Lord Marchington’s Staff

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Lord Marchington’s Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England’s hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in addition there was a crumbling mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles’ tiny daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the whole depressing disastrous edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no clear notion of how one keeps discipline among servants when they may simply walk away and leave one’s employ, one might have the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee? No I dreaded the whole enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the puff of the canon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the flash of the blade, the thrill of the charge, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, sabre against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grape shot against muscle, charging on as ones fellows lie writhing in death, that’s what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far worse than I imagined, the family’s closed carriage which collected me off the mail coach was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horses were filthy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full of dirt.

The household were assembled for my inspection at the front porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a loud belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle green in hue and not mildew on black like Belcher’s.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the severe cut of their hair and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to mention the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stables posing as ostlers and stable hands while playing pranks and idling their days away.

I made a perfunctory inspection only as Lady Marjorie and that old witch of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the house, “My dear Marjorie,” I said “I am so sorry.”

“Ha glad I should think,” the old witch cackled, “I have my eye on you!”

“Yes,” Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, “Mama says you should return my dowry.”

“Oh does she?” I enquired, “Interesting, have you arranged Luncheon?”

“We didn’t know when to expect you,” Marjorie trilled as she led me through to the sitting room beside the drawing room.

“I said noon, it is now twenty six minutes after noon,” I explained patiently, “Luncheon time.”

Her mother spoke up. “It’s cook’s fault,” the old witch lied. “We told her.”

“Then have her whipped,” I replied.

“Well we told Bessie to tell cook,” said Marjorie uncertainly, “Or was it Milly?”

“Then have all three whipped,” I suggested.

“John!” the old witch snapped, “This is England, we are not savages, these are our servants and we do not whip our servants!”

“That madam is what is wrong with this household, with this estate, no discipline!” I exclaimed, “Discipline, clean uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles!”

“This is not a battle!” Marjorie interjected.

“That is where you are wrong,” I snapped, “There is a war here between masters and servants and the servants are winning and I do believe it is time for us to take a firm stand, now who shall it be?”

“What?” Marjorie asked.

“Whom shall take the whipping?” I asked.

“Imbecile you cannot whip the servants,” the mother snapped.

“Very well, then assemble the staff before the main staircase and I shall address them.” I insisted.

“I shall not,” the mother declared, so I reached for the bell pull and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a bell clanged bahçelievler escort half heartedly in the servant’s pantry.

“You rang sir?” Belcher enquired.

“I wish to address the household,” I announced, “Please assemble them before the main staircase.”

“But it is staff Lunchtime Mr John,” he said tiresomely.

“I am Lord Marchington now, and don’t you forget it!” I snapped.

“Fall them in and that’s an order,” I snapped.

“Very military Captain!” Marjorie sniggered.

“Major, ah in fact I am a Lieutenant Colonel now I am on the reserve,” I explained.

“Are we supposed to be impressed?” the old witch asked.

“Assemble the staff!” I demanded, “Luncheon be damned!” and I stormed out of the room and lunged up the stairs to what had been my room in father’s time.

It was a wasteland of dust and neglect and did my humour no favour, and I watched from the window for a moment as the household sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

I gave them a few moments before I went to the head of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, “Squad, Attention!” That got their attention.

“You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my misfortune to command,” I explained, “And it will not do, will not do,” I continued, “And I shall go away and come back tomorrow when I expect a complete transformation, Dismiss!”

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the carriage, its says much for the staff’s idleness that my luggage was still aboard the carriage and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably alcoholic.

To his credit the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed “Coachman,” at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open the door for me, “To Trentham Town and don’t spare the horses,” I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the chance to spend the night with one “Shantell,” she of reddened cheeks and ample bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shillings and probably a bout of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The morning came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very acceptable break-fast I strolled uselessly about the town until predictably enough the carriage arrived twenty minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a surfeit of slow farm carts along the way.

The predictably dirty carriage clattered along disreputably enough keeping me tolerably dry if not clean and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the carriage steps down and collected my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to detect it, though at least the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven,dressed in a filthy shirt under a filthy jacket, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his shoes in need of a shine, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the chamber maids, Sally and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and worst of all her hands were filthy.

Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, was as straitlaced and upright as ever though slightly drunk with her liking for whisky, and looking on were Marjorie and her mother.

I made a list. “Sack or Lash?” I asked Belcher.

“What do you mean sir?” he asked.

“Whip or dismiss you are a disgrace sir!” I snapped.

“Then I shall take my leave,” he said.

“Then go!” said I “Frobisher, you are butler now, any questions?”

“No sir.” he said and quickly corrected himself, “No my lord.”

“Can you handle a cat?” I asked, he looked puzzled, “A cat of nine tails, a whip man!” I asked.

“I suppose so sir, I never tried,” he said.

“Good man,” I said, an turning I added, “Belcher don’t stand there open mouthed, you’ll catch a moth, be gone man.”

“You need a better suit if you’re to be under butler Binks,” I informed the younger man, “And you must use more soap and less scent, I told the chamber maids, who smiled awkwardly.

“Sack or Lash?” I asked the cook.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she scowled insolently.

“You, Bessie, lash or sack?” I repeated before the under cook.

“Keep your trap shut,” Cook snorted.

“Lash or sack?” I asked Milly the scullery maid.

“What have I done to deserve this sir?” she asked.

“What you have not done is to bathe child,” I said.

“But the lads should certainly defile me if I didn’t stink sir!” she bağcılar escort said honestly.

“Just two lashes then, gentle ones,” I offered, “This time.”

“On my hand sir?” she asked.

“No on your bare bottom,” I assured her.

“Ohhhh sir!” she tittered.

“That’s a lash then?” I suggested and I moved on to Mrs Maguire, “Lash or sack,” I asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” she snapped.

“Lord Marchington you are unhinged!” Marjorie’s mother snapped.

“I’ll lash you in a moment,” I snapped back.

“And me?” Marjorie asked her icy eyes suddenly aflame.

“You have done nothing to displease me,” I assured her, “Now Mrs Maguire, lash or sack?”

“I have done nothing wrong, and I have nowhere to go,” she said.

“Good lash it is, excellent, see Belcher off the premises Frobisher and I’ll see you all in the courtyard by the kitchen after lunch,” I said breezily and made my way to my old room.
It was still unprepared, “Mrs Maguire!” I shouted.

“Sir,” she replied and hurried upstairs, “Madam said the guest room sir.”

“Really, your lashes madam, would you prefer twenty here in private or ten in the courtyard?” I asked.

“The courtyard, I have seen too many girls ravished after whippings.” she averred.

“Where in gods name was that?” I asked.

“Jamaica,” she said.

“Well have no fear,” I insisted, “Pray bend over the bed and raise your skirts.”

“No!” she protested, “I shall not submit!”

“Take a week to secure another position before you decide,” I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old witch was at the root of the room being unprepared.

Luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the officers mess at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house hold to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the east side of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stables at one end and a wall with just a modest wooden door to the south, access being through the great oaken doors at the north by the stables, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a woman in crinolines might mount her horse side saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

“So cook what is it to be?” I asked her as I selected a horse whip from the selection I had brought from the stables.

“You won’t lash me, of there’s anyone you should it’s her,” she pointed at Marjorie, “And her bitch of a mother, scheming bitches the pair of them.”

“Tell me more?” I suggested.

“Ha that girl ent your niece she’s Frobisher’s!” Cook averred.

“Thrash her hide!” Marjorie’s mother screamed.

“No, you do it,” I exclaimed and strode across to hand the whip to Marjorie’s mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts high over her head to reveal her soiled filthy once white cotton underwear.

“You lying little bitch,” Marjorie’s mother snarled as she grabbed Cooks voluminous pantaloons and dragged them down her legs revealing a none too clean backside, “Liar!” she said as she raised the whip and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

White cloth, pink skin and a tight brown bud of a womanly ass hole were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and specks of blood to the scene as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, “Seven, eight nine,” the old witch counted, “Fifteen,” and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed exertions in her many layers of underthings beneath her black gown.

“Enough!” I cried, “Frobisher, Mr Frobisher five more lashes if you please,” I requested and indicated he should take the whip.

“Swack,” the whip slashed the cooks fat ass ten times harder than the old witch managed and the cook shrieked in alarm, then she screamed and as the whip descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven more swats before I called a halt and the cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloons and ran for the kitchen

“Bessie, your turn,” I called sweetly, “Raise your skirts and lower your pantaloons if you please Bessie.”

“I can’t sir I ain’t wearing any,” Bessie confessed, “I can’t afford none sir.”

“Well, that should make chastisement easier, now bend over,” I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her rump just once with the palm of my left hand, “Now go away and take heed.” I said, “Milly?”

Milly too bent over the step and raised her skirts, she too was bare beneath her skirts and her young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I ümraniye escort am quite sure that I blushed.

“Never mind, just bend over the step.” I suggested, and I guided her forward, “Frobisher?” I asked.

“She’s Matthew’s sweetheart sir, maybe he could chastise her?” he said insolently, but sensitively I deduced.

“Binks, ten of the best lad,” I ordered and invited him to step forward, he stared.

“Never seen a girl bared?” I asked.

“No sir, not Milly!” he agreed and he reached out and caressed her buttocks.

“Slap them lad, show her who’s in charge!” I ordered and so he slapped her rump, “Enough, she just needs a simple lesson.” I ordered as my discomfort became intense, “Let her up!” I ordered and I went to seek the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

“What did you mean about Lady Marjorie?” I asked.

“Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his stuff and my turkey baster to get that kid, your brother wasn’t nothing but a sod!”

“I suspected as much,” I said, “So she cuckolded him?”

“Stopped him topping his self,” she said, “If that’s what cucking hold is.”

“No,” I sighed, “But why?”

“Because he was diseased,” Lady Marjorie stood in the doorway, “I was still intact do you see,” she said, “Though I am no longer.”

“Then it is true what Cook says,” I exclaimed and when she nodded I added, “My god, my god you are evil!”

“John?” she said alarmed.

“A whore, a filthy whore,” I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a whore, I wanted Milly’s soft succulent ass hole around my swollen member but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the unfaithful cuckold, a whore.

“No John,” Marjorie pleaded as she looked into my eyes.

“You’re just a filthy whore, well you can earn your board and lodging on your back!” I cried.

“John in law I am your sister!” she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore’s breast, her lips seemed inviting, her eyes now smoldered where before there was ice.

“I’ll teach you to cuckold Charlie!” I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my fingers among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the white cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound breasts, it was a moment for me to rip the fabric down off her shoulders and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the bindings around her breasts, and pulled away the torn bindings and then as her back was bared I cut the lacings of her corset and then I cut down between her buttocks and the fabric fell away to leave her naked but for her boots.

“I’ll teach you to use my brother so ill!” I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, “Look, we have a new scullery maid, and new whore and an old lying bitch,” I snapped.

“John are your quite mad?” her mother queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trousers I took the whip from Binks which I lashed across Marjorie’s back drawing blood.

“No!” she wailed rolling on her back as if she thought such would protect her but I hit her mounds in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her hands and the teats on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving livid red streaks on her pale pink flesh.

“Marjorie save your face!” her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to peek through fingers saving her face so I whipped her between her legs.

“Nooooo!” she wailed, “I cannot bear it!” and she rolled in the mud again.

“Bitch!” I cried, “Set her to work!” and I went inside.

“Lord Marchington, I shall have you shot!” Marjorie’s mother informed me as she followed me inside, “I shall have the Constable,” she said before I silenced her with a slap to her weasly narrow face.

“How,” I demanded, “Why? Why did he die by his own hand?”

“They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite,” the old crone said quietly, “Marjorie knew she had the life of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the flesh, none at all,” the mother said, “So don’t judge her, restore her to her station and we will say no more about it.”

“You planned it didn’t you,” I demanded, “You witch, you sought to keep poor Charlie alive long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life!”

“Marjorie had a substantial dowry,” the old witch explained, “Charles pursued her!”

“You did more like, now admit it!” I insisted.

She shook her head, “You don’t scare me John, you’re just a boy!” she said sarcastically.

“No?” I queried drawing the knife, “You miserable dried up barren old witch, you made your daughter a whore!”

“No!” she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran faster than for twenty and more years and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a pace behind and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her back from neck to hem and peeled it apart to reveal her body ready for whipping.

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Lucy’s First Submission Ch. 05

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This is by far the most torturous piece I have written so far. Thank-you again to everyone who has expressed their love of My work so far. I hope this instalment lives up to your expectations, desires and fantasies.

Poor Lucy! I had teased her all day with a remote vibrating egg, made her service two of My friends’ slaves, and come out to dinner still covered in their come, locked in a chastity belt My friend had put on her. She was wearing the same black dress, and looked sexy as hell. The come wasn’t obvious, but she knew it was there, and that was enough. Every man in the restaurant was staring at her, and some of the women as well. And who could blame them? She truly is absolutely stunning. I loved the way people lusted after her, especially when it was obvious she is with Me. She was obviously struggling not to squirm and wriggle around. I knew she must be desperate to come, even just to have her gorgeous pussy touched, but we both knew that wasn’t going to happen, and when it did, she wouldn’t be coming.

I turned up the eggs vibration on the remote I have in My pocket. Her obvious discomfort became even more obvious just as the waitress came over to take our order. The waitress looked at her, and asked her if she needed the loo. Lucy’s’ cheeks burned bright red, and she said no. the waitress looked puzzled for a second, then must have realised what was going on, because she looked at Me and said ‘have fun with her.’ I just laughed and said I already was.

I could tell by the look on Lucy’s face that she was close to coming, so once again I turned down the vibrations. On the eggs lowest setting, there is no chance of tipping her over the edge, which is great as I can leave it on all day if I felt like it, and all it does is frustrate her. I knew it was going to fast become My favourite toy to use on her, and the chastity belt, obviously. We stayed for a full three courses, and as the restaurant was busy, we were there for three hours. I also had a suspicion that the waitress was enjoying Lucy’s torment, because she kept looking over çeşme escort at us, smiling and winking at Me, and then making us wait. When it came time to pay the cheque, our waitress came over. Her name is Sarah, and she sat down next to Lucy, opposite Me.

‘Can I ask a bold question?’ She asked Me.

‘Sure,’ I said.

‘Erm, well, I was wondering if your teasing her somehow? The way she is looking, seems like she is desperate to come!’

‘Wow, that is very blunt! But yes, Lucy here is My slave for a week.’

‘Oh wow. I’m sorry, its’ just I have always wanted to be a sex slave myself! Do you mind if we talk about it? Id love to know what it is like in reality. I have only ever fantasised before.’

‘Not at all. But not tonight. We have both had a long day, and Lucy here has a lot of excitement ahead. If you like, we could swap numbers, or come back tomorrow?’

We ended up swapping numbers. I promised to text her the next day, and arrange to meet up sometime. When we got outside, I could see Lucy was looking strange.

‘What’s wrong pet?’ I asked.

‘May I speak freely Sir?’

‘Of course, lets get in the car though, it’s cold out here.’

We talked on the way home. It turned out Lucy was feeling conflicted. She loved the idea of another slave, but also felt jealous of sharing Me. I told her that I was only interested in her, especially as we were just starting out. I told her I knew how she wanted to experience another woman, but understood her feelings. Eventually we agreed that if Sarah was interested, she could join in one day with us, and how it went, but after our ‘trial week’ was over. Lucy also admitted that today had been better than she had ever imagined, and how she craved for more. I assured her ‘more’ was on its way.

We got home, and I told her to strip, shower, and stay naked. While she was showering – with the chastity belt on, so she couldn’t ‘help herself’ – I wrote a list of rules I wanted her to follow at all times. I had been thinking başakşehir escort about them all day. When she came down, I told her to sit at My feet, and gave her the list.

