From Trophy Wife to Slutwife Ch. 05

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Chapter One

(Karen’s POV)

It took me several days to recover from the bachelor party’s gang bang. But I’m not complaining. I never had so much cock and cum in my life. It left me craving more. Just the thought of it now has me fingering myself. MMMmmm.

My husband got me some new toys today. One is a set of Ben Wa Balls. I have them inside me now. They are very stimulating. I decided to wear them shopping before I go to the gym today. I can feel them clicking while I’m walking around. My juices are flowing. I decide to make a few purchases.

One of them was some new stilettos heels. While I’m being fitted, I decide to show the salesman some of “my” wares. I spread my legs and let him have a good look up my skirt. Of course I am not wearing any panties. What good slut would? I catch him looking at my freshly waxed pussy. I know my labia is swollen, as I can feel my juices running down my leg.

He has a nice bulge in his trousers, so I press the tip of my new shoes against it. He flushes with embarrassment. I thinks its cute. He’s an older man and you know how I love them older. Really, I love them older, younger, it doesn’t matter. He’s going to make a nice commission on these expensive shoes but I decide to give him an extra special reward.

I tell him to take me to the staff restroom in back. He tells me where it is and he meets me there. I drop to my knees and take his lovely cock out. It already has some pre-cum leaking and I lean in to lick it off. I stroke his shaft as I swallow his man meat. He moans as I take him down all the way. He doesn’t last long and I take his gift down my slutty throat.

I stuff him back in his pants and give him a playful pat before leaving with my new shoes. I’m heading over to the gym for exercise class. I go about 3x a week. I love to work out and these balls make it that much more fun. I change into my gym wear. Its a tight spandex two piece. I have to wipe down my pussy as it is leaking from all the stimulation. My nipples are pebbled and rubbing against the tight top.

When I get to class, I find that my regular instructor is not there but in her place is a guy named Max. He is a very fit black man. He is huge and I get right in front. We start with a stretch and a nice aerobic warm up. The balls are clicking together with every movement. Its so stimulating.

Before we are even started I feel my body trembling with need. Max is wearing some tight gym shorts and I can see the outline of a massive cock and huge balls. My mouth and pussy are watering. He catches me eyeing his package but I show no shame and just lick my lips. This has a nice effect on him as his cock begins to grow. OMG.

When we really get going with the workout, the balls are clicking together and I am close to orgasming. I just keep going and pushing myself. I try to maintain my control. I want to save it for later. Max is really pushing us.

The class is mainly females but there are a few guys too. I have had some fun with a few of my classmates, both girls and the guys. I have a slutty reputation here but I love it. I’m hoping to have some fun with Max after class. His semi-hard cock is bouncing right in front of me. I am having problems concentrating.

He comes right in front of me and asks if I am OK. Oh my, I can hardly answer him. My mouth is silent but my hand moves up to touch his cock, right in front of everyone. He moans as I squeeze his massive shaft. Everyone has stopped and they are watching me and Max. I am kneeling in front of him, stroking him.

I reach up and finger the elastic of his shorts and pull them down. There is a gasps from some of the other girls. His thick black cock flops out. It’s still semi hard and already about 12″. I wrap my hand around it but can’t reach around. Its so fat and thick. My mouth is watering. I lick my lips as I look up into his eyes. He is smiling.

He puts his hand on the top of my head and guides my mouth to the head. I open my lips and slowly take it into my wet mouth. Everyone is gathered closer, watching me lick and suck on his cock. I feel hands touching me. I feel someone taking my gym clothes off. Before long, I am naked.

My head is bobbing up and down on Max’s giant cock. He is grunting as he takes his pleasure in my mouth. Someone is squeezing my breasts. They are soft hands so I think it’s one of the other girls. They are tweaking my hard nipples.

I continued to stroke and suck Max’s shaft. His black cock glistens with my saliva as he fucks my mouth. Fingers enter my wet pussy. First one, then two. They are big fingers so it must be one of the other guys. They are making the Ben Wa balls click, driving me crazy. One of the girls has slipped under me and is softly licking my clit.

Hands are all over my body. My mouth is taking Max’s cock as far as I can. His thick cock is gagging me. The girl’s tongue is swirling around my engorged clit as the thick fingers pound my open hole. I am nearing orgasm and moan around Max’s cock.

His tuzla escort giant black swells and he pushes it down my throat. His hands grab my head and he starts fucking my willing mouth in earnest. The girl nibbles on my sensitive clit, as the fingers drive me to climax. Max’s cock swells and spews his thick, sticky cum down my throat. His grunts are loud, his hands hold my mouth on him, as his sends his seed down my throat.

I cum as I swallow his gift. The girl is licking the wetness coming from my pussy. The fingers keep fucking my needy hole. The wet, sloshing sounds send me over the edge again. The hands are teasing me, tweaking my pebbled nipples. Someone slaps my ass as I am writhing on the mat.

When Max pulls his withering cock out, another is there to replace it. I take it in and suck him too. He goes to his knees and I follow. I feel hands on my ass, and I lift it up and present my holes for use. I feel a nice sized cock rubbing up and down my wet labia lips. Again my ass gets slapped. I moan to encourage them.

He enters me and drives his thick cock deep inside me. Hands are still teasing me, squeezing my breasts. The cocks are fucking my mouth and cunt. I feel so full. The balls are clicking with every stroke. I am trembling with need again. My breasts are swaying. The guy in my mouth pulls out and sprays his cum on my face.

One of the girls leans in and starts licking the cum off of my face. We kiss and share his sticky jism. The guy in my pussy sees this and lets loose with his orgasm. He fill my wet pussy with his load. When he withdraws, another cock rubs against my wet lips. Then he pushes against my tight ass.

The girl that was licking my face turns and lays in front of my. She spreads her legs and I lean down and start licking her wet pussy. Her hand runs through my hair. I swirl my tongue around her clit, softly sucking it into my mouth. My ass is getting pounded. I moan into her pussy.

The cock in my ass starts to swell and he ejaculates his seed into my willing ass. I feel it throbbing as I milk his cock, wanting all of his cum. When he withdraws. I feel a soft tongue licking the cum that is oozing out of both of my holes. Two soft hands spread my cheeks as her soft tongue licks between each of my holes. I can’t hold back and cum on her face. Her tongue never stops licking me.

My tongue is driving into the girl in front of me. My nose is bumping into her engorged clitty. He moans tell me that she’s close. I reach and spread her labia and push my tongue deep inside her. I curl my tongue and try to reach her G-spot. I have a very long tongue and easily find her spongy mass. She screams to my ministrations and quickly cums all over my face.

Another girl replaces her in a 69 position. We are lapping each others pussys when someone kneels between her legs and enters her. I continue to lick her clitty and the shaft as it fucks her. I feel two strong hands on my ass. A huge cock presses against my sopping pussy. The head finally enters me. It is so fucking huge. I look back to find that it’s Max’s giant black cock.

He can’t fit all the way in because of the balls, so the girl under me reaches up and pulls them out. Max drives his cock back in and sends it to the depths of my cunt. I am so full that I cum on his huge cock. He starts to slowly move in and out, letting me adjust to his size. I can hardly concentrate.

Everyone around us is having sex now. But they are also looking at Max take my slutty cunt. His grunts get louder, his hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them so he can go deeper still. I squeeze my kegels to milk that massive cock. I can feel him throbbing and swell as he nears his second orgasm.

I’m pushing back against his thrusts. My tits are bouncing from the pounding I’m receiving. His heavy balls are slapping my engorged clit. I go off on him and my body spasms with wave after wave of pleasure. This takes him to the edge too. I can feel his thick cock pulse with every spurt of cum he sends into my needy pussy.

I can hear the sounds of orgasms around us. We have all had a great sexy workout. A few of us end up taking a shower together and some of the girls and I have some good shower fun. I take a few numbers for some later fun. One of them was Max’s number. He has one nice cock and I want him inside me again. Maybe I can get him in my ass sometime soon. I put my Ben Wa balls back in and head home.

Chapter Two

When I get home, hubby is there waiting. He can tell by my eyes that I have been out having fun. We sit down in the den and have a few drinks and talk about my day. I told him about the shoe salesman, the sexy gym class, and of course about Max. My pussy is still twitching from the thought of Max’s big fat cock.

He asks me about my new toy, the Ben Wa balls. I told him about how they made me feel while I was shopping. I also explained that maybe the gym class orgy might have been caused by my leaving pendik escort them in during class. That and the fact that there was this gigantic cock right in front of me. (Another shudder goes through my body)

He has me lift my skirt and show him my freshly fucked pussy. I lift the hem and he sees my swollen, red and pouty lips. I flick my finger across my clit and dip two fingers inside me. I’m still filled with gooey cum. I finger myself for a few minutes then lick the wetness off my fingers. I’m obviously try to goad my husband into fucking me.

He tells me to go get undressed and return to him. I hop up excited about getting used again today. I’ve already had several cocks in me and I still want more. I don’t think I can ever get enough. My husband will never have to send me back for re-education. Hell, I could go up there and teach a class or two.

I strip and return to the den where my husband has removed his clothing. I drop to my knees at his feet and start stroking his cock. I’m already licking my lips to get him in my mouth. He gets me to tell him about my day in more detail while I stroke him. I regale him with the steamy details while I stroke and lick my husband’s thick shaft. He is very rigid, and must be liking my story.

I reach between my legs and start playing with myself. He lets me go on and on about what happened. When I’m finished, he tells me to get over his lap. That he’s going to spank me for being a dirty little slut. There’s a glint in his eyes, so I know he’s not really mad at me. So I make a real presentation of getting over his knee.

He puts his throbbing cock between my thighs and rubs my upturned ass. He starts lightly slapping my ass. First one side then the other. I know he’s just warming me up. I wiggle my ass for him. This does two things, it taunts him to whip me harder and it rubs his cock between my soft inner thighs.

He takes the bait and starts whipping me harder. He moves his strokes around so I don’t get too much stimulation in one place. But before too long my entire ass is stinking from my whipping. He reaches down and grabs one of my nipples. They are rock hard as diamonds and he twists it, pulling it away from my body.

I shudder with excitement. He certainly knows my body and begins whipping me again. He keeps me on the edge of cumming. I can feel his cock throbbing between my legs. He continues to slap my ass. I feel the heat rising from it. I’m still wiggling, as I want to rub his cock so he will fuck me.

Finally he stops and tells me to get back on my knees. I look up into his eyes and know what he wants me to do. I gladly take his swollen cock into my wet mouth and suck it like my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long at all before he is cumming. He holds my mouth on him while he sends his sticky jism down my throat.

He then tells me to lay back on the floor and finger myself for him. I comply and spread my legs wide. I rub my clit for him. Then I put two fingers inside and work them in and out of my sloppy cunt. Leaning back on one elbow, I cup my breast and pinch my nipple. I add another finger and they are going in and out of my wet pussy. I look up with half lidded eyes and beg to be allowed to cum for him.

He doesn’t give me permission yet. So I continue to fuck myself, rubbing my thumb across my clit, pulling on my erect nipple. I’m begging with my eyes. He knows I am a cum whore but I wait for his nod for permission. This really makes me feel slutty. Lying on the floor with my legs spread, finger fucking myself for his pleasure, not mine.

He finally give me a nod of his head and I am lost in the throes of my orgasm. I think about sucking him off while I told him about my day, thinking about teasing the salesman and sucking him off, thinking about my gym class orgy. And of course, I’m thinking about Max’s big black cock that fucked me into oblivion this afternoon. I cum so hard I almost pass out.

My husband picks me up and holds me in his lap. He strokes my hair while I come down from the ecstasy of my orgasm. When I think again about all that transpired today, my body shudders through another orgasm. He kisses my forehead and holds me tight. I feel safe and loved.

Chapter Three

We had a nice evening after that. We cuddled by the fireplace and watched an old movie again. He was sitting on the couch and I had my head in his lap. It wasn’t a real sexual thing, but I love to lay like this with him. He was stroking my hair. It was quiet and peaceful and it gave me time to unwind from my busy day.

The next day, when we woke up, he told me that this evening he was having some clients over to finish up on some business, or as he put it, “seal the deal.” I thought it was odd because he rarely has clients to our house. Its not unheard of but nothing like this. So I was on edge about it. I asked if I needed to preparing any food or appetizers, and was told that this had already been arranged. maltepe escort So I spent most of day lounging by the pool.

Around 5pm hubby tells me that I should get ready for our company. He tells me to shower and I do. When I have finished drying off he leads me back downstairs. I’m still naked but that is the way I am around the house all of the time. He tells me to lie down on the coffee table. It’s more of padded table with soft leather but the padding is firm so that you can put drinks on it.

I am lying down, he ties my hands above my head and to the coffee table. Then my legs are tied to each of the other legs. I am spread out nicely. I’m already excited at the prospect of what will happen. My husband then proceeds to tell me that I have been getting too much dick lately and he is going to have me teased all night and this is going to put me in my place.

I’m already begging to be let loose when the group arrives. There are four men and one woman from what I can hear. They don’t immediately come into the great room. I don’t recognize the men’s voices but I know the woman’s. It’s his secretary, Connie. I call her Connie the cow, because she has such big udders. Don’t get me wrong, she is beautiful. She thin with full hips and those huge breasts. She was one of the people I was rude to at the company party that got me sent to the slutwife reform school in the first place.

I hear them talking and laughing. They are in the formal dining room and it sounds like they are eating and drinking. About two hours later, they are heading my way. They all gather around the coffee table and sit in various chairs. No one says anything to me or about me. Its like I’m not there.

Finally, my husband explains that I have been a whoring slut for the past few days and this is my punishment. They are all told to tease me, or touch me in any way they might want to, but not to let me cum. I finally see Connie, and she is wearing a white corselette. The cups are only holding her big billowy breast up and out where everyone can see her big turgid nipples. She is not wearing anything else.

She begins serving them after dinner drinks, and lighting cigars. She looks down at me as she passes by. I try to smile but it comes off as a sneer. She bends over to light someone’s cigar and I get a face full of her ass and pussy. I can see that it is already red and swollen from being played with. I thought my husband was going to use my body to “seal the deal” but it seems that Connie is the one for that tonight.

They talk about this deal they are hashing out, while some hands begin to roam my body. I’m lost in the feeling. Someone touches my breast. My nipples are already peaked but grow crinkled with need. Another hand runs down my stomach until it stops just above my clit. I try and push up to meet the hand but get a slap from my husband on my face.

This goes on for what feels like hours. I have glasses placed on me, the condensation from the ice melts and drips down my body. I have a couple of ash trays on me and lit cigars are placed there. I had to remain still so that they don’t fall out and burn my skin. I am a bundle of nerves. Still hands are stroking me. My cunt is leaking onto the table.

I can see Connie on her knees, sucking some of the men. They make comments on her pillowy boobs. One of the men ask to fuck her between her tits. She gladly offers them up. When the guy finally cums, she bends over me and lets it drip onto my face. She pushes them into my face and has me lick them clean. She moans in pleasure as I lick her soft tits.

She gets bent across me on the coffee table and is getting fucked by one guy, while giving head to another. Her soft breasts are swaying and rubbing against me. Other guys are stroking themselves while watching the show. Some of them cum and squirt their stickiness onto my body. I hear Connie moaning around his cock as he cums into her mouth. The other guy is filling her pussy with his spunk.

She again leans over me and dribbles the cum from her mouth onto my face. Then adding insult to injury, she squats over my face and presents her cum filled cunt to me. My husband tells me to clean her pussy out. I lave at her wet lips. The cum is already oozing out. I lick up every drop. She presses her cunt down onto my face and I push my tongue inside her to get the remainder.

I should feel embarrassed about this but end of loving every minute. Yes, I want to cum but I am relishing in my small part in this scene. Sure I would love to be getting fucked but my body is covered in cum. I am still licking the cum from Connie’s pussy when a large cock comes to root me out. I recognize it as my husband’s.

He rubs the head up and down her wet folds, then pushes into her. She moans, her head is right at my pussy. I feel the vibrations. She is so close, I push my hips up to tempt her but she doesn’t. He is fucking pounding her cunt, right above my face. I hear the sloshing of juices as she cum around the fat cock of my husband.

It starts dripping down into my face. I’m lapping it up. I still feel hands on my breasts and legs. One touch and I would be sent flying but no one ventures near my sex. Watching Connie getting fucked by my husband is so hot. I try and reach his shaft with my tongue. His heavy balls are hitting my head with every stroke.

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Flight to Submission

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This is a new story for me. The first few pages are scene setters so please bear with it. For those of you who read Island Discipline, this is a spin-off, involving David once again, but this time the story is about a willing submissive & her training. I hope you all enjoy!

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It was late & David was relaxing in First Class with his eyes closed. The Managing Partner of Malinson & Partners had called him with an urgent request. There had been trouble in the London office and he had asked David if he would go over and sort out the situation. It had needed all of David’s tact & diplomacy to resolve the issues that had arisen and one month later he was finally on his way back to Miami. He reran the events of the last few weeks in his mind.

