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The dusky evening sun slowly descended over the city, casting a warm embrace over the honeymoon suite. In the grandeur of their sanctuary, Ava and Ole found themselves after an intense wedding day. It was a small wedding with their families and friends. It was the perfect day with an early end to have the evening and especially their wedding night to themselves.

Ava, with her long, cascading locks of chestnut hair and oceanic pools of sapphire blue eyes, exuded the essence of femininity. Her lithe form with her full breasts was still adorned in her simple but elegant wedding dress, draping her like a second skin; a tasteful teaser that left much to the imagination. The 30-year-old gazed at her newlywed husband. Ole, 32 years old, muscular built, blond hair, sunny-boy looks with a great smile.

“I want us to explore something deeper,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Ava took a step closer towards him, her voice hushed yet commanding. “It’s time we take our relationship to another level since we are married now.”

Ole stared at her, the muscles in his strong jaw clenching slightly. His eyes flicked down towards the crimson red carpet beneath them before meeting Ava’s steady gaze once again. “What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.

“I want a more intense female-led relationship with formal rules and corporal punishment, not just for fun, but as a part of our everyday life. I don’t want to merely experiment with power dynamics, I want us to fully commit to our roles,” Ava explained calmly but firmly. “The only way I can see that happening is if you agree to submit to me completely.”

Ole furrowed his brow, a frown creasing his forehead. In their relationship of three years Ava had always been the decision maker. She told him what to do and he did it. It just felt natural to both. Ava said she prefers only receiving oral sex and not giving since she felt his cock in her mouth degrading, and he simply agreed. He liked her sucking his dick, but her word always was final. She told him to prepare dinner more often and what to cook, and he joined online cooking classes to become a better chef. She told him when she preferred him to stay home with her and he cancelled an evening with his friends. She told him to clean the house and do the laundry while she went out with her friends, and he made sure the house was sparkling and waited for her when she came home at 3am. That night she gave him a deep kiss and thanked him for being such a good and obedient boyfriend. That was the first time she used that word. It made him somehow proud. She became more and more demanding, and he loved her and wanted to make her happy. She loved massages and especially foot massages while being on the phone with her girlfriends. She was usually lounging on the couch while he was kneeling and massaging her feet. One day he felt like kissing her feet and so he did. Ava looked at him and gave him an approving smile. From then on, he regularly kissed her feet. About two years back, she was on the phone with her best friend Anna, and she just causally signaled him with her left hand to eat her pussy. He first thought it was strange, but from then on it became a routine with him going down on her while she was on the phone or reading. He knew to build her up slowly and quietly and when he should go faster. Sometimes she squeezed her thighs tightly on his ears when she wanted to have a private conversation.

“Are you sure about this, Ava?” he asked, his voice betraying the unease that rippled through him. He glanced out the window, his gaze tracing the outline of the cityscape that shimmered beneath the hazy twilight. “I love you, Ava,” he said softly, “but I’m afraid I’m not ready for such a drastic change. What we have now feels right. Don’t you think?”

Ava cocked her head to one side, studying his face carefully. “You know how stubborn I am,” she murmured, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. “I’ve never been able to settle for anything less than what I truly desire.” Her tone was firm, almost challenging. “We already started this lifestyle and now we should take it further. I won’t settle for anything less,” Ava asserted, her voice vibrating with determination. “This isn’t about breaking what we have but enriching it further. It’s about opening up a whole new world of possibilities between us.”

She was stubborn, that was true. She did not give up: not in her private, professional or sport life. She got her toned body from her years of kickboxing. But also, when she settled her mind on learning data science, she got her degree in an after-work course after only two years. Even though she was already a trained psychologist and just started working in a renown practice. But what Ole loved most, was her tenderness. Even when they had their conflicts and her stern look and voice could be quite scary, she was always warm and forgiving afterwards.

Ole was a professor for human resource management at the local college and liked to run and work-out. He was a great guy and they both would never rate themselves in a point anamur escort system, but outsiders would say he was very lucky to have gotten such an amazing girlfriend and now wife. Ava loved Ole’s caring character and his humour. He was a good-looking, loyal guy who naturally put her and everything she wanted first. If she got a job in another country tomorrow, he would have followed her and settle for any job just to be with her. He loved her from the bottom of his heart. She loved him deeply too, but she was the more independent one.

Ole sighed heavily, a troubled expression clouding his features. “But, Ava, I don’t think I–“

Ava cut in, placing her delicate fingers upon his lips to silence him. “Just trust and obey me as you already do!” with her soft, mesmerizing voice that had a hint of authority. Her eyes held a glint of mischief, a spark that burned brighter as she awaited his response.

Ole exhaled deeply, feeling his heart pound against his ribcage like a hammer on anvils. He knew Ava was relentless when she desired something, and he couldn’t help but admire her determination. If he were honest with himself, he knew that he too wanted to feel the thrill of deeper surrender, the intoxicating rush of complete submission.

Ava pulled Ole close, pressing herself against him. Their bodies melded together seamlessly, creating a heat that seemed to intensify with each breath they shared. “So, tell me, my dear,” she continued, running her fingers along his toned arm, and admiring the muscle that lay beneath the fabric of his shirt, “what exactly do you imagine our new arrangement might entail?”

Ole hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the fantasies and thoughts that bubbled within him. He swallowed hard, licking his dry lips in anticipation. “Well, it’s kinda like… I guess I picture you being in charge, and I follow you. You command and I obey?”

“That would be nothing new. What do you think will be different?”

“Well… you probably will be more demanding and stricter. You never punished me before… but that would probably change. Will it?”

Ava arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes and without answering his question, she countered “And how does this make you feel?”

Ole blushed, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “Uh, I suppose it feels scary and comforting at the same time,” he stammered, swallowing thickly.”

Ava smirked, her hand sliding under his shirt and caressing his bare chest. “I want you to feel the bliss of submitting to me wholly, without reservation.” Ava’s voice was low and seductive, her tone filled with promise. Her hands moved across Ole’s body, exploring the contours of his muscular frame.

“Strip for me,” she whispered. “Show me how much you crave my command.”

Ole hesitated, his palms sweating as he undid the buckle of his belt. He knew that this was more than just a sex game but a commitment. With trembling hands, he slid the leather strap through the loops of his trousers, releasing them. They fell to the floor with a soft thud. He quickly took off his shirt, socks and shoes leaving him standing in nothing but his boxer briefs. He was somehow embarrassed, and his cheeks flushed red, but the fire in his veins grew hotter as he met Ava’s commanding gaze.

“Why do you stop there?” her voice dripping with sensuality. “Remove everything for me. I want you to be naked.”

Ole shivered, his pulse quickening with anticipation. With a single motion, he peeled off his briefs, his erection springing free.

He stood naked before Ava, his cock erect and throbbing with lust. His breathing grew ragged, his heart pounding strongly.

Ava appraised him, her eyes drinking in the sight of his obedience. “Yes,” she murmured, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. “You look perfect. Now, kneel.”

Ole hesitated, his throat suddenly parched.

“Kiss my feet, show me your devotion.” her tone firm yet enticing.

Ole looked at her, his eyes widened. He could sense the power she wielded over him, and the intoxicating pull of her dominance. Swallowing hard, he knelt before her, his knees cracking slightly on the carpet.

With a shaking hand, he reached out towards her foot, his fingers barely grazing the satin stocking that covered her slender ankle.

Ava smiled, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eye. “Submission, my love, is not only about ownership. It’s about offering yourself wholly to me. To relinquish control completely. To allow me to guide you, shape you, mold you into the man partner I envision. It’s the ultimate act of trust, and I believe that our bond deserves that kind of trust.”

Ole looked downcast, his shoulders drooping slightly. She was always good with words.

“I know,” he whispered, “and I want it, too. But… I’m scared. What if I fail to meet your expectations? Will you leave me?”

Ava shook her head, her eyes burning with intensity. “We’re meant to be together, and I will not abandon you. I will guide you and you will submit. bahçelievler escort You are submissive and crave more of it. I know it and can feel it.”

Ole let out a heavy sigh, relief washing over him.

“I’m sorry, Ava. I didn’t realize how important this was to you.” He paused; his eyes locked on hers. “I promise to submit to you. I’ll try my hardest to meet your expectations.”

Ava smiled, a wave of warmth crashing over her. “That’s the answer I expected of you, my love. Taking a steadying breath, she gathered her thoughts and continued with a firm, almost business-like voice “To start things off, I need you to hand me your belt and bend over the couch! Place your hands on the cushion to support yourself. This first belting of our marriage and your voluntary submission will set the tone. I will be soft and tender with you afterwards but expect absolute cooperation from your side! Do you understand me?”

Ole nodded, his eyes locked onto Ava’s face.

“Do not just nod!” Ava said sternly.

“Yes, Mistress! Yes, My Queen! I submit to you! Please lead me down this path! Please punish me!” The atmosphere was just too much for Ole and the words just came out in a natural ecstatic flow. It touched his core and even though he feared the belting, he just felt it to be right to submit to Ava completely.

“That, I actually like a lot. Call me Queen or Mistress when we are alone together!”

“Yes, My Queen!”

Ole still kneeling, handed her the belt. Then he got up in silence and lay over the couch. Ava drunk in the whole scenery of her handsome and emotionally beautiful husband handing her all the power and submitting to her. She would physically subdue him before caressing him and giving him the emotional warmth, he craved so much. Actually, he craved both: her dominance and her warmth. At that moment she was incredibly turned on by her own power.

She touched his butt in the other hand holding the dangling belt.

“Ole, this will hurt a lot! You can cry and you can scream but do not obstruct at any point the belting! Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Ole almost whispered. “I understand!”

Satisfied, Ava stepped back, admiring the sight of her husband bending over the couch, waiting for her to strike him. She grabbed the belt firmly, feeling the cold metal buckle dig into her palm. She inhaled deeply, savouring the anticipation building inside her.

As soon as she lifted the belt high, the room filled with a deafening silence.

Ava’s grip tightened around the leather strap. She swung the belt downward, aiming for Ole’s but cheeks. The belt connected with his flesh with a sharp crack. A yelp escaped his lips. Ava raised the belt and brought it down again. Suddenly she felt a rush of adrenaline shooting through her body. Each blow struck harder than the last, leaving Ole’s flesh stinging and reddening. The impact echoed through the room, resonating with a cruel rhythm.

“Please, Ava,” he gasped after several strikes, “I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll obey you!”

Ava’s eyes narrowed, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. “Oh, I intend to keep going,” she purred, raising the belt once more.

Each strike was deliberate, precise, and punishing – each strike designed to accept his new place, to tame him, to claim him as her own. “You’re mine now!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he pleaded, his voice strained and hoarse. “I’m yours!”

“Good boy,” she cooed, pausing her assault. “But we are not even close to the finish!”

“It hurts so much, but whatever you deem necessary!” Ole whimpered, his voice quivering as each subsequent strike landed on his already tenderized bottom.

Ava grinned, her teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Oh, baby,” she crooned, raising the belt higher “also, I think you need my authority and punishment!”

Ole knew it was true and even though the pain was strong he knew he wanted to take it for her, for their relationship and future. He wanted her to rule him, he wanted to submit to her. “Yes Ava, I need it! I want it! I want to submit to your authority! I love you! Please punish me as much as you think is necessary!” His submissive emotions just over washed him now and everything became a blur or bliss and pain.

Ava smiled to herself and continued the belting till Ole started to beg her under tears to stop.

“You can thank me now!” Ava said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Ole dropped from the couch onto the floor and lowered his head till his lips touched Ava’s feet and showered them with kisses. Under tears and his voice hoarse and weak, he manged to utter: “Thank you, Mistress! Thank you, my love, for surfacing my true self! Thank you for allowing me to being me! Thank you for loving my submissiveness and bringing it out! Thank you for your punishment and guidance! I love you! I want to submit to you completely!”

Ava, the magnificent beauty was standing all powerful dressed in her white, form fitting wedding dress, breathing a bit heavy ankara escort from the intense belting she just delivered to her newlywed husband. Ole, handsome and muscular but naked and utterly beaten at her feet in tears and begging her to be allowed to submit to her. The belt, dangling at Ava’s side like a powerful sceptre. She knew that she uncovered his true submissive self completely and from now on they would only go deeper into their female led and controlled relationship. It was what they both craved and needed.

“Sweety,” she cooed, her voice soothing and gentle. “You did wonderfully”, caressing his head with her left foot. “I love you for exactly what you are. No need to hide anything from me!”

“Ava, may I get up and hug you?”

“Yes, you may!” She even led it slide that he forgot her title.

He got to his knees and hugged her legs, his face resting in her beautiful lap. The smell of her pussy was overwhelming. Ole was horny and in the deepest subspace. He wanted nothing more than to eat Ava’s beautiful pussy and show her his devotion. She felt the same and lifted her dress and pressed his head hard against her pussy. He started to caress her pussy with his tongue like he had done so many times before, but this time was different. The dynamic had changed. They were married now, and he had just submitted to her completely.

She remained standing while he ate her pussy kneeling in front of her. He kissed, licked, and sucked her so intensely like never before. Her hands grabbed his head hard and pressed him harder and harder into her pussy.

Finally, her knees buckled, and she came so hard like never before. She released his head and slowly lay down on the floor. Ole did not want to stop, could not stop to eat her. Ava was lying on her back and now with only light kisses and licks, he continued to pleasure her. She was still in her orgasmic bliss and enjoyed his continuous teasing. She just relaxed, her hands resting on the back of his head while he continued to build her up again slowly without missing a beat.

His lips and tongue worked tirelessly on her pussy, moving between kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her labia. Ava moaned louder and louder, her hips arching off the ground. Her body responded instinctively to his touch, soaking in the pleasure that he provided. She guided his head in the ways she liked most. Finally, another earth-shattering orgasms went through her whole body! She pushed him away and he was so deep in subspace that he did not dare to move.

Eventually Ava got up and went to the big bed. He did not dare to get up and just followed her on his knees.

“Do you think I should let you come?” she asked him while sitting on the bed and Ole at her feet.

A bit unsure what the right answer was, he stammered “Yes… I guess?!”

“You guess? You either think you should or should not come. What is it?”

“Yes. Please let me come, My Queen!”

“Beg!”

“Ava, please, please, let me come! I need it. I really, really need it. I will do anything!”

“Anything?” she asked mockingly.

“Yes, My Queen”

“From now on you will only come or pleasure yourself with my explicit permission. It will solely be at my discretion if and how you come. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes, My Queen! I will never touch myself without your permission.”

“Yes, and you will from now on never ask if you are allowed to come. I will tell you if I think you deserve to come. Don’t talk about your sexual needs. All your sexual energy should be solely focused on your wife’s pleasure, my pleasure and you should never expect anything in return. Do you understand?”

“Yes, My Queen!”

“It is our wedding night and I feel generous. I think I should let you come. But from now on you will eat your cum when you come. It is important for you to understand that every pleasure for you comes with a price. Do you understand?” Ava demanded, her voice ringing with authority.

Ole was taken aback by her demand to eat his cum but his lust was too strong. “Yes, My Queen,” he muttered, his voice trembling.

Ava chuckled darkly, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Very well then, sweety.” She patted the spot beside her on the bed, gesturing for Ole to join her.

