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In part 1 Kyla met and had her first session with her new slave.

Then in part 2 we backtracked to tell how Kyla’s late husband Timon was trained as a submissive by Nicola.

Now we move forward with Nicola as she also took Timon’s parents in hand, after he had left home for university.

*

Nicola became a Nanny about ten years before this part of the story is set.

She had had a somewhat chequered history with men and indeed women as far as sex was concerned, but she had known since her early twenties that she enjoyed being dominant in the bedroom, but back then, pre internet finding like minded individuals wasn’t so easy. Yes, she’d had some very nice experiences but none that had gone further than just sex, something that had legs.

And so Nicola had kind of drifted into her chosen profession, and when this dream position had come up she knew she just had to take it. The couple, Margarite and Eric, were generous and kind, and with their son at school and both of them at work she had a fair amount of time to herself. The boy was a well mannered boy and took to Nicola from the off.

From day one she was always more than just a nanny to Eric and Margarite’s young son, she was housekeeper, confidente, and in truth, more mother to Timon than his University lecturer mother ever was. The story of how Nicola made a man of the eighteen year old Timon is told elsewhere. For now I’m going to concentrate on the day after Timon left for university, when Nicola asked to see his parents to discuss her future employment prospects. Just to set the scene: Timon’s parents are in their fifties, Nicola is in her early forties, and, how can I describe her? I’d say like a blonde Nigella Lawson, the tv chef, when she was totally voluptuous, and a veritable domestic Goddess, much how Nigella herself was described back in the day, and as sexy as hell!

As they sat down at the kitchen table Nicola began by thanking them for their hospitality for the past ten years. They had always treated her generously, although her car could do with an upgrade, her only gripe, but with them unaware that for the past few months she had been teaching their 18 year old son to pleasure her, firstly on his knees with his tongue in her cunt, which he took to like a duck to water, and then by teaching him to fuck her, and how to control his release, in order to prolong her pleasure. Nicola knew he would be back home from University for Xmas and hoped he hadn’t lost his will to serve her. But for now, just keeping her job was her top priority.

“So, I just wanted to clarify my position now that you don’t need a Nanny any more, and would like to know how much notice period you’re going to give me…”

Margarite cut her short: “What do you mean notice? Eric, say something!” she snapped at her husband.

“But I think I’m entitled to notice, I mean, I have to find somewhere to live, as well as a new job!”

“No, there will be no notice!” blustered Margarite.

Nicola bridled, stood up and turned away, the wooden kitchen chair clattering over on the oak floor.

“Nicola please”, Eric began, “what she means is we don’t want you to go.”

Nicola stopped in her tracks.

“But what will my role be.”

“We’ll think of something, but you can’t go, we need you!”

“Need me? What do you mean, need me?”

Eric stood, walked round the table and picked up the chair, his gesture inviting Nicola to sit back down. As she did he put his hand on her shoulder. She grasped his hand and Margarite reached over the table taking her other hand.

Their was a pregnant silence in the room, broken by Margarite: “We need you Nicola, we adore you, love you being part of our family.”

“Pardon?”

“Yes, and now Timon has gone we were hoping that we could have the privacy to show you just how much we adore you. We’ve spoken of little else for weeks now.”

Eric leaned over her and kissed the top of her head ever so gently. He glanced at his wife, who nodded imperceptibly.

“May I touch you Nicola?” He asked respectfully.

Nicola leaned her head back and smiled at him “Yes, please do.” she smiled.

Erics hand slipped down her shoulder and caressed her breast. Margarite pulled Nicola’s hand towards her and placed it on her own breast, before standing and bending towards her, taking her face in her hands and then leaning in to kiss her on the mouth.

Nicola was unprepared for any of this, but responded to the kiss as Eric stood behind her then bent down and kissed her on top of her head again.

The enormity of the situation brought her back to reality and she broke the kiss, as sweet as it was, and pushed their hands off her.

She was determined to take charge here, not to be dictated to or used by them. This was not how it was supposed to go. Her dominant nature told her that if she didn’t act now them the result wouldn’t be the one she wanted or indeed needed. She wasn’t about to become xslot their play thing, it was her way or the highway, job or no job.

“No, no, no. You can’t just spring this on me, not after ten years of spying on me in my bedroom!”

The married couple initially fell silent. “Eric how could you!” said Margarite, harking back to the spying comment.

“Well you are no better Margarite”

“What do you mean?”

“You have been spying through the keyhole of my bedroom since I came to live here.”

“But I…”

Nicola turned to Eric: “She watches me masturbating at least twice a week, usually when you’re playing golf.”

Margarite was open mouthed.

“Do you prefer me to use the clit stimulator, which my friend Carol bought me, or perhaps the enormous black dildo, you know, the ten inch one?”

Margarite stammered a reply, denying to her husband that she didn’t, but Nicola cut her short.

“You did and you still do. The last time was only yesterday.”

