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The seasons had started to change to the crispness of fall. The leaves on the trees where a kaleidescope of color, painted bold in the late morning sun. They had slept in that morning, cuddled up close, not wanting to start their day. With a slap to the ass to get her moving, it was off to the shower then to the kitchen to start coffee and a light brunch.

She was feeling the affects of the changes going on outside because she was behaving like a child, teasing and pestering Him until He lost patience with her and said that He was going to have to do something to wear off her extra energy today. Her eyes lit up but He wouldn’t tell her what He had planned. After telling her to change into one of her casual dresses, and to plan for a day outside, He was off to the den.

Quickly she slipped on one of her cotton dresses that buttoned up the front. It fit loosely about her body and came to mid thigh. Light pink ankle socks, to match her dress and loafers completed her outfit. Brushing her hair and putting it up in a pony tail so that it wouldn’t be in her face, she smiled at the image she saw. Perfect for a day in the out doors. As a last minute thought she grabbed a sweater in case it was cooler than she thought.

When she entered the den, He looked up from the computer with a sparkle in His eyes. She knew by that look that what ever she had expected for the day was not what He had planned. She looked down at herself and then back to Him, “Is something wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“No, it’s perfect. Are you ready?”

“Yes, where are we going?”

He chuckled as He walked toward her and tweaked her nose but didn’t say anything. After a quick kiss they were on their way.

The air was fresh and there was a slight nip to it. The sun was bright, intensifying the colors of fall. It seemed that someone had taken a paint brush and painted red, gold, brown, yellow and orange to every leaf that fought to hang onto life. They seemed to become more intense the further from the city they went. When she asked again where they were going, He told her she would find out when they got there and to stop being so nosy.

Soon they turned onto a dirt road that wound it’s way through trees and open fields. She noticed that the further they went, there were fewer and fewer houses. She hadn’t been this way before and couldn’t imagine where they were going. She noticed that there were large areas where the trees had been cut down. When she asked about this, He told her that this was a logging area and that if she looked closely, she would see the transplanted seedlings. The area would be left alone until the trees where large enough to harvest. She knew there was a mill in the next town over from where they lived, but had never ventured this far into the forest that supplied the wood to run it.

After what seemed like an hour, He turned once more onto a road that looked like it hadn’t seen a car in a very long time. There were trees on each side of the road almost overlapping overhead. Sun light danced through the branches and leaves. When He pulled over to the side of the road and got out, she just sat there not knowing what to do. He came around to her side of the car and opened the door. After she had gotten out, He opened the back door and got a very large beach towel from the back seat.

Taking her hand, He led her around to the back of the car. She looked around and just tried to absorb everything around her. It was so quiet here. No horns honking, cars driving by, the normal sounds of the city were lost here in this bit of heaven. She closed her eyes and let everything wash over her.

With her eyes closed and leaning back against the trunk, she just listened. She could hear the birds singing, the wind moving the leaves slightly. The calm and quiet were so relaxing but she felt more alive than she had in a long time. She also felt an under current in the air. Something bold and almost wild. Without opening her eyes, Pendik Ukraynalı Escort she reached out with her senses for Him. She could feel Him standing close. Hear His breathing as the tension increased. When she opened her eyes, He was standing in front of her. The heat radiating off of Him.

She reached forward, laying her hands on His chest and with a seductive smile, began to caress Him. She started to speak but He put His finger over her lips to silence her. She closed her eyes again and darted her tongue out to taste His skin. As He moved His finger down, she opened her mouth and drew His finger inside to suckle gently. Using her tongue and lips to work the appendage offered to her. When her eyes opened, they were slightly unfocused with desire. It still amazed her how His touch could affect her so. As He pulled His finger from her moist mouth, she let her teeth graze against it seductively.

He reached behind her to open the back of the truck. She tried to move out of the way but was pinned between the truck and Him. When she looked at Him questionably, He just smiled and pressed His body more firmly against hers. She could feel contact from her breasts to her hips with His body. Without thinking, she rubbed against Him and purred almost like a kitten. He ran His hands up her arms to her upper arms, gripping them firmly and twirled her around and pushed her away to arms length. He then turned back around and opened the back of the truck and laid the towel on the tail gate.

“Don’t move.” He said as He went back to the front of the truck and got something else from behind the seat. She saw the black bag He placed on the ground just out of sight then He turned to her and told her to unbutton the top and bottom 3 buttons of her dress. Very seductively she unbuttoned the top 3 then leaned forward giving Him a nice view down the front of her dress to her bare breasts inside and unbuttoned the bottom 3. When she stood back up, He placed His hands at her waist and turned her back to the tail gate.

“Hop up there my sweet little slut.”

His words excited her, He only used them when they played. Knowing how they excited her and took her to a place others may never understand. He then helped her to a sitting position on the very edge. Then leaned over and opened the bag. She still couldn’t see what was inside. When He turned back to her, He told her that He had been wanting to do this for some time. And told her that He had some new toys for her to play with.

He handed her a vibrator she’d never seen before. It was long and bent at the end. Almost like a drinking straw with an egg shaped object on the end. He then held up a small black object that looked like a car alarm. He told her that this was the control for the toy and He would be operating it, not her.

“You know what to do. Very gently I want you to start working that sweet pussy. Just barely touching on the outside only.”

Without breaking eye contact, He reached to the side of the truck and pulled one of the umbrella chairs forward, opened it and sat facing her. He reached forward and tapped the inside of her right knee. She knew that this meant for her to open them wider. Even though she had unbuttoned the bottom 3 buttons on her dress, she still couldn’t quite get them open all the way. Thank goodness the new toy was about 12 inches long and gave her enough reach to just barely caress her already wet pussy. Up and down and around she stroked. Just on the outside teasing herself, as He sat and watched. He was at the perfect height to see everything.

After about 10 minutes He told her to unbutton another button from the top and bottom and to open her legs even further. She struggled slightly with the top button since she was using her left hand. But soon had another button open. She could feel the slight breeze graze across her breast, making her skin draw into goose bumps. Now to the bottom button. This was easier to do since Pendik Üniversiteli Escort her right forearm was there to hold the dress up and give her some extra leverage.

With buttons undone, legs further apart, she watched Him as she continued to play for Him. Just as her eyes drifted closed, He hit the remote button and started the toy to slowly vibrate. She gasped and opened her eyes wide as it started to work it’s magic. After to short a time, He once again hit the remote button, turning it off. She whimpered in protest and was answered with only a smile.

She continued to play and slowly rocked her hips with every move. She stopped suddenly as she heard a car approaching on the road. When she started to pull her dress closed and get down, she was told not to stop. “No matter who should drive by, you will not stop!”

This only heightened her excitement to think of possibly being caught. The car moved on down the road never passing by their semi secluded place by the side of the road. Her heart slowed and she breathed a sigh of relief. But that was short lived. Again He hit the remote, two notches this time.

The buzzing was stronger and her eyes drifted closed, head falling back exposing her neck. Her free arm went back to brace herself so she could lean back slightly. This helped to work her dress up a little more as she rocked on the vibe. Still just teasing the outside lips of her wet, dripping pussy. She could feel her juices gathering on her thighs, legs opening even more. She could feel the need to fill the empty space between her legs and just as the vibe accidentally slipped slightly inside, it was turned off.

Panting she looked up to see Him standing now between her legs. She was so intent in her play that she hadn’t heard Him come forward. She could see the bulge of His hard cock in the front of His pants. She reached forward to stroke Him, but her wrist was grabbed before she reached it.

“No, no, no little slut. None of that for you yet.”

He reached up and unbuttoned another button on her dress. Pulling it off her shoulders and stopping below her large full breast. She attempted to pull her arms free but was pushed down, effectively trapping her arms at her sides. She still held the new toy in her hand and was told to continue.

He had her wrist restraints in His hand and placed them on each wrist, locking them together. He stepped back to view His little slut with an eye for detail. There she was laid out before Him. The sunlight through the trees painted her skin with light and shadows. Breast free to His gaze and touch, bound at arms and wrist, legs wide and open, pussy glistening with her juices. Ready for anything He pleased.

He sat back in His chair and moved forward. Pushing her legs wider as He leaned in and took a deep breath of her essence. He started on the inside of one thigh as He worked His tongue and mouth upward. Holding her hips still as she wiggled to get closer to Him. Repeating the process on the other thigh, He felt her tense as He heard another car drive by, knowing they wouldn’t be disturbed. But she didn’t know that.

She moved the toy away from her pussy to give Him ample room to play. He blew His breath over her sex. Watching as she squirmed and rocked her hips upward. He had waited almost to long to taste her. He felt as if He would explode if He didn’t sample her and soon.

Very slowly, He darted His tongue out and began to work her pussy with His tongue. Avoiding her sensitive clit as He worked deeper and deeper into her wetness. He didn’t let up. Not once. He could hear her moans and pleas for release but He wasn’t finished tormenting her. He worked one then two fingers into her wetness and slowly began to move them in and out. Working deeper with each stroke. Again He leaned forward this time to pay special attention to that most tempting little button of her sex. Knowing that as soon as He did, she would be forced over Pendik Vip Escort the edge He had kept her on for this long.

He started by blowing His hot breath over her. Watching her arch upward. Then His tongue flicked back and forth feeling the bud harden. He was ready for her now. Wanted, no needed to feel her contract around His fingers as He knew she would around His cock very soon.

He wrapped His lips around her clit and began to suck very gently. Increasing the pressure as she bucked harder against His fingers and mouth. He heard her beg for release, for Him to let her cum. He didn’t answer her yet, keeping her on the edge a little longer. He knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

He raised up slightly and gave her the words she had been waiting for.

“Cum for me my slut. Cum for me now!”

He sucked harder on her exposed clit and pumped harder into her wet pussy and He felt her tighten even more on His fingers. Her cries of release fill the air around them. He quickly removed His fingers from her and released His cock. Standing up, He entered her before she came down again. Pumping deep into her. Pumping hard and fast as she climaxed again and again. He felt the tightening in His balls and the throbbing in His cock buried deep inside her pussy as she squeezed Him, begging for His cum to fill her.

He thrust once, twice, then let loose with His own orgasm and joined her voice with His cry of release.

He fell forward onto her supple body as their hearts and breathing slowed. When He was able, He raised up and looked at the contented smile on her face. Slowly He pulled out and heard her protest. He leaned forward and told her how beautiful she was as she lay open and exposed. He helped her to sit up and then helped her down off the tail gate. He moved the towel to the ground and helped her to kneel on it. He offered her his cock to clean of their combined juices.

Just as she took the head of His cock in her hungry mouth, He heard a car drive down the road and stop. She must have heard it to because she started to pull away. He grabbed her hair and held her in place.

“Oh no little slut, you will clean me up before we leave. Don’t you dare stop or you will be punished.”

She went back to her work eagerly. Taking His semi hard cock into her mouth and licked every inch completely. Then she moved down to His balls and cleaned them just as well. He enjoyed her ministration to His cock and didn’t hurry her. When He was satisfied that she had completed her chore, He helped her to stand and bent her still bound over the tail gate. Lifting her dress to expose her beautiful full ass to the light and air.

Smack, the first blow landed firmly making her ass jiggle in the most inviting way.

“That, is for the first time you attempted to get off the tail gate when you thought someone was coming.”

Smack, again His hand made connected with her ass.

“And these, are for every time you thought to stop.” He continued to rain slap after slap down on her exposed ass. Telling her that who ever was at the end of the road watching could see her now and was enjoying this as much as He was. He didn’t stop until He saw a nice rosy glow. His hand reached down to feel her wet pussy. Rubbing hard on her clit telling her what a slut she was to become excited by being spanked in such a public way. He worked her until she begged for Him to stop. He knew she was close to another orgasm and told her He wouldn’t stop until she came again for Him. It didn’t take long until she was convulsing again and again. She lay there weak and spent. He lowered her dress and turned her over carefully. He unfastened her restraints and raised her dress back to her shoulders.

He placed kisses on each nipple before sitting beside her and holding her in His arms. They listened as the car that had been stopped, pulled away, as she cleaned the combined juices of their joining from His fingers. They looked at each other and laughed at the thought of what they had just done. Something they had talked about often and now could add to their many wonderful experiences.

Hmmm, reality or fiction?

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Getting Settled

Ethan followed me into my house to pack a few things. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he noticed the changes immediately. What was even more surprising was his reaction to them.

I was surveying the contents of my closet and marveling to myself how much easier it was to do so with all of Robert’s clothes gone when Ethan was suddenly behind me. He pressed his chest against my back with a force that caught my attention right away. He shoved the hanging clothes aside, making a clear space in front of me.

“Grab a hold of the bar and don’t let go.”

There was a menacing tone to his voice, a real sense of raw urgency that grabbed me instantly. I didn’t hesitate to do as he instructed.

He reached up and released my bra and moved his hands beneath the fabric to knead my breasts as he uttered gruff words near my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you right here in this closet.”

I released all the breath in my lungs in one huff and then buried my face in my arm.

“You can’t hide that you want it.”

I shook my head even though it was exactly what I wanted.

Ethan unbuttoned my pants to give him enough room to shove his hand into my underwear. “You are such a little liar. Your cunt is fucking soaked already.”

He unzipped my pants and stripped them down my legs along with my panties. He removed them as he slipped off my shoes, then he hoisted my left foot up onto the shoe rack, knocking several pairs of shoes to the floor in the process.

He shoved his fingers inside me and roughly fucked me. I could hear his zipper opening. I realized that he was unfastening his shorts as he worked me. Then he was entering me in one fluid motion. His swollen cock felt enormous. My body was straining to accept his thickness.

Ethan took my hair in his fist. “Let go of the bar and press your hands flat against that wall.”

I did as he asked.

“Lower. Lock your elbows.”

My hands walked down the wall until my back was almost parallel with the floor. Ethan’s steel cock sank deeper inside me and I shuddered.

“You like the way that feels, don’t you, my little slut?”

The walls of my pussy contracted at his words. I hated how it betrayed me like that. I should’ve been humiliated by the way he was fucking me. But I was only filled with a wanton desire at that point.

“I love that you want to be fucked hard. That you come this way.”

Ethan began drilling me slowly as he spoke. I could feel Every. Single. Inch. The angle was unbelievable.

“I love the way your greedy little cunt milks my cock. It’s so much more honest about what it wants than you are.”

He increased the pace and I fought to keep my elbows and knees locked in place. My foot slid along the shoe rack and I heard more shoes tumble onto the floor. My body began to tremble as my climax was approaching.

But just then Ethan slowed his pace. I whined and then quickly bit my lip. I pushed back and arched my back as much as possible to indicate I wanted him to continue.

“I know what you want, but that’s not going to work. Say it, Grace. Beg me for it.”

“Please, Ethan. Don’t stop. I want to come.”

Ethan deepened his stroke but didn’t increase the pace to where I wanted it. “More, Grace. Let me hear the slut in you.”

“Ohhhhh.” Every time he said that, it just drew me that much closer to orgasm. “Please fuck me. Give it to me hard the way I like it. Please.”

“Are you my slut?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m your slut. All yours. Please fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Ethan rammed his hips into me as he held onto my shoulder and continued at a frenetic pace. It was my undoing. I unraveled almost immediately into a wicked climax that just kept rolling over me in one delicious wave after the next.

Ethan growled his release, cursing half sentences about my milking cunt. I positively adored it that he couldn’t contain his climax because of it. It made the playing field with us a little more even, since I couldn’t seem to contain myself, either.

He pulled out of me and I started to drop my foot to the ground as I felt his cum gushing down my inner thigh. His hand was right there to stop me, though.

“No. Stay there. I want to watch my cum leak out of you.”

His voice hadn’t changed. He was still the gruff, dominant man who’d just taken me.

He fingered the wetness on my inner thighs and then ran his slick fingers all around my sex. He moved his fingers up and circled my anus. I instinctively tensed and he responded by rubbing my back. But his fingers kept moving in circles, pressing harder with each round until one of his digits was slipping in just a fraction of an inch.

“I’m not going to take you here right now. But I will. Someday soon.”

There was something about the way he announced it like that. As if I had no choice in the matter. It got me. If he’d have asked me if I wanted to have anal sex my answer would have been, without a doubt, no. But I found myself wanting Pendik escort bayan it. Because he wants it? And then it dawned on me. Because he expects it of me.

There was a difference.

I couldn’t exactly sort out why it made all the difference in the world, but I thought it had something to do with his confidence in me. It gave me strength I wouldn’t have had otherwise.

I blew out my breath and made a conscious effort to relax as he explored me there. His finger was sinking deep inside my anus. It didn’t hurt. It just felt strange. Uncomfortable; but mostly because it felt like I might release my bowels on him. After several minutes of it, that fear began to subside.

He let his finger slip all the way out and then massaged my butt cheek for a moment before his hand came down in a hard slap.

I yelped my surprise.

He swatted me again four more times in rapid succession. Hard.

This time I protested. “Owww…Ethan…”

“Do you want more?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t like whining. If you have an issue with how I handle something, you need to find the words to say it. Whining is something children and dogs do. Understand?”

I nodded my head, “I understand. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to apologize after you’ve been punished. It’s in the past now.”

Ethan directed my raised foot to the floor and lifted me toward him. He pulled off my shirt and bra and discarded them and then pulled me into his arms. His soft cotton tee shirt felt luxurious against my bare breasts.

He rubbed his cheek over the crown of my head as he held me to his chest.

