: her mother was getting wet. Then seconds later, she realised: so was she.

Eric slowly took the belt out of his pants and doubled it over. He slapped his own palm a few times and smiled. Then, without warning, he swung the belt through the air made the end of the leather strap come down between legs of the woman in front of him. The sound of the impact made Lisa twitch. Her mother screamed, this time a scream of pure pain. Right after, Eric slid two fingers into her pussy. They went in without any resistance and Eric slowly moved them in and out. Almost immediately, Lisa could see her mother’s breathing intensify.

“You like this, don’t you Michelle?” Eric asked.

There was no response, her lips pressed together as she tried to maintain some form of control. Eric made her regret it as he pulled his hand away and made the belt come down again, three times in rapid succession. More screams.

“I’ll ask you again,” he repeated, “Do you like to be treated this way?”

“Y-yes…” she . Eric rewarded her, by inserting his fingers again and slowly

Lisa watched mystified at the way his fingers did their work. Eric seemed to know exactly what he was doing, where to touch, when to increase his pace, when to slow down. She felt herself getting flustered. Up until this point, this kind of pleasure never existed in her world. And now that it was there, right in front of her eyes, she realised she wanted part of it.

“You like this and have from a very young age,” Eric continued, calm and matter-of-factly, “It just builds up and up, until it needs a release. It’s the only way you get off, isn’t that right, Michelle?”

“Yes….” she muttered in response.

“You looked me up online, to play these kind of games with you. And I’m not exactly the first either.”

A short hesitation, followed by several more blows of the belt.Lisa watched on in amazement as her mother’s pussy was turning bright red. It didn’t seem to stop her from enjoying Eric’s fingers though.

“Yes…,” her mother finally said, her face a strange mixture of conflicting emotions.

“And you cheated on Lisa’s father when he was still alive. And he found out, didn’t he?”

Lisa saw her mother hesitate again. Eric immediately made her regret it and the belt came down several times more.

“Yes…yes….I did…,” her mother said, averting her eyes from Lisa.

Something snapped inside Lisa and her mind was flooded with anger. How could she do this to dad? The bitch! The fucking bitch!

Eric, in the mean time, was continuing to work his fingers over her mother’s pussy, as though nothing had happened. He was going faster, his thumb rubbing over her clit. Lisa could see her mother was getting close, her neck arching, her eyes rolling back inside her skull.

“Just a little more, right Michelle? You want to come?” Eric said, as his pace slowed down.

“Yes!,” she shouted, “Oh yes, please!”

Suddenly, Eric stopped and turned to Lisa.

“Should I let her come?” he asked her.

Lisa knew what he was doing. He was trying to draw her into the perverted games he was playing with her mother and make her part of it. Yet she didn’t care; she felt something else now, something born from the anger. For the first time in her life, she felt power over another human being. And not just anyone, but her mother who had controlled every aspect of her life for so many years and tried to form her into something she wasn’t capable of being herself.

“No,” Lisa said and found herself smiling. She looked at her mother, who pressed her lips together and shot her a look of hopelessness, before her eyes turned away.

“You heard her,” Eric said and gave her pussy a final slap with the leather, “No orgasm for you tonight. But just because you are not getting off, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

He dropped his pants, revealing his massive erection.

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Lightning

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I knock at your door it’s a cloudy but warm day. You answer wearing a zipped jumper and a pair of tight jeans. Has you say good bye to your parents you fall off the step and kiss me. We walk hand in hand. Towards a wood, its just a nice place to go when it could rain due to there being cover. We walk for about 10 minutes, then you notice a small hut all covered in moss, barely visible. You drag me over to it.

“What do you think this hut is for” she said looking round it, the roof was sheet steel all rusted from its time outside the walls were wooden and looked like they had began to rot. There isn’t a window only a door that slides awkwardly on its roller. You turned the corner you see the door “I wonder if it opens.” She grabbed me close and threw me at the door like there could be a wolf or something inside. “you open it, it might be stiff.”

I open the door, it sung with a good grating noise. The inside of the hut was clean, not a leaf or anything, just an old solid wooden floor and a couple of chairs. “you complete; wuss” there is nothing in here” has I said that there was a crack of lighting overhead. Terror stricken you jump and hug me and squeeze really tight. “How about we stay in this hut until the storm passes.” You nod.

The storm gets worse has we sit on my coat and with ever flash of light we see threw the thin gap between the roof and the walls, then the rattle on the steel roof. You hug me closer and closer. The rain begins to fall on the roof making a drumming noise, I find it so musical but I find the way you jump maltepe escort into me, And rub your boobs on my chest so sexy. I have a bulge growing but, my tight jeans cover it. When the next lighting flash comes I kiss you has you hold me tight. I don’t let you go and you don’t let me has our kisses get more passionately and your hands wonder to feel my arse. I kiss you following, your chin down to your neck till my mouth hits your zipper, then I kiss your neck once more sending a jolt threw you, I bite the zipper and lean you back with my hand behind you so your zipper gets to your stomach. You sense what I am about to do and move the jacket back to show you unrestricted boobs and there hardening nipples has the cold hits them. You groan quietly. On the wall in this hut are some loops, I place your hands into them and then tie them with the neck scarf I am wearing. Just after I did another round of lighting started.

You sit there with your jacket hanging off your shoulder with your firm boobs hardening in the cold. I let them harden has I rubbing your thigh. When I think they have hit the hardest they are going to, I lean in close French kissing you, I walk my hands up your hot body and gently begin to fondle them. You moan loudly has I rub the nipples and squeeze them. “Use your mouth master….. Your hands are freezing….please.” I don’t do has I am told because I am your master and you are my slave. I keep rubbing your nipples with my frozen finger. I pull your legs towards me and manavgat escort wrap them around me so you are sat on to off my hard member but we both still have trousers on. You groan has my hard lump in my trousers rubs on your soaked pussy. I now slowly move my head down your body and I gently lick my way down your boob until I find the nipple, the hot cold sensation sends a jolt threw your whole body. I lower my tongue to just above your nipple and do rings around them both taking care to never touch the bullet hard nipples. “stop ummmm teasing me ohhhww” this time I do has you say and lock my hot mouth round your freezing nipple. You push down on my hard cock causing me pain while you try to get any stimulation you can. I swap nipples but leave some spit on your nipple and then with one movement I blow cold air out of my noise on to it causing your back to arch. I repeat this 5 times. All the time my hands are getting colder and colder.

You are wanting me so bad by now but the worst was yet to come. I pull myself from you and pull down your trousers. When I look down I see that you are wearing a thong. “I didn’t think you liked wearing one of these” I said this so close to her pussy, that she could feel me breathing on her soaked panties.

“I don’t but I no you always said about me wearing one so I thought what the hell”

“I like it, shame its all wet” I said smirking “I might have to…. remove it” I did so along with her shoes and her trouser so she was completely naked şişli escort in the cold damp air. Has I removed her thong I felt the warmth; I let it warm the air. I left her there cooling down while I kissed her and then I put 1 frozen cold finger straight to her lovely and warm clit this caused her to spasm and shriek. I sat at her side rubbing her clit her groans getting louder and louder. When I thought she was close to the edge I slide my other hand that was equally has cold into her depths. This threw her over the edge. She writhed and shouted has she covered my hand and my jacket in warm cum.

She sat there still twitching, has I placed my cum soaked finger to her mouth. She got what I wanted her to do and she licked herself off them with the most flirting face you have ever seen. Just has she licked the last of it off my finger I kissed my way down her cold body I got to her belly button and began to lick it, and explore it . The next flash of lighting and has you were not thinking I lowered my head and got my mouth around your clit. You instantly begin to groan very loudly with ever lick and suck. You try to wiggle and get my head to lower to your depth but instead I get my cock out and rub it over your face and you try so hard to suck it but I don’t let you and I lift your legs and enter you slowly has I rub your clit with a finger. The next strike of lighting and I thrust deep has your pussy spasms I start by going has slow has I can until the next strike of lighting then my pace increases I keep the pace going rubbing your nipples and clit till you a nearing the edge again and so am I. I slow keeping you so close you can feel it and with the next lighting burst I thrust so deep and fast that you and I cum together you screaming my name and your pussy spasm. I leave you still tied up until you calm down a bit and I re dress you but now you have my head scarf has a pair of pants.

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Lessons in Kink Ch. 01

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The day started like any other day of play for Master and I. Master had me in this workshop type place with a few blankets on the floors and some drop cloths over some of the stuff one would usually find in a work shop. Hanging along the wall of the workshop on temporary hooks there were all sorts of paddles, whips, floggers, both the kind you would buy and the kind that you could fashion from stuff laying around the house.

As soon as I got a good look around at what was in the workshop, Master blindfolded me. “I know you will make Me proud, little one, we have a friend who would like to see how a slave comes alive under the lash. I will keep you blindfolded, so you will not know which friend when he takes up the lash against your skin. Do you understand My pet?”

“Yes, Master, I do. I will make You proud.”

“you always do.” I heard Master take a seat somewhere and felt a tug on the leash that was attached to my collar. As I took my spot besides His feet, someone else entered the building. He spoke, but in hushed tones, I guess to disguise his voice from me. I felt myself being moved over Master’s knee and He spoke aloud, “First, a few to warm you up, My little one.”

And with each strike by Master, I counted them off, for a total of 10 with His bare, open hand. “Stand, slave.” Being on my best behavior as to not embarrass Master, I did as told. When I heard a snap of Master’s fingers, I dropped to my knees in a position that presents my entire body to His view. I felt someone reach out and stroke my hair and Master say, “such a good girl. Choose a tool you would like to see her experience. She enjoys them all…… Ahhh, a good choice. (some mumbling from our guest) No, it’s not too harsh to begin with for her. For some, yes, but not for her. Isn’t that right, My little pain slut? Nothing here is too harsh for you, is it?”

“No, Master, it is not. Anything You would like me to take, I will gladly do so. Master, You know I love feeling the sting of Your lash. Master, may I make a request?”

“In this case, I will consider a request if it will show our friend here how a good slave reacts to the sting.”

“Master, if our friend would like to see my backside lashed, may I be bound, stretched to my full length, please, Master?”

At this point I was practically begging to be bound to the wall. Being stretched with my hands above my head is one of my favorite positions for a whipping. Master and His guest lift me up and attach my wrists above my head to a rope hanging erzurum escort from the ceiling. I try to turn to nuzzle Master’s neck while He does this, but turn the wrong way and nuzzle the guest’s neck instead, which causes him to slap my backside once and a moan escapes from my lips.

They both step back and I feel the ends of a multi tail whip graze my body, teasing me, and then it comes…the first lash of the whip. The many individual ends of the leather strap land on my backside and upper thighs, and I moan as I feel the sting. Two more strikes land and then the confidence in the use of the whip changes. I can tell from the way the strikes are landing that it is not Master issuing the whipping.

“There is no better girl to learn to wield the whip on then her. She will react to the lash and encourage you as you go. Even I am amazed at times how much she can take.”

I moan as Master’s guest becomes more comfortable with the whip, leaving light welts along my thighs and backside.

I suddenly feel a sharp sting across my chest and realize Master has taken up the switch and was using it on my front. I shiver from the sensation. It has been a long time since I have been lashed by two people at once. Two quick lashes land on each breast while Master’s guest changes tools. I hear some more mumbling from him and Master tells him the tool he has chosen is ok. I hear a whoosh as it sails through the air and lands on my ass. A loud groan escapes as I quickly recognize the feel of the belt’s sting against my skin.

Master has switched tools as well, attacking my chest with two floggers, one on each breast. I moaned while trying to lean into each whip, causing the belt to land on the trace of pussy lips between my spread legs and the floggers to score direct hits on my nipples. Master leaned in to kiss me deeply and returned the floggers to the wall.

“She is yours to experiment with. Any tool may be used on any part of her pliant body. She knows her rules and what may and may not be done by her. Do not remove her blind fold, though. Slave, do you understand and agree?”

“Yes, Master, I do. Master, while You are not here, what shall I call Your guest?”

“You will simply call him Sir, slut. Any more questions?”

