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This is my first ever story. This is a 100% true story that developed over a few years. (All names are made up to protect anyone’s identity)

I am not much of a writer but I wanted to share my story.

I want to give some back ground to how I ended up meeting the most wild, sex crazed girl of my life. Damn she was fun.

In my mid twenties, I started to chat online with women. I was gifted with a rather large cock and it wasn’t very hard to get someone chatting, after posting a few pictures.

I would meet women and couples over the years to play. I have many stories to tell but this one is about a girl named Tamara. As time went on, she turned my world upside down.

I posted an ad on Craigslist, causal encounters. It read “Hung and looking for fun!”

With a few photo’s of myself.

I would get many replies, most from men of course. Then I received one from a girl named Tamara.

She asked “Is that really you? if so, nice dick!”

I replied that yes, it was me in the pics.

We chatted back and forth for a few days. She said she wasn’t really looking to meet anyone. She just liked reading the posts and looking at all the photo’s on the site.

At first I thought she was just another guy pretending to be a girl. She sent over some pics of herself. She was a nice looking woman. Long blonde hair, 34 years old (four years older then me) I couldn’t see much of her in the photos other than her face.

After a while we exchanged phone numbers and texted back and forth. As we got to know each other more, the topic of course turned back to sex.

“So what are you after, putting those naughty pictures online?” Tamara texted.

“Mainly, I am just showing off and having fun” I replied.

“Well, you got my attention.” She replied.

I told her that I had met people online for fun, from time to time.

I asked her if she had ever met anyone from CL and she said no. She said she has been single for awhile and the only action she was getting was from her box of toys in her closest. (I will find out later, she had lot’s of toys.)

After we chatted for awhile I let her know that I was into Dom/sub play. She found that interesting and said that she is naturally more submissive.

“So young lady, what are you really after on CL?” I asked.

“Really, I just get bored at work sometimes and enjoy reading the post and seeing the different pics.” Tamara replied.

“That is very naughty of you to be looking at dirty pics at work, don’t you think?” I asked.

“Yes, I suppose it is, but I can’t help it” she confessed.

“Don’t you ever look at porn or naughty things at work?” Tamara asked.

“Yes, I do. But I own the place so it’s okay.” I answered with a laugh.

“Have you chatted with other men from CL? I asked.

“Yes, I have chatted şirinevler escort with a few. Most of them are stupid and boring” She explained.

“So you’ve chatted and teased but never met anyone?” I asked.

“I don’t contact people in the ads very often. I just read and look.” She said. (Who knows if she was telling the truth.)

“You can’t get in much trouble reading and looking” I said.

“I’m not a prude, but I am careful and picky to be honest” She explained.

“As you should be, young lady” I replied.

We continued to chat for a couple weeks off and on. I took on more of a dominate tone with her, she seemed to enjoy it. She kept asking for more photos and commenting on the size of my cock. I thought she was just pumping my ego, which was fine, I enjoyed it.

“So how big is it?” She asked one day.

“My cock? just over eight inches” I texted.

“That’s a thick eight inches” Tamara replied.

“Yes it is” I replied with a emoji wink.

As we chatted, I could tell she was a very submissive girl just dying to be taken. As time went on, that side of her really came out. She spoke more and more about sex and her naughty mind. She was clearly a very sexually frustrated girl.

I asked her if she wanted to meet. She said that she would enjoy that. It turns out that her house was close to my office. I worked on Saturdays and I was the only one there. I told her to come by at 2:00 and don’t be late.

Sure enough, that Saturday, right on time, a pickup truck pulled into my office driveway. I thought maybe it was a customer.

Out hopped a blonde woman roughly 5′ 3″ and curves in all the right places. She was very attractive and totally my type. She had on a pair of tight jeans and low cut shirt. Her breasts were slightly bigger then they should be on her small frame.

She walked in with a big smile on her face.

“Jake?” She asked.

“Tamara?” I replied

She put her arms out, looking for hug. I towered over her at 6′ 2″ and 190 pounds.

“Come into my office for your interview” I said with a laugh.

She followed with a giggle.

I sat down behind my desk and directed her to have a seat.

We made small talk about my work and the weirdos online that we both had come across. She was a bit shy but very nice. After about a hour I decided to steer the topic towards sex.

Out of no where I asked “So have you ever had a big cock Tamara?”

She laughed and turned bright red.

“Well that was unexpected” she said.

“Answer the question” I said with a grin on my face.

“No, I have not been with one as big as the one in your pictures” She said.

“Do you wanna see it Tamara?” I asked.

She didn’t reply. She just smiled and laughed.

I was hard as a rock at this point. taksim escort I stood up, her eyes went right to my crotch, my excitement was clearly visible through my jeans. I walked around my desk and told her to stand up. I turned my back to her and reached back to grab her hand. I guided her hand around my waist and placed it on my throbbing cock. She squeezed me through my jeans.

“Oh wow! it’s so thick” She said with a nervous giggle.

We stood there for a minute as she felt every inch.

I pulled her hand away (which she kind of resisted) and walked to my office door. I looked out the window to make sure no one was in the driveway.

“Do you wanna see it? I asked.

“Yes!” was her short answer.

“Are you sure” I asked with a grin on my face.

“Yes, I am sure!” She said with lust in her eyes.

I was standing against the doorway about ten feet from her. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. My cock fell out in to view. I stroked it quickly, out of habit. When I looked up, Tamara was coming my way quickly and was on her knees before I even knew it. It was like she slide across the room. I was not expecting that at all.

“Very nice.” She said as she wrapped her lips around me.

I know this sounds made up but it is 100% true.

I just met this girl who seemed so shy and innocent, and here she was on her knees in my office with my cock in her mouth. She worked my throbbing cock like a pro. It was amazing!

I snapped out of it and remembered where I was. I was afraid someone would walk in to my office. I pulled my cock out of her hungry mouth and lifted her to her feet.

“That’s enough!” I said, pulling up my jeans.

She whimpered with disappointment.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked.

“No, you are great! We just can’t do this here.” I explained.

I sat her back down in the chair and had a seat myself.

We talked awhile longer and agreed to meet at her place very soon. I walked her to the front door and gave her a hug.

“I will text you later” I said.

“Am I hired, Sir?” She asked with a smile.

“I’ll let you know” I teased.

As she drove away I laughed to myself “What a crazy meeting” I thought to myself. Little did I know where this shy, innocent girl would lead me.

Later that night, as I played with myself, I texted her.

“You’ve been chosen for the position :)”

She replied back quickly “I knew you’d hire me lol”

“I had to, you blew my mind this afternoon. I can’t believe that happened. You truly are a very submissive girl, which is perfect!” I said.

She replied “Me either. I was very turned on before we even met. Your control of the situation was very hot. Not to mention, I knew what you were hiding behind that desk”

“I might topkapı escort have to call you back in for a second interview lol” I replied.

We continued to chat and set up a time to come to her house. I told her that she needs to finish the job she started. She completely agreed.

A couple of days later, I went to her house. She lived in a end unit town house. It was a nice place. I knocked on the door and she answered. Once again looking good. This time she had on jeans and a T shirt, with clearly no bra. Her hard nipples were showing and they looked fantastic. She gave me a hug at the door and welcomed me in.

She showed me to the living room and offered me a drink. We made some small talk and then she asked if I would like a tour of the house, I said sure.

As she lead the way upstairs, her nice ass swayed in front of me. I reached out and gave her a squeeze. I could feel my cock start to swell already.

“Great ass, girl!” I commented.

“Thank you, I work hard for it” She said with a giggle.

“Well, it has paid off.” I said.

As we reach the top of the stairs, she points to a spare bedroom and then leads us into her master. She has a queen size bed and an attached bathroom.

She turns and wraps her arms around me. Looking down at her we kiss. It quickly turns more aggressive. I reach for her firm breast, they feel great and her nipples could cut glass. She slides her hand down on to my waiting cock.

“There it is.” She whispers.

I run my hand up her back in to her hair. I grab her by the hair on the back of her head and jerk her head back firmly.

“Are you going to finish what you started this time?” I ask.

“Yes” is all she said.

“Yes what?” I ask.

“Yes Sir!” she says as she drops to her knees.

“Good girl” I say as she reaches for my belt.

She is quick to get my jeans off and my cock back in her mouth. She had the perfect technique of sucking and stroking. She pushed me back on the bed so I sat down. She stroked my throbbing cock with one hand as she licked and sucked on my low hanging balls. Then she would work her way back up and take as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. The whole time making noises to show she was truly enjoying herself.

With my hand holding her by the hair I say,

“God damn you can suck a cock girl!”

She looks up and says “I know!” and goes back to work.

I sat back and enjoyed the amazing feeling and watched her worship my cock. She was the best I have ever had.

It wasn’t long and I could feel that I was about to cum. She must have been able to tell too. She picked up her pace and squeezed and tugged on my balls a little.

This sent me over the edge and I exploded in her mouth. She moaned and made slurping noises as she swallowed it all. She must have spent another five minutes cleaning and getting every last drop of cum.

“Thank you Sir” She said.

“Good girl” I said as I fell back on her bed to catch my breath.

There is much, much more wild times to come. This girl was a complete freak and I guess, turned me into one too.

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The Red Rose and The Flower of Scotland: Heather’s introduction.

He wasn’t exactly at a loose end but had been really disappointed to be told that his Goddess would not be making a visit back to England as planned. It was probably a week after that disappointment that he opened an email from her which contained an intriguing command.

She had always shared her experiences with her friend Heather, an attractive Scottish brunette with beautiful curves, who, although she had no experience of female domination was always interested in where Caroline had been and what she had done.

Caroline, it must be said, loved cock, as did Heather, and both had lovers, the only difference being that Caroline loved to alternate between big cock and obedient tongue.

The first time Caroline had told Heather about being fucked by a seven inch cock for something like half an hour, Heather was so aghast at the image in her mind of Caroline’s cunt being pounded by the long thick cock for THIRTY MINUTES, in a number of positions, that she decided to shock her further by telling her that while she was being fucked she had another man in her spare room. This second man was standing in the corner, wrists tied behind his back, black stretch hood on, held in place by a leather collar, yesterdays knickers stuffed in his mouth, ready to be used as and when required.

Heather was babbling, her hand shaking so much that she had to put her glass of Pinot Grigio on the table to avoid spilling it, as she fired questions at the amused Caroline ‘who, what, where, when, how, how many, how long, both time and size?’

As Caroline spilled the beans Heathers cunt was tingling, her knickers soaked in cunt juice and she excused herself and went off upstairs, ostensibly to go to the toilet but really to satisfy her lust, at least temporarily, with a quick wank.

After a minute Caroline had followed her upstairs and listened at the bathroom door as Heather fingered herself to a rather noisy orgasm as Caroline’s hand ventured down her own ski pants and she fingered her cunt. When the cries had died down Caroline slinked slowly downstairs and went to the kitchen to refill the ice cold wine.

As a flush faced Heather came back into the living room flicking her shoulder length hair Caroline reappeared and walked past her, placing the two glasses side şişli escort by side on the coffee table and sat on the sofa where Heather had been sat and patted the seat next to her for Heather to retake her place. Caroline deliberately waited for Heather to lift the glass to her lips and take a refreshing mouthful before saying ‘nice wank was it?’

It was a typical thing for Caroline to say, she loved teasing, loved shocking when required and Heather spluttered, hardly able to swallow the wine which although ice cold seemed to burn her throat as she stammered a denial. However her flushed face, a blush enhancing her sex flush gave it all away and Caroline put her hand gently on her friends. “No need to sneak off with me, if you want to masturbate just do it here, or upstairs.”

“Upstairs?”

“Yeah, if you’d like. Together, with each other or …”

“Or?”

“Or to each other, if that’s your thing.”

“Is it your thing?”

“Well, it’s not my main thing, but I don’t mind the occasional girl-on-girl action. How about you?”

“Not since I was at uni. I experimented a little bit, but I prefer men.”

“You mean you prefer cock. Men can be a bit yuk at times.”

They both laughed at the truth of the jest, and clunked glasses together, a bit too heartily causing the wine to splash into the air, followed by more hilarity.

As the laughing subsided Caroline looked earnestly at the Scottish beauty until she looked up and their eyes locked.

“You only have to say you know.” said Caroline softly.

“Would you tell me about your…” she didn’t know quite what to call him, but Caroline helped her out. “My slave.”

“Yes, your slave. God that sounds so naughty.”

Caroline threw her head back and laughed. “Naughty? Oh Heather you are so sweet.” she chided her by imitating her Scottish accent, the ‘naughty’ becoming something with a rolling R in the middle.

“Don’t take the piss, I’ve never done anything like that as well you know.” she replied, a hint of admonishment in her voice. “So will you tell me?”

“Hmmm” replied Caroline “that might be a bit difficult.”

“Why?”

“It won’t be easy to tell you if my tongue is in your cunt.” she replied a matter-of-factly, sipping the wine and looking over the rim of her glass, gauging the brunette’s reaction.

The escort avcılar room was silent for what seemed like an hour but was perhaps ten seconds. It was Heather’s turn to make her friend choke as she waited until Caroline had taken another sip of wine before saying “Much easier to tell the tale if my tongue was in your cunt.”

As Caroline spluttered Heather threw back her head and laughed.

Caroline wiped her mouth and stood up, then put on a faux air of authority “Upstairs now, and when I get up there I expect you to be naked, hands behind your back, on your knees facing the window.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s what I say to him.”

“Oh my!”exclaimed Heather “and does he do it?”

“Of course he does it. Otherwise he’ll be OTK toute suite!”

“What does OTK mean?”

“Over the knee.” replied Caroline, matter of factly.

“Really?”

“Well actually he’d be over my knee soon enough anyway.”

“And does he enjoy that?”

“What? Being spanked?”

“Yes.”

“I assume so, seeing as he originally asked me to do it to him.”

“Wow. Now that I’d really like to watch.”

Five minutes later with Heather kneeling at the side of the bed Caroline approached her from behind and pushed her hand through her soft lustrous hair.

“Are you sure you’re quite ready for this?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, and the story won’t just last a few minutes, so I expect two orgasms. Is that understood.”

“Yes.”

Caroline gripped her hair tight and pulled her head back so they were looking at each other upside down. “Yes?”

“Yes, Caroline?”

“Yes Mistress is the correct response.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And do you like to be spanked slave?”

Heather was taken aback by being addressed as such and her hesitation meant further hair pulling.

“Well, do you?”

“I…I…I don’t know Mistress. I’ve never been spanked since I was a wee girl.”

“Oh well. We’ll have you OTK after my first orgasm.” Heather shivered as a little wave of pleasure washed over her, making her clit tingle.

Caroline let go of her hair and stepped past the kneeling slave.

Heather glanced up as Caroline sat down on the bed. She had changed and was now wearing a red suspender belt, black lace top stockings and red high heeled shoes. She looked magnificent.

“Is avrupa yakası escort this how you dress for him?”

“By him do you mean for Cock or Tongue?”

“Both I suppose.”

“More so for the tongue, but sometimes both. Although my favourite is Tongue followed by Cock then Tongue again.”

“So he licks you before your other guy fucks you?”

“Yes of course. And not just him and not just before.”

“After he’s cum in you? And what do you mean not just him?” babbled Heather, eyes wide in amazement.

“Well I usually make him lick me to orgasm before I go out to get fucked. I usually make sure he’s a little tied up. Then when I come back I tell him I’d tell him all about it but only while he licks me clean. Once he’s done that and made me come I spank him, then allow him to fuck-lick me. But he’s not allowed to cum without asking for permission.”

“And do you give him permission?”

“Not straight away. The best time was when we had fuck-licked and then as I was spanking him the door bell went. I knew who it was of course but I slipped my handcuffs on him, ordered him to stand in the corner of my bedroom and went to answer the door.”

“Who was it?”

“Oh it was Big Cock who’d called in for round two.”

“Oh my god!”

“We’d had a prior arrangement that if he wanted to fuck me again he should call round. So he fucked me in the front room. Well, on the stairs, then in the dining room, the kitchen and finished in the front room. He was there about twenty minutes, then he left and I went back upstairs.”

“Do you think he knew?”

“What that I’d been fucked again?”

“No I mean Big Cock, did he know your slave was upstairs?”

“At that time no, but he did later. Much later. Anyway stop talking and get you tongue to work.”

Three orgasms, two for Caroline and Heathers second of the afternoon, and one spanking later, a dozen firm strokes to her gorgeous full arse and things were destined never to be the same again, and they never were, that is until Heather’s husband decided they were to return to Scotland, a sad day for the two luscious ladies, the Flower of Scotland and the Red Rose.

Back to the email and he re-read it to ensure he wasn’t dreaming it, but Caroline was quite specific: he was to be ready to go north any day soon and he should plan his route accordingly.

