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Yan tugged on the bookmark, and flipped his cookery book open. He read the page title aloud, “Quiche Lorraine”. Since he had recently become eighteen years old, his parents had decided that he was old enough to be left to his own devices for the weekend and Yan was faced with the task of cooking for himself. He had decided in advance that he was going to eat well, and was determined to produce a quiche that looked as perfect as the glossy image within his parents’ book.

Running his finger down the list of ingredients Yan noticed something that made his heart skip a beat. Towards the bottom of the list were the twin words, “Gruyère cheese” written in italics. A quick sort through the fridge confirmed his fears; the only cheeses available to him were rich blue varieties, these would not make a reasonable substitute for the gruyère called for in his cookbook.

Yan was disappointed, but determined not to let this setback prevent him from completing his recipe. He briefly entertained the prospects of making the Quiche with blue cheese, or with no cheese at all. It was at this point when Yan was reminded of the very well stocked pantry in the house on the other side of the hill. “I bet they have plenty of gruyère”, he thought out loud. It was thus that Yan set out over the hill with the intention of acquiring a slice of cheese from his neighbours.

Walking at a brisk pace, Yan arrived after slightly shy of ten minutes walking. His neighbours’ house was large, intimidating, and faced away from the direction of Yan’s arrival; meaning that his walk came out in the garden, where he could see into a large empty kitchen through the partially open back door.

Yan inched up to the door, and tentatively knocked on it. Since the door was open this action was awkward and produced a barely audible tap. Yan braced the door against his shoe, and rapped on it, harder this time. The result was a slightly louder noise. There was no response.

After standing outside for half a minute, Yan ventured forth into the kitchen. It was expansive, with two large countertops populated with a variety of different cooking implements. A selection of draws and cupboards suggested a wider range of implements might be concealed within.

Not counting the door he had just entered through, Yan was faced with two doorframes. One of these was filled with a large oak door, which he assumed lead to the house proper. The second doorframe was empty, and lead into Yan’s intended destination: the pantry.

Yan tiptoed into the pantry, from which vantage point one look was enough to spy the object of his desire, a large and completely intact wheel of gruyère cheese.

Yan briefly exited the pantry. He taksim escort picked up a large kitchen knife from the table, returned to the cheese and had just finished making the first cut into it when he heard an alarmingly bold, but distinctively feminine voice ring out, “what are you doing with that cheese”.

Startled, Yan lurched round to see the eldest daughter of the neighbouring household standing right in the middle of the kitchen, with a clear view of his attempted theft. She was tall, buxom and had dark wavy hair and Yan could not for the life of him remember her name. He did recall that she was a couple of years older than him, and whenever the two families had interacted, he had found her aloof yet intimidating.

“So, what are you doing”, she snapped. Yan tried to explain, but all that came out were the words, “I was just”, before he stammered and found himself unable to continue.

“You were just passing by, I suppose”, the girl interjected, “and thinking that nobody was in, you decided to help yourself to our cheese”. Yan’s tongue felt like it was made of lead, he found himself completely unable to interject, although it did occur to him that the truth was hardly and better, he had been in the process of stealing the cheese.

The girl marched up to Yan, she stood alarmingly close to him, so close that he could smell a faint sweet musk from her perfume. “Do you know how we deal with thieves around here”, she snapped. And with that she grabbed him by his curly blond hair, dragged him into the kitchen, and thrust him face down over one of the workstations so that he was bent at the hips.

In one fluid motion, the girl thrust her fingers down the back of his trousers, curling them around his belt, and yanked down, so that his pert teenage arse was exposed. She reached out for the first implement available to her and found a wooden spatula. Placing her left hand firmly on Yan’s head, to pin him against the table, she gripped the spatula with her right hand, raised it into the air, and using all the force available to her, delivered a blow to Yan’s right buttock.

The sudden sharp stinging sensation quite literally took Yan’s breath away. He gasped for air. This was an entirely new experience for him, and it came as quite a shock.

“This is what you get when you steal from our pantry”, the girl cried out, and with each word she raised the spatula and brought it down on Yan’s rear. With each stroke she switched buttocks, so that by the time she had finished his bottom was bright red all over.

After this rapid flurry of blows, the girl stopped. She took a step back in order to take in her handiwork, running her left hand from Yan’s mecidiyeköy escort head to the small of his back as she did. Yan squirmed, unable to process the full range of sensations he was experiencing. It was this action that caused the girl to notice the precise way that Yan was pushing his bum away from the table, and to jump to the correct conclusion.

“You little fucking slut” she squealed with delight, “you’ve got a fucking erection from this haven’t you?” And with this rhetorical question, she grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up from the countertop and flipped him round. In the process, revealing the five inches of rock hard cock that her actions had aroused.

The girl went down on her knees in order to get a better look. Yan’s dick was at head height. She wrapped her left hand around his sack, and caressed his balls, squeezing just hard enough that Yan felt pleasure and discomfort in equal measure. Suddenly, as Yan was starting to take in the situation, she delivered a couple of light slaps to the shaft of his cock with her right hand.

The girl paused, listening to the slight gasp Yan had emitted. She stroked the length of his cock a couple of times as if this was an apology, before finally exclaiming, “I bet I know something you’d fucking love, little slut”. The girl took her hand away from his shaft, but maintained a tight grip on his balls. “Get on the counter, slut”. The girl practically pushed Yan up onto the worktop with the hand she had wrapped around his junk, leaving him little choice but to comply. “Lie down”, she commanded, simultaneously using her right hand placed on his chest to force him down from his seated position. “Legs up”, followed, as she guided his feet onto the countertop.

“Take of your shirt”, she commanded, and tentatively Yan obeyed. The girl then removed Yan’s shoes and pulled his trousers off his ankles, leaving him totally exposed from the waist down. She slapped his balls twice playfully, before turning around to hunt through the kitchen for something. Moments later she returned holding a rolling pin and a tub of lard.

She scooped up a blob of grease with her fingers and rubbed it liberally over one half of the rolling pin. Placing her left hand on Yan’s back, she maneuvered the greased end of the rolling pin to his virgin asshole and began to push.

The implement that penetrated him felt hot and sharp. Yan felt overwhelmed, the sensations as the rolling pin slid inside him were simultaneously unbearable and delectably stimulating.

Slowly sliding the rolling pin out and then in again, and then picking up pace, the girl worked her way up until she was buggering Yan mercilessly. He had never been beşiktaş escort this turned on before, but neither had be been this terrified. Almost automatically, he reached to touch his cock, only to find the pounding stopped as his hand was slapped away.

“You’ll have to ask permission to touch yourself, you little cunt” said the girl, as she started pumping the rolling pin again.

“Please can I” whispered Yan.

“Please can I what?” the girl responded.

“Please can I stroke myself?

“Why?” Asked the girl, “because you’re a little slut who gets off from being fucked in the ass?”

Yan gave the answer that he thought she wanted, “Yes” he gasped.

“Say it” the girl curtly responded.

“I’m a little slut who likes to be fucked in his asshole” he managed to blurt out.

Without letting up on the pace of the rolling pin, the girl ran the point of one of her nails from Yan’s asshole, across his testicles, and then along the length of his cock.

“Okay” she relented, “but you’re going to have to ask my permission to cum. And when you do, I’m going to make you lick it up.”

With this comment, Yan’s cock twitched involuntarily, causing the girl to giggle. He reached out and grasped it, stroking only very gently, even so, the urge to cum was nearly unbearable and he found himself biting his lip in order to hold back.

“You make a very cute little slut” remarked the girl.

“Thank you” Yan murmured back, suspecting that a response was required.

The girl reached out and cupped his scrotum with her free hand, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around his cock.

Yan was delighted by the feeling of her fingers against his balls, and the tempo of his strokes increased.

“I want to cum soon please” he begged.

“Okay slut” said the girl “you have my permission”

Two long strokes later and Yan shot several long ropes of semen, hitting himself in the face, and also covering his chest. This delighted the girl, she stopped pumping the rolling pin and let go of it, leaving it to slowly ease its way out of Yan’s asshole.

She took her clean hand off his balls, and used it to wipe the semen of his chest. She brought her hand up to Yan’s already cum splattered face.

“Clean it” she demanded, and Yan found himself sucking the cum from her fingers. It felt thick and salty as he swallowed it, with a meaty aftertaste. Once her fingers were clean the girl used her hand to collect the cum from his face, and forcing him to eat this as well.

When Yan was finally nearly clean, the girl sauntered off to the basin, and started washing her hands. Yan remained where he was on the counter, feeling breathless.

“You might as well take the cheese” the girl called over her, “I’ve never had much of a taste for it. Please do drop by again soon though, slut” And with that, she walked out, leaving Yan to collect his thoughts, his clothes, and then a hearty slab of gruyère, in that order.

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Day 3

Harry groggily opened his eyes to find himself alone in the bed. There was sunlight seeping through the gap in the curtains and he could hear the water running in the shower. He rubbed his eyes and heard the water stop and seconds later Diana came into the bedroom. She was still damp from the shower and her wet hair was pulled back behind her head by a bright red barrette. She shyly looked at him before casting her gaze to the floor.

Diana: “Morning baby. Did you sleep OK?”

Harry: “Like a log. You OK?”

Diana: “Mmmm. About last night. I was thinking that I, or maybe we, got a little carried away!”

As she spoke she moved to the bed a lay down before snuggling into Harry`s arms. He could feel her wet hair trailing across his chest and she threw one arm around his waist and squeezed one his thighs between hers. He pulled her closer to him with one arm.

Harry: “It was different that`s for sure. Having said that I wouldn`t have changed a thing. It was so bloody hot! Watching you and Moira was an experience I will remember for the rest of my life!”

Diana: “What about……………..When you took me in my bottom?”

Harry: “Oh my God. That was so goddam erotic. I have wanted to do that for ever, but I just never could get up the nerve to ask you. Did I hurt you?”

Diana: “A little bit at the start, but Moira was right about the plug. If you wear it all night before, when it comes to the act your back passage is already stretched a bit which helps. It was hard to sit at the beginning though!”

Harry: “Ha, ha. I did notice but thought it was that the corset thing was to stiff and tight. I would never have guessed the real reason. Thank you for doing that for me. It was one of my fantasies, and one that I never thought I would ever get to do. Did you enjoy it though?”

Diana: Not at the beginning, but when I got used to it I must say it was fantastic. I could never have imagined that I could come from having you in my rear end, but I must have come three times as the sensations were so different and so powerful!”

Harry: “Would you want to do it again?”

Diana: “Oh my God yes. Not every day, but once in a while would be great. What about all of that with Moira? Did it embarrass you what I did with her?”

Harry: “Baby no, that was so fucking erotic. I could have watched you two all night. What’s not to like about watching two gorgeous woman pleasuring each other two feet in front of me?”

Diana: “I loved it too. I never, ever thought I wanted to do it with a woman, but listening to Mary and Sandy and seeing your reaction to Moira, well I thought let`s give it a try and I can always stop if it is not what I want. Once we started it was fabulous. She is just so good at it. I was coming and coming and when it was my turn to do things to her well, I just did what I liked and it seemed to work. Before you ask. Yes, if it was a woman that was as attractive as Moira I would definitely be interested to do it again!”

Harry: “This holiday is turning into the best one ever. Moira was just moving you around like you were her own private sex toy. She guided you and you just did as she wanted. When you didn`t suck me quick enough that slap on your behind must have stung. My God, I nearly came just watching her spank you and you didn`t even complain and just did it. It was like you were following her commands!”

Diana: “I guess I have always had a bit of a submissive side. I didn`t intend the night to go in that direction, but once Moira started I felt so aroused at just being used that I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. The slap nearly made me come as well. I have always fantasised about being punished, although I must say that in my fantasies it was you spanking me for being naughty and not a woman.”

Harry: “Well I guess we can add spanking to our fantasy bucket list. You have the most gorgeous bum and I would love to spank it some time.”

Diana moved her head so she could look at him and Harry saw the mischievous grin on her face, and he gasped as she seductively stated, “Well I was very, very naughty last night and I think I need to be punished!” And with that she slid around so she was laying across his lap and raised her buttocks up provocatively.

Harry thought he had died and gone to heaven as he stared down at the hard bottom of his wife that had been the biggest focus of his lust for more than four years. He ran his hand over the pale taut skin and swallowed hard before asking, “Are you sure about this?”

Diana was breathing heavily as she replied, “Yes, I want you to punish me for all of the naughty things I did yesterday. I masturbated in front of the others on the beach. I ate your come in full view of Jim, Mary, Dave and Sandy. I let Moira lick me to orgasm so that the others could watch. I licked Moira`s pussy and sucked your come from inside her. I drank far too much. Please Master. I need you to tan my arse for all of the bad things I did!”

