Judicial Punishment Lottery Pt. 08

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Guys here’s the next episode of the Judicial Punishment Lottery series. I’d just like to take this opportunity to give another shout out to fellow Lit-author Avicia, who helped a lot with this tale. If you’ve not read her stories, then I thoroughly recommend that you check them out. Also, while I’m at it, I’d like to mention MrSmith27 who has also recently started helping me out with some very useful pointers. They may not show up too much in this chapter, but they gave me a lot to think about and are likely to influence the further adventures of Margo, Shona and co.

Judicial Punishment Lottery Pt. 08

Margo had never considered herself a slut, not really. Sure, when she was younger, she’d had her wild moments. She’d been a cheerleader in college, and like a few of the other girls she’d fucked a couple of the football players they’d supported, but still.

Giggling, she remembered that while she had fucked a few of the jocks, she’d actually been far more interested in the other cheerleaders. By the time she was done, she’d worked her way through almost the entire squad, and that had been waay more fun.

Margo fondly remembered Ethan Clay, one of the tight ends on the team’s offensive line. He had loved her lanky blonde looks back then, especially the way that cute little cheerleader outfit had highlighted her butt and framed her long legs. Ethan was a real athlete with some serious stamina, and when Margo wrapped those legs around him, he had given her an absolute drilling before emptying his balls and pumping her completely full of his cum. They had ended up going at it the whole night, and in the morning, instead of heading for breakfast, Ethan had humped her doggystyle until she buried her face in her pillow to stifle her moans as she climaxed twice. Afterwards, Margo remembered rewarding him with one of her best blowjobs. After a few minutes rest and a shared energy drink they’d gone at it again.

She must have been walking bow-legged when she turned up to practice that afternoon, and Ethan had stumbled about the field like an exhausted geriatric.

Unlike so many of the other testosterone-driven Jocks he’d been a really nice guy, and apart from when they were fucking, he always treated her like a lady, and that had been the start of one of those typically torrid college romances. For a semester, they’d fucked like bunnies every chance they could get, in his car, her car, in her dorm room, in a stationary cupboard, in the changing room after a game, under the opposing team’s goalposts the night before a game (for luck apparently), and once in the lecture theatre when she’d blown him during a particularly dull class. She doubted there was a day that went past that she didn’t end up getting banged senseless by him, but man! It was fun.

His sister Maya had been a fellow cheerleader, and after the inevitable break-up with her brother she’d been more than happy to offer her sympathies. Now that girl had been a real giver, and she had a seriously wicked tongue. The two of them had volunteered to look after kids at Summer Camp that year, and the antics they had gotten up to were something else.

When they lay entwined together Margo had absolutely loved the erotic contrast between that girl’s dark skin and her own fair complexion, and she ended up fucking her even more feverishly than she had her brother.

Being nature lovers, they had often skipped off into the woods like a pair of wanton nymphs and humped each other into a frenzy, and the sheer number of times they had almost been caught skinny-dipping was ludicrous.

Later, as a businesswoman, she’d been a lot more circumspect, though there had been a couple of rather wild Christmas parties and one memorable incident where she’d gotten a little tipsy and fucked a pair of executives on the boardroom table. She’d left that job soon afterwards.

But when she got married, she’d been absolutely faithful, despite still getting more than a few solicitous offers. It was just a pity her husband Raymond hadn’t felt the same way.

To be fair he’d been the businessman who’d actually given her her first shot at running a company, though she’d admittedly had to pay for the privilege on her knees. But he was handsome, wealthy, debonaire, in fact quite dashing back then, and she was in love with the utter bastard.

It didn’t take long for the magic to fade. She’d learned about his string of affairs, his mistresses and even his drunken debauches and like an utter fool she would probably have forgiven him, thinking that if she was just a bit sexier, a bit more attentive to his needs, then she’d maybe win his affections back.

She should have known better.

He was a shit, and she was an idiot!

When she’d suggested getting a sex slave, she’d hoped it would put a spark back into their love life, and it had, for about a month.

By that time, she’d started drinking too much and was borderline depressed. She’d started relying on Sally more and more for simple companionship to fend off the crushing feelings bolu escort of loneliness and betrayal that plagued her.

Margo burned with shame admitting that she’d used the young woman as a sexual plaything, but she’d always tried to be kind and never to hurt her. Of course, she knew now that was a pitiful sham and nothing more than a salve for her conscience.

Still, when she had learned how her husband had caught the pool men in the act of abusing the girl and then, instead of helping her, had joined in, she had been utterly sickened and incensed!

In a rage she had thrown the bastard out of the house and threatened to castrate him if he ever so much as looked at the girl again. Of course, he had laughed in her face, and she knew then, in her heart, that it was over.

The cowardly fucker had waited until she was in jail in Scotland before he served her lawyers with the divorce papers, smugly expecting Margo to curl up and weep instead of making a fight of it.

It was a miscalculation and a spectacular one. Margo might have been blonde, but she was anything but stupid. And like the old saying goes, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” and she was feeling royally scorned, and then some.

She’d had her private investigators following her husband about since the incident with the pool men, and she was more than happy to pay for a very expensive legal team who had been absolutely delighted to hand over copies of the file to her husband’s lawyers.

They took one look at it and urged an immediate and uncontested settlement in her favour.

She gave the prick a ten percent share in her businesses, which she promptly bought out, and let him have the house in Florida, while she retained all the other properties, including Sally.

Her only real regret, and she thought it was going to haunt her for a very long time, was not freeing Sally.

Still, when all was said and done, despite her few sexual peccadilloes as a younger woman, she didn’t really think of herself as a slut.

Which was why she was feeling a little ashamed as she knelt naked on the floor of the examination room in prison, with her hands cuffed behind her and her face buried between the nurses’ thighs as she feverishly worked her tongue in the woman’s pussy, as if the copious juices that leaked from her were the sweetest of nectars and lapping them up was a lifelong ambition.

The nurse was in the throes of another wild orgasm, her second so far. Her fingers were wrapped in Margo’s long blonde hair, her head was thrown back, and her legs were wrapped around the woman in front of her as her whole body shook and convulsed uncontrollably as waves of sheer pleasure surged through her. Unable to keep quiet, she howled as the orgasm smashed over her and left her drooling and spent.

When her brain finally started working again the nurse hauled Margo’s head up and kissed her hard. Their lips mashing together, and their tongues slipped teasingly into each other’s mouths. If the nurse could taste herself, she clearly didn’t care in the slightest as she let out a final sob and slowly eased her grip, “Oh my fucking God woman. That was fantastic.”

Margo had already picked up on the nurses’ fantasies and was more than willing to play along, so she averted her eyes demurely as she replied, “Thank you, Mistress.”

The effect on the nurse was almost electric, and she literally squirmed in delight even as she licked her lips and blushed, “Y-you don’t have to call me that, Margo. Really.”

The blonde woman chuckled and lightly kissed along the inside of Penny’s thighs, drawing out another shuddering moan, “But I can if I want to, can’t I, Mistress?”

The nurse whimpered as the kisses drew ever closer to their intended destination, and she blew out a shuddering breath, “M-Margo, if you so much as touch me there, I’m going to explode, spontaneously combust, or have a fucking heart attack, maybe all three.”

Margo affected a playful pout and smiled at the woman, “Aww, is Nurse Penny begging for mercy?”

Penny’s eyes narrowed and lit with a mischievous gleam, “You know, that cheeky little comment reminds me. I owe you a spanking.”

“What?”

“Oh yes, didn’t you insinuate right at the start that I was forcing you to do this like I was some kind of despicable pervert?”

“Ah, now hang on a second, I didn’t mean tha-.”

“Nope, no excuses. Up you get, and get over my knee, and maybe, if you cry prettily enough, I’ll give you a reward when I’m done.”

Margo couldn’t quite believe it when she allowed the nurse to draw her to her feet, and with only the slightest of whimpers, she draped herself willingly across the examination couch. The couch was warm and padded, so she nodded when Penny leaned down next to her to whisper in her ear, “Comfy?”

The nurse sighed happily as she stroked her hand down the back of Margo’s neck, along her spine and finally over the curves of her bottom. She grinned as she felt the blonde woman shiver at her touch, “You have such bolvadin escort smooth skin, Margo, it’s like silk.”

“Thank you.”

“Still rather red from earlier though, doesn’t it hurt?”

Margo sighed, “It feels a bit warm, but it’s not painful.”

Still stroking the woman’s derriere Penny chuckled, “Oh, but it will be soon enough.”

“Please, Penny, don’t be too hard on me.”

“Now, Margo, you know you deserve this, so don’t complain, and you might as well save your begging. You’ll be doing enough of that soon enough,” she drew a breath, “I’m really going to enjoy this.”

Raising her hand from stroking the lovely curves before her, she brought it down to spank one cheek and then the other. It wasn’t too bad, but it was still hard enough for Margo to give a startled yelp each time the hand came down.

By the time a half dozen similar blows had been delivered on the woman’s already well-reddened derriere Margo’s squirming and the whimpering sounds she was making had become a little more pronounced.

Penny paused, and her fingers stroked lightly across the cheeks she had been spanking, “Oh, that’s warming up nicely, wouldn’t you agree, Margo?”

Before the woman could reply, the nurse slipped her hand down to explore along the cleft between her thighs. Margo started when the intruding hand rubbed over her vulva, and when the stealthy fingers began an even more intimate probing, she couldn’t stop herself from releasing a breathless moan.

Penny continued to torment the woman for a few more delicious moments as she idly mused, “Funny that your thighs seemed to fall open slightly as I was spanking you. It’s almost as if you wanted me to tease your wet little pussy. Is that what you want, Margo, for me to play with you?”

As she felt the nurses thumb slipping inside her, the handcuffed woman whined and her whole body spasmed. The cuffs kept her hands thoroughly restrained behind her, and Penny watched in delight as the womans fingers clenched and unclenched helplessly as she moaned, “Ohhh fuck! Yess, please…”

Pulling her hand away the nurse listened to the needy whine of protest and chuckled, “Well, that would be a reward for good girls Margo. You don’t deserve that… yet. Not until you learn your lesson.”

The nurse resumed her spanking, alternatively smacking each cheek and watching enthralled as Margo squirmed and whimpered.

The spanking was long and thorough, and by the end, Margo’s tears were definitely genuine, as was her begging, but given that Penny paused every so often to slip her hand back between the woman’s thighs, to stroke and tease her quim, stoking the heat and drawing out blissful cries Margo was no longer sure what she was actually begging for. It certainly wasn’t for the woman to stop. Instead, the mixed sensations were so intense that they left her babbling and gasping incoherently.

By the end, she had been brought so close to the very edge of release so often she was almost completely delirious with need and was only dimly when the nurse stopped, of the handcuffs being released and her being gently eased up onto her back on the examination couch. The handcuffs were deftly reapplied and then fixed to one of the rings on the frame of the couch, so her hands were secured above her head, exposing her body completely.

She was definitely aware, however, when Penny dipped her head between her legs and licked along the length of her vulva, sliding her tongue along the folds of her labia until she found her clitoris.

That was all it took.

Margo’s orgasm was as instant as it was spectacular. She screamed in release as the pent-up waves of pleasure rolled over her in an indescribable sensation. Her body spasmed and thrashed wildly as Penny gripped her hips and continued using her tongue to bring the woman howling from one climax to another as the orgasms kept coming.

Eventually, it was just too much, and Margo’s body arched like a bow, almost lifting Penny from the ground. Her brain overloaded as an endless cascade of sheer uninhibited passion burned away her ability to even think in an incandescent explosion. Wetness gushed from her sex, filling the nurse’s mouth and coating her face, and she slumped back in senseless euphoria, utterly supine and completely, spent.

When her senses returned, her hands had been released, and Penny was holding her close, nuzzling her neck and gently kissing her. Margo blinked and found herself looking into the woman’s deep brown eyes as she smiled, “Hey there, back with us?”

It took another couple of moments before Margo could muster the art of speech, and her first coherent sound was a long, drawn-out sigh, “Fuuuuuck….”

Penny giggled happily, “Oh yea, that was just awesome. Now, what did we learn today, Margo?”

“N-not to give you c-cheek?”

The nurse kissed her and stroked her face, “No. That would be petty. We learned that no matter how naughty you are, even if you get punished, the reward will always be worth waiting for.”

Margo bomonti escort felt herself sniffing back tears as emotions welled up inside her, “Thank you.”

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re fine. I was never going to hurt you. But now I’m wondering.”

“Wondering?”

The nurse giggled again and gave Margo a mischievous kiss, “I’m wondering if the two of us can fit in that shower cubicle. Want to find out?”

“God, yes.”

Margo was a happy woman when she was finally deposited back in her cell. She looked down at Amanda, who was lying face down on the bottom bunk naked, with the gorgeous curves of her bottom bared and on display. The woman was asleep, splayed out on the bunk as if she had collapsed there; her hair was unkempt, her legs open in a lewd display, and the cheeks of her posterior were a lovely rosy shade of pink. And despite the pattern of six parallel lines the cane had left across her derriére, her lips were curled in a contented and extremely well-satisfied smile.

Sliding carefully alongside her, Margo pushed a few stray hairs back from the girl’s face and gently stroked her back.

Amanda’s eyes flickered open, and she smiled, “Hi.”

Margo grinned, “You too, huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What happened?”

Careful of the camera in the cell, Amanda snuggled closer to whisper, “Rowan got a little distracted when she was putting some cream on my bum, I got more than just a little excited, and about thirty seconds later, we were at it like bunnies.”

“Good?”

Amanda sighed, “Oh fuck, yes. I think I must be going mental.”

“How so?”

“Well, this is prison, I’m meant to be happy I’m getting out tomorrow, not wishing I could stay longer.”

The young woman blushed, “Umm, once I’m out, me and Rowan are going to maybe meet up for a coffee, or something.”

Margo couldn’t help her giggle, “I can just bet what the “or something” will be.”

“Is that bad?”

“Hell no. You’re both adults; you’ll be a free woman tomorrowand you can sleep with whomever you like. But Penny said something that bothered me, so can I ask a favour?”

“What is it?”

“She said that with your political activism, it’s only a matter of time before you end up back in here. So, I was gonna ask you to promise me that you’ll be careful.”

“Margo, it’s not that simple. I, we-.”

“Look, Amanda, I’m not asking you to stop, or compromise your beliefs, I’m just asking you to be careful is all. For me, please…”

The younger woman sighed, “I’ll try, I promise, okay?”

Margo grinned and put on an outrageously fake Texan accent as she hugged her, “You better gal, or I’m gonna give you an absolute ass-whuppin.”

The two women lay together in each other’s arms for a while, stroking each other and occasionally exchanging long kisses. But slowly their caresses grew more insistent. Margo’s head dipped to Amanda’s breasts, and she took one of the girl’s already sensitive nipples into her mouth while the younger woman’s hands insistently wormed their way inside Margo’s new overalls.

Amanda giggled, “I can’t believe I want it again. I mean, I’ve been naked and shagging all evening, and I can’t keep my hands off you. Do you think it’s just this place, or do they put aphrodisiac in our tea or something?”

“We don’t have to do anyth-“

“Margo, we have unfinished business, so shut up and get your clothes off, because I have this incredible desire to sit on your face until you either suffocate or make me orgasm so hard, I forget my own name. Then we’re going to sixty-nine until we both end up as a gooey puddle on the floor. Okay?”

“Aww, you say the nicest things.”

In the CCTV control room, Mrs. McCulloch watched for a while before snorting in wry amusement, “Lucky bastards.”

With a flick of a button, she switched the camera to stand-by mode and the screen went blank. She eyed the other CCTV operator, “Yes?”