“No, Master.” I moan on the end of my statement and hear Master walk away from me, but still sense Him in the building, perhaps sitting somewhere behind me, ever watchful and ever protective.

The eskişehir escort deluge of different whips and paddles continues. Next up is a long paddle being used on my breasts. I can feel the hole at the end of the paddle as the edges make contact with the tender skin. After a few tentative strokes, Master’s guest is gaining confidence with his placement of the blows. He experiments with the strength of each one, the hole in the paddle circling my stiff nipple.

The riding crop begins its attack on my upper thighs. Sharp stings elicit deep, guttural moans from my throat, as the guest finds a rhythm he is comfortable with. An occasional strike lands on my lips, I am unsure if it is an intentional strike or an accidental miscalculation of angle, the guest enjoys my reaction to the sting and adds a few more.

Master must have told His guest that I will kiss any tool that is used against my most personal areas because he was in front of me, presenting the crop’s leather end to my lips for adoration. I kiss it as expected.

Next up was the hard paddle. I felt the rope being loosened from my wrists and I was given a moment to relax my muscles before the silent guest retied me so I was bent over a work bench, my ankles bound to either back leg and my wrists to the front legs. A stool was placed by my head with a pillow on top of it for me to place my head on it. My breasts were laid out on either side of the bench, hanging down. I counted ten strikes with the table tennis racket style paddle before I lost count. I cried out with pleasure and arousal each time the paddle landed. The strikes were gaining aim, landing exactly where the guest wanted them to. The force and power behind each strike was alternated, as if testing my reaction to the power of the blows. He even experimented with using the paddle against my breast, slamming it between the bench and the paddle.

The belt returned, but this time it was doubled in his hand. I screamed out when the first strike hits the mark. “Beat me, Sir…Please… Allow me to show you how a true slut takes a beating. (WHACK) Mmmm.” His confidence grows when I beg to be beaten. He switches to the flogger and lets the tiny elastic threads work their magic.

Strikes land on my exposed and bruised ass, the ends of the strands wrapping around to my side slightly. He tests his abilities a little and lets the flogger strike my back. I hear rustling behind me and he is suddenly gaziantep escort using two, one in each hand. Master must have handed the second one to him. First one strikes my ass then the other, the same pattern repeated on my breasts. Welts begin to form where the ends of the whips strike.

Master’s guest stops every so often to look at the bright red stripes on my skin, watching as a few welts form. I feel something soft on the welts forming on my chest. A feather I did not see when I walked in is being used to tickle the marks, gingerly at first, then with more confidence.

The switch has returned and a pattern of welts in rough X’s are added to my ass and thighs. The switch is applied to my pussy lips also. I moan and groan more, trying to refrain from the inevitable peak Master’s rules have forbidden me from reaching. I can still sense Him in the building and I do not want to disobey Him or embarrass Him.

Suddenly, I feel Master come up in front of me and slap my cheek with His open palm. I scream, causing our guest to stop. When he realized that the scream was a good one, though, he continues. He gingerly brushes his fingers along some of the welts that were created. I stiffen at the feel of his fingers on them but relax as I realize he was trying to be gentle and trying to learn from the experience.

I can’t help it and a sharp intake of breath escapes from me as his fingers stop on one of the deeper welts. I groan and whimper as he explores them. Because of my reaction, he discontinues his exploration of the results of his handiwork.

“Just a moment and you will be able to look at her welts and markings all you like and she will not feel a thing.” I moan as Master says this, because I know what is going to happen next. “Slave, show our guest how much of a pain loving slut you really are. Cum for us, My pet.” That was all I needed to hear. Instinct and submission took over and I let go.

I panted, moaned, screamed, and groaned as my release took over me. For a full ten minutes, Master allows me to peak. I am a quivering, shaking mess of flesh, welts, sweat and moisture when Master finally whispers in my ear, “Good girl, My pet. You may stop now.” While Master strokes my hair and removes the binding on my wrists and ankles I collapse onto the floor.

In my haze, our guest examines my welts and marvels to Master that I wore them well. I smile as that is the highest compliment I can receive after a whipping. The last thing I remember about the night is Master’s arms surrounding me as I drift off to sleep, shaking from the experience, Master comforting me.

I smile in sleep, hoping I have made Master proud, loving the feeling of the welts and bruises. I have a funny feeling our guest will return for more lessons in kink, but until then, I hope he can take the lessons from tonight and enjoy himself soon.

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Learning Curve

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Chapter 1

“Time is up.”

Shyla exhaled. It felt like a breath she’d been holding for the entire hour. Half. At best, she thought.

“Pencils down, please hand in your exams.”

This was not going well. She knew she was having trouble with the class, and she’d tried just about everything she could think of to do better. She’d tried the myriad items of advice her friends had offered too.

Her hand shook as she delivered the exam into the professor’s hands. They made eye contact. She broke the eye contact, feeling ashamed to look at him. Why? It’s just an exam, she told herself, it doesn’t make me any less of a person. She forced herself to resume the eye contact. The professor smiled slightly, trying to offer some compassion. It didn’t matter how he looked at her, her problem was on the paper, not in the eye contact. She broke away again, and walked out.

Chapter 2

Shyla was a blond girl, 20 years old, and a college sophomore. She was a little tall for a girl, at about 5′ 8″, and slim. Her family had paid for her to come to the college, not a particularly wealthy family but hard working. She was the eldest of her 3 siblings, and felt a particular obligation to succeed in school to set a good example for them to follow as they entered into their adult lives. She had confessed her academic difficulties to her next eldest sibling, Jacob, who was trying to offer her advice on the phone.

Shyla sat at her desk, listening patiently.

“Yeah, Jacob.”

“Yeah.”

“I know… I’ve already tried that.”

“Yeah, I will give that a try.”

They said a few more pleasantries and then her call was done.

Shyla looked down at her desk. A few scrawled notes and numbers conveyed her situation well. She’d analyzed her predicament. She was doing poorly in 2 classes, and one, College Algebra, was looking like failure. She needed to solve the problem. The previous semester she had passed all her courses, but barely. She needed a certain GPA to maintain her scholarship, to remain in school. She was doing well in her remaining 2 classes, but failing any one class would do her in.

She’d been open about her situation, at least after the initial shell shock from the first few signs of trouble. Her friends had offered her advice, good advice. She’d tried it all. Jacob’s latest advice didn’t seem much different. In fact, she’d already tried his suggestion. She was at the point where she was trying conflicting advice, attempting one thing before a different friend would convince her of something else.

Her parents were not yet aware of her predicament, only Jacob and almost all of her friends. She couldn’t afford to fail out of school. It was much, much too important to her family, her friends, and to herself. She would not accept failure, and was not going to quit looking for the solution, but she was running on empty.

For a time, the fear of her situation worsening had driven her to study harder, to dig in. But, she quickly moved past that point, such that the fear of her failing precluded her focus, her ability to study. Then, her latest exam… The fear had prevented her from even demonstrating the knowledge she had learned.

She lowered her face to her table, and began to cry again.

Chapter 3

Edan was a relatively large man of 25 years age. He had generally dark features, including black hair. He worked a 9-5 job as a surveyor, spending part of his days outside, the rest in an office working on drawings, calculations, or sometimes idle.

Edan sat at the bar with his friend, Mark, who was an architect that he often interacted with in his job.

“You need to get laid.” His friend remarked.

“Yeah, I know.” He replied, unimpressed with the obvious contribution to his current state.

“Why don’t you just pick up a girl already? Or if you’re waiting for a good one, get to dating man!”

“Why is it that being single is such a bad thing?”

“Because it sucks?”

He looked over at his friend in an effort to convey his disgust along with his statement. “It sucks by itself, so why does everyone want to make it worse with comments like yours?”

“Uh. Sorry man.” Mark wasn’t being real deep tonight. Or responsive.

“What if I just wanted to be single for a while? Is that so bad?”

“Well, it hurts your credibility, you know. Girls start to wonder why you are single. You start to doubt yourself. Most people want to un-single themselves just to keep up appearances, and then they work on improving the situation after they’ve got that much.”

Finally, Mark was beginning to have some thoughts. Mark wasn’t a bad guy, and he was good for explaining his viewpoints, but Edan disagreed with him a lot. “Hmm.. Doesn’t make much sense to me. You are just constraining yourself into a relationship that you don’t care about. Finding a girl you like is hard enough without extra limitations. Plus, it’s using the other person.”

“Well, it’s pretty easy to find a girl that doesn’t mind getting düzce escort used. As long as she gets a few things she wants out of it, most of them don’t care.”

“Well, I don’t represent women as a whole, or an individual one, so I’m not going to agree or disagree with that stereotype. Good to know you have no problem making decisions for the opposite sex though.”

“It’s not a decision, just.. an observation.”

“If it affects your judgments, and it’s an ‘observation’ that you’ve made yourself, isn’t it basically a decision?”

“Hmm… Yeah well alright. But it’s an observation I have observed several times so I’m sticking with it.”

They sat quiet for a minute. They both had another sip of their beers in the relatively quiet establishment.

“Did you even come up with that yourself, or was that someone else’s observation first?”

“I came up with it!”

Sure, Edan thought. “Cattle mentality.”

“What?”

“You think like the herd.”

Mark was annoyed with his friend, but not really angry. “Screw you buddy.” He sipped some more beer.

“You know what I don’t understand?”

“What’s that?”

“People who do something dramatic with their appearances because they want to ‘express themselves’. But then they pick from the same kinds of appearance alterations as everyone around them. They’re doing nothing unique, the only thing they are expressing is that they want to fit in. And to top it off, some of the things they use to “express themselves” are dramatic. Like those giant ear piercing things that’s the fad right now.”

“Yeah, that’s absurd stuff right there. I don’t understand it either; they all just end up looking or acting the same, nothing unique or original about them.”

“And tattoos. Same thing. I hate tattoos.”

“Hey, I got a tattoo, and I didn’t do it just to repeat everyone else.”

Edan responded in a sincere tone, the sarcasm limited to just the words, “That’s true. You tend to do things with consideration — you did it to fit in with your friends.”

“Exact—hey, no I didn’t!”

Mark looked over at him, getting annoyed with his friend’s damper mood and ragging on him. He considered the rough week he knew his friend had been through, but his annoyance was rising. “What about you? You’re a bit of a hypocrite, aren’t you? It’s not like you don’t do things that fall into the ‘cattle mentality’.”

“True. I do some things to keep up with everyone else. But you know, and even though I’m gett’n after you, I think you are pretty good about this too, I try to consider what the herd wants me to do and decide for myself.”

“Well, I think we all go through that process. It’s how willing you are to part with the herd on each decision that I think makes the difference.”

“You know, even people who are supposed to part with the herd don’t do it very often. Take our job for example, we’re all supposed to be looking for ways to make things fit, or to accomplish more, make the space that we’re giving do more. We’re supposed to be original, supposed to come up with ways to do things differently, but we have our very own typical pecking order, all the usual tendencies to keep up with the guy next to us out of some silly fear.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right, it’s all about fear. A lot of our fears are small, we don’t really identify them as such. And we’d feel overwhelmed if we tried to confront every little thing, so we just let a lot of things slide and go with the flow rather than contemplate every little thing.”

Edan sat quietly pondering for a bit. “Yeah, I follow the crowd a bit too. But –” he gestured his beer towards his friend’s arm where he knew the tattoo was covered, and let a little smirk show. “– at least I’m not branded.”

“Hey hey. It’s not a branding.”

“What is that thing you got on your arm, anyway?”

“First of all, it’s on my side, not my arm. It’s tucked away, so I can cover it if I want. And, for your information, I picked exactly what I liked. I put a lot of thought into it. It’s a butterfly.”

Edan finally broke from his beer to peer over at Mark. “A butterfly?”

“Yes, a butterfly thank you. How’s that for parting from the herd?”

“You parted with the herd just to go join the cowgirls.”

“Hey hey, now the ladies love this tattoo. A real man would be impressed with my uniqueness.”

Edan laughed and lifted his beer in acknowledgement of his buddy’s manliness.

