His Temptation

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His Temptation –

The house was dark, the main room only lit by the flickering of the many candles she so loved. The TV was off, the forlorn Playstation 3 resting beside it, unused and unloved for the evening’s entertainment. In the distant kitchen the remains of the evening meal, lovingly prepared by the both of them had been washed and cleaned away, as was their tradition, the home tidy for the morning.

The girl, a young woman in her early 20’s, rested on the couch. She was dressed as she had been instructed, a short black mini-skirt of the sort that caused passing men to think lewd thoughts concealed her perfect ass, while a simple black zip-down jacket concealed the tanktop that was her only other garment. Panties shoes, socks, even her bra had been abandoned by her masters order, and she could not help but feel a shiver of cold upon the evening indoor air. At least her breasts were comfortable enough, her skinny form boasting a stunning B cup, almost large enough to qualify as a C, although the extra sensitive nipples nature had blessed her with felt oddly stimulated against the rough fabric of the top. Her legs were folded before her, one atop the other her head leaning back on the couch, her eyes closed. This too, was part of her instructions which had been neatly handed to her in an envelope after dinner. She had rushed to obey without question, vanishing into their shared room to put on the required garments, only to discover that when she had returned, her master was gone.

Master…

Her mind loved the thought, the sound of the word. A free pale hand traced up her top and brushed against the other item that she wore, although you could hardly call it a garment. It was simple really, a leather band attached by buckle around her neck, a small ring hanging down over her windpipe. The collar of a submissive, the sign she wore every day to scream at the world that her mind and her soul belonged so utterly to him. It would be pointless to try to put it into words, the aching of her heart, the shivering of her skin, the look in their shared eyes when they gazed upon the other. But the finger now tracing over the collar was all the reminder and understanding she needed to know where she belonged. She knew not where he had gone, but she did not complain, she followed her orders, knowing, longing for him to be back to share whatever surprises and pleasures the evening would bring.

James, although she never called him that, was waiting in the kitchen. Dressed as simply as the girl he wore a dark purple shirt, black jeans, and a pair of boxer shorts. He too, like the girl wore no socks or shoes but for him there was a more practical reason. His eyes, brilliantly blue, watched the girl in the candlelight, the flicking shades of yellow glinting off her rare and precious ginger hair, worn loose and free causing it to pool around the back of her head.

He knew that he would have her tonight. It would not be the first of course, the couple had long since performed every depraved act that they hand a mind to do so since they met those few short years ago. But that had never made any difference; it had never been less special, less passionate. Every time was different and unique, and he knew tonight would be no different. Slowly now, he walked towards her unclothed feet making no trace of noise as they stalked upon the carpet the girl, his Temptation, unaware of his steady approach.

A sharp intake of breath was the first thing that caught her mind and body as she felt a hand lash out from behind the couch and grapple around her neck, thumb on onside, forefinger on the other applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult, but not impossible.

‘Daddy?..’

The word slipped from her lips as she tried to lift her head further backwards to get a look at her attacker, the hand that had formerly been playing with her collar attempting in vain to prize off the hand around her neck. But he was standing too far back his head just out of her line of sight, and the struggling only making the pressure on her neck all the harder. Already her mind was racing, the space between her legs growing hot. The harder she struggled the more helpless she felt, a fucktoy for his amusement.

‘Good Evening Pet… You look, delicious. A proper little slut.’

‘Only for you, Daddy…’

She continued to struggle, but she had never really been able to overpower him, the hand locked at her neck remained there, even now both her hands were struggling to remove the threat.

‘Only for me? I’ve seen you wear those clothes out before. I’ve seen the way you’ve let other men look at you. You know you had other men before me.’

‘I’m sorry Daddy, I never meant…’

With a lighting movement James stepped around the couch his hand never leaving her neck as he came to stand before her, his legs brushing against hers as he looked down on his captive slut. Before the sentence was even finished his free hand lashed out, capturing a beautiful handful of hair near the roots, fingers balling into a fist as he gained bakırköy escort complete control of her head. The girl’s eyes grew wide as she looked up at him, her sentence abruptly changing into a strangled.

‘Sir…’

James’ voice continued on however, his harsh tone brooking no argument, no remorse, no escape, his hand tightening against her hair as if reminding his little whore all the pain he could make her suffer at but a whim.

‘You owe me, whore, you owe me more than you could explain, and you’re not done paying it back. On your knees!’

Struggling forward the ginger attempted to comply with her orders but apparently not fast enough for the older man. Her head and neck yanked uncomfortably forward even as she struggled, the result being an uncomfortable landing at His feet, naked knees slamming into the carpet as her pretty features came to eyelevel with the growing bulge in his crotch. At least the hand about her throat slipped away, making the breathing easier, although part of her twisted mind knew that really she wanted it back…

‘You know what I want my little fucktoy, don’t you? Give me what I want, or I’ll take it out on your ass.’

A little nod escaped the girl, her hands obediently rising to undo the jeans, pulling them down to around his ankles, before repeating the motion as quickly as she might with his boxers. As the garments started to slide away, his cock broke three. Nothing special perhaps, a seven inch long shaft, not to thick or thin, just right in fact, to be rammed all the way up to the hilt in her throat. A lesson that she remembered well, for that first night she had thought perhaps she might choke to death. Since then it had become easier of course, hours of throatfucking breaking her into the role, but every time she saw the cock hanging before her lips all the memories of helplessly having her face shafted came rushing back, the helplessness and abuse doing nothing but making her hotter and damper her twisted mind eager for the abuse to come.

‘That’s better. Now look up and open wide.’

She did as she was bidden, brown eyes rising to meet his own blue ones, her lips parting as wide as she was able. There was not even time for a simple ‘Yes Sir’ before she found her head dragged forwards by the hair, a good four inches introduced rapidly to her mouth, her tongue already starting to move as best as it was able as her masters cock forced it’s way even deeper. Five inches, six.. her hands pushed out against his legs, trying automatically to push him away, but it was no use. Two hands were on the back of her head now, and she was about to gag, the fullness of him buried inside her. She couldn’t breathe she couldn’t think, she…

Then it began to slide out, swiftly, her tongue tracing elegant patterns on his receding head, the salty warm taste of precum making her mouth water all the more. The breather did not last long however, his cock forcing its way back into her with wild abandon as he settled into his favorite pattern of facefucking, her head helpless in his hands. She could try and resist him with her teeth of course, but once again, prior experience had taught her that that path was never worth following. Just thinking about it made her ass ache in sympathetic pain. It was easier… And for the part of her mind that could attempt to think, much more enjoyable to just go with the flow, to open herself as wide as may and let him side his warm shaft right down her throat. She might gag, certainly breathing through her nose alone had been a hard won talent but there was something…

Her train of thought was abandoned as the rough hands intensified their grip on her head, forcing her forward, James’ cock hitting the back of her throat and pressing deep in, no further sliding in and out as he held her there face buried in his crotch the smell of his manhood assaulting her noise. A weak moan escaped her, a mistake perhaps as it allowed his cock a good half a centimeter further down. Her tongue licked, or tried to, at the shaft which kept itself thrust deeply in her.

God…

She was so helpless, held in place her lovers hands thick in her hair her mouth filled with his essence, she couldn’t help it. She needed release; the fire between her legs was unbearable. Her fingers slipped from her master’s leg, first heading to the floor, and then rapidly sliding up her own. Thank the lord she hadn’t worn any panties, she wanted to, she needed too… A shiver went down her spine as fond her mark, two elegant fingers taking herself in deep.

‘Whore!’

Suddenly, her mouth was filled with a fresh rush of air, her slender form thrown away as James at first yanked her head free of his cock and then abandoned her hair tossing her back into the couch. Spread backwards against it her legs parted and her tiny black skirt hitched up where she had slipped in her fingers; she knew her sin was revealed for him to see. She should of never had done it, she knew she was not allowed to please herself without His consent, bahçelievler escort but she had been so desperate, she needed him, needed more. Now he had seen her, must have been watching her break the rules, and she would be punished.

‘Did I say you could please yourself, slut?’

‘No Sir…’

She shrunk back away from him against the couch, her voice soft as she raised her gaze from his moist cock up to his wrathful features. He could be so harsh when he wanted to be.

‘Then why are you doing it? Are you breaking your rules again?’

‘No Sir… I mean, yes, but, I wanted…’

Before the sentence could be finished she felt her neck snap to the side and the familiar feel of her ears ringing. A hand rushed up to her face, the other still resting upon her pussy, to feel the fresh heat that was her cheek. There was something about being slapped that… Suddenly her hand was torn away, James’ strong grip about her wrist yanking the limb away from her features, this time he delivered another stinging slap, a backhand and worse than the first. A tear welled in her eye with the sudden pain of it all, but a trace of defiance was still in her eyes. Her free hand raised in an attempt to defend herself from further assault, but that to was then snatched.

‘You’re mine wench. I’m going to take you, and use you, and you’re going to beg for every second, or find yourself alone on the cold floor.’

‘Daddy… I…’

She forced the words out, even as he discarded his grip on her arms, crouching before her as his fingers sort a different target. She could still fight, but she was terrified he’d leave her. It had happened before, one time she had pushed too far and fought too hard, that she’d been abandoned, soaking wet and alone on the bed, arms tied to the bed head, her pussy crying for attention. He’d just sat back and watched her squirm, his cock in hand jacking himself off while her eyes screamed out in regret. Then he’d came, across her breasts and neck, roughly slid two fingers into her pussy, and then walked out the door. By the time he’d returned ten minutes later, she knew that she could never take that again. Now was no different.

Her body fell limp, hands dropping to her sides as he took a hold of the zipper and roughly pulled it down, tugging the top over her unresisting shoulders moments later. Next he yanked the tank top up, exposing her smooth stomach and her unconcealed breasts, his eyes fixated upon them, his figure and pose suggesting more and more a man lost in lust.

‘That’s better. You like being exposed for your master don’t you, little whore?’

She nodded weakly. It was true, there wasn’t much more that got her off than lying helpless and exposed before him, after he’d already begun using her body, when she could still taste his cock in her throat, when she knew what was coming.

‘Show me those breasts.’

The girl knew what he meant. Her hands raised off the floor and cupped her milky orbs, massaging them, playing with them, her fingers rubbing across those oh so sensitive nipples as her eyes looked up at him. Already, one of James’ hands had retreated from her, returning to his cock which she stroked up and down with a regular motion, his eyes fixated on her performance. Onwards she continued, her motions getting stronger, more determined as her body got more and more frustrated. Why wouldn’t he just fuck her? The wait was what she both hated and loved the most about sex, desperation was just such a difficult motion to savor, but every moment he held off from fucking her was one more moment she could fantasize about doing it, and one more moment that made her eventual surrender and use better.

‘Enough.’

He stopped her with a word, her arms dropping back to the floor immediately as he gave the command, years of inbuilt discipline making the act almost natural. His hands now took her by the shoulders, holding and pinning her against the couch as he leaned in and kissed her. Not on the mouth of course, this was not the time for that, but on her neck, her shoulders, her ears, a never ending series of kisses, and the occasional bite, first one side, then the other. Briefly as he switched sides his lips hovered before hers, as if daring her to kiss him, but as she leaned out, he coldly moved aside before returning to his assault on her neck.

Twitching now, she struggled against his grip, but the hold was relentless and the more she fought the harder the pressure on her shoulders became.

Then, he started downwards without another word, a final bite to her neck before his lips reached her breasts. First gently, then harder, moving around across her nipples, teasing her nibbling at the soft skin, caressing them with a brief lick of the tongue. Intensifying her struggle, she tried to twist herself away, but it was no good. The way she was held, she couldn’t even reach her hand around to try to please herself, although she knew that would be a terrible mistake.

Just as she thought zeytinburnu escort she couldn’t take anymore, his hands dropped from her shoulders to her legs. His head lifting he backed off a little, and then with that some formidable iron grip pulled her forwards, dragging her uncomfortably across the carpet for a moment so that she was lying with her head against the couch, and her legs spread. Her tank top was tugged up uncomfortably around her shoulders, and the jacket still worn upon her arms but not her body seriously restricted her freedom of movement. None of that seemed to concern James however, as his hand reached forward and casually flicked her damp skirt away from her sodden pussy.

‘My my… You do have a wet little cunt don’t you? I told you were a slut. I’ve done nothing but use you, and you’re dripping… Let me clean that up.’

Down came his head, and suddenly she could feel the warmth of his breath and the feel of his tongue licking slowly against her clit.

‘Ooohh… Daddy…’

She couldn’t help the murmur; there was little that felt more incredible than having his head buried down there. By way of appreciation she spread her legs as far as she could, allowing him easy access. A shudder and a sigh quickly took her, as his licking adopted a steady hard pace, only broken by the moments he paused to take her clit fully into his mouth, nibbling it gently while flicking it with his tongue. Quickly, sighs became moans, and then loud ones. She loved being loud, mostly because she knew he loved it just as much. As long as there was no-one around to pry, she’d scream for him every other night.

The licking intensified now, quick darts of his tongue now entering her pussy full on, her master as always greatly enjoying the taste of her wetness, a sign of her appreciation and lust for him.

‘Oh Daddy… More… Please, don’t stop…’

She begged, she always begged for him in the end one way or another. Sometimes he made her beg before she even got to touch his cock, other times to cum, or be fucked. It was an important reminder of her place, that without her obedience, she got nothing.

Ohh…

Another shudder wracked her body and she cried out. He had paused, his tongue now deep inside her pussy, writhing about inside rapidly, a feeling that you could never achieve with a finger. Already filled with quite enough tensision from the wait she shuddered again, the words she had always known she would utter escaping her lips.

‘Oh Daddy, please… Please let your little whore cum.’

There was no response, only the shaking of his head from side to side, the movement as much a trick to provide variation in pleasuring as it was a response.

‘Oh no, Daddy, please, I need to cum, please let me…’

This time his head lifted, eyes locking with hers as a finger traced lightly up her leg before plunging deep into her.

‘No.’

The single cold word hung there as he started working her with the finger, pushing deep inside, in and out. Then, two fingers, both working together taking her deep and rapidly, his thrusts strong and regular.

‘Please… I’ll do anything Daddy, please let your little girl cum…’

Another moan escaped her, then another, trembles gripping her body.

‘Please!’

Suddenly, his head lowered and she uncontrollably moaned again, holding herself on the edge only by sheer force of willpower as he started to enthusiastically lick her shaven pussy while fingering her. Oh god… She couldn’t hold on any longer, she couldn’t… She…

‘Cum slut.’

The two words were all she needed. A half scream escaped her well used throat as she twisted, her body writing as the orgasm subsided. The torture below did not however, his tongue back to work on her as soon as his words had been uttered, his fingers… Oh god now there were three, working her in and out. She was so unbelievably wet and the orgasm had done nothing for her sex drive. Her brain was breaking now, logical thought drifting out the window. She needed to be fucked, she needed to feel him inside her, to be wanted to be used…

‘Daddy, fuck me. Please I need you to fuck me.’