He shook his head with a grin, “Nothing, ma’am.”

By morning both women were draped and coiled around each other like snakes, sleeping contentedly, exhausted but happy.

The score was three, each.

The next day was a bittersweet one for Margo. Amanda was due for release, and while she was happy for her, she knew she would miss her friend. When it came time for the girl to go, Warden Mcculloch had surprisingly allowed the American woman to accompany them to processing, and they had an emotional last hug before her companion and bedmate of the last ten days was led away.

Sniffing back tears, Margo had slowly followed the Warden as she led her back to her cell. McCulloch had seen the same reaction countless times from countless women, but despite being hardened to it she might have just felt the tiniest sliver of sympathy as she saw the inmate looking at the now empty bunk and her shoulders beginning to shake.

“It’s only temporary Margo; you’ll be transferred out of here yourself this afternoon.”

The blonde woman sniffed and drew a breath, “I know Warden, I just miss her a little is all. I’ll get over it.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the day passed slowly for Margo until Warden Taylor appeared after lunch to escort her to processing. The young Warden watched her collect her few belongings as she examined the electronic documents authorising her transfer.

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She smiled, leaning back in her seat. It had been a nice start to the day. It was unusual to invite someone to her home for a first meet, in fact it was the first time it had happened. They’d chatted online for a long time. They knew each others likes and dislikes, they’d discussed the situation they were in, what their roles were in this relationship. All of this was outlined a long time before today, but it had been difficult to arrange to meet up.

She was surprised and disappointed when he’d messaged to say he was working nearby. Surprised pleasantly as it meant they could finally meet, disappointed as she had work and it was too late to cancel. Still, it would be good to meet even if just for a chat.

He’d seemed nervous as he’d walked in, which she’d expected but it was quite cute. She didn’t want a man to take charge of her and dominate the conversation with talk of his exploits, but the conversation still flowed perfectly. There were looks too, lingering glances, they skirted around the subject they both knew he was here for. She was busy getting ready for work, starting work, checking emails as they spoke. The time drifted by in a relaxed manner.

Unfortunately she did have work, there was a tedious call she couldn’t avoid. It was approaching faster than she had hoped. She’d explained this in advance but it still felt like a disappointment when she had to mention it again. She could tell she he was disappointed too. It was strange nothing had happened other than conversation, he was very polite, perhaps too polite.

“Do you have time to see me naked?” She’d felt a small cheer inside when he’d asked. Of course she did. She sat on the kitchen chair as he undressed. Nothing showy, just slowly and carefully, folding his clothes and placing them on the floor. He’d looked bismil escort at her unsure as he stood topless, she’d nodded for him to continue. Then again when he was down to his boxers. Finally he was stood before her, clothes aside.

“Turn around” she’d said. Her eyes took him in as he slowly turned. A smile crept over her face, he was very obedient. “Stroke yourself” she’d instructed as he returned to face her. He complied, already clearly aroused he teased himself with his fingers. His face showing his enjoyment. Her breath was quickening. Why did he have to come today? “You have to stop now,” she said with a sigh after glancing at the clock.

She shifted in her seat, thinking of how it unfolded as the call continued. She was quite pleased with her quick thinking. She crossed her legs, lifting the other foot towards his face. He took it in his hands and continued kissing, licking and sucking the toes between his fingers. He didn’t have much choice given the situation but still she was pleased he had taken to the situation so quickly.

Her desk was against the wall, with a gap for her feet and a footrest. Not that she needed a footrest at this current moment. She’d ushered him under there just in time for the call, well maybe a little late but it was OK. Once she slid her chair in front he was trapped, still naked.

He wasn’t hard any more, she hadn’t wanted that distracting him. It had taken a while to wait for his still twitching cock to be soft enough to squeeze into the metal cage. From the look on his face it hadn’t been entirely comfortable but perhaps that had prevented him from getting hard again under her tight grip. The foot rest was a metal bar, and the chain attached to the inflatable plug in his cute little ass was bitlis escort secured tightly to it. He’d had to lock the plug himself to the footrest as she couldn’t reach , but he had willingly given her the keys. He couldn’t move far, but far enough to be of use.

It was difficult to focus on the call with him there, the feel of him on her feet was so very relaxing. He was very keen, he hadn’t stopped since the call started. She was still in her jeans, her fingers occasionally drifting between her legs as she looked down at him. She was getting so very aroused, she had to be careful not to sigh into the microphone. As someone else started discussing another topic she took the opportunity to stand and take her jeans off, along with her knickers. She sat again, this time with her legs spread. She felt his face come towards her and kicked him gently but firmly away. She waited. He tentatively moved towards her again, closer this time. She looked down and pushed against his balls with her toes as she kicked again with the other foot. He waited again. When nothing happened she ran a finger between her damp lips and held it out for him. He sucked it greedily. She waited again. The play of power continued as the call went on. Eventually his face was covered in her dampness but he still hadn’t had his lips on her.

Finally the call was over. If she was honest with herself it hadn’t been her most professional moment but that was far from her mind. She leant back in her chair again and looked at him. She could see he really wanted her. She slid the chair forward, legs still spread. She grabbed his hair and pulled him between her legs. He eagerly buried his tongue between her lips, exploring the taste of her, running it up and down, onto her thighs and back. Eventually bodrum escort he concentrated in s single place, licking and sucking in a steady firm rhythm in just the right spot. She held him tightly, the hours of teasing building up into an uncontrollable flow of shivering joy as she came loudly. She held him close still as he carefully kissed her thighs after.

Eventually she let go and rolled the chair back. She leant forward, kissing his damp lips and smiling. “You make an excellent toy” she said, passing him the key. He unclipped himself from the footrest as she beckoned him out to stand before her. She teased his cage with her fingers, smiling at him. She could see him swollen inside reacting to her. “I think I should let you cum” she said “get on your knees again”. He complied. She left the room, returning a few minutes later with some handcuffs. “face on the floor and hands behind your head” she stated firmly. She cuffed him as he knelt there, bum in the air. She stroked his bum, then his balls. She spread his legs apart.

Kneeling behind him with one hand she carefully but firmly gripped his balls and pulled them towards her. With the other she picked up a vibrator and turned it on. She held it firmly against the cage. He gasped as the vibrations shook his cage and cock. He looked good there under her control. She pressed harder, and he was slowly melting towards the floor groaning. She pulled him back upright by the balls, then applied pressure again. His cock strained at the cage as he groaned louder. He was becoming more vocal now. “Come for me” she said firmly. He shouted as he did, jets of cum splattering onto the wooden floor.

She stopped the toy and let go, walking in front of him. “Nice” she smiled. She waved the key at him “You need to clean up” she stated, pushing his face to the floor with her foot. He moved his face to the cum and licked, tentatively at first then more eagerly cleaning the floor. When he’d finished he looked up. She raised her eyebrows at him questioning. “Thank you” he said. She kissed him kindly and unlocked the cage.

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Ever since I first started getting the urge I’d dreamed of orgasm denial for me while being forced to give marathon cunnilingus sessions to my partner. If I’m honest I have always jumped at the chance of eating fanny so I don’t need much forcing. Throw in being locked into some kind of male chastity device and you pretty much have my ideal wanking fantasies. My first wife told me I was sick and refused any bit of it. My second wife, while willing to play would never go quite as far as I wanted.

Not that I’m complaining, Sue would go much further than any other girl I’d met until then. We once went to Amsterdam for four days, I could have spent four days in the sex museum in De Wallen, one of them just looking at the cunnilingus chair on display.

My second wife passed away three years ago and I pretty much tried to forget about sex, you can’t though can you? Well, I can’t!

I am pretty handy. A mechanical engineer by trade and I have a very very well-equipped garage. I ran my own company specialising in industrial conveyor installation and maintenance. One day I had a pretty good idea. I patented it, sold it to a big outfit from Manchester and retired.

Then I got bored so I switched to making what Sue called “my nefarious devices”. I made half a dozen male chastity devices over the years, and a couple of them worked.

Of the ones that did, without the key or grinding wheels and much heat close to your important bits, I wasn’t getting out. My second wife played with me with them, but the longest time I ever did in one was, not quite a full day.

I like working with wood as well. I brought up the subject of the cunnilingus chair a few times but it was a step too far for her. She let me make her a queening stool with wrist cuffs. We could put that up in the attic when we had visitors staying, but that was as far as it went. I spent a good few hours over the years with my head buried between her thighs. Sometimes in some bondage, sometimes not. Sometimes even with a cock cage locked on but as soon as she had come the cage came off and she would get me off in various ways. That’s what she enjoyed so it would have been churlish to argue.

I made her a chastity belt. Though that’s exactly what it wasn’t I used it to lock toys in her. Used to drive her halfway round the bend. She has been gone now for three years and I miss her still. She would give anything a go.

One of the jobs I’d never got round to and one I really should have done for her, she always wanted a nice shoe/boot rack. She well knew the power her footwear held over me. And she wanted to display them in our room. Sue had a pretty extensive collection of erotic footwear. From classic court shoes to three pairs of what she and her best childhood mate Paula called her “mad heels”. She would not wear platform soles but I did get away with buying her, from The Little Shoe Shop a pair of thigh-high boots with hidden platforms and a six-and-a-half-inch heel. My favourites, I loved them. Loads of other extreme shoes as well. Most had a 5-inch stiletto at least. I talked to Paula, she thought it a fantastic idea to finally do it. She even promised to come round, polish the shoes and arrange them. You just could not leave a job like that to a man.

So approaching her third anniversary I took myself down to our local reclaim wood yard and bought some ridiculously priced Japanese oak. I’d thought about this for years. I knew what I needed. When I got to the counter with my timber the guy on the counter, a friend called Dave, said we have a load of black oak going cheap. I thought about it for a moment, but black leather shoes on a black stand. Sue would never have forgiven me!

So I bought my yellow Japanese oak, paid for the delivery and went to leave. Outside. I saw the pile of black oak. It was a huge reclaimed staircase. Obviously from a place that should have been listed, it probably was but unless it’s grade one with machine gun towers at each corner if some spiv wants it down to build a dozen ugly modern slums it’s coming down.

I like oak, especially if it’s old, I can turn it and mill it on my tool room lathe and vertical mill. It’s just the best wood for working accurately. I immediately thought of my cunnilingus chair. OK, I had no one to use the top seat, no one to fasten me in, no one to squeal with delight as I sent her off again into hyperspace. That didn’t matter a jot, I had a nefarious project. I went back in and bought the lot. I got it for a song and the delivery for both was a one-off payment.

I’d taken dozens of photographs of the Dutch chair. Thank god for digital cameras. They gave me a good start, I didn’t want a copy though, I wanted something unique. This was going to take some thinking. I needed to consider this very carefully.

When the delivery came I had the wood dropped by my garage door. I put the black stuff away, there is a room above my garage the same size as my garage. I could get six cars in my garage but it’s never had a car in it while I’ve owned it. It would be better described as a workshop but the estate bilecik escort agent we bought the house from called it a garage so garage it still is.

I got to work sketching a drawing of the boot rack. It took me three weeks to make it. I gave Paula a call, she lived less than a mile away. I was instructed to put the kettle on, she was on her way round, so around she came. She loved it. She took one look and burst into tears. My missus and Paula went back years, they went to school together. Make me one she sobbed, how could I refuse? If you make me one I’ll do all your housework for you. I hate housework and had been considering getting a cleaner in. I agreed on the spot. When the debt was paid I could find someone else unless we came up with an ongoing agreement. Why hadn’t I thought of Paula before? She did most of my shopping and other stuff for me.

The second rack was a little different it was a bit smaller as well. Sue had a shoe collection that didn’t quite rival Imelda Marcos’s but she had a few. Paula’s only took me a week. So after I dropped the rack off for Paula I set about my chair.

It took me six weeks to get something I was happy with. I had a couple of false starts then a good idea or two that caused a bit of backtracking. It was a straight-back chair for the domme with a low seat for the sub slightly in front and underneath. The Dom is sitting upright with the subs head between her legs. Her seat is adjustable for height and she can slide backwards and forwards on a sliding seat base. Using this to its full advantage she can present either her fanny or arse for her sub’s attention there is enough slide to enable the use of a gag dildo. Something else I had always wanted to try. It was about this point I stopped thinking about general use and concentrated on the sub being me. I wasn’t going to sell it, if it ever was used by two people the likelihood was it would be me and a working girl from Fetlife. Then I got to thinking, I wanted to have no choice as to what happened once I was in position.

I made a two-piece collar by scoping out a half-neck hole from the top seat. The back of the collar was a mirror of the front but two rods were fixed to the chair seat and the clamping half of the collar slid along these. The clamping half of the collar was held in position by a leaver-operated friction lock. Behind my head, there was a support consisting of a 4-inch laminated oak cylinder drilled all the way through off centre. Pressing down on the handle pushed the cylinder and in turn my head forward. Another handle operated a friction clamping system that locked the cylinder and therefore my head in place. These two handles being used by the Dome to get my head into the best angle for my tongue to reach the places she wanted it to reach. I had to alter the bracket height and increase the cylinder height to put the push point high on the back of my head and not my atlas and axis joint. I could foresee a nasty accident caused in the throws of passion. Minimal pressure on both these handles by the Dome was completely Irresistible to the victim.

I formed half moon rests for the back of my legs and calves. My feet were held by substantial stocks, with a hinge and simple drop-in pin lock, and my knees bent at 90 degrees. Arms were held by two hinged cuffs below the elbows, these I put on swivelling mounts, and locked each with another drop-in pin. My hands were held by a similar double cuff double hinged with one pin holding them together.

I could easily fasten myself into this chair, the only problem was I could easily get out again and I wanted, needed to lose control. Everything revolved about getting my hands free. What I needed was some way of dropping the final pin Ito position but then for a time at least not be able to remove it.

I had of course read all the self-bondage stuff on the Internet. Everyone used melting ice. So why not the same for me? It’s simple and unless someone changes the laws of heat transfer pretty foolproof. I went to town on the locking pins. I made them from 20mm “silver steel”. I had the remains of a bar of 40 mm diameter silver steel in my stock. I used it to turn ball caps for the pins. One pin was left 30 mm longer than the others, on this I turned a “T” shaped cross-sectional end. Then I made a 40mm ice ball mould. I stood the pin in the mould, filled it with water and stuck it in the freezer.

If I could get the pin in its hole with one hand in the cuff and for the benefit of a trial run my other behind my back. It worked well, It took a while for me to escape from the trail run as the ice head dropped halfway into its hole as I had bored these out a little too deep. I had intended to line them with stainless steel ferrules I could not get a grip on the ice head. After a second or two of puzzling, I stuck a finger of my free hand up through the bottom of the hole pushed the pin up and freed myself. My tummy did a flip when I realised with both hands in the cuffs I was stuck if the ice heads hadn’t melted and let the pins fall through. I made 5 more ice bingöl escort cap pins and froze caps to the heads ten times, It worked without a hitch every time. I was happy I wasn’t going to die in my chair unable to escape.

So this left me not completely immobile but the I wasn’t going anywhere soon. I had been going for a unisex thing at this point but who was I kidding? This was always for me so I built in a bondage board and a perspex testicle clamp for my cock and balls. I wasn’t satisfied with my level of discomfort so I made a second seat for myself. It was three inches above the original one but I had enough room to lower the seat base. I drilled a hole through both and mounted an inch and a quarter, highly polished, stainless steel anal intruder on a 25mm screw. I made a four-winged nut for the thread so my imaginary Domme can easily adjust the amount the rod enters my arse. The intruder had a pres-stud terminal for my estim machine and the other terminal from the estim connected to one of my urethral sounds. That would be held in place by a lace tied off on the cock bondage board.

