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— Early in their relationship Kathryn visits William’s house for the first time, content is mild, the story continues to set the background up for and create the context for their later adventures.

— In the timeline the events occur before Kathryn Goes Shopping.

— Always happy to receive comments and suggestions.

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Kathryn luxuriates in and then finishes her shower, does her hair and applies her make-up before he is done with his training session, she heads down to his home gym to find him shirtless and sweating as he swings a kettlebell that looks almost impossibly heavy, after a minute or so he places it down with a soft thudding sound that confirms its solidity to her, breathing as heavily as he is sweating he reaches for a drink before he speaks, “Sorry, just five more minutes and I’ll be done. You can stay if you want.”

She enjoys watching his body but, silently aware of her own near non-existent fitness regime, she declines and leaves him to it, opting to start coffee instead. She finds an espresso machine and several of cafetieres in the kitchen and, opting for the latter puts the kettle on. As it heats she decides to dress and heads up the stairs to his bedroom, it’s a large house for a man on his own and her curiosity getting the better of her, she turns the handle of the one closed door on the landing.

She can’t been able to believe her eyes at what she finds within, she isn’t a total innocent, and, well everyone has had fantasies, but she’d never quite imagined anything like the display the walls of this bedroom, if she’d still been clothed and they had not already made love tenderly, if she didn’t feel so much as though she belonged when in his arms she’d have made her excuses and fled, even if her heart might have later regretted it, it was a moment her dreams would revisit time and again.

As she stands in the doorway she can see one display that is striking, ah, a poor choice of words if ever there were one for it contains over a dozen varied crops, canes and whips, another an array of feathers, brushes, strange spiked wheels that looked like spurs.

The room smells richly of expensive leather, as in the rest of the house the decor is, for the most part, conservative, but in place of his modern bed is a four-poster, and instead of the bookshelves, music library and LCD screens on the walls elsewhere she finds tall, elegant mirrors and a serious of quite outrageous display cabinets, or, to be precise, conservative dark wood display cabinets displaying outrageous contents. Despite her shock, and as there is no sign of William finishing his training and coming upstairs, she thinks she can still faintly hear the sounds of his exertion…

…Kathryn had always mocked the girls in horror movies who stepped into the unknown but now that the unknown presents itself she finds herself looking over her shoulder and with a quickening of her heart deciding that a few short steps while no-one was around can do no harm. She steps inside to see more closely. She moves toward the cabinet that is filled with a bizarre array of whips, sees a third, to her right with a variety of restraints, if these are the items on display she hesitates to think what must be in the tastefully matched cupboards and drawers.

First, she pauses at the display of restraints thick black leader and bright polished steel. There is no denying the visual artistry of this or the other displays, she allows her fingers the lightest of touches on several items, and is surprised by the weight of even the slim steel chains, the soft, yet unyielding nature of the leather cuffs, realises the tactile richness matches the sight and scent. One set of chains has strange clips at its ends which distinctly worry a part of Kathryn’s imagination and she quickly moves on.

The array of whips though is even more daunting, there are long thin ones that remind her a little of those a coachman might use, she recognises the riding crops and canes, there had been a cane on the wall in her headmistress’s office. She remembered being teased about it by Nancy Turner and living in fear of it for almost a year before she learnt that corporal punishment had been banned in schools years before. On an impulse, she lifts it from its peg, feels the fine harsh grain of the wood, tests its springiness, taps it against her hand. When she tries a practice swing she is surprised by the sound it makes through the air, she tries a harder tap and jumps as it makes a slapping sound, then she feels heat spreading through her palm from the point it has touched.

A shade of the naughty schoolgirl she hadn’t dared be rises and she slides the sleeve of her robe up, pauses to gather her bravery and brings it down in a slap, “Fuck!” she exclaims almost dropping the cane in shock at bright pain that flashes through the soft skin on the inside of her forearm.

Then she almost leaps out of her skin as William’s voice, murmurs, “If you’re a pervgin, I’d start xslot with something a little milder than a cane.”

“But, why? Why would you use those things on a person?” Kathryn felt intimidated, she was wearing nothing but his borrowed bathrobe, she wished she had more on, wished she were not alone with him, that she hadn’t read those books, hadn’t stepped into this room, hadn’t failed to hear him coming upstairs, she wished many wishes in a rush of quickening heartbeats.

“Which things? The fur mits? Feathers? Soft skin brushes?” He asks in response, with the devil staring deep into her and the boy dancing in his eyes. He reaches past her and she freezes at the motion, she sees him take a wide blusher brush from its place and feels a rush of relief, he holds it up for her inspection and then in a slow, deliberate motion places its soft bristles against the skin of her cheek and uses it to caress her skin, the effect is completely unlike using a brush to apply make-up on herself.

The stroking makes its way back down the V at the front of her robe and as it does his free hand passes over her breast, a jolt of pleasure, shoots through her and the hardness its tip confirms to her that he is aware of her arousal, not trusting herself to speak she tilts back her head and raises her mouth towards his.

She thinks, “Damn you, you know which things” but only says, nervously, “The other things, the whips and canes.” She can’t believe she’s barely clothed in this man’s home talking about these things, trying to stay calm while he seems on the verge of laughter and her own heart tries to escape her chest.

He looks into her eyes as if for permission and then slowly draws its softness from her hairline behind her ear down the length of her neck, his bass tone enquires, “Have you liked the things I’ve done with you?” Sparks of unexpected pleasure radiate from its touch as his voice sounds inside her.

“Yes, um, of course I have.” She says, wishing that she were enjoying the things he was doing to her right now just a bit less.

“And have I done or forced you to do anything against your will?” Eyes dead serious as they seek her attention, he trails the brush down the robe’s collar, she’s glad the belt is done up, though she is becoming aware that her stiffening nipples don’t agree with her.

“No, of course not, I wouldn’t have…” Here she remembers him holding her on the edge of her orgasm, insisting that she open her eyes and watch herself before being allowed to cum, and she remembers the overwhelming surge of pleasure as she surrendered to his demand, how he would partially undress her and use her own clothing to keep her arms immobile while his gentle caresses worked their magic, “I trust you but…”

“But what?” He challenges her and raises an eyebrow, and she is amazed that he seems genuinely curious. The fine bristles, softer than any in her own make-up bag move begin to upwards, to her relief and disappointment.

“But what if I didn’t want you to do something?”

“I imagine that either you’d ask me not to or that you would not appear to be enjoying yourself and that would make me stop.” He carries on caressing her with soft, confident motions of the brush, each a delightful note as he plays her warm, glowing freshly bathed skin. “Why? Is there something you want me to not do to you?” Damn his seriousness and damn that laugh hiding behind it! “When people are playing physical games there are signals and words, whether it wrestling, martial arts, or, so to speak ‘marital arts’, for example, if you chose pineapple as a word meaning stop…” He loosens her robe, and trails the brush down the curve of her breast, “All you would have to do to make me stop would be to say ‘pineapple'”.

The strange, soft caress is tantalizing, one more thing unlike any other Kathryn’s body has ever experienced, she opens her mouth, but does so in the hope of his kiss, not to say “Pineapple.” And his lips find hers as the robe’s belt falls and one hand reaches to the oh-so-sensitive skin of her waist, sending a delicious shiver through her. The brush continues to the underside of her breast and slowly spirals towards he rapidly stiffening and suddenly aching bud, as it arrives at and then circles its destination sparks of pleasure radiate throughout her body. Time slows for Kathryn and after a moment or an age when William pulls the brush away; she finds her body leaning forwards. He leans forward once more and first his warm breath and then his lips find her aching tip, drawing a gasp from her.

He pushes her robe wider open exposing her other breast and the once again begins stroking her skin softly with the delicious device, She finds herself standing in a passive reverie, warm, comfortable, for the first time in her life in such brazen exposure, lulled by his tender attentions despite the knowledge that she stood a bare few inches from an array of torture instruments.

He mirrors his earlier ministrations, xslot Giriş collar bone, sternum, the curve of her breast, and she finds her skin even more sensitive, each nerve already alive with anticipation as the brush’s gentle caress approaches. Her eyes close as it nears her nipple and she gasps as it lingers there, sighs as it eventually trails downwards, tickling its way to the crease between her thigh and hip and his lips replace it in touching her breast. He breaks away just as the brush grazes her outer labia and she moans at loss of its touch.

He moves closer and she feels the heat of his strength on her skin as he bends and gifts her mouth the briefest of kisses, then takes hold of the open sides of draws her forwards, eventually sitting himself on the bed in front of her, his face level with her still aching and stiff nipples, he kisses each as his hands ease her unresisting legs apart with their gentle strength and confident touch.

“Stay there,” he commands, as the corner of his mouth turns upwards and igniting the gleam in his eye, he stands and moves past Kathryn, and her head turns to follow him, but he stops her, “No peeking.” He says as he kisses the base of her neck.

Kathryn’s curiosity is burning, and, knowing what is behind her it is partly with a nervous fear, her trust wars with mental images of whips and chains, she almost jumps a moment later when his arms encircle her and her heart leaps as his lips once more find the melting spot on her neck. Moving around her he resumes his place sitting before her and takes up her left hand in his own, he raises his right and there are three items in it, the brush, a strange spur like wheel on a handle and a strange black object shaped a little like a microphone. He places this down on the bed beside himself and then slowly trails the brush and the spur wheel along the length of her hand with the softest of touches the tiny needles and soft fibres igniting contrasting sparks of pleasure.

As he does he looks intently into her eyes, “Is this Okay?” He asks, back in his Mr Stern tone, and it is.

Kathryn takes a moment to respond, the mix of delicacy and intensity quite overwhelming her, “Yes, more than Okay.” She confesses, her eyes lowering to watch him touch her with them.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, releasing her hand and transferring the brush to his left. He takes her silence for assent and reaches forward with the two devices.

“Will it hurt?” Kathryn murmurs a little afraid despite her soaring arousal.

“No, it shouldn’t, and remember, ‘pineapple’.” And as he says the word he allows both to make the lightest of contact with her skin just below each collar bone. The contrasting sensations wash through her body and escalate further as she recognises the pattern of movement as those with which he had caressed her with the brush alone earlier, this time the spiked wheel mirrors the motion of the brush delivering delicious tingles with the occasions sudden peak of something more intense.

Despite her trust, and the pleasures flowing like hot rivers throughout her body, the sharp spikes approaching her now painfully erect nipple cause a thrill of fear in Kathryn’s heart, it was all very well for William to tell her this wouldn’t hurt but… Yet at the same time, she found her breath quickening not merely in fear and her body yearning towards this strange touch. The tingles turn to tiny lightning strikes as the wheel nears her tender bud each strike grounding deep inside her, she catches her breath as they prick ever so gently around her areole, and stay circling there, the tip of her nipple achingly waiting, Kathryn half fearfully waiting.

The thunder that has been following the sparks of light arrives in a rumbling wave as the tiny needles finally make contact with their destination and the last flashes of lightning ground blindingly in her clitoris, Kathryn’s knees buck involuntarily and she cries out.

And he stops, panting, afloat in a near orgasmic state her eyes find Williams, he fixes her gaze with his own and places the miraculous items down by his side, his hands now caress her, breasts, stomach, thighs, inner thighs and then finally her labia, one finger traces a gentle line from her anus to the top of her slit brushing over the outside of her hood despite her hips best efforts to make this contact more intense. “Are you ready?” He asks, and her only response is to widen her stance and press her mons towards him.

He lifts the black object and presses what looks like its handle, after a few seconds it buzzes into life, and Kathyrn realises, outwardly voiceless her internal voice begins its own commentary as she hovers in an almost out of body state “Oh my God, it’s a vibrator, and I’m so close!” He presses its round head against her opening and twists it, sending a shaking through her, “So smooth, I’m so wet”.

Satisfied that the toy has collected sufficient of Kathryn’s own, lubrication, William xslot Güncel Giriş runs the wand from her anus to the top of her slit and back in slow motions he barely presses, but Kathryn finds herself rocking against the bulbous head. His left hand and his lips claim her breasts and her body reverberates in unison like a drum skin stretched between the three points of contact, he stops moving the vibrator while it is directly on top of her clitoris and allows her to press herself against it for a moment and then another until she feels the tide inside her is about to break then returns to stroking the round smoothness over the length of her sensitive vulva as she wails in frustration, it moves down, down to her perineum, then her anus he doesn’t push but her muscles clench and spasm against even this gentle contact. He lets her ride it briefly before moving the wand back upwards, and as it resumes its travels Kathryn lets out a guttural cry.

She whimpers, places her hands on his shoulders and leans down, her muscles twitching now, barely in control, she’s never cum standing up unsupported before, ten days ago she had never even cum while in the same room as anyone else. Now she is trying to ride this toy as though her life depends upon it.

Once again he pauses over her clitoris, the devices buzzing intensifies as he does, and Kathryn lets out a sob, it moves down, pauses at her entrance and again over her anus she is unable to control the muscle there and it pulses against the soft pressure, then up once more, yet again it comes to a rest over her clitoris eliciting a moan from her lips, the vibrations become more insistent and he presses a little more firmly, his teeth and fingertips tighten slightly on her nipples and she spasms, leaning heavily on him groaning out loud, but rather than her release the sound is followed by a keening wail as he moves tortuously down once more.

William slips the head of the wand into the crook of his hand and cupping it against the base of her pubic bone, the tips if his middle and index fingers enter her, his ring finger’s pad rests flat over her rose and that of his thumb presses into her clitoris. Kathryn can feel vibrations through his hand as well as through the wand’s direct contact, her grip clenches fiercely at his shoulders, he presses the fingers inside her hard against the inside of her pubic bone and she stops breathing.

