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We had been out for a wonderful evening. A hot, new restaurant had opened downtown, and, after a pair of fashion martinis at the bar, we were seated at a great table. The cuisine was creative, handsomely presented, and delicious. We laughed, we touched, we talked for what seemed like hours. You insisted on a second bottle of wine, and I couldn’t resist your infectious giggle. Later, we emerged into the cool, fresh air of a late spring evening, a little tipsy, very hungry. Our plan had been to drop by a piano bar, but, after we gave each other knowing looks, I instead hailed a taxi for the hotel.

Though the cab ride was short, we made the most of the darkness. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, we were on each other. Our kisses were immediately ferocious, and our groans surprised even the seasoned driver, who watched us discretely in the rear view mirror. I slid my hand up your thighs and under your dress and pulled aside your thong, amazed at the heat and wetness already there. First toying with your lips, and then sliding two fingers deep into you, I could tell you were already close. At the same time, you had unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I had been semi-erect all night, and was now fully at attention, your petit hand stroking me hard, your other cupping my balls and scraping them gently with your nails. Faster and faster we played, tensing into each other, trying to keep quiet with a sealed kiss, but only succeeding in getting each other hotter with the involuntary moans and purrs we shared. With impeccable timing, just as we pulled into the hotel, we exploded. As you came, clamping down on my fingers and mashing your clit into my palm, I broke our kiss and pushed your head down on me, catching your cheek and chin with the first blast of my cum, you then capturing me deeply and swallowing the rest, sucking me dry.

Considerately, the driver paused in the parking lot while we finished pulsing and tensing. But, with a wry grin, he didn’t wait long. At the moment we both uncoiled and gasped simultaneous deep breaths, he drove directly to the valet. We scrambled to arrange our clothes, even as the attendants opened our doors. I paid the driver and walked around the side of the cab to meet you, still hard but safely tucked in, a bit disheveled, but little the worse for wear. As you emerged from your side of the cab, however, you were the picture of recent sex. Your hair, which you had worn up, had mostly fallen where I had handled you. Your dress, a short little black number, had ridden up your thighs and was still there as you swung your beautiful legs out of the car. Your face, still wet from me, had both a fine sheen of perspiration and the deep glow of a woman recently satisfied. Catching the stare of the young valet, you brought your finger to your neck, wiped up a sticky bead, and brought it to your lips, licking your finger clean. Speechless, he stood there agog, holding the door open long after, laughing, you and I went inside.

Once back at the room, our initial fury satisfied, we readied ourselves Kartal Ukraynalı Escort for another round. Undressing together, we drank a little water and took our time, not needing to hurry, in love and happily anticipating the rest of the night. As I emerged from the bathroom, you were on the bed, nude and propped up on one elbow, a sight to behold. “God, you are so gorgeous,” I said to no one in particular. You smiled, and beckoned me closer, curling a finger to me. Smiling back, I shook my head and, pulling out our “bag of tricks” from the suitcase, I silently pointed to the heavy rosewood coffee table in the sitting area.

Beaming, you slid off the bed and padded softly to the table, standing and waiting for me. At the sight of the bag, your breathing deepened and quickened, your pulse rose, and your nipples immediately hardened. You like the bag.

Knowing what comes first, you pulled your hair back and turned away from me. I reached around you to tug at your nipples, nibbling your neck and pinching at the same time. Your knees almost buckled from the sensation, and you leaned back into me, turning your head and kissing me hungrily. We stayed like this, kissing softly, the tension building, our imaginations arousing us, our bodies begging us to get started. As I let go of your breasts to pick up the bag, you spun around, knelt, and took me in your mouth again. Already, I was hard as a rock, and I took a moment to watch you, on your knees, your hands on my hips, licking and suckling me, loving my cock, worshiping it. You are so beautiful and all mine. The thought brings me to the edge, and I back away, eliciting a disappointed, “oh,” from you.

“I don’t believe I gave you permission to speak,” I said, my tone changing slightly, “perhaps we need a reminder of who’s in charge.” Although, you couldn’t see it, you could hear the smile, now a mischievous smirk, still on my face. Taking a handful of your hair, I led you, still on your knees, to the coffee table. Carved and heavy, it was long, narrow, and had a smooth surface and gracefully rounded edges. Bringing your hips to touch the short end closest to us, I pushed you forward, bending you at the waist, and lowered your body down to the smooth surface of the table. Startled by the coolness, you hunched your back when your hot nipples pressed into the wood. After reaching into the bag to get out velvet ropes, I pulled your arms in front of you along the sides of the table and secured your wrists to the legs. Taking a second pair of ropes, I went to your thighs, spread them apart, and tied one to each of the aft legs. Satisfied you weren’t going anywhere, I picked up the phone, walked over to stand above you, and dialed.

“Hello, I’d like a bottle of Champagne and a bowl of strawberries brought to room 214, please. Five minutes? Very well; goodbye.”

“Why didn’t you order that before…” you said, lifting your head and straining against your bonds. The crack of my hand across your ass, hard, cut you off mid-sentence and caused the air to rush from Kartal Üniversiteli Escort your lungs with a startled “shhhhht.” Drawing a deep breath, angry now, you again started, “Listen, you son of a bitch, the cab was one thing…”

“CRACK, CRACK, crack, crack, crack, crack, CRACK,” I answered, swinging hard and fast. The pain silenced you, and I could see tears in your eyes, not so much from the spanking, but from the humiliation you knew was coming, that you were powerless to resist. You were very angry. Your body shook with rage, and you pulled hard at the ropes, but they held fast. We sat in silence for a while.

I said softly, “you must not speak.”

“Please, I don’t want…

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Over and over, I swung. Answering your every objection with force. Again and again, I lashed at you, turning your ass red, making it hot and tender.

Finally, you gave in. Your body slumped flat on the table, your arms limp, your legs splayed lazily to the sides. You sobbed softly, and I stroked your back gently as you felt the release, felt the serenity of relinquished control, felt me accept responsibility for you. For this moment, I owned you, and you depended completely on me. I took the position of authority seriously, and you trusted me completely. You knew I would never allow harm to come to you.

A soft knock broke the silence, but you did not stir. Resigned to accepting whatever fate for you I chose, you laid motionless, breathing slowly. I opened the door and told the waiter to set the tray on the bed. An older gentleman, he smiled and nodded, walked into the room, scanned for the company he deduced I kept, and lurched to a halt upon seeing you. Frozen, he neither moved nor spoke. I repeated, “On the bed, please.” Slowly, he moved, his eyes never leaving yours. As he reached the bed, your face, passive until now, broke into a tranquil smile, and realizing the scene before him was an act for his benefit, he regained his composure, set the tray down, and said with a wink, “Enjoy your evening, sir.” I signed the tab and allowed him to let himself out, staring down at you with pride. You had done well, my love, and it was time for your reward. Plucking a strawberry from the bowl, I held it to your lips, and you ate.

I went back to the bag and selected a toy I knew you liked. As I held it up to the light, it projected a pattern of white and colored slivers on the nearby wall, its transparent Lucite form acting as a prism. The plug was long and thick, with a narrow neck and a flared base, complete with a small ring to grasp. Seeing it, your pupils dilated and you licked your lips involuntarily. You wanted it.

Opening a small tube of lubricant, I coated first the plug and then your ass, surprised, when I touched you, by the inferno blazing there. Looking closely, I could see you were dripping and engorged, your clitoris peeking out from under its hood. You were ready, and I wasn’t going to make you wait any longer. Pressing the plug against your anus, I rocked it fore Kartal Vip Escort and aft, pushing harder with each thrust. I looked at your face and watched your eyes widen as the pressure built. “Relax, baby, relax, ” I told you. Forcing yourself to unwind, to accept it, you felt it pop through and slide in, nestling into place after the widest part had passed. You worked your jaw and I could see you wanted to say something, but you had remembered and remained silent.

“You may speak, now,” I said.

“Oh, God, I’m so fucking full. Oh, fuck me. Put it in me. I need it now. I need it right now. Do it.” The words tumbled out, desperate and without hesitation. Your tirade’s intensity called me to immediate action, and as I positioned myself behind you, I wondered just who, exactly, was in control. Spreading your cheeks with my thumbs, I placed the head of my now purple cock between your lips and drove it in.

We both shouted now, so wrapped up in our own pleasure that we cared not about the other guests, the staff, or anything but the perfect sensations we felt. I slammed into you again and again, rocking your body into the table. Each time I bottomed out, my pubic bone hit the plug’s ring and jammed it forward, giving you the sense of being penetrated twice. Your coherent words had left you and were replaced by animalistic grunts and filthy gibberish, “Fuck. Don’t. You. Ever. Stop. Fuck. My. Ass. Harder. HARDER.”

Looking down at the scene before me, a scene of my own creation, I stared, detached for a moment, in awe. I watched myself hammer at this beautiful, frenzied, wanton woman, her hair stuck to her back with sweat, her mascara running, her eyes unfocused, her breathing hard and fast, her lips parted, her teeth bared. Feeling my release and wanting you to come with me, I grabbed two fistfuls of your hair, yanked your head backward, and told you to come, now.

Amazingly, you regained your composure long enough to taunt me, closing your eyes and smiling, relaxing, resisting. I knew what you wanted. Letting go of your mane with my right hand, I raised my palm once again and brought it down hard on your ass, searing your skin and brushing the ring at the same time. “Yes. Again. Yes. NOW. YESSSS!” you screamed as I hit you again and again, exploding deep inside you, bucking and heaving, shaking and contracting, coming over and over.

After what seems like ten minutes of reverberations, I collapsed on the floor next to you, reaching wearily under the table to untie your bonds. You groggily rolled off the table on top of me, and kissed me passionately, your arms curled around my neck, your head buried in the crook of my shoulder. I stood, picking you up and carrying you to the bed, setting you gently under the covers, pulling out the plug (you jumped a little when I did, and we both giggled) and taking it to the bathroom on my way to wash my hands and get some stemware.

I opened the bottle of Champagne and poured us each a full glass. Crawling under the sheets with you and pulling up the covers, I handed us each a drink and we gulped greedily, our bodies depleted and thirsty. Setting the glasses aside, we stared into each other’s eyes, smiling, not needing to say anything.

But we both did, and together whispered, “I love you,” as if on cue. Giggling again, we kissed, curled together, and fell asleep.

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When I was in elementary school, I had a friend named Dylan. Dylan was always very effeminate. I remember asking him one time when he came over to my house to spend the night if he was gay. We were in fourth grade at the time, so there wasn’t an answer to this, not really. We knew what gay was, in theory, but we didn’t actually know what it was in practice. Dylan said no, he wasn’t gay, but that he sometimes felt like he wanted to be a girl. I said I thought that was cool, and we went about our 10 year old business.

Years later, in High School, we took drama together. It was at this time that Dylan started to wear feminine clothing, growing out his hair and wearing very slight touches of makeup. We weren’t good friends with each other in HS, but we sat across from each other in Drama for 3 years, so we were at least friendly.

A few years after graduating, I saw her on our local bar-crawl street, looking stunning in a green dress, her hair styled, no longer worrying about dumbasses that called her names. Our town was friendly but there are always a few.