It had been a volatile situation that he had walked into. There was an air of resentment & underlying fear that had been evident in most of the attitudes of the female staff, from clerical right the way through to junior partners. It had not taken him long to find out that the partner in charge of the London office, a man of senior years, had lost control of the office management, preferring instead to spend his time out on the golf links or in his London club. This had allowed a particularly aggressive partner, George Whiting, to assume the reins and surround himself with like-minded men. There were no female senior partners in evidence and David quickly discovered that the two that had been there had left a couple of months ago for different firms.

Using all of his considerable magnetism and employing delicate tact, David finally discovered what had been going on. The senior partner now in control was a bully but worse than that, he was sexually harassing the female staff. He had threatened to fire any woman who refused to grant him sexual favours and had managed to get away with this by ensuring that his coterie of supporters banded together to deny any allegations that were brought. Things had been going on in this manner for several months and the atmosphere was now explosive.

Once David had all the evidence to hand, he had made a few phone calls. Within a week he had photographic evidence of the man’s abuses, along with compromising pictures of several members of his coterie. He had called the managing partner in Miami, explained the situation and advised him of what he intended to do. Faced with overwhelming evidence, the managing partner had agreed that he would fully support David’s actions.

The next day David had walked into Whiting’s office, closed the door behind him and dropped an array of photographs onto the desk. As the colour drained from the man’s face, David informed him that he was no longer welcome at the company. The man tried to bluster that the photographs were fake but was stopped by David’s withering glance.

“You have five minutes to vacate this office,” David had said coldly.

Whiting shakily rose from behind his desk and walked towards the door.

“You’ll regret this!” he hissed.

David merely looked at him coolly and opened the door to the office. Outside, two uniformed police officers were waiting. Whiting halted in shock, unable to comprehend how completely his world was crashing down around him.

“The Bar Association has been informed of your behaviour and will be fully investigating all charges brought against you,” David informed him.

Whiting was led away by the police officers, through a corridor formed of all the female staff members who had been subjected to his abuse. His progress was accompanied by slow, derisive clapping.

David stood at the doorway to the Whiting’s office. “I want to see the following people in my office in 5 minutes,” he ordered. “Tony Conway, Philip Tomey, Lionel Marchant, Brian Delaney, Nigel Hampton.”

Murmurs arose among the female staff. The names mentioned were those of Whiting’s cronies & there was a sense of anticipation in the air. David turned & walked into Whiting’s office, seating himself behind the desk & calmly awaiting the arrival of those men he had called.

They arrived en masse, as if they felt by presenting a united front, they stood a better chance of survival. They did not know David well enough to know that this petty display of solidarity had no effect upon him whatsoever! He handed each of them a sealed envelope & instructed them to open it. Their faces drained of colour as each one revealed compromising photographs of themselves.

“Gentlemen, the behaviour you have both supported and displayed is not tolerated at Malinson & Partners,” David informed them. “With George Whiting I had no choice but to have him arrested and his abuses investigated, but to spare the firm further embarrassment, I expect to receive your resignations on my desk by the end of this morning. Furthermore,” he interrupted as a murmur arose from among them, “You will each have your final month’s salary plus bonus deducted. This money will be placed in a fund maltepe escort to undo some of the damage that you have all caused!”

The murmuring grew to a muttering.

“That will be all!” David barked. “Now get out of my sight and hand your resignation letter to the office manager on your way out.” He paused, “or do I have to call security to escort you from the premises?”

That last question did the trick. Heads hanging, the five men filed out of his office, each to make their own arrangements for leaving.

David picked up the phone and dialled a number. “It’s done,” David said when the managing partner in Miami picked up. “The ball’s in your court now,” David told him.

“Very well,” said Mr Malinson. “I’ll call Edward and suggest that it is time he takes retirement. Who do you suggest should take his place?”

David thought for a moment, wishing briefly that Kristy was still at the firm. Although now happily in a submissive relationship with Sue, she had lost none of her drive & efficiency and would have been a perfect candidate to get the office back on its feet. Thinking of her, however, sparked an idea.

“I don’t think we should appoint anyone internally,” David counselled, “the situation here is still too volatile! However, I happen to know that Amanda McInnes is looking to move to London. She has climbed as far as she can within the Miami office & if we don’t want to lose her, this may be the perfect solution. She’s strong & efficient but also has a great deal of tact. She is also one of those rare creatures who get along equally as well with men and women!”

There was a pause at the other end of the line as Malinson considered David’s suggestion.

“Well… I’m inclined to agree with you David,” he said, “but with one condition. I would like to keep you in a supervisory capacity for the first six months. If you are agreeable, I should like you to divide your time between London & Miami,” he paused, “I understand that this may place quite a burden on you, but I would feel more confident knowing that I can rely on you to pick up on any problems that might arise!”

David took his time considering what Malinson had asked of him. In a way, he was grateful that the situation with Kristy had worked out so well. It had taken far less time than he had originally anticipated for her to accept that her place was truly as a submissive and he was glad that she was now happy in a stable relationship with Sue as her Mistress. This had, however, left him at something of a loose end as he had cleared his diary of all other possible commitments in order to concentrate on the training of Kristy. Now he realised that the extra time this afforded him meant that he could, in fact, undertake the task that Malinson had requested of him. He would, of course, need to advise to Sue that he would be spending more time in London over the coming months, but knew that she would accept the situation.

“Very well, Mr Malinson,” he replied, “I will do as you request.”

“Thank you David,” Malinson said gratefully, “I will see that you are suitably compensated!”

“That is not necessary,” David replied.

“Nonsense,” Malinson said. “I know you are planning to get married next year and understand that this assignment may have a negative impact on some of the planning, so allow me to ease my conscience somewhat by doing this for you!”

There was no graceful way that David could refuse such an offer and so he reluctantly agreed to Malinson’s terms.

The next few days were spent organising counselling for female staff members & preparing the way for Amanda’s arrival. He was careful to ensure that no resentment was felt at her appointment, stressing that this had been carefully considered and made in the best interests of the firm. There was a small amount of grumbling from the male partners who had been getting used to an ‘all boys’ club, but a glance of disapproval from David’s cool grey eyes was enough to make them consider the consequences of lapsing back into bad habits!

Finally Amanda had arrived. David had spent a week with her, going over the history of the firm, the current cases in progress and more importantly, the progress that was being made in healing the damage done to the firm. They worked harmoniously together, Amanda’s quiet efficiency blending well with David’s subtle manner until both were satisfied that she had a firm grip on the company’s affairs. And now David was on the plane back to Miami, relaxing from the stress of the last few weeks.

A murmur of conversation drew his attention. Two female flight attendants were talking quietly to each other in the forward galley and the mention of a dungeon had caught his interest. He carefully opened one eye and looked to see who was talking. The two women were a contrast in appearance. One was tall & well built with a wealth of pale blonde hair neatly pinned in a French pleat. The other was slim, around 5’5 manavgat escort in David’s estimation, with elfin features and wore her shining black hair in a smooth, sleek bob.

“I can’t believe Tom thought we’d be into that!” the blonde exclaimed. “How twisted can he be to think we would actually enjoy the sight of someone being tied up & tortured!”

“Oh come on, Jenny,” said the black haired girl, “you’re exaggerating! It wasn’t that bad really! In fact,” she paused as she considered her next words, “some of it was very intriguing!”

“Stephanie!” Jenny exclaimed in shock. “You can’t be serious! You can’t actually mean that you enjoyed being there!”

“I’m not saying that I did, Jenny,” Stephanie said patiently, knowing her friend could go off at the deep end sometimes. “I’m just saying that I don’t think things were as bad as you are making them out to be. After all, if those people weren’t enjoying themselves, why were they there?” she asked.

Their conversation had spiked David’s interest. Whilst the blonde was obviously shocked at what she had seen, David was picking up that the shorter girl was, at the very least, intrigued and he was willing to lay odds that she was more than intrigued. Something in her tone of voice, a very subtle yearning told him very clearly that she had identified with and was attracted to whatever she had seen going on.

The conversation of the flight attendants moved onto other topics as David mulled over what he had heard. The situation presented a tantalising proposition. He was fairly confident that the smaller of the two women, Stephanie he thought he had heard her friend call her, was a submissive. There was an undeniable aura about her that screamed loudly to his trained eye. The question was, did he want to pursue this particular opportunity & see where it would lead or did he really have enough on his plate to manage at the moment. He watched the two women for a few minutes longer before making up his mind. He made sure that the blonde was engaged in housekeeping activities & then pressed the call button. As he had planned, the attendant called Stephanie answered the summons and bent down to quietly ask what he needed.

“It is more what I believe you need, that prompted me to summon you,” David told her in his quiet, authoritative voice.

Stephanie was startled. Whatever could he mean?

“I’m sorry Sir, I don’t understand…” she said.

David held up his hand to silence her.

“I happened to overhear your conversation earlier regarding an establishment you & your friend had been taken to.”

Stephanie stifled a gasp. She & Jenny had believed all their passengers to be asleep. She was mortified to realise that this distinguished looking man had overheard a conversation that could be considered inappropriate.

David read her expressions easily.

“I believe that in contrast to your friend, who was obviously shocked & definitely not of the mind-set to understand what was going on, you understood and, I believe, wanted to be more than just an observer of the proceedings.”

Stephanie opened her mouth to protest that she hadn’t felt any such thing, even though a tiny part of her was admitting the truth of his words.

David again held up his hand to silence her.

“Do not try to deny it, your face clearly reveals your thoughts and reactions.”

Stephanie lowered her eyes & stopped herself from any further protest.

“That’s better,” David said approvingly. “I see you are a fast learner,” he continued cryptically. “Now, I am in a position to open up some possibilities to you, ones that I believe you instinctively crave but have been too shy to acknowledge, either due to peer pressure or by your upbringing.”

Stephanie flinched. His words had struck home! All her life she had been brought up to do what was right. Although her father was easy going, her mother had been strict with definite opinions on sex. “Good girls don’t do that!” was a frequent comment that she had been exposed to throughout her teenage years and by now it was completely ingrained into her, inhibiting her enjoyment with the various partners she had been with. It didn’t help that her career as a senior flight attendant on the London – Miami route left her little opportunity to pursue a steady relationship.

In fact she had recently broken off a relationship, realising with disillusion that the guy was a complete wimp who had absolutely no idea of how to please a woman. He had only been concerned with his own pleasure. She shuddered as she recalled the abortive time she had, very much against her wishes, agreed to anal sex. He had been so persistent, telling her that she would do this if she loved him that she had finally given in. Without waiting for her to get used to the idea, he had flipped her over & ignoring her cries of pain, had forced his cock into her tight anal passage. She had been in agony as he kept thrusting şişli escort into her and was so relieved when he finally withdrew after cumming that she wept. The idiot thought she was crying because the experience had been so good and smugly said that wasn’t she glad to finally see what she had been missing! She had stared at him in disbelief before finally realising that this was the last straw. She had gathered the remains of her dignity and told him to leave & not bother coming back. The look of astonishment on his face would have made her laugh had it not been for the burning pain in her ass!

A touch of David’s hand on her arm brought her back to reality.

“I understand that my words have taken you by surprise,” David said in that firm, authoritative voice that was sending shivers up Stephanie’s spine. “If you wish to learn more about what intrigues you, then I will expect your call.” He handed over his card.

Stephanie looked at it dazedly. On the card in gilt letters were the initials D B and a US telephone number.

The cabin intercom chimed and the ‘fasten seat belts’ signs came on. The plane was on final approach to landing & Stephanie could hear the landing gear lowering into place.

David glanced at his watch, an elegant Paneria Luminor. “You have precisely 3 hours in which to decide whether you wish to call me.” He told her. “If you cannot decide in that time then do not bother to call. I do not waste my valuable time on those who are not serious about what they want!”

David could see the other flight attendant glancing curiously their way.

“You may go,” he told Stephanie.

In a daze she rose and walked back towards the galley where her friend Jenny was waiting.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

Stephanie just shook her head. “Nothing much,” she replied. “The passenger just wanted to enquire about conditions on the ground in Miami.”

Jenny looked at her sceptically. Stephanie looked as if she had been knocked for six! Whatever could that guy have said to her to spook her so badly?

“I’m going to tell him to quit harassing you,” she said determinedly.

“You won’t do any such thing!” Stephanie said sharply. “I told you what he said, now leave it alone! We have our duties to attend to. This plane will be on the ground in fifteen minutes!”

Realising it was futile to continue in the face of her friend’s determined denial, Jenny gave up and went through her duties, all the while keeping an eye on the passenger in First Class. Eventually she convinced herself that she must have imagined Stephanie’s reaction, as the passenger gave no sign that he was interested in anything other than organising his briefcase prior to landing. Stephanie also continued with her duties in her usual efficient way and in the end Jenny gave up speculating what might have happened. She did such a good job of convincing herself that nothing had actually happened, that she completely missed the significant & commanding look that David gave Stephanie as he exited the plane.

For her part, Stephanie was glad of the distraction that her duties provided her. There was a powerful magnetism exuded by the passenger in seat 2B and in spite of herself she was strongly drawn towards him. She should have been scared or at the very least indignant by his assumption that she wanted to be more involved in what she had seen going on in that dungeon. Instead, there was a small but intense quiver of excitement deep in her gut.

Throughout the trip to the hotel, with the rest of the crew chattering loudly away to each other, Stephanie sat wrapped up in her thoughts. She knew without a doubt that the man had meant everything he had said. By the time the plane had landed, the passengers had disembarked and the crew had walked through customs & onto the shuttle bus, an hour had elapsed. This left her just two hours to decide whether or not she would make the call. Her mind was screaming at her that it was stupid to even consider it, but the rest of her body was not so certain. There was an indefinable air about the man that made her instinctively trust him. His calm, self-assured demeanour was not that of a bully or worse, a predator, rather it was that of a man who was completely at ease with himself, one who was well aware of his effect on others but who chose not to abuse that power.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Jenny dug her in the side. “Hey, wake up Stephanie, you look like you’re on a different planet,” she said teasingly.

“What?” Stephanie said vaguely.

“Hey, are you alright?” Jenny said worriedly. “I knew that passenger was upsetting you!”

“No, no I’m fine,” Stephanie replied. “I’ve just got a killer headache.”

“Well that developed fast,” said her friend suspiciously.

“Not really,” Stephanie replied, desperately trying to deflect her friend’s curiosity. “It was developing all through the last hour’s flight & like an idiot, I forgot my pain killers!”

“You poor thing, why didn’t you tell me?” Jenny asked. “No wonder you looked so pale when you went to attend that passenger!”

“I know,” Stephanie smiled at her friend weakly. “To tell the truth, I thought I was going to throw up all over him!” She winced as the lie left her lips but she knew there was no way Jenny would understand what had really passed between them.

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For Sir Ch. 02 – Going for a Drive

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I barrel through the front door of our house and slam it shut behind me. With all the grace of a charging bull, I race toward the bathroom. I’m late. I’m LATE! I’m supposed to be ready and waiting. I have 24 minutes. Oh my God, I think to myself, I’ll never make it.

His instructions were so simple, be kneeling in the playroom. He told me last night, after I’d finally gotten the fucking I’d been craving, that I was ready for more. Today is the first day, and I’m going to fuck it up already. Today is the first day, and I’m late!

But work was an unmitigated disaster. A physical manifestation of Murphy’s Law; everything that could go wrong…went wrong. And now I’m home an hour later than I should be. I’m sweaty and dirty and I need to make sure I’m smooth and clean for Sir. Panic!

I shuck my clothes on my way into the bathroom, hitting a shoulder on one side of the door jamb and stumbling into the counter, knee first.

“Mother FUCKER!” I shout into my T-shirt, still halfway over my head. I drop it to the floor and clutch my sore leg with one hand, mewling pathetically while hopping toward the shower and wrenching the taps open with the other. I glance at my phone before setting it on the counter by the sink, I’m down to 22 minutes.

“Shit!”

I grab a new razor blade and multitask like a fiend, brushing my teeth while washing my hair. Sudsing my body and attempting to shave with minimal bloodletting. When I’m satisfied that I’m smooth everywhere, I shove the taps back to their off position and grab my towel. I dry with one hand while peaking at my phone…9 minutes. I’d say that’s good time but I’m unconvinced.

I leave my clothes where I dropped them and towel at my hair while dashing toward the bedroom.

As fast as I can, I slather myself in lotion and rub it in thoroughly. I rake a brush through my long, dark tresses in an attempt to tame the rats’ nest of tangles. A glance in the mirror reveals a massive need for mascara. I manage to apply it without permanent damage to my eyes and straighten from the mirror as a sound catches my ear. Did I just hear a door close? Yes. I know I did. I peek out the window and sure enough, Sir’s truck is in the driveway. Shit. I’m out of time. I take two attempts to get the mascara wand back in the tube before giving up and tossing the whole thing onto the counter in front of the mirror, then race at a dead sprint toward the playroom, throwing open the closet doors in the hallway to slow Sir as he enters and buy me precious seconds to get into place.

In the playroom, I kneel in my spot. I’m panting from exertion and adrenaline. My heart is racing. I made it. I made it. I made it. I can hear Sir chuckling and the delicate ‘snick’ of the closet door latching shut. How did I not hear his truck? He must have arrived when I was in the shower.

Without wasting a moment, Sir comes into the playroom and walks straight over to me. I am not required to keep my eyes downcast. In fact, Sir encourages eye contact, so I watch him as he approaches. He is smiling. He looks excited. I can’t decide if that’s good for me or not.

