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Island Discipline Ch. 08

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Eventually she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock and the door swung open. David strode into the room and re-locked the door behind him.

“Assume Position 1!” he commanded and Kristy sank to her knees, wincing as the motion set the weights attached to her nipples swinging.

David bent down and with practised ease flicked the clasp of her bra open. Her breasts were now exposed and unsupported. He removed the gag from Kristy’s mouth and slowly unzipped his fly. “You know what to do, slave,” was all he said.

Kristy looked up at him. “Please Sir, may I use my hands?” she asked.

David considered for a moment before answering. “Very well, Slave, but the result must be worth my granting your request.”

Tentatively Kristy reached out and took his cock in her hand, stroking her fingers up and down its length. Then she brought her tongue into play and allowed her fingers to follow the track it made. Slowly she could feel the shaft start to stiffen and moved her fingers up towards the head where a drop of pre-cum glistened. She caressed it with the palm of her hand, using his pre-cum to lubricate it before encircling the shaft and stroking up and down it’s length. As his cock started to stiffen further, she moved one hand underneath to cup his balls, licking each one in turn, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it. David gripped the edge of his desk for support. It looked like she was developing a real talent! She moved her mouth back up his shaft, her hand following in its path, constantly in motion, stroking and caressing, exerting firm but even pressure along its length. When she reached the head she hesitated slightly before plunging downwards and taking him deep into her throat. David gripped the edge of his desk harder. He couldn’t let her know how good this felt! Again she pulled back before enveloping him once more. This time she let her teeth graze very lightly against his skin. David could take no more and seizing control he grabbed her hair, powerfully thrusting into her mouth, harder and faster until he came. Without being told, Kristy’s tongue swirled around his cock, licking away every last trace of semen and giving him (although she was unaware of this) a chance to regain his composure.

He pulled away from her and readjusted his clothing. “You will lie on the couch on your back, slave” he instructed.

Kristy obediently moved to the couch and lay down on her back, wondering what was to happen next. David took a ball gag out of his desk drawer. “Open your mouth,” he instructed and when she complied, he pushed it in and fastened it securely behind her head.

Taking hold of her ankles he pulled her down the couch until her ass was resting high on the arm. He then took the two lengths of cloth he had previously used to gag her and secured her ankles to the legs of the couch. She was now laying completely exposed. David hadn’t finished yet, however. He returned to his desk and took out a vibrator.

“You will use this in your pussy and on your clit,” he instructed. “I expect you to do your utmost to bring yourself to the brink of climax, although” he warned, “if you cum before I give you permission, you will be sorry!”

Kristy shook her head, wide-eyed. She couldn’t do this! To masturbate with someone looking on was something she had never done and she felt her face warm as she blushed in embarrassment.

“Come, come,” David taunted. “After your very public display in the hotel suite where you rode, what was his name, Carlos for your own gratification, a little thing like this should be child’s play!”

Kristy closed her eyes as she remembered the events that had led to her present predicament. It was true she had selfishly used that man for her own pleasure without considering his needs or feelings.

David’s expression hardened. “Do I need to reinforce my instructions?” he asked. “Before she could shake her head he continued. “Maybe I do. Very well, you were warned, slave!”

With that he brought his hand down hard across her exposed clit and pussy, making her scream into her gag. Twice more he repeated his action before pausing.

“Is my slave willing to obey me now?” he demanded.

Kristy frantically nodded her head and took the vibrator he held out to her. At 8″ long and almost 2″ wide, it was larger than the ones she had used previously and she wasn’t sure if she could take it. Nevertheless, she had to try. She switched it on and lightly rubbed it in between her pussy lips. To her surprise it slid between them easily. She was already dripping wet! She moved it up and rubbed it over her clit, groaning against her gag as the engorged nub responded, sending shivers through her body. Finally she gathered her courage and slowly slide the vibrator between her lips and into her pussy. David grew impatient and placing his hand over hers exerted a firm pressure and forced the vibrator deep inside her. Kristy gasped at the feeling of her pussy being stretched. The vibrator was so thick that she could xslot feel her g-spot being stimulated. His hand still on hers, David pulled the vibrator out and once more plunged it in deeply.

“Carry on,” he said.

Slowly at first, but then with increasing urgency, Kristy worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She instinctively moved her other hand down and started to stroke and tease her clit. David leaned forward and quickly yanked the clamps from both nipples. Kristy screamed against the pain this caused but it quickly merged into the pleasure coursing through her body.

“Don’t you dare cum!” David warned.

Frantically, Kristy gathered all her willpower to stave off the impending orgasm. This was a difficult undertaking as David was now pinching and teasing her abused nipples, again causing pain and pleasure to merge. She closed her eyes to better concentrate on the task in hand and so did not see David position himself. The sight of her so close to climax yet desperately trying to hold it back had his cock stiff and engorged once again. He decided to take advantage of the fact that Kristy’s ass was so temptingly presented. In one swift motion he pulled out the butt plug and plunged his cock deep inside her back passage. He could feel the vibrations from the device in her pussy start to act on his cock and he knew he would not last long. He started to thrust deep inside her, leaning forward to pinch and tease her nipples. Her breath was now coming in short pants as she struggled to control the demands of her body. Finally he felt he could hold back no longer.

“You may cum, slave” he said giving one final thrust and clamping down hard on her nipples.

Kristy screamed into her gag as she released all mental restrained and her body surged over into orgasm. As she was still shuddering in the aftermath, David released her bonds and gag. He pulled her off the couch and onto her knees in front of him.

“You may thank me for allowing you to cum by cleaning me off,” he said.

Kristy dimly recognised this wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command! She opened her mouth and took his dripping cock inside, using her tongue to completely lick him clean.

When she had finished, David commanded her to assume Position 3 once more. As Kristy placed her hands behind her head, David reattached the nipple clamps. She gasped in pain, but managed not to cry out.

“You may get dressed, slave” David said.

Kristy drew on her bra and sighed in relief as it took some of the strain from the weights hanging from her nipple clamps. It was to be short lived, however, as David reached out and swung them free of its support, letting their full weight exert itself on her nipples. Gingerly she put on her blouse and buttoned it up, trying to disturb the weights as little as possible. Instead of bending to put on her skirt, she crouched down and slid it up and over her hips. The she stood before her master awaiting his next directions.

“You will go straight home from this office” he commanded. “You will not visit the bathroom until you reach the apartment.”

“Yes, Sir” Kristy said meekly, and taking the keys he held out to her, turned and left for her office. Once there, she gathered her jacket, laptop case and purse and left, taking the elevator down to the car park.

As she rode down she could feel liquid oozing from her ass and pussy and start to trickle down the inside of her legs. She shifted self-consciously, very glad that she was alone in the elevator. On reaching the car park she unlocked her car and climbed in. As she drove home the cars motion agitated her breasts, setting the weights attached to the clamps swinging. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pain this caused her. She was also very aware of an increasing damp patch where she was sitting as her master’s semen and her own pussy juices continued to leak out. All in all, she was relieved to insert the keys in the lock, and open the door of her apartment. Her feet were killing her. She had never worn heels this high before and having had to wear them all day was taking its toll.

She dropped her purse on the couch and put the laptop case on the coffee table, then made her way into the bedroom. She stopped short at the sight that greeted her. Gone was her comfortable king size divan. In it’s place stood a double bed, complete with wrought iron bedstead. It wasn’t, however, an ordinary frame. Set into the frame at various intervals were a series of sturdy metal rings. Kristy had a sinking feeling that she knew what this meant!

She removed her jacket and blouse before easing her skirt over her hips and stepping out of it. As she bent over to pick it up, her breasts hung down, increasing the pressure the weights exerted on her nipples. Then she noticed a large stain in the area where she had been sitting. It was obvious that the combined fluids had soaked all the way through the lining and seeped into the outer fabric. There was no way she would be able to send xslot Giriş this to the dry cleaners, it was too apparent what had occurred. Instead, she walked to the kitchen and ran hot water into the sink, adding a liberal amount of washing detergent. She immersed the skirt in the water and left it to soak and returned to the bedroom to finish undressing.

She sat down on the bed, its firmness an unwelcome change from her comfortable divan. She removed her bra and bent over to roll her stockings down her legs. Once again the weights started to swing and without thinking, she kicked off her shoes whilst removing the clamps from her nipples. Immediately pain assaulted her from all sides and she fell to the floor crying out in agony. Her calves had cramped completely and the pain shooting through her breasts was excruciating!

David walked in at that moment and saw her curled on the floor in a foetal position. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t notice his entrance. She did, however, feel it when she was yanked upright by her hair! David’s lips thinned as he saw the clamps were no longer attached to her nipples. Taking firm hold of her hair, he pulled Kristy to her knees and forced her to look at him.

“Did I give you permission to remove the clamps before you left my office this evening, slave” he demanded.

“N-no Sir,” Kristy stammered. “B-but I thought it would be alright to remove them now I was at home!”

“It is not your place to think, slave. It is your place to obey!” David told her. “Your behaviour has incurred a punishment. Now assume Position 1 immediately!”

Kristy placed her hands behind her head and made sure her knees were spread wide. David moved to the bedside drawers, which Kristy noticed now had locks installed. Taking out a key from his pocket, he unlocked the top drawer and took out a soft leather collar, set with several D-rings and a thick metal hoop. He also retrieved a padlock and moved back to where Kristy knelt. He efficiently placed the collar around her throat, slipped the hoop through the tightest setting of the collar and locked it into place. The collar now encircled Kristy’s throat tightly, just short of choking her.

He returned to the drawer and drew out a pair of clover nipple clamps, holding them out to Kristy.

“Seeing as you saw fit to remove the last pair of nipple clamps, slave, you will put these on yourself and make sure they are securely in place!” David commanded.

Kristy took them from her master and attached them at the base of her nipples, wincing at the pain this caused. David then took out a larger pair of weights and held them out to her.

“Put these on!” he demanded.

Kristy looked up at him pleadingly, but his face was as hard as stone. Swallowing hard, she attached the weights to the clamps, crying out as each clamp tightened around her nipple from the pressure applied. Next David took out two thin metal chains, one short and one long. The short chain he strung between the two weights. He attached the longer chain in the centre of the shorter one and then ran it vertically down the length of her body. He passed it through her pussy lips and up across her ass crack, finally attaching it to the collar. There was no slack in the chain at all, putting pressure on and causing discomfort to her nipples, clit, pussy and asshole.

“On the bed!” he instructed.

Kristy obeyed, biting her lip as each movement caused the chain to rub against her pussy and ass and to tighten the clamps further.

David brought out two sets of leather cuffs and locked them around her wrists and ankles. He attached leather cords to each cuff and proceeded to bind her into a spread-eagled position, face up. He went to the bathroom and retrieved an item from the cabinet above the basin. He came back to the bed and selected a solid rubber butt plug from the range held in the bedside drawers. Pulling on a rubber glove, he opened the jar and smeared some of its contents over the plug, ensuring it coated it’s entire surface. He slid a cushion under Kristy’s buttocks and inserted the plug into her back passage. Moving swiftly on, he dipped out more of the jar’s contents and inserting his fingers inside her pussy, made sure to thoroughly massage it in. He withdrew his fingers, dipped one final amount out and stimulating her clit with one hand, covered it with the substance as the little nub became engorged. He removed his glove, replaced the lid on the jar and walked out of the room.

Kristy lay still trying very hard not to move when she felt a tingling start everywhere that had been exposed to whatever had been in the jar. The tingling soon progressed to a warm sensation and was starting to become uncomfortable. It didn’t stop there, however. The sensations increased until the heat was almost unbearable. Now Kristy was desperately trying to get away from the intense heat, squirming and writhing as much as her restraints would allow. Each time she moved she put more pressure on her nipples and xslot Güncel Giriş caused the chain to rub against her genitals and asshole, which in turn aggravated whatever substance had been smeared onto them. By now she was weeping with frustration. She couldn’t get away from her discomfort and could do nothing to relieve it. Finally she cried out.

“Please, Master, I can’t bear any more! I’m very sorry for my actions and I promise never to do anything without your permission again!”

David left her writhing in discomfort for a further five minutes before walking back into the room.

“I trust my slave has learnt her lesson?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. Yes she has,” Kristy sobbed.

“Very well,” David said and untied her from the bed and eased the nipple clamps open slightly, allowing sensation to flood back. “You will crawl to the shower and wait for me there.”

Frantic to be rid of the substance causing her so much discomfort, Kristy crawled to the shower as fast as she could, ignoring the pressure that was once again being applied to her breasts. She obediently waited for her master to enter.

“Position 2!” David barked.

Kristy immediately bent forward, placed her head on the floor of the shower and spread her ass cheeks as wide as she could. David detached the shower head and withdrew the plug from her ass. He filled the enema bag and inserted the nozzle deeply into her back passage. He released the clamp and let the water flow into her. In the meantime, he rinsed off the plug and when the enema bag had emptied, he withdrew the nozzle and replaced the now clean plug. He then turned on the shower and inserted the hose inside her pussy. Drawing on a rubber glove he inserted his fingers and swirled the water around, making sure to rinse her pussy out completely. Finally he turned the hose onto her clit and thoroughly rinsed that off too. When he was sure the rest of her was clean, he withdrew the plug and released the water it had held back. Kristy sighed with relief as the heat slowly faded away.

“Stay where you are and think on your disobedience” David told her.

“Yes Master,” she replied meekly and remained in place as he left the room. It was perhaps ten minutes later when David appeared in the doorway. By now she had dried off and her knees were aching from the hard tiled floor of the shower.

“Crawl into the living room and assume Position 1, slave” David commanded.

Kristy obediently crawled into the living room and assumed position 1. As her head came up, she found herself looking at a pair of shapely legs. Raising her eyes, she came face to face with Sue Maddox. The woman looked at her with an amused expression on her face.

“I hear you’re improving,” she said, “although not enough by the looks of the state of you this evening!”

Kristy didn’t know what to say. She had thought she would only ever come into contact with the woman at David’s mansion in the Keys. Now here she was, looking completely at ease in Kristy’s own home.

“I’ve been following your progress very closely, slave,” Sue continued. “Did you like the video I left for you?”

Kristy’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. With that one statement, she had effectively informed Kristy that she had been there in her apartment before. David entered.

“Ah Mistress S!” he said. “So good of you to visit. Have I thanked you for all your efforts regarding the apartment?” he continued.

“It was nothing,” Sue replied. “All in a day’s work, and I feel I did a good job, if I may say so!”

“Indeed! I am very pleased with what you’ve achieved. I’m especially happy with the clothing you provided. You’ve showed good taste and catered to my needs exactly!” David congratulated her.

“And is the selection of items in the drawer also to your satisfaction?” Sue asked.

“Yes. You’ve chosen exceptionally well, but I did notice there was one item missing,” David said.

Sue frowned slightly as she tried to think of what it was she had missed, then looked up to see he was presenting a leather paddle to her. Her name, “Mistress S” was spelt out in studs embedded into the leather.

