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Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house.
            Over a year ago, I had begun to speak to him over the Internet. Through exchanged pictures, and text messages, he had become my master. Now, I was here to meet him. He had requested that, upon seeing him the first time, I be wearing nothing but a long jacket. Underneath it, I was completely bare. I felt my nipples harden, rubbing against the smooth fabric inside the jacket.
            The house was unremarkable; a wooden house painted a nice blue with two windows in the front. It was not overly large or small, but seemed to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood perfectly. My thighs were wet with my juices because I could not rid myself of the excitement I was feeling.
            Climbing carefully out of my car, so as not to give any neighbors an accidental flash, I closed the door and locked it behind me. The walk up to the door was only about five steps but it felt like miles to me. I could not wait to reach that step. My breasts bounced gently as I reached the door and pressed the bell with shaky hands.
            A man opened the door and at the sight of him, my pulse quickened. He was not overly attractive, and he was much older than me, however it was not his image that appealed to me but the knowledge of what he could do to me. With a friendly smile, he took my hand and pulled me inside. The moment I was inside the door, he let go of my hand, and turned to stare meaningfully at me. I knew what he wanted. The coat slid from my arms and dropped to the floor.
            Raising my hands to meet behind my head, and pushing my left foot out, I assumed the position in which I had taken so many pictures for him. Inspection seemed to be one of his favorite positions for me. It allowed him to see my body perfectly. 36C breasts dangling flawlessly from my chest, I felt my cunt begin to drip. He circled me, being very careful not to touch me the first time around. I felt his eyes roaming up and down my perfect, eighteen-year-old body, and I loved it. I did not feel nervous because he had already seen my naked body from plenty of angles. Then, he bent to a table next to the door, and picked something up. At first I didn’t know what it was, but then I felt the rubber butt plug being inserted into my still very tight anus. A small moan escaped my lips, which caused him to glance up and smile.           
            “Very nice, I am glad to see you, dear,” he greeted me.
            Immediately, I responded, “I am glad to see you as well, sir.”
            With a small gesture, he allowed me to get out of inspection position, and motioned for me to follow him. The hallway leading from the front room had three doors. The first was a bathroom, the second clearly his bedroom, and the third a guest room that he had transformed. The bed had a head- and footboard with two thick ropes attached to both. On a table next to the bed laid the largest array of bondage materials I had ever seen in my short experience. An incredibly long rope drew my attention first. It looked smooth, but very thick. Next to it sat a shorter, but still rather long rope with knots tied every inch or so. Occupying the rest of the table were handcuffs, chains, gags, leather cuffs, and every kind of dildo, vibrator and toy I could imagine. Automatically, I felt my cunt tighten, and my ass tightened around the butt plug. It was a little larger than I was used to, but he knew that. He wanted it to be bigger because he knew I would feel it more.
            As we entered the room, he turned, locked the door behind us, and then motioned for me to stand in front of him.
            “Inspection,” he uttered simply, and my body immediately complied. Now, in the safety of this locked room, he took the time to inspect my body more thoroughly. His rough hands roamed all over my breasts first, tugging gently at the nipples, and twisting them around 180 degrees. When a sound of pleasure escaped my lips, he glanced up, looking confused.
            “Ah, right” he mumbled, seemingly to himself.
            Leaving me standing in my position, he strode over to the table and picked something up. When he returned, I felt something shoved into my mouth and a strap being buckled behind my head. It was a ball gag, which I had never used before. My lips closed around it, and I felt my tongue automatically testing the thing that had been inserted into my mouth. It forced my mouth open at an awkward angle, and I could already feel the muscles cramping. Yet it served its purpose because when he went back to kneading my breasts between his fingertips, nothing but a soft sound escaped the gag.
            After a bit more tweaking and pulling, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be nipple clamps. My breathing sped up, and my heart began to race. I had never used nipple clamps before, only clothespins which I was sure were much more gentle. I started to lift my arms to protest, but a sharp slap against my breasts stopped me. I was not to move from Inspection until instructed to do so.
            With a snap, he attached a clamp to my right nipple. Immediately, I felt the pain emanating from that sensitive area of my body. But, as with the clothespins, it was a pain that I rather enjoyed. When he snapped the second one on, I didn’t even flinch. Now, with these devices attached securely to my body, he glanced up and smiled at me. I watched him, unable to smile with the gag in my mouth. Slowly, he reached up and flicked first the left clamp and then the right. Each time, a small squeak escaped the gag. Goosebumps, from anticipation, pain and pleasure, covered my body.
            Once again leaving me, my master walked away and then returned with the long rope. I felt it being wrapped around my neck once, and then being pulled against Ankara escort bayan the skin of my breasts. After only a few seconds I realized he was tying a breast harness around me, and succumbed to the amazing feeling of being used as his toy. He loved seeing me in any kind of harness, but the breast harness was his favorite. He tied it artfully, a bit tighter than I was used to, but I trusted him to know what I could withstand. When he finished, he tugged the end of the rope out, pulling the ropes as tight as he could. As they bit into my skin, I couldn’t help but love the feeling of my tender flesh pressing against the thick rope.
            Now he pulled me by my forearm over toward the bed, and I was instructed to lie down on my back. I complied willingly, knowing my already wet cunt would now be soaked in my juices. The nipple clamps and butt plug were sending wonderful sensations to my pussy.
            My master pulled one arm up, and tied it to one of the ropes attached to the headboard. Then he did the same with the other arm, tying them both at the wrist. Next he tied both my ankles, rather far apart. I was surprised when he put a spreader bar between them and closed the cold metal cuffs around both my ankles right below the rope. With my ankles spread this far apart, my ass and cunt were perfectly accessible. Next he took a long length of rope from beneath the bed and passed it through the harness on one side of my chest, threw it underneath the bed and then pulled it up to tie it around the other side of the harness. My upper half was now fairly secure against the bed. He smiled and flicked the nipple clamps again, winning another high-pitched moan from me. With a deviant smile across his lips, Master ran his fingertips from my shoulder all the way around my breasts and down to my cunt. His fingers traced the lips tantalizingly and I silently begged him to touch me. But he knew that this was what I wanted, and refused.
            With a smile, he pulled a chair up next to me, sat, and reached around my head to unfasten the ball gag.
            “Well, my lovely little slave, how are you feeling?”
            I was very horny at this point, and it took all my will not to beg him to fuck me, “I am good, Master.”
            “Good,” he replied, seeming to mull the word over, “Let’s see if we can change that.”
            I felt my face contort in confusion as he refastened the gag and stood up. Picking up a thinner rope, he attached it to both of the nipple clamps and threw the remaining length up over a support beam in the ceiling. My nipples burned with pain as he tugged on the rope until it pulled my breasts up taught. Then he tied the end around the headboard of the bed and pulled it a little bit tighter. I could feel heat coming from my nipples as the clamps bit into them and pulled my breasts painfully. It was all I could do to keep from screaming with the pain. But now I knew what game he was playing. Although it had never become this intense, he had often tested me to see how much pain I could take. The longer I managed to hold out, the better chance I would not be punished for asking him to stop.
            This time, however, he did not sit down again and ask how I was. He pulled an item from the table, and yanked the butt plug out. A sense of emptiness filled my lower regions. Under his guidance, I had grown so used to having my holes filled with toys that whenever I took them out, I almost felt I was missing something. The sensation was gone in a moment though as I felt something cold and soft being rubbed against my asshole. He inserted one finger in, turning it in a small circle inside my ass. Then he pulled it out, and I knew what he was doing. My Master was lubing up my asshole. I began to prepare myself for whatever he was going to do to me next.
            But nothing could have prepared me for the huge dildo he shoved into my ass next. It must have been at least three inches in diameter, which was much more than I was used to.  Unable to hold it in, I moaned loudly against the ball gag. He smirked and pushed the dildo in as far as the ring at the end where my anus would tighten to hold it in place. I could feel my ass throbbing against the hard dildo inside it, and for the first time so far, my wrists strained against the ropes that bound them. Before I met him, this feeling would have disgusted me and I would have felt the urge to rip the dildo out. Now, being filled like this made me tremble with the need to rub or touch myself somehow. A sharp slap against my cunt forced me to stop straining against the ropes, as Master came and sat beside me again. Still, he did not remove the ball gag. From under the table, he pulled a small can of clothespins. My body tensed as I began to comprehend what he was going to do. The already searing pain in my breasts worsened as he fastened clothespin after clothespin on the tender skin of my tits. I squirmed and moaned, not even trying to keep quiet now. Finally, he was done, and I counted ten clothespins on each breast. That, combined with the nipple clamps, and the breast harness, made me feel as if my breasts were hugely swollen. The lightest touch sent me into spasms of pleasure. He continued to smirk at me, and every now and then reached over and tweaked a clothespin with his fingers. If he had taken the ball gag out, I would have begged for him to stop.
            But instead, he just sat there, for a full ten minutes. I knew how long it was because there was a clock on the far wall right within my view. He laughed at me, and tortured me with his small, light touches. After ten minutes, he grinned evilly and opened a drawer on the table. In his hand was a thick black permanent marker. He set it on the table and then set to the task of removing the clothespins. Each time he released one from my skin, a sharp burning sensation made me gasp in pain.  The sensation of the blood rushing back into the skin was nearly unbearable; I bit my tongue to keep from Cebeci Escort making noise. When all the clothespins were removed, I lay stunned for several minutes before I noticed what he was doing.
            The marker glided across the skin of my tummy. A glance down told me that my tits were already covered in his markings. I couldn’t read what he wrote, but that was alright; I knew he must plan to show me. It would be no fun if I did not see the humiliating things he wrote on me. After finishing my stomach, he continued on to my thighs. It took him barely five minutes to finish whatever he was writing. Then he pulled out a camera, snapped a picture of my body, and showed me the screen.
            Across my tits, he had written “Master’s playthings”. All over my belly were the words, “Whore”,  “slut”, “skank”, and “slave”. Then, he had drawn an arrow pointing down to my cunt and written, “Master’s cunt”. On both of my thighs he had written, “Master’s fucktoy”.
            I should have been insulted by these words, but instead, I felt my pussy dripping fluid out onto the bed. There was a growing pool of my juice underneath my thighs. I tightened my muscles, trying to keep from showing Master how turned on I was. But he knew. Of course he knew. He slid one finger into my throbbing cunt, causing me to shudder and moan, and brought it up to my cheek. With an evil smile, he slid the fluid all over my left cheek. Then he repeated the process with my right. Master continued this until my entire face and breasts were wet and sticky with my juices. I watched him with glazed eyes as he reached back to the table.
            Being covered in my juices also severely turned me on. I felt so used, and it only worsened the dripping sensation between my spread thighs. I wondered why he refused to touch my cunt. Couldn’t he at least just finger me for a moment? I long for the feeling of having something inside that wet, throbbing hole. As he turned back, I hoped that he would have something to put in me.
            But instead, he held a pair of leather cuffs. After untying my wrists, he fastened the cuffs around them and laid them on my stomach. Then he took of the spreader bar, and unclamped my nipples. The feeling of blood returning to them stung, and I couldn’t help but whimper at the sensation. Next he untied the rope secured to my breast harness. Finally, he untied my ankles from the bedposts, and pulled me into a sitting position. When he stood me up and began to fasten the coat around my naked body, I listened fervently to his words.
            “Alright, now a very good friend of mine lives two doors down at house number 328. You are to walk down the sidewalk, to his house, and ring the doorbell. When you go into the house, he will do whatever he likes with you. Do you understand what I want from you?”
            My head spun as he finished his instructions. Since the ball gag prevented me from speaking, I simply nodded my head. I had not known he was going to do this. Although we had spoken of it before, and I had made it known to him that I had no objection to his allowing his friends to use me, he had not told me he would be doing it this time. Of course, he didn’t have to; he was allowed to do what he wanted with me.
            So when he pushed me toward the open front door with a huge dildo in my ass, and a ball gag protruding from my mouth, I walked through it without fighting. I heard the lock click behind me. Now, humiliation swept over me. He had made no move to cover the gag, and now anyone who looked at me could see it. There was already a woman one house over, staring unashamed at my strange clothing, bare feet, and gag. However, she must have been used to it because she simply shook her head, and went back to her garden. Steeling myself against the embarrassment, I made my way down the steps and to the sidewalk. I knew that I was leaving a trail of my juices as they ran down my legs.
            Walking up the steps to house 328, I forced myself to breathe deeply. Whoever this man was, I would allow him to do whatever he wanted to me. With trembling, cuffed hands, I rang the bell.
            The man who answered the door wore nothing but a pair of plaid shorts. He appeared to be in his early-thirties, was about five foot ten inches tall, and very well muscled. I met his eyes timidly.
            A large smile broke across his face.
            “Well, well, well, I should have known he would deliver on his promise. You are absolutely gorgeous. Come in, slut.”
            His casual use of the word did not affect me. I had grown used to my master using it. When he closed the door behind me, I turned and faced him obediently. His fingers flew to the buttons of my coat, unfastening them hastily. I saw his eyes roam across my face and then he chuckled. As he leaned in towards me, and sniffed, the chuckling grew louder.           
            “Well, someone made a mess of you, didn’t they, whore?”
            I nodded, feeling his fingers roam across the skin underneath the coat. When he finally undid the last button, he threw the coat off, and stared at me. A growing smirk pulled his lips up slowly, as his eyes traveled over the words written across my tits, and above my aching dripping cunt. Without another word, he yanked me by the cuffs down the hall and into a bedroom. Throwing me down onto the bed, he put his hands on the clasp of the ball gag.
            “I like to hear my sluts moan when I take them,” he explained to me as he unfastened the gag and threw it to the side.           
            Just as the gag was ripped from my mouth, I felt his hand go down to my thighs, and rub in between them. From my lips came a sound, a desperate, hungry, animal sound. I needed something, and badly.
            Bringing his other hand down, he forced my thighs open wide, and positioned himself between them. When his fingers reached my asshole, he paused, confused, and felt the thing Ulus Escort in it. Then understanding crossed his face, and the smile returned. Withdrawing his hand from between my thighs, he pulled his shorts down, and then the boxers underneath. A shudder went through me at the sight of his huge cock. It was at least nine inches long, and wider than the dildo in my ass. I forced my hands to lie obediently on my tummy and not reach for that huge instrument of pleasure. Longing for it to be inside me sent waves of desperation down into my cunt. His fingers traced the words on my tits, my stomach and surrounding my sopping hole. The grin on his lips seemed permanent now.
            “Slut, skank, Master’s fucktoy,” he read, “Well, Master gave you to me for a while honey, and I can do whatever I want. Any requests?”
            In my clouded, foggy, overly stimulated mind, only one thing repeated itself over and over again. With trembling gasps, I answered, “Please, fuck me, sir.”
            The grin grew wider, and then he pulled his fingers from between my aching lips, wet with my juice and spread it all across my belly. Then he pulled my knees up, positioned his cock at the entrance of my cunt and slammed into me.
            My entire world exploded with pleasure. I clutched at the skin of my tummy as his huge monster rammed into me and filled every inch of my hole. I felt him hit the cervix, and cried out with intense pleasure as he pushed against it again and again. My cunt felt swollen, stretched to its limit, and still I wanted more. Screaming and squirming against his bed, I yelled out, “Oh, please harder sir!”
            He continued to smile, but now I noticed his labored breathing, as he quickened his pace, and abused my cunt. Gasping, and clenching my fists, I felt my climax approaching, and knew he was nowhere near his. When that wonderful feeling enveloped me, I cried out, begging him to stop, but he did not listen. Of course not, I hadn’t expected him to. Instead he thrust into me with all his strength time and time again. I had never been with a man who had such amazing stamina. It must have been at least half an hour before he started grunting, and I knew he was close. My muscles clenched involuntarily, pulling him further inside me as he thrust once, twice, three times, harder than he had before. Something wet, and warm shot into my pussy as I moaned beneath his hands. After another exhausted thrust, he pulled his huge cock from between my cunt lips, and threw himself on the bed beside me. I could feel his cum dripping from my hole, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. For the first time, I noticed another man, standing off to the side, stroking his cock. It was not as long as the first man’s but was at least an inch thicker. I wondered how a man could be born with such a huge cock.
            I vaguely remembered him entering the room about ten minutes earlier, and made no move to fight him as he climbed between my legs, and thrust his thick, huge head into my throbbing pussy. Unlike the other man, he spoke while he fucked me, muttering things like, “yeah, you dirty slut, oh yeah”. I tried to ignore how much I enjoyed all this, but it was impossible. I felt fluids begin to leak from my cunt again.
            But I didn’t get to cum again because he didn’t have near as much stamina as the first man. After only about five minutes, I heard him begin to pant and groan. Instead of filling me with his liquids, he pulled out, and the stuff sprayed into a puddle on my tummy. With a sick smile, he reached up, and spread it all over my stomach and tits. I lay there, trembling, and exhausted by all this. But it was not over.
            Before I was allowed to leave, two more men showed themselves. They both came inside me, and I thanked God I was on the pill. Before it had time to ooze out, one of them pulled out a small egg vibrator, turned it on, and shoved it in to hold in their cum. As they taped the controller to the inside of my thigh, I felt myself already starting to shake with the vibrations in my cunt. One of the men, I was so dazed by all the fucking, I didn’t even remember which one, stood me up and buttoned the coat around me. When they fastened the ball gag around my head, I knew it must be time for me to return to Master.
             They pushed me out the door, and at least this time, it was darker outside. I couldn’t walk fast because my legs were trembling, and felt like Jell-O. The egg inside my cunt only intensified the feeling. I made my way slowly to Master’s door and rang the bell.
            When he answered it, I felt relief, of all things. I knew that, whatever Master may do to me, he would take care of me too. As he pulled me inside, and took the coat off, I allowed myself to relax a little bit. The first thing he did was remove the ball gag. Letting my mouth hang open, I allowed the sore muscles to relax. Then, his gentle fingers untied the breast harness, which I had nearly forgotten, and pulled it off of me. He pulled me to a bathroom, sat me on the toilet, and wiped down my face and chest with a cool washcloth. Then I was returned to the bed, where he did not remove the leather cuff, but tied it to the bedpost. My ankles were once again tied to the footboard. With a deviant smile, he switched off the egg and pulled it from inside me. Immediately, a rush of the men’s cum flooded from my cunt. I saw him smile as he watched it. When it seemed that the worst of it had come out, he pulled a dildo, as thick as the one in my ass, from the drawer on the table. I moaned quietly as he pushed it into my abused pussy. Then he stood and smiled kindly at me.
            “You have done well for your first day,” he murmured to me. I felt a blanket being pulled over me. Already I felt my eyelids drooping.
            “Master,” I whispered, my voice slurring with sleep, “Are you going to take the dildo out of my ass?”
            He shook his head, and responded, “No, slave I will not. It will be removed tomorrow, for some more play. Sleep now. In the morning, we start again.”
            With that wonderful prospect on my mind, two dildos shoved deep inside me, and my wrists and ankles tied to the bed, I drifted off to exhausted, satisfied sleep.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Michelle met with the contractor several times during the first two weeks of the year. She then went to an industrial kitchen equipment supplier to start trying to put a restaurant kitchen together. She started with three commercial gas ranges and one commercial deep fryer. Then looked at gas ovens and several commercial microwaves. She then looked at two fifteen by fifteen foot walk in coolers and several industrial dishwashers. As the two of us brainstormed the opening of the restaurant at night on the sofa, these numbers were really adding up. We had not even scratched the surface and we had accounted for two hundred thousand dollars.

About a month later, the contractor came in with a price of one hundred and forty thousand dollars to renovate the inside of the building. This included the portioning and erection of the kitchen, small office, the dining area, two employee restrooms and two large customer restrooms. All new sheetrock, paint, hardwood floors, lighting, electrical and plumbing with fixtures.

The extra kitchen equipment came to seventy-four thousand dollars with room to expand the kitchen as business grew. The kitchen was four thousand square feet with the rest of the building dedicated to the customers.

We then went online to find dining tables and chairs, dishes and silverware. Then Michelle met a graphic designer for the menu and restaurant logo. Michelle still had to secure knives, spoons, and smaller kitchen utensils as well.

As Michelle and I sat down to put the numbers together we realized that to get this thing started properly we were looking at around four hundred seventy five thousand dollars. We had to hire staff and have at least two months wages in reserve to pay them. Then the first food order was going to be huge. I could financially swing this, but I was going to be cutting it close.

I was in my office mid-week still staring at the notepad in front of me when Mary Stein popped into my office.

“How’s my money man ?”, Mary laughed.

“Mary, please come in. It’s so good to see you.”, I replied.

Mary walked in carrying a purse and an old leather briefcase. She sat down on one of the chairs facing my desk crossing her legs. She mentioned she had been upstairs to talk to Richard Butler about a matter and wanted to say hello before she left the building.

“Any progress on the restaurant ?, she asked.

“We have secured most of the cost to start it up. Came to a little more than I thought but we should start construction on the building in about two months.”, I replied.

“That’s exactly why I’m here. I just had a talk with Richard and I finally got through unpacking and throwing away stuff from the house that I took with me. Anyway, this was in my closet at the old house. I never even knew it was there, it was buried under a few blankets. I finally opened it about a month ago and I was shocked.”, she said, putting in on my desk.

“More paper work I have to deal with ?”, I replied, turning the case around and opening it.

As I raised the cover of the case, I simply couldn’t believe what was there. The entire case was overflowing with money. Stacks of one hundred dollar bills, twenty dollar bills and fifties all secured by rubber bands.

“Holy crap.”, I laughed.

“Tell me about it.”, Mary replied.

“Do you have any idea how much money is here ?”, I asked.

“Nope and I don’t care. Use that to help with the restaurant. I already bought my lawn care guy a brand-new truck and trailer with new lawn equipment. I have a maintenance guy who does odd jobs for me at my new job, I just bought him a truck and tools. I can’t deposit that much money because it will draw attention to me that I don’t need. You take that and pay cash for as much of the restaurant as you can.”, she stated.

“Mary, I can’t accept this…… you have already done too much for me as it is.”, I protested.

“Well, then you give it away, go to Vegas….whatever.”, she stated, walking out.

I know I sat there just staring at the money in that briefcase. I was never comfortable with people helping me, I was always proud that I managed on my own. I closed the briefcase and set in under my desk to the left of my legs. I quickly called upstairs to Richard Butler. Apparently, he was waiting for my call.