I was ready to test it. As I said I had done a test or two to see how the ice ball cap melted. The pin was frozen as well so it took a couple of hours or thereabouts for the ice cap to melt so the pin fell through and released. I set it up and tested it a few times. Very simple very foolproof. I forgot the old engineering adage make something foolproof and someone will make you a better fool.

The morning I decided to do a full flying test I ran through everything, I put my favourite cock tube on. It has an opening big enough for a 10mm urethra sound and anti-erection pins. Not too sharp but you don’t need needles to make your life very uncomfortable in that particular area.

I took the pin out of the freezer and left it out for an hour. I figured an hour would be enough the first time around. I adjusted the anal intruder lubed it up with silicon lube and sat on it. I nearly gave up on it at that point and on reflection, I had it too far advanced. I laced my caged cock to the board and clamped my balls in the perspex clamp. Next my legs into the ankle restraints and put the pins in I balanced the pin with the ice cap in place, this was the difficult bit. I fitted the hood with a double dildo gag and blindfold I had bought just for today. I got the elbow restraint pins in took a deep breath then dropped the ice cap pin in.

I was deliciously uncomfortable, hopelessly trying to erect and the estim was switching in and out randomly and I was thinking I was going to have one hell of a wank in half an hour. I felt a draught, WTF, how was that? Then a hand on my thigh. I was in blind panic mode now. Then my ear was bitten and a nipple pinched. After a second or two I was aware someone was sliding their fanny onto the dildo sticking out of my mouth. The fanny slid away from me and someone started to remove my gag. I’d just about figured out it was Paula. I know I’d locked up and she was the only one with a door key. It wasn’t her day to come in but since I’d given her a key she was in and out all the time. “Is that” but before I could get any more out she twisted my nipple again and whispered quiet. I remained silent and was rewarded with a large helping of hairy pie. I heard the locking pin drop out but could not do anything about it she had a big leverage advantage to hold the cuff closed, then I felt one of the real things drop into it’s place, they were a few lying around. I find no sound more of a turn-on than a woman giggling when she has you by the plumbs. I was truly at her mercy. My cock knew it too. After I had given her three absolute screamers she crouched down and whispered again in my ear. I can pull these pins out and walk out or you get to do something no one has ever done for me before.

Stay or go? And I heard myself “please please stay”.

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So six months later, Paula moved in with me. We are going to let hers out as a holiday rental. We live in the heart of a national park, so holiday rents are good most months of the year. It will give her a bit more money in her purse but she is still insisting on working at least part-time for her old governor. We don’t need it and if she is working I haven’t got her to myself. I’m working on that.

We ain’t quite doing it a lifestyle as such. My daughter, with her kids and Paula’s son and his girl, have habits of dropping in unannounced. That puts a bit of a crimp on it. I am in some sort of chastity or other just about 24/7 so I haven’t had a wank since the day she caught me in the chair. I have had a few orgasms, about one a week, but there is no pattern. Last month she gave me a blowjob after a couple of hours in the chair, the next day, with no prompting at all she gave me a tittty wank. That was special. Paula keeps saying I don’t need that many orgasams and needs to cut back on them. I hope she is playing the game, who in my position could say they are getting enough? The one thing I’m sure bingöl genç escort of is when I do cum it will only be her doing the doing.

Paula on the other hand, since she moved in is probably averaging ten a day or more. That’s not all my doing, she likes to use her fingers on herself while I watch and she likes to have me use her rapidly expanding collection of dildos on her.

So we were in the sitting room doing our things and she suddenly said “apart from a blow job, what do you want?” I’m not allowed to ask to cum, that’s an unspoken but very important rule of our game, so I was a bit nonplused. Is there anything you want, I’ll happily walk round the house all day with my tits out. I absolutely love her tits but if she walked around the house all day with them out I think I’d be cutting my balls off after a month. So I rather timidly asked her if I could buy her some fetish clothing. Up till she moved in to make ends meet she had been cleaning and caring. The only thing she got from her bastard of an ex-husband was the house a paltry bit of maintenance for her boy and bruises. Her wardrobe consisted of tee shirts and jogging bottoms. I’m not good at asking for what I want so I’m now banned from deleting my browser history. That stuff is going to get me into hot water I know.

So we had a few days in the big smoke. I was choked sick to find The Little Shoe Box had closed its doors. I really saw Paula in a pair of patent leather boots up to her bum with the obligatory mad heel, but not on that trip. We visited leather shops, latex shops and a little secret place in a Croydon suburb where Sue had her corsets hand-made by a French girl who lived there. She has photos of Sue in some of her more extreme creations. Sue could at one-time lace down to a 16-inch waist. Tilly, the French corset maker surprised me by suggesting a latex corset for Paula. She then really put the cat among the pidgins by saying men can wear corsets as well. Didn’t matter what I wanted, Paula grinned and said yes. Then Tilly found another photo of Sue wearing a locking chastity corset. I knew it well. I had made the three locking stainless steel straps that went around the nipple, navel and waistline and the important one that locked her pink flower away. I paraded Sue around Erotica in 2006 wearing that, a single arm glove and a dog lead and collar. Tilly made to match. Not the lead and collar. I bought them from a very surprised guy in a pet shop!

Within seconds I was stripped down to my chastity and measured for a male version.

I spent the best part of an hour on my knees in front of the bed when we got back to the hotel.

We had an enormous bed in the hotel. Paula ordered me on to it. I was naked apart from the chastity cage. I had not been allowed to cum for three weeks, maybe she was intending to ration me further as she keeps telling me she will.

Paula produced a black cloth stuff sack. Opened the top and pulled out a length of rope. If you want me to fuck your brains to mush make like a starfish. I threw my arms and legs out. This was the first time I’d seen her use rope. She was very good with it., so had Sue been, then a penny dropped. They had been in the girl guides together. Paula soon had me spread-eagled with 4 lorry driver’s hitches. If you don’t know what a lorry driver’s hitch is, it is what they used for holding down heavy loads very securely before ratchet straps were invented. She even box lashed around my arms and legs so I couldn’t pull the knots tighter when I struggled. Then like all women, disappeared into the bathroom for a good hour. When she finally came out it had been well worth the wait. She looked gorgeous. I’ve got a surprise for you, I do hope you like it. She was wearing a full-length rubber evening dress. Carrying a huge totally unsuitable handbag. Obviously, no knickers and her big full nipples clearly showing under her dress.

She had to hitch the dress up a little to climb on the bed she gave me a big wet French kiss hitched her dress even higher said surprise surprise her fury minge had gone and been replaced with a smooth hairless mound and wet glistening fun slit. Then gave me an even wetter vaginal kissing as she dismounted and popped the pouch of a large stuffing gag into my mouth. It wasn’t a simple single strap behind job, it was held in place by a 3 strap head harness with a chin strap and a further strap with a nose hole that buckled to the strap that went over my head. The panel of the gag had a zip with a mesh compartment behind it. This compartment was held in shape by a padded but rigid frame.

She opened the zip on the front of the panel and stuffed yesterday’s knickers into my mouth. I could taste her straight away. It took me a little longer in the bathroom I had to freshen them up a bit. She winked. Then she produced today’s knickers and a pair of scissors, she soon cut the crouch out of them and produced a small panel, again mesh with three press studs and popped it onto the gag’s nose piece. She claimed off the bed and walked to the door smoothing her dress and picked up one of those ridiculously small shoulder bags on the way. She looked at me and whispered condoms and walked out the door. A second later she opened the door threw the bag on the bed and said no! He’s a nice clean boy. The door closed again and I was left unmovable with the clock for company.

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A middle-aged couple appear to be living a conventional life. No kids, nice property, husband something in the City. The wife appears job-free but in actuality has run her own business from home for years. She is a professional dominatrix and the cellar of the family house is her dungeon. The husband has always found this a kinky turn-on as well as financially useful, but has always been kept too busy with his own affairs to have had much contact with the world his wife lives in. That changed when his position evaporated, and he became unemployed over a year ago. Constantly under her feet, their marriage seems to have taken an ominous turn.

At this point, our dominant lady decides to take charge. She sits her hubby down one bright, Spring morning and delivers the following bombshell:

“You can hardly be described as the ‘man’ in this relationship anymore. I mean, be serious! You’ve lost your job and that dysfunctional, little penis is a joke. The pity wank I give you once a week hardly qualifies as a sex life for either of us, does it?

You must have guessed that I was getting my fun elsewhere. Actually, I have been attracted to other women more and more over the years. You’ve seen my girlfriends. They’re gorgeous, powerful women. No real surprise considering they are in the same line of business as me. A dominatrix tends to be impressive. beylikdüzü escort You, on the other hand, are a pudgy, unsightly, domestic inconvenience. Is that fair?

But don’t worry. I have a plan for us staying together. There are still a couple of things you might be good for.

Firstly, I would like to try out new sorts of punishment and humiliation on you, before offering them to the paying punters. You live on my earnings, now you can start to earn your keep.

Take electrics, for instance. I have always been unsure how far to go, even though men will pay well to be taken to their limit. I have a wired urethral probe that I have never even used. I just didn’t fancy delivering electric charge directly into someone’s bladder without knowing exactly what would happen. I’d like to know how long anyone could stand suffering like that. I’d love to walk out on a man in that predicament, strapped to my table. I’d love to see the panic in his eyes when I tell him how long I will be. You, my Sweet, are going to provide me with that information.

Now we are getting things clear, there is another matter I have to mention. That weekly pity wank. I’m afraid that’s going to have to stop. I do not have any form of sex with men I entertain in my dungeon, and from now on that includes you. beyoğlu escort You are less, far less, than a client. I know this is hard for you. You will be so frustrated in your new life. So very, very frustrated. Sex with me is over, my Darling.

And that brings me to the second thing. There is just one sexual outlet I am prepared to consider for you. In my business there is sometimes a call for a sissy-maid to help humiliate clients. A mistress might order this creature to piss on a client. Maybe the sissy will masturbate a restrained slave or suck him off. Some men want to be forced to bugger another man in front of their mistress or to swallow another man’s cum.

So, you see how your sex life might be taking a new direction. A new lease of life. Torture and humiliation from your dominant wife and sex-fun for your mouth and sissy bottom from her clients?

Let’s start now. The first thing I want you to do is shave your legs. Shave your pubes too. No body hair at all. You can use a cream on the awkward parts. You are to maintain this every morning. Next, I want you to go shopping for a few things. A pair of black stilettos in your size and a baby-doll nightie. Make sure it is transparent. I am not going to let you hide behind frills and flounces. Everything on view. Buy yourself a thong biga escort that actually holds your soft thing and your balls. I will be sending you to the boutique I use myself. The ladies there understand so don’t try saying these things are for someone else. You aren’t the first man I’ve sent to them.

I want you to dress yourself in these things and then go online. You are to create a blog called, Sissy Trainee, and post an account, with pictures, of your shopping experience. Next, go to the dungeon and choose the smallest dildo from my display. Set up your phone and video yourself using it on your man-pussy. I want 100 full strokes counted out by you in your best girly voice. Plenty of lube. Take out the dildo and clean it. Use only your mouth. In the unlikely event that you cum from that ass shafting, you are to lick up that mess as well. Post the video file on your blog. I want you to do the same every evening from now on. I will tell you when to change to a bigger size.

When you have done all this, get changed and cook me dinner. I will be having a guest this evening. Mistress Joanne will be staying over. You may sleep in the dungeon. Clean it thoroughly before the end of the day. Mistress and I will review your blog at some point in the evening. Prepare a breakfast for us at 9.00 am.

Tomorrow is a workday. My first client is at 12.00. Before that will be time to start investigating the electrics so lay out the equipment after you have cleared the breakfast things. I will be using full restraint and the gag.

Later on, I will be altering my website to offer Sissy-Maid services and putting up a link to your little blog. Who knows, you might prove popular.”

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“I’m… glurgh… I can… slurp… I can fight… mglm… with a sword too… glurgh…”

I could barely get a single word out without being interrupted by my own mouth’s gagging and slurping sounds. How could it be otherwise? After all, I was trying to talk while filling my mouth with cocks.

My guy friends, Ryan, Malcolm, Collin, etc, were sitting above me in the communal tent. They were as always fully clothed, with one exception: their cocks were erect, visible out of their trousers’ fly, and I was worshipping all those cocks on my knees, completely naked, chained and collared with my hands restrained behind my back.

“This is unfair…” I managed to say during the small second I had to switch from Ryan’s cock to Michael’s. “Fuck this… slurp… fuck this nonsense… glurgh… I deserve equal treatment, glurghmblbmmb…”

My lips would run up and down their shafts, covering them completely and soaking them wet with my saliva. Some of it kept dripping on my bare tits.

“Is the bitch saying something?” Malcolm asked the others. I had been sucking their cocks nonstop for 30 minutes, and not once had they even acknowleded my presence or my existence.

The roleplay’s concept was simple: the men were having man talk, and the weak, naked little woman was pathetically trying to get some semblance of equality, but to no avail.

“Something about deserving to be equal again,” Henry answered. “Just ignore her.”

“YOU WON’T IGNORE…” I raised my tone in a pathetic attempt at being intimidating, and they countered it by simply pushing my head onto their cocks.

I was absolutely turned on. This was the most direct expression of raw masculine power subjugating the vulnerable feminine, a classic societal and cultural trope that I welcomed with open arms for the purposes of fantasy.

Well… with an open mouth, rather than open arms, especially since they were restrained behind me. It was now the third and final day of the LARP event, and I was spending it in a place I never thought I’d belong to so perfectly: on my knees, with my male friends’ hard cocks in my mouth.

I kept trying to argue in favor of my inclusion as Ellewine, my character. Finally, they told me to go convince the others in the warband, not just them. So I left the tent where our friend gang hung out at, and went to talk to the other mercenaries, some of them guys I knew from my classes.

But the moment I tried talking, the first group of three told me to kneel and open my mouth. Once beşiktaş escort again, I found myself arguing for my inclusion as an equal while sucking on cocks. For every word about equality and fairness that left my mouth, there was a gagging sound, and the comforting feeling of hard cock, raw masculinity itself, filling my mouth and making me feel dominated.

“Guh… glurgh… I demand… mblmb… the same treatment as you…”

“She knows how to suck cocks, this one,” one of the guys said, holding my hair and pushing my head up and down his cock.

He was obviously referring to Ellewine as we were in character, but by extension, it also applied to me. That was one of the things that made me the happiest since the LARP had began: from the moment I had begun sucking cocks on the second night, I had received countless compliments and praise for my cock sucking skills.

It obviously seemed unlikely for the nerdy bookworm that I was, but behind the facade of the glasses wearing geek had always been a cock-hungry slut. Every night after the end of a college day, I returned to the privacy of my bed and browsed for BDSM porn, and my favorites were always blowjob ones. I’d masturbate as I looked at those pornstars blowing loads of cocks, and I’d imagine myself to be them.

Now I was just like them, but even more humiliated, degraded and dominated. I loved it.

When those three guys emptied themselves down my throat, I swallowed and crawled over to some other guys, in a group of four. This time, I didn’t bother getting up, I just opened their trousers’ fly, brought out their cocks, and started sucking while looking up at them with big pretty eyes that were begging.

“I assure you… glmhh.. I can fight… slurp… slurp… Please give me a chance… mmlbmlbm… This isn’t fair…”

“I think the animal is saying something.”

“Jusy ignore it, it has nothing relevant to say.”

And so they went on having man-talk, while I performed my own gender-role. The men were being men, and the woman was in her place. The next one was a group of two sitting at the communal table outside. They promised they’d consider my proposal as long as I sucked their cocks while saying it.