He begins slowly rotating his hand, caressing each point of contact strongly and he power of his arm takes some of her weight through the head of the vibrator and Kathryn lets out a long animal cry, when her lungs are empty and burning she draw in another ragged breath and cries out again, her knees buckle against his her arms braces she feels her breasts and pelvis take their share of her weight and it continues.

William holds her, his hands unrelenting in its subtle motion until her cries turn back to sobs and she is at the point of collapse and only then does he remove his touch and the wand away from her, lift her crumbling form and lay her on the bed, kiss her unresisting mouth and let her rest.

In the afterglow Kathryn nestles against him, meek and content, as he lazily caresses her softness through her open robe, Kathryn blushes, and her blush deepens as his touch grazes the aureole of her breast, “You called me a pervgin!” She chuckles and it feels deliciously warm inside as she does, “What even is a pervgin?”

William laughs the rich laugh that she can hear enough, “Well you were, and it’s someone who hasn’t tried anything a bit more imaginative sexually.” His face becomes more serious and he looks into, or is it through her eyes, “So do you like what this is all for?”

Her colour rose even higher and she buried her head against him, resists when he lifts her chin, but not when he kisses her mouth, “It was unexpected,” Her eyes fight away from his, look down, “Incredible!” Her hand presses against his muscular chest, “What do you get out of all this?”

“All what?” He seems genuinely puzzled.

“The toys, the way you touch, I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“What do you mean? Doesn’t everyone like to please their partners?”

“They do… at least… I do… But…” Kathryn pauses, “All this is so much more, I’ve never had an orgasm with anyone before, but you make me cum so intensely, easily…” She blushes before continuing, “Easier than I can myself.”

His eyes gleam boysishly, “I must have a knack.” He replies, and that devil’s smile of his twists the corner of his mouth upwards, “And I like it when my partner is completely satisfied, he leans forward to kiss her.”

She allows him to do so, her mouth opening to him as her body does, “The, other things, the chains, whips…”

“They can make the experience, and the pleasure, more intense too, if you like them.” The gentleness of his voice at odds in her head with the topic, she can’t quite believe that in the aftermath of her overpowering orgasm she’s lying in his arms discussing torture.

“I don’t think I’d like to be hit with those things.” She says, looking at the display of cruel instruments, her heart beating wildly at the thought of her body being beaten, “Especially if I couldn’t move!”

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Chapter 1 ended with these paragraphs:

Laura stuttered and tried to regain some composure. She blushed, and looked briefly away, then visibly gathered her will and looked back into his eyes. “If you tell me not to cum, I will try my best not to. I don’t know that I can hold back if you keep touching me, but I will do my best.”

Her earnestness and strength touched him and he told her to lift herself again, and took his hand away. “That was what I needed to hear, my pet. I’ll give you release later, several times. And in time, we’ll work on you not having orgasms until you’re permitted.”

Laura shuddered, but didn’t quite cum. His words alone had almost triggered an orgasm, but she fought against it and won. He saw her tremble, and knew the effect he had had on her, and grinned. “Good girl,” he said softly. “You have the right attitude, and the strength, to be a good submissive. And that’s what we’ll work on this weekend. We have this night, and Friday, Saturday and Sunday. By Sunday evening, when you go home, you’ll have learned more than you would have thought possible.”

Now, on to Laura: Initiation of a Submissive Chapter 2…

Laura felt relief as she saw Jason, their waiter, coming toward the table with a large tray. He set it on a holder near their banquette, and swiftly removed their salads. “For you, mademoiselle, the Sole Florentine with rice pilaf – would you like another water, or perhaps a carafe of white wine?” She looked to her left and got no response at all.

“No, thank you. I don’t think I’ll need wine to help me enjoy my dinner,” she replied softly, and felt an approving pressure on her thigh.

“Very well. And for you, sir, the filet, medium rare, with baked potato, sour cream, chives and bacon. More water, sir?”

“Yes, Jason, please bring one for each of us,” he answered.

“Very well, sir. I’ll be right back.”

As Jason left, she looked at him and was surprised as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips softly met hers, and the tip of his tongue swiped lightly across her parted lips. As he withdrew, he smiled. “Good decision on the wine. We don’t need any kind of ‘help’ to enjoy either the dinner or the rest of the weekend. Water tastes good, and is good for us.”

Laura had never had Sole Florentine before. In fact, she usually didn’t like fish, so she was surprised at the light, flaky texture and the subtlety of the flesh, which allowed the spices to tantalize her tongue. “This is excellent,” she murmured. “Thank you for choosing it for me.”

He smiled as he chewed and swallowed a bit of his filet. “I thought you would appreciate it. It’s light but tasty. I wouldn’t want to weigh you down with a heavy meal before we get fully into your initiation.”

“Thank you, Sir. I … well, I really didn’t expect you to be quite so kind. I kind of expected … I don’t know, unrelenting … umm, firmness, and that maybe you’d even be a little harsh.” She trembled inside at her words, even though she knew that he expected her to speak truthfully to him at all times.

“You may at times consider me a harsh teacher,” he said with another of those wicked xslot grins that so enthralled her. “But when we finish your training in six months or so, you’ll understand that every step, every stroke of the cane was designed especially for you, to help you become what you need to be.”

Laura shuddered visibly at his mention of the cane. That thin, whippy device frightened her more than anything, even the thought of anal sex, which they had agreed would be part of her training. No one had ever even touched her there, and she was terribly worried that she wouldn’t be able to do it, but she was determined to try, to become perfectly available in every way to the man to whom she would give her allegiance. She had seen pictures and even a couple of videos of women being caned, and the sight of the welts that rose almost instantly on those bare bottoms, and the streaky bruises that formed within minutes, terrified her. And just as with anal penetration, she knew that she would do all that she could to bear it, and learn to accept it as an integral part of her life.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said softly, realizing that as she had thought about the experiences to come, she had missed something he said. “I was … thinking, and I didn’t hear you.”

His eyes narrowed a little again, and he looked deep into her eyes. “Turn toward me, Little One.” She obeyed the firm tone of his voice, and he reached to her breasts and cupped them in each hand. She knew that many people in the restaurant could see them, but at this point, she didn’t care. She had been rude to him, and whatever discipline he chose would be right. His thumbs and forefingers closed on her still-aroused nipples and slowly began to tighten. “I asked…” he said slowly as he pinched her, “if you…” his fingers tightening more, becoming painful, “wanted…” she wanted at that instant to squirm, but knew that she could not, should not. “…dessert.” His fingers clamped even more tightly for a moment, then released her, his hands falling to his thighs.

She gasped from the combination pain and excitement his actions had created, and the sudden tingle brought by the blood rushing back into her nipples. “I … I’m sorry, Sir,” she stammered. Then she gathered her wits and straightened her back. “No, thank you, Sir. I don’t think the dessert I would want is on the restaurant’s menu.” It was her turn to hold a wicked smile in her eyes, and he laughed with her.

“And what dessert would my Little One want, that’s not served in one of Atlanta’s finest restaurants?”

“I want… I want to be spanked, Sir. Spanked hard, by your hand on my bare bot… my bare ass. I want to feel your hand on me.”

“Well, then, let us pass on dessert and head for home. You have surprised me yet again. I have to admit, I’m looking forward to that myself.”

Jason the waiter came toward their table, almost as if he had been listening to them. “Was everything all right, sir?”

“Everything was fine, Jason. Mademoiselle particularly enjoyed the sole. Please give our compliments to Henri.”

“I will, sir. Would you or Mademoiselle like some dessert?”

He xslot Giriş grinned and said, “No, we just discussed that, and decided that we would be very happy with what we’ve had. I’ll sign the check if you have it, please.”

Jason brought the bill out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Laura couldn’t help but notice that it was blank, except for the table number and Jason’s initials. A quick scribble of a golden pen, and the check was handed back to the waiter. “Shall we go, my dear?”

“May I have a moment to freshen up?” she asked. “I won’t be but a moment.”

“Certainly,” he said. “Jason will point you in the right direction.”

Laura followed the young waiter and then caught up with him as he hesitated to point the way to the ladies’ room. “Jason? Why was our check blank?”

He looked at her curiously, and then smiled. “Don’t you know? He owns the restaurant!”

She couldn’t think of anything to say except, “Oh. I see,” and follow the waiter’s gesture toward the discreetly marked door. Once inside, she stopped in front of the mirror and examined herself. Her dress was holding up nicely, no wrinkles to be seen, even when she turned to get a back view. “I guess if you don’t sit on it, it doesn’t wrinkle,” she murmured to herself with a sigh. Her hair was impeccable, but she needed to touch up her lipstick. As she did that little chore, she once again became aware of a stickiness in her upper thighs and crotch, and thought of wiping herself down in one of the stalls. “No,” she thought. “He knows how wet I was, and I think he enjoys it. No, I know he enjoys it. But I want him to see it, feel it on me – concrete evidence of how excited he’s made me.”

With her lipstick repaired from the meal, she exited the lounge, leaving a five-dollar tip for the attendant, who had done nothing but watch her. She didn’t care. Just the time to think about what had happened in the last hour was well worth the tip. She saw him waiting in the lobby, and walked over to him with a smile. “Shall we?” she asked as she let him take her arm.

As they went out the door and down the walkway to the valet station, she slowed her steps slightly and looked up at him. “How long will it take to get ‘home,’ Sir? How long will it be before you spank me?”

He laughed softly, delighted with her. “It will take about forty minutes to drive home. But I can spank you in less than three minutes from now, when we get to the car.”

Laura’s eyes brightened with delight. “Really? Please?”

“Really.” The head valet saw them coming and removed a set of keys from the rack, motioning to one of the runners. “Kenny, I believe we’ll walk to the car this evening,” he said to the valet. “Thank you, though,” and handed him a folded bill. He took her arm again and they began to walk into the large parking lot. “Ahh, I see the car,” and he guided her toward a mostly empty area of the lot. When they got to a gleaming Mercedes, he led her toward the front of the car. “Bend over the hood, Little One, and lift your skirt.”

“Outside the car, Sir?” she protested. “I thought you meant…”

“You xslot Güncel Giriş thought I meant inside the car? That’s for teenagers, my pet. If you don’t want a spanking now…” he let his voice trail off suggestively. She pulled her dress up until she was exposed to the night air to above her navel and bent quickly over the hood of the car. “Spread your feet apart.” She did, and felt one of his feet press against the inside of hers, pushing it further. She could feel the night breeze brushing past her exposed sex, and knew that she was again wet, again seeping down the insides of her thighs.

He put his left hand on the small of her back, pressing her a little more firmly into the hood, and suddenly her bottom felt a large, heavy hand strike. The crack of contact seemed to echo through the parking lot, and she looked up to see if anyone could see them. When his hand came down on her other cheek, though, it didn’t seem to matter any more, just as it hadn’t with the man in the grey suit, and she laid her cheek down on the hood to focus on the sensations. He spanked her firmly, though not harshly, his hand alternating between cheeks. She could feel the heat rise, and knew that her pretty fanny was turning a bright pink. Twenty-two more smacks and she knew her bottom was burning hot – and that her cunt was leaking her excitement almost down to her knees.

His hand slid between her legs, once again cupping her as intimately as a woman can be held, two fingers laid flat between her labia, their tips pressing firmly against her erect clitoris. She shuddered, then shuddered again as those same two fingers drew back and then thrust strongly inside her. “Don’t cum,” he said softly. “Don’t cum.” She shuddered, close to losing control, and then felt as if her entire insides had been ripped out of her as he withdrew his fingers. “Don’t… don’t cum,” he said again.

Her legs were quivering so hard they could barely hold her up. If it hadn’t been for her arms laid across the hood, and his hand still pressing down against the small of her back, she was convinced she would simply melt into a happy puddle next to the wheel of his car. His spanking hand now rubbed gently up and down her back while he continued to hold her with the other hand. Slowly, she regained control and lifted her head. “I think I can stand now,” she whispered. He still supported her as she raised herself and turned to stand facing him, but still leaning against the car. “I have never … never … never been so close to cumming, and not done it. I didn’t think it was possible, but when you said, ‘Don’t cum,’ I forced myself to stop. I was already started, I think… and I stopped. I didn’t know that could happen.” She suddenly realized that her dress was still raised above her waist, her shaven pussy exposed. She thought about being embarrassed, then realized she wasn’t – not in front of him. Thoughtfully, she reached down and lowered her dress to its normal position.

He walked her slowly to the door of the car, opened it and helped her sit down, raising the back of her skirt to put her bare, burning bottom on the soft leather seat. “I’m so wet,” she protested weakly, holding herself just an inch above the seat.

He laughed. “It’s good for the leather. Sit.” She sat, wincing slightly from the heat and residual pain from the spanking. “Let’s head for home. It’s time your real training began.”

To Be Continued…

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He arrived almost exactly when he said he would, like he always did. Still, she had been keeping an anxious eye on the driveway the whole morning, so when the bell rang, she opened the door almost immediately.

She instantly regretted this as he gave her a knowing smile and she could only blush.

“Hello Kitten.” His voice alone was enough to make her go weak in the knees.

He stepped forward and took her into his arms. He kissed her deeply for several long seconds, before pulling back and holding her by the shoulders at arm’s length to inspect his property.

He smiled again and gave her an approving nod.

The short sundress with the thin shoulder straps and low back had been a gift from him and, with today’s nice weather, wearing it had been a no brainer. The design didn’t allow her to wear a bra, but with her small breasts it really wasn’t much of an issue.