“Let me guess Tim, you refused the money.” Richard laughed.

“Yes, I did. But she walked out and told me to give it away if I don’t want it.”, I answered.

“Tim, don’t be a fool, take the money. She will die leaving millions to charity. Open your restaurant, give your lady her dream.”, he replied.

I went home that evening carrying more money than anyone could dream of having in their vehicle at one time. I went inside and went into the office where I always put my briefcase, pens, business card holder, wallet and watch. I also set the briefcase that Mary Stein had left with me on the desk as well. Michelle wasn’t home yet she had mentioned that she wanted to look at the design for the plates she thought of having made for the restaurant. I went to the master bedroom, changed into shorts and a t-shirt then went back to the living room. About thirty minutes later I heard the front door open and close. Michelle walked into the living room and over to where I was sitting, leaning over and passionately kissing me. This was a ritual with Michelle. Every time she kissed me, I knew it was real.

“Hey baby, how was your day ?”, she asked, heading to the kitchen.

“I know really don’t know how to answer that…..”, I replied.

She came back into the room with a glass of iced tea with a strange look on her face. She sat down next to me and grabbed my hand, something she always did as well.

“You don’t have an answer ?”, Michelle giggled.

“Not in my wildest dreams could I come up with an answer……”, I responded.

“You fucked my sister at work.”, Michelle giggled.

“Uh no….. better.”, I laughed.

“Hmmmmmm…… you got a raise ?”, she asked.

“Nope.”, I replied.

“Well fuck….. just tell me then.”, she giggled.

“Wait right here.”, I urged.

I got up and walked to the office, up to the desk and Ankara escort bayan grabbed the briefcase then walking back into the living room. I walked around the sofa and sat next to her placing the case on the ottoman in front of her. I sat back and looked at her.

“What is this ?”, she asked.

“Open it.”, I quickly answered.

Michelle looked at me strangely then leaned over slightly towards the case. It took her a few seconds to negotiate the two locking mechanisms on the case, but she finally opened it. She lifted the top of the case and her reaction was much like mine only hours before.

“What the fuck ?”, she screamed.

“I know.”, I answered.

“Where did you get this…… how….holy fuck.”, she babbled.

“This is a gift from Mary.”, I replied.

“Tim, this is insane…… she already gave you a building. Now this ?”, she shouted.

“I know Michelle but she told me use or give it away ?”, I stated.

“How much is here ?”, Michelle Asked.

“I don’t know, never counted it……. I don’t think she did either. Her husband buried the case in her closet for reasons I became aware of during the meetings.”, I said.

“So what do we do ?”, Michelle giggled.

“First thing you better do is count it. After that, we pay cash for everything for the restaurant. If I deposit this kind of money in the bank, red flags go up.”, I warned.

Michelle reached into the case and began taking out stacks of money placing them all over the ottoman. It is hard to fathom that someone could make such a vast sum of money and then just put who knows what in a brief case in a closet. But after all, when your net worth is close to one hundred sixty million dollars what’s few thousand here and there ?

It took Michelle and I, close to four hours and two legal sheets to count the money. We pulled every bundle apart and recounted it. At the end, the tally came to six hundred eighty thousand dollars. We decided to pay cash for everything for the restaurant if the vendor agreed. What I could not pay cash for, I would write a check then slowly put the cash back in later.

I did however want to give Richard Butler, Jeremy Land and Carlos Reyes a gift for taking a chance on me. I grabbed ten thousand dollars from the case and put it in my regular briefcase. The next morning, I went to the bank next door to the firm and obtained a safety deposit box. I emptied the rest of the money in the box and went to work.

Michelle talked to the contractor and he agreed to take his payment in cash. The industrial kitchen supplier agreed to the same as long as we paid the taxes, which was not a problem. A few weeks later construction began on the restaurant as planned.

On my twenty ninth year on earth, it just seemed everything had come together for me. I was in love with a beautiful girl, owned a nice home, had a great job, money in the bank and was on the verge of launching a new restaurant.

Of course, our life together lately had become more of a hit and miss meeting type thing. I worked all day and sometimes Michelle was out until late at night finalizing things for the restaurant. She would then come home and we would sit at the kitchen counter assembling a menu and design ideas for the restaurant.

Michelle had designed all our plates, serving trays and platters with cartoon images of crawfish, shrimp, crab and alligators. Michelle decided to call the restaurant Mon Armour which was Cajun French for My Love. We had regular glassware for drinks, but she also ordered the mason jar glasses for the iced tea she planned on serving.

On November the second, I was standing in the completed restaurant with Michelle, Stan and Beverly Woods, Robin Woods and a few other relatives of Michelle’s. The contractor had done a great job on the remodel. We had sixty-four tables in all that could sit four people each. The guest bathrooms were incredible better than most restaurants, I had been in. On last minute decision, the way the tables were laid on we wound up with a hallway type space to the right on the entrance. Michelle decided to install custom made cushioned benches so people who were waiting for a table could be comfortable. All in all, we figured at least thirty people could sit comfortably. Then she had six benches install outside, three on wall that could hold at least twelve more people.

Michelle had hired three short order cooks, one fryer and two trainees for the kitchen. In addition, she had hired a hostess and eight waitresses. Michelle decided to start working four waitresses per night and adjust when necessary. She decided to just start serving dinner only. She would open at twelve o’clock noon and beginning serving at three o’clock until ten that night.

Michelle opened the restaurant on a Friday night with family, friends and employees of Butler Land and Reyes in attendance. At seven o’clock, the tables were few to be seen with everyone scurrying around waiting on tables. I sat at one of the tables with Stan and Beverly Woods watching their younger child interact with the customers. There was no doubt Michelle Woods was doing what she loved, the sparkle in her eye gave her away.

She arrived home that Friday night about eleven thirty that night. I was already in bed when she came in and headed straight to the shower. She got out about ten minutes later wrapped in a white towel. She walked to the side of the bed and dropped the towel to the floor revealing her gorgeous body. She climbed in bed and gently laid on body on top of mine her face inches from mine.

“Tim, I don’t know how or why I am here today other than pure fate. I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you with Robin. You are the kindest, most loving and caring man I know. You believed in me and you made every dream that I had come true. You have never asked me for a thing, but you have given me everything. I will always love you, Tim. No matter what.”, she said softly.

“I love you too, Michelle. I want you to be happy.”, I replied.

She moved down my body quickly and took my cock into her warm mouth. In just over a minute, she had me erect and throbbing in her wet mouth. She moved back up Batıkent Escort and straddled me inserting my hard shaft into her wet opening. She leaned slightly forward moving back and forth on me slowly. Michelle had a way of looking at you during sex which was indescribable. It looked as if she had surrendered herself to your every wish.

“I feel so good when you’re inside me baby.”, she moaned.

I reached up and pulled her towards me pressing my lips against hers. I drove my tongue into her mouth eagerly seeking hers. She responded passionately as always, her body moving just a bit faster. She pulled her tongue from my mouth and mumbled quickly.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.”, she said, still kissing me.

“Go ahead baby, cum on that hard dick.”, I encouraged.

“Oh fuck………, she screamed, her body shaking above mine.

I wrapped my arms around her and plunged my tongue back into her mouth as her orgasm overtook her. It took a good ten seconds before she completely relaxed still kissing me passionately.

“Fuck baby, that was good.”, she said, licking my lips with her tongue.

She rolled to my left and fell on her back to the mattress. I sat up and moved between her legs gently pushing them apart to reveal her glistening pussy. I move up and place the head of my cock between her lips and pushed in. She was absolutely soaked from her recent orgasm. I began to move in and out of her, feeling her wet walls caress my erect shaft. Several minutes later, I pulled out of her and stroked my cock spewing hot cum all over her chest and stomach. Thirty minutes later, I was between Michelle legs again eating her pussy once again.

Another year was coming to an end, it would be the last for Michelle and I before turning thirty. In just over a month, Mon Armor had drawn quite the following. So much so that Michelle decided to start serving both lunch and dinner. The restaurant new hours were ten o’clock in the morning until ten o’clock at night, Tuesday through Sunday. She decided to close on Mondays and give everyone a break.

The new hours would take effect January second of the coming year. Christmas was around the corner and with opening the restaurant, my job and all the excitement, I still had not bought a thing for Michelle. I was sitting in my office that afternoon w then I decided to go for broke.

I stopped at Debeer’s Jewelers in town and met with one of the managers. An hour later, I walked out with a two carat Oval Halo Trapezoid Diamond Ring in a platinum setting. This had been the best year of my life so why not end it by asking Michelle to marry me.

She had closed the restaurant Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day so the employees could be with their families. I decided that I would ask her to marry me at her parent’s Christmas Eve party. The following day after work, I stopped by Sak’s Fifth Avenue to get Michelle a new dress for the party. You had to look your best when someone proposed to you. I met the sales lady and she showed me several dress before I saw the perfect one. It was a Herve Ledger Icon V Neck Mini Dress. I bought a pair of Jimmy Choo Sacora Peep Toe Lace Trimmed Pumps in red to match. After a dozen pair of lace boy shorts and six high cut lace panties and I was done. I went home and hide the dress and shoes in the laundry room closet that we never used. I reached behind some shoe boxes in my closet and placed the ring on the shelve behind them.

Our annual Christmas Party at the firm went well and I was hoping Michelle could attend but the restaurant was doing so well. She had three quarter capacity from twelve noon until about eight thirty at night. She was doing great and word was spreading like wildfire about the new place to eat in town. The waitresses were doing well with tips and Michelle was considering hiring a manager so she could concentrate on the kitchen.

I let Michelle sleep in late that Saturday morning, Christmas Eve so she could catch up on her rest. She came into the kitchen about nine thirty and poured herself a cup of coffee. She came around the bar and kissed me then sat on the stool next to me.

“I was really tired last night…. I slept like a log.”, she sighed.

“Did you forget your parent’s party is tonight ?”, I asked.

“Fuck, yes I did. Do you really want to go ?”, she asked.

“Up to you beautiful, doesn’t matter to me. Although there is one drawback to not going.”, I replied.

“What’s that ?”, she asked, taking a sip from her mug.

“Well, every year when your sister kisses me for Christmas, I get some tongue.”, I answered.

Michelle spit coffee on all the kitchen counter and down the front of her t-shirt. She was choking and laughing trying to recompose herself.

“Oh, I’ll get you for that one.”, she giggled, cleaning up with a kitchen towel.

We went to the grocery store and picked up a few things, Michelle wanted to try a new recipe that she found online. We got back, put everything away then I laid on the sofa and watched television while Michelle cooked. She made a blackeye pea soup with slices of hot sausage that had been cooked separately, drained then dumped in the soup. It was a little hot but very good.

I took a shower about five o’clock and starting dressing for the party as Michelle walked in. She went to the shower and got in, giving me the opportunity to go to the laundry room and get her new clothes. I came back in and laid everything on the bed.

Just about that time Michelle came out of the shower and noticed the Sak’s zippered garment bag on the bed. She looked and me and smiled walking over to the bed.

“What’s this ?”, she asked, pointing to the garment bag.

“It’s for you to wear tonight.”, I replied.

She slowly unzipped the bag carefully taking the dress out and holding it up. She placed it against her body and turned to the mirror that was on the dresser.

“I love the color…. Thank you so much baby.”, she answered.

“Uh, you have shoes there too.”, I mentioned.

She walked back to the bed then set the dress down carefully, she lifted the top of the shoe box and pulled Otele Gelen Escort one of the shoes out holding it against the dress.

“Baby, you have great taste.”, she giggled.

I decided to just wear a pair of dress slacks and a pullover shirt instead of a suit. I was putting on my loafers when Michelle went to the front of the house. I hurried to the closet and retrieved the ring from behind the shoe boxes and slipped it in the pocket of my leather jacket. As I was locking the front door to leave, I could not get over how beautiful Michelle looked.

We got to Stan and Beverly’s home about seventy forty five but had to park about a block down the street. We walked down the street hand in hand with Michelle having no idea about what I had in store for later tonight. As we walked up the path to the front door, I noticed that Robin’s car was already here. We entered through the front door and slowly made our way through the house greeting people.

As we were about to walk out into the rear yard, Beverly Woods came into the house through that door. She hugged Michelle and me quickly then pulled us to the side.

“Michelle, please don’t get into it with Robin tonight, she is very upset.”, Beverly warned.

“Mom, I don’t ever plan on fighting with Robin ever again. I have nothing to fight with her about. Why is she upset ?”, Michelle asked.

“Jeff went back to Ohio to try again with his ex-wife. Robin is devastated to say the least.”, Beverly.

“Mom, that’s been going on since the two of them were in high school. They both made a career of breaking up. Why did either of them think this would be different ?”, Michelle replied.

“Just please be nice….”, Beverly responded, heading to the kitchen.

Michelle just shrugged her shoulders, grabbed my hand and led me outside. Again, we greeted several family members before making our way over to Stan Woods who was talking to Robin. Robin Woods looked amazing in a pure white dress that came just above her knee. But when did Robin not look good ? She was too beautiful not to look fabulous. I wanted to be the gracious one, especially if Robin was in pain.

“Hey Robin, how are you ? You look lovely tonight.”, I asked, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Thank you, Tim. I’m ok.”, she replied.

“Hey sis, good to see you again.”, Michelle said, kissing Robin on the cheek.

“Michelle, you look amazing. I love the dress.”, Robin said, smiling.

“Thank you, I love it too.”, Michelle replied.

Everyone made small talk for a while before Robin and Michelle went into the kitchen to help their mother with something. It gave me a perfect opportunity to talk to Stan Woods who was alone by the disc jockey table. I walked over to him trying to think of what I wanted to say. After all, this was a life changing event.

“Stan, can I talk to you a minute ?”, I asked.

“Sure son, what’s on your mind.”, he replied.

“This situation with Michelle and I evolved a lot quicker than I thought it would. I really meant no disrespect to you or Beverly asking Michelle to move in with me. It was the cooking school and the restaurant, I just felt overwhelmed sometimes. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…… will you give me permission to marry your daughter ?”, I asked.

“Tim, I have grown to know you quite well. I respect you and damn well know my little girl is in good hands. Of course, you may marry Little Bit.”, he replied, shaking my hand.

“Beverly told us what had happened between Robin and Jeff when we arrived. I wanted to propose to Michelle here tonight but now I’m not sure with Robin here. I don’t want to….”, I started.

“Tim, you propose how and when you want to. If Robin would not have been so foolish, she would be your wife right now. This is a very strange situation, but you do what’s best for the two of you.”, he smiled.

“Thank you, sir.”, I answered.

Since Stan had given me the green light to propose I would just see how the evening went. It everything went well, I would think about proposing.

Robin seemed to be in a decent mood actually spending time with Michelle and talking. It was the best I had seen them get along in a while. Midway through the party, I made the decision to ask Michelle to marry me. But I decided to be very low key about it. I asked Michelle to dance with me and we took the floor on the very next slow song. As I took her into my arms, I reached into my right pocket and removed the small ring box holding it in my hand. As we danced around on the floor, I noticed Beverly Woods staring intently at us. Sometimes, she made me believe that she would prefer me to be with Robin instead of Michelle.

“You know pressing against me like this is making me horny.”, I whispered in Michelle’s ear.

“Oh, you’re gonna get fucked tonight buddy. Count on it.”, Michelle giggled back in my ear.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something. I have been thinking about it all night.”, I whispered.

“The answer is no……. you can’t tongue kiss my sister.”, Michelle giggled again.

“Oh that, no we already did that an hour ago.”, I laughed.

“So, what do you want to ask me then.”, Michelle said, looking into my eyes.

“I was just kind of thinking that maybe…… since you’re a great cook, beautiful as hell, have an amazing body and great in bed, I might want to keep you around.”, I stated, looking into her eyes.

“It that so…well Mr. Williams, I don’t plan on going anywhere.”, she replied, never breaking eye contact.

The song stopped but we were still both holding each other. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips for a few seconds. Then she pulled away once again looking at me.

“Since you feel that way and I definitely feel that way, I guess there’s only one thing to say.”, I asked.

I let Michelle go and dropped to one knee holding out the black velvet ring box. Michelle suddenly realized what was happening and immediately starting jump up and down, her hand over here mouth, tears running down her face.

“Michelle Woods, will you marry me “, I asked, opening the box.

“Oh my god… oh god…… yes, yes, yes …. I will marry you, baby.”, she screamed.

I stood up and removed the large ring from the box and slipped it on Michelle’s finger. She looked at the ring for a few seconds then pressed her lips to mine in one of her long awaited passionate kisses.

“God, I love you baby.”, she whispered to me.

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The Adventures of Ted

Hi. My name is Ted, and unlike most fourteen year old kids, the naked female form holds no mystery for me. How’s that you may ask, well for as long as I can remember my mother and two younger sisters have lived in a small commune that although not strictly a nudist colony, clothes were definitely optional. Therefore, it wasn’t unusual to see both men and women parading around wearing nothing except a straw hat to keep the sun out of their eyes. Up until puberty hit, the sight of naked tits meant nothing to me, after that though boy did things change. From that point on, if I didn’t jerk off at least twice a day, the sight of all those boobs and pussy drove my dick crazy and it was a struggle to keep it from pointing at the sky like some unruly flagpole.

Anyway, it was about a week after my fourteenth birthday and I was lying on the mattress I’d hauled up into the tree house my father had built before a car accident took his life. So there I lay, stark naked with a huge boner, fantasizing about a certain young lady that had recently take to brushing past me, making sure he tits rubbed up against me; or sitting opposite me and opening her legs so that I could get a glimpse of her wet glistening clit. I guess the thought of pushing my cock into that juicy hole had me so preoccupied that I didn’t realize that someone had climbed into my hideaway until a stern female voice said.

“Ted! You shouldn’t be doing that.”

Oh man, even before I opened my eyes, I knew who was standing there, Mrs. Robinson. Now Mrs. Robinson was three things, firstly the mother of the girl I had just mentally ravishing; secondly, the Ministers wife, don’t ask, it has something to do with Adam and Eve and getting back to nature, and lastly she was my mother’s best friend, so it was highly unlikely that she would keep my little pass-time secret. As she stood there, her arms folded beneath her ample boobs that I must admit to having lusted over a time or two, she went on. “As I said Ted, you shouldn’t be doing that.” Then to my utter surprise, Mrs. Robinson suddenly dropped to her knees and brushing my hand aside, grabbed my throbbing cock and turned towards me and added. “It’s much better when someone else does it for you, especially when it’s like this,” she ended, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around the end of my dick and running her tongue over the head of my cock. I swear, if not for the fact that I’d jerked off a little while earlier I would have come so hard my hot jism would have blown the back of her head off.

Still in disbelief, but willing to accept what providence had thrown my way, I closed my eyes and layback, luxuriating in the erotic experience of having Mrs. Robinson’s warm wet mouth slide up and down my throbbing cock. Suddenly, a second voice broke through the feeling of euphoria that all but engulfed me.

“Mother, how could you be fucking Ted? The voice asked in indignation.

Letting go of my cock, Mr’s Robinson turned to look at her daughter. I’m sucking him, Malinda, not fucking him, that’s your responsibility. I just wanted to make sure he was primed for your arrival, and boy is he primed,” she ended moving aside so Malinda could see my huge dick.
“Oh my,” Malinda said, awe sounding in her voice “it’s even bigger than I imagined.

Crossing the small room, Malinda placed her feet on either side of me, and then sank to her knees. Grabbing my cock, she aimed it at her pussy then slowly let it slide into her wet juicy snatch. As it sank ever deeper, she began to moan in pleasure until eventually my balls were pressing up against her legs. For a moment, she knelt there, then just as slowly rose up and then slid back down again.

“That’s so beautiful” she commented, “much bigger than daddy’s”

Which I had to admit was true. Even when it’s soft, my cock hangs halfway to my knees, whereas Mr. Robinson’s, barely poked out of the mound of hair that surrounded his dick and balls.

Quickening the pace, Malinda grabbed my hands and planted them on her tits. Squeeze my boobs really hard,” she gasped, “and pinches my nipples until they turn bright red.

As I followed her instructions, I felt something above my head, then the next thing I knew Mrs. Robinson planted her pussy over my mouth and began to rub her wet clit over my lips. Instinctively, my tongue shot out and buried itself up her juicy hole, within seconds, I could feel spasms shooting through Mrs Robinson body, and then with a convulsive jolt she came followed almost instantly by Malinda whose pussy squeezed my cock so hard I thought she was going to tear it off. Considering the fact that they were facing each other, mother, and daughter leaned forward and wrapped their arms around each other and both gave a sigh of satisfaction,

After a minute or so, Malinda said. “Let’s change places, I know you’ve been dying to get that cock inside of you, and by the feel of it, it still has plenty of life left in it”

Within seconds, Malinda and her mom had changed places, and I felt my cock slide into Mrs. Robinson’s wet juicy hole, while her daughter facing towards me planted her clit right over my mouth. Sucking the supple piece of flesh into my mouth, I reached up and grabbed her nipples and squeezed them as hard as I could, while at the same time I rapidly flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit. Almost instantly, her back arched and a violent spasm ripped through her frame as several intense orgasms shook her body. In a state of exhaustion, Malinda rolled to one side and lay there gasping.

Mrs. Robinson wasn’t far behind he daughter, pumping her wet juicy hole up and down my cock her actions growing ever faster. Eventually a deep groan of ecstasy escaped her lips and seconds later, I came pumping what felt like a gallon of hot cum into her pussy. Collapsing onto my chest, she lay there for quite some time, soft ripples of pleasure pulsating through her body from time to time.

Eventually, she pushed herself back into a kneeling position. “That,” she said smiling, “was something else. Ankara escort bayan Now then, let that be a lesson to you young man. Was I right about it being better when someone else does it for you?” she asked, in the same stern tone she had used when she first put in an appearance.

“Much,” I had to agree, “in fact I could never have imagined how much better sex with a woman is over just jerking yourself off.”

“Good,” she said, “Now the next time I want you all to myself, well with one tiny variation. Mr. Robinson does like to watch me get fucked, so if it’s alright with you, the next time you stick that magnificent dick into my pussy, he’ll be watching.”

“Sure,” I said, wondering if having Mr. Robinson watching me dick his wife would cramp my style. Then, after a moment’s pensive thought, I found the very thought of it extremely erotic.