So I spent a solid ten minutes blowing those two cocks while making my case. When I was done, and all my arguments were given, I looked up at them with an eager expression.

“Huh?” the one on the left said. “We weren’t listening. Mind doing it besni escort all again?”

“Oh fuck you guys!”

I pouted and repeated the entire blowjob process, but this time, I just didn’t say anything. The guys assured me they’d listen this time, but I knew they wouldn’t, so I just didn’t bother talking.

“Go on, Ellewine, we promise to listen this time.”

“Grlrmblbmbmb…”

“Come on, we won’t pull it off again, promise.”

“Glurghrggg…”

“Ellewine…”

“Mmhhh… ghlurghrh… I’m a woman and this is my place…” I said as I kept on sucking. “I’m not a man so I’m nude and I suck cocks… glurgh… slurp… There? That’s all you want to hear, don’t you?”

They chuckled and the one on the left pushed his cock further down my throat.

“You’re so quick to give up and accept subjugation,” he said.

I nodded on his cock. Of course I was–that subjugation was making me so immensely happy. Poor Ellewine hated it, but me making her hate it and demand equality only to be pushed back into total submission made me more turned on than any vanilla sex I could imagine.

After I was done with them, I just started crawling from men to men, silently worshipping their cocks without bothering to say anything anymore.

“Won’t you keep making your case?” Malcolm asked once I was back to sucking the cocks that belonged to my friend gang.

I shook my head while he stuffed my mouth. “I’m tired of talking…” I said. “I just wanna suck cocks… I wanna be in my place…”

A few minutes later, they dragged me by my hair to the middle of the encampment, and made me kneel there with my hands chained together behind my back, and my ankles chained together too. All the fifteen men gathered in an enormous circle around me with their hard cocks out.

A massive, fifteen-cock blowbang began, reducing me to the lowest I’d ever been reduced. The sheer amount of masculinity and testosterone above me and in my mouth made me feel the most girly and feminine I had ever felt. They’d give me mantras I had to repeat for a minute each.

“I love sucking cocks… glurgh… I love sucking cocks… glurgh, guh, glurgh, guh. I sucking cocks.”

“Do you belong among us?” Ryan asked.

“No Sir… slurp… slurp… I’m a girl, you’re men. Glurgh… I’m a girl you’re men…” Suck, suck suck. “I’m a girl, you’re men…” Suck suck suck.

I was so fucking turned on. We were playing into a hyper-exaggerated version of sexist social beykoz escort tropes and dialing it up to a Medieval level, and I couldn’t love it more.

I felt like I was drowning in a relentless tsunami of hard cocks; a downpour of raw virile power making me feel the weakest and most sexy I had ever had. Cocks kept entering my mouth left and right, fucking my throat violently, making me gag, and hands kept pulling at my hair, jerking my head back and forth in every direction.

Warm, thick cum began pouring down, but my mouth was so full and changing positions so often, every five seconds or so, that almost none of it went down my throat, but instead kept accumulating in my mouth as cocks kept entering, and all that cum would overflow from my mouth and drip over my bare chest, where some of the guys were already busy ejaculating.

When they were all done, they looked at the hour. It was 6PM, which meant this LARP event was over.

“Thanks everyone for this awesome event,” Malcolm said. “And thanks especially to Kylie and her amazing roleplay!”

They all acclaimed me as I smiled back at them, still naked, chained up on my knees, my whole face and body covered in their warm cum.

Before leaving, all the guys wanted a selfie with me, so I just knelt there, covered in male discharge, restrained, and I smiled at the camera with an otherwise casual and innocent smile, while they took their pic. It was like any normal selfie with a friend, except that the girl was on her knees instead of standing next to the man, and she was naked from head to toe, chained and collared, and covered with cum, while he was all strong and powerful in his armor.

We then took a group pic, which encapsulated the utter and complete segregation of the in-universe warband, with all the males standing in armor, powerful, and me on my knees, chained amd naked, in my place.

After that, we drove back to our homes. The day after, we were back in college, and I was back to my usual self, bookworm, unattractive Kylie the nerd. But every time I passed by one of the guys from the LARP, we’d share a look, and I’d shiver a little, because he knew something no one else in the school did: what a total, low, cock-hungry slut I was under all those layers of nerdy, concealing clothing and attitude.

There were now three months to wait until the next LARP event. One evening, I decided to go shopping. I came back from the store, a sex shop, with a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, which I all put on after stripping naked. I placed the final products I had bought: seven dildos, in a row on chairs in front of me, and I knelt with my hands behind my back, leaning down to take them in my mouth.

“Glurgh.. I love sucking cock…” I said, alone in the privacy of my appartment. I just couldn’t wait until next event.

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With the bowling alley behind them, Arthur and Mindy made their way arm-in-arm to his car. Mindy seemed very hands-on to Arthur, always finding a reason to touch him as they switched spots in the bowling alley, depending on whose turn it was, or even now as they walked. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d walked arm-in-arm with anyone.

Mindy was like that, though, in his experiences with her at the office. She was always touching his arm for some reason or another. Now that they were on a date, he understood she’d been flirting with him the entire time, and he’d been blind to it since she was his coworker.

It made him wonder who else might have been flirting with him that he hadn’t noticed. Selene, probably, given how they’d gone from friends to friends-with-bondage-benefits to nearly full-time Master and slave. Katerine didn’t really flirt. When she wanted something, she went for it, including sex with Arthur. Kelly flirted, but he’d picked up on that right away, or so he believed. He’d even initiated their initial date and their second one.

Now he was on a date with a fourth girl: Mindy. She was a college freshman to his college senior and coworker, fully aware of Selene and Katerine. It occurred to him she might not be aware of Kelly, at least by name, but that was okay. He and Kelly were casual, and both agreed to be non-exclusive. Mindy was explicitly happy to be part of the harem Selene was forming for her Master.

Arthur couldn’t complain. He hadn’t had much time to think about it before today. Still, this afternoon as he went over the paperwork his parents gave him to finalize the arrangement of his acting as the landlord and handyman to the girls they rented their house to, Arthur realized he wanted this. He wanted a harem of his own, a houseful of women to leash and collar, each eager to have a sexual, possibly even romantic, relationship with him.

He’d been so worried about messing things up or crossing lines that he hadn’t been dominant outside of the play sessions he’d done with Selene and Kat. He decided to start taking a more active hand in things, even outside the sessions.

He thought about it as they walked to the car. Mindy looked up at him and watched his face as they walked. She smiled at him and held his arm in hers. She was still turned on from all the teasing she’d been doing at the bowling alley. Frame by frame for the second and final game, she teased Arthur with little flashes or quips, and now she had no one to blame but herself for the warmth that flowed through her veins and between her legs.

She glanced at his backseat as they approached the car and wondered if this parking lot had cameras or if she’d even care if they did.

“Do you really not care what movie we see?” Arthur asked.

Mindy smiled and leaned up to his ear. “I don’t plan on watching it.” She whispered.

Arthur smirked. He’d told her of his fantasy of having sex in a movie theater, and she’d jumped on the chance to make his fantasy come true. It seemed strange she was so eager, but from what he understood, Kat and Selene had promised her he would make her fantasies come true. He didn’t mind if she wanted to proactively arrange a quid-pro-quo.

“I just ask because, since it’s October, there’s probably a few horror movies playing.” Arthur wasn’t sure if she liked that kind of thing, and judging by the face she made, she didn’t think it was the best idea.

“Let’s see something romantic or even erotic.” She suggested as Arthur opened the passenger door for her. She slipped inside, flashing him with the red lace panties beneath her white dress as she did so.

Arthur closed her door once she was settled, trotted to his side of the car, slipped in, and started the engine. “You want to pull up the movie showtimes? See what’s playing?” He asked. He checked his mirrors, turned his head, and backed out of the parking spot while they talked.

“Sure thing, Boss.” Mindy pulled her phone out of her purse and turned it on. She dismissed a few notifications before she asked: “Which movie theater?”

“The one by the mall.” Arthur suggested. There were a few movie theaters around them and more as you made your way down the highway toward the city. Surprisingly, the one by the mall wasn’t the biggest or the most popular. It used to be packed back when malls were popular, but nowadays, it saw a slow trade in business, getting busy on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. A Sunday at dinner time? It’d be slow. Hopefully, it’d even be empty. Still, he wasn’t sure sharing the theater would deter her. She had already admitted to getting turned on at the chance of getting caught.

“Perfect.” She smiled. “Maybe we can hit the food court and get dinner after the movie?”

“Sure.” Arthur said. He turned the wheel, pushed into drive, and started their way out of the parking lot.

“Looks like there’s a rom-com playing in about twenty minutes. Think we can get there in time?” Mindy looked over at him as he drove. He wasn’t a lead foot, and the theater was on the other side of town, bayrampaşa escort but they should be able to make it if the lines at concessions weren’t too long.

“Definitely.” Arthur turned onto the road.

“Tickets bought.” Mindy said after a few moments.

“What?” Arthur asked, glancing at her quickly before returning his attention to the road.

“I bought the tickets online.” Mindy explained.

“Oh, okay.” Arthur sounded disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” Mindy asked.

“I was going to pay for it.” Arthur didn’t mean to complain, but it still sounded like one. “It’s a date after all.”

“Aw, I’m sorry.” Mindy put her hand on his thigh and rubbed it consolingly. “I figured since you paid for bowling, I’d pay for the movie. It was my idea, after all.”

“Yeah, for my fantasy.” Arthur chuckled. “I should be the one to pay.”

“I’m sorry. If you want to, you can spank me for it later.” Mindy suggested. “It was very naughty of me to assume you would want to split the bill.”

Arthur laughed and had to concede that it was fair. “Okay.” He said with a smirk. “Just don’t complain later.”

“Oh, I never complain about a spanking. I’ll thank you for each one.” Mindy smirked. Her hand was still on Arthur’s thigh, and she let it rest there as she tightened her grip slightly, hugging his leg. “Do you like to do them bare-bottomed, or do you start over the clothes?”

Arthur felt himself respond and had to press his lips together to keep his concentration on the road. “We’ll see what kind of mood I’m in later.” He said with a tone of warning that Mindy didn’t expect but thoroughly enjoyed. “Maybe I should save it up and spank you in the office tomorrow while everyone else is at lunch.”

Mindy pressed her legs together and bit her lip. That had been a particular fantasy of hers for a while. A few days a week she and Arthur covered the lunch shift while everyone else went to eat. Arthur because he preferred a late lunch, and Mindy volunteered for it to get more time with Arthur.

“Yes, Boss.” Mindy said quietly. “Do you want to pay for dinner too? Or can we go fifty/fifty? I feel bad about you paying for bowling. I know you’ve complained about your rent before. I don’t want you to go broke over dating me.” Mindy’s grip on his thigh slid toward the inside of his leg by his knee.

“Don’t worry.” Arthur said with a nod. “I have plenty of cash set aside for dinner tonight, just in case we decided to go, and maybe I’ll even buy you something while we’re at the mall.” He said, his tone full of mischief.

Mindy smiled. “Like what?”

“I don’t know yet.” He answered.

Mindy scoffed. “Is it a present for me or a present for you, and you’ll make me wear it?”

“Would you be into that?” Arthur asked.

Mindy seemed to think about it for a moment and then nodded. “Yeah. I’d definitely be into that. Everything I’m wearing right now is for you, from the heels to this red velvet choker.” She hooked her fingers over the band of red velvet with a black string tied in a bow around her throat. “Never worn underwear this sexy on a first date before.” She smirked. “Everything was chosen specifically to please you. I want to impress you, Boss.”

Arthur smirked at her teasing tone. She liked teasing him, and he had to admit it was starting to drive him a little wild. He had half a mind to pull over and miss their movie, but she’d already bought the tickets. He could wait until they arrived and settled into their seats in the theater’s darkness.

Mindy’s hand drifted back along the inside of his thigh. It wasn’t long before she felt something in his pant leg, and she turned her head to look at him.

“Oh wow.” Mindy remarked.

“What?” Arthur asked as Mindy pulled her hand away.

“They really weren’t kidding.” Mindy scooted up a little in her seat.

“Who?” Arthur asked though he had a feeling he knew the answer.

“The harem.” Mindy answered with a soft laugh. “Selene and Kat. They said you were big and judging by this.” She squeezed her hand around him in his pant leg. “They were underselling.”

“Is that a problem?” Arthur asked.

Mindy shook her head enthusiastically, sending her pigtails whipping over her shoulders in both directions. “The opposite. In fact.”

Arthur smirked. “Do you want to see it?” He asked.

“What, like, right here, right now?” Mindy asked. She looked around at the cars they were driving past and then at Arthur. She nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, you should probably see it hard.” Arthur suggested.

“It’s not hard?” Mindy asked.

“Not yet. Not fully, anyway.” Arthur admitted. It was probably ninety-nine percent there, with all her teasing, but he wanted to be sure. “I’m a bit distracted with driving and all.”

“How can I help?” Mindy squeezed him again.

“Take off your sweater.” Arthur suggested.

Mindy sat back and pulled at the strings that made up the three bows that closed her cropped sweater over her dress. As soon as the third one was belek escort untied, she rolled her shoulders to push off the sweater, revealing the halter dress beneath, her bare arms, and a significant amount of cleavage and side boob of her double D breasts.

“Better?” Mindy asked.

Arthur looked over for a moment and then nodded. “Now, pull up your skirt, and leave it up.” Arthur instructed. It wasn’t a request but a statement of the inevitable fact that he expected her to obey. “Show me that sexy underwear you’ve been talking about.”

She’d flashed him with it a few times now, but this time when she reached down and pulled the skirt up over the tops of her thighs, she didn’t immediately drop it or push it back down. She obeyed, lifting the hem of her dress up around her waist, and left it there, revealing the front of a sheer panty made of red lace and string between her tan golden-hued thighs. He enjoyed the contrast between the darker skin and the flame-red underwear, all framed by her white dress and the straps of a garter belt that held up her white thigh-high stockings.

She tucked the hem of the dress into the waistband of the garter belt to keep it up and rubbed her hand along the inside of her thigh, letting her thumb brush over her panties. Arthur could see her pubic mound beneath the small triangle of thin red lace, which showed off a trimmed patch of ebony hair.

“Oh, fuck.” Arthur tightened his grip on the steering wheel and returned his eyes to the road after a glance that lasted longer than it should have.

“You like it, Boss?” Mindy asked.

“Very much.” Arthur nodded and bit his bottom lip.

“I was thinking of making it my new office uniform. Red lace underwear, a garter belt, some thigh-high stockings, maybe a bra, depending on your preference.” Mindy said softly as she leaned toward him, resting her shoulder against his arm. “These are part of a matching set. The bra is pretty sheer, though. Not sure if Beth would complain….” She trailed off.

Arthur gritted his teeth as he drove. “Unzip my fly.”

“You sure, Boss?” Mindy asked. “I could always take down the top of my dress and show you my tits if you’re not hard enough yet.”

Arthur looked at her for a moment and then smirked. “Insubordination.” He muttered.

Mindy smirked, then leaned up to whisper in his ear. “You’ll have to bend me over your desk and deliver some corporal punishment to keep me nice and obedient, hard enough that I feel it every time I sit down. Once, maybe twice a week, should be plenty. Then I’ll be the best secretary you ever had.”

Arthur swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. “Take down the top of your dress.” He instructed.

Mindy obeyed instantly. She untied the straps of her dress with a single pull with one hand, pressing her other hand at the top of her neckline to keep the top in place. Then she brought it down. Her dark almond-colored nipples crowned luscious breasts of paler flesh were free. The short round nubs were already erect and as hard as he was in his pants.