He scrambled up quickly, his movements awkward and jerky, fuelled by the raw lust that coursed through his veins.

The moment he climbed onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around Ava, pulling her tightly against him. She smelled intoxicating, her skin smooth and inviting beneath his fingertips. Ava laughed softly; her breath warm against his neck. Ole nuzzled into the curve of her neck, inhaling the aroma of her skin, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive spot below her ear. She moaned lightly.

She grabbed his throbbing shaft and started to massage it. He dropped his upper body back on the bed and just enjoyed her exquisite touch. She grabbed his dick harder and harder and went faster and faster.

She released her grip and planted herself on top of his throbbing dick. She put her hands on his throat and rode him slowly. Ole moved her hips and they got into a beautiful rhythm of fuck-choking. She rode him and while he moved her hips, she controlled his whole body by varying her choking strength. She could simply not let go of controlling him. She was in such a rush.

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Annie takes over Pt. 02

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After Annie left that day things went back to normal for the most part. Colin and Cassie saw each other in school and in passing. Annie stayed in her dark place. I just filed the events of that day away as a strange dream that would be replayed in the shower or late at night when I needed a quick fix. Other than that my days went back to being vanilla.

That was up until a week before Christmas. Colin asked what he should get the girls. He wanted to get Cassie a promise ring. His issue was with Annie. I told him, ” I would think about it and get back to him”.

At that moment I wanted to keep Annie as the farthest thing from my mind. Tired of being lonely and being pushed by my friends and coworkers, I had just set up an online dating profile. I was more concerned with swiping left and right than to worry about Miss Annie’s gift.

I got wrapped up in a few vanilla conversations on this app when a new person who liked me and a conversation icon lit up. I opened the new conversation and there staring at me was that familiar dark, pale, nerdy, dominant familiar face. Her message read “nice profile too bad it isn’t the true inner you. Don’t make for this Friday as we will be spending the day together. I hope you will like your Christmas gift as much as I do.”

I was instantly aroused but also scared. What did she have planned and what gift? I responded with a simple, ” Yes Miss Annie”.

The rest of the week was a blur. Colin bought Cassie her promise ring and we decided to get Annie a ps5 game and a gift card for online play. He took the presents with him to school on Friday and I was left to my thoughts when a message came on my phone from that dating site. “By now you should be all alone. I hope you are ready for me to bring your present.”

Not five minutes later there was a knock at my door and there she was standing with a wrapped gift in hand. Annie was wearing a long black dress past her knees, and black converse all stars. I politely opened the door and greeted her. She pushed past me and took a seat on the couch and feet up on my table. She snapped her fingers and pointed to her shoes. I knew the drill and hit all fours crawling to her. Annie said “Good boy, Bradley. At least today we have all day and won’t be distracted by my sister and your loser boy.”

I reached her shoes and asked, “may I remove your shoes Ma’am”.

She nodded and I removed her shoes and breathed in a deep breath. She smiled, rubbing her bare feet all around my face and on my tongue as I opened my mouth. Annie seemed to approve saying, “my my my you are such a fast learner. So eager to please me. I think you might be falling for me.”

I knew better than akhisar escort to speak as I kissed, licked and sucked on her amazing feet. She grabbed my phone off the table and started reading the conversations I had with other women on the dating app. Laughing, she said, ” these conversations are so funny and boring. How do you expect to get anywhere with this boring drab. Let me help you out.”

I sat there in a trance licking between each toe as I saw the flash go off and heard messages coming in. She spread her legs and I saw those plain granny panties and the wet spot forming. She commanded that I remove them and start licking softly. I obeyed right away as more pictures were taken. More messages came in followed by more evil laughter. Miss Annie was squirming from my oral skills. The more messages that came in,the harder I got, the deeper I buried my tongue in her hairy teen pussy.

This went on for at least fifteen minutes when she finally spoke. She said, “It seems to me Kristen and Amanda are no longer interested in any more texts but Jordan said she loves guys paying to suck her toes.”

Her taking control over my conversations made me eat her pussy as hard as I could to make her squirt on my face. As she did she slapped me making her orgasm more intense. Annie asked, “Do you not realize who is in charge? What makes you think I was ready to cover your face with my juices?”

She ordered me to get dressed and get my keys. I went to question her but thought better of it. She used her panties to wipe my face and waited for me to open the door for her and start the car. I asked, ” May I ask where we are going ma’am.”

She explained that we are going to go to the mall for something. We drove most of the way in silence. As we got close to the mall I felt her hand rubbing my dick. As she rubbed faster I knew I was in trouble. She started talking in this sweet innocent voice saying, “You are about to learn a valuable lesson and might be the luckiest man alive by the end of today.”

I was so hard as she stroked harder and faster. As she got me right on edge I started begging, “Please Miss Annie you are driving me crazy please don’t!!! Stop Please.”

I saw the mall in sight and thought it was my salvation but I was dead wrong. She laughed and said, ” as you wish I won’t stop and you will cum NOW!”

A big hot load shot out of me and I watched as a wet spot formed on my khakis. I didn’t know what to do to conceal it as we entered the mall. I followed behind Annie as I did not know where we were headed. She walked to the first jewelry store we saw and went straight to the engagement rings. As the sales aksaray escort person approached us Annie started to play Miss innocent. She turned to the sales woman and said, “Hi, my daddy is proposing to a special woman today and he needs a nice ring in a size 5. Do you have anything that might work?”

The sales woman showed Annie a few rings and one she really seemed to like. I truly did not know where she was going with this. But I learned soon enough about her game. She picked out a few and tried them on and said, ” Daddy, picking out the Christmas gift excite you that much that you made a spot in your pants.”

I was mortified there I was hard again and her pointing out my cum soaked spot to a sales woman in the middle of the mall. She laughed, gave the ring back and off we went to the next store. At the second store she found the engagement ring and made sure to point out that it was the perfect one. I got the price and she said that we will be right back. She led me to the family restroom and had me go in with her. She ordered me to my knees and kneel as she peed. As she sat there she said, “Bradley you are the perfect man for what I plan to do. You have been a good sport and a perfect submissive. Here is your chance to prove yourself as my slave. First I want you to lick me clean which will make me squirt again I am sure and then I want that ring as my Christmas present from you. Do these two things and you will be greatly rewarded. “

I buried my face in her pussy and licked her to a quick orgasm like she said and was proud to be wearing her juice on my face again for the second time that day. I headed back to the jewelry store and she changed it to a size smaller which again I did not understand but blindly obeyed. After buying the ring we headed back to my house. Annie entered the house and grabbed the present she brought earlier and headed straight to the bedroom and undressed. She laid on her stomach naked and ordered me to eat her ass. I buried my face in her ass and listened to her moans of pleasure.

As I did this I wondered what my present was. She stopped my ass eating and rolled over and kissed me passionately. She asked if I was ready for our future. This really confused me. She said, “You did buy an expensive engagement ring for me did you not? I am waiting.”

I realized what she wanted and quickly fell to my knee. I said, “Mistress Annie I know I am just a lowly slave but I would be honored if I could spend the rest of my life serving and obeying your every command for as long as you will let me.”

With that I opened the ring box and presented her with it and instead of holding out her hand she akyazı escort stretched out her left foot and had me place the ring on her toe. I was so pleased when she said yes and slid this $2800 ring on. She said, “We will be taking care of this later but it is time for my once in a lifetime moment.”

She had me lay down and proceeded to climb on top and ride me like a wild woman having multiple orgasms and shaking non stop. I was in heaven and did not want it to stop. Again she presented me with two options. The first was to cum deep in my future wife/mistress or to prove my love by asking her to stop and use my present on me. I was not going to disappoint Miss Annie and begged for the second choice. There was her laugh and she got off me and handed me my present. As I opened it I was face to face with the tiniest cock cage I have ever seen. She said, “it seems we both got permanent rings today.”

She took the cock cage and placed it on my dick and secured it. As she closed the lock she asked, ” Do you Bradley take me to be your forever mistress, to always obey and worship no matter what the circumstances for all the days of your life?”

“I definitely do” I said as the lock clicked in place.

She snapped more pictures and off went more messages. This went on for the remainder of the day until about an hour before Colin was due home. Then there was a knock on the door and she said, “it was time to make it official” and she grabbed the key to the lock and a small tube of crazy glue and went to the front room with me following.

As I got there in my living room was a guy with a folder in his hand. Annie gave him a smile and a nod. She then pointed to the ground next to her feet and I knelt next to her. He began a modified version of a wedding ceremony. She kept her ring on her toe and I was presented with a dog collar to match my cock cage with a pink tag that read property of Annie if uncaged return to her.

I kissed her foot and we signed all the paperwork to make it legally binding. She proceeded to open the crazy glue and put a few drops in the lock. The guy left and we went back to the bedroom to “consummate” the wedding. This consisted of me eating her to multiple orgasms and attaching a strap on above the cage and fucking her for a couple more.

After she had had enough she dressed and went up front to the couch. I started to dress but was told I was in my house clothes and didn’t need anything else. I assumed my position as Miss Annie’s footstool in just my cage and collar. After a few minutes of relaxing watching tv I heard Colin’s car pull up and two doors close and I started to panic but Miss Annie held me in place.

The two entered and were in shock to see this site and behind me was a laugh. Annie said, “welcome home son. I told you I would do anything to ruin your chance to be with my sister and I did. You are now officially my son and so that means you can’t marry your aunt. Merry Christmas to you both. “

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Alexa, Give me 12 of the best

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My daughter bought it for my birthday. Alexa, at the time I thought what the bloody hell am I going to do with this? “Thank you, Darling,” I said, but she could tell I was a bit underwhelmed.

“You can use it to play music, turn the lights on and off, turn the telly on.” I did my best. Smiled a lot. Said things like, “oh I didn’t know it could do that.” I was thinking my music is on vinyl, I only use my telly to watch sports, and I pretty much turn lights on and off as I enter and leave rooms.

My grandson, Tom, who had come with his mum for a visit said, “Happy Birthday for last week Grandad I bought you this. It’s a 5-terabyte storage unit. I can help you put all your music on it then you don’t have to hide it all when my cousins come round. Tom was a good lad, his cousins and my stepdaughter’s kids were a pain in the arse. Nearly as big a pain in the arse as my stepdaughter but that’s another story.

Tom treasured my vinyl collection as much as I did. He loved old-time Rock n Roll, and 60’s 70’s and 80’s rock as much as I did. So we put on Floyd’s Ummagumma. It took three-quarters of an hour to record the MP3. “Well that’s plan A shit out”, said Tom. “Leave it with me Pops, when I get back to uni I’ll be able to scrounge most of the stuff you have already on MP3.”

About 3 weeks later he sent me the Storage unit through the post with instructions to phone him. He’d done the setup stuff for Alexa and something called Plex when he was here with his mum. He’d set up the hub and showed me how to connect plugs, light switches etc. It all took a bit of getting used to and I got the wrong stuff more often than I got it right first attempt but I got there in the end.

Chapter 2

Since my missus, Anna had died and I moved here to my new place in Mid Wales I had pretty much been on my own. Anna and I had a lot of fun together in the bedroom and had fooled around with just about every deviation known to man, well this man at least. We both liked a bit of sub/Dom play, though we both tended towards submission we could both Dom it up a bit for each other’s benefit.

My thing was being bound, firstly over the foot-board of our bed, then later, on a frame I made. That frame still resides in my spare room. Over quite a long period it was used by the pair of us. We both received our fair share of spankings, paddlings or light whipping on it.

My favourite bit was after she had reddened my bum. Anna would sit in the built-in chair and use a crop to encourage me to eat her lovely shaved pussy. To be honest, I didn’t need too much encouragement.

Positions could be reversed with me spanking or paddling her bum and then forcing her to give me a blow job. Again the term force is a bit overused here. We tinkered with chastity I made full belts for both of us. We both loved being locked up but neither of us liked locking the other one up much. Eventually, they both ended up pushed behind the hot water cylinder.

It was a shame that. I didn’t get to experience orgasm control and denial. I would have liked to try that, I made a really good job on both of them. I’m a millwright by trade and have a fully equipped workshop above my garage.

I love precision work, one of my hobbies these days is buying and repairing old clocks and watches. Shh, don’t tell the tax man, I make a little bit of cash on the side. I make sex toys as well, tiny nipple clamps, cock tubes and the like. Sadly they don’t get used.

We tried a bit of body piercing. I got a reverse PA piercing. Eventually, I stretched the hole to accept a 12 gauge ring with a screw-on ball closure. After Anna died and I was feeling sorry for myself I got pissed one night and put a dab of Loctite red on the screw thread. I did the same with my nipple piercings. If I were to get two pairs of vice grips I could undoubtedly shear the thread but they are as permanent as you can get in real life.

I made a pillory it was a heavy oak plank, 3ft long with three holes cut with hole saws. I cut it down the centreline, hinged on one end and fixed a hasp and staple at the other. Later I made an arrangement where I could fix it to the end of a spanking bench I made. The pillory was just for her, she loved it it was easily her favourite bit of kit. I would force her into it, then pinch a nip until she opened her mouth and pop in a spider ring gag.

Then she had no option but to give me a blow job, she usually came for the first time when we did this as I was “forcing” the ring gag in. Three or four orgasms were not uncommon for her when we played this game. Another favourite of hers was pretending I was attacking her. She would fix her hair akbatı escort in two pigtails centred just over her ears. That was a signal, when she did this I would rip off her clothes.

She would buy old tat from one of our high street charity shops just for this. When we played this game she usually ended up over a kitchen chair with her bum in the air while I violated one of her fun holes. Usually the brown one, she liked it up-the-wrongun. Even more when she could pretend she was being Rogered against her will.

It’s been 5 years, I still miss her, I miss the sex as well. I tried a call girl and she was very nice and tried her best, I didn’t bother her again.

About three months after Tom and I got the Alexa thing working I was messing about with putting the wee blue gizmo in some of my light sockets. I like to fish and sometimes stay away from home for three or four nights sessions. So I wanted stuff to switch on and off and make it look as though someone is at home.

I’d found a random timer that I could trigger with the Alexa, I was going to try to figure out if I could make it start if someone pressed the doorbell. I was thinking something like the vacuum cleaner but after a bit of deeper thought and I realised it would make no sense to do that.

When Anna was alive I had played around with making a wanking machine using a milking machine I had bought on the spur of the moment at an auction. I’d gone to buy a clock but got outbid

When I had it finished It worked pretty well, it had the fundamental flaw that Anna got as much out of making me cum as I did cumming so it ended up unused in a box in the garage. I was moving stuff around in my garage/workshop trying to make more room. Sadly if you take a big lump from one side of a workshop and put it on the other side it’s still a big lump. So I resolved to do a scrapyard run and dump some of my junkier junk.

As I was filling up my trailer I found a pair of very powerful electromagnets. I may just get a bob or two on the bay of evil I thought to myself. Half an hour later with very little in the trailer, I came across the vacuum recovery vessel for the milking unit. Then the teat sleeve thingies.

That rekindled an idea. How about a bit of self-bound masturbation? I just couldn’t figure out how to configure a sensor to turn it off after I had cum. Even so, the idea seemed worth the trouble If it didn’t work id usually have a bright idea when I got into the project.