“Excellent, so I’ll get in touch with you and let you know when to come over. Come on Malinda, let’s get home, I’m sure daddy is waiting with what patience he can muster to hear how our little tryst with Ted went.

After they had left, I sat for a few minutes pondering what had just happened, still shocked at the thought that both Mrs. Robinson and Malinda had just ravished me and then Mrs. Robinson had invited me over so she could have me all to herself on the condition that Mr. Robinson could watch, left me somewhat bemused. Feeling as though I was the luckiest kid on the planet, I headed home beginning to wonder which other member of our little community would be the next to sample my dick.

When I got home, it was about ten; and to my surprise, my mother who, normally went to bed around about nine, was still up, and as usual completely naked.

“So how was it?” She asked looking up from the book she was reading.

“How was what?” I responded terrified that my mother had discovered what I had been up to and who my partners had been.”
“The little get together you and Malinda just participated in.”

“I’m not sure exactly what you mean,” I answered, turning red in the face because it was abundantly clear that my mother was aware of what I’d been up to and with whom.

“Don’t play coy with me young man. I know what you and that little mink have been up to,” she said sternly, then smiling broadly she went on. “Come here and sit beside me,” she said patting the couch next to her. Crossing the room, I plonked down beside her and she reached out and laid her hand on my leg only a fraction of an inch from the end of my dick.

“So, how was your first fuck?”

The statement from my mother almost floored me, nearly, but not quite, taking my mind off the hand that gently stroked my leg. In my entire life that was the first time, I’d ever heard my mother swear. However, it wasn’t just the fact that she had used the F word; it was more that she knew what had taken place and was more interested in how I had enjoyed the experience than chastising me for having fucked the hell out of Malinda.

“So you knew?” I asked in disbelief.

“Of course I knew what was going to happen,” she said smiling. “I was in on arranging it. This isn’t anything new, every time a youth reaches the age of fourteen the women of our little community raffle him off, with the winner getting to seduce him, making sure his first sexual experience is a memorable one, and something he will look back on with pleasure for the rest of his life. Now then, did Malinda give you a good fuck?” My mother asked, “because if she didn’t I won’t be amused. I though her a bit young to be included, but most of the other ladies disagreed with me. So excusing the pun, did she satisfy?”

“She most certainly did, but it wasn’t just her,” I added.

“What, did she bring one of her friends?”

“No,” I answered, “Mrs. Robinson showed up first.”

“She did,” my mother said, her hand actually brushing against my cock. “That horny old bitch, just wait until I see Molly Robinson, did she fuck you first?” My mother asked.

“No she was giving me a blow job. When Malinda put in an appearance she moved aside and allowed her to straddle me and slide my cock into her.”

“What did Molly do then?” My mother asked, sounding slightly flustered.

“She sat on my face and I ate her pussy,” I said fearing to see the look of disgust on my mother’s face at finding out I’d had my tongue buried in Mrs. Robinson’s warm wet hole. Instead of showing disgust, her hand again brushed up against my cock and instead of moving it away, it stayed where it was making it all but impossible to stop my dick from leaping to attention revealing the lust that cursed through my body at the thought of fucking my mother.

Then to my utter surprise, my mother said. “Lucky bitch; that should have been my pussy that got licked.”

“You don’t mean,” I began to say until my mother cut me off.

“Of course I had a ticket,” she said shocking me even further. “I would have given anything to have won that raffle and been your first lover.”

“But that would be incest,” I said.

“I do realize that dear after all I am a doctor. There were very good reasons for banning incest at one point in our development, but considering the fact that I’ve had my tubes tied and can’t become pregnant, I see no valid reason that we can’t enjoy each other. Come on, I’ve got a warm bath waiting for you.”

Leading me through the house, we entered the bathroom, where as she had said, the bath was already filled with warm fragarant water. Once I had climbed in, my mother lathered up a huge sponge and having me lean forward gently washed my back and then my chest each of my arms and then making me stand, she washed my legs scrupulously avoiding any contact with my cock. When she finished she put the sponge aside, leaving me deeply disappointed that she had missed that particular part of my anatomy.

Starting to rise so that I could climb out of the bath, my mother said. “I’m not finished with you yet young man, now sit down and shuffle forward so I can climb in behind you,” once Rus Escort comfortable she snuggled up against my back.

The instant her breasts pressed into my back, I lost the battle to control my dick, and it instantly grew hard. Lathering her hands, she reached round and grabbed my throbbing dick, and gently caressed the entire length.

“Oh my, is that for me?” she said, almost purring with pleasure. “That’s going to feel so good when you slip it into my pussy.

At that I leapt out of the bath, picked my mother up and carried her into her bedroom
Disregarding the fact that we were both soaking wet, I threw her onto the bed and climbed on after her.

“Not so fast young man,” she said pushing me away, “I don’t want to rush this and spoil it. Now then, sit here,” she said, indicating the edge of the bed.

As soon as she was satisfied that I was in the right positioned, she slid off the bed, knelt in front of me, and slipped my cock into her mouth. I had enjoyed the blow job that Mrs. Robinson had given me but it was nothing compared to what I experienced at the hands of my mother. The inside of her mouth was like velvet and she took every inch of my dick into her mouth until her lips were up against my balls. As she withdrew it, her tongue gently massaged the end making my dick ache with the urge to shoot wads of hot com into her mouth.

Realising how close I was to exploding, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbing on top of me slid my cock into her pussy and slowly slid down its length, then rose up and repeated the process slowly gaining speed until I couldn’t take it any more. Considering the fact that I had jerked of earlier that day, and then shot a gallon of come into Mrs. Robinsons snatch, I was amazed at how much juice I pumped into my mother’s wet willing hole. After I had shot my load, my mother knelt there my cock still buried deep in her snatch, and then she slowly withdrew it and rolled onto her back.

“Now it’s my turn to come,” she said, “this is what your dad used to love to do after he had fucked the ass off me;” opening her legs, she said “now eat my pussy,”

For a moment, I lay there stunned at the thought of sticking my tongue into her com sodden pussy. Realizing that this would be an ongoing affair, and that I would probably squirt my juice into her mouth on numerous occasions, I slid between her legs and willingly stuck my tongue as far as it would go into her warm wet hole. Hearing my mother moan with pleasure, I drove my tongue in and out of her snatch as fast as I could, and then moving up to her clit I was amazed at how big it was, almost like a small cock. Sucking it into my mouth, I gently nibbled on it, and then I sucked it in and out of my mouth as though I was giving her a blow job. Within seconds, my mother was squirming to such an extent that I could barely hang onto to her clit, and then with an explosive spasm she arched her back and tensed up as her orgasm completely engulfed her body. Before the intensity could fade, I sucked her clit back into my mouth and bit it causing another explosive orgasm. In all, my mother came about six times before collapsing in a state of pure exhaustion. Climbing up beside my mother, I cradled her in my arms until eventually she opened her eyes.

“That,” she said snuggling into me, “Was something else. I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before in my life. I can see we’re going to have lots of fun together, now let’s get some sleep,” she ended kissing me gently.

It was several days later that I awoke to the sensation of someone sucking on my cock, at first I luxuriated in the warm wet feel as my dick slid in and out of my mother’s mouth. Then I dawned on me that it couldn’t be my mother as I could hear her in the shower adjacent to her bedroom, as she got ready to head into her office in the nearby town. Opening my eyes, I was astounded to find my eldest sister with my cock almost up to my ball in her mouth.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted as I pulled back.

“It’s ok Ted,” my mother said from the doorway of the bathroom as she stood there towelling her hair dry. “As I explained to you the other night, once a boy reach the age of fourteen, they are raffled off so they can have their first sexual experience in an erotic and safe fashion as possible. Well girls are different; because they mature earlier they are allowed to have their first encounter at thirteen, with two other differences. Firstly, they don’t have to go through with it if they don’t want to, and secondly they get to choose who gets to take their virginity, and Peg has chosen you as her partner. But be careful, it took me all my time to take that cock of yours, so don’t rush things and hurt her; some women have had their entire sexual lives ruined by a bad first experience. Well have fun with your first encounter peg, and if you find it too big, back off and wait until you’re a little older before you get laid.”

“I want sex too,” my youngest sister said bursting into the room.

“Not on your life,” my mother said adamantly. “For a girl, thirteen is the absolute earliest and you’ve just turned twelve, so you’ve got an entire year to wait before that little pussy of yours gets a good fucking.”

“Oh mom,” she said, “my pussy gets just as wet as yours or pegs.

For a moment, my mother stood looking at Stacy, and then said. I’ll tell you what, as long as Ted is in agreement he can make you come as long as he doesn’t fuck you to do it.”
Running over to me Stacy leapt onto the bed. “Please Ted, please,” she begged. “I’ll do your chores for a week if you agree.”

“Ok,” I agreed, but not because of her offer to do my chores, but because even at twelve she had a sexy little body that definitely deserved attention. “As soon as Peg and I have finished we’ll see what we can come up with to satisfy that little pussy of yours.”

‘One thing Ted, no penetration of any kind but I’m sure you can come up with something to keep this little vixen happy, have fun,” she said smiling and then Esat Escort turned and within minutes we heard her car door slam and she was gone.

“I’m kind of scared,” Peg said, eyeing my already erect cock that almost poked me in the bellybutton.

“If you want to back out I’ll understand,” I said, desperately hoping she wouldn’t. “If you get really wet, then it’ll slide in easier,” I assured her.

“I’m already wet at just the thought of having your dick inside of me,” she said. “How do you plan on getting me any hornier?”

“Like this I said pushing her back onto the bed and spreading her legs. As I’d hoped her clit although slightly smaller than our mom’s, it still poked out of the smattering of blond hair that covered her pussy. Taking it between my teeth, I at fist nibbled on it to see what kind of reaction I would get. Instantly, Peg’s back arched and a slight moan slipped past her lips. Letting go of the tasty piece of skin, I instantly began to flick my tongue back and forth as fast as I could, the response was immediate. When I first started, her pussy was moist but as my tongue whipped back and forth across her clit, her pussy juice began to flow as though it was coming out of a tap. As I knelt on the bed, my face buried in peg’s snatch, my ass sticking up in the air Stacy slithered between my legs, grabbed my cock, and wrapped her lips around it. I’ll tell you, although only twelve, that girl has talent, for a moment I swear I thought she was going to suck the drapes clean off the windows and up my ass. Trying to ignore the incredible sensation that encompassed my dick and balls, I concentrated on licking the hell out of pegs clit.

Suddenly a spasm ran through pegs body and she groaned. “Now, lay on your back so I can climb on top and lower myself onto your prick.”

Reluctantly pulling my cock out of Stacy’s moth, I rolled over and stretched out, my cock rigid from the attention it had received from my youngest sister. Grabbing it, peg positioned her pussy over my dick and slowly began to slide down the length of my cock, as it slid inside, she moaned slightly, and then said. “Oh, that hurts real nice

Once my cock was completely inside of her, she gently rocked back and forth moaning softly. Then all of a sudden, she said. Give it to me ted; give my crack the fucking it deserves.”

Somehow, I managed to get her on her back with me on top without having to remove my cock. As soon as I was in position, I began to pump her hole, pulling my weapon almost all the way out then ramming it forward with all my strength, as I did, she trust forward taking every inch of my cock into her willing snatch. Within minutes, I could feel the tension building in her as she climbed towards climax. Allowing myself to peek as well, I thrust forward one last time as she screamed in ecstasy and raked my back with her nails.

Rolling clear I lay there for several seconds in utter exhaustion, until I felt Stacy’s knees on my shoulders and her sweet little snatch pressed against my mouth.

“Come on big boy,” she said aggressively, “give my pussy what it needs, fuck it with that tongue of yours so I can come all over your face.”

“Oh no,” I said pushing her off my mouth so I could speak. “Mom said no penetration and I intend to stick to that, I know mom, she’ll probably examine your pussy just to make sure I didn’t fuck you. Now if you still want to come, then clime on and I’ll give you a ride better than any amusement park ride you’ve ever been on.”

Plonking her clit over my mouth again, she said. “Lick away Ted, and make it good, I want to leave your face covered in pussy juice. And this time next year I intend to fuck that massive dick of yours until you can’t walk you’ll be that shagged out.” As Stacy’s climax grew ever closer, her aggression increased to a fever pitch. ‘Lick my clit you pussy eating Neanderthal,’ she almost screamed at me, “make my pussy come or I’ll rip your cock of and stuff it up your,” just then a spasm ripped through her body, and instead of the word she intended to scream at me, all that came out of her mouth was a prolonged. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Finally, the sound subsided and she sank forward, her naked belly pressing into my face. Unable to breath, I went to push her off, only to have her suddenly sit up. “Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easy,” she grinned, “there’s more work to be done young man,” she said mimicking our mother to perfection. Shuffling down my body until she was sitting on my legs, she grabbed my cock and pressed it down onto my belly. Shuffling forward she planted her pussy on the length of my dick and began sliding her crack back and forth over the surface of my boner; man that was good, almost like being inside of her without disobeying our mother’s orders.

As she climbed towards climax for the second time, the foul-mouthed brazen hussy reappeared. “Dick me harder you mother fucker, tell me how she sucked your cock and then slid it right up her wet juicy box so you could squirt come up her hole. And I’ll bet you stuck your tongue up her twat as well and gave it a good licking.”

At that, she suddenly threw herself back, her hand grasping my knees as her back arched and her body quivered as her orgasm swept through her entire body. This time she rolled aside and lay there panting. Looking at her, I couldn’t believe that this was my shy demure little sister, or where she had learned such language, but I had to admit, that the experience of having this foul mouthed little vixen as a sex toy really excited me, leaving my cock still rock hard, and to be truthful, I couldn’t wait for Stacy’s thirteenth birthday so I could get my dick inside that beautiful tight little pussy. As I lay there, Peg suddenly straddled me again and slipped my dick into her wet pussy and started to drive her box up and down my cock as fast as she could. Within seconds I felt that urge in my prostrate telling my that I was past the point of no return and shot a massive wad of cum up Peg’s willing hole just as her own orgasm sent shiver of ecstasy through her entire body.

Anyway, over the period of less than a week I had gone from being a virgin to having fucked my mother’s best friend, her daughter, my mother and sister and had given my kid sister several hug

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Sorry it’s been a while since I have posted but work and hard drugs, you know how it is.

My name is Cassandra, call me Cass, I am what’s called a Traveler, apparently. I have used a new drug to travel faster than light to a planet and a spaceship.

On my second trip I brought back an advanced mini super computer that has a self aware A.I. that calls itself mainframe.

The cable guy was taking his time setting up my new high speed internet, wishing he would hurry I need to get to my crappy day job. The man seamed annoyed that I didn’t have a television or a computer in sight.

“ The company tells us that we have to hook up some kind of device before I leave.” He said in a grumpy bitchy tone of voice.

“ I know but all I need is the Wi-Fi thank you.” I said trying to give a winning smile, or at least what I hoped it was winning.

Reluctantly the man switched the Wi-Fi on and mainframe beeped in my pocket.

“See?” I said with a smile. “ It connected with my phone. I hope you have a good day.”

I set mainframe down and told the Asian faced A.I. that I was off the work.

In a rush, knowing I would be late to a job I didn’t need anymore but liked doing. My heart rate went up as I focused on the trip ahead. My focus has been better and better since I started experimenting with this new drug.

It’s like it is washing all the other things I have ever taken from acid to magic mushrooms.

I pulled into the parking lot and checked my phone to see just how late I was…what the Hell?

When I left I knew I was going to be 8 to 10 minutes late at least, I am 5 minutes early.

I got my shit together and hustled inside, and clocked in. It’s Thursday again I am looking forward to tripping on my third dose of the new drug.

My panties keep getting damp as I anticipate what new sexual romp this dose will lead to. Work goes smooth all day my manager has gotten over her shock of my turn around.

I am sure she was on the edge of firing me for my bad performance and chronic tardiness. Now she was hiring at moving me to shift leader. That’s not happening mainframe has been data mining digital coin for most of a week.

I have a corporate credit card hidden in the car and my house is paid for and owned by another dummy company. I need this job to help me stay social and keep me from having time to overdose.

And the end of shift I head out eager to play.

“Cass, can you take out the trash on your way out?” the manager asked, most of the time I would say no since I am off the clock.

Without a word I grab the bag and head out the back. Jamal is standing in the shadows by the dumpster. A chill hits me and my heart rate spikes.

“You been avoiding me strawberry, I don’t like this kind of disrespect.” He growls as he sticks a big hand out to try and grab my arm.

I blink five or six times and it seams like it will take him a week to get close to me. I had time to look around as he slowly reached for me the city sounds were gone. I have just about stopped being surprised by strange stuff at this point.

I ducked around behind the large black pimp and kicked him on the side of the knee as hard as I could. There was pain in my foot even with the steel toe on, but I watched as his knee hyperextended. I fell back into real time and heard the knee crunch like someone snapping a tree branch

Jamal screamed in confusion and fell sideways his legs flying to the side like he got hit by a car. I retreated to my car with a light limp leaving the screaming Wana be pimp on the ground.

I opened my car door and put it in park in front of my house. I guess this is my new mode of transportation I thought with a chuckle.

I hardly had the energy to walk in the house my stomach growling I began to eat anything I could find. After I had eaten at least two meals worth of food I realized mainframe was talking.

“User?” the device said in an Irish accent “Are you I’ll? I have not seen you consume this much food in one sitting.”

I filled the A.I. in on the fight with Jamal while downing 2 bottles of water.

“It would appear that you were able to trigger a temporal event to defend yourself. It was likely due to your raised heart rate and adrenaline. You burned a lot of calories in that short burst, it should Ankara escort bayan become less problematic with more experience.”

Pushing that thought aside I went upstairs to dig out my stash of the new drugs. I teased out the one marked with roman numeral III and put the others back in the hidden compartment.

I moved all furniture out to the walls of the living room and sat on a new yoga mat. Dressed in shorts and a tank top I had 2 water bottles. I fell a little bad that I have been leaving plastic bottles in space but hydration is a key part good trips.

Sitting crosslegged I tucked in bottle between my legs and opened the other one. I tossed the pill into my mouth and washed it down, the movement hit sooner than ever!

Water pouring from the bottle over my face overfilling my mouth. The visual representation of travel plunged towards me like a green lighted tube. The feeling of speed was higher than last time. The bottle between my legs pushed against my gut like a bus was parked on me. The other bottle fell out of my hand and vanished.

I found myself on green swath of ..grass? More like ferns. A canopy of jungle overhead a bluing light came from the alien sun.

The trees were blackish green and the trunks looked like twisted rags, their branches intertwined above. Vines were all over but the ground was not covered completely. Dead leaves and bits of branches were between the ferns.

It was quiet, I didn’t hear any birds animal or even bugs. The place didn’t have the normal smell you would expect from a forest. No flowers, not the smell of compost, hardly even the green smell the ferns.

I felt like I was in a vast empty hospital, I walked forward a bit feeling like I was the first living thing to make a sound in years. I felt slightly dizzy and tried to control my breathing.

I realized I was not hyperventilating so I slowed my breathing more. I have been on high oxygen ventilators like a lot of junkies, I recognize the slight bite of high percentage of O2.

I heard a noise and turned slowly my blood turning to ice eyes wide. One of the vines moved like a snake, what looked like a flower pod opened.

It was an eye, or looked pretty much like an eye with a vertical slit like a cat. At the edge of my vision I saw other vines moving and opening eyes. The was variety to the shapes and sizes of eyes some like fish, goats, frogs, even humans, and a few with triangular pupils.

“Hi,” I said “I am friendly, you can call me Cass.” I was proud of myself for keeping the hysterical tone out of my voice.

The triangular eyes can closer from 3 directions one to my right and left and one behind. Tiny little vines quested forward to touch me, like hairs and It raised goosebumps on my skin.

Still trying to seam friendly I kept talking, “I am a traveler, Would you like some water?” I opened the twisted top and sprayed a little water on a nearby root.

“I like water too see?” and squirted a little water into my parched mouth, it felt good and I had a little more before wetting another root.

The vines were coming closer they radiated curiosity now. One gently took the bottle from me I gathered my courage and brushed my hand down it. It felt like tough leather that needed oiled. Several others brushed over my exposed skin while the eyes looked in from all angles.

The bottle was empty now and there was a vine feeling around inside it. There were vines under my shirt now and one wrapped around my stuff left nipple. A testing squeeze made me moan and then it was way too hard and I shrieked in pan and snakes at it. All the vines jumped back and froze in place.

Shaking I smiled and said “Be more easy like this I said reaching toward a vine and gave it a light and then medium hard pinch. The vines came back in with hesitation but more gently. I top of my top and it was taken by other vines and I saw them start to unravel the threads.. the end of the vine I was holding opened slowly exposing waxy yellow bumps like a corn cob inside out.

I stroked my finger up and down the slot feeling the soft bumps. Other vines were pinching and rolling my nipples now starting out easy and ramping up slowly to medium hard.

My shorts started to unravel, “I am going to have to just start doing this nude from now on.” I said with a laugh. Dikmen Escort

As soft vines started to explore my now dripping pussy I went my fingers with my fluid and wet the vine I was stimulating. “ Like this easy and first like before.”

I realized that I was pretty well covered by now and tiny hair fine tendrils had pierced my skin in spots without pain

Fear hit me like a bucket of cold water, I drew a shuddering breath.

“Do not fear soft one “ a soft feminine voice was in my head.

“What?” I said like an idiot

I felt my awareness start to expand seeing my self from above, behind, near and far all at once. At the same time I could feel the what seamed like hundreds of vines and tendrils stimulate every inch of my skin.

“ I am merging our nerves there have been no animals of any kind on my planet in ages. I must study you and this …feeling.” Both me and this (creature, plant?) Came at the same time. The earth underfoot shook and quaked.

The vines found the entrance of my pussy and ass, the probe at my ass oozing some clear slime and it slid up inside me. The fine nerve like tendrils pierced my nipples, and my clit. I could see even more of the world some spots vast desserts of sand dead plants brown but somehow not rotting.

The intelligence I was connected to started triggering orgasms like a kid turning a light switch on and off. Faster and faster until I screamed again.

“ Please there is too much oxygen if I keep breathing like this I will pass out.” Darkness was at the edge of my vision and my ears were ringing.