1) You will ONLY speak when spoken to, except in times when either of our safety is a concern.

2) You will refer to Me as Sir or Master at all times, unless I give permission otherwise.

3) You will be naked in the house at all times, unless I give you clothes to wear.

4) You will be fully shaved from the neck down, without exception.

5) Your entire body belongs to Me, and as such, I can do as I please with it, within the limits we have previously discussed.

I asked her if she had any comments. She told Me she would obey every rule, as written. With that, I kissed her deeply. I permitted her to suck My balls and cock. Lucy is the best damn cock-sucker I ever met. She is slow, soft and sensual. Not like a porn movie where it looks like a power drill breaking up concrete! When I had come, I put up the new ‘suspension cuffs’ as I call them. And hour later, I cuffed Lucy, suspended above the floor, arms and legs spread like an X, face down. I stepped back, and marvelled at the way her gorgeous body looked. I took the egg out of her pussy, and she immediately started begging Me to put it back. I told her to calm down, she wasn’t going to come at all tonight anyway.

I used the clamps on her nipples. Not too tight, but certainly tight enough to make her gasp, and hung an eight ounce weight from each. I deliberately left out the gag for two reasons. One, she may need her safe word tonight. If not, she never would. Two, I really wanted to hear her screams, begs and pleadings. I stood positioned with My hard cock under her face. She was too high to reach it. From there, I whipped her ass until My arm grew tired. Then I put the egg back in her pussy and spent a nice few hours playing with the controls, taking her right to the edge of an orgasm, then stopping about twenty or thirty times. küçükçekmece escort Damn the screams were nice every time I stopped. I felt like I could do this all night, but figured I still had all week to play with orgasm denials, and really wanted to see where here pain threshold really was.

I flicked her clit a few times, gently. Then I got harder and harder, until after about an hour I was spanking it hard. The tears down her face were dripping onto the floor. I made sure she still remembered her safe word. All she did was not frantically and begged Me not to stop! I got out the paddle and really beat her pussy with it. The screams were indescribable. I stopped and added another eight ounce weight to each nipple clamp. Then I had a really cool thought. I used another clamp on her clit. It looked fantastic all pink and swollen caught in the teeth of the clamp. She screamed again, especially when I added the four ounce weight. Again, I took a rest and played with the egg remote. I brought her to the edge another thirty odd times, and thought of how horny my poor baby must be.

It totally fascinated Me how much torture and denial she could take. I completely believed her now. When she told Me she loves to be tortured and teased, I had thought it was all bragging. I only had one test left for her. I distributed the remaining weights so that each nipple, and her clit, was supporting a pound and a half, all tugging downwards, picked up My whip and paddle, and alternately spanked and whipped her ass, again, until My arms wore out. After all that, I lay down on the bed. I looked at My clock, it was 0207! I had had Lucy tied up, and tortured her for over five hours! I looked over at her. She is so beautiful. I got up and took off the clamps. She screamed as the blood rushed back. I untied her and laid her on the bed. She hugged Me close and whispered ‘Thank you, Sir. I love you so much.’

I couldn’t believe it. She truly is the girl of My dreams. As we lay there, I stroked her pussy and kissed, licked and sucked her nipples. Lucy asked Me to text Sarah as soon as we wake up. I promised her I would. I got some ice, and put some on her nipples and pussy. Then I put her chastity belt back on, and we fell asleep in each others arms. Her last words before we fell asleep were ‘please don’t hold back next time Sir. Actually whip me!’ I couldn’t help but pray that Sarah would join us at least one time.

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Gwen to Sea

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“Would you like to talk about the pirates today, Gwen?”

My grin disappeared. I had told Dr. Annon that I did not want to talk about them today, tomorrow or ever for so long as the universe may turn.

“I think we’ll have to talk about them sometime,” he’d said, that little half smile playing on his sexy little lips. “You’ve been coming for two years.” I’d told him I disagreed vehemently enough to shove a coat rack up his ass next time he asked.

“Gwen?”

“Oh, sorry…for a moment I thought you said you wanted a coat rack up your ass.” The truth. ” You didn’t really say that, did you?”

Dr Annon got that thoughtful look and then looked deep into my eyes. “I said I think you should talk about that. I think that’s what’s doing it.”

He’d confused me there. “Doing it?”

“Your frigidity?”

I was furious. “I told you I’m not frigid, I just…”

“Can’t get close to anyone, can’t stand to perform oral sex, can’t masturbate to orgasm–“

“That doesn’t mean I’m frigid, I mean, I still like sex–“

“You have sex because it’s expected of you. That doesn’t count.” He gave me a little smile then, and my heart melted again. And then I realized that I still wouldn’t fuck him if I had a choice, and knew he was right. It wasn’t that I didn’t like sex, it was that I didn’t care about it. At all. “You are never ever passionate about sex, Gwen. You said so yourself.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to pour my heart out about some buried part of my past…” I realized that was a stupid thing to say to your psychiatrist. ” About that, I mean.”

“Who are you going to tell, if not me? Do you hope it will go away if you don’t look at it, like monsters in your bedroom?”

“Yes. That’s what I want. I hope it does.”

“But it’s not,” he told me, and gave me that heartrending caring look. “It’s shut down your sex life and your social life. What will be left when it’s done?”

I was getting desperate, I so did not want to talk about this now, or ever. But he was insistent and I couldn’t say no to him much longer. “I don’t—some things you just–“

“They raped you, didn’t they?”

I panicked. “You leave me alone!”

“Okay,” he said right then. He sat down in his big chair and looked at me.

I sat down on the couch and he just looked. So I looked back, and we looked and it became like a fight. I knew he had to look away or say something, I wouldn’t be the one to drop my eyes, so help me God, and my jaw dropped open and out it spilled.

Gwen was a virgin. She was old enough to be living a life with sex in mind but not in body, and too young not to be terrified that she wasn’t ‘normal’ because of it. Old enough to know pirates were real, but too young to really believe in them. On board the Bellemae, her parents had said, it will be fun and leisure and plenty of time to read and think, and grandma telling her (she never asked) that she must “come with us across the sea to Portugal for our fourth honeymoon and we’ll show you the new place…Have Jack take us over in the Bellemae.”

But Gwen had found it a nightmare. Her first day at sea she was sick over the side most of the time. On the second day a deckhand she had come to know as Jacques, a dark man with an accent of indistinct origin, produced a hand-rolled cigarette that smelled faintly of skunk. “Take this, little now, little later.”

“I don’t smoke,” she’d told him.

“Dat why you still sick,” he’d answered, and gone on to explain how they were in international waters and no-one else was sick because they were all stoned et cetera. She know it was a line of crap but by then she was bored to tears and it was something to do.

Now, on day 8, she was smoking pot with Jacques most of every day and she liked him a lot, but she could feel tension starting and knew their friendship was almost over, that when she said “I’m celibate” was when he said “I’m gone”.

“Hey woman,” he called, head sticking up from below decks. “We done!” He grinned. “Cmon my bunk.” She went after him without hesitation; he had a killer CD collection, and he was a dope fiend. He kept her amused with sleight of hand tricks and knew how to blow a tune on a comb and waxed paper. He was interesting, and after 8 days at sea, interesting is good.

She walked into his cabin and sat next to him on his bunk.

“It’s boring now, at sea,” he told her with an air of pathos. “always get boring now. 8, 9 day.”

Gwen nodded. “What do you do to keep from getting bored?”

“Well,” Jacques replied, eye widening, “we WRESTLE!” And with that he grasped her around the waist and dumped her on her head. She fought her way up, fists clenched.

“You die!” She screamed with laughter and threw herself at him. He caught her and skillfully pinned her beneath him on the bed. Gwen giggled as she caught her breath.

“We don’t always wrestle,” Jacques told her, and bent to kiss her.

“Hey, whoa, there’s something you gotta know…” She twisted her head to keep their lips karabük escort apart.

He pulled back a little, but kept her pinned. “What?”

“I’m celibate,” she replied knowing the type of response this usually elicited. However, instead of the normal distancing from the mating scene, as it were, Jacques pressed his body against hers. “What, are you a nun?”

“No.”

“You mean you don’t fuck? You sick dick doe, no?”

“‘Fraid not.”

“Hand job?”

“Nope”

“Facial?” He grinned.

Gwen didn’t believe him. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a facial?”

By way of response, Jacques dropped his pants and yanked her arms up to pin her wrists while a large, erect cock came into view. Gwen almost shrieked.

“Oh my God Jacques, what the fuck are you doing!” Gwen struggled to get free from beneath him, but she was pinned, his cock right in front of her face. Her eyes widened as he began to stroke it gently.

“Jacques, please stop,” she told him, but her voice was devoid of conviction. He continued, and despite her embarrassment and humiliation, she felt a slight frisson beneath her skirt; she became aware of the sensation of her underwear pressing against her vulva a quickening of the breath from more than the exertions of wrestling to get free.

“No girl,” he answered her. “You asked, now I show you.” His hand continued its slow stroke. “I show you…” He brought his penis close to her lips; she bit at him, snarling, more for show than out of a willingness to hurt him,. He tightened his hold upon her and drew deep breaths, and stroked himself with relish. Gwen knew she should scream but she couldn’t. Jacques’ long dick horrified and fascinated her; she found herself squeezing her thighs together a hard as she could while the man atop her—and he was a man, oh yes, no child he—began to make sounds that she had never heard before, but which made her pussy hotter and wetter than she had ever known.

She felt the tension in his legs first, and then the break in the rhythm of breathing, and then Jacques began to swell to a girth that frightened her…he pointed it at her, and she saw its eye, a drop of white weeping from it, and then Jacques grunted and the warm torrent hit her, it was come, his come, and it was on her cheek, and then it was on her lips too, and then on her chin, and she felt used, she was used, and made low, less than dirt—and she licked his spend from her lips.

That sent her over; she clenched her teeth and held her breath and noiselessly, motionlessly succumbed to her very first orgasm. She felt tingles through her whole body and a divine clenching deep inside her; she felt wetness running down her legs and she felt burning shame—and somehow, that made it even better.

She was astounded at his ferocity as he hurled himself off her. “You like dat, don’t you?” She only looked involuntarily at his crotch. “Well ged on out heah, you had enough.”

Hurt and humiliated, she ran back to her bunk and sobbed and dreamed.

“Did you see Jacques on board afterward?”

I felt weak, and the room sort of spun. “Ya..I did see him. You have to see each other, you’re on board a ship.”

“Was he ashamed at what he’d done?”

I had to smile at that. “Well, you’d think I would have gone away, every time I saw him, you know? But I didn’t. I hung around him closer than ever. It started really creeping him out, and he started staying away from me. So yes, I’d say he was ashamed.”

“Did you ever have sex with him?”

“No. I was cherry.” I felt like I was about to cry.

“What happened after he ejaculated onto your face?”

“I told you, I saw him around–“

“No, I mean right after. Did he let you right up?”

I thought. This was the worst time in my life, but it had like a nostalgia all the same. “No. He wiped his prick on my cheek first.”

“What did you do when he let you up?”

“I went back to my cabin on the other side of the ship.”

“What did you do there?”

And I can’t stop it, I can’t keep it a secret for another second. “I TOUCHED MYSELF.” And I’m crying before I even know it. “I touched myself and I liked it..I didn’t have the guts to go all the way but I still had my first orgasm on the Bellemae.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I felt soiled…because it’s been so long I’d forgotten.”

“You touched yourself. Why?” And I know I can’t answer his question. I ‘d take the worst possibly way out of it if I had to. So I did. I kept talking.

The tenth day brought more sun and no wind. The Bellemae, now very low on fuel, lay becalmed for want of wind. Squalls on the horizon promised wind but none came. Jacques and Gwen circled each other on the deck to maintain the greatest possible distance between them. Rumors began to circulate that it was a lover’s quarrel, that she was yet another of Jacques’ long line of conquests. Hours ground by with nothing to do; she played chess with the captain but osmaniye escort didn’t understand the way the pieces moved and so he let her win. Around three in the afternoon—she wasn’t sure how many time zones they’d crossed—the watchman’s call rang out across the deck: “Ship to starboard, she’s hailed us!” The captain, a stoic man who seemed to have no personality whatsoever, stood up and looked out a porthole, scanning the waterline, and then stopped. He whistled. “And?”

“They say they’re out of water and six days out, they ask if we’ve any to spare.”

The captain considered this carefully. Gwen realized he didn’t have much to weigh; if he didn’t give those people water, they’d probably die. There was nothing around them but water for days.

As if he’d heard her speaking in his head, he nodded. “Tell them they can come aside us.”

“Why did you take so long to answer?” Gwen demanded of him when the watchman had left. “You can’t let those people die. What were you thainking about?”

“I was thinking,” he returned, “that we do not have a great deal of water to spare. Enough to give a vessel that size only 2 days more, if she’s fully crewed. I was thinking that I have no weapons if they decide to take all of it by force, and leave us thirsty. Or if they didn’t need water at all.”

“You mean like pirates?” she asked, a flutter of excitement within her.

“Exactly like pirates,” he replied. “Now, I see you getting the romantic picture of pirates in your head, but they’re real, and they’re very very bad. They will steal everything you have, but they will kill you first. And they might have…uses for you before they do you in, because you can’t tell on them when you’re dead, and you can’t stop them until you are.” His somewhat vacant gaze fell upon her. “I hope you never meet any, and trying to make sure you don’t is the reason I took so long.”

Gwen felt a small amount of fear and a large amount of excitement. For the first time that day, she stopped thinking about Jacques’ cock exploding onto her, and the salty taste of him on her lips, as he held her, held her so tight she couldn’t move– “How can they survive out at sea? how can they do those things?”

“Those have the same answer: They are evil men who steal whatever they need from everybody they meet. Not even all men—the worst of the pirates have been women. They often became captains themselves, you know; captains of pirate ships.”

Now Gwen was excited, and a little aroused, as well. “You mean I could be a pirate captain?”

The captain’s expression hardened. “If you were lucky, you would be shot down as soon as you tried. If you were unlucky, you would be passed around like a whore and then chucked overboard.” He glared at her. “So put your notions aside. Pirates are veil, and wrong–“

“Pirates to starboard!” The watchman’s message was a scream this time. The captain looked out the porthole again, and what little animation his face possessed drained away.

“Oh fuck me, please God no..”

He ran from the cabin onto the deck and immediately staggered backward. Gwen felt a wet mist on her face and arms and the captain fell back with a two-centimeter hole right in the center of his forehead.

“Well, I freaked,” I said, and ran down. I couldn’t go on. The pictures were all there, the pictures I’d run from, took drugs to get away from, but I couldn’t say it, I needed to say it but I couldn’t.

“That’s understandable,” Dr Annon said and he was so sympathetic he made me want to cuddle him. “You’d just seen a friend killed right in front of you. That’s quite a trauma.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call him a friend, he was just the captain. But I got his blood all over me. I was trying to wipe it off, with the blanket from his bunk, and that’s what I was doing when I heard a shot and my mom screaming and I just, I went to pieces, I just ran out that door and tripped over my feet. I hit the floor and heard bullets whirring—no shit, they actually whirred—and then I heard gunshots. Is that weird?”

He nodded and motioned me to continue. He was so hot..

“I got up, and looked around the deck, and I saw two men throw my father over the rail. They way he flapped around, I knew he was dead.” My whole body ached from the memory; I hadn’t really thought much about him…oh God, goodbye, daddy—and I was bawling. Dr Annon gave me a tissue and I blew my nose.

“Where was your mother?”

