I Got What I Asked for Pt. 04

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Karen and I continue growing as a couple by stepping even further out of our comfort zone by openly sharing deeper fantasies and reversing the roles. Karen is my loving wife and everything we are doing stems from a loving relationship. At this point in the story it is more about bondage and control. Since we continue to get chastised by the anonymous category police, we have changed our category to BDSM. We are getting the impression that according to the category police, the loving wife category is strictly for sex in the missionary position. If the anonymous police would like to contact us privately, we would be more than interested to get a better understanding of the categories.

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I’m not sure how far this crazy bitch will go so I plan on doing as I’m told. Well, for the most part anyway.

On Sunday, we just hung out and as promised, she allowed me to wear nothing but the collar, leash and cock cage. She did sit on my face several times demanding I lick her to orgasm, I of course, did as I was told with a smile.

When it was time for bed, she took the collar and leash off and as a reminder hung them in the bedroom where they could be seen. She then said, “The cage stays on, I don’t want you jerking off, maybe, if you behave, I will allow you some relief in a few days.”

She smiled and said, “Just remember, this whole thing was your idea.”

I wonder when the next private showing is at the boutique, I think it’s my turn?

I Got What I Asked for Pt 4

On Monday morning I assumed she would remove the cock cage before I went off to work. Apparently, I assumed wrong, she said, “It’s not coming off until I’m ready for it.”

The cage stayed on until Wednesday evening. By now my balls were ready to explode, I tried every way possible to jerk off but it just was not happening. When my dick got really stiff the cage became uncomfortable and restrictive.

When I got home on Wednesday, Karen met me at the door wearing her new leather mini skirt leather bra and very sexy lace up heals, she was holding the key.

She asked, “So was this adventure everything you wanted it to be?”

I smiled and responded, “And then some. I enjoyed the continued attention and not knowing what you would pull next. I have to admit, going to the boutique and getting others involved really pushed it over the top.

A wicked smile came across Karen’s face, she said, “Let’s get that jacket off.” She slipped my jacket off and started loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt, I was not sure where she was going.

“Like you said a few days ago, I would have expected some rope or maybe handcuffs and a few smacks on my ass. I never expected it to go public and last for several days.”

While unbuttoning my belt and pants, Karen said, “I have to admit, I was doing this for you and really didn’t expect to get into it as far as I did. I pretty much thought we would play on Friday night and Saturday but that would be the end. Kick off your shoes.”

I just smiled as I was kicking my shoes off and she dropped my pants. I was left standing in the front doorway with nothing on but my socks and cock cage.

“So, would you like to be my toy again?” Karen asked with sheepish excitement.

I said, “absolutely” and she unlocked the cage.

She said, “Than I need to start planning now because, Pam’s private showing is in two weeks, I’m assuming you will be my little slut for the evening.”

She didn’t wait for an answer and said, “Go take a shower, you have 10 minutes. Your outfit for this evening is on the bed.” She slapped my ass hard as I passed her heading to the stairs. I was not sure what was up, but I am well aware of Karen’s new found confidence. I ran up the stairs and directly into the shower.

When I stepped out into the bedroom, I found a pair of very nice blue silk boxers on the bed with a note that said, “It is my turn to please you tonight”.

I went down the stairs and smelled dinner cooking, Karen met me in the living room wearing nothing but the black leather mini skirt and the heals. She had two cocktails in her hands and said, “let’s go outside while dinner finishes cooking, it’s going to be a while.”

When we stepped out the handcuffs were still hanging off the trellis. She said, “take a big sip, it is time to be cuffed again.”

I didn’t want to stall her new comfort zone in any way, so I obeyed. She said, “Take another big sip and give me the other one.”

So here I am, back at her mercy except this time she didn’t put the locks on, I could pretty much escape anytime, not that I really wanted too.

She went behind me and started giving me a very nice standing body massage. I don’t know where she had it hiding, but the next thing I knew was that I was being cover in warm massage oil. This artvin escort felt awesome, she was rubbing me from head to toe, I just put my head back and closed my eyes. She was being very careful to massage just to the base of my cock without touching it.

She had obviously removed the skirt because she was rubbing her oil soaked naked body against mine. My dick was hard as a rock and I needed to cum.

After about fifteen minutes of this amazing treatment, she got on her knees in front of me and focused all of her attention on my cock and balls. She continued teasing me just enough to bring me to the edge than she would move.

I begged, “Oh babe please suck my cock, let me fill your mouth, I’ll be your slut anytime, you can do whatever you want, please suck me.”

She took the tip of my cock between her lips than in one smooth motion, grabbed my ass cheeks and drove my cock down her throat. As hard as I tried, my restraints diminished how hard I could fuck her face but it didn’t matter as she took matters into her own hands. She pulled my ass as hard as she could and swallowed my cock right to the base. I held on for about half a minute than shot string after string into her wanting mouth. Karen will usually swallow the whole load but not today. I don’t think she even tried to swallow, instead she let the cum spew all over her face and tits than down to her pussy.

Karen, caught her breath and said, “Oops, look at the mess you just made, how would you like me to clean it up?” Before I could say anything, she eagerly had the first scoop on her fingers heading for her waiting tongue.

Once it was all cleaned up, she rubbed up against me again, gave me a cum kiss and said,” I think I’m becoming a slut and I’m liking it, how about you?”

I responded, “Babe, you can’t begin to imagine.”

She uncuffed me and said, “Sit down and relax, I’ll get dinner.

Ten minutes later we were both still naked and she served dinner along with another cocktail.

Over the next week we were very involved at work and other stuff so there was little time for continued adult play or to even discuss Pam’s showing other than we confirmed with each other that we were going.

It was pretty obvious that Karen was preparing something for the event but I really was not sure what.

Friday night came with the event the following evening. We were a little nervous but more excited anticipating the Saturday event. We had a couple cocktails to calm our nerves and I was hoping for a blowjob or a good old fashion fuck but it clearly was not happening.

Karen said,” We are putting your cock cage on tonight so there is no risk of you getting off.” I reluctantly agreed and let her put it on me.

We went to bed but I had some plans of my own that Karen didn’t know about.

When she woke up in the morning, she found one of her hands was handcuffed to the headboard.

I pretended to still asleep but was not, I clearly heard her say, “What the fuck!”

She nudged me and said, “What the fuck is this?”

I smiled and said, “Today, it is all about me and you are going to serve me.”

She said, “Ok but what about the party tonight.”

Oh yah, that, “You will be my guest at the party and we will see if you are really enjoying becoming a slut.”

She tried looking pissed, ” I was planning on using you as my toy tonight.”

She said, “Let me go, I have to pee.”

I said, “unlock this collar and put these shackles on your ankles and I will unlock the cuffs.”

The shackles were made of soft leather with a chain between that would allow the wearer to walk, but only with short steps.

She said, “Fuck you.”

So, piss on yourself.

She reached for the key and threw it at me, then put the ankle shackles on leaving them loose enough that she could slip them off. I saw what she did and said, “What happened when I was disobedient when you were in charge? Now I’m in charge, tighten them up.”

She did as she was told and I undid the handcuff. She got up to go to the bathroom and shuffled with little steps across the room.

When she came back, I told her what I wanted French toast, two fried eggs and a coffee for breakfast.

She sat down and smiled, “I guess fair is fair and it is my turn. I warn you; my head has been spinning as a result of this new found freedom I have discovered. I have been thinking about so many different possibilities and my fantasies, I’m not even sure how far I will let go. That being said, use me, have fun with me, feel free to smack me now and then when I’m disobedient. Oh, and for tonight, be careful what you wish for.”

I told her that she would be in the shackles all day so I lengthened the chain a little so she could walk better.

She went downstairs and made breakfast as requested, as usual everything was perfect. When we finished breakfast, we were sitting outside talking and I said, “You mentioned your fantasies, would you like to share?”

Karen said, “Not really, you will aydın escort not think much of me if I tell you,”

I said, “Babe, my fantasy that we just lived out could have had the same effect on you, how was I to know that you would have not thought of me a some kind of depraved animal when I told you I wanted to be dominated by you?”

She responded, “I didn’t think that of you at all, at first I was a little uneasy but once I let loose, I had a blast. Honestly, it has put my head in a whole new place in so many regards. Beware, you never know when I will slip another pair of cuffs on you and how I will use you for my pleasure.”

I said, “It really makes me happy that you got into my fantasy and that we will do it again sometime.”

She said, “Than take these fucking shackles off me and put them on yourself so you can be my slut tonight.”

I responded, “Sorry cunt, you are mine tonight.”

“Then, here goes”, she took a deep breath and told me, “I want to be exposed in public, I have always enjoyed a little bit of exhibition and I want to take it further.”

I smiled “That works for me, I love showing you off like when we went to the gentleman’s club and you wore that sheer top. The guys could not get their eyes off of you and I loved it, the best part was that I knew it would be me fucking you in the parking lot.”

I said, “Be a good girl and go out on the front porch and get the paper for me.”

She of course protested, “The only thing I have on is a set of shackles and you want me to go out on the front porch.”

I nodded yes and I want it now.

“Fuck you, we have neighbors.”

“Then you better be quick and hope none of them are walking their dogs.”

With that she saw that I had the flog. I said, “Turn around.” The flog cracked her once on the ass leaving a small red mark.

She said, “Is that all you got?”

She got three more slaps with the flog and now her ass was on fire.

She said, “Ok, I’ll get the paper now. But before I go, the rest of my fantasy would be for you to bring one or maybe even two of those guys out so I could suck their dicks and fuck them.”

I think she was fucking with me, I can see her flashing her tits and maybe some pussy but I doubt she would go through with taking on a couple of strangers, or is she stepping out?

She blew me a kiss and went out and down the few steps, picked up the paper. She paused for a moment looking around than came back on the porch standing there admiring and sniffing her flower baskets.

Finally, she came back in and I said, “Are you mocking me you fucking bitch?”

“I would never do that, I worship you, you are my master and I would never mock you.”

I’m starting to get pissed at her. My first inclination is to take the flog and turn her ass bright red but this is about fun and real pain isn’t fun to inflict or receive.

I decided to give her some of her own medicine, “Get you fucking disobedient ass out on the patio.”

She said, “fuck off”.

I knew she was just playing me, so I took the flog and snapped it right on her pussy. Not hard but enough to get her attention. Then, on her tits, and back to her pussy, apparently the tender skin on her tits and pussy made her realize she should be a little more cooperative. She walked out without any more hesitation.

We went to the trellis that was the site for some of my own humiliation. I threw the cuffs over the rail and snapped her into one than the other. I said, “Do you remember how cold this water was?” She nodded.

I added, “This time it hasn’t been sitting out in the sun all day warming up, it’s going to be cold.”

In a hushed tone she said, “fuck.”

“I didn’t hear you, what was that”

“I said FUCK!”

I had the hose in my hand and said, “I know first- hand just how cold the water is and I will agree to not hose you as long as you behave and you apologize to me for mocking me over your naked walk around the front yard.”

She sheepishly responded, “I will behave and I will not mock you anymore.”

“Ok, I will save the hose for later.” I went on to say, “I’ll be back shortly.”

She asked, “Where are you going?”

“None of your fucking business.”

I returned about twenty minutes later with my camera. “What are you going to do with that?” she protested. “You’re not taking pictures of me.”

“Yah, I am and if you don’t do as you are told they will be posted on the internet on one of those naked wife sites. Didn’t you just tell me you want to expose yourself? Here with the click of a mouse you will appear on thousands of screens around the world.”

I snapped about twenty pictures and she protested the entire time.

“Do you remember that strap on dick you shoved up my ass?”

“Yes, that was fun, I felt like you were my bitch and I was pounding it to you, I was in charge of your pussy fucked ass!”

She knew exactly what she was doing, she loves getting her ass fucked and she was pushing me to do just that. “Shut balıkesir escort the fuck up and spread your legs.”

She spread them as far as the shackles would let her and I spit on my dick and shoved it up her ass. I am usually very gentle when I fuck her ass but this time, I drove it home causing a little pain. The reality is I know how much she likes getting a little pain in her ass and this time was no exception. After a couple minutes of pumping I shot my load way up there.

When I pulled out, she said, “That’s all I get, I was hoping to get a good hard pounding not a wham bam and a quick thank you.”

She was continuing to piss me off with her attitude, I knew what I could do to her that would chill her out.

I picked up the camera again and started taking close up of her pussy and asshole with cum dripping out. She was starting to get into my picture taking by posing as much as she could despite being handcuffed and shackled. By the time I was done I had about a hundred shots.

I got my laptop and down loaded the pictures. I had full body shots with full face shots that would not hide her identity in any way.

I logged onto one of the web sites that posts individual shots within a minute or so from the time you post them. I showed her the site and told her I was going to post her naked pictures because I am not pleased with her mocking me.

She said, “you wouldn’t dare.”

With that, I hit the button and four shots were on their way.

The shots were of her dripping pussy and asshole, in the shots, you could tell she was bound but you could not identify her in any way.

Within a couple minute the pictures came up on the web site and I showed her.

She was happy that you could not identify her in the shots and that she looked really hot but said, I will behave, please no more.”

I asked her, “How many guys do you think will be jerking off looking at your pussy?”

She thought for a second and said, “I hope lots.”

I said, “You are enjoying this too much” with that, four more shots went off, this time, it was showing a little more face and it could leave a question in a viewer’s mind if they knew her.

When these popped up online, she realized the predicament she was in. She knew the next shot would be a full facial if she didn’t play the game.

When I was showing her the second round of pictures the comments started coming in for the first pictures. These were guys telling her what they would like to do with her and how fucking hot she was.

I clearly got the sense that she was enjoying showing off her naked body, along with the level of attention but at the same time she didn’t want her face all over a porn site, so she chose to behave.

I smiled and responded, “Fat chance, they are on for the day.”

It was approaching lunchtime so I told her what I wanted and that I wanted it served to me on the patio. By now she had pretty much accepted the fact that I owned her and that she would do as she was told.

She made a very nice lunch and we enjoyed the afternoon just relaxing in the sun.

Karen asked, “Are we still going to the showing tonight?”

“Absolutely” I replied.

“So, I guess you will not be the one wearing the collar and leash,” she said a little sheepishly.

I said, “No, I will be the one holding your leash.”

“Sounds like fun, I can be your whore in public”, she said with an evil glare, “I have been enjoying my new found diminishing inhibitions. I got a real thrill when I was out on the porch this morning knowing someone might see me.” She thought for a second and asked, “Are there more than one website where guys can post naked pictures of their wives?”

I said, “Yes, there are lots of them.”

She said, “Show me, I want to post more pictures. Are there any limits on what you can post?”

“I’m not sure what you mean”

She said, “You know, spread eagle pussy shots or shots giving a blow job.”

I said, “Yah, you can post just about anything.”

“Really, how about video? Could we do a video of me sucking your dick?”

“Yes, and thousands of people will see it, is that what you want?”

“Maybe.” She replied.

It was time to get ready for the showing.

I told Karen I wanted her do dress like a good little sub. She said, “I have never been a sub before, I’m not really sure what that means.”