“Hello, my pumpkin,” He coos at me, running a hand tenderly through my wet hair and down my cheek.

He bends and plants a soft kiss to my brow as I murmur, “Hi, Sir.”

“Were you in a hurry today? You’ve left a mess in your wake.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say simply.

He chuckles again before extended a hand down to me and saying, “Come with me.”

I put my hand in his without much thought, but I’m confused when we leave the playroom and head back toward the bedroom. Maybe today will be another gentle day?

As we enter, Sir says “Put on a dress. Nothing else.”

What?

But I do as he says. I pull a dark blue, halter style sundress from my closet. It’s soft and comfortable. The hem falls just above my knees, so it gives me leeway with my movements before I flash the world, and the clingy fabric hugs my hourglass figure in a way that makes Sir watch me closely.

“Good girl,” he says approvingly, and takes my hand once more. We move toward the front door, and although I’m dying to know what’s happening, I don’t question him. He nods toward a pair of sandals I’ve left haphazardly tossed by the front door, and I slip my feet into them as we leave the house.

Sir keeps my hand clasped in his as we circle to the passenger door. He opens it, and gives my bum a gentle pat as he says, “In you go,”

I climb in, being less cautious about flashing, since it’s for my Sir’s eyes, and give him a saucy smirk when I catch his eyes focused on my bare ass while he closes the door behind me.

I watch him circle to his door, taking in everything about him. Everything about this man breathes fire into the heart of me. His gait is confident, steady. It’s the walk of a man that knows exactly what he’s doing, but isn’t cocky in the least. His dress is casual, a t-shirt and work pants. His work boots have already been exchanged for sneakers. A ball cap sits low over his eyes, and they şişli escort glow with energy as he flashes me a smile while climbing into the driver’s seat. I must look as nervous as I feel, because his gaze softens for a moment as he reaches over and grasps the back of my neck, pulling me to meet his mouth. I melt into him while his tongue swirls against mine. When he pulls back, it’s only far enough to say, “it’s go time, pumpkin. You get the radio today.”

YAY!! Sir is…a few…years older than me, and as such, our musical tastes are divided. While he prefers to just listen to the purr of his Precious’ diesel engine, I prefer rock. Loud rock. I quickly take advantage before he can change his mind, and connect my phone to Precious’ Bluetooth, cranking the volume until Sir gives me a sidelong, raised eyebrows look. Deciding not to push my luck, I sit back in my seat and bop to the heavy drums of a Godsmack song. Sir casts his eyes heavenward for a moment, but says nothing, pulling out into the laneway and setting off.

I’m curious but unconcerned when, a short while later, Sir pulls off the road. We’re on a gravel side concession, with only farmers fields around us. He puts the truck into park and says simply, “out.”

I open my door and hop onto the soft shoulder of the road, being cautious of the steep incline of the ditch while making my way to the truck bed, where Sir is folding back the cover. In the truck bed is a solid looking piece of wood, with what appears to be padding in some places, and raised portions in others. It’s anchored into place, but I can’t comprehend what it is. He climbs into the truck bed and extends a hand toward me, “come here, sweetie.”

I take his hand and climb up. My curiosity is mounting, but I don’t hesitate, and I have no idea what I’m seeing. He pats a padded section of the board and says, “sit right here.”

It doesn’t look like a seat, but I do as he says, and jump slightly as his hands reach behind my neck for the knot of my halter. He stops for a moment.

“Dress off, pumpkin,”

My eyes dart around us quickly as my heart speeds up. There’s no one around, but what if someone sees?

By the time I bring my eyes back to Sir, he’s pulled a black blindfold out of a bin I hadn’t noticed in the corner. Has that always been in his truck?

Without a word, he slides the blindfold over my head, adjusting my hair gently and making sure it sits snugly over my eyes. Immediately, I begin to relax. When his hands find the knot again, I don’t try to stop him. I shimmy my bottom as he pulls the dress down my legs, leaving me naked and exposed in the back of the truck, and then his calloused palms are encouraging me to lay back. The padding on the wood meets my back, the upraised portion sitting against the top of my shoulders and against my waist, preventing me from moving around on the board.

I try to relax, and I listen closely to Sir’s movements, trying to predict what’s going to happen. Are we going to play here? Right in the truck, outside?

I comply without thought as Sir takes my right hand and extends it up and to the side. A soft rope loops my wrist, and he pulls it tight and moves to the corner of the truck. I can hear him tying the rope into place. He repeats the process on my other side, and a quick tug on my binds tells me that I’m stuck.

My nervousness and excitement heighten; my heart beating fast in my chest as I strain to hear his next movements. He approaches me, and I’m startled when his hands grasp mine. They slide down my arms, his rough palms leaving goosebumps in their wake. My body responds to him automatically. I begin to relax, and my core tightens at his touch. A moan leaves my mouth when his hands run over my chest, caressing my breasts, tugging at my hardened nipples before making their way down my stomach and then retracing their path back up my body. His mouth meets mine, and I kiss him eagerly, hungrily. I arch into his hands and feel my pussy clench as he whispers, “such a pretty girl,” in my ear.

My pale skin feels flushed pink when I feel him step back from me, he moves around my body and parts my knees with a coaxing hand. I spread them easily for my Sir, knowing he can see how much I want him. The evidence of my arousal is obvious. His hands grip my thighs hard, spreading them wider. I imagine the concentration on his face as he takes in the scene laid out before him.

Rope loops my right leg, above my knee, and it’s tied off so that my knee is pulled as far and wide as it can go; just shy of uncomfortable. Sir gives my inner thigh a squeeze before repeating the process with my other leg. Submitting to his ministrations only adds fuel to the fire, and I can feel my wetness on my spread lips as cool air touches my most sensitive skin.

Sir moves to my ankles next. Roping one, then the other, tying them so I have no way to clench my legs together. No way to shield my exposed pussy. With the placement of the board and the tuzla escort ropes, I can’t squirm away. I grip the ropes at my hands, and test the hold on my legs. I’m tied down tight. I can’t move at all. I’m at his mercy.

He moves around me, and I hear him rummaging. I strain to imagine what he’s doing, trying to predict what happens next. I’m nervous about someone seeing me, but with the blindfold, I’m relieved of the constant need to look around me. Sir will take care of me.

When he returns to his space between my legs, my heart picks up it’s pace. I ache for his touch. I can sense him there, but he’s not moving. He’s watching me.

“Look at you, my beauty,” he coos at me, “What a pretty sight you make.”

I hear the click of his phone. He’s taking a picture of me. I can feel a blush spread through my body as I imagine what I look like.

“Now that I have you here, what should I do with you? I don’t know where to start,” he says, running a finger up my right thigh, from my knee, moving ever closer to where I want him. When he reaches the apex of my thigh, he slides his finger gently along my slit. A whimper escapes me, and I strain to get closer to his touch.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, and he leans over me. I sense his presence, but he doesn’t touch me except to run his dampened finger over my bottom lip, “taste,” he commands.

My tongue darts out to sweep up my wetness, and he pushes his finger into my mouth. I suck eagerly, taking in my own flavour. He pulls his finger from between my lips and grips the back of my neck. His mouth crashes into mine and his tongue shoves into my mouth possessively. I meet his tongue thrust for thrust, yielding to his kiss. And when he pulls back to trail hot kisses down my neck, I’m panting. I want to touch him. Badly. I tug on my ropes and let out a frustrated whine as his mouth clamps onto my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I arch into his touch, and gasp when one of his hands dips down to my core, stroking me. I squirm as much as my bonds allow, and let out a long, quiet moan when his finger slides inside me. Just a gentle dip, once. Twice. And then more firmly. And then he fingers me hard and fast, in a way he knows drives me crazy. But as quickly as he begins, he stops. Pulling his fingers from my soaked sex and shuffling with something else.

A click, and then a steady buzzing. SHIT. He’s brought the wand. There will be orgasms today. Hard orgasms.

I buck the instant he makes contact against me with the vibrating head. The powerful sensation is both delicious and overwhelming. I moan as Sir slides it over my clit, looking for just the right place.

“Tell me where, pumpkin,” he says. And I arch as he hits it.

“There, Sir,” I breath.

He holds the wand in place, and I writhe against it. I hardly notice when he begins to lay more rope over me, looping it and knotting it around my thighs. When I realize what he’s doing, creating a harness to hold the wand in place, I squirm.

“Hold still,” He commands, and flips the wand off.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, but I’m not so sure if I’m going to like this as much as I’d hoped.

When he finishes, the wand sits snugly against me. Pressing firmly against my button. He flicks it back on and I jolt and clench. I hear him hop down from the truck and move away.

The wand turns off, and I relax. He must have unplugged it inside the truck.

Sir spends a moment running his hands over me, warming my skin, before asking, “Your phone is in the truck?”

Huh?

“Uh…yes, Sir,” I say. My confusion obvious in my voice. And the air stirs around me as he moves away.

I shift restlessly, waiting for what comes next. The pressure of the wand sitting tight against my clit makes me wriggle. A few moments later Sir is beside me again, pushing back my hair and sliding something into my ear. What the fuck?

“Say something,” he orders.

“Like what?”

And I hear my voice echo strangely

He pulls away and says from a further distance, “again.”

“What?” I say.

He comes back toward me and says, “perfect. Relax, pumpkin, this is going to be fun.”

“What is?”

“We’re going to play a game,” he says, “We’re going to take a drive, and you’re going to cum for me, but only when you have permission. When you feel yourself getting close, you must ask. If I give you permission, you’ll hear me honk the horn. If I don’t, there will be no honk.”

“I don’t understand, Sir…a honk?”

He chuckles, and moves away from me, “you will.”

And when I hear him shuffling again, and see darkness spreading at the edges of the blindfold, I realize he’s closing the box cover over me.

What the hell is happening?

“Try not to be too loud, we don’t want people to think I’m torturing you,” he says smugly, before the tailgate closes loudly.

I breath for a minute. Trying to assess the situation.

“Can you hear me?”

Sir’s pendik escort voice comes through strong and clear on the headset he’s slid into my ear.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” and with that, the truck starts up. It’s heavy rumble jolting me.

The wand turns on, and I gasp. The buzzing pressure is right where I need it, and I roll my hips against it as much as I’m able. The truck begins to move, and the added rumble makes my whole body heat up. Within moments, I’m relaxing onto the board, realizing that it’s design is to hold me in place as the truck moves and turns. I sigh and rock against the vibrator, letting the changes in pressure move me steadily toward my first orgasm. It feels so good.

I can hear the whir of passing cars, and each time we pause I wonder if other drivers can hear me moaning and panting.

I feel naughty, strapped down naked in the back of my Sir’s truck, knees wide and pussy open and weeping. I want my Sir’s cock, and I wonder if we’re going somewhere so he can fuck me. I let my mind wander as molten heat builds in my sex. I arch my hips away from the vibrating head as much as I can, tensing to give myself a break from the buzzing, before releasing and letting it sit snugly against my clit once more. My breathing is becoming shallow and panting, and my pussy aches to be filled. I’m going to cum, and then I remember the headset and my instructions.

“Sir? May I please cum?” I say quietly, and I wait. No honk.

I arch away from the vibrating head again, attempting to ease the pressure so I can stave off my orgasm. A moment later, I try again, more loudly.

“Sir? May I please cum?”

Honk.

I sigh in deep pleasure and relax into the vibrator, letting it shove me over the edge and moan quietly as my orgasm sweeps through me.

Before the first is even completely passed, I feel another building inside me.

“Again, Sir?” and the honk is almost immediate. As my second orgasm rolls through me, I gasp and buck, moaning long and low as my pussy spasms over and over. Finally, it eases, and I sink into the board with a happy sigh.

“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur, and I hear my Sir’s throaty chuckle through the headset.

My clit is sensitive after my orgasms, and I arch away from the wand again. Enjoying the indirect pressure as I come down. I’m moaning quietly, arching my back and tugging on the ropes holding my arms in place. God, this feeling is amazing. But my Sir is too far away. I want his hands on me. His mouth on me. I want my tongue on him. I want to be sucking on him while ride out my orgasms, so much so that my mouth waters in hunger for him.

My thoughts build heat inside me, and soon I am close to another orgasm.

“Sir,” I moan, “Can I please cum?”

No honk. I arch away from the wand and whine. I’m so close.

“Please Sir, can I cum?”

No honk.

My muscles are protesting holding my position, but if I relax, the wand will force me to orgasm. I strain to hold myself still, my thighs and abs shaking.

“Sir, please?”

No honk.

I’m panting now, even the indirect pressure is too much. My pussy is tightening, my orgasm building as I fight to hold it off. I can’t cum, I don’t have permission.

No. No. No.

“Sir…” I practically beg, but no honk, and I clamp my eyes shut and grit my teeth as I cum anyway. Heat and desire rolling through me, my breath hitching as I realize what I’ve done.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say quickly, but hear only silence in return.

My clit throbs and twitches in sensitivity, I’m still arched away from the vibrator. But the sensation is so overwhelming now, I feel another orgasm building deep in my pussy, and I’m helpless against it.

“Sir, can I please cum?”

Honk. God, yes.

“Mmm,” is all I can get out. I can feel my juices leaking from my soaked pussy. I’m desperate for my Sir’s cock, my mind fixated on the thought of him pounding into my aching cunt.

“Sir, please?” I say again, and my muscles quiver. I can’t hold away from the wand much longer.

No honk.

“Sir, PLEASE,” I try again. Nothing. And I’m helpless to fight it when my muscles involuntarily let go, leaving the strong buzz of the wand solidly against my sensitive, throbbing clit.

I cum. I can’t help it. I cum hard and deep, with a long, keening moan, and a sobbed, “Sir.”

I can’t arch away from the wand anymore, and I slide from one orgasm directly into another.

“Sir, pleeeeease.” Honk. Oh thank God.

I buck and twitch, too sensitive to enjoy it fully. I arch away from the wand, but can’t hold it, and fall back with the wand tight against me.

Fuck. I’m going to die. My heart is pounding, my body is covered in a sheen of sweat from the intensity of my orgasms and the strain of holding off; rivulets glide down my temples. My eyes water from the overwhelming sensations. The heavy buzz of the toy is too much.

“Sir, please,” I whimper, “I can’t.”

But the toy keeps going. My shaking thighs and abs can’t hold the toy away from me, and it drives me to another orgasm.

“Sir, please,” again, no honk, and I topple over the edge of another orgasm regardless. My watering eyes overflow, mixing with sweat as they skirt the edges of my blindfold and roll down my temples. My moan is pitiful, even to my own ears.

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Forgiveness

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Sitting on the couch, waiting. I knew something was coming, but I wasn’t sure what. I was bad, and my husband knew. He wasn’t going to let it go. I wasn’t really worried… he’s usually not very strict with me; he loves me too much. I’m so grateful that he’s forgiving and patient, but this time I wondered if I’ve gone too far. He’s been gone for a week, and sometimes I get horny, but I don’t want to pester him. When we talked, I didn’t want to burden him with it, so I had watched some porn earlier in the afternoon and got myself off. 2 counts against me. I suppose I could’ve kept my mouth shut, but I felt so guilty. He’s so perfect, I can’t lie to him. So I told on myself. He didn’t get mad at me, he understood that I got lonely and needed release, but he was displeased that I didn’t ask first. I hated myself for it. I wished he would get mad, I deserved it. I felt dirty. All he did was say he doesn’t like it, and that he thinks he has a way to fix the problem, at least temporarily. I was all for it, I hated being a disappointment.

He had asked me to be waiting, standing by the door when he got home, so I was listening intently. I heard him fumble at the door handle and I jumped, running to the kitchen and standing where he’d told me. The door opened and he came in, setting his things down and freeing up his hands before he turned to look at me. He was smiling, and I saw him sneakily push a grocery bag behind him with his foot. I raised an eyebrow quizzically, and he just shook his head, indicating I wasn’t to ask questions. He held out his arms invitingly.

“Hello Love.” I slipped into his arms and hugged him tightly. I’d missed him so much, I didn’t even care that he smelled like he’d been working or that his hair was a mess. The scraggly overgrowth on his cheeks and untrimmed beard reminded me how long it’s been since I’d seen him, and the tightness with which he held my slightly bulging frame showed me he’d missed me too. I grunt as he squeezes just a bit too tight, and he releases, looking down at my belly and smiling. “You taking care of my little boy in there? I think you’ve grown a bit.”

“Yes, I think so too… he’s been missing his daddy though. Gave me an awful backache this morning.”

Concern flashed briefly across his handsome face. “You okay now? I don’t wanna hurt you… badly.”

Alarms went off in my head. ‘Badly?’ I thought. A shiver ran down my spine and our eyes met. “No, I’m fine now. Why?”

A slight grin tugged at the corner of his lip. “You’ve broken the rules Love. Did you think I’d forget?”

My heart skipped several beats when he gently ran his thumb across my jawline, the other four fingers wrapping firmly behind my neck and holding my body in place. I can feel the strength in them, and every hair on my body is standing on end. “No, I guess not.” I replied lamely, dropping my eyes to look at a random stain on his bright green work shirt.

“That’s right, I haven’t. And do you remember what I told you?”