“S…she…was in a a group off to the side, three or four of them were standing around Mom and one of them was pointing a gun at her. She was on her knees, and she was bowing to him…over and over. Another one had an hourglass. As I watched, the sand ran out in the hourglass, and the gun went off. She fell, and then I could see the pirate’s dick and I realized she’d been sucking his dick, racing the clock and she lost.”

I couldn’t see because of the tears, and Dr Annon was sitting beside me, and his arm was around me. “Tell marmaris escort me what happened,” he said in that soft soft voice. I melted again.

“Well…I was on the deck and one of the guys with the guns, that almost just shot me—he grabbed me and walked to the rail with me right under his arm, and I started to panic, I thought he was going to throw me overboard like he had my daddy, like the captain had talked about when we played chess that day. But when we got to the rail, I realized there was another ship alongside us, and he threw me onto the other boat and another guy caught me, he…” I stop, and just breathe for a few seconds.

“What happened?”

“He manacled me, looped the chain over a way-high hook on the mast, and I looked way up and saw their colors, if you can call them that, a white noose on a field of black. And while I was looking up there someone came right in and grabbed my tits, and I couldn’t put my arms down ’cause they were chained over my head, but I tried anyway, like I had to. And those manacles hurt my wrists a lot and so I had to relax again, and as soon as I did they got grabbed again. I tried to kick but those damn iron bracelets tore at me, and then the pirates picked me up and their fingers were everywhere, God just everywhere.” I rolled my eyes in pleasure of the memory. “Not too much, you know, just enough, kinda fucking me with their fingers, you know?” He nodded and I saw him gulp, but he stayed close. Oh doctor, if only I wanted to fuck…

“You enjoyed it?”

“I screamed and bit and twisted and thrashed like crazy. And I loved it. It was like being tickled all over with my own clit.”

Gwen shook the chains that bound her to the hook in the mast, and cried out again, knowing that all hope of salvation or succor was likely dead but needing to call for someone. The pirates laughed and mocked her. She saw through widening eyes that some of them had exposed their dicks and were stroking them. She remembered Jacques with a quick twinge of excitement somewhere just north of her pussy, followed by a heartsick sob as she realized he was dead along with the rest of Bellemae’s crew. The pirates’ hands became repulsive to her and her screams and thrashing redoubled.

“Hold, men,” came a voice with authority. The pirates set her down and parted like grass before the wind.

The man now looking at her was obviously the captain, by his presence. His face was shadowed by the light of the cabin behind him, but Gwen could see he wore a long brown coat and a large foppish hat with a plume. As he approached, she could see his face, a little at a time: first cheekbones, and a scar along the right one; then his nose, not long but too aquiline to be called pretty; then his chin and jaw, aristocratically chiseled. His eyes were too slitted for her to see their color. The overall impression of his face, clothing, and manner was of a rake: handsome in an unconventional way, a lover of women but too merciless to ever truly love anyone, and prone to expensive habits. He strode up to her and grasped her chin, pulling her head so she had no choice but to face him.

“Who are you?”

“Gwen Phillips,” she replied. She shook the chains that looped around the hook in the mast and cut her wrists again. “Let me down,” she told him.

The captain moved very close to her and his slap was sudden and stung the side of her face. The pirates gathered around her ‘oohed’ and laughed viciously. “I asked you your name, not your desires,” he told her softly. “What are you prepared to do to get down from there, Gwen Phillips?”

She only stared at him.

He pressed himself against her and she felt him between her legs and rubbing against her. Gwen kicked at him, felt a knee connect almost solidly between his legs, but he did not fall; the crew hushed immediately and the heard whispers in the silence before the captain roared: “The wench plays with her feet!” and the heel of one leather moccasin slammed into her cheekbone. Her eye immediately watered and the side of her face felt heavy and hot. She sagged against the chains and two pairs of hands grasped her ankles, pulled them behind her, to each side of the mast. Her weight was completely supported by her wrists in the cutting manacles and the pirates holding her legs . He pressed against her again and, with her legs pulled behind her as they were, she couldn’t avoid his hand rubbing her, terrifying her yet at the same time sending darts of pleasure throughout her body.

“You’re pretty enough,” he told her, then he ran a hand down her front. “You feel passing good to the casual observer, let’s say—” and his hand came up between her thighs and her gasp sounded a little too much like a pleasure-moan. The pirate captain gave her a suggestive leer and began to disrobe her, one piece of clothing at a time; each piece of clothing he dramatically threw over the rail and out to sea. The message was plain: You will not need clothing for what you will be doing, and once you can’t please one of us, over the rail you will go too. Gwen struggled, but the pirates holding her legs pulled backward until she felt split apart by the force against her pelvis and her strength waned. The captain continued disrobing her, this time using a cruel-looking blade to assist him. Gwen’s skin tried to crawl away from the knife and the captain nicked her with it.

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He is My Friend

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We were in the car, his profile lit from beside him by the setting sun, which had lent him the appearance of an angel.

He is my friend. He is Dominant.

His voice awakened me from deep slumber, the warmth, timbre and persuasive tone inspired me to move gracefully from my perch, stepping lightly into the three inch heels he preferred, donned my long white heavy satin robe that slid against my skin, so cool, yet quickly warmed by my flesh, and I stepped down into the thickly carpeted pine scented room. So masculine here, so wooden and brass, simply a self made man.

My heels clicked across the hardwood floors until the end of the hall beckoned my eye. The normally locked room at the end of the hall yawned open. My eyes saw how that room, crimson walls, richly covered with gold and red silk brocade wall covering, black tools, back lit on glass shelves and black shiny hooks.

The chains hung ominously like gothic clouds over various tables, chairs, and planks of wood. His hand touched my shoulder lightly and I descended to my knees.

He was behind batman escort me and slid the heavy silk from my shoulders, bare, I shivered from the coolness in the room. My nipples hardened quickly and he captured them smartly and I rose to follow his tugging. My heels made clickety clack click click clicks to keep up with his insistent fingers. He enjoyed when I teetered on my heels and he smiled. He’d never let me fall.

“Come here, Elizabeth.”

I was upright, with a flexible cross at my back, my arms and legs soon fastened, my neck and waist restrained to the permanently attached collar and cuffs. There was a brief moment of fear as I felt the entire contraption move position.

“It is designed to make you feel vulnerable. Go with it.”

He smiled and controlled the pull of the gravity on my body. He positioned me like a long naked dinner table and my lust was on the menu. He began the questions. I got one right, his mouth breathed passion into my soul, dripping his energy into me, one milliliter yalova escort at a time. I got a question wrong, the flogger tasted my flesh. My passion and lust rose with the difficulty of the questions, further beckoning me into the abyss that I longed to dive into.

Every neuron tuned into what I was permitted to finally ask of him.

He allowed me what I wish, provided I hid no sensation from him. I was to keep my eyes open and look into his while my wish was carried out.

He began with the suede flogger, he softly caressed me, waking me again, trailing the tails over my skin. THWACK THWACK! and amazement washed through me. My eyes were on his, open, barring as little as possible from him. THWACK THWACK THWACK! I flinched as those were harder, and I closed my eyes. His hand in my hair, mouth inches from mine,

“Elizabeth, open your eyes. Keep nothing from me.”

His voice menaced my conscious brain and I apologized. He raised his arm again, 5 more in succession and my eyes opened, the pleasure intensified, the ordu escort pain merely the vehicle.

“OH God! I feel it.. I feel you!”

Then there were 12 More.

“Oh please god yes! yes YES!”

I grunted and growled with the further delights painted across my body. He positioned me upside down, side ways, cross ways, finally again my body stinging red from the gradually heavy floggers he employed, my body was sunburned-like, I felt the heat radiating from me, the fine beads of sweat on both of us.

He positioned me thus and spread the legs wider. I was then tilted upwards. My breasts, heavy and full and so dear god, tender, over flow his hands. His mouth tasted each nipple and bit it in turn. The hard sucking and tight pinch of sensation inspired my pussy to weep with need. His fingers slid into me and his mouth again taste me.. this time between my breasts, I felt him breathe into me. Almost as if his energy is palpably being poured into me. A tangible thing I feel penetrating me. His cock was inside me, before I realized it, he was moving inside me, taking my desire by the reins, teaching my horses to gallop. He had taken me for one night, because I asked him to.

He had taken me into his dungeon because he is skilled and trustworthy.

He carried me to the guest bedroom and sponge-rinsed me off and put me to bed because he is my friend.

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Gothic Trick or Treaters Ch. 01

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Summary- Two 18 year old Goth girls, decide to go Trick or Treating after the Halloween Party and call upon their former history teacher, to fulfil there school girl fantasies. Story includes girl on girl and light S&M/Spanking.

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David lay in bed, reading, as always, before going to sleep. It was funny, but unless he read, even for a little while, he could never get off to sleep. Of course, he avoided anything too stimulating or heavy, just something interesting or, occasionally when the mood took him, the odd erotic story. Although now, he didn’t do that quite so much in his thirties, but hey you couldn’t beat a good wank to relieve stress and release the tension in your muscles. Mind, he’d prefer something better. He’d been single for far too long, getting on for five years now. Yes there’d been flings, but nothing permanent, and he was far too shy and awkward to make the flings a regular event. His frustrations were often made worse because of the very oblivious flirting and teasing from his older teen pupils at the school where he had taught for 5 years. This flirting and teasing, and his efforts to ignore it were accompanied by the taunts and rumours that he was in fact gay, mainly from the teen boys, but rarely from the girls. Not that he was bothered about that, what bothered him was the way, if he let himself, his mind would dwell on some of the sluttier of the girls. Even in class, occasionally, he could feel the one eyed monster rousing itself. Fortunately, he had always managed to control this, and the one eyed monster had yet to cause him any undue embarrassment.

Mind, there were moments, especially two years ago, when two girls inparticular pushed the limits as far as he could go, but they had left at the end of tha academic year much to his relief. But he’d not forgotten them, even now; the thought of them was enough to make the beast rise up. He resisted the temptation, and forced his mind back too book he was reading, which was one of a series, a fantasy, but one that didn’t take itself too seriously, and was quite funny in many places, this would be the 14th or 15th he’d read. He glanced at the clock again, hmmm 10:36, he’d allow himself to read until he couldn’t keep his eyes open, tomorrow was Saturday, so no school, no need to be bright eyes and bushy tailed.

There was a time when on Halloween’s night, he’d have been in a club, dressed as a vampire or something. Mind in his Goth days it would have been hard to tell the difference between normal everyday ware, and fancy dress. This thought made him smile to himself, as he thought about his pupils and their reaction if they knew about his Goth days. He still dressed in black and his house, which was Victorian, still retained a gothic flavour, although he’d grown out off painting his room black. With a smile at the memory of his younger self, he returned to his book and let himself slide back into it.

Suddenly the door bell rang; David looked over at the clock, 11:10, “FUCK” he cursed! Who was that at this time of night, it was too late for trick or treaters, sod it, he wasn’t going down to answer it. The bell rang again, he ignored it, and again, he ignored it. However after the sixth or seventh time, he cursed, and threw back the covers and stood naked; stomping over to where his dressing gown lay, he picked it up and moving out of his bedroom he slung it on, pulling it around his body, he tugged and then knotted the belt. This had better be important, or he really would have some politically incorrect language to use when he opened that door too whoever they were. He turned the upper hall light on and stamped loudly down the stairs, as the bell range for the eighth time. As he neared the bottom of the stairs, and was close to the door, he could hear voices, and the sound of giggling, someone was telling someone else to stop giggling, hmmm female, which mellowed is temper, but only a bit.

As he passed, he turned both the hall light on and the outside porch light on. He reached the door; he could see two vaguely female forms through the frosted and etched front door.

He opened the door and was greeted by duet of “Trick or Treat Mr Lake” follow by giggles, giggles that hinted at a little too much drink. Any thought of expressing his anger were swept away by the vision that greeted his eyes. Standing under the porch light, giggling and leaning against each other for support were two girls, one dressed in a sort of school uniform, the other, yes, the gown and pasteboard hat, as the classic school teacher, gown and pasteboard hat. Both girls were oddly familiar, but for moment, couldn’t place them.

“Hello Mr Lake, we were passing and saw your light on” said one.

“We’ve been too a party, and I need a pee” announced the other.

“Well emmm I….” was all he could manage, as they both staggered forward.

“Where’s your bathroom Mr Lake?”

That voice, he knew that voice, “It’s up the stairs, turn left, straight in fethiye escort front of you” he answered, still trying to catch up with the situation, he had two young women, correction two very sexy young women, clearly very tipsy, staggering towards his stairs.

Clinging to each another, they began to ascend the stairs, one step at a time, allowing David the time to examine them closely. One, he noticed, dressed as teacher, was clutching a bamboo cane in one hand, and was wearing a very long gown, black and shiny; all he could make out was some very high heeled boots. The other, oh my, was in a very short skirt, pleated and flared. He could see that her hair was in pigtails. His eyes moved down, ooohh, fishnet stockings and white ankle sock (where had he see them before?) these where finished off by, very high heeled, white shoes.

At the top of the stairs they swayed, “which way was it” they chorused together. For brief second David thought they were going to sway backwards and topple back down the stairs.

“Left and straight ahead” he replied.

“That’s it, left straight ahead” and they disappeared from view, allowing David time to ponder; who were they…surely not; if they were, well he’d let them use the toilet, and see them out. However, his slowly hardening cock, clearly had other ideas, and he fought to suppress his rising desire.

He stood and waited, he could hear sounds of talking and giggling, images of what they might be doing flirted across his mind. “Stop it” he told himself, and moved on to ponder why women and girls, no matter when and where, took so long in the bath room, no better not think about it, that was moving in the same direction. Better get them out quick.

At last, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing and the door opening, followed by the sound of whispering and more giggles. Finally they came into view, but this time they were managing to walk unaided. His growing suspicion was correct; it was Julie and Jenny, the two girls that had caused him so much grief the before year, not to mention countless sleepless nights and hours of fantasies. Between the pair of them they had almost driven him insane with lust and guilt. They walked slowly down the stairs, David eyes were draw to Jenny, and in particular Jenny’s white blouse, which was tied in a knot, and unbuttoned, and several sizes too small, not to mention thin. She was clearly not wearing a bra, and her nipples, showed clearly through it. David could feel his cock begin to stiffen again and is determination to soften.

“Hmmm thank you Mr Lake, I was dying to go” said Jenny; forcing David to tear is eyes away from her nipples, dark and purple and very pointy.

“That’s Ok, ummm would you like a taxi, I can call one, and you shouldn’t be out on the streets like this at this time of night” he told her.

“Would you, thanks Mr Lake” replied Jenny, leaping from the last step and throwing herself at David and wrapping her arms around him. She smelt of perfume and some sort of drink, and his arms went around her automatically to support her. She kissed him on the cheek and pressed herself against him for a few seconds, pushing against his hard cock.

“Yes, thank you Mr Lake” added Julie, now by Jenny’s side, and she too reached up to kiss David, her gown briefly falling open. This made David look twice; she was wearing some sort of black lacy Basques, and not much else that he could see. He looked up into her eyes and there was a smile and a very knowing look in her eyes.

He pulled himself away, “right hummm, a taxi, I’ll just ring you one, shouldn’t be too long” he walked though into the lounge, and both girls followed him. As he turned on the light, both girls exclaimed in wonder.

“Wow Mr Lake, what a cool room, I always said you were a Goth, this is amazing” said Julie.

“Well thanks, um I not as much as I was once, but still like the gothic look, emmm..” he was now blushing, realising that what he’d just said could be interpreted in a different light.

“Wow look at the dragons, there’s hundreds of them” shouted Jenny, and both girls rushed over to admire David’s collection of dragons. David followed, and said “just a moment, I’ll turn the display lights on”.