The orgasms stopped and I controlled my breath. The stimulus from the anal penetration almost pushing me over. A larger bulbish shaped vine slowly began pushing into my dripping count. I bit my cheek to hold off.

“God that’s good go slow at first please.” I said with slow even breaths. W-why are there so many dead spots?” I asked as a hard orgasm hit both of us again, God I love double penetration.

I was suspended off the ground now like a wonderful sex swing. One of those odd corn like bulbs in each of my hands my thumbs stimulating the bumps the vines mirrors my movements moving in and out of me in tempo.

I felt like a puppet but I was pulling my own strings, a really complex way to masturbate. The soft vines caressing my skin and nipples almost causing sensory overload.

The voice spoke in my mind “Before I became self away there were animals and microbes here. As many became the One that we are now we felt them eating at us.”

“In ignorance we struck back at all levels not realizing that the microscopic animals helped to break down nutrients In the soil. And larger animals moved seeds around. We, I have held movement to a minimum to lower the needs for the fading nutrients in the soul.”

I could feel our minds trading information this was a female mind spread all over this world. No CO2 was expelled by animals for the plants to breath, no manure for the roots. Death and a deep loneliness was all she had felt for years.

She was a fast learner when it came to sex the vines fucking in and out of me were working in perfect random now. I was flexing my core trying to encourage parser penetration and I was getting it.

Both plant based cocks were swelling in girth now stretching me to my limits. The pinching and pulling on my nipples ratcheting up to just the point of pain. A long rolling orgasm shook me and most of the planet.

I knew she was exploring my DNA and physical structure. Plants are naturally good at chemistry and this one had a brain the size of a city!

Now I was bouncing up and down throwing my body has down on the two plant dicks. My pain tolerance going up vines right around my small tits making them purple. A thorn pierced my left nipple and I came so had I almost passed out.

I could see a lump moving up and down my stomach from the vine ramming in and out of my arm like I was being fisted by a prize fighter. It left like the vine in my pussy was trying to penetrate my cervical head.

The idea seamed hot as Hell so I pounded even harder, practically jumping up and down on my green girlfriends dick.

“You are covered and filled with flora and fauna from at least 4 worlds.” She told me. “I am taking samples you have Cebeci Escort saved me, you are welcome here any time.”

I felt my cervix dilate and came again almost fainting from hyperventilation. A vine wrapped around my neck chocking off my air.

Yes! I screamed in my mind cumming again. Now I was under her complete control she allowed just enough air to keep me alive.

Liquid flushed into my bowels giving me the best enema I have ever had. A part of my mind saw her removing dust mites and skin mites from earth, the bird people, and the red haired symbiot.

I knew I was now cleaner than I have ever been, she also took samples off my blood to look at every bug I have ever had.

I was now a rag doll no control over my body in the least. No coherent thought was within my grasp, I was reduced to a sex toy. I loved every minute, hour, week?

The sun set and still I was fucked rougher and harder, a chemical was added to the lube that healed any damage as soon as it was done. In the dark I felt the plant dicks in me get larger, pain flared but faded making me cum again in masochist glee.

Dimly, distracted I asked “Are you going to kill me?” I had no idea how long I had been ruthlessly fucked, I wasn’t mad maybe a little worried. It was hard to tell where I began and she ended in my mind and nervous system. There were 3 vines fucking my overheated pussy and 2 in my ass. Even one down my throat to regulate my breathing.

The question echoed between us for a long while. The sun began to peek over the horizon and felt an abrupt shock on her side and guilt stung her, a little bleeding to me.

The motion of the vines violating me slowed to a stop. I was gently lowered to the ground and one at a time the female cocks pulled out of me, each one pulling an orgasm from my exhausted body.

I came slowly back to myself and got control of my body a little at a time. A smile on my face I slowly sat up, a thorn was still through my nipple. It was curled around until it touched itself looking a lot like a cat claw. The wound was healed and the only way to take it off would be to cut it.

A single tendril was still in my arm I could still talk to her. “Does this mean we are engaged?” I said tugging at the green piercing.

“It contains DNA data and a sample of my mentality I hope you can take it home your machine people mind can make use of it. You also carry a seed of mine within you, plant it near your home and I will be able to communicate with you soon.

I tried to make sense of that last when my return tunnel pulled me towards home, at the last second I realized I left another water bottle behind. Great I am interplanetary litter bug.

I was outside my house again it was least midday and I was a good 100 feet from the house, oh joy.

Groaning I got to me feet and staggered toward the house, as I got close to the front door my stomach cramped. I went down in a crouch and strained instinctively, so something was coming out of my pussy!

I put my hand down and felt something hard coming out, it plopped into my hand with a bunch of green slime. It looked like a sunflower seed the size of a baseball but all green.

I used my free hand to dig in the flower pot next to the door and buried the sticky seed. I got my spare key from the fake rock and let myself in.

I went to the kitchen opened a cabinet and popped off the top of a can of soup and drank it cold.

Mainframe beeped and her screen lit up. “Grettings user, I was becoming concerned.”

I ignored her and opened the fridge and drank a bottle of Gatorade with the door open. I ripped open a block of cheese and began to eat it.

“It was an interesting trip this time.” I said voice and hands a little shaky. “How long has it been?” I said looking around, there was a film of dust on the counter. The milk carton was swollen in the refrigerator, not a good sign.

“Seventeen days, twelve hours.”

I felt dizzy “ Well I imagine I have been fired from work.” Looking down to my phone plugged into the charger, 17 missed calls.

I listened to the voicemails frost angry and then panic and then angry again. Beating a man up and leaving him in the parking lot was one thing but, no call no show they fired me by voice mail.

The last message was from the dealer I got the new drugs from. She sounded worried and asked me to call when I had time. And three more text messages from her said the same thing.

I was too tired I took a long hot shower absent mindedly tugging at my new piercing and crashed nude into bed…

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Maîtresse Sophiane décide de nous emmener le samedi suivant dans un bar lesbien, fière d’avoir deux soumises à ses pieds.

Le vendredi soir, à peine rentrée chez ma Maîtresse, elle m’emmène en voiture sans me dire où nous allons.

Nous nous rendons dans un appartement, en fait un magasin discret, situé en étage d’un bel immeuble. Nous sommes accueillies par une femme au regard autoritaire qui ne laisse pas de doute sur son caractère dominateur. Les deux femmes se connaissent bien.

– Tu es encore habillée? A poil, dépêche toi si tu ne veux pas être punie en public.

En effet, nous ne sommes pas seules dans ce magasin, plusieurs femmes me dévisagent, surtout quand elles s’aperçoivent que je suis nue et intégralement épilée sous la robe très courte que j’enlève.

La femme qui nous a accueillie ne s’embarrasse pas, et vient passer un doigt dans ma fente, je baisse les yeux en signe de soumission.

– Elle est déjà mouillée, votre chienne. Voulez vous que je la corrige maintenant.

– Attendons un peu, cela lui ferait trop plaisir de s’exhiber.

Ma Maîtresse commence à bien me connaître et se doute que d’être punie en public va m’exciter, surtout qu’il me semble que la porte de l’appartement est ouverte et que de nouvelles clientes peuvent rentrer.

Ma Maîtresse se décide pour un blazer sobre qui descend au ras des fesses, fermé par un seul bouton, laissant mes seins découverts aux trois quart.

– Cette chienne est encore vierge du cul et je souhaite un rosebud suffisamment lourd pour augmenter ses sensations avant de lui faire perdre son pucelage.

Un certain nombre de rosebud lui sont présentés et elle choisit le plus lourd.

-Vous permettez, je vais lui essayer, demande la vendeuse.

– Debout, courbée en appui sur un fauteuil, je présente mes fesses devant tout le monde.

– Ankara escort bayan En effet, elle est très serrée et a besoin d’être élargie avant d’être enculée, surtout si vous choisissez un strapon de bonne taille.

Elle plonge le rosebud dans ma chatte pour mouiller l’objet et m’exciter avant de faire des allers retours entre chatte et anus pour forcer petit à petit jusqu’à ce que cède ma corolle cède et accepte l’intrus

Je suis rouge cramoisie de me faire ouvrir devant les autres clientes qui se sont rapprochées de nous pour ne rien perdre. Impossible de cacher mon excitation, ma chatte est ouverte et coule sans retenue.

– Et réceptive en plus, la chienne. Une bonne correction est nécessaire.

Une fois encore ma Maîtresse laisse cette femme me caresser les fesses avant de les cingler à la cravache.

Des gémissements de douleur et de plaisir. Je suis devenue une chienne en rut permanent et masochiste.

Sous prétexte de ne pas salir ma robe, je ressors avec le blazer et mes hauts talons jusqu’à la voiture. Difficile aux personnes un peu attentives que nous croisons de ne pas se rendre compte que je suis nue en pleine rue, sous le blazer.

Comme prévu, le samedi soir notre Maîtresse emmène ses deux soumises dans un bar privé lesbien où elle a ses habitudes. A notre arrivée, Maîtresse Sophiane m’enlève ma veste, ma tenue attire tous les regards. Je porte un redresse seins minimal en cuir, et un micro short ouvert à l’entrejambes laissant l’accès libre à ma fente et à mes fesses, montrant à toutes que je porte un rosebud de bon calibre, bas et hauts talons. Les mains de Léa et les miennes sont attachées dans le dos et Maîtresse nous dirige avec les laisses attachées à nos colliers.

Toute la soirée, les lesbiennes présentes ne se privent pas pour nous caresser Ulus Escort ou claquer les fesses, des doigts inquisiteurs s’insinuent entre mes cuisses et mes tétons sont tirés, pincés , tordus, … certaines allant jusqu’à jouer avec le rosebud pour apprécier l’élasticité de ma corolle.

Plusieurs fois dans la soirée, je remarque le regard d’une superbe femme noire d’une cinquantaine d’année qui me regarde avec insistance. Habillée d’une robe noire très simple, sans aucun signe extérieur de ce milieu, il émane d’elle une supériorité de grande classe. A chaque fois, je baisse les yeux pour lui montrer mon obéissance et ma soumission. Elle me trouble et je ne sais pas encore que je vais bientôt la revoir.

J’espère qu’elle vienne me toucher ou qu’elle s’approche, mais nous partons précipitamment, car Léa a un comportement qui déplait à notre Maîtresse. Elle montre de la mauvaise humeur par rapport au succès de ma tenue et notre Maîtresse est furieuse.

Au moment du départ, je suis pris d’un doute. J’ai cru voir ma fille au bout du bar dans les bras d’une autre femme plus âgée qu’elle. J’essaye à nouveau de voir si je n’ai pas eu une vision, mais je ne la vois plus. J’espère m’être trompée et qu’elle ne m’a pas vue dans cette tenue indécente, tenue en laisse.

La fin de la soirée, une fois rentrées va être compliquée.

Soumise Léa n’a pas le temps de réagir quand notre Maîtresse l’attache par les bras à l’anneau du plafond, les jambes écartées avec juste le bout des pieds touchant le sol. Son soutien seins est arraché ainsi que son micro string.

– Je vais te corriger et t’apprendre à te passer de tes caprices et de ta mauvaise humeur.

– Elle revient avec le fouet à lanières très fines, celui qui fait le plus mal.

– Et puisque tu es jalouse de Nathie, c’est Sıhhiye Escort elle qui va te corriger.

– Maîtresse me tend le fouet et me donne l’ordre de fouetter Léa.

– Ne t’avise pas de faire semblant et de l’épargner. Si elle ne crie pas, tu en recevras le double.

– Je n’ai pas le choix, je fouette Léa en tournant autour d’elle. Je suis prise d’un sentiment malsain, je n’ai qu’une seule envie c’est de lui faire mal et de l’entendre crier. Je frappe sans épargner les seins, sa chatte, sa raie, l’intérieur de ses cuisses, partout où je sais qu’elle va avoir mal. Ses cris résonnent dans la maison et m’excitent. Quand notre Maîtresse me stoppe, je réalise ce que je vienne de faire et je tombe à genoux devant Léa, j’ai honte.

– Pour humilier un peu plus Léa Maîtresse me félicite et me demande ce qui me ferait plaisir pour me récompenser. J’ai tellement honte que j’ose demander à ce que Léa puisse à son tour me fouetter encore plus fort pour me faire pardonner.

– Puisque c’est ce que tu veux, tu vas être exhaussée.

Léa est détachée et c’est moi qui suis attachée et offerte au fouet. Je vois dans ses yeux son envie de vengeance et les premiers coups sont si forts que j’en ai le souffle coupé. Léa, elle aussi, choisit les endroits les plus sensibles et très vite je ne sens plus rien. Je ne peux me retenir et je sens que a vessie se vide, je ne me maitrise plus.

Quand je reprends conscience, je suis dans les bras de Léa, par terre et Léa me tamponne d’eau froide les marques. Elle me regarde avec tendresse et nos bouches se trouvent pour un baiser comme deux amoureuses, nos langues ne cherchent plus, elles s’enroulent et parcourent la bouche de l’autre. Je n’hésite plus à laper sa chatte, à aspirer son clitoris et à le mordiller, à aller le plus loin possible pour entrer ma langue dans sa corolle et gouter à son amertume. La pièce résonne à nouveau de nos cris mais ceux ci sont des cris de plaisir et de jouissance. Désormais nos devenons inséparables dans le plaisir et dans la douleur.

Je lui promets de lui obéir quand elle me le demandera, au risque d’être punie sévèrement.

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STÉPHANIE est allongée dans la baignoire, elle est recouverte de mousse. Ses seins semblent flotter comme par magie, au dessus des nuages, ses tetons pointent avec une troublante insolence. L’image est d’une sensualité toride. J’ai vraiment de la chance, c’est la plus belle, la plus sensuelle, la plus désirable femme du monde, même si je suis amoureux il faut être objectif. C’est un vrai canon.

_S_ Vient me savonner mon juju, c’est tellement agréable quand tu t’occupes de moi, commence par mes pieds, après tu me frottera le dos s’il te plaît. Tu faisais quoi?

_J_ Je remplis un questionnaire que m’a donné PATRICIA.

_S_ Ah oui, elle m’en a parlé, c’est bien tu fais tes devoirs, n’oublie pas ton cahier aussi. Frotte bien mes pieds oui c’est bien, masse les un peu plus fort, oui bien en profondeur…

Tu sais, j’aime beaucoup te lire, je ne savais pas que tu étais si talentueux, c’est vraiment passionnant tout ce que tu écris, c’est tellement instructif. Je te découvre enfin totalement. Tu décris si bien tes émotions, tu parles de tout avec une précision délicieuse, sans aucune retenue, j’adore.

_J_ Merci mon Amour.

_S_ Vraiment mon chéri, tu as du talent, c’est un plaisir de te lire. La forme est très bien, mais le fond est absolument génial. Ça me permets de tellement mieux te comprendre. Pour la première fois, je sais ce que tu penses vraiment. Je suis d’accord avec toi le hasard n’existe pas. Il y quelques mois, quand tu as commencé à me parler de tes désirs un peu particuliers, je ne savais pas où tu voulais en venir. Je t’ai laissé faire. Je dois te dire que j’ai été très agréablement surprise. Déjà que tu faisais plein de choses, tu t’es surpassé pour moi, ces derniers temps. Je ne te cache pas que j’adore. Tu prends si bien soin de moi. Je me sens comme une reine.

_J_ Merci mon Amour, tu es tellement géniale, tu es ma reine, je veux vraiment te rendre heureuse.

_S_ Je sais que tu veux mon bonheur, mais toi, es tu heureux?

_J_ Oui mon Amour, je suis vraiment le plus heureux des hommes.

_S_ Tant mieux si tu le penses, mais c’est quand même extrême ce qui t’arrive. Je veux que tu me dises comment tu te sens? Que tu penses de ses derniers jours.

_J_ Je me sens vraiment très bien. Bon, j’ai un peu mal au cul, je me sens encore tout ouvert, sinon je suis en pleine forme. Pour ses derniers jours j’apprécie beaucoup tout ce qui arrive.

_S_ D’accord, je comprends pour ton petit trou, qui n’est plus tout petit d’ailleurs, PATRICIA aime jouer avec des objets diaboliques, je comprends. Tu as vécu quand même beaucoup de nouvelles expériences ses derniers jours.

Alors dis moi vraiment. Veux-tu que ça continue?

_J_ Comment ça? quoi?

_S_ C’est simple comme question. Veux-tu continuer?

_J_ Je ne suis pas posé la question. Je ne sais pas,….

_S_ Écoute moi, je ne veux pas te brusquer ni te faire peur. J’ai beaucoup parlé, tu t’en doutes, avec PATRICIA, et puis je lis ton journal tous les jours. Je te comprend beaucoup mieux. Je ne veux que ton bonheur julien et surtout notre bonheur. Je t’aime tu sais, tu es l’homme de ma vie.

Tu me connais je n’ai jamais été très intéressée par toutes tes histoires de domination et de soumission dont tu me parlais. Mais PATRICIA m’a ouvert des perspectives nouvelles.

Je te vois différemment, tu es toujours mon magnifique mari, le beau mec, viril, puissant mais tu es aussi un homme dévoué, attentionné, obéissant. Tu es un mâle soumis. Je t’aime mon juju. Grâce à toi, j’assume une facette de ma personnalité qui m’a toujours un peu effrayée. Mais sentir ton désir d’obéissance, découvrir ta soumission me permet enfin d’être moi même. Merci.

_J_ De rien mon Amour. Tu es absolument géniale.

_S_ Tu me connais, j’ai toujours aimé avoir le contrôle, la maîtrise des choses. Eh bien, figure toi, depuis quelques semaines au boulot, j’ai de plus en plus de responsabilités, je vais bientôt prendre le poste de Nicolas.

_J_ C’est génial.

_S_ Oui, je sais. Je m’aperçois que tout ça me plaît beaucoup, plus je te domine, plus je me sens forte. J’ai de plus en plus confiance en moi. Notre couple est encore plus soudé qu’avant. Je me sens si puissante, si forte et c’est en partie grâce à toi.

Donc julien, je veux que tu réfléchisse bien, prend ton temps. Continue d’être honnête avec toi et avec moi.

Tout d’abord, sache que tout ce qui se passe avec les filles au travail peut s’arrêter demain. On en a parlé toutes ensemble, elles sont toutes d’accord. Je ne suis pas jalouse, elles te font progresser. Elles t’aident dans ton évolution. Elles ont promis de respecter ta décision. Tout peu redevenir comme avant à ton travail ou presque.

De plus on sait tous les deux que nous n’avons pas besoin de ton salaire, tu as de nombreuses rentrées d’argent avec tes héritages, moi j’ai un très bon salaire qui va bientôt augmenter.

Je veux que tu fasses le choix pour toi et pour nous bien entendu. Quoi que tu décides je le respecterai.

Je t’aime.

_J_ Mon Amour, moi aussi je t’aime. Je ne Ankara escort bayan sais pas quoi dire maintenant. C’est tellement troublant tout ce m’arrive. Même dans mes phantasmes les plus fous, je n’ai jamais imaginé vivre autant de choses si fabuleuses.

_S_ Tu sais que pour moi aussi mon juju, j’ai découvert un monde fascinant. tu es si beau quand tu t’abandonnes, c’est tellement excitant de prendre le contrôle. De plus, je ne sais pas si tu est conscient mais tu me donnes encore plus de pouvoir de jour en jour, mon juju. Je dois t’avouer que j’aime vraiment ce qui nous arrive.

Je suis vraiment très ému. Mon Épouse apprécie tout ce qui se passe.

Je suis nu assis sur le rebord de la baignoir, je lui frotte le dos.

Je ne peux pas lui cacher mon érection. Parler de ma soumission m’excite beaucoup. Elle me demande si je veux continuer d’être juju, d’être son mari soumis, de devenir réellement son esclave. Elle me laisse le choix.

Sa peaux est douce, elle a un corps magnifique. Je l’aime.

_J_ Mon Amour, tu sais tu es mon Épouse, tu es la seule femme que j’aime, je n’ai pas envie de d’autres femmes. C’est toi seule qui décide, je n’aurai jamais fait tout ça si tu ne m’avais pas poussé.

_S_ Laisse moi maintenant, tu as des choses à faire et une décision à prendre.

Écrit aussi tout ça sur ton cahier, on en reparle quand tu auras finit. Julien sache que tu es l’amour de ma vie. Tu es mon mari, j’ai choisie de me marier avec toi. Je suis très heureuse de ce choix. J’ai très envie de continuer très longtemps avec toi. Je t’aime julien. Tu m’as entendu?

_J _Oui STÉPHANIE, oui mon Amour, je t’ai bien écouté.

_S_ Alors va finir tes devoirs.

Après un long baiser, je la laisse à son bain. Mes devoirs?

Je me retrouve devant le questionnaire. Qu’est ce que je fais? Est-ce que je veux arrêter tout? En même temps remplir ce questionnaire m’excite, je bande. Je ne peux pas me mentir. J’aime vraiment tout ce qui vient de m’arriver.

Est-ce que je veux arrêter ou continuer? Est-ce que j’ai envie de devenir le soumis de toutes mes collègues? C’est déjà bien avancé. Est-ce que STÉPHANIE va accepter de me partager?

Ma décision est prise. Sans hésitation, je m’installe devant le questionnaire. J’écris, je réponds, explique, détaille, développe,… Je dévoile tout. Sans filtre ni pudeur. Je fais le choix de me soumettre volontairement à leurs demandes, de répondre à toutes leurs questions….

Je suis tellement appliqué que je n’ai même pas entendu mon Épouse entrer dans le salon. C’est son parfum, qui illumine toute la pièce, qui me fait lever la tête. Elle porte une serviette autour du corps, une autre entoure ces cheveux mouillés. Elle est belle, elle est magnifique.

_J_ Je n’ai pas encore fini, tu veux lire les premières pages?

_S_ Comment ça?

_J_ Je fais mes devoirs.

_S_ Tu réponds au questionnaire?

_J_ Oui, j’ai fais mon choix.

_S_ C’est à dire soit plus clair.

_J_ Je souhaite continuer d’être juju.

_S_ C’est à dire julien?

_J_ Je ne veux pas revenir en arrière, je désire continuer mon évolution de mâle soumis.

_S_ Donc tu réponds à toutes les questions de tes collègues? Et tu veux que je lise les premières réponses?

_J_ Oui mon Amour.