“Your first personal toy as a Mistress,” David informed her, smiling. “Now I’m sure my slave wants to thank you for choosing her new clothing and toys, and is also keen to thank you for taking care of her new diet. I think you will see there is an improvement already!”

“Thank Mistress S!” he commanded Kristy.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Kristy said hesitantly, still trying to come to terms with the fact that it had been Detective Maddox who had made all the changes to her lifestyle.

“That is not a good enough thank you, slave” David informed her. “You will thank your Mistress properly, as a good slave should do!”

Kristy looked confused but understanding dawned as Sue slipped out of her slacks and leant back against the couch, legs spread wide. She was obviously expected to eat her pussy! Kristy was torn between her natural dislike of pleasuring another woman and the thrill that swept through her as she remembered how she had felt bringing her mistress to climax previously. Her hesitation, however, had been noted by both master and mistress and they were not pleased.

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Well, my poor hubby has really struggled this week, as I’ve insisted that he stop his masturbation habit completely, or face the consequences. We had sex on the Saturday, so by last Tuesday he was climbing the walls with frustration, so I offered to give him some hand relief if he will promise not to cum again until Saturday.

He agreed, but I told him he’d have to wait until Wednesday night, but that he could lick me and make me cum straight away. He was very enthusiastic and gave me a lovely orgasm, although I criticized him for being a bit too quick, which was selfish of him. There’s always room for improvement 🙂

Anyway, Wednesday evening, true to my word I gave him a very brief hand job, then made him lick my hand clean of all his cum, and there was plenty! I also insisted that he get on his knees and thank me profusely for relieving him mid week.

When Friday night arrived, I gave him his 15 minute paddling, which is for maintenance, and then had him lick me to orgasm again, after which he had to do without again, which was a real turn on for me. I consoled him by promising to wear the present he’d bought me during the week on Saturday evening. It’s a lovely corset with little violet sparkles all over.

He was so excited, the poor thing, and Saturday he surpassed himself using his tongue for ages, with me wearing only the corset and being totally pampered and selfish. In the end I let him enter me, and ride me hard, which lasted all of thirty seconds.

I enjoyed it all so much I let him have me Sunday morning as well, which was a much more satisfactory performance on his part.

To round it all off nicely, I straddled his face after he’d cum in me, and rode his tongue to a final orgasm.

This is my new reality, and I love it!!!

Well my super hubby has been such a star recently, he’s accepted my dominance over him with very little dissent, and he’s even tried really hard to give up masturbating for me. There was just one little slip, in the middle of Wednesday night, when he thought I was asleep. He had his back to me in bed and was surreptitiously wanking his dick with his hand, so xslot I rolled over and yawned, which stopped him in his tracks, then I pretended to go to sleep, so he resumed, then I put my arm around him, still feigning sleep, and let my hand fall on his hand and penis. This had him stuck, he couldn’t go on wanking, but with my hand touching him, he was hard as a rock!

So, I just occasionally moved my hand, as if twitching in my sleep, which was obviously driving him mad with frustration. Finally, I gripped his penis gently, pushing his hand out of the way, and started to gently stroke him, he was getting closer and closer, and I stroked slower and slower, and more and more gently, which was driving him even more insane with frustration. Just as I thought he might burst into tears I gripped a little harder and started to pick up the pace, and when I knew he was unable to stop I told him to cum, which he did in seconds, filling my hand with his slippery essence. When he’d calmed down a bit, I put my hand to his mouth and he licked it clean.

He said sorry, again, and again, kissing my hand all the while, but I pulled my hands away and gripped his balls, and squeezed pretty hard, making him draw in his breath, trying not to cry out. I told him that I loved him, but that he must always ask permission before masturbating , and he agreed enthusiastically, relieved to be let off so lightly, and excited that maybe I would let him masturbate when he next gets desperate. I let go and kissed his cheek.

I would never give permission for him to masturbate, of course, or in fact, to cum during the week at all, but saying no will be fun.

Anyway, we got to Saturday evening, and hubby was climbing the walls with frustration again, trying to touch me at every opportunity, trying to look up my skirt, rubbing his crotch against me whenever he got near, so I decided to give him a treat, since he had been such a good boy.

I instructed him to cook us both a nice romantic dinner, and I went upstairs to pamper and prepare myself for a fun evening. I took a long luxurious bath, then painted my nails (toes and fingers, xslot Giriş bright red), put on make up, perfume, then finally a fabulous black lace chemise with matching thong, which would leave little to my husband’s imagination. I ordered it Thursday, and it arrived Friday, so what good timing.

Well, when hubby saw it, I thought he would faint, but he managed to get through dinner before begging me to let him make love to me. Who could say no to that!

It was so lovely, I made him use his tongue for hours, giving me so many amazing orgasms, then finally, when my bud was beginning to hurt, I told him that he could rub his penis on my foot, for a maximum of 2 minutes, which made him look so crestfallen, but when I looked at my watch he got to it. I had to laugh, he lasted barely 30 secs and then started to cry, perhaps because when he started to cum I kicked his balls! I think that may have spoiled it a bit.

I lifted my foot for him to lick it clean, and then I went to bed, very satisfied with my progress.

Last Friday I made the momentous decision that the coming weekend would be the one where I take the big step of putting hubby into some sort of chastity device. I knew that I could trust my favorite website (from which I’ve taken my pen name), Pampered Diva Gifts, and sure enough they didn’t let me down. They have currently a choice of three cages, the 3000 which I think might be too small, the Spiked Cage, which seems rather cruel, although it got me wet imagining keeping him in that for a week! Finally I settled on The Curve, which seemed ideal.

Friday night, as I was giving my husband his weekly discipline session, with the love paddle, I asked him whether he had masturbated during the week. Ar first he started to lie, but I could tell straight away and gave him a wild volley of blows, and screamed over and over ‘Don’t Lie!!’. He started blubbering and confessing that he’d had a quick wank one morning when I’d had to leave early.

I thanked him for being honest and informed him that Sunday evening he will face a serious session with the cane, and when I’m too exhausted xslot Güncel Giriş to hit him again, I’m going to give him something to help him with his masturbation addiction. He looked horrified, but decided not to press me. I think he was hoping that I would let him off.

We had a fairly uneventful weekend, with hubby being an angel, massaging me, licking me to orgasms, buying me gifts. it was all so lovely, and completely wasted. I had a firm resolve to cane him until his ass was on fire, and then lock him up for at least a week.

On Sunday evening I instructed my rather nervous husband to go and shower and wait for me naked in the bedroom. I let him wait there for about half an hour, then I entered and handcuffed his hands behind his back, to stop him fighting me, and tied his feet to a bed post to stop him running around. I got out the curve, and placed it on the bed in front of him, then got the cane and stood behind and to the side of him.

I swished it a bit and asked him if he knew why he was being punished, and he replied that he did, and that it was for masturbating without permission. I then started to cane him. Not raining down blows as I had with the paddle, but methodically, and with a steady rhythm, counting to two between each blow, and hitting as hard as I possibly could. His bum was pretty red all over, and now I was adding a pattern of bright red weals, which I thought looked rather artistic and fetching. Hubby, of course, was screaming and pleading and crying the whole time, but I was enjoying myself and wasn’t about to stop any time soon.

I realize in hind sight that I actually got a bit carried away, I was so aroused by the pain I was inflicting, and carried on for much longer than I had intended, but hey ho, I was in charge!

When I calmed down a bit I put down the cane and picked up the cage. It took a bit of fiddling to get the fit right, but he was finally in the thing, and he was still crying. I kissed his lips and told him that the cage was his protection against being caned for masturbating, as he now couldn’t masturbate, even if he wanted to. I was pretty sure than within a few days he was really going to want to.

Anyway, all this caning and locking had got me so worked up that I untied my newly chaste husband and had him use his tongue on me until I couldn’t possibly cum any more. What a wonderful weekend it was, for me anyway!!

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Chapter 4: Training

On Sunday morning I woke to feel your wet tongue in my ear. My erection grew swiftly with the erotic sensations of you licking, nibbling and kissing it. In my half-dreaming state, I remembered the sensation of your fingers deep inside me and groaned. Suddenly your sharp teeth bit hard on my earlobe, shocking me wide awake, and I heard your eager voice close to me. “Wake up, boy! I’m going to have some fun today.”

You removed my blindfold and I could see that you must have been up for a while already. You were dressed quite differently from yesterday. My cock sprang to attention at the sight of you. A tight black corset forced your tremendous boobs upwards so your nipples peeped over the top. A black G-string barely covered your pussy. Suspenders held up sheer black stockings that descended into knee-length high-heeled leather boots. In your hand you held a wicked-looking riding crop. I took one look at it and decided that I had better not give you even the smallest reason to use it on me.

My backside felt much better, still a slight tingling, but nothing worse. I was looking forward to the first day of my training and the sight of you made me more excited than apprehensive. You released my wrists and ankles and helped me to my feet. Although I was physically free from my bonds now, the sight of that crop at your side banished any ideas that I might have had of misbehaving or trying to take back control. “Go shave and use the bathroom if you need to; then your training begins,” you ordered. I obeyed.

When I returned to the bedroom you were waiting for me. “OK, let’s teach you your morning routine,” you said, “Pay careful attention to what you have to do. First of all, I like my slaves to be in good shape to serve me and you are looking a bit out of condition. Get down and give me fifty push-ups!” you commanded. Now, although my body is naturally slim and fairly athletic looking, I had always carefully avoided unnecessary exercise. My legs are well developed because I do a lot of walking and cycling, but my upper body was decidedly not of the bodybuilder variety. I got down and strained and gritted my teeth but struggle as I might, nine push-ups was the best I could manage “I said fifty” you snapped “You did nine. That’s pathetic! You owe me forty-one. That’s going to be forty-one strokes of the paddle for you. You had better shape up, because it’s going to be the same every day until you can do fifty. I’ll give you your punishment later.” I breathed an audible sigh of relief that you were not going to beat me now, especially xslot not with that crop. But when would you do it, I wondered? Inwardly, I resolved to do whatever I could to reduce tomorrow’s punishment.

“You are all sweaty now; I love the smell of your body, but I think you need to cool off. Get in that shower and give yourself a good scrub down; I like a nice clean boy.” You pushed me into the shower and turned on the cold water only, but by now I knew better than to protest or question your actions. I soaped myself and washed as quickly as I could, but made sure to be thorough so that you could find no fault. I stepped out shivering, my cock shrunk to the size of a peanut. You wrapped a large towel round me and patted me dry, then took a bottle of massage oil from the shelf. Skillfully you worked your way down me from head to foot, oiling the whole of my body till every muscle gleamed and shone as if I was a prize horse. The sensation of your hands running over every inch of me, seeming to take possession of me, excited me immeasurably. Before long the ex-peanut was doing its best not to look out of place on a horse either.

Then you secured my hands behind my back again, this time powdering my wrists and using the leather cuffs so that, as you explained to me, I would be able to wear them all day, if you wished. Next you strapped a black leather cock and ball harness onto my now erect member. The forward strap of the harness had a steel ring attached; something I had never seen before. I was puzzling over its purpose, but just then you commanded me to kneel and touch my forehead to the floor. I did so, knowing that in this position my ass was presented to you perfectly. I trembled a little in anticipation of a blow. “Don’t be nervous” you reassured me quietly “I’m just going to lube your ass up ready for your first butt plug.” This was not such comforting news, but the coaxing tone of your voicing and the fingers gently working the lube into my asshole enabled the muscles around it to relax slowly. The plug felt cold and smooth and shiny, chromed steel I guessed, and my sphincter tightened involuntarily at the first icy touch. But your patient voice and the gentle, insistent pressure helped me relax again and the plug slid slowly further in, opening me wider and wider. Just as I thought my ring could stretch no more, the shoulder of the plug was passed and the contraction of my muscles pulled it quickly the rest of the way in. “Good boy” you said proudly “You did that perfectly.” I felt a glow of satisfaction in your approval.

“Now get up.” xslot Giriş I stood and experienced the unfamiliar but not altogether unpleasant heavy sensation of fullness in my rear. But you didn’t give me much time to think about it. Attaching a chain leash to the ring in the cock and ball harness you said “Come on, boy; time for breakfast.” I quickly learned the literal truth of that famous saying ‘If you’ve got ’em by the balls their hearts and minds will follow’. You led me into the kitchen and I made sure to keep up. I looked at the table, but it was empty. “There is your breakfast,” you said, indicating a dog’s bowl on the floor. Look, It’s even got your name on, Monty. I got it for you at the pet store specially. Don’t I take good care of you?”

It was no dog-food, however. The food smelt good; it was something Italian, cut into bite sized chunks, but there was a decidedly modest amount. “That’s all you will get till this evening” you said, reading the disappointment in my eyes. “You will only be fed twice a day, so I advise you not to eat it all at once; during the week you’ll need to make it last till I get home in the evening. I won’t be here to feed you at lunchtimes. I know it’s not very much. But quite honestly you could do with losing a little weight, and if you end up a little bit hungry, so much the better. Perhaps I will find some way that you can earn some extra treats,” you grinned. “There isn’t much water either,” you said, pointing to a half-full water bowl nearby, “but remember that I won’t be here during the day and you won’t be able to use the bathroom with that harness on or the butt-plug in. And I will be very cross if I come home and find a mess. So I think you had better get used to that idea.”

But how was I supposed to eat the stuff? My hands were still chained behind my back. I stared at the bowl, then at you, and I read the answer in your eyes. You wanted me to eat like a dog. “Yes, that’s right boy. Get down there and eat it. I love to see you kneel before me. You are nothing more than an animal, are you?” I got down on my knees again and lowered my face to the bowl. Using lips, tongue and teeth I clumsily scoffed roughly half of the contents of the bowl, spreading food over my nose and around my mouth as I did so. I could feel the sauce running down and dripping from my chin. I had to stretch my tongue as far as I could to lap up the water. I drank only enough to quench my thirst. I looked up and saw you grinning down at me with a gleam in your eye. I felt totally degraded as I crouched impotently at your xslot Güncel Giriş feet, my face greasy and messy, my hands bound behind me, my cock held in a permanent erection by the harness and my ass filled. I could read the pleasure in your face at your dominion over me.

“Get up!” you ordered me, cracking the riding crop uncomfortably close to my rear. I scrambled to my feet and you roughly wiped my face clean. Then you kissed me deeply and passionately. I could feel you trembling with excitement. Your tongue seemed to probe my mouth as deeply as the plug filled my ass. My eyes closed in rapture and when I opened them I could see nothing. “How on earth can you blindfold me so quickly, Mistress?” I blurted out in amazement. “Creative use of Velcro,” you said in an amused tone. “It’s a great invention. I made it myself. Much simpler and more effective than the commercial junk they sell as blindfolds.”

“Come on, boy!” you said and I followed the insistent pull of the leash on my cock, hoping I wouldn’t trip. You led me back to the room we had been in yesterday and commanded “Assume the position!” I thought quickly, trying to figure out what you meant. A crack of the whip near enough behind my head to feel the wind of it made up my mind what you wanted. I raised my hands high behind my back again, just as you had made me stand the day before. I felt you take the chain joining my wrists and attach it to the hook hanging from the ceiling. Then you strapped my ankles to a spreader bar. Again I was forced into tension, my rear protruding, my head bowed before you.