Her hands returned from her side to her breasts, heedless of the punishment that might be inflicted on her. He would want to see wouldn’t he? It would show him she was being a good slut, that she was doing what he enjoyed, make him want to fuck her. … She shuddered and moaned as her fingers found those sensitive nipples…

‘Oh… Please… Sir… Fuck me… Take me… Use me… Please…’

Abruptly the torture stopped, the girl already part way to her second climax of the night. James’ still clad in his shirt moved atop her, his hands landing once more on her shoulders, pinning her to the floor. Her sodden cunt offered no resistance whatsoever as James’ rock had shaft, still damp from her saliva slid straight into her pussy, the action eliciting a moan from her master, and an even louder one from the girl herself.

‘Oh… Daddy…’

The words seemed mindless and repetitive, but decent conversation was not on her mind as he forced himself in as deep as he could, his hands keeping her pinned, her own hands trapped between his chest and hers, still playing with her breasts. No sooner was he all the way in than he withdrew, sliding in and out, hard and fast. No gentle beginning, no teasing, just straightforward hard fucking.

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HIdden Desires 3 Ch. 03

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Moving around the living room and setting up the equipment you will be using for the night of pleasure you have in store for you love when she comes home. You set up the table with the toys you will once again be using this night and making sure they are clean and sterile. Placing each toy next to each other by size, moving from the smallest of the dildo’s to the largest. Then placing out the nipple clamps, arranging them in order of tightness. Then placing out the butt plugs setting them up in the same fashion as the dildos from the smallest to the largest. Setting out the candles and then moving to the toy of choice for this night. Taking the flogger into your hands and holding it by the leather handle. Wound with braided leather strips and made for your hand, testing it against your legs and seeing how it leaves nice strips where it hits and smiling. This will be a night to remember and a night of fun and new experiences.

Leaving a note on the kitchen table you go out and do some errands and go and make the final preparations for the night. The note reads as follows: “go to the bed room and dress in a short white flowing gown and be kneeling and waiting for me to arrive.” Smiling to yourself you leave timing to be back in an hour.

Returning from her errands for the day, she sees the note on the table. She reads the note and moves to the bedroom and gets into the gown you have told her to be in and kneels on the floor waiting for your arrival. You arrive back home from making your rounds and seeing that the note has been removed you move to the bedroom and see her kneeling and waiting just as you have asked of her. Seeing her radiant beauty dressed in the gown and having her hair down and around her shoulders. Moving to her you lean down and inhale her perfume and smiles knowing that she wears this to make you crazy for her. Reaching onto the bed you pick levent escort up the blindfold that is sitting there and slowly place it over her eyes. Feeling her body tremble at not being able to see what is happening, you know this excites her tremendously. Helping her to her feet you both walk out of the room.

With you leading her slowly by the hand into the living room you stand her in front of the spreader bar and the tables you have set up for tonight’s fun. You undo the dress and let it fall from her shoulders softly. Sliding it slowly off her hips and down to her feet where you have her step out of it. Slowly turning her to face the table you have set up and bending her over the edge of it you restrain her hands to the ends. Then moving back to her legs you have her spread them wide and places the spreader bar into place and attach it to her legs. Then you attach the restraints to her ankles keeping her in place and not able to move.

Moving beside her you lightly run your fingers over her skin softly letting your fingers tips touch her lightly. Leaning down and letting her feel your breath on her neck and cheeks. Knowing the lighting is just right and the curtains are open you begin the nights fun. Reaching to the table and picking up a small butt plug and running it lightly over her body and letting her feel it. Then sliding it gently downs her body to her ass and slowly sliding it into her filling her ass with the butt plug. Sliding the butt plug into her slowly and letting her get used to the feeling of it and it’s size. Once the butt plug is in place, you reach back and pick up the flogger. Running it slowly and softly over her back and ass. Watching her body tremble from being filled in her ass trying to hold back her moans of pleasure. Sliding the butt plug in and out of her ass slowly and caressing cihangir escort her back and thighs with your fingertips, making her moan more. Sliding out the small butt plug and setting it back on the table you run the flogger over her back tenderly and down to her ass. She knows that you have had a desire to whip her ass and spank her as well. She knows that you are getting ready to do something but not sure what. Till she feels the flogger hit her ass hard, leaving their marks on her. Standing behind her you raise the flogger again and whip her again. Watching her cheeks redden with each hit and seeing her pussy getting wet with each smack.

Smiling and watching how wet she is getting from you whipping her ass. You know that you will be spanking her more often smiling. Moving back and reaching down and undoing her ankle clamps you have her turn over onto her back and lay on the table with her ass hanging over the edge of it. After she has turned over you pull her legs up so they are in a V shape, opening her pussy and ass up to you for your pleasure. Hooking the chain you had looped through an eyehook in the ceiling and attaching it to the ankle restraints, keeping her legs in the air. Moving to the table and picking up a dildo, and a larger butt plug, moving back to her and running them over her body softly and letting her feel them. Moving to the end of the table and sliding the dildo into her pussy slowly and deep watching her try to thrust up to meet it. At the same time sliding the bigger butt plug into her ass slowly letting her ass get used to the size of it.

Slowly sliding them both in and out of her ass and pussy making her moan in pleasure but holding her orgasm in check and not Cumming. Watching her, you speed up the thrust into her pussy and ass. Leaning close to her and breathing on her feriköy escort clit and letting her feel your hot breath on her. Sliding the dildo deep into her and pushing in the large butt plug you move up and attach to her the nipple and clit clamps. Attaching first the nipple clamps one at a time, watching her reaction and how her body trembles at the pain and pleasure of them. Smiling you attach the clit clamp to her clit and watches her convulse in pleasure wanting to cum. Moving slowly back down her body you slide the butt plug out of her ass and silently drop your robe. Letting it fall to the floor and leaving your hard erect cock sticking out.

Moving between her upturned legs you slide your cock slowly over her lips of and then down to her ass and slowly slide into her. Sliding deep into her ass and pulling on the chain for the claps making her scream. Sliding deep and slowly into her ass as she groans and tries to press back to you in pleasure. Reaching up and playing with her clit as you slide in and out of her ass harder and deeper also moving the dildo in and out of her pussy. Stimulating her with twice the pleasure and three more time with the clamps on her body. Thrusting in and out of her ass, you whisper to her to let go and cum as you fuck her ass and pussy harder. Thrusting your cock into her ass and the dildo into her pussy you see her release her body and letting it release her juices.

Feeling her exploding and letting her juices run out of her pussy and down onto your cock as you thrust faster and deeper into her and exploding deep into her ass. Filling her with your cum and enjoying the sensation. Undoing the spreader bar and letting her legs down slowly and sliding your cock and the dildo out of her you move up and undoing her wrist restraints and gently sliding off the blindfold. Lifting her up off the table you carry her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed and you move in next to her and hold her close to you. Holding her close and whispering to her that she did well tonight and kissing her deeply you both lay together and in each other’s arms till you fall asleep.

I hope you have enjoyed this little series of stories. I will write more depending on feedback.

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Her New Year’s Resolution

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I am excited getting ready for our traditional New Year’s brunch at the local Inn. Then we will spend two nights at the Inn relaxing and making love; with a good deal of kink.

We have done this our five years of marriage. The last two years our marriage has lost its luster; A marriage of habit. I am going to change that; my New Year’s Resolution is to add the kink back to our sex life, and have more. It has been six months since without kink, three without sex. We used to take turns being dominate.

I have been planning for weeks. Reserved the room a day early to set everything up. I get dressed, black fish net stockings and a black corset; with subtle sprays of my favorite “Domme” Perfume.

Over this I put on a conservative blouse, and a calve length skirt. I struggle into my sexy black boots, and check myself in the mirror. Nobody would know this very proper outfit hides lingerie delights. My pussy is already wet.

My husband calls me down, time to leave. He is surprised that my overnight bag is so small, I had already taken many things to the inn, and set up in the room. He is surprised my overnight bag is so small, most of my stuff already at the Inn.

We are going to have a romantic brunch, then a very spicy session where I will dominate him. Followed by pillow talk about our New Year’s resolution.

So many ideas dance in my head; outdoor sex, more adventurous toys, attending local kink event, maybe adding additional partners. Instead of us switching the domination role every time, have the dominate be in charge for a week or two. So many possibilities for longer term fun. It is going to be a great year. By 2016, our intimacy will define our love.

We are seated, several plants around the table give it extra privacy. We order mimosas. When our drinks arrive I start blatantly flirting. He looks surprised at my words of desire and longing for his body. I can’t wait to see him upstairs, undressing for me.

He takes his first good look at me, and says I look lovely. He etiler escort gives me a smile. I have his full attention for the first time in months. We drink and flirt as we wait for our food. My hand moves to his crotch, I squeeze hard. He reacts quickly with a hard on.

He is suddenly eager to finish brunch. We touch each other and laugh often, as I run my fingers up and down his cock.

Before I know it we are up to the room. As soon as the door closes, he pins me up against the door and kisses me hard and deep. I roughly squeeze his balls, he yelps and backs away.

“Boy, I am your Mistress and Goddess. You try and take control like that again and I will bind you and bring up someone else to have sex with while you watch.” I tell him. “Do you want that?”

He looks surprised, but I can see his cock bulging, so I know this is turning him on. I walk over to a dresser, and pull out a cock cage.

“Get Naked and Put this on, Boy” I say.

“My cock needs release, can I put it on after I pleasure you with my cock?” he begs.

In response I pull up a riding crop and hit him in the crouch with it. Since he is still fully clothed, this does not cause a good deal of discomfort.

“Shut up and do what you are told. Do not question me again. I brought a ball gag, and will use it.” I say.

He quickly does what I ask, he has a hard time getting the cage on his hard cock. I watch, making it clear he is taking too long.

“Stand with your hands behind your head, legs spread.” I order him.

He obeys. I slowly walk around him. Inspecting my property. I rub the crop on his ass gently, then apply five quick sharp hits in the same spot. He grunts, but remains silent.

I sigh audibly, “I am very disappointed boy. You seem to have forgot your training. “

“Thank you, Goddess” he replies.

I repeat the crop process on the other side. Then I slide the crop between his thighs, and repeat the process “Accidentally” bağcılar escort grazing his balls.

He is very good at remembering to thank me. I notice a couple tears running down his face. However, his cock is still as hard.

I taunt him, “Ah did we get some owies?”

He just grits his teeth and says nothing. I smile, this is going better then I hoped.

I am soaking wet and can’t wait anymore, I never have been patient. I order him to lay spread eagle on the bed, he does. I pull out the bindings I had already placed under the bed.

I stand in front of him and strip down to my corset and fish nets. I reach down and rub my wet pussy, all the while just staring at his cock. Treating him like a piece of man meat. I put some fingers through the fish net and tear an opening at my crouch.

I climb up on the bed and straddle his face.

I tell him “Once you have given me three orgasms, I will fuck you.”

I slip a dildo into my cunt, so I have something inside me while and licks and sucks.

“Oh, and if you don’t keep the dildo in with your tongue, the orgasm count goes up.” I tell him.

Then I position my cunt over him. I grab the headboard and grind my pussy into his face. Uncharacteristically, I don’t think about his comfort, smothering him with my pussy. He is trying to lick and suck, but I am making it hard by moving. I am so turned on, the power I feel is exhilarating.

Finally he manages to suck my clit into his mouth, sucking it hard. I cum hard. He uses his tongue to push the dildo in and out of me several times. I am moaning in pleasure, he flicks my clit with his tongue and I cum a second time.

I grind harder on his face. I am not sure how he is managing to breath, or keep from drowning in my juices. This power is such a turn on, I cum as soon as he gets my clit into his mouth again.

I know I should be more patient, draw this out. My need is driving me crazy. There will be plenty topkapı escort of time to be go slow later this year. I unlock his cock cage, and his cock springs free. I stand next to the bed and pull two devious torture devices out of a drawer.

Vagisal to numb his cock, and a rubber to keep it on him and not me. Both will drive him crazy with frustration, not delaying his orgasm.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Well boy, you often complain about cumming to fast, I am helping you a bit.” I try for an innocent look on my face, but I think the smirk spoils it.

He tries to dodge my hand as I rub the Vagisal on his cock, such a wasted effort; there is no place to go. His look of dismay only increases my power high. I own him. I slide the condom on.

I climb on his cock, and go WILD! It becomes a blur to me, I let my body and sensations take over as I ride him hard and fast; slowly and teasing; grinding against him so my clit gets hit; rotating my hips in different directions. I have never felt like such a sexual siren. An occasional look at his face shows a mix of desire, and frustration that he can’t feel to achieve an orgasm.

Way after the vagisal wears off, I move up a little and pull of the condom. He cums hard as soon as I thrust down on him. Long and hard, I can tell that it is a big load. After sitting on him for a few moments, I move up to his mouth so he can clean all of his cum out of me.

I roll off and unbind him, I curl up next to him and whisper “I love you”. He relaxes for about 10 minutes, then says he has to go take a shower to clean up. I am so happy as I lay there. Anxious to tell him all about our New Year’s resolution.

He comes out, fully dressed. This puzzles me, aren’t we going to spend the rest of the day in bed?

He has a stern look on his face.

He tells me, “That was very intense, and probably the best sex I have ever had. I am sorry to do this, but I thought today was appropriate, New Year, new start. I am in love with a women from work, I met her about two years ago. I have been seeing her since then. I am leaving. Stay here for the next couple of days, I will have my stuff out of the house when you return.”

Then he walks out, without another word or a look back.

I curl up on the bed in shock, thinking “That was not the resolution I was planning.”

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Pt. IV: At The Beach

When it was fully inserted she refastened the panel and told me to stand up. The act of standing was quite painful because of the dildo and also because I was beginning to get a hard on and the restraining straps were restricting the erection of my prick.

She told me to sit down, but when I sat it pushed the butt plug deeper into my rectum and my dick between my legs made it very uncomfortable.

She took a pair of leather straps from the box and got Roger to fasten my wrists to the side of the pants next to my hips so that I couldn’t move my arms.

A gag was then put in my mouth and fastened in place with a strap behind my head. I was now completely helpless to resist anything that Helen or Roger wanted to do to me.

Although I was helpless my prick continued to try to grow against the strapping that held my balls and prick in place between my legs. I began to feel scared at what they were going to do to me but excited by the thought. I had never been under the total control of another person before I entered this house, but since then I had been forced to do things that I had never dreamed of, and I found it exciting!

‘OK, slave,’ said Helen, ‘come with me.’

I was taken out into the garden and into a large shed. Roger followed. I saw in the corner a large wooden frame and was led over to it. It was about 8 feet by 6 feet and was leaning against the wall of the shed. On the frame were straps that were obviously intended to hold someone’s wrist and ankles in pace… my wrists and ankles!!!

My hands were released from the straps at my side and I was pushed with my back against the frame. My hands and legs were secured to the straps so that I was held firmly, and a belt was put around my waist and pulled tight so that I was hard against the framework.

I was totally helpless and under the control of these people!

‘Roger is quite handy with these little toys, isn’t he,’ giggled Helen, ‘lets see what sort of things we can do to you.’

She put her hand under my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, my penis was now almost totally erect but because of the strapping it was held down between my legs and was causing me some pain.

Roger was standing besides Helen in front of me and she commanded him to kneel before her and lick her cunt. The sight of this caused my prick to swell even bigger and the subsequent pain made me cry out, but the gag in my mouth stopped me from making too much noise.

After a few minutes Roger was told to stand up and release my penis from its place between my legs, it sprang up to full erection in a few seconds, the relief was tremendous but my balls were still strapped apart.