Arthur glanced around, ensuring there wasn’t a car keeping pace with them on the road, putting Mindy in danger of being seen. From outside the car, she could easily be seen if he were moving slower or if someone was keeping pace and looking in.

“I don’t mind if other people see.” Mindy said quietly. “It’s kind of hot if they do. Knowing they can’t do anything but watch as I tease you. Knowing they’re getting turned on, but only you’re going to get satisfied, eventually.”

“Tease me too much, and you’ll regret it.” Arthur warned.

“Promise?” Mindy asked coyly.

Arthur laughed. “You want me to make you regret teasing me?”

Mindy nodded. “I told you before my ex was into spanking, right?”

Arthur nodded in reply. She’d told him that her ex spanked her once, which was not quite the same thing, but he probably wouldn’t have done it if she wasn’t into it.

“It was hot, and I liked the pain. A lot.” Mindy explained. “Slap me, throw me around. Use those muscles of yours….” Mindy squeezed him again. “In my opinion, rough sex is the best sex. Choke me, and I’m yours.” She bit her bottom lip and brushed her fingers along his length, still trapped in his pants but clearly ready for release.

“We’re almost there.” Arthur warned her, but Mindy took the warning in stride. She didn’t move to cover up.

“So?” Mindy challenged him. “Do you want me to cover up?”

“No.” Arthur answered. “Hell, I’m half thinking we should skip the movie and go back to my place. Or the office.”

“The office?” Mindy’s eyes practically glittered.

“I have a set of keys. Beth gave them to me since I’m usually the last one out at the end of the day, and she’s usually late in the mornings.” Arthur explained.

“That…” Mindy started. “Is tempting.”

“But you already bought the tickets, right?”

Mindy seemed torn but looked up at him. “Yeah. But I’ll do whatever you want to do. You’re the Boss.”

Arthur seemed to think about it beşevler escort for a moment. He knew Mindy’s fantasy was to mess around in the office. They could do that on a Sunday evening, only having to worry about security coming by at the wrong time. Or they could do it on a workday while everyone was at lunch if they were quick. Or, they could do that on a weekday after the office closed and people left for the day, but before security started their patrols. It’d be less risky that way. Plus, he had always wanted to do it in a movie theater, and Mindy seemed more than willing.

“Was there anyone else with sold tickets in the movie?” He asked.

“Two people in the middle of the front row of the mezzanine.” Mindy answered. “I got us seats directly behind them in the back row.”

“And that was it?” Arthur asked.

“That was it.” Mindy replied, watching his face for any sign of his decision.

Arthur mulled it over for a moment in silence as he drove.

“My fantasy was the office.” Mindy started. “But yours was the movie theater, right?”

Arthur nodded.

“Let’s go to the movie theater.” Mindy said with determination. “Even if people are there, it will be dark, and I want to make your fantasy come true.”

Arthur was quiet for a moment, still thinking.

“Let me be your secret in the dark.” Mindy whispered. “Let me suck you and ride you while I struggle to stay quiet, so you have no choice but to gag me with these panties.”

Arthur swallowed. “Okay.” He said at last. “Let’s go see the movie, have dinner, and see what happens in the office tomorrow if you’re willing to hook up with me again or go out with me again.”

Mindy scoffed. “Are you kidding?” She asked. “Of course I am. This is the hottest date I’ve ever been on, and you’re just….” She hesitated, unsure of how to finish her statement. “Hot.” She said after a moment. “Everything about you is hot. I haven’t even seen it, but that cock of yours is driving me insane. The way you put up with my teasing, the things you want to do, the things I want you to do to me. The whole Harem thing is hot; it’s… I swear I could orgasm right now if you just reached over and touched me.”

Arthur put her statement to the test, taking his right hand off the wheel and placing it on the inside of her thigh, where he gripped the flesh just above her stockings.

Mindy closed her eyes, leaned against the chair, and moaned. “God damn it, Boss.” She muttered.

He let his hand slide up her thigh in one firm slide until his pinky came to rest between her thigh and her pelvis as she spread her legs to grant him access. He hooked his pinky under the sideband of the triangle of her panties and shifted them, sweeping upwards until it connected with the bottom of her bush.

“I like this.” He said, tapping it.

Mindy squirmed. “Yeah?” She asked. “I figured I should trim it up. Selene said you liked a shaved pussy, but I know Kat has a landing strip. I thought I might do something unique and didn’t have time to wax.”

Arthur nodded. “You girls really do talk about everything.” He chuckled.

“Yes, Boss.” Mindy agreed. “Even if there wasn’t a harem-specific group chat, we girls talk about everything with each other. I know the dick sizes of all my friend’s exes.” She laughed.

“How do I stack up?” Arthur asked.

“By all accounts, yours is the biggest dick I’ve never seen.” Mindy answered with a squeeze.

“I think it’ll have to wait until we’re at the theater.” He said in a disappointed tone. “We’re almost at the mall.”

“Not enough time to show off? I won’t be able to really see it in the dark movie theater.” Mindy was almost whining.

“Go ahead then.” Arthur moved his hand back to the steering wheel. “Unzip me. I’m hard as a rock right now.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Mindy teased him as she reached over and undid his fly. She reached between the zippers and immediately groped him before lifting him through the hole in his boxers and pants, painfully bending him for a moment before he finally came free and stood at attention.

“Fuck.” Mindy breathed. “You’re going to tear me up.” She couldn’t hide the smile on her face or in her tone. “My dildo isn’t even this big.”

He glanced at her. “I don’t know if you’re blowing smoke, but I’ll take it.”

She shook her head. “Nope.” She said as she stroked him idly with her hand that couldn’t close around him. “This is definitely the biggest cock I’ve seen. Can I… see if I can…?” She started to ask but found herself leaning over, under his arm, and bringing her mouth to it. It was awkward, but she managed to get the tip and some of his cock into her mouth without scraping him with her teeth through sheer focus and determination.

“Jawbreaker.” Mindy said after she came off of it.

“Now, imagine being tied to the underside of my desk and forced to swallow that into your throat every time I sit down.” Arthur scoffed.

Mindy’s eyes closed in bliss, and she shivered at the idea. “Is that something we could do for real?” She asked, excitement in her voice. “I already know how to deep throat!”

“Maybe.” Arthur answered honestly. The position of his desk put his back to the front entrance to the office, not ideal, but doable if they knew no one was going to open it. “It’d be easier to get some alone time in the storage closet.” He suggested.

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She took his arm like she has done after the last couple of rooms but she did not walk when he took a step. He turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry. I just need a moment. I did not know that room was a thing,” she said as she lowered her eyes from his to the floor.

“It is ok Sweetheart. There are many different fetishes. Not all are right for everyone. Are you ok,” he questions as his fingers go under her chin and raises her face so they are looking at each other again?

“Yes I’m ok. I just needed a moment. Let’s go see what room you have for me,” she answers as she squeezes his arm.

“Well, I never know what the next one has in store. The Empress has a wicked mind and comes up with all different types of scenes,” he describes as they walk. They turned a corner to see a woman dressed as a superhero standing in the hallway ready to charge into the room.

She is petite. Wearing a soft black leather boot. No heel like they have in the comics. Tucked into the top of the boots is a pair of soft burnt umber pants with a bright yellow stripe running down the side. A black leather belt wrapped around her waist holding her pants up. A bright green loses fitting shirt was somewhat hidden under her black leather jacket. The same yellow stripes ran down the arms of her jacket. Her face was covered from the nose up to her shiny blonde hair, which was pulled into a ponytail. Her name is Sunsplash and she can create a holy light beam.

She swings the doors open quickly and rushes in. The large room was a lab. The walls have smooth metal panels. On one side of the room there was a row of computers and other gadgets. The other side had chemistry glassware with something bubbling in the largest beaker. In the center was a large rolling table with a shiny aluminum top. A large forest green curtain hung at the rear of the room. The only color in the room. The large lights hanging from the ceiling made the room bright, but it felt cold.

Sitting along the row of computers was a woman. She did not turn as Sunsplash rushed in. Only kept tinkering on her project.

“Where is he, Empress,”screamed Sunsplash!

The Empress turned slowly in her chair and looked at her with yearning in her eyes. The look someone gets when they see something that they want and they know they will own it soon. She licked her lips at that thought.

The Empress stood slowly, drawing out the moment. Letting everyone in the room know she is in charge. Her white lab coat which was bunched at her lap as she sat fell around mid thigh. Her black leather knee high boots with silver buckles had a four inch heel and made a tap tap on the stone floor.

Her few steps and she was standing at the table in the middle of the room. Her right hand rested on it. “That was very rude of you, Miss. Barging into someone’s place of business. What if I was working on something very important to my world domination and you came in distracting me and ruining my work. Then we would have a very big issue,” she paused looking at the hero. How tense this young woman was and thought she needed to be laid. Then laughed as she thought soon.

“What is so funny,” Sunsplash barked when she saw The Empress chuckling.

With a wave of her hand The Empress said,”something I know and you will find out shortly.” And she paused tapping her deep red nail to her lips. “Before we get into this,” she started with a large wave of her arm over her head, “can I get out of my work clothes?” Sunsplash looked at her confused.

The Empress started to unbutton her lab coat. “You have your uniform. It is pretty bright and not flattering your form at all. My villain outfit is not a lab coat. That is so a male mad scientist.” Slowly drawing out each and every button. At the last one she slowly removed it. She held it out to the side in her left hand and called, “Kitty Kat come hang this up.”

A woman came out from behind the curtain and rushed over to The Empress. Dress is tight, really tight leather body suit. She wore cat ears on top of her head. She removed the lab coat from her mistress hand lovingly and turned back to her place. As she turned her tail swayed. Looking closer that tail was not part of her outfit but in her butt. “I have very pretty henchwomen, but I like to accessorize them,” she said with a laugh when she saw Sunsplash gaze.

Once Kitty Kat was back behind her curtain all attention was back on the alpha woman in the room. The Empress stood there waiting. Her lab coat covered her black mini skirt that hugged all the right parts. As ones eyes traveled up you would find the black batman escort leather corset with deep red satin woven into it. The corset pumped up her already impressive bust line. Around her neck was a large red stone on a silver chain. This hung just above her cleavage. Her flaming red hair topped off her look of someone who could dominate the world.

“Ok miss, what was your name again,” The Empress questioned?

“My name is …,”she started but was cut off when The Empress rudely stated that it did not matter.

“What did you want from me,” she growled with a cold stare?

“You have my partner. I’m here to get him back,” Sunsplash stated hesitantly. Not so sure of herself now. Right where The Empress wanted her.

“I have a lot of toys. Who is your partner,” she questioned with a bored tone. She turned her back and walked to behind the table. “Who is your partner again? Red Dove? The Wanderlust? Maybe German War Machine? She makes such a good bimbo. Who would have guessed that.”

“No, no,”Sunsplash screamed in frustration. “You are messing with me. You know who my partner is. The epic Irish hero, Fionn MacCumhaill!!!”

The Empress faked shock. “Fionn Mac who? Never heard of him.”

“His battle axe is leaning against the curtain,”Sunsplash cried out. “I know you have him here.”

The Empress turned and looked at the axe on the floor. “Oh, that guy. I thought his name was Tom. I guess that is why he never answered me.” She turned back and stared at Sunsplash, waiting.

“I’m here to free him. Let me see him!”

“But who will free you miss,” The Empress said in a whisper.

“What did you say? Where is he,” she demanded?

“Ok, ok. Don’t get yourself all worked up.” Half turning, she called out, “Cottontail can you pull back the curtain.” Out popped another henchwoman dressed in the same tight red leather outfit, but this one had bunny ears on the top of her head and a cute white bunny tail plug.

She pulled back the curtain. There stood a large well built man. His muscles were covered in scars from the centuries of battles. He was chained by the wrist and had only a loincloth covering his privates. His flowing blonde hair was pulled back and tied in a warriors knot behind his head. His long blonde beard had two brands with golden rings at the end. His head hung low, unaware of what was going on.

“Fionn,” she screamed as she took a step to him.

But she was stopped by The Empress next sentence. “If you go any closer I will have my henchwomen kill him.”

“No, no,” she screamed and she stopped mid stride. Then she turned her attention to Fionn. “Fionn wake up,” she shouted at him. “Wake up. What would the old gods think if they saw you bound by someone like her. Wake up and fight.”

With that he stirred. He looked at his wrist in chains and then to Sunsplash and then to The Empress. “What is this,” he questioned? Then with one great pull he broke the chains. His eyes staring at The Empress as he picked up his axe.

The Empress’s face showed the shock she was in. How could he break the chains? She backed up around the table again and he walked forward from the place he was imprisoned. He made it to Sunsplash’s side.

“Ok now this will be finished,” he said in a booming voice. Turning he looked down at Sunsplash. “Now you will know the wonder of being a toy for our wonderful Domina.”

Sunsplash looked at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?” The terror in her eyes. She took a step back but bumped into something. She turned her head just as Kitty Kat and Cottontail grabbed her. What she did not see as Fionn broke the chains was these two sneaking around the room behind her.

He grabbed her chin in his strong hand. “The Empress wants to add you to her collection. You will be one of her loving slaves. It is an honor to serve her,” he said as he reached for the strap on his hip. He pulled a plain leather strap free and wrapped it around her neck. At this moment she saw that he was wearing the same collar. Her mind was racing.

The click of The Empress heels brought her back to reality. She slowly walked over to the group of her slaves. “Can you feel it? The tiny stings. That is the toxics entering your bloodstream from the tiny needles in the collar. In moments you will have to obey the one who collared you. You will become a slave from him,” she stated as she was standing next to them her hand running over his thick chest. “He will have power over you. He can make you do anything he wants. I see that look in your eyes. The toxic burning hot in your blood. battalgazi escort Yes, fight in. I love to see you fight it. It is so yummy.”

The Empress walked around them. Her hands working her way over Fionn’s back. Then she brushed the bare cheek of Kitty Kat and grabbed a handful of Cottontail’s large boobs. “What a wonderful group of toys I have.” She came back to Sunsplash. Looking into her eyes. “It looks like she is done fighting. Kitty Kat, Cottontail strips her naked.”

The two henchwomen start removing her superhero costume. Pulling off her jacket first. Kitty Kat then removed her shirt and Cottontail dropped to her knees and undid the boots. Each piece of clothes removed until her body was naked. Naked but the mask stayed on. As her body is exposed it reveals a large tattoo over her lovely tits and that ran down her sides over her tummy and wrapped to her up thigh. “Look at you Sunsplash. One would not have picked you for one with such a large naughty tattoo. Maybe you are not the prude I took you for. You are more a little vixen. Aren’t you? A little vixen. I think that will be your new name,” The Empress said as she took her new slave’s tits in her hands. “Vixen is a good name for you. I name all my toys. Kitty Kat and Cottontail, so cute. Guess what Fionn’s new name is?”

Even though Vixen was under Fionn’s control her mind was still hers. “Fuck you,” she growled at The Empress. “Fuck you, you will not get away with this.”

“Well first I have,” The Empress said laughing. “Second, you should not talk to your betters that way.” She turned to Fionn and said, “Sinless, my Irish destroyed put your partner in her place.”

He turned to the now naked Vixen and said,” On your knees girl. Since you can’t hold your tongue I will have to fill it with something.” Vixen tried to fight it but could not stop herself from dropping to her knees. When his loincloth dropped she gasped. For as long as they worked together she had never seen his cock. It was massive. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth open. His member then forced itself in her hole.

“You see Vixen,” she said as she stroked Vixen’s hair. “Sinless makes a perfect enforcer for me. He has fallen so low now or Fallen Erie. He will be the one to break you. To make you submit to me. Don’t you like how that sounds. Your partner is breaking you.”