“That you’re not mad, and you think you know how to fix the problem.” My breath was shallow, and despite myself I could feel my nipples start to harden and my crotch getting slick with arousal. We’ve played around quite a bit with Dominance and submission, so we are by no means new to it, and it’s always pretty clear when a scene begins and ends. Him speaking to me in this manner was a very clear request of my consent.

He’s a very loving Dom, and sometimes I don’t feel I deserve him. But other times I wonder what it would be like to really be afraid for once. Knowing that obedience really was the better choice. Sometimes I just want to act up and test him, but it seems impossible to make him angry. He knows I’m a brat, but instead of breaking me, he simply waits until I do as I’m told most times.

“Yes. Look at me.” His hand slid forward until his fingers could grasp my throat, then he tightened them ever so slightly, reminding me that he could make it much worse if he chose. I lifted my eyes to his, and my legs turned to jelly as I saw that, while his face was stern, those beautiful green eyes were absolutely burning with lust. I reached out and putting both my hands on his chest, feeling his nipples beneath his shirt.

It only lasted for a split second before the pressure on my neck ceased, only to be applied to my arms as he roughly gripped my wrists and yanked them away from his body, forcing me back hard against the front door, pinning me hard and knocking the breath out of me.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, Bitch?”

My breath hitched again and I stared at his face in disbelief, my eyes widening as I realized what he really had in mind for the night. I remained silent, breathing heavily and staring at that irresistible face, begging him to take me with my eyes. I wriggled my wrists, trying to free them. He noticed instantly, and his face deepened into a scowl. Lifting up my arms, he crossed my left wrist over the right one, and gripped both securely with his big, strong left hand, keeping me pinned to the door. A moment later, a sting erupted over the left side of my face as he slapped me. It hurt, but only enough to shock me. “Answer me!”

“I…I erzurum escort just wanted to touch you!” I managed to squeak out, still recovering from the slap.

“You know better. When you’re in trouble, you don’t get to touch.” His now free hand wandered to my shoulder, pushing my sleeve down slightly so my bra strap showed. It was my lacy grey one with the removable straps. He nodded with approval before saying. “I am going to shower. You are going to wear the shirt I bought you. Put it on, with your grey pants that I like. The paint stained ones. No underwear. Keep that bra. Sit on the couch and wait for me. Did you shower like I told you to?”

My mind raced. He had texted me 30 minutes before coming home and asked if I would wash myself and shave everything, except the small strip of hair I always leave on my crotch. I didn’t think much of it, but I was surprised he didn’t want me to wait for him to get home. Now it all made sense. He had been planning this. “Yes, of course. You asked me to.”

“Good girl. Do as you’re told. NOW.” He let go of my hands and let them drop, gripping my shoulder tightly before releasing me entirely and stepping back. He reached into his grocery bag and pulled out a thin white tank top, probably from a $3 rack at Walmart. I took it obediently and went towards the bedroom to change. As I passed, he grabbed and squeezed my ass, hard enough to make me gasp slightly as the muscle twitched in protest. I knew better than to look back at him, and continued on my way. As I changed, I could hear his trimmers buzzing, followed by the sink running as he brushed his teeth and shaved off the stubble from the week. Then the shower water. By this time I had finished dressing and sat on the couch. I was dying to know what else was in the mysterious bag, but I also knew that it would not go well if he caught me peeking, so I refrained.

It felt like an eternity before he finally stepped out of the bathroom, and to my utter dismay, he had his towel wrapped around his waist, covering his package. He quickly strode across the room, grabbed his bag, turned, and went into the bedroom and shut the door before I could say anything. I wiggled uncomfortably for a few more minutes, listening and hearing the rattle and clink of our bondage gear and the rattle of the plastic bag.

Finally, the door opened. He was dressed again, jeans and a cowboy shirt, and he had the mysterious bag still in tow. He walked into the kitchen again, looking at me lustily. “Come here.” I obeyed without hesitation this time. I stood where he pointed, eyes searching his face for some hint or clue of his emotions. He was stoic, stern, unwavering. He eyed me hungrily, scanning to see if I’d followed instructions, and smiling at the snug fit of the shirt he’d bought. It clung to my every curve and was very slightly see through, and clearly he was pleased. “Here’s how this is going to go. You have been a bad girl, and you need to be taught better. You may fight back, but understand that there will be consequences for your disobedience. I am not angry with you, but I do not want you to forget this. You do not speak unless I ask you a direct question. If you do, you will be punished. The exception to this is your safewords. Do you know them?”

I try to contain my excitement as I reply; “Yes. Yellow means I am nearing my limit and would like you to move on or be more gentle. Red means everything stops.”

“Good. Are you ready to begin?”

I take a deep shaky breath. I don’t know why I’m nervous. He’s never given me more than I can take. I trust him; if anything he’s always been too lax with me when it comes to a punishment. But this time, there was something in his eyes. Something unforgiving. Something dangerous, and it turned me on. “Yes, I’m ready.”

The breath whooshed out of my body as I was slammed against the kitchen door again, but this time with my back to him. He wrestled my arms behind my back roughly, and I heard the clink of metal behind me. He had the cold handcuff around my right wrist so fast I barely knew what was happening. My instincts took over and I struggled to free my other hand before he could imprison it. He grunted with disapproval and clicked the other cuff shut, making it slightly too tight. A moment later, my face was pressed against the door and he held it there by my hair, his tight grip almost making my eyes water. I grunted and wriggled under his iron fist, unable to speak.

“You bitch… we’ve only just started! Are you testing me?”

I Stayed silent, eyes closed and waited. A swift, hard smack on my ass brought me back. “No! I… I’m not testing you.”

He grunted, unconvinced. Still holding my head still, he released my cuffs, knowing I couldn’t get free, and started to speak again. “I have some new things for tonight. You do not have the option of picking and choosing. You take it all, or none. Do you want to use your safeword?”

“No.” I managed to grunt. He nodded with approval before releasing my head and bending down to retrieve something from the bag. He held me still against the door with his hip, and I could hear eskişehir escort the clink of a metal buckle. He grabbed a fistful of hair again and pulled my head back sharply, and I saw what we had. A black leather blindfold with soft padded lining. I sucked in an excited breath and he laughed throatily.

“Are you gonna be good and let me put this on?” I nodded and held still while he smoothed my hair down, stroking it gently almost as an apology for pulling so hard. He slid the blindfold over my eyes and the world went dark as he buckled it behind my hair. He pulled it tight, tighter than I had expected, and growled in my ear, “So you don’t get any big ideas about pulling it off.” That was fair, I’d done that before and he had been very displeased with me.

I nodded again, and started to say something, when a loud smack on my ass made me gasp. “Remember what I told you? Clearly you aren’t a very good listener. Stay put, like this. Do not move, understand?”

“Yes.” He paused, then released me. I could hear him briefly going into the bedroom, but then he fell so quiet I couldn’t tell where he was standing. I wriggled anxiously, only to receive another smack, this time on my left ass cheek. I yelped and reflexively flinched away, as this had been harder than the earlier hits, and it really stung. He was getting frustrated, I could tell.

He sighed. “You just can’t get this through your head, can you? Fine.” He grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open, shoving a knot of fabric into my mouth, which I quickly realized was my green scarf as he wrapped it around my head and then back to the front, covering my mouth and muffling my protests and squeals. “I don’t want you giving up on me too easy, you little slut. No safe words for you.” Once he finished his handiwork, he put a hand on my spine and pushed me against the door again, squashing my breasts. Putting his mouth right by my ear, he whispered threateningly “If you are too much of a pussy to take what I can give you, thump your foot or hands twice on whatever is closest to you. That is your only escape. Show me.”

My whole body on fire with the thrill of the danger, I thumped my foot twice on the floor as instructed. He nibbled on my ear affectionately for a moment, as though to remind me that my gentle, loving husband was still in him, before grabbing me by the handcuffs and alternately dragging and shoving me in the general direction of the bedroom. He shoved me roughly down onto the bed. “Stay, or I will make you hurt.” The threat was so real, and his voice was so deep, a hot blast of fear coursed through my body and held me in place. I knew he meant it.

I could hear the clinking of metal, and shivered as he touched my arm deceptively gently, running his fingers over the bare parts of my skin. Then I felt the leather cuff encircle my arm, just above the metal ones. Once I was fully buckled in, he spoke. “I’m going to take the handcuffs off now. If you fight me, you will suffer. If you cooperate, this will go better for you. Your choice.”

For the first time in my life, it actually occurred to me that it might not be the best idea to anger him further. I nodded, and he unlocked the cuffs. He kept my hands behind my back with the leather ones, but turned my body to face him. He was standing, and I was kneeling on the bed. I could hear him suck in a breath, and then felt his strong, rough hand grab my right breast. I gasped in shock, instinctively pulling away from the pressure. Growl.

The tearing of fabric filled my ears as he took two fistfuls of the thin white shirt and pulled, ripping it apart and exposing my bra. I whimpered in fear, pain and arousal, pulling at my cuffs as he grabbed both my breasts and squeezed them hard. He shoved me onto my back and was straddling me in an instant, tearing and pulling at the fabric of my shirt until it he could toss it away. I felt him unhook the straps of my bra in the front before twisting my body far enough to undo the back, leaving my torso completely exposed. He pushed me down flat again, using my own weight to pin my arms behind me.

A scream tried to worm it’s way around the gag as he took both breasts and squeezed them tightly, twisting my hard, sensitive nipples and making them even harder. It hurt, but stronger than the pain was my adrenaline pumping. I was loving every second of this. I couldn’t help squirming, but I did not want him to stop.

He finally let go of my nipples, which were probably red by now, and climbed off me, freeing my hips and legs so he could tear off my pants, leaving me totally bare in the warm air. I struggled to sit up when he grabbed my cuffs and detached them from each other, only to reattach them to opposite sides of the headboard. I was now facing the wall, on my knees, bound, gagged and blindfolded tightly, completely naked and on display. He got off the bed and there was agonizing silence. After a long moment, I heard the clink of his belt buckle, and subsequent slide of leather on jeans as he pulled it off. I shuddered, knowing my fate. He’d never used a belt before. The thick leather strap rested down on my ass for gaziantep escort a moment, before he asked;

“Do you know why I am going to beat you?” Unable to speak, I just nodded. “You have been rebellious from the moment I came home. That’s unacceptable.” I nodded again, surprised that he made no mention of my masturbation. “I’m going to use the belt 10 times. If you flinch or pull away, the count begins again. You will not be punished for making noise. Understand?” I nodded weakly, hanging my head down and gripping the familiar wood of the headboard in preparation. The first hit wasn’t very hard, but it still shocked me. It landed across my right ass cheek, heat spreading outward. “One. Keep count in your head.” I nodded again, my mind foggy with sensation and arousal. Two. The second stroke fell on the other side, slightly harder than the first. Strict, not painful. I kept perfectly still and silent. The hits were several seconds apart, allowing me to adjust. The third stroke was harder than the first two, and each subsequent hit got harder and harder until I could no longer stay quiet. I whimpered at eight, squealed at nine, and as the tenth stroke of the belt fell, a little sob wracked my body. My ass was hot and aggravated, my fingers hurt from gripping the wood so tightly, and I felt a gush of fluid rush out from my pussy and slide down my thighs.

“Good girl. Very good.” His hands gently touched my red skin and I shuddered. It felt so soft and sweet after the belt. He caressed my ass, tickling and massaging it thoroughly, removing all memory of hurt and replacing it with delicious warmth. I instinctively parted my legs and bent further forward, exposing my pussy and showing the shining streak of fluid on my thighs. A throaty, sex-laced laugh worked it’s way out of his throat as he ran his fingers up my thighs, coating them in my juices, but not touching my pussy. “You little slut! You’re loving this aren’t you?”

I whined and pushed my ass closer to him, nodding slightly and pulling at my wrists. “You want me to let you bend over?” I nodded enthusiastically, trying to push my hips down to get his dancing fingers closer to my throbbing clit. He laughed at my effort, pulling his hands away. “Very well. But your punishment is not over.” He ran his hand along my spine, tickling it and making me arch like a cat, moaning with pleasure.

His hands continued to explore, slowly and deliberately, until he landed at my sensitive, rock hard nipples. “Even your nipples are leaking for me!” He exclaimed, smearing the milk over them and gently pinching and pulling. I was moaning and writhing, trying to beg him to suck on them, but the gag kept me quiet. Somehow, he knew, and said, “You look so delicious right now… I’m tempted to have a little snack.” I nodded furiously, pushing my breasts out as close to him as I could get them, making them as enticing as I could, which I knew would drive him insane. I could hear him suck in a breath, and he growled, low and threatening, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

Knowing I wouldn’t get away with the lie, I just slowly nodded my head, hanging it again in shame. “You bad girl… This won’t feel good.” A blast of pressure erupted from my right breast as he latched on, sucking hard. I cried out and my body thrashed, overwhelmed with the flood of sensation. He grabbed and twisted my other nipple fiercely while he continued to suck. Either he lessened up, or my body adjusted, because it wasn’t long before I was pushing my breasts forward again, begging him to suck me harder. He obliged this time, getting a boob in each fist and squeezing them as he switched back and forth, sucking on each nipple and lapping up the fluid that was starting to leak freely and drip onto the bedsheets below me.

After what felt like a very long time, he pulled back and gave my nipples a final pinch, before grabbing something off of my bedside table. I heard the chain rattle just before the clamps tightened around my sensitive buds. I whimpered again as he released me, feeling the weight of the chain as it swung and tugged on my nipples.

He leaned back, then said; “Time for you to bend over for me. I’m going to release you. Put your wrists together over your head, and stick that ass out.” I nodded eagerly, and obeyed. He swiftly clipped my wrists together and chained them to the center bedpost. He kindly slid a pillow under my arms and head, allowing me to bury my face in it and take the weight off my arms. As I got comfortable, feeling the nipple clamp chain pulling on me, I could hear him undressing, and my breath came in shorter gasps. “I think I will take off the blindfold and gag now. Have you learned not to be a bitch?” I whined and nodded, so happy that I’d earned that freedom. He took the gag off first and let me work my jaw. I hadn’t even noticed the soreness until then. Next came the blindfold. I squinted at the brightness of the light after so long in the dark, but my eyes slowly adjusted and I could see his sexy figure sitting next to and slightly behind me. He stroked my hair off of my face and smiled gently, running his fingers over my neck. He leaned forward and placed a tender, lingering kiss on my forehead. It felt so loving, so sweet, so gentle and so sincere, I almost wondered if he was going to forget about punishing me any further. In that moment, all I could think about was tasting him. His lips, his salty, hot skin, his delicious precum which I was sure had slicked up his hard penis by now. Before I could say anything, he pulled away, and spoke.

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The rest of the weekend went smoothly with nothing much happening out of the ordinary for a change. Monday at work was a different story. At least I was settled and had my first cup of coffee. Nothing much going on but testing of the faulty boards. As I had guessed would happen, Kathy came in with a soured look on her face.

I had a long chat with Kathy, most of it ancient history but there were quite a few surprising facts I didn’t know. Her problem of skirting the real issues bothering her then making incomprehensible statements that need extensive questioning to garner the true meaning makes it difficult. It is like pulling teeth sometimes.

First off, Kathy had already acquired her present job due to seniority and not what I had heard via the rumor mill. She wished she had made her move at the party mixer to be my dance partner instead of me being on the auction block that night. She was conflicted in doing so because of the rumor mill. I understood as I could hear the rumors, she slept her way into the job to put it mildly. Most rumors go in one ear and out the other for me and I don’t start any either. Just like Meg at the last party, I wonder what the rumors were and whether anybody put two and two together like I guessed.

Kathy had found out something about my ex and confronted her with it before Valentines Day. She said my ex would have turned me down if I did propose. The ex was just biding her time to move out after that and maybe before that. She wouldn’t or couldn’t tell me what it was about. I didn’t push the issue on this item, I’ll let it be her secret and felt it was inconsequential now anyway.

Kathy was in love with me from the moment we met and still is. The love is more like the bond between brother and sister or BFF/FWB but not as a real couple. I was sure I knew what she was driving at and I felt the same way now. Puppy was the driving force in me understanding this issue. I am not sure there is an actual word to describe it. Storge is the only close conceptual possibility I know.

Her biggest fantasy about me is corny as well, her words not mine. She has tried it several times but always with the same outcome with me, she gets drunk and sick. Without me in the picture, she doesn’t drink as much and wears her toys out when she gets home. I thought it was all funny myself. At my birthday party, her getting drunk was triggered by a sudden bad memory then aided by the pool drinking game.

Her original idea was to drag me out the door before the pool idea came up. At the time it probably wouldn’t have happened, I have a different perspective now.

She was hoping for another chance Friday night the way things started and was loving it. Her little problem and the fact she did get sick started the downhill slide. She wasn’t exactly sure why she got sick but thought it was either nerves or possibly all the action with her bouncing stomach, maybe a combination. Add that in with me fucking Jenifer which is what she wanted and me yelling at her was the final straw that caused her emotional breakdown. She just had that odd rush of total failure again. She was just looking for some sign of praise from me after that, a touch, anything, while sucking my cock. When I told her to go take care of Mike, she wanted to prove to me she could do the job and felt better afterward. Mainly because Mike praised her for a job well done.