Helen then got her small whipping strap and commenced to spank me across the chest and belly until very were bright red. I couldn’t cry out because of the gag in my mouth and couldn’t get away because of the straps. She then began to hit my dick which was swollen to a massive size, it was extremely painful but before I could help it I ejaculated in a great spurt and collapsed against my restraints.

I must have passed out because the next thing I remember I was bent over a type of table with my arms and legs pinioned and my arse exposed. Helen was standing in front of me, she was dressed in her Mistress’ outfit and I could hear Roger moving behind me.

‘OK,’ said Helen, ‘he’s awake now, you can commence the next phase Roger.’

I felt something being pushed up the hollow dildo that was still inserted in my arsehole and felt it as it emerged from the end into my anus.

Then I heard some liquid slopping about and felt the warm trickle as it was obviously poured down a tube, through the hollow dildo and into my arse.

It seemed to go on for ages, when suddenly the tube was pulled out and the dildo yanked from my arsehole. I could feel the liquid slopping around inside of me.

‘Now hold it in as long as you can, slave,’ said Helen, ‘it’s only warm soapy water to cleaning out your bowels.’

I couldn’t hold it and I could feel it trickling down my legs, before long my arsehole was burning and the water came gushing out. My bowels emptied all over the plastic sheeting on the floor.

‘Clean up the mess Roger, and bring him into the house quickly,’ she said.

The mess and I were cleaned up and I was untied from the table and dragged on unsteady legs back to the house to by pushed down at Helen feet in the lounge room.

My arms were refastened to my side and the gag removed, I began to complain that I want to leave, but was hit on the face by Helen and told not to beyoğlu escort speak unless told to.

I was red all over and sore my dick was limp from the beating and my arse felt as though it was on fire.

Helen sat on the couch wearing her Mistress’ outfit

I was ordered to lie down on my back and immediately Helen stood up and straddled my body. I saw that she had no knickers on. She squatted down onto my face, I couldn’t move my arms as they were tied.

Roger then knelt behind my head and prevented me from moving my head by holding his hands on either side of my face.

She forced her cunt down hard onto my mouth and demanded that I lick her. I could hardly breathe but managed to stick my tongue into her hole as she ground herself into my face.

She climaxed into my mouth quite quickly and commanded my to drink her juices. I timidly obeyed her orders. She then stood and said to Roger to release me, which he did.

Get the ball stretcher slave she said to Roger. He left the room and returned a little while later with a device that looked like a small leather parachute.

I was told to stand and spread my legs. Roger then attached the parachute around by balls, it fastened with a velcro strap. It was pulled tight so that my balls were squeezed together. On the sides of the parachute were 4 cords that hung down to a small metal hook which dangled about 6 inches below my scrotum.

I wondered what was going to happen, but I didn’t’ have to wait long. My arms were released from my side and retied to a hook in the beam of the ceiling. I was hoisted up so that my toes were just off the floor. Then Roger fastened a bar device to my ankles that spread my legs wide.

Helen walked around my and inspected the devices to see that they were secure. She then got a metal weight that must have weighed about a pound and hung it onto the small hook of the testicle parachute.

She lowered the weight slowly and I realised what the parachute was for. My balls were being pulled downwards by the weight as the parachute was forcing my balls together. When she finally released the weight the full pound was suspended from my balls. They were being stretched and squashed at the same time.

The pain was very erotic and my dick began to swell.

‘Look,’ said Helen ‘ he likes it!’

She gave the weight a push so that it began to swing. My balls were pulled in all directions and the resulting pressure forced the blood into my ever growing prick. It grew bigger than I ever remember seeing it before.

A small fat penis gag was suddenly forced into my mouth by Roger who was standing behind me and it was fastened tight so that I couldn’t cry out.

My knees were lifted and my ankles tied to my thighs with leather straps so that my groin area was totally exposed. My dick was swollen hard and was causing me quite a bit of pain.

Helen then knelt in front of me and took my penis in her mouth. She began to suck and took my engorged dick deep into her throat. I couldn’t stop myself from coming and I shot a massive load of cum down her throat. She sucked greedily until every drop was gone.

She and Roger left the room but after a short time Roger returned with a razor and soap removed the parachute and proceeded to shave my pubic hairs from all around my balls and arse. The sensation soon caused my penis to begin to swell again!

Next day I was allowed to go back to me home on my own to collect some clean clothes etc. I contemplated not going back to Helen’s again, but was scared that she would go through with her threat and reveal the photographs to someone. I also felt the thrill of sexual anticipation of what she would devise for me to do.

I showered and shaved when I got home. I was sore all over especially my genitals and arse, but the showered eased some of the pain. I dressed as I was instructed by Helen in a pair of shorts (no underwear), a tee shirt and sandals. I then drove slowly back to their house, my dick growing with every mile.

By the time I reached the house my dick stood up like a tent pole. I got out of the car and walked up to the front door just as Helen and Roger were coming out.

‘Follow me slave.’ Said Helen ‘we’re going out.’

I got into the back seat of their car next to Helen, Roger drove.

It was almost dark by this time as we drove towards town. Helen noticed my erection and smiled.’ I see your really getting into this Mistress/Slave relationship,’ she said.

‘I wondered if you would come back, I promise I shall go through with my merter escort threat of releasing your photographs if you try and leave.’

We drove into the night club part of town which I’m never go to. After a few turns down back streets we pulled up outside a small club.

‘Put these on,’ said Helen, handing me some clothes.

I looked at the things in my hands. They consisted of a g string and a face mask. The mask would cover my entire face with holes for mouth and eyes.

‘I’m not going in there wearing these,’ I cried, ‘I said I wouldn’t be publicly humiliated.’

I was hit across the face by Helen’s hand. ‘No talking slave! You will do as you are instructed or the photographs will be sent to your employer. Anyway no one will recognise you with this mask on.’

I took off my tee shirt and shorts and put on the items that I had been given. Roger turned around in the front seat and clipped a leather dog collar around my neck and Helen attached a chain to it.

I was pulled out of the car, across the pavement and up to the front door of the club. The street was luckily empty so no one saw us. As we approached to entrance the door was opened by a large woman dressed in a leather suit. Her eyes lit up as she was us.

‘Welcome again Helen,’ she smiled, ‘ I see you have some new entertainment for us tonight.’

My chain was jerked and I was suddenly inside the club. It was quite dark inside. I could see a bar with a small stage next to it and a few tables and chairs around the floor.

About 20 people were standing or sitting around and they all turned to us as we entered.

I was scared stiff about what was going to happen but the thrill of anticipation was growing in my loins.

We were sat at a table at the front of the room next to the stage. The waiter brought Helen a drink but Roger and I were ignored.

A spot light was suddenly shone on the stage and the Madame in leather walked on.

‘Welcome to Marilyn’s Dungeon,’ she said, ‘tonight’s show will now begin.’

She left the stage and a young girl walked on. I recognised her as Jane, the girl with the dog on the beach, she was wearing a biker’s leather gear. She began her striptease slowly but soon the tempo of the music began to speed up as she removed all her costume.

She was very small, but her body was beautiful. When she was naked she grabbed a chair and put it in the middle of the stage. She sat down facing the audience. She was only about 10 feet from where we were sitting. My dick was swelling and I could see everyone else in the audience licking their lips and staring at this gorgeous girl.

A waiter brought on a suitcase and placed it on a small table next to Jane.

The music stopped and you could hear a pin drop in the room.

From the case she produced a tube of lubricant and began to liberally smear her hairless cunt lips occasionally slipping her finger inside and moaning. I was on the edge of my seat, my erection poking out of the top of my G string.

She looked straight at me and smiled. She obviously recognised me because I was with Helen and Roger .

She took a huge vibrator out of her case and switched it on. It was about 2 inches in diameter and 12 inches long. The buzz was almost deafening against the total silence in the room.

She then began massaging her cunt with the dildo and never took her eyes of me. She smiled directly at me as she slowly forced the dildo inside her. You could see by the look on her face that she was really enjoying the sensations.

The dildo was pushed in and out faster and faster as her moans grew in volume, suddenly she let out a scream as she had a massive orgasm. No fake, it was real.

She let go the dildo and it slid slowly out of her cunt and fell to the floor of the stage directly in front of me.

‘Pick it up, slave,’ Helen instructed me.

I did as I was told, it was still warm and covered in Jane’s juices and still vibrating.

I looked at Jane as she slumped across the chair as she gave me a week smile.

‘Lick the juices off the dick!’ cried Helen.

I didn’t need telling twice, the thought of licking Jane’s cum was heaven.

In front of all the people I suddenly realised that I was lick this huge dildo and really enjoying it.

Jane saw what I was doing and called me up on stage. She pointed to her cunt and told me to tongue fuck her. She was leaning back in the chair with her legs wide open with her cunt juices were dripping down her legs.

Helen removed my collar and pushed me forward.

I güngören escort fell to my knees between her thighs and began to lick and suck on her juicy twat. The crowd started to shout encouragement as Jane began to moan with pleasure again.

I suddenly realised that someone else was on the stage behind me. My G-String was pulled off and my arsehole exposed to the crowd. A dick was thrust at my hole and I bucked forward to get further away but my hips were grabbed as the dick was pushed into my arsehole and began pounding in and out.

I heard a groan from the man behind me and realised it was Roger. I didn’t care, I was really getting into Jane’s cunt in a big way.

The crowd began to cheer as Roger thrust into me and as I bucked it forced my face harder between Jane’s legs.

Roger suddenly rammed his dick deep into me as he exploded his cum into my arse and Jane collapsed onto the floor with another orgasm.

Roger pulled his spent dick out of my arse and pulled me round to face the crowd as he thrust his dick into my face.

I heard Helen scream, ‘ lick his dick, slave!’

He pushed it at me and I eagerly began to suck out the rest of his sperm. The crowd went wild.

After he left the stage I stood up and realised that I was alone. Jane had gone, I stood there naked except for a mask and a rampaging erection.

The crowd began to chant ‘More, more.’

Helen got onto the stage and pushed me over the chair. She began to spank my arse with her hand. Quite soon my arse was red sore.

The Madame got onto the stage and replaced Helen. She had a short leather crop which she began to hit me across the buttocks with. The pain was excruciating.

“Stand up, you bastard,’ she screamed.

As I got shakily to my feet she stood behind me as I faced the people.

‘Now wank your dick!’ she cried.

I began to wank as she continued to whip me. As I got nearer a climax and my hand sped up, she hit me harder. My dick exploded an shot my cum all over the stage. I collapsed onto the floor exhausted.

The people cheered and cheered and began to throw money onto the stage.

I was led to the rear of the club to a changing room and pushed into a shower. I gratefully turned on the hot water and removed my mask. I entered the cubicle and began to soap myself clean. The hot water stung as it hit the wheals on my buttocks.

Suddenly I realised I was being watched and quickly turned around to see Jane watching me.

‘That was the best head jobs I have ever had,’ she said as she joined me in the shower and began to wash my tortured body. Her hands and body were so soft that I forgot all the pain and was soon reciprocating her administrations.

She slowly bought me to full erection and then fell to her knees in front of me and sucked my dick to another climax.

‘I always give as good as I get,’ she smiled as she stood up and left the shower.

I followed her and we began to towel each other dry. She then rubbed some cream into the wheals and she carefully put my G-String back on for me.

Jane stood on tiptoe and gave me a passionate kiss full on the lips.

“I’m going to get Helen to sell you to me,’ she said, ‘and then you can be my sex slave.’

She left the room and almost immediately Marilyn the Madame walked in with an evil glint in her eyes. She walked over to me and grab my hair and forced me to kiss her. She jammed her tongue deep into my mouth and I could taste the garlic that she had eaten.

‘You were good tonight,’ she said when she released me, ‘ you can come again anytime.’ She laughed as I she led me back to the clubroom.

Helen and Roger stood up as I approached and the collar and chain were replaced around my neck. I was dragged from the club and thrown into the back of the car. Roger got in beside me as Helen drove.

When we got home I was sent off to bed and I could hear Helen giving Roger instructions how to fuck her in the next bedroom. I soon fell into an exhausted sleep dreaming of Jane.

The next morning

The next morning I awoke after a fitful night dreaming of Jane. I got up and as I walked naked to the bathroom I heard the sound of voices in the kitchen.

I peeped around the door and saw Helen and Jane sitting at the table with Roger serving them coffee.

‘Ah, come on in.’ Said Helen when she saw me. ‘Jane is here to make an offer for you.’

I looked at Jane and she smiled and gave me a wink.

‘I have agreed to let you go if you can pass my test’ said Helen, ‘Do you want to go to her?’

I replied that I would love to be her slave.

‘OK, lets get on with the test.’

‘Get on your knees, slave and lick Roger’s balls’. I did as I was told without any problems.

After I had been licking for a few minutes, Helen instructed me to stop and suck him off. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load which as instructed I swallowed.

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I stepped inside the room, the warm scent of vanilla candles immediately engulfing me. I was acutely aware of his body behind me, his hand pressed firmly against my lower back as he reached out to turn on the lights. The room lit up – dim, golden light illuminating a huge bed in the centre, pushed back against the wall, a velvet couch along with a wooden coffee table against the left. A plush white comforter covered the bed, a dozen throw pillows propped against the headrest.

I walked toward the couch and carefully slip my purse down my arm and kept it on the seat before stepping away, turning around to face Jaime, who was still standing at the threshold of the room. His eyes were on my face, unwavering as he silently gazed at me. He stepped in, kicked the door shut with his foot, his eyes never leaving mine. I caught my bottom lip in between my teeth, running my hand down my thigh to smoothen the dress I was wearing.

It was a white, backless floor length casual gown trimmed in lace, the plunging neckline making my breasts look as if they were about to fall out. It was way out of my comfort zone — wearing something this revealing — but Jaime liked it. He had liked being able to feel the soft skin of my back as we had had dinner in the restaurant downstairs, sipping his wine as he ran the tips of his fingertips down my spine. I was sure I was drenched with need as I had smiled at him. At dinner, I had felt pretty confident about myself, and what was about to happen tonight, right now, because he made it feel so easy. Natural. It felt natural to talk to him all night, laughing and joking around, seeing him smile.

But now, I didn’t feel confident at all. The way his eyes ha darkened with promise of what was to come. How he was going to take my virginity, ruin me for anybody else.

He already had.

He wore a black, three-piece suit, complete with a tie and it fit him so deliciously I couldn’t wait to run my hands all over his chest. His dark hair hung a little in his eyes, his brown eyes piercing as he continued to stare at me. A blush settled on my cheeks and neck, forcing me to look down at the golden-lined carpet.

He took a step forward, and I automatically took a step backward. He cocked his head, like he was waiting for his prey to give up. Submit to him. My heels caught in the carpet and I tripped, but managed to right myself.

“Are — Are you going to hurt me?” I whispered.

He took another step toward me, so I took two back. He didn’t answer but his eyes lit up, and a small smirk formed on his lips as he took his jacket off. Before I could process, he rushed toward me, gripped my throat in his hand and pushed me back against the wall.

I gasped, my back hitting the wall, hard. He forced my jaw up so I could meet his eyes, since he was easily a foot taller than I was. He leaned down and brought his face near mine.

“Yes,” he said, his hot breath fanning my face. “But you’re going to love it, I promise you.”