Harry was amazed at Diana`s reaction. Where kuşadası oral escort did the “Master” thing come from he wondered This holiday was bringing out a side of Diana that he had never seen, and he never wanted it to end as each new erotic episode unfolded. Tentatively he tapped first Diana`s left arse cheek and then the right.

Diana seemed pissed off now and her breathing had returned to normal as she thrust her buttocks higher and stated, “You can do better than that. Harder, much harder! I was a very, very naughty girl and I need my Master to show me how bad I was by turning my bum red. Now spank me!”

Harry had always tried to do as she wished, so he pushed himself back so he was sitting upright with his back against the headboard and she slithered with him to maintain her place bent over his lap. He slapped her on the left buttock and watched as Diana wiggled her arse, encouraging him, before she said quietly, “Harder!”

He slapped her again, but this time harder and on the right buttock and he saw a faint pink handprint start to rise on the pale skin and once again she urged him, “Harder!”

Harry`s hand rose and this time he delivered a hard slap to her bum that echoed in the room and was rewarded with a low, “Aaaaaah!” from Diana, before she again said, “Harder!” Harry felt himself harden even though he was constricted in this position by the fact that Diana`s tummy was pressing down on his cock. Diana must have felt his burgeoning arousal as she moved position slightly and presented him her bum once more and she was now breathing heavily again as she gasped, “Now harder! Do it like you mean it and you want to punish me for my naughtiness? Pleeeease Master, spank me good and hard!”

Harry was in a quandary as he really didn`t want to hurt her. He did want to spank her though. That he knew for sure, and it appeared that she wished for it as much as he did. He took a deep breath and brought his hand down as hard as he could. Diana squirmed in his lap and let out a low moan followed by, “More, I masturbated in front of strangers, I sucked your cock until you shot your hot, creamy, salty, delicious come in my mouth so everybody could see, and I……………,” Harry`s hand landed again with as much venom as he could muster and she moaned louder and shuddered before goading him more, “It felt so good rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples and knowing that Mary and Jim were watching, and when I had your cock in my mouth I stared at Dave and Sandy making sure they were watch…………….,”SLAP, “ing. Last night was so hot with your cock buried in……” SLAP, “My arse! Your big thick cock pumping,” SLAP, “In and out. Reaming my slutty arse and then feeling,” SLAP, “You shoot your load into my bowels!” SLAP.”I was so bad, I loved having my tongue in Moira`s,” SLAP, “Delicious pussy and sucking your spunk out of her!” SLAP. Diana was having trouble speaking now as she panted in his lap and Harry was having his own troubles as his hard cock was squashed under Diana. He delivered one last slap as hard as he possibly could and Diana moaned and he could feel her body tense as she came. It wasn`t a mind blowing orgasm but it was big enough that she was still shaking slightly a full minute after it had begun. Harry looked at Diana`s bum and he could feel the heat as he gingerly ran his hands over the bright red skin.

She rolled off of him and Harry saw his erection spring up once the weight of Diana`s body was removed. Diana saw it too and wrapped one hand around it and looked up at Harry with doe like eyes and said, “Thank you Master. Next time you can use a belt or a stick. Especially if I have been terribly bad!” All the time she had been talking her hand had been moving subconsciously up and down his shaft and Harry saw drops of pre-come forming on the head of his dick. Diana bobbed her head forward and licked them off with her tongue.

Her hand was moving agonisingly slowly on his cock and teasing him. Harry didn`t know where the thought came from as he had never acted this way before, but he grabbed Diana by the hair and forced her down onto his prick until it bounced of the beginning of her throat. Harry didn’t release his hold on her hair and moved Diana up and down on his hard member. He was basically masturbating using her mouth and to his surprise she was loving it. Diana was moaning and groaning as she did when they made love and she was obviously truly excited by Harry dominating her in this way. Harry knew his climax was coming but he wanted to prolong the submissive role play they were enacting, and so he pushed Diana off of him so that she fell on her back and then jumped to his feet and jerked himself off and watched as five large ropes of his semen spurted out of him and landed on her face and breasts. As he felt the last spasm fading he knelt and fed his come covered cock into Diana`s mouth and she sucked him greedily and removed all traces of his semen.

When they were finished Harry lay down kuşadası rus escort once more and Diana snuggled into her favourite position under his armpit with her arm across his chest. “Where the hell did that come from?” Harry asked.

“I don`t know, but it was fantastic. I have always wanted to be dominated by a man in that way and you did it really well babe,” Diana paused for a good twenty seconds, “I can`t wait to do it again! Did you enjoy it? It seemed like you did, from the reaction of your dick?”

“Diana, it was more than great. I don`t know what is happening to us but these new sexual revelations that you are hitting me with every day just make me love you even more, and I really didn`t think that that was possible! Who are you? And what have you done with my wife?” and they both laughed.

Diana made to move from the bed when Harry reached out a hand to stop her. “All that you said about belts and sticks. Did you mean that? You would want me to belt you or cane you?”

Diana became shy once more before whispering, “It would be the next step, and only if I had been terribly naughty and you were seriously displeased with me!”

Harry didn’t answer, but his mind was going ten to the dozen as he imagined using a belt or a cane on the wife he loved. As Diana returned to the bathroom to wash his come off of her body he felt his cock stiffen and he knew then that if the opportunity arose he would love to whip her behind for her.

Nothing more was said about Diana`s submissive display as they got dressed in casual T-shirts and shorts before going down for breakfast. The other four were already there and demolishing their heaped plates of fried breakfast. The usual greetings were exchanged before Harry asked, “Did you all sleep well?”

Sandy answered, “Yes we slept like the dead. After we went upstairs we just lay in bed and watched a movie on Channel two!” Dave, Jim and Mary laughed out loud and once the realisation of what she had said hit them both Diana and Harry blushed a deep crimson.

“You three were so hot,” chipped in Mary, “We watched you, and I gave Jim a hand job. He came three times like that just watching your performance!” That was the cue for Jim to blush deeply.

“Last night was good, but I must admit I enjoyed the movie this morning even more!” Dave said with a grin and swung his hand through the air in an exaggerated parody of Harry spanking Diana. Diana and Harry didn´t know what to say or do. They had completely forgotten that they could see the other couples, so it only followed that they would have the ability to watch them. In the end they just laughed nervously before tucking into the breakfasts that Gail had provided in that minute.

Sandy was once again the ice breaker when the table fell silent, “Dave and I want to try that with Moira tonight. I hope she is up for it?” Nobody had time to answer as Moira entered the dining room and greeted everybody by name, before taking her usual seat and placing a large professional camera on the table. She poured a coffee from the pot on the table and then she spoke. “Well I hope you are all enjoying your stay and it is everything you had wished for?” This statement drew frantic nodding from all three couples. “As you know. This competition was sponsored by Scott`s Lingerie. They have also asked if the ladies would be agreeable to model their clothes and these pictures would be used in the next catalogue. It is purely voluntary, but anybody that will take part will receive another Gift Token for five hundred pounds and get to keep all the items they modelled. Are any of you interested? It is a very good day for taking photos and the whole thing will probably only take a couple of hours!”

Sandy, Diana and Mary all looked each other before Sandy announced, “We are in!”

Moira rose from her seat and said, “Shall we meet on the patio in 30 mins then. I will have Angus bring the boxes out and we can use that as a dressing area. Gail will be there to help and I will be taking the photos.” With that she left to find Angus.

The six of them returned to their food as Angus passed through the dining room many times and deposited a multitude of boxes onto the patio that was bathed in bright sunshine. Once finished, they left to brush their teeth and get ready for the photo shoot. Harry jumped in the shower quickly as he had not had time earlier due to the fact he was tanning Diana`s bottom and Diana lay on the bed dozing as she waited for him. She was startled from her day dreams by Harry shouting from the bathroom, “Are you sure you Ok with this modelling thing? It will mean that people all over the UK and probably the World will get to see you in just sexy lingerie!”

Diana thought for a couple of seconds, “It will be just like wearing a bikini on the beach, and nobody worries about that. It`s not like they will be able to see my tits and fanny!”

Harry came out of the bathroom towelling his hair, “As long as you are OK with it that`s kuşadası sınırsız escort all that matters!”. He looked at his watch that was on the vanity. “Well you better go down. The half an hour is almost up. Let me get shaved and dressed and I will meet you there.”

Diana left the room and Harry went back in the bathroom to shave. Fifteen minutes later he was washed, shaved and dressed in a pair of swim shorts and a plain white T-shirt and he went downstairs to join the others. Arriving at the patio he saw that events were well under way. There must have been ten or twelve boxes of varying sizes spread around the patio. On closer inspection he saw that they were all full of underwear in various colours and made of varied materials. Harry went back into the bar and poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot on the counter. He grabbed one of the chairs from the bar and went outside to see how the day unfolded.

Moira was obviously the Boss and she was directing the women and instructing them on which items to wear based on their hair colour and height Harry guessed.

Diana was given a pale blue camisole and French Knickers set and she unashamedly removed her sparse clothing before slipping them on. Harry looked over at Mary who was also half naked as she was pulling on a red thong, bra and suspender belt set. Gina was helping her and unpacking a pair of stockings to go with the ensemble. Sandy was already wearing a dark green one piece bassinette similar to the one Diana had been wearing the other night, except this one covered what breasts she had. Moira was helping her smooth out the pale green stockings on her legs and fixing them to the straps. Harry couldn`t help but notice as Moira flicked her fingers lightly across Sandy`s mons at every opportunity. Moira insisted in pulling up the dark green thong that completed Sandy`s attire and Harry noticed that she used both hands to seat it properly between Sandy`s thighs and ended with a gentle tap on Sandy`s pantie covered sex when she was satisfied. As Harry swung his eyes around him he saw that all the women were ready. They made an erotic sight as Moira delved into the biggest box and pulled out a pair of light blue heels for Diana, red ones for Mary and Dark green for Sandy.

Once they were ready Moira ushered the three into the bar. Mary was instructed to sit on the bar and cross her legs after being helped up by Gail. Once Mary was positioned Moira took a chair and placed it in front of her but just a little to the side and Diana sat on it and crossed her legs. Another chair was placed on the other side of Mary`s crossed legs but this time side on. Sandy was instructed to grab the back and kneel on the chair and push one leg down to the floor. Harry thought it made a very sexy tableau. Gail flitted about adjusting straps and stockings and only when Moira was satisfied did she start to rapidly snap the photos.

Harry knew now why some models complained that it was a boring job. To take this picture had taken nearly thirty minutes of preparation. He himself was suprisingly bored and he wondered how that could be as he looked at three beautiful women dressed in the most sensuous lingerie. He thought that it was probably because it was all so staged and there was no sexual undertone to the procedures.

Next Moira led the three women to the dining room and took individual shots from the front back and both sides. She made the girls stand next to the large grandfather clock. Diana`s four shots were completed quite quickly but Sandy and Mary took longer as Moira got them to open their legs wider so that the panties and thong were visible in the pictures. Harry thought it was getting more interesting now and chuckled to himself.

The last photo was taken in front of the huge front doors. The women were lined up side on with Diana at the front and Sandy at the back with Mary in the middle. Gail again fussed around until Moira was happy and then she shot about ten quick fire frames.

The same procedure was repeated for three new outfits. Diana in a black panties and bra set that were almost see through. Her nipples and shaved mound were easily visible and she also wore dark black thigh highs. Sandy was in a pale cream Teddy that was so short the matching frilly panties were easily visible. Mary was in an electric blue negligee that fell nearly to her ankles but the V- neck exposed her ample cleavage perfectly. The sides were a lacework so when she did the side on shoots her entire skin from ankle to armpit was on display.

They returned to the patio and Mary was given a pale yellow bra and panties. Harry gasped when she put them on as there were holes cut for each nipple and Gail pinched both hard in order to make them stand up for the photos. The panties also had slit in them and Mary`s thick, and by now glistening, labia was pulled through the gap by an ever attentive Gail.

Sandy wore a black thong and bra set that was complemented with black thigh highs.

Diana was dressed in the same bassinette that she had worn the other night, but this time in red. Her breasts rested on the half cup and were fully exposed. She was wearing no panties, so her sex was also there for all to see. Harry thought for a moment about protesting, but having looked into Diana`s face and seeing the apparent excitement that she had at displaying herself so wantonly he kept quiet.

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‘Even better,’ I can tell he’s smiling now. ‘I’m at the new place though; I’ll have the agency text you the address. See you soon Beautiful.’ He hangs up. Wait. What?

James’ head appears around the doorway

‘That your special someone?’ He teases.

‘NO James’, I snap, a little too harshly. ‘Sorry, just a work thing. Doesn’t matter.’