At another auction, I found an old gynaecologist’s examination chair. It looked a bit tatty but I figured I could clean it up and maybe fix up. I got it for a fiver, no one else bid. When I got it home it proved very easy to tart up. What I thought were splits in the leather were just marks. A tin of black leather dye took care of them.

Using some of the 100 eye bolts I had bought for a previous project anchor points were soon fixed to the frame. I raided our now much-neglected toy box for arm, thigh, knee, and ankle cuffs and two very strong leather belts with double-pin roller buckles. I had bought these in another auction from a hospital shutdown clearance. They were brown but the black leather dye came in useful again.

The most difficult part was welding two thick steel pads to the armrests. Not difficult at all. When these were in place I put the two electromagnets on them, energised them then using both hands on one magnet I could not pull them free. I had no chance of breaking free from them using one arm from the awkward position I would be held in.

Thought the vacuum would pull the milking tube down my cock then when the shuttle switch of the vacuum turned over and neutralised the pressure the bungie would pull it back up. It worked before, it worked again.

I gave the vacuum pump a service. It didn’t need it it was almost unused I tried it out on a dildo from our toy box and it appeared to work flawlessly.

It didn’t take too much courage to give the milking machine a test run. I gave myself a good greasing up with silicone lube and sat in the chair with no restraints set the shuttle and open the vac valve.

It wasn’t an immediate success. The bungie I had was far too strong and the movement of the milking cup was harsh. I had to abandon tests for three days while a new bungie chord was ordered well three, all different thicknesses.

Three days later with one of the new bungie chords, my wanking machine appeared on the test, to work perfectly. I achieved my first orgasm with it about five minutes into the run. Over a few weeks, I messed about with vac pressure, length akçaabat escort and frequency of stroke until I got it to a stage where it kept me hard but didn’t quite do enough to tip me over the edge. On extended sessions, I had started to get sore so I fitted a very simple lube system. It just dripped silicon lube down a 3mm hose that in turn dripped it onto my cockhead.

Now I had that sorted I wanted to extend the time “Alexa” tormented me. So on the big day, I set up the plug on the electromagnets and told Alexa to switch them on. Half a second after I gave the command to energise the restrains. I nicked a line from Jagger! “Alexa, I’m in need of some restraint”, the magnets slammed onto the steel pads.

At the command, “Alexa release the restraint” nothing happened! It took the longest five seconds of my life for the magnetic field to decay and allowed me to lift the cuffs with their magnets from the steel pads. I repeated the exercise several times. Always the 5-second delay, not a deal breaker at all.

Using a time delay routine my grandson wrote for me, I told him to turn my bedside off. I copied it but changed the voice command to Alexa release my restraint. I just set the delay period to 60 seconds. Carefully watching the second hand on my watch I gave the delay command. 65 seconds later I could lift the magnet and its cuff. I repeated these tests at various time intervals and every time the release system worked flawlessly.

I was ready to test fly this thing. I was supremely confident this system would work. But I’m not stupid. I know a guy who is absolutely shit hot with all things computer. His favourite saying is “To err is human but to really fuck up you need a computer.

My next-door neighbour is a single mum. She has a boy. He gets on the school bus at about 8 in the morning and gets off at about 4 in the afternoon, I’ve taken him fishing a few times and taken him to football once or twice when his mum was busy. I like his mum Tina. I actually quite fancy her but she is 25 years younger than me, has a kid, works at whatever she can get and is always knackered. She does a bit of cleaning work to help put food on the table. Her ex is a twat who thinks maintenance is up to his discretion if he pays it or not. The divorce court awarded her the home when he left, he has to keep paying that.

Her dad has a bit of money but it’s all tied up in his farm. Tina does a bit of work for her dad as well. She also cleans a bit for me on Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons she won’t take more than the going rate, which ain’t much, but sometimes I have to take her shopping, she will starve herself to feed her kid.

On Thursdays at 1.45 on the dot she lets herself in and if I’m home I have a coffee waiting for her. Tina knows everyone and everything in the village we live in. So I get my local knowledge updated over this coffee.

So Tina is my “if the shit hits the fan” safety net. I don’t want to bring her in on my pervs, like I said she is quite fit but she is a good few years younger than me so I’ve never even tried it on. Not even when we were both drunk last New Year’s Eve.

So I had set this all up in my spare bedroom. I had fastened every strap and cuff to fix my knackered naked body into the gyno chair. I’d placed the cup over my cock and set the milker in motion. I set the lube drip length and frequency of stroke and vac pressure. It was noon on the dot. I had a one-hour session planned. I figured I’d be screaming in an hour. In an hour’s time Alexa would switch off the current to the two electromagnets and five seconds later I’d be free. Plenty of time to wheel it into my garage where Tina never went. I could maybe start filling the trailer up with junk and clearing a bit of space.

“Alexa, I’m in need of some restraint. I had my arms above the steel pads but I felt the hum of the magnets come to life. I fixed my gag and dropped my cuffs and electromagnets over the steel pads.

By half past twelve, I’d still not cum. I’d got the stroke rate wrong. This was very frustrating, good but frustrating. I’d just decided then I’d still have time to knock one out when Alexa let me go and still be ready for Tina when she got here. That’s when I heard the front door open. “Hi, Kevin do you mind if I do you early today? My second Thursday morning people are on holiday! Kevin. KEVIN!” There was no hiding from this, fuck, this was going to be embarrassing. I’d probably fucked up my relationship up with Tina forever. There was a knock on the bedroom door. “Are you in there Kevin?” And then, “What’s that noise?” Tina opened the door and looked akçakoca escort inside. “OHH MY FUCKING GOD!” Tina is a farmer’s daughter so she had this figured out as soon as she saw it. “Oh Lordy Lord, this is just so hot.” She ran her fingers up my belly. “You’re in good shape for your age, can I join in the fun”? I tentatively nodded my head. “Oh fuck man, that’s a lovely big willy I can think of three better places for it than that though!” She lifted the suction cup off my cock. I groaned into the gag. “Don’t worry you’ll get your jollies. But as in all things in life, Ladies first!” Then she unplugged the vacuum pump. Tina pointed to my Alexa speaker. I’d shown her how it could play music, switch on lights etc. “Is that controlling this?” I nodded again. “Not anymore,” she said as she pulled the plug out of the speaker/microphone thing. Then she had a good look round, stroking and tickling me as she went. The toy box was in the room with the lid open. “Ohh Lordy Lord,” said Tina, “look at this!” She was looking through the contents of the toy box. “I like this”, she came up holding a double dildo gag on a head harness. “I think I need to catch up a bit.” It was still set for my head. Three buckles and it was fastened in place. Tina dropped her jeans and panties. She was bare, not a hair in sight. “Do you like my puss Kevin”? I nodded my head enthusiastically. “Do you like my jewellery?” She had two rings in each of her lips and a hood and clit head piercing, Tina later told me that one hurt but it’s her favourite. “Good, it’s not shaved. I had it done permanently, my armpits as well look!” Tina stripped off her top. Considering she had a kid her tits were magnificent. The gold ring and barbel in each of her nipples were the cherries on two very nice buns as far as I was concerned. She isn’t the prettiest woman in the village but she has quite a body, considering she has had a kid, a superb body.

She dribbled a bit of the lube onto the dildo head. Now I’m going to take the gag out but I have this. She held another toy from the box, a crop. “I do ride and can use one of these. Don’t say a word, don’t say it’s a mistake, but most of all don’t be shy, I love this stuff I’ll tell you my story later when I’m wearing clothes and a freshly fucked hairdo.”

She wanked the lube over the dildo on my forehead undid the gag then really surprised me by positioning the head of the dildo on her brownie. She lifted slightly eased two lubed fingers into her arse then slid down to bury the dildo in her arse with just a long drawn out “oohhhhhhh. If you don’t want to find out how good I am with this crop I suggest you find a way to make my puss very happy.”

Tina lifted slightly and I gave as long a lick as I could along her moist slit. I could just reach her clit, every time I touched her clit ring she jumped. I guessed it was a good thing as all she used the crop for was to stroke my aching cock. When Tina came she came hard. She made quite a bit of noise and let a bit of pee go. I swallowed that and licked her clean. She lifted herself off the dildo and gave me a big kiss. “You can have a treat for that, what do you want? A blow job, a bit of bum or my fanny?” I was a bit awestruck. Or I could put the milker back on and come back in an hour to see if you’re cooked.

“No no. Err I Err.”

“Come on Kevin. I’d say grow a pair but you did that a long time ago judging by this lot. Come on tell mistress Tina what floats your boat.”

“I’m pretty much unshockable. Can I have a titty wank. Oh, my sweet man. Of course, you can have a titty wank.”

“There is a condition, however!”

“Ohh what that I asked. You have to lick them clean after.” She had her hand on my cock and was gently and oh so slowly stroking me. “Yes please,” I said. She laughed at me, kindly.

“Your not very good at being my sub slut are you.” I didn’t answer, I just turned red with embarrassment. “I’ll give you a tit wank later, but now while your so deliciously restrained for my pleasure, I’m going to blow that big pink lollipop. Then if my guess is correct and you haven’t had a shag for a year or two it will still be up and I’m going to fuck myself bandy on it.”

“Tell me, is it always this big? Or has your wanking machine made it bigger?”

“No this is all me.”

“Do you want me to be your Mistress? I sure as hell want you and your trouser snake as my sub.”

“Oh yes please, I mean I’d love to be, er Tina, er Mistress Tina p, I’d love to be your sub.”

“Kevin, stop blabbering or I’ll gag you again.”

With that, she took my nob in her mouth. I’d never been deep-throated before. I lasted seconds and I pumped the biggest load I had produced for years into her mouth. She sucked up every drop, looked at me with a big shit-eating grin, grabbed my balls to show she wasn’t taking no for an answer and dribbled all my cum into my mouth. When I had it all she gave my balls a gentle squeeze pinched my nose and said swallow.

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After University I worked for a few years in a law firm in Tokyo and this I how I got to know Shiori.

She was my colleague at the office, and because we were the two youngest employees we were naturally drawn to each other.

We used to have a drink after work, and I felt very proud to have the company of such a beautiful, refined woman.

If it was not for the fact that we shared the job, there was no chance I could get to know someone like her, so distant from my world of outcast Japanese and foreigners.

In the beginning, she was very reserved, but after a while, I was able to acquire her trust.

Once we were sipping a whisky in a shot bar in Ginza when she started talking about her University’s boyfriend.

It seemed that she hadn’t been able to get over him and to understand why she had written a memoir of their story, hoping that this could help to put a distance between her and those events. But, even if they were frozen in writing and stored in a drawer, they kept haunting her.

“Can I read it?” I asked suddenly.

She blushed and looked deep into my eyes.

“Maybe it will be easier for you to forget…”

I admit I was simply curious to know her more intimately.

That evening she didn’t say anything, but the next time we went drinking, in the end, she gave me a large, thick envelope.

“This is what happened between me and him…please don’t judge me…”

I rushed home, and I opened the envelope. There was a stack of sheets, with the pre-printed grids that help writing kanji neatly, filled with precise, pencil-written characters.

Even if my Japanese reading skills were not so good, I was determined to make all the effort needed to go through them, even if I wasn’t expecting much more than a young woman’s sentimental outpouring.

What I read, instead, at first shocked me, and then made me excited, and finally angry.

What follows is my translation of Shiori’s pages.

Shiori’s story

I met my boyfriend when we were in the same class at the university.

I didn’t know most of the other students, because I didn’t spend there much time apart attending lessons, but for some reason, he often took the same courses as me, and we gradually became friends.

Especially when we were researching for a group presentation, I searched for books and prepared handouts with him in the library, so we ended up talking a lot and going to the cafeteria together.

His name was Tadashi Iio and by the time I was a sophomore I called him Iio, and he called me Shiori.

I started to really like him.

One Sunday before the summer vacation of my sophomore year, I went to visit his house.

I was surprised to see that it was a big, old, magnificent mansion.

I was told that his parents were away for work a lot, so he had spent a lot of time alone in this big house since he was little.

And so I naturally fell in love with him. It was in his room, on his bed.

He was gentle and good at sex. I was very happy.

It wasn’t until a while later after I started going to his room regularly, that he took out the collar.

As usual, I was in bed, naked and messing around with him, when he pulled it out from under the bed.

“What’s that?”

He told me it was a collar of a dog he used to have and loved. He loved it so much when he was a lonely child; he told me how he cried when it died.

Then he took the collar and whispered in my ear.

“Get down on all amasra escort fours,” he said, and without understanding much of what was going on, I got down on all fours from his bed with my hands and knees, naked but for my shorts.

He brushed my hair out of my face and put the leather collar around my neck and locked it.

It smelled like new leather, and I thought it was a lie that it was from an old dog.

I felt ashamed with the collar on and had a very weird feeling, but I didn’t dislike it.

“How do you feel? Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“You don’t like it when I do this?”

“What do you mean, like this?”

Suddenly, he slapped me lightly on the buttocks, just above my shorts.

“Oh…”

I was so startled that I let out a yelp. It didn’t hurt, but I felt ashamed, and yet it felt very sexy…

For some reason, I didn’t feel like getting angry.

“So this is SM? Do you like SM, Iio?”

“Not exactly. I want to treat you, Shiori, like a dog.”

“Dog? I’m not sure…”

He got up from the bed, took out a thin lead, and attached it to my collar.

“Shiori, walk like this… on all fours…”

I felt the leash being pulled and of course, the collar pushed against my neck.

I started crawling slowly around the room on all fours while he pulled the leash. It was hard for me to raise my head, so I kept my head down.

“No, no, no. Keep your head up and look straight ahead!”

His hand slapped my hips, very hard this time.

Instead of saying, “What are you doing? You’re hurting me!” for some reason, I couldn’t help but reply: “Yes!”

As he had ordered, I looked up and ahead.

It was very tiring and painful to walk on all fours with my head up in that position, but I persevered and went around the room with him pulling me.

With the collar and leash pulled on me, I felt as if I was being held down tighter than I thought I would be, and I had no freedom.

I was made to crawl on all fours, changing direction as he wished.

I didn’t know what was going on, and I was very confused. I was ashamed, I was in pain, but I felt like I couldn’t stop…

I crawled on all fours in a circle around my boyfriend’s feet.

Eventually, my shorts started to get cold. I could tell that I was getting really excited.

I felt like I had never experienced anything like this before, and my breath started to come in gasps. My nipples started to ache and poke.

“Ha ha ha!”

He finally stopped and started stroking my head as if he were petting a dog.

“Good! Shiori is cute! Shiori is a cute dog!”

I was enraptured by this sweet feeling. I felt a sense of security, as if I were a small child again, being held by my parents.

“How is it? “Didn’t you feel good, Shiori?”

“Well… I don’t know… I guess it felt good…”

“You didn’t mind? You don’t have to force yourself on me.”

“Yes, it felt good…”

“So… do you want to continue doing this?”

“If you want to…”

“No, I mean, do you want to do it?”

“Yes, I want to…”

I answered without really understanding myself.

“Well then. I’m going to train you as a dog from now on.”

“Yes… I see… But what will you do to train me?”

“I can’t tell you yet, but if you really don’t want to, I’ll stop at any time.”