I said, “I really don’t know since I have never had a sub before.”

I Would suggest, that little black skirt and bra with a thong, garter belt and stockings. We can take the shackles off but you will be cuffed or tied when we go.

She said, “Do you know how short that skirt is?”

I responded, “Yes, is it to long for your liking, we could get a shorter one for next time?”

“I think it will be perfect”, she replied.

Karen put her outfit on and I realized she was missing a collar when I remembered the collar that we got from Pam. It goes around her neck with large loops for the leash but it also has straps that go down the front and back with loops. I got the collar and put it on Karen. It looked awesome and I was able to cuff her hands to it on her back.

She looked great, ready to be taken advantage of. Her garters and stocking tops were completely exposed under her skirt and when she moved her thong was peeking out. Her five-inch stilettos made her legs and ass look phenomenal.

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Jacinta’s Story Ch. 17

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She rushes through the room, setting bowls of chicken wings for the men, knowing another wave is coming soon. Adroitly, she avoids men’s groping hands and tripping legs and feet. Her face is intense, almost in tears from the tension and the anticipated agony.

Then the cramp strikes…

“UHhhhhhhhh!!” she doubles over as it hits her like a sledge hammer. “OHHHhhhhh…..OHHhhhhhhh…”

She grasps her gut, dropping to a knee, “OOHhhhhhhhhh…….”

The pressure against the plug is intense, feeling the pressure to shit her guts out.

“Hey baby, everything ok?”

She hears her master’s voice. She tries to nod.

“Come here babe……..Come! …Now!”

She grunts, knowing she must obey. She forces herself to her feet. Somehow, she stumbles to Master’s chair. She kneels, head down.

“What’s the matter babe……?” He asks, petting her head.

She struggles to answer, her lips tight, “Nnn-nuthing Master.”

Her body rigid, bowed, taut with tension and pain.

He smiles, “That beer enema bothering you a little babe?”

She nods.

“That plug keeping it in okay? We don’t want the whore shitting in the living room. Do we?”

She shakes her head dutifully, “No Master.”

“What a mess that would be for a whore to clean with her tongue.”

She stiffens further, nods, “Yes…Master.”

“The game is about over babe. The boys are going to be needing some … ‘entertainment’.”

Stiffly she nods, eyes still staring down at the floor. She tries to stifle a sniffing sob. But the sniffle breaks her composure, as she is unsure how much more use and humiliation she can handle.

His hand soothingly pets her smooth blonde coif.

“Is that okay babe?”

His hand caresses a sweep of her bangs and he gently ardahan escort lifts her chin.

“You okay?”

Still stifling a sob, she nods…keeping her eyes down.

“Look at me,” he orders.

She glances up, her eyes wet. As her eyes meet His, she breaks down and sobs. Just then a cramp the size of an ocean liner hits her gut, and she doubles over.

“OKAY GUYS! New game! Our whore is the game! Whad’ya think guys?”

The men roar, clapping and cheering in approval. Bent over, crumpled in agony, she hears the roar.

“Okay, here it is…..my Whore here is the game…She is having trouble with cramps….” Laughter…. ” so ….first game… she is on all 4’s on the coffee table here…We put 6 beer bottles on the tray…..She has to balance the tray on her back for 2 minutes….. If she makes it without tipping the bottles…She wins.”

“If a bottle tips…..We win!!!” Roar. “And she has to suck piss from every man in the room!!” Roar…

Doubled over, forehead down on the floor, she groans…knowing she will never survive the next cramp and balance the bottles.

“Okay whore….up on the table…”

He grabs her by the hair and drags her to the coffee table, and forces her to crawl up on it. She looks around at the cheering crowd of black men. She shrivels in humiliation and terror, her body still shaking from the last wave of cramps.

A tray is placed on her back. She groans.

“Hold still whore…We are just placing the bottles on there now.”

She feels the clink of the bottles as they are placed on the tray. She closes her eyes, barely able to keep from screaming.

“Ooooookay…whore… Ready?”

She forces a nod.

“GREAT!”

The two-minutes start, adıyaman escort her face a mask of furrowed concentration. She realizes how narrow her back is… feeling the tray already tippy.

“OHH…OOOhhhh..OHhhhhhh…ohhhhhhh……”

Her eyes tear with concentration as she struggles to control her balance. Her head begins swimming from the alcohol in her bloodstream. The men are cheering, shouting. Raised on the table, she feels like an animal. Her face a mask of agony, thinking of sucking piss from each of them…. then it hits……

“UHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh…….”

A savage ripping agony tears thru her gut. The worst cramp yet floods her system. She lifts her face, mouth open in a tortured gasp.

“UHHHHHhoooooohhhhhhhh………uHHHHOOOOOOHHHHHhhhhhhh”

“Only 30 seconds……!”

Somehow the bottles haven’t tipped. Her eyes are rolling back in her head in agony. Then, a wave within a wave of vicious cramps slices thru her gut, the pressure pushing against the plug blockading her bloated bowels.

“UHHHHHHHoooooOOOOOOHHHHHHHhhhh…”

She bucks in agony, the bottles tipping and falling around her. The men cheer madly, laughing and clapping their hands.

Already a line is forming in front of her, the men busy undoing their zippers. She is doubled over in agony; face down, ass up, groaning miserably. She feels her hair gripped and lifted… her face yanked up roughly…

“YOU LOSE WHORE!”

“And what does the losing whore have to do? MMmmm?”

Master teasingly tugs her head from side to side by her hair.

“What does the losing whore have to do!?”

He slaps her face lightly from side to side.

“HMMMmmm? Tell me whore.”

“I…i…have karabük escort to….to suck…cocks….Master…..”

“Yes, pet…but what do you have to suck from the cocks…..Mmm?”

She feels his grip tighten on the hair at the back of her head. “Pee…..”

“Mmm-mm?” he nods, “and then…..?”

She sobs, “Swallow.”

“Very good pet…… Okay boys…..I think she is ready. Just a squirt from each,” he laughs.

She opens her eyes, just having barely recovered from the last wave to see a long black cock dangling against her nose, a hand supporting it there. She grunts, opens her mouth and takes the black cock in her mouth. Unexpectedly, a gush of urine shoots into her mouth filling it quickly.

She chokes as some drains down the wrong pipe.

“UHHHHHHLLLLggggg!!”

“Swallow it you bitch.”

“UHHHhhlllgg.”

She closes her lips as the cock slides out, and choking, gags down the sour urine. The sour acidic fluid burns down her throat. Master shakes her by her blond mane to get her to open for the next man.

She opens her eyes, another black cock waiting to slip in. The black cock slides into her mouth. This time she braces for the flood of urine…but…nothing… She opens her eyes, relaxing her throat.

“Suck it whore!”

She feels hands tighten in her hair. Using her tongue, lips and cheeks, she tightens her mouth around the cock and sucks…. Just as she does so, she feels the jet of pee shoot into the back of her throat…again gagging her.

She groans… her stomach sick from the acid, her throat burning from the pee, and still the line is…how long? The next cock slides in her mouth….fills it…she swallows….the next…..she has to suck it… then the pee…then the swallow.

Then the next wave of cramps hits…. She is disabled…doubled over in agony. The men wait….for a moment. Her hair is pinched, yanked; her mouth pulled open…the next cock enters…fills….she swallows.

She crumples on the table….as they finish….laughing and talking about the fun they have had with the whore. The next wave hits…..and is so bad she screams…

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Janie and Brandon

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INTRODUCTION

Let me tell you about my new girlfriend, Janie. We’ve been going together for a couple of months now, and I think I’m falling in love with her, but at the same time she scares the hell out of me. She has the sweet, innocent face of an angel and a hot, athletic body. Her breasts are nice sized, not huge, but firm and perky. She has a smooth, flat stomach and a nice round butt. Her long, straight hair is a beautiful, natural strawberry blond. Her personality is warm and charming, and everyone who meets her likes her. But when it comes to sex, behind that lovely exterior lurks the daughter of Satan. You see, she likes to be on top. I mean, she really likes to be on top. I’ve never come across a girl who likes to dominate men before, and I never thought of myself as being submissive, but she is opening up a whole new world for me.

AT THE RESTAURANT

On one of our first dates, we were sitting next to each other in a booth at a nice restaurant. After we ordered, and while we were waiting for our appetizers, I felt her hand rub my crotch under the table. I liked that. She unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zipper. I was rock hard by now and I looked around to see if anybody was watching. She pulled my dick out of my underwear and started to stroke it, while acting as if nothing was going on. Whenever somebody came by, she would stop, which was frustrating. Then she would start in again. Every time I started getting going, the waitress would bring some food or the damn busboy would come along and fill the water glasses. By the time the entrée came I was sweating and panting. Janie stopped stroking me to eat her dinner. I gobbled mine down, but she ate hers at a slow, leisurely pace. When she finished, she started on my dick again in earnest. By this time a couple at another table had figured out what was going on and looked at us with mild disgust. At that point, I didn’t care. She kept stroking faster, and suddenly I came. My arms shuddered on the table top. The other couple looked over again, appalled. The waitress was walking by and knew immediately what was going on. Janie calmly asked for the check, and I reached down to zip myself up. What I felt nearly gave me a heart attack. My pants were covered with come. I tried wiping it up with a towel, but that mostly just spread it around. If I went into the bathroom and washed it off, my pants would take hours to dry. There was no way I was going to be able to clean it up. I would have to walk out and hope nobody noticed. When the check came, I tossed the money onto the tray, leaving enough for a colossal tip. I whispered to Janie, “Walk out ahead of me, and for God’s sake stay close.”

She smiled, batted her pretty green eyes, and said in a voice as sweet as molasses, “Oh no, Brandon honey, you go first.”

I walked out with her behind me, the mess on my pants in plain view. People sitting near the aisle could probably smell it as I passed. That’s one restaurant I will never be able to go in again.

THE OTHER APARTMENT

The first time Janie came to my apartment, I was showing her the view, and she exclaimed, “Hey, I know some people in that building over there. Dan and Michele. I’ve been to their place. I bet they can see in here.”

I didn’t think anything more about it until a week or so later. I was at home when the phone rang. It was Janie.

“Brandon, are you up for something a little bit adventurous?” she asked.

Today I would know better, but at the time I didn’t realize what she was capable of. I said, “Uh, I guess so.”

She said, “Put the phone on speaker.” When I did, she went on, “I’m over at Dan and Michele’s, in the apartment building across the way. We can see you.”

I looked at the building she had pointed out before, but I couldn’t see anybody looking out. I later found out they had the lights off and were watching with binoculars.

She said, “Honey we want you to take off your clothes.”

I said, “You want WHAT?”

She replied, “Dan and Michele and I want to see you strip for us.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I thought about hanging up on her, but something was urging me on. I was surprised to discover that I was getting a little excited. I decided, “Oh, what the hell.”

I started to take off my clothes, and when I got down to my underwear, I heard an unfamiliar female voice in the background say, “Not bad. Make him turn around.”

Janie said, “Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly.”

My face must have been beet red at this point, but I did as she said. I noticed that I had a serious hard on, which I hoped they couldn’t see from that distance.

“OK, now take off your underpants,” Janie said.

I was mortified. I didn’t know what to do. But some irresistible force was driving me on. I pulled down my underwear, and my dick bounced up. It occurred to me that this Dan guy, whoever he was, was the first man who ever saw me with a boner.

Janie’s voice got very serious. “Now we want to see you jerk off.”

“No,” I moaned incredulously.

“Yes,” she replied, not angrily but with firm determination. kastamonu escort

I felt like I was in some kind of trance. As if someone else was controlling my actions, I licked my hand and started stroking myself. I’ve always been a little embarrassed about masturbating, probably the result of a somewhat Puritan upbringing. Everybody does it and everybody knows everybody does it, but I had never admitted to anybody that I do it. Yet here I was, jerking off in front of my girlfriend, two strangers and God knows who else may have been looking. But my embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop me from getting really turned on. I didn’t like having them watch me, but at the same time there was something kind of exhilarating about it. When I felt myself about to come, I cupped my other hand in front of my dick to catch it so it wouldn’t get all over the rug. I came into my hand, and noticed that there was a lot more than I usually shoot.

After I came, the reality of the situation hit me again, and my embarrassment increased about tenfold. It only got worse when I heard applause over the phone. I felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. But it wasn’t over yet.

The applause stopped and Janie said gently, “Now we want to see you lick that come off your hand.” I had never tasted come, and never wanted to. I didn’t understand how girls could do it. But I figured at this point I had no dignity left. I went ahead and lapped it up. It actually didn’t taste that bad, but the idea of putting something in my mouth that came out of my body was very disturbing.

Janie snickered and said in an inappropriately cheerful voice, “Thanks, honey. I’ll call you later.” Then she hung up.

I grabbed my clothes and went into the other room to get dressed and try to figure out what had just happened.

INTO THE WOODS

Janie and I discovered that we both like hiking. There is a national forest about an hour and a half away, so we decided to go up there for a day hike one Saturday. We put some sandwiches and water bottles into a daypack. She volunteered to drive. After we were on the freeway and the city traffic began to thin out a little, she said, “Take off your clothes.” I looked over at her and she smiled back. I realized there was no point in debating it, so I stripped completely. People in the adjacent lane couldn’t see anything if they were in a regular car, but anybody in a truck or a tall SUV could. One girl in a pickup looked down and laughed and gestured to her friend in the passenger seat, but the other girl couldn’t lean over far enough to see. I realized that if a schoolbus passed us I would probably be arrested. By now I was resigned to the fact that this was what life with Janie was going to be like.

As we got near the trailhead, she let me get dressed again. When we arrived, we got out and stretched. There were a few other people in the parking area. There usually are on weekends. It was a beautiful day. I put on the daypack and we started off. The trail was a nice, moderately strenuous one that we had both done before, but not together. After about three miles and a fair amount of elevation gain, she said, “Let’s go off trail.” That is not permitted, and there is no reason ever to do it, but I could tell from the tone in her voice that she didn’t have communing with nature in mind. We had a GPS with us, so there was not much chance of getting lost. We went about a half mile into the woods and found a small clearing that appeared to be pretty secluded. It was a grassy meadow. Occasionally we could hear the faint voices of other hikers on the trail, but we were far enough away that nobody could see us, as far as I could tell. She stopped and looked at me.

“Strip?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Strip,” she replied.

I took off the daypack and got undressed for the second time that morning, while she watched. Then she reached into the daypack and pulled out a piece of cloth and a short rope, which I didn’t know she had packed.

“On your knees,” she said.

I got down on my knees and she walked around behind me. She put the cloth over my eyes and tied it, then pulled my wrists together behind my back and tied them with the rope.

I felt something damp being rubbed all over my face, and realized from the smell that it was my own sweaty underpants.

“Stay,” she said, like she was talking to a dog.

I knelt there in the grass, with the warm sun on my naked body. I thought she was walking around, but I couldn’t really tell because the grass was so soft that I couldn’t hear her footsteps. I stayed like that for what seemed like an awfully long time. I had no idea what she was up to. Suddenly I felt her untying the rope and then the blindfold. She was naked now and I saw her clothes in a pile, but all I saw of my own clothes were my hiking boots and socks. I didn’t know what that was about, but I sensed it was not the right time to ask.