Je me lève, je m’agenouille devant elle. Je lève la tête. Le moment est solennel. Je sais au plus profond de mon être, que je désire depuis toujours: appartenir corps et âme à mon Épouse.

_J_ S’il te plaît, puis-je te demander quelque chose.

_S_ Vas y, je t’écoute.

_J_ Je souhaite sincèrement du plus profond de mon âme t’appartenir corps et âme. Veux-tu de moi comme ton mari dévoué et soumis? Veux-tu devenir ma MAÎTRESSE?

L’instant est magique. Elle est tellement heureuse, son visage rayonne de bonheur. Elle a les yeux brillants, elle pleure. Elle me prend le visage à deux mains, nos yeux sont aimantés. Elle s’approche, son baiser est intense.

_S_ Je t’aime JUJU.

_J_ Moi aussi, je t’aime “Maîtresse STÉPHANIE”.

Elle se relève, détache sa serviette, elle est nue devant moi, les mains posées sur ses hanches. Elle me regarde de sa hauteur, sûre d’elle, puissante. Sa beauté est un cadeau du ciel, son sourire éclaire mon âme. Son sexe est lisse, elle a les jambes légèrement écartées,.je vois ces petites lèvres luisantes, sa chatte est magnifique, je sens le parfum de son excitation, je désire tant la déguster.

_J_ Je t’aime, Maîtresse STÉPHANIE.

Tu es absolument magnifique, tu es la plus belle femme du monde. Tu es, tu seras la seule femme de ma vie.

Je suis tout à toi, mon corps, mon coeur, mon âme t’appartiennent. Merci.

_S_ Merci à toi mon juju, ton cadeau est la plus belle des offrandes. Tu es magnifique aussi. Je t’aime mon juju.

Embrasse moi, montre moi ta dévotion, ne met pas ta langue, juste tes lèvres. Oui approche ton visage, tu es à la bonne hauteur. Très bien, c’est parfait continue.

Tu vas vraiment faire absolument tout ce que je veux?

_J_ Oui mon Amour

_S_ Tu Esat Escort es mon mari dévoué et obéissant.

_J_ Oui Maîtresse STÉPHANIE.

_S_ Mon juju, si tu savais à quel point c’est bon de se sentir adulée, vénérée, je me sens si puissante.

Oui tu sens comme je suis excitée, je mouille, je coule comme une fontaine, ouvre grand ta bouche, avale, régale toi.

Stop.!!

Arrête, tu vas me faire jouir. Et puis non, continue, sert toi de toute ta langue, de tes lèvres maintenant, oui, plus haut, là c’est parfait. Ouiii mon clito, continue, ouiii plus fort, plus vite, oui aspire, utilise tes doigts, c’est ça enfonce les, ouiiiiiiiiiiiii, ne t’arrête pas, continu, plus vite, plus fort. OOOUUIIIIIII!!!

Elle jouie sur ma bouche, son orgasme est fulgurant, son nectar abondant, est délicieux, une cascade de ciprine coule directement dans ma bouche.

_S_ C”est trop bon mon juju. Tu es vraiment très doué. Non! ne bouge pas, tu vas avoir une stimulation supplémentaire pour finir tes devoirs. C’est tellement bon de me frotter la chatte sur ton visage. Garde la bouche ouverte.

Parfait, tu as le visage luisant de mon plaisir, ne t’essuie pas. je suis ta Maîtresse maintenant. Tu es marqué de mon parfum.

Allez finit la récréation, tu as des devoirs à terminer. Donne moi les feuilles. Il te reste 30 questions, bien. Après tu n’oublies pas ton cahier, il me tarde de te lire. La nuit dernière à été exceptionnelle et cet après-midi fut très riche aussi. Je te laisse, je dois téléphoner.

Applique toi bien, c’est parfait ce que tu écris. Les filles vont adorer.

Je t’aime mon petit juju.

Un baiser sur mes lèvres, elle a disparu. Je retourne à mes écrits, je bande comme un fou.

Ça y est elle veut bien être ma Maîtresse. Je suis le plus heureux des hommes. Je n’ai aucune idée de la suite, cela n’a pas du tout d’importance. Ce qui compte maintenant c’est de satisfaire mon Épouse. Elle seule compte. Je ne veux que son bonheur. Je lui fais entièrement confiance. Je me sens léger, heureux, libéré.

Sa saveur est absolument divine, je l’ai partout sur moi, en moi, son goût est le plus puissant aphrodisiaque du monde. Les questions s’enchaînent rapidement, oui j’aime ça,… oui j’ai déjà fait ça,… non je ne pratique pas ça,… Une heure plus tard je suis devant mon cahier, le questionnaire est rempli.

Par où commencer? La soirée, la nuit?j’ai découvert un monde insoupçonné. Je me suis découvert. Écrire me procure une émotion si troublante si excitante. Je n’ai même pas entendu STÉPHANIE qui, sans un mot vient récupérer les dernières feuilles.

La nuit dernière, elles m’ont cassé, humilié, elles ont brisé mes barrières, mes limites. Mais surtout, elles m’ont libéré. Je n’ai plus honte de mes désirs. Je peux accepter maintenant toutes leurs demandes sans crainte d’être rejeté ou jugé.

Elles ont un réel pouvoir sur moi. Je ne suis pas un homme faible, je ne suis pas un lâche. Je me soumets à leur autorité naturelle. Je sais ça va à l’encontre de toute la société patriarcale. Les “hommes” (les mâles) dominent les FEMMES depuis des siècles dans notre société occidentale. Je suis heureux de pouvoir dire, de montrer que je suis fier de vous obéir, et de vous servir MESDAMES.

Mes émotions de cette nuit sont tellement puissantes. Je ne crois pas avoir débandé de la soirée. La description de mes ressentis m’apporte en fait, une meilleure compréhension de moi même. Je comprends vraiment l’intérêt de cette mise à distance par l’écrit, c’est nécessaire et essentiel pour mon évolution. Cette introspection m’oblige à être honnête avec STÉPHANIE et avec moi même. Je ne triche plus avec mes sentiments, je n’en ai plus honte. Depuis toujours, ce désir est présent en moi. J’ai été élevé par mes grand-parents dans le respect des traditions. Mes parents sont morts quand j’avais 12 ans, j’ai vécu dans l’opulence toute ma vie. J’ai reçu beaucoup d’amour de mes grand-parents et surtout de mes grand-mères. C’était des femmes fortes qui tenaient les propriétés viticoles d’une main de maître. Elles m’ont appris le respect du travail et des femmes. Elles étaient féministes bien avant l’heure. Elles ont compris très vite que je ne reprendrai pas le travail de la vigne, ni les propriétés familiales elles m’ont encouragé à vivre ma vie comme je l’entendais. Elle m’ont laissé libre tout en faisant fructifier leurs biens, mes biens aujourd’hui. Je suis un homme riche, personne n’est au courant à part mon Épouse, bien sûr et son amie CHLOÉ.

Que dire de CHLOÉ? C’est la meilleure amie de mon Épouse. Je n’ai jamais eu envie de la “baiser”, pourtant, c’est une très belle Femme. Je: suis juste un serviteur zélé, excité par sa féminité et mon désir de soumission.

J’écris, je note toutes mes pensées, je me livre totalement. Le temps passe vite. STÉPHANIE est venue plusieurs fois, elle a ramené toutes les feuilles du questionnaire.

_S_ Je vais me coucher juju, continue.

_J_ Je n’ai pas finit mon Amour. Désolé, excuse moi.

_S_ Ce n’est pas grave Sıhhiye Escort mon juju, continue, applique toi, c’est vraiment génial tout ce que tu as écrit, je ne pensais jamais que tu ailles aussi loin dans tes réponses. J’ai encore appris des choses sur toi. PATRICIA et les filles vont alluciner, à tout à l’heure. Je suis très très fière de toi mon juju.

_J_ Merci mon Amour de Maîtresse.

Quatre heures du matin, je ferme le cahier heureux. Je pars me coucher, je ne réveille pas STÉPHANIE, elle a une grosse journée de travail qui l’attent. On se réveille en même temps, la journée s’annonce belle. Petit déjeuner tous les deux en terrasse, le soleil va être chaud aujourd’hui.

Une bonne douche, un nettoyage approfondi, un petit rasage de partout, il faut que je demande si une épilation définitive peu être possible, c’est une tâche fastidieuse même si je suis peu poilu.

Départ au travail, je suis le premier comme d’habitude, je me dénude dans la cuisine. Tout est prêt quand mes collègues arrivent.

J’ai posé la chemise rose sur la table. Personne ne me pose de questions, je suis nu, je fais le service. Les discussions vont bon train, je les serts, avec encore plus d’application et d’enthousiasme. Une voiture arrive, c’est MANON, elle nous informe que la réunion se fait à l’entrepôt. La directrice doit arriver dans un instant. PATRICIA me regarde longuement.

_P_ Habille toi juju, mais ne met pas ton caleçon. Tu continues comme d’habitude et tu ne prends aucune initiative.

_L_ Quel dommage, tu es si mignon tout nu, ironise LAETITIA.

Quelques minutes plus tard, la directrice arrive une poche de vienoiserie à la main. Elle salut chaque collègue pendant que j’installe le café, le thé et les vienoiseries sur un plateau. Je suis le dernier qu’elle salut.

_Dt_ Bonjour Julien, je vois que tu as tout bien préparé, c’est surprenant mais bien agréable.

_J_ Bonjour Madame la directrice.

Je suis le seul qui l’a salué ainsi. Elles l’on toutes appelé par son prénom et elles la tutoie. Tout le monde est installé, je suis le dernier assit. La réunion débute. L’ambiance se détend vite, Madame S, nous explique rapidement son parcours et les grandes lignes de son management. Elle ne souhaite pas tout révolutionner. Notre service fonctionne très bien, les enquêtes de satisfaction sont excellentes, les retours très positifs. Elle veut simplement être proche de ses salariés et faire son maximum pour améliorer nos conditions de travail.

La discussion est agréable, chacune parle de son poste, de ses conditions de travail,… Plusieurs fois je me lève pour servir un café, apporter du sucre, débarrasser.

La directrice ne fait pas de remarques sur mon attitude, mais j’ai l’impression que rien ne lui échappe. Je réponds moi aussi à différentes questions d’ordre technique et pratique.

MANON nous présente des documents pour améliorer le travail. Le contrôle qualité. La Réunion devient rapidement une vraie réunion de travail. Les dossiers passent de main en main.

PATRICIA à un moment ouvre le dossier rose, elle fait mine de le feuilleter, elle repose les feuilles sur la table, prétextant chercher un papier spécifique, toutes les filles ont compris ce que c’est, de plus ce sont les seules feuilles manuscrites. Là encore je suis sur que la directrice l’a remarqué. C’est le moment qu’elle choisie pour visiter l’entrepôt. Tout le monde se lève pour l’accompagner.

Je profite de ce moment pour ranger la table. MANON rassemble les différents documents. La table est vide seul le dossier rose reste ouvert sur la table. Elle ne me laisse pas le temps de le ranger elle m’appelle.

_M_ juju vient avec nous tu finira le rangement plus tard.

Les filles ont le sourire, quand je les rejoint avec MANON. je suis un peu mal à l’aise.

La directrice veut tout voir, elle discute simplement avec les filles, elles se tutoient, plaisantent. Vingt minutes suffisent pour faire le tour de l’entrepôt. La directrice nous complimente pour la propreté des locaux, PATRICIA lui répond qu’il faut féliciter notre petit juju car c’est moi le responsable.

Toujours pareil, elle ne fait pas de remarques mais son regard inquisiteur semble de plus en plus intéressé.

De retour dans la salle commune, elles continuent leurs discussion devant un café, pendant que je m’affaire à la préparation du repas. Le questionnaire est toujours sur la table.

_Dt_ MANON tu as oublié ce dossier.

C’est PATRICIA qui répond.

_P_ Non, ce n’est pas à MANON, c’est une sorte de contrôle qualité interne à notre équipe. C’est notre petit juju qui a bien voulu répondre à quelques questions pour nous aider à mieux le comprendre afin d’améliorer la dynamique d’équipe.

_Dt_ Je suis très surprise et surtout très curieuse PATRICIA, puis je le consulter?

_P_ Je n’y vois pas d’inconvénient, c’est juste un peu personnel je pense, n’est ce pas juju?

_J_ Oui Madame PATRICIA.

_P_ Tu devrais être content, notre directrice s’intéresse à ton travail. D’ailleurs, je dois te dire FLORENCE, aucune de nous ne l’a encore lu, il a fait ça ce week-end.

Je ne sais plus où me mettre, toute mon intimité est dans ce dossier. Je n’ai pas rempli ce questionnaire pour qu’il soit lu par ma directrice. J’ai vraiment peur d’être grillé, de perdre mon emploi, si elle découvre ce qu’il contient.

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Dominatrices et soumises inattendues. CHAPITRE 20 : Anna rencontre l’équipe de handball féminine.

Quelques mois après sa mésaventure Anna se décide à remonter la pente.

Elle fait un peu de sport. Le soir avec deux filles qu’elle a rencontré elles vont au gymnase pour faire un peu de gymnastique.

Anna excelle aux agrès. En général lorsqu’elles sortent de la douche l’équipe féminine de handball entre pour venir s’entrainer avant la fermeture du gymnase.

Ces filles impressionnent Anna car ce sont des costaudes. Fortes musclées et pas trop féminines.

Elles ne se parlent pas juste un signe de tête pour dire bonsoir.

Ce jour-là Anna se retrouve seule au gymnase. Elle va quand même se défouler et après une bonne suée elle va vers les vestiaires. Elle se déshabille et va prendre sa douche.

Comme elle est seule elle ne prend pas soin d’enfermer ses habits dans un casier.

Lorsqu’elle sort de la douche elle se dirige vers l’endroit où se trouvait son sac.

Le sac n’est pas là.

Nue avec juste une serviette elle commence à chercher son sac quand soudain l’équipe de hand apparait.

Elle salue comme d’habitude les filles mais celles-ci ne font pas mine de partir s’échauffer.

Elles la matent visiblement.

Mal à l’aise Anna se fait toute petite.

L’une des filles, un vrai garçon manqué, la hèle. Alors mon cœur on a perdu quelque chose.

Anna dit qu’elle ne trouve plus son sac avec ses habits.

Les filles s’esclaffent.

La grand fille s’approche d’Anna et dit. Tu n’as pas besoin d’habit avec un petit cul comme ça.

Avant qu’Anna n’ai compris la fille attrapent un coin de la serviette et la tire brutalement. Anna se retrouve nue face aux filles.

Les sifflets fusent. Anna se cache les seins et le sexe avec les bras.

Les filles se rapprochent. Deux d’entre elles attrapent chacune un bras d’Anna et la force à les écarter.

Elle est exposée aux regards qui s’allument peu à peu.

Mais c’est qu’elle est appétissante dit l’une.

La cheffe approche d’ana et lui attrape le sexe avec la main. Celle-ci crie mais une grosse main la bâillonne.

Maintenant plusieurs filles malaxent le sexe les seins et le cul d’Anna.

Celle-ci se débat mais ça semble surexciter les filles. Anna cesse de se débattre

. Tu dois être un bon coup dit la cheffe et elle commence à essayer de faire mettre Anna à genou.

Celle-ci résiste mais la cheffe reçoit du renfort et Anna se retrouve vite à terre.

La cheffe enlève on short et sa culotte et approche son sexe de la tête d’Anna.

Aller montre nous comment tu broute ma belle.

Son visage est projeté de force dans l’entrejambe de la cheffe.

Elle garde la bouche fermée. Une main pince son sein et la douleur devient insupportable. Suce et ça s’arrête entend-elle dire.

Elle ouvre la bouche et embrasse la chatte. Le pincement se réduit.

Anna sent qu’on lui lie les bras dans le dos. Puis un lacet est mis autour de son cou.

Les filles s’écartent pour regarder Anna. Elle est à genou et n’ose pas bouger.

La cheffe dit quel joli trophée. J’ai une idée on va s’entrainer au tir au but et celle qui marque peut disposer du trophée une minute.

Les filles applaudissent. Anna est tirée par la laisse jusqu’ aux gradins du terrain de hand.

Elle est attachée couchée sur un banc.

Les filles commencent à jouer.

A chaque tir réussi une fille vient se faire lécher par Anna.

Certaines Ankara escort bayan préfèrent brouter Anna ou la caresser.

Au bout d’une demi-heure la cheffe regarde sa montre et dit. Il reste un quart d’heure. Celle qui met le plus de but gagne le trophée.

Un quart d’heure plus tard une fille très jolie mais hyper musclée rugit de joie.

Elle vient détacher Anna du banc en gardant les mains liées et le lacet autour du cou.

Les filles applaudissent. Puis elles vont se doucher.

La gagnante emmène Anna avec elle sous la douche et la savonne méticuleusement puis la sèche.

Les filles se rhabillent et une à un quittent le gymnase.

La gagnante Olga rhabille Anna mais ne la détache pas.

Elle lui bâillonne la bouche avec un tee shirt et la traine derrière elle vers la sortie.

Anna se dit qu’on va les voir.

Dehors c’est déjà la nuit il est tard et les deux filles arrivent jusqu’à la voiture d’Olga sans être vues.

Anna est montée dans la voiture couchée en travers de la banquette arrière.

Voyage.

La voiture s’arrête Anna entend une porte de garage automatique qui s’ouvre la voiture entre dans le garage.

Anna est sortie de la voiture et tirée pas la laisse emmenée dans un petit salon.

Olga la déshabille et commence à lui faire l’amour maladroitement sans la détacher.

Anna plaint cette fille qui est si gauche. Elle ne doit pas souvent conclure se dit-elle.

Elle a presque pitié et petit à petit elle prend les choses en mains même si celles-ci sont toujours attachées.

La fille est aux anges. Anna a l’impression que la fille est à son premier flirt.

La fille l’emmène ensuite dans sa chambre ou elle couche Anna contre elle.

Elle n’a pas parlé depuis le départ du gymnase.

La fille s’endort. Anna a remarqué qu’un de ses liens devenait lâche.

Elle s’escrime dessus et bientôt elle libère sa main. La fille dort toujours. Anna se libère entièrement et regarde le visage angélique de la fille endormie.

Anna réunit les liens qui l’attachaient et avec mille précautions commence à attacher la géante dans le lit. D’abord elle fait un tour des poignets avec du lacet puis les pieds.

Elle attache ensuite les brins libres qui vont des poignets jusqu’aux pieds du lit. Elle ne tend pas les liens pour ne pas réveiller la fille. Puis c’est au tour des pieds.

Elle termine le deuxième quand la fille fait un geste en dormant un lien se tend et immédiatement la fille se réveille.

Anna fonce au lien d’un poignet et tire de toutes ses forces pour le tendre.

La fille rugit et se débat elle a une force herculéenne.

Anna réussi quand même son coup elle va de l’autre côté et tend le deuxième lien.

La fille rue se cabre et se débat comme une furie mais toujours en silence.

Les deux bras sont totalement immobilisés.

Anna entreprend de tendre les liens des jambes il lui faut 10 mn pour y arriver en profitant des moments ou la fille reprend son souffle.

La fille est écartelée. Anna est ruisselante de sueur. Le combat a été dantesque.

La fille la regarde sans ciller.

Anna lui dit alors tu vois ce n’est pas cool de faire ça à une inconnue.

La fille la regarde toujours sans parler.

Anna met sa main sur un sein de la fille pas de réaction Anna caresse le corps musculeux. La fille la regarde toujours fixement. Anna s’enhardit et approche de l’entrejambe.

Elle sent Cebeci Escort que la fille se crispe légèrement Anna met la main sur le sexe.

La fille laisse échapper un soupir. Anna y va franco et caresse le sexe. La fille halète un peu.

Anna la pétrit carrément et la fille tortille comme une furie.

Anna arrête et approche ses mains du cou et du visage de la géante qu’elle caresse.

La géante gémit et cherche les caresses.

Anna se met à cheval sur le corps athlétique au niveau du nombril de la fille. Celle-ci la regarde fixement. Anna remonte petit à petit elle a l’impression que le fille se tortille pour aider la lente reptation.

Enfin le sexe d’Anna est au niveau de la bouche de la fille.

Celle-ci respire fort et doucement pose sa bouche sur le sexe d’Anna.

Anna lui caresse le visage. La géante ouvre alors la bouche et suce maladroitement le sexe d’Anna .elle lui dit : Doucement on a le temps.

Lèche profondément et n’oublie pas ça elle met le doigt sur son clitoris.

Obéissante la fille fait ce que lui demande Anna. Pendant près d’une demi-heure Anna se fait brouter par la fille.

Anna jouit plusieurs fois et sent que la fille est à chaque fois au bord de l’orgasme.

Il est tard Anna lui dit maintenant je vais te libérer mais tu me laisse t’attacher les mains dans le dos on dormira ensemble ce soir il est trop tard pour que je rentre.

Un hochement de tête.

Anna met son plan en œuvre et vient se pelotonner contre les seins de la fille qui semble aux anges.

Plusieurs fois dans la nuit la fille l’embrasse comme elle peut. Anna se décide à se remettre à califourchon sur la fille qui aussitôt la broute avec la plus grand attention.

Anna la masturbe avec la main la fille gémit et se laisse aller.

Au réveil Anna voit que la fille la regarde en adoration.

Anna l’embrasse la fille réagit fougueusement.

Anna la détache et la fille la serre dans ses bras. Elles prennent un petit déjeuner ensemble. Au moment où Anna va partir la fille lui souffle tout bas revient s’il te plait.

Deux jours plus tard Anna retourne au gymnase ou elle revoit ses amies.

Elles font leur gym et en sortant de la douche elles voient arriver les handballeuses.

Certaines pouffent en regardant Anna mais lorsque la géante leur parle à voix basse les rires se figent net.

Les amies d’Anna sont impressionnées par les carrures des handballeuses. Elles plaisantent entre elles et Vanessa une petite blonde dit. Ça doit faire drôle de se faire choper par ces filles.

Michelle la brunette regarde les athlètes , songeuse.

Vous voulez voir ce que ça donne leur dit Anna.

Ses amies gloussent. Tu crois qu’elles nous sauteraient dessus comme ça?

Vous voulez ou pas demande Anna.