“Okay…”

“Also. You can call me Iio in college, but you have to call me by my honorific during training.”

“If amasya escort not Iio, what will I call you?”

“Master.”

“Master”… in my head, I laughed, It sounded like a line from a manga.

“Yes. I understand…”

“You don’t get it, isn’t it? It’s Master, right?”

I was a little pissed off when he slapped me on the buttocks again.

“What? Isn’t it a bit too much, even if it’s you, Iio! “, I thought.

“I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. Maaaster!”

When I said this in a slightly angry and joking manner, he suddenly clamped down on my head with great force.

“And when you greet me, you must bow your head properly. Get down on your knees with both hands on the ground.”

“I was getting really annoyed. No more! “, I thought.

I tried to stand up, but my boyfriend, who had grabbed my head and the leash of my collar, had the strength of a man and I couldn’t shake him off.

I was so scared that I couldn’t help but say: “Yes… I understand. Master.”

I said in a loud voice and got down on my knees, rubbing my forehead on the floor. I’ve never done that before in my life.

“Do you promise to be my dog? Do you swear to be trained hard?”

“Yes, Master. Master… I swear it.”

I was really scared and started to cry. But for some reason, I didn’t want to run away.

“Thank you! Shiori. I’m so happy… You’re so cute.”

My boyfriend suddenly hugged me with her usual gentle voice. I was sobbing unconsciously.

I felt regret, embarrassment, fear, humiliation, and… what should I call it… pleasure? I felt so many emotions all at once that I didn’t even know what to do with myself.

I cried in my boyfriend’s arms for a while.

After that, my boyfriend continued to behave as usual at the university, and I put on a face as if I had forgotten all about it.

A few days later, my boyfriend invited me to his room again.

After a while, he stopped the CD we were listening to and said with a serious face.

“Shiori, do you remember our last appointment?”

“…Yes…”

I turned my face away and sipped my coffee from his large mug. It just hid my face.

“From now on, if you want to be with me, can you keep your promise?”

I put down my cup and asked him what I had been wanting to ask him.

“So, Iio, do you want to tie me up, whip me, do you want to play SM?

“Like I said the other day Shiori, don’t you think that you’re just basing your idea of SM on what you’ve seen in manga and books?

What I want to do is different from what you imagine SM to mean in your mind.”

“So you want to make me wear a collar and act like a dog like last time, right? But is that all you want to do? Does that excite you, Iio?”

“Well… not only that, but when you get down on all fours, ashamed, and are trained to be a dog under my command… It’s really good. How was it, Shiori? The last time you were here, on all fours, and I pulled you, you got really excited, didn’t you?”

I was so embarrassed that he could tell I was excited, so I kept quiet.

” Shiori, completely naked, practices hard humiliating dog tricks and shows them to me. Under my command, she becomes a dog instead of a human…

That’s how I get the most pleasure out of training you to be the dog I want you to be. How about you, Shiori? Doesn’t that kind of thing excite you?”

I didn’t know what to think, but I liked anadolu yakası escort him, and the idea of him training me to do something incredibly embarrassing made me feel scared and excited at the same time. A feeling of expectation had surged…

“I don’t know… I’m scared…”

“Don’t worry, Shiori, if you really want to stop, I’ll stop right away and I won’t hurt you.”

I nodded.

“You don’t understand, do you? Shiori.”

My boyfriend’s tone suddenly became stern.

“Yes. Yes, I understand. Master!”

I said clearly this time without hesitation.

“Okay. Let’s start the training! Stand up, Shiori!”

“Yes!”

I rushed to stand in front of my boyfriend.

“Take off all your clothes.”

“Yes!”

I took off my sweater, blouse, and skirt, then my pantyhose.

All that was left was my panties and bra.

“Take off your bra and panties, too. Shiori.”

“Yes.”

I unhooked resolutely my bra and rolled my panties down to my feet. However, I covered my front and breasts with both hands.

“You have to be careful. Stretch out the fingers of both hands, put them along your legs properly, and look straight ahead!”

He slapped me on the buttocks.

“Yes!”

“Push the chest out! more! Keep your chin down!”

I was reminded of my elementary school gym class.

The teacher would often take out a silver metal rod and violently correct my posture. It was very humiliating.

After many times of being re-positioned, I learned the proper position.

“Okay, turn around and spread your legs wide.”

“Yes!”

I turned my back to him, faced away from him, and opened my legs a little.

“Like this?”

“No. More!”

I was forced to open my legs to the limit.

“Okay, now stretch out your knees and put your hands in front of you. Stick out your hips!”

I put my hands in front of me, stretched out my knees, and stuck my ass out.

In front of my boyfriend, I was naked with my hips exposed, my legs spread wide to the left and right, and my hands in front of me.

My boyfriend was watching me from behind, and he could see everything.

I was so embarrassed to be in this position…I regretted that I hadn’t showered more thoroughly before going to his house.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to give me another command, but he kept me in that position for a long time, watching me from behind.

I could feel the cold air soothing between my widely spread legs, and his gaze burning into my embarrassment.

His fingers gently open the split of my buttocks. I felt the warm air touch my anus.

“No… Stop!”

“Please stop. I am your master, isn’t it?”

She said this with ease as he stared openly at my asshole.

“I don’t want to… I feel bad. Even though you’re Iio…” I thought.

“Please stop, Master!”

“Your asshole is so cute, Shiori.”

I couldn’t help but feel ashamed when he said that.

“I’m being watched by Iio….he is looking…at my…asshole…”

“Now, look up! Look straight ahead!”

When I raised my head, a cold collar was put around my neck and secured with a metal lock.

“Now, Shiori, don’t close your legs and walk on all fours!”

He slapped me on the buttocks again and I walked with my hands in front of me.

I was on my knees, looking very miserable and embarrassed.

“Shiori, I can see your butt hole and your pussy!”

My boyfriend teased me with such humiliating words; I pursed my lips and held back, and crawled on all fours with my boyfriend pulling my collar as we walked.

This is how I ended up being trained as a dog by my classmate.

From the moment I walked in the door of my boyfriend’s house, Shiori became a dog. Iio was the Master.

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Have you ever experienced a real spanking by a man who has set specific expectations for your behavior? His rules are clear. His rules are simple and easy to follow. There is no reason why you didn’t follow them.

Maybe you thought he was joking when he told you what would happen should you disobey. Maybe you had a momentary lapse of judgement. It doesn’t matter. You are instructed to strip naked while he watches and waits.

He instructs you to neatly fold and stack your clothes as you undress just like he always expects of you.

You feel naked and vulnerable as you wait for his instructions. You feel little butterflies of anticipation in your stomach not knowing what to expect or how hard he will spank. You have a momentary feeling of regret and disappointment in yourself for not following his rules.

He motions you over his knee. You feel the fabric of his clothes against your bare skin reminding you of your nakedness and vulnerability. You feel his strong hand guiding you across his lap and then holding both of your wrists behind your back. You test his grip and find it secure. At this point, you know there is nothing you can do to resist the inevitable. You feel his other hand softly caress your bare bottom.

You squeeze your thighs together as he caresses. The entire experience is causing your face to flush and your breathing to quicken. You wonder whether you’re becoming wet and your face reddens even more at the thought of what he might discover should his hand slide between your legs.

He says nothing as his hand softly caresses your bare bottom. His hand slides between your thighs forcing them apart. He altınordu escort caresses the insides of your thighs and around your lower butt just where he intends to spank. You love his caress and wish that you obeyed and would only feel his caress. But you know you deserve what’s coming.

With his hand resting on your lower left ass cheek, he asks, “I don’t need to tell you why you are here, do I?”

“No, Sir” you respond with a quivering voice. You feel his strong hand squeeze your lower ass cheek with his fingers nearly touching your pussy. Your heart races as you feel his strength and masculine energy.

You want his touch but you are desperately embarrassed by what you know he will find should his fingers slip between the folds of your pussy. You feel how slick you have become as you instinctively squeeze your thighs together pushing his hand against your bare pussy.

“Someone is trying to distract me from my responsibility to correct bad behavior.” He laughs. “Be a good girl and count for me.” His command is low and steady with the certainty of a man who knows you will do exactly as he instructs.

“Yes, Sir.” You reply with an unsteady voice.

His first spank came down with a burning sting that makes you jump. You squeal and writhe in response to the sting. His hand holds you steady. You feel his strength. There was no warmup. Just the spank of a man who intends to teach you better behavior.

“What do you say?” He asks.

“One, Sir.” You reply trying to remain composed.

“We are going to continue until the count of ten. If you lose your place or move out of position, altınova escort we will start over from the beginning. Do you understand?” He asks.

“Yes, Sir.” You reply wondering how you can take another nine spanks and wondering if you can really maintain the position he expects. You know it’s going to take all of your will power not to squirm and writhe as he spanks you.

“That’s my good girl.” He softly says soothing the sting with a soft caress.

You feel the sting slowly being transformed from pain into warmth. You squeeze your thighs together again this time certain that you are actually dripping.

You feel his hand slide between your thighs. There is no way to hide what he is doing and your face burns with a feeling of shame knowing how wet you have become.

“What is this?” He asks. “Is my disobedient little slut getting wet?” You feel his fingers slide between your wet folds. Your body shakes and quivers each time his fingers find your secret places. Your body is betraying you. You moan wanting his touch to continue. You feel yourself being taken right to the very edge of an orgasm you so desperately want.

However, instead of feeling the orgasm you expect to come crashing through you, you suddenly feel a second sting just as the pain from the first sting is completely transformed into warmth. The orgasm you almost had is transformed into sexual energy with the sting of the spank.

“Ahhhh, two, Sir.” You stammer out as the sting radiates through your bare bottom.

“That’s my good girl.” He softly says as his hand once again begins to rub the sting away. altıparmak escort His words make you melt. Once again you feel the pain being transformed into sexual desire.

His fingers again slide between your wet folds finding your hard little button. You squirm, shiver, and gasp each time you feel his touch under and around your hard little clit. It doesn’t take long to feel an orgasm building. You gasp in anticipation of the wave of pleasure that is about to crash down upon you.

Then suddenly you feel the third sting blending with the sexual energy of the edge you were on. Each time you feel an orgasm about to crash through you, you feel the sting of a spank instead. With each spank, you desired more. You need more. The sexual energy beautifully blending with the sting of each spank. And the sting of each spank being transformed into sexual energy and warmth that radiates through your bare bottom and right to your leaking pussy.

You have never felt desire like this. You actually want to feel the sting of his spank again. Each spank hurts, but you want it harder. You need it harder. Each spank reminding you of his dominance and strength, and of your vulnerability to a man who intends to teach you better behavior.

You feel his touch on your hard little clit bringing you to the edge and holding you there, but he won’t take you any further. You whimper and writhe in his lap trying to get him to push you over the edge, but he just holds you tighter and lightens his touch. Your frustration is nearly bringing you to tears.

You feel his masculine energy and authority. You feel vulnerable and completely owned on his lap with a red stinging bottom and a pussy burning with need. For the first time, you feel yourself surrendering fully to his authority. You accept that your orgasms are his to give at his discretion. What you want more than an orgasm is to drop to your knees to please and worship him. You feel feminine and desired.

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Samantha knelt naked in the tub, her wide eyes staring up at her partner, Lexi, who stood over her, also naked. A ring gag held Samantha’s mouth open and her hands were bound tightly behind her back. Though she had never before used rope in such a manner they had found Lexi had quite a knack for it. The binds of her arms connected to the rope breast harness and any movement would tighten and squeeze Samantha’s breasts. She let out a soft whimper as she looked up at her lover.

Things had not always been this way. Sam had developed an interest in bondage as a teenager but had never done anything practical with it and upon meeting Lexi had tucked it away, she loved her partner and hadnt wanted her proclivities to drive them away, but eventually the truth had come out. Lexi had found Sam’s stash of toys and questioned her about it. To Sam it had felt like being punched in the gut, their relationship was over, it had to be, there was no way that Lexi was going to accept her….but she had, more than that Lexi had taken to it very well. And together they were beginning to dip their toes in and see what they found.

It had started out simple, Lexi would tie Sam to the bed or she would spank her if her half of the household chores werent finished, but it was quickly evolving. Her lover was doing her own research and she was a fast learner, which was what led them to where they were now. “Are you ok love?” Lexi asked as softly, her blonde hair cascading down and framing her face, her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and lust but there was also concern in them as well as she stroked Sam’s cheek.

The two were almost polar opposites alaca escort in looks. Lexi was fit, with some lean muscle on her and a full bust. At five foot ten inches she towered over her shorter, petite girlfriend. Sam’s hair was a dark Auburn, the red only really coming out in the sun or when it was wet and her hazel eyes showed more green than blue most of the time. But opposites do attract or at least they had and as Samantha looked up at her lover she nuzzled Lexi’s hand before nodding her head. “Hesh,” she spoke through the gag, trying to answer in the affirmative.

“Ok then pet, get ready.” Lexi’s voice took on a new tone, one that was firmer, stronger, her Domme voice. Straightening up she stood over Sam and spread her pussy lips wide. A small yellow trickle ran down her leg at first before a second later it erupted into a stream that splashed down on Sam’s head. The stream hit her mouth and the back of her throat, the petite young woman choked and spluttered. “Swallow it,” She heard Lexi say above her, the taller woman’s voice like iron. It took a second longer where more piss spilled down her chin but eventually Sam did manage to swallow. The hot,salty urine burned her throat as it went down but she had never felt more aroused. Lexi was marking her, claiming her in one of the most primitive ways and Sam loved it.

Eventually the stream petered out, the last bit catching Sam right below the eye. Her body and hair were covered in her lovers stream. The hand returned to her hair and pulled back hard enough for Sam to squeal through the gag. Lexi spit into Sam’s face. One finger trailing alanya escort it down her cheek until it touched her tongue. Sam’s tongue wrapped around the digit pulling the saliva from it, her whole body shuddered with delight as Lexi said firmly. “I own you slut, you belong to me.” It was a whole new world now.

Lexi sat curled up on the bed. What had she done! She had actually peed on Samantha, not only that she had spat in her wife’s face! Part of her, the overriding part at the moment, was mortified. But underneath it all she was so incredibly aroused. It had been so intoxicating to take control like that to have her wife under her, ready to take what Lexi had given her. The red head had even seemed to enjoy it. But had she?

Looking to the closed bathroom door she could her faintly Samantha singing over the sound of the shower water running. It was a soft, light tune, but from that it seemed that Sam was in a good mood. She shivered as she thought of seeing her piss splash across her lovers body. Of hearing her choke on it before she began to swallow it. The rush she felt from all of that, it was so…. intoxicating.

The bathroom door opened and Samantha stepped out, her smile lit up the room and her normally unruly mop of red hair now lay in wet, cascading waves trailing down her shoulders and back. She smiled at Lexi but the smile slipped upon seeing her wife’s face and the look upon it. “Lex, what’s wrong?” Her voice was soft, gentle, so very comforting. Lexi watched as her wife moved over to their bed and sat down next to her. Felt it as Sam’s wet hand rested lightly on her shoulder. alsancak escort “Babe talk to me,” there was a note of worry in Samantha’s voice now and Lexi knew she needed to answer.