She turned to Eric “I could see her eye in the keyhole,” neglecting to add “I came twice.”

“That wasn’t her.” said Eric “That was me.”

“Oh, was it now?” replied Nicola.

“But after you came. I heard Mags coming up stairs so I hurried out.”

Nicola turned to Margarite, but merely raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“I only looked for a minute.”

“Really? And yet the light through the keyhole was obscured when I reached for the big black cock, and was still there after my orgasm.”

“I saw you come on the black dildo.” said Margarite “It was fantastic, you were fantastic.” she said with obvious affection and admiration. “I’ve loved watching you, every time was so, so, horny.”

Nicola was delighted but hid it away behind a stern face.

“So, lets get this straight, you want me to stay on after Timon has settled at University?”

They both blurted out almost in unison that they did.

“Well, things are going to have to change. As I won’t be required to discipline your son any longer, I can see I am going to have to install some discipline in this household.” she snapped. “The peeping through the keyhole will stop, unless you both behave yourself, if you’d both like that?”

They both nodded, it was something they had both come to love, although of late the days when the keyhole was unobscured by the key had become few and far between. In fact, neither had noticed that it was only unobscured on the evenings when Tim was playing rugby, football or cricket.

“I suggest we continue this in your office.” Said Nicola firmly.

They went into the office, Eric holding the door as both ladies entered. Nicola sat on the edge of the desk and indicated that Margarite should sit at the desk. Eric sat in a club chair along the wall opposite the fireplace.

“Stand up Eric.” he stood. “Now strip.” She ordered. He glanced at his wife, who merely nodded in agreement.

Once he was naked Nicola picked up the wooden ruler from the letter stand, and beckoning him forward lifted his semi erect cock up with the end of it.

“Why do you allow him to be this…this…this hairy?”

Margarite muttered that she had asked him to trim it back, but that he hardly ever did.

“Right then,” said Nicola firmly, “As I am in charge now, you will not only keep it trimmed, you will begin by shaving it all off! You have fifteen minutes! Get out!”

Eric turned and slunk away towards the bathroom, and as the door closed behind him, Nicola turned to Margarite.

“Right! Now let’s see what you have to offer. Strip!” Margarite hesitated and Nicola slapped her face, shocking her.

“I said strip!”

Margarite unbuttoned her own dress, kicked off her shoes, then pulled down her tights. Nicola held out her hand and Margarite gave her the tights. Nicola opened the desk drawer and took out a pair of scissors then cut the tights in half. Margarite was non plussed as to why she did that and paused.

“I told you to strip, get on with it.” she snapped.

Once she was naked, Nicola told her to turn around, then bound her wrists behind her back with one leg of her own tights.

“When your husband comes back, he will no doubt be delighted to see what you’re up to.”

Nicola began to strip, pulling Margarite’s mouth down to her enormous breast, which the older woman sucked voraciously. Once almost naked Nicola told her to kneel, and Nicola, wearing only her black stockings and red suspenders, sat on the desk, opened her legs and beckoned Mags forward.

“Done this before?”

“No, well, not since University.”

“Of course, I should have known you had.” and then pushed her to her knees pulling her head into her crotch by her short hair.

“Good girl. Remind me to fuck you with the ten inch dildo later on.”

After about five minutes of Margarite licking her cunt Nicola felt her orgasm building.

The door opened and Eric, naked and shorn, xslot Giriş stepped into the room.

Nicola looked up: “Don’t you knock when you enter a ladies room?”

Eric stood open mouthed, his penis hardening as he watched his wife on her knees, between Nicola’s ample thighs. From where he stood he couldn’t quite see her mouth or tongue but her head movements told him that she was an enthusiastic cunt licker. Nicola let go of her hair, but she didn’t move away.

“She isn’t being forced Eric. Look what a willing slut she is. Now come here.”

He approached and Nicola reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock pushing his foreskin back exposing the shiny purple head. She took a handful of Margarite’s hair again and turned her head away from her cunt to face her husband’s cock.

“Suck it, get it nice and hard.” She ordered.

The cock head slipped between her lips and the frothy combination of her saliva and Nicola’s cunt juice dripped off his glans. Nicola allowed her to continue until Eric moaned, at which point she pulled Margarite’s head away, pushing her mouth back to her cunt, and told Eric to face the door and to put his hands behind his back. She picked up the other half of the tights and bound his wrists tightly together.

“Go and stand in the corner.” She ordered him.

He walked to the corner and turned around.

Nicola merely used her index finger to indicate he should turn away.

“That will be a very firm spanking for you later.”

Eric shivered and reluctantly turned around, the sight of his wife licking their housekeeper’s cunt denied him.

“Please Nicola.” he protested.

“I said turn around.” She repeated her order.

He reluctantly turned, facing the corner, and Nicola pulled his wife’s head by the hair further into her crotch.

“And do not stop until I come, After she makes me come it will be your turn Eric,” she looked down at Margarite; “Is he any good with his tongue, slut?” She asked her.