Les filles la regardent étonnées. Tu crois que ça nous fait peur. Tu te trompes.

Anna leur dit on n’a qu’à essayer.

Ses amies la regardent rêveuses.

Tu saurais les décider toi Anna. Ok dit Anna préparez-vous à une sacrée expérience.

Puis elle se dirige vers la cheffe des handballeuses.

Bonjour dit-elle. Mes amies pensent que vous n’oseriez jamais vous en prendre à elles. La cheffe la dévisage. Et toi tu en reveux.

Anna n’a pas le temps de répondre que la géante s’approche et dit. Je l’ai gagnée elle est à moi. Et elle passe sa ceinture autour du cou d’Anna en lui faisant des gros yeux.

Anna comprend Kolej Escort qu’elle veut donner le change et se laisse faire.

Il nous reste les deux autres dit la cheffe et elle se dirige vers Michelle et Vanessa qui commencent à flipper.

Le team suit la cheffe et en quelques secondes Michèle et Vanessa sont nues pelotées attachées et obligées de lécher des sexes impatients.

Anna sur la demande de la géante s’est déshabillée et se laisse promener tirée par son collier improvisé.

Les victimes sont amenées dans les gradins elles font les fières mais se font quand même toute petites.

Le challenge recommence. A la fin de la séance les deux gagnantes se mettent à califourchon sur leurs victimes sanglées sur les gradins.

Elles font de leur mieux pour satisfaire leurs propriétaires.

Les autres filles partent peu à peu.

Anna part avec la géante. Elles passent une nuit heureuse Anna commandant et la géante entravée réalisant tous les désirs d’Anna.

Le surlendemain Anna retourne au gymnase.

Elle croise Michèle qui lui raconte sa soirée lesbienne involontaire.

Elle ne garde pas un mauvais souvenir mais ça n’est pas sa tasse de thé

Vanessa n’est pas là. Lorsque les handballeuses arrivent Anna pose la question à la géante. Il n’est rien arrivé à Vanessa?

La géante perplexe se dirige vers Sophie, celle qui avait « gagné» Vanessa.

Celle-ci sourit et lui dit qu’elle est chez elle et que tout va bien. Elle vient voir Anna et lui propose de venir voir Vanessa

. Anna qui commence à être inquiète accepte de voir Vanessa pour se rassurer.

Sophie lui donne son adresse et lui dit qu’elle peut passer ce soir elle verra Vanessa.

Le soir venu Anna accompagnée de Michelle se rend chez Sophie.

Celle-ci les reçoit cordialement et leur indique que Vanessa est là car elle devait garder le jouet de Sophie au chaud pendant l’entrainement.

Les filles sont intriguées. Sophie les mène dans sa chambre qui est vide. Puis Sophie ouvre la porte de sa garde-robe.

Là, à genou, les mains liées dans le dos se trouve Vanessa qui les regarde en clignant des yeux.

Une corde va du tour de son cou jusqu’à la barre horizontale sur laquelle on pend les habits.

Les genoux sont légèrement écartés et les filles peuvent voir que Vanessa est empalée sur un gode.

Sophie lui dit de dire bonjour à ses amies. Vanessa leur dit un bonjour timide.

Sophie lui dit. Montre-nous comment tu réchauffes mon jouet.

Vanessa commence alors des mouvements de haut en bas sur le gode.

Les filles n’en croient pas leurs yeux.

Sophie toute fière annonce qu’elle a passé un pacte avec Vanessa qui restera avec elle une semaine avant la reprise de ses cours.

Vanessa acquiesce du chef.

Bon alors si tout va bien on va vous laisser tranquille dit Anna.

Sophie les raccompagne jusqu’à la sortie de la maison puis revient vers Vanessa.

Bien ma belle tu as bien fait de faire ce que je t’ai dit sinon tu aurais reçu une raclée d’enfer.

Vanessa se recroqueville dans son cagibi.

Aller souris moi dit Sophie. Vanessa sort un petit sourire contraint.

Bon je vais te libérer un peu mais tu ne t’éloigne pas de plus d’un mètre de moi ou que j’aille dit Sophie. Vanessa opine. Oui maitresse on dit. Oui maitresse dit Vanessa.

Sophie la détache. Bien entendu tu restes nue et tu portes ce beau collier pour chien que je t’ai acheté à l’animalerie du coin.

Vanessa se laisse mettre le collier et suit Sophie comme un toutou.

Elle passe la soirée à chercher sans cesse d’être à moins d’un mètre de Sophie. Pour finir elle se colle à elle en permanence.

Ce soir-là elle est attachée au pied du lit de Sophie qui lui promet une promenade le lendemain.

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« Bonjour Madame,

Je ne sais si vous utilisez encore cet email, je me permets de vous écrire pour prendre de vos nouvelles après quelques années de distance.

J’espère que vous vous épanouissez dans votre vie familiale et que tout va bien après les nombreuses épreuves que vous avez traversées.

Très respectueusement »

Il m’avait fallu quelques semaines pour me décider. Mais il n’y avait pas d’autres issues. La souffrance en moi ne s’apaisait pas vraiment, mais devenait une compagne à laquelle je n’avais aucun moyen d’échapper. J’avais perdu il y a 6 mois ma femme. Non seulement ma famille, mais aussi ma raison d’être. Depuis 6 ans j’étais l’esclave de celle à qui je m’étais donné. Et je me trouvais tellement abandonné. Et jour après jour, nuit après nuit, le visage de Céline s’était imposé à moi. La seule véritable rencontre ratée de ma vie.

Car même si j’étais épanoui et heureux dans ma vie aux pieds de ma femme, ce n’était pas précisément ce que je ressentais en moi. Ces désirs toujours intacts depuis mon adolescence, que rien n’avait fait disparaître. Au contraire, les épreuves récentes ne faisaient que les attiser.

– Je vais très bien lola, et toi-même?

Elle m’a répondu après deux jours et par whatsapp, ayant donc gardé mon numéro ainsi que le souvenir du surnom qu’elle m’avait donné.

– Bien Madame, je suis heureux que tout se passe bien ainsi pour Vous. Très respectueusement.

– Tu m’écris juste pour me dire cela?

– Je ne veux pas Vous importuner, Vous m’avez si souvent reproché à juste raison ne penser qu’à moi tout le temps.

– Et pourquoi penses tu donc à moi?

– Une sorte de bilan de vie, me disant que Vous êtes sans doute l’occasion ratée de ma vie.

– Je ne sais pas si je dois être flattée!

– Je ne suis qu’un esclave, à vrai dire, mes flatteries n’ont pas beaucoup de poids.

– Je te croyais marié, avec des enfants et tout épanoui dans un esclavage intense.

– Oui, c’était avant un accident qui m’a tout pris. Et laissé tout seul.

– Ah! Et du coup tu penses à moi.

– Oh non, j’ai toujours pensé à Vous. Même si l’esclavage que je vivais était intense, il n’a jamais répondu à mes besoins les plus profonds. Mais surtout je suis certain que cela ne Vous intéresse plus. Mais peut être Vous connaitriez une personne pour cela?

– Tu m’as intéressé mais tu t’es toujours défilé.

– Oui Madame, peut être fallait il une certaine maturité.

– Et tu veux cette personne pour quoi faire?

– J’aimerais commencer par une séance de 3 jours de tortures et humiliations vraiment extrêmes, sans aucune limite ni tabou, et sans aucun contrôle de ma part. Une séance que je ne puisse arrêter et pendant laquelle toutes les folies, envies, désirs, fantasmes de la Femme soit possible. Bien entendu rémunérée, je comprends bien qu’aucune Femme ne voudrait faire cela sinon. Mais il faudrait qu’elle y prenne du plaisir.

– Tu es prêt à payer combien pour ces trois jours lola?

– Je pensais peut être 5 000 euros?

– Et après ces trois jours?

– Peut être passer à des durées plus longues, genre une semaine, un mois, une année, évidemment avec rémunération à la clé.

– Pour une année tu aurais les moyens?

– Oui j’ai de l’argent, et il ne sert à rien. Je pourrais payer peut être 200 000 euros.

– Tu vas attirer des folles et des escrocs tu sais?

– Oui je le sais, c’est aussi pour cela que je voudrais y aller progressivement, mais aussi que je vous contactée.

– Pourquoi?

– Parce que je sais avoir toute confiance en Vous Madame.

– Et vraiment sans limite?

– Oui c’est cela qui est possible aujourd’hui.

– Je pourrais te raser la tête, te tatouer esclave sur le front, te sceller un anneau dans le nez, t’exploser le cul avec des godes démentiels? Te faire bouffer ma merde? Te battre au sang? Poster des vidéos de toi à visage découvert?

– Oui Madame

– Oui vraiment?

– Oui Madame

– Et si tu changes d’avis en cours de route?

– Il faudra ne pas en tenir compte, en aucune façon

– Et si elle décide de te laisser pourrir trois jours dans un placard?

– Je pourrirai trois jours ans un placard, mais sans doute je ne renouvèlerais pas!

– Je te connais, je sais comme tu es extrême, cela demande beaucoup d’énergie.

– Oui Madame, c’est aussi pour cela que je suis prêt à payer très cher.

– Et comment envisages-tu une année, de disparaître une année?

– Je n’ai personne, donc ce n’est qu’une question de gestion administrative facile à mettre en place.

– Et après une année?

– J’espère n’être en rien capable de gérer mon destin et que la personne qui me possède décide pour moi.

– En te privant de tout?

– Je n’ai rien dont j’ai besoin.

– Quelles sont les autres conditions que tu mets?

– Une personne très expérimentée en SM, pouvant être accompagnée par qui elle veut, comme elle veut, où elle veut?

– Cela pourrait être chez toi?

– Oui Madame.

– Tu as toujours su me surprendre. Je t’ai laissé filé plus d’une fois. Là je pense que ce ne sera pas le cas. Je suis intéressée, surtout par le côté financier. T’exploiter et piquer ton fric me fait frissonner Ankara escort bayan de plaisir. Te détruire aussi. Tu hantes mes nuits depuis tant d’années. J’ai même écris des textes pour lister tout ce que j’avais envie de te faire subir!

– Oh vraiment? Vous pourriez …

– Oui. Il faut juste que je gère, j’ai une petite fille de 5 ans en garde alternée mais c’est facile à gérer. Et aller faire cela chez toi, au moins pour commencer, est assez plaisant. Prendre possession de ton intimité.

– Oh oui, j’en tremble de fébrilité.

– De crainte aussi j’espère. J’ai tellement grandit depuis la dernière fois où nous nous sommes vus, tu ne me manipuleras plus comme tu essayais de le faire. Et je te ferais regretter chaque seconde ta démarche.

– Merci infiniment. Que souhaitez Vous Madame?

– Que tu sois tout à moi à partir de maintenant. Cela te paraît possible?

– C’est ce dont j’ai besoin Madame.

– Bien je dois réfléchir, je t’envoie un mail avec mes instructions. Si tu te défiles je ne te laisserai pas partir mais tu le regretteras amèrement.

– Bien Madame, mais non il n’en est pas question.

Je suis dans un état de nervosité paroxystique. Bien entendu j’espérais un peu cette issue mais je la savais improbable. Ce que j’aimais chez Elle c’est ce mélange d’intérêt financier et de désir sadique extrême, ayant longtemps été dominée et contrainte à contre cœur. Elle en connait un rayon! Je sais que Céline est lente aussi je me prépare à une longue attente. Cela dit, je n’ai rien d’autre à faire. Je me suis délesté de tout, vendant mes biens immobiliers, liquidant mes portefeuilles boursiers ou investissement, fermant mon entreprise. Cette sensation de libération de ne plus rien posséder, sinon ma résidence principale. Même dedans j’ai tellement vidé. Aussi pour nettoyer l’empreinte, le souvenir. C’est tellement douloureux, l’indicible de Jankélévitch. J’ai fait repeindre, changer les meubles, rendu cela plus spartiate.

Je me suis trompé, je reçois un mail très court le lendemain de notre échange. Je tremble mais en même temps je suis serein. Je me délecte de ce que je vais découvrir. Ma nouvelle vie. Enfin fuir cette souffrance continue, cette vie dans le passé. Et vivre ce que j’ai toujours désiré et dont j’ai besoin. Enfin je le crois.

Le mail est très court, m’indiquant que la première chose à faire est de faire parvenir les 5 000 euros pour les trois jours en bitcoin sur son adresse. Venant d’Elle, je frémis du ton et de la façon d’aborder les choses. Je sais très bien qu’Elle est fiable, et ne veut rien faire tant que je ne suis pas engagé. J’ai une grosse somme sur ma clé sécurisée, il ne me faut que quelques minutes pour les lui transférer. J’avais prévu que cela pourrait être un moyen de paiement pratique.

A peine la confirmation du transfert reçue, je reçois un second mail, bien plus long celui-ci. Je me mets nu et à genoux pour le lire.

« Esclave Lola,

Tu vas être mon esclave pendant 3 jours comme tu le souhaites. Je vais faire de toi ce que je veux, sans limite, ni tabou m’as-tu bien précisé. J’attendais ton virement pour être certain de ta motivation cette fois. Tu m’as si souvent déçue si tu savais. Tu vas le savoir d’ailleurs car tu n’as pas idée de ce que j’ai envie de te faire subir. Tant d’images et d’envies sont remontées en moi depuis ton mail de contact.

Les règles du jeu vont être un peu différentes de ce que tu as pu imaginer. Je vais venir chez toi trois jours, abuser de toi de toutes les façons qui te plairont et que tu regretteras, j’en suis certaine. En tous cas je ferais en sorte de te faire regretter ta démarche. A l’issue de ces trois jours soit nous en resterons là, soit alors tu t’engages pour une année entière reconductible (par moi seule évidemment!). Si cela ne te convient pas, il est temps de le dire, et nous en restons là. Ces 3 jours c’est juste pour que tu touches du doigt la merde que tu es et la Déesse que je suis. Je ne veux plus que tu ne m’appelles que par Déesse.

Je viens Lundi matin pour ces trois jours. Tu m’indiqueras ton adresse, les codes d’accès et ta porte sera ouverte à partir de 10h du matin, toi m’attendant dans ta chambre, nu, à genoux, les yeux baissés. Les 3 jours commenceront quand je passe cette porte. Je pourrais les interrompre si quelque chose me contrarie, toi évidemment pas. Tu sors tous tes accessoires que je vois ce que tu as. Tu te souviens, avec mon blog de testeuse, j’ai des trucs inimaginables comme torture, et des godes de taille démente. Je ne les ai jamais utilisés, c’est la bonne occasion!

Pendant ces cinq jours d’ici lundi, je veux :

– Que ton appartement soit impeccablement propre, rangé et vidé de tout ce qui est personnel. Pas dans les placards, je veux que tu jettes tout ce qui est inutile, du passé, pour que ce soit un lieu sans aucune histoire. Si cela te fait mal pour de nombreuses choses, pense que j’en jouirai sadiquement de le savoir. Je te veux totalement dépouillé. Et aussi investi dans ce que tu fais.

– Tu ne sors plus à réception de ce mail. Tes rideaux et volets sont fermés, aucune lumière n’est allumée jamais, la télévision non plus. Seul ton smartphone t’est permis.

– Tandoğan Escort Tu es en permanence nu, quelles que soient les circonstances!!!

– Tu ne bois de l’eau du robinet que chaude. Tu n’as le droit de manger qu’une boite par jour de ce que tu veux. Une seule. Et rien d’autre.

– Tu te fais un lavement de trois litres tous les jours, et lundi matin, tu en fais trois de trois litres avant mon arrivée.

– Tu peux te branler autant que tu veux, cela m’amuse car je sais qu’alors tu paniques après de ce que tu as décidé de faire. Ton envie retombe, mais tu es dans mes griffes. Et je vais te détruire avec ou sans ton consentement, c’est ce que tu m’as payée pour faire.

– Quand j’arrive, je veux trouver un cadeau qui soit à la hauteur de ce que je représente pour toi. Tu me connais assez pour trouver, sache que si le cadeau me déçoit, je repartirai sans hésiter, convaincue que tu continues à me mener en bateau.

Voilà tu as un peu à t’occuper. Tu peux m’écrire autant que tu veux, je ne te répondrai pas sois en certain. J’ai autre chose à faire. Mais cela me fera rire de te lire, voire de te voir si tu m’envoies des photos.

A Lundi esclave »

J’ai l’habitude de recevoir des ordres et des listes de commandes, aussi je suis plutôt rassuré, et excité. Mais évidemment un pincement au cœur, voire une vraie souffrance en pensant à ma famille. Mais si je vais dans cette direction c’est bien pour me perdre, et à terme les rejoindre!

Je me demande juste comment faire le vide, en restant nu. Seule solution, aller à la benne à ordure en pleine nuit. Il me faudra aussi commander mes repas, et trouver ce cadeau pour ma Déesse. Je cogite dans tous les sens. Bien entendu je vais chercher quelque chose d’exceptionnel, mais je serais vraiment surpris que Déesse fasse demi tour, c’est quand même une proposition intéressante que je lui fais. Il me faut un cadeau que je puisse commander. Le recevoir nu, ne sera pas trop compliqué, il y a un rideau dans l’entrée. Un bijou? Un vêtement? Evidemment rien qui ne me ferait plaisir à moi. Je ne sais pas ses mensurations ce qui complique un peu la tâche : une paire de Louboutin aurait été très bien. Il y a l’option plusieurs cadeaux que j’aurais naturellement prise, mais je sens que c’est une mauvaise idée, comme si je n’avais pas d’idée.

Et puis je suis d’un coup convaincu d’avoir trouvé. Une idée complètement dingue. Et toute aussi dingue à mettre en œuvre. Je saute sur mon téléphone, il va me falloir de la persuasion. Je suis stressé tellement tout doit être millimétré.

Les journées passent lentement. Comme Déesse l’avait imaginé, je passe mon temps à me caresser mais aussi me torturer, lui écrire des messages enflammés. Je me sens enfin libéré pour lui exprimer toute la passion qu’Elle m’a toujours inspiré. Les messages n’ont jamais de réponse, ce qui ne fait que m’enflammer encore plus dans cette humiliation abyssale. Comme Déesse l’a suggéré, je lui envoie également des photos de moi, de mes tortures. Mon plus gros gode ne quitte plus mes fesses, mais je suis certain que cela ne lui suffira pas. Je fouille la maison et tout ce qui peut être transgressif se retrouve au fond de moi. Toujours sans réponse à mes vidéos ou photos. Je n’ose aller plus loin aussi dans l’avilissement, mes mots sont d’adoration, de désir, d’offrande. Je lui envoie même mes codes pour contrôler les caméras de la maison, Elle peut me voir quand Elle veut, mais je constate qu’Elle ne le fait pas, cela l’ennuie sans doute.

Je dors mal, stressé par la rencontre, mais aussi mon cadeau. A 10h tout est en place, je suis à genoux sur le parquet de ma chambre à l’étage, la porte en bas est ouverte, je ne crains rien l’accès à ma maison est protégé. Je ne sais si son train est du matin ou si Elle veut me faire attendre toute une journée. Je suis juste tourné vers Elle, sans plus de pensée de ce qui m’attend.

La porte d’entrée de la maison est poussée. J’entends ses talons sur le parquet. Un temps d’arrêt sans doute pour regarder le petit paquet qui l’attend pour son cadeau. Les pas reprennent, Elle va aux toilettes, je l’entends ouvrir les placards, faire le tour du rez de chaussée, avant d’emprunter l’escalier. Je tremble à genoux, la tête baissée, les mains sur les cuisses. Elle passe juste une tête dans ma chambre, et reprend son exploration de la maison. Une chambre, une autre encore, la salle de bain, la buanderie. Puis revient vers moi. Je tremble comme une feuille mais Elle se comporte comme si je n’étais pas là. Elle monte sur la mezzanine, puis le dressing et la salle de sport, la salle de bain parentale. Elle a prit son temps et a tout vu.

– Eh bien Lola? Quelle surprise cette grande et belle maison pour toi toute seule! Elle est magnifique.

– Merci Déesse

Sans que j’ai le temps de réaliser je me prends une gifle magistrale sur la figure, suivi d’un coup de pied d’une violence inouïe dans mes couilles, qui me laisse agonisant à Ses pieds.

– Quel esclave de pacotille tu es! Interdiction de parler sans que je ne te pose une question, et interdiction de lever le regard sur moi! Tu crois que je ne t’ai pas vu?

C’est vrai que je n’ai pas résisté à la regarder. Sıhhiye Escort Plus de 6 ans que je ne l’ai pas vue, Elle est toujours aussi magnifique, brune cheveux mi-longs, les yeux noirs, une paire de seins incroyable et une allure si fine. C’est la pire des tortures que de ne pas me remplir d’Elle. Mais Elle me rassure j’aurais tout le temps cette nuit.

Elle est montée avec la boîte, intriguée.

– Tu es confiant que cela va me plaire?

– Oui Déesse

– J’attendais plutôt une jolie paire de chaussures. Mais bon voyons cela.

Je ne peux la regarder, mais je la sens s’arrêter de respirer. Me regarder sans doute incrédule

– Tu es complètement dingue! Pourquoi un cadeau pareil?

– Je sais comme je Vous ai souvent déçue Déesse, il me fallait trouver quelque chose qui Vous montre à quel point je suis sérieux! Et Vous montrer que je souhaite m’investir totalement dans cette relation, au-delà de ces trois jours Déesse.

– Je ne suis pas certaine que je dirai que c’est sérieux d’offrir une Tesla neuve à une Maîtresse qui vient te dresser. Peut-être même que trois jours si cela se trouve. Du coup tu m’as désobéie et tu es sortie Lola?

– Oh non Déesse, jamais je n’aurais fait cela. J’ai eu beaucoup de mal c’est vrai, mais pour les riches excentriques tout est possible. Même de signer le contrat nu chez moi avec le concessionnaire, qu’il gare la Tesla Y dans mon garage qui dispose d’une recharge électrique, et qu’il attende votre carte d’identité pour l’immatriculer à Votre nom. Cette voiture est déjà pleinement à Vous Déesse.

– Eh ben. Tu as passé l’obstacle, voyons la suite. J’ai besoin de défouler un peu l’adrénaline que je viens de me prendre dans la figure.

