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It was dark outside. I couldn’t see a light in the limited view I had. A faint breeze stirred, cooling the already chill air around me, making me shiver slightly at the gooseflesh it caused. The tears that stained my cheeks caused me to feel cooler than I was, and the breeze accentuated my nakedness. The ropes around my wrists chaffed roughly as I hung suspended from the tree. I’d already been hanging there long enough for me to tire of trying to call for help through the cloth that was tied around my head, gagging me. My arms were exhausted from holding my weight.

How did I get here? Who would do this to me? I didn’t know of anyone who would be so deluded as to hang me from my wrists, bared for any passerby that may chance to wander by. Although if someone happened to be walking through woods like this at this time of night, it should be someone I fear, rather than count on for help. I was going to die that night. Passing coyote, raving lunatic, or left and forgotten… I was never going home. The last thing I remember was walking to my car, relieved to be going home after a long night at work… and then nothing. I woke up in this tree, no sign of life anywhere I could see.

Through the trees he came. I heard the crunch of his boot on leaves before I ever saw him. Tears started to stream out of my eyes, as much as I willed them not to. A primal instinct to survive took over, and my body deemed it tears to appeal to this stranger. He was dressed all in black, a duster flowing around him, his long dark mass of hair concealing his face. He crept behind me, and I could feel his body as it pressed against mine, accentuating my nakedness to his clothed contrast. His rough hands started its route down my body, starting at the ropes around my wrists to test its’ tautness, down my arms, caressing my jawline and travelling to my throat, momentarily tightening and then moving again. Brushing my breasts, feeling my stomach, and down to the warm wetness that ümraniye escort was growing betwixt my legs, much to my shame. How could this man, this man that abducted me, be arousing me in such a manner? I smelled the leather of his duster, felt his hair tickle my shoulders and neck as he rubbed his face along my skin.

“Mine,” he growled out a whisper. “You have always been mine, should have never belonged to anyone else.” My fear heightened as my brain strained to identify his smell, the sound of his voice, and despaired at the lack of a match. The soft touches of his calloused hands grew harder, and he slipped his fingers over my clit, his other hand roughly squeezing my breast. I cried out, and gasped for the air that left me with this mixed sensation of fear and pleasure. “These tits, this warm little pussy; these are mine. How dare you think you could give them to anyone else?” He sunk his teeth into the flesh at my throat, not hard enough to draw blood, yet hard enough to make me whimper. If I hadn’t been suspended from the tree, my knees would have collapsed at the sensations. My brain numbed, and the expanse I had been staring at narrowed to just my captor and I.

His fingers played my clit as if they were made for it, taunting me, teasing me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, keeping me on the brink but not letting me spill over. His teeth travelled to the back of my neck, and I felt his teeth, his tongue, his lips lower down my spine, across my hips, his fingers never leaving my clit alone. Roughly, he bit each ass cheek, and I felt his hands move from my clit to caress my ass, gripping them, spreading them, kneading the soft flesh there. Again, I felt his lips, his teeth, his tongue. He wrapped his hands around each of my thighs and pulled them apart, exposing my wet pussy for his pleasure. There he buried his face, and I felt the delicate flicker of the tip of his tongue against my clit, making pendik escort me gasp and shiver. And then he took more pleasure from me, licking the entirety of my womanhood, dodging his tongue into my pussy, making me quiver as he passed my asshole, and travelled back to my clit again. Harder and harder his tongue seemed to work, his teeth making me shiver as he captured the bits of me, bringing me to the edge again and again, never allowing me release. And suddenly, he slipped his fingers into me, and fucked me with them, his tongue never leaving my clit.

“Now!” he demanded, and it brought me over the edge. The orgasm washed over me, and he drank deep of my juices, demanding more and more of me. “That was a good girl,” he said, and stood. For the first time, I saw his face. The dark eyes, that jaunty curve of his smile through his beard, and I knew him. Flashbacks of a younger time when we were just teenagers, a happier, simpler time… It was him. The one that first captured, then shattered, my teenage heart over a decade ago. That first love. “You belong to me,” he claimed, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling me against him, my wrists rubbing under their ropes. Tears streamed harder, faster, down my face with this sudden, emotional realization. Slowly, he untied the gag in my mouth. I looked at him silently for what seemed an eternity in mixed shock and disbelief.

“It’s you.”

“And now, you are mine once more. And you will follow directions,” he commanded. He lifted me up, instructed me to straddle his waist, and wrapped one arm firmly around me. With his other arm, he produced a knife, and cut the rope from the tree, leaving my wrists bound. “You are mine, not free, but to obey whatever it is I command.”