So the disappointment of Caroline’s visit being postponed was to be assuaged by a visit to Heather, of who he had heard so much, but had never been told of the above scenario. He did know that Heather had a lover but knew no details.

To Be Continued in Chapter two.

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Nicole returns to the barn, but she is late and doesn’t arrive naked. That means that what she hoped would be another night of pleasure becomes a Red Hat Night.

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Nicole pulled her car out of sight behind the barn. A fast glance at her watch told her that she was running late, so she quickly got out of the car and ran to the back to open the trunk. Stripping off as fast as she could and throwing her clothing and jewelry into the trunk, she reached for her white cowboy hat.

She had just placed it on her head when Annabelle said sternly from behind her, “Why are you late?!!”.

Nicole yelped and jumped and then sobbed out quickly, “There was an accident, the road was blocked.”

“But why didn’t you arrive naked?!” Annabelle almost snarled. “An accident didn’t prevent that!”

“It was still light when I left my apartment,” Nicole wailed. “People would have seen me! I couldn’t stand that. I was going to stop in the grove and strip off, but I was running late.”

Annabelle frowned at her and then said roughly, “Why four different hats?”

Nicole looked startled, but quickly said, “White means a pleasure night; red means pain; black means denial; and the red and white straw hat means pleasure and pain.”

Annabelle grabbed the white Stetson off Nicole’s head and threw it back into the trunk. “Tonight is not going to be a white hat night,” she said curtly as she picked up the red hat.

“I think I will wear the hats in this relationship from now on,” she said firmly as she put the red hat on her own head. “And tonight just became a night of pain.”

“Will I still get my orgasm? Nicole whimpered, almost begging.

“If you accept the pain like a proper little slave cowgirl,” Annabelle answered curtly.

Nicole looked shocked but said nothing.

“Follow me into the barn,” Annabelle said firmly, “and bring your duffle bag.”

“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole said softly as she picked up her bag and followed Annabelle into the barn.

“I always like to check out other girls’ toys,” Annabelle said sweetly as she rummaged through Nicole’s duffel.

She held up a whip that was made of several wide strips of rough cloth. “What is this?” she said looking at Nicole. She swished it through the air and added, “It doesn’t even swing properly. How could it even be felt?”

“It’s supposed to be wet,” Nicole said. “You soak it in water or oil or even honey. The individual swats don’t hurt that much, but after a while your whole back or ass or legs or whatever starts turning bright red. I used to have one made out of chamois, but I used honey on it and couldn’t get it out.”

“OK. little naked cowgirl,” Annabelle said almost sweetly, “stand against the ladder to the loft and we will try this out. I guess I will have to use water for now.”

Nicole stood facing the ladder that led up to the loft.

“Hands high above your head!” Annabelle ordered. “Grab the highest rung you can reach on your tiptoes.”

Nicole did as she was ordered and then stood there quivering from the exertion of stretching herself up so far. Annabelle stepped up alongside her and began wrapping strips of leather around her hands and wrists.

“These are high quality,” Annabelle said as she wrapped the leather straps snugly around the ladder… and Nicole’s wrists. “Where’d you get them?”

“I have a friend who does leather work for Renaissance Faires,” Nicole replied. “She gives me her scrap leather.”

“Would she make a custom whip or flogger?” Annabelle asked.

Nicole’s cheeks… on both ends… turned a bright red and Annabelle laughed. “I guess you don’t have to answer that one. What was it, a whip or a flogger?”

Nicole looked beyoğlu escort down at the ground. Her skin became a deeper shade of red. “It was a tawse,” she said very softly. “It’s in the bag.”

Annabelle patted Nicole’s asscheeks. “I’ve never seen a girl who ass-blushed before,” she said almost laughing. Then she rummaged through the bag and lifted the tawse into the air.

“Quality work,” she said as she tapped Nicole lightly on the ass with the tawse. Nicole yelped slightly but said nothing.

It was silent in the barn for a short while. Nicole stood staring through the ladder at the area under the loft. There were a variety of odd-looking machines and other stuff stored there. She heard water running and then a loud “thunk” as a heavy bucket full of water was dropped on the floor directly alongside her.

“How long do you have to let it soak?” Annabelle asked.

“It saturates pretty quickly,” Nicole said, “but it doesn’t hold the water. The chamois one was so much better.”

She then gasped very loudly. Annabelle had swung the wet whip so that it hit on Nicole’s legs just below her ass. Her gasp wasn’t from pain. The cloth whip didn’t hurt on the first strokes, but it was COLD… very cold.

“This has a different feel,” Annabelle said, “but I think I can get used to it.”

She swung the whip rapidly seven or eight times. Strokes seven and eight were directly across Nicole’s asscheeks.

“So, my little naked cowgirl,” Annabelle said, laughing. She laughed again and added, “… my little wet, naked cowgirl. How many strokes does it take before it starts to hurt?”

Nicole mumbled an answer and Annabelle barked out, “Speak up, slave!’

“A hundred,” Nicole stuttered out, “it usually doesn’t start to hurt until around a hundred.”

“That’s a lot of work,” Annabelle scoffed. “Who whips you with it?”

“I used to have a friend in college,” Nicole answered. “We’d make bets.”

“And you would usually lose, wouldn’t you?” Annabelle asked as she slowly pulled the wet whip across Nicole’s ass.

“Not always,” Nicole replied defensively.

“Do you ever use it on yourself?” Annabelle asked as she dunked the whip back into the water.

“I can’t use it in my apartment,” Nicole said softly.

Annabelle laughed. “Way too messy,” she said. “You need someplace like… a barn.”

Her voice got very firm. “Count them, little naked cowgirl. You don’t have to thank me or even say Mistress, but I want a number from each stroke. You understand that?”

“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole answered.

Annabelle stood to Nicole’s side and began flailing with the whip. Each stroke made a loud “splat!” as the wet cloth struck Nicole’s skin. It reminded Annabelle of those couple times when she whipped Lucille with a wet towel in the shower room at college.

Nicole counted every stroke as Annabelle slowly moved up from her ass. When Annabelle reached Nicole’s shoulders, she began moving downward. Every fifteen strokes she would pause slightly to plunge the cloth whip back into the bucket of water.

At eighty-eight, Nicole’s back and ass were turning a bright shade of red and she began grunting slightly with each stroke. At one hundred and thirty she began begging, “Please, Mistress Ann, no more, no more.”

Annabelle’s only response was “Keep the count, slavegirl!”

Nicole continued counting, but she was grunting and whining before each count. When the count reached two hundred, Annabelle dropped the whip into the bucket and stepped around in front of Nicole. She reached up and squeezed Nicole’s nipples. Nicole yelped, and Annabelle gasped very slightly, looking surprised.

“You’re dripping milk,” she said firmly. “Do you have a baby at home?”

“No… NO!” Nicole quickly answered. “It’s a side effect of my birth control pills. It’s kind of rare and it only happens if I’m turned on, but my breasts get bigger and a little milk comes out.”

Annabelle chuckled deeply. “You are a bundle of surprises, my naked little cowgirl. Two hundred lashes with a whip– albeit a cloth whip– and you aren’t screaming in pain. Instead you are turned on enough for your tits to swell up and milk to leak out of those udders.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Ann,” Nicole said, almost sobbing.

“I’m not,” Annabelle said with a wicked smile. She stroked Nicole’s right breast and said, “It gives me a chance to try out some of my grandfather’s old equipment.” She chuckled again, almost sounding evil, and said, “He was a dirty old man… well, actually he was probably a dirty young man too, but in any case he left me a lot of very interesting fetish gear including…” She pointed to something covered with a tarp in the corner. “… a Hucow milking station.”

She patted Nicole on the ass and said, “You just hang around there while I get things set up.”

While Annabelle was moving some things around, Nicole asked timidly, “What’s a Hucow, Mistress Ann?”

Annabelle laughed. escort ataköy “When I was a really small girl and came out here on weekends, Grandpa used to have this young girl who helped out around the farm. Grandpa called her his little milk maid. I always felt sorry for her because she had such huge breasts. By the time I was old enough to ask about it, though, she was gone. Grammy said that she had found a bull that would appreciate her. It wasn’t until I found this milking station that the penny dropped and I realized what she had to have been.”

“What was she?” Nicole asked.

“She was a Hucow– a human female who liked to be milked like a cow and had the udders to make it work,” Annabelle answered. She laughed and then said, “You don’t have enough upstairs to provide much milk, but I think you will appreciate what this machine can do for you.” She laughed again. “And I,” she said, still laughing, “can have fun seeing if I can encourage you to produce a little cream.”

Annabelle pulled the tarp off a strange-looking machine and dragged it into the light. It was a bunch of stainless steel pipes arranged like a small box sitting on a large roll-around stand. On one end was a small padded bench. On the other end there were two short posts with leather bands attached. At the base of those posts were round padded areas.

“Let’s get you in here,” Annabelle said brightly, “and then I’ll bring out the milker.”

“Do I have to, Mistress Ann?” Nicole whined as Annabelle began unwrapping her wrists.

“Look at it this way,” Annabelle said, “you won’t be hanging by your wrists. You won’t be hanging at all… well except for your tits. They will be hanging down quite nicely.”

Nicole looked slightly afraid as Annabelle led her over to the strange contraption. “You kneel on that,” she said, “and then you put your hands up there on those round pads.”

Nicole knelt slowly and then tried to put her hands on the round pads.

“You have to reach over the first of the two bars,” Annabelle said roughly. “I think you can figure out where your teats are supposed to go.”

Nicole cautiously put her arms between the two smaller bars which went across the frame. The first bar was slightly curved. It ended up just below her breasts. The second bar had a large padded curve in it that fit under her neck.

“Quick adjustment,” Annabelle said as she moved the neck bar slightly. There was a slight click as it moved into place and then a much louder click as Annabelle pushed the top half of the head restraint into place.

“Can’t have a cow wandering off during milking,” she said with a laugh. Then she began securing Nicole’s arms to the short poles. When she was done with that, she went to the back of the frame and pulled two straps across each of Nicole’s calves.

“Now the fun part,” she said brightly and hurried back under the loft to retrieve a small stand with a piece of equipment mounted on it. Attached to the equipment were two clear tubes with slightly larger stainless steel tubes on their ends. Annabelle plugged in the machine and a soft humming filled the barn. Nicole gasped loudly when Annabelle pushed the first of the stainless steel tubes onto her left breast. She gasped more softly when Annabelle repeated that for the right breast.

“That’s just enough suction to keep them in place,” Annabelle explained. “I set the timer so it should start the actual milking once I have churned your cream.”

Nicole wanted to ask Annabelle what she was going to do, but instead she groaned as Annabelle’s fingers slid through her slit.

“Just priming the pump,” Annabelle said as she continued to massage Nicole’s sex. Once Nicole was moaning loudly Annabelle stepped back and picked up a thin cane. She swished it back and forth several times as if she were waiting for something. Then the sound of the milker changed. Rather than a soft hum, it became a louder almost grinding sound that pulsated slowly. With each pulse, one of the clear lines would rock and sway. Nicole gasped at first, but then began just moaning, “Ooooh, Ooooh, Ooooh” with each pulse.

Annabelle stood behind Nicole watching the thick fluids seep out of her cunt and down her legs. She swished the cane in time with the pumping action of the milking machine and then suddenly snapped the cane across Nicole’s ass. She waited, her head bobbing in time with the machine until the pump had gone from right to left then back to right and again back to left. When the pump went back to the left breast for the third time, Annabelle again struck. This time she was careful to make the full force of the slash crash down on Nicole’s right ass cheek.

Annabelle continued striking every third pump cycle. She would alternate so that the third time the pump was sucking on Nicole’s right teat, the cane would snap across her left asscheek and then the third time the pump was sucking on Nicole’s left teat, the cane punished the right asscheek.

Soon mecidiyeköy escort Nicole was continuously keening a high-pitched wail. Her body was undulating as much as it could in the milking stall and she was struggling to free her hands so that she could take herself over the top.

Annabelle laid the cane across Nicole’s back and walked around in front of her. Nicole looked up at her and tried to speak. Her words were interrupted with “Uhs” and grunts as the pump cycled, but she looked up at Annabelle and begged, “Please, Mistress Ann, you said I could have an orgasm. Please give me an orgasm. Please… please… please…”

Annabelle squatted down in front of Nicole and said, “I think maybe I should cane you until you either orgasm or beg me to stop.”

“No, Mistress,” Nicole sobbed. “I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand it.”

“But you came out here wanting to be my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle said dismissively. “Maybe you should just go back to your apartment and dream about what you could have had.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Nicole sobbed. “I want to be your naked cowgirl. I really do. But I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Maybe you need a trial weekend or two,” Annabelle said. “Come out here next Friday night at eight and be ready to stay for the whole weekend.” She laughed and then added, “Don’t worry about packing anything. Clothing, for you, is going to be optional.”

Nicole nodded her head rapidly and said, “OK, OK, Mistress Ann. I’ll be here next Friday at eight.”

“And arrive naked,” Annabelle said with a smile.

“It will still be light out,” Nicole whined. “I can’t walk out to my car naked in full sunlight.”

“You can strip off in the glen if you want,” Annabelle said harshly, “but you had better arrive naked or I will send you right back home.”

“OK, OK,” Nicole said between grunts. “I will arrive naked.”

“And be on time,” Annabelle said firmly.

“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole replied. Then she whined, “You promised me an orgasm. Please give me my orgasm. Please… Please… Please.” Now rather than grunting slightly when the milking machine sucked on her teats, Nicole was grunting out “Please” with each cycle of the pump.

“You shall have your orgasm, my needy little naked cowgirl,” Annabelle said with a slight laugh. “And so shall I.”

She patted Nicole’s ass and said, “Don’t go anywhere. I need to get something from the house.”

Nicole kept up her steady litany of “Please… Please… Please… Please…” while Annabelle walked out of the barn and over to the house. When she returned, she was naked… except for a large strap-on dildo that hung from her front.

“This is double-ended,” Annabelle said as she centered herself behind Nicole. “There is a short stub that goes into me and a nub that rubs against my clit. I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied. And you are NOT going to orgasm until I do. I won’t tell you when you can let yourself go, but if you go too soon, you aren’t coming back next weekend. Do you understand me, my little naked cowgirl?”

“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole answered. Then she gasped loudly as Annabelle slid the huge dildo inside of her.

Annabelle’s thrusts were timed with the rhythm of the pump. It was exquisitely slow pleasure for both of them. Nicole rapidly was panting and moaning loudly. Annabelle remained silent for what seemed like hours to Nicole. It was much less than that, but Nicole had been on the edge of orgasm for some time before Annabelle finally began a high-pitched grunting with each stroke. She was also speeding up slightly.

Finally Annabelle gave a single, loud, high-pitched groan, rammed herself hard into Nicole, and stopped. Nicole waited a moment to be sure and then released the pent-up orgasm that was boiling inside of her. She wailed and screamed and bounced within the milking frame.

Finally she calmed down and almost immediately began screaming, “Ow! Ow!” with each cycle of the pump.

“Please, Mistress Ann, shut it off!” she wailed, but there was no answer. She was alone in the barn. The huge dildo was still firmly in her cunt, but Annabelle was gone.

“No, No, NO!” she screamed loudly and began twisting and thrashing against her bonds. She had physically moved the milking stand several inches when she felt a hand on her hair.

“Now, now, my little naked cowgirl,” Annabelle said gently. “The pump is off. We just need to detach the teat cups.”

Nicole looked up. Annabelle was standing there once again dressed in her denim skirt and white blouse. The red hat was still firmly on her head. Nicole yelped as first one cup and then the other was pulled from her tender teats.

“Not more than a couple of tablespoons of milk,” Annabelle said. “I would have thought someone with your nice rack would have produced more, but I could fix that with some hormone pills.”

“Please no, Mistress Ann,” Nicole begged. “I don’t want to be a Hucow.”

“I won’t,” Annabelle replied. “I don’t get the same pleasure out of milking a woman that Grandpa evidently did.” She smiled at Nicole and then said, “But I did want to see how his machine actually worked.” She shrugged and added, “It’s not that much different than the machines he used to use on his cow cows.”

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Claire sighed. Did she have a reason to sigh? She was wearing fine garments, lived in this lovely chateau, had no lack of food to eat, and the horrors of the French Revolution had finally calmed down. Her husband, Olivier, was not part of the aristocracy. Indeed, he was a merchant, albeit a very successful one. He was an elderly man, and when he first saw the beautiful but homeless and penniless Claire, he felt he could reclaim some of his lost youth by marrying her.