“Dylan?” I called out as she walked by.

She froze in her tracks and turned, then smiled warmly. “Daniel!” she cried as she ran over and gave me a hug. I could feel her breasts pressing into me as I pulled her close. My heart started to beat a little faster.

“You look… Wow, you look incredible!” istanbul escort I told her as I stood back, my hand on her hips, my eyes moving up and down her body.

She smiled and blushed.

“Stop, you’re sweet,” She said, still smiling. “What are you up to tonight?”

“Nothing much. Just came here for a drink after class. What about you?”

“I just finished up at work, I was on my way to my car to head home for the day.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m glad I saw you. You need to add me on Facebook.” I told her, blushing furiously and kicking myself inside for the lame line.

She laughed again. Looking at me slyly, her sandy blond hair glowing in the evening light, biting her lip in thought and looking as sexy as ever doing so.

“Would you like to come over? We could smoke a little, hang out like old times. It has been forever,” She said, squeezing my hand slightly.

My heart pounded in my chest. I looked at her beautiful blue eyes, gazing intently at me, and she knew my answer before I ever opened my mouth.

“Let’s go!” I said, but she was already pulling me out the door.

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On the way to her house, I tried to figure myself out. I was young at that point, and having been raised in the South, my views on sexuality were very black and white. I wasn’t a dick, I just didn’t escort bayan know that there were options outside gay/straight/bi. Whenever anyone asked me about my sexuality, I would usually tell them that I hate being put into boxes. That’s true, I really do, but it was mostly because I knew that trans women were attractive to me, and trans didn’t fit the binary gender standard. I didn’t know pansexuality was a thing back then.

There are so many things about that first time with her I would take back now. I’d known her my whole life, and thinking of her as a woman was completely natural to me. I wanted her to know that, that I didn’t think of her as a man at all, or a crossdresser, that I thought of her as a woman. It’s all excruciating to look back on as someone more educated in human sexuality now.

Credit where credit is due, though, Dylan just laughed when I said stupid things. She told me I was sweet, that I was cute. My intention was clear, and that mattered to her.

When we got to her apartment, we sat on the couch and I rolled us a joint. She went to use the restroom, and when she came back out she was in the sexiest hot pink and black babydoll, with matching lace boy shorts.

“I hope you don’t mind. It’s been a long day,” She told me.

I took her in completely now. Her toenails painted light pink, silky smooth legs leading Kartal escort up to her sexy body, her stomach flat and taught. She swayed just a little, letting the babydoll twist in the slight breeze she created, her budding breasts perfect behind the lace, the nape of her neck, her ruby-red lips, smoky eyes, and long voluminous hair. This gorgeous creature in front of me, who I had known almost all my life, had become the woman she had told me about almost 20 years previous.

I took a deep drag off the joint, standing and walking to her, pulling her to me and placing my mouth on hers, exhaling slowly. She breathed in, taking the smoke into her lungs as our tongues intertwined, lightly dancing together, our hands roaming each other’s bodies.

I pulled away as a slight moan escaped her lips.

“I don’t mind at all,” I said, smiling slyly as I took a seat again. “Not one bit.”

I winked at her like a dork. She laughed again, playfully hitting me as she sat down beside me.

“You suck!” She said teasingly as she took the joint.

I think that is the fastest either of us had smoked anything before. As we extinguished the final embers, she pulled me to her kissing me again, the longing of the past five minutes making us forget any and everything else. It was like lightning shooting through us both, every nerve ending in our bodies seemed hyper alert as our hands and mouths explored each other. Dylan pulled my shirt off as my hand went inside her lace babydoll, teasing her nipple as she moaned.

Gasping, she pulls away from me, looking me firm in the eyes.

“Bedroom. Now.” She said.

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Well my mistress wanted me to post this short story of my latest sissy humiliation for even more humiliation so here goes…

So it was a typical Saturday and I was on my way over to my mistresses’ house, she wanted me there bright and early. I arrived at her house promptly at 4:00am and when I arrived I was informed that I would be spending the entire weekend with her. She gave me my first assignment of the day. I was to take a shower and shave my entire body from my neck down. Lucky for me I have a baby face and am always clean shaven on my face. When I got out of the shower my mistress informed me that I was going to be punished for my time taken in the shower. She took me by my hair and bent me over a stool within seconds my wrists were strapped in and I had no choice but submit again. Then came a butt plug it was only about half an inch larger than the one that I was used to but it felt much larger in side of my sissy pussy. I was instructed that I was to put my panties on and stockings with my pink toenail polish on and walk down the street to the beauty salon and tell them mistress Tassa sent me. I walked the 2 miles to the salon and when I walked in the lady behind the counter ended up being an old friend of mine from high school named Miranda she kindly asked if I was waiting for a friend and I told her the truth I was here for me. I informed her Tassa sent me and before I knew it they had me sitting in a chair and I received a manicure, pedicure, eyebrow shaping, facial and evening style makeup. I was then given a letter from Miranda.

Jessy,

You are to walk home in the clothes Kartal Olgun Escort given to you by Miranda in the back room.

MT

Well with no other choice I walked into the back room and on the desk was a pink with black lace corset. There were the b cub breast forms that mistress had bought me, there were also a matching ping thong as well as dark black panty hose. As I closed the door there was a black V-neck evening gown with a slit up the thigh that came all the way up to my thong and next to that there was a long blond wig with natural highlights made from real hair. And finally there was a note.

Jessy,

Put these on and walk to the mall, before you can walk home you must get 5 phone numbers from guys. Then walk home and give them to me.

MT

After I got dressed I left the office and walked through the salon which was now packed with young women well my age but in their twenties. As I walked to the mall, (my first time being a sissy in public, But I dare not disobey my mistress) I tried hard not to show my embarrassment and then I started to think like a girl. The first number I got was a friend of mine whom didn’t even realize it was me. Then I walked to the food court and found a table to sit at. I opened the purse to find my compact and lipstick that I was given and started to apply the light pink lipstick (I have gotten real god at this since I do it all the time at home) when a group of guys walked by. (Hmmm Idea) I informed them I was going to throw a party and wanted some people there to get to know as I was new to the area. I ended up with Kartal Sarışın Escort 8 phone numbers and decide to walk home. When I arrived at my mistresses’ house I was rewarded for going over what was required to do, the butt plug was removed. My mistress then preceded to pound me with her 8in long strap-on and let me cum but I was to cum in my panties and put them back on. She left me there for a few minutes and went to her phone to call some people. When she returned she handed me my phone and said we were going to see a few of my friends and my new friends tonight. As 4:00pm came around I was blindfolded and told that we were going somewhere special and different.

We drove for what I thought was hours before we parked I was then led out of the car up a few steps. I heard some men inside talking. I was led into a small room with no lights and was told my next task. I was to suck off anything in mouths range but not to swallow. I was to let them cum on my face and dress. I was told not to worry and that they were all clean and plenty to get me drenched in cum. I felt around for a few minutes, after my mistress left and was introduced to the first cock coming in through the wall. Time slowed after that moment and it felt like hours before my jaw started to ache. I lost count after the 20th penis to come through the wall but my face was now covered in cum and my dress was completely ruined. What seemed like 100 cocks later my mistress came in and informed me that there was over 90 guys that showed up just to fill my mouth and that I was now leaving the small confines of the closet Kartal Şişman Escort to show all of them what a little slut I was. I was not to inform them that I was a guy but let them relish in the fact that a stunning woman just gave them what they all wanted. As I was dragged out of the closet I saw them all I felt so embarrassed most of them were close friends from work and even more were from the college I went to. And even more embarrassing one was my best friend from when I was a kid. I was blushing from underneath the cum, and finally my mistress turned to me. I am taking you to dinner now, you are not allowed to change or wash up. It’s a small restaurant and it is absolutely packed I had to do some things to get a table. Now walk to the car and get in I’ll be right out just need to pay the guy for letting me use that glory hole for the three hours you were in there.

When she returned to the car we left driving back towards town we stopped at this sports bar and walked in she promptly sat me down at our table and we ate. I felt so embarrassed every guy in the place was soon staring at me. You look gorgeous to these guys mistress Tassa said. She will be at the glory hole at the book store tomorrow if you want your chance. She said so everyone heard. As we left I felt so good that the night was over but was informed that I was to sleep without cleaning up. I felt so slutty with all that cum crusted to my face…

Well I was only told to write this part but I was so horny when I got home that mistress Tassa let me cum while she fucked my ass with her dildo and sucked me off.

MISTRESS TASSA,

HEY EVERYONE, YES I DID MAKE HIM DO ALL THESE THINGS AND MORE. I HAVE THE PICTURES AND PLAN ON DOWNLOADING THEM TO MY LAPTOP AND POSTING THEM SOME WHERE. I WILL LET YOU KNOW SOON WHEN THEIR UP. JUST COMENT ON THIS AND GIVE ME SOME NEW IDEAS FOR HER SISSY TRAINING.

LOVE TASSA

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Alice wants to play a bondage game!

I would like to dedicate this to Tiffany, you are so sweet and I wrote this for you!

“You have one last chance to back out,” I told Alice.

“Why in the world would I ever back out,” she stated, “it was my idea.” I thought to my self for a moment what a wonderful idea it was. I looked at Alice she stood about 5 feet 5 inches tall, she was naked at the moment and the angle she was standing at gave the perfect view of her 34C Breasts and her cute little pussy. She had the hair above it trimmed just like I like it, that being a little line jutting up towards her belly button. My girlfriend was fit, with athletic looking legs and arms. She has the most beautiful green eyes and softest brown hair I have ever seen.

Ok time for some back story…A couple of weeks ago one of our mutual friends came over (Tina) and we all got a little tipsy and she started talking about how her new boyfriend was into BDSM. This got me and Alice turned on. The more we heard about the spankings and the tying up and all the other wonderful things we could try the more intense we got. The night ended up with me spanking Alice on her ass while we fucked.

A few more things you have to know about Alice, she is ultra conservative when it comes to sex. So her doing doggie style and asking to be slapped on the rear is a big improvement. Don’t get me wrong she is a good lay, but a lot vanilla.

A couple of day after that Tina and Alice went to the local Hustler store. She purchased some surprises for me. Alice come home and sat the bag on my side of the bed and waited for me to get home from work.

Upon arriving home I left my laptop in my study and headed up stairs. Once in the bedroom I noticed Alice had a huge Kartal Sınırsız Escort smile on her face and not much more. She told me that she wanted to be my little slave girl, she wanted me to punish her and tease her and please her. My head started to swim as she produced fur lined hand cuffs and the matching leg cuffs, she handed me a small leather paddle and some nipple clamps. I was so excited I jumped in bed and began to lick her body from head to toe stopping quite a few times on her breasts and finally bringing her to an orgasm with my tongue rapidly moving across her clit.

Over the next few hours we decided we would try this out on Saturday night, which gave me 3 whole days to think about what it was we were going to do.

The next 3 day of work went by like a blur, I couldn’t help but think about Alice tied to the bed, Ice, ropes and sex occupied my mind. What would happen, would she back out?