He pushed gently past Jenny and bent down, just as he did, she shifted her position so that he had to brush past her legs, he could smell her perfume and something else…no, he put it from his mind. He turned on the light, and was rewarded by more gasps of wonder and praise. He straightened and watched the two girls admiring his collection of dragons.

“There’s so many, God where did you find them?”

“Well, I’ve been collecting them since I was about 12, and people still buy them for me” he replied.

“I bet you didn’t buy these when you were 12, Mr Lake” said Jenny indicated the group of more erotic dragons and maids, maids in various states of undress, and far from being maids is distress. Again David alanya escort blushed.

“Can I pick one up, please, pretty please, I be ever, ever so careful Mr Lake” pleaded Jenny?

“Yes ok, but be careful they’re fragile” and almost straight away he regretted giving his permission, as he saw Jenny pick the most erotic of the them, one his last girlfriend had bought him. Jenny picked it up and was now holding it up.

“Hmmmmm, I like this one” she said.

The maid figure was naked with the dragon around her, but with its tail between her legs, clearly fucking her with its tip.

Julie, who had remained silent to this point, said “hmmm that’s a bit naughty Mr Lake, did your mother buy that when you were 12.”

“No urrr that one was my last girlfriend, a few years ago…urrrr…anyway I ought to phone this taxi” he said, trying to avoid the gazes of both the girls were giving him; wanton was the word that sprang too mind.

As he reached the phone Jenny pleaded “please, can we look at them a bit longer, we be good, promise”. He hesitated.

“No Jenny; she’s so impulsive sorry, but can I have a drink Mr Lake, and then we’ll be off” intervened Julie, who appeared to have become sober and serious all of a sudden.

“Yes of course, urrr yes I just go get it, ummm what would like, a glass of water?”

“Whisky” jumped in Jenny.

Julie, turned and slapped Jenny on the side of her leg “don’t be cheeky young lady, or I have to punish you again” and then turned to David “can I have a coffee Mr Lake, and Jenny will have some squash” the slipping into role play.

He retreated to the refuge of the kitchen, he allowed himself time to cool down, while he prepared the drinks. Right get a grip of yourself, yes there both 18, or near enough, but they were his pupils two years ago. If this got out, things could become uncomfortable. He fixed himself a coffee too, and placed both steaming cups and the glass of squash on a try, braced himself and then returned to the living room, and his guests.

When he entered the room, he saw that both girls were seated, Jenny on the sofa, and Julie in one of the arm chairs. David moved to the coffee table, and bent down and placed the tray on the table. He was opposite Jenny, and when he looked up, he could clearly see between her open knees. Christ, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, he could clearly see her pussy, and a hairless pussy at that. This was way beyond anything his imagination had ever conjured up. He felt is cock rising, he tried shifting a little, but his dressing gown was far too thin to hide is now fully erect cock.

Jenny giggled and asked “what wrongs Mr Lake” looking very pointedly at his crouch, “you look uncomfortable.”

David tried to hide his embarrassment and erection by stooping back over the tray, “this is yours Julie, and there’s your squash Jenny.”

Picking his own coffee up, he retreated towards the other arm chair.

Behind him both Jenny and Julie said “Thank you Mr Lake.”

He sat down, “Its ok, you really don’t need to keep calling me Mr Lake, David is my first name.”

“That’s very kind of you Mr Lake, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for a pupil to be so informal” replied Julie coolly. Julie’s gown had fallen open, and he could now see more clearly how she was dressed, if dressed was the right word. She was wearing a black satin corset, with lace trimmings and lace bra cups, although these barely contained her ample bosom. He couldn’t quite make it out, but he was sure that her nipples were almost peeking over the top. He could not make out her panties, but she was wearing black shear stockings and knee length black boots, with heels. One hand held her coffee, while the other still gripped the cane, David gaze stayed on the cane for a second. Then he noticed for the first time the satchel type hand bag. Girls always seemed to need to carry so many essentials.

David became aware the Julie was talking again, but he had not heard a word she had said. He just caught the end.

“Don’t you agree Mr Lake?”

“Sorry, emm eeerrr, sorry eeerrrr could you repeat the question” he asked Julie.

He heard Jenny giggle.

“I was saying, that rebellious young ladies like little Jenny here, have to be taken under a firm hand.” She cracked the cane against her leg.

“Well errr yes…ummm so you been to a party” he answered trying to change the subject.

“Oh yes, it’s so cool, down at the Colosseum, every body was dressed up” replied Jenny, playing the excited school girl role. David looked at Jenny, her knees opened wider, spreading her thighs more, which draw the hem of her skirt back.

“Jenny, I’ve warned you about interrupting adults, once more and I will be forced to punish you” warned Julie and then she turned to David. “Yes we went to the Halloween Party at the Colosseum, it was ok, but far too many little boys, and not enough older men, like you Mr Lake, manavgat escort it’s a pity you weren’t there.”

“Well I use to go, but I’m getting a bit over the hill for dressing up as a vampire or Zombie…”

“Your not old, your such a hunk” jumped in Jenny.

“One more time young lady” said Julie crossly.

Jenny sunk back into the sofa, a look of reproach on her face, her bottom lip curled up over top lip.

“But she is right Mr Lake, you’re not old, you should be out enjoying yourself on a Friday night.”

“Noooo, I stopped going to places like the Colosseum, ohhh years ago, I not been there since before I met my last girlfriend.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” asked both Jenny and Julie at the same time.

“Well…ummm no, not for a while…”

“Arrrhhhh poor Mr Lake, can I be your girl friend, Mr Lake” asked Jenny excitedly. Jenny’s knees were now wide apart, her thighs spread open, her skirt around her waist, her naked and bare pussy exposed, lips, slightly apart and glistening. David’s mouth went dry; he could not pull his eyes away.

Just then Julie interrupted “She is such a dirty tease” Julie announced, “I think you should punish her” she suggested.

“Well I…uuurrr…I can’t do that”, bringing himself back to reality and tearing his eyes away from Jenny.

“Well if you won’t, I think I will” Julie stood up, flexing the cane she had in both her hands and then bringing it down and whacking it against her boot, “you’re a bad girl, Jenny, exposing yourself to Mr Lake, and teasing him like that. I’m going to have to punish you, it’s for you own good. Now assume the position.”

To his utter amazement, Jenny stood, turned around so her back was to David and then bent forward, placing her hand on the sofa cushions, and causing her skirt to rise up and expose her naked arse and her cunt.

Part of his mind was screaming at him that this should stop, yet this was a dream come true, and after all, they had left school, so they weren’t his pupils anymore, and they were 18, yet his doubt lingered.

“Tell Mr Lake what you are” commanded Julie.

“I’m a schoolgurl whore….ouuuuwww” Jenny cried out as Julie’s cane whisked down across her bare arse and hitting her pale white flesh with a crack.

“Yes you are, a dirty little schoolgurl whore, and what do dirty school gurls whore need?”

“Mr Lake’s big cock, please Miss, I can’t help it, I need him so bad.”

“You wicked, wicked girl” and brought the cane down with a load crack, making Jenny squeal. Red strips were beginning to form on Jenny’s pale white skin of her arse cheeks. Again the cane cracked across Jenny’s arse cheeks, and again.

“Ohhh Miss, please I is sorry, I promise to not to tease Mr Lake anymore…ocuhhh..”

“Naughty girls like you deserve to be punished, it’s for your own good, now stand up” ordered Julie.

Jenny obeyed, and turned to face David, looking very sad, and downcast, yet, holding her skirt around her waist.

“Now, I think you should beg Mr Lake for forgiveness, don’t you, on your knees slut.” Julie reinforced her command with another crack of the cane, causing Jenny to jump forward, before sinking to her knees.

Jenny crawled towards David on hands and knees, shuffling forward, until she reached him. David was still too stunned by what was happening in is own living room to speak, his eyes fixed on Jenny’s, they gazes locked together. He felt her hand move up his bare leg and move under his dressing gown, between his knees. Her hand was cool; it snaked its way up is leg and then touched his hard cock. He tensed, raising his body up, causing his dress gown to come open.

“OOoooooohhhh Mr Lake, you’re sooo, sooo, hard and so sooooo biiiiigggg” cooed Jenny as she took a firm grip of his cock, her small had barely able to hold it.

“Look Miss, look at how big and hard Mr Lake is.”

“Yes Jenny, he is pleased to see you, now show Mr Lake how sorry you are.”

With this comment, Jenny lent forward and kissed his bell end…he let out a low groan. Her tongue snaked out and licked it, sliding around it and then up and down, before opening her mouth and placing her lips on his cock head. She stretched her lips wide, and then enclosed his bell end.

“Ohhhh god…” exclaimed David.

Her tongue was sliding all over the end of his cock, sensitive, because it had been a least two or three weeks since he had wanked. Jenny was lowering her head down, inch by inch, and the she began to bob her head up and down his cock. A movement caught is his attention.

Julie had slid out of her gown, and was getting something out of the satchel, and she turned so that he could not see what it was. Julie was strapping something on, he could not quite see, but when she turned around it was a strap-on dildo, quite a big strap-on dildo.

Oh god, was she going to fuck Jenny?

Oh yes he thought. She stood behind Jenny, and looked David in the eye, she thrust her hips back and forth in a very vulgar and suggestive way and then lowered herself down onto her knees. Jenny was still bobbing up and down on his cock, slowly; as if she knew that he wasn’t far off popping his load. She was alternating between fast and slow, building him up and then letting him come down from the edge a bit, she was clearly very adapt at this.

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It had been three months since Hannah had first knocked on Tom’s door and inadvertently discovered his visit to the mistress. She had known immediately that this was too good an opportunity to miss. He was a fantastic guy, successful and popular, and despite her own good looks, she knew that she lacked the confidence to ever win his attention. Here she had both the chance to exploit a fetish that he hadn’t shared with anyone else, and the chance to indulge in games that interested her more than she had ever realised.

They were now living together and while he provided most of the money, the friends and activities, she most definitely controlled him. Her dominance resulted in a sexual attraction that neither of them had experienced before, and that often made it hard for either of them to focus on anything else.

Tom and Hannah left their flat and took the lift down to the underground parking. This was going to be their first weekend away together. Hannah had insisted on organising the trip and had been very secretive about their destination.

“Which car shall we take?” Tom asked.

“My old one,” she replied quickly.

Tom raised his eyebrows and smiled, he knew exactly what that meant. He looked at Hannah, who was wearing his favourite yellow dress that just seemed to hug her body so perfectly. He felt himself becoming aroused, at least as much as was ever possible inside the padlocked chastity cage.

“You did bring the key for this?” Tom tapped his crotch.

“Maybe.”

Tom gave her a friendly slap on her butt that made her giggle, then turn around and playfully stick her tongue out at him. As she walked, she turned around again to take another sneak peek at his chest and abs inside his tight t-shirt.

Hannah unlocked her car and lifted up the driver’s seat and waited while Tom climbed in and lay down on the floor. She lowered the seat and looked down at Tom’s face which now formed the middle of the seat; the part where she would be sitting.

“Do you like sitting on me?”

Hannah was always a little embarrassed when he was this blunt, even though she knew he only did it to tease her.

“Probably as much as you like being sat on,” she replied after a slight pause.

In that case she did like sitting on him.

“Is it far?” he asked.

“You’ll find out.”

She swung her hips inside the car, pulled up her dress and lowered herself down. She positioned herself so that she was directly on top of her mouth, with his nose up against her panties, or at least where her panties would have been if she had been wearing any.

An hour later, Tom felt the car turn and the road become rough. The car bounced in and out of potholes and he heard branches rub against the sides. It was now just about possible for him to talk as Hannah had finally moved herself back so that Tom’s mouth was free. This had been mainly for her benefit and she had enjoyed what he had been able to do with his freed tongue.

“Where are we going?” he asked, inadvertently tickling her clit.

Without stopping the car, Hannah pulled up her dress and looked at his red face, framed between her thighs.

“It’s a secret.”

Hannah closed her legs so that her thighs were touching as the car went up a steep incline and bounced over a tree root.

“What was that?” came a muffled voice from beneath her thighs.

Hannah held the wheel tightly and steadied the car. With the car back under control she moved forward again in her seat so that her butt again sealed his mouth.

“Anything else to say?” Hannah asked.

The car finally stopped and Hannah climbed out. Tom tried in vain to reach the lever to lift up the driver’s seat. But Hannah was too busy looking at the house she’d rented. It was an old two story stone building, just back from a small deserted bay and miles from any sort of civilisation.

“Hannah?”

“Wow, it’s beautiful…”

“Hannah, please.”

The sun was reflecting off the calm water and the cliffs rising up either side of the bay. Hannah put on her sunglasses and with her hands on her hips, surveyed the view. She knew Tom was desperately struggling to get out and the very thought turned her on. How much longer could she legitimately wait before releasing him?

After an almost cruelly long length of time, she finally reached in with one hand and quickly flicked the lever to free him.

By the time Tom had climbed out, Hannah was at the old house, unlocking the heavy wooden door with an oversized key. It opened with a creak to reveal grand rooms with high ceilings.

Hannah ran in excitedly, looking in each room in turn. She then opened a small door off the hallway and walked down a steep flight of steps. Tom followed the excited brunette down the steps and into the cellar.

When he arrived, Hannah was standing at one end of the empty space inside what once had been the wine cellar. It was a space six foot square, enclosed on three sides and the ceiling by brick and on the fourth side by old iron bars. The middle third of the bars comprised a door that opened zonguldak escort outwards. There was a heavy grill about six feet from the cellar floor that looked out at ground level on to the lawn at the front of the house.

“This is why I chose the house,” she smiled excitedly.

Hannah was already standing inside what was would make perfect prison cell. She walked over and pushed the door shut.

“It’s perfect, I assume you have a padlock.” Tom said from outside of the cell.

“It’s not for me!” Hannah exclaimed.

“Oh, I don’t know, you look cute in there.”

Hannah pushed the door open and walked out. This was one of Hannah’s ultimate fantasies, to lock Tom in a dungeon, behind heavy iron bars. The intensity of the situation was actually making her nervous. It reminded her of when they first met and how she had felt the first time she’d handcuffed him. She had locked him in handcuffs hundreds of times since then, but the atmosphere in that dusty old cellar brought back the same emotions.

“You will be my dungeon slave,” her very words make her shake with excitement.

Tom kissed her and squeezed her butt with both hands. As they kissed, she pushed him further towards the open door. When she stopped, Tom was inside the cell. She stepped back and swung the barred door closed, a little too quickly and it made a loud clang. Tom reached through the bars and kissed her again.

“Aren’t you going to lock me in?” Tom asked.

“Yes.” Hannah immediately searched through her handbag.

“Quickly, or I’ll escape.”

Hannah was starting to get cross with herself, where had she put it.

“Too late,” Tom started to push the door.”

“No!” Hannah cried as she put one leg against the bars to hold it in place.

Tom pushed a little harder, pushing Hannah slightly off balance. She then used her butt to increase the force and the door clanged shut for the second time. Tom took the opportunity to kiss her, even though he knew such an indulgence would inevitably lead to his imminent captivity.

A few second later Hannah had found the padlock and used it to lock the barred door. She stepped back.

“Wow!” she cried.

Tom rattled the bars for effect as he watched her face closely. The amazement in her eyes stayed, as her mouth slowly turned into a smile. She swallowed and rubbed the palms of her hands over her hips.

“Come here,” Tom breathed as he reached through the bars.

Hannah obeyed and walked closer so that they could kiss.

“I don’t usually do this, but today you just look too sexy,” Tom panted.

He took the key from her hand and unlocked the padlock. He swung open the heavy door, grabbed the excited girl and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and started kissing.