“I…” Lexi started but stopped short biting her lip worriedly.

“This is about earlier, our session?” Lexi nodded. “You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want.” Samantha assured her. “It was so hot what you did, the way you took control and dominated me, claiming me as yours.” Sam’s hand rested on the back of Lexi’s head as she brought their foreheads together. “I loved it babe.” There was a pause and Sam spoke again. “But if you didn’t, we don’t need to continue. I don’t want to force you to do something you are uncomfortable with.”

An overwhelming surge of gratitude rushed through Lexi and she pulled Sam into a suffocating hug. She held her as she felt Sam’s arms wrap around her waist. “I do want to continue, but I wanted to make sure I hadn’t gone too far…that you were enjoying it.”

Sam pulled herself free. “We went over my limits and safewords Lex, I didn’t use them and you didn’t violate my limits so we are fine, and again, I enjoyed it.”

There was another long pause and Lexi asked. “So where do we go from here?”

Another pause, this time from Sam before she answered, uncertainty in her voice. “I…I don’t know. I guess…I guess it depends on what we both want. You…you know what I want.” she looked down and away, not daring to look at her lovers face.

Yes, Lexi did know what she wanted, or what Sam thought she wanted. “Are you sure?”

“If I didn’t like it would you force me to continue?”

“Of course not sweetie, you know that. But…Im not sure I have it in me to…to be a D-Domme, full time.”

“Well I don’t know if I have it in me to be a full time submissive. But if your willing…we could find out together.” Lexi pursed her lips as she thought about what to say next…

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Keeling submissively before you, I quickly make sure I am properly dressed according to your instructions. A deep red silk corset accentuating my curves, thigh-high stockings adorning my legs, their seductive luster drawing your eye to where I knew you’d want it to be. A thin but sturdy collar rests snugly against my neck, the cold metal sending goosebumps crawling over my skin, endlessly reaffirming that I am yours, body and soul.

I look up at you adoringly, eyes half-hidden beneath thick lashes, letting out a throaty purr of delight as your nimble fingers dance on my skin, binding me in a beautiful cincture of crimson rope. In moments, my arms and wrists are bound together behind me, a gentle yet firm hold leaving me no escape from the blissful torment that is sure to come.

Your gaze burns into mine, a smirk rising to your lips as you similarly deal with my legs, strong knots securing me firmly to the bed, holding me spread open, my lower body exposed as an offering before you. Swallowing thickly, heart pounding with a mix of fear and undiluted desire, I parted my lips in silent acquiescence and accepted the gag’s intrusion inside my mouth, cold steel sliding against my tongue. I crane my neck and raise my head from the pillow, allowing your gentle fingers brushing aside my hair as leather straps buckle snugly around my face like a horse’s bridle, any words or pleas I might have hoped to utter against such debasement muffled.

A blindfold descends over my eyes, leaving me with nothing but the dull colors of longing and vulnerability swirling within me as more and more of what makes me ‘me’ is snatched away. My hands, my legs, my sight, my voice, my freedom, my agency, my thoughts. All disappear, until all that is left is a blank slate awaiting the will of its master…

A will that soon makes itself known, my body responding to the twin bell’s familiar ring. My back arches helplessly towards you, anticipating what awaits me, though dreading the sensation even more. Your voice sounds in my ear, gently coaxing, reassuring, calming as if you were not the cause of my fear.

I moan softly, relaxing somewhat as you murmur soft reassurances into my ear, only to jerk and scream as sharp metal bites deeply into my flesh. The nipple clamps pierces through cloth and skin alike, mercilessly gripping ağrı escort my tender bud, ringing gleefully as I squirm in a useless attempt to escape.

The panic does not last long, a comforting hand stroking my hair and soothing whispers helping me adjust to the pain, leaving way for a blissful state of acceptance and surrender, so pure I feel myself floating away on it.

I am vaguely aware of appreciative hum as you marvel at how easily I fall into oblivion, all thoughts stolen from my head, leaving only feeling. Heightened sensations comes rushing in, a tightness around my chest pulling at me, the delicious discomfort of metal teeth biting down on my nipples, the soft silk sheets supporting me, the aching fire inhabiting my core begging for relief, and most of all, your presence near me, filling me with warmth like no other can.

As I slip ever closer and deeper into mindless ecstasy, your hand glides along my chest, dipping beneath my corset’s top edge to stroke across my mound, sending shivers dancing wildly over every inch of my skin. With slow purposefulness, you lower yourself over me, placing a single kiss on my forehead before bending low to taste my neck, kissing my throat, my collarbone, my shoulders and arms, my stomach, my legs and feet… You touch each part of my body lovingly, as if mapping out a treasure trail leading right where you know I need it… leaving only the one place untouched…

Agony erupts as your teeth tear into my neglected clit, causing waves of blinding white hot heat that course through my entire being in an instant. The bed shakes violently under my struggles, but my legs remain tied open, my pussy helplessly exposed as I thrash against my bonds, fingers clawing desperately at the sheets.

You laugh at my suffering, you head shaking and tearing my tender bud harder, more roughly than even the clamps have managed to do so far. Yet your heated breath caresses across its tender surface, making me moan with pleasure instead of pain, and though you are inflicting such cruel agony upon me, somehow this feels too good to be hurt.

Meaningless sounds pass through my gag as wave after wave of searing ecstasy sends jolts of tingling light racing up my spine and between my limbs. My consciousness blurs from the intensity of it all, all sense çeşme escort lost to pure instinct, my heart thumping painfully fast while I writhe and squirm against the ropes holding me down, unable to stop the shudders wracking my trembling frame or muffle the cries slipping past the gag, my body begging for release without shame or hesitation.

Your hands work diligently on me, wanderings across my thighs, waist and breasts leaving goosebumps in their wake as you tease my sensitive skin mercilessly, sometimes gently stroking, other times scratching, tugging or pinching in ways that leave my senses reeling in a blissful haze of unrestrained desire.

Every new touch brings a fresh burst of blissful heat flushing over my skin, sending ripples of tremors through my every limb like a pebble dropped into a pond, and the pain assaulting my poor nipples and abused clit never lets up. Every second stretches out endlessly, yet I am powerless to resist as you manipulate every part of me, your movements lulling me into accepting everything I feel, encouraging me to enjoy it, even when it hurts.

It goes on for hours, or perhaps seconds, only time losing all meaning in this inescapable whirlwind of pleasure and pain. Pleasure burns so strongly it becomes painful, pain so intense it becomes pleasurable, causing my mind to dance on the edge of madness with each passing moment, but always keeping just outside my reach…

You are a maestro playing my very self, crafting a symphony of pleasure out of my moans, cries and whimpers as you finger and tongue my most vulnerable of chords.

My eyes roll back as the crescendo builds inside my head, the climax drawing closer and closer, then smashing me back down with shocking intensity, driving me mad with desire, stealing away any last shreds of control I might have had left. My hips buck wildly, your wicked teasing stoking the flames burning hotter than ever before before denying me the relief I seek.

I beg for release, begging for anything to relieve these torturous sensations, but you have no mercy, your cruel, unyielding strokes building my longing to unbearable levels. My mouth hangs open unceasingly, my unintelligible pleas slipping past my gag while my legs continue to jerk helplessly against their restraints in an effort to aydın escort throw myself at you, screaming out my undiluted lust through my bound teeth.

The pressure grows too great and an almost primal scream tears itself free from deep within me, my body shaking violently as I’m pulled further and further towards an overwhelming orgasm, that will leave me breathless and shuddering as I come face-to-face with pure ecstasy once more, drowning in waves of bliss that send me flying into oblivion.

Your teeth clenching into my clit, your tongue slithering over its swollen surface to coax out the explosive climax rushing up into me, your hands gripping my waist, fingers digging into my skin to hold onto me firmly as I ride the wave of sensation climbing higher and higher…

And then it is gone. Your mouth pulls away from me, leaving behind a raw and needy ache. Your hands disappear, yanking off my nipple clamps as a final, brutal goodbye. My whole world spins around me for a moment, my mind unable to comprehend the sudden absence of sensations.

The pain and pleasure is still there, immense momentum threatening to tear me apart, yet it has no direction anymore, no way forward. It just lingers inside me, endless, pointless. Aching for release, but finding nothing but a bitter emptiness where your touch had been only moments before.

A quiet murmur escapes my lips. A whimper follows, desperate for just one last touch, one last touch to make me explode… but none comes; only silence and stillness remain.

You look down at the wreckage of my spent body laying there helpless on the bed, in a puddle of drool, tears, sweat and love juice, my hair fanned out all over the place while my chest heaves erratically. You smirk with pride as you see what you’ve accomplished, my body left weak and limp like some toy doll, thoroughly broken and defiled beyond repair.

“Now, now little kitten, don’t be needy. It’s only Saturday, and we haven’t even properly started our holiday.”

Indescribable fear and anticipation burns deep within me as I realize how much more torment I am about to endure, but it’s too late to regret, I can only limply lay in my restraints and accept my fate.

“Well all this has made me very hungry, I’m off to eat breakfast and get a few toys, I’ll see you later, so don’t go anywhere sweetie…”

Your footsteps are light as air as they carry you out of the room, leaving me alone with your teasing words echoing endlessly through my mind, a tortured smile painting itself around my gag as passion and lust slowly morphs into love and gratitude.

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I stepped out of the shower, beads of water rolled down my neck. I checked the time. There was still one hour until he arrived. The excitement had built up all week and now I was going to explode. I had carefully planned out our session. All I had left to do was get ready.

I dried myself, enjoying feeling clean and smooth. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and flicked on some tunes and turned to the mirror. I pulled out my make up bag and perused my choices, shaking my hips to the beat as I put my eye make up on. Then, I reached for my statement lipstick — Scarlett Moon.

I blew myself a kiss in the mirror. God, this deep red shade made me feel so powerful. I was a Goddess. I was to be worshipped and adored, and to be thanked for every little thing I did to my toys.

I took one final look at myself, then I danced my way down the corridor to my wardrobe. I flicked through my outfits. The first one I considered was my latex skater dress. I pulled it out, held it in front of me, and looked in the mirror. It was a classic, black and shiny, and I knew he loved it.

I threw it on the bed and kept looking. Next, I pulled out my red and black corset. It was a personal favourite with snakes twisting up the side. I trailed my fingers along a snake. It made me feel like a temptress and I did have a new pair of lacy red underwear that would go fabulously with it. And I could wear my knee-high boots. I put it on the bed.

I tapped my long, sharp nails on the wardrobe door, thinking, what would drive my boy toy crazy? Maybe I could just wear matching black lacy bra and panties? I dug out my favourite pair and laid them next to my other two options.

I padded between my outfits, taking my time in choosing. Which made we feel most powerful and sexy? Finally, I decided on my red and black snake corset. I put on my outfit and checked myself out in the mirror. Now here was a woman worthy of worship.

I took another sneak peek into my playroom. It was all ready and waiting. I had set it up last night in anticipation. The pullies were in place, extra rope was laid out, my whips, canes and paddles all hung up on the wall. I pulled on my black silk dressing gown and went downstairs. I checked my phone – fifteen minutes until he arrived.

I had made him do a whole week in chastity, then given him jerk off instruction to ruin himself two days ago, so he would last a bit longer today. I didn’t want him coming as soon he got here. Although, I don’t suppose it would have changed any of my plans if he did.

I watched the time tick by, slowly. Then it was four o’clock time. My ears strained for his knock. I was ready to spring up and greet him.

Nothing.

Five past four. I checked my phone. No missed calls. No new messages. I knew that it was probably traffic, but still, I expected a text. I was his Domme, after all.

Ten past four, still nothing. I was a little annoyed, but I could use this. I could make him very sorry. I grinned, as a warm-up activity appeared in my mind, to ensure he would never be late again.

I heard a knock on the door. I checked the time, four fourteen. Leisurely, I strolled to the door, my heels clicking on the wooden floors. I opened the door.

“You’re late.”

Jason was a massive man, six foot four and built like a mountain. He had curly brown hair that he wore long enough to be pulled. But it was his soft puppy dog eyes that make my heart melt, especially when I see fear flash through them, like right now.

“I’m sorry, Mistress, but…”

“I don’t care why. You have wasted fourteen minutes of my time.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” His handsome face was already red. Jason all but fell to his knees. There is something so wonderful about seeing a massive man on his knees in front of you. He reached for my hand and kissed it, then he bent down and kissed my feet, placing kisses over the tips of my boots, then up the heel. Then he looked up to me, brown eyes pleading me for forgiveness.

“Mistress, I am at your service.”

“Good boy.” I could practically see him wag and suppressed my grin. I clipped on his red leather play collar and commanded adıyaman escort him to strip. Jason stood up, and I watched as he pulled off his tan aviator jacket. Then, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, looking me dead in the eyes. He knew he was sexy. Slowly, he revealed his broad hairy chest.

He folded his shirt and jacket and placed them in the sub’s belongings box, along with the contents of his pockets, except for a key which he held out for me.

“Thank you.” I unclipped my necklace and slid the key on, next to an identical one. Then he slowly unbuckled his brown leather belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. I eyed my prize, snug in his tight black underwear.

Then they were off too. Revealing his metal cock cage. I grabbed it.

“How is my little guy?” I looked up at him.

“Nice and ready, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Make me a coffee, and then come into the living room.”

Jason dipped his head in acknowledgement and strode down the corridor. I turned and watched his muscular butt. Damn, I thought, that booty was sexy. It would be even better later when it was all red and purple.

I went back into the living room and picked up my book. A couple of minutes later, Jason appeared and placed a hot espresso next to me. He then stood to attention, all without uttering a word.

I didn’t look up but reached for the coffee. I took a sip. He had made it well. Jason’s eyes burnt into me, needy for my attention, for my praise, but I withheld it and finished my chapter.

“Hands on the wall, ass out.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

A shimmer of happiness lit up his face. Oh, how I love sadists. So eager to let me beat them. He bounded to the wall. Slowly, I got up and walked over, grabbing a wooden paddle. I gently teased his ass with it.

Then I whispered in his ear, “I want you to know, the only reason I am doing this is because I want to see that cute ass of yours red. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And then you will be punished for being late.”

I had learnt you cannot punish a masochist with pain. But I wouldn’t let that stop me from enjoying his red ass while he endured his real punishment.

I hit him with the wooden paddle. He silently took my whacks. After his ass reddened a bit, I took the paddle in two hands to get a harder hit. I smacked him again. He yelped this time, and I savoured it. I rubbed the paddle on his ass. He moaned. I lifted it away and smacked it again. Finally, once his ass cheeks were rosy red and warm to the touch, I stopped.

Without saying anything, I turned around, sat back in the chair and picked up my book. The silence in the room was electrifying. I knew he was confused as to why I had stopped, but he didn’t dare move or speak. I let him stew.

Eventually, I broke the silence.

“You are to stay like that for 14 minutes.” He sighed, and I knew the punishment was good. He will think twice about being late next time. I set a timer and read my book, grinning to myself at his displeasure. I knew it was an uncomfortable position to hold. Every now and again, I glanced up to check his ass was still stuck out.

The timer went off. I looked up to see Jason turning around.

“HANDS ON THE WALL,” I shouted. Quickly he put his hands back on the wall. “Did I say you could move?” I stood up and walked over to him.