“You were busy last night.”

I nodded.

“It’s an incredible turn on for me knowing that you are serving me even when we’re apart. But I hope there won’t be many more times like that. Pick up my shorts for me.”

He released his grasp on me and I knelt in front of him to lift his shorts. I realized with amusement that he had no underwear and was still standing in the leg holes. I leaned into his thighs to rub my neck against his partially stiff dick as I was pulling his shorts up his legs. I glanced up to his face and caught him grinning.

He took the waistband from my grip and zipped and fastened his shorts.

“Reach into my right pocket.”

I did as he asked and pulled out the only object there. It was a key. The key I’d left on his countertop.

“I want to be clear this time about why I’m giving this to you. I have no secrets from you. I’m not seeing anyone else. I want you in my home and in my life, Grace. Is that something you want, too?”

I didn’t have to think about the answer. My head was nodding even before I could process how I wanted to say it. “Yes, I want that, too.”

“Good. Then no more bullshit about not fitting into my world. This is my world. And I think we fit just fine, don’t you?”

I nodded and smiled up at him.

“Get dressed and packed. Quickly. It’s getting late.”

And just like that it was settled. No dramatic display, no ceremony, no formal words of commitment. He was with me and I was with him.

I gathered my things quickly, not bothering to straighten the mess we’d left in the closet. I thought we might get a kick out of it next time we were there, anyway. Whenever that is. Quite frankly, I didn’t care if I ever stepped foot in that house again. It never felt like home to me, anyway.

Ethan was chewing on something in the kitchen when I approached with an overnight bag that was obviously stuffed with more than one change of clothing.

“I’m starving.”

I nodded, “Me, too. I was going to make you dinner earlier.”

“You were? God, I’m sorry I missed that. Will you make me dinner tomorrow night?”

I nodded.

“John left me a message on my phone. They’re having a few couples over Saturday night. I texted him that we’d be there.”

“Okay. You weren’t even going to check to see if I had plans first?”

Ethan shook his head. “Nope.” He watched me intently to gauge my reaction.

I chuckled and just walked toward him. I knew it was how things were going to be with us going forward. I also knew that if I did have a legitimate scheduling conflict, he would resolve it one way or another. I didn’t have to worry about that.

Ethan held a chip to my lips and I opened my mouth to let him feed me. My stomach grumbled its appreciation loud enough for both of us to hear it.

Ethan chuckled. “Maybe we should stop at Taco Bell on the way home.”

I nodded profusely.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

***

We crashed in his bed that night, too exhausted to do anything else, and too full from the fast food we gobbled down at his kitchen counter before retiring to the bedroom.

Ethan did make it a point to gently inform me that I was not allowed to wear anything to bed. Ever. No exceptions. I tried to reason with him about a certain time of the month, which was going to be upon us in another few days, but he held his ground.

“I don’t care if I have to change the sheets every day. I’ll buy more Escort Pendik sheets.”

There were some other minor things that we worked out. They weren’t rules, exactly, more like preferences. It was no different than any other couple learning about each other and figuring out how to make living together work. Even though there was never any question as to who set the policies, I never once felt like I was being bullied into them. I even swayed him on a couple of ideas when I had a good argument.

The only difference I could detect with Ethan and I was how much sex we were having. I was literally hot for him all the time. So much different than I’d been with Robert. I almost ruined dinner Friday night because Ethan came home ravenous for sex and neither of us could wait until after we ate.

At my computer screen I read over the last sentence I’d written for the fourth time before just sighing and sitting back in my chair. Ethan looked up from the book he was reading.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m not in the mood to write right now.”

“We already discussed this.”

“I know we did, but you can’t force it.”

“I’m not forcing you to work on your book. Start a journal. A blog. Answer emails.”

“But no surfing or reading books.”

“That’s correct. Not unless the surfing involves research.”

It was still early enough in our relationship to find his gross exercise of control a little cute. I wondered just how cute I was going to think it was in another week. Or a month.

I tapped my fingernails on the keys without pressing any of them. The staccato beat was satisfying to me. I stared at my knuckles and started tapping out the beat of the song in my head. Something made me look up and across the room.

Ethan was staring blankly at me. My fingers instantly stilled. A question popped into my head.

“What am I going to wear tonight?”

Ethan didn’t hesitate to answer. “Something casual. I’ll help you pick something out.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Jeans and a t-shirt.”

“What color shirt?”

“Black.”

“What goes on at these parties?”

“Depends on who is there. Drinking. Talking. Smoking, maybe.”

“Pot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Will we be drinking and smoking?”

“I hadn’t planned on it. Is that something you want to do?”

“I like to drink socially.”

Ethan remained silent, not committing to an answer.

“Do people sometimes, you know, play?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to play?”

“I want you to watch how other couples play.”

I sat there in silence for a few moments, staring aimlessly at my screen.

“Do you have any more questions about tonight?”

I shook my head.

“Good. Because that just added fifteen minutes onto your time in that chair.”

“What? That’s not fair.” There’s no way we just talked for fifteen minutes.

“I rounded up.”

My jaw dropped and then my lips formed the word, ‘Oh’. I shifted in my seat and turned my attention to my writing.

A solid two hours later, Ethan stood over me telling me to save my work and back it up because it was time to get ready. I’d gone over my required time by 45 minutes. I wanted to keep going, but Ethan wasn’t giving me the option.

***

John and Melissa lived in an older house on one of the ‘M’ streets off lower Greenville. It was the house John grew up in. When his parents decided they’d had enough of living in that part of town, they bought a townhouse farther north and let John take over the payments.

Melissa had been living with John for over two years as his sub. They made a cute couple. He called her Mimi and doted on her as if they’d just started dating. It was hard to tell who was really in charge in that relationship. He doled out the orders, but I got the impression she held most of the power.

There were certain protocols in place that I noticed right way. John asked Ethan what we were drinking and then he told Melissa what to bring. The other dominants addressed each other but didn’t make notice of me until Ethan introduced me to them. The way they operated was so natural to them, as if this was the way all couples interacted at gatherings. I felt like I’d stepped into another country.

When we walked into the living room, the other female subs were all sitting on the floor, so naturally I followed suit. I wondered why Ethan hadn’t told me all this before we arrived, but then again, it wasn’t hard to figure out.

Melissa brought me a glass of wine. After she handed it to me, Ethan whispered to me to sip it because it was the last one I was getting that evening. He drank a coke.

I shifted my legs around a few times to find a position that was comfortable. The problem was that I wasn’t used to sitting on the floor in a skirt. It was what Ethan picked out for me to wear. I finally settled between Ethan’s calves, my weight on one hip, with my arm wrapped around his one leg and my legs curled around his other ankle. When at last I stilled, Ethan rested his hand on the back of my neck and gently Pendik Rus Escort stroked me with his fingertips. I guessed that it was his way of reassuring me. I liked it.

Melissa joined us on the floor and started chatting right away. There were actually two conversations going. The louder and deeper discussion between the Doms and the softer, almost whispered talk near ground level.

When Melissa’s boisterous voice got too loud, John would squeeze her shoulder to remind her to keep it down. I was so fascinated by the room dynamic that I wasn’t paying any attention to what was being said. Then a hushed outburst of giggles caught my attention.

One of the subs, Ginger, was relaying something that’d happened at the dungeon the weekend before. From what I could gather, having missed the first part, was that some poor girl tripped and fell into another couple. She’d been trying a new pair of platform boots and went head-first into the lap of a Mistress. Thankfully, the Mistress had a real good sense of humor. Without missing a beat, she held the girl’s head in place and asked who she should thank for the gift.

Melissa was interested in the details of who the people were so while Ginger was trying to remember names, I turned my attention to the other conversation. They were discussing some trade in sports. I didn’t recognize any of the names and couldn’t even tell which sport they were talking about.

It was just like every party I’d ever attended with Robert. All the women gathered in the kitchen to gossip while the men sat around the living room or out on the patio talking sports. Only we were all in the same room. I wrapped my arm tighter around Ethan’s calf. I like this way better.

I was still silently floating from one conversation to the next when I heard Holly’s name mentioned. My full attention turned to Melissa.

“…out on the patio. Naked. Smoking a joint.”

Ginger leaned forward and giggled. “You’re kidding?”

“No. We’ve always known Parker was a nudist, so that part didn’t surprise John.”

“Oh, wow. Wait until Sammy hears this.”

“Why?”

“She’s after Harley. Big time.”

From what I could make out, John had caught Holly at his uncle’s house. It was a relief. Not just because she had moved onto someone else, but because maybe she could settle down like she wanted. A nudist. In the country. Sounds like a match made in heaven.

It was clear that Melissa and Ginger were the sources of gossip around the circle. China, the other sub, didn’t say a word. After a few moments, though, China held out her hand and waved to the other two who immediately quieted so they could eavesdrop on the other conversation.

The topic had changed. The Doms were talking about their plans. For the evening. For all of us.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Ginger & Doc

“I thought as a warm-up, maybe Kimber here could read some of her erotica for us. Mimi has marked one of her favorite chapters. What do you say, Ethan?”

I picked up on John’s queue right away and was smart enough not to look up at Ethan. It wasn’t my decision to make.

“Yeah, she can do that.”

“Great. Mimi baby, go get your book. Do you guys want to stay here or move into the playroom?”

China’s Dom, Deke answered. “This is fine with me.”

Ginger’s Dom nodded his head. I couldn’t see if Ethan responded.

Mimi returned and handed me the book. She nonchalantly set a pen down on the floor next to me and winked. I assumed she wanted me to sign it. It was an odd thought to me. I was hardly a world-class author or anything. I was sitting on the floor of their living room, for God’s sake.

Ethan extended his hand to take my wine glass from me. I was reluctant to hand it over. I took a healthy gulp just before releasing it. Ethan’s low chuckle was barely audible.

John had changed the lighting while Mimi was retrieving the book. The lamp on the table next to Ethan provided the only substantial light source in the room, enabling me to read the text.

I flipped to the chapter that was clearly bookmarked and skimmed over it. It was from my first book so it was one I hadn’t read in awhile. I didn’t choose it for the larger group meetings because it contained a very graphic group sex scene that I just didn’t think I was ready to read out loud.

My mouth felt dry all of a sudden. I twisted my neck toward Ethan and reached my hand toward my wine.

Ethan stroked my arm and gently lowered it. “John, can I get a glass of water?”

John tapped Melissa and she hopped up to fetch a glass. It wasn’t what I had in mind. It was these small things that were the most difficult to adjust to. The larger decisions, like where we go, how we spend our time, weren’t as difficult to surrender. It just felt normal for him to decide those things. In a way, I’d always given those decisions over to whomever I was seeing. But these insignificant choices, like what I eat and drink, where I sit, what I say, were so much more awkward to give up. They’d always been my decisions to make.

Ethan hadn’t made a bad choice yet. In fact, he considered my health in his decisions far more than I had ever done. I was beginning to realize that he respected me more than I did, which was something I’d been spending a lot of time mulling over in my busy brain. I hated what that said about me.

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She saw him sitting across the bar. He was alone, probably the only single guy in the bar, although the chances that he was actually single and not just looking for something extra-curricular seemed rather remote to her. Though not conventionally attractive, there was something about the dark eyes and the arch of his brows that attracted her attention, and would not let it go. In fact, she was so absorbed in the study of him that she was not aware her date had returned from the bathroom, or wherever he had been, until he spoke her name.

“Shell?”

Shelly’s concentration was shattered at once. She looked at her date–what was his name? Jake?–and frowned. “Hi, uh…where did you go?”

Jake–yeah, that was his name–chuckled at her, mistaking disorientation for nervousness or, worse, emptyheadedness. “I told you, I just had to run to the bathroom. Did you order me another drink?”

Shelly’s gaze returned almost unconsciously to the stranger across the bar. “Yeah, I…no. No, I forgot. Sorry, Jake.”

Jake rolled his eyes, and spent the next few minutes flagging down the bartender and ordering some sort of cocktail. Shelly found herself unable to care. The stranger was now observing her, the realization of which sent a thrill through her and left her both nervous and excited, like she might have felt on a first date with someone who was obviously out of her league. Then, as she watched, the stranger gave her a slow, quiet smile, then raised his glass to his lips and emptied it. He gave her a wink, then rose and left the bar.

Shelly felt irrationally disappointed. She couldn’t bring herself to really listen to whatever drivel her date was spewing at her–all she could think about were those dark eyes. She found she could not really recall any other features of this stranger, though she had the impression of a smaller figure. No, not small, and not thin–compact, perhaps. Well-built. Masculine, but not overly or unnecessarily so.

These thoughts drifted through her mind throughout the next half-hour or so, at which time Jake seemed to realize rather abruptly that his date was not the least bit interested in what he was saying, or his hand on her thigh, or in fact anything about him.

“Shelly? Are you feeling all right?” He struggled to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Shelly looked at him, alarmed and thinking quickly. “Oh, Jake, you know, I haven’t really been feeling very well the past couple of days. I didn’t want to say anything, though, because I didn’t want to have to cancel our date.”

She would never know whether Jake saw through her charade or not, although she suspected he did. His goodbye was stiff and unfriendly, and although he offered to walk her to her car, she knew it was only out of obligation. That was just as well–this was only a second date, and she had never really expected it to go anywhere anyway. She said goodnight and excused herself to go to the restroom before heading out to her own vehicle.

She was halfway down the long, sparsely-lit corridor leading to the ladies’ room when the stranger came suddenly from behind an alcove (what a terrible design, she thought vaguely) and pinned her up against the wall. One hand was on her hip, the other cradling her neck, his thumb resting against her skull in the little crevice just behind her earlobe. She remembered being distinctly aware that he was rubbing her there gently, almost tenderly.

“I saw you watching me,” he said softly, his lips inches from hers. She had expected an accent when she spoke, possibly eastern European, but there was none.

“You’re hard to miss,” she said, trying not to panic.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “Unless you want me to.”

She had been avoiding his gaze–she was too panicky–but at those words her eyes flicked up, startled, and met his. That slow smile crept again over his lips.

“I think you want to invite me back to your place,” he said then. “I think you would be more comfortable there.”

Shelly frowned. This was ridiculous. “Why would I–“

“Shh.” He placed a finger over her lips. Her hip ached where his hand had been. “I know you want to. Think about it.”

He released her, and then he was walking back down the hall toward the bar, and she was stumbling towards the bathroom, not drunk but aroused and confused and frightened and excited. She locked the door behind her and propped herself up on the sink to keep from collapsing.

She met her own eyes in the mirror, afraid of the eagerness she saw there.

“What are you doing?” she asked herself. And then she was out of the bathroom, and down the hallway, and she had met up with him before he was even able to sit back down at the bar.

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—

Shelly struggled a little, almost experimentally, and found herself quite unable to move. Her arms were spread (though not uncomfortably so) to either side, secured at the wrist with cuffs made of something that felt a bit like leather or PVC. These cuffs were affixed to her own headboard with similar-looking straps. Glancing down, she saw identical cuffs, if somewhat wider, wrapped around both her ankles and her thighs, spreading her legs wide.

Looking down, she discovered that she was not naked as she had anticipated, but what little clothing she did have on was sparse. A pair of white thong panties and a matching white bikini hid precious little flesh. In fact, the material was so thin that she could see quite clearly the outline of her dark nipples beneath the tiny white triangles. The air was cold, and she could feel them beginning to harden.

The stranger had blindfolded her the minute they reached her place, before they had even left her car, and the blindfold had remained on until he had dressed her and tied her up. She had never done anything more dangerous or erotic in her life. Strangly enough, she felt no fear, just a strange, intense anticipation.

Her bedroom door opened. Shelly looked up and found herself once more entranced by those dark eyes. The same naked desire was still burning in them, quietly, almost languidly. Shelly suddenly understood that he was going to make this last all night.

He crossed the room to her right side and tugged gently at her wrist. A smile of satisfaction flickered across his mouth. After a cursory check of the other restraints, he turned to her.

“The safe word is ‘squid’. Understand?”

Shelly’s eyebrows rose, but she fought back a smile. Safewords were something she had never bothered with, if only because they were silly and somewhat embarrassing by nature. So she forced herself to nod–if this guy liked ‘squid’, then ‘squid’ was just fine by her.

“Good.” The stranger reached out and stroked the side of her face. “Good girl.”

Abruptly he slapped her. There wasn’t much force behind it, but it startled her enough that she let out a yelp. That made him smile. He stroked her face again where he had hit her, and let his fingers trail down her jawbone to her throat, then down to her collarbone. Shelly shivered.

His fingers grasped the thin strap of her bikini top. He jerked the string abruptly, causing her right breast to jiggle. He shook it a little harder, and Shelly felt her nipples rub against the fabric. She let out a little exhale of pleasure.

Suddenly he grabbed her nipple through the fabric and squeezed, hard. Shelly yelped again, mostly out of surprise, and steeled herself against the pain. He pulled her nipple away from her body, bringing her heavy breast with it. He shook her nipple gently back and forth, then released it. Her heavy tit flopped back down onto her chest. Shelly’s nipple was rock-hard and pulsing. Her pussy was damp.

The stranger disapppeared for a moment from Shelly’s view. He returned quickly with a pair of scissors. Shelly sucked in a startled breath as he played the metal tip over her swollen nipple, and for a moment she was truly afraid. Then he sliced the fabric of bikini top and tossed the scissors aside Shelly’s breasts tumbled into view. They were large–too big for her frame, the other girls at school had always told her–and her nipples were both hard. She felt a sudden urge to cover herself, although of course she could not, and suffered instead a strange feeling of humiliation.