Eric’s wife looked up and took her mouth off Nicola’s cunt only long enough to whisper “He doesn’t do it to me.”

“He what?” Nicola almost shouted. “Hmph, I can see that someone is going to have to be shown his place in this house. In future you will not come until you have made me come twice, and your wife at least once.”

“Do why doesn’t he lick your cunt, slut?” she asked the kneeling Margarite.

She broke off momentarily to say “He says he doesn’t enjoy it.”

“I’ve never heard anything like it. I’d bet it’s more to do with the fact that’s he’s useless at it.”

Eric shivered momentarily in the corner.

When Nicola’s orgasm arrived it was prolonged and violent and she bucked her hips into Margarite’s face. Eric turned slightly towards them just enough to sneak a look as Nicola tightened her grip on his wife’s hair as her body shook uncontrollably, before she collapsed onto the desk, then pushed Margarite’s head away, as the older woman sank down to sit on her legs and struggled to breathe.

Nicola regained her composure and stood up, towering majestically over Margarite’s slight frame as she stroked her short hair.

“When was the last time you made a woman come?”

“That was my first.” she whispered.

Nicola put her fingers under her chin and lifted her face towards her.

“Well it won’t be your last, it won’t even be your last today.”

Her words sent a shiver down Margarite’s spine, and her cunt, flooded with moisture, tingling, longing for a tongue or a cock to be thrust into her.

“Come here Eric.” Nicola commanded. He turned and walked towards them, his cock bobbing in front of him. Nicola used the wooden ruler again, flicking the head gently, testing its hardness.

“Suck it, slut!” She said, lifting Margarite’s head by her hair. Once they were positioned facing each other, the cock head on Margarite’s lips Nicola began to lay down her conditions:

“From now on, I am in charge of sex in this house. No sex will occur without me being present, or without my permission if I am away. Do you both understand?”

They did, Margarite pulling her mouth off his cock for just enough time to say “Ok Nicola.”, which really was not the correct response.

Nicola pulled her head back by the hair.

“Whenever sex is initiated you will both call me Mistress, and you will be called Slut, Margarite, and from now on Eric, you will be called Slave. Do you both understand?”

They both hurried to reply “Yes Mistress.” as Nicola shoved her Slut’s head roughly back onto his cock, which slipped between her lips and over her tongue.

Nicola pulled back her right arm and then brought it back with one very firm stroke onto Eric’s, sorry her slave’s left buttock. He cried out and flinched, and Slut opened her mouth, his cock slipping through her lips.

Nicola spoke sternly.

“Did I give either of you permission to stop?”

Both xslot Güncel Giriş muttered their apologies and Slut opened her mouth to take her husband’s cock again.

“This punishment is for spying on me without permission. You will count your punishment strokes out loud, and after every six you will thank me. Perform to my satisfaction and I will give you a reward.”

Slave counted the firm strokes, three to either buttock.

“Thank you Mistress.” he said after six, then again after twelve, eighteen and twenty four, by which time his bottom was glowing red, his cock remaining hard only because of his wife’s tongue swirling around his glans.”

Nicola sat back on the desk, swivelled towards him, then reached up and grabbed him by the hair.

“On your knees.”

Eric sank down and manoeuvred himself into position as his wife worked her aching jaw back and forth. Nicola was very turned on again and despite having planned to use the enormous strap on dildo on Margarite, needed to come again, dragging her slave’s mouth onto her cunt. Eric’s bottom stung but he thought that he hadn’t ever been so turned on, as he licked voraciously at her shaven cunt, his nose in her neatly trimmed triangle of hair.

Nicola’s orgasm wasn’t long in coming, wracking her generous frame as she struggled for breath, fucking his mouth, extolling him to lick harder, to suck her clit, to tongue fuck her, until she could take no more and she pushed him away.

Once she had come down, she ordered Eric to lie on his back on the desk with his head just over the edge, and then lifted Margarite onto her feet, pulling their mouths together as Nicola edged backwards, until her arse hit Eric’s face. She let go of Margarite’s face and reached behind her, spreading her ample buttocks, before planting her cunt onto Eric’s willing mouth, her weight spreading her lips across his lips as he frantically sought out her hot wetness.

She allowed him to lick her out while she savoured Margarite’s tongue.

“Will there be a Xmas bonus, this year Margarite?” She asked casually.

“Yes, yes, there will.” Replied Margarite between kisses. “Would a Mercedes suffice?”

Oh yes, it would.

Eric was glad to hear that, anything, as long as this beautiful big blonde Goddess stayed in their lives.

Nicola stood up and ordered Slave to lie on the desk, hid head over the edge, then manhandled Margarite into position, with her cunt on Eric’s mouth, then pushed her head down to take his erection in her mouth in a sixth nine.

“No coming before I return.” she warned as she left the study.