When Claire heard Olivier’s proposal of marriage, she felt a little like a beautiful canary being led to a golden cage. She had very little options, and therefore very little choice. She was not attracted to Olivier at all, but her growling stomach reminded her that she was desperate, so accepted his proposal. She was determined to be a dutiful wife to him in return for his offer of safety and succor. Since Olivier had many servants to maintain his chateau and its surroundings, Claire had very little to do during the days. Her job was mainly to climb into bed in the evening and let Olivier use her sexually. His penis, such as it was, functioned enough to give him an erection which he could then thrust into Claire, always in missionary position and always lasting less than three minutes. Olivier would grunt and spew his dribble of semen, roll off of her, and promptly fall asleep, satisfied.

Claire endured this, trying not to breathe too deeply since Olivier habitually reeked of garlic. And their brief sessions of intercourse did nothing to arouse or pleasure her. But as a dutiful wife, she laid there and let him have his way. “This is better than being cold and starving,” she reminded herself almost daily. And so the days passed. Claire found some solace in reading, doing needlepoint, and learning to play music. She also enjoyed sitting in the shade of their trees, visiting the stables to pet the horses, and walking the grounds, watching the gardeners at work.

One day months after they’ve been married, Olivier came to breakfast with a spring in his step, and a look of immense satisfaction on his face. Sitting at the other end of the table, Claire looked at him with an inquiring expression. Olivier noticed that and his smile even widened a little more. “I’ve just received wonderful news, my dear. I have the possibility of capturing one of the most lucrative deals I’ve ever encountered. If this goes as I expect, I’ll be the wealthiest merchant in all of France! I’m even looking forward to the long sea voyage that I must take to close the deal.”

“A long sea voyage? Where do you have to go?” Claire inquired.

“Alas, I must travel all the way to China and meet the people in person. The trip may take months, but I know that the servants here will take good care of you in my absence. You have gradually taken over the handling of the finances needed to run this estate, and you’ve done that admirably. I feel quite comfortable leaving it in your capable hands, my dear,” Olivier stated.

Claire blushed, turning her cheeks a delicate shade of pink. She loved it when Olivier recognized her efforts and complimented her. “I hope you have a safe voyage, my dear. I know that you’ll be absent for a considerable time, but I see the smile in your face and the gleam in your eye, and I’m happy for you.”

It took several days for the servants to get everything ready for Olivier’s journey. But the day came for his departure and he gave Claire a hug and a kiss, saying, “I don’t want you to accompany me to the docks to wave goodbye. The port is an unruly place, full of hooligans and harsh scruffy men. You’ll be safer just staying here. I will not say ‘adieu’ – I prefer to say ‘au revoir’ to you.”

“Au revoir, my dear,” Claire responded. She felt a tear rolling down her cheek because she knew her husband was a good man and she would miss him. She did wave goodbye as his coach pulled away, heading for the docks and his ship.

For a week or so, Claire was able to keep herself occupied in the usual way, but boredom was beginning to set in. She knew that if her husband managed to send any letters, the chances were better that he would arrive back home before they showed up. She decided that as the lady of the house, she should explore it more than she had. After all, visiting parts of it that she’d never seen before was interesting. Some rooms had artwork she’d never seen, and sets of furniture that were being kept clean and shined by the housemaids, even though they were seldom used. Still, as a diversion, this exploration was a pleasant addition to reading, needlework, and music.

One day she chanced upon a door in a far wing of the house. Since it was hidden behind a large tapestry, she’d never noticed it before. She judged it to be closer to the stables than the garden, and wondered if it led outside. It was difficult to turn its knob — at first she thought it might be locked, but it was just stiff from disuse. When she finally got the door open, it opened into darkness. Curious, she fetched a candlestick with a lit candle kağıthane escort and peered into the darkness. It was fortunate that she’d not just stepped inside, because the darkness hid a long staircase leading downward. There was a layer of dust on the steps, indicating no one had used them in a long time. In the light of the candle, she found the key on the inside of the lock, and pocketed it.

She had to duck under the hanging cobwebs, not wanting them to get tangled in her hair. When she reached the bottom of the steps, there was an opening into what must be a large room. With the light from her candle she looked around and found a few more candles to light. Gradually the blackness of the room receded. Claire had found a dungeon, albeit an unused one. She wandered around, daintily trying to avoid most of the dust and grime that covered the floor. As she looked at the various devices, a dim idea began to take shape in her mind, one that promised to alleviate her boredom somewhat. But it would require some help.

She chanced upon a door, which seemed to be the only one in the various walls. It had a key in its lock. The key protested being turned since the lock mechanism was also rather stiff. But Claire finally opened the lock, and the door’s hinges squealed and creaked as she pulled the door open. That eerie sound made her breathing quicken and her heart thump, causing her to wonder if she should abandon this exploration. But curiosity won out. Still using her candle, she walked down a short passage with slightly fresher air to a second door which she also unlocked. This door opened with less of a protest, and Claire peered out through its opening. She was seeing the stables! So this was the secret entrance to the dungeon! It made sense — a prisoner might be brought in a wagon or carriage, and then could be easily conveyed into the dungeon from it.

No one was in her immediate sight, so Claire cautiously stepped through the doorway, curious to see what it looked like on the other side. She found that it was virtually covered with common stable items such as bridles, halters, spare horseshoes, feed and water buckets, and so on. The lock and handle of the doorway was virtually unseen. Perhaps the stable hands were not even aware of its existence, since the stable items also had a patina of dirt and even some mud, indicating their lack of use. All this added to the forming idea in Claire’s mind.

Leaving the door slightly ajar, she began walking through the stables, with their earthy scents that she enjoyed so much. She knew that Pierre should be working today. Many times she’d noticed how kind and gentle he was with the animals. Also he was a good, hard-working stable hand and always took pride in doing his work correctly and thoroughly. Claire felt he’d be perfect for what she had in mind. Also the fact that Pierre was big, strong, and pleasing to her eyes didn’t hurt at all. She found him stripped to his waist, mucking out a stall. Pausing to admire the muscles moving under his ebony skin as he worked, she waited quietly until he noticed her.

“Oh, Madame! I’m sorry for ignoring you. I didn’t see you standing there. Is something wrong?” Pierre asked as he bowed courteously.

“It’s all right, Pierre. I knew you were concentrating on your work. And that is precisely why I wanted to speak with you. I have a task for you that you can work on whenever you are finished with your stable duties, and I will give you one gold piece if you agree to start on it.

Pierre was visibly startled! Now to him, one gold piece was the equivalent of more than two months’ salary! He’d really like to put a gold piece into his pocket. “Yes Madame? I am listening. What is this task?

“It would be easier to show you than try to describe it. Grab a lantern, light it and follow me into the house.”

“One moment, Madame. If we are entering the house, I feel I must cleanse myself a little.” With that, he went to a washing barrel, splashed water on his upper body and toweled away his sweat. Claire almost regretted that, because she found the scent of his clean sweat invigorating. She didn’t regret the fact that he cleaned off his boots, though.

Smiling, she led him with the lantern he’d fetched and lit to the secret door. “First of all, I want these door hinges and its lock well oiled.” Pierre looked surprised to see that there was a door hidden in all this unused tack. He surmised that oiling a door couldn’t possibly be worth a gold piece, so he waited patiently to hear what else was involved in this task. Indeed, she showed him a second door that was also stiff in its action and would require oiling. And then they entered a large, dark room. Pierre lifted his lantern and his eyes widened in surprise to see the filthy, disused dungeon. “I had no idea this room existed, Madame,” he pronounced, almost whispering.

Claire continued, “I’d like you to add several lanterns in here to more fully light up this room. I think they used torches in the old days, levent escort but lanterns would be better and make less smoke. I will provide the funds for you to buy the lanterns, of course.” Pierre was speechless, peering around at the cobwebs and dust of… at least decades, if not longer.

“In addition to the doors and lanterns, I’d like you to clear the cobwebs and dirt from overhead rafters and supports, since starting up high and working downward makes more sense to me. Then clean all these devices thoroughly, oiling them where necessary. Finally, clean all the dust off of the floor, so this room is restored to a room I can be proud is part of the house. Do you understand the task?”

Pierre was now a little daunted at the size of the work. He walked carefully around, taking in the size of the room, and the number of devices it contained. “Madame, you know I work hard and want my work to be pleasing… but this large room… in such neglect…” His voice trailed off. He did not want to outright refuse the job, perhaps insulting her… certainly angering her.

Claire understood what he was trying to say, and she held up her dainty hand to forestall his protests. “I neglected to mention something, Pierre. I was waiting until you saw the extent of the size of the room and its condition. If you can do a good job here, I’ll give you 5 more gold pieces when it’s finished. One when the ceiling and rafters are completed. Two more when the devices are cleaned. And two more when the floor is cleaned. And this room must remain a secret. No gossiping to the other staff.”

Pierre’s eyes felt like they were bulging out of their sockets! Six gold pieces in total! She was offering him a fortune! Only a fool would turn down such an offer, and Pierre was no fool. “I am very happy to take on this task, Madame,” he stated. “Before long, this entire room will gleam under pleasing lantern light,” he promised. “Each day, after I finish my stable work, I will work in here.”

“Wonderful,” Claire rejoined. “Here is the gold coin I promised if you agreed to start. And here are some lesser coins for the purchase of the lanterns, and cleaning supplies. If you need more for the cleaning supplies, just inform me.”

He accepted the coins and bowed more deeply than normal. “I will do as you say, Madame. I can oil the hinges and locks of the two doors now, if you wish, so that you can lock them for the moment. I note that the outer door can only be locked and unlocked from the inside.” He looked around. “There appears to be no suitable place for you to sit down in this grimy room. Perhaps you would prefer to wait in the garden for the short time this will take? I believe the chairs are in the shade of one of the trees.”

“A very thoughtful suggestion, Pierre. I will sit and rest in the shade until you fetch me once the oiling is done.”

As has been said, Pierre was a conscientious worker. Claire was pleasantly dozing in the shade, when he approached and cleared his throat before softly saying, “Madame, I did not wish to disturb you, but you instructed me to fetch you when it was ready.”

She smiled. “That is quite all right, Pierre. I am anxious to see the results.” They walked to the secret tack wall door, which Pierre had left slightly ajar. Claire pulled it slowly open, and it swung completely silently! They stepped into the passageway between the doors, and Claire closed the door and easily turned the key to lock it. The lock barely made a sound. Pleased, she led the way to the second door, which also swung on its hinges in complete silence. This key also turned easily, and the lock barely made a click as it engaged. Claire lifted the lantern to throw its light on the hinges and the lock and also the withdrawn key.

Startled, she said, “Pierre! I see not a trace of rust on any of these! You have performed magic!”

Blushing from her praise, he replied, “I merely scrubbed the rust away with a wire brush, Madame. That, and a little buffing. The metal was happy to reappear.”

“I can certainly see that I have chosen the correct person for this task,” Claire said, grinning. “Since the doors move smoothly and silently now, let us see if you can open the outer door from the outside, if it’s unlocked.” They tested and found that Pierre could pull on one of the nails holding up a horse’s halter, and pull the door open. “Wonderful,” Claire said. “I will leave both of these doors unlocked, so you have access to the room at any time you wish to work in there. But as you enter, lock the outer door behind you so no one manages to follow you in, even if by accident. I can lock the door located at the top of the stairs into the main house, so leaving those other two doors unlocked is safe to do.”

“Very well, Madame. And of course you may wish to see my progress, so I will be certain to clean those steps as one of the first areas, so you can descend in safety,” Pierre mentioned.

Dousing the candle and the lantern, they both went back outside to near the stables. maslak escort Pierre bowed respectfully, and backed away from her to resume his interrupted stable work. Claire waved and, choosing not to walk back through the filthy dungeon, took the long way around the house. She locked the door to the dungeon, and took a long bath, leaving her smudged clothing and shoes to be cleaned by a housemaid.

After a few days, Claire unlocked the door to the dungeon and peeked inside. The stairway had been transformed! There was light spilling onto the steps from below, so she lit a candle and started descending. She could not see a single cobweb, and the steps were clean. It was like they had never seen dust or grime. She entered the dungeon, and its very air seemed more fresh than before. Lanterns gleamed in many places, illuminating the room with a warm glow. The ceiling and rafters were also clean. She found Pierre hard at work — cleaning a large wooden ‘X’ shaped device.

“Hello, Pierre,” she greeted him. “I love how this is coming along!”

“Oh, hello Madame,” he said, formally, with his respectful bow. “I am glad you are pleased.”

“Indeed I am. It appears that the rafters and ceilings are complete. So here is the gold piece I promised at this stage.” She pressed it into his warm hand, and watched his expression change into a beaming smile.

“You are most generous, Madame. I have begun work on cleaning the devices now. The dirt and grime are yielding, and I am cleaning and oiling the metal parts as I go.”

“I am very pleased with your progress, Pierre.” She was glancing around the room, but was very aware of his muscular torso, on display as once again he was working shirtless. His chest and arms were impressive, as was his tight abdomen, with his well-defined abdominal muscles. “Now there is a true man,” she thought to herself. “I prefer the sweet smell of his honest sweat to the rank garlic smell that my husband emits.” She sighed wistfully. Aloud, she stated, “The warm glow of these lanterns is just what I hoped to see in this room.”

“They certainly help me to see what I am doing, Madame,” Pierre answered respectfully.

“I do not wish to delay you any longer, Pierre. Since the floor has made my shoes dirty again, I will leave by the stable door and stroll through the grass for a while. Please lock that door behind me.”

“It will be as you say, Madame.”

Pierre got into the habit of thoroughly washing his cleaning supplies each evening so that they would be fresh for the following day. His work on cleaning the devices proceeded smoothly. The reward for doing this was great, but he enjoyed learning the ingenuity that had been engineered into each piece of equipment. Clearing the dust and debris off of the devices added to the mess on the dungeon floor but he knew that cleaning that final surface would be easily accomplished.

A few days later, he was already starting to clear and clean the floor — all the devices were not only clean but also polished until they gleamed in the lantern light. He had started clearing the floor near the base of the steps that descended from the house, since he knew she might come down the steps at any time and he wanted her shoes not to get dirty if she stepped onto the main floor. His thoughtfulness paid off a day or two later when she appeared holding a lit candle.

“Ah Pierre! I see you have begun cleaning the floor.” Standing in the cleared space, she looked around at the various pieces of equipment. “The devices look marvelous!” she exclaimed. “They look almost brand-new from what I can see.”

“Madame is too kind,” Pierre stated, so happy at her approval that his heart thumped hard inside his chest. It’s beat accelerated as she reached over and pressed two more gold coins into his hand. “The clearing of the floor should not take very long I believe, Madame.”

“That is very good news, Pierre. I will give some thought as to how this room can be used in this wonderful new state.” Saying that, she went back up the stairs into the house and carefully lock the door behind the tapestry that hid it.

Two days later, Claire found Pierre working in the stables. He was grooming a horse, whispering soothing words as he ran the curry comb over its hide. Once again, Claire stood silently, noting his mannerism with the animal — his calm control. She was also admiring the play of his muscles contracting and relaxing under his dark skin as he worked.

When Pierre finished, he turned around and saw her standing there. “Madame, once again I inadvertently ignored you. I apologize.”

“Nonsense. You were absorbed in your work and I didn’t wish to disturb you until you’d completed it. I don’t wish to appear to be an impatient schoolgirl, but is the floor completely clean?”

“Indeed it is, Madame. Would you like to see?”

Claire almost clapped her hands with happiness, but she said enthusiastically, “Yes, if you have the time.”

Pierre walked with her to the hidden door, looked around to see that no one was watching, and pulled it silently open. As they stepped inside, he lit the first lantern and then closed and locked the door as she had instructed. The lantern gave enough light to let him walk ahead and light the rest of the lanterns until the room was fully illuminated.

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She had been waiting for this moment for so long. Months of anticipation, exchanging pictures and texts and longing to finally get to play with him.

For her, the yearning to give up control had been growing and she was eager to finally be able to meet. Why did she find BDSM so intoxicating. Power exchange felt so primal and lustful, she always got such a high from it. It seemed so unlike her as well, she was confident, self assured, loud and proud and yet the desire to submit lurked strongly beneath the surface. She longed to be stripped of power and control and to be used. She longed for the freedom and release it would give her, longed to not have to worry about anything except being in the moment. She also had darker thoughts and desires, to be used and abused, degraded, humiliated, punished and tortured. She liked playing with these dark desires, she liked pushing herself with how much she could take. Liked the feeling of being a toy to be used or a victim to punish. She loved the feeling of her identity being stripped away and rebuilt. Loved to see how much pain she could take and how far she could go.

And so here was a chance to play, with someone who clearly had similar desires and she was excited.

The instructions were simple, you will wait for me to come home. You will wear only a black thong, you will be kneeling in the centre of the room with your back to the door. She rolled her eyes as she read them. She craved domination but she found it so frustrating, she hated being told what to do. How amusing that it was her strongest desire and she loathed it.