“Yes,” I breathed. His lips momentarily touched mine, then travelled down my neck and sank into my neck once more. I gasped, gave a small cry, and I could feel the pleasure of the sound kadıköy escort roll off him in waves. Suddenly, I was on the ground, sprawled in the leaves and dirt, staring up at him in pain and disbelief. He yanked on the ropes that held my hands bound, and pulled me to my knees. The hand holding the rope wrapped around my hair, his other hand moved to the button and zipper on his pants, and he pulled his cock out, guiding me to take him in, all of him. There he held me for a moment, the smell of leather from his duster surrounding me and clouding my senses. And then he started to move. Slowly at first, savoring the feeling of my mouth wrapped around his cock. Faster, harder, he moved as he took, and took as he moved. I gagged from lack of break and the length of him as he fucked my mouth, moaning his pleasure softly.

Just as suddenly as I’d been dumped on my ass in the dirt, I was pulled to my feet, and was kissed hard and rough, his beard rubbing against my soft flesh. He spun me around, and pushed me against the tree, and slid his hard cock deep into my pussy with one thrust, claiming me fully in his passion. With the bark biting sadistically into my skin, stinging my soft flesh, he thrust again, and again, his length slamming as far as my body would let him, hurting me and exciting me at the same time. I breathed his name once, and his hand dropped the rope, wrapping around my throat instead, tight enough to ensure I couldn’t speak, his other hand wrapped around my tit as my cheek pressed into the bark, his cock slamming into me again and again. Another orgasm built quickly, his hand moved from my breast and down to my ass, where his thumb pressed against my asshole. A few more hard, swift, borderline painful strokes more, and my pleasure exploded, my pussy tightening around his cock, making him thrust deeper, harder as he fucked me through my orgasm. His hand tightened around my throat as his orgasm built, my bound hands being scraped open on the bark, the moans that could escape my mouth being carried through the night. With one final slam, his cum poured into me, and his weight crushed me into the tree, his panting in my ear.

“And this, this is only the beginning,” he promised.

Written January 2012

Edited November 2018

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I moan softly in my sleep as I dream. My eyelids flutter as my dream becomes more realistic, a tingling between my legs making me move slightly as I moan. My head moves from side to side as the tingling between my legs intensifies. My moans become louder and my heart races as I start to rouse from my sleep, the sensations rolling over my body dragging me to consciousness. I feel the sleep fade from me and realise that the tingling on my clit isn’t fading away with my dream but instead is becoming more insistent. My head moves faster from side to side and my body starts to tense, almost as in orgasm.

Then, suddenly, incredibly, I am torn from my sleep by an orgasm that wracks my entire body.

I feel the waves of the orgasm course over my body even as I am still half asleep. My nipples are swollen, long and hard, while my cunt is gushing. My juices soak my inner thighs and the sheets on which I lie. My toes curl and my head rolls from side to side. Involuntarily, I try to draw my legs up, but I can’t… something is stopping me. Something is holding my legs locked into place.

My eyes snap open at this realisation even as my body continues to spasm and shudder in orgasm. As my body shudders with my pussy spasming and flowing, I smile to see his face watching me. My orgasm subsiding, I smile into his eyes, loving how he chose to wake me. I flex one ankle slightly and look down to discover that he buckled ankle restraints onto my ankles while I slept, the soft leather so supple and the faux fur lining soft against my skin. Rope looped through the D rings stretching to the bottom corners of the bed, taut as it holds my legs in place. I smile at him and see how dark his eyes are with desire, how his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

He smiles slowly at me and I open my mouth to speak but am silenced by the tingling between my legs starting again. I look down in puzzlement and see his hand holding a small toy against my clit, the small round flat bakırköy escort pad humming and tingling against my tender, aroused clit bringing me back to the edge of orgasm almost instantaneously. I jump as the vibrations tease my engorged bud and feel his hand withdraw the vibrator.

His hand reaches up to stroke my hair from my face and he tells me that I am his good girl, his good obedient girl. His thumb rubs over my lips and I kiss his thumb over and again as he caresses me. He tells me not to move and that he is going to give me his pain. I smile up into his face and thank him for the orgasm. I long to touch his face but know not to move until I am given permission. He smiles once more and tells me that I am not to move an inch unless he orders it. I nod mutely at his words and smile as I feel my heart race and my wet pussy clench at the thought of what may be about to come.

I feel his hands loosen the rope holding each ankle cuff in place as he tells me to get on my hands and knees and silently, instantly, I obey and scramble onto my hands and knees on the bed. I feel his hands slide between my legs and adjust my stance, then I hear the clink of metal as he attaches the D-rings on the ankle restraints to the ends of a spreader bar holding my legs in place.

My breath starts to become ragged as the excitement courses through me. I gasp as, without warning, his hand crashes down onto my raised ass cheeks, sending a sting of heat through me and making my elbows buckle. He strokes my ass where he spanked me and tells me I need to do better than that, that my elbows need to hold firm. I nod my head furiously, straightening my elbows and concentrating my mind on staying completely still to please him.