‘Ah, the cut throat world of antique literature, eh?’ I’m too stressed to think of a witty reply, so I stick my tongue out at him instead.

A minute later my phone goes again with a text message.

Yep, sure enough, Sam’s booked me for two hours, new address and under special instructions: ‘Attire: Au Naturel.’

I can’t help smiling. I guess he really did like what he saw the other night. Alright then Mr Byron, that’s exactly what you’ll get.

I say my goodbyes to my family and head home to get ready.

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I pulled the ribbed glass dildo out until the wide head began to stretch her tight little anus, and then I slid it back in, ever so slowly. I loved watching each rib slide inside, and I loved how she moaned and whimpered in a tiny little voice.

“Good girl,” I murmured, caressing her round ass before putting the dildo to work again. I could feel her body wriggle and writhe. Laying at full length across my lap, ass up, she painted a delicious picture, and my cock pressed hard against her hip.

“MMmmmmm, you like Daddy fucking your ass with the dildo, don’t you?”

“Oooooohhh, I do, Daddy, I do!” she cooed back.

I reached under with my other hand and began to rub her hard little nub again. I used light pressure, just barely touching, and rubbed in slow circles. I kept the dildo busy, too, using deep slow strokes.

“You’re such a lovely little plaything,” I murmured. “I love toying you.”

She moaned again, and sighed, breathing heavily.

I played with her quite a long time, feeling her ebb and flow. I pushed the dildo in until the flanged hilt rested against her spread rosebud and held it there. Then I focused solely on her clit, rubbing until she almost came, and then letting her come back from the peak before starting again.

“Daddy! Please let me cum!!?!” she begged, but I told her no, not yet.

“You’ll be a good girl and tell me before you cum, won’t you? You know I’ll be disappointed if you cum before I say you are allowed.”

“Okay, yes,” she gasped, her breath uneven, “I’ll tell you. I want to be a good girl…”

I released the dildo and went back to work on her clit. She was soooo wet, and was practically grinding into my hand. The movement and the clenching of her muscles slowly squeezed the dildo back out of her ass, so whenever it got close to popping all the way out, I’d push it back in and start again.

I did this for a while, bringing her to the brink and then stopping before she came. To her credit, she told me every time, but I knew that soon she wouldn’t be able to help orgasming if I kept pushing her that close. I decided to change it up a bit. So I stopped fingering her pussy altogether, removed the dildo, and asked her to go get her very favorite buttplug from the toy drawer.

I was pleased to see she returned with a large, beautifully swirled glass plug. I had suspected she’d bring back one of the small metal plugs with the top escort kuşadası that looks like a jewelled flower. She likes those because they look pretty in her ass, but this time she chose to stretch her limits, literally, and I loved it.

I made her stand in front of me, facing away, and bend over.

“Now, spread your ass wide for me, love.”

She did, and I lubed the plug and worked it into her, gently. It’s not one of those ridiculously huge plugs that are more gimmick or circus feat than they are toy, but the widest part is as thick as my wrist, and it took some care to insert it without hurting her too much. Luckily she was fairly relaxed from the dildo, and that helped.

“There you go,” I soothed, caressing her smooth ass. “Now get on your knees for me, please.”

I stood in front of her and she looked up at me, a happy expression on her face. My cock stood erect, inches from her face, and she reached up to take hold and start sucking.

“No no, sweetie, not yet.”

“Ohh, Daddy! You’re teasing me!!” she whined.

“Of course I am, Lexi. You know I love to tease you. It makes me soooo hard to see you longing for your Daddy.”

I rubbed my cock over her face and across her parted lips as I spoke. She gasped and closed her eyes, a look of rapture on her face.

“Please let me suck you, Daddy,” she pleaded sweetly. “Let me make you cum…”

“Such a sweet, greedy, girl. So eager to please!” It was true, too. I’d never had a partner who seemed to get so much genuine joy from doing whatever pleased me. I knew just how lucky I was. “You can suck me soon, love, but not yet. I’m not finished playing with you.”

I moved around behind her and reached down over her shoulders to play with her breasts. She has small breasts, but they are lovely and pert, and her nipples are so sensitive she can nearly orgasm from stimulating them. She practically purred as I began to focus on them, rubbing and squeezing, twisting and tugging lightly. Her obvious pleasure kept my cock hard, and I let my shaft rub over her shoulders, neck, and hair as I played. After a while, she began to squirm and whimper, and I knew she was being sweetly tortured by the electricity flowing through her tender nipples.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her.

“Ohhh please, Daddy!” was all she managed, and it wasn’t especially clear whether she meant please stop, or please keep going, so I kept going. I continued to play and tug and tease kuşadası escort her pink, hard nipples until she moaned, “Ohh, I can’t take it anymore!”

I squeezed a nipple in each hand, hard but not toooooo hard, and bent down to kiss her neck.

I spoke gently but said, “You can take it as long as I choose to keep doing it, love. I know you wanna be a good plaything…” I softly rubbed my thumbs over her nipples as we spoke.

“I do wanna be good, but it hurts so much, Daddy! I can’t hold still!”

“Alright then, sweetie. Thank you for telling me how you feel. Would you like to suck my cock for a while and let them rest?”

I knew what her answer would be, so I stepped in front of her again and she went to work with her mouth. From her happy moans and sighs, and the eager wet slurping sounds she made, however, I don’t believe you could call it work.

I let her suck me until I was fairly close to cumming, and then I pushed her away and said, “You’re such a good little cocksucker! But that’s enough for right now.” She fussed a little bit and complained that she wanted my cum, but I just smiled and sat on the couch again.

I patted my lap and told her to lay down across my again, and she did. I tugged and toyed with the buttplug awhile. Her ass had tightened back up around the narrow neck of the plug, and I loved watching it stretch her as I pulled it almost all the way out and then reinserted it. I added some more lube so as not to injure the delicate tissues there.

After I toyed her ass, I repeated what I had done earlier. I reached until her and fingered her clit until she was squirming and close to orgasm, and then I quit or change up the rhythm to prevent her from cumming.

After two or three cycles, she begged me, “Ohhhhhh, please let me cum!! Please?? I’ll suck your cock any time you want me to, just let me cum!!”

“But sweetie,” I answered, “you’ll suck my cock any time I want you to, anyway…”

“I know, but please??? I’ve been a good girl! Please, Daddy?”

“You’re right. You have been a good girl. You deserve to cum.”

She was in the middle of thanking me profusely when I motioned for her to get up. She looked puzzled, wondering why I had stopped fingering her after agreeing she’d been good, but she did as I asked. Then I slid down onto the floor and layed on my back.

“Come feed me that tasty little pussy, love.”

She giggled happily and kneeled over my kuşadası escort bayan face. She was very wet and her lips were swollen and full from all the stimulation. I danced my tongue over her clit and slid it deep inside her, and feasted on my plaything’s deliciousness. I love that she can never fake an orgasm with me, because when she cums, she absolutely gushes. She doesn’t squirt, like in the porn movies, but she releases a sudden, copious flow of her nectar. So, when she squealed and arched her back, there was no doubt she had climaxed – she flooded my mouth and face with her wetness!

She ground her pussy against my face as she came, moaning with pleasure.After her orgasm subsided, she started to get up. I took her hips in my hands and held her there, told her I wasn’t done with her yet, and kept right on eating her. She squirmed and tried to get away, saying it was too much, but I didn’t relent this time. I kept on flicking my tongue against her hard little clit until she cried out again, shuddering all over, and drenched me again! If anything, the second orgasm seemed even more intense than the first.

I slowly licked her clean. This time I was gentle, going slowly and lapping softly, not trying to stimulate her, but instead just enjoying the taste and feel of her.

When she stood back up, I steadied her, and then I stood up, too. I asked her to bend over for me, and I removed the buttplug and set it aside. Then I had her come and snuggle with me on the couch. She curled up in a fetal position with her head in my lap, and I softly stroked her hair and her bare skin. I am pretty sure she fell asleep for a while, and I let her rest as long as she wanted.

At last she stirred, rolled over and smiled up at me.

“Was I a good girl, Daddy?” she asked sweetly.

“You know the answer to that, babydoll. Playing with you has got my balls aching and heavy. You’re my best girl.” I kissed her tenderly. “Are you ready for your reward?”

This time, *I* already knew the answer..

She knelt once more, because she knew I liked to stand and watch her on her knees. I really was aching – my balls throbbed with a pain that was delicious. She took my cock in both hands and held it to her face as a thing to be worshipped and treasured. I couldn’t have taught her that if I’d tried. She was simply a natural. As long as she knew I adored her, she would do anything to please me. Moreso, she truly seemed to love my cock and my cum, the physical manifestations of my desire and pleasure.

As she started sucking, I murmured, “Go slow and make it last, love. I want to enjoy you as long as possible.”

When I finally came, it felt as though I was being turned inside out, emptying myself into her, and when I was spent, I fell to my knees, holding her tight.

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She opened the car door, flopped down into the drivers’ seat, and pulled the door shut beside her. Her head hung down to her chest as she breathed in a long and exasperated breath, held it for a moment or two, then exhaled. As she exhaled, she imagined all the stress of the workday flowing from her lungs, back out into the empty space of the car, and then dissolving in the heat of the mid-July sun. It was a long day, a type of long that challenged her both mentally and physically, mostly because of the people she worked with, and how difficult their politics and antics made it to accomplish her mission for each day. Why couldn’t work be simple, without drama and squabbling amongst the different niches. I suppose that’s what happens in a workspace so large and diverse.

Her fingers rubbed at her temples as she cranked up the car and began her transit back home; she had the whole drive home to figure out her day, and to find a way to put it behind her, so that it didn’t affect her weekend with Him.

“Him”.

It was becoming progressively harder to sort through her thoughts of the workday, with each passing mile that brought her closer to home. ‘Decompressing Time’ is what he had called it once, and the term has stuck with them as a family ever since. That time of reflection right after the workday, between work and home, where you could look back over the day, rethink all the thoughts and re-play all the emotions to the point that by the time you reached home, the angst and frustration of the day was over and spent.

Decompression Time on those certain Fridays has become increasingly more difficult for her as of late since their bi-weekly routine had changed so drastically a few months ago. It was then that he introduced a new aspect to their relationship; one that redirected every avenue of their marriage, every other weekend, twice a month, from Friday at around four-thirty, till Sunday evening around eight. She knew what would happen, the moment she walked through the door, into what usually was considered a relatively normal household.

She turned her car off from the road and headed down the long driveway that split through the woods and vegetation, until it opened to what kuşadası escort bayan could only be described as her dream home. Their forever home, the home that they had dreamed of for the entirety of their relationship. The setting was out in the country, not far from the nearest town, but far enough away and with enough acreage that they could be sure of absolute privacy and serenity in their own little cut of nature. She parked her car under the carport and sat for a few moments, as chill bumps rose on her arms and the back of her neck. Their new bi-monthly dynamic was still fresh to her sensibilities, and made her stomach turn in excited knots, a mixture of anxiousness, longing, and apprehension of what could be in store for her this weekend. His truck was parked in its usual spot. She noticed that no other vehicles could be seen, which struck her as odd given the last few weekends that found her in this situation.

Upon turning off the ignition and opening the door to her car, the knots in her stomach twisted and turned in excitement, making her pause and breathe before making her way into the back door of their home. She could hear the tv murmuring in the living room, as she made her way through the kitchen down the hall to the large suite that was where they made all the love and connection within the privacy and intimacy of their marriage. A quick shower, and shave of all her intimate areas was needed before his unknown plans for their weekend could begin. She’d begun to note this time as the time that she washed the stress of work, and the foregoing week away from her being, and readied herself to please the man she loved more than anyone in the world.

As she finished her shower, and dried off in the bathroom, she could hear movement on the other side of the door and her stomach jumped and twisted again at the thought of him waiting for her on the other side of the door. Opening the door had before and would again solidify her consent and willingness to participate in any and all activities that were in store for them for the next few days. As she opened the door, she felt a swift movement beside her and quickly felt herself being forced down to the ground kuşadası teen escort by a fist full of hair. He pushed her forehead to the ground, her face sideways on the floor, her cheekbone and the floor rubbing uncomfortably, and her ass high up in the air, ready for his inspection. His let his other hand find it’s way to her sex and inspected every fold and crevice of her most private areas. She felt his fingers slide in between the folds of her pussy lips, circle her asshole searching for any stray hair at all, then slide sensually into her pussy. Once satisfied of her smoothness as well as the wanton wetness of her pussy, he loosened his grip on her hair momentarily. “Very good slut, but your Miss isn’t here yet, so I have no use for you now.”