She was nervous and unsure of what was going to happen. She was also conflicted, waiting on her knees seemed so weak and submissive and it was hard for her to get into the right space to be such a willing submissive. She usually didn’t like to go down without a fight. However, she knew she wanted this, knew that as much as she found it degrading it turned her on. And so she got ready and knelt on the floor and waited. The anticipation built and built, as she shifted and flexed on her knees, shivering in both excitement and fear.

She heard footsteps and took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to stay calm. The door opened and closed and he entered the room. He took a moment to admire the scene and savour the silence knowing she would be nervous.

Good girl. He said as he approached her and knelt down behind her, running his hands around her waist and up over her tits. He grabbed and pulled on them, lifting their weight and letting them drop. He pinched her pierced nipples, hard and she moaned and leaned back into him arching her back savouring the sensation. He kept pulling and twisting her nipples and she moaned in pleasure and pain, arching her back and pushing her chest forwards.

She was so turned on already, she couldn’t help but spread her thighs and arch her back, her pussy already dripping wet and so needy.

He squeezed and crushed her nipples and kneaded the flesh of her breasts esenler escort before slapping them hard. She moaned, shocked. He kept slapping them harder and harder and and was wriggling around trying to stay still. He slapped her thighs hard, each slap landing closer and closer towards her pussy. ‘Fuuuck’ she panted.

‘Spread your legs’ he instructed.

She hesitated, unsure whether this meant good news or bad news for her. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and tugged hard, forcing her head back.

‘I won’t ask again’.

She shivered, taking a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could feel that delicious energy exchange, the memorising slow dance of power and submission, the flow of control and it felt so good, she gave into it and shuffled her thighs wide apart.

He kept hold of her hair a while longer and slowly traced his fingers down her exposed neck before wrapping them around her throat. It was only a few seconds that she couldn’t breathe, but it was enough. She sank down, humbled and was quiet and still. He kept his hand placed lightly around her throat, and the other hand made its way down her body, over her tits, down her belly and rested on the top of her pussy.

She bit her lip, quivering.

He stroked her over her thong, harder and harder, knowing he was teasing her. She was desperate to be touched, desperate to feel those fingers touching her skin. He pulled hard on her thong, pulling it upwards so it cut up into her ass and wedged between her lips. She groaned. He kept pulling on it, she tried to move her body up with it to lessen the pressure but with his hand on her throat she could nowhere. She was frustrated.

He stopped pulling the thong but left it where it was and slapped her pussy hard. She cried out, breathing hard. He slapped her again, and again, holding her down by her throat. She could do nothing but try and moan and breathe through the pain.

He could feel how wet she was and how much the slapping was stimulating yet hurting her. He moved his hand up from her throat and put it firmly over her mouth and slapped even harder, her screams were now muffled and they sounded so good.

She writhed and struggled and screamed and it was such an effort to keep her legs spread, but she did. The hand over her mouth felt so good and she was able to scream without worrying about anyone hearing anything too troubling.

Her breathing was fast and her eyes were watering. He stopped slapping and traced his finger along her slit.

She trembled.

‘Would you like me to touch your pussy?’ He asked. ‘It’s so fucking wet right now, do you like that?’

She moaned, she still had a hand over her mouth and couldn’t form any coherent words.

‘What was that? I didn’t hear you. Do you want me to pull these panties down and slide my fingers into your dripping wet cunt?’

Mmphhhmm she moaned enthusiastically nodding her head.

‘What was that, I can’t hear you!’ He said whilst smiling, keeping escort etiler his hand firmly across her mouth.

‘I think that was a no wasn’t it? I think you want me to hit your pussy again. That’s what you want isn’t it slut?’

She whimpered. ‘Urrhhhh’ she moaned shaking her head.

She did her best cute whimpering hoping it would work and she wouldn’t get any more slaps. It worked and he slid his hand down, finally pulling her thong down and out of the way and sliding his fingers up and down her lips, circling around the edge of her clit but not quite touching it. Her pussy was so wet and she was moaning and pushing her hips forwards, desperate for more. He toyed with her, knowing how much she wanted it and taking his time. She wanted more so badly, and finally he pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy and curled towards her gspot. It felt so good, after all that teasing, it was exactly what she needed and she moaned lustfully. He removed his hand from over her mouth and kept playing with her pussy, rubbing her gspot and fingering her. He brought his soaking wet fingers up to her mouth, rubbing them across her lips. He told her to open her mouth and she did, sucking and licking on his fingers and tasting herself.

‘Good girl’ he said.

And went back to playing with her pussy and teasing her building up and up, finally rubbing her clit and bringing her to the edge.

‘Do you want to cum?’ He asked.

‘Yes!’ She said.

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes please’ she purred hoping this would be enough.

‘Hmmm’ He thought.

Yes please what? He asked again.

She paused, thinking about what she presumed was the right answer and whether she wanted to say it.

She really wanted to cum. She struggled with titles, hated the feeling of being subordinate and humiliated, but they also really turned her on. She hesitated, her mind being fucked with.

‘So, do you want to cum?’ He asked.

‘Yes please’ she repeated.

‘Yes please what slut?’ He grinned knowing how much he was fucking with her.

Ohhhhhh she groaned. The words seemed so heavy and the shame that came with them was mental agony. But yet, so very seductive.

He smiled, enjoying the conflict and savouring the moment. Rubbing his fingers over her pussy, keeping her very turned on.

‘Last chance if you want to cum slut.’

‘Yes!’ She panted.

‘Yes please what then?’ He asked her slowly and pointedly.

She closed her eyes and turned her face away. ‘Yes please sir’ she said very quietly, balling up her fists in shame..

‘Good girl, that wasn’t so bad was it?’ He said patronisingly.

Fuck you. She thought. But said nothing and bit her lip.

He rubbed her clit hard with one hand and wrapped the other around firmly around her throat again but not enough to stop her breathing. He was building up the intensity. She was so close now and moaning loudly. The wave of pleasure was rising fast and she was desperate for release bucking fatih escort her hips. Her orgasm ripped through her forcefully and she screamed loudly, he kept on touching her clit and making the waves of pleasure last. As her orgasm subsided he slowed down his touch as she came back down to earth.

He gave her pussy a couple of very gentle slaps whilst her breathing slowed down.

He let go of her and stood up, coming around in front of her. She looked up at him, eyes hazy with post orgasm glow. He wiped his wet fingers over her mouth, and took off his clothes. She watched him, eager to see what he looked like. He stood over her, cock already hard. She licked her lips in anticipation.

He held his cock to her mouth and she flicked her tongue over the head. She gripped the shaft with her hand and ran her tongue over the head and the shaft, getting it wet. She trailed her tongue all the way from the base to the tip and circled the head. She made sure get mouth was good and wet before sliding her lips over his cock and half way down. She sucked, and slid back to the tip, flicking her tongue around the head before coming back for more.

Each time she inched further and further down his cock until she had slid it all the way down her throat. He grabbed her hair and held her there. She couldn’t breathe, but stayed calm, trying to hold for as long as possible. Her eyes were watering now, he let her go and she looked up at him with her watery eyes and mouth full of cock. She looked like such a slut.

He kept his hands on her head pushing her mouth up and down and fucking her face. He held her down on the deep throat for as long as possible, waiting until she was desperate for air before letting her go, and then she would only get a tiny breath before he pushed her back down again. She choked on his cock, drooling everywhere and making those slutty gargling and choking sounds as he fucked her face relentlessly. She held her mouth open and did her best to keep her throat open and be a good girl.

He pulled out to look down at her. Her hair was a state, her eyes were streaming now, the beautiful makeup she had applied was streaked down her face and thick strands of saliva connected her lips to his cock. He wiped his wet cock over her face, messing it up even more.

She looked like a fucking whore.

He used her mouth like a toy, fucking her face, choking her until she cried. His thrusting became faster and she tightened her lips around his cock, knowing he wanted to cum. She moved her lips back and forwards faster, keeping the pressure up. He kept his hands in her hair making sure she was going nowhere. She sucked hard using her tongue as well and doing everything she could to make him cum. His breathing was fast and loud now and she could tell he was close. He pulled out at the last second and came hard all over her face. He panted, looking down at her and savouring the view.

Stay there he said, turning and going to get his phone. He returned pointing the camera at her.

You look like such a fucking whore. Look at me. He said taking a photo.

She gazed up at him, feeling like a whore, cum and spit all over her face, makeup and hair absolutely destroyed. She felt used, abused and totally degraded. She smiled, she loved it.

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As I reflect back on many years of sessions with professional dominatrices, trying to scratch a specific itch that could never quite be reached, I realize I’ve experienced some wild and incredible things. From profound pleasure to extraordinary danger, and everything in between, I’ve seen a lot. I’m starting a process of writing these experiences into stories so that others could learn from my mistakes, and maybe even experience some vicarious enjoyment. These stories are based on real experiences, but names, locations, and some details have been changed so that no individuals can be identified. I have not chapterized these stories as they are not necessarily intended to be serial.

After a year or two of visits to professional dominatrices, I reached a point where the initial thrill of having my deepest fantasies come to life diminished. Though I had a few favorites, the majority of the sessions I arranged felt formulaic, contrived, and disappointing. More than once, I would schedule a 60 minute session, agreeing on rope bondage and domination, and end up in a hotel room with an escort / dominatrix who would put some toy handcuffs on me, jack me off, and send me on my way in 15 minutes.

These experiences caused me to long for more authentic, organic sessions. I looked for dommes who appeared to participate in BDSM as a lifestyle, and not just a job. This led me to some of the more niche web BDSM-focused sites that straddled the line between classifieds and personals. On one such site, I found the profile of a woman named Christine, whose profile description indicated she was looking for paid sessions but open to a long term arrangement. I contacted her through the site, and we corresponded a bit, concluding that our interests in bondage and domination aligned well. She was vague about what specifically she was looking for, but seemed enthusiastic about my interest in being tied up, teased, and dominated.

When our correspondence progressed to the point of planning a meeting, she asked that we meet first in a public place, so we could talk in-person, in a safe setting for her. This seemed like a completely reasonable idea, though it wasn’t something I had experienced before.

We met at a busy coffee shop. From her profile photos, I didn’t have a clear idea of what Christine looked like, so I was eager to find out if she was attractive or not. I had given her an exact description of what I was wearing, so she found me first, and sat down across from me at a small table. I briefly took her in. She had an average build, not supermodel stunning by any stretch, but also not unattractive. She had green eyes, a completely unremarkable face, and was of medium height. She was wearing baggy jeans, a polo shirt, and a purple baseball cap with a brown ponytail sticking out the back. The combination of polo shirt and baseball cap gave her a tomboy affect, though the shirt was loose around her neck and unbuttoned to the point where I thought I could see a tiny bit of the top of her bra.

We greeted each other and spoke briefly. I was nervous and awkward, and she seemed to match my nervousness, which surprised me a bit. After a few rounds of small talk, we agreed that we should set up a “private meeting.” It felt strange to begin talking about this openly in such a public place, but the coffee shop was buzzing and no one was paying any attention to us.

“I do all of my sessions on my boat,” she said, “it’s not far from here.” That was a surprise, albeit a pleasant one. I had never even contemplated doing a bondage session on a boat. It added more mystique to her already mysterious persona.

“Great,” I replied, trying not to show my surprise, “do you mean we’ll go there now?”

She laughed and said, “No Kenny, today was just a chance for us to meet. Email me when you get home and we’ll schedule a time for our session.” I felt a little stupid after that.

We went our separate ways, şişli escort and I left feeling enthusiastic about going having an actual session with her, even though she gave off no dominatrix vibes at all. She seemed like just an average woman, maybe even on the quiet side. I emailed her immediately after returning to my car, apologizing for my awkwardness and asking if she still wanted to meet for a session. She responded quickly, saying she thought I was “cute” and she was ready to schedule. I was excited about the idea of a session with Christine, a more “normal” woman than I had ever encountered in my experiences. And the thought of being on a boat was exciting – maybe she would tie me up, and then take the boat out to some private spot on the water, sunbathing on her deck while I sat hidden away, bound and gagged. Or maybe it was a sailboat and I would be tied naked to the mast as she stood at the helm waving happily to other boaters.

We set a meeting time for the next day, and I showed up at the appointed time at the gate to a boat dock. Christine wasn’t there, and I waited several minutes, at one point even walking away for a bit so that I wouldn’t look suspicious. Finally she appeared holding a large coffee mug, and apologized for being late, saying “I had to finish up some work calls, and I didn’t want you to have to sit there and listen.” Then as an afterthought, “Though you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” We walked to her boat and climbed on board. I don’t know much about types of boats, but it was large enough to have a lower deck which we climbed down into. This was a relief for me, as there were quite a few people out and about on other boats, and though I had pictured us being out on the deck of a boat, we would have had quite an audience.

There was a sturdy-looking metal chair in the middle of the deck, which she indicated I should sit in. “Get naked,” she said offhandedly, with a sip from her coffee cup. And with no preamble, we were getting started. She was wearing a very similar outfit to that of the previous day, if not the same. Right down to the baseball cap, she looked identical to what I recalled of her appearance. I was struck by the normalcy of her demeanor. She bore no visible resemblance at all to a dominatrix, and the deck of the boat, sparsely furnished and a little bit tarnished, had none of the BDSM gear or other trappings I had seen in nearly other experience.

She stood in front of me as I rose from the chair, and I quickly stripped down to my underwear. “Everything off?” I asked, feeling strangely shy in front Christine who was fully clothed.

“No other way to get naked I know of,” she said with a touch of impatience. I dropped my boxers, and sat back in the chair, cold metal against my skin.

Christine set down her coffee cup, and knelt next to me, rummaging through a duffel bag I hadn’t noticed before. She came out quickly with two sets of very sturdy looking handcuffs. With one look at those, I immediately felt the first stirrings of arousal. By the time she got the first cuff around my right wrist, I was fully hard, which she went out of her way to notice, with obvious approval. She attached one cuff to my wrist, and one to a bar low on the chair, holding my arm down to the side. She repeated the process with my left wrist. These handcuffs looked way more solid than any I’d ever seen before, with heavy silver metal cuffs and a thick chain connecting the two. As she was locking the cuffs into place, I noticed a slight tremble in her hand. Was she nervous? Strange that she would feel nervous, when I was clearly no threat to her now with these handcuffs on. She seemed to follow my train of thought, saying “There’s no getting out of my handcuffs.” The way she said this gave me a shiver, and arousal rolled through me as I felt helpless and vulnerable. She stood, and watched me for a moment, retrieving her coffee cup and taking nişantaşı escort a long drink.

She hesitated for a long moment, as if trying to determine what to do next. She had a strange look in her eyes that I couldn’t read, like she was really thinking hard about something. I was eager for the session to progress, my mind racing with possibilities of what might come next. Finally she moved to the duffel bag again, retrieving two objects wrapped in bubble wrap. I watched as she unwrapped them, and broke into a cold sweat when I realized what they were. Clamps. Big ones too, not anything like clothespins, these were more like jumper cable clamps but with red plastic tips where the spring-loaded metal came together.

I must have had quite the look of terror on my face, as she smiled reassuringly when she looked at me and said, “Oh don’t worry. I tell you what, you get to choose where on your body these go.” I was stunned. I couldn’t envision any place on my body where these clamps could be applied and not do serious damage. And I had been clear in our initial communications that I was not into pain, and needed to avoid marks on my skin. It seemed I was about to experience both in short order.

“Whoa,” I said, “um, I’m… not really into pain, remember?” She looked at me quizzically, then questioningly, as if she didn’t remember who I was.

“Well, what did you think was going to happen?” She said, with a touch of heat in her voice. I squirmed a bit in the chair, really starting to sweat now.

“Well, I thought maybe you would tie me up?” I said somewhat desperately, “Like we talked about?” My statements came out more like questions, trying to determine if she even remembered what we had discussed.

“Hmm,” Christine said, and seemed genuinely perplexed. She took another long drink from her mug. “Well, I guess I could put you in the corner and tie you up…” her voice trailed off as if this were a complete change in plans.

“Sure,” I said “yeah, that sounds good.” I couldn’t be sure she’d heard me, as she had already started pacing around the room. Something very odd was happening, and my nervousness was about to descend into panic. My cock, rock hard moments ago, had completely wilted, she took note of this with disapproval.

She came back toward me with renewed purpose. “What do you really want out of this?” She asked, and then added, “Why did you really come here?”

“Well, just like I said, I’m into being tied up – any kind of bondage and restraint.” It almost felt like I was arguing my case to a skeptical judge. But I wasn’t sure what I was arguing against. And then she said the words that would come back to me over and over, for years after.

“Don’t you ever want to just get fucked?”

After a moment’s hesitation during which I played back those words over and over to be sure I’d heard her correctly. The obvious answer to that question for any man in nearly any circumstance is, “Yes” or “yes of course,” or maybe even, “fuck yeah!” And in the split second I had to decide what to say, if I had chosen one of those options, here’s what might have happened.