Taking her with him Daddy pushed into her apartment and closed the front door behind him. When they reached the living room sofa, he turned her around without a word and bent her over the back. His fingers slid up her smooth legs. When they reach the hem of her skirt, he took it with him, hiking the skirt up to her hips. Holding the skirt in place with one hand, the other slid into the waistband of her panties. Slowly and sensually he pulled them down to just above her knees. She gasped as the same finger slid down, first through her crack and then into the already soaking wet slit between her legs. She heard him rummage in his pockets, and then fiddle with what sounded like a tube. Next she felt the pressure of a, well lubricated, plug invading her ass. She needed a moment to unclench, but he was both patient and persistent and soon she had taken the whole thing. xslot He rummaged again and she soon felt, what she deemed to be, a roughly egg-shaped object enter her pussy.

This time there was no artificial lubricant required and it slid in easily.

With two of her holes plugged he pulled her panties back up before helping her to her feet. They both smiled as she smoothed down her skirt.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded, and he took her hand to lead her out the front door to his car.

Seated in the car, he fiddled with his phone and, without warning, both the items he had inserted into her sprang into life. The vibrations were by no means violent, but they certainly were impossible to ignore.

For the rest of the drive, and the morning they spent browsing the farmers’ market, Daddy was the perfect boyfriend and gentleman. He told her interesting stories, asked her questions, and made her laugh.

She soon found that the plug in her ass, and the egg in her pussy did not vibrate at a constant rate. They stopped and started independently and seemingly at random, only very occasionally working in unison. The effect was that, though they never threatened her with a full-blown orgasm, she was constantly reminded of her place in the world.

She was Daddy’s toy, to do with as he pleased.

While sitting down for a light lunch Kitten had to do everything she could to keep a straight face in front of the waitress, while Daddy played with her via remote control.

Midafternoon they drove back to Daddy’s house.

The first thing he did when they arrived was to bend her over the dining room table to remove the two toys that had been her constant companions all day. He then sent her off to the bathroom to xslot Giriş relieve herself and freshen up.

When she returned a familiar canvas bag was waiting on the table.

One by one, he slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor leaving her topless. He turned her around, and having rummaged in the bag she soon felt her hands being pulled behind her back before being encircled by rope. Having tied her wrists he next tied her elbows along with a harness around her chest with strands above and below her breasts.

Her upper body now completely secured he turned her around to face him again and then pushed her down onto her knees before unzipping his fly. With well trained enthusiasm she took him into her mouth and started working her tongue up and down his shaft. With her hands tied behind her back she needed to use her neck and hips, she was also required to effectively hold on to his cock with her mouth in order to not fall over.

It wasn’t very long before he came. Kitten swallowed what she could, and cleaned off the rest with her tongue.

His immediate needs taken care of, he hooked one finger into the harness around her chest, and gently pulled her to her feet. Grabbing her by the hips he lifted her onto the dining room table. He took hold of the waistband of her, by now sopping wet, panties with both hands and pulled, sliding them past her knees and then her ankles. He turned her over so she was lying on her stomach, her rock hard nipples sensitive to the cold surface. One hand grabbed hold of her hair near the scalp and gently pulled back her head. He stuffed her panties into her mouth, patiently bit by bit until she had taken it all. A silk scarf, that he retrieved from the canvas xslot Güncel Giriş bag was pulled between her teeth and tied at the back of her head.

The cleave gag ensured that the panties stayed in. More rope went around her knees and ankles now, and soon she was tightly hogtied, a pretty little display piece on her master’s dining room table.

Daddy then started cooking.

Naked, inescapably hogtied, and gagged with her own panties, Kitten could do nothing but patiently wait, chewing on her gag and constantly tasting her own arousal. She watched Daddy move around the kitchen. Occasionally he would glance in her direction and flash her a smile of approval.

Eventually he returned to her and first untied the rope connecting her ankles to her wrists, before also untying her knees and ankles, leaving her legs free. This freedom was short lived though as he lifted her from the table and immediately sat her down in one of the chairs. Taking up the rope again he secured each ankle to a leg of the chair forcing her legs open and leaving her pussy on display. He then set the table for two before dishing up for both of them. Having set a plate of delicious looking food in front of her, he finally untied her cleave gag and helped her to spit out the panties.

First, he gave her a sip of wine from his own glass. Then he started feeding her, small mouthfuls at a time, occasionally stopping to take a bit from his own plate.

Dinner was a lengthy affair with one person doing all the work, but eventually Kitten felt full and satisfied in at least one way. Through the vibrating plugs, the bondage, and the overall romance, Daddy had been keeping her on edge all day. She was by now burning with desire and wanted nothing more than to be ravaged.

After dinner, Daddy took away the plates before returning to her. He untied her ankles and lifted her into his arms. With her head resting on his shoulder, her hands still tied behind her back, he carried her off to his bedroom.

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It all started last autumn. I was renting a flat in London, a small bedsit over a row of rundown shops where the smell from countless restaurants hung in the air like stale cigarette smoke. I’d been unemployed for nearly a year and if it wasn’t for the council paying my landlord every month I’d have been sleeping out in the park with all the other drunks and users. Anything that came along to brighten the drab grey of the damp city street was welcome, and I used to spend hours standing at the window eyeing women passing along the street below, my eyes taking in ever sway of their hips as they criss-crossed the street.

It had been a warm summer and lots of girls were wearing short skirts or dresses. I loved watching their slim legs as they sauntered along the pavement. I spent hours guessing which were wearing stockings beneath those swaying hemlines, standing at the window rubbing my hard cock through my trousers as I dreamed of thin blank panties just yearning to be rolled down over curvaceous thighs. I even made up names for the regular passers-by: Lisa in her black knee-length number, Tracy with her cotton print mini-dress, and Jenny, just begging to be taken from behind in her longish grey number with the kick pleats and the long back vent.

Then, one day, the flat a few doors down from me went vacant. There was a dirty “For Let” sign hung in the shop window downstairs for nearly three months before a new occupant moved in: that would be about the middle of September. I noticed the sign had gone before I saw who had moved in, but one Tuesday morning when I was nursing a hangover I opened he curtains and saw a girl coming out of the door and walking down the iron stairs at the back of the flats. She was dressed in the prefect uniform of a local school, so I guessed she must be in her final term and therefore about eighteen, although she looked pretty mature. What I noticed first was her blonde hair down the back of her dark blue blazer. As my eyes looked down her body I couldn’t believe the length of her skirt: it was so short I felt sure the school would have banned her on the spot if she stepped through the gates dressed like that. As I watched her walking down the steps I realised what she’d done. It was an old trick I’d seen some of the more forward girls do before: roll the waistband of their skirts over several times so it was hitched up short. I figured that she must be keen to impress some boy on the bus but would make sure she unrolled the top of the skirt before she went to class.

From that moment I was hooked. Because she left for school at the same time every day I made sure I was always at the window when she left home, dreaming of what I’d like to do to that slim sexy body as she strolled off towards the bus stop. I began wanking each morning as I watched her walk down the road, seeing if I could come before she turned the corner. I wondered if, one day, I could be outside my flat on some pretext and engage her in conversation. I even dreamed that, if I got her talking, I could somehow get round to inviting her up to my room. I’m thirty xslot but I pride myself I look at least ten years younger, so I reckoned I may have been able to kid her I was nearer her age so I could get closer to those sexy hips and soft young chest. Little did I know then where my lust was going to lead me.

It must have been about the end of October when it happened. It was just after breakfast and I was asleep in front of the television, my pants still wet from where I’d jerked off watching her that morning. Suddenly I was woken by a ring on the doorbell, and when I’d focused enough to open the door I found a middle-aged woman looking at me, her eyes full of anger.

“You pervert!” she snarled before I could even mumble a greeting. “You’ve been watching my daughter. I’ve seen you hiding behind the curtains. I’ve seen you fondling yourself.”

I froze.

“Come inside,” I said weakly, trying to stop her shouting and alerting the entire neighbourhood to my sexual habits. Fortunately she stepped into the hall, and I was able to shut the door before she started shouting again.

“I’m going to have you arrested. For fucksake she’s a schoolgirl.”

“She’s over sixteen,” I replied mildly in my defence, but she wasn’t taking any notice.

“How do you know?” she snapped. “She could be twelve for all you know.”

“She’s wearing a prefect’s tie,” I stammered, trying to defend myself. “She must be eighteen or more.”

“Yeah,” she growled again, “she’s eighteen: just. But she’s still a schoolgirl. And how old are you? Thirty? Forty?”

The thought she could mistake me for being forty didn’t do much for my ego, but at the time the only thing on my mind was how to stop her yelling.

“Look,” I began firmly, but my voice drifted away as she stared at me defiantly.

“So you want to fuck her, eh?” she continued unabated. “You like girls in uniform do you? Men like you should be castrated. You dirty little fucker!”

I didn’t see her knee come up until it was too late. She caught me right in the groin and I collapsed onto the carpet at her feet, writhing in agony with the terrible pain from my crushed balls. As I lay there, rolling on the carpet, she stood and watched me dispassionately. Then, while I was still lying on the floor, she fetched a chair from the dining room.

“Sit on there,” she ordered, and fearing another bullbusting I did as she asked. I was still clutching my groin, and sitting up in the chair was even more painful than lying on the floor, but I knew I was powerless. I hardly noticed as she unbuckled the belt from her jeans and walked around behind me, pulling my arms around the back of the chair and securing them with her belt. When this had been accomplished, and she was certain I was secure, she stood in front of me again, watching as I struggled hopelessly to free myself.

Slowly, her eyes fixed on me, she unzipped her jeans and rolled them down, stepping out of them as they lay in an untidy tangle on the floor. My eyes dropped from her face to her crutch, and despite my pain the sight xslot Giriş of her white panties and her slender bare legs started to harden my dick.

“You’ve got a good recovery time,” she said sarcastically. “Do you want to fuck me too? Do you want me to take off my panties?”

I didn’t answer, but my cock was so hard inside my trousers words were unnecessary.

She smiled.

“Okay, loser. I’ll give you thrill.”

She pulled down her panties and I found myself staring at the dark triangle of hair around her pussy. Despite the beating she’d given to my balls I wanted her badly, and when she stepped close to me I tried arching my groin up to meet her advancing body. For a moment she looked amused at my desperate attempts to reach her clit whilst still bound to the chair. Then, still smiling, she kneed my balls as hard as she could.

The second wave of pain hit me like an electric shock, and I threw my head back so violently I nearly tipped the chair over. My mouth was open, trying to release a yell of agony, but as I brought my head forward again she caught my chin and quickly stuffed her panties into my mouth, stifling my cries. I tried to spit them out, but they were forced so far back towards my throat I couldn’t use my tongue to push them away. As I tried to catch my breath she took off her T-shirt, rolled it into the shape of a long scarf, and tied it round the back of my head and between my jaws effectively gagging me with her panties still in my mouth.

Without the power of speech and bound fast to the chair I was completely helpless, and my balls were so raw even the sight of her wearing nothing except her bra failed to make he hard. After a few seconds she bend down and removed my trainers, then removed my socks and used them to tie my legs to each leg of the chair. Finally, when she was sure I was completely bound, she unzipped my trousers and roughly exposed my aching cock.

Satisfied she stood back and admired her handiwork, and for a moment we stared at one another. When she finally broke the silence she spoke in a controlled, almost soft voice.

“Now here’s the deal. As you obviously can’t control your dick I’m going to have to take control of it for you. I could fit you with a chastity device, but my guess you’d find some way to break it open, so I intend to do something more permanent.”

She moved towards me and I instinctively flinched, expecting another knee in my exposed balls. But instead she bent her head down and gently started licking the head of dick. The sensation was incredible, and when she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my throbbing penis, taking it down deep into her throat, I couldn’t help starting to ooze pre-cum. Even the feeling of her hair against my groin was incredibly arousing, and I was soon on the verge of exploding into the best orgasm of my life.

She must have been an expert at sensing just when I was about to come, because just as the first spasm pulsed through my dick she pulled her head back slightly and brought her teeth heavily down, biting xslot Güncel Giriş my penis so hard I almost thought she would sever it completely. To go from the point of orgasm back to pain was almost more agony than the bullbusting, and there were real tears in my eyes as I struggled in vain to scream through the gag.

“Well done,” she said, standing back up and admiring the marks of blood on my dick where her teeth had sunk in. “It’s called a ruined orgasm, and the idea is that you start to associate coming with pain not pleasure. That way, when your training is complete, you won’t be able to come however hard you try because all you’ll think about is the pain.”

When she’d finished speaking she left me alone in the hall and went searching around the flat. When she came back she was dressed in one of my shirts and a pair of jeans.

“I’m off now,” she said casually. “My daughter and I will pop in from time to time to feed you. You’ll have to piss and shit in the chair I’m afraid, but you’ll get used to it. I’ll rig up a more permanent tether tomorrow. Since you seem to like my daughter’s school uniform so much I’ll ask her to wear it when she visits you tonight. Don’t expect any sympathy from her though: I’ve taught her self-defence and she’s just itching to have a slave to kick in the balls. Who knows, one day, when you get to the stage that you can’t come no matter how hard you try, we might even release you for limited periods. We’ll see.”

With that she opened the door and walked out into the sunshine. Left alone I studied my crushed and bloodied dick and balls. I thought about her daughter visiting me later, tempting me in her school uniform then crushing what was left of my testicles. Despite the pain the thought of it was making me hard again, although an erection was now painful in itself with all the wounds to my dick. I would beat them, these two sluts. They would never stop me from having an orgasm, no matter how much pain they made me suffer.