I feel him move from behind me, rising from the bed and standing beside me. I take a deep breath as I wait and then feel something cool stroking my ass. I sigh contentedly, enjoying the sensation of the cool leather on my skin beşiktaş escort and wait for his pleasure. He speaks once more, telling me that I am his good girl, his good slut, and that he is going to make sure I never forget that. I start to nod, but am halted as I hear the sound of something moving at speed through the air. I hiss out a breath as a paddle makes contact with my right ass cheek, and then whisper “One, Master. Thank you.”

I feel one of his fingers slowly trail over the slowly rising welt as I feel my nipples become harder and longer and my cunt grows wetter with need. I breathe deeply, enjoying the sensation of the heat and sting from the paddle flow through me. The paddle is laid flat on my ass as he lines it up for another blow which cracks hard onto my left ass cheek. This time the blow is more savage, harder, biting deeply into my flesh. “Two Master. Thank you.” My words croaked as I try to maintain control of myself as his pain consumes me.

My breathing is becoming faster as I become more and more aroused. I feel his finger trace the outline of the welt. He shows me the paddle, with a cut-out spelling out a word – S L U T. He speaks to me once more “Oh yes… you are indeed my slut” and I nod quickly. His finger traces the letters once more then withdraws seconds before the paddle slashes down onto my ass cheeks over and over and over again; each time I choke out my thanks and each blow is counted. The paddle not falling not in any set rhythm, but at his pleasure.

Twelve strokes. Twelve welts rising on my skin labelling me as his slut. Labelling me as what I am. What I live to be. His slut.

Tears are flowing down my cheeks now as my juices are flowing from my cunt. My nipples and clit are both swollen and tender; I want to beg and scream for more. More of his precious pain. More of his love.

I feel his hands on my ass cheeks. His fingers, gentle on my skin and his palms cause my already heated flesh esenyurt escort to heat even more. I long to thrust against his touch but don’t. My elbows are shaking and I fight to keep them locked. My eyes are closed as I pant for breath.

He pushes me down, my face pressed down and my forearms flat on the sheet. My nipples brush the soft fabric and I groan with desire and need. I hear him chuckle to himself as he sees my reactions to his touch. He runs a finger down my spine, sending tingles through every part of me, goose bumps covering my skin.

His hands move to caress my inner thighs, making me shudder and moan, making my cunt flow with need as his fingers move ever closer to my opening. Then he reaches beneath me, pulling on each nipple in turn before grasping my hand, pulling it down and putting the vibrator into my hand, telling me to put it on my clit and not to move it until ordered.

Gasping for breath, I comply, my hand trembling as I hold the humming pad to my tender clit. My eyes close tightly as I concentrate on obeying. He stands for a few moments watching me, enjoying my obvious need, before moving to the end of the bed, behind me.

My body is shaking as I fight to maintain my position and to control my need for orgasm, knowing that without permission I cannot come. For long seconds I manage, the pad vibrating on my tortured clit. I take a deep breath, controlling my need to come and then feel his breath on my opening for the briefest of seconds before his tongue plunges deep into my wet hole.

And as his tongue slides into me I know I cannot control my orgasm much longer. I beg for permission to come and am rewarded with a long, slow lick of his tongue up my soaking slit before he pulls his head away long enough to bark, “Come now slut!” before slamming his tongue deep into me once more, just as my pussy muscles contract in a spasm of orgasm.

Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me as his tongue delved deep into me. He licked and sucked on my juices as my body shook and trembled. Then as I started to calm, I felt him take the vibrator from my hand and remove the spreader bar before gathering me into his arms and pulling the comforter over us. He whispered into my ear how precious I am to him, how happy he is that I am his slut.

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He stepped out of the limousine and took the lovely hand that reached up to him from within the vehicle. She stepped from the darkness into the bright lights illuminating the parking garage. She of course did not see the light for the hood of her full length black wool cape was pulled down over her eyes and beneath it she was blindfolded. He led her carefully across the walkway and thru the double doors to a private elevator. Her body felt the pull of gravity as they were lifted the twenty floors to the penthouse.

She had no idea where they were going but she wasn’t worried because He was with her. She was where he wanted her to be and that was all she needed to know. The doors slid open and he led her out of the elevator, the sound of many voices alerted her. He spoke softly to someone who called him by name and it was those other hands that lifted her hood from behind and slid the cloak off her shoulders.

Her Master released the knot at the back of her head and slipped the black kerchief into his pocket. She blinked several times to adjust to the light and then noticed a room full of people, staring at her. She promptly blushed and lowered her eyes. He snapped the leash on her slender black leather collar and lead her forward into the crowd. Her hands were at her sides and when He presented her to someone He called Charles, she knelt promptly.