“No, Mistress.”

“Then why did you move?” I placed my hand on his balls.

“I just, um, I just thought…”

“That’s right. You thought.” I squeezed hard. He yelped. I whispered in his ear, “Now what do subs do?” He moaned, which was not an answer, so I bit his ear.

“What their Mistress’s tell them too,” he stuttered as he looked at the floor.

“Louder.” I pulled his desperate face to face mine. His eyes looked straight into me, and I felt him under my control.

“I do what my Mistress tells me to.”

“Better.”

Now I could get on with what I had planned for the evening. My poor boy was in for it.

We made our way upstairs. Him first, me watching that red booty with wiggle. We entered my playroom, and he looked afşin escort around, trying to guess today’s activities.

“Mistress, where do you want me?” I smiled and pointed to the matt under the pully system. Obediently, he walked over. I slid out of my dressing grown. He turned to face me and he subconsciously liked his lips. I smiled to myself.

“Kneel.” He knelt. I tied his hands together with the pully rope. Then pulled on the other side, and he stood up as the rope pulled him up. Then, I spread his legs with a spreader bar. I took a step back to admire his stretched out body. His biceps bulged, holding him up.

He wasn’t quite stretched enough, and I pulled on the pull rope, forcing his hands a little higher so that it was just uncomfortable for him to stand. I watch his body tense. I licked my lips at his tort muscles. I tied the rope off.

I held his caged cock in my hand. It was straining in its cage. Pushing out the gaps along the sides. I trailed my nails across the exposed parts. He held his body still but threw head to the sky. Pleasure or pain I wondered. Then I chuckled, either suited me.

“Please, Mistress, please, can you release me?”

“I thought you liked being tied up?” I knew he was referring to his cock, but I teased and dug my nails in to his swollen cock. He gasped.

“Yes. No. My cock, please.”

“Your cock?” He looked at me in pain and confusion. I raised my eyebrows, and his eyes twinkled as he understood.

“Please, Mistress, can you release your cock.”

I circled my fingers over the base of his cock. He shuddered. His brown eyes grew, and he started to whimper. It looked so perfect all caged up.

“Please, Mistress. Please can you release your cock.”

I chuckled, enjoying his pleading. Then, I licked from the base of his cock up, over his muscular torso and up to his neck. He trembled under my touch. His gaze was focused on me only.

I took a step back. So I could see all of him, stretch out and spread open. I reached to my necklace and held the key in my hand, spinning it. His begging eyes bored into me.

“And what do I get if I do?” I taunted him.

“Anything, Mistress. You can do anything to your cock.”

“That’s right. I can. Beg me one more time.”

“Please Mistress, release your cock. Please you can do anything you want to it, to me.”

I grinned and bent down over his cock. I grabbed his balls and yanked down. He yelled, and his deep voice echoed off the walls, sending shivers down my spine.

I put the key in the lock of his chastity and released his cock. Now freed, it quickly sprung up to almost its full length, a girthy 7 inches. It was a pretty dick. I slapped it.

“Thank you, Mistress.” I slapped it again.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he repeated. It was almost at its full size now, head budging. I got on my knees and tied his balls with a rope, I held the tail in my hand and pulled. He yelped, struggling to hold himself up as he balls stretched toward me.

Keeping the rope taut, I walked over to where I had tied down the rope holding his hands up. I tied the two ropes together. Now, if his arms dropped, it would painfully tug on his balls. His eye widened at his predicament.

I strode over to my wall of weapons. I felt his eyes on me as I choose. I picked up an elegant crop and tapped it lightly in my palm. I spun on my heels to face him.

“Go on, beg.”

“Please hit me, Mistress.”

I smiled.

“Where?” I watched as he faced the dilemma of guessing what I wanted.

“My balls.” It was a good answer.

I stepped forward, and he tilted his head down to look at me, careful to not pull down with his hands. I took his balls in my free hand and massaged them gently. He groaned and closed his eyes. Then I lifted the crop and brought it down fast.

“Ahhhh.” His cry filled the room, but he managed to hold still.

I brought it down again, harder.

“Ahhh.” This time, his stretch body contorted with the pain, and my pulley system worked, tugging at his balls. He quickly held his hands back up.

I released a flutter afyon escort of hits on the head of his cock.

“Please, Mistress,” he cried between grunts of pain.

“Please, Mistress, harder?” I suggested.

“No, please. Please.” I hit harder. His face was red and twisted in pain as he tried to stay still. I licked my lips. I kept going. He was no longer speaking just saying ‘ah’ over and over. He jerked around and pulled his balls. He managed to straighten himself and I stopped.

I moved around him and cropped his ass, leaving behind neat red squares. I’d get the cane later. I love to mark my boys.

He whimpered, and I took a step closer, so our bodies touched and wrapped my arms around him.

“Hush, now. Is this not want you wanted?”

I could feel him hold himself higher because he wanted it. I kissed his back, breathing in his musky scent. He melted back into me. He was mine. As I stepped away, he whimpered. I knew he couldn’t see me, so I smacked the crop between his legs, hitting his balls hard. He pulled down on the rope.

He yelled again as his balls were tugged forward. He panted, straightening up.

“Yes, Mistress, this is what I wanted.”

“So, you should be thanking me for being so generous then?”

“Yes, thank you, Mistress. Thank you for hurting me.”

I stroked his back with the crop, sending shivers down his spine.

I walked round to his front again. His pleading eyes begged me to stop but his hard leaking cock begged more. I lifted my foot and carefully balanced it on the rope leading to his balls. I looked into his eyes and I stepped down. He howled as I held it, his face contorted with pain. He fell forward, only supported by the rope on his hands. I let go, and the rope remained taut. He struggled to return to his upright position. Sweat dripped down his face.

“Having fun, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

“Good, I like my toys to be grateful.” I held the crop against his face. I gave it a playful tap. Then I walked back over to my impact toys. It was time to make that ass sore. I grabbed the cane and turned to see the panic in his eyes. Boy, was he a sight, his muscles taut, his face caught between panic and desire. I held the cane under his chin.

“Ready?” I trailed it down his body, then over his cock, he twitched beneath me.

I took a step to the side and released a fury of whacks to his ass and thighs. He jolted backwards and forwards, howling. First from the cane, then from the tug of his balls. I did it over and over. Tears streamed down his face. I kept going. He could make it stop if he wanted.

Eventually, I came to a stop. He hung from his hands whimpering as his balls pulled forwards, his legs weak. His face was red and tear-stained.

I stepped before him. There was come over the mat, and I wondered when he had orgasmed. I hadn’t even noticed, too much in a trance of my own.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he managed.

I smiled.

I released his balls, and he sank to his knees, then I released his hands. I was so worked up. I pulled my panties down.

“Lick.” I guided his head to my swollen clit. He lapped. Every lick sent me reeling. I pulled his hair and lifted my leg, hooking it over his shoulder. His hand held my ass and pulled me closer to his face. I moaned, and he licked harder and faster.

“Yes,” I cried, thrusting into him, no longer able to control myself. I felt him struggle to hold me.

“Stop. Lie down.”

Obediently, he lay down, grimacing as his ass touched the mat. Unfortunately, his dick was still soft, so I opted for his face. I straddled it, he stuck out his tongue, and I sunk down on his face. I grided against on it, holding my breast as I pushed my clit hard against his tongue.

“Oh fuck, yes.” I thrusted harder into him becoming lost in my own pleasure.

“Right there, good boy.”

My moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls. I felt my body twist and shudder as I started to orgasm. Jason’s hands gripped me holding me tight to his face. He carried on licking. I threw my head back and realised a primal cry of pleasure. Jason’s tongue flicked, extending my orgasm extended for what seemed like an eternity.

Then, I was lying next to him, catching my breath. I twisted my head to see he was looking at him.

“Good boy,” I muttered as I turned to nuzzle into his chest. He wrapped his big arms around me, and we lay.

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“Mrs. Perry, your resume is very impressive,” said Alex Cabrera. “You graduated from Barnard. You have worked for two Fortune 100 firms. You are proficient in the entire MS Office suite–including Excel–you are proficient with Quickbooks, you are familiar with Disco, Lexis, and Relativity. You may be over-qualified for this position.”

“Thank you, sir,” Dominique Perry replied. “I assure you my qualifications are matched by my work ethic. I will work as hard for your company as I have for both of my previous employers.”

“I appreciate that, Mrs. Perry. But if you don’t mind, could you explain to me why you would leave a firm like Harrison’s to come and work for our small shop? It seems like a major step down from where you have been.”

“Of course. I get that question all the time. The truth is quite simple. We decided many years ago that my husband’s career would be our priority. He is very successful. I do not have to work. I choose to work because I like to keep busy and I enjoy challenges, but financially, it is not at all necessary. So, when my husband was asked to lead the Miami office, I decided to use the relocation as a means to accomplish a complete change of scenery and continue my career in a less stressful environment. My placement consultant advised your firm as a quality place to work in a competitive but relaxed atmosphere. I knew immediately this was the right firm for me.”

“Well, Mrs. Perry, you are certainly an exceptional candidate. We will contact your references and I will circulate your resume to the other partners, and unless something unexpected is uncovered in the due diligence process, I am confident in stating the job is yours. Expect to hear back from us in about a week.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cabrera, I will be looking forward to hearing from you soon.”

Dominique rose from her seat across from Alex’s desk. Alex walked her to the door and handed her off to the temporary secretary seated at the desk outside his office.

“Miss Walker, will you give Mrs. Perry a tour of the office please?”

“Yes, sir. Your 4:00 appointment is waiting in the lobby. Should I send her in?”

“There’s another one? I thought Mrs. Perry was the last applicant.”

“There was a late addition.”

“Well, send her home. I think we have found the perfect candidate.”

“Sir, she’s been waiting for three hours. There was a typo in the email, and as a result I double booked the 1:00 appointment. I think you should at least meet with her.”

“Alright. Give me ten minutes to return some phone calls, and then send her in.”

“Yes, sir.”

Alex listened to his voice mails and returned two calls. He was about to return a third call when he was interrupted by the temporary secretary.

“Yes?” he said into the phone.

“Sir, it has been ten minutes,” Miss Walker answered. “Are you ready for the final candidate.”

“Alright. Send her in please.”

The door opened and the temp led the applicant into the room.

“Mr. Cabrera,” Miss Walker announced, “this is Dolores Espinoza.”

The temp turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Alex looked up from his screen and saw the candidate for the first time. She had glossy black hair which hung just past her shoulders. She wore bright red lipstick and a generous amount of shadow around her eyes. Her tawny beige skin was covered by a floral print sheath dress that stopped half-way between her crotch and her knees. The synthetic fabric was stretched to the limit, barely containing her curves while simultaneously covering her entire body yet revealing everything. The outline of her bra and panties were visible through the fabric. Alex looked up when he caught himself staring at the hint of nipple protruding through the tight bodice of the dress. By that time, however, he had already taken in her ample bust, wide hips, round butt, and smooth, sturdy thighs.

Alex stood up and stepped out from behind his workstation. He instantly regretted that action, as he realized his arousal was no longer concealed by the sturdy oak desk.

“Hello, Ms. Espinoza,” he said. “Thank you for coming in. I understand you have been waiting for a while. I apologize for the scheduling error.”

“No problem, Mr. Cabrera,” she answered in a husky, heavily accented voice. “I’m grateful that you took the time to meet with me. And it’s Mrs. Espinoza, but you can call me Dolores. My name is Dolores, but everyone calls me Lola.”

“Very well, Mrs. Espinoza. Do you have a copy of your resume for me?”

“Yes, I do.”

Dolores reached into her leather attaché and pulled out a single sheet of paper which she handed to Alex.

“Thank you, Mrs. Espinoza,” he said. “Please have a seat while I take a second to look this over. Ordinarily, I have a chance to review an applicant’s credentials prior to the interview, but you were a late addition.”

“No problem,” she replied as she lowered herself into the chair.

Alex scanned the one-page resume, looking up only when Dolores crossed her legs. Despite her best attempt at modesty, she nonetheless flashed acıbadem escort him a brief view of her panties. Alex gulped, then looked down again. He studied the sheet much longer than otherwise necessary to consume the sparse background it revealed.

“Mrs. Espinoza, if I’m reading this correctly, your last job was with the Walker Simmons firm. Is that right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you left that job fifteen years ago?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What have you been doing since you left that position?

“Raising my children. My husband — ex-husband — and I decided that I would stay home with the children until they were out of school.”

“I see. Are they? Out of school, I mean?”

“My son — the oldest of the two — is in college. My daughter is a senior in high school.”

“I see. Not that it matters, but where does your daughter go to school?”

“Pinecrest.”

“And your son?”

“FIU.”

“Very good. Can you tell me more about yourself, Mrs. Espinoza?”

“Where would you like me to start, Mr. Cabrera?”

“Where are you from? Where were you born?”

“So you want the whole story?”

“Just the important parts, please.”

“OK. Well, I was born in Guadalajara, Mexico. At nineteen I left and emigrated to the United States–Texas. I lived in San Antonio for five years. I got a job at First National Bank. That’s where I met my husband. He was the branch manager. I was his secretary. I got pregnant, so we got married. A few years later he got an offer as a loan officer for Citibank, but they wanted him in their downtown Miami office. So, we moved to Miami. That’s when I went to work for Walker, Simmons as a secretary. I got pregnant again and went on maternity leave. While I was out, he decided I would stay home until the children were out of school. I agreed, although I really didn’t have much choice in the matter. Five years later I caught him fucking his secretary and filed for divorce. I got child support and ten years of alimony payments. But the alimony has run out and he stopped paying child support for my son when he turned eighteen, so now I’m forty-two, broke and looking for work. I think those are the important parts of my story. Would you like to hear more?”

“Just one thing. Are you authorized to work in the United States?”

“Of course. I already told you I worked at the bank and Walker Simmons.”

“Let me be more precise. You were born in Mexico. Are you a citizen or permanent resident?”

“Yes, I am resident for twenty-three years.”

“Do you have a green card?”

“Oh, that’s what you want to know. Yes, I got my green card while I was still married to Antonio.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“That’s more than enough background. Let’s talk about why you are here.”

“OK.”

“Why did you apply for this position, Mrs. Espinoza?”

“I told you. I need a job.”

“Of course, but why this job? You could apply anywhere.”

“This is not the only position I have applied for, Mr. Cabrera. But this is the first interview I have been to. I applied here because I need a job and this position matches my qualifications. The location is convenient for me, and the hours work well for my schedule.”

“Alright, let’s move on. Mrs. Espinoza, what motivates you to do a good job?”

“What motivates me? Bills. Living expenses. Eating. I need to pay my bills. I need money to live on. The paycheck is all the motivation I need. No matter what other people may tell you, money is the real motivation for anyone looking for work.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Espinoza. I appreciate your candor. Now tell me, what would you bring to the office that sets you apart from other candidates?”

“Well, let’s see. I have superior people skills. I can manage others, and they don’t resent me. You know how some supervisors are assholes and everybody hates them, and it creates a negative work environment? That doesn’t happen with me. People like to be around me. They do what I ask because I don’t make them feel like I am ordering them around. That’s one. What else? OK, here’s another. I am persistent. When you need something done, I won’t stop until it’s completed. When you need to get someone on the phone or a meeting with someone important, I get them. Every time. I don’t give up until you get that meeting. If I run into a wall, I find a way to get over it, around it, or I to smash through it.”