She would have smiled, washing away the tension that had built up during the appearance of the hellish clamps, and her odd questioning. It had just been part of the game, a little dominance to throw me off. She would pull off her baseball cap off, freeing her ponytail and rolled her head from side to side. She would then take a few steps toward me, while swiftly pulling her polo shirt over her head, tossing it aside, and revealing a lacy white bra holding up bouncy, large breasts.

As quickly as her shirt was gone, her pants came off as well. Seeing her standing in front of me in her satiny white bra and panties, with me still securely handcuffed to the metal chair, my cock would resume its aroused state, much to her amusement. With another step, off came her panties, mecidiyeköy escort revealing a glorious brown bush. She would then close the remaining distance, straddling my legs and sitting on my hard cock, then guiding me into her with her hands.

Overwhelmed by sensations, I would focus on the warm friction as she slowly began move, up and down, forward and backward. She would wrap her arms around my body, pulling her chest against against mine as she kept up her slow movements. She might have whispered into my ear, “be a dear and unhook my bra” then with a playful laugh, “oh, you can’t, can you?” Reaching one hand around behind and unhooking it herself, her bra would be tossed aside, her glorious breasts falling out, bumping against my chest. Pulling against my handcuffs to no avail, my hands would not be free to explore her body, but I would revel in the experience of her complete control and my total helplessness as she rolled her hips back and forth.

On this would go for some time, with her hands groping around my body as she fucked me, exploring my handcuffs, my nipples, my mouth. She would suddenly tense up and tighten around me, and she began bucking wildly on top of me, seeking every atom of pleasure. This would drive me quickly into my own orgasm, powerful and long.

But that is not what happened. I am probably a complete idiot, but I sensed danger in that statement, “Don’t you ever want to just get fucked?” And I said, “Well, I don’t know.” Christine gawked at me, seeming unsteady on her feet as she walked over to me.

She considered my pathetic body, limp and useless cuffed to her metal chair, and said “I’m going to unlock those handcuffs, and it will be your choice whether to walk away right now, with no hard feelings.” She produced the handcuff key, and began unlocking each handcuff. Her hands were shaking noticeably now, and she struggled to get the key into the tiny hole to unlock the cuffs. There wasn’t much I could do to help her, so I watched, still processing what had just happened. It was then that I noticed the smell of alcohol coming from her breath. Strong. And it hit me in that moment, it wasn’t coffee she was drinking from that mug.

She finally got the handcuffs unlocked after what seemed like several minutes of fumbling, during which I started to contemplate that she might pass out, and I might be stuck to this chair for quite a while. Free from the handcuffs, I began to get dressed. I remembered that she had left open the option that we might continue after she uncuffed me. But she had gone from confident and wry to nearly passed out drunk in the space of what seemed like just a few minutes, and my instincts told me I needed to get out of there.

Once dressed, I paused to see if she was going to walk out with me. She was sitting on the floor, elbows on knees, not looking at me. She waved a hand, possibly to say goodbye, but more a gesture of dismissal, and I found my way out alone.

In the years since, I have often wondered what the hell happened in that session. I even reached out to Christine over email once, not with any desire to try again, but simply to understand what her expectations had been, and in what way I had disappointed her. Having never received a reply, the best conclusion I can come to is that she used this avenue as a way to have casual sex, maybe with BDSM aspect as a measure of safety for her. If this was the case, it’s possible she hadn’t expected to find genuine BDSM interest in me. It also seems entirely plausible that she was disappointed in what she saw once my clothes came off, and from that point forward she was just looking for a way out. None of that has seemed congruent with the realization that she had clearly started drinking heavily right before our session, and had continued as we progressed. I can’t escape the realization that I was in pretty serious potential peril, handcuffed to a chair, on a boat with a person who may have been in a crisis of some kind.

Though one of the greatest disappointments in my exploration of BDSM, my session with Christine has fueled many more “What if…” fantasies beyond the one I wrote here, good enough that they may someday need to be written into story.

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FEMDOM. The Massage.

This is a new, independent story. Not related to my past ones. So you do not need to read any previous stories prior to this one. I had a couple of inspirations for this story!!

Carol opened her eyes. It was still early. She looked over at her husband James, who was still sleeping. This was their first “empty nester” trip. Well 90% “empty nester”. Both their girls were now in college. They still came home for part of the summer. But most of the year it was now just Carol and James.

Their trip to the West Coast had gone well. Up and down the coast of California. They had two days left which they would spend in San Diego. They would drive to San Diego tonight. Today was really just an open day. No plans.

Carol spent a few minutes thinking of herself. She had changed so much the last year. She felt so much more in charge. Commanding. Powerful. In everything she did. Why? What had happened? She wasn’t sure. Was it the girls going to college and her having more free time? She had been named a Supervisor at work a year ago. She now “bossed” people around? Was that it? She had pushed herself to get back to the gym too. She was in the best shape she had been in for at least 15 years.

Or maybe it was James. Without the girls around she found herself instructing him more. It seemed to increase more and more as time passed. And with his easy going personality, he accepted her orders willingly.

It was probably all of those things just rolled together. What intrigued her was how much she enjoyed these new feelings. She wanted them to increase even more. In all ways and in all areas. Spefically in their sex life. She had been having dreams of dominating James in the bedroom. These kink/fetish dreams kept replaying over and over in her mind. Stronger and stronger urges. Her own sexual desire was growing more and more every time she thought about it. Carol had decided when they returned from their vacation, she was going to make these dreams a reality.

Carol and James decided they would spent part of their day at the local mall. Right near their hotel. Just to do something. Walk around. Grab some lunch. Then they would come back to their hotel, check out and head down to San Diego.

The mall was pretty ordinary. Two floors. Multiple dead-end wings off the main corridor. The usual normal mixture of big name stores and smaller independent stores. Some restaurants mixed in.

As they walked down one of the quieter wings of the mall, Carol noticed an Asian massage spot. They continued by it, went to the end of the wing and turned around. As they walked by it again, Carol stopped.

Carol: “You are going to get a massage.”

“What? Where?” James.

“Right there.” Carol pointed. “You have been so very good on our trip. Doing everything I wanted. I want you to have a special treat. This will be good for you.”

James: “No. I can get a massage at home. We are on vacation.”

Carol: “Listen to me. I insist. Let’s go. You are getting it.” With that Carol grabbed James arm and walked him over to the massage place.

The place was small. Comfy looking. Very basic. There were two massage booths. Right next to each other. Both backed up against solid wall. The other three sides of each booth had curtains. With the front curtain being open and the side curtains being closed.

An attractive Asian woman appeared from the back. She introduced herself as Yuma. She was slightly older than Carol and James. Carol guessed Yuma was probably in her early 50’s.

Yuma: “Yes? How may I help you.”

Carol: “This is my husband James, he is here for a massage.”

James squirmed just the slightest bit. “Are you sure? What will you do while I am getting the massage?”

Carol: “Listen James, no discussion. You are getting this. I have decided this for you. I will go for walk in the mall while you are getting the massage.”

Yuma smiled just a bit when she heard Carol ordering her husband around. Telling him what he would do. It was obvious she enjoyed that.

Yuma stepped forward. “Yes. We have a special today. One hour massage. You will enjoy it. Please head into the first booth. Close the front curtain behind you. Disrobe. Face down into the hole in the massage table. I will be right in.”

James headed into the massage stall. Carol smiled at Yuma. “I will back in an hour.”

Yuma: “Please stay here one moment.”

With that, Yuma walked to the front sliding doors of the business. Closing them. She appeared to hang a “Closed Sign” on the door. She returned to Carol. She placed her hand on Carol’s arm and guided her over next to the massage stall James had gone into. She got a chair and put it right next to the side curtain.

Yuma motioned with her hand for Carol to sit. She leaned in close and quietly said to Carol. “Sit still. No talking. Just watch. Observe. Remove your clothes. You must be naked to watch. No one can see you. The glass at the front is darkened.” Yuma waited.

Carol was surprised by şirinevler escort what the massage lady had just requested. Remove her own clothes. Why? Who was she to tell her that? What an unusual request. But she was now curious and wanted to watch. She did not want to create any problems. So even though there was no good reason to do it, Carol removed her clothes. Placing them neatly in a pile next to her.

With that Yuma disappeared into the massage stall.

It was only a moment before the side curtain in front of Carol was pulled back. Carol had a perfect view into the massage stall. She was really only about eight feet from the massage table. Her husband was laying face down on the table. Covered with a thin sheet up to his neck. His head was in the hole in the massage table. Yuma had also placed an eye massage mask on James. He could see nothing. He was totally unaware that Carol was sitting just a few feet away, watching.

Yuma moved to the head of the massage table. Her focus was totally on James. It was if Carol was not even there. She placed her hands on James head. Burying her fingers into his hair. Massaging his scalp, the sides of his head. She softly talked to him. “Relax. Let your mind open. All you need to do is listen to me. My good boy.”

Yuma moved over to the far side of the table. Moving so as to keep the side closest to Carol view unblocked. So that Carol could always see exactly what was happening. Yuma quickly pulled down the sheet covering James and removed it. Leaving him uncovered and naked.

Carol had never been in this position before. She felt like a 3rd party observer of her husband. Noticing his body like never before. He was still in good shape. Attractive. Tall and skinny. At 6’2”. 165 pounds. He still ran. Did stretching. Some light weights at home. It mainly showed in his legs. They were taut, and muscular. And his ass. Such tight, lean buns. A very sexy man. Carol found her mind drifting to her own sexual desires she wanted to do on her husband.

Carol realized that on some level Yuma was testing her as well. Having her sit naked. Testing her to see what effect watching would have on her? How would she respond? Would she interfere with what Yuma had planned for her husband? Carol was confident she was in control of herself and the situation.

Yuma let her hands run up and down from James shoulders to his lower back. Back and forth. Multiple times. Almost hypnotic with the motion. Sometimes just letting her finger tips trace lightly over James back. Sometimes focusing in on a specific spot. Like radar. Knowing exactly when to lean in with her hands and palms. Thoroughly kneading the spot. Working out all the tension and knots.

Finally Yuma placed her hands right in the middle of James back. “Breath in. Release. Let yourself open up. Good boy.”

Carol could see that her husband’s body was reacting and responding to Yuma’s touch and words. Twitching involuntarily. His breathing deepening and slowing. His body becoming calmer and calmer.

Yuma repeated the same process with his legs. Massaging the backs of his thighs and calves. Patiently doing his feet as well. It did not really register with Carol that Yuma had skipped over massaging James ass.

Yuma then took James left arm. Stretching it out slowly towards the top left corner of the table. As she massaged his hand, she gently attaching a cuff to James wrist. Then silently locked the cuff into a hook in the corner. She repeated the same process with James right wrist. Locking it in place in the top right corner of the table.

Yuma then took James left leg. Pulling it out further from his body. Spreading it out wider. She placed a cuff on his ankle. Locking it into a hook in the bottom left corner of the table. She did the same with James right leg. James legs were now both more spread and open on the table.

James was now bound and restrained on the massage table. Yuma had been so patient and relaxed with James. He did not realize what had just happened to him.

Carol felt almost hypnotized by what she was watching. This was her husband being locked naked into the massage table. Should she do something? But she seemed unable to speak or react. She felt like a spectator at a game. But this seemed like a different kind of sporting event. She continued to watch in silence.

Yuma briefing left the massage stall. She came back momentarily. She carried a large tray. On the tray was a metal bowl. Filled with hot water. Steam was rising out of it. Also on the tray were towels, face clothes. Multiple small boxes were also all over the tray.

Yuma dipped one of the face clothes into the steaming water of the metal bowl. She then stepped over and applied it to James right buttocks. James body immediately jerked violently. His arms and legs flayed against his restraints. He now realized he was restrained to the massage table. He shouted out in pain. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Yuma patiently but firmly taksim escort told James: “Quiet. You must behave. Your body will become used to the pain. And to being tied. It is all part of your training.”

Yuma then redipped the face cloth into the metal bowl and firmly pressed the face cloth against James left buttocks. Once again James body flinched in pain. He helplessly pulled at his restraints. He cried out: “That hurts. This is insane.”

Yuma ignored James protests. She continued the process of applying the steaming water to James ass checks. First one, then the other. Leaving them on James ass longer and longer each time. As she had said, soon James body began to become used to the feeling of the hot water being applied. He began to accept the pain. He shook far less. He voice became silent.

Yuma walked back over to tray. Opening a small box. She took out a bar of soap. Wetting in the water of the metal bowl. She rubbed it in her hands. Creating a full lather. Then she thoroughly spread it in all over James, from the small of his back, down over both his butt checks, down to the tops of his thighs.

Yuma returned to the tray. Opening another small box. This one contained shaving cream. Once again she created a full lather and spread it all over the same areas of James body she had put the soap on.

She reached over to the tray. Picking up an oversized razor. Yuma: “Listen carefully. This will not hurt. But hold very still. No movement.” Carefully focusing in on her task, Yuma shaved James body area that she had lathered with soap and shaving cream. She then cleaned off his shaved body area with a wet face cloth.

As a final step, Yuma picked up an electric razor from the tray. Turning it on, it vibrated to life. Once again focusing in like a surgeon, Yuma gently spread James ass checks and used the razor to shave between them. She continue down and shaved between the end of his butt crack and his testicles.

James body was not overly hairy to begin with. He had a normal amount of hair on his butt and back of his thighs. But still after the shaving, the change in his appearance was amazing. His butt checks now were totally bald. Hairless. Appearing smooth and soft. Like a babies butt.

Yuma left the message stall again. Just briefly. When she returned, she had a thick, firm, medium sized rectangular pillow. Lifting James hips, she slide the pillow under his stomach. The effect was to raise James beautiful ass up in the air. His ass was now shaved and raised up high above the rest of his body. Anyone who now could have seen James was immediately drawn to the sight of his ass. It was now the focal point of his whole body. In contrast to the rest of his body which had a light coat of hair on it, his ass was now noticeably bare. Provocatively raised in the air. On display. On exhibit for both Yuma and Carol.

Raising James hips with the pillow also had another effect. It allowed for his cock to be lifted off the massage table. It now dangled from his groin. Pointing downward. In limbo. Not touching the massage table. Like his beautiful ass, it was on display. On exhibit. Accessible to Yuma. Visible to Carol from her side view of James.

As Carol watched what was happening, she found herself viewing her own husband more as a sex object than her husband. Seeing him bound. Ass shaved. Cock on display. Ready to be controlled and dominated. She realized this was playing into her dominatrix desires. She wanted to see more.

Carol was so occupied with watching Yuma and James, she barely noticed the effect it was having on herself. She was becoming more comfortable being nude. And aroused. Her own nipples were hard and erect. Her pussy was wet. Her own hand had drifted down to her lap. It was now fondling her own pussy. She was suppressing herself from making any noise. She knew she had to stay quiet. James could never know she was watching him.

James freshly shaved ass appeared so very vulnerable yet enticing. Yuma gently tapped James butt. First one check. Then the other. Rotating. Back and forth. Slowly the force of the taps increased. Becoming slaps. And then the slaps increased into a full spanking. Smack. Smack. Over and over and over. As the spanking continued James buns gradually began to redden. He tried to move and sway his ass away from the blows. Soft cries and moans of pain were coming from him.

This only seemed to energize Yuma. She increased the pace of the spanking. Slowly the reaction of James changed. He no longer was trying to escape the blows. He was accepting them. His moans of pain had changed as well. They now seemed to be low quiet groans of pleasure. Yuma reached down and under James. Brushing his cock with her hand. His cock was no longer limp and flaccid. It was coming alive thru the spanking. Slightly growing and enlarging. Yuma continued the spanking until she seemed satisfied. It had achieved her desired effect on James.

Yuma: “You did well with the spanking. For this next topkapı escort step you must focus. You must concentrate. Open your mind. Accept what is happening to you. It is all part of you learning to be controlled by me. It obvious that you want that. We both know it.”

When Yuma had bought in the pillow, she had also bought in yet another box. At this time she opened the box. She took out a ball and gag. She placed in James mouth. Now James was unable to speak. Then reaching back into the box, she took out a small wooden paddle. The handle was perfectly shaped so that Yuma could hold it with two hands. Yuma grasped the paddle and pulled back. Smacking James ass fully with the paddle. James body jerking and twitching wildly each time as it was struck. Yuma waited momentarily between each paddle strike. Then she would release another blow fully across James ass checks. James ass checks were turning a bright red. Tears streamed out from under his eye mask. Ten to twelve blows were applied.