She returned just a few minutes later, the huge black dildo jutting from the harness around her waist. From his prone position, his head upside down, Eric saw her approach his eyes wide.

Nicola pulled his head down off Margarite’s cunt.

“Do you want me to fuck her?” She asked, her eyebrow arched questioningly.

He could only stammer his affirmation.

“Well you’d better ask nicely then, hadn’t you?”

“Please Mistress, I beg you, please fuck my wife.”

“Your wife? Oh you mean my slut?”

“Yes, Mistress, please fuck your slut, fuck her hard.”

“Well you’d better get this wet, I doubt if she’s ever had a cock this big before.”

While that wasn’t true, neither of them knew that, and a few wet licks later the huge black dildo was glistening with her slave’s saliva.

She took hold of it near the hilt and pushed it between her slut’s lips, forcing it into her willing fuck hole, sliding inch after inch inside, until she was impaled on all ten inches.

Margarite gasped as Nicola held it deep inside of her, grinding her pelvis against her skinny little arse.

“Get her clit in your mouth and suck it until she comes. After she does you can lick my cock clean.” She told Eric, then began to slowly withdraw inch after inch, until only the circumcised head remained, before plunging it back into her, driving the breath from her lungs, filling not only her cunt but engulfing her entire body with a wave of pleasure she had never ever experienced before.

As she increased the pace so Margarite began to writhe around as Eric tried to keep his mouth wrapped around her clit.

Just as her cries and groans began to increase in volume, the phone rang.

Visibly annoyed, Nicola withdrew the ten inches of cock with an audible ‘plop’ and turned to pick up the phone.

She answered it as she surveyed her employers, hands bound lying in a 69 on the antique desk.

“Hello, Nanny, it’s Timon. May I speak to my mother please?”

“Oh hello Timon, I’m afraid you mother’s pretty tied up right now. I’ll ask her to call you back as soon as she’s free.” They exchanged pleasantries.

“I’m going to miss you Miss Nicola,” Said the 18 year old.

“Don’t worry Timon, your mother said I can stay on, subject to a few changes in duties.”

The young man was overjoyed to hear it. “Can’t wait to see you again Miss,”

he said, unable to talk filth on the very public phone. They exchanged their goodbyes and Nicola put down the phone.

Oh yes!” thought Nicola, I am really going to enjoy my new role!

To be continued.

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All characters are over the age of 18.

*****

My mind was foggy and still partially asleep when I cuddled into the pillow. The heat from the morning sun was casting over my face and instinctively I smiled. The bed was so comfortable, engulfing my every curve, but suddenly my eyes flashed open. Looking around, I grew anxious. I had fallen asleep at Michael’s again; a habit that has formed over the last couple of months. I still jolt straight up startled at my surroundings as I did when he first asked me to spend the night. No matter how cozy the mattress or luxurious the sheets of combed, organic cotton? My entire body stiffens to where I cannot move. Finally, my arms work again and my sweaty palms rub the remnants of dried tears formed overnight.

I remain quiet so Michael does not know I’m awake. Sitting up, I gently put my feet on the sun-soaked wood floor careful not to make a sound. I tip toe across the master bedroom and reach gently for the door handle. Before I open the door, I hear sounds coming from the living room. It was not the news or anything playing on his large flat-screened TV. A woman was moaning in ecstasy, a man grunting commands. Now standing frozen, I did not know what to do. My lips curled mischievously as I figured it had to be porn; Michael must be viewing it from his cell phone.

Gingerly I opened the door. Cautiously, I kept my steps inaudible for my interest was piqued. I didn’t want to disturb Michael or have him race to close any internet window. What I really wanted was to watch him, but subconsciously the sweat began to drip under my breasts. My breathing was erratic, but I stifled any sound.

Gracefully standing still and like a thief I was stealing his privacy, I watched him stroking his cock. Michael’s hand gliding up and down as the video played on. Swept with uncertain emotions, I tried to look away. But, like an addict, I couldn’t force my attention in any other direction.

“Good girl. You are such a nasty little slut. Now use that hot mouth of yours and xslot suck me until I tell you to stop. I want one hand playing with my balls and the other jerking my cock with the spit from your filthy mouth. Ahhh…yes, just like the cum slut you are. Get up! I said get up! Pull your pussy lips wide. I want to see how sucking my cock makes your hole glisten. Now, get to the floor, face down, ass up. I’m going to rub my throbbing head over that wet slit and ram every inch of myself into your dirty hole.”

I heard every gasp the woman was making. The rawness of the video grew and Michael ragingly slid his thick hand intensely up and down his shaft. I could see the gleam of pre-cum growing abundantly. In one swift motion, he smeared his juice as a lubricant in his fingers. I saw his feet begin to jerk and his hips grinding with every stroke. His body was moist and his eyes were wild as he continued the video.

I suddenly became aware that my juices were sliding down my thighs. With my right hand, I slid into the very small triangle of the red and black lace g-string. My crotch was soaked, my clit completely engorged and the smooth lips full of anticipation.