Her heart sank as she stared at his feet in front of her face, and imagined herself kissing the tops of them as he stroke her hair, and yet instead she felt the pull of his hand in her hair as he pulled her head up so that she was on all fours like an animal beside him. He handed her a bundle of cloth, her mitts; she needed no instructions as to what to do with them. She pulled them on like gloves and pulled at the straps with her teeth, feeling her fists being compressed snuggly within the fabric, making her fingers immovable and useless, making her much more vulnerable and helpless. She held her hands up in front of her and he finished fixing the straps on each, before inserting a small padlock onto each mitt, solidifying her helplessness of the situation.

Grabbing her by the hair again, he pulled her over to a door, that used to be used for linen and extra storage, but now had a very different purpose. In front of the door, he affixed a metal collar around her neck and locked it into place. “Open your mouth slut”. Her mouth opened almost automatically at his command, and he inserted an oversized ball gag in between her teeth, pushing it far back into her mouth and buckling it behind her head. Her jaw stretched uncomfortably at the size of the ball jammed between her teeth and she moaned in a mixed of misery and humiliation through the gag. He didn’t lock the gag in place, there was no need kuşadası anal escort for locks at this point, as she had no way to remove it herself. Opening the closet door and seeing the darkness within the small space filled her with butterflies, he pulled her, then pushed her into the closet; it was much smaller than a conventional closet space, it had been more of a linen closet than anything else. There were shelves that were the depth and width of the closet, and the space below the bottom shelf was just tall enough for a clothes hamper.

She crawled into the open space, taking a quick look at all the toys, gags, and other such sexual paraphernalia on the shelves, looking to see if anything was missing. Once in the space, with her head on the ground towards the back of the closet, he grabbed a short chain bolted to the floor, maybe four inches at most, and attached it to the collar, effectively fixing her face in place, to the floor in the back of the closet. She felt as he attached bondage cuffs to her upper and lower thighs and ankles and pulled the ankle and upper thigh cuffs together so that her heels rested against her asscheeks. Lastly, she felt him place a bar between her knees and fix each end of the cuffs on her lower thighs, spreading her legs and exposing all my sex for him. “Grab your ankles slut”. She reached behind herself, blindly with both arms, and felt him attach the cuff from her mitts to the cuffs around her ankles.

He had placed her in this position once before and photographed it to show her later. Ultimately, from the bedroom, it was just an ordinary linen closet door, but when opened, there presenting for him was a widely spread ass and pussy, dripping profusely at the time of the photograph, just waiting to be used, underneath shelves full of sexual toys and equipment that he could use at his pleasure. The bottom shelf sat only four or five inches above her ass. He had used her the last time too, many times that evening, without ever having to remove her from the closet. She remembered how it felt, immobile in the dark, gagged and chained, face down and ass up, hearing his footsteps approaching and the closet door opening, him kneeling behind her, and then fucking whichever of the two holes that he pleased, filling her with his cum, spanking her ass until she yelled through the gag, and then shutting and locking the closet again and leaving. That was also the night she met “Miss”; that was the night that all of this began, and her life changed.

….

The night MY life changed.

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The taxi pulled up to a driveway on a gravel road. The steel gates framed a driveway which disappeared into the trees. Harriet paid the sweating overweight driver, and with her duffel bag in hand, stepped out onto the dusty roadside. The dust made her already dry mouth feel thicker. The taxi pulled away, leaving Harriet alone. She checked her watch, and was relieved when it only said 2:53pm. She was instructed to report at 3pm and could not be late.

Taking a deep breath, she crossed the road to the wrought iron gates. She had been instructed to enter the numbers seven-eight-three-eight into the keypad, which she carefully did, and the gates swung open. She wiped her sweaty hands on her cotton pants before starting to walk down the driveway. The walk wasn’t a long one, and soon a corner revealed a large, three story house, surrounded by carefully tended gardens. The driveway widened into a parking space, where a van and several cars were parked. The grounds were stunning, and she took a moment to admire them before walking up to the main door, which was solid wood, and lifting the brass door knocker. She stepped back as the door opened, and a girl stepped forward, smiling. She was wearing a simple cotton dress, with her dark hair tightly braided, which lay over one shoulder.

“Harriet, is it?” She offered her hand to shake. Harriet took it and replied, “Yes, that’s right”

“Headmistress Van is expecting you. Come on in” Harriet stepped inside. The entrance was simple, with dark wood walls and a stone floor. Coat racks lined the side of the wall, most of them empty.

“Just leave your bag here Harriet, we’ll bring it up to your room”

“Oh ok, thanks” Harriet replied, setting her duffle bad down in a corner.

“Take your shoes of too”

“Oh yes, of course” and she took off her Vans, putting them on-top of her bag.

The girl opened the door, into a carpeted hallway which she led Harriet down. They stopped at the door with the plaque reading “Headmistress”. The girl knocked and said, “Mistress, Harriet has arrived”.

There was a pause and a voice called “come in”. They opened the door and stepped into a brightly lit room, with ceiling to floor windows looking out onto a beautifully kept lawn and garden. The oak panelled walls were lined with bookshelves. Behind the desk in the centre of the room sat a caramel skinned woman, with closely cropped black hair.

“That will be all, Savannah” the woman said. Savannah stepped out and shut the door, leaving Harriet alone with the woman. As she stood up Harriet saw she was wearing a tight leather dress, with knee high black lace up boots. She absolutely eluded power, but smiled warmly at Harriet and offered her hand to shake.

“Welcome, Harriet, it is nice to finally meet you. I’m who you spoke to on the phone, Headmistress Van”.

Harriet shook her hand and said “Thank you, you too.” The headmistress motioned to a seat by Harriet and sat down behind her desk. Harriet followed her lead

“I trust you traveled well?” Van asked.

“Yes I did, thank you”

“Good. Now as we discussed on the phone, we practice a 24/7 power exchange here. That means that apart from any issues that you have, this will be the last conversation we will have not in a D/s dynamic. Are you still okay with that?”

“Yes” Harriet nodded.

“Good. For our safewords we generally just use the red, orange, green system, are you familiar with that?”

“Yes, green is for go, orange is slow down and red is stop”

“Good, and it suits you to use this system?”

“Yes, that’s fine”

“Perfect. If at any time you call red, whatever is happening will immediately stop. Afterwards we will of course have a discussion about what happened and what we can do in the future about it. Now, you’ve already sent us through the paperwork, so unless you have any questions..?”

“Nope, I think that covers everything”

“Ok” and she smiled at Harriet. “We’ll get started now then. I’ll give you the rules, which you should familiarise yourself with, and then Savannah will take you to your room to unpack and get settled”

“Sounds good. Thank you for having me here” Harriet replied.

“Our pleasure. I’ll see you at dinner” and she stood and opened the door for Harriet, handing her two stapled pages as Harriet walked out.

Savannah was standing outside. She waited until Headmistress Van had closed the door before smiling at Harriet.

“Your stuff is already upstairs. We’ll go up there now and get you unpacked” she said, walking to the end of the hallway, where there were two flights of stairs.

Savannah explained to Harriet, “Bedrooms and bathrooms are on the top floor, the training rooms are the first floor and the ground floor has the offices and dining rooms” Harriet nodded, as they reached the first floor where there was a small landing with a singular door. “Only the masters and mistresses have keys to it” Savannah explained as they went up more stairs.

The third floor also had a landing but this kuşadası escort bayan one had two doorways, one with a black door and one without any door on it. Savannah indicated to the black door and said “The masters’ and mistress’ bedrooms are through there, it’s locked too. There’s some other stuff through there too but you’ll learn about that soon enough” she walked through the open doorway “Most of the submissives are in here usually” Harriet followed her through to reveal a hallway with doors lining it. “There’s five of us here now”.

Each door was plain wood and had a small window set into them. They stopped at the third door down on the left side and Savannah opened it. “This one is yours”. Harriet followed her in to a small room. There was a bed pushed against the far wall, underneath the window, with a pillow and a blanket neatly made up. There was also a tall wardrobe and a basket. Harriet’s duffel bag was on the bed. “Your shoes are downstairs with the rest. I’ll leave you to it, dinner is at 5:30, downstairs”

“Thank you” Harriet said, and Savannah nodded and smiled before exciting the room.

Harriet sat down on the bed, which seemed to be comfortable enough, and let out a breath. It had been a big day, she had gotten up at six to catch her bus to be here on time. She checked her watch, it was just past 4:30. Harriet remembered the pages the headmistress had given her and decided before she was introduced to the rest of the house it would be wise to familiarise herself with the rules. She quickly skimmed over the first half of the first page which dealt with information she was already familiar with, such as hard and soft limits, but began to read more in depth when it moved onto rules specific to the Oakwood Institute. The first rules listed were to do with attire.

“Submissives are to be barefoot unless completing an outdoor chore or directed by a master/mistress. Submissives will, unless directed otherwise by a master/mistress, only wear the cotton dress or cotton shirt and pants which are provided. At all times submissives must wear a collar (white patent for house/uncollared submissive and the master’s/mistress’s personal collar for collared submissives), with the exception of showering and sleeping, when they must be removed. House/uncollared submissives will sleep naked, and hair which reaches below the shoulder is to be braided in a single braid at the back of the head except when sleeping.”

Harriet noted that she needed to find out where to get her dress and collar, preferably before dinner so she didn’t stand out. She moved onto the next paragraph.

“Breakfast is served at 7am, lunch at 1pm and dinner at 5:30. All meals are to be attended. Submissives will be in bed with lights out before 9:30pm, wake up is at 6:00 am. Clothes from that day are to be placed in the laundry basket to be collected that morning.

Mistresses and masters will be addressed as Mistress/Master: name given, by default, unless specified otherwise. When in a high protocol setting, such as during a training session or formal dinner, submissives will not speak unless spoken to. Submissives will not confer with other submissives in the presence of a mistress/master. When a mistress/master enters a room submissives will stop what they are doing until the mistress/master indicates they should continue. These rules are a guideline only and may be added to or removed by a mistress or master to suit the dynamic. Individual contracts are developed with Headmistress Van for each submissive.”

Harriet checked her watch again, almost time for her to begin getting ready for dinner. She decided to explore her room further. The wardrobe revealed several cotton dresses like Savannah was wearing, as well as some white t-shirts and a pair of white cotton pants. There were also spare coat hangers. Drawers were set below the main section, and Harriet went to work unpacking her underwear and hygiene products into them. She also undressed from her normal clothes, and donned one of the cotton dresses. Without her cardigan the room was cool. Undoing the simple high ponytail that her hair was in, she used the mirror to braid a tidy plait down her back, securing it with a black tie. She checked her watch again, it was almost quarter past five, and time to head downstairs. She didn’t want to be late.

There was no one in sight as she made her way downstairs. She reached the ground floor and found it also deserted. Harriet realised she had no idea where the dining room was. She looked down the hallway, suddenly overwhelmed and unsure of what to do. Savannah had said it was on the ground floor but she couldn’t see anything that looked like a dining hall. Just then, a door down from Harriet opened and Headmistress Van stepped out. The headmistress called: “Harriet! Just who I wanted to see. Come here”.

She closed the door to her office as Harriet came to her side. “Come with me, I’ll show you where the dining room is and we can get some dinner.” She led Harriet davutlar escort down a hallway she hadn’t noticed before, behind the stairs, which opened up into a large hall.

“How would you feel about being knelt beside me for dinner? It would mean I’d feed you” Van asked.

Harriet thought for a second and then said “I’d like to do that Mistress Van, but I haven’t done it before”

“I’ll guide you, and we can stop at anytime. How does that sound?”

“Very good Mistress Van” Harriet smiled, and Van nodded and smiled before entering the hall.

There were two tables, one at ground level and one set slightly above it on a platform. The submissives were sat on the lower table. There were three at the table, with room for a lot more. The higher table was a lot longer and only had seats on one side, looking out and down to the other table. The dominants were sat there, six leather clad men and woman, some with submissives kneeling beside them. There was an empty chair in the middle, which presumably was Van’s. The room smelt wonderful and Harriet realised that she was rather hungry. There was a large servery down one side, full with what looked like some kind of stir-fry.

As Harriet and Van entered the room the submissives stood, their chatter stopping suddenly. Headmistress Van placed a hand around the back of Harriet’s neck, gently pushing her forward and up onto the platform. She lead her to the empty chair, which had a small cushion to the left of it, and pushed Harriet’s shoulder down so she knelt on the cushion. She sat down and the submissives chatter resumed. Harriet’s mouth watered as she smelt the food. Savannah appeared behind her with two steaming plates of stir-fry, placing them both on the table in front of Van. The rest of the submissives went and got their food, and a comfortable hum filled the room.