“Lie on your back,” she ordered. I did, and she straddled me and lowered her boobs onto my face. This I liked. I licked her kayseri escort nipples, one at a time. She swayed her tits over my face, then smothered me between them. After a while, she raised herself and edged up so her pussy was over my face. She rubbed her reddish bush against my nose and then planted her cunt over my mouth.

“Lick,” she ordered. I gladly serviced her with my tongue. She was good and wet, and I savored her juices. She ground herself down on my face to let my tongue go way up in her. Then she lifted herself a bit to let me service her clit. Meanwhile, I reached up and fondled her breasts. This went on for quite a while, and that was fine with me. Eventually, she got off my face and lay down next to me.

“Fuck me,” she ordered. I rolled over her and slid my dick into her. I fucked her slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. She had a couple of nice orgasms before I was ready to shoot. When I did, it was glorious. I came deep inside her. Afterward, I kept my dick in her until it softened and slipped out.

We relaxed for a while in the afterglow. It felt incredibly romantic. Later, she got up and went to the daypack, and pulled out some moist wipes, something else I didn’t know she had packed. She cleaned herself with a couple of them, then put the soiled ones into a plastic baggie for us to pack out. I appreciated her respect for the forest.

I asked, “Can I have a couple of those?”

“No,” she said, with a slightly wicked grin. I was sweaty, my dick was covered with our combined juices, and my face smelled like pussy. I realized I was going to smell like that until I got home.

She got dressed and took out the sandwiches. We had lunch in that idyllic setting, but I felt a little vulnerable since I was still naked. When we were through, I decided to bring up the subject of my missing clothing.

“Pardon me for asking,” I said somewhat sarcastically, “but where are my clothes?”

“I hid them. You can put on your boots and go look for them. I’m going to take a nap. Wake me when you find them.”

This forest is literally about a million acres. I had no idea which direction to start. I put on my boots and looked at her helplessly. It would have been futile to ask for a hint. I picked a direction at random and trudged off. I looked ridiculous wearing only boots, but fortunately nobody else was there to see me. I kept going into the woods, then coming back to the clearing and starting in a new direction. I had no way of knowing how deep into the woods she might have gone. After about an hour of this I was getting really frustrated and was debating whether to go back and beg her to tell me where they were. I shuddered at the thought of what the result of that might be. Then it dawned on me that my wallet and keys were in the daypack. If I couldn’t find the clothes, she would just make me leave them behind and hike back to the car naked. I had to find those clothes. Just then I got a glimpse of something red up ahead, the color of my shirt. I ran forward and there they were. She had tossed them into a branch just out of reach. I picked up a long stick and tried to knock them down, but they wouldn’t budge. I was going to have to shimmy up the tree and climb out onto the branch. Naked. I saw no alternative, so I started up. The bark was rough and scraped at my thighs. And I had to take care not to bang my balls into the trunk. To make matters worse, it was a pine tree so I got sticky sap on my legs, arms and stomach. But I managed to get my clothes and climb down. I sat on the ground to take off my boots so I could get my pants on. The sharp needles pricked my ass. I put on my underwear, and could feel bits of needles in them, so I had to pull them down again, brush off my ass, and shake the debris out of the underpants. I got the rest of my clothes on and headed back. My shirt and pants were sticking to my skin in places because of the sap. I could sure use some of those wipes.

When I got back to the clearing, Janie was awake. She smiled and gave me a kiss, then we headed back to the trail. On the way down we passed a couple of other hikers. I thought I saw one of them scrunch up his nose as if he smelled the sex on me. We got to the car and began the long drive home. It was not a very pleasant ride between the sticky sap and the smells, but on the other hand, that was one enjoyable fuck. I guess it was worth it.

NEIGHBORS

One night after a pleasant dinner at her apartment, we were making out on the sofa when she got that wicked gleam in her eyes. She sat up and said the now-familiar words, “Take off your clothes.” We were in her living room, which, like my place, has a view of a lot of different apartment and office buildings. Anyone could see in.

I did as she said.

“Get on your knees between my legs.” As I did that, she leaned back on the sofa and shifted her butt close to the edge.

“Reach up under my skirt and take off my panties.” She was wearing a long, full skirt. She lifted her butt to let me slip off her underwear.

“Sniff them.” In my nakedness, in kıbrıs escort front of the window, I held them up to my face and inhaled deeply.

“Now stick your head under my skirt and lick my pussy.” I crawled forward, pulled the skirt over my head and went to work. I licked all around her lips, and plunged my tongue in and out of her cunt. I buried my nose in there and squirmed it around. I backed up and licked her thighs and then dove back in.

After a while, she said, “Let’s go in the bedroom.” We both got up and she pulled me by my dick into the other room

“On your back,” she said. I lay down and she tied my wrists and ankles to the bed with some ropes, spread eagled. She lightly stroked my dick with her finger, making it bounce up and down comically. Then she got out her phone and punched in a number.

“It’s me,” she said. “He’s ready, come on down. The door’s unlocked.” I had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t sound good. She stroked my dick lightly again, just to keep me hard and on edge.

In about a minute I heard the front door open. Two guys walked into the bedroom. I recognized them. She had introduced them to me once at a party, although I had forgotten their names. They were a gay couple who lived down the hall. They were nice guys, and I’m totally cool with the gay thing, but I was more than a little uncomfortable about being on display like that for their enjoyment. I felt like a piece of live pornography. They walked around the bed, ogling me from every angle. One of them held up a camera phone and asked Janie, “May I?”

“Go right ahead,” she replied. He started taking pictures of me with the phone. He stood back to get some full-body views, then got in close to focus on my dick and balls. He knelt on the floor to get a shot between my legs. After he had enough pictures, he went over to his partner and rubbed the other guy’s crotch. The other guy’s big hard on was evident through his jeans.

The first guy said to Janie, “I think we’ll go now.” Obviously they were going back to their place to enjoy the pictures and each other.

Janie said, “OK, take care. I’ll catch up with you later.”

They left. I felt totally humiliated.

But then Janie made it up to me. She took off her clothes and got on the bed. She didn’t untie me, but she straddled me and lowered her cunt onto my dick. She moved up and down, clenching her strong pussy muscles on the upstrokes, and relaxing them on the downstrokes, which I love. It feels like she’s stretching my dick. Just as I was about to come, she pulled off and finished me with her hands. I like that because she has a good, strong grip, and she likes it because she likes to see me erupt. This time it nearly hit the ceiling. It landed all over the place, mostly on my chest. She licked it up lovingly. Then she untied me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I ran into those guys a couple weeks later in the elevator. They were very friendly and nobody mentioned that night, but I know my face was red.

THE PARTY

One time we had a small dinner party at my apartment for two couples who were friends of Janie’s. We were having cocktails and pleasant conversation when somehow the subject of sexual dominance and submission came up. I looked over at Janie with what must have been terror in my eyes. She smiled and said casually, “Brandon’s a submissive, you know.” My heart sank to the floor.

One of the other women said, “I don’t believe it. A strong guy like that? Can’t be. You’ll have to prove it.”

I realized at that moment that the whole evening had been a setup.

Janie looked at me with her icy calmness and said, “You know what to do.”

I dropped my head and started to get undressed. There was no getting out of it. There never is.

“Get on your knees and ask each of our guests if they would like to spank you.”

“Oh, God,” I thought.

I got down and crawled over to one of the women. “Would you like to spank me?” I asked meekly.

“Why yes, I would,” she replied. I turned around and she reached down and slapped my ass a couple of times.

“Next,” Janie said. I crawled over to one of the guys.

“Would you like to spank me?”

“Uh, no I don’t think so,” he replied. That was a small relief. I crawled over to the other guy.

“Would you like to spank me?”

The guy said, “Sure, why not?” I turned around and he spanked me once, hard. I had never had a man’s hand on my ass before.

“Next,” Janie said. I crawled over to the other woman. At least she would be the last.

“Would you like to spank me?”

“Yes,” she said and I turned around again. She spanked me two or three times and stopped. I looked up at Janie like a scared puppy looking at its master for instructions on what to do next.

“Let’s eat,” she said cheerfully.

I stood up and we all made our way into the dining room. Janie nonchalantly laid a towel on my chair, so I knew I wasn’t going to be allowed to get dressed. For the rest of the evening everybody talked and laughed as if there was nothing at all unusual about the fact that one of the people at the table was stark naked. My contributions to the conversation were, however, somewhat constrained. I was so embarrassed. When the party broke up, the ladies kissed me goodnight on the cheek and the men shook my hand, still keeping up the pretense that nothing was out of the ordinary. Afterward, Janie and I made wild, passionate love.

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Journey Into Electric Darkness

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WARNING, do not repeat any of the acts I describe here. They were stupid and dangerous and could have resulted in serious injury or death. This is a true personal account of how I got involved with BDSM and electric play as an ignorant person blind to the potential deadliness of my homemade toys. This story is not encouragement to try anything it describes and I discourage anyone from starting down this path.

I am a grown adult now but got into BDSM, electric play, and self bondage on my own early in life with absolutely no influence from anyone else. Until posting this story to the net it has been a complete and dark secret of mine. It is a bad idea to say at what exact age it all started but let’s just say it was the beginning of puberty.

The Experiment:

While playing with an instructional electronics kit there was a mistake involving a relay and an audio transformer that generated a square-wave ac signal. Touching the transformer output by accident produced a shock to the fingers. The feeling immediately captured my interest so I explored further by touching two wires to various parts of my body. Fortunately, safety was a concern and there was a clear knowledge not to not do anything stupid like connect a circuit across the heart. After playing with feet, legs and butt cheeks the next thing was to try sticking one wire up my ass and touching the other one just on the outside. With the contact area of single bare wires being so small the sensation was instant pinpoint burning pain. That was not fun right away but the potential was obvious that there had to be something worth further investigation.

The first step in my exploration was to go from a mistake to a serious electro shock circuit. Using a simple relay interrupter hooked up to pulse into a transformer worked fine. The frequency was too high at first and produced a tickle buzzy kind of feeling. Adding a capacitor across the relay slowed it down some. Playing with different values got the frequency reduced to about 50HZ which caused the most powerful muscle contractions. The overall sensation wasn’t strong enough yet so further modifications were needed to produce more output. More batteries helped and the audio transformer was very small so that was replaced with a larger one from a broken radio. That made it all too strong so it had to have a variable resistor added to adjust the output intensity.

Next, it was time to build and test various electrodes to see what they felt like. Larger surface area contacts produced less burning and more of a deep shock than small contacts. Also, if one electrode was large and the other was small then all of the sensation of shock would come from the smaller side. It was fun to place a large foil contact on each butt cheek and cause powerful contractions. From internal anal experimentation, the greatest sensitivity and muscle response was produced with the electrode placed 1/2 to 1 inch inside. This was determined after positioning electrodes at various depths up to about 10 inches. Placing an electrode deeper inside thinking it would give more powerful sensations is not correct. It didn’t do much even with full power, it just produced a weird sick nauseous ache inside that made me nearly throw up. That wasn’t very fun and the risk of damaging an internal organ seemed real so the deep stuff was abandoned and play was restricted to the outer regions of the anus. Two circular electrodes running around the probe produced pain but not much in the way of contractions. Side-by-side contacts running front to back along the probe caused a powerful response. Using the large transformer and touching the battery to it manually for just one single shock pulse caused a contraction hard enough to jerk the whole lower body around.

Seeds of Addiction:

It is hard to remember or describe exactly what I first liked about doing this. The sensations were just so addictive. It was unexplainable but I just liked this specific kind of pain from electricity and liked it best in my anus and nowhere else. I wanted more of it and could not be stopped. My ass kept getting used to the shock level and whatever hurt for a while would eventual fade and become uninteresting. This started a never ending desire for a more and more powerful sensation. The way to get it was adding more batteries and an even bigger transformer. The circuit was finally capable of an output level so high I could not work up the raw nerve to willingly turn the resistor all the way down.

Again, that became easy and boring after a while and new dimensions were needed. I wanted to feel out of control and push my limits of pain so an off switch was hooked up to a wind-up mechanical timer to produce a timed shock. I would try to just lay still and take it until the timer ran out but any level of shock tolerable for starting out would eventually become too small after a while. That meant repeatedly reaching over and turning up the shock to get more effect and again it was still limited by will power. That was fixed by hooking up a second timer to the variable resistor so the intensity would start out very bayburt escort small and automatically build up to maximum. It was exciting because the resistor didn’t always move smoothly and sometimes there would be big sudden jumps in shock level. Now hands were no longer needed to adjust the device once started and it was possible to tie myself up somewhat to pretend being stuck. At first it would always be tested briefly at maximum with the electrode in my ass to know exactly how much it would be and to make sure it was humanly possible to tolerate it full strength. That was still too much predictability and no real surprise. So, an extra battery would be added and the timers started without knowing how strong it was going to be when the resistor reached zero. Again it was not enough excitement because even with all the timers there was still some level of control since it was always possible to just untie the ropes and reach over to turn it off any time. The only possible escalation from here was true total loss of control combined with helpless submission to an unknown amount of pain.

Fantasies of Pain Come to Life:

This was the point where it became a true twisted obsession even at such a young age. I was addicted to this exact type of anal pain and nothing else would turn me on. The sad thing is that I didn’t even learn how to masturbate prior to playing with electricity and now I was so jaded there was no possibility of pleasuring myself without it. Looking back, there might even have been a danger of creating some kind of split personality with the sadistic inventor on one side developing ever more sophisticated torture devices to punish the insatiable masochist on the other side. This is the kind of self-bondage scene I was into less than one year after starting down this path:

The power source was highly refined now. It had a delayed start, measured shock duration and automatic power level increase timers. Rechargeable batteries were needed because there was no way to explain such a continuous need for expensive disposables. Rechargeables were not cheap either but it was easy to buy just a few at a time and build up to the needed amount. The charger only held four at a time so it took three days to get them all ready. It was hard to wait that long but it was better to be certain there was enough charge available to push the session over the edge and not run out rather than going early and suffering total disappointment. Sometimes I would glance over at it while doing my homework and think about all of that fantastic power storing up to be released back out and delivered straight into my rectum. Extreme care had to be taken since that many batteries short circuiting would easily start a fire leading to either embarrassing discovery or embarrassing death.

When it was all finally ready, I would start by taking out my homemade 1 1/2 inch diameter 6-inch long dual-contact electrode. The contacts had to be well lubricated to work right and this was done with just a bit of masturbation to produce the needed wetness. Sometimes I would pretend to be that other person, the sadist, running the probe up and down against me picking up my lubrication while ever so lightly patting my buttocks with desire and whispering “oh, just you wait and see what we have in store for you tonight”. This was an important beginning for the ritual because having my own body fluids ensure good electrical contact was a way of creating a full circle linking my sexual desire to the pain that was about to be inflicted. Just the thought of it gave me chills. The cold probe was then inserted slowly into my anus leaving about an inch sticking out. Hot-melt glue was squirted around the exposed end and my cheeks were pressed firmly together to make it stick good so it wouldn’t fall out when the thrashing began. The burning of the melted glue against my skin was just a small tease for all the glorious pain about to come. It would not stick to the inside smooth skin of my rectum but it stuck strongly to the outside. There was no hair in that region yet but if there had been it would have certainly been pulled off by all the glue. There was also a harness of metal cable threaded through a hole in the end of the probe and wrapped around my waist and secured with a lock.