The stranger seemed to notice. “Look at you, just lying there half-naked with those big tits. What a little slut.”

Shelly’s face reddened, but she also felt her pussy twitch.

The stranger cupped one of her tits in his hand but did not squeeze. “What are these, like D cups or something? Only fat girls have tits that are naturally this big. These have got to be fake.”

He squeezed. Shelly let out an involuntary moan, which made him smile again.

“They sure don’t feel fake.” He squeezed harder, kneading her large jug. He leaned down over her chest and spat on her nipple, then grabbed the hard nub between his fingertips and rolled it, stroked the tip. Shelly moaned a little louder.

“Good girl,” the stranger murmured. He grabbed her left breast with his other hand and pushed the two jugs together. He leaned over again and spat in between them, then rubbed them together so they became slick and wet.

Suddenly he climbed onto the bed and straddled her, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big–of course Pendik Gecelik Escort it was big–and curved away from him, rather than towards him. Shelly had seen this before, but it still caused her mild surprise. She watched as he pushed her tits together and slid that big dick in between them. Although the act wasn’t exactly pleasurable, Shelly found it extremely erotic. Besides, the way he stroked her nipples as he fucked her was very pleasurable.

Shelly found herself craning her neck to get close enough to lick the tip of his dick as it surfaced. He moaned enthusiastically. Encouraged, she managed to get her lips wrapped around the head of his cock each time he thrust forward. It made a wet little popping sound each time it slipped back out.

After a few more thrusts, the stranger stopped. “You’ve been such a good little girl, I’m going to give you a reward. But first–“

He released her tits and climbed forward until he was straddling her chest. Shelly instinctively opened her mouth and he slid his cock in. Moaning around his shaft, she pushed her head forward, trying to swallow more and more of it. She found with delight that because of the way his cock was angled, she could slide it deep into her throat without much difficulty. Soon his pelvis was pressed against her face and she was swallowing around a cock buried literally balls-deep in her mouth.

He pulled out when Shelly started gagging. Tears streamed down her face, but her pussy was soaking wet. The stranger stroked her face again, admiringly, and smiled. “Your turn.”

When Shelly had recovered, she found he had settled in between her thighs. Her pussy twitched again in anticipation.

He didn’t touch her immediately. Rather, he rested his head on his hands casually and observed, “You seem to have wet yourself.”

Shelly felt panicky for a moment, thinking she had lost control of her bladder. Then she realized he must only be referring to the juices that had been leaking out of her pussy since he had started playing with her nipples.

“Only dirty girls wet themselves,” he continued, his tone darkening. “Are you a dirty girl?”

Shelly shook her head. This seemed to upset him.

“You’re lying there half-naked with your legs spread, you little slut,” he growled. “Even if I hadn’t just had my cock down your throat, I’d say that qualifies as pretty fucking dirty.”

He stood up, grabbed his cock. It was still hard, though somewhat less than before. The stranger knelt on the bed between her legs, and Shelly was suddenly quite sure he intended to fuck her right then. She closed her eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment. She was horny enough, sure, but hadn’t he promised–

Suddenly her pussy felt very warm and wet. Shelly’s eyes snapped open, and she gasped. He wasn’t going to fuck her–he was pissing on her.

His lovely dark eyes met hers. “Dirty girls get pissed on.”

Abruptly he aimed the arc of his stream up and over her belly, then across her tits. She felt tiny droplets splashing her face and throat. The smell was strong and acrid. She turned her head to escape it, but there was nowhere she could go.

The stream stopped. “Turn towards me and open your mouth,” he said evenly.

She looked at him with panicked eyes. “Please–“

This seemed to spark something inside him. He leapt on top of her and grasped her chin with one hand, the other still holding his dick, and jerked her head so that her eyes met his. “Use the safeword, you little slut…or open your mouth.”

Shelly knew he had defeated her. She would not use the safeword. It wasn’t that she felt silly or embarrassed–she was just too proud. She looked for a long moment into those dark eyes, now clouded with anger, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

It was just a little trickle at first. She swallowed it and found it not nearly as vile as she had expected. Then a whole torrent came, and she nearly choked. She closed her throat to keep herself from swallowing any more, and instead let the piss fill up her mouth and spill out down the sides of her face. He pissed and pissed for what seemed like forever, until finally the stream slowed to a trickle, and at last he was shaking the remaining drops onto her face. She flinched.

The stranger stroked the side of her face, wet with his own piss. “Good girl. Now you really will get your reward.”

Spitting out a mouthful of urine onto the bedspread, Shelly watched him climb down between her thighs again. He reached up and grasped the tiny strip of fabric of her panties just above her mound and tugged experimentally. The piss-soaked fabric had been warm at first, but now it was cold and clammy against her skin. Pendik Genç Escort She shivered again.

“We’ll have to get this off you, won’t we?” he asked softly, but he did not immediately remove the panties. Instead, he continued to tug on them with sharp little jerks, pulling them tauter and tauter against her flesh. The wetness of the panties and the slipperiness of her juices encouraged the thin strip of fabric to work its way in between the lips of her pussy. Shelly could feel it, like a crude violation.

It certainly didn’t escape the stranger’s notice, either. “Look at that,” he said. “Look at how those panties slide right in between those fat pussy lips like dental floss.”

Shelly felt shame and embarrassment wash over herself. She knew her pussy lips were a little fleshy, but no one had ever gone so far as to call them fat.

She felt a finger stroke one of her lips. “Oh, what a dirty girl you are,” came the voice again. “So thick and fleshy and nasty. Who would want to put his dick in that?”

He grasped both lips and spread them wide, exposing her pink pussy except for the thin white floss that still ran over it. He pulled the lips away from her body, then pushed them together, wrapping the thong in between. With one hand he gripped both lips and jiggled them a little. Shelly felt, in spite of her own humilition, a thrill of pleasure. The thong was rubbing against her hardened clit, sure, but it was more than that. The degradation was beginning to turn her on.

“I can see your fucking juices leaking out from between these big meaty lips,” he said, almost in awe. “It’s just fucking dribbling out of you.”

Abruptly he reached for the scissor, and cut the waistband of the panties. Though she wanted to look away, she couldn’t, and Shelly watched as her fleshy pussy held the panties securely in place, deep in the crevice of her pussy.

“Nasty, isn’t it?” the stranger said with a wink.

He peeled her lips apart with a small wet sound. Then he took the two first fingers of his right hand and pushed the thong into her pussy. Shelly gasped, first from the unexpected sensation and second from humiliation as the panties disappeared a few inches at a time until they were almost completely buried inside her. Only one end of the waistband remained, hanging out of her like a tampon string. He tugged on this string just enough to move the panties around inside her. Shelly was startled by the pleasure it caused her.

The stranger chuckled. “Now, little girl, I finally get to taste you.”

He leaned forward and Shelly let out a moan as his tongue lovingly stroked those lips he had just degraded. He sucked each one delicately into his mouth, getting her flavor, tasting his own piss. He worked his way up to the hood over her clit, licked it, sucked on it. He reached up and gently pulled the hood back, and there was her clit. He licked it gently, made her squirm involuntarily. Licked it again, coaxed it into his mouth and sucked on it.

He was sucking on her clit, tickling it with his tongue, when suddenly with one hand he yanked the panties out of her wet pussy. Shelly yelped. His thumb replaced his tongue for a moment as he rose up over her and pushed the panties gently into her open mouth. She was so aroused that she didn’t protest–in fact, if she were being honest, the smell and taste turned her on more than a little. She accepted the panties into her mouth and moaned into them as his mouth returned to her pussy.

As he licked and sucked on her hard clit, he slid one finger into her now-empty pussy. He stroked it in and out, slow at first, picking up speed as she tried to arch her hips to meet his thrusts. He added a second finger, then took his mouth off her pussy as he began to fuck her in earnest. Shelly was moaning loudly now, though her sounds were muffled by the panties.

The stranger curled his fingers just so and began pounding her pussy almost painfully. Shelly ignored the pain. She was on the verge of orgasm, an orgasm she could never give herself, no matter how many toys she tried. All of her focus was on the fingers inside her, and that feeling, that feeling–

Shelly screamed into the panties, and came. Juices squirted out of her pussy, splashing all over his hand and forearm, wetting the bedspread, soaking her thighs. He kept pumping his fingers, and she kept cumming, squirt after squirt, until she spat out the panties and begged him to stop.

The stranger chuckled at the desperation in her voice, and stopped fucking her. He left his fingers inside her pussy, however, and his tongue returned to her clit. Shelly could not buck him off–she could barely move–but she begged him to stop. It was too much, too much, too–

Again she came. She didn’t squirt this time, but viscous pussy juice immediately leaked out of her abused pussy around his fingers, running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the bed beneath her. His tongue followed the trail of her juices.

It was going to be a long night.

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MS. RHONDA’S FINISHING SCHOOL FOR GURLS (Chapter Three)

I could not remember the last time I awoke with a beautiful gurl in my bed but I could certainly get used to it. I found myself spooning my submissive maid and when I placed a gentle kiss on her neck she turned her head and gave me a sleepy, but beautiful smile.

Returning the same, I hugged her as I said, “Good morning beautiful. I can’t tell you how pleased I am with how you served last night Patricia. You made me so proud young lady.” You could see her beam with the compliment, her desire to please me not only in her submissive service but it also seemed in my bed leaving her glowing. Last night had been wonderful and I hoped it had been the same for her.

“Did you enjoy your play with Sandra my dear?”

Her eyes shone with delight in reply. “Very much so Miss. It was fun to see she had such a playful side to her as well.”

“Have you given any thought to what you’re going to be looking for now Patricia? Do you desire a permanent Owner? I have a feeling I will be hearing back from Sandra soon for either another playdate or possibly more.”

Her face was so cute as it crinkled a bit in concentration before saying, “I would welcome a chance to serve her again Miss Rhonda but at the moment I’m very happy here with you and Mr. Randolph. It gives me the opportunity to feel helpful around the house and when you ask me, at the store as well. At the moment, that’s what I truly enjoy.”

I have to admit, I was thrilled and had hoped she would say that as I gave her another kiss, enjoying how she felt pressed up against me. “Very well then, we need to discuss payment then.”

I felt her tense up as she said softly, “I’m afraid as I said, I don’t have much money Miss, but I will repay you.”

I laughed as I hugged her tightly saying, “No silly. We need to discuss a salary for you. IF you’re going to be a member of my staff, both here and at work, then you need to be properly compensated for it. This way I have my hooks in you my lovely,” as I let out an evil laugh and she giggled.

By the time we got up and were finally presentable it was mid-morning and I wanted to get to work. I had plans for Abby I needed to see to and I was thrilled to be accompanied by my newest employee, the young maid so pretty sitting beside me as we pulled up to the store. She went in, picking up her basket, knowing what I desired her to do without asking. Meanwhile I stepped out onto the floor to greet the other members of the staff and to see if anyone I knew was browsing.

As I walked around I saw an unfamiliar face, a beautiful woman, obviously a genetic girl who seemed to be observing those in the store as much as she was looking at the items I had for sale. Her hair was the color of midnight, it flowed down her back in a single ponytail and her figure was one that many of my customers along with me would have sold our souls for. Our eyes met and she gave me a nod which I returned. There was something about her that caught my interest and I was intrigued as she moved on, seeing how gracefully she carried herself. She exuded for me a look which said I am comfortable in my own skin, I know what I want and I will have it. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling like I’d seen a soul not unlike my own. Little did I know how right I was.

It was approximately thirty minutes later that Michelle stopped in the office, a bit of a smile playing across her lips. “Rhonda, you might come take a look at this.”

I gave her a questioning look but followed as we stepped out to see Patricia and my mystery shopper seemingly in deep conversation. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was they were sharing but I trusted my student to act properly. Based on the look of the dark haired beauty face and the kind smile she was sharing with her, my gurl was doing just that. It was only when Patricia saw me that she surprised the woman by taking her hand and leading her my way.

The woman was dressed beautifully in a tasteful blouse and skirt though the silk garment seemed to be holding back the promise of the well-endowed beauty. As they drew closer, I saw a pair of brown eyes which seemed to be the color of chocolate and it was easy to see how you could be drawn to them and to her. The look she gave me was a warm one as I gave her my best smile as Patricia said, “Miss Rhonda this is Missy. Missy, this is my Owner, Miss Rhonda.”

She surprised me, her voice sounding eerily familiar to Pendik Anal Escort my own as I heard, “I’ve heard many wonderful things about you Miss Rhonda. One of my acquaintances, Brandy, tells me that you’ve helped many of these young ladies to find the strength to embrace their roles and their positions in life. I can see now why your store is not only a safe haven for many but also a wonderful place to meet new friends such as your beautiful submissive.”

Patricia couldn’t help but blush and I looked closely at the rather well-spoken lady who I now stood across from. I wondered if perhaps it might all be an act, similar to the one that Brenda might use, but instead her sincerity and the way her eyes looked into mine it was as if she was telling me something. I felt the smile on my face widen as she did the same as I reached out and gave her a hug and was delighted to hear her whisper in my ear, “You really should be quite proud of her.”

When we broke the embrace she spoke again saying, “Patricia said you might have a moment or two to speak to me concerning one of your charges, a young gurl named Abby. Would that be possible Miss Rhonda?”

“Of course Missy, but only if you call me Rhonda, please?”

Her smile again made her look even more beautiful though to be honest it was hard to do. I saw up close now what I had witnessed from afar. She had a way about her to make any submissive feel special and she certainly knew a fellow dominant when she saw one. It was rare to meet a woman who could move to easily from one realm to the other but she did it effortlessly. I started to turn to ask Patricia something only to see the young gurl had already anticipated it as I heard a gentle laugh. “She knows what you require before you even say it Rhonda. The two of you fit well together.”

As we entered my office, I motioned to a chair and as she sat down I said, “I have a feeling that Brandy has spoken to you about Abby and her rather unique desire?”

Her eyes danced with delight as she replied. “Brandy is a very sweet and kind woman. She was so impressed with Abby that by the time she was done telling me everything I wanted to speak to you concerning her. I consider Brandy to be an animal lover or enthusiast, while I am more of an animal Trainer. There is a huge difference between the two.”

My face must have shown the question in it as she smiled saying, “I’m aware this is your initial foray into a rather select world Rhonda, one dealing in pet play. It is not nearly as well spread as many of the other kinks that are involved in the realm of BDSM but it can be, as Brandy said, extremely rewarding for both the Owner and the animal.”

I sensed Abby had moved into position but she didn’t walk in until Missy had finished speaking, serving both of us glasses of wine, her presentation up to her usual standards as the dark haired dominant complimented her. “Thank you very much Patricia. Miss Rhonda is a very lucky woman to have such a beautiful gurl as you that is so attentive to her needs and that of a guest.”

She accepted the words, her face showing her gratitude as she started to move away only to hear, “Rhonda, would it be possible for Patricia to stay here with us? If you will allow it, I have a question or two I would like to ask her in a moment.”

I nodded as the submissive maid moved close to me, kneeling down and waiting as the woman sitting across continued. “Brandy’s exuberance concerning Abby’s performance has left me feeling conflicted. I have looked for quite some time to find a submissive that enjoys both a D/s relationship and also the possibility of pet play without success. The problem arises in the fact that she might be too good at what she does, in who she is, for me. I am a Trainer and I most enjoy having someone with a bit of a, shall we say, rough edge for me to refine and to mold into what I require.”

I nodded, but if I would have been able to see it, I would have seen the troubled expression which fell across the young gurl’s face that knelt beside me.

“Might I ask your submissive now a question or two, perhaps get her opinion on this matter.”

“Of course. Patricia you will answer this woman’s questions to the best of your ability. Please give her the respect she is due and of course, answer her with your honesty.”

Missy’s voice was kind as the young maid stood, making her way over to where the stunning creature sat as she waited to hear, “My dear, have you had a chance to speak to Abby concerning her desires, especially about her role as an animal?”

Patricia stood straight, her hands clasped in front of her, while her eyes remained lowered in respect. Her voice as always soft, the words carefully chosen. “Yes Miss, Abby shared with me a few words after her meeting with Miss Brandy.”

“Well then, I’m interested in what you have to say. Do you think this for Abby is all part of a game, part of her persona as a submissive?”

There was a second or two Pendik Yaşlı Escort pauses before she heard “Abby was the happiest I had ever seen her after her time with Miss Brandy. I could see it in her eyes; she had the same look I had when I was given a chance to actually be who I wanted to be. The time she had may have been limited but it brought her the same joy I have found in being the maid I had always dreamed of being. It is no game to Abby. It is simply who she is, who she wants to be.”

“Why do you think she has such a unique desire dear?”

“Miss, for me to answer that is like you asking Abby why I would want to be a submissive sissy French Maid. She may not understand why someone would want to be put in such a position which holds the promise of being looked down upon by others without knowing how it completes me. I think Abby is just like me. We’re a puzzle which isn’t finished until a vital piece is put in place. For her, its being an animal and once that piece fits, then she is free to embrace Abby, all of her.”

Patricia missed the silent exchange between the two of us, the nod which showed such understanding and I realized she was playing an important role in not only possibly Abby’s development but in my submissives as well. The smile we shared was one only true dominants could understand.