You moved away and I heard noises that, for a moment, I could not identify. “I know you enjoy playing on Internet, don’t you boy?” “Yes, Mistress” I replied. “I like to go on-line at the weekends. Yesterday I told a few friends on ICQ that you would be coming to me and they could watch you on NetMeeting. They were all very interested to see what you could do. Let’s see who’s on-line, shall we?”

Then my puzzled brain recognized the noises; they were the sounds of your PC booting up. I could hear your modem dialing and making the connection now. I broke into a sweat. You could not be serious! I had been on cam many times before, but even though I had played the role of a submissive I had always had control of my end of the line. I could take or refuse the calls I wanted and ultimately, if I didn’t like the way things were going, I could just hang up. Now I had no power at all. You were going to exhibit me hanging here, oiled, chained, blindfolded, and butt-plugged, for the entertainment of who knew what kind of people. What might they want to see? What might you want to do to me?

“Mmmm, you look great in the web- cam,” you called to me with evident satisfaction. “I wonder how long it will take before we get a call…”

To Be Continued…

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She stared at and stroked the bottom over her lap. She could not believe that, for once, he was actually going to let her spank him. Could she do it? She really didn’t even know how, even with as many times as he’d spanked her. But it was nice to have the opportunity.

He glanced back at her with a wicked glint in his eye and said, “You better remember that you’re next, darling.”

She laughed warmly. “You’re in no position to threaten,” and she gave a sharp, playful slap to one cheek, pleased at the barely pink handprint that appeared.

It started as they were watching television, snuggled on the couch. He had ended up lying across her lap, not an uncommon thing, in simply nothing but his boxers. He did like her to stroke his backside, bare or clothed. Only this time she had jokingly raised her hand and gave him a firm smack to see his reaction. He had jerked, more from surprise than the sting. She had laughed and did it again.

“Young lady!” he said in a mock threatening tone, yet not moving. “You better watch yourself. The hairbrush hasn’t been used in an awful long time.”

“Are you saying you’d like me to use it on your bottom?” she teased, rubbing the way she knew he liked it.

“I am saying that if you get any braver, your bottom will be feeling it.”

She rubbed, thought, eased down his boxers as he lifted to allow her to do so, and rubbed some more. Without warning her hand rose and landed another SMACK!

“Don’t you like that?” she asked innocently. He said nothing and she smacked again. “Young man!” she said mockingly. “Answer me when I talk to you!”

He turned his head and gave her an amusing look. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “If you’re curious then yes, you can do it. And yes…” he wiggled his bottom in a way that she normally did for him. “…I have to admit that the sting is a bit pleasant.”

SMACK! “Believe me! I’m making the most of this, mister!” she told him.

And thus it started.

But to give him a real spanking? Where to begin? Of all the times he had stung her ass, she should have been an expert on how it was done. But she had no clue.

‘What’s the matter, sarah?” he teased. “Chicken?”

Chicken? She’d show him ‘chicken’!

She encircled his middle with her left arm, as he always did to her, not that she could hold him in place if he should truly choose to get free, and began smacking those man cheeks so enticingly presented for her hand. It wasn’t so hard, really. One cheek, then the other. Striking different spots until she covered every inch, then revisiting them again and again. She began to settle into a pattern and was amazed at how easily that was done. Three spanks at the top of one cheek, three on the full part of the same cheek, down again until she reached the top of his thigh, then doing the same to the other cheek, except working up. Each time she started the pattern over, she spanked harder, his pink cheeks becoming pinker, dark pink, …he squirmed slightly.

“Where’d you learn to spank like that?” he asked and she was a bit pleased that he seemed somewhat out of breath, trying hard not to give it away.

She continued even harder, “The master taught me.” she replied.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Top…SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Middle…SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Bottom… then the sit spot, alternating cheeks, which were quickly going from pink to red. She was beginning to feel powerful and loved it! So, this was why he liked it so much. This was the type of view he had, using his hand as a paintbrush. His wiggling increased and his hand finally reached back to grasp hers in mid air.

“Okay, xslot baby, you’ve had fun….that’s enough,”

She smacked his hand down. “I’ll – say – when – it’s – enough!” Each word accentuated by a firm smack. How good it felt to repeat what he often told her.

He pushed himself up a bit. “I said that’s enough!” he told her menacingly. She pushed his upper back hard and he collapsed back down on the couch. He lay there, stunned.

“There’s extra for you, young man! Maybe with the hairbrush,” she said, never ceasing the spanking. “Now be still and take your spanking like a good boy!”

He was stunned speechless. It was all in fun, she had had her fun and now it was starting to get just a tad painful. But he had told her she could do this. What’s fair is fair, he thought.

“You are NOT going to sit for a week!” he spluttered as she reigned a flurry of smacks on his wiggling, defenseless bare bum.

“Oh? Well, that makes both of us!” she said with amusement. He did seem uncomfortable, as he was shifting around on her lap quite a bit. She stopped and soothingly rubbed his red cheeks. “This is always my favorite part when you do it,” she told him.

He purred. “Mmm…yes, it does feel nice.”

She rubbed and kneaded, his cock erect between her knees. She reached under him with her left hand and stroked while right hand stroked his flaming ass. He moaned, eyes closed, arms splayed on the couch…much like she did while over his lap. But he wasn’t ‘getting off’ so easily. She was going to take advantage of her “top” position, for who knew if he’d ever let her do this again? She planned to do to him exactly what he always did to her…torturing slowly, erotically, making her wait and eventually beg, all the while, stinging her cheeks in between.

Knowing him so well, she always knew by his body language when he was getting close. The changes in his breathing, the tensing, the facial expressions…although she could only see part of his face. She stopped stroking his hardness, gave a sharp slap to a cheek and told him to stand. It took him a minute to comply, but he did. He seemed more accepting of the situation than before, his stiffness directly in front of her as he stood and she sat. She leaned and gave the tip a sweet kiss with her moist mouth, taking the head in her mouth and suckling lightly. She took him all the way in, briefly, then suckled again on the tip. Not for long, just enough to taste him, to give him a taste.

“I think you should thank me for your spanking,” she suggested after she had pulled back to his disappointed groan.

He shifted slightly. “Thank you for my spanking.” He said, a slightly amused glint in his eye. Almost a smartass!

She shook her head, relishing this control. “A proper thank you, please. I think you know what that is.” Of course he did! He required it of her often.

Slowly did he kneel between her parted legs and grasp the waistband of her panties, sliding them down smooth, tan legs as she lifted, then off completely. He pushed her long t-shirt up just past her naval and she leaned back as he moved in, using lips, tongue, teeth expertly to tease, tantalize until she was absolutely breathless and gasping herself. He worked her body with his mouth, fingers spreading her petals open and finding the source of her wetness, thrusting in and out, helping his mouth do it’s job while his woman moaned and writhed in exquisite sensation. He drew her clit into his mouth, sucking gently as he knew that drove her over the edge and soon her powerful climax racked her whole body, her spasms overtaking her as she cried out in orgasmic xslot Giriş bliss. He lapped relentlessly, sucking as her fingers entwined and grasped his hair, until he was certain that she was finished, then rose his upper body, still on his knees before her. It took her a moment to regain her own senses before she sat up fully, taking his face in her hands and devouring his mouth, tasting herself and savoring it. She could feel his desire and it matched her own. How did he hold off from taking her when he did this to her? She focused herself. This wasn’t over. She had some other things to share with him.

“Now,” she said, after leaving him wanting. “I want you to bring me the hairbrush.”

“What?” he asked in disbelief. Oh yes, she planned to show him just how that damn thing felt, especially after having already been spanked by hand. He’d done that to her several times. Not often, usually during one of the more intense spankings but she felt (wickedly) that receiving would help him better understand what she went through, although this was generally playful. He’d never been spanked before-at least not as an adult.

“The hairbrush,” she pointed to the bedroom. His eyes told her that she was really digging a hole for herself, but he got up and walked into the bedroom as she delightfully watched his fading-colored bottom disappear. He approached with the large, oval wooden brush and handed it to her with great reluctance. She smiled and patted her lap and over he went. She rubbed the brush on his now pink bottom, allowing him the feel of his soon-to-be stinger. His hardness was up against her own wetness, a wonderful sensation, even more so as she imagined once he started to squirm from the fire she knew the brush would ignite in his ass.

She raised the brush and brought it down, not very hard but firmly nevertheless.

‘Ouch!” he turned his head and glared. “Not so damn hard!”

He would have had soap in her mouth so fast if those words had passed her lips during a spanking. And it wasn’t all that hard anyway, although she supposed it felt that way to him, being how he’d already been spanked by hand. She said nothing, however, just brought the brush down again with equal force on the opposite cheek. He jerked, twisted again to glare at her.

“Be still!” she ordered, then began pelting his bare bottom with the brush. He certainly did squirm an awful lot, making noises deep down in his throat, an occasional “Ow! Dammit!” escaping, followed by her name in warning tone. He just wasn’t learning. She spanked a bit harder. Soon, his wigglings more prominent, a wonderful feeling against her own arousal, his breath harsher and all he could manage was a few “ouches” every now and then. It didn’t take long before he was pleading for her to stop. She thought he was lucky that he didn’t have to do corner time, although he may have welcomed the respite.

“Stop?” she asked, continuing her tirade.

“It hurts, baby…very much…”

Yes, she knew that all too well. Being merciful (yes, merciful), she gave him a few more good swats and began once more to rub his punished butt.

“That really hurt,” he said, sounding almost tearful. Almost, but not quite.

“Yes,” was all she said, but kept rubbing. She knew exactly how it felt. He was silent, basking in the sting mingled with the sensation from her soothing hand.

“How many did you give me?” he asked curiously. “Because, you know, I always go pretty easy on you.”

“Mmmm….hmmmm….” cynically, she had to laugh. What a line! She’d see how easy he went once she let him up, she thought to herself. Lovingly she xslot Güncel Giriş continued to rub his bottom, not forgetting his arousal pressed between her own thighs. She reached between once more with a free hand and caressed as he purred. Lightly fondling, then firmly, then lightly again, her right hand rubbing more steadily. She gave a very soft, gentle slap to his bottom while stroking his cock. He moaned. She did it again, starting to feel guilty now about the hairbrush. His cock grew harder and harder from the attentions of her left hand, an occasional moan escaping his own throat. This was nice, very nice, he thought to himself. He may allow her to do this more often. His arousal only growing, the gentle slaps on his already sore bottom intensifying that feeling. She leaned and kissed a warm cheek. It felt so good against her soft lips. She stopped her stroking as he groaned his disapproval.

“Baby, on the couch, sitting back,” she ordered, giving his red rear a nice slap.

“No, no honey…finish, please,” he pleaded, sounding much like she when on the receiving end.

“Oh trust me, I will,” she wanted him, yet he wasn’t like her. She could cum all night, over and over and over, if he felt up to giving her that but once he came…well, given the difference between men and women in that area, that would be the end of any possible intercourse afterward. She wanted to feel him inside her, thrusting, pulsating. But she still planned to be on ‘top’ of the situation.

He got up, sat down on the couch, wincing from the pressure that sitting applied to his burn. His hardness very evident as she straddled him, taking his cock and rubbing it against her own clit, up and down, getting the tip wet, teasing him, herself. It wasn’t long before she was cumming again, her head thrown back, rasping breath, moaning as he kissed, sucked and lightly nipped taut nipples, hands under and massaging each breast. She mounted him completely until he sank deep within her silky depths. Slowly, oh so slowly, did she rise and fall while kissing him deeply, his large hands gripping each of her cheeks tightly in heightened anticipation of what he was so ready for, what he desired so badly, yet had to wait until she decided to pace herself so he could reach it. Teasingly, her tongue on his lips, tracing, looking naughtily into his eyes, knowing….knowing that the control was hers at this particular moment. He thrust his hips and she shook her head at him.

“No, no, no….I will do this. You will cum when I allow you to.”

His moan giving away what she knew all to well he was feeling, being under control of another, forcing your body to hold back despite every nerve screaming to release until the word, that one word so desperately waiting to hear. Slowly, excruciatingly slow did she continue her thrusting, in and out of her sopping wetness did he slide through no effort of his own…trying so hard, so hard until she began to rise and fall a bit more quickly, her lips on his neck, drawing out his eagerness, his torture until he became almost desperate in his bodily pleadings, moving up to his ear, “Cum for me.” she whispered and he released in a torrent inside her, heaving breaths, fingers digging into her hips while forcing them to rock back and forth upon his throbbing cock, the movement restimulating her now-hypersensitive clit, causing her to spasm once more, this time around his cock, her abundant juices flowing over him. She leaned, kissed his agape mouth. It took him a minute, but he finally did kiss her back, hands moving up to grasp a fistful of hair while doing so, reasserting in the process who was now in control. When both of their breathing was back to normal, she looked him in the eyes and smiled demurely, “Well sir…how was that?”

He smiled back warmly, stroking her back. “I think,” he told her. “that I may become a switch.”

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It’s a lazy spring afternoon, and I’m lying on the old chaise lounge in the sunroom, having the most delicious daydream about spending the afternoon alone with him at my place. I’ve just met his plane at the airport after several months of living apart. Our first embrace, after such a long separation, has turned heads. I hear a child whispering to his mother, but can’t understand what’s being said because I am so completely immersed within his kiss. His soft lips upon mine render me incapable of thought as sweet strains of B.B. King gently fill the air from invisible speakers…

‘If you want my loving, if you really do
Don’t be afraid, baby, just ask me
You know I’m gonna give it to you…’

The short drive to my home is torturous. The sexual tension between us runs so deep that we’re barely able to complete the five mile stretch without stopping to share another kiss, another touch.

We found each other late in life, at a website where writers weave wonderfully provocative tales of their sexual escapades and fantasies. We were attracted to each other from the moment that we met on the bulletin boards – two people in their mid-40s, both having experienced many ups and downs in life. Marriage, divorce, children…yet, we were seemingly thrown together for a reason. Two souls danced upon the virtual beach that night, connecting in a magical way that would ultimately bring them together as one. We held each other close under the clear moonlit sky, and gently swayed to the honey-tinged voice of Sade…

‘When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
I swear the whole world could feel my heartbeat
When I lay eyes on you Ay ay ay…
You wrapped me up in The color of love’

As we enter the house, he quickly grabs me and overpowers me with deep, intoxicating kisses that make my head spin – and starts that familiar tingling so deep between my legs. Suddenly, I feel him covering my eyes with some sort of cloth. Nervously excited, I feel myself smiling as he ties it behind my head. As the blindfold robs me of my vision, it adds to my awareness of sensation. I feel myself shiver as he slowly runs his fingertips up and down my suntanned arms. otele gelen escort

Taking my hand, he leads me to the kitchen table and proceeds to bend me over it, my arms and legs spread wide apart. As he lifts my dress, I can feel the summer breeze as it dances across my bare bottom. I smell the scent of the fresh blossoms on the jasmine vine outside of the kitchen window, so sweet, almost heavenly. With a whisper light touch, he runs his hand over my ass… almost, but not quite ever touching that place where I need to be touched so badly.