He kissed me but I kept my lips tightly pressed together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He flicked his tongue against my lips. “Open up,” he ordered, his hand tightening around my throat.

I obliged, unable to help it, a burst of heat immediately shooting straight to that little bundle of nerves between my thighs. “Listen to me very carefully,” He said. “In this room tonight, you exist for my pleasure. For my keep. For me to own, to fuck and to please.” He tilted his head a little, chuckling. “Maybe.”

He bent his neck, his lips meeting mine in a flush of tangled breaths and kissed me deeply, like he was drinking me in, devouring me. He tasted of red wine and the chocolate we’d had. A soft moan escaped my throat.

“Look at you,” he growled against my lips when we were forced to part for air. “Shaking already, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

He released my throat, and I immediately missed the warmth. Stepping back, he commanded in a low voice, “Turn around, Lia. Now.”

I managed to turn around on my wobbly feet, facing the wall. I felt his hand travelling from the back of my neck to my lower back, where the strings to the flimsy dress held it up, making me shiver. I bent my neck to one side as he leaned down, pressing his open mouth against my neck. I whimpered.

“Fuck, baby, I love how responsive you are to me,” he growled. I blushed deeply again.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I said in a small voice. I wasn’t afraid of the pain. In fact, I craved it — for him to be rough with me. But I was so scared. So nervous, that I didn’t know what to say.

He pulled the strings away from my body and forced the straps down my arms. I shivered as the cold air from the air conditioner hit my naked breasts and I instinctively brought my arms up to cover myself, but Jaime quickly turned me around again.

“Hide yourself from me, and I’ll punish you till you can’t move,” he stated, his voice low but threatening. I watched his hooded eyes from beneath my eye lashes. I could feel the moisture gathering between my legs at that çapa escort threat.

I started to shrink back into the wall, but he grabbed me by my hair, fisting it around his palm and pulled, dragging me to the bed and throwing me on top of the comforter. I bounced a little, bending my knees to pull them close to my chest. Jaime stood near the edge, looming over me.

He undid the buttons on the sleeves of his shit slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I was burning for him. And the way he looked at me — like a predator about to ravish his prey. I trembled with arousal, watching him take his shirt off all the while he looked down at me like a man getting ready to devour a feast prepared just for him. Only for him.

In just his trousers, I admired his shirtless torso with blatant desire. He was ripped. Arms corded with muscle, broad chest dusted with hair and strong, hard-looking abs. He was big, so bigger than my small frame. I was shaking with need when he reached the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his feet firmly planted on the floor. He grasped my ankles in his large hands and pulled me to him. In the next moment, he had me flipped over and I was being dragged over his knees. I gasped, mortified at the compromising position I was in with my ass exposed. In one swift moment, he ripped my panties down my legs.

He brought one leg from under me to trap my legs with his powerful thigh. There was no moving space for me to wriggle, no space to escape with my ass slightly raised in the air.

“You know what I’m going to do now, Lia?” he spoke so, so calmly that fear and excitement immediately started to wash over me. I shook my head. “You know what happens to a bad, filthy girl like you?” He growled, fisting my hair and pulling my head up. “They get punished. Punished for being such a little tease all through dinner with their bare legs down the table and those sultry lips and eyes begging for a good, hard fucking. ” His lips brushed my ear, sending flutters flying in my stomach. I whimpered in anticipation. “I’m going to enjoy punishing this sweet ass of yours, Lia.”

The first spank came without warning but with a force that shook me to my core. The man did not know what easing in was. I cried out at the initial shock of the pain that assaulted my soft flesh before it dissipated into a sweet sting that made moisture pool between my thighs. There were no soft, soothing touches that followed the pain his hand delivered. No, he wanted me to feel every tingle on the sensitive skin. I panted, wondering just how I was going to be able to take another of his ruthless smack. I found out pretty soon.

It was somehow harder and more powerful than the first one, and on the other cheek. I outright screamed this time, his strong forearm preventing me from arching my back. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his trousers against my stomach. Like an animal waiting to be unleashed.

“No, please. Stop,” I panted. But I didn’t want him to stop. I loved what he was doing, and the pure evidence of that was how soaked my pussy was. I was sure I was rubbing some of that wetness on his thigh when I squirmed.

“What was that?” He growled. “You want me to stop?”

“Y-yes. Please.”

In response, he spanked me thrice in a row, not giving me time to register the shock at each until it accumulated into delightful stinging that exploded on my cheeks.

He kept spanking me, some on one cheek then the other alternatively, and others on the same cheek, at the same spot, causing blinding pleasure mixed with pain to bloom over the ever-growing sensitive flesh of my ass. He didn’t spare my upper thighs. He smacked them again and again until I was sure that my ass and thighs were a dark red colour. I lost track of time, of everything other than his hand and my ass and how good it felt to be punished like a rag doll over Jaime’s knees.

By the time he stopped, I was trembling, limp over his knees, my hair sticking to my neck with sweat. He picked me up effortlessly in his arms, his warmth seeping into me. The skin of my ass ached. I curled up into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, as he walked over to the side of the bed to lay me down on the bed. I shifted to my front, wincing when my ass slid along the sheets. It felt amazingly sore.

I watched as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, neatly stepping out of them before slipping his boxer down his legs and following the same movement. I gulped when I saw his cock spring out, hard and hot and ready, standing tall and proud.

“Come here,” he ordered.

“No, thanks.”

My hands flew to my mouth in shock. Did I really say that out loud?

I backed away further, putting as much distance as I could between the glowering man and me. Despite the narrowed eyes and the deadly scowl on his face, I had to suppress the urge to laugh.

“I didn’t…I d-didn’t mean to say that,” I said softly, still backing away until the headboard met my back.

Jaime tilted his fatih escort head. Jesus, I was about to meet my death.

“Do you trust me, princesa?” He spoke equally softly, but the gleam in his eyes told me that I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

“Not right now,” I muttered under my breath, but he’d undoubtedly heard my sassy remark. I silently groaned. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?

His eyes narrowed. “Come. Here. Right now.”

I hastily obeyed, not wanting to test his patience anymore. I got on my hands and knees and approached him, my mouth at the exact height as that of his cock. His delicious-looking cock. My mouth watered.

I reached out to touch him, but he was quick to give my ass a hard smack. I yelped and withdrew my hand.

He cocked his head. “Did I give you permission to touch?”

I swallowed as heat travelled past my navel, and straight to my pussy. I clenched my thighs.

He gripped my jaw in his hand, squeezing painfully as he tilted my head back to meet his brown eyes. “I said,” he growled. “Did I give you permission to touch?”

“No, sir.”

A little smile softened his features. “Very good.”

He flipped me onto my back, a hiss escaping me when my ass grazed the sheets again as I was dragged forcefully along the mattress so that my neck rested just on the edge. At the perfect height for-

Jaime tapped his cock against my lips in two fast smacks. I gasped, mouth falling open in shock. I tasted two beads of precum on the tip of my tongue, and I eagerly savored his salty yet sweet taste.

And then he pulled away.

I watched him silently as he walked to a chair on which he’d kept his suitcase. Opening it and retrieving a piece of fabric, he stalked back to the bed.

“What’s your safe word, princesa?”

“Um. Red?”

He nodded in approval before his hands came up to my face, the soft, satin blindfold sliding over my eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked him but he didn’t bother to respond.

My sight stolen from me, I never saw him coming when he shoved his cock deep into my mouth in one hard thrust. I gagged on impulse, and my eyes watered with the utter shock of having him – hot, hard and huge – in my mouth. Heat rose in my belly, echoing in my clit between my legs. I could feel every inch of him on my tongue – his taste, his scent, entirely consuming me. He withdrew from my mouth, only to push deeper this time, almost all of his length in mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

“You’re going to give me your throat, Lia. Now,” he panted, his hands fisting in my hair roughly as he withdrew his cock again.

He delved in, hard and fast and so incredibly hard on my tongue. This time, I felt him in my throat, making me gag a little again, but I controlled it nicely. I could handle it. He began to fuck my mouth like he had promised to do my pussy — a hard, unrelenting and unmerciful rhythm. This was a man who knew what he wanted, was used to taking it the way he wanted and he certainly fucked like it.

Tears welled in my eyes at the choking assault on my throat, making it impossible for me to breathe deeply. Thick saliva mixed with his precum coated my mouth, strings of it attached to the head of his cock visible whenever he pulled out before slamming back in. His balls slammed against my chin each time, with each thrust. I was so wet — I could feel the moisture on my inner thighs.

My head swam with dizziness at the inability to breathe properly all the while Jaime grunted and panted. He was close — I could feel it in the tightening of his balls.

“I’m going to cum,” he said with a particularly hard thrust that made the tears escape my eyes, flowing freely down the side of my face, soaking my blindfold.

He thrusted one final time, pushing his entire cock in my mouth as he did so before he came. He growled my name when his cum shot down my throat, forcing me to take it. It was the sweetest thing to hear in the world.

When I had swallowed every single drop of his cum, I slowly sat up. My throat felt raw and the slightly salty aftertaste of him remained thickly on my tongue.

I shifted back a little on the bed when he gripped my ankles in his hands and dragged me down so my legs dangled over the edge of the bed, my back flat on the mattress. In one smooth movement, I felt him pull my panties down my legs. “Don’t move,” he ordered. And then I felt something hot and wet, right down my slit, before I could react. His tongue. Oh my God. I gasped, my hips shooting up but he rested his arm over them, pressing me down into the soft mattress. Nobody had ever done that before. Licked me there. It was such an intimate gesture. I blushed furiously.

Jaime sucked my clit ruthlessly, not giving me time to control the pleasure that was spiraling inside. He lapped up the wetness there, drinking me in.

“You taste divine, Lia,” he groaned against me.

For long moments, he alternated between sucking my clit, lightly raking his teeth over and aksaray escort around it, and licking down my slit. When he pushed his tongue right at my opening, a raw scream escaped my throat before I could stop it. I writhed against his arms holding me down on the bed, wanting friction. Wanting more.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of his tongue and teeth and lips, he slid two fingers inside me at once without hesitation. My world stopped, focused only on the sensations overriding my mind and body. I screamed again when he pushed his thick fingers deep inside me, curling them into a hook, pushing against a wall inside me that I never knew existed. His fingers retreated momentarily before he forced them in again, fucking me with them all the while he worked my clit with his mouth.

I squeezed my eyes shut inside my blindfold. I was so close. My legs were trembling at the intensity of what he was making me feel. I could feel the heat and the pleasure build up, up, up, making me curl my toes and arch my back. I was there, I could feel the orgasm crest –

He stopped.

I whined, my body strung tight and hot and so needy.

“What…” I scrambled, my mind in a haze filled with lust and the need to orgasm. I removed my blindfold to glare at him. He stood up, licking his glistening lips. I blushed when he grinned at what he tasted.

“I need you hot and ready for when I fuck you,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. He scowled. “Don’t give me that look. You take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less,” He warned. I immediately dropped my eyes at the command in his voice, his words somehow arousing me more.

He was going to put his big cock inside me, The thought sent enough of trepidation through me that it must have shown in my body. “Hmm.” His eyes bored into mine. “Maybe you aren’t ready yet.”

I slowly started to close my trembling legs, but his hands were there on my knees, pushing them open again. Wider than before – until my knees rested either side of me, putting my pussy on display for him to see.

“Keep them there,” He commanded, his wide hands forcing my knees into the mattress. I huffed.

He leaned down, so close that his lips were a hair’s width away from mine. “You better keep your attitude in check, Lia, or you’re going to regret it. Terribly.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Jaime smirked. “Very well.”

He pulled down the blindfold on my eyes again. His hands took hold of my wrists and a moment later, I felt something scratchy and rough against my skin. Rope?

My muscles tensed. “Relax, princesa,” he murmured, his voice calming me almost instantly. I felt my heart swell.

I loosened my shoulders as he bound my wrists together with the rope, checking twice when he was done to make sure it didn’t give. It didn’t.

I missed the warmth of his body between my legs almost as soon as he stood up. I counted my heartbeats until his return. Finally, I heard his soft footfalls on the carpet near the bed.

His hand stroked through my wet and slick folds, making me shiver with need. “Can I trust you to be quiet?” He asked in a low voice. “Or do I need to put a gag in that pretty mouth of yours, Lia?”

I was panting in anticipation and excitement. “I’ll be quiet, sir.”

“Very good,” he muttered.

A sharp slap sounded a moment before I felt the pain. Right on my clit. I yelled, shaking with the aftershock of the thin, narrow strike of whatever he had used. My bound hands moved to cover my pussy but he was quick to grab them and place them above my head.

“What is that?” I asked him, my voice trembling.

“This?” He gave a lazy slap of the thing on my inner thigh. I moaned. “It’s my favorite whip.”

“It hurts,” I whimpered. He brushed my hair away from my face before rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I know, baby. It’ll feel good once you get warmed up, though. Just trust me.”

I nodded.

He gave another flick of the whip, and this time the blow landed on one of my labia.

The next time, it landed on the other.

He whipped my pussy ruthlessly, never letting me expect his blows.

Somehow, after a lot – a lot – of blows, the pain and sting of the whip turned to sweet, welcome, pleasure. When I was certain that I would combust if I didn’t come then, Jaime tossed the whip on the bed and circled my clit with his calloused thumb. The slight scratch made me moan loudly and I was so, so close.

“Come for me, Lia.” He growled, adding just the right amount of pressure on the top of my clit. I exploded with a shriek, my body convulsing with jerks of pleasure as my inner walls pulsed around his fingers.

I had barely recovered when Jaime lifted me by my waist and laid me further up the bed, removing the blindfold. He settled over me and I blinked at the returned light, watching the sculpted muscles of his biceps as he shifted his entire weight on his elbows on either side of me. He had gotten rid of his trousers and underwear some time while I was wearing the blindfold. His cock rested hard and heavy against my opening.

He stared into my eyes. The blue in them entranced me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Slowly, oh so slowly, he rubbed his thick cock over my wet slit. Up and down, up and down. My core clenched in anticipation and nervousness.

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It is Saturday morning, the sun is bright as I look out the window I can see it’s going to be a beautiful and warm day. I smile to myself thinking about my Master, thinking about how lucky I am as I reflect over the past month. Surprised as I realize it’s been a month since I met my Master face to face and all seems right with my world.

I start the shower and step in under the hot spray from the shower head. I sigh contentedly as the hot steaming water streams over my head and down my back. My boys are at camp for the week having just taken them there the night before. I start to wash my hair humming softly to myself. Rinsing my hair then putting conditioner in it. I start to lather my body taking special care over my breasts. I linger over my nipples they get hard at my touch. Loving the feeling I gently pinch my nipples and whispery moans escapes my lips. I then move to lather my pussy, cleaning it thoroughly. I start to shave my lathered pussy completely smooth. Rubbing my fingers over it to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. A soft moan escapes my lips as my finger touches my clit.

I hear a ringing, brought out of my thoughts and feelings, I swear under my breath as I realize it is the phone. Hopping out of the shower dripping wet, conditioner is still in my hair completely naked, on the 5th ring I pick up the phone.

A Breathless, “Hello.” I hear a click.

I look at the caller id. Recognizing the number instantly. My heart starts to pound. Oh God I think to myself I can’t believe I missed his call. Dripping on the floor staring at the phone. Knowing I can’t call him back. I must wait for him to return the call.