I pulled my pierced hood back and pressed the ball firmly into my large clit. Rubbing in fierce circles, I let out my own primal moans. My legs grew weak and I braced myself against the door frame. The heavy oak slammed against the wall and woke me from my semi-unconscious state. Lightning shot through to my core as Michael sneered at me.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Kalina? Answer and explain to me why you should have the privilege of watching me get off?”

“I, um… I am extremely turned on. I swear, I just couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t mean any harm, Sir.”

Michael still had a hand on his rock-hard cock as his eyes sent a burning gaze towards me. I felt a shiver rattle me with bumps adorning my flesh. My cunt still raining juices and my nipples rigid from pure delight.

Michael raised his unoccupied hand and summoned xslot Giriş me to his side. “Kneel next to me, girl, and do not make a sound. You will do as I say. If you even move the slightest bit? I will put your leather cuffs on and link them through your collar. Do you realize how much trouble your voyeurism has cost you? No! Not a peep from your trashy mouth.”

I glanced at Michael as my mind wondered what my innocent viewing would lead to. Surprisingly, I wasn’t scared. I kept the emotionless stare diverted as per his instructions.

Michael’s whole composition had changed as he rose from the couch. I dare not move or even peer sideways for I didn’t want to displease him. In the distance, I could hear the zipper’s teeth of what I assumed had become our toy bag. Chains were clinking as he rummaged through finding the implements he craved.

Averting my eyes as his naked body strolled past me, a fistful of my hair held into his grip, I winced from the initial pain. Michael yanked my hair and pulled me towards him. My knees were burning from the bite of the rug, but I didn’t allow him the satisfaction. Abruptly we stopped and Michael was inspecting my body.

“Show me your wrists, hands palm up, I’m going to cuff you after all. It will give me so much joy to treat you like the raunchy whore you are.”

Quickly, the leather cuffs were strapped to my wrists and he hitched a chain between them. With his teeth, he tore off a piece of red tape.

“Close your mouth. I don’t want to hear you. This is your punishment.”

The bondage tape felt taut against my softened flesh. The harmless looking chain entwined with my cuffs were anything but harmless. They had daunting clips and I knew what was coming next.

With precision, Michael took the chain and clamped down on my rigid and substantial nipples. The clamps were tight and made me wince, but I still did not move.

“Oh, what a beautiful slut you are. I really need to take a picture. Spread your knees further apart so xslot Güncel Giriş I can see the shine of your silk coming from that hole. Yeah, that’s it. Perfect. Are you my good, little whore?”

I nodded affirmatively with a crinkle in my forehead as the pain shot through my breasts. With any little movement, the clips tugged at the swollen nipples.

Michael stepped away and he was beaming with pride. As if it magically appeared, a crop and flogger dangled before me and deep inside I knew what was next.

“Lay on your back and spread those legs wide. You watched me without permission. So, in return, I’m going to whip your shiny cunt and then fuck you wild.”

Through the tape, I tried to respond “yes, Sir,” but only mumbled words escaped. As with anything, I tried to show him my appreciation and gratitude with my eyes blinking in adoration.

Michael cropped and flogged my cunt until I was screaming. It was pleasure mixed with agony. Next, he forcefully pulled off the nipple clamps, I convulsed in complete satisfaction. Tears were streaming down my face as his forefinger raised my chin to look at him directly.

“I need to be inside you as you squirm with the sting of the leather. Your cunt is very wet and I’m going to bury myself inside it. Then it will become my cunt and only mine to drive you over the edge.”

I felt him spread my opening wider with every thrust. Michael’s cock was surely a perfect fit as I could feel him sliding in and out over the ridges of my pussy. Deeper he plunged and then my eyes started rolling.

I was being swept up in a continuous orgasm. One after the other until a magnificent sensation overcame me. Michael reached down and stripped the tape from my mouth. It stung, but I didn’t care.

I considered his eyes and asked for permission to cum. “Please, Sir, please… May I cum?”

“Yes, my slave, cum! Cum now on my cock!”

Michael barely finished his last two words as I exploded and forced him out. As I pushed him out, I squirted three times in a row drenching the two of us plus the floor. He promptly slammed into my canal and blasted me with hot cum while his cock jerked and my hips milked every ounce out of him.

I looked at him, bit my lip, and bashfully said:

“Thank You, Sir.”

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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 2005.

Marie wasn’t over keen when I told her I’d booked a week’s holiday to include lots of golf tuition from a P.G.A. Professional. Fortunately the hotel and golf course complex looks suburb with plenty of activities for her to get involved with. Pity I can’t get my wife interested in golf though, but most sport leaves her cold. Still, we’ll have a trip out tomorrow before the serious business of my golf tuition begins on Monday.

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 2005.

Well the first day’s golf went very well. The Professional, a guy of 40 called Dick, pointed out lots of faults in my game commenting that my swing is particularly weak, but I already know I have a lot to learn which is why I booked the course.