“You have one last chance to back out,” I told Alice.

“Why in the world would I ever back out,” she stated, “it was my idea.”

“Ok then,” I told Alice, “I want you to call me master from now on.”

“Yes Master,” she moaned in her most seductive voice.

“I want you to lie on the bed for me now my little slave girl.” I demanded.

As Alice’s gorgeous body laid in front of me I still had no exact clue of what I was going to do or how far I should push it. The movies I had watched in the past always called the girl whore, slut, or bitch, but I didn’t know how Alice would take that but, I thought I would try and see.

As I was tying her hands to the posts of our Cherry 4 poster bed I let the following phrase fly, “Does my little dirty slut like this.”

To my surprise Alice replied, Kartal Suriyeli Escort “yes master, tie up your little fuck slut.”

Wow I had never heard her talk like this, I OMG I must be in heaven. With this act done I became fearless. I slowly used my finger nails to trace a path to her feet. Once there I decided to tie her legs up also. Now with my little slave spread eagle in front of me what was I going to do? The first thing I decided on were the nipple clamps that lay on the bed. I gingerly picked them up and started to play with them. I wasn’t sure if they would hurt her bad or not but I trusted her to have bought the right ones. As I grabbed the right breast she nervously smiled at me. I pinched in on the clamp and slowly put it over her nipple. As I released the clamp she let out a gasp. I decided right then I would give her a good show.

“Whore did that hurt?” I asked.

“Yes master,” was her only reply.

I then placed the clamp on the left breast. This time I was not nearly as gentle. I could tell she liked it by the little moan she gave as I released it. I then decided right then and there I was going to blindfold and gag her with the implements of her choice. I reached into the bag and pulled out the ball gag and leopard print blindfold she had purchased and grabbing the back of her hair I pulled her head off the bed and put the ball into her mouth. “Clamp down,” was all I said. She did as directed. “Good girl, I’ll give you a treat for that later,” I purred. I proceeded to cinch it in. Next I slid the blindfold over her eyes and made sure it was firmly in place.

I proceeded to get a cube of ice from the cup I had brought up to the bed room. I traced the ice all over her body. After this Kartal İranlı Escort piece of ice melted I obtained another and went to work taking it in and out of her pussy lips, spending equal time on the outside and the inside. I was so turned on I could not believe it, but, I was going to give her more.

I had never used a paddle or a Viberator on a women until that night. I untied her from her spread eagle position and retied her on all fours. I proceeded to whip her with the paddle. I could tell this would be the perfect time to undo the gag; I wanted to hear her moan with the whippings.

“Do you like being whipped?” I asked.

“Yes Master” She replied.

As I would whip her beautiful ass she would wiggle it for me. The sight of this alone was almost enough to make me cum. After about 10 minutes of spankings with the paddle and my hand I decided to try the Vibe. I stuck it in her mouth and told her to lube it up. She did so very cheerfully. Upon taking the Vibe to her love hole I decided to tease her with it for a minute, I was rewarded for my efforts. She moved her ass and moaned and begged for it.

As I slipped it in and out going up to her clit she moaned and purred like I had never heard before, and to my shock and amazement she orgasamed very quickly. Well, this was it I could take no more I positioned myself behind her and ran my cock around the lips of her very wet pussy and then plunged in. I was so turned on I also orgasamed very quickly. I untied her and told her to suck my prick clean.

“Yes Master,” was her only response.

She then gave me one of the best blow jobs of my life. Shortly before I had my second orgasm I ordered her to ride me. She rode me for at least 20 minutes alternating speed and finally as she reached another orgasm she brought me along also.

Laying in bed after the wonderful night of sex and play I held her in my arms and had never felt closer to her in my life.

Alice looked me in the eyes and said, “Master, I love you!”

I said. “Slut, I love you too!”

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Chapter 1 – When I first met her

We met about two years ago, in the mall. I still remember the first time I saw her. She was walking ahead of me in the mall, and I noticed her hair. She has beautiful waist length red hair. It is somewhat thick, and it just flows from her head. She was wearing it loosely and it was all I could see. I caught up with her, and her face was just as beautiful as her hair. I noticed her deep blue eyes as I looked at her and said, “Hi. I saw you walking and I just had to come over and meet you.”

She laughed. I started thinking how lame that sounded, and I was a little embarrassed. I thought about walking away, when she stopped laughing and said, “I’m sorry I laughed. That’s the most honest pickup line I’ve heard all week, and I appreciate it, but it just struck me as funny. I didn’t expect to be hit on in the mall.”

I asked her, “Would you like to get something to eat?”

“Sure, why not”, she replied.

We walked over to the food court, and she wanted a chicken salad. I got it for her, and I went over to the Chinese stand and got some beef hunan over rice. We sat down, and I said, “My name is Bert.”

“I’m Angel. Pleased to meet you.” She put her hand out, and I shook it. We ate, and didn’t say much until we finished eating. I was a little nervous, and I asked her, “What do you like to do?”

“I like getting oral sex”, she replied. She saw the look on my face, and she smiled. If she wanted to shock me, she did. She continued, “Actually, I love to drive around the area and visit all of the different places and parks. I’m glad I live here, where the beach is a couple of hours away, the mountains are an hour away, and the bay is less than an hour from here. How about you? What do you like to do?”

“I like to read, mostly. I haven’t been to the beach yet, although I’ve driven over to the mountains and done some hiking. I’ve also been to some of the museums, especially when it gets cold. I’ve never been on the bay. Do you have a boat?”

“No, but sometimes I’ve gone out with someone who has a boat. I mostly head over to the bay when I don’t have time for the beach. I like to just sit in the shade and watch the boats and think.”

We talked for over an hour. I was attracted to her. She was smart and funny. I got her number and gave her mine. I called her later that week, and we went out the following Saturday. We drove to the mountains and hiked most of the afternoon. I had a really great time, and I think she did too. We went out to the movies and some of the local restaurants, and she went with me to an art museum. We got to know each other better. One night I brought her home from an Italian restaurant, and walked her to her door. I moved to kiss her good night, and instead of kissing she said, “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, I would, thank you”, I replied. We walked into her apartment building. She lived in one of those new apartment complexes where you had to be buzzed through the front door to get to the apartments. We walked down a hallway and arrived at her apartment door. We went in, and it was a nice two-bedroom apartment. It was interesting in that there was an interior hallway running parallel to the external hallway through the length of the apartment, and all of the rooms came off the interior hallway. The living room was first, then the kitchen, the master bedroom, the bathroom, and finally the second bedroom. The interior hallway seemed like a waste of space, but it was interesting. We walked into the living room, and sat next to each other on the sofa. We talked for a few minutes, and Angel climbed on my lap. She kissed me. We kissed for a few minutes, and she straightened up and took off her blouse. I guessed that she was wearing a 38C bra. I looked at her chest for a few seconds, and I kissed the top of her large breasts. She pulled my head up and kissed me. While we were kissing, she took her bra off, and put my hands on her breasts. She leaned back while I played with her breasts. They were soft and cuddly. Her nipples hardened as I played with them. She had nice round breasts that seemed larger than a C cup. She let me play with her breasts for a few minutes before she got up from my lap. She pulled me up from the sofa, and led me to her bedroom. She had oak bedroom furniture and an interesting oak bed frame. The headboard and footboard both were made of oak posts. Light oak posts approximately one-inch square alternated with gaps of about one-inch. The headboard and footboard were framed with a nice three-inch piece of slightly darker oak.

We kicked off our shoes. I took off her skirt and panties, while she took off my shirt, slacks, and boxers. She sat on the bed while I knelt down on the floor and took off her stockings. I got up and sat down on the bed. I picked up my legs one at a time, and she took off my socks. We were both naked, and we just looked at each other for a few seconds. Her bush was as red as her hair, and neatly trimmed. I’m not an athlete, but she seemed happy with what she saw. We lay down, and we kissed and cuddled for a while. She pushed me on my back, and climbed up on me, straddling Kartal Fetiş Escort my face with her pussy. I was happy to see that she shaved around her pussy. “Eat me”, she commanded as she dropped her pussy on my face. I licked the juices from her already wet pussy, and searched for her clit with my tongue. She had an interesting taste, slightly salty, but not too strong. I wrapped my arms around her back and licked her pussy and sucked on her clit for several minutes. I could feel her wiggling and hear her moaning and panting. I think she came three times before she got off my face. She lay on my chest for several minutes resting before she sat up. I rubbed her back, and felt her putting a condom on my throbbing cock. She hopped on my cock, and rode it. I enjoyed lying there and watching her breasts swing up and down. Since I could see her face, I was surer when she had an orgasm. After her second orgasm, she collapsed on my chest. I ran my hands along her back while she rested. My cock was still warm and hard inside her.

After a few minutes she looked up at me and asked me, “Did you come?”

I replied, “Sorry, but no I didn’t”.

She said, “Oh”.

“I don’t come usually during intercourse. I’m not physically sensitive. It’s alright.”

“What do you do, usually?”

“I usually play with myself. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it later.”

”I’ll take care of it now.” She got up and left the room. She returned a minute later with a hand towel and some baby oil. She took the condom off my cock, and threw it away. She put some baby oil on her right palm, and started masturbating me. She lay down beside me, and we kissed while she played with my cock. It took a few minutes, but I came. She cleaned me up with the hand towel, then cleaned the baby oil from her hand. We cuddled for another half-hour before she said, “It’s getting late.” I took the hint and got up and got dressed. She walked me to the door. I kissed her good night, and left.

We kept dating, and most of the time we would end up in her bed. She always wanted me to eat her, and to fuck with her on top. I almost never came during her fucking. She would masturbate me after we fucked, and we would cuddle for a while before I left. One night she was resting on my chest after her fucking. She looked up at me, and asked, “Did you come?”

I answered, “No”.

She sat up on my hips, with my hard cock still in her. She put her hands on her hips, glared at me, and asked, “Why not? Is there something wrong with me? Don’t you like fucking me?”

I thought for a minute before answering, “Yes Angel, I love having sex with you. No, there’s nothing wrong with you. I’ve always had trouble cumming during sex. I’m not very sensitive. I’ve always needed to masturbate to orgasm.”

She continued to glare at me. “I’m not going to masturbate you any more. I’m tired of it. It may be pleasurable for you but it’s gotten boring for me.”

I looked up at Angel. I could see she was serious. I replied, “I’m sorry that I’ve imposed on you. If you don’t want to masturbate me any more, then you don’t have to.”

She got off my cock, and I got up and started getting dressed. She sat on the bed and watched me as I left the bedroom. I let myself out of her apartment and went home. I didn’t call her for almost a week. I was a little angry at the way she surprised me in the bedroom. If she was tired of masturbating me she could’ve told me when we weren’t in bed. But I remembered the good times we’d had, and I called her for another date. We went out, and had a good time. She didn’t invite me in. We kept dating, and sometimes we ended up in her bed. I always ate her, and fucked with her on top. I never came. We would cuddle afterwards, and I would leave.