One by one, batteries were taken from a pile on the floor and placed into their holders. It was a marvel that they looked so innocent and yet so much potential pain lived inside of them if you only knew how to set it free. The electronics went into a plastic box and sat 6 feet away from the bed locked into a desk drawer. The heavy power cable was taken from a thick outdoor extension cord and ran out and over to the bed and around a bed post several times to prevent any pulling from removing it from the shock source. From there it ran up onto the bed and into the probe in my ass. It was tied to the metal cable harness very well to prevent being pulled out of the probe. My feet were tied spread eagle to the bed posts with just about a foot of slack. There was another restraint bartın escort tied to my wrist using a combination lock and connected to a rope pulling my arm tight over my head to just about a foot short of the headboard stretching my body out tight in the center of the bed. The other hand was left free to masturbate but there was no way using all possible strength it could ever remove the electrode or undo any restraints. The room was pitch dark but there was a light on a regular wall timer set to turn on just after the session was completed. Once that combination lock on my hand was closed there was absolutely no return because it was too dark to see the dial on the lock. Sometimes there was a second or two of hesitation but I never failed to click that lock shut and seal my fate for the next hour.

It was an unbelievable feeling just waiting there in the dark anticipating what was about to happen. Adrenaline pumping in my veins and my heart beating fast. Counting out the seconds and listening to the muffled sound of timers ticking away in the drawer wondering when it would start. Questions dancing in my mind like how long until the power level built up to causing serious pain and exactly how much pain was going to result this time when the resistor reached zero and let the full unrestricted shock flood into my soon-to-be-tortured anus? Did the timers get set right and what if the off switch didn’t work this time? Did all of the wires get connected properly or was I going to just sit there like a complete fool while absolutely nothing happened for an hour? When the shock started it was always just a small tickle at first but the sexual excitement was undeniable. After about 6 minutes it went from tickle to slight pain and it was time to masturbate. The charge slowly increased and the feeling was pure pleasure so strong there was a ringing in my ears. It was a precisely timed sort of masturbation. If the orgasm came too fast then the full effect of the shock would be wasted but if it took too long then the pain level would get so high it would stop the pleasure seeking dead in its tracks. After the orgasm hit me and started to fade, the shock-induced pleasure that was my friend would turn against me and become all pain without pleasure. Still, the timer on the resistor ticked down, slowly but monotonously turning up the voltage bit by bit with the occasional small jump as the resistor stuck a bit as it rotated. Just a few minutes more and it hurt so bad my body twisted around in bed straining at the restraints in vain. It was no fun now, why did I do this to myself? … and it was too late to ask.

My mind raced over escape plans but there was nothing possible. Sometimes I would claw at the electrode and try to pull it loose. It was no use, the restraints were just too strong but that was the whole idea. Struggling wasn’t meant to gain freedom, it was just a way of fully acting out the part of a helpless torture victim. There wouldn’t be much need for play acting in a few minutes because it was all about to get very real. There was no way to stop this inevitable process of pain. My whole ass was on fire now, muscles clenching, agony ripping through my rectum. A homemade gag made out of a t-shirt and locked into my mouth with a metal cable prevented screaming out loud. It was possible to breath through the gag a bit but it was not enough. I would end up panting through my nostrils as fast as possible because of the pain. Still, the level of shock increased and now the pain seemed to extend out from my rectum into my whole pelvis. Maybe it took my breath away so much it would not have been possible to scream even without the gag because I was truly gasping for air as quickly as possible just to survive. This could not be attempted with any sinus congestion or I would suffocate. There wasn’t even a stray thought to any further masturbation at this point. It was just about the pain and survival now. In the heat of the moment there was always a sick fear that this was the one time I had finally pushed it all too far and the current was surely permanently searing through my rectum leaving a charred mess of tissue burned onto the probe. That’s what it felt like every time and even if it was true it couldn’t be stopped. There was intentionally no clock visible from my position on the bed to enhance the feeling of uncertainty and it wasn’t possible to keep mental track of time while crazed senseless with so much pain. As a result, there was no way of knowing how much time was left or if the power was even all the way up yet. It felt like the shock was always getting stronger the whole time without limit even though that wasn’t possible. The goal was to place myself into a universe made up entirely of pain. Time, space, desire and even fear eventually disappeared. It just went on and on like that for about 40 more minutes while I cried continuous silent tears, arching my back, rolling my eyes into my head and sometimes convulsing helplessly all the while knowing there was absolutely no escape.

That was the exact mental ığdır escort feeling I grew addicted to, being helpless in pain from my own actions. My fiendish inventiveness had perfected a way of achieving it all by myself at any time. When the shock timer finally finished ticking down it would turn off the shock and my straining muscles gave up instantly and let my body collapse like a rag doll. Maybe a minute or two later the light timer activated and lit the room. I was not able to move right away. The weakness was so deep it was only possible to just lay there shivering for a short while trying to slow down my breathing and heart rate. The mental screaming of pain faded a bit and reality crept back in. It was hard to open the lock with my fingers shaking and making mistakes while trying to dial the combination. Looking down, my whole body was dripping with sweat so much it had soaked an outline of itself into the sheet. It was important to keep water handy and not get dehydrated before starting the next round of pain. A long electro session was kind of like running a marathon; you have to eat well to have enough calories to get through it but not too heavy and not too soon before starting. The gag scared me, it was obvious that throwing up while bound and gagged would have likely been fatal. In a weird way I was proud of being able to do this awful thing to my body like it was some achievement worthy of praise but also so embarrassing it was impossible to share with any other person. That fear of having damaged myself internally was always there but it was too much work to bother with removing the probe between sessions and checking the skin for blisters. If wiggling the end of the probe back and forth didn’t cause too much pain inside then it was good to go for the next round.

The very first time performing a session like this was all so new and scary and filled with unknown risk and adventure. Just like every thrill before it though, enough repetition and it became old and easy. Sleep never mattered to me when the craving kicked in so adding a second round was inevitable and so was the third. Each session required a fresh set of charged batteries. My insides started out more raw with each successive treatment since they never had time to fully recover from the last round. That made the physical response increase each time even though it was the exact same level of stimulation. The last round was always the hardest in terms of mental motivation due to a buildup of both pain and exhaustion. This was the very limit of my body’s physical resources. Everything would be setup again and my shaky hand touching the combination lock while conflicting thoughts battled each other in my head. “Don’t do it, you’ve proved your point twice and had enough”, “No, there is no such thing as enough, just do it”, “Please, no more, I can’t take it again”, “Ha, you know it has to be done” and click went the lock as I trembled in fear.

The first two times were done laying on my back to allow easier movement for self pleasuring but that was not on the agenda for the last round. That would be done on the stomach offering myself up as sacrifice to the probe; just laying there letting it have its wicked way with me injecting a continuous stream of undiluted evil directly into my bowels for another hour. The world of pain came quickly this time and my mind traveled to some pretty strange places. It must have been the endorphins rushing through my veins. Right up until then you could call it all some extreme form of pleasure/pain play. That final scene, on the other hand, had no pretense at reward of any kind. It was a search for a new level of self abuse in its most raw form. It truly scared me what lurked inside that could possibly want such a thing. The limits of my desire may not have been found but the edge of my physical abilities and willingness to take risk was.

It is a good thing I never got around to buying a fourth set of batteries because three took its toll plenty. Once I had my fill there was a temptation to just fall asleep right there still tied up with the probe in my ass. That could never happen because risking discovery by my parents was more frightening than a million volts. All of the restraints had to be undone and the electrode carefully removed. The glue stuck to the probe more firmly than my butt so it would sometimes tear off a bit of skin and form a wrinkly ring around the base of the probe. I was afraid to look but it was always a big sigh of relief to see that my rectum was intact and not blistered with oozing burns. Despite my unquenchable appetite, there never was any real permanent damage done beyond minor first degree burns. The internal part of the probe was always hot to the touch and shining with my sweat and other fluids. Having penetrated my most personal intimate space and taken full control of my body for hours on end it emerged victoriously smelling of musk, ozone and electrical tape. God, I loved that damned evil thing and what it did to me. Even after a full night of agony and bone-deep exhaustion just the mere sight of that electrode, my chosen master, still turned me on and set my blood racing with desires my tired body couldn’t deliver. One last step, everything had to be wiped off, disconnected, disassembled and hidden in various places around the room to prevent my parents from discovering my implements of pain. That was it before drifting off to sleep with strangely tranquil dreams.

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Jenny Meets Her Master

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Jen was finally visiting him from her far away town. They had shared so much in so many ways, but were only now meeting for the first time. It would be like meeting an old friend or lover she hoped. Still though, they had never had that flash of chemistry in person. That moment of recognition when one finds a kindred spirit. Jen wondered if they would. She only had the long weekend, possibly there wouldn’t be enough time to warm up to each other. Jen doubted that would be the case. That is why she was here after all.

The cab was in his street now. She would soon find out an answer that she had been needing to know since the first time they had stumbled across each other in a computer chat room. Hey, people met through personals. People married off the net. What was the difference meeting this way as opposed to through a conventional hobby group or something? She need not convince herself. But always the voices of friends and loved ones were with her. She had come far heeding good advice from people she trusted. Now she had the conviction she would meet the person who she would trust more than anyone.

The cab let her out in front of an unassuming building. Jenny could not contain her excitement as she alit from the car. This was going to work. She just knew it. In her bones, or wherever one really knows when something is meant to be before it happens. It was a buzzer building. She rang and was let in. He was halfway down the stairs, running, to meet her. In a flurry he grabbed her luggage and ushered her up to his apartment door. Inside he disposed of her bags and gazed deep into her eyes.

Grinning ear to ear. Beaming even. In one second she knew she would do whatever this man asked of her. He broke into a laugh, a resonant, melodious rolling chuckle, and then took her in his arms in a soft embrace. Jen didn’t know why but a tear came to her eye. Caught up in his grip and his infectious humor she laughed as well. It had just been so long since she had felt this real about anyone that it actually hurt in a sweet way.

” Well, welcome to my humble little world. It isn’t much obviously, but it’s mine, and so it’s yours too. God, you really are prettier than your picture…” He stepped back to take in the sight of her. “Look at you, a full blown beauty…not that I hadn’t expected it”. Wow, the sincerity of his spontaneous flattery floored her. “I love short hair on a woman. On you…well…your features are so delicate. It opens your face I think, mmm, so pretty Jenny”. If he stopped she might just live to take another breath. ” Come see my other room, c’mon” he beckoned. Jenny followed.

It was a masculine room for sure. Good taste was evident in everything, the dark sleigh bed, expensive looking linens, the windowed view complimented by simple roman shades. Jenny found herself at his dresser. Fingering his keepsakes, some toiletries. God, there was a thick bristled black hairbrush, smooth flat wood back. A belt was carelessly unfurled, rich worn brown leather with an elegant silver buckle. A ruler too, 18 inch, old style blonde wood. Jenny hardly realized but she was entranced as she picked up each of these.

“Ha, get right to the heart of things, I see,” he joked. Jenny flushed scarlet. God, had she given herself away that easy? They had shared thoughts on erotic spanking and discipline. Neither kidded themselves that their meeting would be lust at first sight, but secretly each yearned for it to be so. Now here she was, alone with him in his bedroom, handling things he might very well use on her… acıbadem escort bayan He interrupted her reverie. “Jenny? If I’m right, and I believe I am, why don’t you change into something more comfortable. I’ll be right outside, you can call when you are ready, ok”? Oh my, this was direct, she thought. Jenny thrilled with the excitement of it all, and now the anticipation of being sexual with him right now. Oh, this was so, so right. Jenny giggled and turned to her garment bag and weekend satchel as he left the room.

She couldn’t be faulted for preparation. Just in case, she had told herself. Out came a pair of tight little cutoffs. Loud red open topped heels. Yellow cashmere sweater set- very ’50’s, snug on her firm upturned bosom. Lipstick to match her shoes. And cute white ankle socks. For panties she had a simple pair of stretchy cotton whites that held close to her ass. Putting all of this on and checking the mirror, Jenny giggled at the sexy, slutty effect. She leaned forward towards his dresser so his view would be of her from the rear, and called for him to come back. When he came in Jenny wriggled her bottom once to drive home the message. This was for him, and she wanted him.

“Oh, wow, but you are gorgeous!” he whistled in appreciation. Taking her in from head to toe was an elevated delight. Her legs were an endless length of treasure. Jenny’s pert round ass, curvy beneath her shorts, was enough to make him swoon. He came to her and placed his large open hand on her ass, rubbing her shorts and starting to make Jenny hot and hungry. He pressed against her and raised his hands to the swell of her breasts. Groping them and purring he kissed the back of her neck feverishly. Now his hands reached out in front of her on the desk. They hesitated over which of the instruments to choose. Jenny thrilled to see her fate being decided this way, not knowing how stern or gentle he might be.

Jen’s stomach sunk when he opted for the belt. She knew too well how much a strapping could make her squirm and yelp. She would love it, but she had thought a romantic hand spanking might have been a nice start. Jen allowed him to lead her to the foot of the bed. His hand was under her sweater on the small of her back, urging her down over the high back of the rounded base of the sleigh. She felt herself lifted and placed so her head was down on the bed, ass up and feet in the air. He had a hand around her thighs holding her steady. Jen felt completely vulnerable to him and helpless to struggle. Her only choice was to lie here and last out what was coming.

His warm hands unsnapped her shorts. Unzipped them and began working them over her butt. Now her nervous excitement really set in. Jen purred as he rubbed her smooth taut panties. It felt so good to be warmed there like this. He had the belt in his hand and pressed it between her legs, firm against her panties. Doubled over she could sense the thick cool feel of the leather. She could feel herself getting wet too. Her thighs closed around his hand, wanting him there, knowing soon he would begin whipping her. She always loved this part, just before the spanking started.

“Jenny…you do look so very lovely like this”. Mmm, that rich voice, so self assured. ” And I know this is what you want…So tell me please. Say you want me to whip your bare bottom. For being such a naughty girl. Say that for me Jenny”. Oh, god, did she have to? Wasn’t it enough to so gladly lie here with her ass sticking up for bağdat caddesi escort bayan him? It was what she wanted. No doubt there. But it would hurt too. Jenny tried. She found that place in her that knew he was right. However it ended up making sense didn’t matter. The truth was she was naughty, she wanted to be. She wanted to think of him doing this to make things better. That he knew she needed it and would feel so free for taking it by his hand. And knowing that it made him hot made her want it even more. Jenny finally blurted out her admission.

” Please…I do want to have my bare bottom whipped. I have been so bad and naughty…please whip me and make it better”. There. Now that she said it she wanted it even more. She needed to feel her ass stinging and glowing beyond her control. Nothing existed now but her need to have this done. Jen brought her hand to her mouth and bit her fist. Her buttocks tensed as she felt him lower her panties. The air was cool on her rear and accentuated its prone state. He had stopped rubbing her now. Jenny readied herself for the first stroke.