Introduced him to Marie in the bar during the evening. She too had a good day much to her surprise, enjoying the spa pool, sauna, and Decleor health and beauty therapy, whatever that is.

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2005.

Another great day of tuition and Marie now seems to be enjoying the holiday. Her initial bad temper about what she referred to as my selfishness in booking a golfing holiday has now completely evaporated. She went off somewhere in the evening, the fitness studio I think, so I went for a drink on my own. Unfortunately Dick wasn’t about as I’d hoped to discuss the ongoing problems with my backswing but at least I enjoyed a good long golf related conversation with a couple of guys on the course, which I couldn’t really have done if my wife had been with me.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 2005.

Marie wasn’t in the bar as expected so I assumed she must be in the fitness studio again. Dick was though, talking to some of the other guys on the course. Passing them on my way to the bar I heard Dick say, nodding his head in my direction, “Remember me telling you about the hole in one I enjoyed.”

Returning Dick’s nod I was surprised by the laughter which followed his words, admiration would have been more appropriate I would have thought.

Once I’d been served I carried my drink over to their table hoping to hear more about Dick’s hole in one but unfortunately he excused himself, saying he had urgent business to attend to. Somehow the golfing talk without Dick’s expert knowledge lacked sparkle.

Climbing the stairs later I met Dick coming the other way and asked about his hole in one, saying I’d missed hearing the tale.

“Another time,” he smiled, “I’m busy just now.”

Marie was taking a shower when I entered our room, the disordered state of the bed surprising me. I suppose she’d been having a lie down. Straightening the quilt I noticed what looked suspiciously like semen stains but banished them from my mind, perhaps the quilt had been soiled already and I hadn’t noticed. The other alternative, that Marie’s had sex with someone, seems highly unlikely because spending so much time in the fitness studio I don’t think she’s had time to get to know anyone.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 2005.

Disappointed that Dick wasn’t in the bar I found myself becoming bored by the conversation of the others and after a couple of drinks excused myself, despite their best efforts to keep me. They must be enjoying my conversation more than I was theirs I thought, declining several offers of a drink.

“Oh well, we’ve done our best,” Craig commented as I walked away.

Entering our room the greeting died on my lips at the sight which met my eyes. A broad and powerful looking backside was rising and falling rhythmically between Marie’s thighs while she clung to the guy, ecstatic cries ringing out. Both participants were oblivious of my entry as I quickly closed the door. For several minutes I stood at the foot of the bed watching the couple copulating, inevitably stroking my trouser front, until with a groan the guy came, his buttock muscles clenching spasmodically. It was only when he rolled off gasping that I saw with a shock it was Dick!

“I thought you said your friends were keeping him out of the way,” Marie murmured, otherwise seeming unperturbed by my entrance.

“Sorry, they must have let him slip,” Dick replied.

I remained standing there feeling bemused by the discovery but unable to prevent my eyes straying to Dick’s penis. Another big one I thought, seeing the last drops of semen dribbling from his flaccid member.

“Oh well, I know what he wants to do. He loves this, don’t you J***?” So saying Marie slipped a pillow beneath her bottom and spreading her legs even wider said, “Go on then, I know you want to.”

Dick laughed when I freed my penis and he realised my intention but I had xslot no choice, I had to do it. After all I’d carried out the humiliating procedure once a week for months under Peter’s watchful eyes and it had become almost a compulsion. I stood there masturbating under Dick’s mocking gaze, staring at the guy’s semen oozing from my wife’s vagina. From time to time my view was partly blocked by his fingers stroking and probing it but despite that I soon came.

The episode must have excited Dick because his penis was fully erect again. As Marie leaned over to take it into her mouth he said to me, “Take a walk, there’s a good chap, and don’t come back for at least an hour.”

Zipping up I meekly let myself out and without knowing where I was going stumbled from the hotel to wander the grounds, my mind in turmoil. It’s pretty obvious now that the other guys have been detailed to keep me out of the way these last couple of days while Dick enjoyed sex with my wife. How many other guys on the course know what’s going on? Tomorrow is, I think, likely to turn out a very humiliating day as I have little doubt that Dick will tell them all about my recent activity!

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2005.

Well it’s the final day of the golf course and for once I’m not looking forward to it, aware that at least some of the guys know all about Dick’s fun and games with my wife and envisaging a rather humiliating day.

In the event my humiliation started early. Back in our room after breakfast I was collecting my things together when a smiling Dick walked in.

“Go away and practice your swing or something,” he told me, beginning to undress.

I hesitated and undoing his trousers Dick said, “Go on what are you waiting for.”

Turning to appeal to my wife I was surprised to find she was already slipping her knickers off having removed her outer clothing in double quick time. They were both evidently in a highly charged state because by the time I reached the door they were on the bed and Dick was moving onto her. I reluctantly tore myself away and closing the door behind me heard Marie joyous cry as Dick’s penis penetrated her.