“Don’t move an inch!” he says in a firm voice.

I hear him turn and open the refrigerator, and notice the familiar sound of the top being popped off a can of Coke. He’s closed the refrigerator tight, and opens a cabinet door to retrieve a glass. Opening the refrigerator once again, I can hear him filling his tumbler with ice. He pulls a chair up directly behind me, and I can tell that he’s just sitting there, staring at me in all of my naked glory. I’m getting antsy, needing to feel his touch so badly. With great anticipation I await his next move, and feel the sticky wetness begin to ooze from my cleanly shaven lips.

I hear him pulling the chair so close now that I swear I can feel his warm breath upon my skin. Softly, so very slowly, he runs one fingertip over the glistening wetness that now covers my soft lips. Then, it’s gone. Damn! I picture him smiling now, and sense that he’s really starting to enjoy this torment. A few minutes pass, and I hear the rattle of ice in his glass. Suddenly, I feel him moving a piece of ice around my bottom in lazy circles. Lingering at the small of my back, I feel a cold trickle of water roll down my crack, and it mingles with the wetness that has begun dripping from deep within me. It’s an incredible sensation, the ice cold water being warmed as it runs over my lips. Upon reaching my clit, it has just a faint bit of coolness left. I’m savoring every incredible moment in my mind. Maybe I’m enjoying it too much, for he suddenly withdraws his hand.

Five minutes must have passed while he sat silently, staring at my ass, his gaze so intense mecidiyeköy escort that I could feel him looking straight into my soul. Now he’s started lightly grazing my bottom with his warm fingertips, drawing imaginary designs in my mind. As he gently traces the trail of the water that ran down between my cheeks, I try to open myself up to his fingertip so I can feel it inside of me. Whack! One of my cheeks is suddenly reddened by his hand. I find myself having to catch my breath from the surprise, but it makes me want to feel his touch even more.

“Be completely still,” he says sternly.

‘Oh no,’ I think to myself, ‘I just blew it!’

How right I was. Ten minutes pass as I wait quietly, hoping to feel his hand on me once again. I’m so wet now that my juices have begun to run down my thighs. He sits in silence, smiling as he watches it roll… one inch, two inches… halfway down to my knee.

A familiar rattle comes from his glass of Coke, and I hear him set the glass down on the table next to me. With one hand he gently spreads my lips, and with the other runs an ice cube from my clit backwards. Now he’s drawing circles on the inside of my lips with the piece of melting ice, making them unbearably cold as the water runs down my legs. He suddenly stops, and swiftly thrusts two fingers deep within me while stroking my tight anal opening with the thumb on his other hand. Rigorously moving his fingers about, he touches every part of me and can feel how feverishly hot I am inside. God, he’s driving me so incredibly close to the edge of orgasm. I’m so worked up that I push back against his fingers, yearning for him to take me with them. Smack!

‘Damn,’ I think to myself, ‘I did it again!’

He withdraws his fingers and leaves me aching to be filled. His hand lands on my fully exposed cheeks with a resounding smack, and this exquisite torture continues again and again. I feel the heat spreading, and my ass is completely on fire now — so beautifully reddened by his loving hand.

I hear him rise from his chair, and he begins to caress my smouldering ass while admiring his handiwork. I feel him remove one hand, and hear cold türkmen escort metal clanking as he unbuckles his belt. Then, the sound of his zipper being undone becomes music to my ears.

“Please, Sir, please fuck me now!”

I hear myself sigh as he starts to torture me with ice once again, sliding it over my clit and between my feverish lips. I wonder if he’s enjoying this, feeling me become so rabid with desire. He must have sensed my need, for suddenly the ice is gone and I feel the hot, rock hard head of his cock sliding back and forth between my lips. Feeling the heat of his cock against my cold skin makes me shiver with anticipation. He pauses at my slick opening, and pushes just the head of his cock into me… then stops. I squirm under his weight, wanting to feel him push all of the way inside. Smack! That one stung so badly that it brought tears to my eyes. He withdraws his cock, and once again starts chilling my lips with the ice. He pauses to slide the cube over my clit again, and I almost scream out in agony.

“What’s the matter Darlin?” he says wickedly. “Tell me what you want.”

As if in a dream, I hear myself saying “Oh God, would you fuck me, please?”

He does nothing, and returns to his ice play. Suddenly, I’m completely overcome by the feeling of frigid ice against my delicate skin and moan loudly.

“What is it, Angel? Tell me what you really need. I want to hear that sweet voice of yours telling me exactly what you need!”

He begins probing my lips with the head of his cock again, and I want to feel that heat inside of me so badly. Teasing me, torturing me, I dream of him taking me hard and fast.

“Please! I need to be fucked so badly!”

He withdraws again, and coldly shouts “Tell me, Angel! Tell me what you really want!”

He slips a freezing cold sliver of ice inside of me, and I can’t contain my emotions any longer.

“Fuck me! Oh God, please fuck me!”

He forcefully thrusts the entire length of his hot cock deep inside of me, his balls slapping my swollen clit repeatedly as he urges me on.

“Cum for me, Baby! Cum for me now!”

Clenching his cock deep within me, I scream wildly as I begin to cum for him.

“Oh, God! Take me, make me yours!”

I’m literally shaken as I contract violently on his cock. Fucking me zealously through my orgasm, I suddenly feel his burning hot seed explode deep within me… searing me with his desire as he possesses me completely.

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I don’t know how long Maria and I dozed on the lounge chair. I would guess about an hour. I noticed that Miranda and Scott were now swimming in the pool and thought that they must have inadvertently wakened us. I toyed with her hair, and gently caressed her face, tracing my fingers along her features. She smiled up at me, then seemed to notice that her thigh was covered in precum that had seeped from my caged manhood as we slept.

She reached down and wiped some of my fluids up with the flat of her hand, then moved that hand to her mouth and sensuously licked and sucked her fingers, always maintaining eye contact with me. My cock twitched and tried to harden, which of course it could not. I groaned. She giggled.

“Would you like me to release you so you can fuck me, lover?”

“Oh, hell yeah…”

She toyed with the key that Monica had given her, which now hung from the necklace she wore. She leaned in close to me and kissed me passionately, then patted my straining cock, “Too bad. You heard what Monica said, baby. I don’t think you will be spurting tonight…but we’ll see later…maybe.” The mischievous glint in her eyes aroused me even more.

She laughed and sat up next to me, “Would you like a drink, honey? I’m thirsty.”

I almost offered to get the drinks myself, as it would require her to go inside, where I knew monster cocks waited to molest her. Then I thought better of it. It was going to happen, and I needed to trust her. “Sure, I’d love one. I think I deserve a beer or a scotch at this point.”

She laughed again and stood, then made her way into the house. I watched her breasts swaying and her incredible ass swinging as she left me. Damn. Even in my current predicament, I am one lucky bastard. I lay back on the lounge chair and admired the array of stars above me. A soft breeze cooled my precum-covered manhood through the vent holes of my chastity cage. MY chastity cage. Crap. That thought took some getting used to. In my mind this still wasn’t a long-term situation. Was it?

I sensed someone walking up on me from the direction of the patio doors. I thought Maria was coming back with our drinks. But when I looked over I discovered that instead it was Marcia, the mousy little blonde, and girlfriend of Scott who had so adequately serviced my Maria earlier.

She walked up and regarded my imprisoned cock. Reaching down she grasped it in her hand, moving it back and forth, up and down to examine it. I must have turned six shades of red. What the hell?

She released it and stood looking down at me, smiling, “Poor little thing…so neglected.” She laughed. Not a conspiratorial, mischievous laugh like Maria’s, but one laced with mirth and pleasure at my torment. She had been mean to me all night! What had I ever done to her to deserve her ire?

“I hear you’re the clean-up boy, and that you really like it.” Smiling again. A smile that sent a chill down my spine. What was she talking about? Was house cleaning to be added to my humiliation? Then it hit me. A vision of me devouring Maria’s sex, covered and filled with Scott’s cum, came to my mind. My eyes moved down to Marcia’s midsection. Sure enough I could tell that it was sloppy with what appeared to be copious amounts of while fluid, small trails of which ran in rivulets down her thighs.

I looked back into her gleeful eyes and stammered; “No…that was different. levent escort That was Maria…I had to show her I loved her…I’m not like tha…mmmmpppphhhhhh”

It was too late. While I had been stuttering out my explanation Marcia had been swinging one of her legs over the lounge chair and lowering her sex to my stuttering mouth, then covering it. I tasted the pungent odor of sex and of her fluids mixed with who knows whose. I tried to struggle, but she held my held in place, her fingers interlaced in my hair, her strong leg muscles locked onto my head. I felt her sex against my lips, and the wetness of the cum trails on her thighs against my face and ears.

“Shut up and eat up, bitch.” Words like this seemed completely out of place coming from Marcia’s tiny little body. She pulled my face more tightly into her sopping sex. I finally stopped resisting and opened my mouth. I was just beginning to think to myself that her swollen, velvety labia actually felt pretty damned good against my face when the first glob of cum slid down into my mouth. She reached up with one of her hands and pressed it against her lower abdomen. My eyes went wide as my mouth suddenly filled up with hot cum. I swallowed as quickly as I could, trying to keep up. Finally the flow seemed to ebb.

“That’s a good little boy. Now clean me up.” She guided my lips to each of her thighs as if I was a human vacuum, sucking up the wetness there. Then she guided me back to her waiting sex. What would Maria think if she came out and found this woman sitting on my face? Would she yank her off of me in a fit of jealousy? Would she be angry with me?

A smack from Marcia brought me back to the task at hand. I began running my tongue up and down the slit of her vagina. I realized that she had a really soft, tiny little box, very firm. She was shaved completely smooth and it felt wonderful against my mouth. And as I got most of the man cream cleaned from her I realized that she really tasted good. I forgot all of my other concerns and began to immerse myself in my tasty task. I hardened my tongue and drove it as far into her tunnel as I could, trying to find her g-spot. I was rewarded with a satisfied moan.

Encouraged, I flattened my tongue and bathed her lips from top to bottom several times, finding her little clit and massaging it firmly. This drew a craven whine from her…I knew I had her now. I sharpened my tongue to a point and began darting it back and forth, up and down over her little nub, lashing at it.

I looked up as I continued my ministrations. Up past her tiny little breasts her now erect nipples I saw that the mirth in her expression had been replaced with a surprised joy. Her mouth was open in a sensuous “O”.

Her now soft little voice was music to my ears, “Oh holy shit…yeah…just like that…don’t fuckin’ stop. How do you know where…yeah, right there….ooooohhhhhh…mmmmmmmyeah..”

Her fingers were no longer grasping my hair to keep me in place (it was no longer necessary anyway) but clutching desperately at me for support and to release building sexual strain. Her breathing had become quite labored, and she was bucking her hips, riding my face. I continued to work her, toying with her clit, alternately darting back and forth across it, then rubbing it with my flattened tongue. At the same time I was caressing her tender lips with mine. I had a lot of practice at this, as Maria can testify. I love going down on my wife, and was discovering that I love going down on women in general! So satisfying.

I felt it building up within her. Her legs started to quiver around my head, I felt her body begin to shudder. She stopped bucking and became still above me. She let out a long, slow whine, and then, “Oh fuck….oh fuck….oh f-u-u…Yeeeeeeesssssss…I’m cumming…..” She held my face tight against mecidiyeköy escort her box. She thought she had hit her peak, but I had a surprise for her. As her orgasm coursed through her, I sucked her clit and most of the flesh around it into my mouth, expelled it partially, then sucked it back in. I continued this as if I was fellating a tiny little cock with unbridled passion.

I had my reward. Marcia threw her head back and literally screamed in shock and ecstasy as the intensity of her orgasm rose, wave after wave of increasing fire rose within her. All of Miranda’s neighbors had to have heard her! She could not speak; she just panted, desperately trying to catch her breath. I kept up my attentions to her as orgasm after orgasm cascaded over her, one after another in a continuous stream. Finally she let go of my hair and pushed me away. She didn’t stand…I don’t think she could. I know I was smiling ear to ear in satisfaction, even though my own sex was straining and bouncing in unrequited desire against it’s cage.

Marcia sat heavily down onto my chest, still breathing heavily and trying to recover. It felt so good! It occurred to me that Maria should have been back long ago. Her reaction if she found Marcia on top of me occurred to me once again. I turned my head to look towards the French doors leading into the house. I spotted my love and Monica sitting at a patio table, watching Marcia and me. I realized that I needn’t have worried when I saw Maria’s proud smile.

Maria and Monica both stood and walked over to the lounge chair. Marcia, her palms resting on my thighs for support, her chest still heaving, looked up at Maria, “Is he always this good?”

Maria smiled with satisfaction, “Yep, he sure is.”

“How? I mean, how did you teach him?”

Maria laughed, “That’s what’s great about it. I didn’t have to teach him…he loves it. I’ve had him down there for hours before. I’ll cum and think that I’m completely used up. He’ll stay there and slowly, gently caress me with his mouth and his tongue and before I know it I need him again.”

“You bitch.” Marcia smiled as she stood, still straddling me, “I didn’t think any guy actually liked it”

I leaned up on my elbows, bending my face into her sex. Barely even touching her, I tenderly caressed her vulva, tracing an outline of her velvety lips. Then I ever so light delved my tongue between them, barely grazing her clit so as not to over stimulate it. She let out a long, soft moan of pleasure. I looked up into her surprised features, “I do. I really, really like it.”

She looked down and our eyes met. She grinned, “I misjudged you, Mr. Sean. I thought you were a little prick. Now I know that you just have a little prick, but you aren’t one.” This time she had a sweet, teasing smile on her face, not a hint of evil in it. I smiled back at her, laughing at her joke at my expense even as my poor tortured “little prick” pulsed helplessly against the inner walls of its prison.

She moved off of me, and Maria handed me a bottle of beer that she had been holding. I swung my legs over and sat, taking a swig of my drink. We all sat and made small talk for a few minutes, some of it sexual, some of it not.

After awhile I sat the empty bottle down, which was apparently what Monica had been waiting politely for. She stood and walked over to me, but looked at Maria, “May I? I seem to have developed a bit of a mess myself while you two were napping.”

Maria smiled, “Of course. It’s my pleasure.”

Nobody had asked me, which I now found somewhat arousing, especially since it was Monica, who we’d discovered was an experienced domme. A very kind one so far, but definitely a domme nonetheless. I smiled up at her and lay back onto the lounge chair again.

She straddled me and I marveled at a sight new to me. The contrast of the milky, kağıthane escort foamy cum upon her ebony nether lips was striking. I didn’t get to think about it for long however. Those puffy, pink-laced lips descended to my mouth. Again the cum within her was first expelled into me and swallowed. Then I began to make love to her nether regions with a passion, wanting to make them proud of me once again.