Chapter 4

“I don’t know what to do.”

Edan sipped at his cappuccino, and looked away. “Sorry Shyla, sounds like your friends have already offered plenty of advice and it isn’t helping.”

“I’m getting desperate.”

Edan sat silently a moment, thoughtful. “Desperate not to become stigma.” He said softly, speaking away from her.

Shyla wasn’t listening very carefully, she was too emotional. And she wasn’t sure that she’d heard him right, “Excuse me? I don’t know what you mean, stigma?”

“Stigma. edirne escort Something that people commonly fear or avoid doing, thinking, saying, etc.”

“I don’t follow. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh, sorry. I’ve just been in a bitter mood the last couple days. Just my strange views, nevermind.”

She paused a moment. Did she want to know? Might as well. “No, please, I’d like to hear your views.”

“You’re not afraid of being unable to perform the algebra, as is the goal of the class. You’re afraid of receiving a mark of failure which sets you apart from everybody else. Like a mark of stigma upon you.”

She wasn’t sure she liked where he was going with this. Was he comparing her to some dumb girl that just wanted to follow the pack? That she cared nothing about the class, only the grade? She felt insulted. But, she was not the type to say anything. She’d just note how rude he was and rememb—

“Not all problems are solved the same way for different people. Some problems require a very unique approach, which requires overcoming stigma.”

He was pushing it. If he was going to persist, she was going to speak up. “I know that. Are you saying that I just do what everyone does and can’t think for myself?”

“No, no I.. Sorry. I just meant.. Well, I mean all your friend’s advice isn’t working, and all their advice is what works for them, and is sort of just the typical selection of solutions to the problem you’re having. ‘Gotta study more’, as if that isn’t obvious, or, ‘take practice exams’, and ‘don’t go out on weekends’. Advice like that. I didn’t mean it as an insult, really.”

Well, he was quite apologetic, but he obviously still thought her incapable of thinking for herself. He feels bad for saying it, and he sort of explained what he meant, but he still thought it. Oh well, even this cute boy thought her an idiot. When she failed her class, everyone would know it was true.

She tapped her cup. She considered getting up and heading back to the study hall. She looked at him. He was still looking away, avoiding eye contact. He never did that. It was strange. Well, she thought, he probably just feels bad for insulting me.

She was already incensed. She had hoped to win this boy’s attention, but if this is what he thought of her, what the hell. Might as well rip the wound all the way open. “So, you think I’m too uncreative to solve this problem then? Great, bad at math and uncreative…”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” He made eye contact finally, and that confused her. There was no look of arrogance, no contempt in his eyes. She wondered if maybe she was reading him wrong after all. No, she didn’t think so, he just feels guilty for having his meaning caught more directly than he’d expected. “Ok, an example. Take Robin Hood.”

“Robin Hood?” She almost raised an eyebrow. How the hell did they get to Robin Hood?

“Yeah. He was a thief. Bigtime thief. There’s this stigma that stealing is bad. People didn’t want to steal because there was a stigma against it, and when they did steal, they felt so bad about it that they kept it secret. But in the situation he was in, at least according to the stories, he did it proudly and shared his violation with lots of people. We think of the story from the back to the front, knowing he’s the hero right away, but if you think about it from his perspective, it took a while of doing that before he went from being treated like the scum of the earth, a common, selfish, thief, to becoming a hero. He had to go against stigma, endure it, and come out ahead on the other end.”

“So… I’m too cowardly to go against the grain, and that’s why I’m failing College Algebra?” She was already moving to grab her purse, she had had enough of this. She wasn’t expecting multiple forms of scorn from her friend, this attractive guy, over failing one exam. She’d come to him to get his perspective, and just because she liked talking to him, but this was done.

“No, no that’s not what I mean! Alright let me get a better example.” She was barely listening as she rose, and he could see that she was offended. He had to explain himself in a hurry or he risked her forever remaining offended. It was time to make a stronger point, so he was going to have to put himself out there a bit. “Bondage.”

The word caught her ear. She looked at him. “Bondage?” Really, she thought? If this guy digs his hole any deeper, she was going to up the score from walking out on their coffee meeting to slapping him.

“Bondage. You know, BDSM types of things. See, got your attention didn’t it?”

She sighed. Ah, so he’s trying to hold her attention. Something dramatic to get back in the game, she concluded.

“It’s not something you would think of. What if bondage was the solution to your problem?”

She waited for him to continue. Realizing he actually had posed the question, she played along to see the end of this. “How can bondage elazığ escort be the solution to my problem?”

“Ah, yes, there’s my point! Not that you are cowardly and afraid of the solution, as if you were Robin Hood but too scared to step up to the plate and steal. But bondage has stigma, so you don’t even think in those terms. Nobody considers the solutions that have stigma associated with them. Not because…” He searched for words to try to explain himself. He had become quite involved in his explanation, a bit more engaged than she had ever seen him. “Not because you just follow the crowd or are uncreative, but because nobody thinks in those terms. People try to be creative within the choices that they are accustomed to thinking in terms of. They don’t often run things through their mind that have stigma on them.”

She was all geared up to step over and slap him, except that she was confused. Now she was trying to process what he was saying.

“Ok… so I’m not uncreative… I just don’t think in terms of the solution?” It still sounded bad, but as it came out of her mouth, it was not insulting. It might have been a valid point. Actually, whether it was Robin Hood or not, she couldn’t deny it actually – she obviously hadn’t thought in terms of the solution to her problem since she was still failing. It still had a certain ring being said out loud by someone though, a connotation with it perhaps. It still felt like the fine edge of insulting.

“And I’m not just following the crowd, even though the crowd put the stigma there… I’m still confused.” She thought she might be seeing some of what he was heading at now, but wanted him to clarify so she could figure it out and be sure he hadn’t been insulting her.

Edan, on the other hand, didn’t notice the softening in her words as she started to follow his point, as she started to reason that he hadn’t actually meant to insult her. He saw her still standing, ready to bolt, and still just as agitated. He scrambled to explain. He’d brought up bondage, of all things, he thought to himself. Bondage, well, he’s in now, he’s got to make good on bondage of all things, can’t turn away from it or this is done. He was already all in.

“What if you need that Algebra whipped into you in the bedroom?”

She was shocked, now. Just when she was about to accept his explanation and begin understanding what he had meant… he had just gone into a whole new place. She was speechless. She didn’t need to say anything though, he was just as shocked at having said it and jumped full bore into explaining himself. “Everyone learns different. Now, I don’t really know your problem that well, but just as a form of example I’m trying to explain — What if what worked for you is something very non-standard, something with stigma associated with it?

Not all things with a stigma are actually bad. Bondage has a stigma because.. I don’t know, all sorts of reasons. People getting hurt. Pain. Doesn’t seem romantic, doesn’t exactly fit into your typical Hollywood mainstream storyline.” He was hovering off-topic, but he had to explain himself fully at this point, every side element. Besides, the shock had successfully thrown her off enough that he actually had a few moments to explain in detail.

“Most of the people who get into bondage follow what they’ve heard or seen, they throw on leather, they try to dominate, they really aren’t creatively exploring something original, they’re jumping along the same path as the guy before them, and that guy put a bad reputation – a stigma – to his bondage. I don’t know, there’s a lot of reasons why bondage has stigma with it – but my point is just that not everything with stigma comes out the same way. It doesn’t have to be all bad.”

She suddenly realized he was sweating. It occurred to her that she really had him on the spot. He’d crossed a line and said something that… well, she didn’t know how to characterize it. Inappropriate? Definitely! But… she reminded herself, she jumps to conclusions sometimes. Maybe… she had jumped to a conclusion too soon about what he was saying, and maybe… she’d pushed him into saying something more dramatic? Well, doesn’t matter, he still shouldn’t have said it. It was inappropriate. She respected herself, she wasn’t a prude but her relationship with Edan was not at a point where he can just throw that out there and it be ok.

Her head was spinning. What about what he was actually trying to say? Does she respond to the insinuations? She tried for a moment to process his main point, focus just a little. She realized she was standing in place, looking dumbfounded as he stared at her. Ok, she needed to think, no reaction at all, she decided. “Uhm. Well, ok sorry, I need to think about everything you were just saying, try to sift through that. Can we pick this up again later?” Her softer tone showed that she was no longer bolting, just taking a leave.

“Sure.” He said quietly, looking a good bit distraught and somewhat defeated, maybe confused as well.

She gathered her things, at a more casual but slightly hurried pace, and waved with a slight smile to show that she wasn’t committed to being mad at him.

After she was out of sight, Edan’s head fell to the table. He hit his forehead to the table several times as he muttered to himself, horrified at what had just happened.

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Leather and Lust

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I love having my wicked way with cute submissive boys. Not the broken ones; no-one needs to be reminded on every occasion that they are worthless worms who aren’t good enough for me… because it’s such a total buzzkill. I want my boy-toys to have a spine, have a bit of spirit, because it’s far hotter when they actually yield to me.

And they will yield to me. All of them do.

Tonight’s boy-toy was a cute, single twenty-something, pale, freckled, and slightly too-long hair. Lucky for him, I kinda like that. And this particular boy has a thing for leather. Naturally, I won’t disappoint.

Flipping through the leather items in the wardrobe, I find it hard to decide between two or three of the choices – a girl has to remember what to accessorise it with! – but I settle on a leather dress that settles down to mid-thigh, shows off my cleavage and finishes with an in-built buckled collar finish around the throat.

I vaguely remember my date having a thing about buckles, so I finish it off with a 3″ leather belt that cinches around my waist, and finish the ensemble with matching gloves and boots. Checking the mirror before showtime, I’m a pretty picture in black – dark hair, sulty eyeshadow, blood-red lipstick, black all the way down. Yes, I know it’s a bit cliche, but I like it, and I’m pretty sure he will too.

Not that he’ll have much of an opportunity to disagree with me if not, but that’s half the fun.

I emerge breezily into the bedroom, having lit the smoky-red wall-lamps rather than the much more overbearing ceiling spots, where he is waiting in his boxers, on his knees.

“Good boy.”

He looks up at me. “Yes mistress, I try to be for you, mistress.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Plus one point for due deference to your mistress, but minus two points for raising your head to me without permission.”

“I’m sorry, mistress.”

“Yes,” I breathed, “you will be. Your arse, in particular, will be sorry.” He’s not a newbie to the game, nor to me. If I’m any judge – and I flatter myself that I am – he looked up at me precisely because he knows the game and its rules.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Well, then, stand up, let me look at you. I hope you’ve been looking after yourself.”

“I try, mistress.”

I take up the riding crop from the side and prod him gently when I want him to turn. Good, he’s been working out a bit lately, taking care of himself in a way he never used to when I first met him. It’s like being looked after by a dominatrix is good for him after all! (It’s certainly good for me.)

“Hm, yes, you have been looking after yourself. I think you’ll only deserve ten from my crop rather than fifteen you have earned.”

I can see it going through his mind, ever so briefly, that our usual game of 6 per negative point is out of the window and he opened his mouth to say something, but wisely closed it again.

“Something to say, boy? I do hope,” adding just a tinge of saccharine sweetness to my voice, “that you weren’t about to question my counting.”

“No, mistress! I would never dare do that!”

“Oh, but yes you would, I know you! I guess we’re making it fifteen after all.” I smile. “You’ll be good and take them for me, and you’ll count them, of course.”

“Of course, mistress.”

This little dance switched up as I gestured towards the bench. Any suitably equipped bedroom has any number of things for cute boys to be tied to, and this room, the play bedroom, had more than its fair share.

“Now, let’s see.” I take the opportunity to mock-examine him, taking the opportunity to run my smooth gloved hands over his body, briefly and gently around his throat as if measuring it, grabbing a handful of butt-check before slapping it.

“I think tonight it’ll be the leather cuffs for you.”

I head to the closet, take out the box with the green set in it. I love this set; green patent leather is so shiny and it brings out the best in his eyes. And he loves the feel and look of it on him, so double win.

It doesn’t take long for me to buckle the cuffs around his wrists, ankles and thighs, then a belt around his waist to affix things too, though how I’d use it yet I hadn’t quite decided. I just wanted to put all the set pieces on him.