It had been humiliating to find myself banished from the room like that but I still had to run the gauntlet of the other golfers. I wasn’t surprised to find myself the butt of their jokes and sniggers but embarrassed to find that practically all of them knew what had been going on between Dick and my wife. Some of the comments were downright contemptuous but at least I was a long way from home and unlikely to meet any of them again.

“This is the wimp who likes to have a wank while other guys fuck his missus,” Craig informed a late arrival.

“What that pretty little black-haired piece? I wouldn’t mind giving her one. Does your missus take on all comers mate?”

“Don’t be stupid, of course not,” I snapped.

“Maybe not, but Dick told me he gave her another good seeing too this morning after sending you on your way with your tail between your legs!” Craig jeered and I felt myself colouring up as the eight or nine guys around me erupted in laughter.

As expected it proved to be the most humiliating day of my life but I have a sneaking suspicion that part of me revelled in it. I was certainly the last one to leave the golf course, finding myself in no hurry to escape their jibes and taunts. Of course it would have been different if it was happening near home amidst people we know, but among strangers and with no fear of gossip I was able not only to face the humiliation but find a strange excitement in it. I even found myself confiding in Craig, the last to leave and one of my worst tormentors all day, about my wife’s eight month affair with Peter and some of the humiliating things he’d ordered me to do!

However, I couldn’t face the bar and more humiliation in the evening and so went for a very long walk.

Dick was spending the evening in our room having told me in no uncertain terms to keep out of the way while he and Marie enjoyed themselves.

* * *

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2005.

Surprisingly, Marie decided to accompany me to Darlington. It’s only a two night stay in a B&B but she said she’d find something to do while I’m at the meeting tomorrow. In the past when I’ve suggested her coming on a business trip my wife has declined, saying she’d be bored. Hence my current surprise.

Found the hotel without much trouble and an ancient porter came out to help with our cases, not that we carried much for just two nights. Marie presumably dropped something because at one point I saw her leaning across the car xslot Giriş seat searching about in the opposite foot well. The old porter’s tongue was practically hanging out as he ogled my wife, Marie’s already short skirt having ridden high up her thighs as she leaned across the seats, legs splayed. I moved to block his view, receiving a venomous look in return. Escorting us to our room the porter seemed to be hanging back, that or it was his age, and casting lascivious looks at Marie’s legs as she ascended the stairs ahead of us.

Once he’d gone I remonstrated with Marie about the show she’d given him at the car.

“The randy old devil goosed me while you were signing the register. His hand roamed all over my bum while you were writing,” she laughed, evidently finding his attention amusing unlike me, indeed I decided to speak to the guy about it next time I saw him.

Found the long drive stressful as usual and decided to go for a drink. We’d eaten en-route knowing the hotel had neither bar nor restaurant so it was necessary to go in search of a pub. Marie declined, saying she’d unpack, not that there was much of that to do.

“Off out, are you?” the porter asked, rather unnecessarily as I headed for the door after giving him a piece of my mind about his conduct.

Replying that I was going for a drink I asked where the nearest pub was. He gave me directions; turn right out the door etc, warning me that it was a longish walk.

“No problem, I enjoy walking.”

He was certainly right about the distance but the walk was relaxing. However, arriving back at the hotel I found the door locked and rang the bell in vain. Fortunately a guy who’s also staying at the hotel came along just then and unlocked the door saying, “Didn’t old Ken give you a key? Must be getting forgetful in his old age.”

When I told him where I’d been for a drink he commented that it was miles away, I should have turned left on leaving the hotel and there was a good pub just around the corner! Ken, the bastard, must have deliberately sent me in the wrong direction because I’d remonstrated with him about groping my wife.

I parted company with the guy outside his room and continued along the corridor to ours, a couple of doors away. Inserting my key in the lock I found I was unable to open the door to our room and assuming Marie must have bolted it was about to knock when a noise from within arrested my hand. It was a creaking sound which seemed to be growing louder by the second. Surely not the bedsprings I thought but then heard my wife’s cries mingling with the increasingly noisy creaking.

Well I’ve heard such sounds enough times by now to know that my wife was having sex with someone. But who? We’d only just arrived, for heavens sake!

The noise from within the room stopped rather abruptly and not wanting to be caught listening, but also intrigued to know who it could be, I stepped into a curtained alcove. Bloody hell! I nearly exclaimed out loud, when a few minutes later the door opened and who should emerge but the old porter!

Once he’d disappeared I entered the room to find a naked Marie reclining on the bed.

“Good God Marie, the guys old enough to be your father!” I exclaimed.

“Older. Ken’s 67 actually and a highly skilled lover,” she replied calmly. “Well endowed too, unlike you.” She added disarmingly.