“That’s very interesting, Mrs. Espinoza. Now tell me, what qualities do you consider important in a secretary?”

“Good question. I’d say hardworking. Honest. Flexible. Dedicated. Reliable. Good listener. Hmm. Oh, loyal. That’s probably most important. And protective, that’s important too.”

“Let’s talk about some of these qualities. Hardworking speaks for itself, I suppose, but why is honesty important in a secretary?”

“Honesty is important in every relationship, and especially in the relationship between a boss and secretary. How can there be trust if there is no honesty?”

“Fair enough. You also said loyalty adana escort is most important. Why is loyalty so important?”

“Well, loyalty relates to trust. You need to know that your secretary is someone who is going to have your back. You know what I mean? When you cannot be disturbed, the secretary has to guard your time and space so you can do what needs to be done without interruption. A good secretary is a barrier between you and everyone who wants a piece of you.”

“That’s an interesting way to look at things. OK, let’s move on.”

“Sure.”

“Let’s talk about your qualifications. How would you rate your computer skills, Mrs. Espinoza?”

“Excellent.”

Dolores shifted her position in her chair and re-crossed her legs, giving Alex another brief glimpse of her white satin panties.

Alex caught the show between Dolores’s legs. He looked up quickly, but he felt his cock stir nonetheless.

“Can you elaborate?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, go on.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tell me about your computer skills. Why do you rate them as ‘excellent?'”

“Of course. I type at eighty words per minute. I can create and edit MSWord documents. Is that what you mean?”

“Yes, go on.”

“Well, I am very good at making Facebook accounts. I create content for Instagram, TikTok, and Youtube. I–“

“Mrs. Espinoza, I’m not so interested in your social media. Please describe for me your proficiency in computer skills relevant to the office environment.”

“What do you mean?”

“Alright, let’s do it this way. Are you familiar with the Microsoft Office Suite? Other than MSWord?”

Dolores fidgeted in her seat. She stuck her thumbnail in her mouth but, resisted the urged to bite and instead removed it. She took a deep breath and re-crossed her legs.

Alex gulped as he took in the slow motion game of peek-a-boo taking place in front of him.

“Mmmmm yes,” Dolores answered.

“Which programs?”

“Mmmmm all of them, I would say.”

“You don’t sound too sure of yourself.”

“Oh, I’m sure Mr. Cabrera.”

“OK. So you can create, edit, and publish Power Point slides?”

“Um, I believe so.”

“You can work with Excel spreadsheets?”

“Ah, sure.”

Dolores found her thumbnail in her mouth again. She started to bite down, but removed it before it snapped.

“Really? You can create formulas and input data on spreadsheets, and create graphs in various styles to illustrate the results?”

“Um, of course.”

“What about scheduling? Are you familiar with calendaring and scheduling software?

“Yes.”

“Which ones?

“Ah…all of them.”

Dolores re-crossed her legs. This time she drew out the process as long possible before planting her heel in the carpet beneath her chair.

Alex felt his cock rising again, but bit his lip to get the image out of his mind.

“All of them?” he stammered.

“Well, most. Which one do you use?”

“Never mind. Let’s move on. How about billing software? Can you use billing software?”

“Quickbooks…and another one. I can’t recall the name at this moment.”

“Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Espinoza. We will be in touch if we need any more information from you. Stop and see the receptionist on your way out so she can validate your parking.”

“Are we done? Is the interview over? I’m not finished telling you my qualifications.”

“I’ve heard enough, Mrs. Espinoza. Like I said, we will be in touch if need anything further. Good day.”

“Mr. Cabrera, I need this job. I can’t leave without a job.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs. Espinoza. I’m sure with your skills that you will find something soon.”

“You have no idea of my skills, Mr. Cabrera, but you are about to find out.”

Dolores stood up and walked around the desk. She knelt in front of Alex and rested her hands on his knees.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked.

“I’m going to show you my skills, Mr. Cabrera. Lay back and enjoy.”

“This is improper, Mrs. Espinoza.”

“You can call me Lola.”

“Lola, the door is unlocked. Anyone could walk in.”

Her left hand slid his right leg, stopping at his crotch. A second later her right hand slid up his left leg. Both hands met at his balls.

“I don’t care. I’m a divorced woman. I can suck any dick I want. And I’m quite good at it, by the way, as you are about to find out.”

“I could have you escorted out of my office and ejected from the building.”

“You could, but you won’t. You’re hard as a rock. You’ve been thinking about fucking me since the moment I walked into your office.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” she asked.

Lola pulled down Alex’s zipper and reached into his pants. She pulled out his erect cock and held it in both hands.

“See? You’re fully erect. There’s nothing you want more than my mouth on your cock. Hire me, and I’ll give you the best blow job you’ve ever had in your entire life.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I swear it.”

“Start sucking.”

Lola puckered her lips and kissed the adapazarı escort engorged head of Alex’s cock. She felt the thick shaft pulse in her hands. Her confidence soared as she opened her mouth and let her red lips slide down until the entire head was in her mouth.

Alex slid down in his chair, raised his hips, and buried his hands in Lola’s thick black hair. Lola looked up and saw Alex’s head tilted back and his eyes closed.

“Look at me,” she demanded. “Look into my eyes. Look at my mouth on your cock. Watch me drain the cum from your balls.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” Alex moaned as he met her smoky brown eyes with his.

Lola pushed her dress down around her shoulders, freeing her breasts from the confines of her lace bra. She nestled Alex’s balls in one hand and grasped his erect shaft with the other. She looked into his eyes as she inched her lips down his cock. She paused for a second, and then raised her head from his lap.

“You have a nice dick,” she purred. “Nice size. Nice shape. I’ll bet it tastes good, too. Watch me devour it.”

Lola tilted her head downward, and then wrapped her lips around the head once more. She lowered her mouth down the shaft one inch at a time until her lips were less than an inch from his groin. She felt his pubic hair tickling her nose, and then she plunged her mouth down to swallow the final inch. She did not stop until her lips were pressed against his lower abdomen. She held that position for several seconds, fighting to suppress the gag reflex as streams of saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth onto the carpet below.

Alex gasped. His fingers tightened around the locks of hair he was clutching with both hands. His hips rose from the seat of their own volition, forcing his cockhead even deeper into the Lola’s mouth. The purple head banged into the back of her throat. She tilted her neck, opened her mouth a little wider, and drove the fleshy shaft even deeper into her throat.

“Mmmmm,” Alex groaned. “You really can suck a cock. I’m impressed.”

“Impressed enough to give me the job?” Lola looked up.

“I can get my cock sucked any time I want, and I don’t have to worry about a Title VII lawsuit.”

Undaunted, Lola stood up, clutched the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her hips and ass so that the entire garment was bunched around her waist. She pulled off her thong panties and tossed them in Alex’s face. She paused to insert two fingers into her dripping pussy, and then wiped them across Alex’s mouth. She turned her back toward him and lowered her crotch onto his lap, impaling herself on his rigid, upright cock.

“That’s a nice fit, don’t you think?” Lola purred.

She leaned back against Alex’s chest, and then lifted her hips a few inches before lowering them to his lap.

“Do you feel how juicy I am?” Lola asked. “Isn’t it nice and tight?”

“Mmmmmmmmmm” Alex groaned again.

He cupped her heavy breasts in his strong hands–the soft flesh spilled from his outspread fingers. He pinched her prominent brown nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ouch,” Lola groaned. “Do that again.”

Alex squeezed her nipples again, then shifted his focus. He nuzzled his face into her neck, burrowing through her thick black hair so that he could kiss and nibble the neck pressing against his face. He inhaled first the clean, floral scent of her shampoo, and then he detected the musky aroma of her perfume. His mind was overwhelmed by the assault on his senses–the aroma of her hair and perfume, the taste of her pussy juicy on his lips, the beauty of her womanhood, and the feel of her breasts in his hands and most of all, her pussy sliding up and down on his cock.

Feeling that she was in control, Lola stood up and sauntered over to the leather sofa in front of the fortieth story window on the opposite side of the room. She paused when she reached the sofa. With her back turned to Alex, she bent at the waist, pointing her meaty ass cheeks in his direction. She unfastened the straps on the back of her high heeled sandals, stood upright, and stepped out of them. She pushed her dress to the floor and stood totally naked, looking out of the high-rise window.

Lola shifted her weight from her right leg to her left, looked over her shoulder in Alex’s direction, puckered her lips and blew him a kiss.

“See anything you like?” she asked.

Alex shifted in his seat. His erect cock was sticking straight up from his pants, throbbing and glistening with Lola’s juice.

Lola sat on the couch. She spread her legs wide, resting the left leg on the sofa and the right leg on the floor. She reclined all the way back on the sofa and slipped one hand to her crotch, spreading her pussy lips with two fingers.

“Come over here and kiss me,” she teased, pointing to her pussy, “right here.”

Lola slipped two fingers into her slit. She withdrew them, glistening with juice. She parted her red lips and stuck her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.

Alex’s cock throbbed again. He groaned, stood up, and walked across the room.

“That’s a good boy,” Lola cooed. “Lick my juicy pussy.”

Alex stood up and removed his clothes, folding his shirt and pants and leaving them on his desk. He kicked his shoes, socks and underwear into a pile beneath his desk. He walked across the room toward Lola. A sly grin appeared on his face as he approached her.

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Vorwort der Autorin:

Der Geist ist willig — aber das Fleisch ist schwach

Es ist Mittwochmorgen und ich bin wegen der Auflage auf der Couch, auch heute, beim Aufstehen nicht so gerädert. Alles wegpacken, Frühstücken und ab geht’s zum Bahnhof. Auf dem Vorplatz des Bahnhofs steht ein Auto, und als ich daran vorbei gehen will, ruft eine Frau „Marina”. Wie elektrisiert bleibe ich stehen und sehe Lady Katharina in dem Mercedes. Ihr Lackmantel ist geöffnet und ich sehe, dass sie einen Bullet-Bra trägt, der rote Lederrock ist etwas hochgerutscht, sodass ich den Ansatz ihrer Strümpfe sehen kann. Heute trägt sie keine Stiefel, sondern schwarzglänzende Pumps. „Hallo Marina, wenn du zu mir ab heute Lady Katharina sagen willst, dann steige sofort ein, ansonsten gehe einfach weiter”.

Was tue ich? Ich bin wie willenlos und steige tatsächlich ein, weil ich eine unbändige Erregung in mir spüre. Kaum sitze ich, hält sie mir ihre Hand vor den Mund und ich hauche ohne Worte einen Handkuss darauf. Im nächsten Moment gibt sie mir eine leichte Ohrfeige „Guten Morgen Lady Katharina” heißt das. Sofort sage ich leise „Guten Morgen Lady Katharina”. Dann greift sie mir in den Schritt, oh Gott sie hat meinen Hoden in der Hand „So, noch hast du zwei Möglichkeiten, entweder gehst du zur Telefonzelle und meldest dich krank und steigst wieder ein, oder du läufst zu deinen Zug und fährst zur Arbeit, also steige aus und entscheide dich”.

Nach dem Aussteigen bin ich nicht in der Lage klar zu denken, dieser übermächtige devote Trieb in mir lässt mich nicht zur Arbeit fahren, sondern zur Telefonzelle gehen und wieder bei Lady Katharina einzusteigen. Im nächsten Moment fährt sie bis zum Ende des leeren Parkplatzes und hält dort wieder an. „Du weißt noch, dass ich dich an der Leine haben und immer aufs übelste beschimpfen werde?” „Ja Lady Katharina”. „Sehr schön du perverse Drecksau, also mache deine Hose auf und hole deine Eier raus”. Ich bin geschockt und reagiere nicht sofort. „Wird’s bald” bekomme ich zu hören und komme der Aufforderung nach. Lady Katharina greift um meinen Hoden und schnallt einen kleinen Ledergurt mit Leine darum, dann führt sie ein kleines Schloss durch ein Loch an der Schnalle und schließt ab. Die Leine behält sie in der Hand, damit aber nicht genug, denn nun legt sie mir noch ein Hundehalsband mit Ziernieten um, das auch mit einem Schloss gesichert wird. „So du geile Schwanzhure, jetzt habe ich dich an der Leine” mit den Worten zieht sie dreimal an der Hodenleine. „Deine Jacke kannst du auf dem Schwanz liegenlassen” sagt sie und fährt los.

„Wo wollen wir denn hin” frage ich und spüre plötzlich einen scharfen Ruck an meinem Hoden. Du sprichst nur, wenn ich es will”. Eine dreiviertel Stunde später fahren wir in Altona in eine Tiefgarage. „Ziehe die Leine in der Hose nach ober, mache deine Hose zu, und ziehe die Leine über dem Gürtel raus dann steckst du sie in deine linke Jackentasche” fordert meine Herrin, dann steigen wir aus.

Ich gehorche wie ein Roboter, während wir die Tiefgarage verlasen und dann eine Änderungsschneiderei betreten.

Lady Katharina holt hier nur eine Corsage ab und dann gehen wir ca. 100 m weiter und betreten einen Laden mit schwarzer Fassade „Tarotkarten und Weissagungen”.

„Hallo Katharina, ich denke du bist in Urlaub” ruft die Inhaberin überrascht aus. „Den musste ich unterbrechen Ramona. In der Klinik sind drei Ärzte ernsthaft erkrankt, daher muss ich OP-Vertretung übernehmen”. „Und wen hast du heute mitgebracht?” fragt die sehr dunkel geschminkte Frau in einem bodenlangen schwarzen Umhang, die zur Begrüßung auf uns zukommt.

„Das ist das Schwanzmädchen Marina von der ich dir erzählt habe”. „Die ist ja süß, willst du mit ihr heute nach oben Katharina?” „Ja, das hat sich ganz kurzfristig ergeben und ich bin heiß darauf”. „OK.” sagt Ramona und hängt ein Schild „Bitte klingeln und warten — komme aus der zweiten Etage” an die Tür und schließt ab. Dann gehen wir in einen Nebenraum, wo ich mich ausziehen soll, und Ramona ihren Umhang ablegt. Darunter trägt sie ein hochgeschlossenes, knielanges vorn geschlossenes Seidenkleid, schwarze Strümpfe und flache Schuhe. Dann habe ich mich entkleidet und Lady Katharina zieht mich an der Leine hinter sich her in die zweite Etage.

Rote Wände, schwarze Ledersessel, seltsame schwarze und verchromte Möbel oder Gestelle. Sie zieht mich an die Wand, wo ich X-förmig mit Hand- und Fußmanschetten konya travesti fixiert werde. Dann steht Ramona vor mir, greift sich mit ihren schwarzlackierten, langen, spitzen Fingernägeln meine Brustwarzen und drückt mit ihrem Knie mehrmals gegen meine Hoden, dabei sieht sie mir in die Augen und sagt, während sie an meinen Brustwarzen dreht, gefährlich leise „Deine Nippel sind ja schon was, aber deine Titten müssen noch größer werden”. Sie zwirbelt meine Nippel jetzt mit ihren Fingernägeln „Mach dein Maul auf” und spuckt mir in den Mund. „Runterschlucken — und wenn ich wiederkomme, nennst du mich Herrin Ramona und begrüßt mich wie es sich gehört”.