I set the phone back down and walk slowly back into the bathroom. I climb back in the shower and rinse the conditioner from my hair. Stepping back out of the shower I start to dry my hair with a towel. I hear a knock at the door. Looking at the clock as I wrap the towel around me. Wondering who that could be as I walk to the door. My skin still wet as I ask who it is. There is no response. I crack open the door, peaking out. Suddenly the door is shoved open, I gasp. Standing there stunned staring up into my handsome Masters face my mouth open.

You grab my hair and back me away from the door and rip the towel from my body. Kissing me hard.

You say, “why did You not answer the phone when I called slut? And why the hell was this door locked?”

I look up into your eyes and with trembling lips I say, “Master I was in the shower when I heard the phone ring I jumped out and ran to it as fast as I could, but you hung up just as I answered on the fifth ring.” Looking up into your eyes, I stammer “Master the door was locked because I was not expecting you. I am so sorry Master please forgive me.”

You look down at me. I can tell you are debating if you should punish me or not. You notice my wet hair the towel now laying on the floor. You pull me along behind you into the bedroom and look at the floor. You see the hard wood floor is soaking wet.

You say, “I can see you were in the shower but if you had gotten out as soon as the phone rang you should have made it soon enough. You know slut how much I hate to be kept waiting. I think you need to be punished. Also, come tomorrow at the latest, you will have a key made for me my sweet slut so I can come and go as I please.”

“Master, I didn’t hear it ring at first I was humming in the shower. Yes Master I will have a key made for you sir.”

You sit down on the edge of the bed and pull me over your knee. You rub my ass cheeks gently, causing me to moan. SMACK, SMACK to each of my ass cheeks then you rub them. You continue this for what seems like an hour. Then you put you hand in my hair, and pull my hair as to turn my face upwards to look into your eyes and tell me. “Slut don’t make me wait again. Do you understand?”

My ass cheeks now a deep pink and heated. Sobbing, tears on my cheeks I say, “Yes, Master, I understand. I am sorry Master.”

You then take your fingers and slide them between my legs. You feel how soaking wet I am. I see a smile form on your face. “I see my slut likes the way her Master spanks her.”

“Yes Sir, I do.” Knowing I will have a tender ass for quite awhile.

You lift me from you lap and tell me to get dressed that we are going out. I look at the clock it’s 9:00 a.m., I know better then to question you but not certain where we are going so I start rummaging thru my closet trying to figure out what outfit would work for most anything you had in mind.

You get frustrated watching me pull this and that out of my closet. You say, “this is taking too long slut.”

You get up and pull out a short floral skirt and white batman escort top. You toss them to me and tell me to get dressed. I look around for my bra and find a cream satin one that will not show through the shirt. I start to put it on, you then pull it from my hands.

You look at me, “Not today my little slut, no bra will be worn.” I nod and get dressed, knowing my dark nipples will show through the fabric.

You instruct me to lean over the edge of the bed, ass up in the air and legs spread. I look at you but do as I am told. My pussy wet from the spanking and knowing you have something in mind. You remove something from your pocket. You slide it into my wet pussy, in and out. I start to moan. You slide it in and out faster and harder, knowing I am close to cumming you pull it out and I moan louder feeling empty. You stroke my hair, then slide it deep into my ass. I moan out loud it is a butt plug. Feeling it filling my ass fully.

I turn my head to look at you. You put your hand in my hair and say, “Did I tell you to look at me slut?”

I lower my head. “No, Sir.” I avert my eyes from you.

You put your hand in your other pocket and pull something out. You slip something deep inside my pussy. I moan out loud. It is cold as you push your fingers in deep setting it in place.

You then tell me to stand and you pull the skirt down over my hips. You reach into my closet pulling out my 4” high heeled white sandals. I step into them now coming up to just below your chin. You reach onto my dresser and spray me with my favorite perfume, Bora Bora and grab the keys out of my purse and slip them into your pocket. I start to reach for my purse and you lightly slap my hand. “You won’t be needing that today slut just leave it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You take my hand in yours. With a gentle squeeze you lean down and whisper. “Don’t let that plug slip from your ass slut or the bullet I put so deep inside your cunt.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

As you open the door you lean down and kiss me deeply on my mouth. Holding my hand as we walk to the car. I look at you wondering where we are going. As if you can read my mind you say one simple word. “Breakfast.”

You open the car door for me. As I start to sit I feel the plug start to slip. You smile and tell me not to worry it will sink nice and deep inside my ass when I sit. As I sit my skirt slides up my thigh revealing my glistening wet pussy. I moan out softly as the plug sets so deep into my ass. There is smile of satisfaction on your face as you smile down at me your eyes traveling up my legs, you gently close my door.

You open your door and settle in the soft leather seat. Stretching out your long lean legs, you start the car and look over at me smiling. I look at you unable to resist the suspense anymore. “Where are we going Master?”

You look at me and say, “I thought it would be nice if I took you out to breakfast.” There is a devilish glint in your eyes. My stomach starts to growl and you laugh. You pull out of the driveway and out onto the quiet side street. As we drive you place your hand on my thigh. I spread my legs for you as I know that is what you want when you tough my thigh. Your fingers trace over my wet lips. I moan out softly.

You tell me to grind my ass against the plug that is set so deep inside my ass. As I do you start stroking my clit with your finger. My cunt is now dripping wet with the combination of your finger stroking my clit, the plug in my ass and the egg in my pussy. I am barely able to hold back the explosion. I start to tremble and beg you to let your slut cum for you.

You lean over and say in a very stern voice. “Don’t you dare cum slut I have not given you permission.”

Panting, I nod my head unable to speak as I fight back the overwhelming need to cum. You smile and say, “my little bitch in heat needs to cum for her Master doesn’t she?” Panting I nod my head yes, trembling uncontrollably as you continue to stroke my clit harder and faster. I moan outloud my core on fire. I scream out, “Master oh god please let your fucking little slut cum for you! I can’t fight it any longer oh god I’m going to cum!” Moaning out so loud I bite my lip struggling and fighting back the overwhelming need to explode. You pull your fingers away. You tell me “you will not cum slut. Is that understood?” I am still panting, clit on fire as my mind fights my bodies need to cum.

You suck the wetness from two of your fingers. I hear you moan softly as you taste my juices. You smile and put the remaining finger to my lips and command me. “Clean my finger slut.”

I suck and lick your finger clean tasting my juices. You rest your hand on my bare thigh as we round the corner to the restaurant you selected for breakfast. As you pull into a parking space and turn off the engine you lean over and kiss me so deeply my head spins. I moan against your mouth, feeling your tongue dance with mine.

You get out of yalova escort the car and come around to my side, my legs still shaking, you open the door and offer me your hand to help me out. My legs wobble slightly and you wrap your arm around my waist to give me support. You smile down at me as you lead me to the door of your favorite breakfast spot.

As we move to the booth you tell me to lift up my skirt so my bare ass is sitting on the bench. I look over at you and without saying a word I do as you say. As we are seated at a booth, you sitting across from me. I settle into the seat I feel the butt plug set once again deep inside my ass. I moan out softly, you see the fire in my eyes.

The waitress comes by and hands us the menus. You tell her one coffee with cream only for my friend here and I’ll have a glass of iced tea. She smiles and leaves the table. I open the menu and look at the selections. The waitress returns with our beverages and asks if we are ready to order. You nod your head and tell me to go first I order a croissant with butter. You look at me shaking your head as you raise a brow. She will have a omelet loaded with veggies and topped with cheddar cheese and bacon on the side, she won’t be needing the croissant. I wrinkle my nose as I hate eggs but you are always lecturing me about eating better. You then order scrambled eggs and bacon. As the waitress leaves I lean forward and whisper, “Master you know how much I hate eggs.” You smile and say “humor me slut the food here is great and you will love these.” I sigh resigned because I do not have the ability to deny you anything.

Sipping my coffee I smile up into your eyes. Loving being with you no matter where we are. You smile back at me. We sit there talking for a bit while we wait for our food. The waitress places the plates before us and is getting ready to ask you something when you reach your hand into your pocket. Suddenly I feel the egg vibrating in my pussy, a moan escapes my lips the waitress looks at me. I look at you. A surprised look on my face. The pleasure overtakes me. You have a devilish glint in your eyes. Then suddenly the plug in my ass starts to hum. A whispery moan escapes my lips as I bite my lip trying to hide what is going on inside of me. The waitress looks at me and asks me if everything is alright. I look down at the plate of food, my face flushed as I try to hide the fire in my eyes as I speak. “Everything is fine thank you, I manage to stutter out.” She smiles and leaves the table.

You lean forward and whisper, “Do you like my surprise for you slut?” I moan softly feeling the hum deep inside my cunt and ass. You grin and laugh. I lean forward and whisper, “Master oh god what do you have there? I almost came instantly when the waitress was standing here and the toys started to vibrate inside of me.”

Your eyes dance with devilry, holding up to little objects in your hands, you say. “These my little slut are wireless remotes to the brand new toys I have placed in your holes. You are completely under my control and I can turn them up or down as I see fit.” You grin and turn them up on high. I moan out so loud I am sure everyone has heard me.

Smiling, you say to me, “I think I am going to have a lot of fun with these new toys.” Leaning forward you then whisper, “You will not cum slut unless I give you permission! Do you understand my sweet little cum slut?”

Panting at this point as the vibes are still up on high, I gasp out. “Yes, Master I understand.”

You then turn the vibrations down to low and command me to eat my breakfast. I grimace as I take the first bite of omelet. You command me to take another bite. As I take the second bite, I realize this omelet is actually quite tasty. You smile and say, “I see you like the omelet.” I grudgingly admit that the omelet is good.

Throughout the meal you are playing with the remotes bringing me so close to exploding but never quite letting me get there. I am so hot to the core I am soaking the bench that I sit on as well as my thighs and ass. I am doing my best to eat as you commanded me with the constant low and highs of the vibes driving me wild. You turn both vibes up on high, you are watching me as I struggle not to cum. You see the perspiration on my brow and my body start to tremble. You know I am fighting a loosing battle, my chest heaving as I struggle against the rising tide. You lean forward and whisper, “cum now my bitch, cum hard for your Master!” Your words push me over the edge my hands grip the table. The wave over takes me and I am consumed as hot raging tides wave after wave consume me, drowning me. I moan out loud unable to keep silent. Your eyes fixed on my face as my cunt gushes soaking the seat, my legs and ass. Gasping for air as I continue to cum over and over again, my face flushed.

You turn down the vibes and I see a smile on your face. Suddenly I am aware of my surroundings once again I look around the restaurant several eyes are on me. Blushing, ordu escort embarrassed, I look down at my plate now empty of food. You reach across the table and put your hand under my chin and lift my face up.

You say to me, “do not be ashamed my luscious slut, you have pleased your Master well.”

You raise your hand signaling the waitress for the check. After leaving several bills on the table, you come over to my side of the booth and hold your hand out to me. I look up at you, knowing when I stand my juices will be dripping down my thighs. My legs weak I take your hand you help me up as I slide over the soaking wet seat feeling my cum on my ass cheeks. I stand on shaky legs, you then wrap your arm around my waist for support as we slowly walk to the door. Several men are looking at me as we pass their tables I blush, you smile. You lean down and whisper, “every man in this room wishes they had a slut like you. But, you are mine slut remember that this body is mine slut no others and I will use it as I see fit. So, do not be embarrassed no matter where I decide to make you cum. It is a gift I give you when I allow you to cum. Do you understand my sexy little bitch?”

“Yes, Master I understand, and thank you for allowing your slut to cum for you Sir.”

You open the door on the passenger side as I sit you tell me to lift my skirt. I look up at you and do as you command. Feeling the hot leather beneath my ass. I moan as it burns, my ass cheeks still tender from the spanking I received earlier. You smile knowing the seat must be quite hot from the heat of the day already. As you get into the car and put the key into the ignition, you lean over and kiss me deeply. Moaning against your mouth I look into your eyes and see the fire in them. You reach down and run your fingers over my soaking wet cunt. Removing your fingers, I watch you suck each one, hearing the slurping sound as I see you enjoying the taste of your sluts cunt.

You kiss me deeply again one hand going into my hair, holding my head in the position you desire. Your kiss igniting my core. I moan out loud. You pull back from me and say, my little one you have pleased me this morning, first by eating those dreaded eggs.” You laugh at that. “Then by you fighting back the explosion I know was overtaking you, and cuming so damned hard in such a public place. You are such a good little cum slut.”

You pull out of the lot and onto the highway. Looking over at you. I smile, happy I have pleased my Master.

You start to stroke my hair as you drive. You push my head down to your lap and command me, “Suck me bitch, suck me like the good little cocksucker you are. I undo your belt buckle and open your zipper and release your cock. I kiss the head of your cock and you push your seat back a little giving me greater access. I take your cock into my mouth sucking you in and out slowly at first letting my tongue press on your under shaft. I hear your moan and pray you keep the car in our lane. Sucking your cock deeper now and faster I taste the first hint of your precum.

You command me, “deep throat me bitch, take all of me into that hot little slut mouth of yours.” Suddenly I feel the vibe hum inside my cunt and ass. I moan out loud, vibrating your cock with my moans as I take you into my throat.

You command me to lift my bare ass up and kneel on my seat so the truck drivers can see what I am doing. I balk at this idea and you reach over and slap my ass hard.

“Do it NOW bitch!”

I shift in my seat, shifting so the only ones that can see my bare ass are truck drivers. I then return to sucking your cock. Deep throating you, taking you all the way down my throat till my lips are at the base of your cock. I feel you start to throb and animal moan escapes your lips I can hear the engine moving faster as I suck you so hard so deep. My head bobbing up and down as I feel my cunt throbbing so close to explosion. You command me, “don’t you dare cum bitch, not til I tell you, your job right now is to suck my cock and suck it good.” I suck your cock the way I know you love my head bobbing up and down moaning sucking you in and out as one hand massages your balls. I feel your balls tighten. I hear your animal moans. I feel you push my head down on your cock harder. You groan and I feel your seed shoot hot and hard into my mouth and down my throat. You hold me there as I drink you moaning as I swallow this gift you give me. Milking the last of your cum from your cock not spilling a drop. I then clean your cock thoroughly, kissing the head of your cock as I finish. My body trembling as the vibes humming is driving me closer and closer to the edge.

You turn off the vibes and tell me I will not cum for a while. You then tell me to tuck your cock back into your pants and zip you back up. I do as you told me. As I am getting ready to sit back down on the seat your hand goes in my hair, pulling my hair hard you bring my mouth to yours and kiss me so deeply you take my breath away. You then tell me to return to my seat and sit quietly as we drive to our next destination.

You pull into what looks to be secluded park lands. You grab a blanket and a bag from the trunk of your car. You come around to my side of the car open the door and hold out your hand to me. I take your hand and stand beside you.

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“It seems you still haven’t learnt your lesson.” said Tom as he fondled the arse laid naked across his lap.

“I’m sorry, Tom, but the shopping took longer than I thought. I’ll have your dinner ready on time tomorrow, I promise.” pleaded a most repentant sounding Sue.

