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Luke was 18 years old when his life changed completely. He had asked the school nurse if he could be picked up from school because he was feeling a bit off that day – suffering a headache, cold sweats, and feeling slightly nauseous. Certainly not feeling great, but also nothing terribly alarming. His mother Anne was in the middle of her hot yoga class when she saw her phone buzzing at the edge of her mat as the school nurse dialled.

She cursed inwardly as she saw the phone rattling about on the floor – it was uncourteous to the other students to bring a phone into practice with her, but as a devoted mother she knew it was moments like these when her children needed her that she knew it was OK to break the rules occasionally. Anne was in the middle of a quite tricky inversion pose at the time, and gracefully untangled her long legs as she returned to all fours on her mat and wiped the dripping sweat from her face before grabbing her phone and tiptoe-ing from the room with a silent “sorry” to her instructor, her sizeable breasts bouncing and barely contained by her sport bar as she made her way outside.

She attempted to key her unlock code into the touchscreen, but with her fingers still dripping in sweat the screen was mistyping the numbers she needed. “Oh good heavens!” she sighed in frustration, and wiped her sweaty palm and fingers across the driest piece of cloth she had available at the time – the tight yoga pants that stretched to contain her round, pert bottom. As she wiped her hand against her backside, her large cheeks were spread apart and a light hiss of gas escaped her dark hole in a girly fart. She sighed and smiled in relief. The various poses in her yoga sessions always left her a bit gassy afterwards, and she secretly loved the feeling of the hot gas leaving her body, puckering her under-appreciated arsehole as it went. Her fingers dry, she unlocked the phone and dialled the last missed call.

“Hello? This is Mrs Riesin calling. I just had a missed call from this number?” She flicked away a strand of long auburn hair that clung to her pale cheek as she spoke.

“Oh hello Mrs Riesin, it’s Linda from St Albans here. I’m afraid young Luke is feeling under the weather and will need to be picked up from school this afternoon if you are able.”

“The poor thing! I’ll head over shortly and pick him up. Thanks Linda. Tell my darling boy I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“No worries at all Mrs Riesin. I’ll let your daughter Margaret know that her younger brother is heading home sick also.”

All thoughts of finishing her yoga session now put aside, Anne Riesin made her way to the school to retrieve her beloved son. She coasted along the long straight roads towards St Albans, fretting as she thought of Luke ill. She had lost her husband Mark shortly after the birth of Luke in an accident at work, and had become extremely protective of her two children in the wake of that loss.

At 18 years old, Luke was the younger of her two children. A wonderful boy, she thought, and becoming handsome to boot. He stood at almost 5″8′ now; shorter than her own 5’11” frame but still growing, and he sported a cute mop of black hair, unbeknowingly in similar fashion to his late father. That brought a smile and a rosy warmth to her cheeks as she drove – they were beginning to look so alike. He was gentle, quiet sort – more interested in solitude with his music and books than socialising.

Her oldest child Margaret on the other hand, was turning into quite the socialite! She had inherited some of Anne’s best assets it had seemed; her flowing auburn hair matching her mother’s, and her plump bottom, thin waist and ample breasts giving her a classic hourglass figure that was beginning to attract plenty of attention from the boys at school. And occasionally the boy at home! Anne giggled to herself as she recalled earlier that morning when she spotted Luke struggling to conceal an unexpected and embarrassing erection in his boxer shorts – Margaret had unceremoniously Akdere Escort Bayan bounced into the kitchen for breakfast wearing nothing but white cotton panties and a pale pink tanktop, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. She had walked up beside Luke and leaned across the table directly in front of him to grab a piece of toast, and Anne laughed when she recalled poor Luke’s eyes widening and his mouth opening as his sisters barely clothed and glorious buttocks appeared unexpectedly directly in front of his nose.

“Margaret! Don’t torture your poor brother like that!” She cried with a laugh. “I need to get you a silk robe like mine or something! You can’t just walk around the house like that young lady. The poor boy has enough hormones running through him to make him horny enough as is, without you sticking your butt out there like that”

Luke blushed furiously as his mother talked about his obvious arousal. Anne loved her son, but she loved to tease him too, and thought he was extremely cute when flustered.

Margaret seemed quite unphased about tormenting her younger brother, shrugging as she remained bent over the table – leaning forward on her elbows, her bottom poised high, her back lightly arched as her fingers danced in the bread basket as she picked out a morsel for her breakfast. “That’s just slut-shaming mother!” She sung as she tore off a small piece of toast and popped it into her mouth. “I read about some articles about it on facebook the other day!”.

Much to Anne’s amusement, poor Luke just sat in his chair, mouth open and mesmerised by the wanton sight in front of him. Margaret had begun to slowly sway her hips from side to side, her cotton panties slowly sliding up her glutes and gathering into the crack of her beautiful arse. The edges of her dark hole and the curve of her outer lips were visible beneath her bunched up panties as she spoke. “It’s not my fault if some pervert fart-sniffer ogles me for wearing something that I’m perfectly comfortable in!” she said with a smirk.

Luke furrowed his brow and retorted hotly “I am not a fart sniffer!”

Margaret looked over her shoulder at her little brother with a mock look of shock her face, her auburn hair fanning out as she did so. She met his gaze framed between the globes of her backside. “Is that so?” Suddenly she slammed her bottom back towards his face, pinning his head against the back of the chair, his features lost in the round cheeks of her large bum, his nose and mouth pressed suddenly and tightly against the barely covered arsehole and pussy of his bossy older sister. Without skipping a beat she grunted and squeezed the muscles of her lower bowels, and Luke felt her anus balloon out against his nose as she ripped a hot, steamy fart into her brother’s pinned face.

“MARGARET!” Screamed Anne, shocked by her daughters lewdness. Luke recoiled with an audible groan as the foul wind forced it’s way straight up his nose and settled into his lungs. His head swam and a thick musty taste materialised on his tongue, making him gag and inhale even more. Anne stepped forward and swatted down hard on her daughter’s right arse cheek, sending waves of flesh rippling outward with a stinging slap.

“Oww!” shrieked Margaret as she hopped to the side and out of her mother’s reach, allowing Luke to take a ragged breath of fresh air as he struggled to recover from the humiliating act that his sister had just subjected him to. Margaret laughed as she rubbed her stinging backside, giggling even as she winced. “I brewed that one up all night long for you, little pervert!” she boasted, before turning and fleeing upstairs to her room to get ready for the school day.

“Oh you wicked girl!” Anne called out after her daughter, trying to suppress a shocked laugh herself. Luke, having regained his composure, put his hands angrily on the table and began to stand, ready to chase his sister down and make her answer for humiliating him to Escort Akdere thoroughly. Anne pressed down hard on her son’s shoulders from behind, forcing him to sit suddenly once again. When he looked up at her in confusion, she softened her grip and began to gently rub his shoulders. She noticed his erection was still visible, now even harder and straining beneath his boxer shorts. She leaned and put her lips close to his ear.

“Now sweetheart I know that what your sister just did was extremely unfair and upsetting to you, but I absolutely will not tolerate you coming to blows over silly pranks.” She stated in a soothing low voice.

“Prank?!” Exclaimed Luke incredulously. “She just-“

His mother cut him off abruptly, her voice turning more authoritarian. “I saw exactly what she did! … and I promise you I will have a very stern talking to her about it, trust me.”

Luke let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his mother’s hands. She always sided with his sister, it wasn’t fair, he thought.

It was true that Anne had a particularly close bond with her daughter Margaret. She looked so much like a young, freckled version of herself that she couldn’t help but treat her daughter as if she was imparting life lessons unto an earlier version of herself. She had worked methodically through the years to gain her daughter’s complete trust. She wanted to know everything that Margaret was thinking and doing, even going as far as to coax her daughter into becoming comfortable in sharing the most intimate details of her life. When they had their inevitable discussion about the birds and bees, Anne had bought her daughter a range of various sex toys to experiment with – to instill the point that she should be comfortable talking with her mother about anything and everything, no matter how potentially embarrassing. She even knew about which boys her daughter had fooled around with at school, and how far they had gone with them. Anne had even given her daughter various sex tips – she figured it was better for Margaret to go into these inevitable relationships with some ammunition, and as little sexual naievete as she could. It lowered her daughter’s chances of being taken advantage of. It resulted in a household of open sexual discourse.

Thinking of the events between Luke and Margaret the earlier that morning as she pulled into the school parking lot, Anne noticed a familiar wetness between her yoga-toned thighs. Something about Luke’s nose being tightly pressed into her daughter’s scantily clad arse crease, and the humiliation as he was forced to take his sister’s hot, steamy gas made her quim tingle. She dropped a manicured hand to the crotch of her yoga pants, cupping her pussy through the tight fabric as blood rushed toward her sex and swelled her lips. “Oh god I need to get laid!” she thought, laughing to herself at the thought of being so aroused after witnessing such a foul display from her mischievous daughter. Pulling into a parking spot, she turned off the car with her spare hand, and thought dreamily of the last man she had slept with as she rubbed her pussy slowly through her pants. It had been more than 5 years since her last tryst, and the man had been far too young for her to date publicly.

She had met him out celebrating over a few cocktails at a bar after finally settling her late husband’s estate – and securing a future of comfortable financial independence for herself and her – young at the time – children. His name was Jason, and at the time he was only 22 to her 34. A young machine-shop welder, he was crude and coarse and way too forward, but she was on a high from finally being finished with the endless meetings and solicitors, and she ached to feel someone kiss and lick and put their hands all over her body. Taking advantage of the sitter she had paid through until the end of the night, she took this young Jason back to a nearby hotel and fucked his brains out. She moaned and bit her lip Akdere Escort and she squirmed in the car, memories of the torrid night flooding back to her. The young stud’s wide eyes and she pushed him onto the creaky hotel bed. His muffled groan as she straddled his face and had him sloppily lick her pussy and asshole. His strong hands, gripping her arse cheeks as he pistoned his cock inside her, spasming in the throws of ecstasy. Her son’s nose pressed up to the rosebud of her daughter’s arse…

“Fuuuuuck” she whispered, shuddering as she came, sitting in her car outside her children’s school. Sticky pussy juice flooded from inside her folds, soaking through her panties and yoga pants and into the fingers that gyrated and pushed her on her aching clit. Her sizeable chest heaved as she breathed in gasps, shocked at the final image that had pushed her over the edge and into an intense climax. “Jesus. Pull it together Anne!” she muttered as she tried to freshen herself up before going in to retrieve her son from the school nurse. “At least I’m wearing black pants!” she giggled to herself, as she opened the car door to let herself out. She must have been sitting in there day dreaming and playing with herself for at least 10 minutes!

Anne could feel the creamy, sticky juices continuing to leak from her pussy and dribbling down to her dark hole as she walked, coating the ring of her anus with her cum. She squirmed and smiled as she walked. into the school to retrieve her poor little sick son.

Anne entered the school nurses office and was led swiftly to her son by Linda. Luke lay on a small bed with a damp cloth upon his face, dozing fitfully. Anne squatted down beside her son, and reaching up to his face, stroked him on the cheek to check his temperature. He groaned at her touch, and she was suddenly self conscious that he would recognise the musky scent of her sex that lingered on the fingers that she stroked his face with, but his temperature was soaring and he was sweating so much that she didn’t think he would have noticed even if he had been more aware.

“I’d best get him home and have the doctor make a home visit. Could you help me walk him to the car Linda?” Supported by the two women, Luke walked groggily to his mother’s car and took his seat. He felt horrible. This day just kept getting worse – first his sister humiliating him at breakfast, and now this horrible sickness he was coming down with.

Anne rushed her son home, and insisted he go straight to bed and rest while she called the family doctor, a woman named Mary who had seen to the children since they were just babies. Luke passed into a fitful sleep, and dreamed of terrible things. He dreamed that his hands and feet were bound, and were being stretched apart by some unseen darkness. His joints ached and cracked, his muscles became raw and tired from straining against their bonds. And then suddenly, instead of being stretched apart, he felt the force change direction – compressing his tired body inwards and on itself. He groaned and convulsed in his sleep, sweating profusely, his head seething in pain. Everything seemed to rush fast around him, and suddenly the pain ceased. He settled into a restless slumber.

Not long later, Luke was woken from his sleep by an ear-splitting shriek. He woke up with a start, and was immediately confused by the fact that he was naked and swamped in an enormous and somewhat heavy blanket of cloth. He tried to shrug off his confusion and rustle his way out of this oversize blanket, and emerged from underneath it. He was immediately confronted with the most bizarre and terrifying vision of his young life to date.

Two enormous faces peered down at him, giant mouths agape in shock. He recognised one as that of his beautiful mother, tears welling in her eyes, and the other as his childhood doctor, Mary. Their faces alone seemed to be more than three times the length of his entire body, and were towering over him. He scrambled back in terror, and realised the heavy blanket he had been trapped under was in fact his school shirt that he had worn to sleep. With a horrifying shock, he came to the realisation that he had somehow and against all reason, been shrunk down to a humiliating and diminutive size, and that his life would never be the same…

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Chapter 07

Her daughter takes over

On Tuesday afternoon Janice came home feeling very happy with herself. An offer of a permanent position with the advertising agency had been received, and she was bouncing with joy! There was no way she could return to high school, to complete the year, and sit the dreaded exams. Especially now a lucrative job was on offer.

Janice needed her step-mother to continue taking her place in school. It helped that Rose wasn’t too keen on returning to a boring accountancy job, so working on that angle might swing it. Janice was determined to find a way to get Rose to maintain her place in school for just for awhile longer.

Janice went into her mother’s room and gathered up the teen clothes she’d bought for her mom. Placing the clothes in appropriate bags, she was ready to return them. It had been fun dressing her mother up in young teen fashions, to see her squirm with embarrassment. Though now it was important to make her feel comfortable in the schoolgirl role.

They had a quick snack, before going shopping. Rose was talking excitedly about fashions, makeup, and friends in class. Janice was excited too, though she couldn’t talk about the job offer just yet.