Charles avcılar escort lifted her chin with one finger, Exquisite, the beauty of this feathered creature puts nature to shame. Look at me, he commanded. She met his gaze and returned his kind smile. You had better keep this one close, or she’ll likely be snatched away. Perhaps even by myself. The other man laughed cordially but the slack in her leash was tightened one twist around her master’s hand.

As they moved around the room and she was presented to first this one and then that, every eye noted her costume. While everyone present was wearing at least a mask, she was in a full costume. Her feathered mask of deeply vibrant hues echoed the red of her soft leather corset pulled tight with hot pink laces. The lacy cups that surrounded her breasts barely covered the nipples and accentuated the bright colors of the tattoo that arched over her right areola (a bright green half wreath of leaves with purple rosebuds). Her Master’s initials perched at the top of the arch. Around her waist was a girdle of feathers to match the mask and her long legs were exaggerated by tall red leather boots, the heels of which raised her to nearly the same height as her Master.

When a chime sounded, the entire crowd turned to a circular raised platform in the center of the room. It was wooden and stood bahçelievler escort nearly two feet above the floor. In the center was a table draped in yards and yards of white silk. He signaled and she knelt as did the other submissives in the room. Her eyes were lowered, knees slightly apart and hands resting gracefully on her thighs. She recognized the voice of Charles as the man making an announcement from the stage.

Apparently a contest had been entered by every Master present to choose the submissives of choice for the evening. She wondered what it was all about. His hand slipped down over her soft auburn hair and lifted her chin, her eyes met his. He winked at her and mouthed It will be fun, pet. She relaxed knowing she was safe when he was with her. He directed her to watch the festivities and what she saw excited her, causing moisture to coat the inside of her thighs.

Two submissive beauties were pleasuring each other but as they truly began in earnest, music erupted in the room and most of the crowd began dancing, not paying much attention to the stage. She was enjoying being held in her Master’s arms as they moved about the dance floor when Charles tapped him on the shoulder and simply said, It’s time, my friend. As he walked away her leash was removed from her collar and tucked into His pocket. He led her bahçeşehir escort up onto the platform and she noted the table had been removed.

Instead there were chains hanging from the ceiling. Her Master quickly suspended her, using the chains/small locks/a pole for her arms to rest on and a leg spreader. Within moments she was spread open wide and displayed for all to see, truly flying like a bright erotic bird. He slipped the lace down to reveal her nipples and removed the girdle of feathers from her waist leaving only the golden chain that encircled her lower abdomen. It was adorned only with a small golden disk displaying his initials.

A thick horsehair flogger was handed to him and her body quickened. As the flogger was slapped across her nipples, inner thighs, ass, stomach she arched her back and her juices slid down her thighs and moistened the top of her boots. Her eyes slid closed and she began to concentrate on the heat from the floggers contact, which then traveled across her body. She had to slip into her subspace to keep from climaxing before His time and disgracing Him.

When He saw that she had done Him great honor He tossed the flogger into the air a few inches, catching it by the other end of the phallic shaped handle and drove the leather covered penis deep inside her body. Thrusting one, twice then whispering to his prize pet, Now, now, NOW. she cried out in ecstasy as he continued to thrust into her deeply over and over. The room erupted in applauds and he dropped the flogger, released the chains and carefully caught her into His arms. That night He bathed her thoroughly and massaged her strained muscles. She was his treasure, His Bird of Paradise.

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After he told the girls that they had passed, Chip told them that they needed to formally introduce themselves to the crowd. “Each of you will do the following, one after the other. When I point to you, you will walk to the center front of the stage area. You will then introduce yourself to the crowd by stating your full name and declaring yourself an official member of Pi Pi sorority. After that, you will lay down on your back, spread your legs, and open your pussy as wide as you can. You will tell the crowd that this is the newest official Pi Pi pussy. After that, you will turn around, bend over, and spread your butt open. You will tell the crowd that this is the newest official Pi Pi ass. Finally, you will face the crowd and bend back over into your game position. An “enforcer” will take up a position next to you. You will ask him very nicely to help you sing and dance for the crowd. After you finish your song and dance, you may leave the room. Suzi will call you tomorrow morning and give you instructions for the induction ceremony. So, Jamie you’re first.”

Jamie was shaking as she approached the crowd. She stammered a little as she began to speak. “My n-n-name is Jamie Edwards and I am n-n-now an official member of Pi Pi s-s-sorority.”

After that declaration, Jamie got down on her back and spread her legs. Still shaking a little, she managed to find her pussylips and pull them apart. When she had herself opened nicely, Jamie told the crowd that this was the newest official Pi Pi pussy. After that, she turned her back to the crowd and pulled her ass open. When she had her cheeks spread completely apart, Jamie told the crowd that this was the newest official Pi PI ass.

When she had displayed herself completely, Jamie faced the crowd and bent over. She actually began to shiver. Her butt hurt so bad, she just didn’t want to be paddled again. But she had come this far. There was no way she was quitting now. With a final little stammer she asked the man with the paddle to “p-p-lease make me sing and d-d-dance for the crowd.”