“Not good enough,” he said “you know what I have to do now, bitch!” The way that Sue squirmed when she heard this was evidence that she did, indeed, know. Tom ran his hand once more over her naked arse, admiring the smooth perfect whiteness of it. Then, lifting his hand only a few inches in the air, he brought it back down again on one firm cheek with a slap designed to sting. Sue stiffened her body into his lap as if trying to escape.

Tom, meanwhile was examining the perfect replica of his hand that was now glowing a tasteful pink on her backside. As if satisfied that he had got his aim and force just about right he swiftly planted another blow on the other side of her butt. He found the symmetry of the two hand-prints pleasing to the eye. The way that Sue wriggled against his groin was not unpleasant either! Confident now he began to slap her arse in a slow steady rhythm. Leaving just enough time between each blow for her to absorb the sensations.

For her part Sue was biting gently on one hand to help stifle her moans and wriggling her mid-section in a rhythm mirroring that of his hand. This in order to, unsuccessfully, avoid the steady stinging smacks to her bottom. It did, however, mean that she could feel a distinct thickening of his cock beneath her stomach. He wasn’t alone in becoming aroused. Her tits were being roughly forced up her ribcage by pressure from the side of his leg. This causing the flesh to look bloated and her nipples stood out from them firmly erect. The spanking continued and her rear developed a heat all of its own as the cheeks grew an ever deeper shade of pink.

For a split second she forgot herself and raised an arm as if to protect herself from the incessant slapping. ” Oh no you don’t you little slut!” exclaimed Tom. “I decide when you’ve had enough.” and with that he reached behind him on the chair and came out with a gleaming pair of leather cuffs joined together with a shiny silver chain. “Get those hands up behind you.” he snarled. She knew she must obey so complied karabük escort meekly. With each cuff firmly strapped round her wrists she had no chance of protecting herself and the ungainly position she was in made her feel even more vulnerable. “You know you only make things worse for yourself when you try that.” he said in a mocking tone.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” she found herself murmuring in apology.

“You will be my darling, you will be.” he promised her and began to rain blows from his open hand down onto her already sore buttocks. She twisted and turned vainly to escape the torrent of slaps which, in reality, lasted less than a minute yet to her felt like an eternity. Yet through all the stinging sensations she grew ever more aware of his cock, thick and long, throbbing beneath her belly. And each time he had smacked her during the more ferocious part of the session she had uttered a small cry coinciding with each time his palm had met her flesh. A cry not unlike that of a small yapping dog. He picked up on this. “You sound like a little yapping bitch, d’you know that? Is that what you are? a little dog that needs a walk?” he enquired.

Whilst Sue was replying “If that’s what pleases you. I know it’s my duty to please you and only you.”, Tom had slid his finger down the crease of her arse. Circling it round her puckered arsehole briefly he then moved it further down to the engorged lips of her cunt. The copious amounts of slimy juices he found there encouraged him to slip first one then two fingers inside her. “Ooh that’s good!” she said.

He withdrew his fingers saying “Speak when you’re spoken to slut.” So for a while she lay there, still draped across his lap with her hands fastened behind her. It was as though her lower half was on fire as her butt glowed radiantly and he resumed thrusting and twisting his fingers inside her. Each touch of his on her clitoris like an electric shock that caused her head to jolt and her hair to dance wildly round her face.

Retrieving his hand from between her thighs he gave her one last resounding slap. The noise of that combining with the squeal she made from between her clenched teeth. Tom then reached under her and grasped one of her breasts. “Get up!” he snarled and helped osmaniye escort push her up onto her feet. “Now face the wall,” he said giving her nipple an almost savage tweak, “I’ve got something for you.”

Stood facing the wall, hands behind her back and viciously red arse cheeks glowing, she wondered what was in store for her. She didn’t have long to wait as Tom swiftly placed a leather strap around her neck and buckled it. Sue felt the cold links of the chain attached to it fall down across her back and graze her super-sensitive bum. He’d meant what he’d said about her being his dog!

Proving his authority then as her master he led her around the house. From time to time he would vary his speed so that she had no choice but to keep up with him. Eventually they reached the kitchen where Tom sat at one of the chairs. “Sit!” he commanded and yanked at the leash. Obediently Sue sat between his spread legs on the hard tiled floor. Tom looked at her and nonchalantly undid his trousers. Reaching inside he pulled out his cock, stiff and unbending. Each vein on his shaft stood out and the knob was shiny and purple. Yanking her forward again on her chain he said “Come and get your bone then.” Sue knelt and leant forward, her mouth hovering over his enormous manhood. He held his dick steady at the base as she began to lick it methodically from tip to base. Occasionally she would tilt her head sideways and take the shaft into her mouth, like a real dog with a bone, and carefully bite it with her gleaming white teeth.

The juices from her cunt were now seeping down the insides of her thighs in her excitement. She took him fully into her mouth and sucked voraciously as he gently bucked his hips. With next to no warning he suddenly stood up, nearly gagging her as his cock invaded the back of her throat. Saying nothing he made her turn and face the end of the table. Then he swiftly removed the leather cuffs from her wrists and bent down to place them on her ankles, passing the chain that connected them behind one of the table legs. Whilst she was in this position he went to the other end of the table and catching hold of the leash he pulled it tightly over and under. Once it had been secured to another table leg Sue was left stretched marmaris escort tightly across the table-top with very little room for manoeuvre.

This was just how Tom wanted her and he strode round, cock bobbing up and down, to stand behind her. Placing his hands on her shoulder blades he slowly moved them down and over her flanks until they came to rest under her sore arse. Then, lifting and pulling her arse cheeks apart, he bent at the knees and pushed forward until his knob was perched at the entrance to her gaping cunt. With one hand grasping his dick he slid his knob from clit to arsehole and back again. Her natural lubricant making this a pleasure for them both. He repeated this motion a few times until his need became so urgent that he could wait no more.

With a force that nearly lifted her off her feet he drove his penis fully in up to his balls. Their animal passions then took over, both thrusting and grinding as they raced towards orgasm. Each thrust of his prick forced him against her sore butt which served to excite her even more. Their moaning and squealing increased in tempo as both neared their peak. Ideally they would have liked to have held back for longer, enjoying a slow fuck at first, but Tom was driven by an insatiable urge to cum in his wifes’ cunt. Uttering a strangulated cry thick white dollops of sperm spewed from his dick into the far reaches of her hungry pussy. Sue climaxed simultaneously writhing as much as her restraints would allow and screaming wildly.

As their motions slowed down and became less frantic Tom withdrew his cock from her pussy and squeezed out the last few remaining drops of his spunk. These he applied to her glowing arse and rubbed them in with his still swollen knob. It was as if he was applying some soothing balm to her afflicted areas. In fact he found the sensation so pleasing that, with Sue purring contentedly, he wiped his dick around her matted pubic hair and inner lips to gather more cum with which to smear her.

He leant forward and kissed the back of her neck. “That was fantastic babe!” he said.

“You’re telling me,” said Sue breathlessly, “the best yet in fact.” Tom was busily setting Sue free from her leather straps.

“Mondays sure are more fun since we started making this a regular thing.” he said. “Trouble is I always end up starving hungry. Shall I go phone for a pizza?”

Sue kissed her husband on the lips and caressed his sticky, but now limp, cock. “Yes please lover,” she said, “I can always manage another twelve incher.” and giggled.

Tom laughed back. “Well you never know what might happen next Monday do you? You never know…….”

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Mary Felix Observes a Punishment

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England 1902: At Bancroft Hall the German countess’s man, Herr Lindemann has been caught in Lord Bridport’s study. A chastisement awaits…

Monday morning brought further news. Mrs Welling and Lord Bridport had discussed the matter and it had been agreed that whilst Lindemann’s explanation was to be publicly accepted, his behaviour in entering His Lordship’s private study without permission was nevertheless considered unacceptable. Even for a German.

He would, therefore, be punished in the traditional manor for Bancroft Hall, and afterwards the matter would be considered closed. The countess had agreed to this course of action, and the thing would take place that same evening.

I felt brave enough to mention the matter to her just before luncheon, when I was helping her to change from her outdoor walking clothes into a day dress.

‘It’s a shame about Herr Lindemann. It all seems to have been a misunderstanding, my lady. There is writing paper available in the library if only he had realised,’ I said innocently as I tackled the eighteen mother-of-pearl buttons that ran down her spine.

She was admiring herself in the long freestanding mirror, lifting her chin and turning her head to the left and right as I spoke. She paused and clicked her tongue in irritation, then met my eye in the reflection.

‘Stupidity and incompetence bring their own reward, Mary, and now he will pay the price,’ she replied dismissively and then returned to her languid contemplations.

I was well satisfied with her response. If ever confirmation was needed that he had been acting under the countess’s bidding, then she had just supplied it.

At lunch time, as we tucked into chicken stew in the servants’ kitchen, Mrs W made an announcement regarding the arrangements for Herr Lindemann’s censure.

‘It will take place this evening at nine o’clock in the red bedroom above the ballroom. In accordance with the practice agreed with Lord Bridport, some members of staff will witness the event. You will be advised this afternoon if you are on the list.’

I still had no idea what his punishment would involve, but the unholy gleam in the housekeeper’s eyes did not bode well for Herr L as he sat opposite me, gloomily staring at the table.

As directed by my lady, I had taken the opportunity to introduce myself the morning after their arrival, running him to ground in the stable yard. He seemed a pleasant fellow, and his English was good enough to explain that he was the bloodstock manager for the countess and normally ran the stables at her estates in Bavaria, a role he had performed for her husband before his demise. I sensed that he was more than an admirer of hers and wondered if they were lovers but suspected that, strongly built though he certainly was, her tastes would run a little more sophisticated than his seemingly uncomplicated character.

There was also the fact that he suffered from severe alopecia. The poor fellow didn’t have a hair on his head, and although he had a ready smile and rather cute dimples, his blue eyes denuded of eyebrows and eyelashes peered out of his shiny pale skull in a rather fishlike way that left a lingering feeling of unease in me. I could imagine his expression changing from benignity to intimidation at the flick of a switch. Or at the command of a countess, perhaps.

I finished my stew and put my knife and fork on the plate. As I raised my glass to take a sip of water, he lifted his head and looked across the table and our eyes met. His face was expressionless for a moment, then he gave me a wry smile. A guilty man resigned to his fate, I thought.

After lunch, Mrs Welling informed me that Lord B and the countess were dining in Bridport that evening and were expected back around eleven o’clock. More interestingly, I was to be one of the witnesses to the punishment, and so, at five to nine, I paraded outside the red bedroom on the first floor of the unused wing above the ballroom.

Julia Wolstenholme the cook and Lizzie the pretty maid were already there as I came to a halt. This was the official party, then, and as the clock above the stables chimed nine, the door to the bedroom opened to reveal Mrs W standing in the dimly lit doorway.

‘Come in,’ she said, and we moved forward obediently. Lizzie was in front of me, and she give a little gasp and hesitated momentarily as she crossed the threshold. A second later, as the interior came into view, I realised why.

Herr Lindemann was standing to one side of a large four poster bed, and a row of three plain wooden chairs faced him some six feet way, their backs to the curtained window. But what caught the eye was the fact that he was naked apart from a white towel wrapped around his waist and that his head was covered with what appeared to be a pillowcase, rendering him blind. His hands were clasped behind his head in a position that had clearly been dictated to him.

I saw him turn his head and listen to our footsteps on the wooden floor as we entered, as though he was trying fethiye escort to identify us by sound alone.

‘Remain silent and sit down on the chairs, please,’ said Mrs W quietly. We did so. I sat at the far end, then Lizzie next to me, and then the cook. ‘You will notice that Herr Lindemann is blindfolded. Although he has been told that his punishment will be witnessed by some members of staff, he is not be aware who they are. It is a protection for you all.’

Also a further punishment for the culprit, I thought, not knowing which of his fellow servants had witnessed his humiliation.

Without further ado, she reached forward and pulled the towel off him. I heard Lizzie take a deep breath as his full nakedness was revealed to us. And mighty impressive it was too. He was wide, stocky, and muscular, making up for a lack of height with a pair of powerful arms and shoulders and a flat stomach. His thighs were brawny and bulging, and the overall impression was of an immensely powerful and fit man, even though he must have been well into his forties.

But I suspect we three ladies in the audience were not expending too much time on his torso. Frankly, it was his long, fat cock and heavy balls that caught the eye. Denuded of hair as they were, the man looked like an absolute bull. I saw Mrs Welling take a very obvious look at it before she turned and picked up a tawse from the bed. The blade was a piece of leather about eighteen inches long and an inch and a half wide, its polished surface shining faintly in the dim light from the single bedside lamp that lit the room.

So that was to be it. A rite of beating.

She spoke again, her quiet voice quite distinct and curiously energised in the silence of the room, and I realised that she was aroused by the prospect of what was to come.

‘You are granted a kindness, Herr Lindemann. It is to be the tawse and not the horsewhip, so you will not be scarred. As you know, there are people watching, so I suggest that you maintain your dignity in the face of the pain to come. And stand still. Do not move. Each observer will deliver five strokes, and then I will continue until I decide enough retribution has been delivered.’ Smiling, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear, ‘Take your punishment like a man, sir.’

With that, she looked at me and held out the tawse.

I had not expected this, but there was no avoiding it. I stood and walked over to her and took the thing into my hand. The handle was warm after her touch, and I swung it experimentally a couple of times, although to be fair, it was not an unfamiliar device.

‘Full strokes. On the buttocks. Say nothing,’ she instructed. The excitement in her voice was barely contained as she stood to one side to give me room.

Oh well, I thought, sorry and all that but, as the countess had said, ‘incompetence and stupidity bring their own reward’. I swung the tawse. It connected with a flat, loud crack on his backside and he grunted. Rather enjoying myself, I swung again to the same effect. On the third stroke he gasped quietly, and I saw the material of the pillowcase suck inwards as he inhaled. Two further crisp blows and my work was done. I was a little disappointed it was over but looked across to Lizzie and held out the tawse to her.

She took a moment to return my gaze, her eyes seemingly fixed on his groin, and as I moved from behind him, I could see why. His cock had thickened and lengthened and, though still hanging slack, was noticeably larger than when it had been first revealed to us.

I took my seat as pretty, luscious young Lizzie assumed her position behind him, all curly hair, rosy lips, and freckles. Her face was a picture of alarm and indecision but also something else – oh yes, there was definitely something else. They start them early in the country, and, looking as she did, I did not doubt that she had been tumbled behind a haystack a time or two and that our German friend wasn’t the first naked man that she had seen.

‘Full strokes. On the buttocks. Say nothing,’ our head girl repeated.

She obeyed, swinging the tawse five times, the fifth noticeably harder than the first. By the time she had finished, Lindemann’s shaft was at half stand, and I was starting to speculate where all this might lead.

She passed the tawse to the cook and resumed her seat.

I noticed plump, plain, Miss Wolstenholme passed close by the German as she assumed her position. Close enough, in fact, to let her dress brush the end of his cock, leaving it stiffening visibly. That was no accident, you naughty lady, I thought.

She delivered her ration of blows, swinging strongly as her heavy breasts moved freely under her dress. Then she handed the tawse to the housekeeper and returned to her seat, managing to catch him again on the reverse, I noticed.

It would be fair to say the atmosphere in the room was hotting up at this point. Our naked and muscular German was now fully aroused, alanya escort his thick white shaft pointed upwards and balls high and tight below. I was feeling distinctly tingly down there myself, and when Mrs W stepped forward, her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin dress she wore. She did not appear to be wearing anything underneath it. But then again, neither was I. Not a thing.