‘A man I met the other night, Charley, well, he works at the agency,’ Janice casually mentioned.

‘Oh no! Was it embarrassing?’ Rose asked her daughter.

‘No, it was nice. We had a good chat about, well nothing much,’ Janice mused.

‘Was he the guy you danced with,’ Rose asked.

‘How did you know about that?’ Janice asked.

‘I heard Sylvia talking about it with the babysitter. He’s a bit old for you, isn’t he. You had a good time by what they said,’ Rose laughed.

‘I did. He’s nice. I’m old enough as far as he’s concerned,’ Janice lamely said.

‘Old enough for what,’ Rose teased.

‘Whatever I want. I’m in charge here so don’t forget it, girl,’ Janice teased her back.

‘Is he taking you out again?’ Rose mischievously asked.

‘Yes! We’re going out Saturday,’ Janice said, looking very pleased.

‘I’m glad for you. So, if you’re going out on a date, can I?’ Rose asked.

‘Not with the twins!’ Janice warned.

‘No! Don’t remind me, like, that was so bad. I can’t, like, believe I did that, yea!’ Rose grimaced.

‘Who then, a boy from school?’ Janice asked her mother.

‘Yes, you know him, he was around here last week. Paul, he’s my boyfriend, remember? We went out on a date,’ Rose reminded her.

‘Yes, I remember. You went to see a Disney film, for under thirteen’s,’ Janice teased.

‘It was all we could get in to see, yea! Like, mom, it was your fault, you made me wear that skimpy skirt and top. The way you did my makeup, I was lucky to get into a thirteen movie,’ Rose complained.

‘Paul liked it, he said you looked cute,’ Janice laughed.

‘Oh, yea, like, he knows nothing,’ Rose joined in the laughter.

‘I could tell you enjoyed yourself, that’s the important thing,’ Janice said.

Rose went quiet for a moment, with the memory of them making out on the back seat of his car. Until then, she hadn’t realised how much she needed sex. It had been two years since her husband died, and she hadn’t even gone out on a date.

‘Like, lighten up, mom, yea. Anyway, I want to go out on a date Saturday. I’ve got to make it up to him, after, you know, like, what happened. No! I haven’t told him, and he’s not to find out!’ Rose petulantly spoke.

‘Alright. I won’t say anything about the twins. I won’t tell him you’re a dirty slut,’ she told her mother.

‘Mom! I’m not! It kinda just happened, yea. I didn’t mean it, like, the twins were so, like, you know, handy. I’m just a schoolgirl, so they took advantage. They wouldn’t have dared if I was an adult!’ Rose squirmed on the seat, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

‘You’re on the pill now, so why not,’ Janice smiled.

‘Mom! I’m not going to do anything, like, no way!’ Rose lied.

Janice was about to remind her mother that she had been caught by a neighbour. She was a twenty-six year old woman, and shouldn’t go out with a boy from school. Whilst immersed in the role of an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl, the woman had conveniently forgotten how inappropriate it was. Janice wasn’t going to discourage her now this job had been offered. It seemed a good opportunity to keep her happily in the role of schoolgirl.

‘Just give it a few days for the pill to take effect, then you’ll be covered. You’ll be alright by Saturday,’ Janice encouraged her mother.

‘No! I’m not going to do it! Like, what do you mean?’ Rose quietly asked.

‘The contraceptive pill won’t take effect for a few days, so you need to wait,’ Janice explained.

‘Like, this is the same one as before, yea?’ Rose pointed out.

‘Oh, yes, of course, err, well, don’t do anything, just wait a few days. Promise me,’ Janice told her mother.

‘Of course. Like, I can’t can I, you know, with, err, like, a boy from school, yea,’ Rose hesitantly spoke.

Rose wondered what all that was about. Her daughter had Ufuktepe Escort registered her with a doctor, to put her on the pill, when she already had a prescription. It was supposed to be just to get a prescription in her new name, Janice. Her daughter could now take her contraceptive pill, in the name of Rose.

Oh! Shit! Was her daughter already stealing her pill?

‘So you’ll be taking the pill issued in my name. I didn’t need it, so that’s alright. Probably won’t need it now, either,’ Rose commented.

‘Well, that’s right, you didn’t need it, so I’ve been taking it,’ Janice let slip.

‘No problem,’ Rose grimaced, and sipped at the coffee, trying to hide a look of fear.

‘You all right? You look very pale, sweetie,’ Janice told her mother.

‘I’m alright, it’s probably the pill,’ Rose grimaced. ‘I’ll go and change.’

As her mother walked out of the kitchen, Janice realised what she had been doing. She’d been encouraging her mother to fuck a schoolboy! She’d put her on the pill, and told her she could screw her boyfriend, Paul. Janice chortled to herself, from the strange situation, and from enjoying this new power over an adult.

In her room Rose fell onto the bed.

‘Damn! I’ve had sex with Paul! Twice! What if I become pregnant? I might be carrying his kid right now! That boy’s child might be forming inside me at this very minute!’

‘Oh! God! No! The twins, they both fucked me, more than once!’ Rose cried out.

‘Oh! God! What will I do? Paul might want to marry me. Everyone thinks I’m a schoolgirl, so they’ll make the decision for me. I could be coerced into marrying an eighteen-year-old boy. I might not have a choice! My step-daughter will have a father a month older than her. I’ll have a husband eight years younger than me!’

‘Shit! I’ll have to get hold of a pregnancy test kit.’

‘You alright? You don’t look it. We’ll put off the shopping trip till tomorrow,’ Janice told her. ‘You slip into bed, and I’ll bring you a hot drink,’ Janice said, while checking her brow for a temperature.

‘I’ll be alright,’ Rose quietly said.

***

Next day Janice phoned the school telling them her daughter, “Janice”, was ill and wouldn’t be in today. While Janice was at work, Rose snuck out, dressed in her adult clothes to purchase a pregnancy test kit. It felt uncomfortable, as though she weren’t entitled to wear her old adult clothes anymore. There was still money in her account, so she bought three.

Fortunately they were all negative, which was more than a positive result for her.

Janice arrived home to find her mother mended.

‘Hi, mom!’ Rose said, greeting her with a big hug, and with the dinner ready.

They naturally talked together as mother and daughter, only the wrong way around. Rose talked about school, and how much she enjoyed it, and how well she was doing at the lessons. She mentioned Paul more than a few times.

Janice was pleased to have accepted the job offer, thinking everything would have to work out somehow. Her mother seemed happy and excited to be going out on a date with Paul on Saturday. This time she wasn’t going to discourage her. Letting slip about stealing her mother’s pill hadn’t been noticed, so she’d got away with it.

She had been worrying about her mother sleeping with the twins, and how that could have been a disaster. Finding the pregnancy test kits hidden in the bathroom rubbish bin, was a great relief. So, that was why her mother had looked so ill, and took the day off.

Janice gave her mother a big hug, and kissed her forehead.

‘You’re a lovely girl, Janice. I’m proud of you. Doing well in school is important. I’m glad you are popular and have so many friends in school,’ she told her mother, laying it on thick.

Rose was about to say something, but succumbed to the warm, heartfelt feelings. It wasn’t just her losing herself in the role reversal. It was her daughter too. They excitedly chatted on the way to the mall. They were once more having fun together.

***

‘Try these on,’ Janice told her mother.

Keeping her mother in the role of schoolgirl had been easier than she thought. Her innocent baby-face looks, and clear skin, helped keep the subterfuge going in school, and at home with neighbours. More than anything it was the way she stood, behaved, and reacted to others, that swung it.

‘Like, wow, these are fab! The girls have been talking about mini-shorts, thanks, mom,’ Rose exuberantly thanked her daughter.

It was best not to tell her mother that the other girls hadn’t been allowed to wear them, or even buy a pair. At least that’s what the other mothers had told her.

Janice wanted to laugh but went along with it. Her mother wore a tight pair of very brief shorts, with a crop top. Her breasts were too big for the top, but she didn’t seem to be bothered. Maybe she wanted to wear slutty clothes as a teenager, only grandma and grandpa were too strict.

That was it, the woman was re-living her youth, with more confidence and experience this time. She Ufuktepe Escort Bayan also had a better figure to impress the boys. That was the worrying thing, that her mother was impressing the boys.

It looked as though she had been poured into the damn shorts! There was a hint of a camel toe, which wasn’t pleasant to see on her mother. Her cheeks pushed out from under the shorts, and they cut between her cheeks. The top struggled to hold her large breasts. The boys from school would certainly be interested in her mother. Any male would be.

Janice glanced in a mirror, and found she was dressed in a complete opposite style. Dressing older meant wearing her mother’s smart skirt suits in the office. Some evening outfits could be made to fit. Behaving like a good mother, was meant to keep the woman sweet.

Trying on more clothes was fun for both of them. It was surprising that Rose wasn’t complaining about the expense. It showed how much she had sunk into the role of irresponsible adolescent.

‘A short skirt with leggings, like, okay?’ Rose smiled at her daughter.

‘For the Saturday date?’ Janice asked.

‘It’s with my boyfriend, Paul. Like, can you remember his name!’ she complained.

Janice looked at her mother and had to hold back a hearty laugh. The woman was no more. In her place was an awkward schoolgirl, learning to be attractive to boys. It was funny seeing her like this. Janice wanted to hug her, and look after her.

Was she doing the right thing, forcing her mother to be a schoolgirl? It was all for her own benefit not for Rose. She was using the woman, as her father had.

‘What? Are they alright? Why are you looking at me like that? Mom!’ Rose asked.

‘Nothing, it’s alright, just daydreaming. You look lovely. The boys will really go for you, girl,’ Janice sighed.

‘Mom!’ Rose said, looking embarrassed.

She watched her mother swinging her hips, twirling the short skirt. It lifted up showing off the thin leggings. The skirt was supposed to be nothing more than a strip of material covering her delicate bits. It was far too short not to wear leggings.

Her school skirt was long in comparison. On a schoolgirl the uniform skirt was just about acceptable, but on a woman it was skanky. As were this skirt and the shorts, she had chosen.

‘Are you happy in school, and everything?’ Janice asked.

‘Like, yea, the teacher is nice to me, and I’m good at lessons and stuff, and I like the girls in class. So yea, like, it’s okay,’ Rose shrugged.

‘Alright then, that’s settled. I’m glad,’ Janice decided.

The clothes were inappropriate for a mature woman, being too brief and provocative. Pretending to be an adolescent, she could just about get away with the look. Janice wasn’t sure about dressing her mother up to look like a young slut. Though, seeing how happy she was, Janice praised her, rather than criticise.

‘It’s not showing my ass is it?’ Rose asked.

‘Why not? You have a cute bottom,’ Janice laughed.

‘Mom! You’re teasing me. Okay, I’ll take these. You sure know how to pick clothes,’ Rose smiled.

Everything she tried on had been chosen to impress her boyfriend. She’d been moody with him recently, mostly from guilt over the twins. A fear of being pregnant had nagged in the back of her mind. As Janice had pointed out, she was on the pill, and this gave her a freedom of choice.

***

A couple of days passed without anything going wrong for a change. They both settled into their role reversal, to the point of almost forgetting who they really were. Thursday came around too soon. Rose was excited over going on a date with Paul, though an idea crept in to spoil things.

‘What’s the matter, girl,’ Janice asked her mother.

‘It’s Paul,’ the woman sniffed.

‘Has he let you down? He’s gone off you?’ Janice asked.

‘No! It’s not that. He’ll be expecting me to be at school on Monday. This is my last week, as we’ve got to change over. He’ll be so disappointed. I can’t go out with him Saturday, knowing I’ll have to break up with him!’

Janice hugged her mother, while building the courage to mention an idea forming. She pulled her onto her lap, for a reassuring cuddle, as though the woman was a child.

‘I know it’s difficult. Are you fond of him, or in love?’ Janice asked.

‘I don’t know. . . You won’t laugh at me?’ Rose quietly spoke.

‘Of course not. We’ve been through a lot in the past two weeks. It’s been two years, since, you know. You must be lonely. You need a man to hold you, and love you,’ Janice told her mother.

‘It sounds crazy, but I’ve got a big crush on him,’ Rose admitted.

‘It isn’t crazy. He’s a nice guy, and you needed someone to look after you. In that way, I mean,’ Janice firmly spoke.

‘I guess so. It shouldn’t have been a boy in school,’ her mother said.

‘Nonsense! You never know where you’ll meet the right person for you,’ Janice soothed, while gently rocking her.

‘It’s no good, is it. I’m not going to school Monday. So that’s that,’ Escort Ufuktepe she moaned.

‘What if we just kept things as they are? Would you like that?’ Janice asked.

‘I guess so. But it never works out like that. Something always goes wrong,’ Rose sighed.

‘We’ve made it work so far. Against the odds you’ve done well in school. You’ve got on great with everyone. I’m proud of you, girl,’ Janice smiled, and stroked her hair.

‘I’ve got to go back to work. We need money. Your wages were spent on clothes. We can’t live on nothing,’ Rose pointed out.

‘I’m getting enough, and they want me to stay,’ Janice said.

‘You’re getting that much? No wonder you could afford those new clothes. What about my job, I’ve got to go back,’ Rose said.

‘We can live on my pay, and they’ll hold your job for three months. I asked them. It’s just three months to the end of the school year. You can go back to work then. I’ll be able to stay in my job, earning plenty for us,’ Janice firmly laid out the facts.

‘I don’t know. I could be found out, while in class. I’d be prosecuted, or something,’ Rose lamely said.

‘Everyone thinks you are me, Janice. You really are Janice, the schoolgirl. At school, with friends, the teachers, even here with the neighbours. You are Janice the schoolgirl,’ Janice pointed out.

Janice could see her mother was weakening. Working on her, convincing her, got them into this situation. A little more effort and she would get her own way again.