The pale haired man beside Van chatted comfortably to her, ignoring Harriet knelt between them. Harriet looked up hopefully at the food, watching as Headmistress Van ate from one of the plates. She started to feed Harriet, spooning the rice, vegetables and chicken to her in between bites. Harriet wasn’t enjoying the experience, she couldn’t pick what she ate and when, and it was humiliating. She didn’t want to stop though, she was still enjoying being submissive towards Van. Harriet started to get frustrated when Van was engaged in an animated discussion with the pale haired man on her left about books, and not giving Harriet any food. Her stomach rumbled and she sighed, hungrier than ever with the scent of food wafting over her. The pale haired man put a firm hand on her head and leant down and whispered “Careful, little one. Don’t be impatient”. He had a soft British accent, and winked as Harriet looked up at him.

She was quiet as Headmistress Van fed her the rest of the dish slowly. The empty plates were collected and Van leant down and said “I’m going to introduce you to everyone and then present your collar, okay?”

“Yes Mistress Van” Harriet smiled again.

Van stood, making the room go silent. “Good evening everyone. As you would have noticed we have had a new submissive join us today, Harriet. Stand up Harriet” Harriet stood, blushing slightly at the eyes on her. She followed Van as she walked to the front of the table.Van ordered her to kneel, and Harriet sunk to her knees quickly. Van produced a white collar and carefully put it around Harriet’s neck, tightening it so it was flush against her throat. She stepped back and everyone clapped, welcoming Harriet to the Oakwood Institute.

After dinner, Harriet followed the rest of the submissives up into the bedrooms. Savannah showed her the bathroom and then the common room, where there were couches and a TV. Savannah introduced her to the others in the room, Reece, who was a short girl who chatted incessantly and Benny, who was a good looking guy with bright red hair.

“Harriet, how long have you been in the lifestyle?” Reece asked curiously, as they settled into the comfortable couches.

“About a year, just casually at dungeons though. How about you?” Harriet asked

“Almost seven years, but I’ve only been here for about a week” Reece replied. Harriet noticed Reece was wearing a different collar, it was tan with brass studs.

“Reece why do you have a different collar? If you don’t mind me asking” Harriet said

“Oh, it just means I have a Sir. The white ones you and Savannah are wearing mean you’re house submissives” Reece replied

“Benny has a different one too, because he’s Van’s little toy” laughed Savannah

Harriet looked across at Benny and noticed that he did indeed, a black and red collar that matched his hair. He wasn’t looking perturbed in the slightest about being referred to as a toy, but rather quite pleased.

“Which one is your Sir, Reece?” Harriet asked, keen to put some names to faces.

“Oh, Leon isn’t here. He sent me here for some training while he’s on a work trip. He’s good friends değirmendere escort with Master Floyd.” Reece said, and seeing Harriet’s look of confusion clarified “The one who you knelt next to at dinner”.

“Oh, right” said Harriet. “How many dominants are here?”

“There’s seven, Headmistress Van, Master Floyd, Mistress Helly and Master Jones who are all here full time, and then Mistress Grey who’s training. Plus two others but I don’t know their names” said Reece.

“Mistress York and Master Xavier” Benny supplied.

“York and Xavier are here with their submissives though so we don’t see much of them. There’s one other house submissive, Becks, but she disappeared into Headmistress Van’s office before dinner and we haven’t seen her since” Savannah laughed.

“Oh my gosh, I think I know what happened” Reece smiled “We were weeding the garden this morning and it was super muddy, she forgot to take her shoes off and tracked mud all up the hallway until she realised and ran back to take them off. I didn’t see what happened after that because I had a class to go to”

“They couldn’t figure out who did it so they had to get me and Eric, who is Xavier’s submissive Harriet, to clean it up before it stained the carpet. Then Mistress Helly found Becks in the toilet hiding” Benny chimed in.

“Oh, wow, we won’t be seeing her for a while then” Savannah chuckled. “That is so Becks though”.

They were all chatting comfortably when the door opened, and a woman with her hair loosely done up in a low ponytail, wearing black jeans and a t-shirt entered. Everyone went silent, and Harriet recognised her as one of the dominants at dinner.

“Benjamin, you’re to report to Van in her office” she said. Benny left, and the woman looked at her watch pointedly “Girls, it’s almost quarter past” she said disapprovingly.

Savannah whined, “But, Miss-“

“You know the rules Savannah. I don’t want to hear it tonight” the woman cut Savannah off, before leaving the room after Benny.

The submissive were all silent until she had closed the door, and then Reece laughed.

“Ooh Savannah, she’s not in the mood for your shit tonight”.

“Was that Mistress Grey?” Harriet asked.

“Yep, and Savannah fancies her like mad” Reece giggled.

“Shut up Reece” Savannah grumbled. “We’d better go to bed before they come up again”

“That’s not like you, being all goody good around Mistress Grey” Reece said.

“Yeah but I think Mistress Helly is doing the check tonight. Not wise to be bratty when she’s around”

“That is very true. We should definitely go to bed then”

They left the room, Harriet stifling a yawn. Savannah’s bedroom was beside Harriet’s and Reece’s was opposite. They both said goodnight to Harriet before disappearing into their rooms, and Harriet followed. The room wasn’t warm, so she was thankful for the thick blankets on her bed as she undressed and got under the covers. She quickly fell asleep, exhausted by the long day.

What felt like seconds later, a loud knocking on her door jolted her out of sleep. Looking at her watch saw it was six in the morning. She groaned, and the door opened to reveal another woman, this one with back hair tightly pulled back in a bun and pale skin. She must be Mistress Helly, Harriet thought.

“Covers off, Harriet” she said briskly and Harriet reluctantly peeled the sheet and blankets off her, thinking she knew where this was going.

“Oh, did you not bother to read the rule book?” said Helly sharply.

“Mistress Helly I did” said Harriet, squirming.

“Why are you clothed then? Did you decide you were better than the rules?”

“No Mistress Helly”

“Get up. Take those off” she ordered, indicating to Harriet’s shorts. “Why were you clothed Harriet?”

“Mistress Helly, I forgot about the rule that I wasn’t too be clothed”

“So, you knew about it?”

“Yes, Mistress Helly”

“Right. Come with me”

Helly walked out of her room and Harriet followed her down the hallway and then the stairs, completely naked. They stopped outside of Van’s office. “Stand there, facing the wall. Hands behind your head. Do not move or there will be more trouble for you” Helly walked back up the stairs, leaving Harriet standing facing the wood, with her fingers laced together behind her head. Time seemed to pass extraordinarily slowly for Harriet, and after what felt like an hour Van and Grey came down the stairs. Van unlocked her office and opened the door, ignoring Harriet as she walked inside. Mistress Grey grabbed Harriet’s collar and yanked it, sending her stumbling into the office. The door slammed shut behind her. Van was seated behind her desk and did not look happy. Mistress Grey pushed her down to a kneeling position. Harriet kept her gaze focused on the floor.

“Harriet. It is a Saturday morning. This is not what I want to be doing. Explain why you are here.” Van said, irritation evident in her voice.

“Mistress Van, I slept in clothes. I had read the rules but I forgot” Harriet said meekly.

Van paused for a few seconds as Harriet studied the individual strands of the carpet.

“Very well. Floyd noticed last night you were less than pleased about me feeding you. So, your punishment will be accompanying Mistress Grey to breakfast and lunch today, and Master Floyd for dinner.”

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Master Ron and Sweet Pussy began to settle into their new home.

The house needed some tender loving care. The hardwood floors desperately needed to be resanded and waxed and the carpeting in the bedrooms all had to be replaced. Also the linoleum was outdated and shoddy in the kitchen.

Master Ron has decided to update with a pretty grayish white laminate. He let Sweet Pussy decide on the color of the wall paint. He made it easier for her to choose by narrowing it down between two colors.

He had made the decision to buy new furniture for the living room. Some of the old furniture he decided to put in the barn which he was turning into a playroom for him and Sweet Pussy. Sweet Pussy was not allowed to sit on the old furniture because she was naked all the time and Master Ron didn’t want pussy juice on everything. Now that it was going in the playroom maybe she would be allowed to sit on it from time to time especially since he planned to screw her on it regularly.

Once things got organized he put Sweet Pussy back on a schedule. She woke up at 5:30 am and began her day. After taking care of her personal bathroom needs and basic hygiene she would wake Master Ron by sucking his dick. Once she finished him off, while he got ready for work, she would prepare his breakfast and make sure his lunch was packed.

Once Master Ron left for the day she began her household chores. Cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, etc. Master Ron had her day planned out. At 9:00 am she had her cup of coffee and a fiber bar. She also took her multivitamin. At 10:00 she had her aerobic workout, followed by strength training. After her workout she changed the linen on the bed and put fresh towels in the bathroom. At noon, she had a nutritious liquid energy shake and a piece of fruit. From 1 to 3 she had a nap everyday. At 3:00 she started dinner. At 4:30 she was to get cleaned up and at 5:00 she was görükle escort to be on her knees in position waiting for her master to come home.

Master Ron usually came through the door anywhere between 5:30 and 6:00 pm. Depending on traffic. It always gave him great pleasure to see Sweet Pussy waiting on her knees, naked except for her red high heels and her collar.

When he entered he would put up his coat and put down his briefcase. Sweet Pussy would wait until he motioned for her to come to him. Sometimes he wanted her to walk over sexily and then lower to her knees and other times he would motion for her to crawl over to him.

Sweet Pusey would remove his dick and suck it hungerly, like she had been waiting all day for this treat. Master Ron loved coming home after work to a blow job waiting at the door.

Once he got the house in order, he worked diligently on fixing up the barn to a playroom. After a few months he had everything in place and he was so happy he decided that he and Sweet Pussy should go out and celebrate.

They went to dinner at a nice seafood restaurant downtown Hampton in Master Ron’s new silver pick up truck. Everyone in the country had a pick up so Ron had bought one. On the way home after a few drinks, he was feeling good.

Once they got out of the city, on the local quiet back roads,

He said, “Sweet Pussy take off your dress.”

Sweet Pussy pulled the little black dress over her head, She hadn’t worn a bra or panties so was now totally naked. Ron slowed the truck down and pushed the seat back.

He instructed Sweet Pussy to suck his dick as he drove home. Sweet Pussy began sucking and bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing cock. Ron had to really concentrate to keep the truck in the road and finally found a secluded spot to pull over. He pulled Sweet Pussy’s beautiful dark brown hair heykel escort and stopped her from giving him a blow job.

“Get on your back and spread your legs wide,” he said.

He began to eat her pussy and she moaned in pleasure as she came all over his face. He then pulled her toward him by her hips and shoved his swollen big dick in her pussy. He fucked her over and over until he finally came. It took him a long time because of the alcohol.

He made Sweet Pussy clean up the mess now in the seat of his new truck. She first started with licking his balls and dick clean and then licking the seat clean of their combined juices and fluids.

It had been a long day for both of them, but especially Sweet Pussy. She was asleep when they got home and Ron lifted her out of the truck, he looked down at her, naked in his arms and she looked like a beautiful angel in the moonlight. He put her to sleep on her bench at the foot of his bed.

The next day was Saturday and Ron was looking forward to playing with Sweet Pussy in the new playroom after she completed her Saturday chores.

After Sweet Pussy had finished he leashed her and led her to the new playroom. Ron loved their privacy fence because Sweet Pussy could stay naked indoors and out. Sweet Pussy also seemed to like being nude outdoors, Master Ron heard her gently humming, something he had never heard her do before.

He said, “Sweet Pussy, do you want to plant some flowers in the front of the house?”

Sweet Pussy smiled and replied, “Yes, Master Ron, thank you so much.”

They went into the playroom and Master Ron put Sweet Pussy into the stockade he had built. She looked absolutely beautiful to him with her head and her hands sticking out. It was a perfect fit and he locked it so she could not move. He chained her ankles with her legs spread eagle.The stockade bursa otele gelen escort was made to allow her to bend just right at her waist so that he could have easy access to her pussy and ass. He also had placed an additional strap at the waist so she was completely immobilized.

He took photos of Sweet Pussy from all angles and afterwards his dick was so hard he could barely think of anything but fucking. He had planned to practice flogging but the pressure in his nuts was too great. He fucked Sweet Pussy in her pussy like a beast and then he ravished her tight ass. How he loved fucking her in her ass.

Panting and after wiping his dick on her ass, he walked around to the front of the stockade.

Sweet Pussy was crying softly and he wiped her tears.

“You bring out the beast in me like no other woman ever has. I know that was brutal, even for me, and I know we are going to have to establish some new rules.