He extended his arm behind him, swung it and snapped his wrist. The strap was no longer doubled and the open end licked at her porcelain cool butt with a loud CRACK! Jen’s thighs jolted against the bed. He swung again and another loud SMACK! struck her over both cheeks. The white hot sting shot through her entire body, making her shake and whimper. SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK. He whipped her steadily. Each fresh swat smarting and causing her to cry out. SWISH…..SLAP…..SWISH….SMACK. God, it was so hot and sharp. So intense. Jen held her thighs tight, trying to rub herself on the bed side. The whipping hurt but was making her so hot. SMACK…SMACK….SMACK…SMACK…SMACK. Jen’s yelping and squirming and pleading grew louder. SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK. He was really whipping her poor ass, leaving angry red dashes alll over her cheeks.

He stopped now and put his hands between her legs. He felt how wet she was and caressed her sex while he said what a naughty girl she had been. Gently soothed some of the stinging away, making Jen wild with desire. THWAP…WHAP…THWACK….Spank. The belt fell so hard on her tender ass. That flicking belt end leaving angry red bites on her butt. Jen cried out as the whipping continued. Tears formed at her eyes and ran down her cheek warm and salty. He was being so strict but she wanted it. She had come all this way hoping for this.

And now she didn’t care what he thought or what might come. She was too hot not to touch herself. With her weight to one side on her shoulder and arm, the other stretched under along past her stomach. Jenny groaned deeply as she found her damp lips. Buried her head in her arm and cried into the comforter. The delicious mix of the snap of the belt licking her warm red ass and the rush of pleasure by her own hand left her dizzy in the throes of her senses. He had hardly touched her, she wasn’t even undressed yet she was surely about to come like nothing that had been given to her before.

He knew she was ready and brought his hand holding the belt on top of hers. He got the tip of the belt, that had so harshly flicked at her moments before, inside of her now, cupping her hand strongly beneath his, following her fingers where they stroked and petting her together. Jenny doubled over steeply. Her legs opened and closed accommodating her passionate ache to orgasm. When it came she squeezed kozyatağı escort bayan her legs and twisted in a hot frenzy. Her body convulsed with intense release. Extracting every nuance and residue of her ecstasy.

His free hand slapped her ass a few final times before he at last allowed her to relax her muscles. No way could she move yet or even want to. In her loins the rough spanks echoed their contact across her quivering buns. Jen wondered in awe of herself if she had loved the whipping so readily and intensely what else she would demand of this man and of her body without hesitation or concern for her own discomfort. It had hurt and she was glad it was over now, but she would take it again twice over to get back to where he had brought her sexually.

After a few minutes lying spent over the foot of the bed Jenny’s feet regained the floor and she straightened. Her shorts and panties pooled at her ankles. She knew he was watching her every motion. Jenny realized how hot he must be too and warmed to the realization it was because of her. She turned to him and removed the cardigan, then the tight top that matched it. Stretching her arms above her head and lifting it over her breasts and off. Their eyes met and she saw the sweet affection in his giddy gaze.

” I’m sorry…I can’t say how beautiful you were, you are. It hurt me to do that Jenny but it felt so right too. Come over here please”. He gestured for her to stand close. She gladly obeyed. Once beside him he took her hands to his chest and pressed them there, sighing from far within himself. ” Undress me love. I can’t not have you a minute longer after that”. Her nails grazed his front through his fine linen shirt. Undid the buttons and smoothly peeled it off. She fumbled at his trousers and pulled them down over the hard cock that protruded in his shorts. For these she knelt in front of him and got them off so he was equally naked. His tip was moist and twitching.

His veined shaft bobbed in the air. She pursed her lips tight and slipped him in her mouth. When Jenny raised her hands to feel his waist he took them suddenly in a strong grip, lifting them until her arms were stretched above. He held some of her weight this way so that he might guide her down onto him as he chose.

The sight of her pretty face and bobbing breasts, kneeling and sucking him hungrily, her hands in his clutch and her eyes locked up to his was breathtakingly achingly beautiful. He was so hot from spanking her and seeing her so aroused that this wouldn’t be long. Spectacular, but more would come soon enough. He had already felt so so good for so long that this would be a relief to get past even. As fabulous as she felt around him, wet and warm and smooth, squirming just a tad from his hold, he looked forward to taking her in his arms and holding her close.

Lying together and exploring the nooks of her every muscle. His ears roared with the loud demand of his need. Jenny responded to his moans with her own, muffled by his cock between her pressed lips, as she rocked herself faster along his stiff shaft. When she started reaching down to the base of him, letting him touch the back of her throat with each strong thrust, he yelled out and grabbed her head to him, convulsing in hot spurts, needing to hold her to steady himself as his legs gave. Her hands freed Jenny reached back and pulled him closer still by his butt. His muscles there tensed and relaxed as she drained him.

He raised her to her feet and lifted her into his arms. Cradling Jenny and carrying her to the bed. Laid her down and climbed next to her. His eyes caught the clock and he saw it had been just over half an hour since she had come here. If you could sell your soul in a minute he only wanted to do so for her each and every one from now until something might somehow stop them. The two lovers fell quickly into a cozy cat nap. When they woke they would surely say that they loved each other.

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Katie’s Place Pt. 07: Final

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Having sex with Katie had been amazing, even with his head bricked up inside a box. Tom lay there looking up through the grille at the small glow of light that sneaked into the cell. He felt he was in love, although he knew that couldn’t be the case, or if it was, he was in trouble.

Tom found he could get reasonably comfortable. Inside the box he rested his head on Katie’s clothes and outside of the box he lay on the thin mattress. He also found that he could turn his neck within the gap in the wall and so could lie on his front, back or side. The only thing he couldn’t do was remove his head from the box.

He tapped the side of the brick box with his hand and felt the vibrations. It felt different each time as the cement continued to harden. As he lay there he knew that the chemical reaction going on around him was making the box that contained his head even harder and even more impregnable.

He lay curled up on his side with her underwear still in his mouth. ‘Leave them in there…for me’ was all she’d said. He knew that leaving her panties in his mouth all night would be uncomfortable, the fabric that had been against her butt all day would suck what little moisture he had left from his mouth.

He could easily have spat them out and not put them back into his mouth until the morning, Katie would never know, but for some reason he had to obey her. Maybe it was because she had thrown him a challenge that he wanted to achieve, or maybe he wanted to show his devotion, or maybe he just didn’t want to disappoint her. He was still trying to make sense of everything when a few minutes later he fell asleep.

He woke the next morning and managed to piss into the strategically positioned floor drain. He could probably also shit into the drain if he had to. Her panties were still in his mouth which he clamped closed to ensure they remained in there when she returned.

Katie finally breezed in at 9am wearing a fitted black top, orange floral ra ra skirt and black heels. With her legs together, she stood by the box and looked in.

“Good morning.” she smiled, obviously having got out of bed on the right side.

Tom moaned back.

“Thank you Tommy, you kept them in all night.” Katie replied with a big smile on her face. She clasped her hands together in excitement.

Tom moaned again, this time with an intonation that implied he was asking a question.

“OK, you can take them out.” she smiled.

Keeping Katie happy was easy, it just required complete and absolute loyalty and obedience, no matter what she did to you.

“You look fantastic.” he said quite genuinely.

Katie giggled as she gave him a twirl which made her short ra ra skirt lift. But the performance was only brief as after one turn, she sat down on the grille with her skirt covered the whole of the top of the box. Scented darkness returned to Tom’s little world and once again he was left staring at her butt. Very brief white cotton panties with a frill around the top, Tom smiled, he was a world expert on Katie’s choice of underwear.

“Shall I offer this service then?” she asked as she casually tapped her knees together.

“Maybe not for a one hour session.”

“Mmm, yes it would have to be an overnighter.”

“One nighter or one life timer?” Tom asked still unsure of how she planned to release him.

Katie opened her thighs, pulled up her skirt and looked down with a mock frown on her face. “Yes, how am I going to open it?”

“A hammer and chisel would help.” Tom asked hopefully.

“And damage my lovely seat?”

“Is your seat really worth my freedom?”

“To me, yes.” she said seriously as she closed her thighs and covered them with her skirt.

Tom listened carefully hoping for a giggle, but heard nothing. He stared at her butt in the half light, wondering what on earth was going through her pretty little head. She was sitting perfectly still, in silence. The seconds of his life ticked past as he lay imprisoned beneath her.

“Katie?”

There was no reply.

Finally, he heard her typing on her laptop and a few minutes later she started to talk business.

Katie kurtköy escort bayan already had more clients than she could deal with and yet still was reluctant to raise her prices. She still struggled with the idea that people would pay more for the pleasure of being locked up by her. But demand for her unique take on female domination was increasing by the day and with Jess gone and Tom plus two other cells to service, her offering was often limited.

Guys, and the occasional girl, would arrive and be chained up in a cell. She’d usually sit on their face whether they’d asked for it or not. It was a personal favourite of hers and once they were wrapped in chains there was little chance of declining.

They would then watch as she closed the cell door on then, thereby depriving them of their liberty. The more perceptive of her customers were learning not to make plans for immediately after the session, as an hour could easily stretch to two or three in Katie time. Value for money some might think, although others might have considered it false imprisonment. Either way, few complained.

Her limited repertoire meant that she was often providing a relaxation, even meditation service rather than anything overtly sexual. Whatever problems existed in the real world seemed to disappear inside her cell. The steel, the concrete, complete captivity, sensory deprivation. Inside the small cells, rationale thought was just impossible. The overworked executive would just lie in the dark, usually mesmerized by the pretty brunette that had just slammed the door. Nothing else really mattered.

From beneath her, Tom dictated words for a new page on the website and even talked her through the steps of registering the new company. He was to be a co-director, which made him smile as he’d been unable to direct anything, or indeed have a sane thought, since the day he met her.

They discussed whether they should employ anyone else, but it was clear that Katie was still bitter about Jess. Tom was still wearing the D-lock that Jess had casually locked around his neck just before she’d been fired. He could still picture the mysterious Eastern European brunette pop the keys into the front pocket of her shorts.

Tom smiled, Jess was cute, and those tight cotton shorts were to die for. He’d given her oral sex several times that day. She had tasted nice and her little cries of pleasure had been adorable. Although that said, he’d liked the fact that Katie had been jealous. It was just a pity that Jess had taken the keys, keys that no doubt she had long since disposed of.

“Have you heard from Jess?” he asked as casually as possible.

“Are you still on about that bike lock?” she peered down between her legs.

“Well, yeah it’s still kinda locked around my neck.”

“There’re only a few million people in this city, you might cross paths.”

Tom was still formulating the right respond when Katie’s thighs closed like the doors of a vault above him, once more sealing him off from the world. She didn’t seem as concerned as him.

“If we do hire someone, you can interview them.” Katie continued. “Please give me an example of when you chained your boss to the floor and forced him to give you oral sex.”

“That’s so clichéd.” Tom joked.

“Well we want to make sure the hired help has the necessary skills.” Katie’s voice had a definite edge to it. She then crossed her legs which let in a small ray of light, but Tom read as a danger sign.

Later that morning, Katie bought a hammer and chisel and watched with an amused look on her face as he failed to make much impact on the solid brick structure.

With the other available cell holding some guy in a suit, Katie left Tom still hammering away. It was hot and awkward work, but the thought of getting out into fresh air and buying a litre of coffee drove him on. His ears were ringing and he was coughing from the dust and at least one finger was bleeding from a misplaced hammer strike.

He knew that Katie had left the cell door open, a ‘schoolgirl’ error on her part he thought. Strike that coffee, beykoz escort bayan he would head straight to the bar for a beer. He swung again and felt a brick break free, he was only minutes away. At last the grille broke free and clattered across the cell. Tom sat up for the first time in over twelve hours and climbed to his feet, but as he did so he felt a jolt on his neck.

“No!” he shouted as his eyes followed the heavy chain that connected his neck to the floor, “You bitch!” he cried.

In his frustration, Tom picked up a brick and smashed it down on to the padlock. Nothing and so he tried again. The sweat was running down his toned biceps, biceps that were now bulging from the exertion. Now on his knees, he continued to smash down until the brick shattered into pieces. The next brick went the same way.

He lay down panting, his bare chest, dirty, sweating and slightly cut, looking like something from a Rambo movie. Even with the cell door open there was no possible way to escape.

“Tom!” a voice woke him from his daydreams.

He looked up and saw long toned legs stretching up into the little ra ra skirt above him. The legs then crouched down until the ra ra skirt formed a tiny tent over his head. His angry immediately dissipated and he felt totally relaxed as he gazed out from underneath her skirt and watched as a manicured hand slipped a key into the slightly battered silver padlock. The key turned and the lock sprung open. The ra ra skirt then rose until it towered above him once more.

“Follow me.” she spoke gently.

With the free end of the chain in her hand, she led him by the neck back upstairs and into the new shower. She removed his remaining clothes before swinging closed the barred shower door which locked with a small click.

Tom stood naked in the small shower cubicle, surrounded by tiles on three sides and a barred door on the fourth. Tom reached through the bars and felt for the empty keyhole.

“Won’t you join me?” he asked hopefully.

He did look sexy covered in sweat and brick dust, but Katie just stood there in her little ra ra skirt and turned on the cold water that fell from the oversized showerhead.

“Arrh.” he cried out, unable to avoid the icy water.

“What did you say?” she asked.

Her slim hand pulled the lever again and again the cold water hit him.

Half an hour later Tom was clean, but the suddenly bursts of hot and cold water combined with his sexy dominatrix, or should that be business partner, standing just the other side of the bars had left him exhausted on the floor.

He listened as Katie released the guy in the suit from his cell. If she could be jealous of Jess spending time with him, why couldn’t he be jealous of her spending time with other guy? He certainly felt that way right then. With his face pushed up against the bars, he listened to Katie talking to the guy downstairs. Her calm slightly clipped voice purring in a way that any guy would obey. He felt for the empty keyhole again as jealously started to consume him.

With a shower and proper toilet now installed, Katie really could keep someone imprisoned for as long as she chose. Indeed, two weeks had now passed and Tom had only left Katie’s place on three occasions and during each of those times Katie had made sure he would return.

Each time, Katie had handcuffed him so tightly that if the cuffs weren’t released within half an hour, they could start to do serious damage to the nerves in his wrists. Maybe he could run to the fire service and get them to cut him free, but then the cuffs were so tight around his skin that any angle grinder would also go straight through his wrists. And the locks were certainly too complicated to pick within the few minutes available. Each time as he walked through the cool night air, he knew he had no choice other than to return to the cute brunette with the key.

He had left it longer than usual this time and was relieved when Katie released the cuffs. He massaged his wrists as Katie led him back to his cell, which as usual was the only cell not already in üsküdar escort bayan use.

Laid out on the floor were twenty identical high security padlocks and over ten metres of industrial strength chain. Tom stripped down to his boxers and lay on his back on the thin mattress. Wearing jeans and t-shirt, Katie sat on Tom’s waist and started to work.