He carried her upstairs into the master bedroom and laid her down in the middle of the large four poster bed. While sitting stride her waist to make sure she didn’t move, he ran his hand over her breasts and down into her bra. Hannah was already moaning softly as he pulled out a small silver key.

Tom put Hannah’s arms above her head and used one hand to pin both of them in place. With Hannah secured to the bed and writhing around in ecstasy, he stood up and undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor. Again with just one hand, he used the key to unlock his chastity cage. Finally free of the cage, he lay down on top of her and smiled as the brunette started madly kissing.

An hour later Tom was exhausted and lay on his back with Hannah cuddled up to him. She was ready to go again and went down on him to encourage him to continue.

“Hannah, I need a breather.”

“You know what that means?” she replied looking at the cage.

Tom just lay there as his inexhaustible girlfriend picked up the chastity cage and sat on his chest, with her back to him. He felt her position the cock ring. Tom smiled to himself as he started to exploit her weakness. He reached around Hannah’s waist and pulled her backwards until her clit was above his face. He then pulled her down on to his tongue.

“You can’t stop me that easily,” Hannah breathed.

She dropped the padlock between his legs and by the time she had retrieved it, the cage was no longer in place. After a few seconds of being completely lost in her own thoughts, Hannah refocused and tried to push the cage over his erect cock.

She gently, but firmly pushed it into place, she was desperate lock him up before her next orgasm. It was in place, just. She was breathing harder, oh God. She slipped the padlock through and snapped it shut just in time. She threw the key across the room and into the bathroom as she collapsed down on to his legs.

Hannah rolled on to her side and slid her head between Tom’s muscular thighs so that she could admire the cage from all angles.

“Nice try,” she panted as she slipped the heavy steel cage into her mouth.

It was Tom’s turn to moan, even inside the cage, her mouth could do amazing things.

“OK, let’s go again,” he bursa escort breathed.

“Too late for you,” Hannah replied kissing the cage.

Tom lay back and relaxed, that was fine with him, she had done more than enough for now. He thought about earlier in the cellar and a smile came across his face.

“Hannah, you must be the world’s worst medieval jailer, letting your prisoner escape just because you wanted to make out with him.”

Hannah wrapped her thighs around his neck and tightened.

“You’re still in my custody.”

“But I know your weakness, I can escape anything.”

“You’re very cocky for a condemned man who’s lost his freedom and is about to be incarcerated in a dungeon.”

“Do I get any special privileges?”

“Nope! Maximum security from here on, and the guards are pretty sadistic.”

Tom smiled to himself as he kissed the inside of the woman’s thighs.

“Where is the key to open these?” Tom pulled against her legs.

“No key, just the mind of a crazy woman.”

“Piece of cake.”

She squeezed harder, it felt nice between her legs. She was in no rush, neither was he.

Tom and Hannah ate lunch together on a picnic rug on the lawn outside the front of the house. In line with their role play, Hannah had locked his wrists, ankles and waist in high security transport restraints, with the cuffs locked a little too tightly as usual.

Tom was wearing only black silk boxers, while Hannah was in short pink cotton shorts and tight white t-shirt. Due to the restraints, Hannah pretty much had to feed him, but given that she couldn’t keep her hands off him, it wasn’t an onerous task.

Tom lay on his back with Hannah’s head resting on his chest, looking up at the blue sky and a couple of birds that seemed to be playing together over the cliff.

“As free as a bird,” Tom said as he watched.

“Mmm, just like you aren’t,” Hannah replied.

“They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“You’re my little bird in a cage,” Hannah said as she gently bit his lip.

“Unless I escape.”

“I’d like to see you try…”

Tom took the bait, rolled on to his front and struggled to his feet. Hannah sat on the rug laughing as he hobbled off as quickly as the four inch ankle chain would allow. She jumped up and quickly overtook him and stood blocking his way, her hands on her hips.

“Nice try, but I’m afraid attempted escape carried serious penalties.”

Tom smiled and raised his eyebrows suggestively as Hannah unzipped his fly. However, unfortunately for Tom, she then took hold of his chastity cage and used it to lead him back to the house. Despite his stronger physique, he followed every move made by the slim five six brunette.

“Still thinking of escape?”

They looked at each other as she slowly led him back to the house and down to the basement. Hannah watched the muscular athlete hobble slowly and helplessly behind her. Tom, meanwhile, was focused on Hannah’s cute butt moving in her pink shorts.

Why had he been so tired earlier? He would give anything to make love to her again right now, but he knew she wouldn’t allow that. But then when they had made love, it was the thought of her leading him to the dungeon that had run around his mind. Maybe Hannah would remove his cage and release his hands so that he could have some relief? No chance he thought, she would ensure he saved himself for afterwards.

Tom hobbled into the cell.

“Kneel down.”

Hannah was once again aroused by the dark, dusty feel of the cellar and its solid brick walls and ceilings. To make sure she didn’t fall for the urge of making love to him again, she quickly left the cell and padlocked the barred door behind her. She tucked the key into the front pocket of her shorts and then walked back and forth admiring her beloved prisoner.

Tom watched her perfect figure through the bars, knowing that it was now hopelessly out of reach.

“How does it feel to be in there?”

“With you the other side of the bars in those shorts, fantastic.”

Hannah smiled, this was gorgeous.

“I have to drive into town for some food, I hope you won’t miss me.”

“Not at all I may go for a run.”

Hannah’s stern role play face broke into a smile.

“Sure, you can hobble around your six foot cell all you want.”

“Given that you can’t keep your hands off me, I’ll be out before you know it.”

The stern look was back, “Oh didn’t I mention that I’ve sentenced you to thirty years imprisonment. In fact I won’t even unlock your cell until three decades have passed.”

Even though he knew she was joking, the thought of spending a big chunk of his life in the cell sent a shiver down Tom’s spine. He thought about how Hannah could buy the house and keep him there forever. There really would be nothing he could do about it.

“You can have your phone while I’m gone,” Hannah said, her attempt at a stern expression somewhat at odds with her cute little shorts and t-shirt and her tendency to giggle.

“This malatya escort is the phone that you have locked so that the only person I can call is you?”

“That’s right sweetheart.”

“And this is the phone that you use to send me provocative photos of your body so that I get even more frustrated that I’m locked in a cage?”

“Maybe…”

“You keep it.”

Hannah thought about this for a moment. What if there was an emergency and he needed help. Tom knew what she was thinking.

“Hannah, you have me shackled in a cage, what sort of trouble can I possibly get in to?”

She walked up to the bars and they kissed. Then without a word, she turned on her heels and left. Tom watched her climb the stair and leave the house. He then watched as her sandals walked past the heavy grill and then, within half a second, were gone. The car started up and the noise of the old engine soon disappeared into the distance.

Tom sat down against the wall and listened to the old house creek. He could hear the waves in the bay and the birds that they had watched earlier. He certainly wasn’t free as a bird now.

He looked down at the cuffs that held his hands on either side of his waist. He looked at the empty keyholes wondering if there was any way that he would be able to pick them without the key if he really had to. He laughed and looked up above him at the sunlight streaming through the grill.

When Hannah returned, she walked quickly past the grill and went upstairs to the bedroom. She stood in front of the old freestanding mirror and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She removed her underwear and shoes and took another shower.

She then took her new dress from her suitcase. It was a white shoulderless, knee length dress that she had had specially tailored. She eased it over her naked body and struggled a little to zip herself in. The cotton felt lovely against her naked skin.

The dress managed to be both classic and sexy at the same time. It fitted perfectly around her breasts, her narrow hips and her pert butt, before flaring out down to her knees. She watched her reflection as she twirled and flicked her hips and blew kisses at herself. If the dress was already turning her on, what would it do to Tom?

She finished the outfit with white heeled sandals, sunglasses and a pale wide brimmed summer hat with a flowery ribbon that held her long brown hair back over her shoulders. With her book in one hair and her keys in the other hand, she walked back downstairs and repositioned the picnic rug on the lawn, only a meter from the cellar grill.

Tom watched as Hannah sat down on the rug facing the grill, with her legs and feet together at her side. Her lightly tanned skin looked fantastic against the white fabric She looked classically feminine, he almost expected birds to come down and start singing.

“Wow.”

Hannah smiled, she had made a good first impression. She peered into the darkness of the cellar and could just make out the light and shadows falling on his muscular chest and toned forearms. She loved his abs and legs as well, but unfortunately they were hidden from sight.

“Is it time for my exercise time, I have some ideas that you may like.”

“Thirty years isn’t up quite yet.”

“What! Hannah, you’re driving me crazy!”

Hannah pulled her sunglasses off a little and winked at him. She then lay down on her front on the rug, facing away from him with her legs tightly together. She propped herself up on her arms and with her legs bent up at the knees and feet crossed, began to read.

“Hannah, please!”

He studied how the dress moulded itself up and over her bottom. This was too much.

“Please Hannah, just throw me the keys.”

Hannah just rolled to one side, placed the keys where she had been lying and rolled back on top of them. They felt lovely, strategically positioned beneath her.

Tom swallowed on his dry throat and pulled pointlessly at the cuffs. As he watched, Hannah rolled over on to back, threw her head back and bent one leg slightly. Tom watched with anticipation. She took off her hat and flicked her hair out. She then opened her legs a little more so that Tom could tell what she was, or rather what she wasn’t, wearing underneath. Tom nose was now pushed up against the cold steel grill.

After what seemed to be an age for Tom and only a few seconds for Hannah, Hannah stood up, smoothed down her dress and stood with the tips of her shoes touching the grill. She stood there, almost feeling Tom’s eyes run up her legs to her naked crotch and back down. She could also see his full body from this angle, his muscles tensing and glistening slightly from perspiration.

She jingled the keys from one hand.

“Only twenty nine point nine nine years to go, sweetheart.”

“The last ten minutes been an eternity,” he breathed.

“Well you’d better get used to it. I’ve got the only keys to your prison cell.”

Hannah turned so that Tom could see up her skirt to her butt, again almost feeling the heat of his focus on her skin. Then without a word, she clipped off in her heels and a minute later was in the cellar.

She unlocked the cell door, walked in and pulled down Tom’s boxers. She un-padlocked the chastity cage and then dropped it and her bunch of keys to the floor. She wasn’t going to free him any more than was necessary.

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She uttered a sigh as she moved along the busy streets, weaving her way in and out through the traffic of people. Clutching her briefcase in her fingertips, she tried to cure her feeling of being “routine” through a tiny hum which escaped from the candy vessels of her lips.

He watched her from afar as he brought his cigarette to his pursed smile taking the filter between his lips as he inhaled he closes his newspaper tucking it beneath his arm removing the cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the darkening sky.

She was breathtaking, the way she carried herself with such style and grace, her hips swaying to and fro in a casually seductive fashion. She exerted a certain strength and radiance that caused others to pause from their conversations and daily readings to take notice. She however, seemed oblivious to the attention she drew, her mind too focused on her overwhelming thoughts.

She failed to take heed as he followed her. So close he comes – only a few paces behind her he extended his hand catching the wisps of her hair in his fingertips, her strawberry perfume assaulting his senses and creating an entirely new kind of arousal within. He wanted her, in every way imaginable he practically craved her. She wasn’t a stranger to him. He had spoken with this little minx; many occasions he had studied her routine. He knew what her favorite color was, her favorite lunch spot, how she took her tea. He knew what magazine she read religiously and he knew of her marriage. Yes, she was married but not happily, and she didn’t hide this fact from the world. To anyone who took one look into her eyes beyond her pooling orbs into the depths of her soul, she was a broken spirit.

She would be his biggest challenge yet. Restoring her faith, her pride and her ability to trust anyone would require the work of an Angel. Working up the courage he quickened his strides to match hers. She had been glancing at her watch and startled as she looked up to see she is not alone.

“Hello again beauty,” his voice addressing her in a cool and casual demeanor. He swallowed hard. This was it; there was no better of a time it than now and here. He consoled himself, telling himself that, even if she did reject him, he will not give up or let this deter him from achieving his goal; to have her, to hold her, to relish in her divine soul and mind and claim her body.

She felt her heart skip a beat, he had said the word “again” yet she couldn’t recall a first encounter. She paused stopping to turn and face him, forcing other patrons to work their way around them. She canted her head to the side studying the features of his face, tucking a strand of her fallen locks behind her ear and the porcelain cheeks turned a rosy hue. She felt embarrassed she could not remember who he was but she played along anyways to be courteous.

“How is your day treating you?” Her words seeped from the velvety texture of her lips. He leaned closer to catch a hint of her minty breath. She had an uncanny obsession for oral hygiene, carried a toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss in her purse. He had watched her get up after finishing her meal one day and hurry to the washroom withdrawing those items as she brushed up against him in the corridor offering him a quick apology.

“Will you allow me to buy you a coffee, miss?” He knew her name; he had been standing behind her one time in the line up at the local Tim Hortons’s when she flipped open her wallet to pay for her Cappa and croissant.

“Well, I am rather in a hurry, I am sorry Sir perhaps another time?” Her words were so sweet, like music to his ears, he could easily live with that voice, wake up to it, alter it each time he thrust his throbbing manhood deep inside the walls of her cervix.

He shook his head for a moment, giving himself a wake up call and almost shying away as he noted his arousal, which would be evident in the pair of Dockers he wore. He followed the path of her eyes as she looked down to his crotch biting her lower lip and concealing a smile as she turned to walk away.

“Be well!” She had thought things were settled with him satisfied with her mannerism, she let him down easy.

She crossed the street and headed through the park, her shortcut to her tiny little home nestled in between a church and a high rise hotel. She opened the white gate shutting it behind her as she ascended the set of stairs leading to her front porch. She fumbled with the keys pulling open the storm door, sliding the silver structure into the lock and turning it until she hears the “click”. Stepping into her home where she is greeted üsküdar escort with the finely crafted woodwork and richly fabric walls she quickly disarmed her alarm system and headed to the kitchen.

No one would be home for at least two hours. She pulled on the handle of the fridge door feeling the cool air hit the flesh between the two ripe mounds of her breasts. She reached for the OJ capturing it in her fingertips and turning to the island, setting the carton down upon it and kicking the refrigerator door closed with her foot. Pouring herself a glass, she sat down on one of the bar stools.

He had followed her here. He was lucky enough she left the front door unlocked. He stayed close to the wall waiting for the right moment to do what he had planned for so many months. He carefully opened the door to the basement ensuring that she didn’t pick up on his presence as he shuts the door leaving it open just a tad and hurrying down the stairs. As he reached the bottom he spied the power box on the far wall.

She had just swallowed the last portion of her juice when the lights suddenly ceased and she was flooded by a veil of darkness.

“Dammit,” she cusses to herself sliding off the chair and using her hands to work herself around the island. Reaching the drawer she yanked it open making out a candle and lighter from within. Moments later she was at the bottom of her stairs looking up into the darkness the tiny flickering flame swaying unstably daring to douse itself with the wind of her breaths.

She carefully made her way up the stairs until she is standing in front of a corridor of doors. She would have to pass them all to reach her final destination – her bedroom. She could feel her chest rise and fall heavily now as her bare feet felt the hardwood flooring beneath them, keeping as silent as possible as she forced herself towards her bedroom.

The glow of a flickering candle illuminated the room with the deep richly colored walls and her four poster bed, satin sheets shimmering in the dim light. Her hand extended to the solid structure of the door which sat ajar, hesitating to gain her bearings before opening it completely.

The room was empty but that candle she had not lit so she couldn’t be alone. Her eyes well with tears. Had she fallen into a trap? Was there an intruder about to draw from his concealment his goal to attack, possibly kill her? She tried to scream but her voice fails her, the only emmitance a whimpered gasp.