I had to think hard about the exact order I gave her, if I had phrased the order differently all would have been well. At the time, her look told me she didn’t really want to perform the task I gave her. Something I definitely had to keep in mind for future reference and ask Puppy about.

She told me she didn’t agree completely with the lifestyle but some of it looked like a fun diversion if kept mild. Both of them had already agreed to do it again so I could teach them more. She also wanted me to fulfill her fantasy next time. I told her we could set up a weekend date every now and then. I told her I wouldn’t play with her without Mike and Jenifer present or consent. She was ecstatically happy about that.

She also told me she thought about calling the company shrink at one time. We were doing the cost and budget analysis back in late march or early April. Lilly was the accountant that was sent to help. A very cute and petite Asian woman, half Japanese I think. Kathy went on a coffee run and when she returned, Lilly was actually naked from the waist down for several minutes and I didn’t even notice and was standing beside her almost touching. She said it wasn’t an accident either and maybe felt she had run out of time from making her advances more obvious. My life was in a shambles and nearly the lowest point of my life at that time. Could of had a gaggle of strippers in the room and I wouldn’t have noticed or paid attention.

Kathy told me there was an old rumor that Lilly is like Jenifer and Sarah but couldn’t substantiate that. Kathy did tell me that Lilly liked me a lot and wanted me. It took me by surprise on two counts, it was well before I even met Jenifer and düzce escort other than the three days spent working together, I haven’t seen her since. Not even in passing to say hello. I didn’t even remember seeing her at the company party. If someone was interested, you would think they would make it a point to say hello at least. Kathy secretly shielding me again I wondered but didn’t press the issue with her.

After the talk I knew exactly what to get Mike for a birthday present, Kathy would love it just as much. I looked it up, end of the month and made a note to that fact on my phone.

I called Puppy to tell her the news about Kathy. She was still out doing the Monday shopping run and rather pleased with my findings. I did ask her about praise and why she never mentioned it because I remembered reading about it. She said I had an uncanny way of showing praise to her and Sarah all the time. Generally praise is used while training neophytes to know they are doing things right or getting better at something. A trained slave knows but likes to hear praise once in a while. Under the situation, she wouldn’t have thought of that either. What I should have done, stop and ask what the problem was.

I thought about what Puppy told me after getting off the phone with her. The last part I should have accomplished, I should have recognized there was a problem to begin with. Was I so caught up trying to teach her that I lost sight? I felt bad all of a sudden and promised myself I would do better. I am sure I wasn’t the only one that made a mistake every now and then. This one had a happy ending at least.

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Fast forward a couple weeks or so after the sightseeing trip to Boston. The trip to Boston was a fun time even though Mother Nature stuck her ugly head into the fray. Puppy continued teaching me much about the intricacies of our life together with the three of us. Mostly boring and repetitive for the most part if you ask me but drilling the concepts into my head. I would toss something different in to make things interesting.

Teddy did propose to Patrice and was giddy as a strutting pony. I did put a bit of a damper on things with her. I was still worried about their different type of lives though I am pretty sure she figured that part out. I was more concerned now about his job more than anything. Being the wife of a cop can be harrowing if the movies and shows are true. Of course that is all I had to go by and logic tells me they can’t be that far off. He was in line for detective and I wasn’t sure that was any better.

The hiring Sarah did with my help went through without a hitch. Matter of fact Mr Sleaze Ball, as I call him, was rather pleased with the outcome. It probably made him look better with the head office. If they only knew the truth behind the whole affair it might be a different story.

Work was going great as the team figured out the cause of the board breakdown accidentally. They didn’t understand how or why it happened, but dealt with dirty power. It was a power outage that led to the breakthrough. Surge, outage followed by another surge fried the reconfigured boards. They played hell duplicating the problem. It was finally traced back to the power supply and a weak battery that became damaged unknowingly but still passed tests. We sent a tech notice out to replace the battery with a new model and upgrade the surge suppressor chip with an upgraded replacement.

Mike and Kathy were getting along like a very happy couple, more like newlyweds. They made sure everything was kosher at work. We hadn’t had a chance to get together again either. His birthday party was coming up on Friday and I had his gifts already wrapped. Well, one for each of them in all reality. Kathy would get hers a little earlier than Mike I decided. That way he could play with his gift at the party. I was singing the entire time I wrapped the little boxes.

I opened the door from a surprising uneventful Thursday at work. Puppy was naked at the door on her yoga mat with the crop in her mouth. I was a bit surprised at this new little endeavor.

“My puppy wants to play does she?” I said but knew there wouldn’t be a response.

I picked up her leash and pulled her up and she went immediately to inspection mode like always. I did my usual playful tactics trying to get the better of her which seldom works unless she wants to fail. Then I saw Tinkle stretched to the ceiling out of the corner of my eye in nothing but five inch heels and the ball gag in her mouth. My goodness she looked so beautiful that way. I had thought about doing this earlier but we hadn’t bought a break in timing. Evidently, this was the day.

“Relax Puppy.” I said giving her the new command I came up with.

“I think I am going to like this game. Shall we eat first so I can view my beauty?” I said.

“Yes Sir. At the table or would you rather eat in the living room?” Puppy asked smiling.

“Depends, what is for desert other than the very tasty after dinner appetizer?” I edirne escort asked.

“Cinnamon roll with extra icing.” Puppy chuckled.

“Table, desert at the couch?” I said licking my lips excitedly.

“Perfect Sir.” Puppy snickered.

Beef stroganoff by Puppy and Tinkle is always a great dinner. I had a chance to change before the meal was ready as she was waiting for my direction where to eat. Sarah had already eaten so I didn’t get a chance to tease her. I didn’t hurry the process either and even took time to relax after eating, letting my food settle while enjoying the view. Sitting at a different spot at the table was new to me, uncomfortable is the best way to describe the feeling. Sounds silly, but when you are used to repetitiveness, it just doesn’t feel right somehow.

I sat at the couch finally while puppy prepared my desert, warming my roll in the microwave. Puppy had gotten extra icing and brought it along with my heavenly roll. I already figured out what she was up to. Pulling my silk lounging shorts off first, then icing my hard cock before handing me the delicious roll. That must have been the toughest desert I have ever tried to eat in my life. Puppy and her talented tongue, lips and mouth at work while I tried to eat.

Easy at the beginning but suddenly I am like a volcano building to its demanding crescendo, one that Puppy kept leaving in its smoldering, fuming desire for eruption. Puppy kept worming her head away from my attempted grabs of fulfillment.

“Not yet Sir.” Puppy smiled fastidiously licking her lips.

Sarah had a ring side seat at our display though suspended from the ceiling. She was wiggling away, wanting loose from her restraints and in on the action. The desire in her wide open eyes evident along with her heavy breathing, heaving breasts and drooling moans around the ball gag. Her wide open pussy clenching as her hips moved, her desire running down the insides of her thighs. She was wanting her fingers in her anticipating snatch and couldn’t as she pulled at the cuffs. I put the remainder of my roll down long ago, only half eaten before it became a messy floor casualty.

“Restraint from the inevitable my loving Master. How does it feel to be teased to the point of no return and no release?” Puppy chastised mockingly.

In a blink of recognition I understood what she was trying to teach me. The same teasing I put them through, she wanted me to feel the same thing they did when I teased them unmercifully, unbearable self control. There is a point the brain loses control and only wants satisfaction. I was at that point but Puppy held me painfully off, holding me back.

“Take your frustration out on Sarah.” Puppy commanded, handing me the crop.

I had to focus and it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I rose and stood wobbly in front of Tinkle, standing on the covered coffee table with the yoga mat in place. Her legs stretched wide attached to the rings we put in the table, her arms held high above her, almost taut. Her tits jutting out and nipples in full bloom for her. My cock dripping as Puppy made sure not a drop was wasted with a lick or a suck that drove me onward and still closer but out of reach.

I was afraid and tentative, not by anger but lust. Anger can be controlled unless consumed by rage. What about lust consumed by unrelenting rage lust? I couldn’t feel the power of my strokes once I started tapping her breasts, my mind focused on my own release. I think they were taps as I couldn’t tell how much power I put in the little swats.

I steeled my resolve thinking only of Tinkle suddenly, putting myself in my own little world. Carefully taking aim on her nipples with a swat to each. Her gagged scream rang out, her tits jutted forward for more, her hips bucking wildly forward and back, side to side, fucking air.

Again, I swatted each a little harder, maybe harder than I really wanted, I wasn’t sure. She jutted them froward again, shoulders back and bucked her hips forward. She was cumming, from the gagged oomph she let out. I snapped her exposed clit. She screamed and squirted, soaking her thighs, the yoga mat and Puppy in the process.

I also jettisoned onto the yoga mat mixing in my pleasure to the soaking mess as Puppy had turned to see what had happened, overcome with desire from the reaction from Tinkle. Puppy unable to hold me off and make sure Tinkle was safe at the same time. Tumbling backwards onto the couch nearly exhausted and breathing heavy, dropping the crop in the process. The remaining half of my roll and the paper plate taking the brunt of the action, though I didn’t know it til later.

I watched Puppy as she slowly untied the limp form of Tinkle and helping her sit next to me. Tinkle lovingly laying her head on my shoulder, holding and stroking my arm. Still gagged, with drool covering her chin and chest. She would have been kissing instead of rubbing me with her head like a cat. Both of us sated from our desirous endeavor. My somewhat limp elazığ escort cock satisfied for the moment. Our racing hearts and breath slowly calming, the sweat cooling our hot bodies.

I struggled unbuckling the gag that held Tinkle, finally removing the apparatus. Tinkle flexed her jaw and whispered a thank you as she swiped some of the drool off her face that had dried and irritating her, licking her dry lips seductively.

Puppy had laid down on the messy mat not caring and began coating herself in the extra icing she had brought. Leaving globs on her nipples as she massaged herself. I got the idea quickly as did Tinkle. I waited til she used up the entire container before snacking on the sweet treat that laid before us. She was glassy eyed and wanting as she looked at us, begging us to begin.

An easy task at hand as Tinkle and I each took a side and began licking the sweet icing off she had smeared all over herself. Her moaning, ticklish giggles and writhing wiggles kept us going. Even her gasps from a sudden licking kiss between Tinkle and I had an effect.

The coffee table suddenly presented a problem as it was wider than most. Just not wide enough to comfortably straddle as Tinkle tried to position herself over Puppy. Tinkle couldn’t hold with one leg bent on the coffee table and the other half bent on the floor and gave up. I moved down, licking the sopping wetness from Puppy, the icing overriding her honey taste.

Tinkle got behind me and I heard her start laughing uncontrollably though I didn’t know why. Then I felt her removing something from my ass and the licks that followed. I didn’t have a clue what had happened but her little kisses and nibbles turned me on. This was something new to me and Tinkle knew what she was doing. Her hand fondling my cock and balls while her tongue teased my ass. I was on edge soon after but still administering my full attention on Puppy’s desire.

I knew Puppy couldn’t hold off much longer either. Even for all her control there comes a point she can no longer hold off. For her, that point was bridging her back continuously, she was at the point I was waiting for. Clumsily getting in position, jamming my cock balls deep inside her wet hole. Her cunt clamping around my cock in a death grip, her legs wrapped around me in kind. Trying to fuck my cock with everything she had. I couldn’t move much as she slid some on the coffee table toward me then away. Her scream of pleasure erupting from deep within before she went limp like a rag.

I pulled out deciding to finish my wanton desire with Tinkle. I turned looking at Tinkle and started laughing. Her face covered in a sticky mess with crumbs from my roll all over her face and hair. It was such a sight but still my demanding need still wanted fulfilled. It was going to take them a while to clean the mess up, maybe tomorrow.

I had Tinkle lay on the couch and between her thighs, balls deep in an instant. I had fun cleaning her up while we were humping away to her delight. It didn’t take long as both of us erupted in euphoria once again. We laid with her legs tightly wrapped and her arms around my neck for several minutes, cuddling. Her soft blue eyes so full of love and the satisfaction etched on her face.

I looked over at Puppy who had turned watching us, the exhausted satisfied knowing smile on her face. Tinkle and I disentangled, we all needed a shower. Everything was a mess and we were all laughing at what had happened to my roll. Too tired to clean up anything other than ourselves as we trekked to the shower sluggishly. The shower did revive us and the three of us cleaned up the mess the best we could.

Sarah had to work tomorrow during the after work party for Mike and his birthday. She couldn’t get off because it was the mid season audit and had to be there. Why a Friday and saved their store for last made me wonder but I didn’t question it. Sarah said it was a boon to her because she found out things the other stores were being shot down about and easily fixed.

Puppy would meet me at work before going. I decided she would wear jeans at least and let her be comfortable with whatever else she wanted to wear. I was worried that it would bring back bad memories. She said she had to face her fears and get over it for my sake as well as hers.

Friday went well, the team was brainstorming on the feasibility of a new idea after the nerf basketball game. I swear they have been watching too much TV in their spare time. It seemed like a good idea to me however, especially after I made a few phone calls. If they could make it a reality was another story. It would take some serious computer upgrades and that just wasn’t in the budget. However, another department had just what we were looking for and they weren’t using it. The problem now was rearranging the work area to make it all fit.

Since we didn’t have a project at the time, it would keep them busy. They had about two weeks before upper management came down with a load. That is about how it works after a big job was finished. Basically they gave about a month of busy rest time before the next proposal came in. Sometimes an easy upgrade or something totally new like the last one. If they worked hard on their idea they could propose it themselves if it was feasible. Of course I get stuck with the final cost analysis and layout if approved. No big deal, it is my job after all.

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We had yet to meet in person though we spoke many times over the phone. My best friend gave me her number as he thought the two of us might be a good match. I was excited at the idea of a blind date. Her voice on the phone was exceptionally sensual.

I turned on the shower with thoughts of her right there with me. I knew we had planned that dinner and talk only would be the guidelines, but I couldn’t help picturing her with me in more intimate ways. I sure could feel the pressure building from daydreaming about her. I hurried my shower because I was running a little behind schedule. I didn’t want the first impression to be one of me always being late or inept in any way.

I put my favorite suit on, dark blue with tiny white pin stripes. The shirt I wore was a light shade of blue, very good contrast with the jacket. I didn’t wear a tie; the place we were to meet was very informal, so I decided the tie would be a bit too much. I was definitely out of character though. My norm was blue jeans and a tee shirt. She could see me that way later. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I looked at my watch to see I had fifteen minutes to pick her up.

I pulled into her driveway at exactly seven o’clock. Right on time. I walked to the front door, nervous and excited at the same time. I knocked solidly twice with the shiny brass knocker hanging on the door. I stood with arms crossed in front of me as the door opened. I could feel my chin drop and mouth gape open as the most gorgeous woman I think I have ever seen was standing before me. She had a flowing maroon dress that stopped just below her knees.

The satin belt hugged her curvaceous hips. The neck was “V” shaped, allowing me to see a very nice cleavage as her breasts were pressed up in her bra. Her hair lay in waves of natural looking curls to her shoulders. The makeup she wore was not too much, yet enough to highlight a very pretty face. Her lipstick was dark red, making her lips look moist and inviting. The voice I remembered hearing on the phone was not even close to a compliment to her beauty. She had mentioned time after time of her apprehension to her body. I saw a perfectly magnificent figure in place of what she called “added weight”.

“Hello. I see you are ready to go. You are absolutely beautiful, Ann. I am going to be the envy of the town tonight.”

Shyly she looked down, nervously twisting her hips like a school kid on her first date. As she spoke, her voice sent familiar shivers down my spine.

“Yes, I am ready and you are not going to be the envy of anything. I think I may have that pleasure.”

I handed her the single red rose I brought, kind of a significant symbol that she knew of me. I told her many times I would give her a rose to brighten her day. She took the flower and smelled its sweet fragrance.

“Thank you so much. It is beautiful.”

I took tekirdağ escort her hand and placed it on my arm as I led her from her house down the sidewalk to my van. I opened the passenger door for her. As she stepped up into the van, I admired her ass and the way her dress showed off her sexy figure. I was tempted, with thoughts running through my mind, to reach out and rub that tight ass, but considered better of it until a little later. I didn’t want to scare her off this early. I walked to the driver’s side and climbed in behind the wheel. As I started the engine and pulled away, I looked to her and noticed she was looking at me.

“So, Ann, we finally meet in person. No miles of phone lines to hide behind. What are you feeling now?”

“I think I am very glad I decided to come along. I believe that you are everything you seemed to be, at least so far, everything I dreamed of.” As she said the little phrase ‘everything I dreamed of’, my mind went wild. I would soon see if she was every thing I had dreamed of.

I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant where I had made reservations. I parked the van some distance from the front door for a reason. I shut down the engine and turned the key to accessory so the radio would continue to play. There was a slow song I liked playing, a good excuse at the time for sitting just a little before going in. Much to my surprise, Ann took this as a much more intimate opportunity. She laid the seat back to the full down position. Her hands slowly, with a slight tremble, reached to her waist and untied the satin belt.