Vixen could not answer as Sinless’s cock filled her mouth. By holding her head he controlled how much she took. At first she was only feeding her the fat mushroom tip. But that quickly was changed and he gave her more and more. The drool from her salvia covering his manhood and dipping down onto her perky round boobs.

Giving her more and more. Hitting her gag flex but pushing past that quickly. She has never been forced to suck a cock like this. He was face fucking her. She never thought Fionn, no Sinless would treat her like a cheap whore, but here he is face fucking her.

And she is liking it. Her hand drifted down to her pussy. She could feel how wet it was. Her makeup is running now. Then the moan escaped her lips.

The Empress standing over her as she is being used, loving every minute of it. Then when she moaned she said,”I think your cock is breaking down her walls, Sinless. I think it is time to break her completely. Bring her over to the table.”

With one quick motion he picked up Vixen over his shoulder and paced her on the table. She thought it would have been cold, but it was warm. Like it was heated. Her body relaxed into the warmth.

“Sinless, you may fuck her,” The Empress commanded. He wasted no time in pulling her body to the edge of the table and sliding his monster inside her wet aching pussy. She let out a gasp as it stretched her pussy open.

Kitty Kat and Cottontail pulled Vixen’s legs open and then started tying them up with red rope. She watched them tie loop after loop as her pussy was pounded. When the two henchwomen were done with the legs they moved up her body and tied the rope around her body. Bounding her tits tightly. The whole time Sinless was deep inside her. She felt like her body was going to explode.

The Empress stood over her. Looking down at her prey. She took Vixen’s wrist and tied them to the table. “Now you are caught so deeply in my web. There is no place for you to go. But don’t worry, it will not be his thrusting cock that will break you. You will hold onto that pleasure for a while longer. What will break you is my spirals. It will break your mind and you will love every minute of it.” With that said she rolled up a screen and bayburt escort directed it in front of Vixen’s face and then put headphones over her ears. The play button was hit and Vixen started to drop.

The spiral started spinning, drawing her eyes down into the center. The low hum coming through the headphones. Her body felt more and more relaxed. Then The Empress voice came in a low whisper. Telling her to relax and listen to her words. To drift. To fall. To obey.

The whole time Vixen was falling into her trance, Sinless slowly pumped her pussy. Giving her body more and more pleasure. Making it easier to fall. Easier to obey the words being told to her.

The Empress made her way behind and pressed her body against his back. “Do you like her tight wet pussy? You look like you are enjoying her. Be a good boy and don’t cum until I order it.”

“Yes, Domina. I will obey,” he grunted.

“That is my good boy,” she said as her arms wrapped around him. Her hands ran along his muscular chest. “Can you remember my spiral breaking you? When you were tied to this table? How much do you like falling so deep for me? The whole time your body was racked with pleasure as I slowly stroked that amazing cock of yours. Up and down. Over and over. Your cock throbbing in my hand. How you begged me to allow you to cum knowing the whole time once you did you would be my willing slave.”

His body started to shiver. Knowing each and every word was true. His hands grabbed Vixen’s rope tied legs harder as he thrusted faster into her. He needed that feeling again.

“It’s ok, Sinless. I know how much you enjoyed your time in trance for me. How much you want to feel that way again, but you have to relax for me. Slow down. You need to keep giving this little vixen the pleasure from your cock inside her. You do a good job with this task and I will put you under again soon. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Empress. I would enjoy that very much,” he whispered as his body became relaxed again.

As they talked, low whispering came from Vixen. She was at the mantra stage of the trance. Mumbling “good toys obey.” “I’m a good toy.” “I’m born to serve The Empress.” “I want to please her.” Over and over she mumbled her mantra.

Then the spiral ended and Vixen’s eyes started to focus. “How do you feel my sexy toy,” The Empress questioned her.

“I feel so relaxed, Mistress. I feel so obedient. I’m willing to serve you Domina. You bring me so much pleasure and pleasure is being obedient. The pleasure is so much, may I cum for you.”

“That is my good girl. One last thing to make sure you will always be mine. Once you cum there will be no turning back. Your mind will give in completely. You will be my toy forever. Do you still want to cum?”

“Yes, please,” she begged. “Please let me cum. Make me your toy.”

“Then cum for me my cum slave. Let your body feel the pleasure and with it your mind become mine.”

She exploded. Sinless pulled his cock out as she orgasmed. Squirting all over his chest. Her body rocked and shook. Her head twisted and turned. Then it was over.

“Wow, my sweet Vixen, your body needed that orgasm, huh? How do you feel?”

“Oh Empress, that was wonderful,” she said as she gasped for air. “Thank you for letting your toy cum.”

The Empress walked up to her head. Her hand caresses Vixen’s cheek. “That is my good toy. I like how you know your place. Now one more thing,” Empress said as she untied Vixen’s wrists. “You will remove the mask for your new master.”

Without delay Vixen raised her hands, undid the back buckle and slid her mask free. The last part of her old self, of Sunsplash, gone.

The Empress laughed in victory. “Now you will get to worship me.” She shifted Vixen up so her head overhung the table. The Empress pulled up her tight skirt up to her waist. She mounted her face. “Now you will pleasure me. Worship my pussy toy. Oh that is good. You have done this before.” The Empress braced herself by dropping her hands onto Vixen’s naked boobs.

“Yes, that is the spot.” She looks at Fallen Erie and her two henchwomen. They were just watching their Domina being worshipped. “Stop looking at me dumbly. Cottontail gets on your knees and finishes sucking Sinless’s cock. Kitty Kat, get between Vixen’s legs and lick her pussy. Yes, that will do.”

With all the moaning, Sir closed the doors to the room. “Let’s let them have their fun sweetheart.” He looked over to her and she was breathing heavily. “You liked that room, huh?”

“Oh My God, Sir. My body is shaking. That was so fucking hot,” she said. The first time she really let loose. “I do have a question. Are they really her slaves?”

“No, not really. She does put them under for the scene.” She looks at him with a questioning gaze. Hypnosis. The group of them has played together for a while, so they trust her. Let’s see what else we can find you?”

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Rita hung completely naked by her stretched arms from the overhead beam. The thatch of her pussy hair failed to cover her swollen, puffed, red cunt lips. Her thin flat tits were taut and her engorged nipples advertised their arousal with their crinkled dark fullness. Her head was back and her breathing labored through the black ball gag strapped between her teeth. She was hanging just above the floor as she twisted back and forth. She was covered with cane and whip marks. Rising red welts told of a beating with a cane. They covered her thighs back and front, ass cheeks, cunt mound, shoulders and tits with no discrimination. A red and purple, hot glow from her ass and shoulders told of a sustained flogging. Her glazed eyes and light sheen of sweat over her whole body told of her agony in sub-space. She was ready to be finished off. I was ready to release her. She just needed to pick from the methods I was about to offer her. I got ready to ask her again.

The day had started routinely enough. I was in the office working on a couple of projects when Rita called and asked if I was interested in seeing a new piece of work she had started. Given that my last two visits to her homebased art studio had ended up with us engaged in some pretty wild sex – my cock immediately twitched at her inquiry. I asked what days this week she had in mind.

“Well – like now” was her response.

I looked in my calendar just to check I really did have a “desk only” day. I did.

“I can be there in an hour” was my answer.

“See you soon”.

I drove over, wondering what Rita was working on now. Her work could be portrait or large murals. It was a pretty wide gamut. Whenever we had looked at her work – or she had looked at my phone to see pictures I was considering painting – our personal spaces had overlapped and one thing had led to another. And she did seem to like a little BDSM and watersports which I found very exciting.

I parked and knocked on the door. My cock was semi-rigid in my pants and I leaned forward slightly to keep the cloth loose and not too obvious. Rita met me in her usual sweatshirt, shorts and vest. All splattered with paint. Her tomboyish hair and smile and the usual polite businesslike handshake. Her sweatshirt was not displaying her nipples on her small breasts like they had in the past. Maybe this really was a visit to look at her latest work in progress?

She handed me a mug of freshly prepared coffee and grabbing her own said:

“This way – in the basement.”

I could assume is was a large mural on a canvas rolled out along the wall to be worked on. So I was a little surprised when we got down the basement steps to find that, though there was a canvas rolled out along the wall, it was completely blank.

“So what are you working on?” was my question.

“I’m hoping you will help me with a piece of performance art.” was Rita’s reply.

And she drew me to the other side of the basement where one would normally stand back to look at the canvas. There was an exercise mat on the floor – the interlocking foam tiled variety that you could make any size you wanted. It was about 6ft by 6ft. Above it on an attic beam was a pully block chained to the beam. To the side on the wall was a hook for tying off ropes. On a rolling cart to the side were a variety of things which she drew me over to examine. Each item had a paper label tied to it with a name and suggested use. My eyes widened in surprise. There was quite a variety and I wondered what Rita had in mind and who was going to be doing the performing.

To start with there was a multi-tailed leather flogger. Soft brown suede leather, about three foot long. The tails being about two feet and the handle one. The label read: ‘Flogger – to warm the skin and raise a nice red hue.’

Then a black riding crop. The type with a stiff bendy core, plaited along its length with leather and tapering down to a small flat pad of leather on the end. About three inches square. The label read: ‘Crop – to apply localized stings.”

Then a cruel looking thin wood cane. About four feet long – the wood was flexible and the tip had a small soft copper tip worked on it to prevent the wood splitting. The label read: ‘Cane – to raise welts, screams and pain levels.”

As Rita stood there showing me each item and describing them she started to move from foot to foot as if slightly uncomfortable. I could see her nipples beginning to rise into her sweatshirt, which was just as well as my cock was now beginning to swell quite distinctly. But I was still wondering who would be using these on who.

Rita continued across the cart. A black rubber ball gag had shining chrome mouth hooks and attached to them were black leather straps with a chrome buckle. The label read: ‘Gag – to silence or mute the screams. To muffle safe words.’ That was interesting.

Then two black steel rods. Clearly spreader bars. About six feet long. Each with a chrome ring attached to a welded lug on the center and either end also had chrome rings on lugs. They were stout and not likely bartın escort to bend under any weight. The label read: ‘Spreader Bars – to prevent legs being closed and force intimate exposure. To suspend.’

Then a pile of four cuffs. Though the outsides were stiff, thick black leather with straps and chrome buckles, the inside of the cuffs were lined with thick, soft, padded chamois leather. The cuffs could be made to overlap and so could accommodate sizes as large as a calf down to a thin wrist. The outside of the cuffs also had large chrome rings worked into the leather. The label read: ‘Cuffs – to restrain limbs.’

We were both drinking our coffee and I noticed Rita was beginning to move around a bit more on the balls of her feet. Her baggy shorts were beginning to crease like she was clenching herself a bit. Her nipples were now definitely prominent through her shirt. My cock was now very hard and trying to escape through the waistband of my boxer shorts and pants. But Rita kept picking things up and examining them and explaining what they were.

She picked up a shiny pear-shaped object with a ring on the end of it. She demonstrated. Turning the ring made the pear start to open into three distinct “petals” of shining metal. The more the ring got turned – the more open and distended the pear became. Rita gazed at it with some fascination and a slightly dreamy look in her eyes as she wound it open and then closed back down to its normal pear shape. She put it down on the cart again. The label read: ‘Pear – to insert into an orifices and wind open to inflict pain. Anus, Vagina, Mouth.’

Then a selection of pulley blocks. Stout teak wood cases with bronze pulley wheels and chromed metal strapping. The straps had eyes on them and some also had hooks on the end allowing them to be hung up. The label read: ‘Pulley Blocks – Hoisting or applying pressure.’

Then there were three coils of rope. Each a different thickness. Quarter, Half and One inch diameter. The rope was made of hairy sisal type material, rough, creamy colored and each length appeared to be in the area of two hundred feet. The labels read: ‘Rope – for restraint, binding or hoisting.’

Next to the rope was a stiletto type knife. A four inch black leather bound handle and a six-inch tool steel double edge blade. As Rita rotated it, the light glinted off the razor-sharp edges. The label read: ‘Knife – to cut rope.’

As we got to the end of the cart top – a selection of black silicone plugs and dildos. The silicone a dull lustrous black. All with flared bases. Some were shaped like simple flared plugs, some were molded to resemble real cocks with veins. Some were impossibly long – twelve and twenty inches of serpentine silicone. Some were obscenely wide pyramid shapes. The label read: ‘Plugs – for insertion, testing and fullness.’

Finally a selection of bottles containing lubes. The label read: ‘Lubes – allergen free and water based.’

As we got to the end of the cart Rita was standing very close to me. She was now squirming quite a bit below her hips and her nipples were ready to be firmly grasped and twisted. So I wondered what the performance was about.

“Now what?” I asked.

“A pain performance” said Rita. “One of us gets to administer the pain. The other receives it. The performer goes slowly so the receiver goes to subspace and cums like they never have before. Do you want to play?”

At this Rita reached down and grasped my package from underneath though my pants. Grasping for and holding my balls and squeezing firmly. My cock jerked and leaked precum. I could smell her pussy aroma rising up between us as she stood in close.

“Who performs and who receives?” I asked.

“Well, I thought we might toss a coin for it – but only after you agree to play and accept the outcome of the coin toss. If we toss the coin – you must play.” she said. She squeezed my balls some more.

I thought about it. Last time Rita and I had played she had been pretty adamant that I use her for my pleasure and that if she screamed “No” or “Stop” I was to ignore her. I was only to actually stop if she used her safe word. Which was “Acrylics” and unlikely to be said in error. I had enjoyed slapping her slim tits, crushing her nipples and slamming my cock into her. I had finished in her ass – pounding it deep, cumming and then as I softened filling it with my coffee overloaded piss. But it had been more or less on my terms. In the performance on offer – there was a chance that Rita would be performing on me and I would be the receiver of her ministrations. I would always have a safe word to fall back on – well I hoped – we had never actually tested if the other would stop if the safe word got played. And then I remembered one of the items on the table.

“What about the ball gag? It would stop you using a safe word.”

“You would signal – if you are ball gagged. Three distinct forward and backward nods of the head are the signal to stop. Shaking back and forth does not count – only front to back nods. Rita demonstrated başakşehir escort by slowly nodding three times. No restraining the head while a ball gag is in play.”

She seemed to have this figured out. I just wondered what she might do to me if she won the coin toss and got to perform on me. The thought of being lightly flogged with the soft flogger was exciting and I would love her to do it to me. The copper tipped cane – designed to ‘raise welts and pain’ – I was not so sure. Would I cave early and use my safe word? Would I curtail the performance? Would I disappoint? Would I….?

“Play or No Play?” Rita interrupted my thought and squeezed my balls again till they ached dully and my cock dribbled more pre-cum. I seemed to be able to take that and I felt a surge of energy in me. Whether I was to be sub-spaced or put Rita into subspace – I wanted to do this.

“I will play” I offered.

Rita’s eyes glinted with excitement and she danced a little more in front of me. Her nipples rubbed up and down inside her sweatshirt and she almost crossed her legs in excitement.

“What safe word will you use?” she asked.

“Let’s keep it simple, I will use ‘Acrylics’ like you.” I said.

“And no restraining of the head if the ball gag is in play – and three firm nods means stop.” she verified.

“No restraining of the head if the ball gag is in play – and three firm nods means stop.” I repeated to confirm we were completely on the same page.

Rita nodded to the shelf under the cart.

“There is a cup with a coin in it” she said.

“Before we start – I might need to go use the restroom. The coffee is beginning to perk inside me.” I said.

“No – you can either use me or I will receive you.” was Rita’s response and she nodded at the cup under the table again.