‘You won’t have to break up with Paul. You enjoy going to school, and hate that boring accountancy job. You won’t have the mean supervisor breathing down your neck. You’ll have your friends in school. You can go out anytime you like. Buy new fashionable clothes, to impress Paul, and your friends in school,’ Janice strongly advised.

‘Maybe. I do have nice friends in school. I would hate to let Paul down. The teacher has been real nice to me recently. There’s a test next week, and, like, I should do real good,’ Rose said, sinking back into the role.

‘See, you are doing so well, you can’t spoil that. Everyone around here thinks you’re a schoolgirl, and you are blending in at school. You’re a natural, and you enjoy it. Why spoil things, and let everyone down. You can do it, and I’ll help you. Come on, girl, it won’t be for long,’ Janice cajoled her mother

‘Alright, I’ll try,’ Rose weakly smiled.

‘That’s it! That’s all we can ever do, is try. You’ll see, girl, we’ll do it. I’m proud of my girl. You’re a lovely schoolgirl. What are you?’ Janice insisted.

‘I’m a lovely schoolgirl,’ Rose smiled, and managed a short laugh.

Janice was proud of her powers of persuasion. Her step-mother was a pushover, so it didn’t really count that much.

‘You’re right. I go to school, I’ve got a boyfriend in school, I wear a school uniform, I go out with school friends. I really am a schoolgirl,’ Rose murmured.

The woman sighed, and buried her head in Janice’s shoulder. Janice hugged her tight and rocked her on her lap. It wasn’t two weeks yet, and she was certainly into the schoolgirl role. At some point Janice would have to bring her out of the schoolgirl game, for a rest, and a return to normality.

She wondered what her mother would be like after three months of being a schoolgirl, all day, every day. In a classroom of adolescents Rose had picked up on the group behaviour. Janice knew this was a natural thing to do, but didn’t know what the end result might be.

Was she doing the right thing? How would her mother cope with three whole months of being a schoolgirl. They had more money coming in, she enjoyed working in the office, and Rose enjoyed school. How it would all turn out, only time would tell.

‘You’d best finish your chores, tidy your room up, and finish your homework,’ Janice told her mother.

‘Okay, mom, whatever you say. I promise to be a good girl,’ Rose happily declared.

‘That means not doing it with twins,’ she teased.

‘Mom! Stop it! I’m real sorry, honest,’ Rose said, while going red, and looking highly embarrassed.

***

Friday afternoon Rose was late coming home. Janice was early so she could be there for her. As her mother came through the door, she burst into tears, sobbing like a little girl. Janice had to tease out what was wrong.

‘They didn’t wait until Monday. The administration office gave me a new Id card, with my photo and standard class number,’ Rose explained, around sobs.

‘Tell me what does that mean, girl,’ Janice prodded her mother.

‘You can’t use this Id for the new class, it’s got my photo on it,’ Rose tried to explain.

‘That’s alright, we’re not swapping places again. We agreed you would take my place, till the end of the year,’ Janice sympathetically explained.

‘Like, you don’t understand,’ Rose tearfully spoke.

‘Well, tell me then,’ Janice said, nearly losing patience.

‘I gave my date of birth, with your year of birth. It was easier to remember. That’s what’s on the Id card, and in their records,’ she explained.

‘So what. It doesn’t matter. Oh!’ Janice suddenly caught on.

‘I’m a month too young for twelfth grade. I’ve got to do eleventh grade again. It’s, like, going to be part of my punishment. I spent two weeks in the assessment class, so I have to drop a grade as well. I won’t be a senior next week!’ Rose cried.

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My white frilly lace panties delicately pulled down passed my stocking tops, so as to not crimp the lace, dangle from my ankles. The twelve inch small chain that holds my ankles and the thin steel cuffs locked to it rests on the carpeted floor, the panties rest on top of it and cover the tops of my 3″ spike heel pumps. My small but erect penis exposed in front of me bobs slightly. It bobs in front of my mother’s face. It’s wet from her saliva. My locking penis restraint taken off by her and placed on the table next to me in plain view, I moan and whimper. She looks up at me.

“It’s that time of the month, baby boy.”

She laughs. Reaching up she runs her hand over my wet penis.

“I remember when ‘that time of the month’ meant something I didn’t like but had to put up with as a real girl. Not a sissy girl like you, honey.”

She smiles wickedly up at me.

“Do you love your mother?”

I struggle to say ‘Yes, Ma’am’ but all that comes out is ‘Yethh, Maaaa’.

The life like four inch rubber cock plugs my mouth. It’s locked by a strap around the back of my head. Another life like eight inch rubber cock bounces in the front of my face, at my mouth level. This strap on facial dildo is now almost a permanent fixture. It’s part of my domestic sissy girl servant outfit that I wear when cleaning and doing my household chores. The only time it’s removed is for the three men I see regularly, friends of my mother’s that are part of her more than ‘special inner circle’.

“Don’t you dare let any of that messy stuff drip on my blouse. I’m having lunch with my friend Barbara later this afternoon.”

She is seated on an overstuffed leather ottoman in front of me. She’s in tight white short shorts, white sandals with hugely jeweled straps, a black crisp blouse, the shirt-ends tied up under her breasts pushing them up and out. Her hair is in a French twist and her earrings dangle, large hoops at her shoulders. She is, as always, gorgeous. She is just passed 60 years old but doesn’t look a day passed 40. Nobody would know my mother’s real age. She is cougar hot and dresses the part.

One of my male clients, ‘mother’s friend’, is a judge she practices in front of almost weekly representing the rich and powerful. She is every bit the consummate power player woman. And I am her sissy house girl. I have been her total slave for over two and a half years now, something I give of myself willingly. I am hopelessly addicted to my mother and the way she treats me.

“Come on, baby. You know what I want. Give it to your dear old mother. Come on, baby. Cum in my mouth. Don’t keep me waiting.”

She purrs up at me in the softest girly voice. The she puts my small and bobbing erection back into her mouth. I feel her tongue wrap up and around the bottom of the shaft, cover the hole. She presses it to the roof of her mouth and starts to pump. She slowly and methodically masturbates me with her mouth. I feel her hands reach around and grip my exposed and bare baby smooth cheeks. She slightly spreads them as she holds me in place. I fell her fingernails dig into me hold me firmly as she pumps to make me cum. I can only mumble, stutter, whimper under the rubber cock filling my mouth.

And then I feel ‘the feeling’. She does too. She feels my tiny boy-like erection start to throb in her mouth, feels me move from foot to foot slightly. She holds me tight and all the way in, all the way to the back of her throat.

I don’t cum. I drip, sissy-like drip. As each boy like little spurt goes into her mouth she swallows it all. She holds me in place, milking the last of it out of me. She looks up at me and takes her hands off of my butt. She takes my penis Abidinpaşa Escort in one hand, by the base of it. She milks the last of my cum out of it, pulls her tight fingers up from the base along the tiny shaft. She slowly licks the end of it, sucks the head of it as she stares up at me. And then she is finished.

“Good boy. Now was that so hard?”

I get to cum other times. She has me masturbate in front of her, always finishing into her hand. And after licking and sucking her hand clean, it’s right back into my locking penis cage. But once a month she gives me my special reward, only once per month. She runs her hand up my leg affectionately. She pets my butt. She leans forward and kisses my now soft penis.

“Baby, I love doing that for you. I really do. I love my little boy. I love you very much.”

She takes my soft little thing tight in her hand and puts my penis harness, a locking CB6000, cage back on. She takes it from the table and forces me back into it. It pinches my balls. I cry out, struggle to stay perfectly still. She handles me roughly, pushing my very slight semi erection back into it and locks the retaining ring and shaft pins in place, locks it up around my balls. She ignores my wincing, slight pull back as she clicks the tiny pad lock in in place. She stands and walks to her purse on the table under the large mirror on the wall of her living room. Her bare smooth fit legs, her tight shorts showing off her perfect rear end, I feel my little thing stir agian. I am so hopelessly in love with her.

“That was nice, baby. It really was. You know I enjoy that. I think I enjoy it more than you do. I always wanted to do that to you when you were little but held back. It wouldn’t have been right. Even I have standards. You know that I’ve told you that before. Does anyone in the entire world have a kinkier relationship than we do? I think not, sweetie.”

She laughs loud. The men I see, all three of them, know about my mother’s mouth too. But that’s not why they come to her home. They come for me. Men with special tastes, one a judge, one a bank president, and the other a restaurant chain owner, they are all rich and successful men with special tastes. It’s a club, so to speak, a very special kinky club. It’s a ritual for my mother. She always shows them into the living room, where we are now. I’m always dressed in my finest and sometimes kinkiest sissy girl things. I serve them drinks listen to them chat about everything and anything. And when she’s ready for me ‘to be put to use’, as she says, she stands and excuses herself with the same line, “I’ll leave you two alone. I know you have things to talk about that don’t concern me.”. With that she always wags an index finger at me and says, “You be a good girl!” And then she leaves the room, leaves me to the man in her living room.

Only one man takes me right there in her living room, the judge. He likes me to over the arm of the large easy chair. He likes me butt up panties down, after he’s had my mouth. And he never takes his clothes off like the others do. He has me kneel in front of him, unzip him, and take him out of his fly. Every Monday night he takes me like that.

My mother has been a lover to each of these men at one time or another over the past years. And she is a very good ‘huntress’ for this type man. Each a married man that does not get from their wife what they can get from me, she found out about my sissy whore thing when I lived alone and would meet men on AOL chat. She’s exploited that ever since. And her men, my clients, love to ‘play the game’ as my mother refers to it. Each pays one hundred dollars cash per night for my ‘favors’, Escort Abidinpaşa usually once a week. This money, my mother says, goes to my ‘college fund’, teasing me. I am long passed college. That makes it kinkier for my mother and she loves that. She says seeing a one hundred dollar bill on the table, me, a total mess after a man is through with me and gone, makes her wet. She teases that it pays for my makeup and k-y jelly.

I prepare meticulously for these men, hair, makeup, dressing sexy but not slutty, all of it. Only one of them demands that my cock restraint be removed before he arrives, the banker. And that is because he likes to hold my butt up high from behind by my soft penis pulled back between my legs when he paddles me. He addles me hard before fucking me. And for him, mother always has the paddle out, sitting on the ottoman as the two of them talk, the ottoman she was just on in front of me.

My life is one of total subservience to my mother. And even if I wanted to escape all of this, which I don’t, I couldn’t at this point. I am my mother’s full-time whore, house girl and slave. I have no male clothing, no means of support, no house to return to. She saw to all that two years ago. It’s been over a year and a half since I’ve been out in the real world. I’m completely addicted to it all, to her, to my life as her submissive live-in full-time sissy girl whore and house maid.

She applies deep red lipstick, looking at herself in the mirror. She looks back at me in the mirror. She smiles.

“Pull those panties up. You look like a little tramp. Little tramps get their butts whipped. You know that!”

She stares coldly at me in the mirror. I hurry to mumble, ‘yettth, maaaamm’ through my dildo gag and quickly bend to pull them up. Careful to not let my lace and brocade thigh high nylon tops get caught in them, I adjust it all as she watches in the mirror. She goes back to her lipstick

“Good little girl. That’s a proper lady. I don’t know which is hotter. You, or what I had going on with your father. He was the most submissive man I’ve ever had. Until I brought you along after our night of confession in the restaurant, remember baby? I discovered my wonderful son and his likeness to his daddy. What a coincidence. His cock was much bigger than your little thing. Maybe you should have been a real girl.”

She checks herself in the mirror as she talks to me.

“If the world knew about us they’d probably have us committed. Hopefully we’d be in a padded cell together. I know I’d never be able to show my face in town or in a courtroom ever again. What we have is wonderful.”

She smiles at me, stares at me. She goes back to her makeup. My father, kept hidden from me while I was growing up, was my mother’s total slave. It was a complete S&M Dominatrix driven ‘marriage’. It was all kept secret from me. I never thought anything of it that he did all the housework. I’d see him go to the basement when my ‘Uncle Phillip’ would come to visit. I found out later from my mother that my ‘uncle’ was my father’s boss and my mother’s lover. She told me he fucked her on their honeymoon night and that she wondered if maybe he was my real father. And he was the man that had her anytime he wanted her. He just showed up at your house at any time. I remember seeing once, only once, my mother on her knees in front of him, her hurrying to close the bedroom door as I went to my room. She told me all of it when I moved into her house.

All of this told to me by my mother after she found me seeing men after my divorce and we had ‘the talk’. I found out that the discipline room with the concealed door in her basement Abidinpaşa Escort Bayan was built by my father. It’s now my discipline room. I’ve had all of this explained to me in detail while restrained over the whipping horse too many times to count.

“I expect this house spotless when I come home later. And I think it’s time for a collar, leash and riding crop inspection. Don’t you, honey? It’s been a couple weeks, hasn’t it?”

She finishes her lipstick, presses her lips together, and puts the top back on the tube, puts it back into her purse.

“Yeeehtth, Maa…”

She walks me through the house on collar and leash, my wrists cuffed behind my back. Even the slightest messy area, or any lack of attention to detail on my part, results in a severe whipping on the spot. It results in sometimes being taken to the punishment room in the basement for more than serious discipline. She wants the floors clean enough for me to eat cum off of. And she makes that happen regularly too.

“I have another man I’m going to show you off to. I am having drinks with him later tonight. He’s pretty much already there, as far as you go, his tastes are for sissy boys just like you. William told me about him. He’s one of us. William swears for him. And that’s good enough for me.”

William is the judge, one of her best friends, her oldest lover. And he’s one of my biggest ‘fans’, as she teases me with. He likes total girly girl. He likes to breed me, fuck long and hard with me over a chair so he can get deeper into me. I am always the sorest after he leaves me full of his cum. He goes on for what seems like forever. Of the men I see I like him the best. I love being fucked, taken by a man in a business suit. I think the record is him having me for an hour and half straight. The others are erotic but he’s my favorite.