She took the belt, wrapped it around one wrist and using her teeth to assist, tied it firmly. I watched with wide eyes at this performance I only imagined in my mind. We had joked of light bondage, but reality was no joke. Once she secured the belt to her wrist, she reached into her purse and produced a necklace, so it looked. It was shiny enough to see in the dimly lit can. I couldn’t quite make out just how big it was until she placed it on her neck and hooked a chain to the loop in it. With her free hand, she handed me the end of the chain, put both wrists out toward me, and said, ” I am yours Master, lover, and friend. Do with me what you will.”

I almost choked on my own heart as it was nearing my throat. I reached to take the chain from her petite hand. I latched the end to the mirror on the windshield, as it was the first thing to come to mind. I took the belt in my hand, pulled it over her head, wrapped it around the headrest, and tied it to her free wrist. I slowly trailed my fingers down her arm. My fingers felt the soft material of her dress. I didn’t care what it cost, she was now mine and I was in control. I gripped the sleeve firmly and pulled it away from the main part of her dress. I actually heard her sigh just from tokat escort the sound of ripping material. I moved my hand to her other sleeve and proceeded in tearing it from her dress. My hands moved in across her cheeks.

Her breathing was getting heavier. I touched her smooth face with the back of my hand. My fingers traced her mouth, she tried to kiss them as I did, but I moved away to prevent her from taking any initiative as of yet. I slid my fingers down her chin and under her throat to where her breasts created such an erotic cleavage. I slipped my fingers between her breasts, feeling her soft skin. Ann moaned low as my fingers touched her skin. I changed that quickly as I gripped the “V” of her dress with my right hand. I pulled it away from her body, pulling the material tight. I decided I wanted more room to work with. I released her dress, turned back to the steering wheel and started the engine. I got a quick “what are you doing?” as I pulled the gearshift into reverse.

“You just sit tight, my dear.” I didn’t make any other comments and she lay quietly as I drove through the parking lot and into the alley beside the restaurant. I made a turn away from the busy part of town. The road was unfamiliar to me, but seemed deserted enough. I pulled into a lot just about a quarter of a mile down the road. The building was boarded up and no other vehicles around. I pulled to a stop, shut off the engine, and exited the van. I walked to her side and opened the door.

I looked at her in the position she had led me to put in her before I grabbed a stone and forced the light switch to the dome light off. I grabbed her dress once again at the “V” in the neck with both hands. I pulled hard before the material gave way. With a loud “rip”, I revealed her red lace bra, just barely covering her nipples. A streetlight not fart away allowed me to see the most relevant details. I ran my fingers over her now bare tummy, just below her breasts. I traced under her bra, feeling her soft, smooth skin. I felt her body quiver to my touch. The tear had taken her dress just above her waist, so I only had the pleasure so far of touching her tummy. I took my time about feeling around her perfectly rounded breasts. She looked so erotic in the dim light. I couldn’t see her eyes, but the whimpering sounds she made told me she was enjoying every minute of this. I slid my fingers inside her dress, down her tummy.

I felt a lace waistband to what I imagined were very sensuous panties. I grazed my fingers back up to her breasts. I unfastened the snap that held her bra together between her luscious breasts. The cups of the tight fitting bra sprang away from her body. I knew the lot was deserted, and actually didn’t care if any one was around, so I had to see this beauty. I pushed the door against the stop on the hinges and allowed trabzon escort the stone to fall away, turning the light inside back on. Her nipples were hard as little rocks, standing straight up. I looked down her body to the point where the dress still covered her. I reached to the cloth and tore it on down, completely revealing her body. She wore red lace panties, matching her bra, and a black garter.

Her panties her very small, totally lace. I reached down and ran my fingers over the front, feeling the sexy lace. Her legs parted as my fingers slowly trailed down. I let them drift to where I cupped her cunt. She was already soaked, her panties not close to being able to hold the wetness she produced. I pressed my hand into her lips. Ann began to push her hips to my hand, trying to stimulate her clit. I held my hand still and let her move her pussy up and down my palm. Her hips worked as if she was fucking an imaginary cock. I loved seeing her hips move, wanting, needing so much more. I leaned down to slowly lick around her right nipple.

My warm, wet tongue teased her right nipple. I flicked over the tip. My lips slid over her nipple, covering the entire area, plus some. I sucked her breast into my mouth. Her moans grew louder, more pronounced, the harder I sucked. I pinched her left nipple between my finger and thumb, pulling it long. Ann bit her lower lip as she quickened the pace against my hand. I pulled my hand away, not wanting to lose her too soon. Her hips rose off the seat trying to follow my hand. I watched her relax back to the seat, never speaking to me at any time.

I hooked my fingers in the waist of her panties. As I slowly pushed them down, she raised her hips again to give me room to slide them over her hips. I pushed them off her legs and over her feet. I used the panties to allow Ann to sample her taste. I put them to her lips, as she tasted her wetness that soaked the lace. I laid her panties on her breasts as I reached back down her body. Ann shaved her pussy smooth and her skin was baby soft. I touched her bare skin and felt the tenderness. I slid my fingers down over her pubic area, just above her clit.

She was moaning loudly now. Her excitement had my van seat wet. I pulled her skin away from her clit, which was now very hard and protruding from her lips. It was much larger than any I had ever seen. I pinched it between my fingers and stroked it like a small cock. She began to thrash wildly now. I lowered my mouth to lick over the tip of her clit. Her scent rose into my nostrils, filling my head with the smell of her sex. I wanted to taste her now.

I trailed my tongue down her lips, pushed it between her lips into her tight, hot pussy. My tongue darted in and out quickly. I licked up under her hard after a little while. I felt her hips bucking hard under my mouth. I bit into her clit with my teeth. Ann let out a howling scream as her hips pushed up hard. I felt a warm flow of her cum squirt onto my chin. Ann sent several squirts of her cum down my throat and into my shirt. She kept jerking, pushing, screaming for quite a few minutes before she slowed to a sway. I looked up, her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving as she flowed back to earth.

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Fantasy on Waking

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“I want to lick you.”

Lying in bed next to me, she stirred.

I wasn’t sure she was awake until she turned her head towards me, over her shoulder. I lay behind her, relaxed in the warmth of the duvet. She smiled, stretched into and down her back and shifted her legs, then her torso around towards me. She drew herself closer, resting her forehead against mine, feet intertwined, her breasts touching my chest, her pelvis still held away. She draped her right arm over my waist. My cock began to harden in the space between us, adjacent to her sex.

She was still sleepy. Her face was relaxed, the weight of her arm resting entirely on my body. I felt her exhalations on my face, saw her nostrils dilate with every breath, a sleepy smile of contentment and pleasure on her lips. I wondered if she had heard my statement of desire. I noticed my feeling of suspension in that uncertainty, wondering if she was weighing her response. What that response might be. Whether I should repeat myself. Whether I wanted to.

Last night before sleep she had wanted to play with my cock. Gladly, I had indulged that whim, lying flat on my back for at least an hour while she tickled, stroked and teased me, delighting in the gasps and moans she coaxed from my mouth. She had swirled my pre-cum round and around my head with a single finger, or now and then with her tongue. She had used two fingers to stroke my frenulum rapidly, lightly, drawn my arousal to the very point of orgasm and held me there gently, rapt on the edge of orgasmic release, for minutes on end. She had reminded me, smilingly, with just a hint of mockery in her voice: “Breathe, darling.”

Then she had slowly drawn me back from the edge with ever slower touch, until she was stroking my stomach and my thighs, evoking deeper breaths bursa escort and a feeling of radiant intensity in my full rigid erection. Gradually my body had relaxed. Eventually she gave me a long kiss goodnight, a deep hug. Then she curled up on my chest to sleep, her leg thrown across my stomach, my hard cock throbbing with desire.

So this morning I had awoken with desire for her pussy. I wanted to taste her juices on my tongue. I could feel my saliva flow at the thought. I wanted to feel her hips rise and push herself to my mouth and see her eyes closed and her nipples pointing to the ceiling and her face transported in bliss. Then when she started to cum I wanted to fuck her until I exploded in her cunt. That was what I wanted.

My reverie broke when she cleared her throat. She yawned, eyes still closed. Then she inhaled and spoke, her voice thick, slurring slightly.

“So… you want to… lick me…?”

Now it was my turn to smile.

“Mm-hmm.”

An answering smile from her, a pause.

“Why?” Innocent, teasing.

“Ha…” I laughed. “I don’t know. I just want to. I want to taste you.”

“Mmm.” She licked her lip, paused again. “That’s evocative.”

Evocative is her word for arousing.

“You must be very aroused this morning after last night’s teasing.”

I laughed. “That must have something to do with it.”

She smiled. “I don’t know why it turns you on so much when I say you can’t cum. But I do love arousing you like that. I love how hard you get.”

My cock was at full erection now, twitching between our bodies.

“I don’t know why it turns me on either. But it’s so hot. I love being so aroused and knowing you control my release. It makes me want you intensely.”

She çanakkale escort brought her hand down and cupped my balls with her fingers, giving them a light squeeze as though to confirm her ownership of me. Then she slid her hand up to my shaft and wrapped her fingers around me, holding me firmly. I let out an involuntary sigh, my body stiffening and then relaxing at her touch. She smiled at my reaction.

“Mmm…” She opened her eyes, looked at me.

“I love having you so aroused. And knowing you’re not allowed to cum, unless I say so.”

My heart was pounding now. She closed her eyes again, continued speaking.

“When you spoke, I was having a sexy dream. You were above me, I was lying back on a bed, you had a huge dildo and you were going to fuck me with it, just for kicks, so you could watch. I was in your power. My legs were open and I wanted it. It was… very hot.”

“Mmm. That does sound hot.”

“So that’s…” she stretched again, opened her eyes and looked at me, “…left me very aroused. Maybe teasing you last night also helped. Anyway… I’d love you to lick me.”

Watching her mouth speak those words sent a jolt of erotic energy through my chest and down my arms. My heart began to pound.

“Wonderful,” I said.

I raised my hand and pushed her shoulder so she lay on her back. She drew her legs up, bending her knees and bringing her hands to her breasts as I shifted down the bed. When my head was between her thighs I could smell the scent of her pussy, see her outer lips, puffy and slightly parted, pink inner folds peeping out. She looked and smelled intoxicating.

“Also,” she said, “I’ve had an idea.”

I brought my fingers to her lips and spread rize escort them slowly. I heard her inhale at my touch. I lowered my mouth to her vagina, brushing her opening with my lips. I wanted to dive head-first into her scent.

“We can… think of it as… motivation. For each orgasm you give me this morning…”

I licked her slit. She tasted salty and delicious.

“…I promise to make you wait another day to cum.”

— \/ —

She pulled me up to lie next to her when she’d had her fill of orgasms.

I was bathed in the energy of desire. She was breathing deeply, her brow beaded with sweat, her mouth slack and open, her breasts rising and falling heavily, her body quivering. I could feel my precum trail along her skin when my cock brushed her thigh. We lay for a while, she luxuriating in post-orgasmic bliss, I twitching with frustrated desire.

She roused herself and kissed me full on the lips. She drew back and looked me in the eyes, reached down and grasped my shaft, pulled me to her. I shifted to lie on top of her and she guided my sensitive, denied cock slowly into her satisfied pussy.

“Fuck me, darling. I want you to fuck me. I came so beautifully. You should have felt what that was like. I know you’re close. You can just fuck me slowly so I know you won’t cum. You’re not allowed to cum. And you’re not allowed to stop fucking me.”

My cock was so full and sensitive. I could feel my cum pooling at my base, the glow now a burn. I moved slowly into her and withdrew again, the walls of her pussy so hot and wet around my cock. I paused when I felt the subtle twitches of my own, forbidden orgasm, then moved again. She gazed into my eyes, half-distant.

“Can you feel how satisfied my pussy is? What’s it like to be inside me and forbidden to cum?

I could hardly speak. I whimpered, “It’s… so frustrating… and… hot…”

She pulled me down on top of her as my cock moved inside her. After a while, she whispered in my ear:

“How many orgasms do you think I had while you were licking me? How many days do you think you’re going to endure before I let you cum?”

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As I walked into the room I felt a mixture of excitement and fear, my heart was racing yet my nipples grew hard and I could feel the moisture forming in my pussy. Your arm around me gave me comfort but still I trembled with anxiety.

As I looked around the room I was reminded of a hospital operating room or something out of a medieval torture chamber. Your quite voice in my ear asking if I was still alright reassured me that you would protect me as well as open me to new ideas.

You lead me to the strange looking table which looked to be a cross between a massage table and some sort of padded bench with arms out to the side. You slowly removed the dressing gown I was wearing, kissing my bare skin as it was exposed till I stood naked before you. You told me how beautiful I was as you kissed me and I felt your hand gently stroking my back before cupping my ass. I shivered with desire.

You have me sit on the leather bench, swing my legs up and place them on the end of the bench. You softly explained to me how you were going to restrain my feet with the soft leather champs as you adjusted my feet into them. You stroked my feet and then planted a soft kiss on each one. My pussy got wetter.

You moved and gently took one hand and pulled it to the side and attached a leather band around my wrist. You looked deep into my eyes and asked if I was doing OK so far. I nodded my head yes. You then strapped the other arm down in the same manner. You told me to remember you safe word “RED” and that at any time you felt the least bit uncomfortable say it and you would set me free. I said Yes Sir I will remember. You asked if you wanted the blind fold on now and I nodded my head yes, I don’t know if I could speak. My mind was beginning to whirl about what was going on but I wanted to see my fantasies come true.

My heart started beating faster as you gently tied the mask over my eyes and the room went dark. I tried to move my arms and legs but I was firmly held by the straps. I heard a slight humming noise and felt my legs being spread muğla escort as you turned on the machine. Are you doing OK you asked and I haltingly answered Yes Sir. The machine stopped and then I felt a soft warm breath on my belly, you kissed my belly and I squirmed with building lust. For a moment nothing happened, then I felt something soft like a ribbon being dragged across my chest and around my breasts. My nipples grew hard and my pussy got wetter. I could feel the desire rising in my body as you softly dragged the object down my chest, across my hips and down one leg and up the other. Then it stopped.

My body jerked when the first drop of cold water hit my nipple and I moaned out loud. I then felt something hot on that nipple, it didn’t feel like your mouth and thought it might have been a cloth. Then it went away. My heart was racing as I felt the water hit my belly and then the cloth. The cold and then hot was driving my senses crazy. Then I felt what must have been a feather running along my ribs and I giggled because I am ticklish. The feather traced down both side of my body and then up and down both legs. Slowly softly stroking my hot skin. I found I was panting with desire and my pussy was throbbing.

I screamed out with passion as I felt the vibrator hit my clit and my body jerked and twisted in the straps but I could not move. My clit and pussy were on fire, I was cumming like never before but my mind was reeling from the sensory over load and suddenly I heard my voice scream out RED.

In an instant the vibrator was gone I felt the straps around my arms and leg snap open and as you gathered me in your arms the blindfold was remove. You held me close to your chest saying softly “it is alright , you are safe with me Dear, it is OK” as I calmed down I drew you close to kiss your lips and then you kissed away the tears that had fallen from my eyes. “I am so sorry” I heard myself saying. You smiled said “it is alright you did wonderful, we don’t have to do anything ordu escort that upsets you.”

After staying in your embrace a while longer and letting my heart and emotions calm down I take a deep breath and say “I want to do it” you look carefully and deeply into my eyes and I nob my head yes.

I get up and walk around a bit before laying back down on the table. I tie on the blindfold and feel the clamps around my ankles as you attach them to me. You kiss my toes and my legs as you work your up my body. I feel your warm breath on my breasts as you blow on my nipples making them hard and puffy. I can feel my pussy getting wet again and I squirm with desire. You begin again with the feather and I feel it sliding along my sides. Goosebumps form on my hot skin as you circle around my breasts, my nipple ache for your touch but you deny me that touch.

I can feel my body getting hotter as you excite me with the feather and then a soft fur mitten that you run up and down my chest, belly and legs. Mmmmm it feels so good. Then my body jerks as I feel the hot wax land on my breasts and cover my nipples, this is immediately followed by ice cubes which drive me wild. My body and mind are screaming with pleasure. I feel the wax drip down on my legs getting closer and closer to my throbbing pussy, the juices from it are running down my ass crack.

Just when I think I will feel the wax on my clit I am shocked when you touch an ice cube to it. I scream out my pleasure as my pussy explodes as I cum like I have never cum before, my back arches off the table as much as it can and my lady cum squirts out of my pulsing pussy. I am moaning with passion and continue to cum for a long time, my climax rolls over me like a tidal wave.

As my body, mind and nerve endings calm down I suddenly realize that I can no longer sense your presence in the room. I strain to hear your breathing and long for your touch but I am denied that.

Suddenly I feel hot breath on my tender pussy and then osmaniye escort a soft tongue that glides up from the bottom to the top but stops just before my inflamed clit. The tongue repeats this movement up and down, up and down till I am straining against the straps holding me down trying to force my clit against it but again I am denied. My climax is building with each lick and I whimper is frustration as my pussy opens wide waiting, wanting the release that you deny me. Just when I think I can no longer contain myself I feel the vibrations of the device you place on my clit and again I cum like I have never cum before, my back arches up and my pulsating pussy sprays my hot juices. I gasp for air as my body is again racked with pleasure as you make me cum and cum.