Ungefähr 10 Minuten später sind die beiden wieder in diesem roten Raum und stehen in oberschenkellangen schwarzen Stiefeln mit Sporen, und schwarzen Lederminis vor mir. Lady Katherina hat nur ein weißes Taillenmieder und einen weißen Bullet-Bra mit Löchern für ihre Brustwarzen als Oberteil, Herrin Ramona trägt einen Weißen BH ouvert und eine schwarze, durchsichtige Chiffonbluse, die sie in der Taille zugeknotet hat.

Sie lösen die Karabinerhaken an den Manschetten, und ich küsse, auf allen vieren, zur Begrüßung der beiden Damen ihre Stiefel. Herrin Ramona lässt nun eine Stange per Flaschenzug von der Decke runter und Lady Katharina zieht mich mit der Leine genau darunter „So du Miststück, recke die Arme nach oben”. Dann sind die Manschette an der Stange befestigt und die wird hochgezogen, bis ich nur noch auf den Zehen stehe. Jetzt steht Herrin Ramona mit der, vorhin abgeholten, Unterbrust-Corsage hinter mir, legt sie mir um und zieht hinten die Schnüre zu. Lady Katharina sitzt auf einem Sessel davor und streichelt beim Zusehen ihre hervorstehenden, steifen Brustwarzen.

Herrin Ramona reißt ein Paket Strümpfe auf und sagt zu mir „Hebe dein linkes Bein an”, sie zieht mir einen schwarzen Nylonstrumpf an und befestigt ihn an die Corsage. Während Herrin Ramona mir anschließend auch den zweiten Strumpf anzieht, hat Lady Katharina sich die Leine gegriffen und verwöhnt ihre geschwollene Klitoris mit einer Hand und dem Leinen-Griff.

In der Zwischenzeit hat Herrin Ramona aus einem Schrank auch noch ein paar Pumps geholt, und ich, immer noch an der Stange hängend soll in beide hineinschlüpfen. Oh mein Gott, die haben ja mörderisch hohe Absätze — und ich sehe, dass sie auch noch mit kleinen Schlössern gegen unerlaubtes ausziehen gesichert werden.

Plötzlich sagt meine Lady „Ramona, sieh mal auf den Boden, diese Drecksnutte kleckert vor Geilheit. Dreh sie um, mit dem Arsch zu mir und dann lasse die Stange ab, bis ich Stopp sage”. Lady Katharina steht plötzlich vor mir und drückt meinen Kopf nach unten bis mein Oberkörper waagerecht, und meine Arme nach hinten, hoch an der Stange hängen. Dann holt sie etwas aus einem Schrank und setzt sich wieder in den Sessel, zieht sich einen Gummihandschuh über und cremt ihn ein, bevor sie mir einen Finger in den Po steckt. „Ramona, diese geile Nutte ist noch Jungfrau” sagt sie, während ihr Mittelfinger immer tiefer reingeht. Und mir wird ganz komisch „Lady Katharine ich muss dringend aufs WC”.

Sie lacht hell auf „Du Miststück machst jetzt die Beine breit, denn du wirst wirklich müssen”. Ich spüre ihren Finger, langsam rhythmisch kreisend, massierend und drückend — und mir wird immer merkwürdiger. Nun lachen beide Frauen denn das Sperma läuft in Strömen aus meinem halbsteifen Penis. Erst als nichts mehr rausläuft, zieht Lady Katharina ihren Finger aus meinem Po „Das habe ich dir Nutte doch versprochen, ich melke dich, ohne dass du einen Orgasmus bekommst, aber dadurch noch geiler wirst. Jetzt gehe weiter runter auf die Knie und lecke dein Sperma auf, Ramona lässt dich so weit runter, dass du mit dem Kopf auf den Boden kommst, und ich helfe dir, indem Ich deine Eier quetsche, wenn du dabei zu langsam bist”.

Herrin Ramona löst mich von der Stange, setzt sich breitbeinig auf meinen Rücken und krallt ihre Fingernägel in meine Brustwarzen, während Lady Katharina, im Sessel sitzend, meinen Hoden fest in der Hand hat. Ich lecke, ohne zu denken, denn ich habe keine Chance, bin hilflos – ausgeliefert.

Plötzlich piept etwas in Lady Katharinas Handtasche. Sie sagt „Verdammt — Ramona, ich muss mal in der Klinik anrufen” und geht zum Telefon. Kurz darauf kommt sie schimpfend zurück und setzt sich auf einen freistehenden Stuhl „Komm zu mir du notgeiles Etwas und lege dich über meine Kniee damit ich dir den Arsch versohlen kann. Das macht keine Probleme, weil du bei deinen lesbischen Freundinnen sowieso grundsätzlich eine Miederhose tragen musst. Ich gehorche und sie fordert „Deine Eier mit der Leine zwischen meine Beine. Ramona ziehst du die Leine bitte unter meinen Stiefeln durch und dann wieder hoch in meine linke Hand”,

Lady Katharina zieht dann die Leine straff und schlägt mit ihrer rechten Hand abwechselnd auf meine linke und rechte Pobacke. Auch mit Worten lässt sie ihren Ärger raus „Ich muss in drei Stunden am OP-Tisch stehen – Urlaub ade — Klatsch, klatsch, klatsch – grenzenloses Vergnügen heute auch ade — Klatsch, klatsch, klatsch… bestimmt 10 Minuten, denn mein Hintern wird rot und heiß.

„Ramona, hänge die geile Sau wieder auf, ich will wenigsten einmal spritzen”. Ich stehe vorsichtig auf, denn auf 12 cm Absätzen kann ich noch nicht ganz sicher gehen und hänge kurz darauf wieder an der Stange. Lady Katharina hat inzwischen ein Handtuch auf ihren Sessel gelegt und einen Vibrator in der Hand und nun gibt sie Anweisungen „Dreh sie seitlich und beiße in ihre rechte Brustwarze, die linke nimmt du zwischen deine Krallen, Ohjaaa, zieh ihr beide Nippel lang, – und jetzt ziehe ihren Kopf an den Haaren nach hinten und schlage ihr auf die Brustwarzen”. Lady Katharina hechelt und stöhnt, dann lässt sie die Leine fallen und stöhnt „Trete dein Knie gegen ihre Eier — ja — ja — jaa — jaaa, und jetzt spucke der Nutte ins Maul. Bei den Worten sackt sie mit einem schüttelnden Orgasmus zusammen. Danach gehen die beiden Frauen ins Bad.

Ich hänge nicht mehr durch, sondern stehe sicher auf den hohen Absätzen, unterstützt von der Stange, an der ich immer noch fixiert bin. Und auch der Schmerz in den Hoden und an den Brustwarze ist langsam abgeklungen.

Lady Katharina kommt umgezogen wieder zu mir „Marina, du kannst nach Hause fahren, oder auch gern hierbleiben. Es war schön mit dir, ach ja, ich habe dich für drei Tage krankgeschrieben, der Schein liegt bei deinen Sachen. Du ich freue mich schon heute darauf dich wiederzusehen”. Dann geht sie und Herrin Ramona kommt langsam auf mich zu streicht abwechselnd mit ihren Händen, Fingern und Fingernägeln über meine Haut — überall, auch an den harten Brustwarzen. Dann wichst sie langsam meinen Schwanz und sagt dabei „Ich mag dich sehr, mein geiles Schwanzmädchen. Muss ich dich jetzt losmachen und gehen lassen, oder kann ich mich mit dir noch vergnügen?” Dabei spüre ich ihre, jetzt zärtlichen Finger, an meinen Brustwarzen und ihr Knie in meinem Schritt. Vollkommen willenlos, unfähig zum Denken antworte ich „ich würde gern noch bei ihnen bleiben”. „Gut Marina, aber dann werden wir jetzt eine Kleinigkeit essen” dabei macht sie mich los und fordert mich auf ins Hinterzimmer zugehen, wo ich mich an den Tisch setzen soll.

Ich sitze wegen der neuen Unterbrust-Corsage kerzengerade am Tisch, aber ich bewege dabei meine Beine und Füße. Die Fußbetten dieser hohen Pumps haben ganz sicher eine Superqualität, denn ich kann darauf gehen und die Füße brennen nicht, trotz des langen und anstrengenden Stehens. Ich frage mich wieder, was mache ich hier mache und dabei fällt mir ein alter Spruch ein, „Der Geist ist willig — aber das Fleisch ist schwach”. Herrin Ramona kommt wieder ins Zimmer und bringt Bockwürstchen und Kartoffelsalat mit.

Nach dem Essen fordert die Herrin „Komm zu mir du geiles Schwanzmädchen, stelle dich breitbeinig neben meinen Stuhl”. Ich komme der Aufforderung nach und Herrin Ramona greift um meinen Hoden und sieht mir in die Augen „Jetzt werden wir uns ein wenig unterhalten. Du bist also mit lesbischen, zärtlichen Freundinnen zusammen und musst bei ihnen aber immer eine Miederhose tragen, damit dein Schwanz eingesperrt bleibt”. Zögernd sage ich „Ja Herrin”. „Was für ein Glück für dich, das Lady Katharina dir genau das Gegenteil möglich macht. Dein Schwanz und deine Eier stehen hier im Mittelpunkt”. Dabei drückt sie dreimal zu und sagt leise „Pssst”. Dann „Genießt du die Herrschaft von strengen Frauen und gehorchst ihnen, weil dich das glücklich und zufrieden macht?” Mein Gehirn ist vom Kopf wohl in den Schwanz gerutscht, denn der wird immer steifer, und ich sage „Ja Herrin”.

„Das habe ich mir gedacht und macht mich richtig geil, denn ich bin nun ganz sicher, dass du uns häufig um Einlass bitten wirst — aber auch, wenn andere Frauen dabei sein sollten?”

„Damit habe ich kein Problem Herrin Ramona”.

„Das gefällt mir, denn schon heute Nachmittag wirst du weitere Frauen kennenlernen”.

Bei den Worten wichst sie jetzt auch noch mit ihren spitzen Fingernägeln meinen Schwanz.

.„Ich werde dich jetzt über unsere Amazonen aufklären. Mehrere Frauen trafen sich vor Jahren zum Canasta, unterhielten sich auch über die stark eingeschränkte Frauenrechte, und stellten politische Forderungen. Dann brachte Uschi eines Abends ihren Pantoffelheld, einen devoten Hausfreund mit. Er servierte und bediente uns mit einer Servierschürze und Uschi erlaubte uns, ihm bei Tollpatschigkeit und Fehlern auf den PO zu klatschen und ihn zu beschimpfen — weil so ein Wunsch in ihm tief verwurzelt war, und er Uschi darum gebeten hatte, so etwas erleben zu dürfen. Das war nur der Anfang, wir haben uns alle weiterentwickelt — bis zum heutigen dominanten Selbstbewusstsein. Und noch etwas, wegen der jahrhundertelangen Unterdrückung und Demütigung der Frauen, haben wir den Spieß umgedreht und machen das nun mit den Männern, indem wir sie mit Schimpfworten zusätzlich erniedrigen”.

Ich höre schweigend zu, und plötzlich drückt Herrin Ramona meine Eier stärker und zieht mich näher zu sich „Mach dein Maul auf” und spuckt mir wieder in den Mund „Katharina sagte uns auch, dass du gerne kleine Titten hättest, stimmt das?” „Ja Herrin”. „Wunderbar, ich möchte das auch. Dann werde ich deinen Wunsch erfüllen”. Sie lässt meine Eier los, steht auf, geht in einen Nebenraum und kommt mit einer Spritze und einer großen Cremedose zurück Sie desinfiziert die Haut über einem Muskel meines rechten Oberarms und setzt die Spritze an „So mein Schwanzmädchen, das ist deine erste Hormondosis. Für die weiteren musst du dir alle vier Wochen eine Dosis bei mir abholen. Die habe ich immer vorrätig, weil einige Frauen in den Wechseljahren sind und andere sich größere Brüste wünschen. Jetzt massiere ich dir noch eine Östrogen/Gestagen Emulsion auf deine kleinen Titten”. Beim Einmassieren dreht, kneift und zwirbelt sie auch immer wieder meine Brustwarzen.

Als sie fertig ist, blickt nach unten „Du Miststück bist ja schon wieder geil” und zieht mich in den roten Raum. Sofort hängt sie mich wieder an die Stange. „Mach die Beine breit du geile Sau, ich werde dir jetzt das Testosteron aus den Eiern treten” dabei hat sie meine Nippel zwischen ihren Fingernägeln und rammt ihr Knie dreimal in meinen Hoden. Als ich mich nicht mehr winde, drehe, und meine Beine auch wieder auf dem Boden stehen sagt sie „Und jetzt reiß dich zusammen und stell dich nicht wie ein Weichei an, wenn du jetzt meine Stiefel spürst”. Und dann tritt sie zu! Zehn Mal! Danach lässt meine Herrin die Stange herunter, und löst meine Armmanschetten. Ich sehe Sterne und liege noch zusammengekrümmt am Boden, da höre ich ihre Stimme „Willst du dich nicht bedanken du Drecksau? Küsse gefälligst meine Stiefel”. Die Schmerzen lassen langsam nach, und ich? Ich muss einen großen Defekt in meinem Gehirn haben, denn ich krieche zu Herrin Ramona und küsse dankbar und inbrünstig die Stiefel der Herrin, anstatt wütend zu sein und die Flucht zu ergreifen.

„Das reicht erstmal” sagt sie und holt aus einer Vitrine ein Klemmbrett mit einem DIN A 4 Blatt. Sie setzt sich wieder und fordert „Lege dich quer vor den Sessel und gib mir die Leine in die Hand”. Nun zieht sie die Leine straff, stellt ihr rechtes Bein auf meinen verschrumpelten Schwanz und das linke Bein auf meine rechte Brustwarze. Dann sagt sie mir, was sie von Lady Katharina erfahren hat, und für die anderen Amazonen aufschreiben wird „Also du geiles Luder, du bist das

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“Schwanzmädchen Marina”

(Titten werden noch mit Hormonen vergrößert)

Herrin 1. Lady Katharina / Herrin 2. Ramona

Benutzbar von allen anwesenden Damen

Tabus:

Kontakte mit anderen Männern

Toilettenservice

Bitte unbedingt beachten

Quälen mit Schmerzen ist OK aber…

Keine Spuren — Ausnahme leichte Spuren auf dem Arsch

Wichsen und melken ist OK aber…

Orgasmen sind dabei mit allen Mitteln zu verhindern

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„Ist das alles” fragt Herrin Ramona „oder muss ich noch irgendetwas ergänzen?” „Nein, es ist alles richtig” antworte ich gequält, denn die Absätze ihrer Stiefel spüre ich inzwischen sehr schmerzhaft. „Und du bist wirklich noch Jungfrau, dir wurde noch nie etwas in deine Arschfotze gesteckt?” „Das ist richtig Herrin”. „Dann werde ich dir heute als erste deine Jungfräulichkeit nehmen – denn ich will dich unbedingt ficken”.

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