Then she hears him. He must have been standing right behind her.

“Shhhh my darling, I am not here to hurt you. I admire you, cherish you….I love you.”

She tried to turn herself to face this man but his hands fell quickly to her shoulders pulling her back against his chest. A tear broke from the corner of her eye to fall down the porcelain flesh of her cheek. His fingertips stroked her soft, supple skin, caressing the nape of her neck.

“You are my queen.”

For some reason she couldn’t run or fight him. She felt exhilarated and frightened all at once, and the feeling was overwhelming. Her thighs trembled as his free hand moved to her blouse. She felt the gentle tugging as he slowly unfastened them one by one exposing more and more of her form to the cool air of the room. She turned her head looking to the shadows they created upon the wall. He stood slightly taller than she, he was a fit build not too big but not toothpick thin with long hair stopping about shoulder level. He gave her the impression of being European. His accent was thick upon her ear, his warm breath tickled when he spoke to her. He was seducing her, and for some reason unbeknownst to her she could not resist. She felt the fabric of her blouse slide from her arms leaving her standing in her black lace bra and skirt.

“I want to claim you, make you mine and you will be in time ….but for now, for this night I seek only to please you to explore this piece of art standing before me to savor in its divinity.”

In her state of suspense he somehow had managed to blind fold her, a veil of darkness surrounding her. His voice was what comforts her now, soothes her fears, commands her attention. She could feel her nipples hardening painfully through the lace, her panting breaths nearly drowning out the sound of his voice. She felt the tip of his finger on her lips hushing her and she could tell he was smiling. Her hand lifted to catch his wrist forcing his finger to stay there against her velvety vessels. She parted her lips just enough to withdraw her tongue allowing gaziemir escort it to slide up the length of his digit capturing the tip then swirling her hot wet muscle around his nail driving him into her mouth mocking such oral pleasures as if to show him what she had to offer.

He pulled out quickly enough. “You are used to having such control my child, but tonight you will surrender yourself to me. I do not seek this permanently for a bird is more beautiful in flight than in a cage, but tonight its about losing yourself to the mind, body and soul to me. Do you understand this?” She felt herself nodding swallowing hard feeling vulnerable and beautiful all at once.

He circled her, his eyes devouring her tiny form such delicious curves, she almost seemed to good to be true. Standing there before him, accepting his advances, still maintaining her style and grace, her charisma….she was strong, not weak; at least not yet.

“What do you want more than anything else in this world Tammia?” He continued to undress her, starting at the back of her skirt. As she felt the zipper come free, her body tensed, his hand sliding to the blade of her shoulder massaging into it gently as he whispers “Relax…” He slid the skirt to the floor tapping her calf to signal for it to rise then the other until she stood there in merely her undergarments. “God she was beautiful.” He thought.

“I want to find my true love, my soul mate,” she states this clearly with the utmost certainty.

He teased her arm with his fingertips, stroking up and down the length of it sliding to the inner portion, smoothing his palm over the joint before taking a firm hold of her, guiding her to the bed.

“Sit down mon cherie and remove the last of your clothing.” He gave her her space; she could hear the scratching of the chair on the floor as he pulled it away from the wall. Setting it before her, sitting himself upon it, he watched her hands. As they moved behind to unfasten her bra, she shivered. She hated her body, he knew this just by her facial expression when he suggested her to be nude like this.

“The first step to finding true love is to love yourself. Do you love yourself? Do you love your body?”

She lowered her head as if to look to her lap the blindfold still taking away her sight. She slid her hands across her taut tummy reaching the seam of her panties hesitating before sliding it down over her tight little ass along her creamy white thighs towards the floor.

“No I do not,” she responded just as he had anticipated her to.

“How many times do you masturbate in a week Tammia?”

She shook her head swiftly. “I do not, Sir.” She responds.

Her weakness is now revealed; her self esteem was lower than he thought originally. She will need a lot of work, but by the time he was through she would take flight, discovering things she never knew she could.

“You are going to right now. You are going to let your hands roam over your body as though they were mine. I want you to get to know every inch of your body but do not penetrate yourself until I say.”

She seemed nervous. She would need a little guidance for this. He rose from the chair moving to where she sits upon the bed and knelt down to meet what would be her eye level. his hands slid to her inner thighs coaxing them to part. Taking her hands in his own drawing the backs of them to his lips as he graced them with a kiss then closed his fingertips around them, moving them so that they rested just above her breasts. He began to help her hands work at her breasts, feeling her nipples harden her mounds firm and ripe for the taking. How he longed to taste them in his mouth! But he refrained, he let her get more into the sensations she created upon herself before letting her hands go. Her lips parted in a soft sigh as she trailed her fingertips up and down the valley of her breasts, then circling her areola pinching her nipples. She moaned, biting her lips, her cheeks flush.

“It’s ok my sweet, make as much noise as you want, you are not prohibited from anything but penetration.”

She whimpered, her hands sliding down her thighs then up towards her heated core, fingertips beginning to stroke against the delicate shaved petals of her sex. She lowered herself down on the bed keeping her knees bent, her feet upon the floor, her thighs splayed out before him so he can watch her work. Such beautiful art she was creating for him! She felt her tiny pearl begin to harden. She shuddered; she was aroused – in fact he knew she was on the rise. sancaktepe escort Her fingertips almost entered her sweet lubricated cunt.

“Stop! not yet he,” reminds her, and her hand quickly retreated back up her clit, taking the bit of skin between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it back and forth.

“Oh god please,” she begged. Masturbation was something she had been taught as being a bad and unnecessary thing to do but this felt good. She loved this feeling, felt so comfortable with him.

“Now my sweet.”

She purred, taking two of her long slender digits and driving them into her tight wet pussy. The orgasm was almost instantly achieved as she cries out, arching her form to accentuate the curve of her spine, feeling her lips clenching her fingers before the wave of fluid fights her strokes, spilling her nectar onto her sheets. She screams, her breath catching her half way through, killing her sound. The only noise she makes now is the slapping of her hand against her pussy.

He let her come down watching as her body writhed with the pleasures her fingertips had provided her. He leaned over her naked body, one hand sliding to her bosom, the other to her penetrating hand, tugging at her wrist to remove her fingertips and moving them higher still until they reach her mouth.

“My sweet, tell me what you taste like.”

Her eyes were shut, her head tilted back into the pillow, her hair spilling out over her lithe form. She parted her vessels sliding her two fingers to her tongue.

Watching her intensely as she began to suck at her translucent filling, she was absolutely divine. He proceeded to unzip his pants, letting his jeans and boxers fall to the floor. Still her eyes remained shut. She was moaning, arching her body, thrusting her breasts as if on display for his eyes only.

“You are beautiful Tammia, tell me what you taste like.”

She pulled her fingers from her mouth, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. Her voice didn’t sound her own, in fact it took a cat like formation; an almost purr as she lets the words like honey escape from her lips.

He had to take her, he decided. His cock now free and throbbing, eight inches which only sought one place to be at this moment; inside that sinfully sweet cunt. He covered her mouth with his hand resting his full weight upon her. He looked almost angry with her; in fact he was anything but gentle.

“Spread your legs for me NOW!” he commanded.

She tried to shake her head from his hand but he pressed down, forcing her deeper into the pillow.

“Do as I say!”

There was a look of terror and as a tear fell down her cheek, her thighs parted. He immediately plunged his cock into her wanton pussy. He was ruthless with his thrusts, jerking her body as his hips smashed into hers. He uncovered her mouth, found her two wrists and pinned them above her head.

“You will hold your breath until I say,” He growled. She nodded she looked confused, hurt she couldn’t understand the sudden change in him.

He smiled, keeping her arms above her head with one hand the other grabbing her leg pinning it to her shoulder thrusting deeper. Each entry he explored more of her sex, plunging his cock sideways and forward hitting her every angle possible and watching for the signs for her climax. Her cheeks were flushed. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer, her body felt intoxicating. She felt herself beginning to swell against his shaft.

“That’s right you little bitch, your body is mine now, to take as I please without question.” It was hard for him not to release himself, but he kept his seed at bay. She was almost there, just a few more painfully hard thrusts and she would be cumming for him.

“Breathe now.”

As she did, her body felt intensity unlike anything else. Her orgasm had somehow intensified itself from the lack of circulation. As the oxygen filled her lungs once again, her sweet cum thrushes down to spill out over the sheets soaking his thighs and her own. He gave her a firm smack on the ass rising from the bed; he still hadn’t achieved orgasm.

“Turn around and bend over the bed.”

Her heavy breaths turning into whispers, she quickly obeyed rolling over unto her belly as her took her by the hips and pulled her tight little ass to his cock. She could feel the tip pressing into her puckered virgin star. She began to protest but he lowered himself to brush passed her perineum then plunged into her pussy again.

“I will save that for another night my sweet.”

He hit her again and again with his hand as he buried his cock into her inferno of pleasure, the cheeks of her ass soon marked with a tint of red.

“How does it feel to be fucked, slut?”

He grabbed her hips tightly pushing her out until he could see the length of his shaft fully. Leaving his tip inside of her then thrusting forward pulling her back at the same time plunging painfully deep.

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Monday, December 26, 2011, A morning after.

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Katy had the day off and I didn’t have any place to go, so we stayed in bed late. Napping and cuddling hours after we’d have usually gotten up. A little touching, a little pillow talk, no sex.

We were laying on opposite sides of the bed, a couple of feet away from each other, looking at each other faces. She was tracing my lips with one finger nail.

She said, “When I said I loved you last night. I didn’t mean… I mean… well, there’s Betty and…”

I said, “I understand. I meant the same thing. You have Betty, and despite what we’re doing this moment, and the whole D/s thing, I’m not looking to be to be the center of someone’s life. Or have them be the center of mine. I want to be in someone’s life, and have them be in mine. But not the center. I do love you, and you’re very important to me, but you’re not my girlfriend. You’re very significant to me, but you’re not my “significant other.” And I’m not yours.”

“I love you too, just the same way.”

She rolled me over on my other side and pulled me to her, putting her arms around me.

She was quiet a moment then said, “We should get Betty in here with us.”

She felt me go stiff for a second then I relaxed and said, “Yes, Mistress.”

She said, “Oh, no. I know some people do submission that way, but I won’t. You’re not my slave. I need us both to be happy with whatever we do. Tell me what the problem is. Your body just spoke for you.”

I said, “I don’t know her. I’ve only met her once, the day you moved in, and I don’t remember her at all. I know she knows about us, but I’d have to know her better before I’d be comfortable sleeping with her. On the other hand, I trust you. If you think we should bring her to bed with us, I’ll do it.”

She thought a bit then said, “Thank you for trusting me. I think you’d both enjoy each other, in or out of bed, but you’re right. Let’s get you two together, out of bed, and see if you hit it off. I’m sure you’re going to love each other.”

I said, “Thank you. You know, I keep thinking of this submissive thing wrong.”

She said, “No surprise. Not only is my take on it is a bit different, but movies, TV and even stories play it the way you seem to be thinking about it. We’ll work it out. I think we’re beyond the point where we’d have to stop.”

She paused again. “Changing the subject, my mother likes you.”

“Really? I didn’t get that impression.”

“You’d have to know my mother. She doesn’t approve of our relationship, she thinks you’re too old for me. Or I’m too young for you. And she hasn’t entirely made peace with me being lesbian. She a bit conflicted. First, she believes it’s none of her business how I live. On the other hand, she’s my mother and cares about me. But she defiantly likes you.”

I said, “I’m glad. Listen, can be put the heavy issues aside for a bit? I want to nap here in your arms, and you in mine, a little longer, then get to cleaning this place up. Our clothes are still on the floor over there gathering wrinkles. I’ll put them on hangers and take them to be cleaned.”

She said, “Thank you, baby. That would be lovely. Take a nap. I have to check on the servers at work in a little while too.”

She fell asleep faster than I did. I was thinking about Betty and wondering what it would be like with another woman. Before Brian, I’d been with more boys and men than I could count. And almost all of them, until Brian, had taken advantage of me. I’d been with no one since he died. No one until Katy. And now?

Thursday, December 29, 2011, Invitation to a party

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We’re in the kitchen this morning getting ready for breakfast. Katy cooking. We’re both wearing robes, but neither of us have closed them. I’m watching her at the stove humming to herself and dancing in place as she works. I got up, dropped my robe on the island, and came up behind her.

I said, “Put the spatula down,” then bit her ear.

“Hey!”

I said, insistently, “I told you to put it down!” and bit her again.

She asked, “Who’s the mistress here?”

I replied, “I am, for the moment.”

She giggled, “OK, I’ll buy that.”

She put the spatula down, I slid her robe off and tossed it on the island on my way back to my seat.

She turned to watch me sit down and said, “I thought you were going to dominate me?”

I said, “I am. The way you Dom me. By watching you. Go ahead and finish cooking.”

She smiled, picked up the spatula and returned to her task, doing her humming, singing and dancing thing. She knew exactly what I wanted to see, now swinging her hips more suggestively than usual.

In a few minutes she set out breakfast for both of us then sat across from me. As we eat we exchange the usual morning small talk.

After a while she said, “V, Betty and I were invited to a New Years Eve party. We can bring someone with us. Would you like to go?”

“Oh, I’d be too old for your friends.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think so. I’ve told some of them about bahçelievler escort you…”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence. I gasped, dropped my fork, and covered my breasts with my hands. I was staring at her wide eyed. She looked back at me surprised.

I said, “You told some…” and trailed off.

“No, Virginia. Only that we’re friends, I like you a lot and that we went to each others holiday dinners.”

She pointed at my hands. “That’s an interesting reaction. What you are doing there?”

I looked at my hands “Covering myself, I guess.” I picked up my fork and started eating again.

“As I was saying, I’ve told some of them about you and they’d like to meet you. We’d be meeting Betty there. If you decide not to stay you can take my car home. Or we could take yours. I can get a ride home with Betty”

“Well, OK. What do we wear?”

“It’s sort of dressy. It think the outfits we wore to my mothers.” She noticed my nipples stiffen. “You like that idea?”

“Well, yes, I love those outfits. You looked wonderful, Katy. And I loved taking them off later.”

“We both looked good. And you’ll have a chance to talk with Betty.”

Saturday, December 31, 2011, Betty.

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The party wasn’t until nine, but we started getting ready at six. We showered in my bathroom, played a little but didn’t quite have sex. Just having some fun. We did each others hair, but Katy did our makeup. We’d found that even when we tried to do it the same, we each had different styles which produced subtle differences. Her style was a bit more colorful, my style more muted.

We’d each done our own for Thanksgiving at my sisters. I’d done both for Christmas at her parent’s, since we were trying to be identical. This time she did us both. We’d used just gloss, no nail polish, for dinner at her parent’s. This time we used bright red matching polish and lipstick. Then took our time dressing each other.

We were ready by a bit after eight, but Katy wanted to wait a little to get us get there a little after nine. So we stood on the front porch watching the neighborhood. The folks across the street were having a party. I knew a few of the people going in and they waved at me. We chatted until eight-thirty when Katy’s cell phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID then answered, “Hi, baby… OK…” She looked at me. “Yes… probably not… yes, you can spend the night here…”

I looked surprised and she covered the phone and said to me “We’ll sleep in my room. Is that OK?”

I said, “Of course.”

I found that I felt vaguely disappointed. I hadn’t really expected Katy to sleep with me tonight. I’d been sure she’d stay out much later then me and spend the night at Betty’s place.

She uncovered the phone and said “No, silly, you won’t need any clothes for the morning.”

Then she realized she hadn’t checked with me about Betty going nude, or whatever she had in mind. She looked enquiringly at me. I nodded OK, though I wasn’t entirely sure it was OK. Well, I could always wear a robe or even get dressed.