I was overjoyed as I felt the familiar touch of Maria’s fingers tracing paths along my calves, then my thighs. I felt her weight on the bottom portion of the lounge chair. Then to my shock and my joy, I felt her hot, satiny mouth enveloping my testicles; the only part of my manhood now exposed. She sucked them gently into her mouth and played with them while I tried to maintain my concentration on the task at hand.

This became even more difficult when she discovered (much to my surprise and joy) that she could delve her tongue into the vent holes and the slit at the end of the CB-3000 and thereby make contact with my craven cock. She continued to make tender love to my cock the entire time I was servicing Monica. She only stopped after Monica had moaned her way through several intense orgasms of her own.

It was strange. Even though I was driven to near madness by the fact that I couldn’t have an orgasm of my own, Maria’s attentions had put me at peace. When Monica lifted herself up from my body, Maria and I kissed tenderly. Damn I love her!

We both stood; the trio of us basking in what we had shared for a moment. Monica smiled at me, and I felt the need to hug her. I did so, then took her hand in mine, “I want to thank you Monica, for what you’ve done for us tonight. I don’t think I would have ever gotten through this experience without your help.” Maria nodded her agreement.

Monica’s motherly smile reassured me, she patted the back of my hand with her other hand and spoke, “You’re most welcome, honey. You aren’t through all of it yet, though, so don’t relax too much…your wife hasn’t been had by my James yet, and you still have some more tests as her boy.”

I know my face flushed as I thought about James plowing his python-like cock into Maria’s tiny little pussy. Would he hurt her? Would she ever even feel me again after that when we made love? Boy? What does she mean “her boy?”

“Oh, and Sean dear?”

“Yes, Monica?”

“I really like you, Sean, and I am truly happy to help you, but I have my position to think about.” She placed her hand softly against my cheek, “I’m afraid I can’t have you referring to me in the familiar, honey. From this point on I’ll expect you to address me as ma’am, or as Mistress Monica. O.K.?”

“Sure…I mean yes, ma’am.” I could understand that. I still wasn’t quite certain what her relationship with James was (he doesn’t refer to her as ma’am or Mistress), but I knew she was a domme.

“You know, Sean, if you were in a full-fledged domination scene, you’d obviously be a sub, right?” I nodded, although I was not entirely certain of that yet. “Then why don’t you practice tonight? I think for the remainder of the evening you should refer to Maria as Miss Maria or ma’am.”

Maria grinned, “Oh, I like that.”

Monica continued, “In fact, you will refer to all of the women here as Miss blank or ma’am, and all of the men as sir. Can you do that?” This time it wasn’t really a question.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” She patted the hand that I had used to hold hers, “And for the remainder of the night, you will ask permission before you touch anyone dear, including your wife. Let’s go inside. I could use another drink, couldn’t you?”

Thinking about the discussion we’d just had and what it might mean, I replied, “You bet your sweet a…I mean, yes, ma’am.”

We all shared a laugh as we walked inside. I was between both of the women and noticed that they were looking past me to each other as if they were thinking the same thing, grinning. Suddenly they each swatted my ass, hard, at the same time, laughing. Maria looked at me, laughing, “You may not realize it yet babe, but I think you just bet your sweet ass!”

To be continued…

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Husband’s Humped after Honeymoon

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It had been a really busy Friday at work, and I had spent all week clearing out the backlog that had piled up during the three weeks that I had taken off for my marriage and honeymoon thereafter. I was quite exhausted and looking forward to the weekend.

As I reached home, which is in a large apartment complex, I wearily trudged from the parking towards the lift. As I loosened my tie, undid my collar button and unbuttoned my cuffs, my mind began to relax. I soon picked up my pace, anxious to meet my dear wife.

Since the wild honeymoon, the first week at work had been quite tame. We’d had sex only once, and that too a plain old-fashioned classical fuck. Guess the daily routine had taken its toll on both of us, but I was hoping the weekend would bring something special.

As I rang the doorbell, I was fully expecting my wife to rush out and hug me, as had been the case during the rest of the week. My wife’s voice rang out loud and clear, “Come!”

Surprised, I tentatively tried the door, and, finding it open, I entered. I assumed that my wife was pre-occupied with some chore, and hence could not come to the door; I couldn’t have been more wrong!!

The living room lights had been turned off, and there was only the soft light of a corner lamp. I was pleasantly surprised, and thought that I was in for a romantic evening. But all such fallacies quickly evaporated when I saw my wife.

She was sitting ram-rod straight on the couch, dressed in a snug fitting leopard print full length night robe, tied tightly round her waist. She was wearing black high heels, and had one her legs crossed in such a manner that the slit in the robe was showing off her shapely legs all the way till mid-thigh. Her hair was set in loose waves that surrounded her stern looking face, eyes lined with mascara, and she was wearing a really dark shade of lipstick. The robe had a really deep plunging neckline, and a good one-third of her juicy boobs were glowing in the soft light.

“I’ve been too lenient with you, bitch!” She said, wagging a finger at me.

“Yes ma’am,” I quickly responded, recalling the previous incident during our honeymoon. It was pointless to resist, and I had no intention of giving her any excuse to be even stricter than whatever she had already planned. “Do you remember what I said to you during the honeymoon?” she demanded, rising to her full height. With those heels, and that hairstyle, she was a good inch or so taller than me, and the lighting clearly added to that effect.

“Yes ma’am,” I murmured, as I quickly looked down, hanging my head.

“And what is that, my bitch??” she enquired, grabbing my chin tight with a manicured hand, and lifting my head so that she could look me in the eye.

“Ma’am, panties….,” bebek escort was all I could manage, as she grabbed my semi-erect dick with a sudden fluid motion with her other hand amidst a rustling of the silk robe.

“Mmmm…..getting hard, eh?” she laughed, “Well, we’ll see how long that lasts!”

“I’ll do whatever you say, Ma’am,” I pleaded, “please be lenient with me, I’ll behave, I promise!!”

At that, she gave my dick one tight squeeze, and then pushed me back roughly with her other hand. She picked up a bundle from a nearby side-table, and threw it at me. As I caught it, she said “Put these on, you naughty boy! I want you out here in 10 minutes flat!!”

I scampered to the bedroom and quickly opened the packed, for I knew that not meeting her deadline would be akin to waving a red flag in front of a raging bull. Inside the packet were a blue denim mini-skirt, a white and grey full-sleeved pullover, and the sexiest black lace lingerie set that I’d ever seen. The panties were designed so that was an extra fold of lace that hung around the body like a really short skirt. The bra was padded, and also had some lace fringes.

As I hurriedly undressed, I heard her call out, “Hurry up, naughty!! I’m waiting!!!”

I quickly got naked and first put on the panties. It was a weird feeling at first, feeling the lace against my skin, and especially against my balls and dick. I was completely hard by then, and my dick was at its usual best, leaking pre-cum all over. No matter what I tried, it was difficult to fit my fully erect pole into the panties, and it kept peeping out over the waistband of the panties. Finally, I solved the matter by placing it slightly diagonally. By that time, the rear of the panties had ridden up my ass, and was clinging to my butt-crack tightly.

Getting into the bra was another challenge altogether. Conceptually, I knew how to wear one, but since this was my first time, I made a real mess of it. After much struggling and trying, I finally managed to get it on.

“You’re late!! Come out quickly, naughty!!” She summoned, as I scrambled into the pull-over, and then the mini-skirt. It was an utterly new sensation, having my legs loose. I suppose the closest that I had ever come to this was while stepping out of the shower wearing a towel. As I rushed out the room, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I felt a tingle run up my spine.

“And walk sexy when you come out!!” She ordered, and instead of running out, as was my original intention, I slipped into a catwalk. She was sitting as before, back straight, and a commanding look on her face.

“Not bad,” she said, “I must say you look quite pretty!”

I blushed, and said “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Now for the finishing touches,” she said, whipping out a lipstick from within her robe’s pocket. She quickly painted my lips, and then stepped back to admire her handiwork. She went back, and perched herself back on the couch and ordered, “Now dance for me, you naughty bitch!”

Unsure of where to begin, mecidiyeköy escort I started by moving my hips in what I hoped was a suggestive manner, while moving my hands all over myself, as I had seen in the movies.

“Mmmm….something’s missing,” she pondered, “I know. Your boobs are not good enough. Wait a sec, let me fix that!!” She glided into the bedroom, her heels making a sharp clicking sound against the marble floor as the robe flowed in her wake.

She returned with a pair of ‘Squeezees’, a soft inflated polyurethane ball the size of a large apple, with soft spikes on the surface. She lifted my pullover and put one into the cup of each bra, and then patted down my ‘boobs’ after putting the pullover back into place.

“Oooooo…..,” she murmured, as she squeezed my new boobs, “so this is what it feels like to enjoy a pair of soft and sexy boobs!”

“Yes Ma’am,” I blushed, as I got used to the feeling of having a bust instead of a chest.

“You know, you look so pretty, I would have married you even if you had first met me dressed like this,” she giggled, and proceeded to plant a kiss on my left cheek. Then she reached under my skirt and grabbed my ass, and began tracing the line of the panties along my butt cheek.

“But enough of this! You took too much time to get dressed, and I’ve also been too lenient with you!! Now it’s time for your punishment!!!”

“But I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to…., ” I meekly countered.

“How dare you question me?? Have you forgotten your place, haaan?” she retorted.

“No Ma’am,” I ventured, trying to back out of the conversation, but to no avail. She responded by giving me a hard whack on my butt. Luckily, the denim skirt offered some protection, something that she must also have realized.

“Wait! I’ll teach you what it means to disobey me!!”

She stepped into the kitchen for a minute, as I waited, trembling with fear, as to what was coming. She returned, armed with a wooden spatula. I realized what she intended, and quickly turned around, bent and offered my ass to her. She brusquely ordered me to lift up the skirt, so that it wouldn’t come in the way.

Whack! Whack! Whack!! Blow after blow rained down on my poor panty covered ass. ”That’ll teach you to behave!!” she gasped, as she continued to work on my ass.

After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped, and plonked herself down on the couch. She ordered me to remove the skirt and the pullover, and soon as I was standing dressed only in my lingerie. After a couple of 360 degree spins so that she could view me from every angle, she ordered me to stand right in front of her.

She kicked off her high heels, and then lifted one leg to my lace-covered crotch. As she placed her foot directly over my dick, she ordered me to come closer to her, so that she could exert sufficient pressure.

“Now put your hands on your head,” she commanded, “and spread your legs wide like a slut”

I complied, and then she started moving her foot up and down against my dick. I had never florya escort experience such a total loss of control, as she started moving her foot in circular motions against my dick, which was now leaking pre-cum freely.

“You like that, don’t you, naughty?” she asked, as she switched from one leg to another, and increased the pace of her foot motions. Then she ordered me to turn around, and after a couple of quick spanks and pinches, she put her leg in between mine, and started rubbing her foot against my dick and balls from under. By that time, I had completely taken leave of my senses, and all I could do was make low moaning sounds.

From my heavy breathing, she figured out that I was close to cumming, and just as I was praying for a release, she stopped. She laughed, “Oh no, my pretty, I am not going to let you cum. Remember, you’re there for my pleasure and not the other way around!!”

“Yes Ma’am,” was all I could manage, as I collapsed in a heap on the floor. She undid her robe, and threw it aside. As I looked up, I saw that she was dressed in nothing but a pair of really short black denim shorts, and a tight leopard print bra, that showed off more of her magnificent bust than it hid.

“Staring at me, eh?” she laughed, “Now turn around and bend over! It’s time to fuck you once again!!” As I removed my panties, which by then were wet with pre-cum, and sweat from my reddened ass, she brought out her 8-inch strap-on from beneath the couch, and expertly put it on. She adjusted the straps with one hand, and worked some Vaseline into my ass with her other hand.

“How do you want it? Rough or gentle?” she inquired, and before I could respond, she had thrust into me in one smooth motion. I moaned, and she laughed, “I’ll take that as rough!!”

She maneuvered me so that I could grasp the back of one of the chairs in the living room, and give her good access to my ass. She switched on the vibrator within the strap-on, and soon my ass was pounded like never before

“Ohhhh…..fuck me…..fuck me..,” was all I could manage, as she increased the depth of her thrusts. Then she grabbed my shoulders, making me stand straight, and then reached around me to squeeze my ‘boobs’, while continuing to fuck my ass.

I could feel my knees going weak, but my dick was standing to attention as if it were as fresh as ever.

“Okay, I shall let you also have some fun!” she declared, “Use your hands to cum while I fuck your ass!!”

As I began wanking my hardness, she redoubled her efforts, and soon, all that could be heard in the house was two rasping breaths.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh……fuck meeeeeee….” I whined, as she worked her ‘dick’ in and out of me. “Okay, now then, on the count of three!” she commanded

“One!!” she gasped, and gave me a medium depth thrust, as my hands worked my dick,

“Two!!” she moaned, as I could feel the pressure building up in my dick,

“Threeeee!!!” she screamed, and thrust with all her might as I came at the same time, spraying my cum all over. We both collapsed on the couch thereafter, exhausted, and it was five minutes before she gathered enough breath to speak.

“I’m going to get you more panties…..”

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I woke up by the vibrating hum of my mobile phone. I quickly reached to turn it off, and then laid back again, watching the ceiling; Even though my wine-intake had only been a fraction of Anita’s, the pain in my head throbbed. I could imagine Anita being so much worse… Did I really have to get up?…

I waited a moment, making sure Anita had not woken up by the alarm, and then I carefully left the bed. I put on my glasses and bath robe, splashed some water in my face and took my time on the toilet. Then, I put water and paracetamol at the nightstand next to Anita, and moved downstairs.

I made my coffee and turned on the laptop, where indeed I found an E-mail with a new version of the paper. I was annoyed to see no reaction from her supervisor – was he slacking?

I quickly scanned the content of the paper, and couldn’t detect any obvious issues. Then, with full confidence, I started to study the manuscript in full detail.

Most of the introduction had remained the same – no need to change that what is good already. Also the results were straight forward – adding extra data didn’t ask for major changes. The discussion looked fine, although I did disagree with some details. I guessed that the student had tried to follow the recommendations of one of the reviewers, but it seemed like she hadn’t really grasped the message – I couldn’t blame her under this pressure of time – and now that part of the discussion got lost in vague sentences and strange explanations. With the document settings on ‘Trace Changes’, I modified it to my liking, adding some comments on the side explaining my motives and intentions.

A bit further, it seemed like she tried to include the discussion of her previous version, based on incorrect data – perhaps her supervisor had insisted on this explanation, but with the correct data, it was totally out of place. I deleted that part, and smoothened the remaining text.

The rest of the discussion was undisputable, but I felt something nagging in the back of my head. I stared at the figures for ten – twelve minutes, delving my mind, when it occurred to me that the results seemed to fit perfectly with a theory proposed by another research group, more than ten years ago. I quickly opened that paper on my computer, and saw my hunch confirmed… Almost…

Slowly, the pieces started to shuffle in my head, and then, all at once, it all fitted perfectly in a new theory, much simpler and more elegant than the one proposed before. If I had noticed that in the first version, then we could have even submitted this work to one of the highest ranking journals…

In a trance, I typed down my new theory and the discussion around it. I added the necessary references, and added some extra comments on the side, suggesting some modifications in the figure to make it all more visible. Bam!!! This was going to be one paper people would talk about!!