After her request, the “enforcer” pulled his paddle way back. He also turned it over. The special side of the paddle had been saved for this final smack. Each of the paddles had sandpaper glued to one side. Not only that, but the sandpaper had been soaked in rubbing alcohol. The fire the bare wood had caused earlier was going to be nothing compared to the burning this last paddling would start.

About one second after Jamie finished her request, the sandpaper paddle smacked into her behind. Not only did the paddle smack right into those red hot buns, but the sandpaper rubbed right into the already scraped behind. When the paddle pulled back, it left alcohol in each of those nice red scrapes.

When the paddle hit, Jamie screamed to wake the dead. She shrieked and jumped and rubbed. Jamie tried desperately to put out the fire in her behind. But she couldn’t do it. The more she rubbed, the more it burned. Jamie just kept hopping and screaming. She actually started yelling that her bottom was on fire. The audience members were almost falling out of their chairs, they were laughing so hard. Jamie was actually hopping through the audience and rubbing that incredibly red bottom. Finally, after almost three full minutes, Jamie managed to at least stop hopping around. Her behind burned terribly, but she managed to get dressed. After that, she dashed out of the room, rubbing her bottom the whole time.

As Jamie was dressing, Chip called Toni’s name. Toni walked center stage and did her little speech. “Hi, I’m Toni McGhee and I’m now an official member of Pi Pi Sorority.” After that, Toni properly displayed her pussy and ass. Then it was time for the last part. Toni wasn’t too sure about this part after watching Jamie’s display, but she figured she was a varsity athlete and could tolerate a great deal more than that little wimp. So, with only the least bit of apprehension, Toni bent way over facing the audience and told her “enforcer” to make her sing and dance. He did. “WHAP!!!!!”

The paddle landed on Toni’s upturned behind, and a moment later a searing burn covered her entire bottom. The tall girl screamed and almost jumped into the lap of some guy in the audience. Toni hopped and skipped all around the chairs in the audience, while she shrieked and squeaked and frantically rubbed her behind. Everyone was laughing as Toni kept her little dance going. Meanwhile, Toni couldn’t believe the heat in her rear end. She rubbed it and patted it, but it just wouldn’t cool down. If anything, it began to burn even worse. Then, as she was hopping through the audience, some guy stuck out a leg and tripped her. Another guy guided her fall, so she landed right across a third man’s lap. The three men just placed one hand each on the now well displayed crimson behind. None of them could believe how incredibly hot that thing felt.

Toni just lay across the man’s lap still screaming. Just the touch of their hands made ataşehir escort it worse. She started begging them to please cool off her behind. One of the guys actually asked her what she wanted them do. Toni just screamed that she didn’t know, but couldn’t they please do something to stop the burning. The guys just laughed and pulled Toni off the guy’s lap and sat her down in one of the chairs. When that searing hot bottom hit that chair, Toni let out her loudest scream yet. Then she jumped up and ran for the other side of the room. Toni had seen a pitcher of water over there. The guys in the audience almost rolled out of their chairs laughing, as Toni poured that entire pitcher over her glowing red rear end. After that, Toni was able to dress and leave. However, she couldn’t stop crying.

After Toni’s little show with the pitcher, Chip called Victoria forward. Victoria was trembling so hard, she was barely able to walk. The scared girl didn’t know exactly what had happened to Toni and Jamie, but it had looked horrible. She had been paddled several times already, and her bottom burned terribly. But the reactions she’d seen had been worse than anything so far. Victoria wasn’t sure what was different this time, but she was positive that she wasn’t going to like finding out.

Poor Victoria was so scared, that after she got to the center of the stage area she couldn’t speak. She just stood there facing the audience. Finally, Chip asked her if she was going to accept admission to the sorority, or if she was going to just leave. That jolted her back to reality. There was no way Victoria was quitting after all she had been through.

The terrified young lady took a deep breath and introduced herself. “I’m Victoria VanZandt and I am an official member of Pi Pi sorority”. Now came the hard parts. A young lady of her breeding was not supposed to degrade herself like this. But becoming a Bi-Pi was worth any struggle.

Victoria laid down on her back. Then, after taking another deep breath to steady herself, she spread her legs and reached down and pulled her lips apart. Victoria made sure to pull them open far enough, so that her clit and the hole were completely visible. She knew that was the basic requirement. When she had everything where the audience could see it, Victoria told them that they were seeing the newest official Pi Pi pussy. After that, she rolled over and got to her knees. Then she pulled her asscheeks apart to allow the crowd to see her anus. When she had her butthole exposed appropriately, Victoria told the crowd that this was the newest official Pi Pi ass.