Yuma removed the ball and gag from James mouth. She stood next to James. Waiting. Letting him recover for a few moments from the paddling. Once again she reached down and under James. She lightly held his cock. Despite the painful paddling, James cock had engorged further. It was not fully hard but in a medium state of hardness. Yuma knew that the unexperienced mixture of pain and arousal for James would be confusing for him.

Yuma: “You are learning well. You are starting to understand what is happening to you. Accepting it more and more. Learning to behave. That I am in control of you.”

James: “No. That is not true. Release me right now. No more.”

Yuma: “James. Let me think for a moment on your request.” Yuma took out a jar. It appeared to contain a special cream substance. She took out a large portion and gently started to rub it into James sore, raw buns.

“‘Let me think…” Yuma continued to apply the cream. Letting the soothing, healing cream sink into James red and painful ass checks.

“Let me think…” She continued to repeat that phrase, every so often. Yuma continued tenderly and expertly applying the cream more and more over James butt. The application of the cream felt like heaven to James. Short, quiet breaths of relief came from his mouth.

Once again, Yuma reached around and under James, she found his rather large cock feeling very alive. She held it and then fondled it ever so slightly. The cock responded immediately to her touch. Springing to life even more. Fully erect.

Yuma: “What do you think, James? Should I release you or would you like me to continue with your training?” Yuma’s question was met by silence from James. Yuma already had known what the answer would be. There was no need for James to reply.

Carol continued to sit and watch Yuma with her husband. Did Yuma somehow know or sense she wanted to dominate her husband? Yuma was controlling her husband the way Carol dreamed she would. She was mesmerized by what was happening. A mixture of embarrassment and shame had overcome her. She had done nothing while her husband was being spanked and paddled by Yuma. Like her husband, she also was being overwhelmed by Yuma. She felt powerless to do anything but silently observe.

Carol’s desire to dominate James herself were being nurtured by Yuma’s treatment of her husband. Rather than offend her, the spanking and paddling had turned her on beyond belief. Carol had lost control of herself.

Carol had been playing with herself for some time. Her pussy was now dripping wet. She felt a growing need to release. She placed two of her fingers inside herself. Fingering herself until she orgasmed. Her pussy juice came flowing out her so freely it stained the padding of her chair.

Yuma had used Carol own sexual desires against her. Manipulating her. Carol now knew Yuma was in charge of her as well. Her need to watch Yuma with James was greater than any thought of stopping what was happening to her husband. She knew after orgasming that she was not going to interfere in any way going forward with Yuma and her husband.

Yuma let her fingers gently trace around James butt. Giving his ass a few squeezes here and there. Like she was checking a food dish she was cooking. There was no resistance to her prodding. She noted the taut muscles of his ass were now relaxed, loose. Her massage, spanking and paddling had achieved the desired effect. James beautiful ass was now very open to her.

When she had applied the cream she had put some right within James butt crack. Some of it had now settled down in between his ass checks. Moistening his crack and the ring hole of his anus.

The effects of the spanking and paddling were still in effect, despite the healing effects of the cream. James ass was still a light shade of red. As if he had a slight sun burn.

Yuma continued lightly tracing around James butt. Focusing more and more on James butt crack. Her fingers gliding up and down his butt crack. Back and forth. Up and down. Slightly opening James butt for her access. Then very gently inserting one finger into James. Pushing it by the ring hole and into James anus. Yuma held the finger there for a few moments. There was no reaction from James. It had been very easy to insert the finger. Yuma withdrew the finger.

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I often fantasize about a group of 5 very horny and extremely dominant bbw who forcefully abduct me and take me away to a very private secluded house and force me against my will to be their very deeply nasty captive sex slave for a whole entire weekend of extremely raunchy and perverted pleasure. When they get me locked away in their private house they already have a room setup and waiting for me with a huge bed and several different types of toys and restraints.

They are all wearing masks on the upper half of their face from the nose up, presumably to keep me from being able to identify them later, and they start by getting me completely naked, collared, chained and shackled on my hands and knees on the bed, which is exactly where and how I’m forced to spend my entire weekend with them.

Then they start out by taking several turns each at forcing me to spend a lot of time licking, sucking and eating both their big, beautiful, delicious, wet pussies and their widely spread, open waiting assholes very deeply and really good for them over and over again, forcing me to give each of them several really good orgasms with all of them cumming and cumming harder and harder all over my face over and over again, completely smearing my whole face in their dripping wet cum and pussy juices as they force me to lovingly lick and eat it all up from their delicious wet cunts for them over and over again.

The whole time each one of them is forcing me to lick and eat their pussies and assholes in this way the rest of them are all behind me taking several turns each at furiously spanking and paddling away on my tender bare naked ass harder and faster and harder, over and over again. When they finally decide they’ve all had enough of this kind of pleasure then come the strapons, and before I know it each and every one of them is wearing a very huge, long, thick, king size very realistic strapon, not a single one of them less than a full 12 inches long and all of them massively big, thick and hard.

All of them stare at me, grinning very nastily with insatiable lust in their eyes and I can see they are all deeply relishing and enjoying the intense fear and the extreme intimidation and resistance they can see in my eyes and on my face as I watch them all very excitedly stroking lube all the way up and down every inch of all their huge, long, thick, hard cocks, getting them ready for my ass.

One of them is a huge, tall and imposing black bbw amazon, who I think may be the leader of this group. Walking right up to me with her huge, long, thick and frighteningly realistic looking giant black cock swinging heavily between her big plump legs she angrily grabs me by the hair and leans her face down close to mine.

“You scared little bitch?!” She demands coldly in a mean gruff voice which comes out through excitedly gritted teeth. And when I don’t answer she pulls my hair hard enough to hurt and demands more loudly, “are you?!”

“Yes,” I whimper meekly, quivering visibly with fear and intimidation. “You should be,” she answers.

“Because we’re gonna fuck you up the ass good tonight, aren’t we ladies?” The rest all answer her in a chorus of ‘oh yeahs’ and ‘mm-hmms.’ “Yeah, we’re gonna tear that ass up good,” she says, “we’re gonna tear your fucken ass up REAL good tonight!” With that she walks around behind me and I feel and hear the bed shift and sink down under the weight of her big body kneeling on the bed right behind me. “Spread his ass cheeks!” She demands.

One of them happily obliges, smacking me very hard on my ass first, which is already red from the stinging hard ass beating they all took turns giving me earlier, causing me to gasp out and wince in pain, and then grabbing both of my tender burning ass cheeks in her hands and forcefully yanking them all the way apart and holding them very wide open for her. “That’s it,” the big back mama sneers very nastily, “hold his fucken asshole all the way open for me, just like that! I’m gonna ram my fucken cock up his ass so fucken hard!”

And then she does just that, angrily ramming the big hard head of her huge black cock very hard and fast into my tender asshole and forcefully pushing it in very hard, causing me to cry out loudly in a long moaning wail of pain. As the head gets all the way inside me, brutally leaving my asshole gaping for the rest of her huge black cock she grabs my hips in her hands and with an angry grunt she really uses her strength to thrust her whole hips and body very hard, ruthlessly ramming every inch of her whole entire huge cock deeper and deeper all the way up my ass.

I grab the bed tightly with my hands, planting my head merter escort down hard on the bed and wailing, gasping and panting loud and fast over and over again as my body shudders from the pain and shock as it feels like her huge, long, thick black cock is splitting my whole entire ass right in two clean up to my guts inside. Finally it feels like her cock must be all the way inside me but she keeps pushing anyway, until the balls of her strapon cock and her big plump thighs are firmly and tightly pressed all the way against my ass cheeks, my guts feeling full and pressed hard from the very intense pressure inside me.

Now she pulls her huge black cock very slowly all the way out until only the head is still inside my asshole and then furiously rams every single last inch all the way back inside me at once until her big, firm, sexy thighs forcefully slam into my ass cheeks with a loud, hard, firm slapping sound, causing me to gasp and wail loudly again. And she keeps doing this to me over and over again, slowly pulling her cock almost all the way out and then very roughly slamming it all the way back in, slowly at first and then gradually faster and faster, until soon she is very angrily hammering away on my ass very hard and very fast, like a huge black 12 inch jackhammer, with her big, firm, sexy thighs slapping and slapping away on my ass cheeks very loud and very fast in a long hard frenzy of pounding and pounding.

Finally she stops, my loud wails and gasps having fallen away leaving me only continuously and constantly moaning and whimpering softly now that my tender ass is forcefully stretched beyond the point of being shocked anymore and I’m quietly resigned to my ass being pounded and pounded away on harder and harder without mercy. Even she is panting hard and fast from the effort of her very angry and forceful pounding.

As she comes to a stop she slowly pulls it all the way out and then forcefully rams it all the way back inside me extra hard a couple more times before she finally completely stops, drawing a couple of brief louder gasping cries from me again in the midst of my quiet ongoing, broken moaning, whimpering and panting. Now she gets up on her feet, standing up on the bed above and behind me, and squats down above my ass, giving her cock that perfect extra deep angle on my asshole from above and behind my ass. Grabbing my hips she rams her huge black cock all the way up my ass again and, rocking her hips and ass, begins furiously ramming away on my ass again, harder, faster and harder, excitedly pounding away on my ass like a machine, giving me another really long and very hard pounding until at last she finally stops when she’s panting hard and fast, out of breath again.

Finally she pulls her huge black cock all the way out of my asshole and gets off the bed, leaving my asshole gapingly fucked open and furiously burning hard all the way up my ass from the very hard and angry fucking she’s just given me. Within seconds another lady gets on the bed and I feel and hear the bed again shifting and sinking under her weight as she gets on her knees right behind me.

One of her other girlfriends again pulls my ass cheeks very wide apart, spreading my asshole all the way open for her and she excitedly rams her huge cock forcefully up my ass and begins furiously fucking my brains out harder and harder, with her big, firm, sexy thighs once again very forcefully slapping and slapping firmly away on my ass cheeks louder and louder and faster and faster. Each and every single one of them takes several turns each at very excitedly ramming and ramming away on my ass with their huge cocks, harder and harder, over and over again, first on their knees from behind me and then up on their feet from behind and above my ass.

And these bbw, though they are all big heavy women, they are all surprisingly agile and very energetic at fucking, making me feel like they’ve all done this many times before. Every one of them rams away on my ass very fast, harder and harder like an athlete in bed, breathlessly panting away hard and fast from the excitement of their efforts.

It goes on and on like this longer and longer until they finally begin to tire and they decide to give my poor furiously beaten asshole a break. And this is only the first day! They keep me here in this room, collared, shackled and chained on the bed for the whole weekend, so that anytime any one of them wants to she can just come into the room by herself to enjoy having me all to herself and find me already naked, chained, bent over and spread very wide open, just waiting there for her to take me up the ortaköy escort ass as deep and as long and as hard as she wants to.

They also have a blindfold for me and when they’re all in the room together with me they leave it off so they can all take sadistic pleasure in seeing the fear and the extreme intimidation in my eyes and face when I see them all strapping on and lubing up their huge long cocks again and I know I’m about to get my brains furiously fucked out very hard over and over by each and every one of them in several turns each all over again. But every time I’m left in the room by myself they always leave the blindfold on so that way when one of them comes into the room I won’t be able to see what’s going on around me or see which one of them has come into the room, I’ll just be able to hear her come in the room and close the door behind herself.

Each time every one of them comes in I can hear her walk around behind me, looking over the toys and implements and I just know she’s picking out something to beat my ass with. Then when she’s made her choice I can hear her walk over and take her firm stance behind me, getting herself ready. Without warning and with no warm up they always aggressively tear into my ass, always starting with one really good and hard loudly cracking swing, causing me to jolt my body and gasp out loudly in shock.

Then they just keep giving it to me harder and harder. Often times I cry out in long, loud wails with ‘Ow!’ and ‘Ah!’, gasping and panting loud and fast at the intense stinging across my burning red ass, but this doesn’t appease them, instead it just turns them on even more, getting them hotter and more excited so that they want to beat my ass even harder, panting with excitement as they keep right on excitedly swinging harder and harder, faster and harder, switching many times between many different types of thick, heavy belts and stiff hard paddles.

I can even hear them grunting forcefully through gritted teeth as they furiously swing as hard they can with all their strength, landing the belts and paddles on my burning red ass cheeks with a deafeningly loud crack over and over again, faster and faster until finally they have to pause and catch their breath, panting in their extreme excitement.

Once they decide I’ve had enough of this torment they always come around in front of me and I can feel and hear the bed shifting and sinking under their weight as they climb on the bed and get into position right in front of me. Then they always grab my hair and head in their hands and forcefully shove my face and mouth directly and very deeply into their big, hot waiting cunts, always demanding many nasty things like, “lick it!”, and “that’s it slut, eat my fucken cunt! Eat it really good or I’ll beat your ass even harder!”

Truly petrified of having my furiously stinging ass beaten any harder I lick, suck and eat each and every one of those big dripping wet cunts for all I’m worth, really trying hard to please them all as deeply and fully as I possibly can as they cum harder and harder over and over again, soaking and drenching my whole entire face again in their hot sticky cum and pussy juices.

Once they finish forcing me to lick and suck their pussies clean of every last drop of cum they always turn over, grab my head again and shove my whole entire face deeply between their huge beautiful ass cheeks and forcefully smother my nose and mouth directly against their hot waiting assholes, forcing me to spend a long time very deeply licking, sucking and eating their assholes, talking very raunchy and nasty to me as they order me to ‘eat my fucken ass’ and ‘lick my asshole good, get your tongue all the way in my asshole slut!’

The first few times one of them comes into the room alone I always hope that will be good enough to please them, but I quickly learn that it’s not. Every time I finish licking and eating their assholes really good for them I always hear them get up off the bed, listening to the soft chinking of metal and pull of leather, the squirt of lube, as they strap on their huge, long, thick cocks again, lubing them up and getting them ready for my ass again.

I’m always petrified because I already know I”m about to get my ass fucked ruthlessly deep and hard all over again. My stomach quivers fearfully and I brace myself with extreme intimidation each time I feel and hear one of them climbing on the bed behind me with the bed again shifting and sinking down under the weight of her big heavy body, feel her spreading my ass cheeks very wide apart and holding my asshole all the way open, and finally angrily ram otele gelen escort her huge cock forcefully up my ass, grab my hips and again begin aggressively fucking me harder and harder.

I actually think each and every one of them gets even rougher, harder and nastier on me when they’re alone with me than when they’re in the group. Each time my gasping cries and wails excite them more and more so that they pound away on my ass harder and faster, their big plump thighs again firmly slapping and slapping away on my ass cheeks very loudly, harder and harder and faster and faster.

As each one of them gets more and more excited she is soon furiously ramming away on my ass with her huge cock so hard and so fast that I can again hear her forcefully grunting with the furious effort as she angrily tries harder and harder to fuck me as hard as she possibly can with all her strength, faster and faster and faster, ramming and ramming me so hard that the whole bed is shaking hard and her thick heavy body is very forcefully slamming into my ass and lower body, rocking my whole body very hard from my ass upward with every furiously pounding hard and fast thrust, with me moaning and wailing loudly and panting and gasping uncontrollably, until finally she just has to stop and catch her breath because she’s panting so very hard and fast.

Each one of them, after pausing to catch her breath, again pulls her cock very slowly out of my asshole until only just the head is still inside me and then furiously rams her whole entire cock all the way back inside me with her thighs giving a very hard and loud slap on ass cheeks, causing me to gasp out every time in another loud moaning wail, slowly doing it to me again and again, again furiously using all her strength to angrily fuck me as hard as she possibly can, harder and harder every single time, beginning again to grunt loudly with the furious effort of each and every pounding hard ramming thrust, each grunt becoming louder, harder and longer, loudly and forcefully echoing the furious and angry strength of every hard thrust.

At this slower pace they are all able to keep pounding and pounding furiously away on me longer and longer, ruthlessly ramming and ramming their whole entire huge cocks all the way up my ass so deep and so hard I swear I think I might almost be beginning to see stars in the corners of my eyes and I wonder if I’m almost going to pass out from the sheer brutal intensity of the angry hard ass fucking they’re giving me.

But thankfully, when I just about get to that point each one of them finally stops, pulls her huge cock all the way out of my asshole and leaves the room, leaving me a breathlessly panting wreck, whimpering and gasping uncontrollably for several minutes and literally beginning to tear up a little before I can finally calm down and catch my breath. So that’s how it goes all weekend long, sometimes they take me all at once as a group and then they also all take turns coming into the room alone to have their way with me one at a time too.

Even when my knees buckle and my body quivers limply and I can no longer keep myself up in bed they put pillows and cushions under my belly and thighs to keep me resting in position, bent over with my naked ass up high in the air, open and exposed for them at all times so that they can still keep right on doing and doing it to me anyways, for just long and as hard as they want to. I don’t know who they are, but these women are obviously very angry and extremely dominant towards men, viewing all men as pathetic pieces of shit who exist only for them to use and abuse for their own perverted pleasure.