“Very well said Patricia, thank you for your answers and your honesty.” I thought the young woman would move back to kneel beside me but she hesitated, something not lost on either of us. Once again we looked at one another and I gave Miss my silent approval as she stood, her voice still showing kindness as she spoke. “Young lady, if you have something to add, something which might help me in my decisions concerning this pet, then please feel free to speak. I respect and value your opinion or I would not have asked for it in the first place. Say what you will Patricia.”

I think she surprised both of us as her eyes looked up, tears welling in them as she spoke. “Please Miss; do not turn Abby away because she is perfect in her presentation. We are alike in many ways but when I first started I failed at even the simplest of tasks but Miss Rhonda took a chance on me and she’s given me the confidence to stand before you today. Don’t punish Abby by not giving her the same chance even if she isn’t as you said, rough around the edges. I know how happy she could make you and more importantly, how happy you could make her.”

With that, her head lowered but Missy wasn’t having any of that. She lifted her chin, forcing her eyes which now showed the tears flowing freely as she pulled the young gurl into her arms. She gave her a warm embrace, as Patricia did the same as she heard, “You are wise beyond your years young lady. Miss Rhonda has found not only a wonderful maid but also a dear, sweet, kind young woman whose heart knows no boundaries. I must admit, I’m a bit jealous.”

She gave me a wink and I smiled in reply as she released the maid who walked back over to kneel beside me. By the time she was in position it seemed a decision had been made.

“Rhonda, with your permission I would like to meet with Abby and you at a time and location of your choosing. I want her to be in a place where she knows she is safe so that I can observe and talk to her about what her needs, wants and desires are. Feel free to have Patricia join us if you think that will help not only the gurl but also the animal inside her to be at their very best.”

We set a time and place, the next Saturday at my home, and after hugs had been given all around Missy departed. I hoped Saturday would not be the last time our paths would cross as I felt as if I had found not only an equal but also a woman whose thoughts about the world we lived in would be similar to those which ran through my own mind. As I said, a possible kindred spirit.

I must have known after having such a special evening and the promise that today had delivered that things at one time or another would take a turn for the worst. Helen, Patricia and Deidre were in the office with me when sure enough, it was about an hour later that DeeDee walked in saying, “We…have a problem.”

She walked over motioning to the monitor which showed the woman who, when I last saw her, had been on her knees and had vowed that our paths would cross again. Sure enough like a bad dream, she had resurfaced and this time she wasn’t alone. The man standing behind her was huge, almost filling the screen and to my friends surprise she saw the smile which came to my face. Deidre and I already had a plan in place and since those involved already knew their parts I had Helen go out to bring our guests back to my office.

When she escorted them in she managed to keep a straight face seeing I wasn’t the one behind the desk. Instead it was my co-conspirator Deidre who stood, beckoning to a chair which Brenda sat down in as if she owned the establishment, while her rather large companion stood behind Pendik Zenci Escort her.

“I’m sorry Miss but Rhonda is busy at the moment. I’m her executive assistant Deidre; perhaps I might be of assistance to you?”

The blonde dismissed her with a wave saying, “Unless you have the authority to return my property that your employer stole then no, I fail to see where you can be of any assistance whatsoever. I demand the young man Patrick be returned to me immediately. So I suggest you run along and tell your owner that Mistress Brenda does not like to be kept waiting.”

“Patrick? I’m not aware of any…oh, you must mean Patricia. She is such a beautiful young gurl and she’s come so far since Miss Rhonda rescued her from that dreadful woman she told me about. I can’t remember…what did she call her? Oh yes, a mad dog who should probably be put down. Her name sounds so familiar. As a matter of fact, it sounds a lot like yours.”

The green eyed witch glared at her, speaking in a threatening tone saying, “I would choose your words very carefully bitch. My associate Jackson, does not like it when people do not show me the proper respect I should be given.”

The man mountain that stood behind her didn’t move but his eyes locked on Deidre’s as she smiled at him saying “Well then he’s probably really not going to like what I say next. You’re worse than a cur; you’re a coward who hides behind others because she’s afraid of getting her hands dirty. As for your…associate, he’s so muscle bound I’d be surprised if he can reach his dick with either hand. Is that respectable enough for you…BITCH?”

She almost snarled saying, “Jackson, please teach this cretin a lesson as to what happens when people of her ilk cross my path.”

He took two steps toward her only for Deidre to stand and say, “Wait a minute Jackson, what is that?”

She pointed directly at his crotch and as he looked down, he saw the laser light held steady just between his legs and when he looked up he saw me after I had stepped out from behind the dark curtain. I gave him my most brilliant smile, my Glock in hand as I said, “Hey there Jackson. I’d ask how they’re hanging but from what I can tell they’re shrinking.”

I saw a mixture of anger and surprise fill his face as I grinned before continuing. “Your employer has put you in a very bad situation here dear boy. I see one of three ways in which this goes down, and I’ll speak slowly so both of you understand.”

“One, you take off that extremely ugly sport coat so that everyone can see that shoulder holster you have on your left side. Next, you take your pinky finger, which I’m betting after all those steroids your body has endured is about the size of the dick Deidre referred to, and you pull out that .38 special you think you’re hiding. I fail to understand why a man feels like he needs such firepower but then again it’s probably to compensate for that small…well, you know.”

Now he was seething, his chest heaving as I calmly continued. “Then, you’re going to put it down on the ground and kick it over to me before you have a seat next to woman who holds your choke collar.”

“Or, we can explore the second option. It gets kind of messy.” I let my eyes bore into his as I said, “I can see in your eyes that you’re contemplating doing something really stupid, like showing your boss here what a brave soldier you are. You think you can get to your gun before I can shoot you and like I said, that would be extremely foolish on your part. Here’s why. The police will eventually come and they’ll find me here in this spot saying it was self-defense. My associate will still be sitting there and she will say the same thing. Now Brenda here by then will probably be desperately in need of a new pair of knickers, having pissed her pants when I shot you, but in the end she will say it was cold blooded murder. Now, I know neither of you are highly educated so let me do the arithmetic for you. Two against one, we win, she loses and you’re still dead.”

Now I saw a look of apprehension on his face and it was time to put an end to this. “Or, we can go with what’s behind door number three which is”, as I moved quickly, shoving the barrel of the gun directly into his crotch. “YOU CAN TAKE OFF THAT UGLY ASS COAT, PUT YOUR FUCKING GUN ON THE FLOOR, KNEEL BESIDE THAT BITCH THAT YANKS YOUR CHAIN AND QUIT PISSING ME OFF!”

A few seconds later it was obvious that Jackson was in desperate need of a fresh pair of panties but I was afraid we didn’t have any in his size. I gave Deidre a grin as the behemoth sat on the floor, all the fight having gone out of him. Meanwhile, Brenda’s face was a lovely shade of gray, her bravado seeming to have vanished as quickly as her bodyguard’s testicles had. “Well, now that we have that nasty piece of business out of the way why don’t we settle the rest of this in a civilized manner? Patricia, would you step out here dear?”

The maid appeared from behind the same curtain I had and it gave me enormous pleasure to see the look on Brenda’s face to see the vision she had become. I let her drink that in for a moment before saying, “Patricia, I know we’ve had this discussion before but since our guests here are late to the party, why don’t we bring her up to speed?”

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I was in a good mood when I walked through the front door because I had finished work early for the first time in ages. I was going out for a meal with Steve, my husband to celebrate his promotion to district manager. I had been planning this evening in my head for weeks, deciding what to wear and how and when to give Tom his present. I took a bath and got ready for our evening out. I had bought him a rather expensive watch for when he got promoted but somehow I thought of a far more interesting gift.

You see, I recently discovered my husband’s fetish for women’s panties. I first began exploring his fetish after noticing how turned on he would get when I walked around in nothing but my panties. He would walk around with a hard on and would jump at the opportunity to lick my pussy through the silky fabric. It’s been a couple months since then and I now have him wearing his own panties every day. We have been on shopping trips together to buy him panties and I sent him on a panty scavenger hunt recently that was a hit, for both of us. Now I needed something special for him since he has treated me so well recently.

Steve arrived home around six o’clock and I could tell that he had a long day so I undressed him and got him in the shower to help relieve some of the days stress. While he was unwinding I laid out his clothes for the night, dark slacks, a white shirt and his favorite coat and tie. Of course I picked out my favorite panties for him to wear, a black satin pair with red trim and a flower embroidered on the side of them. I loved the way that the hugged his cock which always seemed to keep him nice and horny as evidenced by the wet spot that often formed at the tip of his cock.

When we arrived at the restaurant and we were given a secluded table at the back. It was a cozy and discrete table where we could talk intimately without anyone being able to overhear us. We ordered and had a bottle of wine while we perused the menu. I didn’t want to order a large appetizer because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to finish my dinner. Steve was still trying to decide if he wanted anything when I reached into my purse and handed him his present.

“Here you go honey, this may make it easier for you to make up your mind. It may be just the appetizer that you are looking for. Go ahead and open it, let me know if you like it, I picked it out weeks ago and thought that this would be the perfect time to give it to you,” I said.

Steve took the box and shook it trying to figure out what may be inside before opening it. “Hmm, what did you get for me this time sweetheart,” he asked.

“I don’t think that you will get this one. I wanted to do something special for you tonight since you have been such a good husband to me, I hope that you enjoy it…go on and open it,” I told him.

He untied the bow carefully and then ripped into the paper, balling it up and placing it next to him on the table. He opened the box quickly and pulled out the tissue paper a little too hard, because a black garter belt fell out of the box and landed in his lap and he was left holding a pair of black thigh high stockings in his hand.

“Whoa, I can not believe you didn’t warn me about this…” he said as he dropped the box into his lap and tucked the garter between his legs as he looked around to be sure that no one saw him. “I think that maybe this one should have waited until we got home.”

“Well, I’ve got to disagree, I expect you to be wearing them before our dinner gets here. If not, I guess that you will be missing out on my desert when we get home. Now you may excuse yourself and don’t take too long my little Pantyboy,” I said with a serious look on my face.

He looked around the room again a little embarrassed, to be sure that no one had seen what I bought him as he tucked it back into the box and headed to the men’s room without saying a word to me. I ordered for the two of us and he returned to the table about ten minutes later. I watched him as he walked back to the table and I could tell that he was worried about someone being able to tell what he was wearing under his slacks. I looked too and I could see a larger than normal bulge in the front of his pants and maybe a small outline of the garters that were now holding his stockings in place. I purposely didn’t talk about his trip to the bathroom and our dinner arrived moments later. The meal was fantastic and we were both full by the time dessert was offered. We decided to split a piece of chocolate cake and some coffee.

A wicked smile crossed my face and in the discrete privacy of the darkened restaurant I placed a hand under the table and ran my fingers across his legs until I found one of the garters and then and up the seam of his pants until I found a large bulge in the front of his panties. He was really enjoying this.

“How do they feel?” I asked.

“Honestly, Pendik Türbanlı Escort I’ve got to say they feel pretty sexy on my legs and these garters are just driving my dick wild. I really feel very sexy and I can not wait to get home, bend you over the bed and fuck your brains out tonight,” he said with sheer determination.

“I want to feel them on you and see if you are really that horny right now,” I said. I scooted closer and reached across to his zipper. I unzipped it and felt the exposed satin in the front of his panties. I could just see the outline of his stiff prick in the dim light and I ran her fingernails over his panties before slipping my hand into his slacks while cupping and stroking his silky crotch. I could see from his expression that he was very aroused.

“Hmm….you do feel nice and hard. You really are stretching out the front of your panties. I bet it would feel nice to run my lips over them too. Would you like that,” I asked with a smile on my face.

“Jesus, I can’t we wait until we get home,” he replied.

He grabbed the check and paid for dinner and the ride home was a fast one. I knew that he was thinking about how sexy his new garter and thigh highs were making him feel. I leaned over the armrest and caressed his hard cock after unzipping his zipper and pulling his pants down to his knees. He was sitting there in his new ensemble with a raging hard on. I began to caress his swollen cock and within a minute or two his hips were moving with my hand and each stroke that I made.

He moaned a little, “Honey, you really need to stop because I don’t think I can last until we get home.”

I was now even more determined and I reached up my skirt and took off my own satiny panties and held them up in front of him. I made sure that he watched me as I began using them to rub his own panties again. The feeling of satin on sating was too intense for him and he gave into his urges as evidenced by the large mess he made in the front of his panties!! His black satin panties were soaked in the front and I could see and feel the warmth of his cum dripping down the side of his cock. The look on his face was sheer amazement that he had an orgasm so quickly.

“Oh my goodness Pantyboy, that was fast. I can’t believe that you came so quickly. You really messed up your panties didn’t you. I really hope that your cock will be able to recover by the time that we get home because I have plans for it to be put to use,” I told him.

The look on his face was one of disbelief, “I had no clue that was going to happen, when you began rubbing your panties on mine, the feeling was too intense and it was just there and then I couldn’t stop it from happening.”

“Well, I guess that you are going to have to sit with your mess until we get home. The garter and stockings must really turn you on, or maybe it was just the silky panties again, what do you think,” I asked.

“I don’t know what did it, but I am getting really turned on when you talk to me like that,” he said with a serious look on his face.

“You mean when I talk to my little Pantyboy about making a big mess in his silky panties?”

He replied honestly, “Yes, that is exactly what I am talking about.”

We pulled into the driveway a couple minutes later and this time Steve was smart and pulled into the garage around back. I looked at him and said, “Take off your pants, I don’t want to have to explain a spot in that area of your pants at the drycleaners.”

When Steve got out of the car, stood up and took off his pants he revealed his panties fully. I bent my head to his crotch and kissed the only dry spot that I could see. I ran my lips over his satin bulge, felt his hardness beneath the thin material and found the tip of his cock. A sticky wet spot welcomed my probing tongue and I licked it, caressing the tip of his member as I did so. I told him to take all his clothes off except for his lingerie. I took him by the hand to the back of the car and bent him over the trunk. I took a step back to admire his new outfit. His legs looked much better than I thought they would in stockings. He had a very nice shape and garters held them perfectly in place. I reached between his legs from behind to rub his balls and I could feel that his cum had soaked the crotch of his panties. I stepped back and he turned part of the way around to look at me. As he did, I slid my panties back up my legs and under my skirt.

“You really made a big mess in your panties, I think that you need to clean yourself up and change you panties before I get you in the bed tonight.” I kept admiring him in his garters and thigh-highs with his large bulge. “You know that one of these days I am going to have to fuck that cute little ass of yours, but now get moving inside Pantyboy,” I said as I slapped him playfully on his satin covered Pendik Otele Gelen Escort ass.

We moved straight to the bedroom and I went to his drawer and pulled out his red ruffled satin and lace thong and tossed it to him. “Go wash that thing off and get changed. Be sure that you put your garter and stockings back on and be sure that your panties go on last after you get your other lingerie in place. I want to be able to get to you easily tonight.”

After he finished in the shower it took him several more minutes to make it out into the bedroom. I was guessing that he was having a hard time with the garters and that he had forgotten what I told him and put his panties on first. When he finally emerged, I looked at his large red satin bulge and motioned for him to come over to the bed. I leaned forward, kissing his balls. I stroked his cock with my hand, every now and then pausing to massage his thick shaft. I watched as pre-cum oozed and seeped through front of his panties again making a small wet spot in the front of them. I took my fingers from his crotch and slipped a finger inside myself and stroked my clitoris with my hand down the front of my panties.

“Well since it really turns you on to talk about the fact that you are wearing panties and now a garter and stockings, why don’t you tell me what other kinds of panties and lingerie you fantasize about wearing. I think that I am going to put a finger or two in my pussy and you should start rubbing yourself while you tell me about what else you want to wear.”

I reached down between my legs and began rubbing myself through my panties. “I really want to know what else would turn you on if I bought it for you or with you. You have always been a great lover, but ever since we started with this panty-play, the sex has been terrific. I know that it is really a turn on for you so give me some ideas of what to buy you next time,” I told him.

“So please start rubbing yourself, I want to see that precum spot triple in size and then maybe I’ll let you bend me over the bed and fuck me from behind…if you talk to me about any other panties or lingerie that is.”

He began rubbing his cock slowly and firmly but I could tell that he was still a little taken back about his new outfit and the fact he was kind of masturbating in front of me. I could also tell that he was trying to figure out how to answer my question. In the meantime I continued to run myself through my panties, which were getting pretty moist and I could feel the soft fabric clinging to the inside of my lips. I began pushing a little harder and deeper and my panties began working their way into my pussy with each stroke.

He finally tried to answer, “Well, I really like when you pick out which panties you want me to wear to work each day. I have to admit that I like the way that satin and sheer panties feel because of the way in which they rub me when I’m walking and when my pants rub them over my cock. They keep me thinking about you most of the day and by the end I really want to come home and get hold of you.”

“That is a good start dear, but I want you to get more specific. Describe a couple of pairs of panties or lingerie you want to see yourself wearing.” By this time my panties were wet and worked deeper in my pussy. I moved my fingers up to my clitoris and began massaging it in a circular motion, which really felt incredible.

“Well, in that case I guess that I would like a nice pair of bikini panties maybe with some ruffles around the legs or waist, and maybe a colorful tropical print pair of bikini panties, and I like panties with colored piping around the waist and legs, they are kind of fun. Of course, a nice thong or two would always be nice.”