I picked the cup up. A black felt lined cup with a large silver dollar in the bottom. I started to shake the cup.

“You want to call?” I asked.

“Sure” said Rita.

I took the coin out the cup – I was trembling at what would happen if I lost the toss and Rita ‘performed’ on me. But my raging hard on told me I really wanted this. I took the coin out the cup and poised it on my thumb and finger. As I spun it into the air I said:

“Call”

“Heads” said Rita, as the coin arced upwards and over, landing dead on the foam mat between us. I looked down, the “Head” of the coin plainly showed. I had lost. I trembled. She was going to string me up, beat me, penetrate me, fuck me up good and leave me howling for mercy. Or I would cave and be a worthless jerk in her eyes. I wasn’t sure which was worse. Or better. My cock continued to twitch.

“Ohhhh…. I win!” said Rita. Then looking me squarely in the eye she said:

“I will receive – you will punish me with pain.”

I couldn’t quite believe it. Rita wished me to hurt her again. Consensually. With her permission. To subspace her and make her cum. To make her mine. I looked down on her. She was squirming in anticipation. Adoringly looking up at me. Eyes glinting. The tip of her tongue on her teeth.

“Use me” she said.

I decided I would start by getting her into a more accessible state. I told her to remove her vest and shoes and socks so she was standing there in front of me in just her sweatshirt and shorts and whatever underwear she had on. Looking down I could see a shadow forming in her crotch. Either she was leaking pee or her cunt was getting very wet at the thought of what was going to happen. I could smell her. Like a bitch in heat. Then I had an idea.

“Stand with your legs apart and your hands behind your head with fingers locked together”.

An easy first test of her obedience and willingness to obey. I reached over to the cart and picked up the knife. The one labelled ‘For cutting rope’. Her eyes widened with a little fear and her nostrils flared as I reached for the bottom of her sweatshirt and tucked the knife behind. Pointing out at me. I pressed and the pointed razor edge sliced through the thick fabric – then I held the hem of the shirt down and drew the knife upwards – slicing the whole of the front of it open. As my hand passed her breasts I could feel her thin swellings on the back of my hand. My cock twitched in pleasure. I stopped just short of the collar of the shirt – leaving a few threads still holding it together. Next, I turned the knife upwards into one of the baggy leg holes of her shorts. I sliced up, the back of my hand feeling the heat of her cunt as it passed. Again I left a few threads of the waistband in place. Then I repeated the slice on her other leg hole. She stood. Shivering. I doubted if it was cold – I hoped a little fear.

“Turn around”

She did. Then I repeated the leg hole cuts from the back. Feeling the swelling of her strawberry bottom ass cheeks with the back of my hand as I passed them. She stood with her shorts almost hanging in tatters. The wet crotch still held in place by the remains of the waistband. I could feel a lace panty thong under the shorts. batıkent escort I carefully reached in with the knife and cut the waistband of the panties on either hip. Then reaching for the ribbon between her ass cheeks I drew the thong out backwards. The triangle on the front wrinkled, folded and drew through her cunt lips from front to back. I balled the remains up to my nose and inhaled. She had not pissed yet. She was just creaming. I kicked off my shoes and unzipped and stepped out my pants. My cock was held rigidly erect by my boxers. I stepped in close to her from behind and let her feel my hard on between her ass cheeks. Then I reached around and tapped her on the lips with one hand.

“Open wide”

As she opened her mouth – I brought my other hand around and pushed her balled up, sticky thong into her mouth.

“I shall consider you gagged. I will not restrain your head. Nod three times if you want me to stop. If you understand shake your head from side to side twice.”

She slowly and distinctly shook her head back and forth two times.

“Good, now lie down on the mat on your back – keep your arms above your head like they are now”.

Rita slowly and awkwardly bent down till her knees touched the mat. Then she half rolled and fell on her side and finished on her back. The ruined shorts still covered her cunt mound. The sweatshirt fell open exposing her breasts. I picked up the soft flogger and stood by her side. I started softly – to gauge the distance and make her think I would go easy on her. I played the tips of the leather over her breasts, making her nipples crinkle and rise. She even arched slightly to meet the caresses of the suede leather. I was slow and measured.

“Count” I ordered.

“One – Two – Three – Four – Five…” she mumbled through the panties in her mouth.

A slight light pinkness warmed her tits.

“….Ten.”

And then I laid it on. Pulling the flogger slightly as it struck so that the tips of the leather tails started to sting instead of laying flat. Rita squirmed. In face she started to roll back and forth to slightly protect her tits.

“Still! On your back” I commanded “and keep counting.”

At twenty I stopped and reached for the cane. I tapped it on her nipples to judge the distance and her eyes flared. She shook her head back and forth. But she did not nod three times. I laid the cane once squarely across her tits – managing to strike both nipples as I did. Rita’s whole body clenched and she howled into the panties. It had taken just one perfect strike. There was a red welt across both her tits and her nipples were now a crinkled, fiery angry red. Rita lay – her chest heaving as she drew in deep breaths to counter the pain – but her eyes sparkled and the soaking wet crotch of her shorts betrayed her. She liked it.

I left her lying while I gathered two cuffs and a spreader bar. I cuffed her ankles and shackled them to either end of the bar. Her legs splayed obscenely. Though her shorts were shredded by my knife cuts – the crotch was still between her thighs – held by the remains of the waistband. Then I turned and assembled a block and tackle. I used the thicker stronger rope and made up a 4 part purchase. I reckoned she weighed 110lb tops so a pull on the 4:1 tackle – even allowing for inefficiencies on the wheels – meant I would only need to pull about fifty pounds. I hooked one block to the ceiling beam and the other to the spreader bar.

“Keep your hands behind your head”

I started to haul on the tackle. Rita was dragged across the mat and her legs started to rise and she bent at the waist. As the load came on I pulled harder and Rita rose into the air upside down. Her sweatshirt hung and fell around her head. Her shorts fell away, held only by the wet crotch covering her cunt. I hauled until she was high in the air. With her cunt level with my chin. Then I tied her off. My cock throbbed at the sight as she slowly rotated before me. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and my cock stuck out firmly. A drip of pre-cum oozed. Rita looked gorgeous and smelled pungent. I reached for the flogger. I laid it between her legs and as she spun, across her ass. I wanted to make her flesh a nice cherry red glow. Rita gently whimpered as I flogged her. She was slowly beginning to merge her whimper into a low wailing and her eyes were glazing over as she absorbed her pain. I reached for the knife and cut the remaining threads of her waistband – then I flogged her shorts till they fell away. Her cunt glistened wetly and her lips were gooey and parting with each stroke of the flogger. My cock drooled. I reached for the crop and showed it to her.

“Count.” I said.

Then I carefully held the crop so the pad was lined up with her clit. I slowly and carefully hit her. Each strike was slow and deliberate. I could see her clit quiver and redden and each of her counts, muffled by the panties in her mouth was a cross between the number and a sob. The pad on the crop got sticky and glistened in the light. While this was about carefully and deliberately and slowly raising Rita’s pain level as she passed into subspace, I had to maintain my control to make sure we did so safely. But I needed a little pleasure for myself for a moment. With her cunt at the height of my chin, this put her mouth at the height of my cock. I reached down and pulled the panty gag out her mouth.

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“My sexuality is not an inferior trait that needs to be chaperoned by emotionalism or morality.”–Alice Bag

CHAPTER 08

Over the next few weeks, I thought a lot about Brooke and Aaron and the Society. I texted Aaron occasionally just to say hello and to maintain contact. He would ask how things were going and answer my occasional question, though I would call or text Brooke with the more difficult and involved questions. When I would speak with Aaron, he purposefully stayed away from any topics that I didn’t bring up. He told me that he did that intentionally, as he wanted to give me the freedom to make up my own mind.

One thing I did bring up with Aaron was the phone he gave me. I told him to cancel the line. He sounded shocked and said he was sorry our relationship was ending. I laughed. He was puzzled but I told him that it was silly to have to maintain two phones. I gave him my regular phone number and told him feel free to contact me using that line. He laughed too and thanked me for giving him that trust.

I also spoke to Brooke quite frequently during that time over my regular cellphone line too. She would text or call or I would do the same every few days. We got together every weekend, but we agreed it would be better to meet in public so we wouldn’t be tempted with anything else and break any Society rules. I admit that I was conflicted with what might happen if we were in private, so that worked out for the best. We met at restaurants and talked long after we were done eating. Our friendship really blossomed. I couldn’t help but really like and admire her. Her interests were pretty wild, but she was very open about everything, at least with me. She was nice and genuine, and that’s hard to find in this day and age.

It was hard keeping all of this from my other friends and family, especially my friend Brittany. She could tell something was up, something different, and I was hiding something. I kept telling her that it all had to do with my split from Jonathan, but I’m not sure whether she bought it or not. She kept bringing it up, but I took extra care never to reveal anything to her. I figured I might have to eventually tell her, but I didn’t want to break any of the trust the Society members had given me.

When the final week rolled around, Aaron sent me something that he said I should think about. When I opened his email, I actually laughed out loud. Here was one of the things that I saw in Fifty Shades that I was most curious about: the BDSM contract. What he sent wasn’t really a contract like the one in the movie, and certainly it was not really a binding contract, not in legal sense. Aaron said in his email that this was a list of BDSM activities that I should review. If I were to commit to join the Society, I should know what all of these were, what they meant and what they involved, and what my interest were in all of these. I wasn’t required to like all of them or even any specific ones; I just needed to familiarize myself with them so if the topic should come up, I didn’t have to ask about it. It would also be something he and I would go over as one of our initial steps, so that our boundaries were clear. I emailed back thanking him and told him I would look it over.

The list was extensive. There were many things here that I expected, like spanking, whipping, restraint, handcuffs, and things like that, but there were other things too like ‘figging’ and ‘felching’ that I had never heard of and had no idea what they involved. Incidentally, ‘figging’ is when you insert ginger root into the anus or vagina for the constant burning sensation and pain effect of the ginger root in those sensitive areas. Now that’s not something you hear about every day. I looked up the other one, too, but I won’t even go into what that one is (it’s not for the faint of heart).

Since I still had a week or so before I would hear from Aaron and be allowed to commit to anything, I spent some time each day reading about these things. It’s not like I had anything else to do at home after work anyway. I shied away from the many friends and co-workers and family who wanted me to get together with them, all of them telling me it would be ‘good for me’ to go out and relax and have a few drinks. A few even wanted to set me up with a friend or a cousin or co-worker, but I politely declined. Any way you looked at it, I wasn’t ready for that, especially with Aaron on and the Society looming in my mind.

By the end of the week, I had gone through the list and sorted all the activities into things I liked and wanted to try, things I wasn’t sure I liked or not or wasn’t sure how I felt about, and things I knew I wouldn’t like. For example, I think it’s obvious that I would be interested in spanking and restraint, I didn’t know how I would feel about group sex or public display, and I know I wanted nothing to do with permanent marks like tattoos or branding.

Working on sorting my interests like this was kind of detached and clinical, balıkesir escort so it made it both harder and easier to examine these activities. This was true because, well, since you aren’t experiencing the activity, just reading about it and imagining what it might be like, you could objectively examine and evaluate it, but without actually doing it, something would be missing. It made me realize that not only did my interests sway a bit from day to day or mood to mood, but I also realized that an activity I thought I liked might actually turn out to be horrible when I experienced it, and vice versa. I’m sure Aaron realized all of this, but I’d have to make sure and discuss this with him. I thought to myself that I was now feeling like Dakota Johnson in that scene from Fifty Shades. I hope I don’t come off as being as naïve or silly as she did.

The final week seemed to take forever. I did my homework as mentioned above and even logged into that website that led me to all of this to begin with. The number of new emails had tapered off but there was still too many to read, so I cancelled my account. I decided that either I had found what I needed with Aaron and the Society, or I wouldn’t do this at all, so I no longer needed that site.

Contrary to what it might appear, I did struggle with whether I should do this at all. On the night of the event that I attended, when I was there a the manor house, I was absolutely ready to join. However, given time to really think about it, I wasn’t so sure. It was definitely wild and provocative and thrilling and absolutely enjoyable and pleasurable… at least on one hand. On the other … I was raised as a nice, conservative girl … not one that was into the fringe aspects of sex. Sex was supposed to be between one man and one woman who were in love with each other and were supposed to share that love with sensual intimacy and raise a family. The Society was almost the exact opposite. It wasn’t personal and private, it was open and wild, and most people today would call it crazy and extreme. Then there was always the fear of safety and dangerous play that could result in serious harm. I hadn’t been truly convinced yet that I was comfortable and safe.

Even reflecting on all of that, there was one thing that kept coming to mind that gave me the biggest reason for concern, that eclipsed every other one that I just mentioned: what if I liked it too much? What if it became an all-encompassing obsession that took over my life? In its own way, this type of experience is one where someone could get addicted, just like the worst narcotic. What if it took over and I couldn’t say no, to anyone or anything? What if it became all I could think about, all I wanted to do? That’s what scared me the most, as that’s how I felt when Aaron asked me to take off my underwear, or when Brooke asked me if I wanted to be spanked. I should have said no both times, but I was incapable of doing so, as my subconscious desires controlled me and removed all my inhibitions in doing those things.

I even discussed this with Brooke on the phone one afternoon. She said I was right for thinking about it like that and being concerned. However, she told me that, in simply voicing and raising my concern, that I had already had what I needed to never let it get out of control. She said that I could enjoy myself and let loose, but she saw that I already had in me the strength not to let it get the better of me. Hmmmm, I thought. I wish I saw that same strength in myself.

*****

When the thirtieth day after the Society event finally came, I still didn’t know what I was going to do. Aaron sent me a text asking me to call him when I was ready. Unlike before, when I would have jumped at the chance, I hesitated and waited. It took me a few hours, but I eventually texted him back, asking if we could get together. He responded immediately asking me when and where. I expected him to name the time and place, so I didn’t have a quick response. I waited another hour thinking about what I should choose, till it dawned on me what I should do. I invited him to dinner at my house so that we had privacy to talk for as long as we needed and he could leave anytime he wanted. I told him he could choose any day over the next week, based on his schedule, as I was available any evening. He picked the following night. I agreed.

As soon as I realized it was going to be that fast, I went into a panic. I needed to get the house arranged just right, perfectly clean, decide what to fix for dinner, make sure it was all prepared perfectly … and find the right outfit to wear! I still didn’t know what I was going to do as far as accepting or not. I had a lot to discuss with Aaron and wanted to do it in person, not via text or phone, before I made up my mind. Whether I accepted or not, though, I did want to make a good impression.

So first, I had to get the house straight, so I spent the evening doing just that. I thought about banaz escort the rest of the things I needed somewhat absent–mindedly as I cleaned and straightened up. Dinner … something light and refreshing … not too heavy or filling … so I settled on one of my favorites. It would be tilapia parmesan, paired with an arugula salad and wild rice. That shouldn’t fill us up or be too heavy of a meal. I also picked up some raspberry sorbet in case desert was needed. None of those things were too hard to fix and if I was nervous, I wouldn’t mess them up.

First thing in the morning, I went shopping for a dress. I was looking for one that was elegant and sexy, not too dressy or formal, but not too casual either. I hadn’t really specified any dress code, so as far as I knew Aaron might show up in jeans. Doubtful, though, as that wasn’t really his style. I’ve always been one to say that you really can’t be overdressed anymore, but you can definitely be under dressed.