“I have been doing some reading on relationships like ours. I think I would be called a Dom and you a slave. If I understand as my slave you do as you are told with no say in the matter and that is how things have been. But I think I would like you to be my sub. Sub is short for submissive, a sub gives her or himself willing and submits with limits and guidelines. A Dom is responsible for the safety and protection of his sub and her overall well being.

“I think for that to be possible ..for you to willingly give yourself you will need to go back to therapy and get well. But for right now I want you to promise me that when you can no longer take the punishments or what I consider fun play you will say “Mercy, master, mercy”. I promise to stop whatever it is I am doing at that point. Do I have your promise?”

Master Ron released Sweet Pussy from the stockade and said to her again, softly,

“Do you promise?”

“Mercy, master, mercy.” she said, “I promise.”

Sweet Pussy grabbed Master Ron by the hand and took him over to the saw horse and said,

“I think I would like to try this plaything next, Master Ron.”

Master Ron started laughing and he thought she was on her way to making a speedy recovery and he had better start doing more reading.

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This story takes place in modern day rural America… A small village, not even a town. Where a blacksmith uses a house maid, a woman who was not even yet a wife as he would a fuck toy bought off the internet…

The ringing wouldn’t let up… The constant *ring ring ring* of his hammer hitting hot steel on the anvil. He worked tirelessly on a set of chains for a project he was making. The customer was a regular. One he had made various other items for. A knife here and there. A camping set now and again. These items were nothing out of the ordinary. This set however was slightly different. A set of cuffs and a two 6 inch length’s of chain. This would be an interesting project he reasoned. His brow furrowed, while he set yet another forge weld. One that would test his abilities. One that would push his skill set to new bounds.

Nothing about the project was all that difficult, some drawing out of square bar here, some forge welds there. He knew all the mechanics of the project, and yet his mind wouldn’t rest. He needed a test subject for the final part. For the cuffs…

He had never made locking cuffs before, hell he had never made cuffs before. Most of his custom came from people who just wanted rustic blades made up for them. A fancy bowie knife he considered a change from the norm. However this customer, this one sole person, always made, special, orders. Orders that seemed different and he grew to love what this customer represented and he always gave them a discount because he appreciated the change from the norm.

He worked tirelessly, every hour his arm growing tired and sore. Not sure what to think *ring ring ring* the heat causing him to drip sweat from every pore *ring ring ring* and finally he had gotten to the final stage. Where he would need a volunteer not afraid of the heat, or the pain, that would come. Who would be up for such a challenge he wondered, who could stand the heat. He smiled and walked inside to break for the evening. After a hot bath and cup of coffee he made a small post…

“Wanted, small figured woman for pain and pleasure.” He figured this would get him somewhere, even if he had to explain it 100 times. He awoke to probably 50 spam messages from people trying to steal his information, his credit card and the like and eventually he found one woman that seemed like she may be a fit.

“They say Craigslist is dead…” he laughed and sent the following email.

“If you are interested you need to understand what you are about to go through. I will not stop. I will not accept no for an answer. What you are volunteering for will leave you wanting. I will not be pleasuring you in the typical sense. If you can accept that then I will entertain your message.”

He went back to work, taking on yet another mundane project.

She was small figured, maybe 120 pounds on a good day. Though usually much less. Her frame not that of a wholesome full figured woman but a woman who worked for a living. She was slender but had just enough breast and butt to be attractive. Her eyes were piercing and shrewd. She knew at the end of the day this man would bring her pleasure. She wrote a short message back… “When and where.”

Those 3 words…

“You will arrive at my shop at this time tomorrow morning, if you are going to be late do not come at all. This task will require discipline, as well as the ability to relinquish all control to me. I will not cause you lasting pain, but this task must be done fast and without reservation. In 2 words you must become the “Blacksmith’s Slut”

That evening ended as most did for him. He washed off, made himself a meal, and went to bed. As he got up the next morning he was surprised by a new sight in his driveway, a pickup truck that was not there the night before. He smiled and wondered if one of the neighbor antakya escort kids had gotten it as a gift for doing well in school. However when he walked to his shop he saw a woman standing there. Slight of figure but not afraid.

“Good morning ma’am, may I help you?” She smiled and said, “Yessir, I’m here to be the blacksmith’s slut…” His eyes widened and heart began to race. He hadn’t actually expected her to show up. He wasn’t sure of what to do next other than prepare the materials for the day and look her over.

He took stock of her and smiled at what he saw. Realizing she would be the perfect fit for the customer ordering the cuffs. He messaged his client telling them they would have their order at the end of the day.

“Today will be hell for you hun, what’s your name?”

“Contessa… You may call me Tessa or Tess for short though sir, and what do I call you?”

“For today you may call me what you like, if you make it past today you call me sir or daddy…” He knew she wouldn’t make it past today… No one could make it past what he was going to put her through, but he would take care of her at the end. She would receive first aid for any injuries she may sustain while helping him. She would receive help for any hurts that she underwent. He would make sure she left as unscathed as possible. This was still going to hurt though. As sadistic as he was he knew that it had to happen though. The project had to be perfect.

The hammer rang *ring ring ring* she never whimpered *ring ring ring* even though the steel was a dull red, she stayed perfectly still for every measurement, for every heat, for every hammer blow she did exactly has he told her to. Even down to twisting her arms to different positions so that he could get his eyes on the piece. She was the perfect little obedient slut. And yet she wasn’t… She was dressed in jeans, a tshirt, and boots, he took note of the clothing he would likely have to replace if a stray spark caught her clothing on fire as was often the case in his shop. As the day drew to a close he smiled at himself thinking of the progress he made. Then looked over his assistant. She hadn’t moved. Not an inch. No dirt had budged under her feet that day. Her boots had been covered in scale from the repeated heats from the forge. He felt terrible. This woman, who couldn’t possibly be used to this heat, had stood under it all day.

“Let’s get you inside and look at those wrists…” He said in a low voice. She followed him with not a single word. She allowed him to look over the red, raw, burned skin, not quite blistered but not far from it. She had to have been in immense pain.

He rubbed aloe vera on her wrist and told her to take the next day off. That she need not return tomorrow as the project was nearly done and her wrists were no longer needed. If she had any further questions she could call on him and he would help her get through the next few days of pain…

Upon waking up that next day, he made himself a pot of coffee. He read his emails and printed off a shipping label for the cuffs, he knew they would be done today and all that was needed was to ship them when he went to town for lunch. As he stepped outside he noticed the same pickup truck. However this time she was seated on his porch step.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t want to not be here today… Yesterday was more than I had hoped for.”

His eyes widened, what kind of woman was this that enjoyed the pain like that.

“I’m sorry?” he replied, “Did you…”

“Yes, sir, I want to stay and help.”

“Okay then, do you know how to ship and package products?” He asked his mind racing, he had to give her something to do until he could figure out what to do with this new found information… What was this about to become he wondered?

If antalya escort he only knew…

As she finished up shipping his products out for the day, he finished up the work in the shop. When he was breaking for lunch he noticed her truck in the drive yet again. Perhaps she needed more money for the shipping he thought to himself.

“I’m sorry sir, but you forgot to print a shipping label for this package.” She smiled and handed the cuffs and chain to him. She wondered if secretly this was hers to be used between them.

That day she was dressed a bit less than the day before her shirt rode up her belly. Exposing just enough to peak his curiosity. Her pants tighter than they were the day before as well. And her boots replaced with heels, not super high but not exactly small either. Her tits seemed fuller, and her ass as well.

“Ah, those are to be picked up by the customer today. Why don’t you come inside and lay those on the counter. We’ll get some food and look at your wrists again.” When was that damn client going to show up he kept wondering. They weren’t usually late nor was the driver they sent. He went in and began his daily ritual of making himself a small lunch, a sandwich and a soft drink usually a coke. As he busied himself in the kitchen she asked for some more Aloe, he stopped and smiled.

“Of course my dear, I had forgotten I’m sorry…” As he walked to the fridge he saw her fidget with her wrist, if possible they looked worse than the previous day. The redness was looking terribly dry and he noticed that she was slightly grimacing.

He rubbed the aloe in gently. Taking time to be gentle while also covering every inch of burned skin in aloe. He watched her rub her hands afterwards, wondering if she was trying to feel his hands in her own.

“I have a bit more to do in shop today if you’d like you can come out and join me or you can hang out in the house. I don’t mind either way, at some point the client who ordered those cuffs should be out to pick them up.”

As he headed out the door he looked back to see his new found follower right on his heels. She seemed to have no other direction than where he led. As he went to the shop he decided then and there to put her to work. When he reached the forge he handed her a pair of soft cotton and leather gloves.

“Put the cotton gloves on first, then the leather, they will protect those burns and your hands.” He grumbled to her, watching her do exactly as he said.

“When I tell you to do something, do it exactly as I say or you could get hurt…”

“Yes sir, I’ll do it.”

The rest of the day was uneventful, she held hot steel for him as he hammered, turning when he told her to, returning said stock to the fire when he said so. The day turned to evening and he went back to the house.

Where was that damned client… he wondered. He offered Tessa some more Aloe, and asked her what she was doing for the rest of the evening. Offering to let her clean up and rest there for the night.

“I’ll gladly take you up on the offer of a shower, sir, but is it appropriate for a blacksmith’s slut to stay in the same house?”

His arousal hit highs he hadn’t known in years, without even knowing it she had awoken that part of him. The part that waited, patiently for a pretty little slut waiting to be used…

“You can stay, and if you do it will be in my bed, and you will be used.” He said, his eyes intense. “Or you may go, and if you do, I would understand.” As he said the words he knew she would leave.

“I’ll stay, sir”

He directed her to the shower and went to his room to collect his thoughts, this couldn’t be happening. He cleared off some space on the other side of the bed, the spot that he kept the clothes he would wear the next day and the pillow antalya merkez escort that hadn’t been used by anyone aside from his spare baseball cap. He went about his business until he heard the water stop.

“Sir, do you have a towel?” He heard from down the hall. Damn… I don’t know that I do.

As he scrambled to find a towel for this woman who had seemingly wrecked his existence for the night. He heard her yet again, “Sir?”

“One minute, I’m coming.” he yelled down the hall, after finding what might be the only presentable towel in his home. He brought it down to the door of the bathroom and laid it across the handle. “It’s on the handle. You may come out when ready.” He went to the master bath and began his cleanup for the night. He washed quickly without thinking about this woman, the one who would shortly be sharing his bed with him. As he washed he heard a soft voice.

“Sir, do you need me to help? I can wash your back if you need.” Her voice broke his thoughts. He could feel his member stiffening, the self control he prided himself on waning.

“That would be wonderful, Tess… There’s a rag on the counter.” As he washed his front he felt the cool rag with soap touch his back and he knew this woman wasn’t playing games. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him happy in every aspect. Not just in the shop, not just in his bed. He could feel the need she had to please him. As the water was turned off he turned to face her. He stepped out and she set to work drying him with the towel that she herself had used. He could smell the soap from the guest bath. He could smell her hair. She had washed every inch of herself for him. And as she dried him off his eyes closed in pleasure, and he felt that warm sensation upon his throbbing member. He looked down to see her on her knees in front of him, blowing him, slowly taking her time to work every inch of his hard shaft. As her head bobbed beneath him his hands went to the back of her head. Gently pushing her down further. Making her gag. She looked up, and pulling her head off his throbbing cock for only the briefest moment whispered, “Is that what daddy wants? For me to gag on his dick?” He could feel his pulse throbbing in his dick… Without a word she went back to sucking him, alternating between deep and shallow sucking. Working every inch of him into her mouth.

This continued for a few moments before he pulled her up to face him. He hadn’t noticed the smile before but he saw it now.

“What is it Tessa?” He asked, wondering what she could have been smiling about.

“I want to test my order out daddy…” She said lowering her head and holding out her hands, giving him the cuffs and chains he had forged…

“What do you mean your order?” He couldn’t understand…

“Please sir, I ordered these so you could use them on me. Test them on me daddy.” She said. Finally revealing who she was fully. The mystery client who always picked up and paid with a prepaid card. The mystery client who always kept him interested with more and more difficult tasks.

“You??? But..”

“Yes daddy, now please, use your slut. Use me like you have these past two days. My pussy is begging for it.” She was begging to be chained, fucked and used. He wasn’t ready for this. He picked her up off his bathroom floor and carried her to the bed. As he chained her wrists and ankles together he noticed how it left her bent over perfectly, ass up, face down to the bed. He slid his throbbing cock into her mound. Slowly pressing into and out of her. Feeling every inch of her body begging to be used. His rough hands holding her hips in place as he drove his cock home deep inside her. He continued forcing his member deep inside her wet twat until they both came in a frenzy. Her body trembling and his soaked in sweat. They lay there together in a heap on the bed. As he reached to undo the chains she panted, “Leave them on sir, I don’t want to take them off tonight…”

He softly whispered back, “As you wish baby girl, as you wish.” As he laid back he wasn’t aware just yet, but his life was about to take a tremendous turn.