“I’ll be back here around 7pm. Have my bath ready for me. We’ll do a quick inspection. It had all better be squeaky clean, little girl. I want something sexy but not over the top laid out on my bed for my meeting with hopefully your next client. Something with a short skirt, 4″ heels, you know what men like, sweetie. Not that my little boy is a man.”

She walked to me, smiling. The chain between my ankles jingled as she hugged me, kissed my cheek, pushing the huge rubber penis on my face out of the way and off to the side.

“We may use this thing later tonight. I may let you see my butt as you fuck me with that thing. I may want you on your knees, that rubber cock up straight. You love my butt, don’t you? You love seeing mommy’s rear end? I better stop. I’m making myself wet, honey. And I don’t want my friend Barbara thinking I’m hot for her.”

She laughed, kissed my cheek again.

“But you never know. She might be fun. Now be a good boy and clean my house. I know you love doing that for me.”

She patted my butt, hugged me and told me that she loved me. She walked off toward the hall door that led to the garage. In an instant she was gone.

I heard her car start. I thought about my life with her, total servitude we both made happen. I felt my penis strain at its cage as I thought about her rewarding me with her mouth, my once a month reward. I felt myself wiggle and mince, ankles held tight by my chain and ankle cuffs, as I started to do my chores being so careful to all of them right. I thought about what my next ‘client’ will be like. Three men per week, another one would make four. My mother doesn’t need the money. She tells me she does love spending it though, knowing I ‘earned’ if for her. But she hardly needs the money. The money is to shame me. She said that, to humiliate me and remind me what I am in her house.

She needs my slave like devotion adoring submission and complete sexual kinkiness. And I would never want that to change. I would never deny her that. My mother is my undeniable Mistress.

I felt my little thing get wet on the end just thinking that. I started my chores, my penis straining at its cage.

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William lay wide awake in his bed knowing this was to be his final day with Miss Danvers. The sheer thought of her majestic presence sent his cock hard and he closed his eyes and dreamt of her. Her perfume seemed to be permanently in his nostrils and it sent his senses swirling.

She had changed his world upside down and made him into a subservient cocksucker in a matter of days. But for the first time, he identified as one, and the thought of what he had done brought no shame and no embarrassment to his face. When she proclaimed how proud she was of him he was genuinely happy to bring her pleasure.

Rising early, he made his mother’s breakfast ready for her. She had no idea what had brought about this turnaround but she was eternally happy to whoever had caused it. Even some of the neighbors had started smiling at her and waved hello when they passed.

After his mother left for work he sprinted to the bathroom to shower and douche ready for Miss Danver’s, his heart already starting to pound with excitement. Once dressed he waited impatiently longing for the clock to move quicker, slowly moving closer to noon.

At noon he was at her door, nervously knocking. When she opened the door his breath was taken away by her perfect beauty, her smile almost making him dizzy.

“Well do come in my eager little puppy,” she smiled down at her now obedient pupil. “Mr. Connor, yesterday’s workman gave you a glorious review, better than any girl he’s had.” She stroked his face, “I knew you had talent, you just need the right tutor.”

As he followed her into the house his eyes couldn’t help scanning her magnificent figure. She was dressed into a tight-fitting business suit that made her look sexy and severe, the trousers tight to her perfect firm buttocks.

William walked over to his customary table and started to remove his trousers, it was only then that he realized the presence of Sally. She sat facing him on the sofa, she smiled confidently as he became aware of her.

“Ah yes, I thought seeing as this is your last day with me I would invite my protege over to watch and observe, you don’t mind, do you? She asked but it was a question not requiring an answer.

William Şenlik Escort shook his head no. “Good boy, now I think you should strip totally today,” giving his bottom a playful slap. “Come along chop chop.”

As William stripped all of his clothes off his eye kept glancing at the smirking Sally. He knew she hated him and that she must have been dreaming of this day to get her vengeance. She was dressed almost identically to Miss Danver’s, her hairstyle and dress sense had the fingerprints of his mistress all over her. No longer the blonde bimbo he used to bully, he had to admit she looked impressive.

A sharp spank brought him back to reality, “Assume the position boy.” Miss Danver’s pushing his face flat against the table.

She stroked her leather gloved hand over his tight round arse, ” He does have a rather beautiful little arse, doesn’t he Sally?

Sally laughed, “yes he has a proper little sissy arse, MissDanvers.”

“Well as we found out yesterday, he has a good little sissy mouth.” Miss Danvers gleefully recounted.

William flushed with embarrassment for the first time as Sally learned what he had done to the workman and his glowing reference.

Sally leaned forward catching his eye, “I only wish I had seen that, him sucking off a real man.” She couldn’t help grinning as Miss Danvers applied the lube to his tight hole, running her leather-clad finger all over it.

“I think today I will go for a nice black one today, slightly different than you’re used to but I’m sure you won’t disappoint me.” She placed the head of the cock against his hole letting him know the thickness to come.

William gripped the edge of the table, he knew this was the thickest yet as it slowly pressed in. As it pushed deeper he forlornly tried not to moan but as it stretched him he failed. It seemed to go deeper forever, the thickness making his eyes water and his face grimace.

“Oh Good boy, I’ll hold here and let you get used to it.” Her gloved hands gripping his waist.

Her becalming voice making him trust her and as usual, she was right. The pain slowly started to subside as she gently slid out and then back Şenlik Escort Bayan in. It was here that William slowly realized that he was being fucked, it was her strap on cock deep in him, not his usual plug.

The groans fell from his lips with each thrust of her cock, his whole body trembled from her mastery. He put up no fight, no resistance, he did not want to be anywhere else but here. As her speed picked up his head spun, the noises he made he had never dreamt could come from his mouth.

“He even moans like a sissy,” Sally squealed with delight as she bounced on the sofa.

Almost impossibly he had forgotten about Sally, he should be crushed with the shame but he didn’t want it to stop. To please his mistress and receive this pleasure back was all his mind could handle.

Miss Danvers slid her cock in deep and held it there, pulling his head back by the hair. “Do you want me to stop or do want you me to fuck your little faggot arse harder boy?”

“Oh please fuck my faggot arse harder, Miss Danvers,” he pleaded. He got his wish with a pounding only an expert mistress can administer, the table being the only thing keeping his legs standing.

When her cock withdrew he collapsed on the table, his sore hole felt like it gaped wide.” I think my protege should take over, I think she’s earned it,” and Miss Danver’s playfully slapped his ass goodbye.

Sally strode forward purposely, her own strap on swinging as she walked. She spanked him hard, “get that ass back up bitch.” Years of frustration and humiliation were going to get their payback, she poured more lube of his hole and toyed a finger over it. “Beg for my cock, slut.”

William has resumed his position, hands on the table, and lifting his arse up for his mistress. But that mistress now was Sally, the girl who he had ridiculed and dominated for years. How could he let her use him like this but that tone in her voice made him feel almost as erotically alive as Miss Danvers had.”Please fuck my ass, Sally.”

She spanked him as hard as she had ever hit anyone, “Miss Sally to you, bitch!”

The spanks woke him right away, he was shocked how hard she hit. He Escort Şenlik whimpered “Sorry Miss Sally, please fuck me, Miss Sally.”

Sally obliged with a sudden slam of her dildo deep into the boy, he moaned helplessly under her. Finally, Sally had become a real mistress, she gripped his tight waist as she pounded ruthlessly into him. All those years of anger being taken out on this pathetic bitch of a boy.

William wailed away loudly, any semblance of manhood had left him and he delighted in his subservient position. Sally fucked more powerfully than Miss Danvers and at her owning of him, his cock leaked cum from each thrust.

Miss Danvers beamed with pride at Sally, the shy little teenager she had found crying repeatedly had been reborn. She had vowed revenge for the girl but also she saw some fight and anger within her to mould into a new woman. A woman who would rightfully gain her superiority over that boy and with her help make him hers.

Gripping his head she pounded some final thrusts deep into him, “Enjoyed didn’t you faggot? leaked your cum all over Miss Danvers’s dining room floor.” She spanked his reddening arse hard, “Who’s Bitch are you now!”

William whimpered from the spanks, “Your’s Miss Sally.” For the first time in his life, he had the cum fucked out of him without the touching of his cock, he had never felt so owned.

Miss Danver’s stood up and applauded her protege, “Sally you have passed my course with flying colors, I knew you had it in you but even I am impressed by today’s performance.” She leaned her face down to the table to look into the eyes of William, “As you know this is your last day with me but I think you will agree that Sally is a more than accomplished Mistress to handle you.”

Sally leaned her elbow against William’s head as Miss Danvers spoke to him, the two women exchanging smirks.

“So from now on you are Sally’s bitch, do you understand? Miss Danvers waited for him to nod then continued. “In public, you will act as her boyfriend but we all know your real position and if Sally comes back to me with any bad reviews I will be furious.”

“Yes Miss Danver’s, I promise I will obey Miss Sally to my fullest,” William struggled to answer with the weight of Sally pressing against him.

Sally released the pressure off him and stood tall, she spanked his arse one more time. “Now I and Miss Danver’s will take tea in the lounge, bring it through and clean up that mess you made, you disgusting boy.”

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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction.

“Please wait!”

Sam heard a feminine voice as he entered the elevator. He turned and saw his neighbor Kaye, carrying a bag of groceries on one hand, and on the other, a baby girl. He knew her casually; they sometimes exchanged hellos and small talk. He lived across the hall from her; they occupied apartments on the 4th floor of their building.

“Had a good day?” Sam asked, as the elevator door closed and they started to ascend. No other person was with them.

“Oh, the usual,” Kaye replied. “A bit tired, I guess. You?” She laid the bag of groceries on the floor, and shifted the baby to the other arm.

“Yeah, I guess I’m tired too. Got the usual crap from work.”

“Still working on those programs, huh?” Kaye knew that he was a computer programmer in a small firm downtown.

“Yeah, just one of the boys,” he said. As the elevator stopped, he took her grocery bag and carried it for her. “I’ll walk you to your door.”

“Oh, you needn’t,” Kaye said.

“It’s nothing. What’s a bag of groceries? Besides, you’re carrying the baby,” he added.

“Alright. Thanks.” She smiled, and they walked towards her unit.

Boy, she sure is cute when she smiles, he thought. They reached her apartment, then she searched in her purse for her keys. “Where are my darned keys,” she muttered. “Ah, there they are!”

They entered the apartment and she invited him in. “Could you put the groceries in the kitchen table, please?”

Sam went to the kitchen and laid the grocery bag down. It was the first time he entered her apartment, and he noticed that it was slightly larger than his place. And it sure looks a lot prettier, he thought. This was a two bedroom unit, while his had only one bedroom. He wasn’t a slob, but he was a bachelor and just needed the bare necessities, namely a bed, computer and TV. He was making a modest income as a programmer and wasn’t fussy about clothes or food.

“Are you alright there?” Kaye asked. “You can grab a drink from the fridge if you want. There’s juice, and some beer.”

My, is she full of surprises, he thought. I thought new mothers weren’t supposed to drink alcohol. Or is only pregnant women? He grabbed a can of Bud, opened it, and took a long sip. Then he went to the living room to continue the conversation with Kaye.

As he approached the sofa, he saw that Kaye was breastfeeding the baby on the sofa armchair. Her white blouse was partially open, and the baby was sucking on her left tit.

“Oh, sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know that you were…”

“It’s ok. I don’t mind if you don’t,” she said mischievously, dimples showing. “Have a seat. It’s nice to have company.”

Sam sat down on the couch, watching Kaye feed the baby. His eyes took in everything – pouting lips and auburn hair; the graceful curve of her neck was exposed since her hair was in a bun. He found that he liked everything that he saw, he even liked the small double chin. Her full, milk-laden breasts were white and from that distance, a few freckles were scattered on the upper portion of her chest. I wonder where else she has them? he mused. Stop thinking of that, you perv! his conscience added.

“How’ve you been doing? I haven’t seen you for quite some time,” she said.

“Yeah, I’ve been working overtime the past few weeks. We had problems with the new system we were setting up, and our client wanted it done before the end of the month. We finished the installation today and I was able to leave at 5, for the first time in a long time.”

“Must be tough being a genius, huh?”

“Not really. I’m just a small fish in a big pond of geeks,” he quipped.

They continued talking, with Sam on the couch and Kaye on the single chair. Sam’s breath stopped momentarily when he saw Kaye shift the baby from one nipple to another. He stared lustfully as Kaye adjusted the left detachable cup back in place, then freed her right breast from its constraints. The baby latched upon the new teat hungrily.

Kaye knew that she was putting on quite a show for Sam; it was actually the first time that she fed baby Micki in front of a man. Since she lived alone, no one observed her breastfeeding activities; when she fed Micki at her parents’ house, she did it in the privacy of a bedroom. She felt deliciously naughty since she knew that Sam’s eyes were on her.

Her conscience bothered her; she was recently widowed, but she set it aside since she had been without a man for more a year, and it has been a while since she felt attractive. She gained 20 pounds after her pregnancy, and she hadn’t shed most of them yet. She longed for the days when she had her svelte figure, but she wouldn’t exchange that for Micki. Her baby was all she had of Mike, her high school sweetheart who died in the recent “war against terror”.

“Are you busy tonight? Would you like to have dinner here?” she asked Sam.

“No, I’m not busy. I was just going to hang-out at home. Are Sanatoryum Escort you sure it won’t be a bother?” he inquired.

“No, you’re not a bother. Besides, it would be nice to have company. I’m often alone with the baby and I’d love to have some adult conversation,” she replied. “Nothing fancy, though. Just mac and cheese and a salad.”

“Hell, that sounds good to me. I was planning to order a pizza. Do you mind if I go to my place for a bit? I need to drop off my things. Do you need anything else?”

“No, I don’t. Everything’s fine. Come back in an hour. I need to do a few things too. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

As Sam left the apartment, she finished feeding Micki, burped her, then went to the smaller bedroom to place her in the crib. She then went to the kitchen to put away the groceries. She took a brief shower, taking care not to wet her hair, then put on a pair of navy blue shorts and a white tank top. Underneath it was her nursing bra. She thanked the heavens that it was spring already; no need to wear all those layers of clothing. It was difficult last winter since she was in her third trimester. Thankfully her delivery was normal and her labor was relatively short.