All that was a few months ago. It took two months for them to destroy me, but finally they succeeded in ruining my orgasms so many times I couldn’t come no matter how hard I tried. They built a steel cage and for most of the day I’m chained up, but if I’m very good they will release me for a few hours to serve them around the house. I am never permitted to wear clothes, however, and if I make a mess of my chores they take turns to bullbust me. Sometimes the daughter invites some of her schoolgirl friends around to look at me, and they laugh as I struggle in vain to get an erection. A few have even been allowed to handle my battered dick out of curiosity, my captors knowing that it’s so raw from their punishment I can’t derive any pleasure from such stroking. Mostly though the girls use me to practice their self-defence, kicking and kneeing my balls until they’re bleeding and swollen.

So next time you look lustfully at a schoolgirl in the street remember my story. As you eye those thin legs remember how hard they can knee you in the groin. As your dream of removing those tight blouses remember how hard a schoolgirl can use a strap-on up your arse. And most of all, if you want to wank to the sight of those swinging virgin hips in a pleated miniskirt, remember your next jerk-off could be your last if her mother catches you.

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Savannah stood in front of the large mirror in the bedroom of the house they were renting in London. Her long hair was no longer red. It was now jet black with dark burgundy highlights. It looked as though she’d had extensions put in. But she had been to the salon that day and pampered herself and it was thick and wavy and smelled of Love Spell. “You know you have an addiction when you carry your own shampoo to the salon,” she had told the beautician. Everyone in the room could smell it while the stylist worked on her. Her addiction wasn’t the Love Spell, per say, but rather, driving Brayden mad with the Love Spell, for sex. And she couldn’t wait to see his face tonight.

She walked over to the bed and checked the ropes coming from the wrought iron headboard and footboard one last time. She peaked into the small leather duffel to make sure she had everything she needed. She was already wet with anticipation but was a little worried he would divorce her after this night. She hoped that he would have an open mind and go along with her plan. But if not she had a backup.

Her outfit was different than anything she’d worn for him. She noticed he kept gawking at the local London girls wearing their short skirts and black tights. So after the trip to the salon, she found a Top Shop. Instead of the thigh high boots, she wore six inch ankle boots. She had on black tights and a very short mini pencil skirt. A red corset pulled her breasts together and over that she had draped a black, see-through blouse. There was no way she would leave the house in this. But she will walk down the stairs and bring Brayden back up them on a leash in it. One more spritz of the perfume. She hesitated. Looked at the bed. Then she sprayed it with the perfume as well, making sure she got the pillow especially strong. Then she grabbed the new leather riding crop and headed for the door. This was going to be fun.

The townhouse was a very old home dating back to the 1700’s. It had survived Hitler’s assault on London. It had survived a fire that burnt up nearly the entire block of homes. And now it was an upscale Air B&B. Her boots clapping down onto the wooden steps on the spiral staircase announced her descent into the room. As she made the last turn, her dark red nails traced the old banister, tapping slowly, as she came to a stop near the bottom. She used her best British accent as she tapped the riding crop several times onto her boot, loud enough to get Brayden’s attention. “Darling, can you come over here please?”

Without hesitation Brayden was up from reading the news and standing just below her at the foot of the stairs. “Strip Sunshine.” He looked at the crop, then at her new hair style. He appeared a little dumbfounded. “OFF!” She barked in the British accent again. “Come on, strip it all. Shirt, trousers, knickers, all of it, on the floor now!” She slapped her boot hard with the crop and the pop echoed through the large room. “I won’t tell you a third time. Strip slut. Now!”

“Yes Savannah.” He said hastily.

She waited until he was fully nude. She reached out with the crop and placed the cold, black leather under his chin and raised his gaze to hers. “Tonight you will address me as Lady Savannah.” After he repeated her command, she popped him gently on the cheek, but with a hard enough sting to get his full attention. “Good boy, now buckle this around your neck.” As he buckled the collar, she noticed his swelling cock rising to her enjoyment. Once the leash was secured, she led him up the stairs toward the bedroom.

As she clicked her way back up, she could feel his eyes on her short skirt. She widened her step and paused, just a little, to reveal the crotchless tights she was wearing. She turned to watch him as he slowly made his way up the stairs, his already hard cock bobbing freely with each step. Once his eyes widened, she knew he had seen the hot secret under her skirt, then she stepped off of the top stair and turned to face him. Her legs parted shoulder width. She pulled on the leash with one hand while popping her boot with the crop in her other hand, “kiss it Thumper.” From this angle, he easily slid to his knees and planted both hands on the second to last step before kissing her black leather boots.

She pulled him up and he had to crawl quickly to keep up. Her exposed twat was hot, wet and she couldn’t wait any longer. His tongue quickly found her pink center and she gushed. She grabbed the banister to steady herself. She looked down. All she could see was Brayden’s naked body on all fours, below her, with his head buried under her skirt. She watched his body sway back and forth as she felt his tongue massage her xslot at varying speeds. She was close to cumming and decided she would speed his tongue up. She slapped his ass with the crop, “faster.” He sped up.

Her hips began to buck and she slapped him again, this time on the other ass cheek. “Harder.” Electricity began to flow through her with the second slap. It felt good. She thought she’d heard him make a noise. She definitely enjoyed watching his entire body flinch at the pops. Quickly she enlisted three more: POP! POP! POP! “Faster slut!” She began grinding on his face, pulling him closer into her by the leash. Then three more strikes. He winced loud, his deep voice growling in a short fit of pain, vibrating into her body, causing her to drift over the edge. She gasped and came as her thighs squeezed his face, locking him into a very uncomfortable position. She saw his red ass and gave him another two strikes on each side as she continued to squeeze and cum.

Savanna let loose the vice that held his face onto her hot cunt and Brayden collapsed onto the stairs. He crawled up over the last one and lay on his back. She saw his red knees and felt a little bad, but the warm nectar dripping down her stockinged thigh reminded her his pain was worth her enjoyment. She looked down at Brayden. She took a step closer to him and straddled his torso, placing her hands on her hips. In her newly developed persona, she asked Brayden, “You’re in for a very long evening my little Thumper Bunny. If you want to cum, you’re going to have to play along exactly as I say. Am I understood?

“Yes, Lady Savannah.” He exclaimed.

“Good. Now fetch the handle of that leash with your mouth, like the wanking dog you are tonight, and bring it up to me. Come on boy. There you go, good boy. Now have a treat.” She spread her legs, coaxing him back into her cunt for another go. “I hope you’re ready because I’m going to fuck your face all night.”

Savannah directed Brayden into the center of the bedroom. She made him stand facing the mirror. She went to the bed and took the leather duffle from its edge. She stomped her way back to him and dropped it at his feet. “Hold this and don’t slobber on it.” She said as she placed the riding crop in his mouth. She removed a bottle of hand lotion from the bag and smeared a little onto his upper lip. “Do not breathe through your mouth.” This forced him to inhale the scandalous scent. She continued to apply it to the rest of his body, beginning with his nipples and moving to his cock. “I’m not touching that thing. Go on, get to wanking. Rub it all in until your nice and girly soft my little Thumper. And don’t look at me. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. And remember, nose breathing only.”

She stepped back and watched his left hand take his cock and begin to rub and massage it. It didn’t take him long before she knew he was ready to spill. She hadn’t given him any other instructions so she wondered if he would bring himself over the edge. She walked over to him and whispered in his ear. “If you cum darling, I’m going to make you lick it up.” She grabbed the crop from his mouth and she stepped back. She watched as his balls quickly began to tighten. “STOP! Remove your hand.”

As he did his cock began to twitch uncontrollably. She placed the leather end of the crop under the head of his manhood and caught a small amount of ejaculation that had begun to ooze from the tip. It was enough to coat the black leather. She held it to his mouth. “You heard me. You came and now my crop is dirty. Clean your spunk.” Even as she spoke and he cleaned, it kept oozing from his rock hard shaft, dripping onto the floor. She had taken his control completely away from him. As she watched him clean his cream from the crop and watched the continued dripping from his cock, she knew she could do anything to him she wanted.

“Look in the mirror slut.” She scooped up more cum from his oozing shaft, her eyes imprisoning his. She placed the end of the crop front his lips, “suck it.” He opened his mouth and obeyed, her perfect red lips now inches from his ear as she spoke to him through the mirror, “I am completely dressed, you’re completely naked, your hard cock is dripping like a broken faucet, and you’re having a spunk lolly. All while watching yourself in a mirror. What a wanker. Remember that surprise you gave me in Paris last week, tonight is your payback. You fucked me so hard that night I could hardly walk the next day. I barely took a step that I wasn’t reminded of your cock. And my tits were sore for two days. You’ve earned this night my little my Thumper. And would ya look at all that xslot Giriş spunk on the floor. Is that a full load? Well, your dick is still hard. That’s not good for you.” She popped his balls twice with the wet crop and waited. As the pain set in, his dick began to lose its power.

“Now would you look at that?” She brushed his cock slowly with the crop. Arousing him again. Then once she had him fully hard, she popped his balls once, dead center, firmly. He went soft again. She laughed. “It’s like an on-off switch.” She smeared her boot through the cum on the hardwood floor. “Clean this mess up.”

As he cleaned her boot, she couldn’t help but give him a few playful swats on the ass. She grabbed his leash and stood him up. She clamped a cockring around his penis. Then she attached a nipple clamp to each nipple. She moved behind him and took a dildo gag from the duffel and told him to open wide. He did so. Teasing and humiliating him, she put it in backwards. “You know darling. They have the cruelest or most fun toys at the sex shop around the corner. Depends on how you look at it really. This gag actually buckles both ways. Let’s see if you can take it all shall we?”

She pushed him to his knees and grabbed a handful of hair. Tilting his head back she slowly inserted the dildo end of the gag. “I hope you’re still breathing through your nose? How’s the Love Spell? I don’t believe it. You took all six inches. She gave it little more of a shove until his gag reflex kicked in. She giggled. “Doesn’t feel too good now does it wanker?” She forced him to gag on it two more times for good measure. “Go ahead have a look at yourself in the mirror babe.” She tilted his head slightly so he could get a view. “I’m tempted to buckle this down. And look, your dick is hard as a rock. You like having a plastic cock in your throat? You’re eyes are all watery as well. Just like a gagging slut. I think you do like it.” The taunting was making her so hot and turned on that she was ready to get off again.

“Okay you, enough mucking around. It’s my turn to have some fun.” She laughed, “well, I’m gonna have some more fun, that is.” She corrected the placement of the gag so that the ball was in his mouth and locked it down. Then she led him closer to the mirror and pushed his face into it. “Like I said, I’m going to fuck you good and right tonight you filthy wanker. You look ridiculous. How’s your nipples?” She ran her hand across the clamps. He moaned through the gagnand his knees buckled. “That’s good. Now tell me, who’s going to fuck you up tonight you bitch?” She heard a garbled response from the gag. “What’s that, come again? Oh. Wait, we don’t want you to do that yet.”

She took the crop and flicked his hard member again. “This little piece of shit dick is on its own tonight. You may cum. But you’ll get no help from my hand or cunt.” She took him to the bed, placed his head on the pillow, which was at the footboard. She tied his hands. Then she put on rubber gloves. His eyes got big. “Oh you don’t want to see this anymore,” she said as she placed a blindfold around his eyes. She continued her work by lubing his asshole and slowly inserting a butplug.”

She left her character for a moment and returned her voice to it’s normal, educated, yet southern charm. “Honey, if you’re okay with this, hold up the peace sign. If your not, flip me the bird.” He held up the peace sign with both hands. “Good. I’m glad. I think you’re really going to enjoy this ride I’m about to go on with you.” He flashed the peace signs again. She returned to her created character…”how’s that plug feeling babe. I told ya I was going to fuck you up tonight.” He flipped her off with both hands. She lost her train of thought at the unexpected gesture. She broke character and laughed out loud.

Pulling herself together she said, “you’re going to pay for that.” And she brought the crop down onto the center of his chest several times. As she was punishing him, she managed to pop off both of the nipple clamps, causing him to scream from under the gag. This made her so wet. She quickly mounted the dildo protruding from his mouth and began to fuck it. As she did, she grabbed a nearby remote control and pressed the the center button. The cock ring lit up and began to shake his hard cock in a varying pattern of pulses. At the same time, the butt plug did the same thing. It was like he had come alive under her. He nearly tossed her off even though he was tied up. She pinched his nipples and used them as reigns to control him and ride his face to an immense amount of pleasure.

Once she was satisfied she pulled the blindfold off of him. “I’ll xslot Güncel Giriş bet you wish I’d do this to your worthless little cock right now? You want me to toss you off you little fucker?” He shook his head yes. She laughed. “Sorry loser, none for you tonight. Instead, she wrapped her lips around the silicone member and proceeded to slide down the length, slowly engulfing it into her mouth as she looked him directly in the eyes. She continued to give it a mock blow job forcing him to watch and be teased.

“I’m going to untie you and I want you on all fours in the bed. I want you to fuck me from behind.” She positioned herself in front of him and arched her back. Her beautiful ass pointing directly at his dildo gagged face. She felt the member slide into her pussy. It wasn’t as big or as long as his cock, but the control over him made up for it and she enjoyed another fuck from his face. With each inward stroke she could feel his nose hitting her in the ass hole. Surprisingly he was fucking her better than she thought he would. And how humiliating. When she came she managed to squirt her juices all over his face.