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### Sex God Saga 19

### In And Out, Never Again

TUESDAY:

As much as Theo would have been okay with an indefinite orgy, everybody except Mako had to leave eventually. Theo woke up in the Japanese hunk’s arms, sucked him off, made them both breakfast, then texted everybody one by one.

Paris demanded a picture. Theo’s cage situation seemed to excite the prince as much as it amused him. In the end, a picture was not enough.

Theo was sinking onto his biggest dildo, getting a Fulin-level ass wrecking, wearing only a pink jockstrap, while Paris watched through the phone.

“Remind me to get you a better set up,” Paris said. “Tripod, ring light and so on. Ah, Ace texted back. He can’t join the video call but he’d like a recording.”

“Uh, no?”

“Noted. Not recording,” Paris said. “Do you want bigger toys?”

“Yes please sir,” Theo said, breathless. “By the way, how about I put a wisp in that thing and make it hump me?”

Paris laughed. “Why not. Just needs a steady supply of V. Maybe you can be a main attraction at Ivory Haven.”

Theo’s phone rang, a call appearing over the video feed. “Oh, Leylani is calling. Any idea what she wants?”

“Nope, but you better pick up. See you later, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye sir.”

Theo struggled with his desire to keep riding but held still with the dildo lodged inside him.

“Leylani?”

“Hey Theo,” came the Stygian steward’s voice. “DNA results are in. Your bio-parents are, drumroll, definitely your real bio-parents. I was so sure you’d be a missing Primal. The fact you can do a tiny bit of shifting is even weirder now.”

“So, only the Stygian influence is half-certain?”

“Maybe there’s a way to… propagate Primal-ness, like a transfer similar to how Stygians hop to new hosts. There are ideas like that but nothing firmly documented.”

“The shamans are working on someth- Oh, I’m getting a message from Keith.”

“Don’t let me keep you.”

### ### ###

Theo had put on a track suit as requested. He’d picked a black and white one among the ones Paris had gifted him, in the slightly embarrassing urge to match Keith who was as whitely dressed as always, if more sporty than usual. A musical note earring dangled glinting off the Vietnamese man’s ear.

Theo got into the backseat of the white Porsche.

Alessandra sat next to him, holding an old telescope. Kenya rode shotgun.

“Hey Tee,” Keith said. “Have to drop off the ladies at the train station first so Aura doesn’t get mad. We just came from a crime scene investigation. Uh, Kenya, is that secret?”

The Voidmaven in a bright, simple robe answered calmly. “It seems Theo may as well stay in the know.” She looked at him in the rear view mirror. “The man whose ghost I spoke to… His death was slow and torturous. Probably by having a demon drain him of Vitality, which causes pain and decay. Maybe other V types, too. Whoever killed him had long term access to him.”

“Sadly,” Alessandra said, “it took us forever to get access to the apartment. Normally, that would mean there’s nothing left to find but,” she patted the telescope, “we spotted a demiplane vestige. Either the murder victim was regularly accessing an Outsider’s nest or the murderer hid in there.”

“That makes it likely,” Kenya continued, “there’s an established magical murder conspiracy in Concordia. Hopefully just local to this city.”

“What’s the plan?” Keith asked.

“More observation,” Kenya said. “And we need to check on every free shaman or champion we know. Just in case. This is my stop by the way.”

While the women got out, Keith turned on the audio to play a k-pop girl group. “So Theo, do you have a new Outsider bound to bring along yet?”

“No, haven’t had time to go hunting for any.”

“You can ask the Loves at Pinerise. Sawyer is our Wispweaver and his son Horace is taking over that duty for team delta. Or look for a sprite. Any theme you’d go for? Sex?”

“I’ve been using mostly light-themed Outsiders. Mirrors? Reflections?”

“Ask Incu to help. Although then you might *have* to go for a sex theme.”

“Maybe,” Theo said, feeling suddenly so horny he had trouble controlling his breathing. Why did Keith have to look so beautiful and at ease?

“Have you ever done a physical activity? Martial arts?”

“No, my parents weren’t up for that.”

“Well, never mind. You have stamina, right?”

“I think I do,” Theo said, his throat feeling dry. “It’s just an hour, isn’t it?”

“And a half,” Keith said. “And most of it’s going to be learning choreo, but the dancing is a workout in itself.”

### ### ###

Theo was shocked to find his hands trembling as he speed dialed Paris. Standing in the stone garden outside the temple-like Ikigai studio, Theo vaguely paced.

“Hello darling,” the prince answered. “Miss me?”

“Terribly,” Theo said with mock sadness. “Just had ramen with Keith after dance practice.”

“Did you have fun?”

“It’s *so* hard. Anyway, we started with a boy group taşova escort dance, and obviously I was the worst but nobody expected anything else and *then* we did a girl group dance. Like, a really feminine one. Keith did a-” Theo glanced around and lowered his voice, “a fucking slut-drop and, like, a belly dance thing. It was so sexy I felt like I was going to die from sexiness.”

“You’ll have to do that dance for me, of course. Was there twerking? If not, you should add some.”

“Not sure I make twerking look sexy.”

“I’ll accept you dancing pathetically as long as it’s naked.”

“Ugh. And now I’m supposed to *meditate*. I thought I’d be exhausted after k-pop practice so I let Ai Wang schedule me for a meditation class but I’m so horny I don’t think I could clear my mind if you lobotomized me.”

Paris laughed. “Ah, it’s the effect of not getting to jerk off yesterday. And today. And never, ever again.”

“You’re having too much fun with that. Especially since Mako already came up with a solution.”

“Do tell.”

“Don’t think I will. I only called to ramble about how cute and hot and sexy Keith is. Fuck, is that rude? I’m treating you like a bestie, not a boyfriend. Is that okay?”

Paris was amused. “I’m not going to be jealous of a twink, so long as I’m somewhere in your top five fuck buddies.”

“You’re top three material, my prince.”

“So honored.”

“Oh, gotta go. Leo’s calling everybody to meditation. Wish me luck. Gotta suck up that Baseliner Valance.”

### ### ###

Evening meant sex with Mako, followed by a cuddle, a bit of video gaming at Mako’s place, a check in by Duke to “see how you’re doing” and a long, enthusiastic fuck by the punkish hunk, and finally a session of solo dildo fucking in bed. Going to sleep without jerking off took hours.

### ### ###

WEDNESDAY:

Theo woke up exhausted and desperate to cum. Mako was happy to let him ride Primal dick, which took the edge off for about ten minutes.

Seiko Yoshida kindly offered Theo a job at the Smiling Panda.

With no kitchen experience the blond was the lowliest newbie. He made an okay server but not speaking any Asian languages right at the corner to Chinatown limited his customer care ability. Clearing tables, prep work and similar duties became his bread and butter.

Then it was time to solve his little issue.

There were just enough chairs in his apartment for all present company. Mako in a bright blue, sleeveless hoodie, Everest between his legs, Fulin in a black stringer top, his head freshly buzzed, and Killian Hayes, the Dusk Howler’s Wild Father in a muscle shirt. He was a hobby physique builder, a full time veterinarian, Chinese with a round face and short neck.

Theo, of course, was naked.

“I assume,” Killian said, “you have enough V for a transformation. Since you’re some kind of hybrid and your abilities aren’t as developed, I can’t be sure, but Yinglong seems to think so.”

Yinglog was the Wild Father’s muse and lived inside him, like Fulin’s muse did.

“You know how to wiggle out?” Mako asked.

“Think so,” Theo said. “I’ve looked it up for normal cages, not ones that are tailored to your dick by a dragon.”

“Get on with it,” Fulin said. “Shrink the baby carrot.”

Theo focused and found his metamorphosis capacity as a physical substance drifting loosely within him. He guided it into his crotch and told it to evenly shrink his dick and balls. It required continuous coaxing and was quite slow but under the curious glances of three men, the blond dialed his package to half size.

“Time to wiggle,” Mako said. Everest chuckled like a human.

Theo grabbed the root of his dick and-

The cage reacted. Metal bent like warm wax. Shavings drizzled off the cage web and the ring around his package. As the cage shed mass, it shrank to fit the smaller cock.

“Shit.” Theo stared down with his hands uselessly hovering beside his crotch. “I-is it… going to grow when m-my shifting runs out?”

Mako whipped out Katachi who was back in an old razor blade and tapped the cage. “I don’t think so. It got rid of material. It *might* just expand and thin its straps but… maybe your dick will explode.”

Killian spread his arms. “Diagnostic please,” followed by something in Chinese.

A fish-faced dragon with shimmering green scales erupted from his chest, spectral and blurry. Yinglong wrapped around Theo’s waist, sending a chill through the shaman.

The dragon’s voice was distant and whispering as it returned to its host. The veterinarian sighed. “Sorry Theo, but it might be best if you make this size permanent. Fulin said you… don’t need a large penis, right?”

“I guess,” Theo said, his heart suddenly going a thousand miles an hour.

“We’ll find a different way to extract you,” Mako said, failing to hold his grin back.

Killian put a hand on Theo’s shoulder. “Your metamorph juice is running out, son. V can keep it up longer but eventually…”

“Right… tavşanlı escort Going permanent.”

Theo focused again and grabbed the other ‘substance’ that felt more like a hole left behind. With a sharp exhale he started burning that limited, impossible to replenish resource.

He’d been warned it would feel wrong, make him anxious, even seem like pain vaguely outside the body. All that had been understatements. He gritted his teeth.

Fulin and Mako rushed to his side, touching him, encouraging him.

“First time’s always the hardest.” “Keep going, buddy.” “You’re doing so well.”

The kind words got Theo through the ordeal but they also brought him to tears. The trio ended with a cuddle pile on the bed. Killian stayed at the table, tapping it with his hand.

“That took all my perma juice,” Theo said. “I had barely any to start with.”

Fulin patted his head. “I like you just the way you are.”

“Me too,” Mako said and spanked Theo’s naked ass.

Killian rose. “Maybe if you collect more V and shrink our package to near nothing, or even invert it, the cage would fall off entirely from shedding matter.”

Theo sighed. “I guess I don’t have a choi-“

A pain pierced his crotch in multiple locations, so sharp he couldn’t even scream, his breath gone in an instant. Flexing into a fetal position, Theo drew a breath and cried.

Under the concerned chatter of the Broodguard and Forgedancer, Yinglong descended and babbled in whispered Chinese.

Killian hummed. “The cage has pierced him. Dug itself in. Urethra, scrotum and so on. It’s… lodged. I don’t think you should try to metamorph. That might shred you.”

All three men on the bed cringed and shivered.

“Now this is awkward,” Killian continued, “but I have a horse to put down. Let me just check if there’s blood, Theo? No, we’re okay. We’ll keep an eye on it.”

### ### ###

Everest didn’t make for a cuddly dog vestige since she was always cold unless she expended great effort against her nature. So she stayed under the table, while the Green Dawn alpha and the Howling Dusk man cuddled Theo.

Over time, they lost clothes, while Theo gained a jockstrap so he didn’t have to keep looking at his tiny caged cock.

Theo hummed, waking up from half-sleep. “Never knew straight guys could be this cozy.”

“We’re gonna fuck, though, right?” Mako asked.

“Insensitive of you,” Fulin said. “Be ashamed. But we are, right?”

Theo stretched and let his hand land on the other men’s crotches. They both had been reduced to underwear. Mako in boxer shorts, Fulin in briefs.

“Since when do you wear briefs?”

Fulin shrugged. “Ace said they’re sexier. I got nothing to go on with gay culture. Do you like them?”

Theo slumped. “Ugh. I’m emotionally not in the right state for sex. And that’s saying something with you muscle gods groping me, hehe. But I need more of a nap.”

Fulin leaned in and kissed Theo. Theo kissed back with despair and more force than he had wanted to use. Days’ worth of horniness rushed through him. Fingers brushed his nipples, Mako was fingering his hole and Theo’s power ran on autopilot to get him ready for intrusion.

The blond put a hand on each man’s chest and pulsed.

Both Primals flinched away with a tremble, mouths half open, groaning. Fulin was cross eyed and death-rattling, Mako had a white-knuckle grip on the bedsheets, a tear running down his cheek.

Theo sat up. “Shit, sorry. I should have asked. I’m so sorry.”

“You better,” Fulin growled with a grin. He grabbed Theo by the neck and pushed him back down, impossible to resist. The alpha slipped on top of Theo and simply shoved his entire length in, struggling out of the briefs with his balls already hitting Theo’s ass crack.

“Get punished, faggot.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir.”