One night after a date Angel invited me in. We were sitting on the bed naked, and I expected to lay down and eat her. Instead, she said, “Bert, I’ve been thinking. It’s not fair to you for us to keep having sex like this. I orgasm constantly, but you don’t. I’ve been doing some reading on the Internet. Have you ever heard of a masturbatrix?”

I was surprised. I thought for a minute and answered, “No I haven’t. It sounds something like a dominatrix.”

She smiled at me. “You’re right. Do you know what a dominatrix does?”

I thought for a couple of minutes. “I’ve never seen a real dominatrix. I’ve seen pictures and drawings though. They tie up men and torment them in some manner. Or the men wait on and serve the dominatrix.”

She smiled at me and took my hands in hers. “A dominatrix is a woman that dominates either men or women. Bondage, torment, or service can fulfill the feelings of domination, yes. Have you ever fanaticized about serving a dominatrix?”

“I don’t know. Sure, I’ve seen the pictures, and some of them have aroused me. I’ve never really thought about it before. Why do you ask?”

“Like I said before, I’ve been doing some reading on the Internet. A masturbatrix is a dominatrix that focuses on and torments a man’s cock. You got me started thinking about the subject. Our first time in bed, I was Kartal Gecelik Escort surprised that you didn’t come, and needed to be masturbated. I hadn’t masturbated anyone other than you since I was in high school. At first, I didn’t mind, but I got more and more resentful each time. Finally, I blew up at you that night, and I’m sorry I did that. That was a bad time, and wasn’t fair to you. I started searching on the Internet to see how common your lack of sensitivity was, and I found some medical research. I also found several dominatrix and masturbatrix stories on Usenet. I got wet and horny just reading them, and I decided I was interested in learning how to be a masturbatrix. I know you’d be a good subject because of your lack of sensitivity. Would you be willing to submit to me as your masturbatrix?”

I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know. I can tell you’re excited about trying this out, but I don’t know how I feel about submitting to you. Will you give me some time to think about it?”

“Yes, you can think about it. Let’s cuddle.” We lay on the bed and kissed and cuddled for a while. Then I ate her, and she fucked me. She was lying on my chest resting while I rubbed her back with my hands. I was thinking about how good my life with Angel was, and answered, “Yes, I will submit to you, my masturbatrix.” She sat up on my hips with my hard cock still in her and grinned at me. She rubbed my chest with her hands and said, “I’m happy you decided to serve me. I think you’re going to like this. I will let you know when I want to be a masturbatrix by wearing a particular outfit.” She got up off of me, and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a black patent leather skirt and top, and put them on. The top was low cut and barely covered her nipples. She looked very erotic, and my cock jumped when I saw her in the leather outfit. “When I’m wearing this outfit, I am Mistress Angel. You will not speak, except to answer me. Do you understand?”

I got the idea. “Yes Mistress”, I answered.

“Good.” She walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a belt from the top drawer. She walked to the side of the bed and handcuffed my wrists to the headboard. She wrapped the belt around my ankles and buckled it. She pulled the condom off my cock, and threw it away. She sat on the side of the bed and slapped my cock a couple of times. “This little toy is mine now. I intend to have some fun with it.” She got up and walked over to the dresser. She pulled a pair of black gloves from the top drawer, and put them on. They covered her hands and forearms all the way to her elbows. She came back and sat on the side of the bed. Now that she was closer, I could see that she was wearing lace gloves. She rubbed her hands on my chest, and I could feel the roughness of the lace against my skin. She rubbed my chest with her hands for a few minutes, and asked, “Do you want me to play with you now?”

“No Mistress”, I answered. “You seem very aroused. Are you sure you don’t want me to play with you now?”

“Yes Mistress”, I answered.

“Very well. Eat me.” She climbed up on me, and I could see she was also wearing black patent leather pumps with 3” heels. I hadn’t noticed her putting them on, and I was surprised. She sat on my face, and dropped the skirt around my head. I had eaten her dozens of times before, but this was different. I was bound, and the skirt made it dark and kept me from seeing what I was doing. She had already came eight times before she tied me up, and she stayed on my face until she came four more times. I wasn’t sure how long I was eating her, but my jaw was getting very sore. She got up from my face, sat on the side of the bed, and asked, “Do you want me to play with you now?”

I guessed that eventually she would masturbate be no matter how I answered, but I wanted to see what she was going to do. “No Mistress”, I answered.

She shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Too bad. You seem horny.” She reached over to the end table by the bed. She opened the drawer, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray. She lit a cigarette and took a puff. I was shocked. I had no idea that Angel smoked. I don’t like being around people who smoke, but I found myself getting aroused. I think it was the bad girl image I was seeing that was arousing me. She finished the cigarette, and took her top off. She straddled my legs, lit another cigarette, and took a puff. I was very aroused. The sight of Angel topless and smoking was making me very horny. The gloves and skirt just made her breasts that much more obvious. She looked like a very evil woman. She started stroking my throbbing cock with her left hand, lightly at first. I felt the roughness of the lace on my cock. She kept stroking until she finished her second cigarette. She lit another cigarette, and continued the stroking. She was stroking harder now, and it felt like sandpaper against my cock. I came just before she finished the third cigarette. I looked at my cock and noticed that it was bleeding. Angel got off my legs, and put the cigarettes on the end table. She untied me, and put Kartal Genç Escort a cloth on my cock until the bleeding stopped. I got dressed, and left.

Chapter 2 – I learn my place

I called Angel a couple of days later to arrange our next date. She asked me, “How did you like me dominating you?”

“I was surprised at how much I enjoyed your performance. You really put some thought and preparation into it, getting the leather outfit and gloves. I was definitely aroused watching you tease me and smoke.”

“Will you submit to me as your masturbatrix?”

“Yes Mistress, I will.” “Good. I enjoyed being so mean and nasty to you. In the future, when you come to pick me up for our date, if I answer the door dressed normally, we’ll go out. If I answer the door wearing my leather outfit, you will serve and obey me for the evening.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I gush every time you say Mistress. I’m looking forward to our next session. Talk to you later.”

When I arrived at Angel’s apartment to pick her up for our date, I was a little scared. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her surprising me with the leather outfit. She answered the door wearing a nice outfit, and we went out and saw a movie. After the movie, we returned to her apartment, and had a nice evening of cuddling and sex. A couple of days later, we went out again, this time to a nice Italian restaurant. After we ate, we returned to her apartment.

The first time Angel answered the door wearing her leather outfit, I was actually kind of glad. I noticed she was also wearing black hose. She let me in, and commanded, “Strip in the living room”. I went to the living room, and took off my clothes. Once I was naked I stood there, waiting for her next command. I didn’t have to wait long. “Put your arms behind your back, and spread your legs.” I put my arms behind my back and spread my legs. I found that holding my wrists made it easier. “Good. I want you to stand like that whenever you are not otherwise serving me.” She left the room, and let me stand there for about ten minutes before she came back and commanded, “Come with me”.

I followed her into the second bedroom, which I hadn’t seen before. The room was empty, except for a television set. There were a couple of eyebolts in the ceiling, about six feet apart, with a rope tied to each one. There was a wooden box on the floor, about two feet square and a foot high. “Stand on the box facing the TV.” I got on the box, and she used a small stepladder to tie my wrists to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. After she tied both my wrists, she picked up a spreader bar in the corner of the room that was about three feet long. “Get off the box and spread your legs.” I did, and the ropes tied to my wrists became very taut. She moved the box to the side, and tied the ends of the spreader bars to my ankles. When she was finished, I could just barely touch the floor with my heels. If I stood on my tiptoes it eased the strain on my wrists. I was wondering how long I was going to be tied like this when she walked over to the TV. “Watch this video. We’ll discuss it afterwards.”

Angel turned on the VCR, turned out the light, and left the room, closing the door. The tape had to rewind, which took a few minutes. My eyes had time to adjust to the dark room. The tape started, and it was an X rated tape with a dominant woman and a submissive man. The woman was very attractive, with long blonde hair and obvious breast implants. She had on shoulder length black gloves, stockings, and pumps with four or five inch stiletto heels. Her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. The man looked slightly athletic. He was naked. The video started with her standing and him kneeling before her on a hardwood floor. His wrists and ankles were bound together behind his back. She walked around him and verbally abused him for several minutes while he looked down at the floor in front of him. She called him “a worthless prick”, “slime”, “not worthy of me”, “disgusting dog shit”, and many other things. Then she poured a box of tacks on the floor, walked over to the sofa, lit a cigarette, and commanded, “Crawl over here and eat me, you worthless toad. You better get here before I finish this cigarette.” He started to crawl over to her, but with his wrists and ankles tied together he could only move an inch or two at a time. She was leaning back on the sofa, smoking, watching him crawl through the tacks to her. After a few minutes he finally made it over to her and ate her pussy. She had a couple of orgasms, then pulled his head back.

The video cut to some kind of dungeon. He was tied up like I was, except his wrists and ankles were bound with chains attached to leather restraints instead of ropes. I could see that his knees were all cut up, I suppose from the tacks. She was standing in front of him, whipping his chest and cock with a cat-o-nine tails whip. She moved all around him, whipping his back, bottom, arms, and legs. Then the video cut to him being bound by his wrists and ankles on some sort of table. There was this leather thing wrapped around his cock and balls, attached to a rope going through a pair of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. She pulled on the rope, and pulled him up off the table by his cock until his bottom was at least three or four inches off the table. She left him hanging by his cock for a few minutes while she smacked his legs and chest with a riding crop.

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When the doorbell rang I was ready and waiting. Justin was always on time for our little playdates. It was rather flattering really and it made the planning much easier.

I opened the door to and ushered him inside. He greeted me nicely and I sent him upstairs to the spare room to prepare himself.

Shortly afterwards I heard his footsteps as he made his way carefully down and joined me in the front room. He was naked and a little shy. It was understandable – his nudity contrasted strongly with my own outfit, a no-nonsense black knee-length skirt and a white blouse with a pussy bow at the neck. My legs were sheathed in white nylon.

I was sitting at the writing desk in the corner as he paused in the doorway.

“Over here” I pointed to a spot beside me, turning sideways on the chair as he approached.

He stood on the spot indicated, eyes demurely on the floor as I made a slow study of him, running my gaze the full length of his body. His small penis hung limply over his smooth hairless scrotum. Actually, it was hard to tell if it was in the early stages of arousal or not, he wasn’t blessed in the trouser department and initial signs of swelling were hard to detect.

“Turn”

He obeyed, presenting me with his rear view. I scanned the full length of his body again. He was impressively hairless and smelt faintly of the floral soap I had given him at our previous session. That brought a smile to my face, I do like obedience in a boy.

“Bend”

He was improving with each session. This time he bent fairly smoothly from the waist without shuffling his feet or overbalancing.

“and spread”

He knew the routine, reaching around with both hands to grasp the cheeks of his bottom and hold his crack open for my inspection. A quick glance was all I needed to see that he was clean and hairless there as well, but I left him in the position for a minute or so. I have to admit that taking a lengthy look at someone else’s anus may not seem the most arousing thing to do, but having someone adopt such a subservient position for me is always a little exciting.