The Conclusion section also needed some modification. Some of the incorrect statements had to be removed and, and, if they agreed on my new insights, a significant part needed to be added. I entered my suggestions, read the whole document once more, saved it and sent it away.

I took a sip of my coffee, spitting it directly back in the mug – I had been totally dragged in the paper and lost track of time. The coffee was ice cold…

I might have missed it, but so far I hadn’t heard any sounds coming from Anita. So I sneaked back to the bedroom and moved back under the blankets; careful not to awake Anita. However, she did notice my presence, and moved to lie against my body. By that, my cold feet woke her up. “My God! What happened? Have you been out of the bed?” I mumbled something about some work to do, and told her to go back to sleep. First, however, Anita had to go to the bathroom. But she didn’t seem to have any issues like a hangover…

Anita came back, and we both slept for an additional hour.

We both stood in the kitchen, preparing brunch for that day – Anita slicing melon and pineapple while I was taking care of the coffee and tea, and fried eggs with bacon. I commented Anita on her sunny mood, despite at least two bottles of wine she had finished the evening before. “I guess my metabolism is fine-tuned for alcohol degradation – I rarely suffer from hangovers”. I wished I could say the same…

After breakfast and the dishes, I took care of some laundry – putting a dirty pile of clothes in the machine and folding what had been clean in the basket for one week already – while Anita, wearing one of my rope-costumes, vacuum-cleaned and dusted the first floor.

When I stacked away my underwear, I came across the empty condom-box. Knowing Anita had no problems at buying them, I called her.

“Do we still have to use those condoms? I’ve been using the pill since I was fourteen, you know?”

I just didn’t feel good about that, and I told her.

“Does it have anything to do with my past? Would it make you feel more comfortable when I’d have a blood-test?”

That was awkward…

“I don’t özbek escort want to lie about it – it would certainly make me feel more comfortable; I think it would be good if we both would have one…” That was only one part of the truth, but I couldn’t tell her the whole story yet… I think this hurt Anita, but she couldn’t deny the risks.

I told her to put loose-fitting jeans and a jacket over the ropes, and then she could go by bike – I had some visions of the crotch-rope and the bicycle-saddle, but that was Anita’s concern…

I pulled out the bike, and with one smooth movement, Anita was seated. I couldn’t tell if she even noticed the rope… However, I did notice the earplugs from her headphone… A bomb exploded in my chest. I rapidly ran after the bike, and managed to grab her arm. “Take off those earplugs!”

“Hey, careful – you almost pulled me off the bike! No worries – the volume is very low.”

“I don’t give a damn! I want you to take them off! Now!!” My heart was beating in my throat, and I was about to cry.

“Easy man! Calm down! Take a chill-pill! I’ll take one out if that’s better for you… Hey, what are you doing now?!!” I had grabbed the power cord and pulled the plugs out of her ears.

“I’m not joking! Take! Them! OFF!!!” Then I felt bile rising, and started vomiting.

“My God! What’s going on? That’s totally out of proportion!” Then it sank in to her. “Does this have anything to do with Stephany?”

I rasped and spitted, barely able to breathe, while the tears flowed over my face.

Anita had gotten off the bike, and squatted in front of me to see me in the face, not minding the puddle of vomit. “Did you have something similar with Stephany?” I nodded – unable to talk.

Anita guided me back into the house, placed me on the sofa, cleaned my face with a wet towel, and pulled both arms around my neck. I lay my head in her lap, and let all emotions flow.

Anita softly rubbed my back, while the shaking of my body slowly diminished. Finally, the tears stopped, and I could start getting control over my breathing. For a long time, I stayed like this, feeling empty and tired. Then I set up, wiped the tears away, and embarrassedly tried to look away. However, Anita held one arm around my shoulder, in such a way that I could impossibly turn my head from her.

“Can you tell me what happened?” she whispered softly.

Even the thought of it ignited a new round of crying; now I sat up, with my face in my hands – my elbows on my knees.

“Easy Ruben, easy. It’s ok, just let it out.” Anita’s hand on my back made small circles, while the other one softly stroke my wrist.

When also that passed away, I took a deep breath. I needed three more deep breaths to calm down enough to start.

“We had a big discussion. A big, big fight… Anita took her bike and left… I told her… I told her to take out the headphone – I always did… But this time she told me I had no say over her… I had no say over her…” Tears reappeared, and with a croaked voice I managed to finish “Less than two hours later the police came at the door… I had to identify…”

I took of my glasses, wiped my eyes with my wrist, and walked, eyes covered by my arm, up the stairs to the bedroom. There I fell on the bed, and buried my head in the pillow, and let it all out again.

Anita had followed me, and lied down next to me. One arm on my back, she whispered “I didn’t know that. God, if only I had known…”

In my mind, I replayed last fight again. Word by word; look by look; tear by tear… I knew that, if I had been more lenient, she would probably have stayed home… If I hadn’t given the key, she wouldn’t have gone by bike… If I hadn’t hit her back…

For identification, they had shown me the handbag; soiled, squashed up, its content broken and spilled… There was no chance to replace my last memory of her face – an angry face – with a more peaceful one…

And now I had done it again. Even though I knew about Anita – she had told me everything – I had confronted her. Again. I had even been aggressive towards her… She was realistic and sensitive for now; feeling sorry for me. But next week, or next month, she would remember how I had stopped her; how I had grabbed her, almost made her fall, and how I had yelled at her… I wanted her to leave me now – scream at her to leave me alone, but that would only make things worse…

So I accepted the coffee she’d made for me. I tried to stop the shaking of my body, and to cover up the pain, caused by an ice-cold hand, squeezing my stomach. I pretended to listen to her whispering, tried to nod at appropriate times. I sniffled and fought hard to keep my last tears for myself.

The alarm of the laundry machine helped me out, indicating its program had ended. I tried a wry smile to Anita, told her it was done now – that my emotions had sufficiently been drained from me, and that I could handle it again – and that I wanted to pick up my life again, starting with mecidiyeköy escort the easy task of laundry hanging…

Anita gave me a reassuring squeeze in my wrist, a peck on the cheek, and assured me I had to tell her, when my memories haunted me – she would understand…

I walked down with her, suggested some other goods she could buy while going to the shop, and, when she closed the door, I ran upstairs.

For an endless amount of time, I stood in front of the laundry machine, focusing on my breathing. Then I swallowed, took one deep breath, and pulled out the wet clothes.

Carefully I walked the heavy laundry basked down the stairs to the garden. I brought the clothes pins from the living room and started hanging the wet clothes. I vigorously shook the wet jeans to remove the wrinkles, and to release my tension. Anita took her time; fortunately she understood I could use some time alone, and perhaps the same was true for her. So when I was done, when the washing line was filled, and all folded clothes had found their place on the shelfs again, I went back to the laptop.

Another E-mail from the student – still no reaction from her supervisor. The student was thrilled by my suggestions; in her own words, she explained what I’d written down, to test if she understood me correctly. And then there were some suggestions from her side, and some more questions. She was brilliant – she totally nailed it! Her ideas even made it better! So much work, so little time…

I complimented her with her ideas, answered her questions, and provided some more information I thought useful. By then, Anita came back, so I rounded it up, and sent it away.

“What are you working on?” Anita asked, curiously, carefully measuring my mood.

“This is going to be a big hit!” I replied, all enthusiastic again by the manuscript. “This paper explains it all… but it has to be submitted by tomorrow…”

“Explains it all…” sniggered Anita, glad to learn that my emotions had turned into happy ones again. “Explains all the distortions caused by the quatosh, when it inflames the garmarin and thereby triggers the latic-wave to undulate into an interflow?” throwing in some random fantasy words with a thick scientific sauce, to emphasize the inflation of results in our field, caused by extremely focused specialization. “But I guess that means we won’t go to the restaurant tonight?”

“Yes we will!” I reassured her. “I am only co-author, and I feel like my work is done here. I hope for a short meeting tomorrow, and then it’s all up to them…” I beckoned her to come closer, used my hand on the back of her head to pull her face to mine, and I kissed her deeply.

“So this won’t be wasted money!” Anita smiled, pulling out a new package of condoms.

“I’m sorry about what just happened…” I mumbled. “I shouldn’t have done that – it is not up to me to tell you not to listen to music on the bike – but I just couldn’t control myself…”

“I can totally understand!” Anita was quick to reply. “Anyway, you are right – it is not safe to use those ear plugs in traffic, and I can see how you got upset about it! And on top of that – it is my role to obey you in anything you ask from me, whether I agree or not…”

“Let’s just leave it for now. How is your underwear doing?” I quickly changed the subject.

“The upper part – I love it! But my panties drive me crazy, and it starts to hurt. Can you change that one to the rope-thingy from yesterday evening?”

“Sure, but maybe you should take it all off soon. We should leave for dinner in an hour or so – did you bring your body corset with you?”

“Okay, okay… you can take it off… But maybe we should test the condoms first? Then I can bring them back, if they are no good…”

Before we left for the restaurant, I checked once more my E-mail; finally there was a reply from the supervisor. He suggested a meeting next day at nine – he hadn’t been able to take a good look at the current version, but indicated he might have some issues with my new ideas… However, he’d sent his message from the airport, was up for a six hour flight, so he had plenty of time to thoroughly go through the material…

I sent a quick, short message to the student, to encourage her to continue the work (if still needed). I was sure we could sort it out. And then we left.

Anita looked stunning. She wore a new long skirt I hadn’t seen before, her corset (of course), combined with a jacket; a combination which looked absolutely stylish. I’d put on my black jeans, new blouse that Anita had bought me, and black jacket, but felt a bit underdressed, next to Anita. However, it had to do…

The restaurant was advertising a 4-course menu with carpaccio, cheese and pine nuts, mushroom soup, lamb chops and finally crème brûlée as desert; I checked Anita’s face, and ordered for both, with red wine for Anita and a coke for me.

The restaurant was full and the atmosphere was right. We had a small table in the back, and although the service was azeri escort good, it took quite some time for the food to come. I didn’t mind – I was in good company.

After everything that we had done during this weekend, it was probably an obvious question to ask for Anita’s panties – clichés exist for a reason, but Anita was well prepared… “I would do it if I could!” she smiled…

“So you’re not wearing…” Funny; it was me who fell embarrassed… Anita blew me a kiss.

When the soup had arrived, I told her about the paper I was involved in. Although she worked on another topic, she was familiar with the subject, and became enthusiastic when I told about how everything fell together in this new theory. However, her mood changed completely when I told her how much I appreciated the work attitude of the student…

“HER work attitude? What do you mean ‘HER’ work attitude? It’s a WOMAN? Who is this student?”

In a split second, the atmosphere had changed. It got chilly, and dark energy converged in front of me. Cold sweat ran down my back when I tried to maintain a lighthearted appearance. “It’s Donna. She really nailed it in the first place, somehow Glen screw up, but she managed to get it all fixed again in only one weekend – very few students have the brains do that, and even less will bring up the energy…”

“So while I was cleaning your kitchen, you were chatting with Donna?!!” Her voice grew louder.

“Oh, come on! You know that’s not true! It’s work. It’s my job to advise and support students; if necessary, even in the weekend!” I knew this was going wrong, but still hoped Anita wouldn’t make a scene.

“And when I was naked, on my knees, weeding your terrace, you were working your ass off to please that bitch!!” People started looking at us…

“Anita, please! Can we talk about that after we’re back at home? Let’s not spoil our evening now!”

“And after you got me drunk and were done fucking me, you left me to check out her interest in you! I guess you’ve earned yourself a good night shagging, handing over these ideas of you!! Is this how students get their papers published?! They fuck you and get a paper in return?!!! Do you also take men?!!!”

“Anita, please be quiet! I will pay and we’ll go – we can’t stay here like that!”

“You can stay; I will go. You can invite that bitch of you to take my place, here and now!”

Anita stood up, took her bowl of soup, and threw it on top of mine. By now, the whole restaurant was watching, and waiters came walking quickly our way. Anita left in a rush, leaving me – covered in soup – behind.

I was thunderstruck; I didn’t have a clue how to handle this situation. One waiter asked me to follow him, while the other started enquiring if any of the other guests had been hit by the soup.

I was taken behind the bar, where I told them I would compensate all costs and preferred to leave. Apparently, it wasn’t an unusual situation for the staff – at least they didn’t show. One helped me cleaning up the soup on my clothes as good as possible, and then I was allowed to pay and leave the restaurant. I so hoped no-one had filmed this situation – I didn’t want to see this scene back on YouTube. The things that go through your mind…

Once outside, there was no trace of Anita. However, all windows of my car were shattered… That was something I had to deal with tomorrow. First I had to find Anita.

I called her, but she didn’t reply. Her phone was turned off and I left a short message. Then,

I ran along the road in the direction of Anita’s house, but I didn’t see her. As far as I could see, the lights in her house were off, and there was no reaction when I rang the doorbell. Thinking about my car windows, I feared she had gone to my house. I called her phone again, but it was still off. I was in doubt – waiting here until she came home, or check my house first – but I reasoned that eventually she would go home, wherever she was now.

Every ten minutes, I checked her phone – to no avail. Hours passed, but she didn’t show up. I rang her bell several more times without reaction.

A police car came, and two policemen came out. They asked for me to identify myself, and wrote down my details. They explained one of the inhabitants had called to report a suspicious looking person – probably me. I explained the situation and my worries – leaving out the car windows – but they could not help me. Both policemen were friendly and understanding, but explained to me that they had to give me an official warning; if they would see me later this night, they would have to arrest me for stalking.

I thought they were about to leave when one of them suddenly asked me “Are you the owner of a gray Ford Focus, license plate …” I confirmed and told them I was aware of the windows. No, I didn’t want to press charges. The policemen shrugged their shoulders and left.

There was nothing I could do except going home. I was still in time to get the last bus to the village but the last part I had to walk. I still tried calling almost every ten minutes, but the phone remained off. When I finally arrived at my house, there was no sign of Anita. For a moment I thought of going to Marc’s house, but decided that it was better for both of us that I wouldn’t go there, whether she was there or not.

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The memories seemed to move from her mind and into her fingers as they moved over her body. Images of the room . . . softly lit . . . shadows hiding the pleasures that waited in the dark . . . sounds she could not quite distinguish teasing her ears . . . It was all so real as she remembered the way He had led her down the stairs and into her fantasy. She moved the sheet down so that she could touch her breasts. She slid her fingertips around the sides of them . . . caressing herself lightly . . . then circling her nipples . . . just barely brushing them . . . feeling them stiffen. She thought of how it had felt when all those unseen hands had touched her. She closed her eyes and she could feel them again . . . on her legs . . . on her breasts . . . stroking . . . teasing . . . bringing her such incredible pleasure. She remembered how she had struggled against the restraints and how they had held her secure in their grip. She spread her legs under the sheet and imagined herself on that table again . . . her legs in the stirrups. One hand drifted down across her stomach and rested lightly on her soft mound. She fought the urge to slip it between her legs immediately. Instead, she pictured her arms stretched above her head, as they had been that night . . . while fingers had made their way along her inner thighs . . . moving ever closer . . .