She released her wavy hair from its bun, brushed it, then let it tumble on her shoulders. She liked keeping her hair long, but usually arranged it in a bun when she reported for work. She applied gloss on her lips, then set out to prepare their meal. It was just leftovers from last night. Since she lived alone, she tended to cook in bulk and store the rest in the fridge.

As she was preparing, she became misty-eyed when she remembered Micki’s birth. Her parents and her younger sister Jackie were with her at the hospital, but Mike was not. He died overseas when she was just five months pregnant. Fortunately her parents and Mike’s were very supportive and comforted her during those difficult times. She almost lost the baby when she received the news that Mike was not coming back from his tour of duty. Her friends and family helped her recover, and reminded her that a new life was growing within her.

“I’m back!” Sam’s voice broke her out of her reverie.

“I’m in the kitchen,” she answered.

“Need help? What can I do?” Sam asked as he approached her.

Kaye saw that Sam had showered and changed too. His dark brown hair was slightly damp and he was wearing a black T-shirt, old jeans and sneakers.

“I’m just tossing the salad,” Kaye replied. “Could you set the table? The plates are over there,” pointing to the dish rack.

Sam chose some plates and utensils and placed them on the small kitchen table. The kitchen had a bright, airy feel to it. The same thing could be said about the whole apartment. It was evident that Kaye had devoted a lot of time and effort to make it a comfortable place to live in.

Kaye placed the salad as well as the macaroni & cheese dish on the table. She chose to drink apple juice, while Sam took another beer. They sat down and began to eat.

“Mmm, this is really good,” Sam remarked. “The first real food I’ve had in days.”

“Thanks for the compliment. It’s nothing special really. How’s the salad?”

“Great. Everything’s great. Compared to my cooking, this is cordon bleu!” he joked. “So, what’s the name of your baby and how old is she? She’s real pretty, just like her mom.”

Kaye blushed at the compliment. She wasn’t used to receiving them anymore, since she felt fat and she didn’t have anyone to reassure her otherwise. “Her name’s Michelle but I call her Micki. My husband’s name was Michael. She’s six months now.”

“Was?” he asked. He knew that she lived alone, but he thought that she was separated, or that her husband worked far away, since she still wore her wedding ring.

“Yeah, he died almost a year ago in Iraq.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said.

‘It’s ok. I’m quite used to it now. I’ve had to talk about it since I started working part-time two months ago.”

“So what happened, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“He got hit when a bomb exploded near the building that they were guarding. They said he died instantly, that he didn’t suffer. This was when I was five months pregnant.” Her eyes had a distant, far-away look.

An awkward silence followed, then Sam, to break the tension, quipped, “That must have sucked. But now you have a baby who sucks you.” Oops, wrong thing to say, he thought. “A baby who’s real pretty like her mom,” he amended.

“You’re sweet,” she said as she smiled at him. “But enough of me. What’s your story? We’ve been neighbors for what, a year now, and I know so little about you.”

“I’m just your ordinary Midwestern boy. I grew up in a small town, studied hard, then got a part-time scholarship at Northwestern. I took up programming and worked part-time. After graduation, I got hired by my SVC Technologies. I’ve been there for three years now.”

“So you’re what, 25 or 26?

“Twenty-five. Sanatoryum Escort Bayan You?”

“Just turned twenty-two. I got married when I was twenty. Pretty young, huh?”

“Not really. Some of my classmates got married right out of high school. You didn’t?

“No, not right out of school. Mike enlisted for two years, then we got married. We’ve just been married three months, then he enlisted again. He said that his buddies were joining up again, and he wanted to be with them. I knew that I couldn’t stop him. When he left, I didn’t know that I was pregnant. And now here I am, a young widow.” She was again lost in reverie.

“You said you worked part time? Where?” Sam asked to gain back her attention.

“Come again?” She shook herself mentally. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be boring you with my story. You were asking?”

“I asked you about your work. What do you do?”

“I work as a clerk in a doctor’s clinic during afternoons. I was managing quite well with Mike’s benefits, but I was pretty bored staying here all the time. So I got a job, just to meet people again. My mom takes care of Micki when I work.”

“So your folks are from around here too?”

“Yup. They live on the other side of town. I was born and raised here. My younger brother’s a sophomore at Northwestern, he’s on partial scholarship too. My sister’s on her last year of high school. They’re both smart kids, and even smarter smart-asses,” she joked.

Their conversation continued until dinner was over. She found out that he was an only child; his dad was a mechanic, while his mom was a clerk at a local store. Both did not attend college, so they were inordinately proud when Sam graduated and was doing well as a programmer. She found him attractive in a quiet, unassuming way. He was a bit geeky and on the slender side, but he had a self-deprecating sense of humor which she appreciated. He was of medium height at 5’11”, his brown hair was in need of a haircut and his jeans were quite worn. He was the opposite of Mike.

Mike was blond, louder and more muscular at 6’3″; he played football and baseball. He could have gone to college on a football scholarship, but he wanted to serve his country, so he said. Enough of Mike, she told herself. He’s gone, and he wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.

She recalled that he knew what he was getting into before he left that second time, and always told her to live life to the fullest. They’ve known each other since childhood. They lived on the same block and were friends; eventually they became sweethearts in high school. She knew that Mike would want her to move on.

After eating, Sam offered to wash the dishes, and Kaye objected. She said that he was a guest and shouldn’t clean up.

“It’s only right that I do the dishes,” Sam reasoned. “You prepared everything, so it’s only fair that I clean up. It’s what I do best in the kitchen. Just relax and watch TV.”

“Ok, if you say so,” she chuckled. “I don’t want to deprive you of the chance to show off your dishwashing skills.”

“Yeah, and I have a gold medal to prove it. Now run along and let me do these.”

“Yes sir!” she said with a mock salute. She left to check on her sleeping daughter, then headed to the sofa.

She really is very pretty, he thought. Throughout dinner, he was sneaking peeks at her cleavage, and was inevitably drawn to the freckles at the top of her breasts. And her legs were so shapely, he mused. He never really thought much about her before. Sure, she was cute, but the first time he saw her, she was heavily pregnant and he thought her to be off-limits. They didn’t see each other often, but he remembered wondering if she had a husband or boyfriend, since he didn’t see a man coming from or going to her apartment.

She was friendly and had a nice smile, with dimples on both cheeks. He liked the way the light caught red highlights in her auburn hair. She was of medium height; he guessed her to be around 5’6″. He was glad that they took the elevator together today, and was able to get to know her better.

Upon learning that she was single (well, widowed), he immediately thought of dating her. Better go slow, he thought. She seems too nice for a casual fuck. He had his share of fuck buddies in college; although he belonged to the geek crowd, he later found out that there were girls in need of tutoring in math and science subjects, and were willing to exchange body fluids with him.

During his first year at work, he got involved with Denise from Accounting. It ended badly when he discovered that she was not bedding him exclusively and was also fucking Jerry from the HR department. It was a good thing that his buddies Nick and Jim told him of the news; apparently everyone else knew that Denise was two-timing him. Since then, he vowed not to get involved with anyone from the office. Being the object of office gossip was not something he wanted to occur again, not Escort Sanatoryum to mention the pain and humiliation he suffered.

Sam found Kaye very attractive with her full, milk-heavy breasts and luscious body. He had always been a sucker for full-figured women. Earlier he noticed pictures of a younger Kaye and Mike, as well as those of Micki scattered around the house. Kaye was slimmer then, but he preferred her body as it is now.

When Kaye got to the couch, she turned the television on and surfed channels. She finally settled on HBO, and gave her attention to watching the film. She heard footsteps behind her, and looked up to see Sam standing behind her. She smiled, then invited him to sit beside her.

“What’s showing?” he asked.

“The Sixth Sense. Seen it before?”

“About a dozen times. Gotta love Bruce Willis!” he quipped, and they both laughed.

As they sat beside each other, Sam was treated to the beautiful sight of Kaye’s boobs. He was enjoying the view much more than the movie. Fortunately Kaye did not notice his distraction. After a while, he placed his right arm around her shoulders, wondering if she would object. When she laid her head on his shoulder, he became more confident and held her tighter. She just smiled to herself, and snuggled closer.

It’s been so long since anyone held me like this, she thought. When Mike left, she was still unaware of her pregnancy. She told him over the phone, and he was delighted with the news. It was a pity that he didn’t live to see his beautiful daughter. As she snuggled beside Sam, her lids grew heavier as the events of the day caught up with her.

Sam was pretending to watch the movie, then took a peek at Kaye. He saw that she had fallen asleep. It’s good that she’s sleeping, he thought. Being so close to her was giving him a hard-on. Not to mention that her left hand was resting on his thigh. He adjusted his jeans to take care of the mild discomfort, then continued watching Bruce with the Osment kid while lightly caressing Kaye’s shoulder and arm.

Even after the movie was over, Sam continued to watch TV. He was enjoying the feel of Kaye’s soft body and her gentle, floral scent. He would have been content to stay like that, when he heard the cries of Micki from the bedroom.

He gently shook Kaye awake. “Kaye,” he said. “Micki is crying.”

She blinked, then yawned. “Hmm…I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“Yeah, you did. Listen, Kaye, I have to go, I have work tomorrow. And Micki is crying in the other room.”

“She probably needs changing. Thanks for waking me up.”

“You’re welcome.” They both stood up, and Kaye walked Sam to the door.

“Thanks for dinner, it was great,” he said. “I had a nice time tonight.”

“I had a nice time too. Feel free to knock if you want some company. I’m just here with Micki.”

To his surprise, Kaye reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “Good night, Sam,” she said softly.

“Good night,” he replied. He wanted to see her again soon, and came up with an idea. “Listen, what if I brought dinner tomorrow? So that we’re even.”

“You don’t have to repay me, but sure, come up tomorrow,” she answered. “Same time, around 6:30?”

“Right. Chinese take-out ok? You know I can’t cook.”

“Chinese is fine. See you tomorrow.” They both heard the cries grow louder. “Now I must tend to my very wet and angry baby. Good night, Sam.” They exchanged smiles, then she closed the door.

****

Sam buzzed Kaye’s door at precisely 6:30. He was carrying bags containing egg foo young, spring rolls, chop suey, beef with broccoli and other goodies. It was a Friday and he hoped that he would get even closer to her during the weekend.

“Hi, come on in!” Kaye said cheerfully as she opened the door.

She was a sight for sore eyes. She was wearing a jeans miniskirt and a light pink tank top covered her upper torso. He was happy to note that her full breasts were very prominent.

“You look great!” he said, then dropped a kiss on her cheek. She blushed, then led him in.

He followed her to the kitchen, appreciating the view of her round ass and shapely legs. This woman is determined to test my sanity, he thought. In the kitchen he saw Micki on a kid’s high chair. Kaye was apparently feeding her solid food when he interrupted her.

“Hello, baby girl. How’s my pretty one?” he asked Micki, then made funny faces at her. To his delight, she gave him a toothless smile.

“She sure is pretty. She’s gonna break hearts when she grows up,” he told Kaye.

“Don’t remind me. She’s already a heartbreaker at this stage. She’s got all of my dad’s cronies wrapped around her little finger,” said Kaye. “By the way, do you mind fixing the food on the table? I have to finish feeding her.”

“Sure, don’t worry about me. Take your time.”

In the midst of arranging the food on the table, he remarked, ” I thought you were breastfeeding her?”

“Yeah, I am, but I’m also beginning to feed her some solid food. She’ll be teething soon. So far she’s been eating well, but today she’s being fussy. I can’t get her to finish her food,” she lamented.

“Tell you what, let me try.”

“Really?” she asked dubiously.

“Really. You take care of this,” he said, referring to the Chinese food.

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I was sitting on the train the other day, heading to work, and I couldn’t have been there for more than a few stops before this girl gets on board. It didn’t occur to me then, but when I look back on it now, I should have thought it was a little unusual, as the seats across the aisle from me were empty, and the normal thing for her to do would have been to sit over there, or anywhere else, for that matter. Instead, she sat directly across from me, slightly brushing against my legs as she sat down.

She was Asian, with a slight tan, small frame, and jet black hair that reached down to her shoulders. Definitely not unpleasant to look at. She wore cuffed denim shorts with a fitted white t-shirt that revealed a lithe figure.

Some time went by. I read my book and absentmindedly checked my phone a few times. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her every now and then. It was only natural to be curious, right? I let my eyes trace down her legs, which she had crossed, to her feet. Her shoes were slip-ons and the tops of her feet were exposed.

My eyes lingered on her legs, perhaps a little too long, when I heard, “Excuse me.”

“Whoops,” I thought. I had been discovered.

“Were you just checking me out?” she asked quizzically.

Before I could form a coherent reply, she smiled and said, “It’s alright. You’re not the first guy I’ve caught staring at me. I love seeing the surprised look on a guy’s face when I catch him in the act.”

“I’ve been told I have nice feet,” she added. Subayevleri Escort “You want to see?”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. My eyes shot to the seats across the aisle but they were still empty. I turned around and saw that we were the only two people occupying this end of the car.

Suddenly I felt a weight pressing on me. I turned back around and saw that she had propped up her feet on my lap. She was smiling demurely.

“Why don’t you take my shoes off and decide for yourself?”

Okay, why not, I thought, and I gave in.

I took up her right foot in my hands and gingerly slipped off her slip-on, as she had suggested. Her foot was smooth, warm, and slightly pink. Her toenails had pink polish and were well-manicured.

I would have been content with her right foot but then she lifted her left one off my lap and playfully nudged my hands with it, her eyes locked on mine. So I took the hint and exposed her left sole next.

I caressed both of her feet with my hands, my fingers slowly stroking her soft toes. My eyes gazing intently down at them.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“They’re perfect,” I said, and meant it.