I took my hand and put it down the front of my panties, once again finding my clitoris, this time without any fabric in the way. “That is a good start, keep going,” I told him.

“Well, maybe a pair or two with some phrases on them. I know that they are kind of trashy, but I think that they could be fun,” he responded.

“Hmmm….maybe I’ll get you a pair of panties that say “Fuck me” and every time you want to get laid you should wear them. Or better yet, maybe when you wear them it will let me know that you are ready for me to take YOU from behind! Don’t say anything yet, just keep talking about any other lingerie you fantasize about wearing. Can you see me dressing you in a sheer baby doll at night to sleep in or maybe I should make you wear a teddy out to dinner under your clothes?” As I continued to tell Steve about other pieces of lingerie I could envision him wearing, I noticed that my pussy had fully soaked the crotch of my panties and fingers were now gliding over my clitoris and the lips of my pussy.

“Do you like your new garter and thigh highs,” I asked?

“Yes, they really feel Pendik Ucuz Escort great on my legs, but I would love to take them off and make love to you right now,” he responded.

“How do they feel? Describe them to me,” I told him.

“The stockings feel so smooth on my legs and the garter belt is really a turn on, I can’t really describe it. It’s just very sensual. I can feel them all against my skin and it’s driving me mad. I want to cum so much,” he pleaded.

I moved my attention to his throbbing cock again. The small spot of precum has become pretty large by now and there was a nice dark spot at the tip of his member. I reached in and pulled it out of his panties. I gripped the base and squeezed and a small drop of precum formed on the tip. I licked it off and tucked his cock back in his panties. I once again reached between my legs and rubbed my damp panties. I gently massaged the silky material back into my pussy making sure that they were good and wet and sticking to my lips.

“So, what do you think about sleeping in a baby doll or sexy little nighty, would you try it. Maybe a satin or sheer one to let your entire body feel as sexy as your cock does when you are wearing satin panties. Or what about a satin or lace teddy under a nice suit when we go out to dinner? You know, the kind that snaps at the crotch and has a nice thong back, just something to think about since you won’t be able to talk for a little bit,’ I added.

I went to the bedside table and pulled out a medium size dildo that we had purchased a couple of weeks ago but never got around to using because we wore ourselves out. It was a clear jelly dildo and was a little under 2″ around and about 7″ long. The base was just big enough to let it stand up on the bedside table, a size that I thought would fit in Steve’s mouth perfectly without gagging him. I straddled his chest, “Alright you are going to open up you mouth and keep this in there tightly, I don’t want you making my miss out on my orgasm since you owe me one for the handjob I gave you earlier in the car.”

I took the base of the dildo and placed it in his mouth before he could say anything and he held it tightly with his teeth, which rested around the rim of it. I stood up over him and took my soaking panties off and faced away from him. I lowered my pussy to the waiting dildo. I could only imagine what was going through his mind as he watched my pussy take the tip of the dildo inside of me. I slowly began working it deeper and deeper inside of me. I would pull it out a little and then push back a little harder until I had taken the full 7″ inside of me. I could feel the lips of my pussy brushing his lips when I had the full length inside of me. God did it turn me on to have him in this position. I looked at myself in the bedside mirror and almost came right then. Instead, I slowed down a little and began to pay attention to Steve. His cock was still rock hard and straining to get out of its satiny prison. I reached down and pulled his panties over his garter and stocking and started to slowly stroke his cock with my soaked panties and rub my hand over his legs, pulling on his garter when I got to the top of them.

I was on the brink of an orgasm for about 10 minutes and each time I got close, I would change my rhythm just enough to keep it at bay. Steve’s hips were beginning to move rhythmically with each stroke of his cock with my panties. I moved off his cock and turned around to face him, pulled the dildo out of his mouth and mounted his swollen cock. It felt wonderful, the dildo felt great, but his cock did the trick.

I reached over to the bedside table again and grabbed the KY jelly. I took his panties and put them in his mouth to keep him from talking. I took his right hand and coated his index and middle fingers. When they were fully covered I began fucking him in earnest. “Put a finger in my ass now Pantyboy,” I ordered.

I felt a finger searching for my asshole and when he found it he teased the outside and slowly worked in inside of me. He grabbed my ass with his other hand and controlled the rhythm of our movements. I grabbed the front of his garters and used them to tug on a little to remind him that he was wearing them. He immediatly began to moan and pull me forcibly down on his cock, which rubbed my clitoris against him perfectly.

“Now I want two fingers.” He pulled out his index finger and could feel the coolness of his second finger as it slid easily inside of my well lubricated ass along with the first one. This was as much a turn on for him as it was for me. I felt a warm pulsation inside of my pussy and I knew that he was cumming inside of me, which put me over the edge. My pussy began to spasm and my orgasm began to move through out my entire body. My ass began to get tense and it felt wonderful to have his fingers inside of me as my orgasm continued. It must have lasted for 15 seconds before I collapsed on his chest.

That night I lay in bed thinking about our conversation. I was glad that I had our next shopping adventure figured out and I made up my mind that Steve would soon enjoy that full feeling in his ass as I had just a little while ago.

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It was Friday around noon when my wife Tina called me. I was at the office but she said, “Come home as early as you can today! I have a big surprise for you tomorrow, and there are a few things we have to do tonight to get ready.” I wasn’t sure what kind of surprise it would be, but my mind went straight to the gutter. For the rest of the day it was hard for me to even stand up.

We’ve always had a great sex life. We both have a lot of passion for each other and enjoy trying new and different things. We get the most fun out of our sex life as we can. I love her body so much that I just want to lick her from her toes all the way up. I was still working on getting her to let me give her anal, but she had no problem with giving it to me back there. It’s so hot when she takes me with the strap-on. We enjoy playing with other couples, and she’s even cool with me sucking and getting fucked by other guys when we are playing with them. Occasionally, she’ll even give me a night where we can dress up as slutty women. In my experience, a woman that can handle this side of me is such a rare thing that I try not to abuse it.

I managed to get out a little early that day and raced home. Tina was at the door to greet me. She looked so hot wearing 4-inch strappy heals, a short skirt that that went to her mid-thigh, and a sexy top showing off the girls. Tina knows how to get me going, I was ready to pull her to the floor and fuck here right there. She walked me over to the couch and began to explain what she had in store for me.

“I know you work a very boring job that you hate to provide for the family, so this weekend I’ve got some excitement for you. The kids are staying with family, and you get to be Sapphire.” That’s the name I like to go by when I get dressed up. “This afternoon we are going to do a little shopping to get you some new slutty clothes. Then we are going to go out for mani and pedis, and grab a quick bite to eat before coming home to get all pretty.”

At this point I was already thinking that this was going to be an amazing sex filled weekend with Tina. I thought it couldn’t get any better than this, but she kept going. “Tomorrow morning there will be a couple guys coming by and they plan on fucking Sapphire a few times throughout the day, and she will do whatever they want. I have already had them thoroughly checked out so you won’t have to worry about using protection. I know you have always wanted to know how that feels.”

She was right; anytime I’ve done anything with a guy I’ve always played it safe and wanted to know what it was like to not have to do that. “Understand from now until Sunday morning I am in charge, whatever I say goes and the guys coming over understand that as well. I can see you are already getting pretty excited.”

I was rock hard at this point. I couldn’t get much out in the way of words, just “this sounds like it’s gonna be fun.”

“One of the rules you will need to know about right away is that you are not to touch your cock in any pleasurable way. I don’t want you cumming because I want you to be begging to be fucked all day. It’s okay if you end up cumming from being fucked, but not on purpose until I say.”

“I understand,” I told her. I found this very exciting but also wondered how frustrating it would be.

After that we were off to the mall, we picked one a good distance away to make sure we didn’t run into anyone we knew. I always have fun shopping for new outfits with Tina, picking stuff out together and trying them on. I try to be so discreet about it while at the same time she is pushing the limits of what I will do in public. After picking out a few things we were off to the salon for our manis/pedis. Tina got everything done, but I just stuck to getting my toes painted a darker blue. The girls at the shop always look at me a little weird when it’s close to the end of a pedicure and I tell them I need my nails painted. I don’t care much though, because I won’t be there again. Sometimes when doing this the woman seems intrigued or curious, when that happens I always wonder if I should invite her to join Tina and I.

We then went out to dinner and after some food and a couple of drinks I was feeling pretty good. The slight buzz, having a fresh pedicure, and trying on outfits had me feeling very sexy, and horny. Looking at Tina throughout dinner I wanted her more and more. I would have fucked her right there if she would let me. The drive home seemed to take forever.

As soon as we got home we tore into each other, there wasn’t much foreplay before the two of us were lying naked in bed with my cock penetrating deep into her. We fucked for about 10 minutes when she whispered in my ear, “I want you in my ass.” I had a big smile on my face after hearing that. “Just keep fucking my pussy for now,” she said. My cock slowly trusted into her while she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator about the size of two of my fingers. She lubed it up and began to slowly work it in and out of her ass to get herself ready for my cock. Tina looked Pendik Öğrenci Escort uncomfortable at first but didn’t take long before she was enjoying having a cock in her pussy and a vibrator in her back door. It was a huge turn-on for me as well because I could feel the vibrations on my cock.

Once she started to moan I knew she was ready. I gave her a few last deep thrusts before I pulled out. I then gave a few quick licks to her delicious pussy, and pulled the vibrator out so I could put my cock in her virgin ass. I began to push in very slowly with just the tip of my rock hard cock, and then pulled out. I pushed in again after a few seconds, going a little further. I kept this up giving her short thrusts here and there until I felt her loosen up. Once that happened I sent my cock balls deep in her. I could see the look of pain and pleasure all over her face.

I whispered, “I am all the way in.” My dick couldn’t have been any harder. I held it there for a minute then started to thrust back and forth. “I love the feel of my cock in your ass,” I stated as I began pounding her harder and harder. She started to massage her pussy in earnest. Tina was moaning quite loud at this point, with every breath she let out another loud one. It didn’t take much for her to cum, hell, it didn’t take long for me either. I was dumping my entire load into her as she was screaming and rubbing her clit. I just loved the thought of her having my seed back there and didn’t want to pull out.

After we finished we fell asleep. Tina woke up before I did the next morning and started getting ready for the day. After her shower she came back to the bedroom to wake me up. She gave me a little smack on the ass. “Come on Sapphire, time to get going. You have a big day to get ready for.” After procrastinating for a bit I got moving.

Passing by Tina in the bedroom I grabbed her by the waist and asked with a cocky look on my face, “how’s your ass feeling?”

“Not as bad as I thought it would but I imagine yours is going to be much more sore by tomorrow morning. Now get into the shower!”

“Yes ma’am.”

Getting ready to be Sapphire is such a long but fun process. First thing I always do is give myself an enema to make sure I’m perfectly clean back there. Then it’s onto the shower to scrub myself clean and Nair my legs. It’s such a turn on to look down at my nice smooth legs and perfectly manicured toes, the salon did a really good job on them. Ever since I started doing this I have a much better understanding of all the work women have to go through.

Now it’s on to the fun part, putting on make-up and getting dressed. I was planning on changing outfits a few times throughout the day. First I started out wearing black panties with a pink lacey outline, a red and black mid-thigh plaid skirt, a tight corset to give me a slim waist and curvy hips along with a sparkly black halter top to go over it. I finished it off with a pair of 4-inch strappy black heals that I had custom decorated with Swarovski crystals by a company named Bei Cristalli.

Now it was on to makeup. This is truly an art form that I’m still learning, so I’m always asking Tina for advice and help. I shaved as close as I could, but still have to apply a very thick foundation to cover up the little bit of stubble that can be seen. It’s a little tricky blending the eye liner and eye shadow in, but I’m getting good enough to make it look sexy. The look was really starting to come together. Last was a rich red lipstick, and then I went on to choosing a long, blonde, semi curly wig. I love the feeling of the hair draped over my shoulders and running down my back.

Looking at myself in the mirror once everything was done it was hard to tell that an hour ago I was a man. I must say I looked dam sexy, I looked like I was ready for a good fucking. I went downstairs to get Tina’s approval, and after a few touch ups to my makeup and hair I was good to go.

We sat down to a nice and relaxing breakfast, I thought it was kind of funny eating breakfast while dressed up like I was ready for a night out at a club. We made some small talk and took our time. It was hard to concentrate on the conversion because images from last night and what was to come today kept popping into my head.

It was about 10 am when the first guy showed up. Tina got up to answer the door and let him in. His name was Ryan, and he was about 5’9″, average build, and looked to be in his late 20’s. He wasted no time heading into the living room to meet Sapphire. I stood up to greet him. “Wow Tina, you weren’t kidding! She cleans up well and is looking very hot,” he stated.

“I told you so, she’s my little slut. She’ll do just about anything I tell her to,” Tina said.

“Is that true Sapphire? Prove it,” he challenged.

“Yes sir, what would you like me to do?” I asked.

“Give me a little spin, I want to see if the back is as sexy as the front.” he said.

I did as I was told and put both hands on my hips, turned, and bent over slightly. I Pendik Çıtır Escort then stood back up straight, walked closer to them and did another twirl. He closed the rest of the distance between us and put his hands around my waist and planted a big kiss on my lips. It was nice and made me feel even more feminine. He them brought his hangs up to my shoulders pushing me to my knees bringing me to eye level with his crotch. I took off his belt, and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. I left his pants on, but took out a clean shaven cock that sprang right up. Ryan wouldn’t let me suck his cock right away, he made me focus my attention on his balls first. I started licking them tenderly, it was a huge turn on, my own cock was rock hard under my panties. I started sucking on one ball and soon had both in my mouth. That’s when Ryan stopped me. He sat down on the couch and I crawled toward him. I took his pants off the rest of the way. “Sapphire, there’s a bit of precum on my dick. Clean it up for me.” he commanded.

I was hoping he would say that soon. Wanting to be a good little slut I did as I was told. As I was licking and sucking his cock I noticed Tina out of the corner of my eye snapping a few pictures. I also noticed that she now was wearing a strap-on. She continued to take a few more pics as I sucked. Once she was satisfied with documenting my first cock sucking of the day she got down on her knees behind me, lifted up my skirt, and began lubing me up. After she finger-fucked my ass for a few minutes she took them out and said “You’re taking my cock in that ass first today.” She lined up the tip of the strap-on with my hole and began to push. As usual it hurt a bit at first but she was going slow. Wasn’t long before she was deep in me. Once she could tell I had loosened up she began moving faster and faster. With the extreme amount of pleasure I was getting from Tina fucking me it was hard to concentrate enough to make sure Ryan was getting a good blow job. Still I tried as much as possible, and I’m sure he enjoyed all the moaning I was doing with his cock in my mouth. Already it felt like my cock wanted to explode in my panties.

“It’s time for us to switch, my pussy needs some attention,” Tina said to Ryan. Tina pulled her strap-on out of me and took it off while Ryan was got situated behind me. Tina got the camera again and began taking a lot more pics. Meanwhile, Ryan lined his cock up with my hole and began to push. He eased it in inch by inch, glad I was already loosed up, till he was all the way in me. I love how he felt in me without a condom. He began to pump in and out of me at a steady pace while Tina was still taking pictures and shooting some video. I kept on moaning in pleaseure, it was so hard not to grab my own cock out from under my panites and start jerking it.

Tina sat down on the couch in front of me, spread her legs, and pulled my head in. She tasted so good and was extremely wet. Ryan was still going slow enough that I could time my moans in line with my licks of Tina’s pussy. Ryan began to pick up the pace fucking my ass. I arched my back and pushed back to meet his thrusts. I felt like I was ready to explode I wanted to cum so bad, but even more than that I wanted him to cum. Tina was the first to climax, she pulled my head into her pussy and I was trying to get my tongue into her as far as possible. I didn’t want to stop licking her but after her climax was done she was too sensitive and pushed me off. She sat on the couch watching Ryan fuck me as she came down.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m so close. Ready for it Sapphire?” Ryan moaned. All I could do was moan in approval. He started fucking me even harder until I could feel his cum squirting into me. After he was done cumming he left his cock in me for a bit moving it slowly to make sure he got every drop of cum out. Ryan pulled out leaving me with an empty feeling and he and Tina got up to get dressed. I was left there on the floor wanting more.

I regained my composure and pulled myself up to the couch. Ryan said “damn Sapphire, you’re a nice fuck. I plan on getting that ass a couple more times today. Now how about you go fix me a drink.”

“Yes sir.” I got up, adjusted my skirt, and went to the kitchen. While I was working on that I could feel some of his cum dripping out of me so once I was done getting Ryan what he wanted I went to the bedroom to change my panties and touch up my makeup.

It was a shortly after 11:30 am when Kevin showed up. I could hear Tina answering the door and some talking but was too far away to make out what they were saying. I walked back into the living room and found everyone in there already. Kevin was a much bigger man around 6’2″ and heavily muscled with arms that looked to be as thick as my neck. He was wearing jeans and a tighter shirt that showed off the size of his chest.

Tina said to me “Sapphire, why don’t you go bring us all out some food and grab a beer for Kevin.”

I returned with a cheese and cracker platter in one hand and Kevin’s beer in the other. Pendik Elit Escort Everyone was sitting on the couch. I placed the platter on the coffee table and was handing Kevin his beer when instead of taking it he took me by the wrist and pulled me down to him. He kept guiding me closer and closer till I was straddling his lap and we were face to face. I could feel the bulge in his pants under me getting bigger. He was running his hands all over my body feeling my smooth legs and my waist. Once he got to my ass he squeezed my cheeks firmly and kissed me at the same time. He continued to make out with me and feel every part of me that was in his reach.