She collapsed onto the bed and left him resting on all fours with the dildo still protruding from his mouth. She giggled. “Thank you Thumper Bunny. I’ll bet you’re ready to get that cock ring off aren’t you?” The dildo moved up and down in a yes nod. She giggled again as she removed the cockring. His dick was as wet as if she had fucked it instead. “My, my, you’ve got a lot of spunk. Do you want to cum?” A muffled “yes Lady Savannah” bellowed from the gag. “Oh, you poor little boy. Remember what I said earlier, your dick gets no pleasure tonight. “Lay back down.”

Savannah fastened him back to the bed. This time she took the slack out of his bonds and even managed to stretch him a little in the large, king sized bed. He was unable to move. She removed the gag as well, “you’ll wish I had left this in for this part, but I want to hear you.” She sprayed more Love Spell on him. “Remember, still no mouth breathing. And aren’t you a joy tonight? You’re just a little sissy wanker. Lying there tied up, naked, your arse is plugged, and you smell lovely. Nothing but a sissy wanking little bitch.” Her tone was direct and strict.

She brought the crop down on his inner thigh. Then again. Again. She whipped it until it was beet red from crotch to knee. She moved to the other and did the same. He squirmed and wenced and grunted. She could tell he wanted to open his mouth. But he never did. “Your cock is still hard slut. There must be some cum left in it. Let’s beat it out of ya.”

“Inhale the Love Spell. Go ahead, take a deep breath, Love.” She watched his face move from tense to relaxed as the intoxicated air around him took control of his body and mind. “How’s the plug feel on your g-spot? Let me turn it up.” She pressed a button on the remote and she could hear it humming away vibrating his inner most sensitive area. His breathing strengthened. He was close. She popped his balls lightly with the crop. “Keep breathing. Focus on the passion of the smell.” She popped him again. “That’s it. The pain smells good doesn’t Thumper? You’re about to cum and there is nothing you can do. Once this happens, you’ll be fully conditioned to the scent.”

She smeared more lotion on his upper lip. Now breath, slowly, deeply.” She popped his balls. “Inhale.” POP! “Smell it slut.” POP! “That’s it, be a good sissy wanker and give Lady Savannah the rest of your spunk.” POP! POP! POP! She watched as his penis hardened and his balls tightened. He groaned. He moaned. He contorted and pulled at his bonds.

“Come on Love, let’s have it now. One more deep breath in slowly and hold, hold…” She popped his balls quickly with each word, coaxing the orgasm along…”and breath out now.” His large muscular frame convulsed and he came. She positioned the crop to catch his load and applied it to both cheeks, splattering it all over his face. He continued to climax and spasm. She thought he was going to break the rope. After he was done convulsing, she had one more good taunt before untying him, “now you’re a proper sissy wanker, my little Thumper Bunny.” She said giggling. “Let’s go have a long hot bath in the hot tub shall we?”

The next morning Savannah and Brayden decided to take to the streets of London for a day out in the city. Like the gentleman he always was, he held the door for her as they exited the old Tudor style house. She was wearing the boots from the night before. And as she passed by him she made sure she brushed her hair into his face, allowing the smell of Love Spell to invade his senses once again. When she noticed he had hesitated and stayed behind she turned to look at him. He flung two birds into the air at her with a big smile. She noticed his bulging crotch. In an unforgiving tort from the persona the evening before, she exclaimed with satisfaction, “I see the conditioning worked, Thumper.”

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I sat in my car in the darkened parking lot, wondering what the hell I was doing. I had been instructed to wait until I received a phone call, but I was too anxious to wait. I had driven out to the hotel and (rather impatiently) waited for your call.

Finally, after driving around aimlessly and sitting in parking lots, my phone rang. I answered in a matter of seconds, eager to know what the room number was and when we could begin.

“Leave your house now, whore. I’m on my way out to the hotel.”

I suppress a smile (though you can’t see me) and reply, “Alright. I’ll be on my way.” Technically, I wasn’t lying… I would be on my way over there is a bit. I wasn’t sitting in the hotel parking lot anymore.

I put the phone back into my purse and got a bit more comfortable. The Wal-Mart parking lot I was sitting in was full, though the quasi-security car kept driving past my car looking in on me. I chuckled to myself. I had a story set in case they stopped to ask me what I was doing.

After another half an hour, I started up the car and left. I arrived only moments after you did; I saw you getting out of your car and heading over to the office. I chuckled again. I parked, then used my rear view mirror to check my hair and teeth. The phone rang again.

“Room 218. Where are you?”

“In my car, in the parking lot.” I decide to tell the truth. “I’ve been around since eight.”

“Really?” you drawl. Suddenly your voice changes. “Get up to the room. Now.”

I grab my stuff and run upstairs. After one knock, you answer the door. You barely give me enough time to put the bag down before you grab my hair and pull me back into your chest. “What the fuck did I tell you?” you ask, raging in my ear. “Did I not say to wait for me to call you? Was I speaking another language?”

”No,” I reply sheepishly.

“Then what the fuck? Why didn’t you wait for me?” You grab my hair harder, pushing me down onto the bed with your body while pulling my head up with your grasp on my hair. “You stupid cunt. Don’t you listen?”

”I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’re sorry,” you mock. “I wanted a chance to shower and get ready, but you just can’t wait. Stupid little whore… can’t even wait for my cock.”

You let go of my hair. “Stand up. Take off your clothes.”

I keep my head down as I undress, laying my clothes neatly on the chair beside the bed. You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting xslot for me, watching me. The moment I am naked, you grab my hand and pull me across your lap, face down.

“I can’t believe you,” you snarl, rubbing your hand roughly over my ass. “I tell you to wait, and you just decide to do whatever the fuck you want to do.”

You suddenly push me off your lap; I wasn’t expecting you to do that, and I fall to the floor in a heap. I blush with embarrassment as I try to right myself, but with one booted foot you hold me down on my back. I stare up at you in amazement, breathless from nervousness and excitement. You’re not putting much pressure on my chest, just enough to keep me down.

You spit at my face, angry now. I can almost feel the energy in your body as you stand there. “Why the fuck do I put up with you? You never fucking listen… you’re such a stupid cunt. You always do whatever the fuck you want to do.” You spit at me again. “If you weren’t such a good cocksucker, I wouldn’t put up with you at all. At least you’ve got that going for you.”

You turn away with disgust, and I raise my hands to wipe the spittle from my face. “Don’t you fucking move, you stupid whore. Don’t fucking move.”

I lay there, breathing deeply, as you grab your coat. I watch in utter hopelessness as you walk out the door.

I don’t know what to do now. Will you come back? Shit… fuck, fuck, fuck.

I lay there, not moving. Maybe you’ll be back… maybe you just went out to the car. The time passes—I know you are not just out at the car—but still, I lay there, not moving.

I don’t know how long I’ve been there when I hear the key in the lock. I keep my eyes on the ceiling, hoping it is not the cleaning lady, wishing and praying it is you.

It is. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

“Little cunt, you stayed there this whole time?” There is less anger in your voice, though I can still hear a bit of it.

“Yes Sir.”

“Ahhh… and I suppose you want a fucking reward?”

”No Sir. I just want to please you.”

”And how are you going to do that, slut?”

I think… what am I going to do? “I will listen and obey Sir,” I promise.

“Ahhh… and I am supposed to believe you?”

“I hope you will, Sir.”

You sit down on the chair beside the bed. “Come here whore,” you order. I am there in an instant, kneeling in front of you, head bowed. “You have much xslot Giriş to prove, little one. Much to prove. But right now, I need some relief. I’m going to use you like the whore you are, and I don’t want a word out of your mouth. Understand?”

I nod my head as I watch you undo your pants and take out your cock. It is already half hard, and I stifle a moan as I imagine it growing in my mouth. You grab my hair and pull my face forward, directing your cock into my mouth. I begin licking it all over, trying to get it wet so I can bob up and down on it smoothly. I can taste your precum on my tongue, and the taste soon fills my entire mouth. You smell so good… sweat and skin and man… I can’t help myself and I moan.

Your cock in beginning to grow in my mouth, starting to reach the back of my throat… I swallow once, then begin to bob up and down on the smooth, wet shaft. I love the feeling of your cock passing between my lips; I can feel every little bump and vein as it passes over my lips and tongue.

You grab the back of my head and begin to thrust harder, making me taking more and more of your length with every bob. I can feel myself on the verge of gagging, and I work to relax the muscles in my throat. I pull back, so that just the head of your cock is in my mouth and take a huge breath. Holding it, I push myself down on your cock, until I can feel your skin against my face and your balls against my chin.

You moan and move slightly, causing me to have to come back up. I take another big breath, quicker this time… your hand is urgent on the back of my head and I am pushed back down until I meet your crotch again. I moan… it feels so good.

You push me off your cock. Taking it in your hand, you grab my hair and direct me lower. “Lick my balls.”

I tenderly lick, using long strokes that cover the entire surface. I stop only to suck one ball into my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue, softly enjoying it in my mouth. I let it pop out, only to suck on its twin. Your hand is moving faster and faster on your cock, brushing up against my forehead harshly.

“Here is comes whore,” you warn, and I move back up to take the head of your cock into my mouth. You cum all over my tongue; I can feel your cock throbbing as you unload. I moan again, cumming softly as you explode.

Once you are spent, you push me away. I kneel there in front of you, waiting for your next xslot Güncel Giriş order. I will do anything to please you… anything you ask. You tuck your cock back into your pants, buttoning up.

Oh shit… I’ll die if you leave again. But you only move to sit on the edge of the bed again, scooting back a bit so that your calves are hitting the edge. “Get over here, bitch.”

I move quickly, moving to kneel in front of you again, but you grab my hand and drape me across your lap. I flashback briefly to only a few hours before, when I was in this position. I am ready for it if you push me to the floor again.

I can feel your hand on my ass, rubbing and squeezing me. Then, instead of pushing me away, you draw me closer and lift your hand. The first blow is harder than I expected, and stings horribly because I am not warmed up. I yelp.

“What the fuck did I tell you? I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.” You lift your hand again. The next few blows are quick and hard, with only a few seconds between them. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering.

Again and again your hand falls onto my ass. You seem to be picking up energy, as each slap is harder than the last. Knowing how to spank, you make sure that every blow hits in a slightly different spot—what a waste to hit me where I can no longer feel it.

I lose count after 25. A few minutes later, you stop. “Get up and get the paddle from your bag,” you demand. Apparently, your hand is getting sore. I grab the paddle and hand it to you. You pull me down across your lap again, taking a moment to run the paddle across my ass cheeks. I bring my hand to my mouth and bite my thumb.

The paddle comes down hard… you are wasting no time. After only a few swats, I can’t stand it…I begin to cry and struggle in your lap. You simply wrap your free hand around my waist and go back to smacking my ass.

I cry harder… I start to beg you to stop. My ass is on fire… it feels like my skin is going to bust open.

You have move down to my thighs, where I am more sensitive. I begin to yelp and scream, trying to move out of the path of the paddle.

Finally, it becomes too much. You sense it, and with one last smack, you push me off your lap and onto the floor. I lay there on my stomach, crying into the rug.

“Get up here,” you order, though I can hear the tenderness in your voice. I stand up slowly, wincing at the pain. You grab my chin in your hand and raise my face until I am looking at you. You smile softly; you kiss my forehead. Kicking off your shoes, you lay back, drawing me down onto my chest.

I fall asleep as the tears stop and the smile begins…

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August

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The sun was coming up when Jessie came downstairs. I hadn’t yet slept. I’d taken the first shift with Sienna, sitting in the 3rd floors small kitchen, tapping mindlessly through shit on my phone and checking in on the restlessly tossing and turning, rising and puking redhead. If she stayed in the bathroom for very long or was silent, I’d peek in. Usually, I’d find her sagged by the toilet, and I’d help her up and back to bed.

Once Jessie relieved me, I headed downstairs to wash her laundry. And then, since I was down there, I started dissembling the stolen rifles. Nothing in the stocks, nothing in the grips, nothing in the receivers…I put the uppers in my vice and started torquing off each of the rail interface systems. Next, I’d tear apart the boxes. I didn’t know if the infrared lasers had tracking devices built-in, but I wasn’t about to destroy tens of thousands of dollars of government property. I’d just have to be satisfied with the pile of disassembled parts stacked on my bench.

I became aware of Jessie standing to the side, watching me. “Hey,” I said as I spun another rail off and picked up my punch and hammer. “How’s she doing?”

“’bout the same. McKenna’s with her, Jane is still sleeping.” She held up her phone. “I trained my laptop on the couch, I can watch her through the webcam.”

“Smart.” The gas block came off and I pulled the tube.

Jessie held up the green and black strap. I’d set it down on the edge of the bench because… Just because. “Sienna’s?”

“Yeah.”

“You OK?”

I chuckled at her question, and it sounded mirthless. “I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine. You’re not.”

“I’m not?”

She gave me a look that said “Gary, you moron” without actually vocalizing the words.

“What?”

“You told me once you thought she was dead. Now she comes back and she’s got a kid and a drug habit and an abusive Marine boyfriend who happens to be a terrorist, and now you’ve got her collar laying on your workbench. Yeah, you’re a little fucked up.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. Just like Tori… This was all easier when I could trick myself into thinking she was dead. Jess, don’t get me wrong, I don’t love her, I’m not conflicted about her or you and me. I’m just… Old wounds is all.”

Jessie hugged me, her arms encircling my neck as her lean body pressed against me. I closed my eyes and held her. Dammit, she felt good. “Thank you for letting her stay. I look at her and I see my life, back before you were in it. I’m sorry if it hurts, but… Thank you.”