“Thank you”

He released his cheeks and returned to an upright position. One last command and he was facing me again.

I asked a few questions about his hygiene/bodycare regime. He responded swiftly and respectfully. Taking my pen I used it to raise his cocklet and leant forwards to take a close range look at his scrotum. The whole area was as hairless as the rest of him and I commended him for his attention to detail and general presentation. I continued with questions about masturbation. Had he been wanking as much as ever? Or had he managed to hold off as I had asked? had he been tempted? Sadly he had. Oh well, early days. At least his answers were swift and respectful. I kept a discreet eye on the clock behind him as we conversed. We were nicely on schedule.

A few more minutes of this and I turned back to the desk and produced a packet from a drawer.

“Here’s your outfit for this afternoon.”

The packet contained a pair of white tights and he trembled slightly as he took them from me.

“Put them on for me now” I instructed. He stepped back to give himself room as he hopped from foot to foot, getting them on. He might have been more graceful if I’d let him use the chair but we both knew how silly he looked wresting with the nylons and a little extra humiliation never hurt anybody. It took a little tweaking to align them perfectly but in short order he was stood in place wearing his new tights. I was privately delighted that my sizing guess had been correct. They clung to him like a second skin and his genitals made a clumsy bulge at the crotch, the fine material doing nothing to hide his body from me. They were possibly a little small for all day comfort, but there was no excess material to sag or droop.

“Very nice, but I think you need one more thing”

I stood and left him for a moment, to fetch the other item from the next room. Telling him my plan for the afternoon as I came back.

“A friend of mine is in town this afternoon, and knowing that I would have my own sissy maid in the house I invited her over for tea.”

This was a key moment. This was a new departure for us. Our sessions together had always been private affairs. I knew Justin well enough to be fairly sure he would go along with this, but if he was going to protest or back out, this was the moment. The key to conquering any brief stirrings of rebellion was to plough onwards and give them no time to rise to the surface. I showed him the scrap of lace and ribbon in my hands.

“and every maid needs a proper uniform.”

I reached up and arranged the tiny cap across his forehead, wrapping the ribbons around his temples and tying them at the back. We were close enough in height that I could reach without any difficulty. It also meant that as I stood close in front of him, he could smell my perfume and feel the bow of my blouse brushing against his chest. If he had any thoughts of protest he didn’t voice them.

I Kartal Grup Escort stood back and admired my handiwork. His skin was warm and pink, offset by the pale white of tights and cap.

“Lovely. If you go back to the hall you can see how pretty they are on you”

I followed close behind him. In the hallway he paused to admire himself in the full length mirror and I stood looking over his shoulder, seeing the eagerness in his eyes as he studied his reflection. I snuck a quick glance at my watch. We were right on time.

“In the kitchen are some things laid out for tea. Pop the kettle on and fill the teapot then prepare a tray for two please.”

He obeyed without a quibble and I repaired to the front room to wait for Corinne. I was just about to reach for my mobile and check on her whereabouts when the doorbell rang.

“Justin.” I called “Could you get the door please, that will be Corinne.”

He appeared from the kitchen a little hesitantly but again obeying without protest. I didn’t think he would back out at this point for he was visibly aroused, his little dickie standing upright, pointing up at his navel. It was in no danger of reaching that far but it was impressive for him.

He made his way into the hall and I heard him open the door to Corinne. The intervening door muted their words but the bright tone of her greeting and his answering murmur were still audible. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen Corinne but when I had rung and enlisted her for the day’s fun I had briefed her on what to expect. As he showed her into the room she had a sparkle in her eyes. She was also dressed for the occasion in a sleeveless fawn dress that suited her skin tone wonderfully. It was almost smart enough to be considered business wear but the top was scooped perhaps a little too low for office use. It did however show off her cleavage to great advantage.

We greeted each other warmly with a kiss and as she settled on the sofa I seated myself in the partnering armchair and sending Justin back to his preparations.

“Thank you Justin, I’ll ring for tea shortly”

He bobbed his head in an awkward fashion and left us. I tried not to react but I was annoyed. I hadn’t used Justin as a maid before and hadn’t given him any specific training for the job. I suppose he had tried to show the right attitude with his halting bow-cum-nod but he was clearly unsure of what was appropriate and the end result had been ungainly. It hadn’t escaped Corinne’s notice. She grinned at me

“You’ll have to teach your maid to curtsy properly.”

“I know. I’ve taught him the basics of being my toy but I never thought to include a curtsy. It’s not a big problem.”

In fact, having a fault to correct would save me from having to invent or manufacture one. We exchanged small talk, and after a few minutes I picked up my little silver bell and rang it. Justin appeared cautiously carrying the tea tray. His steps were a little slower than normal and he was clearly focused on not spilling anything as he walked. We watched in silence as he placed it on the coffee table in front of us. I know I was focused on the teapot and the milk jug, watching for spillages. If I knew Corinne though she was watching Justin’s eager little erection as each step dragged his tights back and forth across it.

I instructed him to pour for us and we watched in silence as he handled milk, tea and crockery with as much dignity as a man in tights and a lace cap can. The pink flush across his face and chest betrayed his self consciousness. To be fair to him, he handled the tea things well, he had a deftness of touch and a certain delicacy of movement that suited the role. After handing us both a cup and saucer he offered the sugar bowl, then replacing it on the tray he stood by the table awaiting instruction. Corinne kept her eyes on Justin as she took a sip of her tea.

“Very nice.”

“Thank you Miss.”

“Mistress Corinne.” she corrected gently.

“Yes Mistress Corinne.”

He was a fast learner. Corinne was smiling broadly. She might be new to this but she was clearly loving it as much as I had thought she would. She glanced at me.

“May I?” she asked

“Be my guest”

She stilled her smile, adopting a sterner tone and turned back to Justin

“Justin.”

“Yes Mistress Corinne.”

“Is this your first time as a maid Justin?”

“Yes Mistress Corinne.”

“I thought so. You have promise, but there are a few things you need to be taught.”

She took another sip of tea. I was impressed, she seemed at home with this situation, even if it was her first time playing the Domme.

“Have you been taught how to curtsy?”

Justin hesitated. Maybe it had sounded like a criticism of me, pointing out something I had failed to do. I like to think so, it was sweet of him to want to defend me. However he was bound to speak the truth.

“No Mistress Corinne.”

“I thought not. However it’s something we can take care of easily enough”

She gave Kartal Manken Escort me another glance, seeking my permission. I gave a slight nod and she continued.

“Take a step back to give yourself room.” Justin obeyed. “You’ll have seen girls curtsy before now, even if only in films. Why don’t you try it for us now?”

Justin’s eyes rose to me for a second, as though confirm that he should be obeying her commands. I merely raised my eyebrows expectantly and his eyes dropped to the floor again. He paused, as though thinking the movements through then, holding his hands out from his sides slightly he slid one foot behind the other and dipped a few inches, then with a bit of a wobble returned to his starting position.

“Hmmm.” Corinne wasn’t terribly impressed. “At least you have a rough idea. But there are two parts to a curtsy. The idea is to bend the knees and bow the head. Try it again, but as you bob down, really tuck your chin into your chest.”

I could see what she was getting at. As he was starting with his head slightly bowed, it wasn’t obvious that he was bending his neck. His second attempt was better, his head dropped as his knees bent. He was still a little off balance but it was an improvement. Corinne continued.

“Better, but still a little rough. I want your back straight, and your hands by your sides. If you were wearing a skirt or an apron you could take the sides and spread them as you curtsied but in that uniform your hands should remain where they are, not wave around all over the place. Again please.”

Once more Justin bobbed. I helped myself to a biscuit from the tray and watched the show. Corinne was doing superbly. She had Justin bobbing up and down, each time tweaking his action a little, whether it was the position of his feet, the speed of the action or the depth of the curtsy. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Justin seemed to be enjoying himself as well – he was breathing a bit more heavily, possibly from the strain of all the balancing as he practiced, but possibly because each curtsy rubbed his cocklet and his nylons together. I let her direct him for a while before stepping in. At the conclusion of a curtsy I cleared my throat softly, Corinne turned from Justin and I spoke.

“Much better Justin. Thank you Corinne, I only wish I’d thought of it myself. However I think we had better pause for a moment before our maid falls over.”

Then I allowed a note of disappointment to enter my voice

“Oh Justin! Have you no self control?”

Corinne’s expression was one of puzzlement and Justin’s wasn’t far off.

“You’re making a mess of your tights, and I’ve only just given them to you!”

It was true, a small wet patch was evident around the head of his little dick. He was clearly aroused enough to be leaking precum into the mesh. He flushed and apologised.

“Sorry Mistress April”

“Here”

I pointed to the floor next to my chair and he stepped over to my side.

“Hold this” I held out my cup and saucer which he took obediently. Taking the waistband of his tights in both hands I tugged it out and down over his genitals, tucking the elastic under his scrotum before releasing it.

“There. If you can’t control yourself, then that should at least keep your uniform clean for the moment shouldn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress April.”

I took my tea back from him and turned to my guest.

“I must apologise Corinne. You come to tea and all we do is correct my maid. I am so sorry. You must tell me what you’ve been up to recently.”

The gleam in Corinne’s eye said that she was quite enjoying correcting the maid but she played along and we began to chat about all that had happened since we last got together, leaving Justin stood by my chair, eyes on the floor and stiff little dickie pointing pinkly at the ceiling.

Time passed and the conversation meandered as we enjoyed our tea. I asked after her family. We talked clothes and holidays. All the while our maid stood by my chair, white nylons and cap contrasting nicely with his soft pink skin. Bless him, he was doing well enough but as we girls chatted, his cocklet was beginning to droop a little. It’s only natural. Without Viagra or a cock ring, not many men will sustain an erection for the duration of a full session. That he had stayed hard thus far I took as a compliment. It might be the presence of two attractive ladies, it might be his own outfit, the subservient position he found himself in, or some combination of all those factors. Whatever the cause, his stiff little dickie was a clear indicator that I was doing something right.

Honesty compels me to admit that tucking the waistband of his tights under his scrotum was probably helping. It’s the basic principle of any cock ring – restrict the blood flow a little so that more of it stays trapped in the penis. Nevertheless it pleased me that he had stayed hard so far.

However as conversation turned to Corinne’s job at the museum I saw out of the corner of my eye that Justin’s small stiffie Kartal Masöz Escort was getting a little smaller. I wondered if I should perk him up a bit, maybe reach out and give it a stroke or two. Done in a casual manner, much as one might stroke a cat twining around your ankles, not giving it my full attention.

I hesitated though. It would probably surprise Corinne and break her flow. I wasn’t ready to make Justin the focus of our attention again and if she broke off to watch me fondle our servant, that would definitely alter the feel of the occasion. Instead I decided to move things along in another way, Justin’s dickie would just have to wait for the moment. We had both finished with our tea, I offered Corinne another cup, which she declined, then ordered Justin to clear away the tea things.