And when they have me, forcefully taken as their captive slave and slut, they know no one knows where they have me, including me, and I don’t know who they are, so they have absolute power and control over me and can do absolutely anything they want to me and be just as hard and nasty as they want to on me, completely without any restraint or limit. So that’s why they’re so incredibly rough, hard and ruthless with me.

But as hard as it is getting though the experience, long after it’s over and they’ve let me go, dropping me off on a random street corner not far from where they first grabbed me, I find myself, more and more all the time, getting so incredibly turned on, hot and excited every time I remember the experience that eventually every single time I think about it I start to really wish they would find me again and kidnap me again and take me away again back to that same private secluded house and do it all to me all over again, over and over again.

Ah, if only I could just really actually find a group of big, beautiful, hot, horny and extremely nasty and dominant bbw who would really love to actually live out this experience with me and really do all these exciting and incredibly nasty things to me, how incredibly erotic and exciting that would actually be to me!

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I had a terrible night’s sleep, I was absolutely terrified of falling asleep and having my body take over so I tried to stay awake as much as possible. After the teasing my cock felt like it was fit to burst with the slightest touch, but the chastity cage was so tight around my cock it left no room for growth. As I drifted in and out of sleep my erotic dreams would cause my body to naturally become aroused but the pain from the cage soon had me wide awake, groaning in agony.

I remember Mistress coming in at least twice to use the dildo gag for her pleasure. Her juices must have been all over the base of the gag and the hood now, I could smell nothing else even when she wasn’t there and that only made things worse. When she was using me I could feel her hands constantly teasing my balls as she rode my face to her hearts content.

I had no idea what the time was when Mistress came in for what I think was the third time, but I couldn’t help but groan in relief when she unclipped my hands and feet from the corners of the bed and helped me sit up.

Pulling out the gag I coughed, there was a considerable amount of drool that had welled up behind it and I couldn’t stop some of it leaking out as the cock shaped gag was pulled out my mouth. When I felt her un tightening the hood I hysterically sniggered in relief, and soon I had to scrunch up my eyes as the bright light of morning became apparent. It took me a while to get used to the light, when I did I looked into the face of my loving wife who sat on the bed next to me, grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you so much, thank you for last night slave,” she said leaning over and kissing me on the lips.

She was dressed in her running gear, I had to admit even in workout clothes my wife was incredible arousing. It didn’t help of course that she purposefully picked the more provocative work-out clothes to tease me, she always said she liked the idea of all the men eying her up as she ran about town.

It was at that point I felt the familiar grip of a chastity device around my cock and remembered the different feel it had last night. Looking down my thoughts were confirmed, in place of the rather generic plastic chastity cage was a gleaming stainless steel version. I could see immediately it was tighter fitting but had completely forgotten about the fist mitts as I went to inspect the device further.

My useless, bound hands clanged into the device, and I help them up in shock inspecting this new twist as well. Two shining metal balls, the base of which locked onto the wrist cuffs that I had locked onto myself the day before, had replaced my hands. Twisting them, I could barely make out the seam and I banged them together slightly as if to check they were even real. The only real blemish was a small ring at the tip of them, which I guessed was used to secure my arms in place to the corners of the bed.

My wife giggled next to me breaking my concentration.

“New additions,” she said. “You like them?”

I sighed, studying them for a moment again before shrugging and smiling at her.

“Not really, but isn’t that the point” I chuckled. “My hands are pretty useless with them on! Are you going to take them off?”

“Off?” she said looking confused. “What do you mean off, they’re permanent. Can’t you see, there are no key holes.”

I looked at her shocked, she really did look rather concerned and I quickly checked around the base do the device to confirm that she wasn’t lying.

“W-what have you done Mistress?” I said panicking. Had she really rendered my hand useless for the rest of my life? A tear escaped down my face as I looked down at my new hands.

My wife suddenly roared in laughter and slapped me on the shoulder. She almost fell on the floor she was laughing that much, it took her over a minute to even catch her breath enough to talk.

“You should see your face right now!” she gasped. “Of course they are not permanent, I like your hands you idiot!”

I looked back at her, then at the mitts and let of a chuckle of relief. Now I came to think of it I realised it was ridiculous to think that my wife would have done such a thing.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you Mistress.” I sighed in relief. “You had me for a moment!”

“I always have you my love,” she said reaching down in-between my legs and grabbing my cock.

Holding it up slightly she twisted the cock cage in her hand letting me see it in its full glory. there was no space for growth, the end did indeed securely go through my PA piercing and the ring was as snug a fit as could be without being too tight.

“Custom made, fits perfectly.” She said. “I’ve been waiting a month to fit it, figured this weekend was the best time. Do you like it?”

I looked at her and smiled, she sounded so pleased with it and I could tell from her tone that she wanted me to like it too. I nodded and smiled, but the truth is a tighter, more secure chastity belt terrified me. The old one at least had some room to expand in, I got some relief at least.

As fındıkzade escort she jumped up off the bed, I drew in a deep breath and looked her up and down in her sexy running gear. She was so damn hot.

She looked back over her shoulder at me and grinned.

“Ah yes, I almost forgot you have a weird, work out lycra fetish.” She said smiling at me. “I’ll have to wear this around the house more often, won’t I?”

“You could wear anything around the house Mistress and I’d find it arousing. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Aw, that’s so nice slave.” she said leaning over to me and kissing me passionately on the lips. I moaned as her tongue slipped into my mouth,

“Probably won’t get you any closer to being released but don’t let that stop you trying.” she said slapping me gently on the cheek as she pulled back.

“Now I’m off for a run, will be gone for at least an hour but you can make yourself busy getting breakfast ready. I’m sure whatever you have planned will be delicious. If you are lucky, when I come back all sweaty and disgusting I’ll let you take my running clothes off for me, maybe even with just your teeth!”

She was just about to head out the door when I cleared my throat, making her turn in the doorway to look at me confused. I held up my hands, still trapped in the mitts to her.

“I might be able to manage toast at best with these on, Mistress. I definitely will not be able to stick with my original plan through.”

My wife laughed and let her head drop slight. “It’s always something with you isn’t it?”

It turned out the mitts were incredible advanced and were controlled from my wife’s iPhone by means of transmitters imbedded in the devices. As she triggered the mitts to release I realised that I would never be able to unlock these without her, the app required her fingerprint to authorise the unlocking and I realised that was probably the case for the other metal restraints as well. They all seemed to match up as one set.

After my wife left for her run, I set to work tidying up from the night before and preparing breakfast. My stomach growled in hunger, and I briefly thought about sneaking in a snack before thinking better of it. My wife wasn’t going to let me starve I knew that, I just had to have faith.

I had barely finished preparing everything when my wife came back in from her run. She tossed the morning paper onto the side and pulled out her headphones, she was dripping with sweat as she walked into the kitchen smiling.

“Not so sexy now I bet,” she chuckled. “Not sure if getting you to undress me would be a treat or a punishment!”

I would have disagreed if she’d said punishment, she still looked damn hot despite the sweat. Her nipples stuck out though the fabric thanks to the chill she got coming in from the outside and her clothing clung to her body leaving little to the imagination. She quickly put down her phone and looked over at the table smiling. I’d rearranged the table from dinner, put new flowers out that I’d got from the florists the day before and already had drinks on the table waiting for her. I’d only set the table for one this time.

“Smells wonderful, what do I have this morning slave?”

“Egg benedict, only with that smoked salmon you really like from the fish mongers instead of bacon Mistress.”

She had walked round next to me as I was just getting ready to poach the egg and kissed me on the cheek.

“Sounds wonderful,” she said slapping me hard on the arse, making be jump and yelp slightly. “I’m just jumping in the shower, give me ten minutes then serve up.”

I rubbed my bottom where she had spanked me, it stung slightly. I looked down at the food and wondered if I should even bother preparing myself a portion.

True to her word a few minutes later she was back, wrapped in her light bathrobe again as she sat down at the table and took a swig of the iced water I had put out for her. Along with the eggs benedict there was fresh orange juice, and a steaming pot of fresh coffee waiting for her.

I dished up and placed the plate down in front of her, before kneeling at her feet. She pointed at the paper.

“Read me the headlines slave as I eat. You know the sort of thing I like to hear about, make sure you have a good scan of the business pages as well.”

I spent the next ten minutes reviewing the morning’s news for my wife. Every now and again, I’d get half way through a story before she’d wave her hand and tell me to move on. My wife could be impatient like that. It wasn’t until I got to the business pages that the first blemish on our weekend happened. There, in one corner of the news was an article about my company. Apparently it have been hiding terrible financial results over the past few months but that now the money was all but gone.

“Well, what is it?” My wife snapped. I hadn’t realised I’d quickly starting reading the news in my head rather than aloud.

“It’s my company; apparently they have gülbağ escort been hiding poor trading for over a year now. This article talks about administration.”

“Oh hunny, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” she said snatching the paper from me.

My wife worked in the financial sector and knew far more about this then I did. I watched her read the article herself, her face scrunched up slightly as she took in the facts. I could tell from her reaction that it was actually serious.

“Ok,” she said putting the article down. “That is pretty bad actually, but you don’t need to worry. Let’s just enjoy the weekend and see what happens next week when you go back into the office.”

She paused, I looked up at her and could see she was choosing her next words very carefully. “I mean, financially we don’t need the money to be honest. Your job is more for you than the money.”

I sighed, it was true. I had long since gotten over the idea that as the man of the house I needed to be the primary income provider. My wife was far better at that than I ever would be but I enjoyed work none the less, it was a reason to leave the house and it was so flexible and local I had time to take the kids to school, do the shopping and basically make sure the house ran.

My wife reached down and stroked my face. “I know you enjoy your work darling, but would it be so bad if you had to stay at home for a bit whilst you found something else? I mean think of all those little projects we’ve spoken about that you never say you have time for; the kitchen garden, the new shed and the playroom down stairs?”

The last one I knew my wife was keen on most of all. We have a cellar in the basement that as it stands is just a dumping ground for stuff we never really need. It has massively thick walls and a sturdy door that bolts from the outside, I’ve been down there before calling out for my wife to help me with a heavy box and she couldn’t hear me from the top of the stairs.

She wants me to convert it into a grown up’s play room, a sort of BDSM dungeon that is locked away so that once the kids are in bed she can play with me at times other than just the odd weekend when we have the house to ourselves.

I guess she was right. “As you say, it’s not worth worrying about Mistress. Let’s just enjoy the weekend.”

I watched as she finished her breakfast and push the plate towards me.

“You may eat now, cook yourself the same if you like. I suspect you will need your strength,” she said winking at me. “I’m going to go get ready; I’m meeting Mandy and the girls for a bit of retail therapy at 10. You have 20 minutes to eat before I leave.”

I was so thankful to hear I could eat, my stomach was aching so much having gone without dinner last night and I quickly thanked her as she walked off into the bedroom. Twenty minutes later and I had finished eating, I had made scrambled eggs and smoked salmon just for ease given the time I had. Mistress came back into the room carrying some bits in her hand.

“Come here slave, I want no fuss,” she said.

I looked down at the parts, there on the table was a bondage belt, a gag and some chains. I obediently stood there as Mistress tightened the wide bondage belt around my waist, it was nearly 6 inches wide and covered the majority of my lower body. Mistress purposefully did it up tightly, she wanted no chance of it coming loose and sure enough by the time she locked it in place with three padlocks I was struggling to take full breaths.

She quickly clipped a chain to one of the O-rings that hung off the side, the other end was locked to my wrist restraint restricting my reach to about 10 inches. The same was repeated with the other wrist.

Finally she held up the butterfly gag and I opened my mouth without question. The flabby silicone mass was pushed in and like the penis gag from the night before Mistress quickly did up the spider web of straps that secured the thing in place.

“Final step, love you!” she said holding up a small bulb in her hand.

I tried to tell her I loved her too, but all that came out was a jumbled muffled message.

She giggled getting the message, before attaching the bulb to the valve at the front of the gag. Pumping the bulb the flabby silicone inside my mouth started to expand, and before long my mouth was completely filled to the point I could barely manage a grunt. Removing the bulb my Mistress put it into her handbag, along with the keys to the padlocks.

Picking up her keys, she blew me a kiss as she headed out the door. I watched as she grabbed her coat and just as she reached the door she hesitated and looked back at me.

“I almost forgot this!” she said digging down in her handbag.

Pulling out a piece of paper she handed it to me. Looking down I went to unfold it but she placed her hand on mine stopping me.

“Wait until I’m gone slave, it’s just a couple of extra things I’d like you to do for me whilst I’m out.” She said, and she leant over a kissed me on the cheek. halkalı escort

A moment later, she was gone. I watched from the window as she got in her Mercedes and backed out of the drive, through our gates before disappearing down the road.

Unfolding the piece of paper I looked down in astonishment at the long list of tasks to do, it was more than a couple!

‘Slave,

I expect these tasks done, on top of the normal chores before I get back:

1) Sort through my underwear draws, organise into colour and type.

2) Get boxes down from on top of the cupboard in my room and sort through your clothes. As I told you weeks ago, I expect most can go to charity.

3) Change bedsheets on all beds.

4) Sort box’s in my play den as I asked weeks ago and make it suitable for a guest room. DO NOT open any boxes marked for my attention, put them to one side.

Mistress.

xxx’

I couldn’t believe it, she expected all this done in the few hours I had to myself? I let my hands fall and realised immediately what else she had done to make my work even harder. The lack of movement in my chains would slow me down even more, and would make sorting the box’s and the playroom so much harder. I knew this was a sort of punishment, she’d been asking to sort it out downstairs for ages now.

With a heavy sigh, I quickly set to work with my ‘normal chores’. It wasn’t until I walked into the main bedroom I realised Mistress had set out to make this as much work for me as possible. Scattered across the bed and floor was the entire contents of her underwear draws, everything had been muddled together to make it as much work as it could possibly be. I sighed and quickly started picking up her panties.

As I sorted through the underwear I felt my cock twitch, my wife had some incredibly sexy sets and I couldn’t help my response but no sooner had my cock started to stiffen then it was gripped tightly by the new chastity cage. It was far more restrictive as I though and I groaned in pain at even the slighted arousal.

Eventually the pain got so bad I had to take a break from sorting sexy undies so I looked up at the boxes on top of the wardrobe and figured I may just be able to reach them with the steps. The next hour was exhausting, and I nearly fell twice from on top of the stairs as I tried with my limited movement to lift down the heavy boxes of my clothes. Again, my wife had been asking me to do this for a few weeks so this was her way of punishing me for not doing it sooner. It was a very efficient punishment, I knew that from now on if she asked me to do something like this, that I shouldn’t hesitate and put it off.

It wasn’t until 2 pm I had contact from my wife in the form of a text message.

‘Hello slave, having fun with my undies are we? M xxx’.

‘Did you have to scatter every pair you had across the bed Mistress?’ I responded. At least I could text, I was grateful for that.

‘I couldn’t find the pair I wanted, hence why you needed to sort it ;). The girls and I are done shopping, just off for a drink or two in the spa then I’ll be back around 5 pm.’

‘Very well Mistress, I’ll be waiting. Will you be ok driving?’

‘I left the car at Mandy’s, she’ll probably drop it round tomorrow. I’ll get a taxi back later.’

‘Ok that sounds sensible. Anything else I need to know?’

‘Remember we don’t need dinner tonight so you have more time to focus on the tasks I’ve given you.’

I read the text twice to make sure I’d read it correctly. ‘We don’t need dinner’, it definitely said ‘we’. I wondered if she had changed her mind, it would probably be the first time I’ve been taken out with her interns so I was slightly shocked.

Focusing on the rest of the tasks, I set about the chores with renewed vigour. The play room took the most time of any of them, there was about 50 box’s to sort through, half of which were total junk and could be trashed. There was about half a dozen boxes marked for the attention of my wife, and heeding her instructions I left them well alone.

I had lost total track of the time sorting the box’s and had forgotten that not only did the room block out most sounds from upstairs, the phone signal was also blocked.

“Well, well, you have been busy!” my wife said behind me.

The sound of her voice made me jump up so high It felt like I almost hit my head on the ceiling when I jumped up. I turned to see her standing there grinning looking round the room. Now the boxes were organised under the staircase it was even larger than we both thought, plenty of room for whatever my wife wanted to put in there.

“You have finished the list?” she said questioningly.

I nodded in response, I couldn’t almost believe it myself but I’d pretty much got the lot done. She looked around the playroom once more and nodded.

“Very good, I’ll check the rest myself later but for now we need to start thinking about tonight. I have some things to set up but first I want to get you cleaned up and fed.”

After going back upstairs I thought my wife would remove my bonds, instead though I was led into the bathroom and pushed into the walk in shower. I knew what was coming as soon as she pushed me down to the floor and used a short chain to clip the front of my collar to the drain on the floor.