“Sure. See you in a bit. Love you.”

She closed the phone and dropped it in her purse.

We went in then through to the garage and took my car. She put the address into my GPS and I noticed that the predicted travel time was forty five minutes. We’d be getting there about twenty past nine.

The drive was uneventful except for being stopped at a drunk driving check point. We were both pretty giggly, so they had me get out and do a field sobriety test. Katy got out to watch and we attracted some attention from being dressed as were and matching. People pointing and the police officer even commenting on how perfectly we matched.

When we arrived there were already quite a few cars in the driveway and on the street. We parked a minute or so walk away from the house. We got out, stopped under a street light and adjusted each others skirts and petticoats and headed into the house.

As we walked in Katy said, “There’s Betty’s car.” A little white boxy shaped two seat sports car. “It’s twenty-five years old. She found it barely running and restored it mostly by herself. It’s her pride and joy.”

I said, “It’s cute.”

Katy smiled at me, “She’s indulgent when I say that. If she takes you for a ride in it, be sure to put on your seat belt and tighten it. I’ve been on more sedate roller coaster rides.”

We went in and Katy made introductions. We’d met a half dozen people before meeting a couple who knew of me.

He said, “Ah, you’re the famous Victoria.”

She said, “No, dear, I think it’s Virginia.”

Katy said, “Yes, Virginia.”

As at her mothers house, there was a lot of talk about Katy wearing a dress and us matching.

Then someone said, “Has one of you been here a while? I thought I saw you earlier.”

She looked at Katy and I more closely, “No, that woman as a red head. And wearing glasses, I think.”

Katy said, “Sorry, not us.” Then she said to me, “Betty. bağcılar escort Let’s find her.”

I wondered why she would think Betty was one of us, when I was a surprised to see what looked like Katy or I from behind. Same dress, same stockings, same shoes. Hair styled the same as ours, but red. Katy saw her too, pulled me through the crowd, then let go of my hand and put her arms around the woman and kissed her on the back of the neck. She turned and I’d met Betty.

As with my description of Katy, some of this I learned later. Beatrice Rachael Campbell. 19 years old, 5′ 8″ tall, weights 135 pounds, measures 36C-27-36, has straight red hair, usually parted in the middle but often styled in various ways, and very green eyes. She regularly exercises, but skips days when she’s busy. She also plays tennis occasionally. Her overall physical condition is about the same as mine.

She can also be described as “pretty” and/or “cute.” Probably prettier, but not as cute, as Katy. And, again, on some occasions “beautiful.”

She works as a senior engineer at a local mechanical design company.

She’s a bit near sighted and usually wears small oval steel rimmed glasses, often a bit down on her nose so she can look over them, pushing them up when she needs to see distances.

She glanced at me then she and Katy kissed, careful of their lipstick. Her makeup matched ours pretty closely. As Katy introduced us, she turned her attention to me and smiled. And in that moment I wanted her. I gasped and my mouth dropped open and I felt my nipples pressing against my bra and dress. Her eyes dropped to my breasts then looked into my eyes. I looked away, embarrassed, then managed to shut my mouth and turn back to her.

I stuttered, “Hello, Betty. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Still smiling she said, “It must have all been good. You seem very happy to see me.”

She reached up with one finger, gently pressed one of my nipples, then withdrew her hand. I became aware that my hair was being stroked and turned to see Katy smiling at me and, well, petting me.

She asked, “You OK darling?”

I said, not caring if Betty heard me, or maybe actually wanting her to, “I think I’ve soaked through my panties.”

Katy giggled and ran her hand down my back, tickling me at my waist band.

Betty leaned forward and whispered, “I think I just did too,” then straightened up.

I turned back to face her. She continued, “You’re every bit as beautiful as Katy said you were. I hope you’ll let me play dress up with you some day.”

I said, “Um. ‘…play dress up…’ Um. I mean, yes. I mean, thank you.”

They were both looking at me, on the verge of giggling. I was struggling for something a bit more intelligent to say and caught on the panties comments.

“Betty. Are you dressed entirely the same as we are?”

She leaned forward again, then looked down into her own cleavage. I followed her eyes and watched as she pulled her neckline down, the same way Katy and I had at her mothers.

She said, “See for yourself.”

I saw the same bra, though a different size, of course, as Katy and I wore. She let go, then straightened up again.

I turned away from them and said, “I need a drink.”

Betty asked, “How about the one in your hand?”

I looked down to see that I hadn’t finished the one somebody had handed me when we came in. I gulped it down and felt an arm go around my waist. Katy. Then another from the other side. Betty. We started moving through the crowd to the bar when I heard someone say “My God, look at these three.”

People were looking at us and some camera phones flashed. I guess we must have been a sight.

When we got to the bar they put me on a stool and we asked for drinks. Them standing behind me, behind my shoulders, one on each side.

I asked, “Are you coming home with us tonight Betty?”

I could hear the smile in her voice, “We’ve only been here a half an hour, Virginia.”

I said, “Of course.” I’d totally lost track of time.

Then Katy said, “She’s coming home with me. Do you want her to come home with us instead?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer. The guy serving drinks asked, “You’re Katy’s Virginia?”

My hand twitched on my glass, thinking he was talking D/s. I looked up at him. And decided that, yes, I was for damn sure still interested in men. He was gorgeous. Tall, muscled, perfect face, clean shaven, short brown hair.

Betty said, “Yes, this is the Virginia Katy talks about so much.”

At the same time Betty was speaking, Katy spoke closely into my ear, “He didn’t mean it that way. Only Betty knows. Of course, he might have overheard something.” I was calmed and took a sip of the drink he’d made for me.

He said, “Wow, a lot of us were starting to think she’d made you up.”

He was openly staring at me, but at my face rather than my breasts. Well, they got some of his attention too, but mostly he looked at my face.

He asked, “Have you done any modeling? Glamour ümraniye escort photography? I could do things with you.”

Katy said “John’s a security expert and computer wizard, but his latest adventure is to become a professional photographer. He wants to do glamour and lingerie pictures for a living.”

I asked, “So, I wouldn’t be wearing clothes?” I was thinking that I hoped not.

He said, “Well, lingerie. Maybe some nudes, if you’re OK with that. But I’d like to do you even if you want to keep all your clothes on.”

I smiled and asked, “‘Do me’?”

He replied “No. Well, yes, I’d like to do that too.” And he actually blushed.

I was really liking him. He smiled then gestured around the room. “But there’s nothing special about me. Every straight guy and gay woman in the room want’s to ‘do you,’ Virginia.”

I said, in an expression of surprise, “No.”

“Maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but you’re really quite beautiful. I’d love to get you in my studio and under the lights.”

He paused for a second and actually blushed again and said in a quieter tone, “Or in my bed and under the sheets.”

Katy said, “Bed aside, Betty and I have already modeled for John. You should do it. It’s fun.”

I looked up at her then gestured for her to put her ear near my mouth and whispered, “Mistress?”

She whispered back, “You want me to decide for you?” I nodded “yes.”

She was thinking that over when he said, “Hey, how about all three of you? You’d be great together. Different heights, hair color, shapes, but all good looking. Maybe with those outfits, do something retro. Sure, you’d be great together.”

Katy said, “That might be cool. Betty?”

“Sure, fun.”

Katy said, “OK, we’ll do it. Give me a call in a couple of weeks.”

Monday, January 1, 2012, Three of us

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We stayed until well after midnight. I recalled drinking a lot more than I’m used to. I often don’t drink for months at a time, except wine with meals. And a couple of times Katy and I had finished off a bottle, or even two, talking way into the night and morning. There was also a lot of talk and quite a bit of dancing. I danced with both men and women, mostly slow dancing but some faster numbers too.

And there was the guy who had his hands under my skirt grabbing my ass and would not listen when I told him to stop. I pushed him away and when he came back Betty decked him with a single punch. It was quite impressive.

That might have happened twice with two different men. I also remembered distinctly Katy and I sharing a long passionate kiss and people cheering us on. And a shorter but also passionate kiss with Betty, with Katy applauding. Then the three of us going to fix our makeup.

Katy and I were both too drunk to drive. But Betty hadn’t drunk at all. I’d learn that she drank even less than I did and only if there was no chance at all she’d have to drive. I was reluctant to leave my car there since I’d bought it only a couple of months ago, and Betty’s only seated two anyway. The couple that owned the house let Betty put hers in their garage, and she drove us all home in my SUV. It took me three tries to enter my code to open the door from the garage to the kitchen.

When we got inside Katy said “Take off your dress and jewelry, V.”

I glanced at Betty, remembering that she knew all about this.

I said, “Yes, ma’am,” took my dress off, carefully laying it on the island, then my jewelry, putting that on the kitchen table.

She said, “Now mine.” I did hers, just as carefully, dress on island, jewelry on table.

Finally, “Now Betty.” I looked at Betty. She stood there and smiled, looking down at me.

Katy asked, “Do you need a time out?”

I said, “No, Mistress,” but still looking up at Betty. She pulled the zippers down on each side of her dress and waited smiling. I repeated the process I’d done with myself and Katy. Three dresses on the island, three sets of jewelry on the table.

Betty said, “Thank you, Virginia.”

We went upstairs, with them following me, watching me. We paused in the hallway between my room and Katy’s.

She asked, “Do you want us to get undressed together V?”

I took them both by a hand and pulled them towards my room. I turned the lights on low so we could all see ourselves and each other in the mirror. It was a repeat of the night Katy and I undressed each other except that there were three of us. And two of us were a little unsteady from being pretty drunk. We were still pretty drunk.

When we were down to nothing I found myself standing in front of Betty with my hands on her hips. I dropped to my knees to lick her, but she pulled me back up to my feet.

She said, “Not tonight, Virginia.” I was surprised and disappointed. More like crushed, really.

I asked, in a tiny trembling voice, “You don’t want me?”

She said, “Oh, I very much do. But you’re too drunk to really give consent. Even if you never had any regrets, I wouldn’t feel right about it. I don’t want to take any chances with our first time. It’s too important.”

That made me feel a lot better. Katy said, “Let’s get some sleep and see how we, you, feel in the morning.”

I said, “But I’m…” I pinched my own nipples.

Katy said, “You’re horny now. So am I. So is Betty. We can all keep it for a while. Or if you can’t, we’ll leave for a few minutes while you relax yourself.”

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She was in town having some work done on her car. It wasn’t at his shop, but she planned to stop and see him nonetheless. They had arranged it the week before, timing it carefully so that she would be done right before he went on his break. She arrived two minutes early, giving herself some time to straighten her clothes and fuss with her hair. Ten minutes later, she was still waiting in her car, no sign of him.

When she strode into the building, the manager stepped out of his office to greet her, not expecting the young woman he saw to be as domineering as she was. She stood there, sharp black heels, the hem of her skirt several inches from her knees, the white button up barely visible beneath her black coat and white scarf, waiting for service with an air of dominance.

“Good afternoon. Welcome to O’Reillys. My name is Brian, how may I assist you today?”

She looked at him, measuring him up and down, and slowly pulled off the sunglasses.

“I’m here for Derek,” she folded up her glasses and slid them into her pocket. “Where is he?”

“Just one moment miss, I’ll go get him for yo-.” He began turning away to head out the back door when the sound of her heels clicking against the linoleum floor stopped him.

She had crossed the floor of the lobby in seven long strides, only stopping when her heels met with the toe of his, “I will go get him. Also, in the future, you may address me as Ma’am.”

She strode past him, leaving him speechless. He didn’t know what he should do nor did he want to be the one to tell her she couldn’t go to the employee only break room. He decided to just go back to his office and finish the inventories he had been working on. He’d let Derek deal with her.

The door to the break room swung open as she strode to it. The worker exiting the room held the door open for her but didn’t say a word so Derek didn’t realize who was walking through the door. Right away she noticed him with wet hair sitting as far away from the door as possible. He was also playing on his phone. Knowing he was in here playing on his phone while she waited in the cold for him annoyed her to a whole new level.

Annoyance fueling her steps, he had no time to react before she snatched the phone out of his hands and said,”You kept me waiting outside for ten minutes. Explain yourself.”

“I…I just lost track of time. Some idiot spilled oil on me and I had to take a quick shower. I’m sorry Dusty. You know I didn’t do it on purpose,” he managed to stumble out.

He stood up and tried to take her hands in his but she swatted them away from her.

Grateful for an excuse, even a semi-valid excuse, to execute her plans for him, she ordered, “No. Don’t touch me until I give you permission. Bend over the table.”

When he hesitated, she gave a sharp, “Now!”

He slowly bent over the end of the table, his ass sticking out like he knew she’d demand. Dusty took her time going back to the door, savoring the anticipation that was growing in the room, and locking it before she walked behind him. She molded herself to his back and reached around his waist. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned his black work pants, moving on to the zipper once the button was free of it’s loop. She was careful to not touch his dick. Right çeşme escort now he had only one thing coming. His pants slid down and, like always, he was commando. His ass was at her mercy. She stepped back and admired his ass cheeks. She could see his erection, almost hidden by his hoodie.

Her hand left a bright red mark across his cheek and the room echoed with the sound. He jumped against the table, clearly not expecting such a hard blow to begin with. His poor ass hadn’t been properly warmed up and it stung him a little. However, her hand pushed against his lower back, encouraging him to assume his position again. His other cheek was soon sporting the same mark, although this time, he knew what to expect and didn’t need her hand to keep him in place.

“That’s two. Only eight more to go. I think since you made me wait ten minutes, that you should receive ten. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Her anger cooled a bit when she heard him switching to calling her Ma’am instead of Dusty. The next four blows still stung, but they were not nearly as harsh as the first two. She stopped and ran her hand over his ass. It was now covered with six very distinct hand prints.

“The next time we have a lunch date, will you keep me waiting?”

“No Ma’am. I will not keep you waiting.”

“I’m glad to see that you’ve learned your lesson. However, you aren’t done yet. You still have four to go.”

“Yes Ma’am. Please beat my ass.”

She felt her clit tingle when she heard the words and decided she wanted to leave him with an impression of this afternoon. Glancing around, she saw an old antenna propped against the wall. That would do the trick.

The antenna swished through the air and left a sharp, clear line across his buttocks. He couldn’t help jumping from that blow and she gave him a second to offer her his ass again. The next three swished through the air in rapid succession. He jumped each time, but managed not to move too much. After she delivered the final blow, she set the antenna down on the table next to him and ran her hand over his ass to soothe the pain.

“Now get on the table. Lay on your back. I want your head at the end of the table,” she ordered him.

He stumbled around the edge of the table and managed to lay down, squirming from the feeling of the cold table against his hot ass cheeks.

“Give me your belt.”

He stopped squirming and looked up at her, confused at her request. Dusty tsked at his hesitation. Slightly annoyed but also grateful for the opportunity to “punish” him further. She cupped his balls tight in one hand and slapped his hard cock with her other.

“I thought I had trained you better than this. When I give you an order, I expect you to immediately obey. Now, I think another ten are due. This time, I want you to count them for me.”

“Yes ma’am. As you desire.” Dusty’s sub was quickly remembering all of the previous training sessions and proper etiquette for responding to his mistress.

Dusty looked around the room debating on what to use on her naughty boy. There was a package of tie down straps that looked like they had recently been returned and Dusty knew she would utilize them.

With başakşehir escort a wicked grin, Dusty slowly ran her thumbs up her skirt, knowing Derek would fixate on the movement. Grinding her hips back and forth, she slowly slid the black thong down her long legs. There was barely enough fabric there to cover her wet pussy but it was perfect for what Dusty planned.