I gave her a squeeze and stepped back. “And you’re sure you’re ok? You weren’t ok when we ran into Tori in Denver.”

“She’s not Tori. You said you didn’t and don’t love her, I trust you. Yeah, it’s a little weird having my man’s former submissive staying under the same roof, but… It’s worth it. She needs us.”

There was a pause. “There’s one thing I’m not, that I wasn’t ok with,” Jessie said eventually.

“What’s that?”

She looked at the floor for a long time, looked up with indecision and conflict and old ghosts haunting her face. “I heard Jane call you ‘Papa.’ I know you’re not actually her dad, but for just a second…” Jessie took a shuddering breath. “That messed me up.

I narrowed my eyes, studied her strong, beautiful face, conflicted by emotion. “Jessie… Did you not tell me you wanted kids?”

“I…I don’t,” she replied hurriedly. “Especially now, it feels like we’re all in danger. But for just a moment, it…I… The thought that you might have something with a woman you didn’t love that you don’t have with me? That you can’t have with me? That I can’t give you? Yeah, that’s why I was pissed at her.”

Jessie had endometriosis, bad, and I’d gotten a vasectomy a couple of months ago, and together we had really bad luck. The one time I’d cum in her before my snip – accidentally – she’d gotten pregnant. Ectopically. Her doctor had advised her to avoid pregnancy going forward, but we still had a couple of batches of my swimmers and her eggs on ice… Just in case.

“It’s ok now.” I hugged her. “We’re good.”

“Ok” Her voice was small, uncertain.

“Come up to bed with me?”

“That sounds nice.”

#####

Our bedroom was on the second floor, and Jessie tugged off her shirt, pushed down her yoga pants as soon as the door shut behind us. Dammit, she was hot…

Lean and graceful, she had a dancers athleticism, capable of a snap-kick to chin height or hooking her ankles behind her head. She’d added just a hint of healthy fat to her frame since I’d first met her – almost emaciated looking – approximately four years ago, and while she no longer drank to excess or looked like she was starving, her pale body was incredibly slim, a flat butt and no need to wear a bra at all.

Her body might be beautiful, but her face was captivating. Thin and elfin, there was usually a smile or laugh on her lips and in her eyes, her lightly freckled cheeks pulling up and back wide to show her incisors xslot in expressions of joy or pleasure or agreed-upon pain. Her voice was soft but powerful, often giggly, and the girlish, squeaking gasps at my touch were intensely erotic. Now that we were off the road, not traveling the heated summer countryside of America, she’d started letting her hair grow back out, not keeping the whole right side buzzed flat. She kept the alt-punk look going in the summer, even now that she was in her thirties, but grew it out again for the cold Wisconsin seasons.

Now nude, she dropped to her knees in the center of the room, elbows gripped behind her and chin raised, eyes fixed on me. “How do you want me?”

I looked around the room, found her collar on the dresser. Kneeling before her, I draped it around her slim neck, glided my hand through her fine black hair to extract it from the leather. The strap creaked as I guided the loops and locking hardware together, and Jessie looked up at me innocently. “How did you know?”

“Cuz you’re my girl. I know you. You need reassurance.”

She ran a fingernail over the leather. “I don’t want a wedding ring, but I’d wear this every moment of every day if I could.”

“I know.”

“You own me, Gary. My body and my heart. Even if Jane was yours, that wouldn’t change.”

I studied her gray eyes for a long time. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her lips brushed mine in a brief tender kiss. “How do you want me?”

“What do you need?”

Her face flushed and she looked down. “For you to show me you still own me. That I’m yours. More importantly, what do YOU need?”

A small, sad smile twisted my lips briefly. “To destress.”

“Then do it,” Jessie whispered. “Hurt me. Fuck me. Whatever you need. Whatever is stressing you out. Take it out on me.”

I pulled her up by her collar, seized her face in one hand, kissed her roughly, lips grinding against hers and tongue fighting hers into submission. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do. I gave myself to you. I accept you, and I want all of you.”

There was a square table on Jessie’s side of the bed, a mirror hanging on the wall in front of it. Jessie used it for doing her makeup. I used it for… This. I led her to it with a hand on her neck, pushed her flat on top of it. She knew to spread her legs and stretch out her hands in front of her, even though she wasn’t wearing the cuffs that would hook to the built-in rings. I ran my hand down her back felt the hard lines of muscle underneath her skin, the softness of her curved glutes, the taut pull off her leg muscles… And the wet heat, the fleshy folds of her sex.

Dark pink and burgundy marked the skin of her ass. Before Sienna had intruded into our evening, Jessie and McKenna and I had been having a rather rough threesome in the playroom locked away on the other side of the third-floor bathroom. I stepped to the side and cupped my hand. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Tell me if you need to keep going.”

Jessie watched herself in the mirror as I spanked her. I watched too, the winces and grimaces, the expressions of pain and fear crossing her beautiful face as my hand came down on her bare, lifted bottom, hard and growing harder still, pulling whimpers and cries from her lips, and at the end, loud shrieks that lasted almost as long as the trembling in her legs.

My hand stung when I was finished, and I guessed her butt had to feel worse. I rubbed the reddened curves. “Get down on your knees, honey.”

She slithered off the table to kneel on the floor, settling her rear onto her heels with an intake of breath and a pained squint. “Are you done hurting me, daddy?” she whispered.

“For the moment. Suck.”

Slim fingers worked the button and zipper free on my jeans, took them down with my boxers. My erection sprang free, and she cupped it delicately, looking up with an innocent gaze before lowering her head to skim her lips across my heated skin in a series of grazing kisses. She kissed and licked at the crown, teasing her tongue all around before engulfing my shaft. Slowly she bobbed her head, wetting my skin as she took me deeper, deeper, deeper still, pressing her nose to my groin and pressing her head even further forward until his throat spasmed and she started grunting and coughing. Pulling away, she pumped my rod, strings of slimy spit connecting her mouth and my cock.

“Did you like that?” Her voice was a girlish squeak.

“Oh yeah.” My hands on either side of her head, I guided her back down, moving her mouth up and down my erection, gagging her with the head deep in her throat for a minute, pulling away, pleasuring myself with the slide of her lips down my skin before pushing all the way back in.

“Play with your cunt while you get my cock wet. That’s where it’s going next.”

With her head in my hands and me controlling the pace, Jessie didn’t need her hands for my pleasure, and they instantly dove down between her thighs. She arched her back just a little to get a better xslot Giriş angle, driving her throat deeper across my erection.

Eventually, I stopped, still holding her head, my prick just out of reach. “Think you’re ready for me?”

“Always.”

I helped her up and propelled her backward to the bed with a hand on her sternum. She gave me a smoky look and settled back, legs wide and knees bent. I crawled over my pale lover, kissing her fiercely, then nibbling down. My lips on her sensitive tits made her laugh, eyes wide and mirthful, and the gasped when I went further south, worming against her navel, giving her clit a quick peck, and then dipping my tongue into the cleft of her small ass.

Jessie laughed joyously as I flicked over and speared into her anus, and tried to wiggle away. “Daddy, don’t!”

I looked up her slim body, giving her a stern expression. “Why not?”

“We just had anal like six hours ago, and I still feel like I’m all…cummy…back there.”

“I give a fuck?” I growled, and dove back in.

It was like Jessie had been given permission to enjoy herself, one hand kneading those gorgeous flat A-cups, the other running over my short hair as her hips arched and rolled sinuously. “That’s it, daddy… Right there, your tongue feels so fucking good in my ass, fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I stopped for only a moment to watch her grinding, bucking body up the planes of her torso. “Cum for me Jessie.” I resumed, moving one hand from holding down her hips to grinding the pad of my thumb down on her clit.

Jessie lit off a few moments later, humping her ass back into my face, legs quivering as bursts of pleasure shot through her, the little pink crinkled orifice I was licking squeezing spasmodically. Her laugh became a shriek, and she bit down on a finger to keep from yelling out again.

I rose up and looked over my handiwork, the flush of excitement shockingly bright on her milky skin. I held eye contact with her and push two fingers into her channel, feeling the wet tightness still seizing with aftershocks. She gave me a satisfied smile and shifted luxuriously on the bed. “I was anticipating more pain and degradation. I’m kinda disappointed.”

“You don’t look it.”

“Hard to be unhappy with my man’s fingers in my vagina.”

I pulled out, looked over my glistening digits, slippery and sticky with her feminine juices. I held them to her lips and she rolled her head forward and back, miming a blowjob as she cleaned me of herself. Crawling up onto the bed, I didn’t give her a chance to move, just dragging her into position by her hips, and then lowing myself to her, the crown of my erection notched in between her wet lower lips.

I filled her in one smooth slide, her eyes widening, and she raked her fingernails down my back in a glorious counterpoint of pain to the enjoyment I was experiencing. Her legs held wide with my knees, I pinned her wrists on either side of her head and started thrusting harder, deeper, practically lunging forward to fill her. I needed movement, exertion, to burn up my stress in the violent burn of my muscles.

Jessie’s grunts and cries were music to my ears as I pounded away. The feeling of being pressed against her mound, my cock enveloped in wet heat was satisfying and even more so was the feeling of power. The small body beneath me couldn’t hold a candle to my strength, or size. The women I loved couldn’t fight me off, didn’t have the power to free herself or even try to close her legs.

She couldn’t stop me from taking what I wanted, from satisfying my lust with her body however I desired.

That felt better than sex. Paired with sex, it was animalistically fulfilling.

Jessie watched me, a satisfied smile on her face, lifting her head up to kiss my face occasionally as I moved above and against her. Her neck arched and she shifted beneath me, gasping as I went particularly deep, filled her in a particularly pleasurable way.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I gathered her hands above her head, transferred one of mine too her throat, cutting off her air. Jessie’s mouth worked, wide open but still not breathing, her face flushing as I choked her, pounding into her harder and faster. I let up just a few seconds after she arched violently beneath me – her oxygen-deprived orgasm smashing through her, making her twitch and buck and roll her hips to take me closer and deeper.

I watched her unique, beautiful face as she came, so close myself and wanting to see my woman, my sub, my lover at the same time my own ecstasy burst. I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her violently, possessively, groaning into our joining of lips as my cock twitched and recoiled with the force of pumping out my cum, drenching my woman’s tight sheathe with even more fluid. Another feral predator grin and she flexed, squeezing herself around my slowing ejaculation.

“I got your cum,” she whispered almost gleefully when I pulled away. “It’s inside me. In my cunt. You gave it to me.”

“Cuz xslot Güncel Giriş you feel fucking fantastic…”

I pulled away and then pulled her close, relaxing as over bodies slowed from their primal exertions. Jessie rolled to face my chest, head under my chin, and I stroked her hair as we breathed and basked. I wouldn’t say this is the best part of sex with Jessie – nothing could replace the animal need and urgency with which we mated, but the unhurried intimacy that followed was damn close.

“Oh shit, can you get my phone?” Jessie came out of her sex-drunk stupor in an instant.

“Sure.” I extracted my arm from under her and hopped out of bed, retrieving her phone from her pants pocket before snuggling back up to her.

She swiped on the phone a couple of times. “Oh good. She’s still there.” Jessie held up the phone to show me a video of Jane slumbering on the couch.

“That is good.” I had a hard time imagining all of the trouble a child could get into in my house. Did I have any guns hidden away on the first floor? Shit, I should check. I turned my head, looked out at the summer sun shining in through the open metal shutters. What would today bring? Hopefully not as many surprises as yesterday.

I turned back to the gothic beauty lying next to me, and very gently took her phone from her and set it on the end table, then grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to my softening erection, still wet with both of our fluids. She gripped it and curled against me, her “vixen” attitude activating with a slow, heavy beat of the eyelashes. “Yes, daddy?”

“I need my girl again.”

#####

Jane and I brought soup up to Sienna later that morning, relieving McKenna’s watch. The sheets and blankets were off the bed, nowhere to be found, the bathroom door was closed, and McKenna was at the kitchen table, typing furiously at her laptop, lines of code flying past.

I set the soup on the table and looked over her shoulder as Jane ran around the small cooking and eating area. “I thought you were done with the coding stuff. Transferred everything, got paid.”

“Eh, just writing to write now. Making a Solitaire game.”

“Ah. How’s See?”

“I check on her every couple of minutes now that she moved into the bathroom.”

Jane ran up and pulled on her yoga pants. “Wanna cookie!”

I smiled. “Hey, she’s just like you! Small, annoying, and obsessed with junk food.”

McKenna rose and followed Jane over to a drawer, started helping her remove pots and pans for reasons that could only exist in a two-year-olds head. She waited until the child was engrossed, then looked up and flipped me the bird.

“I’m gonna check on See, then take over here. You wanna go shopping today?”

“Uhh, hells to the duh.”

“Figured you and Jess could go get, like, food for little kids and some toys. I didn’t see much in the car.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

I gathered up the plate and bowl and knocked on the bathroom door. “Sienna? Still alive in there?”

“Yeah,” she croaked.

“I’ve got some food for ya, I’m gonna come in.” I opened the door. Sienna was wrapped in a pile of sheets, next to the toilet. She looked like a zombie, pale and sweating, eyes red, hair disheveled. The room stank of bodily fluids hastily and unwillingly expelled. “I brought you soup and a sandwich, some Gatorade.”

She laughed and it sounded like a coughing death rattle. “I hope you didn’t spend very long making that, it’s gonna be in the toilet – I hope – in like half an hour.”

I winced. “How are you doing? Can I get you anything?”