Finally, the collar – just a notch tighter than maybe he was expecting – before guiding him onto the bench.

“I think you know what to do.”

The bench wasn’t really a bench, though for some reason it was called that. In this case it enabled me to restrain someone at the hands and ankles and have them conveniently positioned if I wanted to spank, cane, crop or engage in other more nefarious fun, but for now I was content to buckle the boy in, and admire his cute pale butt sticking up in the air.

“Now, you know what to do, yes?”

“Yes, mistress. Please crop my butt.”

I swing, but not so hard, the leather of the riding crop landing squarely and surely.

“One, thank you mistress. Please may I have another?”

Mmm, he remembered tekirdağ escort his place. I liked it. I liked it enough to swing the crop again and land it on almost exactly the same spot. The slight intake of breath was delicious, as was his counting, thanking and asking for another.

And if there was any debate about whether I was merely cruelly abusing him or not, I could see his cock already quite stiff from where I was standing. It was going to get harder yet, but good start.

I switched sides, alternating every couple of swings, careful to only land blows on the same spot no more than a couple of times. I might be a very deep sadist but I wasn’t really cruel.

But I was cruel enough to tell him that a few didn’t really count for whatever spurious reason I could dream up – did I even need a reason? I was the boss here! – so when we finally got to fifteen, it was probably more like thirty, and his cock was now very stiff and his balls had grown a little since I’d entered the room.

And his previously pale butt was now glowing a rather nice shade of red for me. I dispensed a little lotion from a bottle I keep for such emergencies, and gently, but perhaps not quite ‘tenderly’ rubbed it into his butt. I wanted it to be tingly, stimulated without being tender… well, without being *too* tender, anyway.

He was pushing his hips into me just a little, I didn’t want him getting too eager just yet, but we were just entering that heady space where I didn’t want to break the spell, so I let it slip just this once.

I unbuckled the cuffs, and helped him stand up – he was just a little wobbly – and his shaft was now very firmly erect for me.

“Someone’s pleased to see me.” I smiled. “Good boy.”

Have to be honest, even just that little bit of fun and I was a little more damp than I wanted to admit, but I wasn’t going to ride him until I’d worked him over a little more. Needy, desperate boy-toys make more delicious noises that way.

“Hmm, how do I want you?” I bit my lip, feigning a certain amount of indecision – giving him a moment to relax and settle into where this is going.

“I want you over there,” I say, pointing to a spot across the room, with my crop. I don’t think he’s been here since I had the ceiling hooks fitted.

I watch him stand, a little stiffly (well, his cock, a lot more stiffly) but in the right space, head bowed slightly, waiting for instructions. The fact he wasn’t immediately “yes, mistress”ing me was a good sign… he’d entered that slightly more pliable mental state… subspace.

“Legs apart,” I tapped his thigh gently with the crop and he sprang up and widened his legs to slightly beyond shoulder width.

“A little more.” He shifted his way more cautiously this time but did as instructed. “Good boy.”

Just far enough, now, for the spreader bar to be in between his legs. As I came back up, I kissed the tip of his cock, and it twitched ever so nicely.

“Wrists out.” He held his wrists forward as I connected a chain to them, and hooked it around a sort of pulley which I put on the ceiling hook, before pulling it up, raising his arms high above his head, and forcing him to stay there.

Mmm, I love a cute boy who’s mine and can’t go anywhere. So many fun possibilities. Running a gloved fingertip down his chest and abs to the leather belt, I smiled and just observed how vulnerable he was, and how I could do anything.

“But,” I noted, “I hope you don’t have any objections to what’s about to happen. It would be a shame if you did.” I let that hang in the air, leaving the point open for a question…

“Why, mistress?” There it was.

This was about to be something new to our game. “Because you’re not going to be able to object.” With that, I brandished a black ball-gag, also with matching patent leather strap. “Last chance to object.”

He just opened his mouth. This I didn’t expect, I expected a bratty comeback I could punish him for, or some witticism about it not being big enough. Maybe he was a little deeper into subspace than I gave him credit for, or maybe he was more scared than he wanted to admit.

I also produced a small rubber ball, about tennis-ball sized, and pushed it into one of his cuffed hands. “There, if you need to stop at any time, let go of this.”

He nodded, then opened his mouth for the gag.

“No need to be nervous, just let me put this in… and buckle it up… there we go, nice and snug and now I won’t have to listen to you moaning if I spank you too hard.” Not that that had ever happened, and that was the point.

“And a little something to help you concentrate on the sensations.” I produced the matching patent leather blindfold. I wasn’t sure it would actually block out the light fully, but if it didn’t that was probably an advantage. Truth be told, I mostly wanted to just see him spread before me, hard as hell, blindfolded and gagged and waiting for me to have my way with him. It’s tokat escort still a fun, hot memory.

In fact just getting this far, I found myself uncomfortably damp, so I reached down, wiped a little with my gloved fingertip and wafted it under his nose. From the tensing of his muscles – and the twitch of his cock – he recognised the scent.

I wiped it down him, then ran my hands up and down his chest, just leather on skin, tracing the lines of his musculature, occasionally pinching a nipple gently. Then a gentle gloved hand on his cock, and a cruel idea came to mind as I started to gently wank him off.

I could see a little drool forming in the corner of his mouth, and his knees began to sag just the tiniest bit as he was fighting to keep control over all his muscles, especially his thighs, as I ran my hand up and down his shaft, working it.

I gave it a good few moments before stopping, to instead work the rest of him – pressing myself against his side, raking the surface with my fingers in lieu of nails, licking, sucking his skin, occasionally sucking on his nipples, grinding my crotch against his leg.

It was a heady mix for my boy; I’m not usually quite so hands-on as this, at least not in this part of the scene, before I resumed working his shaft.

I could tell his neediness was growing, as well as his closeness – pre-cum had formed on the tip – and I felt his muscles tensing, and urgent noises bubbling in his throat… good boy that he is, knows he’s not to cum without permission. And in his throat the noises are forming of trying to be a good boy, somewhere between trying to ask for permission and beg me to stop.

What he doesn’t know is that I’m not going to stop, but as he’s about to reach that pleasurable moment… I’m going to intervene, and I reach with my other hand onto his balls, and pull them slightly away from his shaft, massaging them firmly.

He’s confused and panting – but to his credit, doesn’t drop the ball he’s holding – and he shoots a load a little out of my hand, but it’s clear from the notes quavering in his throat that this wasn’t fun for him. Another first chalked up, a ruined orgasm.

“There we go. Released that pressure from your otherwise lovely cock, without you having too much fun from it. Even good boys don’t deserve to have too much fun.”

His facial features are obscured by the blindfold and gag, but if I had to guess, I’d imagine there was some internal panic, and some disappointment going on. No matter, he’ll find some fun shortly.

“You see, I don’t want you cumming until I’ve come and I haven’t played with you nearly enough yet.” It wasn’t clear if he was pleased or not by this, but I got some positive vibes from it.

I released the chain holding his wrists up, unclipped the spreader bar and suggested he could stretch or relax his muscles for a moment. He knew fine that I wasn’t going to take off his gag or blindfold yet. I’m not that nice to him, but as far as he’s ever told me, he liked it that way.

Now came the use for that belt and thigh cuffs. I led him to the bed, had him sit down on the edge for a moment, before instructing him to lay back, knees up, allowing me to fix the thigh cuffs to the belt.

This now left me with a boy on his back, legs up and out the way with plenty of access to forbidden boy butt territory. (At least, forbidden for most boys, but I think he really liked it.)

First up, a small conical buttplug, just to wake his butt up and get it into a good mood. A little lube on the plug, and his butthole, and gentle pushing and it plopped into place ever so nicely, with an audible gasp from behind that gag.

I tapped the end a few times, and he gasped a couple more times. Seems I’d chosen the right size for him, as I gently rocked it back and forth inside his butt, and he was doing the cutest wiggle as I did so. Already he was starting to recover his hardness.

Good, because it was going to make the next thing easier. I had an idea I’d wanted to try with him for a while, but the mood hadn’t struck before – and somehow today was the day.

After playing with the plug, teasing and tensing, I pulled it out and instead found the toy I’d never used on anyone before. Another first eh?

Three quite large anal beads on a rubber connector, leading to a rubber cock ring… I figured I’d get him really hard again, loop the one end over his cock and balls, insert the rest in his butt, and when I rode him to cum inside me, he would be suffering that sweet sensation of being extra-sensitive where he was held back by the ruined orgasm and then the toy.

Hmm, he was recovering his hardness but, really, not fast enough. I started licking the underside of his throbbing, sensitive shaft, sucked his head a couple of times, until he was hard enough for what I wanted.

The cock ring was a bit fiddly but I got his balls into it as intended, so it was pushing them down, making it harder for him to trabzon escort cum when he got there.

As for the beads, he fidgeted and wiggled as each went in, accompanied each time by a throaty, lengthy deep sigh of contentment. I can’t have him having *all* the fun around here.

I took his hands, tied them to the bed with ropes, unclipped his thighs from the belt so I could tie his legs to the bed. He looked rather cute, spread-eagled on the bed with his shaft now so deliciously taut and tight.

But he just hadn’t quite suffered enough for me to have him or to let him cum. At least, if he could talk, that’s probably what he’d say, he is a bit of a painslut. So I find the nipple clamps – the really mean crocodile clip ones – and attach them to a low moan equal parts pain and pleasure.

But I’m sure he knows the deal here… that crescendo is coming and he has to earn cumming. I won’t tell him that he’s already earned it by putting up with my handling of him… I could put my hand gently on his face and reassure him, but right now he needs me to claim him, not reassure him.

With the application of the clamps, his cock is now fully engorged as I remember, and finally it’s time for us both to cum, and cum hard.

I flip up the bottom of my dress, tucking it inside the belt. It’s not pretty but it’s otherwise in the way of my damp, hungry cunt. It’s not like he can see it. I also get out one of my stronger vibrators and switch it on.

Now, this thing will rumble through me until I cry out, but I’m not the first user – victim – of the evening. I press it against the rubber of the anal beads, letting its sensations travel down through his butt, and I even hold the two together quite hard to get as much of that friction as I can into him, and he’s twitching as the motions wash over him.

I also gently touch it to his balls a couple of times, and the sensitivity of his body to the vibrations makes me wonder if he’s going to cum from it but of course I’m not going to.

I clamber onto the bed, and gently, slowly… achingly slowly for him, I’m sure, slide my hot, wet, dripping cunt down his shaft. As I reach the bottom, filled in all dimensions by his throbbing cock, we both grunt in satisfaction.

He’s already trying to buck his hips into me to get some friction going because, damn, he wants to cum, but that’s not how this works. I lean forward a little and push my own hips back, pinning him into the bed such that he can’t move.

“Nu-uh, you don’t get to fuck me here. The only thing that’s happening is I’m going to fuck you until I cum.” If he weren’t gagged, and/or deep in his private subspace about now, he’d be brattily pointing out that he gets to cum too, but right now I think the sum total of his brain is focusing on how damn good it feels to have my body around his, and how good it’s going to feel momentarily.

I start flexing my own hips, lifting myself up and thrusting myself back down his shaft, taking every pulsing, twitching inch in me. I’d missed this, it was something that I didn’t do nearly enough with my boy-toys, was to just fuck them how I wanted them.

I didn’t hurry, languidly rising up and pushing back down, getting maximum friction for minimum speed, as I rose and fell on his cock, every full motion pulling a grunt from my throat.

I stopped for a moment, lodging my vibrator in place between my pelvic bone and his hip, so I could grind my way up and down his very excited shaft while stimulating my clit. That part’s a bit hard to describe, but his beautiful cock running up and down the inside of my cunt, combined with pulses of sensation on my clit, it meant that my own need was coming ‘real soon now’.

My hips bucking sped up, I wanted it all, all the heat, all the friction, all the movement, all the moment. All the stimulation, all the satisfaction as I had to brace myself on his chest as I cried out, everything on fire, everything overstimulated, waves of that feeling hitting me as I carried on riding his cock… I lost track if I cried out several times, just as I lost track of whether I came once or several times, it all blurred.