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~~ Kobuk, Alaska, 2075 ~~

The woods were quiet, still except for a gentle breeze from the Northeast that caused the pine trees to rustle and sway slightly. It was getting late in the season, but Kevin knew it would be all right. He’d been laying up meat for several months already. It helped that he’d spent an absurd amount of his accumulated Marine Corps salary on upgrades to the cabin – solar cells to power extensive battery networks that kept key appliances running, a satellite dish that would allow a little communication with the outside world even though it was rarely used, and a piece of equipment he would be using today.

Sighting down the barrel of his rifle with the scope, he brought the unsuspecting deer into his sights. He watched it for several moments, then took a breath and let it halfway out as his finger found the trigger of the rifle. Slowly he squeezed the trigger, the custom mechanism something he’d modified himself. When it hit the required force there was a crack and the deer went down. Smiling to himself, he slowly got down out of his portable tree stand, then dismantled it. Walking away from the deer about thirty more feet, he came across one of the more useful tools that he’d purchased – a solar-powered, battery-operated, semi-tracked wagon. Tucking the tree stand into a slot he’d made on the side just for it, he started the wagon and it followed him with the remote control as he walked out to the deer.

He gutted the deer efficiently, having done so several hundred times in his life, then hefted it into the wagon before slowly walking with the wagon following back toward his cabin. The sun was getting lower in the sky. It was almost nighttime, and it would be getting cold soon. Cold, he chuckled to himself. It was fucking Alaska. It was cold all the time. Cold, barren, and hardly anyone was stupid enough to live here. Perfect for a soldier that didn’t have any business being around people anymore.

It was a forty-five-minute walk back to his cabin and it was almost dark by the time he got there, a single, photosensory light beckoning him home. Leading the wagon out behind the cabin to his dead shed, he unhooked the meat hook that was attached to a pulley hanging from an I-beam connecting two poles that had been sunken into cement. He hooked the head of the deer and used the pulley to lift it until it was hanging free. Then, sliding a massive metal bucket underneath the carcass, he moved the wagon out to the back of the house again where he locked it up, closed and locked the dead shed, and went inside. He quickly built a fire in his cast-iron stove and the house warmed up easily. Leftover bear stew was the order of the day and he fixed himself a small pot on the stove.

The cabin wasn’t much. A small living area that had a single small couch with one of those pull-out beds and an end table with an LED lamp. That area had a kitchen off of it with a small breakfast table, the two areas sandwiching the cast iron stove. There was a single bedroom with a small bathroom and that was all there was above ground. Only a single other door was in the cabin with a set of stairs leading down. Below was where he kept all of his freezers and storage of supplies. His other useful purchase was a small smelter to make his own ammunition and save some cost that way. He had gunpowder flown in once a year in the summer and scrap lead and he used them to refill his food-generating supplies – bullets.

Two weeks later, his radio beeped, “KL7BQV, Kevin Billings. This is Dead Goose Launch flying H170 Black Drop Mesa. I’ll be landing in about thirty minutes with your monthly delivery. Come back.” The voice was not the normal grumpy male he expected. Instead, it was a cheerful female.

He walked over, his head cocked to the side slightly and picked up the microphone for his Yaesu HF Civilian radio. “Dead Goose Launch, KL7BQV. I read you five by five. Thirty minutes out. The landing area is clear and winds are currently West at 5 miles. How copy?”

“Loud and clear, Landing area spiffy and the wind is West at 5. See you soon.”

That was most definitely not Denny. But, supplies were supplies and so he slid on his overalls and boots and coat and then trudged out back to get the wagon, making sure it was charged up. In addition to its own small solar charging pad, it plugged into the main batteries that drew from the heated cells on the top of the house. With a full battery, he set the remote to follow and he began the walk to the area that he had cleared away for such deliveries. That had not been a fun month. There are not many things Kevin enjoyed less than pulling tree stumps, but he’d gotten it done and filled in with dirt taken from elsewhere. Now he had a decent little, mostly-level spot for a chopper to land in where it didn’t have to worry about its rotors hitting vegetation. The only other adornment: a tall pole with an orange wind-sock.

He arrived ten minutes earlier than schedule and sat down on the rim of the wagon to rest. beşiktaş escort Through his thick beard and black stocking cap, he stared up at the sky. The clouds were thick. It was starting to get colder. Of course, September was like that here. He’d see snow by the first of October again, he was sure of it.

Caitlan eased into the clearing, she circled the spot as she had been directed, then put the helicopter down without a hop. She killed the rotors and hopped out, pulling the back open to climb inside. “My my, cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise.” She moved behind the crate, dropped her shoulder, and started shoving it forward. It rolled slowly out of the back of the helicopter and then onto the ground, she pushed it further forward. “And final delivery is done, next up, home for brews. Hidey Ho Neighbor!” She greeted enthusiastically when she caught sight of him.

He blinked several times, then got up and walked toward the chopper and the crate. “You’re looking a bit strange, Denny. You feeling all right?” he asked in an even voice, neither upset nor ‘flirty’.

“Ah well, you know, sometimes you get older, then bam, everything changes, and poof you’re a chick.” She flashed him a peace sign, “I’m Caitlan. I’ll be your delivery pilot for a bit. Dennis the Menace has regretfully retired to the sunny swamps of Florida.”

Kevin pondered that for a moment, then grunted, “Bastard.” Leading the wagon over to the crate, he bent, flexed, and lifted it smoothly, dropping it into the wagon. “Thank you, Caitlan, the new Denny. I guess I’ll see you next month then? You flown one of these in the snow before?” he asked, pointing at the chopper.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a snappy salute, “I can fly in wind, rain, sun, and snow.” She smiled, then turned to start locking the back of the chopper up once more. “And yeah, you’ll be seeing me, every month for at least the next…” she trailed off, “Two years maybe? Dunno yet depends on the old man.”

He nodded. “Well then,” he paused, “I’m nobody’s sir anymore. It’s just Kevin now.”

“Alright, whatever your pleasure be,” she said, then pulled out a tablet from her leg pouch, “Old man said for me to make sure you got everything, so… I’ll wait here while you check the goods and can sign off.”

He unlatched the crate and peeked in, glancing at the items inside. Everything looked about right, so he relatched it and then took the tablet to sign it. “Thank you, Caitlan,” he said, carefully handing the tablet back.

“Happy to serve,” she smiled, checking it, then tucking the tablet back in her pouch. “Have a good month.” She climbed back into the helicopter as he led the powered wagon away, and waited for him to be well clear before she fired it back up and headed back to town.

Every month, she was right on time, bright, cheerful, and happy. She landed and unloaded, he checked the cargo and hauled it away and she left. Then January came, and he got a call, “KL7BQV, Kevin Billings. I’m coming in a couple of days early. There’s a nasty white-out snowstorm kicking up and I’m going to need to drop my load and skedaddle. How copy?”

“KL7BQV, Caitlan I copy. HAM traffic’s been talking about the storm for the last couple of days. You all right?”

“Peachy keen with a hankering for some pie,” came the quick response, “Oh for fucks sake. Hang on, I’m going to come in hot.” She dropped the radio and he heard the sound of clattering and then the howl of the wind. When he looked out the window, he could see the helicopter almost dancing, then it dropped into the cleared space with a thud. “SON OF A MULE-SOAKED CAMEL!”

He got the wagon and raced out there, the wagon struggling to keep up. “CAITLAN!” he called in a low, booming voice as he ran. “Are you all right?!”

She had killed the rotors and hopped out of the helicopter. She turned and slammed her shoulder into the side of the helicopter with a grunt, “Peachy, just fucking peachy.” When he got closer he could see where a large branch had slammed through the passenger glass of the helicopter. She had a scratch on one cheek that was oozing blood when he got closer. “Hi, Kevin!”

He sized up the situation, looking her over, then moved quickly to her side, feeling along her limp arm. “This is going to hurt. A lot,” he warned.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and nodded, “Do it.” He straightened out her arm, before gripping tightly and giving it a quick jerk and slight twist, rolling it back into its socket with a loud pop. “FUCK!” She dropped her head, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, “That stung.”

He looked at the chopper. “You aren’t going anywhere in that,” he said. “I’ll get the crate, and we’ll go back to my place. We’ve got maybe…,” he trailed off looking up at the sky and squinting, “thirty minutes before this area’s a total white-out.”

“Sorry,” she offered softly. “Didn’t mean to crash your bachelor pad.” She unlocked the back of the escort çapa helicopter so they could get the crate. She dropped the rollers so the crate could be slid out, then walked further up to grab a backpack. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Sorry about your chopper,” he said softly as he picked up the crate and put it on the wagon.

“Shit happens. I’ll need to call my Dad so he can get insurance done. I’ll probably be able to limp it back down to the station after the storm passes. I’ve limped worse.”

He nodded, taking her bag and putting it in the wagon as well. “Come on. It’s about a fifteen-minute walk to the cabin.”

“On your six,” she responded, moving to follow them, not wanting to take a chance on falling, her shoulder hurt like a bitch but she wasn’t going to complain.

With her walking slower, it was just over fifteen minutes. He opened the door for her and set the bag inside, then the crate. “Go on in and make yourself at home. I’m going to put the wagon away and I’ll be right behind you.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, easing into the house. She waited a few minutes then dropped to a knee to rest her forehead on the other one to breathe through the pain.

He was back in about five minutes and closed the door. Looking at her and then the couch, he murmured, “You do realize that there’s a fully functional couch right there. You don’t have to kneel on the floor…”

“Need a minute,” she grunted out. “If I sit, I won’t be able to get back up. If I can’t get up, I can’t get shit done.”

“What exactly are you planning on getting done?” he asked. “You’re not fixing the chopper today. If they’re right, you’re looking at three days minimum on this storm. You might as well rest. I can take care of things well enough. Been doing it a few years now…”

“Need to call my Dad so he doesn’t worry,” she explained, “Need to strip out of the jacket and make sure the branch didn’t hit anything vital on me.”

He looked at her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “All right. Get up,” He held out his arm to her.

She used her good arm to brace herself as she stood. He helped her up and then gently eased her coat off of her. It was shredded at her lower back and when he looked, she had glass puncturing her clothes. “Looks like side window rupture. Shards in your back. Nothing too deep. Wait here.” He went to his bedroom and pulled out a large toolbox, bringing it back out. Inside it was all kinds of medical equipment. He looked at her for a moment. “Pull them out. Clean the wounds. Stitch if necessary. Want some painkillers?” he asked.

“No thank you,” she stated then unbuttoned her shirt, she turned away so he had easy access to her back and side. “Here or in the kitchen?”

He pondered that, then nodded, “Kitchen’s probably easier. Give you a counter to rest on too…”

“Alright,” she took slow deep breaths, then walked to the kitchen, she managed to get the shirt off, “Cut the tank top if you need to. I’ve got another.”

He nodded, washing his hands quickly and drying them before he began picking glass out of her back. He was at it for about ten minutes, though he did not have to cut her tank top to do it. He pulled a bottle of isopropyl alcohol out and got some gauze wet with it. “This is going to sting,” he murmured, then started cleaning the wound. She grunted and hissed, leaning forward as her body shook from the pain. She breathed out slowly through clenched teeth and closed her eyes. “Sorry,” he murmured as he worked, concentrating. Finally, the wound was cleaned and he sat back and looked at it. There was only one section, about two inches long, that would need stitches and he told her so.

She took slow deep breaths, then reached down and pulled off her belt, she folded it in half and put it between her teeth. “Go for it,” she muffled out.

He had to admire the woman. She had balls. He got a sterile needle and medical floss and slowly began stitching up the wound, trying to keep the stitches tight and even so that the scarring wouldn’t be as bad. He worked at it for about the next fifteen minutes before he finished, finally covering and taping the wound with gauze. “There you go,” he murmured. “Would you like to call your father?” he asked. “Sat phone won’t work in the storm, but the HF will.”

She straightened up slowly, breathing out her nose, then removed the belt. It had distinct teeth marks on it. “Yeah, otherwise he’ll start worrying.”

He pointed to the Yaesu. “Have at it. You’ve got plenty of power. Even if the storm lasts a couple of days. I got the good batteries for up here.”

“Thank you,” she picked up the mic, closed her eyes for a moment, and wiped her face. She took a moment to adjust the frequency, then pressed the button. “Dead Goose Launch, this is Caitlan Morgan using station KL7BQV, Kevin Billings. Calling the old man. How copy?”

“Cait? What’s going on?”

“Dead bird on the land. Storm inbound. Everything’s five by five here. Will do an exam cihangir escort and see if I can limp her home after the storm. How copy?”

“Loud and clear, are you OK?” the older man’s voice sounded worried, “Do I need to come to get you? Were you injured?”

“Negative on all counts, Kevin Billings is providing berth and hearth until after the storm passes. Hunker down there and stay warm.”

“Copy that, KL7BQV. The storm is moving over your location now. Be safe, daughter.”

“Will do, Papa.” She set the mic down, then slumped slightly, a soft whimper of pain escaping.

He looked at her for a long moment. “OK. Let’s try this again. Painkillers?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’d probably be good,” she murmured. “Didn’t want to take anything before I talked to him. I get… weird.”

“You want the OK stuff or the good shit?” he asked.

“The OK stuff,” she murmured. “The good shit will have me dancing around the cabin naked singing Christmas carols.”

He nodded, turning toward the toolbox again. “Good shit it is,” he murmured, pulling out a bottle of over-the-counter ibuprofen. Turning back to her, he sized her up and then said, “Take three of these,” handing her the bottle and getting down a glass to fill it with water from the sink. “Yes, I know they’re two hundred each and the bottle says two. The hospital will give you a thousand emm-gee capsule coming in with wounds like these. Take three and then in forty-five minutes, tell me how you feel, we can give you up to two more in four hours,” he stated, handing her the water.

She popped them back and drained the glass of water, “Thank you,” she murmured. “I appreciate the help.”

“Not going to leave you stranded. Not up here for sure. You don’t leave…,” he paused, then murmured, “people behind.” For a brief moment, his eyes looked haunted. Then it passed and he began cleaning up the toolbox, putting everything back in its place. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll put the crate away. He finished and took it into the bedroom. “Come on… You’re in here.”

“You’re cute and all, but we just met, and I don’t think I’d be giving a five-star performance right now.”

He sniffed. “I said you… were in here,” he looked back at her shaking his head, but there was a small smile at the corner of his lips through the beard and mustache.

“I’m not taking your bed,” she held up her good hand, “Yes, before you state that you’re giving it to me I comprehend that, but then I would have to ‘take’ it. Or if you want to make it pretty, ‘accept’ it. That’s not fair to you.”

His jaw tightened. He’d almost forgotten the myriad reasons he no longer spent time around other people. This was one of them. “All right. The couch folds out. It’s a harder mattress, you’re going to be a lot more uncomfortable, especially wounded like you are. You’ll likely tear your stitches so that we have to do this all over again tomorrow, and you’ll almost certainly sleep for shit.” He paused, then gestured. “Or the bed here is quite a bit more comfortable and the bathroom is right there. Your body will relax and heal better and you can get back to your dad sooner so he doesn’t worry.” He looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. “Your call.”

She opened her mouth to argue, then closed it, “Thank you for giving me your bed,” she finally said softly. Then her nose crinkled, “I don’t like your logic.”

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Neither did the eighty-three Marines that served under me over fifteen years or so,” he scoffed. “They got over it. You will too.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, “Well, then since the bed on the couch is so horrible, maybe you should just share the bed with me.” She turned and walked to her backpack, to grab it with her good hand.

He walked out and started pulling the cushions from the couch. “That’s OK. The word is that the performance is sub-par. I only bother with five-star performances for my… entertainment. I’m picky in my old age,” he snarked.

She rolled her eyes, then walked into the bedroom without responding. She headed for the small bathroom and cleaned up, changing into a long-sleeved t-shirt before crawling into bed. She lay on her stomach and closed her eyes. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out, and sleep.

She felt a lightweight next to her on the bed and shifted her head. It was a thick, folded-up blanket. “In case you get cold in here tonight. If this thing doesn’t keep you warm, nothing will.” He turned to the door and mostly closed it before turning his head back. “Caitlan?”

“Mmm?” she hummed quietly in question, not lifting her head.

“I’m glad you weren’t hurt worse, and…,” he trailed off for a long moment. “I’m sorry. I don’t… do people very well anymore. If I wake you up in the night, I’m sorry. Just… shut the door.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” she responded simply. “You’re doing just fine, and if you wake me up I’ll just go back to sleep.”

He nodded, closing the door further, but not all the way, that way the stove could still send heat into the room, but she had some privacy. He took out another one of those blankets and set it by the fold-out bed, then got under a much lighter one and closed his eyes. Maybe this would be the night he had peace. Maybe.

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