“Many hits on the site today?” he asked as she locked the chain around each of his ankles with only a few inches between them.

“Yeah and I have some ideas for more clips.”

“I believe you.” Tom smiled as the chain reached up and encircled his knees and was locked by another padlock.

Katie was now sitting on Tom’s chest and was admiring the word ‘Katie’s’ that she had had tattooed on his waist. She kissed it as the chain continued to work its way up his body and now encircled his waist where it was locked by another padlock. Each wrist was then locked in turn to the waist chain before the chain reached down between his legs before coming back up and restraining his chest and upper arms.

Within ten minutes, Tom was wearing a full chain suit and could barely move. He struggled to roll on to his side, but then rolled back again to catch his breath.

“Katie, I hope you have the keys.” he breathed as she stripped down to black silk G-string and skimpy bra.

“Key.” Katie corrected holding up a single silver key.

“Is it the only one to all those locks?”

“Aha.”

She held the key between her lips and then used one finger to push it all the way into her mouth. As if performing a magic trick, she waited a few moments building the tension and then brought the key back out on her tongue. Katie then withdrew the key back inside and closed her mouth. As her mouth closed, her big brown eyes seemed to get bigger.

She sat astride Tom’s waist and pulled his boxers to one side. She did the same to her barely there panties and slipped him inside of her. Tom could read the excitement in her eyes and was increasingly worried about the fate of the key as she reached orgasm.

“Katie, the key…” Tom’s voice tailed off as the feeling of making love to her took away all capacity for thought.

The pleasure was building in her eyes as he started to buck beneath her. Even with her body tantalisingly out of reach it felt incredible. He pulled instinctively at the chains as he tried to touch her body and was oblivious to the chains that were starting to bite into his wrists.

Katie was thrashing around wildly, her long hair flying from side to side. But even through it all and despite the obvious orgasm, Katie managed to keep her mouth closed with its precious cargo trapped inside.

Afterwards and while still sitting astride Tom, Katie leaned back, opened her mouth and let the key fall down her body and down inside her panties which she held open with one hand. With the key inside, she let the elastic snap shut.

“Wow!” she smiled.

He smiled back still short of breath.

“Were you worried?” she asked as she lay down and kissed him.

“No.” he lied.

“Really?” she asked more firmly that expected as she sat up and picked the key out of her panties and held it above her open mouth.

Tom lay there wrapped in her chains, still trying in vain to free a hand so that he could touch her breasts that were almost hanging out of her bra. But as he watched, Katie swept her long brown hair out of her eyes and then dropped the key into her upturned mouth. She choked a little and then smiled.

“Maybe you should have been worried.” she purred.

“Katie how do I get out of these chains!”

“You don’t… not for now.” Katie ran her fingers over her firm stomach, presumably somewhere near where the key had come to rest.

Tom’s body was almost completely immobile and he was unable to stop Katie sliding up his body and planting her clit over his mouth.

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, right?” she smiled as she felt his tongue on her.

His mouth and tongue were aching when the slim brunette finally climbed off him chained body. The room seemed to be spinning from emotions that overwhelmed him. Katie kissed him on the lips and he barely noticed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” she whispered.

Tom watched the 21 year old girl gather up her clothes and pile them under his head, her supple body gracefully moving above him. Still completely naked, Katie then left the cell and padlocked the door, leaving her plaything locked and ready for another day.

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Kate’s Journey 06: Hellinic Slave

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Kate’s work was truly rewarding. And in spite of how much she may have complained about the ho-hum pay and about some annoying colleagues, she did pause, every now and again, to make sure to appreciate all of the great things in her work world. Not the least of which was travel, one of Kate’s great loves.

Ever since her days living in the UK as a foreign exchange student in the late 80s, Kate totally developed the travel bug. So she was pretty excited when her supervisor Judy approached her about an upcoming trip to Athens to attend a conference on international issues in academic advising at the university level.

As was typically the case, Kate gladly agreed to the trip. Only then did she look at her calendar, talk things over with her husband and kids, and figure out the details. Perhaps above and beyond anything else, Kate had a true zest for international travel.

It turned out that one of Kate’s colleagues had been signed up for months to represent the department at this conference. Due to various parental obligations, that colleague was not able to make it. So Kate was in. And the trip was less than five days away.

Kate went home and got packing.

…

Kate had a single concern about heading to southern Europe for 10 days. She wasn’t too concerned about her kids, who were old enough to figure things out on their own. She didn’t get too nervous about who would cover for her at work during the duration, in the spirit of “things always work out.” And the idea of her possibly missing Husband was something of a scream at this point.

Yeah, no. Not that.

Kate was going to deeply miss being with Michael. Further, she was frustrated by the fact that he happened to be visiting New York for only a few weeks longer. And for 10 days of that window, she’d be over the pond. On his home continent, no less. Annoying irony, for sure.

…

The cab that drove Kate from the airport in Athens seemed to be in some kind of race. This non-descript little European hatchback seriously made it through the city averaging 100 miles and hour, dodging pedestrians, and zipping through stop lights. Kate thanked her maker upon arriving at the Hilton in the downtown area in one piece.

Kate tipped the irresponsible young driver, grabbed her bags, and walked toward the hotel lobby. Wall-to-wall windows, classy blue-and-white marble donning the walls and floors, and appointments worthy of any hotel she’d ever seen. “Nice place,” she thought.

Little did she know that it was just about to get a good bit nicer. As she was standing in line, waiting to register for her room, she suddenly felt a man’s hand graze her lower back. This felt rude and uncalled for. She turned around to call out this predator. Only to find her lover Michael, smiling, standing right behind her in line. Literally a dream come true.

…

“Our office in New York is taking a three-day holiday. I thought of nothing I’d rather do with that time than to surprise my Princess Kate with a visit in Greece.”

This was absolutely amazing to Kate. She knew that Michael seemed to have all kinds of expendable money. And she knew that he was capable of going out of his way to make her feel special. But following her halfway around the world to join her on a vacation near the romantic Aegean Sea? This was a new high. Even for Michael. In combination, these thoughts had Kate melting in love. These thoughts had her yearning, yet once again, to be with Michael¦in all ways possible.

…

The lovers put their bags to the side of the lobby and found the hotel bar, which had several interesting drinks and appetizers. Seafood was the main theme, and Kate found herself tyring a crushed-olive-encrusted fish steak, surrounded by sauteed local vegetables. It was hard for her to explain, but it tasted sexy. And it went perfectly well with the Greek white table wine that was offered as an accompaniment.

In the middle of dining, Kate excused herself from the table. She’d remembered something and indicated that she’d be right back.

A minute later, Kate re-joined the table. This time, she sported her radiant “princess ring” that Michael had given her in London a few months prior. She tried to wear this ring whenever she was with Michael. And she happened to have it tucked away in its secret compartment in the piece of luggage that she’d bought for this trip. It was a sign, for sure. A sign of love. And lust.

Michael’s face beamed warmly upon seeing the princess ring. “She is still totally and uncontrollably bilecik escort into me,” he thought. And he sat back taking a sip of wine, feeling a splash of satisfaction.

…

Next door was a karaoke bar that seemed popular among the natives. Michael suggested that they head over there for a drink or two and some fun. Kate was, of course, pretty much always up for anything, and she smiled and agreed to join. This place was jumping, filled with beautiful young people and all kinds of fun. After downing a class of red, Michael stood up. Kate had no idea what his plan was.

He made it to the microphone and the music for the song “You Are so Beautiful,” the classic song by Joe Cocker, suddenly hijacked the entire bar. Oh my goodness. Was he really going to do this?

Michael’s performance was, in fact, amazing. And he was sly in how he connected this with her, ever-so-subtly serenading her with his eyes for selected moments. Kate alone alone knew that this was dedicated to her. Brilliant.

The entire house burst into applause as he hit the final notes, spot-on falsetto. There couldn’t have been a dry clunge in the building at that moment, Kate thought to herself naughtily. Kate found herself getting off on the fact that her man was so attractive to other women. She shuddered in her thoughts.

…

Kate and Michael got talking to all kinds of folks that night. Mostly young Greek men and women looking to have a good time. Kate and Michael were welcomed with open arms and they sang, danced, and laughed the night away with these new friends.

By about 1am, Kate and Michael were ready to head back to the hotel. They were barely tired at all. Predominantly, they were in love and were ready to make love in Greece overlooking the Athenian skyline. Until the sun would rise.

Kate’s room was on the third floor, while Michael’s was on the top floor. Michael’s room it would be, then.

Upon entering the room, Michael had once again, just like at the Marriott in mid-town Manhattan, decked the suite out with a gorgeous array of flowers in each room. Beautiful, fragrant, and alive. Exactly how Michael made her feel.

“Kate, please check out the king-size bed in the bedroom down the hall. I’ll come down in a minute,” said Michael.

The bedroom was beyond compare. There must have been two dozen bouquets that permeated this room. Beautiful and brilliant. She approached the classy bed and noticed a rich, crimson folder right in the middle. It had her name written on the outside.

Kate quickly grabbed the folder and started reading the pages that were inside.

“Kate,” the note read, “tonight will bring us to an entirely new level of our love. You will submit to me and, together, we will achieve an ecstasy that extends beyond what either of us has ever dreamed of. You must fully comply and cooperate with each and every command. Like the good slut that you are.

Start by opening the top drawer of the dresser and putting on the clothing found there.”

Kate thought that this was pretty hot and was glad to play along. She opened the drawer. And wow, she was not ready for this. It was a black leather suit, including a black leather mask that would encase her entire head. Fortunately, there were holes for her eyes, mouth, and nostrils. A slave suit. Her body trembled at the thought.

Kate was about 5-6 drinks in for the night and was so ready to do whatever Michael had wanted, that, to her own surprise, she didn’t even hesitate. She disrobed and started slipping into this naughty black leather outfit. It was a bit snug, for sure, but it generally fit and it made her feel deeply sexy. And it had cutouts at all the right places, a fact that suggested to her that this was going to be a hot and wild ride.

Kate, now covered in black leather from nectoe, turned to the second page.

“Kate, for the rest of the evening, you are to be my slave, right? Lie on the bed, facing down. Place your hands behind your back and point your ankles toward your arse. And stay like that until you receive further orders.”

Wow, this was a new position for Kate. And a naughty one at that. A highly and deeply vulnerable position that made her feel like quite an object. This thought made Kate’s body teem with all kinds of feels. She loved being made to feel like an object by Michael. She loved to be his little toy that he could do anything with. Anything. Even his slave.

…

“First thing’s first,” Michael manisa escort stated upon entering the bedroom. He placed the blindfold over her eyes, underscoring the object-like feeling of Kate’s situation. Michael then used some kind of straps and gently tied her to keep her in this vulnerable position. On her belly with her hands behind her back, her legs and ass spread, and her feet tied behind her back. Hands tied to feet.

She felt like just a piece of meat laying there. For the taking. She felt as hot as she’d ever felt before and nearly orgasmed simply being in this position.

Michael then left and closed the door behind. Kate was left alone in this position in this strange land. A minute passed by. Two minutes passed. Five minutes passed. Kate was nervous and yearning at the same time.

Eventually, the door opened, quite gingerly. Thank god.

…

Michael didn’t say anything upon returning. She was a bit scared and wondered if this was exactly where she wanted to be.

That all changed when Michael forced his cock into her mouth. He started to literally fuck her mouth hard. This was so perfect for Kate. Familiar and wonderful. And exactly what she was hoping for. She found herself taking it in particularly deeply in this moment. In fact, part of his balls made it past her lips. Her entire mouth was filled with Michael. And nothing in the world could have been better.

“Suck it, my slave. Suck it like the little slag that you are.” his strong British voice beamed.

While in mid-felatio, Kate felt something. A presence in the room. Kate couldn’t see anything and wasn’t sure at all what was going on. She stopped sucking and became a bit nervous. She froze. Who was in this room with her and Michael?

…

One touch by this stranger gave away the gender. This time, it was a woman. A young, Greek woman, Kate sensed.

“Kate, you remember Alexis from the karaoke bar? You had commented on how naturally beautiful you think she is. I thought it might be nice to see if she would be friends with us for the evening. And she gladly agreed. Isn’t that nice, slave?”

Kate didn’t know what to think or say. “You have to give me some fair warning for something like that, Michael!” she thought to herself (as she wouldn’t dare criticize Michael openly at any point due to her unwavering love for him).

Kate’s mind raced with thoughts. DId she want this? Who was this Alexis and what was the plan? Was Alexis clean? Did Kate feel OK being with another woman sexually?

Michael could sense the ambivalence and he seemed to whisper something to Alexis. Before she could even realize what was happening, Kate felt Alexis’ beautiful lips on her own, gently kissing. Immediately, Kate found herself reciprocating. And absolutely loving it.

“Maybe this is a good idea after all,” Kate thought. Michael wanted her to do it, so she didn’t need to think about it any further. As his slave, she was surrendering to him this evening as fully as ever. Kate and Alexis locked into a deep and powerful French kiss.

“Here is how it’s going to go, Slave. And you are firmly tied up, so you have no choice in the matter. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand Master.”

Wow, did she just refer to Michael as “Master?” She had never done that before. And this word came so naturally out of her. This fact was so hot to Kate. She found herself suddenly breathing rapidly and salivating. She was ready for anything. Absolutely anything.

…

The next thing that she knew, Michael was behind her, placing his big cock up against her pussy. It stayed there for quite a while. By this point in their relationship, Kate knew what was needed to help her get what she wanted.

“Master, please fuck my pussy. Put it in deep. And hard. And don’t stop. Fuck me! I beg you.”

Upon hearing this begging, Michael got to business. Slowly and gingerly sliding his cock into her dripping-wet vagina. Within two pumps, she felt a surge of orgasm take over her body. She moaned, radiantly.

On this queue, Alexis moved toward Kate. She wanted to be part of the action. Kate had so enjoyed kissing Alexis’ mouth. But next came something a bit surprising. Alexis seemed to have her legs spread and have her pussy open right up against Kate’s mouth. All while Michael was fucking her own pussy.

This was unbelievably hot. And while Kate had never given oral sex to another woman before, she found it all quite natural. mersin escort She kissed and licked the clit. She licked the slit, getting it nice and wet. She put her tongue inside Alexis’ pussy, hearing Alexis moan with pleasure. For a solid five minutes, Kate made love to Alexis in this way. And they both seemed to love it.

Apparently, the night was young and more tricks were up Michael’s sleeve. Alexis stepped away for a minute and quickly returned, approaching Kate’s leather-covered face. Oh my, Kate thought. Alexis had an enormous strapon dildo that she put right up against Kate’s mouth. How naughty. How hot!

Kate-the-slave sucked that dildo immediately, drenching it in her saliva. Taking it in deep. Licking its shaft, and sucking the head of as if her life depended on it. Sucking cock had become a true pleasure for Kate ever since she met Michael and she felt honored to be able to service Alexis’ dildo in this way.

Suddenly, things changed. Michael stepped away from the bed, although he hadn’t yet cum, she didn’t think. And Alexis pulled her strapon dildo out of Kate’s yearning mouth. They left her laying there without doing or saying anything.