The darkness behind the blindfold had been so complete. It had allowed her to surrender to the pleasure. She had been unable to resist. She could only lie back and let them . . . whoever they had been . . . to touch her as they pleased. Slowly she moved a finger until it touched the edge of her growing wetness. In her mind she was reliving the feel of the tongues licking closer to that spot. When they had touched her there, she had cried out, just as she did now when her finger found the sensitive bud. The sensations had taken her breath away. She had been swept along on a wave of continuous ecstasy that had finally sent her plummeting over the edge. The memory, as much as the fingers moving between her legs, sent her there again and she shuddered as her orgasm washed over her.

She lay for a few moments, catching her breath, reluctant to leave the fantasy. Only the thought of the evening ahead brought her back to reality. She thought about what He had said before He left for work. They had laid side by side after having made love . . . she could feel the remains of His orgasm mingling with hers on her fingers now . . . He had kissed her and told her that there was another party that night and He wanted to take her. The twinkle in His eyes and the slight smile He had when He said it had made her tingle. He had told her that He would be home at 6:00 and that after He had showered and changed they would go. Then He had kissed her again, deeply, and left her alone with her thoughts and fantasies. Not wanting to get up right away she laid there savoring the memories until she had known she would have to cum again before she could do anything else.

Now that she had, she resisted the urge to do it again and got out of the bed and went to the shower. As the warm water cascaded over her body, she realized that her desire had not been satisfied only heightened. She washed herself all over, trying not to get too caught up in the sensations of her soapy hands moving over her breasts and between her legs. With a deliberate effort, she rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. But even the feel of the towel on her warm skin seemed to go right through her. She took a deep breath and determined to get control of herself. She quickly dressed and went out to do some shopping in preparation for the night.

As she drove to the mall, she thought about the previous party again. She had never realized how strong her fantasies of such a night had been before. She had often wondered what it would be like to submit completely to whatever it was that he wanted. But he had never broached the subject and she had not known how to bring it up. Sex between them had always been wonderful, but she had longed for something more and now that she had had a taste of it, her mind seemed to be always full of other possibilities. They had never really spoken of what had happened, though her had taken her that night in a way that thrilled her even now to think about, and their lovemaking since then had been as it was before. But, in her mind, she often returned to that room and what had happened there. Maybe tonight, she thought, and she could not help but squirm a bit in the seat.

Once at the mall, she took her time making her selections. She wanted to find something special to wear . . . something, she hoped, that would match the occasion. She rejected many of the things the saleslady brought to her until she saw the ivory outfit. It was a beautiful dress that buttoned to the neck but was slit high on the side. She chose an ivory lace bra, sheer ivory panties and a pair of thigh high ivory stockings to wear underneath it. It was perfect, she thought. Demure enough to cihangir escort look almost virginal from the waist up, it would also allow for tantalizingly brief glimpses of her legs as she walked. She took her purchases to the counter to pay for them. As she waited, she noticed the man across the store watching her, though he was trying not to be too obvious about it. She saw that he had seen the items she had selected and she imagined that he was picturing her in them. The thought that he was seeing in his mind how they would fit her body brought a warm blush to her cheeks. For instant, their eyes met and she was a bit shocked to see desire there. He smiled approvingly and she blushed again and turned away. But she could feel his eyes still on her and her nipples tingled. She busied herself with completing the transaction, signed the charge receipt and handed it back to the saleslady. As she did so, their fingers touched and she felt a sudden rush. She looked at the woman behind the counter . . . who was strikingly attractive; she realized . . . and thought she saw the same thing in her eyes. The woman met her gaze steadily, and somewhat knowingly, and maintained the contact with her fingers until she pulled her hand away. Disconcerted by all of this, she thanked the woman and quickly left the store.

On the drive home, she thought about what had happened and wondered if she had just imagined it all. Had she reached the point where everyone was a potential sex partner now? Had her fantasies so completely taken over that she felt touches and looks from total strangers as stimuli for her seemingly overheated libido? She did not even know those people in the store, but then she realized suddenly she had not known any of the people at the party either. She had not even been able to see who was touching her and giving her such pleasure that night and she had not cared. All that had mattered was that her fantasy was coming true and she had been the center of attention. She had wondered since then who they had been and if they had experienced pleasure as well at sending her so completely over the edge but she had been so consumed by her own lust, it had seemed secondary at the time. What, she wondered, would it be like to see others experiencing the same kind of passion? Images of bodies moving against one another . . . doing things to each other . . . filled her mind. She had seen movies, of course, but what would it be like to be able to hear real sounds and smell real scents . . . maybe even feel bodies moving against her . . . Oh god, she thought, I need to be in control now. But what if she wasn’t . . . She vigorously shook the images away and concentrated on driving home.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, though, the images continued to haunt the edges of her consciousness. She did various things around the house and tried not to check the clock too frequently. Finally, at 4:30, she decided to start getting ready. She took a long hot bath, though it was more to relax since she had already showered that morning. The water wrapped around her body like a warm cocoon and she dozed for a few minutes until it started to get cold. She then dried off and went to get her new outfit. She slipped the panties on first. They slid silkily up her legs and fit snugly against her mound. She looked in the full-length mirror and could see the dark patch of her hair there between her legs. Next, she put on the stockings, pulling them tight. The bra cups were smooth, there was no seam, and her nipples could clearly be seen through the sheer material. She watched, as they grew hard and pointed and strained against it. She stood for a moment and looked at herself, then realized that her panties were growing moist already. Damn, she thought, she had been wet all day. Quickly, before her mind was distracted once again, she slipped the dress on. It molded itself to her curves as if it had a mind of its own. She buttoned the buttons to the top, then stepped back to survey her appearance. The dress did look demure, in a slightly naughty kind of way, she thought, especially when she turned and saw how high on her thigh the slit was.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of him coming in the house. She met him at the bedroom door and when he saw her he stopped and just stared. She stood, drinking in his gaze and thrilling to the intensity in his eyes as they traveled up and down her body. She could see the desire in them and in the growing bulge in his pants. “You look absolutely stunning,” he said in a thick, almost husky, voice. She beamed in the glow of his praise and kissed him on the cheek . . . she did not trust herself to do any more, she had been so aroused all day that if she did, they would never make it to the party. “Take your shower and I will wait for you downstairs,” she told him and slipped past quickly, deliberately avoiding the bulge, in spite of her desire to touch it.

She waited in the living room and tried not to think about him mecidiyeköy escort in the shower and how much she wanted to be there with him. Soon, she smelled his cologne and looked up to see him coming down the stairs. He was dressed in a pair of black trousers with a black shirt, open at the collar. He smiled and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He was carrying a small bag in one hand. He noticed her looking curiously at it and simply said, “I did a little shopping myself today. Shall we go?” She did not question him, just nodded and they left the house and walked to the car. He held the door open for her and she caught his look when she sat down and the slit in her dress opened to reveal her stockings and just a hint of bare flesh at the top of them.

As they drove through the darkened streets, she thought again of the last time they had come this way. She had no idea what was waiting for her that night and, she realized she did not on this night either. How could anything top that experience, she wondered. He gave nothing away when he looked at her. He just smiled and drove quietly. Before she was aware of it, they were there. Again, he came around and opened her door and watched her legs as she swung them from the car. He held her hand as they walked to the door and she felt the knot of excitement in her stomach grow tighter. The same attractive woman who had greeted them the last time opened the door. She smiled warmly, and somewhat knowingly, and welcomed them in.

She entered the room and was greeted by more smiles and pleasantries. Everything seemed innocent enough, just like last time, but she knew that it wasn’t. These people were at the last party. These were the people who had come downstairs when she was naked and restrained and blindfolded. These were the owners of the mouths and hands that had touched her body and brought her such indescribable pleasure. A warm blush rose to her cheeks and she felt her body responding. Everyone just idly visited, but she would occasionally catch glances and other knowing smiles. She could not shake the slight dizziness she felt. Her knees were shaky and every time she moved, the material of her clothing rubbed the nerves that were just below the surface of her skin.

She watched him moving among the party guests . . . leaning close to hear a bit of conversation . . .smiling . . . touching and being touched ever so slightly. At one point, he was in a small group, but looked over to smile at her. The others in the group did the same and she could not help but feel as if they were talking about her. She returned his smile and quickly turned away . . . afraid that the desire she was feeling would show too obviously on her face. She felt a touch on her elbow and turned to find him standing behind her. He leaned close and kissed her on the neck . . . just below her ear. It seemed an incredibly intimate gesture in a public gathering, but she did not resist. His lips moved to her ear and he whispered, “It’s time, darling.” She looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled and led her through the crowd and into the other room where the stairway was. With a sense of déjà vu, she followed him down the dark stairs, holding his arm for support. At the bottom, he paused and turned on the light.

The soft light pushed back the ink of the darkness and spread through the room. Everything was the same as before. The padded X was against the wall . . . the strange looking harness hung from the ceiling . . . and in the center of the room stood the table with the stirrups. The memories flooded her mind as she looked at it. That was where she had laid. Her legs had been in those stirrups. She could practically feel the restraints again and her wrists and ankles tingled. She was taking deep breaths and leaning against him for support, afraid that she would fall if she did not.

He slipped an arm around her waist and led her across the room. She wondered if he was taking her to the table again, or perhaps the X this time, she had had a few fantasies about it since their last visit. Instead, he stopped and turned her to face him. He looked very intently into her eyes. She said nothing, waiting for his command. “You are very beautiful, my dear,” he said in that same husky voice he had used at the house. “Everyone here thinks so. Did you see the way they were looking at you?” She blushed and nodded. She had noticed the looks from the others. Men and women both had been appraising her since they had arrived. She had imagined that they were remembering the last time they had seen her . . . naked . . . restrained . . . out of control from the things they were doing to her. Again, she wondered if they had been as aroused by her as she had been by them. As if reading her thoughts, he spoke, “Many of them were telling me tonight how exciting it was to see and touch you, but tonight they would like more. So would I.” His words sent chills through her body that touched all of her most intimate places. Her mind was reeling at all kurtuluş escort the possible meanings of “more” when she saw, over his shoulder, other people coming down the stairs. They gathered quietly behind him as if waiting. She was breathing deeply; tiny shocks of anticipation were traveling the length of her body, down her arms to her fingertips, down her legs to her toes, up along her spine, radiating everywhere, causing her nipples to be so hard they were visibly pressing against the material of her dress. She was certain that the wetness below reached down to the top of her stockings by now. She did not know what was about to happen, but, whatever it was, she wanted it.

He leaned forward and without touching her anywhere else, kissed her softly on the lips. It was very light . . . just a brush of lips against lips . . . but she felt as if a fuse had been lit. The heat that had been simmering inside of her all day had caught flame with the spark of his kiss and sweet warmth suffused her body. She closed her eyes and swayed a little, trying to savor the contact that was all too brief. When the kiss ended, she opened her eyes and saw that he had stepped away and two very beautiful women were approaching her. They said nothing, but she could clearly see the lust in their eyes. They stopped in front of her and looked at him. He nodded silently and the two women reached to undo the buttons of her dress. She watched breathlessly as their long, slender fingers easily manipulated each one. Slowly . . . taking their time . . . they opened her dress. She was keenly aware of the coolness of their fingertips against her heated skin each time they touched her. Soon all the buttons were undone. They looked approvingly at the swell of her breasts visible above the bra. One of them held the dress open and the other leaned over and kissed the tops of her breasts. As the lips touched her, she drew in a sharp breath. Then the other woman held her dress open so the first could kiss her as well. She stood perfectly still and did not resist when they each lifted her arms above her head and began to draw the dress up and off of her body. She could feel the rush of air moving like hungry lips across her skin as she was slowly revealed to the group of quiet onlookers.

She felt terribly exposed in spite of the fact that she was still wearing her bra and panties and stockings. But she also knew that her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material and the dampness between her legs had to be making the dark patch of her hair there stand out like a target. She felt as if the eyes looking at her were actually hands moving over her body. Goose pimples arose on her flesh, each one a raw nerve. The two women who had removed her dress stepped away and two men approached her. She felt a sudden panic. While she knew that men had touched her before . . .probably even these two at the last party . . . she had not been able to see them. A part of her longed for that freeing darkness again, but he made no move to blindfold her as he had before. She realized that that was the way it was going to be this time. She was going to be able to see everything that happened, everything that was to be done to her. The idea frightened and thrilled her at the same time.

The two men stood in front of her. She saw the desire in their eyes just as she had in the women. One of them knelt before her and the other moved to stand behind her. The one on his knees reached to slide the stockings from first one, then the other, of her legs. His fingertips grazed her skin as they pulled the stockings down and she compliantly raised each foot so that he could slip them off. She stood barefoot in just her bra and panties now. She was unable to keep her legs from shaking. The intensity of it all was making her lightheaded. She felt the hands of the man behind her undo the clasps of the bra on her back, then slip the straps from her shoulders. As he was doing this, the other man took the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. His face was level with the place between her legs and she was certain that he was able to smell her arousal. Hands brushed the sides of her breasts and removed her bra. The panties slid down her legs and fell to the floor at her ankles. She was unable to lift her legs to step out of them until hands gently gripped each ankle and helped her. The hands moved away and she stood completely naked . . . completely exposed . . . completely vulnerable . . . before the lustful eyes that were drinking in the sight of her.

The two women joined the two men and the four of them led her across the room. She willingly let them guide her to the X. They turned her around so that she was facing the group again and secured her to it with the restraints, the women taking care of her arms and the men kneeling and putting her legs in place. When they were finished, they stepped back again and left her there . . . spread-eagled . . . bound to the X . . . . .waiting as if she were some kind of sexual offering. All rational thought left her. She was incapable of it now. She was a blank slate . . . her body an alabaster canvas . . . waiting for the brushes of hands and mouths, and whatever else they might use, to paint their tapestry of pleasure on her. She was virtually drunk with desire.

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Galen was dumbfounded by Helen’s behavior. Turning to his housemates, he remarked in an offhanded manner, “Wow. She’s pretty upset…

Both women gave him that time-honored look that only a woman close to a man’s heart can give, the one which carries the non-verbal message: I can’t believe I love such a total idiot!

“Yeah, it’s almost as if her boyfriend dumped her!” Justine replied, dryly.

After a short, but uncomfortable silence, Angel softly began, “Master, I think he just did…”

“Hmmm? What do you mean?”

“Well, you just told her you were moving away, and that Justine is having your baby…’

“So?”

“Master, we think she had plans for you, of which you were unaware,” she replied carefully, “plans which were based on your continuing to be nearby, and didn’t allow for your having relationships with other women.” Justine vigorously nodded her agreement

Galen stared at her uncomprehendingly, but soon the light dawned. He sat down and rested his head in his hands.