She took the thong and wrapped it tight around Derek’s throbbing cock and balls until they were both straining for release. Unbuttoning the top few buttons of her white top, Dusty then set to work restraining her sub until he couldn’t move. The straps held his feet spread apart, his wrists bound to his upper thighs, and his chest held down tight to the table. The only part of his body Derek could move was his head.

“Now, remind me how many times I am going to slap that delicious cock of yours and what you will be doing.”

“Ten times ma’am. Your slut will be counting each one ma’am.”

“That’s a good boy.”

Derek’s head lifted at the sound of Dusty unlooping the previously requested belt from his discarded pants. He felt a slight tingle of fear but knew his mistress wouldn’t give him anything more than what he could handle. Although he thought he was prepared for it, the first time the folded up belt slapped his cock, he couldn’t help but hiss through his teeth.

“One ma’am.” Derek wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it to ten if the blows continued to be this intense. Seeing his mistress was standing there in heels, knowing only the skirt stood between his tongue and her wet pussy, the slight jiggle of her tits when she struck him, all of that mixed with the sweet pain of the blows was making it difficult not to cum all over his tied up body.

“Five ma’am.”

Dusty was standing at the foot of the table, enjoying seeing her sub tied up tight with his throbbing cock straining against her thong. She decided to finish his cock punishment elsewhere though. She strode to the top of table, reached under for the final ratchet strap, and tightened it around his neck so he couldn’t move. Thanking her heels, she straddled his head with her clit just out of reach of his tongue. Not wanting to get distracted, she wrapped the belt around her hand again and continued his punishment.

“Ten ma’am.”

Dusty was pleased to hear the desperation in Derek’s voice. She decided to reward him for being such a good sub and not losing count.

With a slight bend of her knees, her clit was at Derek’s lips.

“Lick me slut.” Dusty moaned out as his skilled tongue slid up and down her clit. She reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them to give Derek a better view of her tight asshole, knowing how much he liked sliding his cock inside her. Before too long, he had her on the brink of cumming but Dusty didn’t want to cum just yet. She stepped away, wiped his lips, and kissed him lightly.

Remembering Derek had just recently showered gave Dusty another idea. With some finagling of the ratchet straps, Derek went from being flat on his back to having his legs over his head. As Dusty tied off the tail of the strap, he realized the vulnerability this position offered his ass. With küçükçekmece escort the way Dusty had him restrained, he couldn’t stop her with anything other than the safe word. His cock jumped at that thought.

Dusty again strode to straddle Derek’s face. She permitted his tongue to pleasure her clit as she unbuttoned her shirt completely, leaving the midnight black bra that only barely held her tits in place to taunt her sub. Again, she let him bring her to the peak of cumming before she stepped away. This time her sub moaned at her departure.

Grabbing his belt again, Dusty climbed on top of the table behind Derek. She let it hang loosely for a moment, trailing the tip across his ass to the tip of his cock. Then, with expert precision, she brought the belt down across his ass, the red mark raising almost immediately.

Derek cried out from the pain but quickly began anticipating further strikes. He preferred the long whip at home but loved Dusty’s creativity when it came to inflicting pain. He sighed as Dusty began striking him, with shorter pauses between each stroke. He felt himself sliding into a state of bliss.

Dusty realized the exact moment Derek went into his subspace. His cock was still hard, compliments of the tiny thong, but his entire body had relaxed. This was her most treasured aspect of playing with him. The trust it took for him to slide into subspace almost brought tears to her eyes. Wanting to bring him even more pleasure, she reached down into a coat pocket and took out a tiny vibrator. Sliding down to her knees, she pressed her aching tits against his back and started teasing Derek’s ass with her tongue. Reaching around his leg, Dusty, ever so lightly, placed the vibrator on the tip of his thick head. Slightly saddened it wasn’t her lips wrapping around his dick, Dusty continued to both lick his tight ass and tease his cock. When she pushed the tip of her tongue inside Derek’s ass, she finally stroked his cock from the tip to the base. Losing track of time, Dusty continued her licking until she felt Derek tighten up, hinting towards his imminent orgasm.

Not wanting to have him cum, much less all over his own face, Dusty climbed off of the table and straddled his face for the final time intending to ride his tongue until she herself came. As he licked her dripping wet cunt, he unconsciously thrust his cock, seeking his own sweet release. Moving just slightly forward, Dusty was able to slide his dick between her tits, giving him some pleasure from the boob job. Unable to help herself though, the boob job didn’t last long as she wanted his cock down her throat. Feeling his thick head slam against the back of her throat was all she needed to finally cum on Derek’s tongue. Her knees buckled from the pleasure and she collapsed on Derek’s chest with barely enough state of mind to avoid suffocating him.

When she was finally able to feel her legs again, Dusty stood up and started getting dressed. She started freeing Derek from his restraints, starting with his cock and balls but stopped there to finish getting dressed. Based on his still throbbing cock, Dusty had a sneaking suspicion he would try to toss her down on the table in his place and continue pleasing her clit with his tongue. With a wicked grin, she continued releasing Derek, but left his feet and hands tied up. There was just enough freedom in the straps she knew he could wiggle free.

Buttoning up her coat, Dusty gave him one final kiss and said, “I’ll see you at home.”

As the door closed, she could hear him frantically trying to escape the straps. With a chuckle, she slid her sunglasses on.

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Authors Note:

Thank you to all of you that have given your feedback. It has been greatly appreciated. I just wanted to take a minute to clear some things up. It came to my attention that it might be confusing as to why Gabrielle and Marcus don’t recognize each other. In some BDSM chatrooms or Dating sites people will conceal their face to remain anonymous. I have personally done this a time or two. When Marcus is referring to how beautiful Gabrielle is, he is referring to the parts of her body that he can see rather than her overall beauty. Without Further delay, here is chapter 2 of Diamond in the Rough.

Chapter 2

Walking into my office, Alex waves me over to the conference room.

“Good morning Alex, how are you?” I ask before starting to make my first cup of coffee of the day.

“I’m good Gabrielle, how are you?”

“Pretty good, when are we going to be checking in with everyone?” I ask wanting to make sure that I have enough time to work on the designs that I promised Marcus.

“We are just waiting for everyone else to get here, and then we are going to start. There are bagels in the breakroom if you want to go get one.”

“Good morning everyone, let’s get started. Cassie how are your projects going?” Alex asked once everyone was settled.

“I am finished the designs for Mosaic, and I am going to be presenting them to the board today. Also, heads up I am going to be starting a project for a friend and hopefully I will be able to bring in more clients after that.”

“Good, keep me posted on how the meeting goes with Mosaic, we need to make sure that things go over smoothly. We could potentially gain a lot more clients if things go well.”

“Understood. Do you want me to call you with the client?”

“If they want to speak to me go ahead, if not update me when you get back to the office. Gabrielle, how are things going with the prospective client?”

“I met with one of the owners, Marcus, yesterday and he signed with us. There are two portions to the contract, and I am going to be working on both designs today. I have a meeting with the same owner tomorrow to go over the designs for one of the contracts tomorrow.”

“How are there two contracts? When they called me initially, they said there was only one project?”

“The nightclub is split up into two sections and when I spoke to Marcus yesterday, he stated that he wanted different designs for each space.”

“Fair enough. As usual I want you to update me on how the progress is going with that project. So that all of you know I am going to be meeting with a women’s shelter today. They are looking to redesign the shelter and are wanting our second opinion on the designs that they were given by another company.”

The meeting went in a similar fashion for another half hour before we were all able to break off and work on our own projects. I decided that since I didn’t have any other meetings today that I was going to go home and work on designs there.

“Alex, I’m going to work from home for the rest of the day, and probably tomorrow too before I head to my meeting with Marcus.” I tell Alex as I’m walking past her desk.

“Sounds good Gabrielle. One thing before you go, would you be able to swing by the office tomorrow after your meeting? There is something that göztepe escort I want to discuss with you.”

“Sure, thing Alex.”

The drive home was uneventful. I decided that I was going to call Marcus when I got home to talk to him about the double date that Lizzy and I talked about last night.

Pulling into my driveway, I noticed that my twin brother’s truck parked there. When he saw me, he got out of his truck.

“Hi Michael, what are you doing here?” I asked surprised that he made the hour drive to come see me out of the blue.

“Hi sis, John and I are going through somethings, and I was hoping that I would be able to crash with you while we sort some things out.” Michael said, looking sheepish at the mention of his boyfriend.

You see the rest of the family disowned him when he came out as being gay, and they also disowned me when they found out that I supported him.

“Michael, for one there is no need to give me that look. You know that I love John. Of course, you can stay with me. I just am going to be busy today and tomorrow with work stuff, so you are going to have to entertain yourself.” I said, worried about what was causing my brother to flee his relationship since this wasn’t like him.

“Thanks Gabs. I figured you would be busy with work; I am probably just going to spend today unpacking and getting the guest room setup. If it’s okay with you I might be living here for a while.” He said as we walked into the house. Buddy greeted us when we walked through the front door, excited that I had surprised him by coming home early and bringing Uncle Michael with me.

“I have no issue with that, you are always welcome here. You should know that. What’s going on with you and John though?” I asked as I walked into my office to setup of laptop.

“Well, you know how he and I broke up last year for a little while?” At my nod he continued “Well apparently he started a relationship with someone else. When we started talking again, he broke things off with them, but this other person contacted him last week and told him that he had tested positive for HIV. John went to go get tested, and yesterday we found out that he had also tested positive. I went to the clinic this morning to get tested and I’m waiting for the results. Gabs he lied to me when we got back together, he said that he hadn’t been with anyone else.” Michael said, leaning into my shoulder and sobbing.

“It’s going to be okay Michael; I’m assuming you came here because your mad at him and need space?” After he nodded, I thought about what the repercussions would be if Michael did end up testing positive. I knew that there were treatment options, but would they work?

“Gabs, I’m going to head upstairs and start unpacking if you need me.” Michael said after a couple of minutes.

To get my mind off the possibility of losing my only family member, I decided that now would be as good of a time as any to call Marcus.

“Hello, Marcus speaking?”

“Hi Marcus, it’s Gabrielle. Do you have a minute to chat?”

“Hi Gabrielle, you caught me at the perfect time I just finished a meeting. Is everything okay? You sound upset.”

“I’m fine, just going through some family things. I was wondering if you knew any of the members of your club?”

“Yes, I know all of them, there is a very çorlu escort specific vetting process involved in gaining access to the kink side of the club.”

“Well my friend Lizzy and her Dom Adam are members of your club, and I was wondering if you would be willing to have sort of a double date with them? It’s just dinner and drinks, Lizzy wants to meet the guy that caught my attention.”

“Adam is actually a very good friend of mine; I would definitely be willing to go out for drinks with them. What’s going on with your family?”

“Well, that’s more of a conversation to have in person. However, basically my brother showed up at my doorstep this morning and is now going to be staying with me for a while.”

“I see, well if you wanted tomorrow after our meeting to go over the club designs, would you want to go for lunch?”

“I would love to, but I have to meet with my boss afterwards about something and I don’t know how long that is going to take.”

“It doesn’t matter, I actually have the afternoon off tomorrow. I could come with you if you wanted and wait for you, and then if your free for the rest of the day we could go afterwards.”

“That sounds amazing. Speaking of your designs, I must go so I can finish them off. I will talk to you later Mr. Summerville?”

“Okay little girl, I will talk to you later.”

After a couple of hours, I was just putting the finishing touches on the designs for the front section of the club when Michael walked into my office.

“How’s work going?”

“It’s going okay, I just finished off one of the designs that I am going to presenting tomorrow. But you probably aren’t interested in talking about my work. What’s up Michael?”

“Well I was wondering if I would be able to take the best sister in the whole world out to lunch today.” Michael said with a smirk.

“Sure. Do you want to go to our usual spot?”

“Of course, I always love diner food.” Michael said with a grin.

Our lunch was spent just catching up while we ate the burger and fries that we ordered.

“So, I overheard you talking to someone named Marcus, who’s he?”

“He’s no one. Just a mutual friend with Lizzy.” I said hoping that he would leave it at just that. I really didn’t want to get into explaining how I met him right now.

“Then why were you talking about going on a double date with them? After everything that we have been through together, you know you can talk to me about stuff, right?” Michael asked with a worried look on his face.

“I know I can. There is nothing really to tell though. He’s someone that I met online, and Lizzy suggested that we go on a double date, when she found out that he and I were planning on meet up.”

Michael just shook his head and gave me a look that told me he didn’t believe me but understood that I didn’t want to go into any details. The rest of the lunch and the drive home was spent in silence.

The Next day

“Good morning Michael, the coffee in the pot is fresh, and there’s eggs in the fridge. I have to run to my meeting; I will be back later.” I tell him as he is walks into the kitchen.

“Morning sis, have a good day at work, I am probably going to go to the store to buy some stuff that I didn’t bring with me.” Michael replies before kissing me on the cheek.

Before running out ümraniye escort the door I checked to make sure that I had my phone and wallet. Of course, today of all days I would sleep in passed my alarm. Running to my car, I notice Marcus is calling me.

“Good Morning Marcus, I’m on my way in right now. Sorry I’m running a little behind so I might be a couple of minutes late.”

“Good Morning Gabrielle, that’s quite alright. I am running a little behind as well. I am about half an hour away from my work so if I get there before you, just tell the security guard that you are there to see me, and that I said it was okay for her to let you in.”

“Sounds good. I’m about the same amount of time away. I will see you in a bit.” I replied before ending the call.

Climbing into the car- my Shelby Mustang GT500-I punched the address into my Phone’s GPS before pulling out of the driveway.

Pulling up to the club, I noticed that Marcus was just getting out of his own car- a Aston Martin V12 Vantage-. Gathering my things, ensuring that I had the designs in my bag, I got out of the car and walked over to the front door where he was chatting with the security guard.

“Good Morning Gabrielle. Alyssa meet Gabrielle. She is going to be the designer for both club spaces.” Marcus says as he puts his hand on the small of my back in a protective manner.

“Nice to meet you Gabrielle, I’m the guard that works here during the day. Once you know when your contractors are going to be coming let me know.”

“Actually, it’s only going to be me working on this project. So once Marcus approves the designs, I will probably be here around 10am every day to work on things.”

“Alyssa, Gabrielle and I are going to be in my office going over the designs. When Dante gets here can you get him to come up? I want his input as well.” Marcus says before opening the metal door, and then motioning for me to enter first.

“Sure, thing boss.”

“So, to your left is the coat check area, and the front desk. That’s where patrons can buy day passes if they aren’t members or membership cards. Remind me to get you an all access pass before we leave today.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but why would I need one? I don’t even know if I am going to become a member here.”

“Well, if things go the way I want them to go between you and I, you are going to be here quite a bit, and for you to get passed the curtain you need to have a pass. I am not going to get you to pay every single time we come here as customers.”

“Okay.” I say, not quite sure how else I should respond. I am not used to getting things given to me. Nothing was ever easy growing up, and I needed to work hard for everything that I had.

“This and the front desk/ coat check area is going to be the design for the front section. And the room behind the door to your left is going to be the second design. The wall in front of us does have a portable stage against it once a month for performances, so would it be possible to have that wall a solid colour?” Marcus asks while giving me a tour of the open floor plan that the main area is composed of.

“Sure, I can do that. Why don’t we take this discussion else where and I can pull the designs out to show you what I came up with?” I suggested wanting to get through this meeting so that we could continue talking and developing a more personal relationship.

“Sure, thing right this way.” Marcus says chuckling before leading me up a set of stairs.

“So here are the designs. The wall that we spoke about downstairs has a wallpaper on it in my design, but I can change it, so it is a solid colour using paint instead.” I say before pulling out my design for Marcus to review.

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