Kate began to rock back and forth. Subtly at first. And then more conspicuously, until she was rocking back and forth begging for them to return to her. She wanted them back. She wanted them to finish the job. She wanted them to love her all night. She moaned a bit, in an effort to lure Michael and Alexis back to her.

When Michael and Alexis returned to the bed, they had switched positions. Kate could feel Michael’s big cock, covered in her simmering juices, right near her face. And she felt Alexis, still donning that enormous strapon, ready to take Kate from behind.

This was much better, thought Kate. Now she would get the attention that she so desperately yearned for.

Kate was not at all surprised when Michael shoved his cock in her mouth and made her suck it. She was in love this this feeling. She felt so deeply connected with Michael when his cock was in her mouth. She literally could suck his cock all night long.

But Alexis, on the other hand, did surprise Kate a bit. Instead of putting that dildo into Kate’s pussy, she quickly forced it into Kate’s ass, while, with a thick Greek accent, saying this:

“Take this, Slave. All the way in. All the way.”

Kate screamed and writhed for what seemed like a full minute, not exactly sure if she was experiencing pain or pleasure. Or was she experiencing humiliation in what this young woman was doing to her body? Or was it pride in the fact that she loved it, loved being Michael’s slave, and loved the fact that, after all these years, she was emerging as the beautiful, sensual, fulfilled woman whom she always yearned to be.

Out of nowhere, Alexis gently slapped Kate’s ass cheek, in an effort to get Kate to comply with the situation. Alexis slapped slave’s ass a second time, slightly harder. And a third slap came. It was all-out. Kate-the-slave found herself getting hotter with each increase in intensity. This was just so hot of a situation that Michael had choreographed for her.

Then Michael chimed in as follows:.

“Take it, Kate. You are the slave tonight. Take her cock deep into your ass. All the way in. And love it like the little slag that you are. You are to both TAKE and LOVE it.”

This is what Kate needed to hear. She found herself relaxing. Opening her ass for her new friend Alexis whose strapon must have been nine inches long. Slowly, one inch at a time, the cock made it deeper and deeper into Kate’s ass. While the whole time Kate was sucking Michael’s large, rich cock.

This experience was so high on the naughty factor, that Kate found herself moaning in orgasm before that dildo penetrated even half way into her. Kate was now fully on board. This felt amazing and she didn’t want Alexis to stop. Ever.

Slowly in. Pause. And slowly out. Just like how Michael fucked. Sensually, slowly, and beautifully.

After a few minutes of this, Kate could not control herself. The orgasm started low and then it grew, live a tidal wave in her body. When Kate found herself moaning in mid-orgasm, she got a nice surprise from Michael. His cock came generously in her mouth, covering her entire oral cavity, tongue, and teeth. She swallowed it, and felt both vibrant and beautiful.

Having such torrid sexual interactions with Michael always left Kate feeling truly empowered, and never demeaned, at the end. This was a mark of a true knight, she thought.

Moments later, Michael took off her blindfold and released the straps. Kate lay there on the bed. Hand in hand with her lover. Alexis was nowhere to be found. And Kate actually didn’t care to think much about this detail at all. All that mattered was that she was with Michael. In Greece, no less. Life could not be any better.

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Katie’s Place Pt. 04

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Katie unlocked the door to Tom’s penthouse apartment. It may have only had two bedrooms, but it was enormous, with floor to ceiling windows and views over the city. It was minimalist and incredibly tidy. Katie closed the door and ran around exploring the amazing place. The difference between his apartment and the tiny concrete cell that he was currently locked in couldn’t have been more stark. Yet Tom had willingly traded places for the night at least.

Katie slipped out of her equally minimal clothing, which she left in an untidy pile in the middle of the bathroom, and stepped into the large shower where water started to pour from the oversized showerhead. She took her time examining the range of shampoos and body washes; a far cry from the almost empty home brand bottles that filled her shower.

She dried herself on a large clean towel, wrapped another around her long dark hair, and walked into Tom’s walk in robe to find something to wear. Not surprisingly nothing fit her and she ended up wearing one of his blue shirts that reached down further than many of her dresses.

She then picked up her favourite pair of jeans that were now decidedly worn and the sewing kit that she had brought with her, and sat cross-legged in the middle of his king size double bed and started to work. She had yet another idea to test on Tom.

For Tom, it had been another surreal night where time had had little meaning and the captivity had played games with his mind, only this time heightened by the heavy clanking cuffs that restricted his movement even further. He could have removed Katie’s panties from his face, but the truth was that they felt nice and added to the sensation of being trapped and owned. The air was warm and still, and Katie’s scent still lingered both in the cell and on his body.

At unknown o’clock, the light in his cell clicked on, thereby effectively returning his sight. A second later he heard the padlock scrap against the door and the bolt slide back.

“Hi.”

Katie smiled as she sat cross-legged next to him in a way that made her short blue dress ride up revealing most of her thighs and a glimpse of her white underwear beneath. She handed him one of the two takeaway coffees.

“The other ‘guests’?” he asked.

“Release back into the wild.” Katie smiled.

Tom half smiled back and held up his manacled hands that had been hurting for the last few hours.

“Please… my shoulders are starting to ache.

Katie just sipped her drink indifferently while fishing a few wayward strands of her long hair from the coffee.

“Please, just my hands!”

“But you’re my prisoner.” she replied.

“Katie, I just can’t get my hands out of here.”

“Well of course not, I cuffed them.” her mouth was straight, but a smiled was creeping across her eyes.

“Well can you un-cuff them?”

“Yes, I can.” Katie was starting to enjoy his frustration.

“Will you? Please?”

Katie continued to watch him with amusement for another minute before reaching out and simply touching the lock. Sensing her unique fingerprint, the lock immediately clicked open and she just watched some more as Tom struggled to remove the open padlock and release his aching arms. Katie just sat in front of him watching closely.

After they had eaten and drunk, Katie held up her pair of worn blue jeans which she had spent the night modifying. She had made a cut through the crotch and then sewn in an extra piece of denim from another pair of jeans to one side of the cut. She had then sewn a heavy duty zip in place that would secure the other side of the extra denim back on to the jeans. The end result was a standard pair of jeans with an extra baggy backside, almost list a small denim bag, attached to the crotch and butt.

“What do you think of my two people jeans?” she asked proud of her evening’s work.

“Two people?”

“Well bostancı escort bayan two legs, one butt and one head to be precise.”

Tom watched with interest as Katie flicked her blue dress off over her head and started to ease into the jeans that were still a tight fit around her hips, almost doing a little dance as she squeezed inside and buttoned them up.

She then lay on her side on the mattress and undid the new zip. Following her instructions, Tom slowly moved his head between her legs until his face was resting up against the lower half of her butt. Katie then re-zipped, thereby enclosing his head inside the back of her jeans.

The denim was now tight around his neck with no chance of him pulling his head back out without first undoing the zip. Katie rested her top leg back down, squeezing his neck between her thighs.

“What do you think?” she asked.

The modified jeans were perfectly designed to completely enclose his head along with her legs and butt. Inside there was just enough room for him to pull his face out from between her butt cheeks and even turn his head sideways. In this position he could partially free himself from her soft black underwear and get some air and some light that filtered through the seams of the denim.

“I didn’t make it too tight as that would be fatal.” Katie explained as she ran her hands over the material to check the fit.

“I feel like I’m inside your jeans.” came the muffled response.

“Well that’s because you are.”

Tom twisted and pulled to see if there was a way out. There wasn’t.

“This is the closest you can get to being inside a girl’s jeans.” Katie purred.

Tom’s voice was muffled as they continued to talk. Katie was enjoying the feeling of his face moving, tickling, pressing against her butt. She propped herself up on one elbow and watched the sexy headless man struggle next to her. The denim was old and worn, but still as strong as ever and impossible to tear without scissors or a knife. The zip and her stitching were also strong and more than capable of keeping his head inside.

“And I can even padlock the zip like this so that there’s no way to free your head.”

Katie clicked the small padlock shut and then explained to Tom that she was threading the padlock key on to a small combination padlock which she then fitted around the metal button on the front of her jeans. Tom was well aware that once the button was locked, there was absolutely no way that those jeans could be removed from Katie’s slim hips.

“Now are you sure you can breathe?” She asked, her hand poised over the padlock.

“Just about.”

“Yes or no Tom! I’ve set this lock to a random combination and I have no idea what it is. Whose knows how long it will take me to break the code and until I do, you and I will be inseparable.”

“Are we talking minutes, hours or days?” Tom mumbled into her butt.

“We’ll soon know.” she purred as she locked it up and turned the three dials.

With the jeans locked around her waist she tried to slip her hand inside the waist band, but could only get as far in as her fingers. She pulled her fingers out and ran them over her hips and over the lump on her butt that contained Tom’s head.

“You sure you’re OK inside there? It looks tighter than I imagined.”

Inside her jeans Tom found that there was something of a trade off. If he rested the side of his head against her butt and looked up, there was slightly more air and some light shone through some of the stitching, however the denim was pulled tightly around his head. He could relieve this pressure on his head by turning his face back towards her butt and burying his face into her black silk panties. However, in there was very little light or air.

Katie had obviously brought some paper with her as she started tuzla escort bayan to give him a running commentary as she wrote down a list of her services, before moving on to working out how much she might make per week.

“How should I advertise.” she asked casually, as if to someone sitting across from her in a meeting room.

“Your Aunt had an Internet site.” a muffled voice replied.

“Mmm, yes.”

The air was getting hotter and Tom found that he was breathing heavily just to get enough oxygen.

“How’s it going with the finding the combination?” He asked.

“Well it’s not 0-0-0.”

“And?” he panted.

“Only another 999 numbers left to try.”

With the business plan in good shape, Katie finally turned to the padlock and it took her about half an hour to run through the remaining combinations, but unfortunately none seemed to unlock the padlock.

“You must have missed one.” Tom said as he ran his hands over the material to find a point of weakness.

“Shut up.” she hissed.

Again her mood changed for no reason and this time Tom’s position was even more compromised. Being locked inside a girl’s jeans was one thing. Being locked inside the jeans of an angry, pissed off girl was something else.

He quickly tried to calm her down and then they spent the next ten minutes working together to try and escape from the denim. What would have been easy enough with a pair of scissors was impossible with just bare fingers, the denim was just too strong.

“Wow, it really works.” Katie smiled as she lay back down on the mattress, her mood now back to normal.

“Yes, but we’re still stuck.”

“It could be worse… I could fart.” Katie laughed.

Tom turned his head back and buried himself into her panties, their efforts having raised the temperature inside her jeans by several degrees. He lay there panting as perspiration from her butt soaked into her underwear and into Tom’s face. Katie continued to turn the padlock dials, with no certainty that they’d ever be freed.

After a further half an hour of waiting in his increasingly humid jail, Katie finally cracked the code. She removed the padlock and wriggled out of her jeans. Tom sat up, the denim still locked around his neck, but with his head poking out of the top of the jeans, breathing fresh air.

“What shall we name that service?” Katie asked matter-of-factly as she slipped the blue dress back over her head.

“The near death experience?”

“Oh stop it you loved it.” she reprimanded crossly, not seeing the funny side.

Increasingly Tom found that he had to be carefully as to what he said. One negative comment, even if only in jest and she could react badly, her mood changing in an instant. But that aside, she was right of course, that had been one of the most sexy and exciting things he’d ever done.

“Right for that I’ll relock your hands.” Katie cried, still angry.

She pushed him over on to his front and pulled his hands behind his back. Kneeling on the bed, she used the little used ‘sit on the head’ technique to control her prisoner. Little used or not it worked, and his hands were soon locked behind his back.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be unlocking me?” Tom said, remembering that he’d already spent the night in her shackles.

“Am I?” Katie asked, her cute smile returning.

“Well you can’t leave me here all day.”

“Can’t I?.”

The truth was she could keep him there as long as she wanted. She had fed him and there was a drain and tap that he could use as a toilet.

With only a cute smile, the young girl in the short blue dress flitted back out of the cell and closed and locked the door behind her. All went black and he could do nothing but wait for her return.

Hands cuffed behind his back were much more uncomfortable göztepe escort bayan and after only an hour Tom’s arms were starting to ache. He struggled against the cuffs as much as he dared without marking his wrists, but he knew that relief wouldn’t come without Katie’s fingerprint.

But relief wasn’t going to come as Katie was back at Tom’s apartment. She’d been delighted to find that he’d left his safe unlocked as this meant that she could change the access code. With a new eight digit code of her choosing and with his passport, wallet, phone and a range of other important items inside, she locked it all up again.

She then accessed his online banking and transferred the agreed amount for rent of the cell from his account to hers, leaving the rest of his funds safely in the account. However Katie then changed his banking password just because she could.

She then showered again in his large shower and dressed in her same short blue dress, but with new underwear, this time black silk garments purchased from the proceeds of her business.

Before leaving the apartment, she found a bunch of keys that she discovered fitted all of the windows and internal doors. With a mischievous smile on her face, she walked around and locked every window and door securely and then added that sets of keys to the growing list of items locked with her code inside the safe.

It was mid-afternoon when Katie returned to the alley. She opened Tom’s cell to find him in pain from the cuffs.

“Please Katie, I’m begging you.” were his first words.

As much as she liked him to see him beg, she could see the pain on his face and quickly crouched down and touched the padlock. This time she even removed it and opened up the heavy cuffs.

Tom sat up and rubbed his stiff shoulders.

“New?” he smiled, looking at her panties that once again the blue dress did little to hide.

“Hey!”

Katie looked cross as she modestly tried to pull her dress down and then crossed her arms. She stood there in bare feet, having somehow discarded her shoes between the front door and the cell. She had her hair up in an untidy ponytail and her dress was slightly creased, but otherwise her fit slim body looked as good as always.

“I’ve been in these chains for almost twenty four hours.” Tom said as he pulled at his foot cuffs and the chain around his neck as if to demonstrate the point.

Katie smiled and shrugged.

“Do you plan on letting me out?”

Tom chose his words carefully again not quite able to read her mood.

“Not tonight.” she smiled.

At least she smiled. He was to be held in chains for another whole night and yet her softly spoken words only sent yet another chill of excitement through his body.

Katie opened her handbag and pulled out the modified jeans and dropped them on to the floor. She then walked to the door of the cell and started talking to someone. From his chained position, Tom couldn’t see who.

As Katie stood inside the cell, the heavy steel door slowly swung shut on her. They both listened as the bolt was slid home and padlocked.

“Who was that!” Tom exclaimed.

“My new assistant.”

“Assistant?”

“You’ll like being locked up by her.”

Katie was excited and giggling slightly nervously, she had always wanted to be locked up inside her own cells. She pushed up against the inside of the steel door and touched herself against it.

“And when will your assistant return?”

“In the morning.”

“And until then?”

“It’s just you and me.”

Tom lay there as Katie re-cuffed his hands, this time in front of him. She looked cuter than ever. He just hoped her good mood would last the night.