As he gathered the cups and saucers, Corinne and I kept chatting. She was describing a recent trip. The museum had sent her to the midlands for a series of pointless meetings. She had me giggling as she described the dull hours spent in conference rooms in towns like Ashby and Northampton. I sympathised

“I’ll bet the evenings were no picnic either.” I added “I can just picture it, aging hotels that might have been grand a century ago, with a Corby trouser press in each room, populated by middle aged sales reps, and no restaurants open past six-thirty “

Instead of chuckling along with me Corinne blushed a little “Well almost” she said, and there was a sparkle in her eye. I sensed a tale.

“What?” I demanded “You don’t mean to tell me you hooked up with one of those photocopier reps?”

“Oh dear god no.” She looked aghast at the suggestion “Not a traveling salesman!”

“But there was someone wasn’t there?” I wasn’t going to leave it there.

“Oh yes.” She was smiling openly now. “It’s a cliché, but he worked at my hotel. It was just the kind of place you’re thinking of. Dust in the corners, an ancient TV on a wall bracket, trouser press on the wall. There was a small formal garden out the back which still had champagne glasses and confetti in it from a wedding a week before. It was all rather downmarket. Well, the first night I couldn’t get the TV to work and rang reception. They sent up this young man who fiddled around with it until he finally found BBC1 for me.”

“And then you seduced him? It’s like the plot of a seventies porno”

“No I did not!” she retorted “I have some standards you know. He was cute though, and really rather sweet. We chatted as he tried to fix the telly for me, he was doing a degree at the local ex-poly, I asked him about his course, he asked about the museum. It was all very civilised. I did not pull a Mrs Robinson on him.” She paused and watched our maid at work for a moment. “At least not that night.”

“I knew it!” I said “What are you like?”

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have thought of it.” she replied “That Sunday was deadly dull. I think I was the only guest in the place, waiting for the final meeting on Monday. Slow internet and only the one TV channel. I was getting a breath of air in the garden and I bumped into him going off duty. I was bored, and like I said, he was cute so I went for it.” she shrugged “He certainly didn’t put up a fight.”

“I’ll bet.”

“And it was so worth it!” she leant forward eagerly, “He was big enough to satisfy any two women!” she held her hands out to indicate a length somewhere around nine or ten inches.

I was a little startled – and I wasn’t the only one – there was a rattle of crockery as our maid stumbled. I shot him a quick glance

“Justin! More care please.”

“Yes Mistress April.”

“Wash those things up and return to us.”

“Yes Mistress April.”

Whilst we waited for our maid’s return I pressed Corinne for details and she obliged. It was certainly a racy story and by the time Justin rejoined us I was feeling a tingle between my thighs. However there were important details to attend to first.

I stood and pushed my chair back. Corinne made as if to rise but I waved her down and indicated to Justin that he should stand in the spot where the chair had been. He stood meekly to attention facing down the length of the coffee table. His little cocklet was definitely flagging now. I suppose washing up isn’t the sexiest thing in the world.

“Have you finished in the kitchen Justin?” I asked “All the tea things are washed and dried?”

“Yes Mistress April.”

“I hope so. You have performed adequately so far today and it would be a shame to slip up now.” A pleased look flashed across his face before he could hide it. I continued.

“I hope you note my choice of words. Adequate is far from perfect. No good servant should be satisfied with adequate. There is much to be improved upon. We can work on deportment and etiquette at our leisure but right now I’m a little annoyed at how easily you allowed yourself to be distracted.” I walked over to my writing desk and continued speaking “My guest only had to mention another man’s penis and you gave such a jump that you almost dropped the tea tray. Don’t misunderstand me, the penalty for actually dropping the tray would have been severe, but I feel that a little punishment might serve to focus your mind.” I opened the desk drawer and pondered my choice of implements. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

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Chapter 3 – Lying down on the job

Victor led the way into the hall again, followed by the other guests surrounding Mark who took turns fondling his cock and smooth bollocks (from his careful grooming) and then through another door at the rear of the house.

‘This is usually just the downstairs bathroom,’ said Stephanie, ‘but on our special days we add this!

As the room was larger than the average bathroom, there was plenty of space for the large plastic covered bed that was raised off the ground a little. Mark immediately spotted that one end had a cushioned pillow at the end that was inside the shower cubicle itself.

‘Lie down’

He walked to the midpoint of the bed, where two handles stuck out from each side and went to follow the instructions. He had to be careful though because just above where his face would rest there was a circular padded seat with a large hole that would be directly over it.

‘This is our Queening Bench,’ said Victor proudly. ‘Here anyone who would like Mark to suck and lick their private parts is welcome to do so.’ Amelia had a broad grin on her face.

‘If you wish to piss – and only piss – while Mark is pleasuring you, you are welcome to do so too. The shower will clean everything up afterwards very easily. Mark, please can you lift your knees and move your feet to the bars by your side now?’

Mark did so and felt Victor and his wife take one Kartal Öğrenci Escort foot each, moving them slightly to each side and securing them in place.

‘One additional benefit of this table is that our special guest has his legs spread so that he is fully accessible to us. I hope that you all brought your favourite dildos and vibrators as I suggested to you? You will find a selection of lubricants over there to help explore Mark’s arse while he assists someone else.

Amelia was already half undressed, putting her clothes by one of the ‘audience’ chairs that were behind the door they came in by. She sat carefully above Mark so her slightly hairy pussy was within reach of his tongue.

‘Make me cum.’

Mark started to lick her black slit eagerly. She had slim outer lips but fat juicy inner ones and the sound of squelching filled the room. At the same time, Edith gently teased Mark. She knew his body well from his single day he had spent with her and her sister and knew exactly which parts of his cock head and rim were most arousing to him. Although he whined and moaned at her touch she also knew how to avoid making him shoot the load that was building on his balls.

In this restrained position, the only thing that he could do was to lie back and enjoy licking and tonguing Amilia, which he did with great enthusiasm egged on by what was being done to his cock, the knowledge Kartal Çıtır Escort that his performance was being watched and her moans and groans as she thrust herself desperately through the hole in the seat and against his mouth. She was also extremely juicy and wet and her cum smelling liquids dribbled down onto his face, turning him still further.

In the end she came suddenly with a load cry.

‘Well done, you two’, said Victor from his seat, that makes these evenings and the young men who come and share themselves with us so worthwhile. Mark turned his head and saw that while the two men still wore shirts – and in Brent’s case a tie too – both had removed their pants and trousers and were happily sporting large erections.

‘You can have both of these inside you soon, but you have not finished there quite yet.’

After Amelia had had two more quicker – but from the sounds of her final scream – equally satisfying orgasms, she stood up and Amelia eagerly took her place. Her pussy was more… ‘Motherly’, Mark decided as he started to pleasure her instead. He could feel his tongue going deeper between her lips to reach the entrance to her already sticky cunt. At the same time he could feel that a thin anal vibrator being inserted inside him and gently rubbing steadily against his prostate making him drip pre-cum from his slit.

Stephanie was less vocal than Amelia but Mark Kartal Elit Escort could tell that she was clearly getting what she needed and then she raised herself slightly and announced to the room that she needed to pee.

Mark wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep his mouth open or shut but his instinct was to keep his lips tight together as he felt her warm piss start to hit him and roll down his cheeks and neck. The smell and the volume was overwhelming of course, particularly because his current position preventing him from avoiding it but the novelty of the situation meant that those seated on the chairs could also see him thrusting his hips as much as he was able as he subconsciously tried to rub himself against something that wasn’t even there.

‘That is the main reason for having the room set up this way,’ said Victor. Mrs H has always loved sharing everything with me too’. Her bladder emptying more slowly now, she lowered her now wet pussy – that was only dripping with the last of her piss – back towards Mark so he could lick her pussy again turned on by it’s different taste and smell.

‘I have please her in that way many times of course but her insatiable desires were the reason we invited gentlemen

one evening and we (and they) have had many happy times in the same way that you are now ever since.

Stephanie was still quite warm and juicy as Mark continued and shortly reached the point of no return to the delight of those watching.

‘In a moment, you can have a shower

1, to make sure you are clean and ready to feel cock inside you, but first I think that Brent would like to find out what your mouth feels like now, so we will let him take the seat of honour first.

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“Will she appear do you think?” asked Kim.

“Oh yes Kim, I’m in no doubt about that. As a goddess of fate I know the moment of your meeting was pre-ordained. Her life blood runs through you Kim, you must believe she would never turn down this chance to touch her sole heir with her spirit.”

“I’m scared,” Kim sobbed, “of all the weird and wonderful things that have happened to me in Nemesisland, this is the scariest.”

Goddess Nemesis pulled Kim to her and held her in a tight hug, the warmth of her body enveloping her in the heartfelt embrace.

“Don’t cry yet Kim. There will be a time for tears, but not yet. Show fortitude for just a while longer.”

“This is my family isn’t it, my only family?”

“Yes Kim, the Goddess Ziva is your family; you are her ancestor,” she said wiping a tear from her eye, “but stop Kim, look, you’re making me cry now!” she laughed through the tears.

Goddess Nemesis had led Kim into the final part of Nemesisland. They had left the confines of her dungeon domain and thrown open the doors into the open air. They had followed a curious path of hexagon shaped tiles in colours of azure blue, turquoise, yellow and white that led into a wood. Goddess Nemesis explained that this was a deeply spiritual place Kartal Esmer Escort where she came to consort with the other goddess spirits. No mere slave or servant could progress beyond the path into the dark forbidding wood of ancient trees.

Goddess Nemesis turned to Kim, “you do understand, don’t you, why this journey was necessary? Without these trials, without the opening up of your heart, without your devotion and submission to me, you would never have truly believed.”

“Yeah, I get it, really I do. Hey, it’s been wild,” Kim laughed, “I’ve loved every minute of it!”

Goddess Nemesis had changed back into the purple and black pagan dress she had worn in her dungeon, but over it was a black velvet cloak and hood pulled up over her dark hair. Goddess Nemesis and Vicky had helped Kim prepare and get dressed. She was very particular about what Kim should wear and had chosen a gown of shimmering emerald silk for her and decorated her hair with a chain made of yellow primroses and insisted she walk bare-foot through the woods.

“I feel I should be wearing something darker, more sombre,” said Kim.

“No Kim, that’s perfect. It’s the first day of spring and a night of the full moon, a very auspicious moment. It’s a time of re-awakening Kartal Eve Gelen Escort and new beginnings. Spring green is fitting for you Kim. It’s a perfect night. She how the luminous orb of the full moon illuminates our path.”

They both lit candles and then the two women entered into the depths of the dark forest, Goddess Nemesis leading the way. The mystical atmosphere of the woods closed in on them as they made their way slowly through the undergrowth in the candle-lit glow. They broke through into a clearing bounded by gnarled oak trees with a broken tree trunk in its centre arraigned like an altar of natural wood. The glow of the moon shone through the canopy of trees to shed its magical glow on the scene.

“Put your candle down on the trunk Kim. Now, all we can do is wait.”

She gripped Kim’s hand tightly. Kim was breathing heavily. She understood the portent of this moment; she knew this was where she re-connected with her past and also with her destiny. Kim gazed into the dense forest, the tangled dark branches with their emerging buds of new growth, seeking out any hint of movement. It seemed like an age had past, though it was probably only a few minutes, Kim began to doubt whether the Slavic woodland spirit Kartal Evi Olan Escort would appear before them tonight.