After a couple minutes of passionate kissing I could feel his cock through his jeans was very hard. I didn’t want to make him wait any longer so I lifted off his shirt and tossed it to the side. Running my beautifully painted nails from this neck, down his chest to this belt I started to unbuckle it while I was still on his lap. Without taking his cock out I reached in and started feeling around. Could tell already he was very big and well groomed. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking lightly. I couldn’t wait to see it but I also wanted to tease myself a bit. I kept feeling around grabbing his balls while kissing his neck and then moving my lips further and further down.

When I got to his waist I pulled my hand out of his pants and began working them off him. Kevin was left in just his underwear and it wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding or holding back his member. He lifted up his hips so I could take them off of him quickly and I was staring at a cock at least 9 inches in size. I wrapped my hand around it, lifted it up, and took one big lick from the base up to the tip and then plunged it into my mouth. It was hard to get more than half of it in there.

Tina and Ryan seemed content to just watch me work on Kevin. Of course Tina was there with her camera either taking some video or still pics, wasn’t sure which. She would tell me later on that the guys were cool with that because she wouldn’t get their faces in the shots.

After a few minutes my jaw was beginning to hurt but I tried to keep going the best I could working my tongue around the tip of his cock. That was when I felt someone playing around with my panties, taking my own cock out and go into a mouth. I looked down it was Tina sucking me. It was so hot, if someone had been fucking me at the same time I would have cum in few seconds. That helped encourage me to keep going. I wasn’t sure if Kevin wanted me to suck him till he came so I decided to just going to keep at it till he told me to stop.

At that point I started thinking about how Ryan had cum in me and that most of it was still in there. It got me hoping that I would get it in my mouth this time, I was in heaven being this little cum slut. Soon enough I realized that what was going to happen. I felt Kevin start to tense up and put his hands on my head. I kicked my head bobbing on his cock into overdrive and that’s when I felt the first spurt enter my mouth. Jet after jet of cum was filling my mouth, I tried to keep it all in but I was working so hard I ended up letting some spill out down my chin. As he stopped cuming I slowed down but kept going until he guided me off his cock and Tina had taken her mouth off mine. I still had his load which turned out to be really big in my mouth, I looked up at Kevin so he could see and then swallowed it.

“Holy fuck Sapphire, that was nice. I had been saving that up for days for you.” Kevin said.

“mmmm, you tasted so good. You gave me just what I wanted.”

“well don’t let any go to waist, get that bit off your chin.”

Like a good little slut I did as I was told and used a finger to scoop that in as well. I had never felt so dirty in my life. Tina told me to go touch up my make-up. I stood to adjust my clothes but couldn’t get my cock back into my panties. While I was touching up my make-up again and waiting for my cock to go back down I decided to change into a tight black skirt, silver top, and black high heels with an open toe and see through netting. I got a nice approval from everyone when I went back out.

We all spent the next couple hours hanging out, talking, watching some tv, and having a couple drinks. Sometimes when I would get up from the couch Ryan or Kevin would grab my ass or pull me in for a kiss before I walked out of the room. Even though they had both cum there didn’t seem to be any shortage of lust they had for me. Tina and I worked together to make lunch for all of us.

Toward the end of lunch we were a little buzzed and somehow we got on the topic of cars. Tina brought up the fact that I like Mustangs and had nice one in the garage.

“Oh Sapphire, you gotta show me. I own a couple myself.” Kevin said.

Tina replied, “She would love to, she like showing it off. Sapphire, go get your keys.”

I grabbed the keys and then took Kevin by the hand to lead him to the garage. For some reason I was suddenly very aware of the sound my heels made with every step I took leading out there. We reached the garage and I turned the light on. I got into the drivers side so I could put the top down and give him a better look at the inside as well. He was walking around the car admiring it until he got to the front.

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You know, people talk about banned implements all the time. Implements that they would never allow used on them or even implements that some say they would never use. For whatever reason. Bad experiences in the past or just an overwhelming fear. I once had that mindset, particularly about a leather strap and also a cane. The strap from the memory of it having been used on me as a child and the cane from everyone else’s accounts of it.

I learned though, that in the hands of the right person no implement should be off limits. I had agreed to a cane with someone I trusted immensely, allowing that choice on his end, knowing he did not desire to hurt me. But that was not to be and I would be lying to say that I did not experience some form of relief in that. A strap had been discussed as well, if only to help me overcome my fear of it. And in knowing my fear, he would make damn sure not to make it worse.

A switch, however, was not one of those ‘true’ implements in my book. At least I’d never given it any consideration, thinking there would never come a time when I would actually be faced with a switching. Why would I? Amid Cracker Barrel paddles, wooden spoons and a variety of toys that can be used, why would anyone ever think to bother cutting a switch and using it? Other things work just as nicely. Besides, how boring is that?? A switch?

Well….let me tell YOU….

“A switch, however, was not one of those ‘true’ implements in my book.” An interesting thought, to be sure, and a thought which would lead to interesting enlightenments for Sarah. One might note that more than a multitude would stand to refute the notion that a switch is not a true implement. Having been raised on this instrument I would be in the front row and the first to testify. Switches have a long and storied history in the better management of the errant, and no well rounded student of corporal correction would be complete without an acquaintance with their use.

Sound is a reason, obviously. Or lack thereof, as the case may be. I hadn’t really done anything to deserve something as horrible as the switch, although before experiencing it I did have the thought, How bad can it be? It’s just a stick!

Just a stick.

Wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

It is just a stick like a Redwood is just a tree.

Let me regress back and let you know what convinced me otherwise.

We had spent much of the afternoon and part of the evening in conversation about the mundane things of life. A spanking had not actually been decided upon but we had CB just in case. A gift, actually, that he himself had given me for Christmas, signed at the very tip of the handle. It was a virgin CB, as I thought it most appropriate that no one use it on me at least til he had had a chance to do so.

He mentioned getting to that point, a spanking, and asked if there was anything I needed to be spanked for (like I will admit to that!). So of course I said no and laughed. He knew I had brought CB but was concerned about sound resonating up and down the hallway of the hotel. Last thing either of us wanted was someone calling the cops about some sinister business going on in Room 208. So jokingly, he mentioned going outside and getting a switch.

Actually, it was a serious suggestion. There were few viable options in our situation, and the concern with a potential overreaction to the noise was real. There are very few instruments which combine the key characteristics of both tactile effectiveness and virtual silence (silence, at least, on the part of the instrument) in their use. The switch leads all the rest in this consideration. Another outstanding characteristics of the switch is that they are readily available just about any place that trees or bushes grow.

“Ummm, not sure about that…I’ve heard baaaad things about the switch. As a matter of fact, it is the one thing that suzy says she would never allowed be used on her.”

“You ever been switched?” He asked and I admitted I hadn’t. I then, out of nervousness, relayed a scene I’d seen while on vacation one year about a boy of about 12 misbehaving and his mother picking a switch off of a tree right before they headed off to the public restroom. And yes, this was in the South.

Ah, the South! The South is to switching for punishment what Sarah’s native Kentucky is to KFC chicken. The two are inseparable. There is probably no other instrument of punishment so closely associated with a particular region in the U.S. as is the switch with the South. From the 19th century annals of Tom Sawyer on the Mississippi River to Sarah’s modern day but unfortunate boy headed for a fateful meeting in the public restroom the switch has reigned as the worst bane of misbehaving children in Dixieland. On a different note I will give Sarah this. She states that at this point she was already nervous. It was not apparent to me. She carried on the conversation as if the thought of the switch Pendik Esmer Escort was no more than a trifling issue.

“Well, this is what we can do,” he said. “We could kinda do a spanking in role play since you haven’t been smoking. Or, we can do it as a ‘taste of what’s to come’ should you start smoking again.”

Role play. Well, even in role play there must be a ‘reason’. Even if it’s a silly one.

“Okay,” I agreed, figuring it couldn’t really be that bad, right?

He stood up to go outside and find one and took the room key with him in case I ‘decided to lock him out’. But he soon returned and announced we were gonna go on a shopping trip to Lowe’s to get a dowel rod being how he couldn’t find a proper switch.

“He stood up to go outside and find one and took the room key with him in case I ‘decided to lock him out’.” Of course! This ol’ boy wouldn’t make such a fundamental mistake as crossing to the wrong side of locked door with a soon to be disciplined young lady on the other side. What happened on the trip outside was that while I found a number of trees lining the parking lot, they were singularly unsuitable for good switches. The limbs were short and crooked, and much too stiff. A good switch needs to be as straight as possible, a bit firm, but with some flexibility to it. Because we were in the middle of a rather developed area, no other likely trees were in immediate site. I knew that a Lowe’s hardware store was less than a five minute drive away, and that it would have an abundant supply of wooden dowel rods. While not in the same league as a good switch, dowel rods are very serviceable instruments for delivering a good whipping.

“Isn’t a dowel rod like a cane?” I asked.

“Yes, a small one.

We left the room together, laughing and joking in the hall and through the lobby where a few people were present. As we walked outside I saw a variety of small trees.

“What about that tree? I asked, pointing to the one to our left. We approached it and looked at some of the branches, him muttering something about why the limbs were not right. So I walked over to another tree. “What about this one?” It looked perfect to me. Men! How come they couldn’t seem to find anything? I grabbed a branch. “This one looks fine. What’s wrong with this one?” Stupid me, I had no clue as to how to pick a switch.

Sarah is right!Of course I am!I had entirely missed the tree which was immediately outside the door, to the left. While it was still a young tree, it has some beautiful long, slender branches that would make fine switches. I took the branch that Sarah has pointed out, and after a brief examination snapped it off. It would make a good switch!

He inspected it then snapped it off the tree. Then he took off his jacket and wrapped it up in it so as not to attract the curious eyes of the people in the lobby.

They eyed us suspiciously anyway as we walked back through and we laughed about it in the elevator.

Once back in the room he asked if I had a pocket knife so that he could make what’s called a ‘keen switch’. I didn’t but he went on to explain that a keen switch is one that is pretty much skinned and all of the small bumps taken off of it. This branch just had a few buds on it so he took to stripping it with his fingers while telling me about smoking and what it can do to your health. He noticed my leg bouncing as he spoke.

A good switch takes a little preparation. The intent with a switch is to cause an intense sting without also causing undue damage or injury to the skin. To aid in achieving this a switch should be trimmed as smooth as possible. Just as my own mother had done, I carefully trimmed all the twigs, knots, and rough spots from the thin limb until it was quite smooth. While I was doing this I was talking to Sarah, who was watching the whole process intently! And by this point, some initial anxiety was beginning to show through her previously calm exterior!

“Nervous?” He asked with a grin. I smiled and shook my head no, which was a lie but I was more nervous about baring my bottom, I think. When he was finished he held it up for inspection and said, “Ok, I think we’re ready. Now, I like my spankings to be domestic in nature.”

I stood, not catching on to what he meant.

“I like them to be domestic,” he repeated. “So take off your shoes.”

I did.(Like the good compliant little angel that I am.)

“Socks too, and put them over there,” he pointed toward the door. As I did this he moved some things around and put pillows up against the underside of the door to block what any sound may be made, whether it be crying or whatever although I am not one to usually cry. He then had me stand up against the end of the bed, facing away from it while he fashioned pillows on the end of the bed, for me to bend over, I figured. My preference being otk, really, but that wasn’t very feasible given that noise was an issue. Pendik Eve Gelen Escort Just as well, I think only once (no twice) I have been spanked while bending over on my own and not otk.

“Domestic’ was the right choice of atmosphere for this spanking, given the setting, the instrument, the cause for the punishment, and the fact that I actually know Sarah and really do care about her occasional smoking habit. Not a lot could be done to give it a good domestic feel, but a little creativity can go a long way. Being barefoot, as one often is at home, was a good start. The fact that I was going to use the bed, much as it would be used at home for a good spanking was another. Concerning position, knowing what was in store for Sarah, I knew that it would be necessary to pay attention to some important details to both provide for a proper spanking and to ensure that she would not be disruptive during her punishment. I wished to apply the switch to the middle and lower part of her bottom, the only proper place for spankings in my opinion, so it was necessary for her to bend over, of course, to present this part of the anatomy. OTK would not do in this case, however, since the length of the switch prevented any effective use from that position. She needed to be in a stable position which did not allow for much movement, because I knew from personal experience that there would be a compelling desire to move as much as possible! The bed answered all of the needs.

He stood in front of me and looked me right in the eyes. “I will tell you what I tell everyone. My goal is not to make you cry. But crying is okay if you feel you must. However…” he glanced toward the door then back. “…loud cries are not acceptable. I am not sure how likely you are to do such….”

I shook my head to indicate that I wasn’t likely to do such.

“…but there will be no loud crying.”

I nodded my head nervously, trying not to look at that stick in his hand.

“The spanking is not done until I am done. Is that understood?”

Again, I nodded my head a bit glad that he wasn’t demanding vocal answers in proper form.

“Also, when it is finished, you do not rise until I say so. Now, do you have any questions?”

I thought for but a second. What kind of question would I ask?? We had already discussed a safeword while he was peeling the switch.

Actually, I don’t recall that we had agreed on a safeword! We had discussed one, but to my memory there was no definite statement to the effect that a certain word would be it. That being said, had Sarah called out a safeword I’m sure I would have recognized it as such, and would have, of course, respected it.

“Okay, well, no questions so I want you to turn and face the bed.”

I did.

â”Drop your pants.”

I hesitated, then turned and looked at him. “How far? All the way?”

“Yes. At least past your thighs.”

I sighed and started to unbutton, then turned again, thinking that there was actually a possibility he had planned to spank me over my panties and I had none on. I told him so.

“That’s okay,” he said and slowly I unfastened my cargo pants completely, then pushed them down slightly, hoping they’d stay up part way but no such luck in that! They fell all the way to the floor and I cursed silently. He then ordered me over the pillow and I bent, placing my arms above my head as instructed.

“Clasp your hands,” he said and I folded them together. He repeated himself and I turned to look at him, entwining my fingers the way he was demonstrating for me, ironically as if in prayer. He then told me that if the hands came apart then another round of spanks would start, which I took to mean that the spanking started over. How bad can it be? I thought to myself, knowing that I am usually very good at being still if I must. He told me to adjust my legs how I wanted them but once I had them adjusted that I was not to move them either.

Okay, so that means I can’t kick him.

On the one hand, some of the instructions I gave to Sarah are just part of my modus operandi for spanking. I almost always have the recipient either clasp her hands tightly with specific instructions to keep them that way or to hold the far end of a desk/table, etc. and to not let go. I also give the instruction to keep the feet ON the floor in the spot they start in. If you have them bending over something (the bed, in Sarah’s case) these two simple rules pretty much immobilize the offender in place, in the proper position. In Sarah’s case, I put a little more emphasis because I knew it would be both a new and an intense experience for her, and she would need all the help she could get.

So there I was, barefoot, displayed and waiting for something I’d never experienced. I was nervous yet not so in a strange way.

“Are you ready?” he asked and I kinda laughed and nodded my head. It never ceases to amaze me these Tops Pendik Evi Olan Escort asking that question. Next I felt his hand put slight pressure on the small of my back, the switch touched to the fullest part of my bottom and it began.

I rested my hand on her back as another measure of helping her to stay in place. I was not going to try and hold her that way, of course, but often just feeling that “holding” presence can make the difference in someone trying to raise up rather than staying in position.

Holy Shit! Immediately my head whipped up, unbelieving at the intensity of the line of fire being left across my bottom. It was literally seconds before I was squeezing my hands together to keep from reaching back. Rapidly he spanked, each strike feeling as if it was peeling my skin.

The first few strokes were not that hard! I started popping the switch across the middle and lower part of her bottom and while it was still faster than a typical paddle or hand spanking, it was much slower than it was going to be. I wanted her to get an initial impression of the effect before it was really stepped up to a good switching, too.

My thoughts

How much longer? It can’t be too much longer now.

Owww…owww…I can feel that thing hitting the same areas. This is unbelieveable. Hands together. Focus. Focus. Hands together. Squeeze them tight and you won’t let go. Gawwwwd….I can stop it if I want. I can stop it. I can stop this if I really have to. Hang on. It can’t be much longer. He has got to stop soon. Focus. Focus on the pain. You’ve done it before. Focus directly on each stroke so that your mind is occupied doing something.

After a few strokes I increased the speed of the switching and begin to lay them on pretty rapidly. It didn’t take Sarah long to react! She began to move just a little, and I heard her breathing begin to change. Her hands were clenched so tightly that I thought that we might need a crowbar to get them apart! And soon, she began to vocalize just a little, with a few “Oh’s!!” They were not loud, but were certainly audible.

But my mind, although focusing, or trying to, on the inferno on my ass would literally be whipped out of that distraction. It was a weird way of coping but one that I had done in the past. If I focused directly on the pain, my mind, in a strange way, was distracted away from it. But this time it wasn’t working, because the pain itself yanked me away from that holding point that I was trying to keep grasp of.

I’m gonna have to stop this. If it goes on much longer, I am gonna have to stop it. You can, you know. You have the word to do it. Just hang in there. Stick it out. It will be over soon. It has to be. But WHEN?? God, when? I can’t deal with much more of this.