Katie then unpacked food and a bottle of wine from her handbag and laid it out on the floor in front of them. She poured the wine, she was eager to get started. She had many fantasies to explore and refine. Everything was planned.

The final thing on the list, before they both fell asleep, was to retry the two person jeans. Only this time there would be no going back. They would be locked in with secure key operated padlocks, the keys to which were in the possession of her new assistant. And Jess wouldn’t be returning until the morning.

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Just a Glimpse

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She was on her knees.

Her head down on the pillow.

Her hands bound in front of her.

She was attached to the headboard.

Semi-clothed.

Her blouse torn open and shredded.

Her bra unclasped and dangling underneath her.

Attached to each of her nipples were clamps.

The clamps were connected by a thin metal chain.

Her tits ached.

Her skirt was hiked up around her waist.

Her wet panties were pulled down around her thighs.

She wore thigh high stockings which now had runs.

She wore sexy pumps that matched her blouse.

Fuck me heels.

Whore.

Slut.

Bitch.

Fucktoy.

Her ass was pushed up and outward, presented.

Red with handprints and waiting for his use.

In her ass was a set of beads.

All five of them.

Filling her.

Making her feel every movement.

Enhancing every feeling within her.

In her pussy was the vibrator.

Thick, slick and smooth.

Filling her.

The vibrator was set to a low hum.

Torturing her.

Pushing her.

Teasing her.

Making her ache.

Making her want.

Her pussy was soaked.

His pussy.

The slut pussy.

Her juices lubricated the toy with no effort.

She heard the click of the camera.

Her mind visualize the picture.

It kadıköy escort bayan screamed at her.

Slut!

Fucktoy!

Whore!

Her pussy gushed further at the thought.

Her body trembled.

She was sheen with sweat.

How long she thought?

How could she last?

This task, impossible.

She felt her pussy contract again.

It felt like she was on the verge.

Her pussy leaked.

Her pussy ached.

It begged for release.

She did her best to be still.

She knew her challenge.

Remain still as long as possible.

Be a good girl.

His good girl.

No matter what.

Hold the vibrator.

Do not let it fall out.

Hold it for him.

Hold it as long as possible.

Hold it until he said stop.

Hold it until it fell out.

Control his slut pussy.

Denial for him.

How she wanted to move.

How she wanted to strech her body.

Her nipples ached.

Her body was sore.

She’d been used.

She’d been turned into a whore.

A fucktoy.

A vision.

A piece of art for his enjoyment.

She wanted to move.

Wanted to alieviate just a bit of the pain in her nipples.

The vibrator could slip out at any moment.

And if kartal escort bayan it did, she would be punished.

Hold on.

When it did, she would be punished.

Her pussy gushed.

Her only hope was to extend the time she held it.

She wanted to be punished.

But she wanted to please.

The longer she could control her slut pussy, the less severe her punishment.

She needed to be punished.

She needed to please.

Her eventual punishment.

Her ass felt full.

Her body felt full.

She felt used.

She wanted to be fucked.

She wanted to reach back and fuck the vibrator into her slut pussy.

She wanted to cum.

She needed to cum.

She knew she looked hot.

She looked like a slut.

Like a fucktoy.

Like a whore.

Like his good girl.

Don’t move.

Hold the vibrator.

Don’t cum.

Be a good girl.

It was buzzing in her cunt.

Making her ache.

Making her body ache.

Don’t cum.

Hold it.

Be a good girl.

She could smell his cock.

Hold it.

Don’t cum.

He was standing next to her head.

She craved his cock.

He was stroking his cock in front of her.

Teasing her.

She wanted to taste it.

She maltepe escort bayan licked her lips.

Taunting her.

She needed it.

Tempting her.

She wanted to suck it.

She wanted it in her aching pussy.

She wanted him to fuck her mouth.

She wanted him to fuck her ass.

She needed his cock.

She couldn’t have it.

He would deny her.

He would make her ache for it.

Focus on the vibrator.

Don’t let it fall out.

He would make her beg for it.

She loved to beg.

She hated to beg.

It made her feel dirty.

It made her feel slutty.

Like a whore.

Like a fucktoy.

She loved to beg.

It made her feel sexy.

It made her feel free.

She wanted to beg.

She tried not to clench her pussy.

She tried not to clench her pussy to fuck it.

She wanted it.

She needed it.

He was stroking his cock.

His cock was driving her crazy.

Her ass was so full.

Her body was needy.

Her cunt was soaked.

Her slut cunt.

His slut cunt.

She was a slut.

A fucktoy.

A whore.

No!

Fuck!

The room’s quite was suddenly replaced.

The vibrator lay, buzzin on the sheets.

Her pussy empty.

She shivered and a small moan escaped her mouth.

Her body was frozen.

Fear ran up her spine.

Her pussy leaked again.

Her body ached.

Her pussy felt so empty.

So needy.

It needed to be filled.

Her pussy needed to be punished.

Her pussy needed to cum.

She waited for her punishment.

She smiled to herself.

He laughed.

She shivered.

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Kathy Ch. 1

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— Author’s Warning —
== You should not read this if you’re under 18, you should not read this if you’re over 18.
== This is a fictitious story spawned from well-buried memories and the huge ego of the Author.

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Chapter 1

So, I knew this girl. Once upon a time in a far away land known as High School a buddy of mine introduced me to his new girlfriend. That’s nothing new, he was always showing up with a new girl of roughly the same type. This girl was named Kathy; she wasn’t really remarkable in any way I could see. Just like all his other girls, she was about 5’4,” 110 pounds, blonde, bluish-gray eyes. Average looks, average body, average intelligence, all the small details that a man’s mind records in the first few seconds he sees a new girl. We shook hands and she smiled at me.

Then I noticed her run her eyes over me recording all the same things I recorded about her. Compared with my pal I’m about as different as night and day so it kind of surprised me as she did this. I figured that if he was her type then why was she giving me the eye. I’m tall, 6’3″ and somewhere between thin and athletic, I’ve never weighed more than 180 pounds. I don’t work out but I’m pretty active so I have this stringy lithe frame while my buddy is all of about 5’6″ and 220 pounds, and built like a fireplug. I’m stereotypically Italian and he’s the epitome of mixed eastern Eurotrash, German, Russian and good old American stray dog.

Yet, I could feel Kathy judging and recording every detail from my shoe size to the distance between my thumb and pinkie finger. Tabulating the amount of testosterone in my body by estimating how much facial hair I had in my mustache and goatee. This behavior of hers continued for the next few weeks at school. She started giving me friendly and friendlier still hugs in-between classes when she’d see me in the halls. I kept refining my opinion of her until I decided that she was not really as interested in my friend as she was in me.

So, I figured big deal. Just another slut at this high school. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Well that’s what I thought anyway, but the world has a funny way of proving me wrong at every opportunity. As it turns out Kathy happened to be an extraordinary slut. Even though I hate using that term, a better one would be nymphomaniac, but I’m writing an erotic tale so I might as well use the parlance of the genre.

Well, Kathy was a determined young lady. Never one to spend any spare time alone or with her clothes on. Suffice to say she never wanted for any kind of sexual satisfaction. There was always someone around to help her out in any case. Throughout this time I kept getting little notes and glances from Kathy. An extra-long, extra-tight hello or goodbye hug. I was honestly not encouraging any of this attention and still it showed on my friend’s face whenever his girl would act like that around me. Then, Kathy started showing up at my after-school job, without my pal.

During, high school I had your average “Joe” job clerking a register at a small business. A job that consisted mainly of sitting on my ass, trying to stay awake or just hanging out with my friends who used to come ataşehir escort bayan there just to hang around. I was only one of two employees at the joint if that lends an idea of just how small a business it was.

Well, one night I had to close up the place. So about half an hour before closing time I started getting stuff ready to shut the place down. Since it was such a small business I was done ten minutes later and ready to get out of there. I had to run around to the back of the store to stow the mop and bucket and when I got back to the counter there was Kathy.

She was leaning against the counter, arms crossed and folded under her breasts with her back arched pushing her cleavage up to it’s highest pinnacle. Her hips were thrust back and out and her tight ass cheeks were just straining against her shorts. Her legs shot up from the floor barefoot into a pair of tight, short cut-offs that were only a brief denim divider between the bare skin of her legs and the bare midriff. Her flat belly swelled up into a pair of beautiful handful sized firm breasts captured behind a tight black belly shirt. Her hair was tied back into a straight blonde ponytail, her long bangs hanging down in the front and framing her face nicely. She was staring up at the board of prices behind the counter.

I came around the counter and said hello as I felt her eyes slid down from the wall and slither across my face.

“What are you doing after work?” she asked without bothering to say hello.

“I’m going home after I leave here,” I replied, “it’s been a long day, I’m tired, and I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“That’s a shame,” she sighed, almost to herself, “I wanted to talk with you.”

“‘Bout what?”

“Well, first of all I’m single again,” she admitted, “second, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Where do I come in?”

I knew where this was going, but I wasn’t about to play this game with her. I’d already heard about how she “became” single again. The guy she’d be doing on the side had spilled his guts to my friend in a customary act of cowardice. All in all, I was aroused by her manner and dress, but I wasn’t about to put any effort into snaring a girl who’d just treated a friend of mine the way she had.

“Oh, you know then,” she had noticed my curt manner, “do you hate me?”

“Honestly? I guess I don’t really care one way or the other.” the words just shot off of my tongue like steel, “What you do and who you fuck are two things that I have no control over.”

“Would you like to?” Her voice jumped as though I had said something that Kathy really wanted to hear.

“Would I like to what?” I asked, and made my eyes pin her down.

“Control me, would you like to determine who I fuck and why.” Her eyes were bright and the color in her face was deepening.

Suddenly it all sank in. She was submissive, and she had just offered herself to me.

“You’re looking for a Master is that it?”

“Yes,” she answered shyly this time, “how do you know about those things?”

“I get around, how the hell do you know about things like that? How long have you been in pendik escort bayan this kind of lifestyle?”

“I’m online,” she replied, and left it at that, it said it all really, “and I’ve never really been in the lifestyle. I’ve only read about D/S online, and I’d always picture myself as the girl and YOU as the Master.”

“Why me?” I had leaned across the counter now and was staring directly into her cloudy-day colored eyes.

“Well,” she began and her eyes slid down to the countertop between us, “because of the way you look right through me. Your eyes make me feel like I’m pinned down. It really turns me on.”

At this point I knew I was in complete control of her, she’d do anything I said gladly. It was then that I decided I was going to toy with her first. I’d use her for my pleasure and draw it out for as long as I could before giving her any kind of gratification. I was going to test her submissive mettle.

“Go into the backroom,” I ordered her, “take off your clothes and kneel down on the floor. Wait for me there.”

Kathy didn’t even hesitate; she spared one quick glance into my eyes and scampered off into the back while I finished closing down the shop and turning off all the lights. I locked the front door and walked slowly through the darkened shop into the back storage room. I flicked on only one of the overhead fluorescent banks of lights and there, dimly illuminated on the floor, was Kathy.

Kneeling, as ordered, on the thin industrial carpeting naked as ordered, with her clothes scattered messily over some boxes. Her head was bowed and she held one hand grasped in the other behind her back. The sensually tight package of her body was unwrapped and displayed nicely for me.

“Who are you?” I asked her.

“No one.”

“Then I don’t know you and I should leave, I’ll ask again. Who are you?”

“I’m your slave-girl,” she answered.

“Better, now who am I?”

“You’re my Master.”

“Good, what is it you want.”

“To be your slave.”

“Wrong, what is it you want?”

“To make you happy.”

“Perfect, now stand up.”

She did as I said and stood at attention, trembling slightly and shivering. I walked around her, taking in every curve of her body. I came up behind her and took her soft shoulders in my hands and pulled her back against my chest.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll never hurt you and you’ll never have anything to worry about.” I breathed the words into her ear and felt her body ripple under my hands. Gooseflesh broke out across her arms and legs and she leaned heavily against my chest.

“Thank you, Master.” her voice was raspy and barely audible.

“Now, back on your knees. Tonight you’ll pleasure me and then you’ll be free until tomorrow. I’ll have some interesting things dreamt up for you by then. You’re not to bring yourself to orgasm, ever, without my permission. Do you understand, Kathy?”

“Yes, Sir.” she replied while sinking back to the floor.

I strolled back around her kneeling form. Reaching down and pulling her chin up to meet her eyes I caressed her chin and let her take a pair ümraniye escort bayan of my fingers into her mouth.

“Very good, Kathy, now you know what to do.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” with that she reached up and slid the zipper of my jeans down. Her eyes never left mine while she undid the button and slid my jeans down with my boxers in them.

A small, mouse-like gasp left her when she saw the size of my half-hard cock. Her eyes glanced between my organ back to my eyes and they were wide and staring. Her small hands crept around the shaft and started to massage the blood down into my cock. I started to harden quickly and her small hands began gripping me harder and making longer and longer strokes up and down my shaft. Slowly Kathy brought her mouth closer and closer to my meat and tentatively flicked her tongue out to taste the tip. I smoothed her hair back and curled her ponytail around one fist, taking control of her head movements. I moved her forward slowly onto my cock, savoring the feel of her lips and tongue sliding over the large sensitive head of my cock and enjoying the tight smooth heat of her mouth. Kathy twitched slightly when the head of my cock made contact with the back of her throat but kept on moving down. Instead of making her deep throat me right off the bat I pulled her back until only the tip was still between her tight sucking lips. Her eyes looked up into mine. Gauging whether or not I was displeased, I smiled down at her and slid her mouth forward again.

Then I let go of her hair and let her take it at her own pace. Kathy took right to the task with passion, wrapping her hands around the length of shaft that she just could take into her mouth. Her tight lips clamped down on my cock and kept up an excruciatingly slow pace until the first moans escaped from deep within me. Kathy changed her tempo exactly as I felt my orgasm starting to swell inside. Her hands flew faster and kept perfect time with her hard sucking lips. She only had to keep this up for another half a minute before I exploded into her mouth. When the first taste of my cum hit her tongue both of her hands left my cock and wrapped themselves around my hips. Kathy pulled me to her as closely as she could, clamping her lips down and sucking as hard as she possibly could. She was whimpering now deep in her throat and swallowing as fast as she could.

I was finally done filling her mouth and Kathy slowly withdrew her mouth from my cock. She stayed on her knees before me, still licking any errant drops from the tip of my cock. When she was satisfied she looked up at me with a content look on her face. Her cloud-colored eyes were shining and her smile was beautiful in the low light. I replaced my pants on my hips and helped her up from the floor.

We embraced for awhile, with Kathy’s head nestled against my chest while I traced patterns around the soft muscles in her naked back. Finally we pulled apart.

“You did very well tonight, Kathy. You made me very happy.” I smiled and looked into her eyes, “Now, I want you to get dressed and go home and get some sleep. You’re going to have a long night ahead of you tomorrow, darling.”

I helped her straighten her clothes and sent her out ahead of me so I could lock up. We embraced and kissed softly in the parking lot and then I watched her drive away. During the slow happy drive home I turned over the events of the evening and started making plans for the next night. Then there was the weekend to think about. I’d have to make sure to switch shifts with the boss.

To Be Continued…

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