Apparently he’d come to the room on the pretext of giving us a key to the front door, having presumably neglected to give it to me on purpose. If I was locked out I couldn’t interrupt his fun! Having already stripped to her undies Marie only opened the door a crack to see who it was and the porter, perhaps realising her state of undress, said he also needed to check something inside the room. Letting him in it didn’t take Marie long to realize he had no interest in the room, just her scantily clad body.

“Oh well now you’re here perhaps you could help undo my bra, I’m having trouble with the clip,” Marie told him, admitting it was rather brazen.

His heavy breath hot on her neck Ken unclipped my wife’s bra and immediately took her breasts in his hands. One thing led to another and after enjoying a bout of oral sex, he fucked her. For some reason, perhaps his age, I feel more annoyed about my wife having sex with this guy than any man she’s been unfaithful to me with. I also ended up sleeping on the damp patch!

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2005.

The meeting seemed to go well despite the fact that I had difficulty concentrating on the matter in hand. Marie had informed me in no uncertain terms that she intended spending xslot Güncel Giriş the afternoon at Ken’s place, which turned out to be a flat above the nearby newsagent. All very sordid and it’s particularly galling that she returned to the hotel radiant following a lengthy session of lovemaking with the pensioner. Worse was the fact that I had to run the gauntlet of Ken’s smirking face in reception when we went out for a drink this evening.

“The pub along to the left’s closer,” he said with a grin, no doubt well pleased with last night’s ploy. “Are you still wearing those sexy red and black drawers you had on this afternoon Marie? Or did have ’till I had them off,” he said to her.

“No, white ones tonight,” she told him, saucily raising her skirt to give Ken, but not me, a quick flash.

“Come on, let’s go,” I urged, keen to escape Ken’s leers and comments.

At least I won’t have to face the guy when we check out in the morning, which is some comfort I suppose.

* * *

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2005.

In London for a long weekend break, still trying to make up to Marie for dragging her away on the golfing holiday. Although she had her fun on that occasion so can’t really complain.

Marie has always turned heads, attracting many admiring glances, and I’ve felt proud to possess such a highly desirable and attractive wife. In the past the many passes she attracts have been steadfastly rebuffed but that is no longer the case. Now it just means opportunities for extra-marital fun and games.

In the hotel bar earlier this evening Marie realised a really good looking guy, her description, was paying her a lot of attention and I was sent to ‘procure’ him! I then found myself banished from our hotel room while she had sex with the guy. Adding to an already humiliating situation I stood in the corridor furtively masturbating while listening to my wife being fucked on the other side of the door. Later, I was told to spend the night in his room while he sleeps with Marie. Nigel has a single room so I suppose it makes sense. At least I was able to collect my Journal and a few things before being banished; which I did with averted eyes, trying not to see the smug expression on the naked Nigel’s face as he reclined on my bed next to my equally naked wife. At 36 he’s also my wife’s first lover to be of similar age which means he’s extremely randy and virile.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 15, 2005.

It’s late evening and I’m preparing for bed in Nigel’s room again. Saw little of my wife today as she seems to have spent most it having sex with Nigel. He’s insatiable but so is she!

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 16, 2005.

My third and final night in Nigel’s room. I’ve been out and about, taking in the sights of London, and have actually seen little of them all weekend. Most of the hotel staff seem to be aware by now that Nigel and I have swapped rooms and it’s highly embarrassing to see their grins and hear them sniggering as I pass.

Whilst having a drink in the bar earlier this evening I needed the loo wherein I overheard the following conversation by a couple of staff members. They were presumably unaware that one of the cubicles was occupied, that or unconcerned about being overheard.

“It’s right what I heard about the goings on in room 16, then.”

I pricked up my ears, 16 being our room number.

“Oh yea, the geezer from 23 is in there all the time, shagging the arse of the other geezer’s missus. He even spends the night there while the tarts hubby sleeps in 23,” the other guy said.

“Well it takes all sorts.”

“At it like rabbits they are by all accounts, the geezer from 23 reckons Mrs. P****’s a right nympho.”

I could of course have remained unknown and concealed in the cubicle but something prompted me to press the flush and emerge. Crossing to the wash basin I saw the two guys, one I recognised as a waiter, exchange grins.

“Enjoying your weekend break are you?” the waiter asked while I washed my hands.

“Yes, I’ve been doing the tourist thing and seeing the sights,” I told him.

“Not seeing much of your missus though. By all accounts she’s spending most of the time on her back with her legs open.”

While they erupted in laughter my face felt on fire. However, I knew that part of me was revelling in the humiliation of my position; after all I could have stayed in the cubicle. A disturbing thought.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2005.

Only Nigel came down for breakfast, having left my wife still in bed.

“You’ve got a very randy lady there,” he told me in a low voice. “I’ve lost count of the number of times I fucked her over the weekend, but it must be into double figures. Your wife even took it up the arse, which was great.”

I looked round nervously at this point, hoping no one could hear.

Fortunately, that was the last I saw of Nigel.

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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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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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— 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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