“Can’t sleep cuz my arms and legs feel like someone’s drilling into them. My throat’s raw from puking, my butt’s raw from shitting, Pepto ain’t helping, and I’m doing both even though I’m completely empty. Oh yeah, and my heart’s racing and I can’t get fucking warm. I’m just peachy.”

“Well, you look great.”

She laughed and cocked her head and the smile broke and it looked like she was gonna cry.

“Momma!” Jane shrieked. The little girl ran past, bounced off my leg, bounced off the clawfoot tub, and wrapped her arms around Sienna.

The redhead pushed her back after a moment, and I could tell the movement hurt. “Momma’s not feeling well, sweetie. But I’m glad to see you. Have you been a good girl today?”

I crouched by the mother and daughter. “She’s been great. And she’s gonna get to go shopping with Jessie and Mickey today, get groceries and pick out some toys.”

Sienna gave a big pained smile. “That sounds like fun. I wish I could go with you.”

McKenna brushed past me. “Sorry, she got away. How are you doing, Sienna?”

“Not good. Thanks for watching her. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

Sienna coughed and brought a fist to her mouth, and McKenna realizing what was imminent, hurried Jane out and shut the door. I watched as my former student wretched and gagged into the toilet, then flushed and wiped her face tiredly. “You need to go to a doctor, See.”

“No doctors, no police.” She shook her head emphatically.

“You’ve got probably three more days to a week of this. I’m sure someone can help you get through it… Easier.”

“No, he owns them.” She shuddered and drew the blankets tighter around herself.

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It all started last autumn. I was renting a flat in London, a small bedsit over a row of rundown shops where the smell from countless restaurants hung in the air like stale cigarette smoke. I’d been unemployed for nearly a year and if it wasn’t for the council paying my landlord every month I’d have been sleeping out in the park with all the other drunks and users. Anything that came along to brighten the drab grey of the damp city street was welcome, and I used to spend hours standing at the window eyeing women passing along the street below, my eyes taking in ever sway of their hips as they criss-crossed the street.

It had been a warm summer and lots of girls were wearing short skirts or dresses. I loved watching their slim legs as they sauntered along the pavement. I spent hours guessing which were wearing stockings beneath those swaying hemlines, standing at the window rubbing my hard cock through my trousers as I dreamed of thin blank panties just yearning to be rolled down over curvaceous thighs. I even made up names for the regular passers-by: Lisa in her black knee-length number, Tracy with her cotton print mini-dress, and Jenny, just begging to be taken from behind in her longish grey number with the kick pleats and the long back vent.

Then, one day, the flat a few doors down from me went vacant. There was a dirty “For Let” sign hung in the shop window downstairs for nearly three months before a new occupant moved in: that would be about the middle of September. I noticed the sign had gone before I saw who had moved in, but one Tuesday morning when I was nursing a hangover I opened he curtains and saw a girl coming out of the door and walking down the iron stairs at the back of the flats. She was dressed in the prefect uniform of a local school, so I guessed she must be in her final term and therefore about eighteen, although she looked pretty mature. What I noticed first was her blonde hair down the back of her dark blue blazer. As my eyes looked down her body I couldn’t believe the length of her skirt: it was so short I felt sure the school would have banned her on the spot if she stepped through the gates dressed like that. As I watched her walking down the steps I realised what she’d done. It was an old trick I’d seen some of the more forward girls do before: roll the waistband of their skirts over several times so it was hitched up short. I figured that she must be keen to impress some boy on the bus but would make sure she unrolled the top of the skirt before she went to class.

From that moment I was hooked. Because she left for school at the same time every day I made sure I was always at the window when she left home, dreaming of what I’d like to do to that slim sexy body as she strolled off towards the bus stop. I began wanking each morning as I watched her walk down the road, seeing if I could come before she turned the corner. I wondered if, one day, I could be outside my flat on some pretext and engage her in conversation. I even dreamed that, if I got her talking, I could somehow get round to inviting her up to my room. I’m thirty xslot but I pride myself I look at least ten years younger, so I reckoned I may have been able to kid her I was nearer her age so I could get closer to those sexy hips and soft young chest. Little did I know then where my lust was going to lead me.

It must have been about the end of October when it happened. It was just after breakfast and I was asleep in front of the television, my pants still wet from where I’d jerked off watching her that morning. Suddenly I was woken by a ring on the doorbell, and when I’d focused enough to open the door I found a middle-aged woman looking at me, her eyes full of anger.

“You pervert!” she snarled before I could even mumble a greeting. “You’ve been watching my daughter. I’ve seen you hiding behind the curtains. I’ve seen you fondling yourself.”

I froze.

“Come inside,” I said weakly, trying to stop her shouting and alerting the entire neighbourhood to my sexual habits. Fortunately she stepped into the hall, and I was able to shut the door before she started shouting again.

“I’m going to have you arrested. For fucksake she’s a schoolgirl.”

“She’s over sixteen,” I replied mildly in my defence, but she wasn’t taking any notice.

“How do you know?” she snapped. “She could be twelve for all you know.”

“She’s wearing a prefect’s tie,” I stammered, trying to defend myself. “She must be eighteen or more.”

“Yeah,” she growled again, “she’s eighteen: just. But she’s still a schoolgirl. And how old are you? Thirty? Forty?”

The thought she could mistake me for being forty didn’t do much for my ego, but at the time the only thing on my mind was how to stop her yelling.

“Look,” I began firmly, but my voice drifted away as she stared at me defiantly.

“So you want to fuck her, eh?” she continued unabated. “You like girls in uniform do you? Men like you should be castrated. You dirty little fucker!”

I didn’t see her knee come up until it was too late. She caught me right in the groin and I collapsed onto the carpet at her feet, writhing in agony with the terrible pain from my crushed balls. As I lay there, rolling on the carpet, she stood and watched me dispassionately. Then, while I was still lying on the floor, she fetched a chair from the dining room.

“Sit on there,” she ordered, and fearing another bullbusting I did as she asked. I was still clutching my groin, and sitting up in the chair was even more painful than lying on the floor, but I knew I was powerless. I hardly noticed as she unbuckled the belt from her jeans and walked around behind me, pulling my arms around the back of the chair and securing them with her belt. When this had been accomplished, and she was certain I was secure, she stood in front of me again, watching as I struggled hopelessly to free myself.

Slowly, her eyes fixed on me, she unzipped her jeans and rolled them down, stepping out of them as they lay in an untidy tangle on the floor. My eyes dropped from her face to her crutch, and despite my pain the sight xslot Giriş of her white panties and her slender bare legs started to harden my dick.

“You’ve got a good recovery time,” she said sarcastically. “Do you want to fuck me too? Do you want me to take off my panties?”

I didn’t answer, but my cock was so hard inside my trousers words were unnecessary.

She smiled.

“Okay, loser. I’ll give you thrill.”

She pulled down her panties and I found myself staring at the dark triangle of hair around her pussy. Despite the beating she’d given to my balls I wanted her badly, and when she stepped close to me I tried arching my groin up to meet her advancing body. For a moment she looked amused at my desperate attempts to reach her clit whilst still bound to the chair. Then, still smiling, she kneed my balls as hard as she could.

The second wave of pain hit me like an electric shock, and I threw my head back so violently I nearly tipped the chair over. My mouth was open, trying to release a yell of agony, but as I brought my head forward again she caught my chin and quickly stuffed her panties into my mouth, stifling my cries. I tried to spit them out, but they were forced so far back towards my throat I couldn’t use my tongue to push them away. As I tried to catch my breath she took off her T-shirt, rolled it into the shape of a long scarf, and tied it round the back of my head and between my jaws effectively gagging me with her panties still in my mouth.

Without the power of speech and bound fast to the chair I was completely helpless, and my balls were so raw even the sight of her wearing nothing except her bra failed to make he hard. After a few seconds she bend down and removed my trainers, then removed my socks and used them to tie my legs to each leg of the chair. Finally, when she was sure I was completely bound, she unzipped my trousers and roughly exposed my aching cock.

Satisfied she stood back and admired her handiwork, and for a moment we stared at one another. When she finally broke the silence she spoke in a controlled, almost soft voice.

“Now here’s the deal. As you obviously can’t control your dick I’m going to have to take control of it for you. I could fit you with a chastity device, but my guess you’d find some way to break it open, so I intend to do something more permanent.”

She moved towards me and I instinctively flinched, expecting another knee in my exposed balls. But instead she bent her head down and gently started licking the head of dick. The sensation was incredible, and when she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my throbbing penis, taking it down deep into her throat, I couldn’t help starting to ooze pre-cum. Even the feeling of her hair against my groin was incredibly arousing, and I was soon on the verge of exploding into the best orgasm of my life.

She must have been an expert at sensing just when I was about to come, because just as the first spasm pulsed through my dick she pulled her head back slightly and brought her teeth heavily down, biting xslot Güncel Giriş my penis so hard I almost thought she would sever it completely. To go from the point of orgasm back to pain was almost more agony than the bullbusting, and there were real tears in my eyes as I struggled in vain to scream through the gag.

“Well done,” she said, standing back up and admiring the marks of blood on my dick where her teeth had sunk in. “It’s called a ruined orgasm, and the idea is that you start to associate coming with pain not pleasure. That way, when your training is complete, you won’t be able to come however hard you try because all you’ll think about is the pain.”

When she’d finished speaking she left me alone in the hall and went searching around the flat. When she came back she was dressed in one of my shirts and a pair of jeans.

“I’m off now,” she said casually. “My daughter and I will pop in from time to time to feed you. You’ll have to piss and shit in the chair I’m afraid, but you’ll get used to it. I’ll rig up a more permanent tether tomorrow. Since you seem to like my daughter’s school uniform so much I’ll ask her to wear it when she visits you tonight. Don’t expect any sympathy from her though: I’ve taught her self-defence and she’s just itching to have a slave to kick in the balls. Who knows, one day, when you get to the stage that you can’t come no matter how hard you try, we might even release you for limited periods. We’ll see.”

With that she opened the door and walked out into the sunshine. Left alone I studied my crushed and bloodied dick and balls. I thought about her daughter visiting me later, tempting me in her school uniform then crushing what was left of my testicles. Despite the pain the thought of it was making me hard again, although an erection was now painful in itself with all the wounds to my dick. I would beat them, these two sluts. They would never stop me from having an orgasm, no matter how much pain they made me suffer.

All that was a few months ago. It took two months for them to destroy me, but finally they succeeded in ruining my orgasms so many times I couldn’t come no matter how hard I tried. They built a steel cage and for most of the day I’m chained up, but if I’m very good they will release me for a few hours to serve them around the house. I am never permitted to wear clothes, however, and if I make a mess of my chores they take turns to bullbust me. Sometimes the daughter invites some of her schoolgirl friends around to look at me, and they laugh as I struggle in vain to get an erection. A few have even been allowed to handle my battered dick out of curiosity, my captors knowing that it’s so raw from their punishment I can’t derive any pleasure from such stroking. Mostly though the girls use me to practice their self-defence, kicking and kneeing my balls until they’re bleeding and swollen.

So next time you look lustfully at a schoolgirl in the street remember my story. As you eye those thin legs remember how hard they can knee you in the groin. As your dream of removing those tight blouses remember how hard a schoolgirl can use a strap-on up your arse. And most of all, if you want to wank to the sight of those swinging virgin hips in a pleated miniskirt, remember your next jerk-off could be your last if her mother catches you.

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Savannah stood in front of the large mirror in the bedroom of the house they were renting in London. Her long hair was no longer red. It was now jet black with dark burgundy highlights. It looked as though she’d had extensions put in. But she had been to the salon that day and pampered herself and it was thick and wavy and smelled of Love Spell. “You know you have an addiction when you carry your own shampoo to the salon,” she had told the beautician. Everyone in the room could smell it while the stylist worked on her. Her addiction wasn’t the Love Spell, per say, but rather, driving Brayden mad with the Love Spell, for sex. And she couldn’t wait to see his face tonight.

She walked over to the bed and checked the ropes coming from the wrought iron headboard and footboard one last time. She peaked into the small leather duffel to make sure she had everything she needed. She was already wet with anticipation but was a little worried he would divorce her after this night. She hoped that he would have an open mind and go along with her plan. But if not she had a backup.

Her outfit was different than anything she’d worn for him. She noticed he kept gawking at the local London girls wearing their short skirts and black tights. So after the trip to the salon, she found a Top Shop. Instead of the thigh high boots, she wore six inch ankle boots. She had on black tights and a very short mini pencil skirt. A red corset pulled her breasts together and over that she had draped a black, see-through blouse. There was no way she would leave the house in this. But she will walk down the stairs and bring Brayden back up them on a leash in it. One more spritz of the perfume. She hesitated. Looked at the bed. Then she sprayed it with the perfume as well, making sure she got the pillow especially strong. Then she grabbed the new leather riding crop and headed for the door. This was going to be fun.

The townhouse was a very old home dating back to the 1700’s. It had survived Hitler’s assault on London. It had survived a fire that burnt up nearly the entire block of homes. And now it was an upscale Air B&B. Her boots clapping down onto the wooden steps on the spiral staircase announced her descent into the room. As she made the last turn, her dark red nails traced the old banister, tapping slowly, as she came to a stop near the bottom. She used her best British accent as she tapped the riding crop several times onto her boot, loud enough to get Brayden’s attention. “Darling, can you come over here please?”