At that moment a train conductor walked by and saw us. He paused, shook his head, and kept on walking.

She watched him go and giggled, “I bet he’s so jealous!”

I felt great sitting there in that car, gently rubbing this girl’s small, delicate soles. Running my hands over them Subayevleri Escort Bayan almost had a hypnotic effect on me. I sat there with her for some time. I don’t know how long exactly. She had closed her eyes at some point, evidently feeling perfectly comfortable with me.

After a lot of time had passed, I suddenly realized, in a panic, that I had missed my stop. I was going to be late for work! How could I have – oh right. As much as I knew I was going to regret it later, I took her feet off my lap and placed them on the seat next to me.

Just as I had done so, her eyes slowly opened and she stretched her arms up over her head and made that noise people make with any good stretch. The overall effect was very cute.

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” she asked with a pout.

“I’m sorry, I really enjoyed this, but I already missed my stop. I gotta get to work,” I explained.

She just rolled her eyes. “That’s so boring. Wouldn’t you rather stay here, with me?” she asked coquettishly.

As I was about to protest, she placed her right foot onto my lap again, and slid it into my crotch. I became hard almost instantly, and felt my face flush.

She saw my reaction and smiled wickedly. “See? I know what you want…” She worked her foot up and down my erection with steady strokes.

Any desire I had to get off that train vanished in that moment. Where was I going again? I closed my eyes. All I wanted was to be there with Escort Subayevleri her and let her continue to stroke me with her perfect foot as my mind sunk into oblivion.

Then she said softly, “I really love it when guys massage my feet. And I know how much guys adore them. They love fondling them, and they love the things I can do with them. Some guys even worship them so much that they’ll offer to kiss them and suck my toes.”

Still entranced by the slow, rhythmic motion of her foot against my sex, I let her sweet voice wash over me. Everything she was saying seemed to make so much sense.

“So everyone gets what they want, and everyone feels really good” she continued. “Am I making you feel good right now?”

I nodded and squirmed with pleasure, feeling the pressure in my member increase.

“Do you want to cum for me?”

“Yes,” I said heavily.

“Will you promise to be my foot slave, and devote yourself to me and my feet?”

The feeling of arousal was so intense I could barely speak, but I managed a reply.

She pressed her foot against me more firmly then, her polished pink toes wrapping around me through my pants, and moved over me faster than before, still keeping an even rhythm.

“Imagine how great you’re going to feel when you’re in bed with me, running your tongue up from the heels to the toes of my beautiful feet.”

It was too much to bear. In a brilliant flash of pleasure I orgasmed intensely, letting out a satisfied moan.

“Now wasn’t that better than going to work?” she asked. She slipped her shoes back on and asked for my number.

The train came to a halt. We had reached the final stop. She stood up, sat on my lap, and gave me a brief kiss on the lips, whispering in my ear “I’ll call you the next time I need a massage.” And with that she left.

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She was my first girlfriend, and my best friend. The first, and only, person I came out to for two years. And it was wonderful, I told her I was lesbian. She told me she’d had a crush on me for years. We started to date right then. She introduced me to some of her friends, we went to parties. She even introduced me to the bondage and submission and dominance lifestyle. Neither of us were dominants, we were both incredibly submissive. And never wanted to be dominant. So we never actually got to do anything.

But one of her friends, Cassandra, was staying the night a month or two ago. And she showed us something that we thought was amazing. A toy company recently released a robot Mistress. It was still in the prototype stages, but they were selling them in a very limited quantity as a type of beta. So Talia and I decided to order one. The site told us it would take three months to be built and delivered.

We were very excited, and thanked Cassandra profusely that night. While we were a little disappointed at the waiting period, we were over ourselves with the thought of finally having a dominant figure. That weekend Talia and I did some more shopping. Female nudity in our country was legalized, and if you were of a certain social class or occupation it was mandatory. Slavery wasn’t legal, but indefinite submission; of sexual, financial, and personal forms was encouraged. So for our shopping trip both Talia and I were bare naked.

She decided to add a little bit of fun to it, I had nipple piercings and she had pussy piercings. So we put weighted chains on our piercings. It was wonderful, felt so good, the gentle tug of the chain as I walked and my 32D breasts bounced.

When we got to the first store we were greeted by an almost equally naked early twenties woman. She had some thin gold chain jewelry running around her well tanned body.

“Morning ladies, how are you? Anything I can help you find or point you towards?”

Talia politely requested assistance with some gags and finding where those would be for trying on. The woman walked out from behind the counter and took a step toward us.

“May I guide you fine young women?” She asked lightly, putting her fingers under the chains we had on our piercings. “My name is Sarai, I’ll do my best to help you two find the right gag. Who is the submissive?”

“Me.” We both said joyfully

Sarai nodded and gave a gentle tug on the chains. Leading us through the racks of clothes, straps, whips, and catsuits. In the back was a meter high wall sectioning off what looked like a trial space. And just a little past the start of the lower wall was another four meter high wall adorned with nothing but gags.

Dildo gags, ring gags, ball gags, pacifier gags, dental gags, whiffle, panel, guard, spider, hook, so many types of gags. It was amazing. I didn’t know that many different types were made. Talia was drawn into a gag that would get us to drool all over ourselves. I was very interested in a panel gag that had a short interior dildo and a chain attached to the outside. Sarai however directed us to a range that we hadn’t even considered.

“Girls, over on this side of the wall are sets of gags made to be used by two whores. Such as yourselves.” She took one off the wall and pulled sharply on my chain.

I opened my mouth and let Sarai put the gag in, the one she grabbed as a simple ball gag. But it was connected to another ball by a two inch strip. Once mine was secured she pulled sharp on Talia’s chain, getting a little yelp out. And forced the gag in her mouth as well. When we were both secured our noses were almost touching, and we couldn’t turn our heads. Only see each other.

“Now it doesn’t have to be a ball. We do have two person ones built on a dildo, of varying lengths so you could both have a tip in your mouth, or a cock in your throats. We have some that make it so you two drool on each other. And my personal favorite for use, one that attaches the gag in your mouth to her tits. Very hot, and you can get attachments to pump your breasts, so not only are you gagged with her tits, you’re gagged with her breast Kalaba Escort milk.” Sarai said with a smile spreading through her face. “I’m no dominant though, but those are quite fun.”

We decided to buy a few different lengths of dual person dildo gags, and a couple that attach us to the other’s tits. Then she helped us find individual gags. For when we aren’t wanted, either personally or by a dominant, to be facing and attached to the other. We got matching solid colored ball gags, matching panel gags, two exterior dildo gags, a few gags to produce a lot of drool. And my choice, several that were panels with chains on them, and one that was a large ball, no strap, and a chain on it.

And with that we left. Didn’t want to buy anything else, we would wait for our Mistress before getting anything else. So now we had the incredibly boring chore of waiting. Two and a half months until she arrived. We checked the updates daily, watched the trailers several times. About a month before the arrival we got a very special update.

“Dear Ellie,

We are very excited, as we sure you are as well, to announce that your Mistress is on track to dominate you early. She will arrive in three days due to increased productivity in our company. As such we wanted to help you prepare for the sudden schedule change. First your Mistress will not need anything from you to be activated, set up, or invited. Upon delivery at your porch she will begin to dominate you. She has been given the location of the house key you supplied, as well as the garage code supplied as well. She will invite herself in, inspect the home, and then inspect you. While she is inspecting you will be expected to be naked, kneeling with your legs spread, palms up and resting on your thighs. She will determine where you will be sitting in this position upon her arrival.

Your Mistress will also, within 24 hours of activation, test your obedience and abilities. Her AI is programmed to grow and learn as it discovers the environment, and you. She will adapt based on your need, her need, and the need of the space. Some of the adaptation may happen as soon as activation, some may occur in years.

Now we’ve told you what will happen, though here is a way to physically prepare. In line with your requests your Mistress will check for body hair, none will be accepted. Only the hair on your head, no pubic hair, no arm hair. In her inspection of the area she will look for anything that appears to be out of place in relation to the pictures you sent us, as well as any dirt deposits. We recommend you clean yourself and your area to the best of your abilities. The Mistress will decide if it is acceptable. You may also want to check your hair’s length, you requested your Mistress require a minimum of 30.5 centimeters length. She will check to make sure that it is at least that length. You also requested she require you wear red lipstick, on the chance that you forgot the lipstick color: Ruby Red. And you listed your hair colors as platinum blonde and deep auburn. Your Mistress will check for those as well.

We sincerely hope this helps you to prepare for the arrival of your Mistress. And want to thank you for your patience and support as we’ve developed and delivered on our promise to you. We would like to pass on our well wishes, and hope you enjoy your future with your Mistress to be.

-Intelligent Sex Company Staff”

We were speechless. We knew that we needed to start preparing the house, but we were thinking that we still had a week to slowly start cleaning. Now we have less than a week until we have a Mistress. And our house is an absolute mess. We had makeup and makeup tools scattered around both bathrooms. Our kitchen had dirt and spills from our cooking over the last week. The back entry was covered in dirt and mud from when I went out and gardened. Our main entry was fine, but the entertaining space on the main level was a wreck. We had our coffee mugs on the table, some with coffee still in them, stains from the mugs on the table. The glass was smudged from our feet resting on it. There was a pizza box or Kalaba Escort Bayan two still on the table in the dining room, a few dishes still out. Our pantry was far from stocked, and what was left was probably expired. Our bedroom, oh God. We hadn’t vacuumed in a few weeks, hadn’t made the bed, or changed the sheets since last month. Had dirty laundry all over the floor. Which was surprising, cause neither of us had been clothed in a week and a half.

Our guest room hadn’t been touched since Cassandra was over, so it was probably covered in a layer of light dust. The linen closet was maybe half full. The other half was on our bathroom floor. The rocking chair we have in the bedroom was covered in cum and squirt. Our office was a disaster scene, papers scattered everywhere, the laptop had squirt on it. One of our desk office chairs had tears in it, the other was leather and also had cum and squirt all over it. The basement was never finished by the last owners, but it had a couple rooms done. And those both flooded, we haven’t had time to replace the carpet. But other than that they were pretty nice.

And if we check the timestamp on the email, it was sent almost 18 hours ago. So we really only had 36 hours until Mistress arrived. And there’s no way we have the whole house cleaned by that time. And we still have to dye Talia’s hair back to platinum blonde. Which itself takes a bit of time because her hair is over half a meter long, and has green dyed into it.

After an hour or two of precious time discussing how to start. We decided that the best start would be our bedroom and the two upper bathrooms. Following that we would move onto the office. And depending on the amount of time left we would either try to clean the kitchen, or get ourselves showered, shaved, and Talia’s hair dyed back.

We had roughly 33 hours to clean when we started. And we were going to use all of them. After about three hours of me cleaning up the bedroom floor, and Talia cleaning our main bathroom. We had gotten almost nowhere. I had gotten about half the clothes off the floor and into the laundry, the other half couldn’t fit in the first load. Then I still had to vacuum, and scrub the floor. Because there was a fair bit of orgasm juice, and a bit of blood since we were both naked for our week. And a lot of dirt mixed in from being such a mess. And Talia hadn’t done much better. She got half our double vanity sink clear. But there was still makeup and mascara stains on the counter. All our hair brushes were either broken or covered in hair still. The towels weren’t off the floor.

After about six hours I had gotten all the clothes washed, put away, and arranged properly. Talia had given me the towels from the bathroom floor to put in the laundry. And I had taken off our bed sheets. Those were all cleaned and put away. Now I had to scrub and vacuum the floor, and clean the walls of whatever dirt, or squirt, or pee, or whatever had gotten on them. Talia had cleaned off the vanity entirely. The shower was cleaned, the floor was cleaned, and she was able to move on to the next bathroom. Which was only about half as bad.

Another six hours, Talia had finished the other bathroom. We were down to about 18 hours at maximum. More than likely less. We were both scrubbing at the floor and walls of our bedroom. We’d gotten maybe half the floor done. The walls were looking fine, maybe a couple spots to touch up. But if it was small we weren’t too worried about it. We wanted the floor to be the full color, and not have any evidence of our making a mess of it.

We finally finished the bedroom and had about fifteen hours left. My breasts were sore from swinging while I scrubbed. Or bouncing while I ran and bent over and squatted. Talia was exhausted from running three cleaning rooms. I crawled over to where she was sitting, keeping my ass above my shoulders, and swinging it a little. And laid my head down in her lap. We need a short break.

Well I had actually fallen to sleep. And I guess Talia did too. But I didn’t wake up in Talia’s lap, as I had laid down. Instead I woke up with Escort Kalaba a pressure on my tits. On my stomach, and my head was facing a gorgeous heel. An amazing orange with the sparkled glitter texture on it making it shine just a little bit. In that heel was a beautiful foot, with orange matte painted toenails, smooth skin and an astounding set of legs. Smooth and long and beautiful, not thin, not athletic, and not thick but a wonderful mix of all three. And before I could look up the heel moved to position itself on my head. Holding it down from seeing the rest of presumably my new Mistress.

I could hear a low moaning from somewhere. I knew it was Talia but she didn’t sound like she was in the same room. Or near me. But I couldn’t look around or move my head much. I saw a hand, beautiful and smooth and tanned with orange nails, slowly stretching down. I felt it slide between my left breast and the floor. The pressure increased as it did, and then the hand squeezed. I let a loud yelp escape my mouth.

The heel let off of my head and I felt the hand push me up by the breast. I grimaced as I stood, hoping to get the pressure off my tit. As I stood I looked down to my very sore and painful breasts. Seeing that they were now tied rather tightly with a cord. Making them a nice shade of purple grey. Once I was completely on my feet I looked up more. My Mistress was the most beautiful person I’d seen. She had boobs just a little larger than mine. Amazing dark hair, raven, easily 75 centimeters long. Curled to have a bounce when she moved. Her eyes are an amazing deep blue, hypnotic almost. You could stare into them forever. Her lips were full and a complimentary dark shade to her hair.