I hear my voice pleading “fuck me, please fuck me now”.

I hear you chuckle as the table opens and spreads my legs wide and I feel what I have been craving. You tease me with your cock and you slide it up and down my hot wet pussy before sliding it slowly into my pussy. I can feel you stretching my pussy wide and I moan with desire and satisfaction as I feel you fill me up.

I feel like you have split me wide open with your cock but I love the feeling. You slowly begin sliding in and out as I feel your hands slide up my body to stroke my hard nipples. Just when I don’t think it can get more intense you squeeze and twist my hard nipples. This sends me over the edge again and my hips thrust up and down as I try to pull your hard cock deep inside me as I moan out your name.

You begin to really pound your cock into me now and I know your release will be soon. My body aches for you to pound it senseless and you do so, I can feel my body getting ready to explode and my climax builds.

You have timed it perfectly, just as I scream out your name in ecstasy I feel your cock swell and then the thick hot ropes of cum spray out into my waiting pussy. My mind whirls with pleasure as we both cum and cum and cum till I feel my body fall limp on the table.

I must have passed out from pleasure as I suddenly find myself laying in your big bed with you gently washing my body with soft cool towels. When you see that I awake you gently take me in your loving arms and ask “are you OK Baby”? I weakly nod my head and feel you curl me up in your arms as we both drift off into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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The table was set. All that was required was Miss Dani, currently in her bedroom changing. I knelt naked at her chair patiently awaiting her arrival and her permission to begin serving.

Just before letting myself into her home that day, I was feeling a mixture of anxiety, joy, misgiving, trepidation and ecstasy. Although I knew she wouldn’t be inside when I got there, I couldn’t stop my shivering. This was to be our first meeting after weeks of IRC chatting. And now, I was about to relinquish my control and beg her to exert full psychological and physical dominance. Her IRC instructions had been explicit. I knew the precise moment I was to arrive and what food I was to prepare.

Without hesitation, I turned the knob, went through the archway, stopped and began disrobing, stacking my clothing neatly in a corner by the door. There wasn’t much time to make my preparations. She’d be home shortly. Just as I was finishing, she came through the door. I rushed to greet her, knelt before her, and licked her shoes. Miss Dani enjoyed my attentions for only a moment, then gave permission to continue my preparations as she changed.

I heard her before I saw her. The click-clack of her heels announced her arrival and her change from day wear to Domina apparel.

“I’ve been looking forward to this, slave. Prostrate yourself. Kiss and lick my leather.”

“Yes, Miss Dani. Thank you, Miss Dani,” I responded, obediently lying face down on her floor, finding the toe of her high-heeled shoe with my mouth, kissing, licking and worshiping.

“Finally,” she said, “my pet is here… and he’s made supper. You may serve me, slave.”

“Yes, Miss Dani,” I responded, crawling to the kitchen to fetch her supper. I returned, served it to her and watched from her side as she began eating. I hoped she liked it.

“Very good, Pet. Would you like a taste?”

“Please, Miss,” I answered. “Yes, I would.”

“Then go get a bowl from the kitchen and bring it back here, puppy. I’ll give you some of my scraps.”

Miss Dani had me place the bowl directly beside her foot and ordered that I crawl under the dining table. I felt her hand ruffling my hair then saw her drop a chunk of food into the bowl. “Eat, puppy. Don’t use your hands.”

I was excited. Miss Dani stimulated my senses with her poise, her attitude, her appearance and her dominance. All I could do was obey, struggling with my mouth in the bowl to eat what she had so kindly given me. Although I couldn’t see her upper body, I perceived Miss Dani’s reach across the table. A moment later, I saw the lashes from her cat’o’nine tails before my eyes.

“Kiss it, slave,” she said. “Kiss and lick it and know that I will be using this whip on you whenever I feel the urge.”

“Yes, Miss Dani. Thank you, Miss Dani.”

She pulled it back up to the table top, then fed me some more, this time from her hand. I had to gently use my lips to take it from her. All through the meal, Miss Dani spoke in terms of her ownership of me: “Before I collar you and take you as my personal slave, whipping boy, pet and toy, this is your final opportunity to leave. What is your intention? Speak freely and completely.”

“Thank you, Miss. Please, Miss Dani, please take me as your personal slave. Please train me to be exactly the kind of slave you need, the kind of slave that — if the occasion warrants — you will be proud of, proud to display to your friends. Please make me humble, obedient, servile and desirous of you through humiliation, bondage, discipline and, if it pleases you, Miss, degradation. Please train my mouth and my ass and my balls and my cock to respond properly to you, Miss. I wish to serve you. I wish to relinquish control to you. Please, Miss Dani, please.”

I waited as she took time to consider my words, then heard her say: “Pet, your training is about to begin. Kiss and lick this collar and know that the moment it’s affixed, you will belong to me — all of you. You will indeed become my personal property. Your training will be prolonged and rigorous. And it will involve discipline, humiliation, bondage and body worship. I will become your demanding and cruel Mistress. In time, you will become my well-trained, obedient and worshipful dog-slave. Our journey is about to begin. Are you ready?”

* * * * *

Lunch

We’ve met at a lovely restaurant for a leisurely midday repast. We chose this location because of the banquette seating and the long overhang of the table cloth. It hides everything that may – or may not – go on beneath the table top. We’re both dressed elegantly, you in a décolleté dress and me in an expensive suit. Once we’ve been seated and the table moved in on us, we are free to subtly begin what only we know about.

Casually, you command, “Give it to me.”

I undo my zipper, reach into my fly’s opening, and withdraw the ends of the thong tying and separating my balls.

“Not good enough, slave,” you say. “Pull everything out. I want to look down and see your cock and balls.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With my privates bilecik escort exposed only to you, you take the thongs in your hand and give a gentle tug. My eyes tell you I’ve felt your attentions. Throughout lunch, enjoyable by any standard for both the food and the conversation, you regularly remind me who has control of my balls. When the waiter has cleared our plates from the main course, we order coffee. As he heads off to fulfill our request, you reach into your purse, withdraw a small, empty prescription container. Handing it to me, your hand drops to my cock, squeezes it and you say, “You’ve got three minutes. Go to the washroom, jerk off into this vial, then bring it back to me. Go now.”

I zip up quickly, well aware of my time limit, and hurry to the men’s room. Inside a stall, I unzip again, take my cock in hand, and rush my hand up and down, up and down, until I explode into the vial. I just make it back to you within the 3-minute time limit. You take the vial, inspecting my cum through its clear plastic. I have unzipped once again and have placed the thongs within easy reach for you. The coffee is served. You wait for the waiter’s departure, then open the vial and pour my cum into my coffee.

“This will be your cream for the first cup, slave.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

* * * * *

The Shed

“Hot enough for you?”

I turned from my chair in the shade and saw you. The first thing I noticed was your bright yellow sun dress and the matching yellow, strappy, high-heeled sandals. I stood and waited for you to come closer before responding, “Yes, Mistress. I’m sweating just thinking about that grass that needs cutting.”

I knelt and kissed your feet. You left me there for about 30-seconds, then said, “Okay, let’s relax, slave . . . just sit, have a drink and talk.”

I knew you’d planned on coming over so there was a pitcher and two glasses on the patio table. It was just too hot to do anything but be as still as possible.

“I like this house of yours, slave. Even out here we’ve got all the privacy in the world.”

“That’s one of the reasons I bought it, Mistress. For all those other aspects of who I am. Privacy reins supreme.”

“Yes, I’ve learned that about you, among other things. Tell me, are you still planning on putting an implements shed back here?”

“Yes, Mistress, I am. The garage is just too full of tools, shovels, lawn mowers and other stuff. I can hardly get my car in anymore.”

“What will you do, buy a prefab at the building supplies store or design it yourself?”

“I’d like it to fit in and complement the house so I’m planning on designing and building it on my own, Mistress.”

“I’m glad to hear that, slave, because I want you to make it just a little bigger. I want an additional room – insulated and with the proper ventilation – and I want it as a special place where I can put you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mmmm. Maybe a little door on it, too, so you can crawl out of your kennel. Yes, slave. That’s what I want. A door for me and an animal door for you. You will never go in that room, except when you’re building it, except by crawling.”

“I understand, Mistress.”

“Don’t get too elaborate with it because it won’t become a dungeon, just a place where I can put you from time to time. But I do want a cage and I do want O-rings built into the walls so I can tie you.”

I remained silent.

She awaited my acknowledgment.

Quickly, I stammered, “Yes, Mistress. I’ll build it that way.”

“Don’t keep me waiting for your responses, slave.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I was only thinking about it.”

“Go in the house and bring me your collar and leash, also the small whip. I want to inspect where you’ve chosen to build it.”

Naked and on hands and knees, Mistress led me to the far corner of my property. I indicated the spot, crawling the dimensions I’d planned to give her an idea of the square footage.

“Leave some room at the back by the fence for your doggy door, slave,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better. But you need to be reminded not to keep me waiting for your answers. Lips to my foot, ass up, slave. Use your tongue gently while I touch you up.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

You whipped me right there. In the sun. And my sweating increased the more you disciplined, the more I worshiped your feet.

“That’s all for now, slave. Thank me before we go back to our refreshment.”

“Thank you, Mistress, for correcting my bad habit of not responding to you quickly enough. I’ll be better in future.”

“I know you will, slave, because if you aren’t I’ll simply whip you again. And you know that if I have to whip you for a second offense on something you’ve already been corrected for, the punishment is far more severe.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

You held my leash tautly. “Let’s go back to the patio. Crawl.”

* * * * *

Mistress

The door opened manisa escort but I saw no one. Instead, I hear Mistress’s voice invite me in. Upon her closing it, I could see why she didn’t want to reveal herself in the usual manner. If any passersby had seen her they likely would have cum in their pants. She was carrying a whip and wearing a black leather skirt, seamed stockings, high-heeled boots and a light blouse which allowed her black corset and plumped breasts to show through.

Once inside, door closed, I knelt and paid homage by kissing the toe of each boot. Smiling, she told me to rise and preceded me into the living room. Mistress poured us refreshment then made herself comfortable in an end chair, bidding me to kneel on the floor before her. From that vantage point, I could see the tops of her stockings, garters attached to them, and the flesh of her white thighs. She is beautiful.

“The last time we talked on the phone, you told me you’d taken my photo and my letter to you into the bathroom and jerked off to them. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Put your drink down for a moment and lick my boots. Thank me for providing you that opportunity for an unauthorized cum.”

I bent, extended my tongue and laved her boots, front to back including the heels, and said: “Thank you, Mistress, for sending such provocative material. And forgive me for jerking off to it. I couldn’t help it. Your letter and photo were exciting and stimulating.”

“Very well, slave. You may relax for a moment or two.”

We talked, Mistress wanting to know what business I had in her city and when my first appointment was.

“Not until tomorrow afternoon, Mistress.”

“Good,” she said. “Then we have lots of time to get reacquainted. Stand up, walk over to that closet, take off everything, hang it neatly and crawl back here.”

I removed my suit, shirt and tie and did as instructed. My socks, shoes and underwear hit the floor. After closing the closet door, I got down on all fours and made my way back to my Mistress.

She awaited me with a pair of handcuffs held open. Kneeling before her, I stretched my arms up. Clicking the cuffs shut around my wrists, she brought to mind some of the things she’d told me in her letter.

“Remember what I said about lots of hidden hooks, collars and other things around here. Well, here’s a sample.”

Mistress connected an overhead lead to the chain separating my wrists. Before comprehending what was happening, I was being lifted to a standing position; hands pulled to the stretch-point above my head. It was then I saw the winch on the ceiling and the remote button by her elbow. Naked, I stood suspended as Mistress nonchalantly sipped her drink. “That’s more like it, slave. That’s the way I want you all the time. Helpless and totally dependent on me.”

She put me through inspection, touching, stroking, pinching and caressing as she walked around my hanging carcass. Sensuously, she snuggled into my back, reaching around to stroke my nipples. I felt her heat; her breasts through the blouse and the leather of her skirt pressed against me. I was ecstatic, but frightened at the same time. Mistress was taunting me with her sexuality while playing with my mind. I knew her then to be an able disciplinarian.

Standing in front of me, the whip in her hand, she appeared to be in a thoughtful frame of mind as she let me know that my masturbating to her photo was not something I was going to get away with.

“I’ve forgiven you for getting your jollies with my pic, but you still need to be punished for it. Let’s go for 20. Count them, thank me and beg for another as we go.”

She moved behind, slashing the air with her whip. A moment later, I felt the first blow. I thanked her and begged for another.

It was a study in erogenous disciplinary perfection. Her blows were hard enough to provoke submission, gentle enough to inspire adoration. She was exotically mind-bending. My desire, lust and need to be her slave merged to form a pure, obsequious state. It showed as she continued flogging me. My erection stood proud, not the least humble.

Mistress interrupted my beating from time to time to rub my ass and caress my back, saying such things as: “You’re mine now, slave; you’re mine to do with what I want . . . and I want to do a lot”; and “This is just the appetizer. We’ve got lots of time for more.”

Resuming her seat and pushing the button to lower the winch, Mistress commanded I keep my arms aloft as the chain dropped me back to my knees. She ran the heel of a boot along the length of my shaft.

“This thing is giving you away, slave. It’s telling me you haven’t had nearly enough yet.”

She teased, stroked and manipulated my cock to the point where I was beginning to release pre-seminal fluid. Dabbing, she got some on the toe of her boot, raised her leg so her foot was at my mouth and ordered, “Clean it, slave. Use your tongue to suck and lick your juice from my leather.”

Mistress mersin escort smiled as I humbled myself, tonguing her boot. By then, there was no turning back. I was her slave. She held a dog collar to my lips, had me kiss it, then buckled it around my neck. Adding a leash, she sat back in the chair.

“I’ve been looking forward to this, slave. The stories you’ve posted on the Internet have stirred my imagination. We’re going to try everything I’ve seen in your fiction, from the chain attaching your slave collar to my ankle, to your sucking my dildo, to more whipping, to your eating your cum for me. I’m going to keep you in bondage and on your knees worshiping my feet and my body. But, don’t be too enthusiastic. I may take you farther than you’ve ever been. In fact, I intend doing so.”

* * * * *

Shopping

Armed with the shopping list and the usual tedious Saturday chore begun, first stop was the fruit and vegetable section. Into the cart went bananas, potatoes, green onions, a garlic clove and … Whoa, what’s this? Tall, blonde, black miniskirt, low cut sweater and handling the peaches not six feet away. My chin dropped, my eyes lit up (read that the woman was drop-dead gorgeous!). My eyes scanned to her feet, always a consideration when an imposing female stops me cold like this.

Eureka! I’d won the equivalent of the gawkers’ lotto. Three-inch heels, at least, on a pair of simple, yet elegant, black leather pumps.

She moved. I followed, ever discreet, over to the grapefruits.

She picked up one and that started a bit of an avalanche. Six of the yellow orbs went tumbling to the floor at her feet. Gentleman-like, I bent to help her pick them up.

But, there was no help.

There I was, scrambling mere inches away from that incredibly ravishing woman, staring at her feet and trying to use my peripheral vision to pick up the six.

She simply stood tall and watched.

I put them all back where they belonged, looked at her, and heard the words, “I see you have a fine potential for obedience. Perhaps I shall allow you to explore it one day.”

* * * * *

The Book Shop

The books I buy range through a gamut of themes, from fiction to texts on damn-near-anything to, of course, the erotic. I patronize a local used book shop where I’ve found that if the owner doesn’t have it, she can quickly get it. She’s particularly adept at setting aside things she thinks I’ll like. Often, I don’t even browse, I just go into the back and she takes it from there.

“Is the coffee on?” I asked.

“It’s always on for my favorite customer,” she flirted, an accomplishment for her, a woman in her mid 70s. One of our rituals is to sit and chat for a moment and for us to smoke two of her cigarettes, the brown-papered, extra long More menthols. There’s no getting around it. She insists.

“I’ve got some books I don’t usually deal in that I’ve saved for you,” she said, reaching under her desk. She handed them to me. I was shocked. The five paperbacks, all with graphic artwork and brazenly titled, were entirely concerned with Female Domination. She watched my face flush and used her hand to pat my knee in a calming gesture.

“Don’t get upset. Why shouldn’t I know this about you? After all, I am your book consultant and people’s reading choices tell me a lot about who they are and where their interests lie. Why should you be any different?”

I began sputtering defensively, wanting to keep that part of who I am to myself. But she stopped me cold by saying she’d known for “ages” and that I was still her favorite customer.

“I’ve got two reasons for letting you know I know about your submissive side. The first is to give you these books. The second, maybe more important from your point of view, is who sold them to me.”

The hook went in. Now I was curious.

“Who did bring them in? I asked.

“Do you remember that woman who was here the last time you were in, the one who joined us for coffee?”

“How could I forget. I thought she was really nice, absolutely charming.”

“Funny you should mention it, she felt the same way about you.”

“So, what’s the story? Where did she get them and why did she have them?

“You can be thick sometimes, can’t you, boy?” she said.

“You’re kidding. Her? She believes in Female Domination?”

“Give the man a kewpie doll,” she laughingly responded.

I paused for a moment, then asked, “Why are you being so candid? Does she know you’re telling me about her?”