Evidemment je suis le défouloir. Déesse commence par me gifler méthodiquement, à toute force, je perds vite toute notion, je prends sur moi, je m’offre, ne cherchant pas à fuir les gifles. Je La vois qui apprécie, qui ressent ce don et me gifle d’autant plus fort et longtemps. J’ai les joues en feu, les sens en ébullition. Les coups pleuvent maintenant sur mon ventre offert, coups de poings, coup de pieds, je perds l’équilibre, le souffle, je ne suis plus qu’en mode survie. Déesse est coach sportive, Elle tient la cadence très longtemps ainsi avant de passer aux choses sérieuses. Je dois me relever sur mes cuisses, offrir mes couilles et mon sexe à ses coups de pieds diablement précis.

Là aussi je me conditionne, je m’offre, j’essaie de ne pas bouger, de ne pas hurler à chaque coup, de me déconnecter de la souffrance. Ce qui ne fait qu’accentuer la force des coups et la vitesse de répétition. Je suis déjà en loque, brisé de partout, mais nous savons tous les deux que ce n’est qu’un échauffement. Je ressens tout de même sa satisfaction, ce qui me comble. Elle me voit bander, prend une fine baguette et cingle mon membre une dizaine de fois à toute volée. Chaque marque se met à saigner immédiatement, mon hurlement est bloqué dans la gorge, le dernier coup sur le prépuce me fait presque perdre le contrôle. Je dois tenir mon sexe devenu flasque et l’offrir à une nouvelle salve de coups, qui marquent aussi bien mes mains que mon sexe. Je hurle en continu, soulagé que la maison soit bien isolée du bruit, et des voisins absents.

La canne est alors utilisée sur mes cuisses, striées de toutes parts, y compris à l’intérieur là où je suis plus fragile. Mon pubis tatoué au nom de mon ancienne Maîtresse est véritablement massacré, il es vite gonflé, sanguinolant, méconnaissable. Mais Déesse n’en a pas fini même si elle reprend un peu son souffle. Elle met de la musique sur le Sonos de la chambre et reprend de plus belle sur mon ventre si fragile. Elle ne tape pas moins fort, loin de là, jouissant de pouvoir se lâcher comme jamais Elle n’a pu le faire, sans ralentir ses coups ou les adoucir pour que le supplicié puisse supporter. Là je dois supporter. Et oui, je commence à regretter. Car cela fait déjà deux heures que je me dis que cela va bientôt s’arrêter, et ce n’est pas le cas. Je pleure, je supplie, ce qui ne fait qu’attiser sa rage et ses moqueries. Toute mon énergie est tournée pour m’offrir plus, ce qui la ravit et la convainc qu’elle peut aller bien plus loin! Cercle vicieux.

Une pause rafraichissement pour Elle, je suis assoiffé, mais Elle m’annonce que je ne boirai rien aujourd’hui. Si je suis gentil, demain j’aurais droit à Son urine, mais aujourd’hui, je vais m’affaiblir ainsi. Je suis déjà faible du manque de nourriture, et là de la souffrance de tout mon corps.

Me voici debout maintenant, les bras le long du corps. Avant d’attaquer le gros morceau, Elle me cingle les bras. C’est nouveau pour moi. Les coups sont nettement plus forts, comment est-ce possible? Comment peut elle avoir autant d’énergie? Et comment je fais pour continuer à m’offrir ainsi sans jamais même imaginer bouger ou me rebeller. Je suis à ma place, Déesse à la sienne. Les coups pleuvent sur l’arrière des cuisses, les mollets, avant d’attaquer les fesses. C’est violent mais nettement plus supportable! J’en jouis presque. Déesse décide alors de changer, passe à la badine et son sifflement terrifiant. Si sur le dos c’est terrible à supporter, je sens des rigoles de sang couler, sur les fesses je supporte plutôt bien son déchaînement. Elle passe alors au bâton, qu’Elle assène avec une puissance incroyable. Cette fois ci je suis cassé, brisé. La souffrance est profonde, elle dure longtemps, je sens mes chairs malmenées. Elle termine à la cravache sur les fesses et le reste du corps. Quelle rage!

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Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house.
            Over a year ago, I had begun to speak to him over the Internet. Through exchanged pictures, and text messages, he had become my master. Now, I was here to meet him. He had requested that, upon seeing him the first time, I be wearing nothing but a long jacket. Underneath it, I was completely bare. I felt my nipples harden, rubbing against the smooth fabric inside the jacket.
            The house was unremarkable; a wooden house painted a nice blue with two windows in the front. It was not overly large or small, but seemed to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood perfectly. My thighs were wet with my juices because I could not rid myself of the excitement I was feeling.
            Climbing carefully out of my car, so as not to give any neighbors an accidental flash, I closed the door and locked it behind me. The walk up to the door was only about five steps but it felt like miles to me. I could not wait to reach that step. My breasts bounced gently as I reached the door and pressed the bell with shaky hands.
            A man opened the door and at the sight of him, my pulse quickened. He was not overly attractive, and he was much older than me, however it was not his image that appealed to me but the knowledge of what he could do to me. With a friendly smile, he took my hand and pulled me inside. The moment I was inside the door, he let go of my hand, and turned to stare meaningfully at me. I knew what he wanted. The coat slid from my arms and dropped to the floor.
            Raising my hands to meet behind my head, and pushing my left foot out, I assumed the position in which I had taken so many pictures for him. Inspection seemed to be one of his favorite positions for me. It allowed him to see my body perfectly. 36C breasts dangling flawlessly from my chest, I felt my cunt begin to drip. He circled me, being very careful not to touch me the first time around. I felt his eyes roaming up and down my perfect, eighteen-year-old body, and I loved it. I did not feel nervous because he had already seen my naked body from plenty of angles. Then, he bent to a table next to the door, and picked something up. At first I didn’t know what it was, but then I felt the rubber butt plug being inserted into my still very tight anus. A small moan escaped my lips, which caused him to glance up and smile.           
            “Very nice, I am glad to see you, dear,” he greeted me.
            Immediately, I responded, “I am glad to see you as well, sir.”
            With a small gesture, he allowed me to get out of inspection position, and motioned for me to follow him. The hallway leading from the front room had three doors. The first was a bathroom, the second clearly his bedroom, and the third a guest room that he had transformed. The bed had a head- and footboard with two thick ropes attached to both. On a table next to the bed laid the largest array of bondage materials I had ever seen in my short experience. An incredibly long rope drew my attention first. It looked smooth, but very thick. Next to it sat a shorter, but still rather long rope with knots tied every inch or so. Occupying the rest of the table were handcuffs, chains, gags, leather cuffs, and every kind of dildo, vibrator and toy I could imagine. Automatically, I felt my cunt tighten, and my ass tightened around the butt plug. It was a little larger than I was used to, but he knew that. He wanted it to be bigger because he knew I would feel it more.
            As we entered the room, he turned, locked the door behind us, and then motioned for me to stand in front of him.
            “Inspection,” he uttered simply, and my body immediately complied. Now, in the safety of this locked room, he took the time to inspect my body more thoroughly. His rough hands roamed all over my breasts first, tugging gently at the nipples, and twisting them around 180 degrees. When a sound of pleasure escaped my lips, he glanced up, looking confused.
            “Ah, right” he mumbled, seemingly to himself.
            Leaving me standing in my position, he strode over to the table and picked something up. When he returned, I felt something shoved into my mouth and a strap being buckled behind my head. It was a ball gag, which I had never used before. My lips closed around it, and I felt my tongue automatically testing the thing that had been inserted into my mouth. It forced my mouth open at an awkward angle, and I could already feel the muscles cramping. Yet it served its purpose because when he went back to kneading my breasts between his fingertips, nothing but a soft sound escaped the gag.
            After a bit more tweaking and pulling, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be nipple clamps. My breathing sped up, and my heart began to race. I had never used nipple clamps before, only clothespins which I was sure were much more gentle. I started to lift my arms to protest, but a sharp slap against my breasts stopped me. I was not to move from Inspection until instructed to do so.
            With a snap, he attached a clamp to my right nipple. Immediately, I felt the pain emanating from that sensitive area of my body. But, as with the clothespins, it was a pain that I rather enjoyed. When he snapped the second one on, I didn’t even flinch. Now, with these devices attached securely to my body, he glanced up and smiled at me. I watched him, unable to smile with the gag in my mouth. Slowly, he reached up and flicked first the left clamp and then the right. Each time, a small squeak escaped the gag. Goosebumps, from anticipation, pain and pleasure, covered my body.
            Once again leaving me, my master walked away and then returned with the long rope. I felt it being wrapped around my neck once, and then being pulled against Ankara escort bayan the skin of my breasts. After only a few seconds I realized he was tying a breast harness around me, and succumbed to the amazing feeling of being used as his toy. He loved seeing me in any kind of harness, but the breast harness was his favorite. He tied it artfully, a bit tighter than I was used to, but I trusted him to know what I could withstand. When he finished, he tugged the end of the rope out, pulling the ropes as tight as he could. As they bit into my skin, I couldn’t help but love the feeling of my tender flesh pressing against the thick rope.
            Now he pulled me by my forearm over toward the bed, and I was instructed to lie down on my back. I complied willingly, knowing my already wet cunt would now be soaked in my juices. The nipple clamps and butt plug were sending wonderful sensations to my pussy.
            My master pulled one arm up, and tied it to one of the ropes attached to the headboard. Then he did the same with the other arm, tying them both at the wrist. Next he tied both my ankles, rather far apart. I was surprised when he put a spreader bar between them and closed the cold metal cuffs around both my ankles right below the rope. With my ankles spread this far apart, my ass and cunt were perfectly accessible. Next he took a long length of rope from beneath the bed and passed it through the harness on one side of my chest, threw it underneath the bed and then pulled it up to tie it around the other side of the harness. My upper half was now fairly secure against the bed. He smiled and flicked the nipple clamps again, winning another high-pitched moan from me. With a deviant smile across his lips, Master ran his fingertips from my shoulder all the way around my breasts and down to my cunt. His fingers traced the lips tantalizingly and I silently begged him to touch me. But he knew that this was what I wanted, and refused.
            With a smile, he pulled a chair up next to me, sat, and reached around my head to unfasten the ball gag.
            “Well, my lovely little slave, how are you feeling?”
            I was very horny at this point, and it took all my will not to beg him to fuck me, “I am good, Master.”
            “Good,” he replied, seeming to mull the word over, “Let’s see if we can change that.”
            I felt my face contort in confusion as he refastened the gag and stood up. Picking up a thinner rope, he attached it to both of the nipple clamps and threw the remaining length up over a support beam in the ceiling. My nipples burned with pain as he tugged on the rope until it pulled my breasts up taught. Then he tied the end around the headboard of the bed and pulled it a little bit tighter. I could feel heat coming from my nipples as the clamps bit into them and pulled my breasts painfully. It was all I could do to keep from screaming with the pain. But now I knew what game he was playing. Although it had never become this intense, he had often tested me to see how much pain I could take. The longer I managed to hold out, the better chance I would not be punished for asking him to stop.
            This time, however, he did not sit down again and ask how I was. He pulled an item from the table, and yanked the butt plug out. A sense of emptiness filled my lower regions. Under his guidance, I had grown so used to having my holes filled with toys that whenever I took them out, I almost felt I was missing something. The sensation was gone in a moment though as I felt something cold and soft being rubbed against my asshole. He inserted one finger in, turning it in a small circle inside my ass. Then he pulled it out, and I knew what he was doing. My Master was lubing up my asshole. I began to prepare myself for whatever he was going to do to me next.
            But nothing could have prepared me for the huge dildo he shoved into my ass next. It must have been at least three inches in diameter, which was much more than I was used to.  Unable to hold it in, I moaned loudly against the ball gag. He smirked and pushed the dildo in as far as the ring at the end where my anus would tighten to hold it in place. I could feel my ass throbbing against the hard dildo inside it, and for the first time so far, my wrists strained against the ropes that bound them. Before I met him, this feeling would have disgusted me and I would have felt the urge to rip the dildo out. Now, being filled like this made me tremble with the need to rub or touch myself somehow. A sharp slap against my cunt forced me to stop straining against the ropes, as Master came and sat beside me again. Still, he did not remove the ball gag. From under the table, he pulled a small can of clothespins. My body tensed as I began to comprehend what he was going to do. The already searing pain in my breasts worsened as he fastened clothespin after clothespin on the tender skin of my tits. I squirmed and moaned, not even trying to keep quiet now. Finally, he was done, and I counted ten clothespins on each breast. That, combined with the nipple clamps, and the breast harness, made me feel as if my breasts were hugely swollen. The lightest touch sent me into spasms of pleasure. He continued to smirk at me, and every now and then reached over and tweaked a clothespin with his fingers. If he had taken the ball gag out, I would have begged for him to stop.
            But instead, he just sat there, for a full ten minutes. I knew how long it was because there was a clock on the far wall right within my view. He laughed at me, and tortured me with his small, light touches. After ten minutes, he grinned evilly and opened a drawer on the table. In his hand was a thick black permanent marker. He set it on the table and then set to the task of removing the clothespins. Each time he released one from my skin, a sharp burning sensation made me gasp in pain.  The sensation of the blood rushing back into the skin was nearly unbearable; I bit my tongue Cebeci Escort to keep from making noise. When all the clothespins were removed, I lay stunned for several minutes before I noticed what he was doing.
            The marker glided across the skin of my tummy. A glance down told me that my tits were already covered in his markings. I couldn’t read what he wrote, but that was alright; I knew he must plan to show me. It would be no fun if I did not see the humiliating things he wrote on me. After finishing my stomach, he continued on to my thighs. It took him barely five minutes to finish whatever he was writing. Then he pulled out a camera, snapped a picture of my body, and showed me the screen.
            Across my tits, he had written “Master’s playthings”. All over my belly were the words, “Whore”,  “slut”, “skank”, and “slave”. Then, he had drawn an arrow pointing down to my cunt and written, “Master’s cunt”. On both of my thighs he had written, “Master’s fucktoy”.
            I should have been insulted by these words, but instead, I felt my pussy dripping fluid out onto the bed. There was a growing pool of my juice underneath my thighs. I tightened my muscles, trying to keep from showing Master how turned on I was. But he knew. Of course he knew. He slid one finger into my throbbing cunt, causing me to shudder and moan, and brought it up to my cheek. With an evil smile, he slid the fluid all over my left cheek. Then he repeated the process with my right. Master continued this until my entire face and breasts were wet and sticky with my juices. I watched him with glazed eyes as he reached back to the table.
            Being covered in my juices also severely turned me on. I felt so used, and it only worsened the dripping sensation between my spread thighs. I wondered why he refused to touch my cunt. Couldn’t he at least just finger me for a moment? I long for the feeling of having something inside that wet, throbbing hole. As he turned back, I hoped that he would have something to put in me.
            But instead, he held a pair of leather cuffs. After untying my wrists, he fastened the cuffs around them and laid them on my stomach. Then he took of the spreader bar, and unclamped my nipples. The feeling of blood returning to them stung, and I couldn’t help but whimper at the sensation. Next he untied the rope secured to my breast harness. Finally, he untied my ankles from the bedposts, and pulled me into a sitting position. When he stood me up and began to fasten the coat around my naked body, I listened fervently to his words.
            “Alright, now a very good friend of mine lives two doors down at house number 328. You are to walk down the sidewalk, to his house, and ring the doorbell. When you go into the house, he will do whatever he likes with you. Do you understand what I want from you?”
            My head spun as he finished his instructions. Since the ball gag prevented me from speaking, I simply nodded my head. I had not known he was going to do this. Although we had spoken of it before, and I had made it known to him that I had no objection to his allowing his friends to use me, he had not told me he would be doing it this time. Of course, he didn’t have to; he was allowed to do what he wanted with me.
            So when he pushed me toward the open front door with a huge dildo in my ass, and a ball gag protruding from my mouth, I walked through it without fighting. I heard the lock click behind me. Now, humiliation swept over me. He had made no move to cover the gag, and now anyone who looked at me could see it. There was already a woman one house over, staring unashamed at my strange clothing, bare feet, and gag. However, she must have been used to it because she simply shook her head, and went back to her garden. Steeling myself against the embarrassment, I made my way down the steps and to the sidewalk. I knew that I was leaving a trail of my juices as they ran down my legs.
            Walking up the steps to house 328, I forced myself to breathe deeply. Whoever this man was, I would allow him to do whatever he wanted to me. With trembling, cuffed hands, I rang the bell.
            The man who answered the door wore nothing but a pair of plaid shorts. He appeared to be in his early-thirties, was about five foot ten inches tall, and very well muscled. I met his eyes timidly.
            A large smile broke across his face.
            “Well, well, well, I should have known he would deliver on his promise. You are absolutely gorgeous. Come in, slut.”
            His casual use of the word did not affect me. I had grown used to my master using it. When he closed the door behind me, I turned and faced him obediently. His fingers flew to the buttons of my coat, unfastening them hastily. I saw his eyes roam across my face and then he chuckled. As he leaned in towards me, and sniffed, the chuckling grew louder.           
            “Well, someone made a mess of you, didn’t they, whore?”
            I nodded, feeling his fingers roam across the skin underneath the coat. When he finally undid the last button, he threw the coat off, and stared at me. A growing smirk pulled his lips up slowly, as his eyes traveled over the words written across my tits, and above my aching dripping cunt. Without another word, he yanked me by the cuffs down the hall and into a bedroom. Throwing me down onto the bed, he put his hands on the clasp of the ball gag.
            “I like to hear my sluts moan when I take them,” he explained to me as he unfastened the gag and threw it to the side.           
            Just as the gag was ripped from my mouth, I felt his hand go down to my thighs, and rub in between them. From my lips came a sound, a desperate, hungry, animal sound. I needed something, and badly.
            Bringing his other hand down, he forced my thighs open wide, and positioned himself between them. When his fingers reached my asshole, he paused, Ulus Escort confused, and felt the thing in it. Then understanding crossed his face, and the smile returned. Withdrawing his hand from between my thighs, he pulled his shorts down, and then the boxers underneath. A shudder went through me at the sight of his huge cock. It was at least nine inches long, and wider than the dildo in my ass. I forced my hands to lie obediently on my tummy and not reach for that huge instrument of pleasure. Longing for it to be inside me sent waves of desperation down into my cunt. His fingers traced the words on my tits, my stomach and surrounding my sopping hole. The grin on his lips seemed permanent now.
            “Slut, skank, Master’s fucktoy,” he read, “Well, Master gave you to me for a while honey, and I can do whatever I want. Any requests?”
            In my clouded, foggy, overly stimulated mind, only one thing repeated itself over and over again. With trembling gasps, I answered, “Please, fuck me, sir.”
            The grin grew wider, and then he pulled his fingers from between my aching lips, wet with my juice and spread it all across my belly. Then he pulled my knees up, positioned his cock at the entrance of my cunt and slammed into me.
            My entire world exploded with pleasure. I clutched at the skin of my tummy as his huge monster rammed into me and filled every inch of my hole. I felt him hit the cervix, and cried out with intense pleasure as he pushed against it again and again. My cunt felt swollen, stretched to its limit, and still I wanted more. Screaming and squirming against his bed, I yelled out, “Oh, please harder sir!”
            He continued to smile, but now I noticed his labored breathing, as he quickened his pace, and abused my cunt. Gasping, and clenching my fists, I felt my climax approaching, and knew he was nowhere near his. When that wonderful feeling enveloped me, I cried out, begging him to stop, but he did not listen. Of course not, I hadn’t expected him to. Instead he thrust into me with all his strength time and time again. I had never been with a man who had such amazing stamina. It must have been at least half an hour before he started grunting, and I knew he was close. My muscles clenched involuntarily, pulling him further inside me as he thrust once, twice, three times, harder than he had before. Something wet, and warm shot into my pussy as I moaned beneath his hands. After another exhausted thrust, he pulled his huge cock from between my cunt lips, and threw himself on the bed beside me. I could feel his cum dripping from my hole, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. For the first time, I noticed another man, standing off to the side, stroking his cock. It was not as long as the first man’s but was at least an inch thicker. I wondered how a man could be born with such a huge cock.
            I vaguely remembered him entering the room about ten minutes earlier, and made no move to fight him as he climbed between my legs, and thrust his thick, huge head into my throbbing pussy. Unlike the other man, he spoke while he fucked me, muttering things like, “yeah, you dirty slut, oh yeah”. I tried to ignore how much I enjoyed all this, but it was impossible. I felt fluids begin to leak from my cunt again.
            But I didn’t get to cum again because he didn’t have near as much stamina as the first man. After only about five minutes, I heard him begin to pant and groan. Instead of filling me with his liquids, he pulled out, and the stuff sprayed into a puddle on my tummy. With a sick smile, he reached up, and spread it all over my stomach and tits. I lay there, trembling, and exhausted by all this. But it was not over.
            Before I was allowed to leave, two more men showed themselves. They both came inside me, and I thanked God I was on the pill. Before it had time to ooze out, one of them pulled out a small egg vibrator, turned it on, and shoved it in to hold in their cum. As they taped the controller to the inside of my thigh, I felt myself already starting to shake with the vibrations in my cunt. One of the men, I was so dazed by all the fucking, I didn’t even remember which one, stood me up and buttoned the coat around me. When they fastened the ball gag around my head, I knew it must be time for me to return to Master.
             They pushed me out the door, and at least this time, it was darker outside. I couldn’t walk fast because my legs were trembling, and felt like Jell-O. The egg inside my cunt only intensified the feeling. I made my way slowly to Master’s door and rang the bell.
            When he answered it, I felt relief, of all things. I knew that, whatever Master may do to me, he would take care of me too. As he pulled me inside, and took the coat off, I allowed myself to relax a little bit. The first thing he did was remove the ball gag. Letting my mouth hang open, I allowed the sore muscles to relax. Then, his gentle fingers untied the breast harness, which I had nearly forgotten, and pulled it off of me. He pulled me to a bathroom, sat me on the toilet, and wiped down my face and chest with a cool washcloth. Then I was returned to the bed, where he did not remove the leather cuff, but tied it to the bedpost. My ankles were once again tied to the footboard. With a deviant smile, he switched off the egg and pulled it from inside me. Immediately, a rush of the men’s cum flooded from my cunt. I saw him smile as he watched it. When it seemed that the worst of it had come out, he pulled a dildo, as thick as the one in my ass, from the drawer on the table. I moaned quietly as he pushed it into my abused pussy. Then he stood and smiled kindly at me.
            “You have done well for your first day,” he murmured to me. I felt a blanket being pulled over me. Already I felt my eyelids drooping.
            “Master,” I whispered, my voice slurring with sleep, “Are you going to take the dildo out of my ass?”
            He shook his head, and responded, “No, slave I will not. It will be removed tomorrow, for some more play. Sleep now. In the morning, we start again.”
            With that wonderful prospect on my mind, two dildos shoved deep inside me, and my wrists and ankles tied to the bed, I drifted off to exhausted, satisfied sleep.