“Shit! I never saw this coming… what do I do now?”

“Do you want her?”

“I don’t know… it never crossed my mind that she might want me!”

“Master,” Justine interjected, “you should at least talk to her…”

“What if she does want a relationship with me? I can’t do that now… I have both of you…”

“That’s right!” Angel declared, “You have us! We belong to you… not the other way around. There is nothing about your relationship with us that precludes your have other relationships, with other women… even intimate relationships.”

“You mean you would be okay with the idea of me… er… dating other women?”

“Absolutely,” Angel replied.

“No problem,” Justine echoed earnestly. “Date them, sleep with them, fuck them, make babies with them… hell, marry them if you want. Just please don’t forget that we belong to you! If you decided you didn’t want us anymore, it would break our hearts…”

“… or worse…” Angel added soberly.

Galen was stunned. He understood, conceptually, what the ladies were saying, but couldn’t really wrap himself around it emotionally. It was foreign to his entire experience with interpersonal relationships.

There was an awkward silence as he tried, and once again failed, to understand women. He threw up his hands and declared, “I still don’t know what to do about it!”

Angel shrugged and asked, “Putting aside the question of whether you want to possess her, do you really want her out of your life forever? Didn’t you say she was a good friend? Are you willing to lose her altogether?”

“No.. yes… no… hell, you know what I mean!”

“I’m not sure we do…” Justine ventured, “but I still think you need to talk to her, and pretty quick, too. If you don’t, I believe that you will lose her, not just as a lover!”

“She’s not my lover!”

“Maybe not,” Angel retorted, “but she wants to be.”

“You two are impossible!”

“No Master,” they responded in unison, “we just see the situation a little more clearly than you right now.”

It was nearly impossible for Galen to get angry at them, or stay that way, and he knew he was losing the… argument. Since when do slaves argue with the Master?

The two girls continued their gentle urging until he gave in, so only minutes after Helen had fled his apartment, he found himself standing alone, in front of her door and ringing the bell.

“Are we still friends?” he asked, quickly, as soon as she opened the door. He held out his arms and walked toward her. She didn’t move, but she allowed him to enfold her.

The moment she felt herself cocooned in his arms, she burst into tears and buried her face in his neck. It took Galen many long minutes of soothing words and stroking her back before she calmed down enough to breathe normally. Even then, there were occasional sobs, gasps, and sniffles.

He walked her over to her sofa, and looked around for some tissues. Finding none, he went to her bathroom and retrieved the box that she kept on the vanity. Returning to the sofa, he sat with her, and handed her tissues as she dried her tears, cleaned her face, and blew her nose.

When she seemed more in control of herself, he asked “Do you want to tell me what’s going on? I don’t understand what you’re so upset about…”

She stared off into space, refusing to meet his eyes. Taking a deep breath, and heaving a sigh, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m just being silly. I… I’ve just had a crush on you since we first met… I know I never told you. I guess I thought I had time…

“Now you have a new girlfriend… no, two new girlfriends! … and they’re both so beautiful, and I’m so plain… and one of them is going to have your baby! Time ran out for me… and now you’re going to move away and leave me all alone!” She burst into tears again, and for the briefest of instants, Galen simply sat there dumbfounded. Very quickly, he regained his composure, and gathered her into his arms again.

“I’m Betist so sorry, baby… I just didn’t’ know… and you’re just as desirable…” he murmured.

He held her for the longest time, silently stroking her hair and her back, until she calmed herself again. As she did, she began to feel somewhat uncomfortable in his embrace, and gently pushed against his chest. He understood her wish, and easily allowed her to move away from him.

“So… are we still friends… or not?” he challenged.

“Yes,” she sniffed, looking at him balefully. “I guess so. Not that it’ll matter a whole lot, with you moving away…”

“Of course it’ll matter,” he snorted, “I don’t have so many real friends that I can afford to lose one!”

She dropped her gaze to the floor again, and observed, “You’ve got those girls, and a baby on the way. You already said that you’re moving, as soon as you can find a house. When are you going to have time to spend with friends? I know you’re a good guy… I just don’t see where Mark and I could fit into your life… or your schedule, for that matter!”

He reached over and tilted her chin up, so that he could look into her eyes.

“Helen, I’m not sure at this point what I should want, in terms of a relationship with you. I’ve avoided looking at my own feelings on the matter, because I always thought you wanted to keep things at the friendship level…”

“And now it’s too late for anything else,” she interrupted.

“Maybe,” he answered, “and maybe not.” He held up his hand to forestall a hostile rejoinder, and continued. “However that may work out, I still need friends. I’m not prepared to let you disappear completely from my life, and I’m not prepared to give up the time you’ve let me spend with Mark. What I am prepared to do, is commit to making time to spend with you both, regardless of where I live.”

“You’re going to have responsibilities as a father, and I’m not going to be just one of your girlfriends,” she declared haughtily. “Even if I were willing, what would your women say about that?” she demanded.

“Why don’t you just ask them?” he challenged. “I’ll even let you talk to them right now, by yourself… Yes! Let’s do that! I need to go to the office anyway. Come back to my apartment with me. You’ll know if I say anything to influence them. I’ll get my stuff, and head out, and you can talk with them, while I’m gone.”

He stood and walked to her door. Looking back, he said “Well?”

“I don’t know…”

“You won’t know, until you act. Let’s do it now! Let’s dispose of any obstacle to our continued friendship!” Returning to her, he took her hand and looked her in the eye. “Is it worth it or not?”

She sighed and said, “Yeah, I guess it is,” as she let him pull her along.

Entering the apartment, he didn’t see either of the girls, so he shouted “Front and center!” Fairly soon thereafter, both of his concubines came barreling out of the bedroom, breathing hard.

“I need to head for the office,” he told them. “I’ll be gone for about two hours. Helen wants to visit with you some more, while I’m gone. She’s been my best friend for as long as I’ve lived here. Answer truthfully any and all questions she may have.”

Having said his piece, he left the room to collect his briefcase and laptop. When he passed through on his way out, all three women were still standing where he’d left them, looking mystified.

He gave Angel and Justine each a quick kiss, and hugged Helen’s unresisting form on his way out.

After Galen left so abruptly, Helen found herself at a loss. She faced two women with very expectant looks on their faces, and she was near-terminally embarrassed about the questions she wanted them to answer. Never having backed down from a confrontation before, however, she decided that she didn’t want to establish any new precedents, so she just plunged in.

“I suppose that the most important thing I want you to tell me, is how you would feel about Galen and I continuing our friendship.”

Justine looked at Angel, who gave a small nod, then she turned back to Helen and said, “No. You are wrong on two counts.” As her target reeled in shock, she continued, “First, it’s not important how we feel about it. You and Galen will have whatever kind of relationship you mutually agree upon, and we will accept it.

“Second, it’s not his friendship you want, nor does he look at you as only a friend. You both want to become lovers, and so, in some fashion, you should. How you go about it will define your relationship.” Having said her piece, she fell silent, and held a steady gaze upon Helen.

“How can you say that?” Helen flared. “You’re carrying his baby! Of course it’s important how you feel about his relationships with other women!” Whirling and pointing at Angel, she continued “And you! You sleep with him too! Not to mention doing his housework and cooking. How can you not care? How can you not feel that you have a right to object?”

Angel smiled and said Betist Giriş gently, “He has problems with that too. As we keep telling him, we are his, not vice versa. Our relationship with him, is that he takes care of us, and we do what he says. It is just good fortune that we can love him too, and know that he loves us.”

“But how can you be sure that he’ll give you the time and attention you need, when he shares himself with others? I don’t understand how even two of you can feel that it’s okay, much less how you might be willing to share with others…”

“It’s pretty simple,” Justine said with a giggle. “We all know that even one horny woman can fuck any ten men into the ground… and might do so under the right conditions, but we also know that she doesn’t really need to. It’s not even a desirable outcome, because she ends up sore for so long afterwards. Unless you’re an unusual person, you probably don’t actually want intercourse more than two or three times a week, but you need cuddling a lot more often. Fortunately cuddling can be a very satisfactory group activity, not to mention that there are some fun forms of sex that can involve more than one woman!

“Most men, on the other hand, are usually able and quite willing to give a typical woman far more sex than she needs, or even wants, so sharing that part of their life isn’t as big a deal as you imagine. If you ask for what you want, and make yourself available for what he wants, and you’re both happy. It’s actually more likely to be satisfactory, if he also has someone else to take care of.

“The more important issue to us, isn’t the sex,” Angel interrupted. “It’s that he is here to protect us and tell us what to do. I don’t mean in nauseating detail, but in general, what needs to happen, and when. When he does that he removes tons of stress from our lives. When we satisfy his needs and meet his demands, it makes us feel that we are important and valuable to him. When he is pleased with us, it reassures us that he will remain here to be our Master.”

Justine paused a moment before concluding, “That’s not to say we don’t like or want the sex… we do! It’s wonderful, but it isn’t the main thing… and like Angel said, it’s just our good fortune that he loves us, and that it’s so easy for us to love him. None of that will change just because he continues a relationship with you, even if that relationship changes to something more intense.”

The trio fell silent for a while, Helen wrestling with her own thoughts, while Angel and Justine waited patiently for a response. Eventually Helen broke out of her reverie to say, “I’m beginning to see your point, and you both seem to be sweet girls, but I have to tell you: if Galen and I were to become lovers, I don’t think I could be happy with him having you two as well, and it’s hard to accept that you wouldn’t have the same issues.” Pausing first, she continued dejectedly, “I don’t see him giving you up either, so I guess I’ll have to settle for his friendship.”

“Your choice… and your loss!” Justine shrugged. “But friendship is better than nothing, and I hope we can be your friends too.” Angel nodded her agreement.

With the conversation flagging again, Helen felt compelled to keep things going.

“So how do you… arrange things… so that you each get a fair share of attention?” she asked.

“Well, first of all,” Angel responded, “we don’t ‘arrange’ things. We each do our best to please him, in the ways that we know how, and we are always on the alert for new ways. I know it sounds like a lot of work, but it really isn’t any different from what any woman does for her man, if she loves him.”

“His response to that,” Justine said, picking up the lead, “is that he lets us know he is pleased, in a variety of ways, very few of which actually involve sex. As far as the sex is concerned, he’s more concerned about equity and fairness than we are, so there’s no reason to squabble over time in the sack with him. Of course, when he’s been away for awhile, we both get impatient… but he’s very good at reassuring us and meeting our needs.”

“Yes,” Angel added. “He actually pays each of us more attention, that way, than either of us needs. He also helps us manage our lives, by making the hard decisions, but his concern with our happiness and well-being won’t let him exclude us from the process.

“It is very difficult for a submissive, like we are, to live on our own. We are always concerned that any decision we might make could be the wrong one. We know there are consequences to our decisions, but we can’t predict them, or know whether they are positive or negative, nor how severe they might be.

“Having a Dom to make those decisions frees us to simply live our lives, without stress, without fault, without regret – our only responsibility is to do as we are told, and there is great freedom and peace of mind for us in that.”

“Aren’t you afraid that such a person might take advantage of you, or treat you badly?” Helen asked, amazed.

“It would be foolish to ignore that there are such people in the world,” Justine answered, “but one has to weigh the possibility of abuse against the certainty of self-doubt and stress, brought on by having responsibility for making your own way in the world. Some of us are only marginally capable of the latter, and others are not at all.

“In submitting to a Master, you do the same thing that women have to do all the time – you make a decision and pray that it’s the right one. If it is, then all your problems pretty much go away. If not, you’re in big trouble. Either way, you only have to make the one decision, and everything else is taken care of.

“Angel and I were very fortunate to have been found by Galen, rather than someone more predatory. We’d have had no defense against them.”

“You certainly were,” Helen observed, shaking her head. “And it’s certainly a different outlook from what I’m used to.” she sighed. “But if we’re going to be friends, I think we should get to know more about each other…”

In general agreement on this point, they spent the remainder of the afternoon, until Mark returned home, doing just that.

I hope that wasn’t a huge mistake! Galen observed, as he guided the rental car through the tangled streets of Atlanta, worried mainly that Helen might decide to cut all ties with him.

Arriving at the drop-off location, he checked in and requested a ride back to his office. His driver was a twenty-something female… first impression indicated a college girl, underclassman, trying to make some spending money. A pretty face, but the uniform did nothing for her figure. Where did that come from? he wondered. Have I become a complete horn-dog?

Despite his internal self-flagellation, he managed to keep up with the banal conversation that she offered. No doubt she’d been trained that it was necessary for good customer relations. Dropping him at the front door of his office building, she gave him a dazzling smile, and said, “Hope to see you again soon!”

Taken by surprise, he responded with his own smile, “Perhaps you will. Have a good day.” Then he turned and entered the building.

Once inside, he began to form a mental checklist of the things he needed to accomplish there. First on the list was the need to corner his supervisor about several issues that had suddenly become important. Bruce wasn’t at his desk, but the evidence suggested that he would not be far away.

After considering the probabilities, Galen decided that his best chance of finding his quarry was in the secretarial pool. The company had hired a new girl, just before he left on assignment, and she was cute! Knowing Bruce as he did, it seemed likely that he’d be hanging around, trying to impress the new hire.

Rounding the corner of the hallway into the secretarial pool, Galen knew he’d gotten it right in one guess. His target was facing away from him, probably flirting with the secretary, but was identifiable by the loud shirt he wore. As he strode up, Galen announced presence by loudly asking, “Hey Bruce! How’s the wife and three kids?”

Bruce whirled on him, and if looks could kill, Galen would have been cold on the slab. “You know very well I only have one kid!” he retorted. “Is there something you want, besides making my life difficult?”

“Actually, there are several things. Let’s go to your office so that we can settle them without interruption.”

“Why bother? You’re gonna play hell convincing me to spend any money. Right now, I don’t know why you might think I’d care what you want!”

“All right. Fine! I’ll just fill out my trip report and turn it in. Then Monday, I’ll go directly to Charlie about things.”

“You’d go over my head?” Bruce screamed.

“You bet your ass I would, if you don’t give me the consideration I feel I deserve! I don’t even know why I bother trying to talk to you. I should have just gone straight to the partners, first. I’d bet that they’re interested in an extra quarter million dollars a month, in net profits. If not, then perhaps their competitors would be!”

“Let’s not be hasty,” Bruce replied, calming almost instantly. “Come on into my office and tell me what’s on your mind…”

It had ultimately taken a repeat of the threat to take it up with the partners, before Bruce agreed to introduce the concept at the next senior staff meeting.

Galen had to threaten him yet again, in order to get acceptance for his demand to be at the presentation. Galen’s idea wasn’t earth-shatteringly new, but it did involve a major paradigm shift in the way the company did business.

The company operated a customer service office that provided for technical support in the event of an equipment or software failure at the customer site. The weakness of the program was that it depended upon the customer to follow industry-standard best practices in operating that equipment and software. Almost none of their clients actually made any effort to do that. As a result, the technical support staff was often required to travel long distances and spend inordinate amounts of time, under emergency conditions, in order to restore a customer site to service.

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