I slowed moving, spent, dislodged the vibrator, and realised my boy was not only still rock hard, but hadn’t cum yet. I took the clamps off, and without getting off him, I smiled and told him he could cum.

He started flexing his hips, trying to get just a little more friction, which got more urgent, so in time with his flexing I started moving again, pulling up on his back-stroke, pushing down as he thrust for maximum friction along each motion, grunting and gasping with each stroke of his cock along my cunt.

A few more moments passed, with this beautiful boy beneath me, bound, gagged, filling me, fulfilling me as he finally let go his load, its warmth coating me, and a long, almost painful moan came out behind the gag, tailing off as his cum eruption settled.

Whatever he’d been bottling up physically – or, if I knew him, emotionally – since last time I fucked his brains out, it came out with that explosion.

I carefully climbed off him, unbuckled the gag to him gasping and smiling, before taking off the blindfold, and stroking his face with tenderness. “My beautiful boy. You were spectacular.”

He smiled, “Thank you, mistress, so were you.” Damn you, making me blush even a little.

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Kamana Ch. 02

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FALL FROM POWER

Rebecca was a complete product of her environment. She was born to a Lesbian couple that used a clinic to inseminate one of them. Her mothers raised her to be very active in the world of empowerment of women. She was taught to believe that women were the stronger gender and that she could rule the world. She was put in the best private schools and groomed in politics. By the age of 16 Rebecca was leading marches and events for women to protest or assert their rights. She built a coalition around her of women of all ages and colors and religions that believed in the empowerment of women. She attended a prominent university and studied political science, women’s studies, and law. As she worked her way to the top of her class, she continued to remain active in the women’s movement. She was willing to fight for any cause that would give women equal rights, and she was forceful with her words and deeds. She became a force to be reckoned with.

At 22, Rebecca was attending a rally for the equal treatment of women in the NFL when she met William. William was a young man that wanted to meet a passionate independent woman, and he thought women’s rallies would be a good place. He was instantly smitten with Rebecca and worked very hard to court her for over a year. When she stopped to pay attention, she found William to be a smart, sweet, caring man that treated her very well. He stirred in her a feeling that she hadn’t felt before. She began to see him at every rally and would meet him at night for dinner and drinks. She saw that he was willing to give her anything, and she took advantage of his generosity. It took 6 years, but Rebecca finally agreed to marry William.

After their marriage, William continued to support Rebecca in any endeavor, spending time and money to help her succeed. She ruled over William, demanding and selfish. William would cater to her every whim, often neglecting his own desires to accommodate her. At age 30, she ran for congress, winning her district easily. They moved to the capital and Rebecca began her political career. She would be uncaring with William sometimes, and even abusive to him. She would yell at him and call him names, making him sit and listen to her rants and agree to whatever she wanted. William tried many things to help calm her nerves, often making drinks or running her baths. Soon he found that he was often able to calm her down and make her happy if he could get her to sit still and open her legs for him to use his tongue on her pussy. He would get her to sit so he could get on his knees between her legs as she would rant to him. Slowly, his hands would run up her thighs, finding her pussy hot with his fingertips as he gently pushed her legs wider. His lips would find their way up her thighs as her voice would start to soften. As he moved up her thigh, his tongue would begin its journey up to her wetness as he would find her clit with the tip and slowly begin to work it. She would become calm, almost purring like a kitten when he licked her. He was very good at bringing her to orgasm, and it would put her to sleep for hours afterwards.

Rebecca was ruthless in the Senate, only voting for bills that benefitted women. She bullied and pushed the men until they bowed to her demands, and when that didn’t work, she would convince them with her seductive smuttiness, meeting them in empty conference rooms and broom closets. She would fuck any powerful cock for a vote. She would then go home and tell William. She loved telling him every detail about the men she would fuck and how they used her. It made her feel empowered when she could rub it in his face. William would listen to her describe her exploits with other men, thinking about watching her fuck them. He would think about the slut he married and dream about being in the room with them.

She quickly gained power within the Senate and within 2 years was the Senate leader. For Rebecca it wasn’t enough. She was hungry for power, desperate to rule the world. She had gained popularity and support across the country and after 7 years in the Senate, the time was right. She ran for the highest office in the land.

Even though she had the support of many rich and powerful people, and all the money she needed, it was an uphill battle. She spent a year campaigning hard against a formidable man. But she had something he didn’t. She could use her pussy to get what she wanted. Every day she spent traveling, speaking, meeting citizens, fucking donors and sponsors. Every night she would be in a different city, and every night, she would fuck a different man to gain his support. And in the end, it paid off. Rebecca became the first woman to win the office, and she felt empowered. She went into office with the idea that she could make the world bow to the whims of women.

Rebecca began her tenure by replacing all the men at the top of government with women, and appointing only women in her cabinet. New policies were written and others unwritten to give women muğla escort full authority and equality in all things, and the women’s rights groups cheered her on. The men weren’t happy, and most of them withdrew their support for her, but it was too late. After 6 months, she determined it was time to start working on the rest of the world.

Rebecca began traveling. She met with the top leaders of every country, demanding their allegiance and loyalty to her and the ideals that she brought to them. She was met with resistance but was forceful and refused to negotiate. She offered sexual favors to some and they did not accept it as well as the leaders here. In fact, some were insulted. Some other countries did not want to participate in her efforts, and she pushed until they rejected her completely.

Rebecca started showing visible frustration with her efforts to create peace and empowerment in the world. She began to push harder and threaten those who refused to work with her, sometimes insulting people personally. Nothing was working. Some leaders felt insulted by her brashness, and they began to decline her invitations and reject her phone calls.

Since she was failing in other places, she turned her focus back to her own country. She passed more laws to give women more rights. She insisted that women be treated equally in all things. But her popularity was dropping. As her frustration grew, she became crueler to William at home. She largely ignored him, only paying attention enough to yell at him when he got in her way or tried to talk to her. She only wanted him to lick her pussy every night so she could sleep. He would gladly bury his face in her pussy, licking and eating her out until she came in his mouth. Then while she slept he would take a shower and masturbate still tasting her.

Other leaders of the world began to meet without her. They spoke of her and the country, discussing the actions they may take to stop her from upsetting the balance of the world. In her anger, she retaliated by adding more taxes to all imports, and increasing foreign regulations to hurt their economies. This angered the whole world. Our closest allies pulled away from us and began cancelling treaties and agreements. Rebecca continued to pressure the world, and they continued to push back harder.

Twelve countries, known as the Band of 12, convened to discuss their options. The Band of 12 determined that Rebecca and our country must be stopped, and they agreed to work together to stop her. Sanctions and penalties were imposed, bank accounts and other assets frozen. Our exports were rejected and imports stopped. We were isolated from the rest of the world.

The effects were almost immediate. The country began to collapse. Inflation squeezed the pocketbooks of every citizen. Layoffs and shortages plunged us into depression. People struggled to pay their taxes and feed their families. But Rebecca remained convinced that she was just in her efforts and she only became more enraged. She threatened war if the sanctions weren’t lifted. She started to come unwound publicly. The Band of 12 would not listen and would not falter.

Within three months, Rebecca sent airstrikes to wound the 12 countries and they just squeezed harder. A mysterious super flu hit us that season, wiping out a majority of our population. No one could say for sure, but everyone believed the Band of 12 caused the spread of the virus by poisoning our water supply. Since the water around the country was blamed for the spread of the virus, people began only drinking bottled water. The country was in shambles, and the world was watching. Rebecca increased military operations around the world, and they wiped out much of the world’s population as more countries joined the Band of 12 to fight. So many lives, and Rebecca was hardened. She was angry that the world wouldn’t listen, but at the same time she was desperate for approval and acceptance.

Three years into her term, Rebecca was looking for the answer to her troubles. She was lost, no answers and no hope. The country was sick and dying, most of the men had died in battle. The economy was in shambles and people were starving. She had tried everything and the world had turned against her. Her cabinet was falling apart; people were abandoning ship. She had exhausted all of her options. She was completely alone and had only William to turn to. She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it.

It was then that her husband took the opportunity. At bedtime, he made her a drink, adding some of a special potion that his new friend Ethan had given him. When she had finished most of her drink, he made a suggestion.

“I met someone recently that is very smart and asked for a few minutes of your time. He has some good ideas and wants to help you. He has an offer for you that he says you can’t refuse. Please swallow your pride and meet with him?”

“Why should I? Who is he?”

“Rebecca ordu escort please, just hear him out. He only needs a few minutes, and if you don’t like what he has to say he will leave.”

With hesitation and desperation, she agreed “Set it up.”

William smiled and lifted Rebecca’s nightgown. He went down between her legs and smelled her scent as he spread her lips open to lick her. This would be the last night that she would make the rules and give him orders. His tongue plunged deep into her pussy as she melted around him. He teased her clit as she moaned and met his thrusts. His tongue fucked her and brought her to the edge as she told him to make her cum. He plunged in, sending her barreling into orgasm as he thought about what the next day would bring. He eagerly licked her hard and drank her juices as he trembled with anticipation.

The next morning, as Rebecca walked into her office to start her day, there was a man sitting behind her desk. She knew immediately from his brisk-looking expensive suit and his calm determined face that he was the man William had spoken of the day before. He was confident and worldly, showing poise and charm as he sat in her chair. She stopped in the middle of the room, waiting for the man to stand up and greet her, but he did not move. He looked at her and said

“Please come sit down.”

With hesitation, she sat at the chair in front of her desk. She felt a strange calm as she sat back in the chair to hear the man out. She took the last drink of her coffee that William had made and put the cup on her desk. His voice was commanding yet soothing, and she felt compelled to listen to more.

“I am Darek, and I am here to relieve you of this burden that has overwhelmed you. You should have never been given this power, and you are not equipped to handle it. You’ve been lied to your entire life. Men are the natural leaders and are necessary in keeping the world in balance. You have disturbed that balance, and I am here to make it right again. You know you can’t do this alone. You’ve made a huge mess of things Rebecca. You don’t have the answers, and you have no one else to turn to. I am your answer. I can make all of this go away for you.”

Rebecca looked down to her hands in her lap and took a deep breath. She knew that he was right, she couldn’t fix the mess she had made, and she was exhausted. But she had her pride. She was a strong woman and she wanted to prove it. But, he touched something deep in her soul that made her want to give him the power. His voice reached into her like a soft wind touches the back of the neck. Her head felt light and she felt the urge to relinquish herself.

“I know I’ve made a mess of things. But I can fix it. I just need some time and maybe a little help.”

“Rebecca, listen to yourself. You can’t do it. You are tired. You have no more options. You are over stressed. You know it is too much for you to handle by yourself. Even the strongest of men have been humbled by this job. You don’t want to do this anymore and you know it.”

She began to cry, knowing he was right. She couldn’t do it anymore.

“Now, be a good girl and get on your knees and come over here to me.”

She felt a wave of shame across her body as she trembled. She didn’t know what else to do. He came in like a prince to save her from the evil that she had sowed. She sat for a moment, burdened by the world on her shoulders. Tears streamed down her face as she listened to his voice telling her to surrender. Slowly, Rebecca lifted her skirt and slid out of the chair to her knees and crawled around the desk to him. Darek turned his chair to face her and cupped his hands around her face.

“I want to help you Rebecca, and you want my help. You feel that twinge, deep in your heart right now? That is the urge to let go, to surrender to me, to serve me.”

He reached one hand up her blouse, pulled up her bra and began to fondle her breast. She closed her eyes and felt his warm hand on her breast as his voice dove deep into her soul and caressed her spirit. She could feel him envelop her with his voice.

“No one will blame you, as you are just a woman. You need a good strong man to show you the way, and you will obey.”

A tear ran down her cheek as she succumbed to him, closing her eyes tighter and feeling his hands arousing her, his voice seducing her. His hands removed her blouse and bra as he talked to her. Her nipples hardened to his touch and her pussy throbbed. She had not felt this urge before, and slowly she allowed it to take over.