‘What a disgusting display, Herr Lindemann,’ she said disdainfully and, leaning forward, she flicked his cockhead with the tawse.

He groaned, more in humiliation than pain, I think, and then gasped as she repeated the movement, this time a little harder. His cock bounced and he moved a little on his feet. ‘Stand still, sir. Do not move,’ she cautioned. ‘I will now continue with the punishment. As some perversion seems to have aroused you, it may take some time before I consider it to be complete.

With that, she set to work, swinging the tawse with enthusiasm and application as a steady series of flat cracks echoed around the bedroom. The pain must have been considerable, and, stoic though he was, an occasional gasp emerged from underneath the pillowcase. More obviously, as the strokes found their mark, he naturally pulled his buttocks inwards and away from the impact, which had the effect of thrusting his hips and therefore his straining cock in our direction in a gratuitous priapic display.

I saw a trickle of sweat run down his chest and squeezed my thighs together.

Glancing to my left, I saw Lizzie staring, seemingly transfixed by the image in front of her. I took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She squeezed back but did not take her eyes off him. Beyond her, Miss Wolstenholme was leaning forward, grinning openly, her eyes narrowed and focused. She was clearly enjoying herself.

As the punishment continued, it became clear that Herr Lindemann was in danger of disgracing himself further. His cockhead was now glossy and wet and fully skinned back. And he was starting to moan with every blow. To add to his discomfort, Mrs Welling, who seemed to have completely forgotten our presence, was alternating her attentions between beating his buttocks and flicking at his groin.

After one particularly enthusiastic series of blows, she finally reached over and grasped the shaft with her hand and pumped it a dozen times whilst whispering audibly in his ear.

‘Whose hand is this, Herr Lindemann? Is it me or someone else? Someone round the breakfast table in the morning, for sure. But who, sir? Who? We will know and you will not.’

This produced a stream of muttered German under the pillowcase and then another groan as she returned to his backside. She repeated this treatment three times, each time stroking his cock for longer. I heard Lizzie give a little sigh as she watched intently.

The fourth time brought matters to a conclusion. Eyes narrowed and a thin smile on her face, Mrs Welling began to concentrate on his painfully swollen and slick cockhead, rubbing it slowly between her looped index finger and thumb as he pleaded with her.

‘Nein, Frau Welling, bitte nein,’ he gasped, the pillowcase moving under his panting breath as her merciless stimulation led him towards its unavoidable conclusion. At last, in desperation, he emitted an anguished moan of surrender and his thighs shuddered as his resistance crumbled and he crossed the point of no return.

Timing it to a nicety, Mrs Welling released him and started to beat his buttocks again as his freestanding cock jerked and bounced, and he spent powerfully, four strong spurts rising high into the air in front of us before falling towards the polished wooden floor at our feet.

I saw a line of silver pearls appear on Lizzie’s black boot, and her hand squeezed mine tightly as I felt her shaking and realised that she was spending spontaneously, carried away with the scene being played out in front of her. I must confess, I was not far behind, and doubtless a few well-placed strokes of my fingers would had have the same effect.

At the end of the line, Miss Wolstenholme, clearly lost in her own world like Mrs Welling, was leaning back in the chair, her legs apart and her hand at her groin and openly working through her skirt. She spent quietly as I watched, gasping with pleasure as a deep red flush spread across her throat and neck.

Distinctly wild eyed and with the tawse hanging loosely from her hand, the housekeeper addressed us. ‘You may leave.’

We filed out. As we stood outside, I heard the door click shut and the lock engage. It appeared that Herr Lindemann’s ordeal was not yet over.

As the cook tripped off down the corridor at high speed, I glanced at Lizzie, who was standing loosely a few yards away. She was managing to look aroused, delicious, and vulnerable at the same time, her mouth open and face and neck flushed red.

I just could not help myself. She looked so ripe and ready.

Stepping forward, I wordlessly manavgat escort took her hand and led her towards the first door I could see. We went in and I shut and locked it. She looked at me with hot eyes. Oh, yes please, you little beauty, I thought and, pressing her up against the wall, kissed her hard and full on the lips.

She stiffened in shock and for a moment I felt her hesitate, but by then my tongue was at her mouth and within a second she was opening her lips to me and responding. My head swam as I lifted her dress, intent on keeping the momentum of the moment going. And then suddenly my hand was on her cunny and she uttered a gasp and then a long, low, and almost despairing moan of pleasure as my fingers stroked and probed her.

‘No, Mary, you mustn’t. It’s wrong,’ she managed to whisper, but her words were in vain. The poor girl was dripping wet and overrun with passion. Clearly her earlier spend had been an hors d’oeuvre rather than a main course. As she pressed her hips forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, another sound penetrated the room. A regular, rhythmic moaning that rapidly grew in intensity and was coming from the other side of the wall against which Lizzie was braced.

‘Listen to that, Lizzie. He’s fucking Mrs Welling,’ I said in a low voice into her ear. ‘Just next door. She’s getting that big white German cock deep inside her. Can you hear it? You’d like that too, wouldn’t you? A long stiff cock fucking you hard.’

Her only reply was a gasp that turned into a sob. Pushing her raised dress into her hands and whispering, ‘Hold it tight,’ I sank to my knees and buried my face in her cunny.

The soft curls parted as I sucked her clitty into my mouth and went to work, my hands firmly clasping her delicious bum. Completely overwhelmed, she came almost at once with a series of hoarse, indecorous grunts, her hips thrusting involuntarily as she released a flood of delicious juice into my mouth. I lapped and licked and gurgled away as further spasms followed, until she eventually calmed and released her hand from my head, which she had inadvertently grasped in the throes of passion. At the same time a scream of joy from Mrs Welling and a guttural roar from her German beau sounded clearly through the wall, indicating that matters had reached a very satisfactory conclusion next door.

Which just left me. Oh, goody.

With a knowing smile, I climbed up from my knees and held Lizzie’s face in my hands, then kissed her again gently. ‘Nice?’ I whispered as a precursor to inviting her to explore my own body as a matter of some urgency. But instead of a little giggle and a hand-in-hand procession to the large bed I had noticed to my right, an expression of shock and distress suddenly appeared on her face.

‘Oh, Mary, what have we done?’ She held her hand up to her mouth, pushing mine away. ‘Oh, dear Lord, what have we done?’ With that, she burst into tears and ran for the door, unlocking it and disappearing before I even had a chance to say anything.

‘Lizzie, come back,’ I cried as I reached the corridor, but all I got was a wave of her hand over her shoulder as she sped away from me and around the corner. I groaned with irritation and frustration. Especially the latter. The silly girl. The silly, delicious, lovely girl.

Slowly, I followed her, walking along the corridor to where the wing joined the main frontage, and turned into the passageway that ran behind the first-floor rooms, passing Lord Bridport’s bedroom on the corner. A grandfather clock showed the time to be just after half past nine, so the whole event had taken just half an hour.

Thinking I might find Lizzie in the kitchen, and keen to alleviate her distress, I walked down the main stairs to the hallway and turned back on myself to find the back stairs and descended those in turn. But everywhere was deserted down below. I wandered through the kitchen and past Mrs Welling’s sitting room and bedroom. Well, I knew where she was – trying to tempt one more round from our robust Bavarian, no doubt. But everyone else seemed to have disappeared, and a deep silence pervaded the rooms.

I followed the corridor that led to the back door and the stable yard, thinking to have a breath of air, but as I passed the short passageway that led to the dairy, I heard a noise.

It was a muted groan of the sort I had heard a fair amount of in the past half hour or so. It was also the kind of noise that merited investigation.

Silently I tiptoed the few yards to the dairy door, which stood eighteen inches or so ajar. Further quiet sounds of the same nature reached my ears and I risked a quick peek. I must say, my immediate reaction to the sight that greeted me was further frustration. For heaven’s sake, was every servant except me enjoying a lascivious night?

Sideways on to me and quite naked, Miss Wolstenholme was lying across the end of the narrow dairy table. Standing between her legs, John Ellerman, the head gardener, was fucking her, his hands holding her knees high and wide as he thrust forwards. The sensible lady had reached down and gripped the edge of the table, enabling her to push back against him, and they were going at it hard and fast. Her large breasts and plump belly were rippling and rolling with the impact of his thrusts, and she was uttering muted animal-like grunts as his cock did its work.

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Lara’s Lesson Ch. 02

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This is a continuation of my previous entry, involving Debi and her new found slave, Lara.

Debi told her slave to go over to one of the bar stools that was standing on the other side of the room. Then Debi picked up one of her stiletto shoes and walked over to wear her little slut was. She told Lara to spread her legs and to get on top of the stool and to start shagging it hard.

Debi could see that despite how horny Lara was, she wasn’t enjoying the stool very much so she moved closer to her and grabbed hold of her nipples to give her some help. Debi started squeezing them gently at first and then harder and harder until Lara was almost screaming from the pain. As a result Lara started shagging the stool harder and harder to try and get her mistress to stop. Lara was getting hornier now, so Debi reached down for the stiletto and put the heel in between Lara’s legs so that it was touching Lara’s clit, and her clit rubbed against it every time she moved her pussy.

Lara started to get really horny at this stage and she begged her mistress to let her come. So Debi took one of Lara’s nipples and started squeezing it hard and told her slut that the could only orgasm once she had let go of her nipple and that she had to come within 5 seconds of her letting go.

Eventually when Lara’s breathing had become so heavy that her mistress could hardly stand it anymore, she let go and watched her little slut come right before her eyes. Debi was really pleased with her little slave but was still really horny herself and desperately wanted to release her sexual tension. It was a rare privilege for her to have let her slut come before her but Debi saw it as the start of the training program that would eventually leave her with a slave that would be able to come on command for her mistress.

Debi told her little slut that she was going off to her bedroom, and that her little slut must crawl and follow her when she was called. Debi also told Lara that she was not to get off the stool before then and that the stiletto was to stay in place to remind her of what a dirty little whore she was. So Debi left her little slut sitting on the stool and shaking.

Then in the bedroom, Debi lay down on the bed and started putting her string of beads inside her pussy one by one. She was so horny by now that she probably could have come without the help of her little slut but she wanted her slave to come and help her none the less. So she called her little slave in and told her to crawl onto the bed. Then she told her little slut to get down on her hands and knees and to start licking all around her pussy while Debi started playing with her nipples. Then she told Lara to grab the string of the beads and to start slowly pulling üsküdar escort it out with her teeth and to keep playing with Debi’s clit as she pulled them out.

Lara was amazed at how wet her mistresses pussy was and wasn’t really enjoying getting her pussy juice all over her face, but she also knew that it was an honour for a slave to be allowed to do this for their mistress. She started pushing harder on Debi’s clit as Debi got closer to coming and she pulled out the remaining beads, very slowly. Then Debi came. It felt fantastic and she couldn’t stop herself letting out a few large moans which made Lara instantly horny again.

Debi wasn’t that horny straight after her orgasm but she knew that she couldn’t let her new little slut forget her place, so she sat up and grabbed Lara by her hair then pulled her off the bed and onto her knees on the floor. Then she told Lara to walk to the bathroom on her knees and she followed behind her. Debi kept flicking her sluts butt to remind her that she was there and to make her move faster no matter how painful it was.

She then told Lara to get into the shower with her and to take off her bra. By this stage, Debi had taken off all her clothes and Lara had to stop herself from staring at her mistresses amazing body. Inside the shower, Debi turned the cold tap on full blast and made her slave kneel down on the shower floor while she watched from the outside. Then she stepped in and turned it off after a few minutes, until Lara was shivering with cold and was not looking very happy.

Debi stepped towards her slave and told her to bend her head backwards and to lower herself. Then Debi straddled over her and started peeing straight into her slut’s mouth.

She started coughing and spluttering with the horrible taste of her mistresses pee and she felt like she wanted to vomit, but she knew that she had to swallow it and she wanted to do it to impress her mistress and show her what a good slave she was. Lara tried to compose herself which really pleased Debi. Then Debi turned the shower on and washed herself off before turning the warm water back to cold. Then Debi got out and told her slut to shower and clean herself in the cold water.

When Debi was dry and clean, she bent over her wet, shivering little slut and asked her slave what she really wanted her mistress to do to her. Lara had been turned on by the idea of her mistress degrading her by using her as her toilet. She had really enjoyed the feeling of being made to feel so worthless. All Lara wanted was for her mistress to show her what a pathetic little slut she was. So she begged her mistress to use her as a toilet again. Debi was quite taken gaziemir escort a back and said to her slave that she couldn’t as she had just been to the toilet on her slave, but Lara begged her mistress so much and wouldn’t stop begging even when her mistress slapped her across the face.

Eventually Debi agreed but told her slut that she could only shit on her and that because of her begging she was going to have to eat some of it. So Lara crawled happily into the bath and Debi got in over her. Then Debi started shitting all over her slave and with each piece that dropped onto Lara’s stomach, just above her pussy, Lara felt herself getting closer and closer to coming. She just loved the feeling of being so dirty and worthless to her mistress. When Debi was done she looked down at her slut and told her that she was disgusted with her, that she couldn’t believe what a little whore she was for enjoying such a disgusting experience.

The more Debi criticized and degraded her slut the hornier she became. Debi could see this so she stuck her finger in some of the shit on her slave’s stomach and shoved it in her slave’s mouth and told her to suck it. Lara really wanted to gag this time but managed to stop herself and told herself to enjoy it as this was her mistresses shit and she knew she should be honored. In the end she was so horny she asked her mistress if she could come, but Debi refused and told her slut that slaves weren’t allowed to come more than once a day, and that she had already had her chance and she would desperately have to try and restrain herself.

Then Debi scooped up some of the shit and rubbed it all over her slave’s mouth and told her slut to lick it up with her tongue. Lara thought that it tasted disgusting but she did as told. Eventually, once she had licked up most of it, her mistress grabbed her panties and wiped all around her little sluts mouth with them and then shoved them into her mouth.

Debi told her slave to make sure that she kept the panties in there the whole time and not to let them fall out, but to enjoy the taste and smell of her mistress as much as she could. Then Debi filled the bath with water and told her – to clean herself but did not give her any soap. Then Debi went and sat down on top of the cupboard opposite the bath and watched her slave washing herself.

Debi was still really horny and she went out for a minute to get her vibrator, then she sat back down to watch her slut and started playing with herself at the same time. Debi got really horny at one stage, when Lara was trying to wash her dirty face and got the piece of her panties that was sticking completely soaking. Debi thought how that must sancaktepe escort feel and taste and got so horny just thinking that she was doing this to her slave.

Then Debi said “Slut! Look here and watch your mistress coming”. Then Debi started playing with the vibrator with more intensity and touching her body all over. Her slave really wanted to get out and join her but she was forbidden and just had to watch in envy at her mistress’s pleasure. Debi knew how much her slave would hate this and took great pleasure in putting on a little show for her slut. Then when Debi came she let out a long low scream that caused the hairs on the back of Lara’s neck to stand on end.

By now the bath was getting really cold, the panties tasted disgusting and Lara really wanted to get out. Despite all of this, she was still horny. Debi then walked over to her slave and let the water out the bath. She told her slut to stay put till told to move. Then Debi started drying herself and put on a black satin dressing gown in preparation for bed. She then told her slave to crawl into the bedroom when she was dry.