Without hesitation Brayden was up from reading the news and standing just below her at the foot of the stairs. “Strip Sunshine.” He looked at the crop, then at her new hair style. He appeared a little dumbfounded. “OFF!” She barked in the British accent again. “Come on, strip it all. Shirt, trousers, knickers, all of it, on the floor now!” She slapped her boot hard with the crop and the pop echoed through the large room. “I won’t tell you a third time. Strip slut. Now!”

“Yes Savannah.” He said hastily.

She waited until he was fully nude. She reached out with the crop and placed the cold, black leather under his chin and raised his gaze to hers. “Tonight you will address me as Lady Savannah.” After he repeated her command, she popped him gently on the cheek, but with a hard enough sting to get his full attention. “Good boy, now buckle this around your neck.” As he buckled the collar, she noticed his swelling cock rising to her enjoyment. Once the leash was secured, she led him up the stairs toward the bedroom.

As she clicked her way back up, she could feel his eyes on her short skirt. She widened her step and paused, just a little, to reveal the crotchless tights she was wearing. She turned to watch him as he slowly made his way up the stairs, his already hard cock bobbing freely with each step. Once his eyes widened, she knew he had seen the hot secret under her skirt, then she stepped off of the top stair and turned to face him. Her legs parted shoulder width. She pulled on the leash with one hand while popping her boot with the crop in her other hand, “kiss it Thumper.” From this angle, he easily slid to his knees and planted both hands on the second to last step before kissing her black leather boots.

She pulled him up and he had to crawl quickly to keep up. Her exposed twat was hot, wet and she couldn’t wait any longer. His tongue quickly found her pink center and she gushed. She grabbed the banister to steady herself. She looked down. All she could see was Brayden’s naked body on all fours, below her, with his head buried under her skirt. She watched his body sway back and forth as she felt his tongue massage her xslot at varying speeds. She was close to cumming and decided she would speed his tongue up. She slapped his ass with the crop, “faster.” He sped up.

Her hips began to buck and she slapped him again, this time on the other ass cheek. “Harder.” Electricity began to flow through her with the second slap. It felt good. She thought she’d heard him make a noise. She definitely enjoyed watching his entire body flinch at the pops. Quickly she enlisted three more: POP! POP! POP! “Faster slut!” She began grinding on his face, pulling him closer into her by the leash. Then three more strikes. He winced loud, his deep voice growling in a short fit of pain, vibrating into her body, causing her to drift over the edge. She gasped and came as her thighs squeezed his face, locking him into a very uncomfortable position. She saw his red ass and gave him another two strikes on each side as she continued to squeeze and cum.

Savanna let loose the vice that held his face onto her hot cunt and Brayden collapsed onto the stairs. He crawled up over the last one and lay on his back. She saw his red knees and felt a little bad, but the warm nectar dripping down her stockinged thigh reminded her his pain was worth her enjoyment. She looked down at Brayden. She took a step closer to him and straddled his torso, placing her hands on her hips. In her newly developed persona, she asked Brayden, “You’re in for a very long evening my little Thumper Bunny. If you want to cum, you’re going to have to play along exactly as I say. Am I understood?

“Yes, Lady Savannah.” He exclaimed.

“Good. Now fetch the handle of that leash with your mouth, like the wanking dog you are tonight, and bring it up to me. Come on boy. There you go, good boy. Now have a treat.” She spread her legs, coaxing him back into her cunt for another go. “I hope you’re ready because I’m going to fuck your face all night.”

Savannah directed Brayden into the center of the bedroom. She made him stand facing the mirror. She went to the bed and took the leather duffle from its edge. She stomped her way back to him and dropped it at his feet. “Hold this and don’t slobber on it.” She said as she placed the riding crop in his mouth. She removed a bottle of hand lotion from the bag and smeared a little onto his upper lip. “Do not breathe through your mouth.” This forced him to inhale the scandalous scent. She continued to apply it to the rest of his body, beginning with his nipples and moving to his cock. “I’m not touching that thing. Go on, get to wanking. Rub it all in until your nice and girly soft my little Thumper. And don’t look at me. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. And remember, nose breathing only.”

She stepped back and watched his left hand take his cock and begin to rub and massage it. It didn’t take him long before she knew he was ready to spill. She hadn’t given him any other instructions so she wondered if he would bring himself over the edge. She walked over to him and whispered in his ear. “If you cum darling, I’m going to make you lick it up.” She grabbed the crop from his mouth and she stepped back. She watched as his balls quickly began to tighten. “STOP! Remove your hand.”

As he did his cock began to twitch uncontrollably. She placed the leather end of the crop under the head of his manhood and caught a small amount of ejaculation that had begun to ooze from the tip. It was enough to coat the black leather. She held it to his mouth. “You heard me. You came and now my crop is dirty. Clean your spunk.” Even as she spoke and he cleaned, it kept oozing from his rock hard shaft, dripping onto the floor. She had taken his control completely away from him. As she watched him clean his cream from the crop and watched the continued dripping from his cock, she knew she could do anything to him she wanted.

“Look in the mirror slut.” She scooped up more cum from his oozing shaft, her eyes imprisoning his. She placed the end of the crop front his lips, “suck it.” He opened his mouth and obeyed, her perfect red lips now inches from his ear as she spoke to him through the mirror, “I am completely dressed, you’re completely naked, your hard cock is dripping like a broken faucet, and you’re having a spunk lolly. All while watching yourself in a mirror. What a wanker. Remember that surprise you gave me in Paris last week, tonight is your payback. You fucked me so hard that night I could hardly walk the next day. I barely took a step that I wasn’t reminded of your cock. And my tits were sore for two days. You’ve earned this night my little my Thumper. And would ya look at all that xslot Giriş spunk on the floor. Is that a full load? Well, your dick is still hard. That’s not good for you.” She popped his balls twice with the wet crop and waited. As the pain set in, his dick began to lose its power.

“Now would you look at that?” She brushed his cock slowly with the crop. Arousing him again. Then once she had him fully hard, she popped his balls once, dead center, firmly. He went soft again. She laughed. “It’s like an on-off switch.” She smeared her boot through the cum on the hardwood floor. “Clean this mess up.”

As he cleaned her boot, she couldn’t help but give him a few playful swats on the ass. She grabbed his leash and stood him up. She clamped a cockring around his penis. Then she attached a nipple clamp to each nipple. She moved behind him and took a dildo gag from the duffel and told him to open wide. He did so. Teasing and humiliating him, she put it in backwards. “You know darling. They have the cruelest or most fun toys at the sex shop around the corner. Depends on how you look at it really. This gag actually buckles both ways. Let’s see if you can take it all shall we?”

She pushed him to his knees and grabbed a handful of hair. Tilting his head back she slowly inserted the dildo end of the gag. “I hope you’re still breathing through your nose? How’s the Love Spell? I don’t believe it. You took all six inches. She gave it little more of a shove until his gag reflex kicked in. She giggled. “Doesn’t feel too good now does it wanker?” She forced him to gag on it two more times for good measure. “Go ahead have a look at yourself in the mirror babe.” She tilted his head slightly so he could get a view. “I’m tempted to buckle this down. And look, your dick is hard as a rock. You like having a plastic cock in your throat? You’re eyes are all watery as well. Just like a gagging slut. I think you do like it.” The taunting was making her so hot and turned on that she was ready to get off again.

“Okay you, enough mucking around. It’s my turn to have some fun.” She laughed, “well, I’m gonna have some more fun, that is.” She corrected the placement of the gag so that the ball was in his mouth and locked it down. Then she led him closer to the mirror and pushed his face into it. “Like I said, I’m going to fuck you good and right tonight you filthy wanker. You look ridiculous. How’s your nipples?” She ran her hand across the clamps. He moaned through the gagnand his knees buckled. “That’s good. Now tell me, who’s going to fuck you up tonight you bitch?” She heard a garbled response from the gag. “What’s that, come again? Oh. Wait, we don’t want you to do that yet.”

She took the crop and flicked his hard member again. “This little piece of shit dick is on its own tonight. You may cum. But you’ll get no help from my hand or cunt.” She took him to the bed, placed his head on the pillow, which was at the footboard. She tied his hands. Then she put on rubber gloves. His eyes got big. “Oh you don’t want to see this anymore,” she said as she placed a blindfold around his eyes. She continued her work by lubing his asshole and slowly inserting a butplug.”

She left her character for a moment and returned her voice to it’s normal, educated, yet southern charm. “Honey, if you’re okay with this, hold up the peace sign. If your not, flip me the bird.” He held up the peace sign with both hands. “Good. I’m glad. I think you’re really going to enjoy this ride I’m about to go on with you.” He flashed the peace signs again. She returned to her created character…”how’s that plug feeling babe. I told ya I was going to fuck you up tonight.” He flipped her off with both hands. She lost her train of thought at the unexpected gesture. She broke character and laughed out loud.

Pulling herself together she said, “you’re going to pay for that.” And she brought the crop down onto the center of his chest several times. As she was punishing him, she managed to pop off both of the nipple clamps, causing him to scream from under the gag. This made her so wet. She quickly mounted the dildo protruding from his mouth and began to fuck it. As she did, she grabbed a nearby remote control and pressed the the center button. The cock ring lit up and began to shake his hard cock in a varying pattern of pulses. At the same time, the butt plug did the same thing. It was like he had come alive under her. He nearly tossed her off even though he was tied up. She pinched his nipples and used them as reigns to control him and ride his face to an immense amount of pleasure.

Once she was satisfied she pulled the blindfold off of him. “I’ll xslot Güncel Giriş bet you wish I’d do this to your worthless little cock right now? You want me to toss you off you little fucker?” He shook his head yes. She laughed. “Sorry loser, none for you tonight. Instead, she wrapped her lips around the silicone member and proceeded to slide down the length, slowly engulfing it into her mouth as she looked him directly in the eyes. She continued to give it a mock blow job forcing him to watch and be teased.

“I’m going to untie you and I want you on all fours in the bed. I want you to fuck me from behind.” She positioned herself in front of him and arched her back. Her beautiful ass pointing directly at his dildo gagged face. She felt the member slide into her pussy. It wasn’t as big or as long as his cock, but the control over him made up for it and she enjoyed another fuck from his face. With each inward stroke she could feel his nose hitting her in the ass hole. Surprisingly he was fucking her better than she thought he would. And how humiliating. When she came she managed to squirt her juices all over his face.

She collapsed onto the bed and left him resting on all fours with the dildo still protruding from his mouth. She giggled. “Thank you Thumper Bunny. I’ll bet you’re ready to get that cock ring off aren’t you?” The dildo moved up and down in a yes nod. She giggled again as she removed the cockring. His dick was as wet as if she had fucked it instead. “My, my, you’ve got a lot of spunk. Do you want to cum?” A muffled “yes Lady Savannah” bellowed from the gag. “Oh, you poor little boy. Remember what I said earlier, your dick gets no pleasure tonight. “Lay back down.”

Savannah fastened him back to the bed. This time she took the slack out of his bonds and even managed to stretch him a little in the large, king sized bed. He was unable to move. She removed the gag as well, “you’ll wish I had left this in for this part, but I want to hear you.” She sprayed more Love Spell on him. “Remember, still no mouth breathing. And aren’t you a joy tonight? You’re just a little sissy wanker. Lying there tied up, naked, your arse is plugged, and you smell lovely. Nothing but a sissy wanking little bitch.” Her tone was direct and strict.

She brought the crop down on his inner thigh. Then again. Again. She whipped it until it was beet red from crotch to knee. She moved to the other and did the same. He squirmed and wenced and grunted. She could tell he wanted to open his mouth. But he never did. “Your cock is still hard slut. There must be some cum left in it. Let’s beat it out of ya.”

“Inhale the Love Spell. Go ahead, take a deep breath, Love.” She watched his face move from tense to relaxed as the intoxicated air around him took control of his body and mind. “How’s the plug feel on your g-spot? Let me turn it up.” She pressed a button on the remote and she could hear it humming away vibrating his inner most sensitive area. His breathing strengthened. He was close. She popped his balls lightly with the crop. “Keep breathing. Focus on the passion of the smell.” She popped him again. “That’s it. The pain smells good doesn’t Thumper? You’re about to cum and there is nothing you can do. Once this happens, you’ll be fully conditioned to the scent.”

She smeared more lotion on his upper lip. Now breath, slowly, deeply.” She popped his balls. “Inhale.” POP! “Smell it slut.” POP! “That’s it, be a good sissy wanker and give Lady Savannah the rest of your spunk.” POP! POP! POP! She watched as his penis hardened and his balls tightened. He groaned. He moaned. He contorted and pulled at his bonds.

“Come on Love, let’s have it now. One more deep breath in slowly and hold, hold…” She popped his balls quickly with each word, coaxing the orgasm along…”and breath out now.” His large muscular frame convulsed and he came. She positioned the crop to catch his load and applied it to both cheeks, splattering it all over his face. He continued to climax and spasm. She thought he was going to break the rope. After he was done convulsing, she had one more good taunt before untying him, “now you’re a proper sissy wanker, my little Thumper Bunny.” She said giggling. “Let’s go have a long hot bath in the hot tub shall we?”

The next morning Savannah and Brayden decided to take to the streets of London for a day out in the city. Like the gentleman he always was, he held the door for her as they exited the old Tudor style house. She was wearing the boots from the night before. And as she passed by him she made sure she brushed her hair into his face, allowing the smell of Love Spell to invade his senses once again. When she noticed he had hesitated and stayed behind she turned to look at him. He flung two birds into the air at her with a big smile. She noticed his bulging crotch. In an unforgiving tort from the persona the evening before, she exclaimed with satisfaction, “I see the conditioning worked, Thumper.”

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