“Ask for my help girl, and all of your troubles will go away.”

He pulled her in as he unzipped his pants and revealed his large cock. Instinctively and eagerly she opened her mouth and welcomed him in. He allowed it for a moment, then lifted her head.

“Ask me.”

Rebecca looked up at him teary eyed and drooling, mascara running down her face.

“Help osmaniye escort me.”

“Oh no girl, ask me properly. You know the words.”

“Please, sir, will you help me?”

“Good girl. Yes, I will. But you must submit yourself to my will. You will obey without question, and you will learn the proper way to behave like a female. Will you?”

Rebecca looked up at him, her whole body warm and tingling as she could feel her anxiety melt away with every word.

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Darek made a phone call.

“It is done, meet me here.”

He then stood her up, stripped her of the rest of her clothes and bent her over the executive desk.

“Good girl.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up arching her back and fucked her from behind as she felt a freedom like she had never felt before. She felt his cock inside of her, reaching up into her and taking her very soul. She was the one that always took the power by fucking men, but submitting to him and giving up her power at this moment was a relief that she needed so badly. She felt the stress leave her body as he physically took her power from her over that desk. Her whole body released as she could finally be free. She felt his power and confidence increase as he released inside of her, freeing her from the office that held her prisoner.

As he finished, William came into the room with two other men. Each man took a turn with her, ending with William. Rebecca felt each man take even more of the little power she had left. William watched them and smiled as he could see the stress leave his wife. She could see that he was watching, and was so overwhelmed with the sensation of the men that she didn’t even care. When if was his turn, she realized that William had not fucked her in years, and she felt him take her forcefully like a real man. William took the last of anything she had left, and by the time he was done, she was free, and exhausted. She could feel his cock pulling the last of her power, thrusting and pulling it out of her with such force that she cried out and nearly collapsed on the desk. She willingly signed a document that gave Darek and his men full authority. William then shook Darek’s hand and led her out of the room, saying he would have her ready in three hours.

In the residence, William comforted Rebecca as she tried to get a handle on what had just happened. She was crying and exhausted, but confused. She was relieved to be free of the office, but was afraid of what she had just given up. She didn’t understand how the man in that room had been able to take her so easily. She was so strong and had never let a man overtake her like that. William let her know that he was one of the leaders of the 3FU and was a very powerful and influential man. He told her that he had been meeting with the 3FU for several weeks, that she had done the right thing by giving them the power and apologized for failing her as a man.

“I should have never allowed you to gain as much power as you did, and now it’s my responsibility to decide what is best for you. I am ready to be the man you need me to be now. And you will obey.”

“What makes you think you can be a man now? You’ve never been a real man William. I’ve had to do it all.”

William looked at her and slapped her hard across the face.

“I’ve only allowed it. Now, it’s my turn slut. You will obey.”

Rebecca could see a fire in his eyes that had never been there before, and she knew that he had changed. She felt a soothing calm take over her body as she listened to him. She realized that she couldn’t resist and that she didn’t really want to. The burn in her loins that she once felt for William had come back. He had her shower and put up her hair. He fitted her with a collar on her neck and leather collars around her breasts, making her an Alpha slave. She was so tired that she didn’t fight any of it, but she looked at herself in disbelief. She felt disconnected from her body as she tried to make sense of what was happening. He put a leash on her then led her back to the executive office where Darek and his men were preparing for a news conference. A man brought over a piece of paper and William took a look at it. He handed it to Rebecca.

“This is your statement for the news conference. Read it when you are told.”

As the people were counting down for the TV crew, William handed the leash to Darek, who led her to a pillow at the foot of the podium. He had her kneel on the pillow as the news crews walked in the room. A gasp of shock seemed to resonate through the room as they saw her for the first time. Rebecca felt a little dizzy as she listened to Darek speak and felt the lights and warmth on her naked body. She felt flush as she realized that she was on national television nude, and that she would have to speak when Darek told her to. A feeling of guilt and shame washed over her and she couldn’t even focus on what Darek and the other two men were saying to the people. The journalists in the audience seemed shocked, as they sat in silence listening to the prepared statements. They stared at Rebecca as they frantically wrote their notes and tried to absorb what was being said. Rebecca was startled out of her daze by a tug on her leash signaling her turn to speak. She stood up and read from her paper.

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Here’s a romantic rough-love fantasy about a woman in a position of authority – a lioness – who is harboring a kitten within. A few days before Thanksgiving, her inner kitten is finally going to get the attention it deserves. Background note: Most American universities employ an “up or out” promotion system: after five years on the job, a young professor is either granted tenure (a lifetime appointment) or fired. Tags: Kitten, Oral sex, Straight sex, Anal sex, Bondage, Whipping.

*****

1. Prologue: Breaking Bad News

“So the Promotion and Tenure Committee will say no,” he said. “and I’ll have a year to find another job.”

“That’s what will probably happen,” I said.

“Despite the fact that the Chemistry Department voted to grant me tenure.”

“It was a weak vote,” I said, holding his gaze, “a bare majority. Tenure is a lifetime commitment for the university, and that makes the committee cautious – they like a two thirds vote or better.”

“They’ve been known to give tenure to other candidates with weak votes,” he said. Though his words were challenging, his tone was conversational.

I said, “If a department chair can make a plausible case that some votes were motivated by prejudice, rancor, or anything but the candidate’s merits, we can sometimes get a weak vote through the committee. That’s not the case with you. You don’t have enemies, and your work hasn’t stirred up controversy. You don’t belong to a disadvantaged group. You’re a man in a male-dominated discipline.”

Nothing could have been more obvious than that Rob was a man. He was lean and fit, with dark brown hair and a fashionably close-cropped beard, impeccably dressed, as usual, in a light-gray suit with a silver tie. I had sometimes wondered how much of his salary went for clothing. Right now his manner was disconcerting. Usually, when I break bad news to a candidate for tenure, I see tears, or anger, or numb hopelessness, but Rob was the same as ever – relaxed, self-assured, smiling warmly, as if we were talking pleasantly about mutual friends, not the likely end of his career as a professor.

Still I followed my script. “I’m very sorry,” I said. “I know this must come as a shock to you.”

His smile became wider. “Oh, no,” he said. “It’s no surprise. I know my own strengths and weaknesses – and when you told me where we were meeting for dinner, I was sure. Maybe you don’t know what the junior faculty say about you: the fancier the dinner, the worse the news – and this is a five-star restaurant.”

I noticed now that he’d been eating heartily. I was the one who was picking at my dinner.

He continued, “Frankly, I’m a little relieved. The life of a research scholar isn’t much to my taste – I had no idea I’d have to spend so much of my time writing grant applications. I’ve enjoyed the teaching, though. Lecturing to three hundred students at a time, guiding them, instructing them. I seem to have a talent for getting people to do what I want them to, and it gives me a sinful amount of pleasure.”

The warmth of his smile went up another few degrees, and my stomach gave a little lurch.

“Your teaching is beyond excellent,” I said, recovering, I thought, rather gracefully. “And I’ll add, as one of a handful of women in the Chemistry Department, that I appreciate the way you create an atmosphere that’s welcoming for your women students.”

His smile got wider and his eyes sparkled. “I like women,” he said. “My dream job would be teaching at Smith or Wellesley. But I think I’ll look for something in business. I can easily find that kind of job here, and I’d rather not move to another city.”

“I’m going to miss you,” I said. I really meant it, too, though I didn’t think he’d guess the reason. The man was a joy to look at.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll miss you too – and I don’t think I can say that about any of my other colleagues.”

I blushed a little, thinking I should slow down with the wine and banish foolish notions from my head – he had to be ten years younger than me.

“Listen,” he said. “It’s Tuesday night, and Thanksgiving break starts tomorrow. No one expects either of us to show up at the department till Monday. Why don’t you come for a drink with me? My favorite place is right around the corner. I promise not to get drunk and maudlin. The news you’ve given me is . . . well, liberating, and I’m in the mood to celebrate.”

He dialed up that smile a little more. I knew this was a dumb idea – I’d just fired this man – or at least I’d told him I wouldn’t lift a finger to save his career. But I’d been tense all afternoon, knowing what I had to tell him, and I could really use one more glass of wine. And he’d been so damned nice about this – he’d made it almost easy. And he wasn’t inviting me home to murder me; we were going to a bar or another restaurant, where there’d be plenty of people around. What could go wrong?

“Thanks,” I said. “I’d love to.”

I had hardly eaten – I didn’t have bursa escort much of an appetite – and he was finished. We decided against dessert and coffee. He glanced in the direction of the waitress, who hurried over: had she been watching him? “Would you bring the check, please?” he asked. The smile she gave him suggested that she would do much more than that for him if he’d only ask. He didn’t, however, and within a few minutes she was back with a tray.

“Hand it over, Rob,” I said with a frown. “It’s on the department’s tab.”

He pushed the tray over to me with a sheepish look, and I laid my credit card on top of it.

2. Aspiring Kitty

Within a few minutes we were on the sidewalk. The place he had in mind really was right around the corner, but it didn’t look like a bar or restaurant. All I could see from the street was a polished oak door with a brass knob, set into a carved stone entryway at the top of three marble steps. I looked for a sign identifying the place, but I didn’t see one.

“It’s a club,” Rob said, and pulled a brass knob, ringing a bell. A distinguished older man, dressed in a tailcoat, white bow tie, and white gloves, opened the door, smiled warmly, and said, “Good evening, Professor Faulkner.” He moved back to let us in.

“Good evening, Boswell,” said Rob, took my arm, and led me inside. He turned to the man and said, “This is Professor Redd, R-E-D-D. She’s my guest tonight.”

“Very good, sir. I’ll make a note.”

Rob led me along a hallway lined on either side with paintings of men and women in dress of various periods from the eighteenth century to the present. Most of the people were wearing masks like what you’d wear at a costume ball. Some were holding exotic weapons – maces, halberds, axes. I didn’t recognize any of them. We passed several oak doors, smaller versions of the one that opened onto the street, before coming to an open door that led into a large room furnished with comfortable chairs and tables, and a bar at the far end. Rob showed me to a table for two near the left wall. He held a chair for me, and I sat.

“What’ll you have?” he asked.

“A Pinot Grigio would be nice,” I said.

He went to the bar, and I looked around the room. There were few people here. A couple was sitting at a table across the room, the man portly and dressed in a conservative gray suit, the woman, young and pretty save for a livid scar on one cheek, in high heels and a skimpy black dress with mesh sides – she was talking to the man earnestly, but he seemed to be paying little attention. Two men were chatting at the bar.

The room was richly decorated. The bar was polished mahogany with a shiny brass rail, the walls paneled in oak. On a large rack mounted high on one wall was a collection of whips – a bullwhip, a cat o’ nine tails, several riding crops in different sizes, and others I couldn’t name. Another rack held a selection of restraints – manacles, cuffs, balls and chains. Lengths of chain were hung on hooks. Along one wall was a large X-shaped cross with cuffs dangling from steel eyes at the upper ends. The artwork here was more disturbing than in the hallway: there were pictures – some paintings, some prints, some photographs – of naked men and women bound in various ways. Some were suspended in ropes, some fettered to walls, some in stocks, some chained in uncomfortable poses.

Rob returned before I’d finished surveying the room. The warmth of his smile did little to allay the uneasiness I now felt.

“This is a disturbing place,” I said. “It feels like some celebration of medieval torture – a monument to pain and the destruction of the body.” I wondered what kind of man liked to come to a place like this and calmed myself a little with the thought that I was only here for a drink with him.

He said, “Look around this room with a slightly different perspective, and you’ll see that it’s not about the destruction of the body, but about its glorification, and not about torture, but control.”

“But why?” I asked. “Why would anyone want to be chained, bound to a cross, and controlled by somebody else?” I pictured myself cuffed to that cross or chained to the wall, and I was disturbed to feel something stirring inside me – a hint of arousal. I tried to make the disgust I was sure I felt chase it away, but it wouldn’t be banished. It occurred to me that I probably shouldn’t take another sip of this wine, though it was light and fruity and danced on the palate.