I felt this sensation inside me. I remember thinking, I could easily start crying were this to go on for any amount of time. And I could have. I concentrated on keeping my hands clasped, still able to consciously tell myself that there were consequences I didn’t want if I were to use them to obtain a brief respite. What would that accomplish, really? Stopping the spanking wouldn’t stop the blaze.

And I really tried not to, actually pride myself on not making too much commotion during a spanking, but I found myself starting to become a bit vocal. I tried to bury my face in the bed’s comforter and focus….focus….

Finally, I stopped. Sarah’s bottom—the lower portion, as noted– was pink with the slightly raised stripes typical of the use of a switch. Sarah remained still, just laying across the bed, as she had been instructed.

He stopped and I didn’t move. He had told me not to until he gave the okay. And when he gave the okay, I got up and started to pull up my pants but he stopped me. “Lemme take a look.” He said and bent me over slightly, checking out my bottom. In my mind, Is it ooozing blood?? Do I have skin left?? Knowing it wasn’t and I did, but still.

This is a great observation on the power of the switch! Had this been a true punishment Sarah had—by her own admission—received something which had a profound affect on her. She wanted NO more of this medicine! And she’s imagining the worst about the condition of her bottom! Yes, other than the one small area on the hip, her bottom displayed no more than a good pinkish coloration with some very minor welting. I checked again about 20 minutes or so later, and it was still the same.

We sat and talked some more. “Dontcha wanna rub?” He asked and I assured him that I wasn’t really one to rub, and I wasn’t. He told me that I could proudly state that I had gotten a ‘whoopin’, or a ‘good old fashioned Southern whipping’, as the South tended to favor switches for discipline.

Yes! I noted that as a budding writer in our special field, she now could relate on a much more personal basis to the experiences of millions of Southern children, and perhaps some fair Southern belles, over the generations.

Hmph! I could relate very well through imagination thank you very much!

Once more we checked to make sure my stripes were okay. I was a bit surprised to see that they resembled some of the striped bottoms I’d seen in some caning pics. Battle wounds! I was proud of them as well.

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Alley Lessons

Every once in a while, a girl needs an ego boost. Not so much an opportunity for a one-night stand, those are a dime a dozen. But just the chance to tease some men and build my ego is good for the self-esteem. Provided I’m not so horny that I really AM just looking for a one-night stand of wild, crazy, falling off the bed monkey sex. After all, a certain gleam in a girls eye and presenting herself in such a way that anyone in the room can see she’s good and she knows it is very appealing. Ok, so it’s an ego trip. So what?

Sitting at the bar and watching all the men and women striking poses and trying to get each other’s attention, really is a study in human mating rituals. It’s sad though, that most of the men have to catch a buzz before they have the balls to approach a woman. And the women have to catch a buzz, before they have the guts to flirt with some confidence.

I sit straight but relaxed, chatting friendly with the bartender as I watch the crowd. A few men have approached me already, but I’d flirt and then give some reason why I wasn’t interested in them. I love their compliments, but I just accept them for the purpose that they were intended and pretty much do my best to make sure their cocks are saying hello, before I dismiss them. It’s amazing how hard some of them try to get a glimpse of my breasts without being obvious about it. And they wonder why I have this little grin when I talk to them? HA! Silly men.

But I notice one man, who seems to be paying more attention to my fun and games than to the rest of the crowd. He is quiet and confident in the way he sits. He definitely looks like a no BS kind of man, but there’s this growing flame in his eyes. I’m not too sure why he looks like he’s getting irritated, to say the least, until I’m approached by yet another brave soul eager to grope me.

It’s then that I realize, he knows what I’m up to and it pisses him off! He doesn’t make any move to approach me; so I ham it up extra special with the next would be suitor. I flash a little more cleavage than usual by bending over more than usual as I laugh at this man’s jokes and put my hand on his knee for extra emphasis. His joke sucked, but hey, I’m a woman on a mission now.

I finally tire of my suitor’s attempts. He’s much too buzzed to even hold much of a real conversation, so I point out a woman across the dance floor and tell him that she’s been watching him. “Maybe you should go ask her to dance? I’m just here for a drink then I’m leaving anyway. And yes, I’m leaving alone.” So he concedes defeat and off he goes.

It’s then that I notice the man that had been watching me isn’t there anymore. I sigh and turn back to my drink, wondering “maybe he was as gutless as the rest after all. My game backfired and he left.”

The bartender comes back to me and is about to ask if I want another drink, but before he could ask, a deep voice from behind me says “she’s done”, and I see a hand slap a 10 on the counter. I turn and am caught so off guard when I see whom the voice belongs to, that my mouth literally drops open before I can catch myself.

The man, who had been sitting and watching me, was standing so close to me that I could feel his body heat. I could look right into his eyes and see this fire in them. It’s clear that I caused that spark, but I’m not sure whether it’s because he’s angry with me, or he’s so turned on that he wants to bend me over the bar right now, and take me.

He says nothing more, just grabs me Kartal Yabancı Escort by my arm and drags me behind him out the doors of the club. He walks so fast I have to practically run to keep up with him. I’m scared, yet his hand has a strong grip on my arm, and between that, the smell of his skin and the look in his eyes, I think I’ve finally found a man capable of handling me. I’m willing to let him drag me without much protest, because I want to see what he had been sitting on that barstool planning for me.

He leads me down a dark, dirty alley. It’s at that point, that I’m not sure whether to cling to him for protection or tear free and run the other way. Before I have time to decide, he pushes me to my knees, unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. I have to admit to myself, it is a nice sight, but when he leans over and whispers in my ear “suck it, bitch”, I get a little perturbed, to say the least.

I take his cock in one hand, and glare at him as I say through gritted teeth “what makes you think you’re any more worthy of my mouth on your cock, than those other pathetic excuses of men who had been coming onto me all night?”

He wraps his hand in my hair and yanks my head back. I find myself kneeling, holding this strangers cock with my head held back so I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. I try to not wince at the sudden pain of my hair being pulled so hard, so quickly. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Yet, despite being scared and ticked off, I feel a warmth rising. Rising from between my legs, to be precise. He smiles this little, confident smile and tells me “because I know what you want, what you need and I have the cure for your little prick teasing games”.

I say nothing, but in a small act of concession (dare I say submission? nah, he’s not worthy of that…yet) I open my mouth slightly and that fire in his eyes grows brighter. He doesn’t release my hair, but instead, forces my face to his cock. I find myself so turned on that I don’t even take the time to lick or tease as I normally would. I simply take as much of him in my mouth as I can. I don’t stroke at first. I just suck firmly, while I run my tongue quickly back and forth along the underside of the head of his cock. I run my hands up the backs of his muscular legs until I reach his ass. I dig my nails into his cheeks and pull his pelvis towards my mouth, very effectively driving his cock into my throat. That’s when I finally hear him moan. That’s also when I know I can take back a little of the control he so arrogantly thinks he has over me.

The taste of his skin is intoxicating and with a moan, I pull back a little, enough so that I can stroke him with my mouth. I squirm because of the pavement digging into my knees but the cum dripping down my thighs soon takes over my thoughts. One hand still on his ass, I yank his shirt out from the waistline of his slacks and I run my hand slowly up his belly and to his chest. Using my nails, I lightly scratch. Not enough to leave lasting marks, but hard enough that he knows how much I’m enjoying his warm skin and the soft hair of his chest. All the while, I am testing his cock to discover the most sensitive parts. I have found that the top of the head is just as sensitive as the bottom side, so I change the suction of my mouth so that as I pull back, he feels a popping sensation along the top edge of his head. I press my tongue hard against the underside of his head and tilt my head slightly back so the roof of my mouth rubs Kartal Yeni Escort the top of it. I can feel his knees give a little as I increase the speed of my strokes.

I can sense partly by his breathing and in larger part, by the amazing size that the head of his cock has swollen to, that he is about to cum. He thought he could just order me to swallow him? “Oh no, I don’t think so!” I say to myself. So to remind him of who has whose world in their hands, I bite down. Respectful of this beautiful cock in my mouth, I don’t bite hard enough to wound. But definitely hard enough to stop his rising orgasm.

He jerks his hips back and yanks me to my feet by my hair. Roughly reaching down the front of my dress as he pins me to the brick wall behind me, he pinches my nipples unmercifully, evoking a yelp. He leans into me so our faces are only an inch or two apart and tells me “No, you don’t get control. You had your fun in the club. This is about you meeting your match. The one person who can’t be manipulated by your pretty, teasing mouth or batting your eyes.” I stare at his mouth as he tells me the words I’ve always waited for. His lips and his words mesmerize me. I desperately wish he’d just kiss me. He leans into me, releasing my hair and my now bared breasts, he slowly begins to lift my skirt as his cheek brushes mine, with his lips to my ear “beg me” is all he says. I let out a stubborn groan of frustration. I grab onto his biceps and squeeze, making my frustration very apparent and tell him “just fuck me!”

He pushes his forearm against my upper chest, pinning me back again. He reaches beneath my dress and gently rubs my soaking wet lips. With one finger between them, he rubs ever so gently. I relax with his gentle touch, hoping that he doesn’t stop. Just as I relax, he roughly shoves his fingers deep inside me, leaving his thumb free to press hard against my rock hard clit. I scream and push my pelvis forward as I drive down onto his hand, cumming instantly all over his hand. He continues to pump his fingers inside me. Spreading them apart and me with them, then pushing deep inside me and bending his fingers towards him, until he finds my g-spot. He knows instantly when he finds it because my eyes open wide, and I moan loudly. Almost at once, wave upon wave of intense orgasm rushes over my body, causing even my breasts to flush. I cum so hard so many times, that I’m unaware of the number of orgasms. Only that my body is absolutely warm and relaxed. He moves his arm away from my chest and wraps it around my waist as his hand that is inside of me remains still, feeling my body gradually relaxing from the inside.

He removes his hand, dripping with cum from my pussy. He kisses me hard and with the same hand, reaches around and rubs my cum onto my asshole. I instantly tense up, knowing what he wants of me. He uses his other hand to hold my knee so my leg is around his waist, this giving him complete access to my ass. He slowly pushes one finger inside me and twists slightly as he pulls it back out. My cum is still running out of my pussy and he uses it to continue to lube my ass. Suddenly, he turns me around and bends me over a crate that was left in the alley. He lifts my skirt far above my waist and drives his cock deep and hard into my cunt. I scream as his cock hits my cervix. The pleasure is incredible! I start to see stars but before I can cum again, he pulls out and presses the head of his cock to my ass.

He yanks my head up by Kartal Masaj Salonu my hair and growls into my ear “You refused to beg me to fuck you, now, you can either submit to having your ass thoroughly fucked, or you can beg me not to.”

“Fuck you!” I yell.

“Then have it your way, that is, after all, what you’re used to.” And with those words, he pushes my head back down as he slowly pushes his cock into my ass. He could have caused me intense pain, but I soon find that this dominant man isn’t a rogue by the way he holds my ass cheeks open, rubbing and massaging them as he slowly and gently enters me. He rubs my low back and begins to slap my ass when I tense up, which takes my mind off the discomfort and I feel only the pleasure of being spread open and filled.

Once he is completely inside me, he begins to stroke himself with my ass. He slowly pulls out until just the head of his cock is in me, then slowly pushes deep back inside me until I feel his hips pressing against my ass and his thighs pressed against mine. I can feel him swelling inside me and his cock presses against my g-spot from beneath with every completed stroke. My need to cum is growing as quickly as his need. But he just keeps stroking me slowly, maddeningly slowly. I finally can’t take anymore. I ask him, in a small voice “Please fuck me harder.”

His only response as he continues to slowly fuck my ass “beg me.”

I wait a few seconds, but I can’t take it. It’s worth the begging. So I say it. “Please fuck my ass hard!”

He replies “louder.”

But in my frustration I only scream “Fuck!” I can hear my own pulse, I’m barely able to think, let alone voice the words he wants to hear.

He drives into me to the hilt, and holds still. Waiting. I try to tease him into what I want by wiggling my ass and rotating my hips. He simply grabs my pelvis and holds me still. Finally, with every bit of passion I can muster, in a near sobbing voice “Please! Please fuck my ass hard!”

At this point, I feel him grab my hips hard, he pulls back until he is nearly all the way out of me, then slams deep inside me. He pulls back, and again slams hard into me. Each stroke is a little bit faster until he is using my hips to pull me back to meet his every hard, fast stroke. It doesn’t take me long before I’m screaming as I cum hard, my muscles flexing, squeezing him even harder and forcing my own juices to flow down my thighs from my cunt. Between hearing my own pulse and my screams, I barely hear him yelling between gritted teeth as his cock swells so hard that I can feel every vein. He pumps his cock into me with short, fast strokes, his fingers digging into my waist as I feel a heat spreading inside me.

He remains inside me as he enjoys the throbbing of my ass along with the throbbing of his cock. Eventually, when his cock finally stops twitching, he slowly pulls himself out of me. I hear him zip up his pants and I stand up, pushing my skirt down but not turning around to face him. I’m humiliated. Defaced. Not because of what I just did with him, but because I lost. I’m not used to losing.

“Turn around.” He commands in a low voice.

Too exhausted to argue or put up a fight, I first pull the front of my dress back up, then turn around with my head down.

“Look at me.” He again commands. But I simply look to the side. He touches my chin and brings my face around to him.

“You did well. You reacted exactly as I thought you would. You weren’t disappointing in the least. But rather, I’m very pleased. Don’t be ashamed that you begged.”

I see this as my last chance to save face. I manage a small, crooked smile and say “I got to cum, and hard, thanks to you. You were wonderful.” He just smiles back, a hint of evil in his grin.

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Michael spent the next two days tossing between disappointment, misery and anticipation. He went through the motions of a normal weekend. Dinner with the family. Golf with his dad. All the things that normally filled his free time quite nicely. But all the while Alicia lurked in his thoughts. Popping up at unexpected moments and calling his full attention back to her.

At night he lay in bed with her beautiful panties. Smothering his nose in them and licking them. Imagining that he was feeding from her warm, fragrant and delicious source. At times he thought maybe she was a witch. She had certainly enchanted his thoughts. No woman had ever made him feel so genuinely submissive. He felt an odd mixture of incredible desire, shame and mild revulsion all at once. Was he weird to be so insane over an inanimate scrap of worn clothing? Was he some kind of crazy pervert? Or was he just a bewitched puppy doing what came naturally as he learned the scent of his Mistress?

Finally the long weekend days passed and Michael returned to work. He had decided to play it cool with Alicia. He was a bit frightened by how quickly she had reeled him in and wanted to slow the pace. He had found himself daydreaming about them living happily ever after with 2.5 babies. He knew such thoughts were inappropriate since he really didn’t even know this woman. Michael was secretly congratulating himself over how skillfully he had avoided her in the office all morning, when he overheard his boss speaking about her. Apparently he had sent Alicia out of town to meet with an important client for her project. She wasn’t even in the building! And wouldn’t be all week. Oh God.

Suddenly he felt almost sick! It was one thing to intentionally avoid istanbul escort her. It was quite another for her to be unavailable. He had been pretending that he had some control over this. He was going to let her know that she couldn’t just tease him and play with him. But, now what? She didn’t even seem to care that he was alive. After what they had shared, surely she would have at least sent him a quick note to let him know she was going out of town for a whole damn week!

Michael returned to his desk and checked his email. He felt a combination of fury and humiliation as he realized that she had not bothered to inform him that she’d be out. As he sat there fuming he suddenly realized how ridiculous he was being. He was like an invisible freshman girl who wanted the star quarterback to ask her to the prom. His face suffused with warmth as he realized what a little crybaby bitch he was being. Of course she had not informed him that she was going out of town on business. They were not working on the same project nor were they dating. She had no reason to give a thought to him. And she certainly didn’t need his permission or approval to do anything she pleased.

She hadn’t done anything so awful to him to cause such a drama queen reaction. Unless of course, stuffing your wonderful panties down a helplessly enticed man’s throat was now a federal crime? Why had she done that? Did he mean something special to her or was that just a game she played for amusement? It had to be expensive considering that those were designer thongs and looked pretty costly. He thought back over their conversation on Friday night. She seemed to be focusing only on him all evening. Surely she had felt that connection too?

For escort bayan the rest of the week Michael went through the motions at work. His output didn’t suffer of course. He was far too conscientious for that. But the joy was gone out of the experience. He wondered what Alicia was doing. If she were off amusing herself with some other puppy. He wished he could return to the rapid pace he had reviled over the weekend. He didn’t even care any more that she had used him. Just please God, let her continue to choose him for her games and not just replace him with someone else better suited!

On Wednesday night, just when he was beginning to believe he might survive the week, he got a call from her. Her warm silky voice snapped him instantly to attention as soon as he heard it. Alicia didn’t waste much time on chitchat. She just picked up right where she had left off on Friday night. There was no need for him to pretend not to be interested. They both knew the effect she had on him.

Alicia told him that sex was for the woman’s pleasure. And that it made her dripping wet to know how she had frustrated him all week. She could have as many orgasms as she wanted and he would receive none. With astonishment, Michael realized that he hadn’t really masturbated since before Friday night. He had pulled his cock at times imagining different scenarios with Alicia, but his mind had been in too much turmoil for him to actually reach a climax. This was a first! He hadn’t cum in almost a week!