Fulin sat up onto his calves, pulling Theo into his lap while the shaman gave a first gear power flow. Face to face, the men sloppily made out.

Mako stood up and pushed his dick onto Theo’s lips — and therefore also onto Fulin’s.

“Dude,” Fulin said, flinching back. “Get your dick out of my face.”

“Then ride the bitch the other way around.”

“Fine.” Fulin made a swirling gesture. “Rotisserie faggot.”

Theo turned on Fulin’s dick until he sat with his back to the man under him, getting pulled onto the dick over and over by strong arms.

Mako facefucked Theo.

Fulin grunted. “Still kinda feels like I’ve got your dick in my face.”

“Would you rather have it in your ass?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then fucking deal.”

“How about I ravage *your* ass, huh?”

“Would love to see you try, overgrown kid.”

Theo slipped off Mako’s cock to laugh. “Be nice to each other.”

“That’s me *being* nice,” Fulin said.

Mako grunted. “What Tank said.”

“Hey…” Theo started slowly. “Would you two kiss if I told you to? If I wouldn’t fuck you otherwise?”

He got a moment of silence as the two tekirdağ escort Primals exchanged a look. Fulin pushed him down to fuck doggy style. “Mako, I think this faggot needs to learn who makes the rules.”

Mako went on his knees, a hand on his dick, the other in Theo’s hair. “I’m a good teacher.”

### ### ###

Theo couldn’t sleep — too horny.

After ten minutes of using two medium dildos to double penetrate himself, he texted Mako. Maybe his neighbor was still up and willing to add a midnight snack to his daily good night fuck.

No such luck, but on a whim Theo complained to Ace and the Earthweaver was nearby. Theo got dressed and headed out to meet him.

The main purpose of a private gym was for Primals to have a place to absorb ambient Vigor that enabled their metamorphosis, but most Primals were meathead enough to like working out for its own sake.

Theo wasn’t really looking to add a second workout to the day, but the Body Changers’ also had a sauna and he was invited.

With the place largely in darkness, five men entered the heated room in reddish light and sat on open towels.

Massive bodybuilder Jun took up most of the upper bench, legs wide. Modelesque prettyboy Aaron Kim and maroon haired physiquebuilder Ace sat nearly touching on the left. Theo could tell both their cocks were semi hard, then resolved not to look.

Theo sat on the other side, his knee bumping into Ace’s once, giving a nod then falling silent in the rising heat.

The final guy was new. Maybe mid-thirties, Asian and buff but not overly so, looking more like he worked hard rather than worked out. Just under six feet with shaggy black hair and intense eyes.

The glass door fogged up, despite the perfectly dry heat in the cabin — revealing a Watcher eye that seemed to blink as fog crept over it.

“Nice trinket,” Aaron said with a lopsided grin that made him seem cute and arrogant at the same time.

Theo instinctively closed his legs, then decided to open them even wider. He wasn’t sure what to say, though.

“I’m kinda serious,” Aaron said. “I like the design. If it’s forever, at least it’s pretty.”

“Is it really forever?” Jun asked.

Theo sighed harder than intended. He sat sideways with one leg up to look at Jun behind him, which also gave the present men a better view of his cage. “Maybe. We’re still thinking about options. But unless we find a much more powerful god than the dragon who’s willing to do me a favor… yup, forever.”

“And shrinking didn’t work,” Aaron said with his cocky grin. “Except you had to make it permanent.”

“Yup, again.”

“Man, I’d have the biggest freakout. Like rage-mania. Good thing you only want it up the ass, huh?”

“Y-yup. I mean… it’s more c-complicated.” Theo didn’t really want to talk about the intricacies of bottom-hood. “Not getting to jerk off is kinda driving me nuts already.”

Ace brushed his hand again Theo’s leg. “You’ll deal. Power of friendship.” He winked. “By the way, this is Ezra.”

“Pleasure,” Ezra said, his voice somewhat deep, almost sultry.

Jun scooted over, framing Theo with his legs, the feet — accidentally? — touching Theo as he settled. Ezra got to move to the middle of the top row, into Theo’s reach, and put a hand on the blond’s shoulder.

“The legendary Theo,” Ezra said.

“Wow, I guess.”

“I’m leader of the Lunar Tempest,” Ezra said. “Heard of us?”

“In passing, sir.” Theo wasn’t sure why he’d added ‘sir’ but Ezra didn’t stop him.

“A loose collective of Stygians and Primals who don’t like the hierarchy of the main orders or who don’t care much for the urban life. I know some good fishing spots, if you’re into that.”

Jun was definitely touching Theo on purpose, one glorious leg resting against Theo’s back, the other slipping under Theo’s angled knee. Ace had moved in, his hand casually resting on Theo’s knee, inching up the thigh. Ezra’s hand was still on the shaman’s shoulder.

Had it not been for the cage, Theo knew he’d have been embarrassingly erect.

The heat reached the point of making the men sweat, skin slickening with a glisten all over their bodies.

“You okay?” Ace asked, grinning.

Theo looked around, every eye on him — including the Watcher’s on the door’s glass — and noticed he was licking his lips. “Ha, yeah. J-just horny.”

Jun grabbed the shaman’s hair and pulled him into his crotch. Theo eagerly took the large, rising dick in his mouth, granting Jun the pleasure of standing at the cliff of a mega-orgasm in perpetuity, in return being granted the taste of sweat and precum.

Theo shifted onto his knees, ass raised. Ace moved behind him and rimmed, which was a tease but also felt like relief.

Jun had no qualms about moaning. The man’s abs acted as a funnel for sweat onto his crotch and as the bottom licked, he dared to go to second gear. Soon enough a dick entered Theo’s ass.

The blond briefly turned to see who was hammering him, expecting Ace but being pleasantly surprised to see Aaron, getting his second try at Theo’s hole. Aaron fucked just fine but kept rolling his torso instead of humping — a beautiful display of rippling abs Theo would have loved to keep watching but Jun demanded attention.

“That easy?” Ezra asked. “And nobody cares he’s a dude?”

Aaron chuckled. “That’s hardly a dude with no dick.”

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Nineteen – Part 1 – slave girl sara

My father worked for the government and with my mum was transferred all over the world. He got the opportunity to have three years in Australia and took it.

With my parents being from a faith led community they knew the importance of their children following their lead. My elder sister was away at university, she is really bright and excelled in her environment.

As we were in the last years of a course at a local college, I and my twin brother Adam were sent to my father’s youngest brother, who is ten years younger than him, and his wife. They had a lovely house with a small orchard to play in. They only had two bedrooms so I had to share a bed with my brother.

For some reason they could not have their own children. They did not seem that much older than us to be fair, thirties maybe and we soon learnt that their discipline was instant and hard, maybe harder than home!

Aunty saw to routine discipline during the day and uncle took over when he came home from work. Auntie’s punishment was over her knee for a hand spanking and if needed, as it was for Adam, her small wooden spoon, which, if you ever had it, hurt like the Devil. For bad cases of naughtiness, we were sent to our room after her spanking till uncle got home. He never entered into conversation, as we heard him come home, we had to be bent over the end of our bed. He would come in, remove our bedroom belting belt from behind our door and whack one, or both of us if needed.

Sometimes he would fuck me, other times we would hear my aunt over the kitchen table, whacked then fucked. If uncle didn’t fuck me, my brother Adam would, he was never one to miss an opportunity.

At a weekend we would all be spanked, belted and Adam caned at least once a day, more if they had visitors and they were offered my bottom to redden. Once it was a man and his son who had turned eighteen and never spanked, so I was the model and he spanked and spanked me. He was told the week after he would get the belt çerkezköy escort tutorial on my bottom, and he did! After that first spanking, he was allowed to take me to our bedroom and I had to break him in, no girl wanted an eighteen year old virgin boy, so not complaining.

We also knew our aunt got her fair share of punishment as well as our bedroom was next to theirs and the faith’s teaching is not to close doors during punishment so all can hear your repentance. We would peak in through the door and see her naked body spanked and belt whipped.

So it was not an easy life growing up with my Uncle and Aunt with all the discipline but you would not find a more loving home.

The faith believed boys came of age and became men, eighteen, for us girls you were a woman at twenty-one. So officially boys could spank and strap and cane all females in the home at eighteen. Also I think they could fuck whenever they wanted and whoever they wanted, with consent of course.

I was to be nineteen in a few days and my uncle had one of his small apple stores turned into a nightclub, it had a stage and everything including a local band. It was a really special night until I was seen wanking AJ Myers in the orchard and him with his hand down the front of my pants. To be fair I was allowed to finish and I had not noticed being watched. After all had gone home and I was the last one in the apple store, my uncle came in.

“How long have you been fucking the Myers boy sara?”

“In all honesty he never did me Sir but I enjoy giving any of the boys pleasure by wanking them.”

He touched his belt.

“Was that the question sara?”

“No Sir, am I in big trouble.”

“Not big trouble, you never are sweet girl, but all any trouble needs is nipping in the bud. I have a duty to my brother, your father, to keep you on the straight and narrow and will not have you fucking every boy in the village.”

“But Sir…” I stopped.

“Do you want to feel the cane cevizli escort too, as your brother receives, spit it out.”

“No Sir, I was going to say, you fuck me, so does Adam, so do some other relations you have stay, Sir.”

“The difference is sara, and one you will learn this evening on your nineteenth birthday is, we are all FAMILY?”

“Yes Sir, sorry for questioning that. Will I get a beating Sir?”

“All in good time sara.”

He lowered his zip which was my prompt to wank or suck him before he fucked me. This was a lesson I learnt when his wife was in trouble, and I was watching, a lesson I never forgot. I knelt, like a good girl, and wanked him, he started to cum and I finished him with my mouth.

“I have decided to cane you sara, very rare as you know, but I hope you realise why?”

“Yes, I think I do, Sir, will it be just for wanking AJ?”

“Let me ask you a question sara, I want you to understand your fault so it stops happening again.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Did you ask my permission, as your guardian, to wank AJ, or anyone else for that matter?”

“No Sir I did not, sorry, does that include when I wank Adam?”

He chuckles, “No dear girl, Adam’s wanks are free.”

“I will lock up here, you, into your room, undress, everything, pee and back into the lounge, oh, and give Adam a call too, he should have been looking after you.”

I ran home crying, not only for the beating I was to get, but for the upset I was causing, not to mention the cane, ouch. I went straight to mine and Adam`s room, undressed and as he followed me to our loo I told him all I knew and how he too would be in trouble.

“When we have been punished, straight back in here so I can fuck all your holes as recompense sara.”

“Yes Sir.”

We both went down naked, where our Uncle and Aunt were waiting. We stood with hands on our head and Adam was showing his excitement for our post punishment enjoyment with a right angled, throbbing cide escort cock.

“Hard-on Adam, have you been wanking?”

“Yes Sir I have.”

Oh shit, I thought, will he be punished for that too.

“Good boy, you’re growing well, are you making the most of your sister?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And is your aunt giving you plenty of wanks?”

“Not enough Sir but it’s ok.”

“sara, has your aunt given you plenty of tuition in womanly ways?”

“It`s been ok thank you Sir.”

“Ok does not suffice sara, you should have reported her, extra punishment for you.”

“Sorry Sir, sorry aunty.”

“You will be third up for a hiding Mother, have I not told you to teach our Wards the wonderful ways of fingers and cupped hands. You are up first Adam, seeing as you are semi-hard already.”

Adam went to the centre of the room and Sir flexed his arm Whooshing his cane. He had Adam hold the cane, he stood behind him and began to wank him, our aunt went for a tea towel and laid it on the floor. He did not take much tugging and soon splashed the tea towel with his cum. I recall some time ago Uncle explaining, girls can get excited being caned, as can boys, but if you milk them first all sexual feelings go and each stripe then has a meaning.

He took the cane, bent Adam over, and as he whipped my bothers back and bottom he explained the error of ways and his inaptitude in keeping his sister safe. I think he got eight stripes and was screaming at three.

“Take his place sara, would you like your bottom spanking before the cane?”

“Yes please Sir, a few spanks would be most grateful.”

Being spanked before a strapping or caning raises the nerves in my bottom and tingles me below. I went over his knee for twenty or so spanks, he did not hold back. I sobbed but was determined not to cry, yet.

“Over the table sara and hold your auntie’s hands.”

I did as I was told, she knew the sting of his cane, we heard her getting it often enough, and gripped me tight. Every practice Whoosh made me jump, at nineteen I was still a cane virgin. Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh, just one more stripe without a scream and I beat Adam’s miserly three. Whoosh, WWHHOOOOSSHH.

“Aghhhhhhhhh, ouch.”

“Credit where credit is due, you did well, stay down sara, go to your room Adam. Keep hold of her mother.”

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