“For pleasure,” he said. “For the joy of yielding control of yourself to another person, the bliss of doing what you’re told, the ecstasy of entrusting yourself to another’s care.”

“Or,” I said, “the joy of controlling and commanding.”

“Yes,” he said, “some find pleasure in that, and in controlling oneself and accepting responsibility for another.”

A photograph of a woman about my own age caught my eye. She was kneeling in front of a man and wearing nothing but a çanakkale escort steel collar attached by a chain to a brick wall; her hands were cuffed behind her. On her face was an expression of adoration and fear.

I had to admit Rob had a point. I was forty-three years old, and I’d given my life to the lab and the university. Like Rob, I seemed to have a talent for getting people to do what I wanted them to do. I’d been in leadership roles as long as I could remember: Student Council president in high school, head of various college and grad school organizations, chair of learned societies, a stint as a dean, and now chair of my department. I had a reputation as a tough lady – even if I did prefer to deliver bad news in five-star restaurants.

But my love life had been a zero. My few lovers had expected and desired the iron lady, the person I was at work. But I didn’t want to run my personal relationships the way I ran my lab, my classrooms, or my department. Wasn’t I entitled to one area of my life where I could be a kitten instead of a lioness?

But when I’d tried to play the kitten with my lovers, or merely hinted to them that they should take charge in the bedroom, they had responded, at best, with confusion. The lovemaking had been boring, and after a while they’d either left or I’d kicked them out. Though a staunch feminist, I’d found myself wishing at times that I could find an old-fashioned cave man type – or at least someone willing to play that role in the bedroom. Où sont les sexistes d’antan?

Well, maybe I had one here. He was elegant, too – I’d often caught myself watching him stride, assured and graceful, through the hallways and labs of the Chemistry Building. Once I’d observed his class: as he paced the front of the room, lecturing animatedly, his gait put me in mind of a wolf.

A naked man, pink and rotund, burst into the room and pelted towards the bar. As he passed by our table I saw that he had an erection and his back was crisscrossed with long welts. By the time the man reached the bar, the bartender had a bottle of beer ready for him. He picked it up and ran out, penis wagging in front of him like a misplaced tail.

I felt a little surge of anger. “What’s going on here, Rob?”

“People are doing things they enjoy. Controlling and being controlled. The club has private rooms for members to play in – though, of course, it’s possible simply to come here for a drink, as we have.”

“People aren’t just being controlled,” I said. “That man’s been whipped.”

“If he was whipped, it’s because he wanted to be. This club’s most strictly enforced rule is that everything that goes on here must be consensual.”

The man in the suit got up and moved towards the door, and the woman in the black dress followed him. She held her head up as she walked, but her eyes were downcast. She was a kitten – I knew it. I felt a stab of envy.

“What do you think they’re going to do?” I asked, nodding at the couple as they passed through the door.

“They’ll go to one of the private rooms and play,” said Rob. “She’s a submissive and he’s a dominant. He’ll control her, and she’ll obey him, as long as he respects her limits.”

“Will he whip her, do you think?” Something in me hoped he would.

“If that’s what they both want.”

“Have sex?” I wanted them to have sex, too. He should take her from behind like a tomcat, biting the nape of her neck.

“That often happens, but it doesn’t have to.”

“Why have you brought me here, Rob?”

“For a drink,” he said, “though I confess that I find you beautiful and compelling.”

“And ten years older than you,” I said.

“Eight,” he said, correcting me. “I’ve done my research, you see.”

“And what made you think I might like a place like this?”

“A guess,” he said. “Maybe intuition.”

As he talked, a couple entered the bar, both middle aged and dressed in black leather. The man was wearing a collar with a leash attached; the woman was holding the leash. He walked one pace behind her, observing her carefully as she led him.

Rob continued, “I decided in any case that I’d trust you with this secret of mine. You handed a good bit of power over to me, back in that restaurant, and now I’m handing it back to you.”

“How did I hand over power?” I asked, incredulous.

“When a supervisor tells a man he’s out of a job, she gives up her power over him. I may teach for another year, but your authority over me will be purely notional.”

It was true. I’d written his last performance evaluation and recommended his last raise. If he decided not to show up for half his classes, there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. But I said, “If we were to go to one of those rooms, wouldn’t I be returning that power to you?”

“Sort of,” he said. “You would obey me for as long as it pleased you to obey. These people are playing. They exchange power, but it’s play power, like Monopoly money. A submissive rize escort always retains the ability to stop the play. On the other hand, I’ve revealed to you that I’m a rather kinky character. Some people would despise me if they knew these proclivities of mine.” He waved towards the objects and pictures on the wall. “The power that gives you over me is real – you could spread rumors about me and do real damage.”

“How often do you bring women here?” I asked.

“Not very. They have play parties here once a month, and sometimes I manage to meet someone. Sex isn’t allowed at play parties. I’ve had a couple of kinky girlfriends, but I’m not a Don Juan.”

“Do you always give fake names for the women you bring?”

“Only when I bring department chairs,” he said, smiling.

“Have you ever brought a student here?” I asked accusingly.

He smiled. “I was tempted a couple of times in my first year of teaching, but I never did. Undergraduates are pretty, but I don’t find them especially sexy.”

“You like older women,” I said, a question phrased as a statement.

“Women who know what they’re doing,” he said. “Women mature enough to understand themselves.”

Strange how the conversation had moved from the abstract to the hypothetical, and now very near the concrete, and yet he didn’t seem to be steering it. Down below, I was feeling tingly and a little wet.

He was relaxed in his chair, legs crossed, one hand in his lap while with the other he toyed idly with his nearly untouched scotch.

I leaned forward and took a sip of my wine. “I’m still your supervisor,” I said, “even if that doesn’t mean much in an academic department – even if I’ve given up any real authority over you. I’m not allowed to have sex with you.”

“What if I’m the one making the approach?” he said. “If I proposition you, are you allowed to accept?”

“Not really,” I said, though I was thinking to myself that no one would know.

“I resign,” he said. “Effective immediately.”

I said, “You can’t do that. You’ve got to finish out the term.”

“You’ll have to hire me as an adjunct on Monday,” he said, smiling. “And now that we’ve settled the workplace issue, I’ll say what’s on my mind. Only once – I’m not going to badger you. I want you to go with me to a private room here and submit to me. I want to rule you, and I want to make love to you. Will you go with me?”

“Are you going to fuck me,” I asked, “like Christian Grey?”

“I want to make love to you the way you want to be made love to,” he said. “If I’m right in my guess about you, we’ll both get tremendous pleasure out of it.”

“No bondage,” I said, gesturing at the manacles on the wall. “After what I’ve done to you tonight, I’d be insane to allow you to make me helpless.”

“No bondage,” he smiled. “Anything else?”

I glanced at the whips hanging on the wall. “Do you use whips?” I asked.

“Sometimes.”

“Do you hit hard?”

“If we were to play that way, you’d get to say how hard and when to stop.”

“What else should I be worried about?”

“Probably not much. I don’t do edgeplay – cutting, scat, things that risk real damage, either physical or psychological. But when I’m demanding that you obey me, some of the fun, for both you and me, is in pushing a bit – getting you to do things you haven’t done before, or withholding or delaying things you like. If I push too hard, you can say ‘Red’ and I’ll stop everything. If you want to slow things down, change directions, or pause to talk about what’s going on, say ‘Yellow’ and I’ll check in with you.”

“Why shouldn’t I just say ‘Stop’ or ‘Slow down’ or ‘Wait a minute’?”

“A lot of people find it a turn-on to say ‘Stop’ and not mean it. Begging for mercy and not getting any can be incredibly hot. This is a game for people who like their play intense, and with at least an illusion of danger. But if you’re more comfortable letting words have their normal meaning, that’s fine with me. In that case we won’t need safewords – ‘Red’ and ‘Yellow.'”

“Let’s let words have their normal meanings for now,” I said. “‘Stop’ means stop.” Only after I’d said this did it occur to me that my language – my omission of subjunctives – was committing me to this evening of insanity. I took a deep breath and looked at him. He’d understood me too, and his lips were curled into a gorgeous wolfish smile. I wanted him to take me in his arms and kiss me, though I guessed that he had a lot more in mind than kissing, or even sex.

“Okay,” he said. “You can pause the action at any moment to ask questions, make adjustments, change course, or call a stop to the whole thing. If you’re ready, I just have to get a key from Boswell.”

“Is his name really Boswell?”

“I have no idea. We call the day man Johnson, if that’s a help.”

I laughed and said, “Go ahead and get the key.”

He left, and I looked around the room again. The pictures hadn’t changed, but they seemed much more erotic now. The middle-aged man on a leash was sitting on the floor beside his mistress’s chair, looking for all the world like a dog. She fed him a nut from a bowl on her table and glanced my way. She gave me a tight little smile, as if we shared a secret, and I smiled back at her. The man turned his head to look at me, but she jerked his leash sharply, and he returned his attention to her.

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Irma’s New Toy Pt. 03

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Drake now felt the true consequences of what he’d let himself in for, his anus tingling with a fear he’d not anticipated while it clenched at the plug, a fear which aroused his deep submission in supreme fashion as he was led on all fours to be humiliated before women he’d never met. Irma’s superb globular cheeks bustled in the creaking black leather skirt while her hand gripped the cane he’d beg for, Eunice’s mature and shapely arse jostling in the silk and chiffon beside her, their feminine scents serving to calm his fear a little, the leash ensuring he’d face that fear, its command via the hand of Irma making his progress toward it inevitable. His mind went to his first viewing of that supreme figure in the store while he was free, the way she’d teased the truth from him with such ease; the whimsical conceit of her dominance crushing his ego into submission, having him shown his place below her with immediate effect. Now he was caged, plugged, and leashed. He was dominated. He was her toy. His cock bulged to its confined limit in the curved cage, his balls and anus tingling in unison at the lush reality of his position; the fear of exposure and humiliation under her cane was exquisite.

Eunice smiled down at him with curt contempt as she opened the door to a large lounge, Drake’s cock pulsing in the cage which held it curved down in obedience on his nose being assailed by the waft of mingled feminine essences. Irma’s cunt tingled gloriously, her nipples rock hard through the black silk as her dominant ego swelled with pride on leading her latest conquest in to be viewed and soundly humiliated by her. Drake’s anus clenched hard at the plug as he felt all eyes upon his exposed features while the array of sneering women therein, applauded her triumphal entrance.

The laughter and applause as the focus of the entire feminine audience concentrated on him was a truly humbling yet exciting experience; he felt himself glow red with the exposure, but the cat calls and scorn kept his cock bone hard in its bent position of captive submission. The intensity of the humiliation as he was paraded naked and leashed by a woman, one knowing and showing she had complete control of him while others mocked his weakness was everything he had masturbated over, and the spiteful reality of it was overwhelming. Watching Irma’s strut and pompous body language before him as she basked in the adoration at her bringing yet another male down to absolute defeat, was a submissive ecstasy all of its own, the array of sexually charged women prodding and commenting as he passed in shame. A mature brunette in a long latex skirt puffed on a cigarette with a long holder, scoring his flank with the sharp nails of her free hand, and sneering as he was led by.

“Another fresh one for punishment Irma… I so love breaking new flesh.” A spiteful looking and much younger redhead, pulled the riding crop she’d been rubbing her satin clad mound with, and played the scented flap under his nose.

“I trust you’ll have him show us all personally how much he likes licking arseholes? He was so keen in the video.” Drakes cock pulsed pre-cum as the women sneered at his automated and grateful sniffing at the crop; they knew he was a slave to his own submissiveness, and they’d thoroughly enjoy his public introduction to the life of servility he could not escape now. Drake’s mind went to the many videos he’d masturbated over, now he was living through those scenarios and the raw humiliation and fear of what was to come, was tempered by the rewarding sense of resignation that the belittlement brought on; he knew he was a weak and worthless toy to all women, and the caning he was to receive would have him confirm that publicly, he had nowhere to hide now.