“You don’t look at me cunt.” She ordered and pushed my head to look at the floor. “You didn’t clean for my arrival. You didn’t prepare yourself for my arrival. And I found you napping on the other whore when I got here. Neither of you was in position, or ready for me. Both of you were dirty, you had hair where you aren’t allowed hair. You didn’t have your makeup done.”

She paced around me in a circle just looking up and down my body. Lightly caressing the back of my hips every so often, running her hand up my pussy. On one pass she slapped my tit rather hard. Leaving a handprint. I let out a cry of shock and small pain when she did. After my yelp I heard more moaning and some shaking and desperation. Talia must’ve been trying to cum.

“So whore, I’m going to think of how to punish you for being such a stupid slave. While I do that I’ll list the rules.” She spanked my ass, leaving another mark. “You will respond to whore ellie, cunt ellie, slave ellie, slut ellie, bitch ellie. Or other such names and terms. You will follow orders when you are told. You will keep yourself shaved everyday. You will not cum, unless I give you permission, and am the cause for your orgasm. You do not sleep in a bed anymore, you will sleep chained in a cage that I will buy today. When in public you will walk a step behind me, with your eyes on my shoes. Your makeup, nails, and hair will be done everyday. Curled hair, ruby red lips, and as natural a makeup style you can get. You will not speak to anyone, unless I say ‘yes slave ellie you may speak.’ You will not wear clothes, unless I give them to you in the morning, with a specific time to have them on. All your toys are now my toys, and I will use them whenever I want. Even though you only have gags. If you break any of these rules you will be punished quickly, and as I see appropriate.”

She stopped and pushed me backward. Lifting my head up by the chin as she did so. “You can look at me now slave ellie.” I looked up into her eyes and fell in love. I immediately relaxed and let her guide me. I didn’t know where she was pushing me to but I didn’t care. I was so happy she was here. A Mistress.

She stopped and turned me around. In front of me, where our bed, stood a metal frame. Talia was tied to it, upside down. Covered in cum, squirt, pee. I don’t know why, she didn’t look to have a toy anywhere near her. Mistress forced me to my knees and lowered my head to the height of Talia’s. Keeping my ass in the air and spreading my legs a bit.

“Now, whore Talia and whore Ellie. We need to find a way to punish you. And I don’t think you will like what I have in mind. But for now, I think Talia you can come down off that frame and we can put Ellie up there.”

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Journalists and photographers from all nations flooded the CDC headquarters for the press conference. They packed the lobby from wall to wall, every conversation, regardless of language, was speculative. Normally a conference like this would take place in Washington, but this time the CDC was addressing the world alongside a representative of the WHO. On top of a raised platform at the end of the lobby, a doctor with his credentials clipped to his suit stepped up to the podium. He was the head of head of the CDC and he began his announcement.

“Thank you all for coming today. I am Dr. Gordon Mann, speaking to you as both the head of the CDC and in association with the World Health Organization. I’m here to address your concerns as to the strange occurrences of the past six weeks.”

Every word he said came with the flash of a camera. One reporter raised her hand. “Courtney Bour with The Guardian. Why have you waited so long to speak to the public?”

“The details of these phenomena are unprecedented, and frankly unbelievable. From the rumors alone, you should all realize that we’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s taken six weeks just to get enough information for this conference.” He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the outrageous claim he was about to make. “In simple terms, animals have been spontaneously transforming into humanoid lifeforms, capable of speech and human intellect.”

A tsunami of sound flooded the building, causing Dr. Mann to visibly flinch. Journalists were shouting questions and even security guards and other employees were staring in shock. After a few moments, he pointed to a journalist from CNN.

“What is causing these transformations?” the man asked.

“We have yet to indicate the physical cause.”

“Do you believe this is natural or caused by people?” another reporter asked.

“We have confirmed that the first occurrence was due to human intervention.”

“Are you referring to the man and woman seen in the Bronx Zoo security tapes?”

“Yes. We have confirmed cases of animals transforming in their presence and they used the zoo incident to draw attention to their plight and get help. They are currently working with the CDC to help uncover what is going on. For security reasons, their identities will remain confidential. However, we believe that most, if not all of the events we have witnessed since the zoo incident are occurring naturally.”

“Do you believe this will continue?” a woman asked.

“We have noticed a steady increase in cases and we have no reason to believe they will stop happening.”

“Should the public be alarmed? Are we in danger?”

“Aware, yes, but not alarmed. From what we have seen, animals that have transformed retain their behavior and natural thought processes, though with a more human-like intellect. Herbivores and other naturally timid animals will remain cautious and will flee from other people, while carnivorous animals are only as dangerous are they were before transforming.”

“What is your opinion on the possibility of human-animal coupling? How long will it be until people are demanding legal bestiality and having offspring with transformed animals? Isn’t this proof of the slippery slope argument against gay marriage?” Of course, it was a FOX reporter who asked.

“In regards to offspring of any kind, we have found that transformed animals are all sterile, same as mules and ligers. The only exception is animals that transformed while pregnant. We have a transformed wolf woman in custody that has given birth to human-wolf hybrids like her because she was pregnant at the time of her transformation.

As for human-animal coupling, it is not in the CDC’s place to give an opinion on ethics. This event has redefined what we know about biology and human existence. Whatever the future holds, it is up to the public of this country and the world to decide cultural norms.”

“You said that you have a… wolf woman… in custody. What and where does that mean?”

“All hybrids, both natural and manmade, are being sheltered with all physical and mental needs being met. We are currently studying their social behaviors and trying to determine how they will live in our world and what roles they will take. We are doing everything we can to ensure their safety and happiness. It will be up to the courts to decide the rights of hybrids.”

“What should people do when these transformations take place around them?”

“They should keep their distance and call the police, and the police will get in touch with us. However, should this happen to house pets, families may retain custody if they so wish, but they must notify the CDC so that proper measures can be taken for their wellbeing.”

“Is it possible that this can start happening to people? That humans will start becoming like animals?”

“There is no evidence to suggest such a thing happening.”

In the living room of the mansion, we were watching the press conference with rapid heartbeats. Even Dr. Lawrence was with us. At the last reporter’s Etlik Escort question, I looked over to Elise. I could certainly understand why Dr. Mann had lied to the press. It was one thing if animals were transforming, but if people were vulnerable, then fear and paranoia would run rampant. Zombie apocalypse enthusiasts would probably drop the ball and people would end up dead.

“So what now?” I asked Dr. Lawrence.

“We wait a few days to see how the public reacts, and if we don’t see the total destruction of our society, then we’ll evaluate our options.”

—–

“Which is how we ended up here,” said Lorraine as she stepped out of the CDC van.

“What did you say?” I asked as I climbed out of my car.

“I’m just explaining things.”

“I don’t follow?”

“How else are the readers going to understand that because of lacking anarchy and civil unrest upon the revealing of animals transforming, the CDC said we should take our motley crew to a public place and Dr. Lawrence suggested the beach?”

“What readers? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Remember? We were talking about this yesterday when you helped me pick a new bikini, then we had sex in the changing room!”

“You’re wearing a one-piece and went to the store by yourself!”

“Ugh, just once, could you encourage my insanity instead of getting pissy about it?”

She was wearing a thin robe over her swimsuit, while I was wearing my trunks and a shirt. We were in a parking lot next to a public beach, with a path through a strip of forest leading to the water. All of the girls were in my car and all of the guys were in the van she was driving. Her pillar men were so huge that only three could fit in her car at once, so she was borrowing a CDC van and using all of the extra space or beach stuff. I just barely had enough room to fit all five girls into my Subaru, and that was only because Leah stayed in the very back. Betty and Elise were in a second van driven by Dr. Lawrence. I was starting to think that he had suggested a beach trip for us because he simply he wanted to go. With his job, he could certainly use a day off. However, this was a freshwater beach. We picked it for Leah, as her salamander skin didn’t react well to salt.

What we didn’t expect was how busy it would be. It was a truly beautiful weekend and we had gotten the last few parking spaces. People were walking all around us, most just arriving and making trips to bring all their stuff to whatever spot they had picked. Having this many people around made me nervous as hell for the girls. But I was also excited, eager to see people’s reactions. Would they be amazed? Scared? Our pictures were going to end up plastered all over the Internet, but a part of me couldn’t wait to see what would happen. It was like standing on a bridge or a cliff and hearing that voice in your head telling you to jump. That little chaotic voice was saying that the more crowded the beach, the more entertaining the result.

“Ok, time to liven up everyone’s day,” said Lorraine as she banged on the roof of her car and I did the same.

Doors opened and everyone got out and stretched. It had been a long car ride.

“I got to admit, you did a great job picking out the girls’ swimsuits,” I said.

Momo got out of the passenger seat wearing a black bikini to match her hair. Sonja came out of one of the back seats with a white and yellow frilled bikini that accentuated her tits amazingly. Out of the other side appeared Jenny, wearing a one-piece with a hole cut in the back for her tail to poke through and an opening that showed her belly button. From the middle seat crawled out Chloe, wearing a blue one-piece with frills around the waist like a skirt. I opened the back of the Subaru and out came Leah, wearing a strapless white two-piece.

Then, out of Lorraine’s van, THEY appeared. The four demigods, wearing nothing but sandals and speedos, stepped out and once again made me hate myself and my physique. Goddammit, Peter had rabbit ears and a puffball tail, and he was still manlier than I could ever hope to be. They were all good guys, but every time I saw them, it crushed my self-esteem. Seeing them like this now just made it worse. But I will admit, I also did feel a lot better having them here. With these hulks around, no one would dare try anything funny with my girls.

Then I sensed a disturbance in the Force.

I turned around, and before I even saw her, I had an erection. My eyes fell on her, Betty. She was wearing a blue bikini that had been custom-made for her, but with a body like hers, any bikini became a micro bikini. The top was just barely covering her areolas and her nipples were poking through the thick fabric, and between her luscious thighs, the bottom had become a g-string.

“Master, what do you think? You like what you see?”

She then turned around, showing me her perfect ass, with the blue material struggling to remain visible. I think I blacked out for a second, I definitely lost my balance. She had been fully Etlik Escort Bayan dressed when we left the mansion, so this was the first time I had seen her in her swimsuit. I was so turned on, it was actually making me angry.

Behind her appeared Elise, gorgeous as always, wearing a ruby-red top and a tight skirt. She saw me pitching a tent in my trunks. “Put that thing away! There are children here!”

From the driver’s seat appeared Dr. Lawrence, modestly dressed, at least in the category of comfortable beachwear. He looked exhausted, but that was understandable. Driving with bikini babe Betty in the passenger seat would wreck the nerves. All it would take is a single glance to become completely hypnotized, and the next thing you know, you’re face-down in your airbag with the front of the van wrapped around a tree.

From the moment we came out into the sunlight, a tremor moved through the entire parking lot. People around their cars stopped, saw us, and became like statues. Some were asking each other to confirm what they were seeing, and many had already whipped out their phones. We would see a lot of phones today. Chloe instinctively hid behind me, and I rested my hand on her head to comfort her. Jenny similarly got nervous.

“Relax, it will be fine. You’ll all feel better once you get to the water. Now girls, what are the rules for today?”

“No taking off our clothes,” said Momo.

“No playing like we do in bed,” added Sonja.

“No wandering off,” said Chloe.

Leah covered her mouth, meaning ‘no talking to strangers’.

“Tell you or Lorraine if we need to go to the bathroom,” Jenny said.

“Correct. Now, let’s all enjoy our day.”

The pillar men and I carried the beach gear and we moved along the path through the woods. They probably could have carried all of it, but my manly pride insisted I show off. Even though it was a fresh water beach, it was still a field of white sand leading to lapping water.

“There are so many people!” Sonja exclaimed with her tail waving. True, much of the beach had already been divided up into spots for more than a hundred other visitors.

“I think I see an open space over there,” said Betty, pointing off in the distance.

It was quite a walk, past a lot of people, but we had come to be seen so that was what we were going to do. We were hidden in the woods, but as soon as we stepped onto the sand, we became visible. We walked along the spine of the beach, leaving most people with their backs to us, but immediately, others looking in our direction had their attention drawn. Initially, they noticed us for the size of our group, then they noticed the tails and ears. They had heard about it on the news for weeks, but for the first time, they were seeing the animal people in the flesh. Scales, fur, feathers, they stood out like neon signs. A visible charge went through the crowds.

Then they noticed something else; bouncing tits, swinging hips, and bronze muscles. Momo, Sonja, and Jenny walked side by side, the sunlight shining on their slender, half-naked bodies, their skin smooth as glass and glowing with sexual energy. Behind them, Betty’s caramel-colored rack jiggled with every step she made and her divine ass mocked the bikini bottom so poorly trying to conceal it. Following them was Elise, showing off her flat belly and her magnificent shelf. Taking up the rear was the pillar men, causing the women who saw them to forget the names of every man they had ever loved. Guys who saw them felt their self-esteem crash and lose all hope of ever procreating.

All in all, multiple sexualities were questioned.

Of course, no one paid attention to me, Dr. Lawrence, Lorraine, or Chloe. Any gazes directed at Leah was due to her black and yellow skin. But still, it was nice to see my pets being admired. By the time we reached our spot, almost everyone on the beach was staring at us. We laid out a vast field of towels and set up multiple umbrellas with several coolers full of food and drinks.

Lying back on a towel in the shade of an umbrella, Elise stretched out her tail to its full length in the sunlight. “Oh, this sand feels so good! It’s so soft and warm! This was a great idea!”

“Ok, girls, before we do anything, you need to put on sunscreen,” I said.

“Sunscreen?” asked Jenny.

“It will keep your skin from getting burned. I’ll put it on you, don’t worry.”

I took out one of several bottles of sunscreen and squirted a puddle into my palm. I rubbed it between my palms and started smearing it on her face. All it took was that small contact to make her smile. I leaned in and kissed her, causing her puffball tail to twitch. The rest of the girls watched enviously as I moved across her body, rubbing the lotion on her skin so she wouldn’t get the hose again.