It took a while before I found one that I thought was really perfect. It was a solid deep red, not a lot unlike the color the ladies wore in the Society. It wasn’t anything that formal though. The dress was several inches above the knee and form fitting, matching my curves and waistline nicely. I had been working out quite a bit, so I had dropped a few pounds and I had become more toned, especially in my mid-section, and this dress accented that well. What was really nice was the asymmetric top. It was completely off the arm on the left side and sleeveless. There was part of the top of the dress that doubled over, forming a band that hung down but just above and over my left breast and wrapped around my back, going under my left arm. From the front, the band rose on a small angle upward so that it went over my right breast a little higher on the right side, but rather than going under my arm and around my back like the left side, it continued across my arm and formed something like a small sleeve, then continued across my back to meet up with the other side under my left arm. There was a small strap that went over my right shoulder and held it up and in place, but the left side was strapless. There was no belt and it was fitted from my hips down my legs to several inches above the knee. Finally, there was an open triangular slit in the front, just to the inside of my right leg.

I added a white belt to add contrast and draw attention to my waistline. With this I wore a white strapless bra, white lace panties, no stockings, and white heels. I decided on a slightly dark shade of red lipstick, with a more natural tone of eyeshadow. I felt both sexy and beautiful and elegant wearing this ensemble. My outfit, though, was a bit dressy for a meeting at a home, but I just loved how it looked and fit on me, especially since I had been working out. I hoped Aaron liked it just as much.

After picking out the dress, I stopped at the grocery and grabbed what I needed for dinner. I hurried home and started getting everything ready. I was still at a loss as to what I would decide, but I was really looking forward to this evening and discussing things more with Aaron. Hopefully, he would help me make up my mind.

After getting ready and with dinner waiting in the oven, I was putting the last few touches on things when the doorbell rang. I had lost track of time, which was maybe a good thing, as otherwise I might have been a nervous wreck. As it was, the doorbell sent a shiver down my body as I realized this was it. Aaron was here. I glanced at the clock and it turned out he was early.

I looked in the mirror, making sure my hair and makeup were all in place, and I went to the door. Little did I know it, but I was in for the shock of my life when I opened the door. Aaron was not alone. With him was a three-year-old boy!

Aaron was dressed casually, but not in jeans of course. Nice dress slacks, dress shirt and loafers, but no coat or tie. He held the young boy in his arms and the boy greeted me with a smile that made me want to melt. “Elizabeth, I know this is a bit of a surprise, but let me introduce you to my son, Jacob. Jacob, this is Ms. Elizabeth. Say hello.”

Jacob didn’t say a word, but just lifted his arm and gave me the cutest little wave. I smiled back and said “Hello Jacob. Nice to meet you.” I waved at him with the same little wave he gave me. “Won’t you two come in?” Jacob was simply precious. He had blonde hair, unlike his dad, and was dressed in the cutest little pants and shirt. He wore little boots to match his outfit. I wanted to just grab him and hug him that how cute he was!

But as they came in, I thought to myself: Ok Aaron, telling me about your fiancé was one thing, but introducing me to your son? I don’t think you could have given me any bigger surprise than this!

They both came in and I invited them to sit on the sofa. As they did, Jacob stayed in Aaron’s arms, clear that he was shy and very attached to his father. He bandırma escort put his head on Aaron’s shoulder as he sat down. Aaron spoke up, “Elizabeth, I’m sorry to spring this on you at the last minute. Jacob was supposed to be with his nanny, but his nanny took ill and the only one I could find to sit for him tonight was my sister. She won’t be home for another twenty or thirty minutes. We were supposed to meet nearby, and I was going to drop Jacob off with her, but she got delayed. She is supposed to text when she is near and I’ll go drop him off with her. I hope that’s okay?” Aaron looked actually embarrassed.

I spoke up. “Absolutely no problem at all. Would you like Jacob to join us for dinner? I made tilapia parmesan if he likes that. I made more than enough for all of us, and that way, your sister doesn’t have to rush.”

Aaron turned to Jacob. “Would you like that? Want to stay and eat before Aunt Susie comes?” Jacob picked up his head and nodded. He looked hungry.

“Great!” I said, standing up. “Let me go get everything ready. You guys relax here, I won’t be but a minute.” I went to the kitchen and pulled everything from the oven where it was warming. I set another place at the table for Jacob. I have an antique table from my grandparents that is really thin in width and cozy for groups. I originally had Aaron on the end with me next to him, so it was easy to add another place for Jacob next to Aaron and across from me.

I escorted the guys into the dining room and had them sit. I returned and served everyone then sat down myself. By that time, Jacob had warmed up to me a bit and wasn’t as shy. He told me “thank you” for dinner and even laster asked for more “chicken” as he called it. He was so perfectly behaved and polite it was unreal. Dinner certainly didn’t go as I planned, as I expected Aaron and I to be deep in conversation by now. It was a nice and relaxing dinner instead, talking about Jacob and his ‘Nanny Becca,’ ‘Aunt Susie’ and ‘Uncle Ted’ and his cousin Brian who he was excited to go visit. What’s more, it gave me a look at a different side of Aaron, one that was much more normal. This was a side of him that I hadn’t seen yet, his personal life, one I’m sure he didn’t want to reveal to me, but the circumstances changed that. One thing that made me think, though, was: where was his fiancé? Why didn’t she take care of Jacob? What’s the story there? I had no idea.

In any event, by the end of dinner, we could hardly keep Jacob quiet. He had me laughing with the things he kept coming up with. Jacob unwittingly embarrassed Aaron with a few things he said, but he was so sweet and innocent you couldn’t fault him for it at all. I couldn’t have imagined dinner to have gone any better. No sooner had we finished than Aaron got a text from ‘Aunt Susie’ letting him know she was near.

“Alright Jacob, time to go meet Aunt Susie. Ready?” Aaron asked him.

“Can Aunt Susie come here? Can she bring Brian to come play?” Jacob asked.

“No, buddy, we have to go bring you to Aunt Susie. She doesn’t know where Ms. Elizabeth lives.”

“You can tell her daddy,” Jacob said very matter of factly.

“I know buddy, but let us just go so Aunt Susie won’t get lost.” Aaron stood and helped Jacob down, taking his hand as they started making their way to the door. Aaron turned to me, “This won’t take more than a few minutes. I told Susan where to meet us close by. I didn’t want to intrude on you.”

“It would have been fine,” I told Aaron, “but I understand. I’ll be waiting.”

“Can you say thank you and bye, Jacob?” Aaron asked.

Jacob turned to me and raised his little arms. I knelt down and he gave me the sweetest little hug as he said “Thank you Miss… Miss …,” then turned to Aaron and whispering a bit too loudly, as children do, “Daddy, what’s her name again?” It was so darn cute I almost lost it right there.

“Elizabeth,” I told him, barely able to contain my laugh.

“Thank you for the chicken, Elizabeth,” Jacob said.

Aaron quickly corrected him. “It’s MISS Elizabeth, Jacob.”

“No daddy,” Jacob responded matter of factly, “she said her name was Elizabeth, not Miss Elizabeth, so I called her Elizabeth, just like she said.”

We both smiled at Jacob’s response, as cute as it was, so I told him, “Jacob, Elizabeth is perfectly fine, you call me whatever you want. Have fun playing with Brian. It was really sweet meeting you!”

“Bye Elizabeth,” Jacob said, waving with his little hand, as Aaron shuffled him out the door.

I went back and cleaned up after dinner, getting things together as Aaron went to drop off Jacob. The dichotomy was not lost on me. On one hand, here was a man who was into dominating women, had a fiancé, and had wild, deviant sex with what I could only imagine was a multitude of women. Yet on the other hand, he was also a father, tender and caring, and obviously very devoted to his son. I wondered what happened to Jacob’s mother? Was she still in the picture? It didn’t sound like his fiancé was Jacob’s mother, as Aaron or Jacob would have mentioned that.

It didn’t take long for Aaron to come back and I heard his car drive up not long after I had cleaned up after dinner. I met him at the door and let him in. He came in apologizing repeatedly.

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After their lunch Lawrence had a task for Arnold. They needed groceries; shopping was Faith’s job and she would go to the store, but under his son’s direction.

They debated whether she should go naked. Arnold thought so but his father declined; he wanted to introduce her more slowly. There would be enough for the employees to digest on the first visit, he did not want to shock them. Once they became comfortable with her new status then perhaps…

Besides, that shift was pretty revealing. The boy could make her leave the top two buttons open; and lift the hem whenever he wanted to show her off.

Arnold liked the idea and they reached agreement.

Lawrence demonstrated how to put the ball in her mouth and fasten the straps around her head. Her stepson (she still thought of him that way) led her to the front closet where she put on her skimpy shift and he leashed her.

He had made out the shopping list; he handed it to her and she held it in one hand. He pointed to a pocket in the shift. Of course, why had she not noticed that before? She tucked it away and Lawrence opened the door as she left with Arnold guiding her.

She recalled when she was first married, what a silly name she thought “Arnold” was for the child. Now he had used her rear (she still felt it), would be in all her openings before long, and held her leash.

She was a regular customer at the store; everyone knew her. She tried to preserve whatever dignity she could, and to pretend nothing was different except for being half-naked on a leash and gagged. Arnold followed her as she selected items and put them in her basket.

She was nearly to the end of her list when they ran into a middle-aged gentleman.

Mr. Waller was a friend of the family. On his occasional visits he always viewed Faith as if appraising her. That used to make her nervous; but she was comfortable with it now, even happy to be sized up.

If he felt any surprise he did not show it but greeted Arnold and asked if Faith belonged to him.

The boy said no, she was his father’s property.

Had he used her?

Only her rear, that was good; so tight. And Dad was going to let him have her mouth this afternoon.

The man inspected it closely. He ran a finger around her lips and to the back of her jaw, gauging the distance; yes, once she learns how she should do very well for all but the longest men. And there were a few tricks she could use to accommodate them.

The boy had not visited her womb yet? No, she had only been a slave for a little bahçeşehir escort over a day. But he looked forward to it, and to comparing the entrances.

They discussed the best ways to employ each of them. Arnold was fascinated by the possibilities the older man described to him; he could not take notes here, but he would speak with his father about inviting Mr. Waller to their house.

Faith reddened on hearing her most intimate places inventoried like merchandise. Her efforts to maintain her dignity collapsed. Mr. Waller opened her shift, said “Show you something” and began to stroke each of her breasts.

She burst into tears, moaned through her nose (a strange sound, the men smiled at it) and came in front of them, mortified to be so easy.

She would be popular at the auction, said the gentleman.

Arnold told her to button up her shift; and to put her legs together, she was dripping. She obeyed mutely, scarcely conscious of where she was.

Her stepson thanked Mr. Waller, promised to contact him later, and proceeded with Faith to the checkout counter. She took tiny little steps hoping she did not leave tracks. The checkout clerk proceeded straight to business; the woman’s thoughts were unreadable and her face maintained a stony impassivity until they left.

She had mostly dried off except for a little stickiness between her thighs when they reached the house. Arnold told his father about Mr. Waller’s feat and hoped he could come over to show it to them; Lawrence was as enthusiastic to learn as his son.

In their absence he had cleared a spare bedroom of furniture and she could spend her nights there, safely locked in until wanted. Yes, with her hands bound, of course. He told his son to put a litter box in it; she blessed him for this.

Arnold reminded his father of his promise about her mouth. Lawrence agreed; it was time. He fastened her bracelets behind her and told her to kneel.

This was exciting. Her parents never told her about this, she did not even know it was possible. She was at a loss; what did they expect of her?

Not a problem; Lawrence recognized her inexperience and coached her through her first time. Drawing out his member, he instructed her to take it up little by little; first the tip, then gradually all the way to the hilt, being careful not to gag on it.

She picked up the end with her lips and kissed it gently before enclosing it; already she felt it rising and swelling. Then a little deeper, more, bakırköy escort caressing its length with her tongue, until it was in.

She squeezed the base with the O of her mouth. Somehow her duties became clear; perhaps it was not so difficult after all. She moved her head slowly back and forth as it grew, her whole being focused on serving the creature inside her, making it happy.

Soon it was long and hard. She had to guard against gagging and remembered her master’s warning.

Some instinct told her a minute later that he was ready; no more playing around, it was time. She quickened her pace and used her tongue, and he exploded in her with spasms that seemed to last forever.

Finally they died down. He invited Arnold to take a turn.

This was a world of difference. Due to his youth, or from witnessing the earlier scene, Arnold was huge and rigid from the start. Her task was to slow him down.

She took him gently inside – no advance kissing – and massaged him with the lightest touch she could manage. It seemed to work, he rose in her, and this little dance continued until he told her “Now.”

She closed her mouth on it and held him tight as he burst, faster and more violent than his father.

He withdrew and said “Good girl.” She might have expected that from Lawrence, but he was growing into his role as her second master. Alone that night on the floor of her empty room, she could scarcely believe her good fortune.

* * * * * * * *

One day Mr. Waller came over for lunch. Faith trembled a little at the memory of her encounter with him at the store, but she prepared and served the three men their meal without dropping anything. She enjoyed the sensation of her breasts swaying as she leaned over the table.

They finished their coffee and he thanked his hosts for their hospitality.

Lawrence and Arnold were curious to know where he acquired his unique skills, but he would say no more than “from abroad”. It was widely rumored that he had been an intelligence agent in the Mideast and central Asia.

He smiled and said “Come outside. Bring the girl.”

Arnold bound Faith and the four went into the back yard. Mr. Waller spotted a patch of recently dug ground and told Faith to stand on it facing him. Puzzled, she obeyed.

He began to stroke her breasts and speak to her, soothing gentle sounds more than words. She relaxed; she was safe, she could trust him, he would not harm her. He reached a hand beneath her belly…

She balgat escort woke lying on the soft earth with the three men looking down at her. Her heart was pounding, her womb throbbed and her hips thrust themselves with rhythmic motion.

She saw the face of Mr. Waller; her lord, her god. She wanted to be his for the rest of her life, to devote herself to his service.

The men were speaking. Lawrence and Arnold wanted to learn that exercise. Mr. Waller cautioned against its too frequent use; it put a strain on their systems, not all girls were able to bear it.

This one looked like she could though, and she needed to be returned to her owner.

He told her to stand; she obeyed at once, though it was a struggle on her weakened limbs.

He instructed Arnold to stand behind her and hold her up this time. The boy brushed dirt off her buttocks and the back of her head before placing his arms under hers. She understood why they put her here for the exercise.

Lawrence approached, and under Mr. Waller’s guidance soon had her in the same condition as before; she felt a passion for her owner she had never experienced during their marriage, and her love for Mr. Waller faded into memory.

Arnold lowered her to the ground and she lay on her back as they stood over her.

The men discussed her training. First, walk her out around town on her leash; accustom her to being seen in public.

And the exercise would be good for her. She needed to slim down a little to improve her market value. Unless they intended to fatten her up and sell her for parts? No, for service was best; she had the makings of a pretty good whore.

After that they could begin the whippings; privately here in the yard until she was broken to it, then invite friends and neighbors over to watch and use her. If all went well they could sell her at the autumn lady-market.

The walks began the next day. Her owners led her out and she trotted happily before them, glad to be outside and to let the world see what she was.

She wore her little shift. At first they made her button it; a shame really, but they were wise to ease her into this and soon they let her leave it open for the breezes to catch and play peek-a-boo with her breasts and belly.

Friends greeted them as they walked. One morning they approached a group of women she knew from Arnold’s school. Faith was embarrassed for a moment, but she reminded herself she had chosen this new life; she was proud to be a slave now.

They examined her, and since she was forbidden to speak chatted with Lawrence. How long had she been his possession, was he training her himself, did he plan to sell her. He answered all their questions and invited them to the lady-market in the fall.

At other times Arnold took her back to the store and hitched her to a grocery cart, controlling her with the leash.

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