Irma was now ready to have him confirm the strength of her power over him, tugging him with a sneer through the avenue of seated dommes to a large black leather sofa, the broad arm at one end ominously vacant of any excited females – the other suitably occupied by several pairs of eager eyes and the nylon and leather clad legs which would add to his humiliation. She pulled him to the corner of the sofa.

“Kneel!” The grinning women looked on in satisfaction as Drake assumed position on his knees immediately, forcing the plug deeper into his anal passage and making his balls tingle on being displayed. She turned her ample arse to his face and slowly unzipped her pencil skirt, letting it drop to the floor, and giving him a view of her globular cheeks clad in kırklareli escort the tight black waist high panties that had captivated him so. His cock boned in the cruel trap, it’s flesh threatening to burst with the pressure as she first wobbled the flesh within with one hand, then slowly turned to face him, offering a panorama of her broad thighs and curved belly held tight by the fabric. She now faced him, showing the pert camel toe of her aroused cunt, the lips so teasingly prominent in relief through the black material. She ran a manicured finger through the delicious slot, the wetness of her cunt giving a gleam like satin through her panties.

“Sniff!” He gasped through the gag as he craned his neck, placing his nose into the comforting warmth of her cunt and sniffed frantically, the seductive scent making him ache to come. The women sneered and laughed as he openly humiliated himself in showing the obedience he’d learned through Irma’s cane. The dominant woman posed in victorious pomp, her pleased look edged with raw contempt at the conquered male as he sniffed at the scent of the woman who had crushed his resistance totally. He was now ready to enjoy the crushing humiliation of having his own voice confirm her absolute supremacy, and she relished it. She pulled his head back and slapped his face playfully, then looked around into the faces of her sneering friends.

“Shall we hear his voice now… have him confirm what he did in awe of my power?” The young redhead offered her spiteful opinion immediately, the delightfully sexual anticipation in the croaking tone of her voice making him yearn to oblige in tasting the hot folds of her anus, which she’d demanded so readily.

“Oy yes! Let’s do hear him.. I do so enjoy the admission of a male’s shame, given up in his own humiliating words!” He watched the spite in her eyes as she lifted a leg to the arm of the chair, displaying a wet camel-toe, tight and inviting in the crotch of her satin panties, and twisting the crop in her fingers. Irma pushed him to his knees, and stood one hand on hip, the other toying with the cane, savouring her dominance for a few moments; with the wet gusset of her high black panties close to his nose, her friends licked their lips and sneered at him as she bent and untied the gag which had made his kissing of Eunice’s feet so delightfully awkward. She then knelt and undid his cage.

“I think we’ll see the pleasure of your humiliation, as well as hearing it.” He reddened as the women jeered on seeing his cock stand rigid as soon as it was released; there was no doubt whatsoever that he was an inferior male, and deserved everything they had in store for him, his weakness confirmed their contempt and the cruellest of punishments in their eyes. Irma stood, supreme in her triumph as she prepared to humiliate him, her cunt hot at the prospect at having her new male expose his willing submission for the first time.

“Tell them, tell them what you did in awe of my dominance!” He felt the eyes of each woman burn into him, ready to unleash their scorn, and baulked at the task for just a moment; Irma placed the cane under his chin, and gave him a superior sneer, and the sheer presence of her dominant form had him obey meekly without further hesitation

“I… I came… orgasmed… without masturbating.” The sneers and laughter of the women was expressed with both sincerity and some exaggeration, humiliating him superbly; the feeling of having his ego reduced so thoroughly by spiteful women had his cock pulsing rock hard, and his anus tingling as though a naughty boy scolded by a strict teacher. He now found himself at some ease after blushing with embarrassment, and yearning for further humiliation, which was swift in coming. Irma stepped forward and nestled her womanly frontal bulge to his face.

“Sniff my cunt in preparation for what’s to come… we all want to see you nice and horny, being as you come so easily.” The comments from the other women continued as he slipped his nose to the now sopping camel-toe, and sniffed hard at the spicy scent, the lush aroma becoming an elixir to him; he hoped upon hope she’d have him sniff at her arsehole too. Eunice’s contempt for him, and her desire to see him punished, grew inexorably as she watched him sniff at Irma’s cunt like a suckling pup at its mother’s teat.

“I’ll bet he masturbates daily, he’s so feeble. You’ll need to keep his little cock locked up tight Irma, afyon escort so’s he performs adequately on the rare occasion he’s allowed relief.” The spiteful ginger bitch stood close, Drake seeing the gloriously milky white thighs through the corner of his eye, his cock boning as he imagined the soft brown pucker she’d have, tight and wondrously savoury on his tongue; he yearned to oblige her request. Her delectable and cutting spite had his cock oozing with her next comment as she stroked his hair.

“Ohhh!, I do hope we see him spunk spontaneously again… I’d so like to watch his disgrace, then punish him for it.” Irma smiled in ironic fashion at the girl, pulling Drake’s head away from her tingling cunt and then staring him in the eyes.

“Oh he’s going to be punished for it, and he’s going to come again, and you and everyone here is going to have satisfaction from him.” She flicked her cane and licked her lips, Drake’s anus squeezed at the plug.

“…and what is it you deserve for wasting your seed without permission?” Her whole body seemed to shimmer as she stood tall over him and flexed the cane between both hands. Drake gasped in trying to catch his breath and tell her what she wanted to hear… what he feared… and what his stiff cock told him he must endure; his fear being that he’d crave the pain.

“I…I deserve.. deserve to be caned.” The women sneered and all moved closer, excited at the prospect of seeing him thrashed. Irma’s cruel smile broadened, as she pointed her cane to the exposed and wide arm of the padded leather sofa.

“Over you go! I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this, and you’ll spend before I’m done.” Two of the women grabbed his arms, and led him stumbling to the arm, pulling him over as another caressed his legs, then bound his ankles with a silk ribbon. The sultry blonde had a gratuitous feel of his balls after doing so, the pressure making his stomach churn, but bolting his cock rock solid.

“We don’t want your legs flailing about when the pain bites, and secured, you’ll appreciate the sting of the cane so much more.” Drake’s cock ached as it slipped below him, stimulated wonderfully by the leather, and the lubrication it wept was further increased by the young ginger woman; she slid herself over his outstretched arms, seating her soft warm buttocks on them, spreading her legs and offering the bulging camel-toe of her cunt up to his face. Her eyes were wild with erotic excitement as she claimed the perfect position to witness his pain and taunt his humiliation. She looked up at the other women, who rued her pluck in getting the spot before they’d thought of it.

“Well?.. someone has to make sure he doesn’t struggle…” She sneered down at him, contently comfortable, her panties already showing a darker patch from her arousal.

“…and it’ll prepare him for licking my arsehole when he’s done.” Irma watched him automatically sniff for the ginger’s tart scent, creating a pang of bitchy jealousy within her as she stroked the cane through the air, testing its flexibility and making the delightful sound which had his anus tingling immediately.

“Sniffing at what’s not yours eh? I don’t recall giving you permission!… I’ll have you pay for that, then I’ll have you reminded of what a true redhead smells like.” The ginger bitch smiled curtly at Irma while the others gave ironic laughter, and slid her inviting cunt even closer to his nose, ensuring Irma’s jealousy was transmitted through the cane. The milky skinned harlot had an ulterior motive for incurring the superior woman’s ire; she had been caned by her before, then taken anally with a generously sized strap-on. The memory of that caning, and Irma’s broad thighs thrusting as she watched in the mirror, her fingers hard at her clitoris while her still stinging buttocks were buffeted by the dominant matriarch, was a pleasure she longed to repeat. Irma’s wicked smile as the pretty tart defiantly edged her cunt toward the strict redhead’s new property, told her that pleasure was guaranteed.

Drake twitched with a discomfort that soon evolved into an erotically humiliating euphoria, as the sharp fingernails of the haughty Eunice scratched at the softness of the exposed cleft of his buttocks.

“We can’t have the cane damaged on this!” Drake squirmed, the feeling of being held captive and at the utter mercy of feminine power, brought home exquisitely as his ankles tested their silken bondage on Eunice’s amasya escort delicately manicured fingers securing the base of the anal plug. His cock pulsed pre-cum in a rapture of sordid pleasure as she began to ease it out, the sneers and taunting laughter of the women so strangely pleasurable as the violating object began to emerge for their inspection. He gasped, taking in volumes of the bitchy ginger’s arousal as his anus was slowly stretched by the removal of the conical device. Eunice amplified his humiliation.

“Oh my, Irma… It is a nice big one you’ve awarded him…” As the women laughed on it being slipped out and held high for inspection, she fingered his anus playfully, her cunt tingling as she watched his discomfort.

“Don’t worry, you shall have it back when you’ve been tenderised… it’ll go back so much easier then.” Irma’s impatience was now beyond its limit; her cunt wet with arousal at the excited interest shown by her friends, she was now ready to impress on Drake that she was rightfully the centre of his attention. She strutted into the field of his vision, displaying the cane he’d earned, and also giving the mischievous ginger a wry smile. Drake panted with anticipation as she eased her black panties down from her generous hips and broad thighs, showing him her wet cunt in all its glory. She grinned with satisfaction as her property was hooded with the panties, Drake sniffing furiously at the wet gusset over his nose, the delicious spicy aroma keeping his cock rigid, and having his submissive weakness peak in a yearning for that cane. She smirked at the slightly despondent ginger as she addressed Drake.

“There! Now you know who your true Mistress is. You’ll now feel her too. The women applauded eagerly as she stood dominant, hand on hip, and without further ceremony, brought the cane whistling down. Irma’s sadistic lust flowed as the cane bit hard into his soft flesh with a resounding crack, and his head lifted, wailing and snorting into the gusset, a sweet red line blossoming on his cheeks as they rippled and awaited the next stroke. As the pain still warped through Drake’s body, he heard the descent of the cane and felt the venom of his Mistress once more, then again and again as Irma sated her spiteful desire, the tears soon flowing as he was well and truly owned by her. The dominant redhead showed no mercy with the cane, her wet cunt massaged close to orgasm by her movement with the rod, her dominant ego teased to a spiteful peak as his inviting backside was striped scarlet at her whim.

Drake’s misery at the stinging strokes was thoroughly enjoyed by his equally spiteful audience, and as he wept like a beaten child, the pain and the sneering pleasure of the faces he could see, opened up a lush vein of masochistic ecstacy which teased and tempered his agony. He twisted to see the acute spite that fired his Mistress as she applied the cane mercilessly, and his cock acknowledged the divine power she had over him. As he humped and squirmed on the leather arm, he knew he was being more than just physically beaten; the song of the cane became blissful as his balls heralded his absolute surrender to her undeniable power over him, and his arse rose to meet the cane in worship of its wielder. The women hastened the surrender of his seed by voicing their contempt as his cock thrust urgently.

“He’s going to come Irma… you have him! He’s going to shame himself wonderfully!” Drake snorted hard at the gusset, the sticky fabric pulled into his nostrils by his frantic breaths at the intoxicating scent, and his pitiful sobs turned to a turgid moan, the ginger woman now locking her knees about his head as she enjoyed watching his eyes either side of the gusset, roll in contorted ecstasy. Drakes mind went to a heaven he could never have imagined as the whip of the cane brought the semen bursting from his cock, hot and plentiful below him, the jetting pulses of his milk choreographed by Irma’s triumphal strokes as she had him spend in total submission. As he writhed and spent in a rapturous ecstasy, Irma pulled the ginger bitch to the floor, much to her disdain and the enjoyment of the others, and slipped her wet crotch up to the panting face of her new toy.

Drake was still in the waining throes of his delicious orgasm as he felt the panties lifted, and found his face pulled into the sweaty abyss of his Mistress’s folds. She was frantic as she pushed his face down to the tangy haven of her hot and moistened pucker.

“Get that tongue up my arsehole now! Show it the respect you’ve learned today!” Drake’s continuing ecstasy, and the confirmation of his absolute submission to all who witnessed it, was set in stone as he eagerly sampled the sharp tangs of her hot anus, probing lovingly into its hot tightness as she lifted her thighs and stroked her budding clitoris to a victorious orgasm.

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