“I wouldn’t have raised it if she hadn’t given me the okay. She’d love to have a drink with you sometime. But she asks that before you give her a call – yes, I’ve got her number – that you read all five of these books first. She said, and I quote, ‘He must accept everything I’ve underlined – everywhere!’ So, as we say in the book racket, the ball’s in your court.”

I flipped through one of the books, saw some underlining, and read: “I wanted him but I wanted him on my terms. He had to be my slave, be completely subservient to my whims. I intended bondage, discipline, humiliation and obedience training.”

“Have you read the things she underlined?” I asked.

“Yes, I have.”

“What do you think?”

“My friend, do you really believe Female Dominance is something your generation discovered? My prime wasn’t all that long ago, you know.”

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This is the second part of my first story. Things in this part get a little bit darker.

All characters are well over the age of 18.

*****

The Saturday after the episode when Toni revealed the true nature of Marion’s “business” I woke to find another hand written envelope on my doormat. It was addressed to “Jane” in the familiar black italic hand writing.

I ripped it open and read it, standing in the hall in my nightdress.

“Jane. Please come and see me at 2pm today. There is something I need to discuss with you. Thank you, Marion Palmer”

I went to the kitchen and made tea, pondering as I did why I had received a summons from Marion. This was no tea or drinks party, and there was no RSVP or phone number.

The only thing i considered might be on Marion’s mind was the extension of my rental contract. Yes, that was it, it had to be the rental of the flat. It was now early July and there was only three months left on the lease…

I bathed and washed my hair. The previous week at work had been full on, so I’d not had time to attend to my normal beauty chores. I plucked my eyebrows, but was unable to attend to the dark hairs that annoyingly grew above my top lip, because I’d run out of wax. For the rest of the morning I did the washing, and cleaned the flat.

In jeans and a navy t shirt I made my way round to the “The Firs” for 2pm

Marion opened the door. There was no warmth in her greeting, merely a “You had better come in.”

She was dressed in her short sleeved black uniform dress with a white collar. It had a fob watch attached at breast height on one side and a gilt and enamel badge on the other breast which simply said “Matron”.

As she turned round I could see that she had also had her hair done by Toni the previous day. The one length blunt cut bob was now graduated sharply up her neck and the hair beneath the bob line clippered very severely. It was a strong look for a strong woman and suited her perfectly.

I followed her across the hall and down the corridor. My heart rate started to race as we approached the door behind which I’d discovered Fay tied to the chair…

We walked past. Relief flooded over me… Marion stopped at the next door down, opened it and ushered me in.

The layout, furniture and other paraphernalia told me in a second this was an old fashioned Doctor’s consulting room. Without questioning, I sat down on a hard wooden chair she pointed at whilst she sat down at the desk facing me.

Behind her, a white privacy curtain shrouded the window. The room would have been dim save for the strong overhead spotlights that I could feel the heat from on the top of my head.

“So..Jane I felt it appropriate that we have a little chat.”

“Oh yes, what’s on your mind?” I replied breezily, hiding my inner worries…

“Well yesterday I went to see Toni at the salon.”

“Yes I can see. Your hair looks very nice, you must be pleased.”

“I am, but I’m not very happy with what else I learnt whilst I was there.”

“Sorry? I’m not sure I understand,” I could feel my heart starting to thump in my chest.

“It’s about Fay.”

“Fay? Wasn’t that the name of the girl who didn’t cut your hair as you wanted?”

“You know it was.”

“Sorry?”

“I said you know it was. There’s no point in pretending. It’s the same Fay who cut you hair two weeks ago yesterday and with whom you have a repeat appointment with three weeks next Friday…”

My heart sank. How on earth had she found that out…?

“So you do know Fay don’t you?”

“It sounds like it. What a coincidence. Well I’m surprised.”

“Please don’t try and bluff your way out of it Jane…you saw Fay in this house that first time you came to tea, didn’t you?

It was the moment of truth… My mother always told me to face up to my responsibilities when it was necessary.

I tried to keep my voice steady and look her in the eyes “I opened the wrong door. It was an accident. Leaving someone tied to a chair with a vibrator up their vagina whilst taking tea with a tenant hardly gives you the moral high ground does it?”

I regretted saying it the moment it came out, but it was too late. I could see the colour rising in Marion’s cheeks. She was angry with me,

“I think you might want to apologise for saying that? Especially if you want me to consider renewing your tenancy agreement?”

“Apologise?”

“Yes apologise. It’s one of my conditions to you staying on at the flat.”

“One of your conditions?”

“Yes one of them. The other is that you submit yourself to me next Monday for a full examination so I can do a proper assessment of your suitability as a tenant.”

I was trying not to shake. Marion’s hold over the situation was complete. This was her in her comfort zone. This was how she liked to get into a dominant situation with her patients. She had me exactly where she wanted me and she knew it.

“I’m sorry.” It was barely more than a whisper.

“I should think so. Now stand up will you Jane?”

I bayburt escort hesitated for a moment, trying to hold my nerve by staring back into her eyes.

“Stand,” she barked, and I scuttled off the chair an on to my feet.

“Undo your jeans and lower them to your knees? Or leave and be out of your flat at the end of September. The choice is yours…”

“This is blackmail.”

“If you want to call it that, do so. I think it is about helping you reach your potential,” and she smiled a thin cruel smile.

She had me over a barrel. The heady mixture my guilt as to having been found out, the lure of her dominant nature and my desire to explore my submissive side had got me to my feet.

I undid the buckle on my belt…slowly, and then the button and zip on my jeans.

I pulled them down my thighs, trying desperately not to pull my panties down at the same time. When I lowered them to my knees and let them go, they fell to my ankles.

Marion leaned towards me. Staring at my crotch, which made me anxious, she said.

“And now those pretty grey satin panties please Jane.”

I was done for. I knew it and she knew it. As my fingers hooked the lace waistband and I eased the panties off my hips the scent of my arousal filled the air between us.

“My my, what a lot of hair you have down there Jane. And look at the gusset of those pretty grey panties too… Look at the stains in them Jane. You’ve either peed in them or you’re aroused. I wonder which it is..?”

At that moment her right hand moved over and her fingers cupped my mound, before her index finger wrapped itself around my labia and dug between them.

I sighed…I was wet through…again…

Marion pulled her hand up in front of my face.

“As I thought. Just look at what a horny little thing you are Jane. And smell yourself too…I think I can safely conclude that you will be here at 2pm on Monday won’t you?”

“But I have to be at work.”

“So throw a sickie. Tell them you have a bad period. You tried using the period excuse on me didn’t you…?”

“But..”

“Just do as you’re told Jane!” her voice suddenly very loud.

“Remove those pretty panties and give them to me. And then you can go…”

I bent down and undid my trainers, then pulled off my jeans and finally my panties. After I had pulled my jeans and shoes back on and done up my laces and belt, I folded the panties up and put them on her desk. A trophy for a Domme.

“Right, you can go now. No more jeans when you come here either, dresses or skirts and stockings not pantyhose. Oh and I think white underwear from now on. A plain white thong for Monday. Don’t disappoint me. You can find your own way out.”

I left in silence, cowed, chastened and with the seam in the gusset of my jeans chafing my soggy pussy with every step of the walk home.

~

I got back to the flat, made some Earl Grey, and then went and found some fresh knickers.

White underwear for Monday, Marion had said, I needed to go to town. Most of my white underwear was old and having Marion inspect it would be too humiliating for words.

I decided to also try and see Fay, I needed to apologise to her. It must have looked like I had sought her out, but it had been a coincidence…

My mind returned to Marion and Monday. I could simply not turn up, but then I would have to move. I would then never experience her “professional services”, and it was the idea of submission that had got me so steamed up of late. I wanted to dip my toe into a slightly darker side of sexual behaviour, just to be able to decide whether it was for me. What was there to lose? If I did not like it I could always leave…

How naive I was that day…

~

I went into town. After picking up some groceries, I went looking for a lingerie shop.

Down at the bottom of the High St, there was a branch of a chain that was well known for it’s sexy lingerie. I made may way down there, hesitated for a little while nearby. but then case aside my inhibitions and walked in.

I’d never been in one of those places before and was quite unfamiliar with the range that the shop sold. I was slightly shocked by the merchandise. Apart from lingerie it’s main line of business was clearly sex toys, and the sheer number and variety was an education.

Vibrators, dildos and other plastic and glass phalluses abounded, but there was also a large variety of other things. Whips, crops, chains, cuffs and fantasy clothing rails were there too, and the shop was busy. There were couples, men and women on their own, and groups of girls, clearly buying things for hen nights or parties. It surprised me how normal and acceptable everyone clearly felt it was to handle the merchandise. It was me with the problem…

I made my way to the underwear and picked out a pack of size 8 white plain lo rise thongs. Having something in my my hand to buy I felt legitimised my visit, and I then walked round the rest of the shop.

I wanted bartın escort to buy a vibrator. Memories of Helen came flooding back when I saw something similar to the one she had used on me all those years ago. Perhaps it was a taboo phenomenon that we always remember the shape and colour of vibrators we have been familiar with?

But no one ever talked about them…

I chose a small black vibrator. It was very discreet. The sales assistant bagged it and the knickers without batting an eyelid and I was soon on my way back up the High Street. It was 5pm. As I approached the Hair Salon, a small group walked out of the door. Fay was with them and holding a big bunch of keys. As the others made their way off, she turned and started locking the door. There were locks at foot height and head height. It took her a while to secure them all.

As she finished I approached her.

“Fay? I wonder could I have a word?”

She turned and looked at me, and when she recognised me, she surprisingly smiled.

“Hello. It’s Jane isn’t it?” She said.

“Yes, I’m surprised you can remember.”

“I always remember my clients with beautiful hair,” she replied.

I blushed, I know I blushed. This was not how I thought things were going to turn out.

“I was wondering if we could go and have a coffee somewhere?” I said, emboldened by her friendliness.

“Oh Jane I’d love to, but I can’t tonight. I have to go to London and will miss my train.”

“Oh never mind, it wasn’t that important..” i tried not to sound disappointed.

“I tell you what, can we meet on Tuesday, say 1 o’clock? I have a half day till two and we could meet for lunch. How’s that?”

“Great, yes great.” I could feel myself flush with colour as a great burden of guilt metaphorically fell off my shoulders. “Where shall we meet?”

“Let’s go to the little cafe at the back of the arcade. I think it’s called Reno’s. Look I’ve got to run, see you Tuesday..” and with that she dashed off up the street towards the station.

Chapter 2

Monday morning was dull and grey. I rang my boss on the dot of 9am and told her I would not be in with the contrived story of a bad period. She was very sympathetic. She was familiar with the problem herself.

With a cruel twist of irony I sensed my period actually was about to start. My nipples felt sore and I detected that little twinge in my uterus that normally heralded things were about to happen.

I worked for a while and then at noon went and had a bath. I shaved my legs and my armpits carefully. I deliberated about trimming my pubic hair but then chickened out. I’d never been very good at it and decided that I liked it the way it was.

I waxed my upper lip, applied a little mascara, and lip gloss and after drying my hair got dressed.

The thong was not particularly flattering. It was marginally too small and my pubes stuck out here and there. The good news was it matched my bra well and when I looked in the mirror, standing in just my undies I thought I looked pretty fantastic…

I then put on my black knee length skirt over a white ribbed body. I topped the outfit off with a red cotton cardigan. The tight body and cut of the neckline of the cardigan emphasised my neck and chest to their best advantage.

Just before leaving I went to the loo and had a pee. It was about the fourth time I had needed to go that day, I was a bag of nerves. As a precaution I put a tampon in, I reckoned Marion would not welcome me starting to bleed suddenly.

~

Marion was in the black uniform again. I followed her down the corridor to the end. The door had a sign on it, “Treatment Room 1”.

It was a large room that had a high ceiling and sky lights. There was a massage table and a padded chair with leg supports – I’d seen one of those before at the hospital when I had been to a gynaecologist…

Down one wall there were wall bars and at the end a sort of open bathroom area with a shower a bidet and a row of three toilets. Two of those looked conventional but the third was a squat toilet similar to one’s I’d had to endure when I went on a camping holiday in Turkey. The sight of it made me shiver…

The biggest shock came when I saw Marion pull back a privacy curtain that was in the corner by the door. A naked woman was lying in a sort of harness suspended from the ceiling that held her body with broad canvas straps under her body and legs. Her head was tipped backwards so I couldn’t see her face. She was full figured, with heavy breasts loose and lank on her chest and a swollen belly. Middle aged clearly… Her thick thighs were pulled wide apart revealing her genitals, She had been shaved recently, her pubic region was dark and stubbly. Jutting out of her vulva was an odd yellow shape, and out of her bottom, which was being stretched open cruelly, a stubby plastic tube.

Underneath the harness was a large shower base, and attached to the wall were various taps hoses and attachments.

“This is Angela Deacon, Jane. ığdır escort She probably won’t say hello to you at the moment but she does know a little bit about you, as she actually has your gray panties stuffed in her mouth and the gusset is pegged to her nose.. Say hello to Angela, Jane won’t you?”

There was a whimper from Angela. My mouth opened, I wanted to talk…but nothing came out.

My panties in her mouth…I couldn’t believe it… Marion’s ability to humiliate clearly had no boundaries. She went on,

“Cat got your tongue Jane? Anyway we’ll leave Marion for a few minutes Jane, she’s in the middle of something. Why don’t you slip those clothes off and come and settle yourself over here? and she pointed at the gynaecologist’s chair. You can hang your clothes on the hooks next to Angela’s.

Whilst I slowly peeled off my clothing, Marion picked up a clipboard and started to prepare various things on one of the benches. By the time I was down to my bra and panties, she had wheeled a trolley, laden with stainless steel kidney dishes over to the chair.

“Now slip those undies off Jane and give the panties to me.”

I did as I was told. I folded the thong to try and conceal the slight moistness in the gusset. In a few moments I was settled, nervously in the chair. Marion turned to face me.

“Comfy? …good”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

“So let’s get started with some basics. Please answer all the questions Jane. It’s important I build up a full picture so there are no surprises later on.”

Marion picked up her clipboard and then asked me about my past. The question were initially fairly innocuous, where I was born, family history, diseases I had been afflicted with and so on. Inevitably things then started to get more personal. When had I first had sex? Had I had any STD’s, date of last sexual encounter, sexual orientation??

I found all of these easy to answer except the last one. When I hesitated, Marion lowered the clipboard and stared at me.

“So, are you heterosexual, bi sexual, gay or what?”

I started to feel warm, and fidgety.

“I think I would describe myself as bi-curious.”

There I had said it out loud. Somehow I felt better for finally admitting it.

“I see,” said Marion and went back to her form.

“And have you ever had any sexual relations with a woman?”

I hesitated again..

“Come on Jane. It’s a simple yes or no answer. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover today. There simply isn’t time for you to think about answers at this stage. I have another patient in 50 minutes.”

“Yes,” my voice was little more than a whisper.

Another tick on the form. The questions then went to my gynaecological history. Children? Terminations? Other issues such as irregular periods, what contraception I was using/had used, date of last period…?

To the last question I hesitated again and then described my earlier twinges and the precautionary tampon I had inserted. In a matter of seconds Marion had splayed my legs and put her hand down to my vulva to confirm what I had said. She pulled the string gently but firmly and the tampon eased out of my entrance. Holding it by the string she waved it in front of my face. There was a tiny patch of scarlet blood on it…

“Your suspicions would appear to be correct, Jane. That’s good. I like patients to know and understand their bodies.”

She discarded the tampon and picked up the clipboard again.

“Right let’s get one or two other things cleared up. Which of the following have you indulged in?”

“Anal sex? Oh and I mean with either a male or a female.”

“No.”

“Fellatio?”

“No”

“Cunnilingus?”

“Yes, once.”

“I am really not interested in the frequency Jane, just answer the questions.”

“OK.”

“Now I want to move on to the limits of your experience. Have you ever tried Bondage, either on your own or with a partner of either sex?”

“No.”

“Discipline such as spanking, paddling, whipping, caning?”

“No.”

“Water sports?”

“Water sports?”

“Yes water sports. Play with urine…?”

“No.”

“Toilet games?”

“I think I know what you mean…definitely No!.”

“Food play?”

“Er…”

“Come on Jane you must know what I mean. Bananas, cucumbers or have you ever been figged?”

“No, not the first two or anything like that and I don’t know what being figged is…”

“Ah, well Angela can help us there,” she said, the cruel grin returning… “Angela is being figged at the moment. You see that yellow stump poking out of her vulva?”

“Yes…”

“That’s a nice plug of raw ginger, fresh from those very obliging Chinese stall holders in the market. It tends to rather warm things up, as you can see by the sheen of sweat on Angela. it’s very effective…”

“Er…I see..”

“What about sex toys? Do you own a vibrator?”

I felt myself beginning to blush…

Well?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“One, black…small.”

“Any butt plugs, anal or electro stimulators?”

“Absolutely not…”

“How about fantasy enactment? Dressing up as a school girl or a teacher or similar?”

“No.”

“And Doctors and nurses?”

“No.”

“And finally what about prostitution? Have you ever either paid money for sex or been paid for sex?”

“Definitely not.”

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