Holding her ass open was incredibly humiliating, but Victoria was in no hurry to end it. She knew that as soon as she closed her behind, she had to stand up for her singing lesson. But after a while there was no excuse to delay it. Victoria released her cheeks and allowed her bottom to close. Then she stood up and bent down facing the audience. The newest Pi Pi tried desperately not to cry as she asked to be made to sing and dance. A moment later, SPLAT!!!!

Nothing she had ever gone through prepared Victoria for the flames that she was sure were covering her bottom. Victoria screamed at the top of her lungs and jumped right into the audience. The girl tripped over one of the chairs and fell to the ground. Victoria didn’t even try to get up. She just howled, while she rolled over and over and desperately rubbed her bottom. The spoiled young lady rubbed and rubbed, but the burning, if anything, got worse. Victoria couldn’t stand it. She knew her behind had to be on fire. Then she remembered that Toni had poured a pitcher of water on her butt. Victoria scrambled to her feet, and still screaming at the top of her lungs, dashed for the back of the room. There was no water, Toni had dumped out the only pitcher.

Victoria was in an absolute panic. She had to find a way to put out the fire. The girl ran all around the room, looking for anything she could use to cool off her behind. The guys were screaming with laughter, as Victoria dashed around the room, while holding onto her bottom and howling like a banshee. Victoria did three full laps around the room, before she ran out of gas. After that, she fell down in the back corner of the room. For the next five minutes, Vickie went back to rolling, rubbing, and shrieking. Finally, the fire died down enough that she could at least remember where she was. Victoria grabbed her clothes and started to dress. She put her pants on as gingerly as she could. Every time they touched her behind, the fire blazed back to full heat. When she had managed to dress, Victoria dashed out of the room, still searching for something to pour on the fire. The audience could hear her continuing to scream as she ran out the door.

Chip had been laughing so hard through Victoria’s display, that he had forgotten to call the next girl. It was almost a half a minute after Victoria had dashed out of the room, before Chip maltepe escort could catch his breath enough to call Trixie up.

Poor Trixie thought she was going to throw up. She was so scared. Displaying herself was incredibly awful. And that last paddling. There had to be something different about it to cause those reactions. As she made her way to the stage, Trixie wasn’t sure she would even be able to get through displaying herself and make it to her dancing lesson. But, she had to, she was Pi Pi material and Trixie was going to be a member of that elite group.

Her mind made up, Trixie stood up and introduced herself. “Hi everyone, I’m Trixie Bennet and I’m the newest official member of Pi Pi sorority.” That done, she steeled herself to get through the humiliation to come.

Trixie steadied herself for a moment to hold back the tears. It would not do for a Bi-Pi to cry while going through her official presentation. After she had regrouped, she got down and opened her vagina up properly. When Trixie had herself opened up appropriately, she told the crowd that she was showing them the newest official Pi Pi pussy. Then she pointed her bottom at the crowd and pulled it open. Trixie didn’t know why she found this incredibly demeaning, but it didn’t matter. She was going to be a BI-Pi. Trixie made sure that her anus was completely visible and then informed the group that they were seeing the newest official Pi Pi ass. Then it was time for the last part. Trixie closed her bottom and stood up. With a last deep breath, she bent way forward and requested her singing and dancing lesson. Nothing happened.

Chip had signaled for the paddler to wait. Then he asked Trixie if she would mind showing the audience those huge boobs of hers. With Debbie gone, she certainly had the nicest rack out there. Trixie started to object, but then figured why not. They had seen everything else, and anything that gave her bottom time to rest before she was paddled was worth it. So Trixie unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra down to release her tits. When she had her 38Ds pulled out, Chip told her to get back into position. Trixie sighed and bent back down. With her facing them, the crowd had a terrific view of those huge knockers hanging down. A few moments after she was bent over, Trixie finally got her singing and dancing lesson. SMACK!!!!!!

The sandpaper paddle landed and Trixie took off. She grabbed her behind and ran for the back of the room. When she reached the wall, Trixie just began running around the room. The way the girl was running and hopping with her hands on her rear end, she looked for all the world like something out of a cartoon. Of course no cartoon figure had those huge boobs which were bouncing all over the place as she ran.

Trixie couldn’t believe it. One moment she was standing on stage and the next moment someone set off a firecracker right on her behind. She grabbed her ass, shrieked to the heavens, and ran. Trixie had no idea where she was going. It was doubtful she even realized she was running. All she really was conscious of was that her behind was blazing. There had to be a fire burning back there. Trixie ran and rubbed but the fire just kept getting hotter. To make matters worse, her tits were still hanging out and they were flying around as she ran. After they had bounced around for a while, they also began to hurt. Trixie tried to let go of her bottom and hold onto her boobs, but the moment she took her hands off her behind the burning made her put them right back. So Trixie did lap after lap holding onto her rear end while her whoppers just bounced around like crazy.