Then she caught a glimpse of a shadow in the midnight mist which gradually took shape and formed itself into the figure of a woman and emerged clearly into the edge of the clearing. Cloaked in dark green, she was in the autumn of her life having stalked the forests for centuries. The gazes of the two women met as the Goddess Ziva’s piercing green eyes fixed on Kim appraising the young woman who stood across from her. She stepped forward into the glade and came towards them, the moonlight shining on her curly auburn hair. Kim’s heart was racing. They faced one another. Kim could see clearly now the streams of tears running down the lines of goddess’s care-worn visage and she felt herself welling with emotion. No words were spoken. No words were necessary. Goddess Ziva reached out a hand and gently brushed away the tears forming in Kim’s eyes and took her in her arms and held her.

Ziva turned to Goddess Nemesis, “I know in my heart that it’s so but, tell me, what you have told me is true then, this is my long lost ancestor, my child and heir?”

“There is no doubt sister. We both know it in our hearts but I have verified the facts There can be no shadow of doubt my friend. This is your long lost daughter.”

“Lost, but never forgotten, my spirit has always been reaching out for you and now I have found you. Come to me my dear.”

And under the luminous orb of the full moon spring and autumn green met and embraced.

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Chapter 1.

Peter enjoyed the relationship he had with his wife enormously. From the very outset she had taken the lead, and he was only too happy to follow. It was Fiona who started to chat him up when they first met at a friend’s wedding, Fiona who asked him out on their on a date and Fiona who eventually proposed marriage.

Fiona was the main breadwinner, organized their social life and gave Peter instructions on almost every aspect of their domestic life together. But to their friends and family it didn’t appear that way at all. They were always very relaxed in each other’s company, were superb hosts and gave the impression that they were, no more than that, they were actually very much in love.

They lived comfortably in the suburbs, both commuting to work each morning and applying themselves diligently to their careers.

This had been going on for nearly a year after their marriage when the relationship began to change, at first in a very subtle way, and it all started in the bedroom……

“Peter, would you be a darling and bring a glass of water up with you when you come to bed, and don’t be too long.”

Fiona was ready for bed, and stretching her arms above her head she reluctantly lifted her feet from Peter’s lap and climbed off the sofa.” Peter had been massaging her toes through her stockinged feet for most of the evening as they half watched some French film with sub-titles on the television, which neither of them really enjoyed.

“I’m coming now too, Fi.’

Peter slapped the top of his thighs with his hands and stood up, pointing the remote at the television like a gun and turned the French off without a second thought.

“Au Revoir losers.”

Their relationship was still very fresh, and they both looked forward to bed, making love nearly every night, usually in quite a vanilla way.

Peter climbed into bed and cuddled up to his wife, smelling her minty breath and playfully kissing the tip of her nose.

“Naught, naughty. Peter has disobeyed me. No sex for you tonight.”

Fiona smiled at her husband, kissing him passionately and guiding his fingers down between her legs. She gasped as Peter skillfully and softly caressed her in the familiar way that they had nurtured together. They just knew how to please each other, using familiar techniques that always made them climax. Fiona rubbed against his fingers, running her hands through his long black hair, biting his top lip and rolling him onto his back. She just loved being on top, and would sometimes fantasize that she was the one doing the thrusting, but she vowed that she could never ever reveal that fantasy, even to Peter.

Peter started to move his hips, rubbing his erect penis against Fiona’s stomach as he continued to ease his soaking fingers in and out of his very excited wife.

“No Peter, I said no and I meant it.”

Fiona lifted herself up onto her knees and away from Peter’s phallus, and grabbing hold of the headboard she pulled herself up over his face.

“Put your hands behind your head Peter, right now.”

Peter was enjoying this little game and locked his still wet fingers together behind his head as Fiona slowly lowered herself down onto his face.

“Now make me cum Peter. Concentrate solely on my pleasure.”

Peter looked up at the curls, the wet fullness of Fiona’s lust and closed his eyes as the musty sensations descended on his nose and tongue. Fiona started slowly, grinding her hips back and forth over Peter’s face, feeling his tongue searching hungrily inside her. She began to press harder, sitting down and clamping her knees down hard on Peter’s elbows.

“Come on boy, work for Mummy.”

Her voice was thick with lust, and Peter could tell that she was expecting his tongue to find the spot and do it’s job properly. He gasped for breath, feeling his cheeks redden as the top of Fiona’s thighs rubbed hard against his face, clamping him in position. After an age she rose up, giving him a chance to gasp in a breath, before she pressed back down again, this time faster and harder, her head back, bucking her hips, riding him like a saddle, oblivious to his comfort or needs.

Then a rising scream, faster and faster, two, three final pushes, a half smile as the rising flutter between her legs flowed upwards and took over her whole body. She fell back onto her hands, losing control momentarily as the juices flooded out and she climaxed joyously into Peter’s open mouth.

After a moment she felt Peter’s head start to wriggle free.

“Don’t you dare move. Not one inch Peter.”

Peter was startled at the severity of Fiona’s tone. Usually when she climaxed she would curl up to him in a loving embrace and after a few moments it would be his turn. Despite his jaw aching his penis had hardened, in a Pavlovian response to the exquisite anticipation of entering his beloved Fi.

“I have not finished with you yet, Peter.”

This time her voice was more kindly. She pushed herself up with her hands, and looked down on him, their eyes meeting. Kartal Anal Escort She continued to clamp his face, sitting down hard to keep his mouth open.

“I have a gift for you, as you made Mummy’s cummy so nice.”

Peter wondered if she would take his penis into his mouth. This had happened a few times early in their courtship, and it had been quite lovely. His cock hardened even more at the thought, and he felt a rush of adrenalin. But then it came. At first he was not aware what was happening. He felt a salty taste in him mouth, something warm. But soon it filled the space and he felt himself swallowing, automatically. Then again. He realised then what was happening, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. As he struggled Fiona clamped tighter around his head.

“You are not being ungrateful, are you Peter?” Fiona said slowly.

“Be a good boy now, swallow for Mummy.”

Peter had to concentrate. Fiona carefully controlled her releases, ensuring that he swallowed each mouthful before she continued. She wanted to ensure that every drop was consumed. Every drop. As she looked down she could see her husband’s eyes looking up at her. She was completely dominating him and it was really really turning her on.

At last she finished, and she lifted herself momentarily from his face allowing him to breathe properly. His lips were wet, but he had completed his task entirely to Fiona’s satisfaction.

“Dry me Peter, there’s a good boy. “

Peter used the tip of his tongue searching out the tiny beads of dew on her hair, feeling the textures, taking in the sweet mix of aromas, worshipping his beautiful wife. She moved forward, impaling herself onto the tip of his nose, sliding backwards and forward, teasing him with all kinds of olfactory delights.

Finally, just as Peter started to explore further with his tongue, she lifted herself up, swinging her leg over his chest and snuggling back down into the bed, curling herself around his back.

Peter tried to turn and face her, but Fiona was having none of that.

“No Peter, you stay there, and go to sleep.”

“But Fi, aren’t we going to….”

“Peter you disobeyed me. As a consequence you are not going to have sex with me tonight, at least not on your terms. Now go to sleep, and we will talk about it more in the morning.”

“But, what do you mean I disobeyed you. What sort of language is that Fi?”

Peter sounded cross.

“Don’t get all huffy Peter, you know I don’t like it. You failed to bring me a glass of water as I asked you to. So the punishment is you will not have sex with me.”

“But that is ridic….”

“Stop it Peter. Right now. Go to sleep before I really get cross.”

Peter got out of bed, and Fiona heard him stomp into the bathroom, returning with a glass of water, which he banged down hard on the bedside table next to Fiona.

“There. Satisfied now. Is that obedient enough for you?”

Fiona sat up, turned on the bedside light, calmly took a sip and placed the glass back down on the table. She was really enjoying this, but just couldn’t quite understand why.

Peter sat on the bed next to her, and Fiona lovingly ran her hand down his back.

“Shhh, shhh, my love. Such a silly little outburst. Now come back to bed.”

As they snuggled up together again, Fiona pressed herself up against Peter’s back, curling her leg around his hip. Her fingertips tap tapped the top of his penis, and she could feel how hard it was. Peter gasped.

“Please Fi, can we.”

“No Peter, we cannot. Hush now and sleep.”

Eventually they both drifted off to sleep, but a light had been turned on inside Fiona’s head, and she liked what she could see. A lot.

Over breakfast the next morning Fiona ran her finger around the rim of her coffee cup and tilted her head to one side. She then looked up slowly at her husband as he scooped his cornflakes up and into his mouth.

Peter looked up and met her gaze.

“What?”

Peter spoke with his mouth full, a drop of milk running down his chin.

Fiona looked at him in silence for a moment, then stood up and walked into the hall. She went up close to the hall mirror, licked her index finger and made a minor adjustment to her mascara, before putting on her jacket and picking up a matching clasp bag. She looked every inch the powerful young executive. Impeccably dressed, vibrant, focused and in total control.

She stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Come and wave me off dear.”

Fiona crooked her finger and looked at him without smiling.

Peter hated this part of the day. It clearly made sense for his wife to work as she could earn four times as much as Peter, but did she have to insist on this ritual every morning. He felt like a housewife standing at the door, giving his wife a peck on the cheek and watching her drive off, leaving him to the dishes and the washing before he eventually got dressed and started writing.

In her heels Fiona was a little taller than Peter, Kartal Yaşlı Escort and as she left that morning she put a hand on his shoulder, and looked down on him slightly. She loved this part of her day.

“We will have a little talk tonight dear,” she said, patting the end of his nose with her finger. He looked at her, beautifully dressed and confident, whilst he, in stark contrast, stood in his pajamas, a pinny round his waist, holding his wife’s dirty breakfast bowl in his hand.

Then she left. Peter watched the car disappear behind the privet hedge and closed the door. He loved his wife, but somehow he sensed that something was missing, and he couldn’t quite think what it could be.

As Fiona drove through London, her painted fingernails drumming on the steering wheel, she knew exactly what was missing from their relationship and precisely what she intended to do about it.

As the day unfolded Fiona grew in confidence and felt sexier than ever. Peter shuffled around the house listlessly, the highlight of his day being the moment, on his knees in front of the washing machine, that he ejaculated into his wife’s dirty panties, before guiltily stuffing them in the wash and shutting the door.

Over dinner that evening Fiona poked and prodded at her pasta absentmindedly, occasionally looking out of the window and then at Peter. She watched as he shoveled the food onto his fork gorging on the thick, creamy goo in front of him. For the second time that day Fiona felt a little disappointed with her husband.

“Peter, I have been thinking about last night. I enjoyed myself.”

Her husband wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked up at her.

“Did you enjoy yourself Peter?”

Peter blushed. He always felt incredibly uncomfortable discussing sex and hoped that Fiona would change the subject, and quickly.

“It was ok. You seemed to enjoy it a lot, but I felt a bit frustrated in the end. How is the pasta honey?”