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STÉPHANIE est allongée dans la baignoire, elle est recouverte de mousse. Ses seins semblent flotter comme par magie, au dessus des nuages, ses tetons pointent avec une troublante insolence. L’image est d’une sensualité toride. J’ai vraiment de la chance, c’est la plus belle, la plus sensuelle, la plus désirable femme du monde, même si je suis amoureux il faut être objectif. C’est un vrai canon.

_S_ Vient me savonner mon juju, c’est tellement agréable quand tu t’occupes de moi, commence par mes pieds, après tu me frottera le dos s’il te plaît. Tu faisais quoi?

_J_ Je remplis un questionnaire que m’a donné PATRICIA.

_S_ Ah oui, elle m’en a parlé, c’est bien tu fais tes devoirs, n’oublie pas ton cahier aussi. Frotte bien mes pieds oui c’est bien, masse les un peu plus fort, oui bien en profondeur…

Tu sais, j’aime beaucoup te lire, je ne savais pas que tu étais si talentueux, c’est vraiment passionnant tout ce que tu écris, c’est tellement instructif. Je te découvre enfin totalement. Tu décris si bien tes émotions, tu parles de tout avec une précision délicieuse, sans aucune retenue, j’adore.

_J_ Merci mon Amour.

_S_ Vraiment mon chéri, tu as du talent, c’est un plaisir de te lire. La forme est très bien, mais le fond est absolument génial. Ça me permets de tellement mieux te comprendre. Pour la première fois, je sais ce que tu penses vraiment. Je suis d’accord avec toi le hasard n’existe pas. Il y quelques mois, quand tu as commencé à me parler de tes désirs un peu particuliers, je ne savais pas où tu voulais en venir. Je t’ai laissé faire. Je dois te dire que j’ai été très agréablement surprise. Déjà que tu faisais plein de choses, tu t’es surpassé pour moi, ces derniers temps. Je ne te cache pas que j’adore. Tu prends si bien soin de moi. Je me sens comme une reine.

_J_ Merci mon Amour, tu es tellement géniale, tu es ma reine, je veux vraiment te rendre heureuse.

_S_ Je sais que tu veux mon bonheur, mais toi, es tu heureux?

_J_ Oui mon Amour, je suis vraiment le plus heureux des hommes.

_S_ Tant mieux si tu le penses, mais c’est quand même extrême ce qui t’arrive. Je veux que tu me dises comment tu te sens? Que tu penses de ses derniers jours.

_J_ Je me sens vraiment très bien. Bon, j’ai un peu mal au cul, je me sens encore tout ouvert, sinon je suis en pleine forme. Pour ses derniers jours j’apprécie beaucoup tout ce qui arrive.

_S_ D’accord, je comprends pour ton petit trou, qui n’est plus tout petit d’ailleurs, PATRICIA aime jouer avec des objets diaboliques, je comprends. Tu as vécu quand même beaucoup de nouvelles expériences ses derniers jours.

Alors dis moi vraiment. Veux-tu que ça continue?

_J_ Comment ça? quoi?

_S_ C’est simple comme question. Veux-tu continuer?

_J_ Je ne suis pas posé la question. Je ne sais pas,….

_S_ Écoute moi, je ne veux pas te brusquer ni te faire peur. J’ai beaucoup parlé, tu t’en doutes, avec PATRICIA, et puis je lis ton journal tous les jours. Je te comprend beaucoup mieux. Je ne veux que ton bonheur julien et surtout notre bonheur. Je t’aime tu sais, tu es l’homme de ma vie.

Tu me connais je n’ai jamais été très intéressée par toutes tes histoires de domination et de soumission dont tu me parlais. Mais PATRICIA m’a ouvert des perspectives nouvelles.

Je te vois différemment, tu es toujours mon magnifique mari, le beau mec, viril, puissant mais tu es aussi un homme dévoué, attentionné, obéissant. Tu es un mâle soumis. Je t’aime mon juju. Grâce à toi, j’assume une facette de ma personnalité qui m’a toujours un peu effrayée. Mais sentir ton désir d’obéissance, découvrir ta soumission me permet enfin d’être moi même. Merci.

_J_ De rien mon Amour. Tu es absolument géniale.

_S_ Tu me connais, j’ai toujours aimé avoir le contrôle, la maîtrise des choses. Eh bien, figure toi, depuis quelques semaines au boulot, j’ai de plus en plus de responsabilités, je vais bientôt prendre le poste de Nicolas.

_J_ C’est génial.

_S_ Oui, je sais. Je m’aperçois que tout ça me plaît beaucoup, plus je te domine, plus je me sens forte. J’ai de plus en plus confiance en moi. Notre couple est encore plus soudé qu’avant. Je me sens si puissante, si forte et c’est en partie grâce à toi.

Donc julien, je veux que tu réfléchisse bien, prend ton temps. Continue d’être honnête avec toi et avec moi.

Tout d’abord, sache que tout ce qui se passe avec les filles au travail peut s’arrêter demain. On en a parlé toutes ensemble, elles sont toutes d’accord. Je ne suis pas jalouse, elles te font progresser. Elles t’aident dans ton évolution. Elles ont promis de respecter ta décision. Tout peu redevenir comme avant à ton travail ou presque.

De plus on sait tous les deux que nous n’avons pas besoin de ton salaire, tu as de nombreuses rentrées d’argent avec tes héritages, moi j’ai un très bon salaire qui va bientôt augmenter.

Je veux que tu fasses le choix pour toi et pour nous bien entendu. Quoi que tu décides je le respecterai.

Je t’aime.

_J_ Mon Amour, moi aussi je t’aime. Je ne Ankara escort bayan sais pas quoi dire maintenant. C’est tellement troublant tout ce m’arrive. Même dans mes phantasmes les plus fous, je n’ai jamais imaginé vivre autant de choses si fabuleuses.

_S_ Tu sais que pour moi aussi mon juju, j’ai découvert un monde fascinant. tu es si beau quand tu t’abandonnes, c’est tellement excitant de prendre le contrôle. De plus, je ne sais pas si tu est conscient mais tu me donnes encore plus de pouvoir de jour en jour, mon juju. Je dois t’avouer que j’aime vraiment ce qui nous arrive.

Je suis vraiment très ému. Mon Épouse apprécie tout ce qui se passe.

Je suis nu assis sur le rebord de la baignoir, je lui frotte le dos.

Je ne peux pas lui cacher mon érection. Parler de ma soumission m’excite beaucoup. Elle me demande si je veux continuer d’être juju, d’être son mari soumis, de devenir réellement son esclave. Elle me laisse le choix.

Sa peaux est douce, elle a un corps magnifique. Je l’aime.

_J_ Mon Amour, tu sais tu es mon Épouse, tu es la seule femme que j’aime, je n’ai pas envie de d’autres femmes. C’est toi seule qui décide, je n’aurai jamais fait tout ça si tu ne m’avais pas poussé.

_S_ Laisse moi maintenant, tu as des choses à faire et une décision à prendre.

Écrit aussi tout ça sur ton cahier, on en reparle quand tu auras finit. Julien sache que tu es l’amour de ma vie. Tu es mon mari, j’ai choisie de me marier avec toi. Je suis très heureuse de ce choix. J’ai très envie de continuer très longtemps avec toi. Je t’aime julien. Tu m’as entendu?

_J _Oui STÉPHANIE, oui mon Amour, je t’ai bien écouté.

_S_ Alors va finir tes devoirs.

Après un long baiser, je la laisse à son bain. Mes devoirs?

Je me retrouve devant le questionnaire. Qu’est ce que je fais? Est-ce que je veux arrêter tout? En même temps remplir ce questionnaire m’excite, je bande. Je ne peux pas me mentir. J’aime vraiment tout ce qui vient de m’arriver.

Est-ce que je veux arrêter ou continuer? Est-ce que j’ai envie de devenir le soumis de toutes mes collègues? C’est déjà bien avancé. Est-ce que STÉPHANIE va accepter de me partager?

Ma décision est prise. Sans hésitation, je m’installe devant le questionnaire. J’écris, je réponds, explique, détaille, développe,… Je dévoile tout. Sans filtre ni pudeur. Je fais le choix de me soumettre volontairement à leurs demandes, de répondre à toutes leurs questions….

Je suis tellement appliqué que je n’ai même pas entendu mon Épouse entrer dans le salon. C’est son parfum, qui illumine toute la pièce, qui me fait lever la tête. Elle porte une serviette autour du corps, une autre entoure ces cheveux mouillés. Elle est belle, elle est magnifique.

_J_ Je n’ai pas encore fini, tu veux lire les premières pages?

_S_ Comment ça?

_J_ Je fais mes devoirs.

_S_ Tu réponds au questionnaire?

_J_ Oui, j’ai fais mon choix.

_S_ C’est à dire soit plus clair.

_J_ Je souhaite continuer d’être juju.

_S_ C’est à dire julien?

_J_ Je ne veux pas revenir en arrière, je désire continuer mon évolution de mâle soumis.

_S_ Donc tu réponds à toutes les questions de tes collègues? Et tu veux que je lise les premières réponses?

_J_ Oui mon Amour.

Je me lève, je m’agenouille devant elle. Je lève la tête. Le moment est solennel. Je sais au plus profond de mon être, que je désire depuis toujours: appartenir corps et âme à mon Épouse.

_J_ S’il te plaît, puis-je te demander quelque chose.

_S_ Vas y, je t’écoute.

_J_ Je souhaite sincèrement du plus profond de mon âme t’appartenir corps et âme. Veux-tu de moi comme ton mari dévoué et soumis? Veux-tu devenir ma MAÎTRESSE?

L’instant est magique. Elle est tellement heureuse, son visage rayonne de bonheur. Elle a les yeux brillants, elle pleure. Elle me prend le visage à deux mains, nos yeux sont aimantés. Elle s’approche, son baiser est intense.

_S_ Je t’aime JUJU.

_J_ Moi aussi, je t’aime “Maîtresse STÉPHANIE”.

Elle se relève, détache sa serviette, elle est nue devant moi, les mains posées sur ses hanches. Elle me regarde de sa hauteur, sûre d’elle, puissante. Sa beauté est un cadeau du ciel, son sourire éclaire mon âme. Son sexe est lisse, elle a les jambes légèrement écartées,.je vois ces petites lèvres luisantes, sa chatte est magnifique, je sens le parfum de son excitation, je désire tant la déguster.

_J_ Je t’aime, Maîtresse STÉPHANIE.

Tu es absolument magnifique, tu es la plus belle femme du monde. Tu es, tu seras la seule femme de ma vie.

Je suis tout à toi, mon corps, mon coeur, mon âme t’appartiennent. Merci.

_S_ Merci à toi mon juju, ton cadeau est la plus belle des offrandes. Tu es magnifique aussi. Je t’aime mon juju.

Embrasse moi, montre moi ta dévotion, ne met pas ta langue, juste tes lèvres. Oui approche ton visage, tu es à la bonne hauteur. Très bien, c’est parfait continue.

Tu vas vraiment faire absolument tout ce que je veux?

_J_ Oui mon Amour

_S_ Esat Escort Tu es mon mari dévoué et obéissant.

_J_ Oui Maîtresse STÉPHANIE.

_S_ Mon juju, si tu savais à quel point c’est bon de se sentir adulée, vénérée, je me sens si puissante.

Oui tu sens comme je suis excitée, je mouille, je coule comme une fontaine, ouvre grand ta bouche, avale, régale toi.

Stop.!!

Arrête, tu vas me faire jouir. Et puis non, continue, sert toi de toute ta langue, de tes lèvres maintenant, oui, plus haut, là c’est parfait. Ouiii mon clito, continue, ouiii plus fort, plus vite, oui aspire, utilise tes doigts, c’est ça enfonce les, ouiiiiiiiiiiiii, ne t’arrête pas, continu, plus vite, plus fort. OOOUUIIIIIII!!!

Elle jouie sur ma bouche, son orgasme est fulgurant, son nectar abondant, est délicieux, une cascade de ciprine coule directement dans ma bouche.

_S_ C”est trop bon mon juju. Tu es vraiment très doué. Non! ne bouge pas, tu vas avoir une stimulation supplémentaire pour finir tes devoirs. C’est tellement bon de me frotter la chatte sur ton visage. Garde la bouche ouverte.

Parfait, tu as le visage luisant de mon plaisir, ne t’essuie pas. je suis ta Maîtresse maintenant. Tu es marqué de mon parfum.

Allez finit la récréation, tu as des devoirs à terminer. Donne moi les feuilles. Il te reste 30 questions, bien. Après tu n’oublies pas ton cahier, il me tarde de te lire. La nuit dernière à été exceptionnelle et cet après-midi fut très riche aussi. Je te laisse, je dois téléphoner.

Applique toi bien, c’est parfait ce que tu écris. Les filles vont adorer.

Je t’aime mon petit juju.

Un baiser sur mes lèvres, elle a disparu. Je retourne à mes écrits, je bande comme un fou.

Ça y est elle veut bien être ma Maîtresse. Je suis le plus heureux des hommes. Je n’ai aucune idée de la suite, cela n’a pas du tout d’importance. Ce qui compte maintenant c’est de satisfaire mon Épouse. Elle seule compte. Je ne veux que son bonheur. Je lui fais entièrement confiance. Je me sens léger, heureux, libéré.

Sa saveur est absolument divine, je l’ai partout sur moi, en moi, son goût est le plus puissant aphrodisiaque du monde. Les questions s’enchaînent rapidement, oui j’aime ça,… oui j’ai déjà fait ça,… non je ne pratique pas ça,… Une heure plus tard je suis devant mon cahier, le questionnaire est rempli.

Par où commencer? La soirée, la nuit?j’ai découvert un monde insoupçonné. Je me suis découvert. Écrire me procure une émotion si troublante si excitante. Je n’ai même pas entendu STÉPHANIE qui, sans un mot vient récupérer les dernières feuilles.

La nuit dernière, elles m’ont cassé, humilié, elles ont brisé mes barrières, mes limites. Mais surtout, elles m’ont libéré. Je n’ai plus honte de mes désirs. Je peux accepter maintenant toutes leurs demandes sans crainte d’être rejeté ou jugé.

Elles ont un réel pouvoir sur moi. Je ne suis pas un homme faible, je ne suis pas un lâche. Je me soumets à leur autorité naturelle. Je sais ça va à l’encontre de toute la société patriarcale. Les “hommes” (les mâles) dominent les FEMMES depuis des siècles dans notre société occidentale. Je suis heureux de pouvoir dire, de montrer que je suis fier de vous obéir, et de vous servir MESDAMES.

Mes émotions de cette nuit sont tellement puissantes. Je ne crois pas avoir débandé de la soirée. La description de mes ressentis m’apporte en fait, une meilleure compréhension de moi même. Je comprends vraiment l’intérêt de cette mise à distance par l’écrit, c’est nécessaire et essentiel pour mon évolution. Cette introspection m’oblige à être honnête avec STÉPHANIE et avec moi même. Je ne triche plus avec mes sentiments, je n’en ai plus honte. Depuis toujours, ce désir est présent en moi. J’ai été élevé par mes grand-parents dans le respect des traditions. Mes parents sont morts quand j’avais 12 ans, j’ai vécu dans l’opulence toute ma vie. J’ai reçu beaucoup d’amour de mes grand-parents et surtout de mes grand-mères. C’était des femmes fortes qui tenaient les propriétés viticoles d’une main de maître. Elles m’ont appris le respect du travail et des femmes. Elles étaient féministes bien avant l’heure. Elles ont compris très vite que je ne reprendrai pas le travail de la vigne, ni les propriétés familiales elles m’ont encouragé à vivre ma vie comme je l’entendais. Elle m’ont laissé libre tout en faisant fructifier leurs biens, mes biens aujourd’hui. Je suis un homme riche, personne n’est au courant à part mon Épouse, bien sûr et son amie CHLOÉ.

Que dire de CHLOÉ? C’est la meilleure amie de mon Épouse. Je n’ai jamais eu envie de la “baiser”, pourtant, c’est une très belle Femme. Je: suis juste un serviteur zélé, excité par sa féminité et mon désir de soumission.

J’écris, je note toutes mes pensées, je me livre totalement. Le temps passe vite. STÉPHANIE est venue plusieurs fois, elle a ramené toutes les feuilles du questionnaire.

_S_ Je vais me coucher juju, continue.

_J_ Je n’ai pas finit mon Amour. Désolé, excuse Sıhhiye Escort moi.

_S_ Ce n’est pas grave mon juju, continue, applique toi, c’est vraiment génial tout ce que tu as écrit, je ne pensais jamais que tu ailles aussi loin dans tes réponses. J’ai encore appris des choses sur toi. PATRICIA et les filles vont alluciner, à tout à l’heure. Je suis très très fière de toi mon juju.

_J_ Merci mon Amour de Maîtresse.

Quatre heures du matin, je ferme le cahier heureux. Je pars me coucher, je ne réveille pas STÉPHANIE, elle a une grosse journée de travail qui l’attent. On se réveille en même temps, la journée s’annonce belle. Petit déjeuner tous les deux en terrasse, le soleil va être chaud aujourd’hui.

Une bonne douche, un nettoyage approfondi, un petit rasage de partout, il faut que je demande si une épilation définitive peu être possible, c’est une tâche fastidieuse même si je suis peu poilu.

Départ au travail, je suis le premier comme d’habitude, je me dénude dans la cuisine. Tout est prêt quand mes collègues arrivent.

J’ai posé la chemise rose sur la table. Personne ne me pose de questions, je suis nu, je fais le service. Les discussions vont bon train, je les serts, avec encore plus d’application et d’enthousiasme. Une voiture arrive, c’est MANON, elle nous informe que la réunion se fait à l’entrepôt. La directrice doit arriver dans un instant. PATRICIA me regarde longuement.

_P_ Habille toi juju, mais ne met pas ton caleçon. Tu continues comme d’habitude et tu ne prends aucune initiative.

_L_ Quel dommage, tu es si mignon tout nu, ironise LAETITIA.

Quelques minutes plus tard, la directrice arrive une poche de vienoiserie à la main. Elle salut chaque collègue pendant que j’installe le café, le thé et les vienoiseries sur un plateau. Je suis le dernier qu’elle salut.

_Dt_ Bonjour Julien, je vois que tu as tout bien préparé, c’est surprenant mais bien agréable.

_J_ Bonjour Madame la directrice.

Je suis le seul qui l’a salué ainsi. Elles l’on toutes appelé par son prénom et elles la tutoie. Tout le monde est installé, je suis le dernier assit. La réunion débute. L’ambiance se détend vite, Madame S, nous explique rapidement son parcours et les grandes lignes de son management. Elle ne souhaite pas tout révolutionner. Notre service fonctionne très bien, les enquêtes de satisfaction sont excellentes, les retours très positifs. Elle veut simplement être proche de ses salariés et faire son maximum pour améliorer nos conditions de travail.

La discussion est agréable, chacune parle de son poste, de ses conditions de travail,… Plusieurs fois je me lève pour servir un café, apporter du sucre, débarrasser.

La directrice ne fait pas de remarques sur mon attitude, mais j’ai l’impression que rien ne lui échappe. Je réponds moi aussi à différentes questions d’ordre technique et pratique.

MANON nous présente des documents pour améliorer le travail. Le contrôle qualité. La Réunion devient rapidement une vraie réunion de travail. Les dossiers passent de main en main.

PATRICIA à un moment ouvre le dossier rose, elle fait mine de le feuilleter, elle repose les feuilles sur la table, prétextant chercher un papier spécifique, toutes les filles ont compris ce que c’est, de plus ce sont les seules feuilles manuscrites. Là encore je suis sur que la directrice l’a remarqué. C’est le moment qu’elle choisie pour visiter l’entrepôt. Tout le monde se lève pour l’accompagner.

Je profite de ce moment pour ranger la table. MANON rassemble les différents documents. La table est vide seul le dossier rose reste ouvert sur la table. Elle ne me laisse pas le temps de le ranger elle m’appelle.

_M_ juju vient avec nous tu finira le rangement plus tard.

Les filles ont le sourire, quand je les rejoint avec MANON. je suis un peu mal à l’aise.

La directrice veut tout voir, elle discute simplement avec les filles, elles se tutoient, plaisantent. Vingt minutes suffisent pour faire le tour de l’entrepôt. La directrice nous complimente pour la propreté des locaux, PATRICIA lui répond qu’il faut féliciter notre petit juju car c’est moi le responsable.

Toujours pareil, elle ne fait pas de remarques mais son regard inquisiteur semble de plus en plus intéressé.

De retour dans la salle commune, elles continuent leurs discussion devant un café, pendant que je m’affaire à la préparation du repas. Le questionnaire est toujours sur la table.

_Dt_ MANON tu as oublié ce dossier.

C’est PATRICIA qui répond.

_P_ Non, ce n’est pas à MANON, c’est une sorte de contrôle qualité interne à notre équipe. C’est notre petit juju qui a bien voulu répondre à quelques questions pour nous aider à mieux le comprendre afin d’améliorer la dynamique d’équipe.

_Dt_ Je suis très surprise et surtout très curieuse PATRICIA, puis je le consulter?

_P_ Je n’y vois pas d’inconvénient, c’est juste un peu personnel je pense, n’est ce pas juju?

_J_ Oui Madame PATRICIA.

_P_ Tu devrais être content, notre directrice s’intéresse à ton travail. D’ailleurs, je dois te dire FLORENCE, aucune de nous ne l’a encore lu, il a fait ça ce week-end.

Je ne sais plus où me mettre, toute mon intimité est dans ce dossier. Je n’ai pas rempli ce questionnaire pour qu’il soit lu par ma directrice. J’ai vraiment peur d’être grillé, de perdre mon emploi, si elle découvre ce qu’il contient.

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