The crowd had completely lost count of the number of laps Trixie made before she finally stopped running. It was a few moments after that when her boobs finally came to rest. After that, Trixie just stood in the back of the room sobbing and gasping. She was too out of breath to run any more, but she couldn’t get her bottom to stop burning one bit. For the next several minutes, Trixie just stood in the back of the room crying and rubbing that poor behind.

When she thought she could stand it, Trixie tried to get dressed. First, she put her knockers away. Then she pulled up her panties. Trixie did it too quickly. When her underwear pressed into her bottom, the fire started up full blaze again. Trixie screamed once more and began hopping up and down again. It was an incredible sight. The poor girl had her panties on, but the back was pulled down so her bottom hung out to cool in the air. Trixie jumped around for almost another minute, before the fire cooled down enough to allow her a second try at dressing. This time, Trixie pulled those panties up very gingerly. It still stung like crazy when they touched her ass, but she managed to leave them there. After that she pulled her jeans on.

With her pants on, Trixie tried to put on her shoes. The problem was that bending over pushed her behind tightly into her pants bostancı escort and she couldn’t stand the burning. Trixie tried sitting down to work on her shoes, but her bottom only touched for less than a second before she bounced back to her feet. After that, she gave up. Barefoot, holding her shoes, Trixie left the room.

When Trixie picked up her shoes and began to leave, Chip called Cheryl up.

After what she had seen, Cheryl had just zoned out. She had gotten so scared that she had just tuned out where she was. The young lady couldn’t begin to think about what was going to happen. Like a robot she walked to the center of the stage and, in a complete dazed monotone, introduced herself as Cheryl Jones. Then she went through the motions of displaying her pussy and her ass. When she had opened her holes up appropriately for the crowd to see, Cheryl just bent over and requested her paddling. A moment later, the paddle jolted her right back to reality. SPLAT!!!!!!!

Cheryl had been able to shut all the humiliation out of her mind, but she couldn’t shut out the fire. With an incredible shriek she jumped straight up into the air. When she landed, Cheryl went straight to the ground and began rolling around. While she rolled, she grabbed at her behind to try to put the flames out. Nothing worked. If anything, her behind was getting hotter and hotter. After a minute, she ran into the crowd and begged someone to put out the fire.

All the guys were willing to help and they all rubbed and patted her naked buns. Of course that just made it worse. With one extra loud scream, Cheryl took off running. The girl dashed for the stairs holding her burning ass all the way. Cheryl never hesitated. She ran right up the stairs into the main hall.

As it turned out, a group of high school seniors were touring the campus that day. Their guide was showing them Greek Row. When Cheryl came to the top of the stairs, over 50 high school students saw a bottomless girls fly into the room and dash into the bathroom.

Cheryl hadn’t even noticed the group. Her behind was the only thing she could think about. She flew into the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat. She didn’t even stop to close the door. Then she lowered her behind into the water in the toilet. Cheryl just sat there, with her bottom submerged in the toilet.

After a minute or so, the water cooled off her behind. At that point, Cheryl looked up and saw a whole group of people watching her sitting bottomless in the toilet. Not only that, but all her clothes were downstairs. At the moment, her pussy was hidden from view inside the potty, but she was going to have to stand up sometime and go get her clothes.

When she couldn’t take it any more, Cheerily sobbed and stood up. The way she had to spread her legs to get out of the toilet, all the high school guys got a wonderful view of her pussy. Then Cheryl walked out of the bathroom and tried to get back to the stairs. The crowd moved just enough for her to have the narrowest of paths, but all the guys tried to feel her up as she pushed through. Cheryl felt at least three people stick fingers right up her pussy, as she worked her way through the crowd. But, as horrible as that was, it wasn’t as bad as the pain whenever some guy patted her rump.

Finally, sobbing and weeping, Cheryl made it back to the basement. She put her clothes on and headed back out. When she reached the top of the stairs again, the entire high school group applauded her as she made her way out of the frat house.

When Cheryl began her last trip up the stairs, Chip called Mary forward.

Mary moved center stage. She was the last one. That seemed to make it even worse. She was the only naked girl in front of an entire group of clothed people. But all the others had made it through and Mary would as well. Quietly she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Mary Patrick and I’m the newest member of Pi Pi sorori….” By the time she finished her introduction, her voice trailed off so low, that no one could even hear her. She started to go on with her performance, when Chip told her she needed to speak up.

Mary tried to speak up, but it was so humiliating. She laid down like she was supposed to and opened her vagina. Holding it open, she tried to talk to the crowd. Mary just couldn’t keep her voice up, she was so humiliated displaying herself like that, talking about it was more than she could do. Finally, she stammered out, “This is the n-n-newest o-o-official Pi-….” Once again her voice trailed off and no one could hear the end of her statement.