Once it had soaked in, I moved to Momo with more sunscreen. Like with Jenny, I cupped her cheeks and kissed her. I took my time with her, wanting to savor her thunderous purring. Her bikini left a lot more skin to take care of, Escort Etlik not that I’m complaining. I then began rubbing Sonja all over while fighting against the urge to aim for the sweet spots. I told the girls we wouldn’t play, so I had to prevent either of us from getting horny.

“I love when Master pets me,” she hummed as I massaged her back.

I continued on to Chloe and Leah. Leah was easy, the sunscreen mixed together perfectly with her salamander sweat, and of course, I could listen to Chloe’s adorable little squeaks all day. “This is the strongest sunscreen I could get. I picked it specifically for you two. We need to protect that soft skin of yours.”

“Oh Masteeeeerrrr.” I turned to Betty, hefting her breasts. “Can you put some lotion on me? I need to feel your hands.”

“Betty, trust me, I’ll rub you all over when we get home. But please, I can’t handle more temptation.” I then looked over to Lorraine, who had covered her chest with sunscreen and was grinding against the pillar men. “Lorraine, I’d really like to end the day without half our group going to jail for public indecency.”

“YOLO!”

“A little dated, but whatever.” I jerked when I felt the unmistakable touch of breasts on my back. “Momo, what are doing?”

“Master put lotion on us, so we should put lotion on Master. See, they’re doing to Lorraine.”

As per her words, the four pillar men were now giving Lorraine a full body massage as if it was an act of worship. It looked like something from an old Britney Spears music video. For fuck’s sake, there are people watching! Before I could say anything, the rest of the girls tackled me.

“Dr. Lawrence, a little help please!”

The doctor had just sat down in a beach chair and cracked open a beer. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to follow the Prime Directive on this one.”

It took some effort, but I managed to peel the girls off me. “Ok, let’s go swimming.”

Hearing the magic words, Leah sprung up and ran towards the water, past rows of people who couldn’t believe their eyes. She had to be wearing a costume, right? Leah dove into the water and immediately surfaced, waving us in. Whooping in joy, Sonja chased after her and made a large splash. I went in third, watching as Sonja flopped around with a big grin on her face, trying to spray as much water as possible. Beneath the water, Leah was zooming around like a torpedo. But looking back, I saw Momo, Chloe, and Jenny standing at the water’s edge.

“Come on in,” I said.

“Momo can’t swim,” the feline said. Chloe and Jenny shook their heads as well.

“I don’t think Sonja can either, but she’s figuring it out. Just walk into the water until it’s up to your chests and it will come naturally to you.”

Jenny went in first, dipping her furry feet into the water and slowly stepping in. Momo followed, grimacing from the water’s temperature. It wasn’t cold, but she was used to hot baths. Chloe remained at the edge, tugging on her ears. Countless people were watching, but that wasn’t why she was nervous. I held out my hand to her.

“Just walk to me. You’ll be perfectly fine.”

She built up her courage and finally stepped into the water. She took my hand and I led her deeper in, until the water was halfway up her chest.

“Now just remember to always be able to keep your feet on the ground, and when you want to paddle, keep your fingers together.”

I looked so Momo, who was slowly walking around with her breasts just above the water. “Momo has never seen so much water before, it’s like a giant bath.”

Meanwhile, Jenny was getting adventurous, walking out until the water was up to her neck and beginning to figure out how to use her arms. A big smile on her face, Sonja paddled over with her floppy ears floating up. She swam over to Chloe and then burst up from the water. “I love swimming!”

The sound of frantic splashing and a garbled voice turned me around. I saw a young boy with goggles and a snorkel freaking out, trying to get as far from Leah as possible. He must have met her under the water and mistook her for a lake monster or something. As the boy ran off, Leah came over to me with a somber look on her face. She ducked behind me the way Chloe would, as if trying to hide from the world.

I crouched down and kissed her on the nose. “People just aren’t used to seeing creatures like you, but in time, they will be. You’re beautiful after all.”

Leah wrapped her arms around my neck and I returned the embrace. Hopefully the people watching us were paying attention.

“How’s the water?” Elise asked as she slithered over with Betty.

“It’s nice and warm,” said Momo.

Elise moved into the water, shivering as it touched her scales. “This feels pretty cool actually. But I’m supposed to be able to float.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got an x-ray at the clinic and found that I have a long third lung in my tail. Normal snakes have something similar.”

“You probably sink because of your posture, like when you raise your head when floating on your back.”

“If it looks like I’m drowning, grab me.” She then dove headfirst into the water, disappearing beneath the surface. She reappeared a hundred feet away from the water’s edge after only a couple seconds. How the hell did she get over there so fast? “This is so cool!” she hollered.

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Merhaba…Daha gecen gun yasadiklarimi size anlat mak istiyorum…bizim evin yakinindaki firindan surekli ekmek alirim…gunduz calisanlarin hepsi beni tanirlar…gecen hafta isten gec ciktim..saat 12yi gecmisti…evde ekmek falan yoktu..firinin onunden gecerken iki kisinin calistigini gordum..daha once firinda hic karsilasmamamistik…beyaz kiyafetler icinde 18 19 yaslarinda iki gencti…firina dogru yurudugumde baslari bana cevrildi…ikisi birden bana bakiyordu…iceriye girdim..ekmek istedim..bir tanesi verdi..digeri arkadan beni kesiyordu…Parayi uzattim.bozuk yoktu…Kasadki”gerek yok.bizden olsun”dedi…israr ettim…arkadaki atladi “baska zaman hesaplasiriz” dedi…ve bir gulus atti…Anladigim kadariyla ikisi de cok azmisti…ve beni becermek istiyorlardi…Gulumseyerek:”Peki o zaman evimyakin bozuk para alip geleyim dedim…”Bekliyoruz; cok gecikme “dedi…Disari ciktim hizla eve gittim…Icim kipir kiprdi.hemen ustumdekileri cikarttim dolaptan pembe tanga sutyenimi alip giydim…altima siyah corap ve jartiyerimi cektim…mini pileli etegimin ustune pambe body kazak giydim vegece gec oldugu icin kimse gormez Anıttepe Escort diye cantama peruk ve makyaj malzemesi aldim…apartmandan cikinca perugumu taktim hafif makyaj yapip kirita kirita firina dogru yurumeye basladim…Firina yaklastigimda ikisi birden kafalarini cevirdi..biri hemen kosup bana kapiyi acti “hosgeldiniz buyrun” dedi…Ben kasadakine yaklasip “bozuk param evde de yokmus napicaz “dedim…”Buluruz bir yolunu” siz iceri gelin once” dedi ve beni iceri cekti…Firininin yanindaki duvara yaslandim…Adinin Cengiz oldugunu ogrendigim firinci yaklasti “Madem bozugun yok bozalim”dedi ve belime sarilip[ opmeye basladi…Cengiz sarilmis beni operken murat arkama gecip sikini dayamaya basladi…Biraz sonra kazagimi cikardim…Cengiz sutyenimin askilarini indirdi ve goguslerime bakip “Bir erkege gore gayet iri” dedi ve emmeye basladi..Murat da arkamdan siyrilip diger gogsumu emiyordu.Mutis zevk aliyordum.”Isirin goguslerimi erkeklerim!` diye bagirdim.Dislerini acimasizca goguslerime geciriyorlardi..Biraz sonra yavasladilar…ben hafifce dizlerimin ustune coktum Anıttepe Escort Bayan ve beyaz firinci pantolonlarinin ustunden siklerini oksamaya basladim…cengiz “hadi em!` dedi…Pantolonu hafifce indirdigimde karsima ince uzun bir alet cikti…Murat`in pantolonunun altindan ise daha kisa ama daha kalin bir alet cikti…istahla cengizinkini emmeye basladim..diger elimde ise muratin siki vardi..bir onu bir onu emiyordum…cengiz biraz sonra ayaga kalkti ve ve beni de ayaga kaldirip one egdi..Murat onume gecti ve sikini o pozisyonda agzima verdi..Ben Murat`i emerken Cengiz de etegimi yukari kaldimis tangami siyirmis deligimi yaliyordu…Muthiz bir zevkti…Birazdan Cengiz sikini kalcalarima vurmaya basladi…Ben de artik icime girmesi icin sabirsizlaniyordum..Murat agzimdan sikini bi cikarsa `Sik beni nolur`diye inliycektim ama murat agzimdan cikmiyordu…Cengiz basini hafifce yasladi ve icime ittirdi…icim yandi bagiramadim ama…Cengiz icimdeydi ve belimden kavramis beni sikiyordu..Murat da agzima pompaliyordu…Biraz sonra Murat tezgaha oturdu beni cagirdi ve ben Escort Anıttepe de tezgahin ustunde Murat`in sikine oturdum..Daha kalin oldugundan girmiyordu…Cengiz tezgah altindan yag cikartti ve deligimi yagladi…Murat yagli deligime hafifce kaydi..hissetmemistim bile..Cengiz ise tegahin ustune cikti ve agzima pompalamaya basladi…5 dk kadar sonra Cengiz beni tezgaha yatirdi ve bacaklarimi omzuna alip sikmeye basladi..Murat ise basima gecmis sikini agzima sokup cikartiyor;tassaklarini yalatiyordu…Bacak omzadan sonra Muart beni tezgaha yuz ustu yasladi bacaklarimi araladim sikini soktu ve hizli hizli girmeye basladi…icim yaniyo mutis zevk aliyordum…Murat belimi kavramis kalcalarimi tokatlaya tokatlaya beni sikiyordu…Cengiz ise karsimda sikini sivazliyor sirasini bekliyordu…2 dk sonra Murat cikti Cengiz girdi…Murat agzima sokuyordu sikini..inim inim inliyordum…Biraz sonra ikisi birden basima gecti ve siklerini agzima verdiler//1 dk kadar emdikten sonra sira ile yuzume patladilar…Cengiz bosalirken inliyordu “ARTIK FIRINCININ KIZI OLDUN BANU!!!`” diye…Agzimdaki doleri yuttum…Yuzumdekileri temizledim…Tangami sutyenimi duzelttikten sonra yanlarina yaklastim “iyki bozuk param yokmus imi?”dedim…Murat”Sorun diil olmazsa bozugun yine gel biz bozariz” dedi.Belimden kavrayip siki bir opucuk kondurdu…Firindan ciktim ve eve geldim…Firincinin kizini sikmek isteyen varsa bana ulassin…Gönderen: banu tan

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MERHABALAR.ben 33 yaşındayım yakın zamanda yaşadığım bi olayı anlatacağım sizlere..adım burak yaşıtım daha doğrusu kankam diyebileceğim bir arkadaşım var…bir gün bana akşama bir yerlere gidip efkar dağıtalım olurmu dedi, bende neden olmasın gideriz dedim…geç vakıtlere kadar kafaları demledik.. mekandan çıktığımızda saat gece yarısını çoktan geçmişti… bu saatten sonra benim eve gidelim dedi orda da birkaç kadeh içeriz olmazmı deyince bende kıramadım. neyse eve geldik ve ben salona geçtim ve canım bi ra istedi deyince bana birayı getiren arkadaşım duş alıp yanıma geleceğini söyledi ve giderkende güzel bir porno cd si koydu ben gelene kadar canın sıkılmasın Gaziosmanpaşa Escort dedi.bende biramı yudumlayıp filme verdim kendimi translarla ilgili bir filmdi ve bana da çekici geldi o anda sarışın vede esmer iki travesti birbirleri ile sevişiyorlardı sarışın simsiyah deriler ve çizmeler giymiş esmer olan ise naylon iç çamaşırları ile benim diyen dakınlara taş çıkartacak gibidiyler…öyle dalmışım ki o anda yanımda beliren o filmde ki sarışın hatunun benzerinin yanıma geldiğini fark etmedim…kasıklarına kadar uzun siyah çizmeler içinde jartiyerli çoraplar siyah deri külot vede sütyen ayrıca uzun parlak siyah eldiveler vede Gaziosmanpaşa Escort Bayan sarı uzun saçları olan bu hatun bir eve sigarası yakmış yanıma geldi bacaklarımı araladı zaten filmden şertleşmiş olan yarağımı pantolondan dışarı çıkarttı ve bu esnada siarasınıda bana verdi işlerini konuşmadan sessizce yapıyordu.sonra beni ayağa lkaldırdı ve dudaklarıma öyle bi yapıştı ki sanki kopartacaktı.uzunbir müddet öpüştük..ve beni soymaya başladı taki çıplak kalana kadar sonrada benim sikimi yalamaya vede ağzına ağmaya başladıama ne almak bademciklerine kadar sokuyordu ben ise abondone vaziyette kendimi tamamen ona Escort Gaziosmanpaşa bırakmıştım..taş gibi olan sikimi arkasına döndü göt deliğine getirdi ve bana bir krem uzattı bende önce parmaklarımla genişlettiğim o daracık deliğe zorda olsa girdim..işte o nada çığlıkla karışık bir ses duydum harikasın kocağım ne zamandır bu anı bekliyordum dedi ve ben bir daha şok oldum bu afet benim arkadaşmış meğer…ben o an neyapacağımı şaşırmışken hadi erkeğim kocam benim niye şaşırdın ki sen benim gecelerimi ruyalarımı süslüyordun ve ben bu muradıma en sonun erdim..aşkım,erkeğim kocaom benim artık sen benim kocamsın dedi ve onu ilk bozanda benim olduğunu söyledi..ben ise çok hoş bir gece geçirmenin sarhoşluğu ileonun yanına uzandım bir sigara daha yaktı dumanını çektikten sonra dudaklarıma yapiştı ev o dumanları ağzımın içine üfledi ve buda bana ayrı bir zevk verdii..ta biiki bu ilişkimizin sadece başlangıçı idi ve hala o benim sadık karım artık yalnız kaldığımız anlarda da bana kocacığım diye hitap ediyor…..

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