“The pasta is fine Peter, don’t change the subject. So, Peter, how do you feel today? Still frustrated, or did you wank into my panties again?”

Peter blushed scarlet with embarrassment and wriggled in his seat. Fiona smiled to herself, and with elbows on the table, lent forward, eyebrows raised, resting her chin on her locked hands.

“Hmmm? Still frustrated?”

Fiona emphasized the first syllable, drawing out the word seductively as she looked at her husband, arms folded, leaning back in his seat, aching with embarrassment. Peter pleaded with his eyes for this to stop, but Fiona was far to wet to stop now.

“Shall I take that as a no, or a yes Peter?” Fiona maintained her stare, unblinking, looking at her husband, awaiting his response with interest.

“It, it was ok on reflection, I mean, thinking about it today. I quite liked the control actually. Can we talk about something else?”

Fiona felt an extraordinary thrill inside. A heady mind-blowing rush of adrenalin. This was one of the most erotic moments in their marriage and she was determined to make it last as long as possible.

“That is good Peter. That is a very good answer. I want to explore this with you further tonight. Do you agree to do that for me?’

“You mean another night without sex?”

As Peter spoke the words he tried to sound disappointed, but his voice was thick with lust. The idea that his wife would control his sexual releases was turning him on madly.

“I am not sure. Shouldn’t we be, I mean, shouldn’t we just be a normal couple?’

Fiona smiled, pushing her plate towards her husband.

“Run along and do the washing-up, while I have a bath. Is that normal enough for you?”

Fiona stood up, deliberately dropped her napkin on the floor and left the room.

“Be upstairs in 40 minutes, and knock before you enter.”

Peter put his finger into his wife’s plate, and licked the creamy sauce. Something stirred deep within him and he went about his chores almost breathless with desire. Eventually he turned the hall light out and walked slowly upstairs. He knocked gingerly on the bedroom door and waited for a reply.

“Come in Peter.”

As he entered his wife sat at the dressing table in a delicate ivory negligee, touching up her lip-gloss. The room had a heady scent of expensive perfume and hairspray, an overwhelmingly fresh, feminine smell. Fiona picked up a silver atomizer and sprayed her neck and cleavage. She looked incredibly sexy.

She turned to Peter, uncrossing her legs, holding a large pink silk bag on her lap, with a large gold clasp. Peter had not seen it before. It was covered in silver sequins and pink beads.

“I want you take off your clothes Peter and come and stand in front of me”

Peter’s mouth went dry and he felt a lump in his throat. He looked again at the purse, and then up at Fiona’s smiling face as he took his clothes off and laid them on the chair. Then he stood in front of Fiona, hands clasped in front.

“Hands on your head Peter. I didn’t give you permission to touch Kartal Zenci Escort yourself, did I?”

Peter quickly placed his hands on his head.

“Now Peter, before we go to bed tonight I am going to give you a choice.”

Fiona opened the bag and took out a pair of steel handcuffs and then a strange contraption with a series of interlocking rings and a perforated steel tube at the end. Holding up each object in turn she spoke quietly.

“This, or this? You decide?”

Peter laughed nervously.

“But I don’t understand Fi, what are they for?”

Fiona looked at her husband for a moment.

“You can come to bed with your hands restrained behind your back, or you can come to bed with your penis restrained and your hands free. Either way is fine by me. The result is exactly the same. You give over control of your penis to me.”

As Fiona spoke those words they both felt themselves rise up onto a different level of consciousness. This was the moment that Fiona had been waiting for. Would Peter be willing or unwilling? Could this really work? Peter looked at the two objects again, and partly out of curiosity, and partly because he wanted to caress his wife, he pointed quickly at the rings, unable to speak.

“Good. You have made a decision. I am pleased. Now step forward, and close your eyes.”

Peter obliged, and felt a rush as Fiona barked at him to open his legs slightly. She weighed his testicles in her hand teasingly before snapping a ring into place above them. Peter could feel her delicate fingers pull his semi-erect penis through another ring and then felt the end being pushed into a long cold metal tube. He heard a click and then Fiona let go of the tube and the weight pulled his penis down. The cold metal caused his erection to subside. Two more clicks as the back of the tube was fixed to the ring around his testicles, pulling the tube down between his legs, unable to be lifted without painfully pulling on his sack.

“There, all tucked up nicely. Now we can have a lovely early night. Open your eyes now.”

Fiona stood up, gently bringing Peter’s hands down and led him to the bed. She couldn’t believe how turned on she felt. Peter couldn’t believe how excited he felt. Their first kiss was an incredible experience for both of them. Peter found himself in an almost trance like state as Fiona pulled him down gently on the bed and started to caress his neck and chest.

Peter felt incredibly turned on, but was unable to get an erection, and certainly there was absolutely no chance of an orgasm. Yet he was enjoying the evening far more than the previous evening, and particularly the loving and open caresses from his wife, which had slowly faded from their love making over the last few weeks.

Fiona never went anywhere near his penis or the device, concentrating instead on long erotic kisses and her own personal sexual pleasure. When Fiona eventually sat astride his chest there was no anxiety, no thighs clamped around his head. Fiona softly and lovingly rubbed her glistening pussy over his lips allowing her husband to put his hands around her slim waist and caress her buttocks.

Fiona took her time, and with Peter’s skillful tongue she brought herself to an explosive orgasm, throwing her head back and letting out an almost primeval scream. The juices poured down Peter’s throat and he lapped them up, feeling happier and more satisfied than he had for weeks. They both fell asleep in each other’s arms, Peter burying his head into his wife’s perfumed hair.

In the morning Peter leapt out of bed very early, took a quick shower and was shaved, dressed and preparing breakfast happily long before his wife appeared. Over breakfast they smiled at each other like newly weds, and when it came time for Fiona to leave for work he opened the front door and the car door for her, standing proudly in the street in his pinny waving until she disappeared over the horizon.

As he returned to the house Fiona drummed her painted nails on the steering wheel and plotted her next move. She felt wet and smiled wickedly to herself. This was going to be one almighty head rush.

Chapter 2.

The clocks moved forward and the lighter evenings started to herald in the first signs of summer. Peter looked out of the kitchen window wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves finishing off the dishes. His wife had given him an incredibly frilly yellow pinny which she insisted he wore ‘to brighten up the tedium of domesticity’ as she put it. At first he refused to wear it, but Fiona had a veritable armory of persuasive techniques at her disposal now, and they all stemmed from her control over her husband’s penis.

“Fiona, I have been thinking.”

Fiona looked up from her laptop and saw her husband’s back as he stared out of the window into the fading light in the garden.

“I am not sure that is wise, is it.” Fiona sounded playful and mischievous.

“No, seriously Fi. I mean, how long is this going to go on for?”

Fiona smiled.

“How long is what going to go on for Peter?’

“You know exactly what I mean?”

Peter turned round and looked at his wife, holding his wet hands up in the air. Fiona smiled at her husband, thrilled by the glorious clash of feminine colours, all pink rubber and yellow frills adorning her little maid man.

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Over the bridge, right onto Sophia St., left onto Amelia St., right again onto Prince Edward St., and finally right into the driveway. Thank god I knew this drive so well. I was so busy at work I barely noticed my aching balls, but once I was on my way home with nothing to think about but all the possible ways Amanda might tease me, it was difficult to focus on anything else. I almost missed a few turns on my way home.

As my car came to a stop in the driveway, I could feel my pulse accelerating. The anticipation, excitement, and nerves were building my whole drive home and now they were reaching a fever pitch. I practically jumped out of the car and walked as fast as I could without running to the door. I was moving so fast I almost did not notice my wife through the window, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw just enough to make me stop and do a double-take.

Standing in the kitchen at the stove, was my wife wearing absolutely nothing but a white apron. Her breasts were spilling out the sides and her ass was completely exposed. I could not believe she had the blinds open. Anyone passing by could see her.

After gazing in the window at my wife’s body for longer than I’d like to admit, I tore my eyes away and walked to the door. As I opened the door, my nostrils filled with the smell of one of my favorite meals cooking on the stove, but that only occupied my attention for Kartal escort bayan a minute. There was something much more alluring that caught my attention. Between my wife’s ass cheeks was a little glint of red, which could only be one thing, the butt plug we bought together last Valentine’s Day. My wife did not usually like anything in her ass, but she seemed to enjoy how pretty the red jewel looked sticking out between her cheeks and she knew I loved it.

Without turning around, Amanda said, “Take off all your clothes and sit down at the kitchen table facing me. You are to keep your eyes on me until I tell you otherwise. You may occupy yourself by fantasizing about me, but do not touch yourself. If your cock is not hard, I will know you were not following my instructions.”

I stripped right in the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table as I was instructed. Keeping my cock hard was not a challenge at all. Fantasies were rushing through my head like tidal waves. I was more worried that I might explode without even touching myself than I was about not being able to stay hard.

After about ten or fifteen minutes, Amanda started to wrap up cooking. She turned the stove off, put the dishes in the sink, and brought me a plate of food. I expected her to go back and get herself a plate, but she sat down across from me.

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“No, you go ahead without me. I can’t do what I have planned with a full stomach,” she answered smiling.

I was shocked. Amanda was never a big fan of blowjobs. I tried to take my time eating, but I was too excited. My plate was empty in what felt like seconds. Amanda took my plate and put it in the sink. I stood up assuming dinner was over, but before my ass was even completely off the chair I heard, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Wherever you want me,” I said trying to recover from my blunder.

“I want you right there,” Amanda said moving back towards the table. She grabbed the chair she was sitting in and pulled it aside. I watched as my wife got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the table. She stopped between my legs, my cock twitching just inches from her face. She reached under my chair and pulled out a small bottle that I recognized as Great Head, a numbing gel used on the throat to make deep throating more comfortable. Amanda really was pulling out all the stops.

She applied the gel to her throat and then began talking with her lips so close to my cock I could feel her hot breath on my head with every syllable.

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And with that, she wasted no time swallowing my entire cock. Yesterday had been a slow build-up, but today was an assault. I was used to blowjobs consisting of mostly teasing the head, but this was another world. My entire cock was disappearing and reappearing before my eyes. I could feel the tightness of her throat around my shaft. Saliva was coating my cock and dripping onto my balls. The display between my legs was like something out of a porn video, but starring my wife.

She had only been sucking me for a few minutes when I started screaming, “Fuck! I am so close.”

Rather than pull her mouth away, like she normally would to edge me, she slammed her face down until my entire cock and some of my balls were in her mouth. I thought I was going to explode, but she stopped moving. She just rested there breathing through her nose with my twitching cock buried in her throat. As soon as I was off the edge, she started bobbing her head up and down. Within thirty seconds, I was on the edge again and she slammed her face down again. This time using her hand to guide both of my balls completely into her mouth. It took me a long time to come off the edge. How am I supposed to stop myself from cumming when my entire genitals are rammed into my wife’s mouth? She repeated this process over and over until I was perpetually on the edge.

When she finally stopped, she crawled out from under the table and walked upstairs to shower as if it was an ordinary day.

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