In the bedroom, Lara found her mistress already naked and in bed. She looked dozy and content but there was still a glint of something scary behind her eyes. She told her slave to come and kneel next to her bed and receive instructions. She told Lara to get a chair and put it in the middle of the room and then to start dancing around it and with it and over it.

Lara did not have much confidence in her dancing and felt awkward at first but started to get more into it as she went along and felt the penetrating look of her mistress’s eyes and noticed that her mistress was watching her body with great appreciation.

When Lara had really started to enjoy herself, her mistress told her to start fucking the chair as if it was the best shag that she had ever had. Lara was embarrassed but found that the sensation was quite pleasant after awhile and she started to get very horny. Before it was too late, she remembered that she needed to ask her mistress for permission in order to come and begged her mistress to let her. Debi agreed but said that her little slut had to come within the next 15 seconds and that she had to scream and moan as loud as she could while she did. If the screams weren’t loud enough to wake the neighbors and she came, she would be punished.

Lara was really embarrassed by this but found herself getting turned on by her own moans and screams. Debi told her that they weren’t loud enough and Lara guessed that it was probably because the panties which were still in her mouth were blocking some of the noise. So Lara screamed louder and then came within the prescribed time.

When she looked up afterwards, she noticed that her mistress was laughing at her. Debi said “Come to bed slave” and Lara crawled over to her and was about to get onto the bed when her mistress chucked her a pillow and turned the light off without a word. Lara realized that this was obviously where she was going to have to sleep, on the floor and with no clothes on…

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It was always his voice that rang in her head…that gruff, smooth, sexy voice with a slight Southern accent…the voice that took her heights over the telephone that she only had dreamed of…that she didn’t even believe was possible without actually touching someone…and yet he had accomplished that just…

They fit together so perfectly…or as he would say…they “clicked”…but it was much more than that…much deeper…and as the months went on and they slowly began to reveal more and more of each other…the bond between them just grew stronger…It was an unlikely meeting from the start…and yet in some ways it seemed to be almost inevitable…both married…both with non functioning spouses…his very sick…hers impotent…they were the same age and had a lot of common interests that kept them together besides the outrageous sex…and she had fallen deeply in love with him…or at least his voice…she didn’t know for sure what it was…but now she would find out…

It was a long drive from FL to NC…she had her alibi worked out with her best friend who she had stopped and picked up along the way…but her mind was only on one thing…him…his voice…seeing his face in front of her from the pictures they had exchanged…and finally being in his arms…that was all she could think about the whole trip…in spite of the laughing and carrying on she always did with her best friend…the current running in the back of her mind was him…the explicit instructions he had given her…she mentally checked off that she had everything he had requested…lacy thong and bra…stockings..heels…the “toys” they used when on the phone…he would be bringing the nipple clamps…clit clamps…and some new toys to surprise with her with…

Her pussy had been wet since she pulled out of her driveway…and now here she was…minutes from the motel that he had made reservations at…a town not far from his…her hands were sweaty on the steering wheel and her heart was beating out of her chest…panic had started to set in…she had never had an affair …other than her phone interludes…and in her mind…those didn’t really count.

He made reservations for two rooms…one for her and her friend…and one for them…since he didn’t know if he would be able to be there the whole time…and he demanded complete privacy with her…They went to the desk and checked in… her hands were already shaking…and she was still hours away from actually meeting him for the first time…she and her friend settled into their room…putting all their stuff away…making small talk…just the normal best friend things …and then she took the other key and went to the room he had rented for them…her bag with her with her change of clothing as he had requested…the few toys…and her cosmetics…she quickly changed ….carefully putting on the black seamed stockings…red 4″ strap on heels…a black lacy bra with the nipples cut out…a surprise he didn’t request but something she thought he would really like…and a black lacy thong…she examined herself carefully in the mirror…the months of working out had paid off…she wasn’t thin…but her body was toned and fit…she ran her hands over her smooth skin and then quickly applied fresh make up…just a touch as his preference was for not a lot…her long slender legs were accented to perfection in the hose and heels…and she only hoped that she would please him…that was the only thought running through her mind now…

His instructions were running through her head as the time neared for his arrival…she stood in the center of the room…long slender legs spread wide apart…her wrists crossed at the small of her back …eyes lowered …trying to keep her hands from shaking and her legs from trembling…and then she heard the turn of the door…her heart raced and it took all the willpower she had not to look up at him…

Her senses were so keenly acute as he walked into the room…she could smell the rich leather of his jacket…the fresh scent of his cologne…and even the scent that belonged distinctly to him…she breathed deeply…filling herself with him…

Even with her eyes downcast she could see him moving around the room…and out of the corner of her eye she could place him in the room wherever he was except for when he was behind her…he deliberately was putting his things away…basically ignoring her for the time being…and her heart sank…she was fighting back tears and willing zonguldak escort herself to stay in that room while thoughts of grabbing her clothes and running to the other room swam through her mind…he didn’t like what he saw…oh well, she thought, just chalk it up and enjoy the rest of her vacation with her best friend…but she knew she was lying to herself..and she had to know the outcome of this…

Her palms were now sweating and her hands were shaking…and then she saw him move the chair in the room and place it directly in front of her across the room from her…she watched his footsteps as he approached her…and then he stopped within arms length of her…and now she could feel his eyes inspecting every inch of her body…he still hadn’t said a word to her…and the silence was maddening…she needed to hear his voice…to reassure her…to comfort her…to let her know that everything was OK…but instead…he slowly walked around her…she could feel his eyes once again on her back…the hairs at the back of her neck stood straight up and chills ran down her arm as he stepped even closer still to her…she could feel his breath on the back of her neck…and she began to tremble…

Then suddenly a fingertip was running down her spine…she closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped from her…god how she wanted this man whose face she hadn’t even seen yet…his touch was teasing…tantalizing…taunting…and he knew exactly the effect he was having on her…his finger moved lower…over and across each asscheek…and then it pressed against her tight little hole…he leaned in and bit her bottom earlobe…whispering…”I’m gonna fuck you like the little slut you are baby…I’m gonna take this ass and fill it with cock…his finger never left her body as he walked to the front of her…god how she wanted to look up into those eyes…but she didn’t dare…her body was literally aching for him at this point…his finger moved up over her stomach…and traced around her hard little nipple sticking out of her bra…and then he squeezed it hard…she gasped as the pain shot through her body…and felt her wetness as it trickled into her thong…then both hands were on her…his fingers tugging and pulling at her nipples…stretching them away from her…rolling them in his fingers…he leaned forward and his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck…nice touch slut…but you wanted me to have easy access to those nipples didn’t you?…my voice was shaking as I answered him…but no answer was even necessary…we both knew the answer to that…

His tongue slid slowly down her neck…and then lower…he was holding onto her hips as his head lowered and sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth…she thought she was going to scream at this point…her cunt muscles were contracting hard and her clit was tingling wildly…her thong was soaked and then with no warning he bit hard on each nipple in turn…and this time she did scream out…the pain shot right down to her aching pussy…and she thought she would go insane…he chuckled softly as her scream hung in the air…and then his fingertip slowly went down and across her stomach…goosebumps trailed on her satiny skin as it went lower and lower….finally pushing the thong to the side and inserting his finger deep into her wet walls…her muscles immediately clamped down on it…and then he slid another finger in…slowly sliding them in and out of her wetness….her legs were trembling so hard she didn’t know how she was even standing up…and then that sexy gravely voice as he whispered…”Want me baby?”..and then he laughed as his fingers were soaked with her hot wet juices…she closed her eyes again…and then he withdrew his fingers from her…she wanted to beg him for more…to touch him…to kiss him…but as yet he hadn’t even allowed her to look at him…

Both of his hands were on her now…and they slid slowly down her hose…kneading and caressing her…then sliding slowly up her inner thigh…he slid down her body and was crouched in front of her…she could see the top of his head…and then he nudged her legs wider apart…his hands went around to her tight little ass at the same time that his tongue delved deep into her cunt…he moaned deep into her as his tongue explored her…her hands automatically came to his shoulders for balance…and he removed his tongue from her sopping pussy and his voice was steady and calm…trust me baby to not let bursa escort you fall…put your hands behind your back again…she immediately did so and the reprimand cut through her like a knife…

He rose slowly from her body…kissing and biting up her stomach…both hands cupping her aching breasts and squeezing…and then one hand cupped her chin and lifted her face to his…his face showed no emotion…but his eyes gave him away…she looked deep into those eyes…searching his soul…she always knew if she could just look into his eyes one time…she would know the truth about all that they had shared over the months…and then his mouth came down on hers..his hand came around to the small of her back signaling her that she could move her arms now…and they flew around his neck…his tongue raped her mouth..kissing her deeply…hungrily…biting softly on her bottom lip and then hard…his tongue fucking her mouth…he pulled her hips tightly to his and rubbed his hard cock against her…and her body just shook in his arms…

Her mouth was throbbing and bruised from that kiss…and as he released her from his grip he turned and walked to the door…opening it slightly…then went and sat in the chair…”I want anyone who should happen to come by to see this horny, wet, beautiful slut that I’m gonna fuck…her cheeks flushed and she became aware of herself for the first time…what she must look like to anyone walking by…and her cheeks flushed bright red…he laughed softly at her…and then slowly unzipped his jeans…she immediately forgot the door being opened as her eyes fixed on his cock…she watched as he stroked and squeezed the head…knowing that’s how he touched himself when they were on the phone…and she just got wetter and hotter and her nipples got harder with each movement of his hand…”Want this my little fuck slut?”…his voice teased her…she could only nod…her throat was so tight thinking of that cock in her mouth…”What baby? I can’t hear you…you don’t want this?”….she moaned softly ..her voice barely above a whisper…yes…I want that cock…I want it in my mouth…in my ass…in my cunt…between my tits…ohhhh god damn I want that cock….I’ve waited so long for it…dreamed about it…ached for it…

He rose suddenly from the chair and quickly shut the door…he quickly walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair…almost dragging her to the bed…pushing down on the middle of her back and forcing her face against the bedspread…she heard his jeans fall to the floor before he slid the belt out of the loops…one hand still holding her down roughly as the belt dragged slowly over her asscheeks….she thought the first blow was going to be from the belt…but instead his hand landed powerfully on her smooth skin…her breath caught as three fingers slid into her slick walls and then another hard slap on the other cheek…the tingling burning spread through her body…and her cunt muscles tightened around his fingers…”Ohhhhhhh…..you like this do you girl?”……and then a light blow of the leather on her ass..he quickly bound her hands with a silk scarf…and then blindfolded her…her heart was almost beating out of her chest…and her pussy was throbbing like never before…and then the raining blows of the belt on her ass…screaming out to him with each one…and then whimpering as his tongue would drag over each burning welt…when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore…he turned her over….lifted her ass and pressed the belt tight into her pussy…her juices soaking it…”Now…every time I wear this belt…a part of you will be with me slut…do you like that thought baby?”…it excited her to no end and the outpouring of juices from me was the answer that he wanted…

He roughly shoved her legs apart again…his fingers leaving bruising marks on her thighs…and then three fingers began tapping on her clit…softly at first…then harder…and then harder even still…she arched her wetness up to him and then screamed out as the slap of the leather went on her hard little clit…her body was racked with pain…but she just lifted her cunt higher to him…silently begging him for more…”Ohhhhh….so your in your painslut mode huh?” he said with hint of laughter in his voice…she whimpered and nodded her head and the stinging blows continued on her cunt, her thighs, over her stomach and then back down to her pussy again….until finally she malatya escort couldn’t hold back anymore and her release flooded from her…leaving a large wet spot on the bedspread….he quickly turned her over….raising her ass high to him…and as his cock invaded her ass in one swift motion…a vibrator was being inserted into her cunt…her hands clenched in the restraints and she grunted loudly….damn his cock felt good in her ass…she raised her ass higher to him…wanting it deeper in her…wanting him to pound her deep hard and fast…he loosened the silk from her hands and told her to fuck herself with the vibe while he fucked her ass…she kept time with his strokes….the buzz of the vibe teasing his cock through her thin walls…they fucked like animals…him ravaging her….her receptive and begging for more…his fingers deep dug into her burning asscheeks and with a loud moan his hot cum filled her ass…she was gasping for breath and her ass ached from the pounding she had just taken…but she wanted more…needed more…he collapsed on top of her…and she could feel his heart beating against her back…their bodies were wet and slippery with sweat…he undid the blindfold…and as he rolled off of her he told her to go sit in the chair and masturbate for him…

As her fingers slipped through her folds her eyes were locked into his…his shaft now half hard laying against his leg…and she was automatically doing all the things he would tell her to on the phone…laying the vibe right at the edge of her clit…her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy…and then slipping the vibe deep into her…thrusting it in and out of her…arching her hips higher as the wetness trickled down her thighs…ohhhhh..she was going to cum…he sensed that immediately and as he was stroking his cock back to a full hard on…he told her ….”Don’t you dare cum yet slut”….and then he was walking towards her again…his cock springing with each step…he reached down for the vibe in her hot wet pussy at the same time that his fist wound tightly in her hair …pulling her closer to his cock and then shoving it deep in her throat as he thrust the vibe deeper still into her hungry cunt…she moaned loudly as his cock went down her throat…and her lips clamped tight around the stretched skin…sucking on him hungrily…as his grip loosened in her hair her mouth began to slide up and down the length…her teeth scraping along the swollen vein of his cock…and then curling her tongue and digging it deep into the slit on top…oh god his precum tasted so good…and she licked at it and swallowed it eagerly…and then plunged his shaft deep into her hot slutty mouth once again..arching her hips up to him to meet every thrust of the vibe as he stroked it and out of her…and then he pulled her off of his dick…yanked her from the chair and sat down …and then pulled her on top of him…you know what to do slut…this is what we’ve both been thinking of for a long time now…

Her thighs were pressed tightly to his…and she reached down to squeeze his balls…the heat from her pussy radiating down to the head of his engorged cock…her hand slid up to the base of his cock and she squeezed once again…and then she ran the head of his cock through her burning wetness…his hands went on her hips and he pulled her down onto him roughly…she screamed out to him as his cock tore her pussy wide open…her breath coming in short gasps…only being able to call out his name as she rocked and grinded into his cock…lifting herself off to the head and then slamming down hard on him again….the head banging into her cervix and filling her with pleasure/pain…his hips arching up and driving his cock deeper into her with each downward thrust of her cock…nails digging into his shoulders and clawing into his chest as his cock relentlessly fucked her…she milked that cock tighter and harder than any she had ever milked in her life…and when her release came over her…it was like none she had ever known…resonating to the very core of her being…a low guttural moan escaping from deep within her as wave after wave of release washed over her…his cock still fucking her through her orgasm…and then he slid his cock out of her and slid out from underneath her…leaving her kneeling by the chair…her body a trembling mass of exhaustion as he squeezed the head of his cock one more time and then sprayed his hot cum over her back…in her hair….over her ass and down both of her arms…covering her with his scent…marking her as his…

He slid next to her on the floor and held her tightly…whispering and comforting her ravaged body…he had made her his slut this day…and they both knew it…she turned her head to look at him…a smile crossing her lips as she softly whispered….”Master”…

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