His mind reeling from this revelation, Michael heard Alicia asking him if he could hear the slight buzzing noise in the background. He whispered, “Yes, what is it?”

“It’s my vibrator,” she replied. “I’m going to bring Pendik escort myself off while you just listen. Don’t DARE touch yourself. I’m going to have a nice hard cum, little mouse, while you lie there dripping and hard.

This is so hot sweetie. I’m imagining what you will look like on your knees hidden up underneath my desk at work. With your little darling face mashed into my beautiful pussy, shiny with my delicious juice. Mmmmm! Yummy. Oh, yesssss. I’m getting sooo close. This feels great!”

Michael stared into space picturing Alicia’s words as he whimpered helplessly. He obeyed her command not to touch his cock. But it seemed to have a mind of it’s own. Throbbing and twitching in response to her arousing diatribe.

“I’ll make you bend over my desk and spread your ass for me. Show me your little hot virgin hole. And I just KNOW a little church mouse like you has never been assfucked darling,” her voice ended in melodious laughter.

She continued, “You’ll be so horny and humiliated knowing that you are my little fuck toy. And you know what happens to little boys in your position don’t you my love? They get a nice thick strap-on cock right up the ass.”

Michael moaned involuntarily as the images from Alicia’s voice filled his head. His dick jumped and coated his boxers as he imagined having his asshole violated at work! Her thickened, excited voice continued its assault on his senses, “You know why I’m going to do that to you babydoll? Because you are my sweet little assfucked whore. You. Belong. To. Me. Oh!! Yesss! I’m cumming!”

Alicia’s breath gasped out as she experienced an absolutely pussy clenching release that wiped her mind blank. Nothing was more exciting to her than getting off while a tormented little subby was denied. As Michael listened to her coming down from her climax, his mind raced to find words to keep her on the line. But before he came up with something suitable he heard, “Night night little mouse.” And she was gone.

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Babes

Crossing over to Cross-dressing
Chapter 2

So I left off after my Las Vegas trip, where my penchant for dressing was rekindled. I had connected with a couple professional Dommes again and I was seeing a woman professionally that to some degree became more than just a fee for service. She was mature, mid-forties, about 5’7” and 130lbs. She had super nice large breasts, 38Ds with big brown aureola and decent protruding nipples. She had long auburn hair and a small waist and legs and feet to die for, needless to say her ass was on par with the rest of her. She was genuinely kinky and not just going through the motions for the money. She lived in a secluded house near the water; perfect for coming and going discreetly. I saw her on a regular basis and we had many hot scenarios and some just routine spanking and BDSM sessions. There were a few that stood out from the rest. I even became her errand boy, she would tell me she needed to run errands and I would come over and take her shopping, to the dry cleaners, beauty salon and motor vehicle department. I usually met her in the afternoon but she wanted me over one particular time in the evening, she told me to expect to be there awhile as she had plans.

So I show up to her place in the evening and we did a session where she was wearing leather pants and a leather vest/bustier. Her tits were hanging out of the vest and she looked better than usual. She was unusually aggressive this time and she seemed actually horny. I did not dress up this time, she had me tied to the bed and was smothering my face with her ass and pushing my face into her cleavage while talking dirty. It was different in that she seemed like she wanted to make me extra horny. She stripped off her skin tight leather pants, they were inside out and she put the crotch of the pants on my face pushing them right onto my nose. She said “go ahead and breathe in my scent bitch! That’s it lick the leather you fucking pervert.” I licked away with reckless abandon; I could definitely smell the scent of pussy mixed with the unmistakable smell of leather. My cock was rock hard but I was tied up so I could not stroke it. She pulled the pants off and was rummaging in her closet for a while and came back and straddled my face, put her pussy an inch from my mouth and taunted me, she said “ if you can reach it you can eat it.” With that I gave it everything I had to lurch forward and taste her, she had let me do it every once in a while when she was really horny, but try as I did she kept pulling away as I neared her. Eventually the strain was too much and I collapsed back down on the bed. She spun around and planted her ass right on my face. I did not wait for her to tell me to lick her ass, I just started licking, she laughed and said to me “You really must want a good spanking slave, don’t you?” I grunted and kept licking, drilling my tongue as deeply as I could into her tight little rosebud of and asshole. I figured she always spanked me anyway and I loved getting spanked so there was no reason to stop licking her ass. She eventually got up and went back to the closet. She eventually found what she was looking for, she was a super sexy hot Domme, but she was not organized at all so her spending time looking for things was not uncommon. She untied me and let me rest a bit. I had brought a few bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka as she instructed me to do, so she told me to go open a bottle and bring her a glass of wine and she said if I wanted one to make myself one too.

I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses, I took mine and gulped down the entire full glass like I was chugging a beer, then re-poured my glass. We sat on the bed and chatted for a few minutes and drank the wine. She asked me how much time I had, I told her I had as long as she wanted and that I could serve her overnight if she wanted me. She said “good, I may keep you for the night, but later the session will end, but you will still do what I tell you.” I said “yes mistress.” She said that she had two special surprises for me that evening, one was something she knew I loved and the other she was not going to tell me. With that we finished the wine and she said to go clean the glasses and make me a vodka and tonic. I had made her drinks before so I knew how she liked them, strong with lime and ice. I helped myself to another glass of wine quickly while I made her drink. When I brought the drink back into the bedroom, she was standing there with a black leather bra on and a beautiful black strap on with a black leather harness. She motioned for me to come to her, which meant I got on my knees and walked on my knees to her. I handed her the drink and waited for her to tell me what to do, I wasn’t going to push my luck as I knew I still was due a spanking for licking her ass. She sipped the drink and said “perfect, I may have to bring you here to bar tend at my next party.” She sat on the edge of the bed and with her finger motioned Pendik Yabancı Escort me to her. I crawled over and knelt between her legs, this time I put my mouth a millimeter from the tip of the black cock strapped between her legs and opened my mouth. I waited for about 30 seconds but it seemed like forever, she put her hand on the back of my head and forced my mouth down onto the cock. She cooed “yes, that’s it, suck it suck it good bitch.” She knows I respond to dirty talk and uses it when she wants to get me going. The more she talked the more forcefully I sucked her cock. She pushed my head all the way down on her cock until I was deep throating her, she held my head down until I bucked and gagged. She released my head and I came up for air. She clapped her hands and said “bravo, I didn’t think you could do it, this is a big dildo, maybe someday I will make you suck a real cock, would you like that bitch?” I nodded and she said, “yeah, I know you would bitch.”

She made me lay on the bed chest down with my legs off the bed and my feet on the floor. She came up behind me and kicked my feet apart, spreading my legs and opening my ass. I felt the cold as she squeezed lube on my ass. The she positioned the head of her cock against my ass. The only time I was ever in control of a session for a few minutes was now, as trained, I would push back on her cock and I would control the initial entry into my ass. I had not played anally for a while so I was tight and it was slow going but once I got the full girth in me it went quicker. I slid my ass down the length of her shaft until it was all the way into my ass and the balls were pressed against my ass. I told her I was ready and that is where she took over again and it was me being hers again.

She stroked my ass and gradually increased the pace; occasionally she stopped to take a sip of her drink. She always talked dirty to me while she fucked me. She called me her bitch all the time and I loved it. She quickened the pace and was pounding my ass, she pushed hard and put the full weight of her body on top of me, her tits mashed into my back. She was whispering in my ear as she humped my ass she said “you are a good fucking dirty whore.” I told her I was about to cum as I was grinding my cock against the mattress as she fucked me. She said not to cum and she backed off her strokes and pulled out of my ass. She said something that I never forgot, “I think that is enough, a girl has got to mark her territory and you are marked as my slave, no one fucks this ass but me, got it bitch?” I said “yes Mistress.”

She said it was time for the spanking and that it would be more severe since I took liberties with her ass. She got a paddle and a crop and made me get on all fours on the floor. She started with the paddle and I of course counted off the swats to my ass and thanked her after each one. She was hitting harder than usual and at a faster pace as well. She switched to the crop which is not good as it hurts way more than the paddle. Whack, whack, whack, three quick ones and I couldn’t even respond with the count or thank you. This might be worse than I thought. She continued to whack away and I made a vain attempt to count and thank but it was too much for me to handle. I started to actually cry and my knees buckled and I collapsed to the ground. She said that she didn’t want to hurt me but wanted to see how much I could take. She said that none of her other clients could even approach what she dished out to me. It was little consolation as my ass stung in pain.

I was prone to the floor for a while and she left the room. I got up and she heard me and came back in and she told me to get dressed. I stood up and she came up behind me and rubbed an ice cube over my stinging ass.

As I dressed she stripped completely naked and got dressed in regular attire. We ordered a bunch of Chinese food and went and picked it up. On the way back she said a friend of hers was coming over and we would all eat together. New twist, nothing like this ever happened before. Except once she was training a new Domme and I had the pleasure of being her first sub, but that is another good story for next time. This friend was not from the BDSM community.

She told me that her friend was going through some trying times and might come to live with her for a while and she was trying to figure out how she was going to conduct her BDSM activities with her living there. I was no help with suggestions, except to say just tell her and see how she reacts. She gave me more of the back ground of the woman, middle aged, in middle of a divorce, good looking but put on some weight, etc… Anyway, she shows up, she really wasn’t bad looking at all and well put together, beautiful face and big plump tits and a few extra pounds in the mid-section and ass and thighs, a diet and some exercise and she would be on verge of MILF status. She was wearing a dress with a floral Pendik Yeni Escort print and showing some cleavage. We ate the food and drank the wine. She was interested in how the two of us knew each other. I was introduced as a friend, but she kept coming back to how we knew each other. I guess my dominatrix never mentioned my name to her and since they were friends she was wondering how she had never heard my name before. My Domme had once owned an antique shop in the trendy artsy area of town and I knew that so I said we first met when I moved to that area and was shopping for furniture and found her shop and we became friends. That quelled her curiosity for a while and we changed the subject.

We moved to the living room and continued to drink. I got up to pee and when I came back in the room they stopped talking, so I said “no fair, you can’t talk behind my back and then stop when I come back in the room, tell me what you were talking about.” My Domme said OK, we were talking about you. I said “OK what about me?” She said that “Joyce here thinks you are cute and that you have a nice butt, I told her that you would do a strip tease for us and she could see for herself.” I was starting to get drunk from the wine, so I sat on the couch right next to her friend Joyce and said that “I would but I left my thong and body oil at home.” Then I said the thing that changed the evening, I turned to my Domme and said “besides, you already marked my ass as your territory so it’s yours anyway, you can show it to anyone you want.” We all were succumbing to the effects of alcohol and we all laughed. My Domme looked at me with an evil grin and said “If I didn’t behave, she would spank me again.” That got Joyce’s attention and she cozied up to me put her arm around me and said “ohh this is getting interesting, you guys know each other better then you let on, tell me about his butt and it being yours.”

My Domme took a long drag on her cigarette and exhaled, the one thing I didn’t like about her was the smoking, and she laughed and said “ohh what the fuck Joyce, he is my slave, he does what I tell him to do and I sexually dominate him, that’s how I pay the bills” Joyce, looked at me and said “really?” Yes really she replied. So Joyce sits there for about a minute and then says “so if you told him to do a strip tease for me, he would really do it?” Yes, he would. “So what did he mean about marking your territory?” She looks at me and says “go ahead and tell her.” Without hesitation I said that before she got here that we had a session and during the session Mistress fucked me in the ass with a strap on dildo to mark her territory as hers and then she spanked my ass raw to finish the job.” I stood up and dropped my pants and pulled my underwear down and showed her my pink cheeks, then quickly pulled up my pants and sat down.

Joyce said “holy shit, that is so hot and kinky, I would never have expected to hear anything like that and the weird thing is I am really getting turned on by this.” My Domme then told me that Joyce has been in the middle of a divorce and hasn’t had sex for almost 2 years, “that’s actually what we were talking about when you went to the bathroom, how she hasn’t had a cock for so long and that she’d like to grab your ass if you weren’t mine.” I looked at her and grabbed my glass of wine and slugged it down and said I was willing to help out anyway I could. My Domme said, come with me, I followed her to the bedroom and she opened a draw and pulled out a leather thong and handed it to me and said be out here in a minute in this and put on a strip tease for her and make her feel like she is the hottest sexiest thing you have ever seen. I was stripping as fast as I could and almost fell over due to all the wine I drank and slipped on the black leather thong and came out into the living room and walked over to Joyce and started gyrating in front of her. I work out and at that time I was in pretty good shape, flat stomach and defined muscle on my legs and chest from riding and running but not a muscle guy, closer to a triathlete type body. But I was no dancer and improvised my way like a stripper, in any event, I was hotter looking then anything this woman had been around so to her I must have looked pretty good without sounding conceited I hope. I motioned to my thong and said tips are appreciated and she took out some bills from her purse and stuck them in my panties. I straddled her body as she sat on the couch and said let me thank you for the tip, I reached in and kissed her on the lips lightly and then I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed my tongue into her mouth and then sucked her tongue into my mouth and quickly released the kiss. She was breathing hard and flushed, but I persisted, I put my chest to her face and told he to kiss my nipple, “it makes me horny when they are kissed” She kisses tentatively and I push her head onto my nipple and said “sucking on them makes me even Pendik Masaj Salonu hornier.” She took the queue and sucked, and then I moved my chest so she could get the other nipple. Then I said “what makes me the horniest is if you bite them.” She started biting the one and I grabbed her hand and put it on the other nipple and I said “squeeze and pinch this one.” I started to moan in ecstasy. I grabbed her other hand and put it on my now bulging thong and motioned her hand up and down. She reached in and pulled the thong aside and stroked my cock. I said “hey that is going to require a bigger tip.” My Domme laughed and said “go to my room and take care of her, do anything she wants.” Joyce did not realize that when given an order, that I will immediately comply no questions asked and that this was exactly what I was really going to do. I got up and pulled her up off the couch and walked her to the bedroom.

Joyce said that I did not have to do this and don’t feel sorry for her pathetic situation of not having had sex for so long

I told her that even if I wasn’t instructed to do so, I would still love to be with her. I said “what will it be, sensual massage or raw uninhibited sex?” She said she hadn’t even used a vibrator in months and would love to let her hair down and fuck like a school girl. I stripped off her clothes and threw her on the bed and said “school girls love sucking cock under the bleachers” and I straddled her face and slipped my cock in her mouth, I started talking to her like she was a school girl, telling her how hot she looked in math class and gave her instructions like she never sucked a cock before, she initially wasn’t that good at it in actuality but I did tell her what to do and told her to grab my cock with her hand and stroke up and down while she sucked, suck harder, suck harder. She got the hang of it and I started talking dirty to her again and told her how fucking hot she was, the more filthy the language the more she sucked, my cock was throbbing as I had not earlier cum from the BDSM session, but my ass was still hurting and pink. I spun around and we settled in to a 69, I spread her legs wider than necessary to make her feel more like a slut. I kept telling her she was hot and sexy bitch, a horny fucking slut. She came a few times in my mouth and was soaking wet, moaning and screaming like she never had an orgasm. She was not trimmed and had quite a bit of hair and I pulled my face off her pussy and said, “school girls don’t have this much hair here” as I rubbed her pussy fur, “but that can be fixed.” I got up and went to the bathroom and grabbed the razor from the shower and warmed a wash cloth with hot soapy water. I rubbed her pussy down with hot soapy water and shaved the hair around her pussy lips and trimmed the top of her bush neatly. She just laid back and moaned the whole time. I told her that her pussy would feel good and she would never let her hair grow again once she felt how smooth and sexy a school girl’s pussy felt.

We jumped back in a 69 and I pumped my cock in her mouth like a piston. She had to come up for air and take arrest from my cock and she gained her breath and she said “fuck me now, fuck me good and hard right now, I want your cock in me right fucking now!” I turned around and pushed my cock in her pussy and it went right in, she was soaked with pussy juice, I was still hard and did not build up to a pace, I started fucking the shit out of her as hard and as fast as I could, thankfully the alcohol had a somewhat dampening effect that was holding off my explosion of cum. I think she was having one continuous orgasm or multiples I could not tell for sure but the whole time she was moaning and screaming and saying yes, yes, fuck me had keep fucking me hard, this is so good, I love getting fucked. The pent up sexual tension she must have had come flooding out. I told her that if she wanted to feel my cum inside her all she had to do was squeeze, pinch and twist my nipples. She did and in a matter of a minute or so I was shooting a big load of cum inside her pussy.

She was spent and just laid on her back, she moaned to me that she wanted to taste my come so I slithered up her chunky body stuck my cock in her mouth and said here taste this. She sucked on my cock as it became soft. I said to her “you like the taste of your pussy on my cock?” She kept sucking and nodded. I was not going to get hard again for a while or not at all so I pulled out and rested with her. She said she was hoping to get more of my cum to taste. I told her there was only one way to do that now. I slithered my way between her legs and put my mouth on her pussy and dug with my tongue and sucked my cum out of her pussy, I told her to squeeze her pussy walls and try to force out the juice and cum. I got a nice load of pussy juice and cum and held it in my mouth, my saliva was mixing with the pussy juice and cum to make it seem like there was more. I pressed my lips to hers and made her open her mouth and I slowly pushed the hot sticky mess of pussy juice and ejaculate into her mouth as we French kissed. Finally I pushed all of it in her mouth and pulled away from her. I told her to never tell anyone of the relationship between her friend and myself.

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