When Mary started to roll over, Chip told her to stop. Mary looked up confused. Chip told her to get her pussy back open. She was to hold her pussy open nice and wide until she managed to introduce it to the crowd properly. With a little sob, Mary reached down and pulled her lips open again. Once again she tried to speak, but Mary would get so choked up no words came out. The poor girl lay there over a minute with her pussy pulled open so everyone could see right up her opening. Finally, when she just couldn’t stand it anymore, Mary took a very deep breath and managed to say, “This is the newest official Pi Pi pussy.” After that, she was allowed to close her vagina and roll over.

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This is Chapter 16. I hope you enjoy it. If you haven’t read this story before, I would really suggest starting at the beginning although I tried to backtrack for new readers. Chapter 17 will deal with the after party, and I hope to have it posted soon!

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Bitsy awoke alone the morning of the masquerade ball to skies a leaden gray. That did not dim her spirits; she was more excited about the masquerade than anything she had hoped to experience in recent memory. Maybe not even since her engagement ball hosted in this very palace.

Her mind filtered through the silky memories of that night, removing the hazy glow of romance that surrounded them.

With a shock, she realized that this was the night she first met Stuart. Michael had warned her of his cousin-by-blood-tie. He was nothing more than a hedonistic lech.

She had discounted him before meeting Stuart. Before Michael introduced them, she had reacted to the bold, hungry stare from one of the many strangers by retreating into the “old” her, Alyssa Mason. Alyssa the Shy. Alyssa the Wallflower. Alyssa the Uncomfortable in Social Situations.

From that stare of barely reined-in desire, she felt like prey. An animal to be devoured by the beast. And it was a sensation she had never before experienced.

By contrast, Michael’s gentle wooing was courteous, considerate. Sure, his kisses curled her toes and made her yearn for the days when they wouldn’t stop at kisses and petting.

In that moment, when Michael introduced them, the truly unforgivable happened. Stuart’s electric touch made her forget Michael for a few moments. Already a powerful telepath, she could perceive Stuart’s dark fantasies of her, and she was caught between disgust and desire.

For her sake—and Michael’s—she painted disdain over her features. And, in the weeks and months that followed, suppressed anything remotely resembling passionate feelings toward Stuart. It helped that she avoided him when possible.

Bitsy shook her head, coming back to the present. Her shame at disregarding Stuart’s rapacious fantasies that night transmuted into a resolve to create better memories for them tonight.

That decided, the great Ice Bitch of the Vampirans smiled impishly, nearly girlishly, a grin that belied her thirty-one years. Scarlet-tipped fingers curled around her phone, and she pressed the quick dial for Anastasia, the dressmaker who was creating her true dress for the night.

Impatiently, she waited until, on the third ring, Anastasia herself answered. “Lady Bitsy, it is ready. It’s my best work ever, and it took everything I had,” the Siberian model-turned-designer dramatically proclaimed.

Bitsy effusively thanked her, promising she would be by shortly to take possession of the gown. The gown was the first step in revealing to Stuart her love for him without words.

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“Lord Christophe Jamison McKenzie Dracula,” Brooks, the butler, intoned. Chris was the last to arrive, and Bitsy knew why.

In the weeks since the disastrous dinner at the palace, he had refused to attend any functions or meetings at the palace for fear of seeing Stuart’s degradation of Bitsy.

Demurely outfitted in a black empire-waisted gown threaded under the breasts with the same red ribbon that wound in the tresses piled atop her head, Bitsy was a far cry from the naked woman slavishly lavishing devotion on the king only weeks earlier. She stood with her characteristic icy poise, her hand lightly resting in the crook of Stuart’s arm.

The picture of united domestic bliss. And Chris wasn’t the only one who noticed. Tracy Bathory noted the air of joining between the two and seethed.

Bitsy was just turning to replace her dress for the evening when the absolute final guest arrived. And her heart—and resolve—dropped.

Elyse Stoker, one of her most loyal in-the-dark IPD associates, nestled close to Marcos’s side. Bitsy felt herself go green with jealousy even as, outwardly calm, she greeted both with a warm smile of welcome.

Elyse’s dress was a simple strapless number of a deep crimson silk that drifted teasingly to the floor. She and Marcos made a striking pair.

Stuart, sensing her turmoil, squeezed her hand in support. With every appearance of a lover’s tete-e-tete, he whispered, “I know. It’s what I felt every time I saw you and Michael together, and then, recently, you and my brother.”

Snapping her neck almost in her haste to look into his eyes, she was shocked to see the veracity of his statement. That long ago?

Then, she remembered back to the day when Marcos asked her to dinner. Stuart had been obsessed with her for years, he had said.

Bitsy smiled thinly. “If you will excuse me?” she put out.

“Of course,” he intoned gallantly, sounding for all the world like Michael—or Marcos. She blinked up at him as she turned to leave, noting the bostancı escort wolfish gleam in his obsidian eyes. “Be back before the first dance, though, my lady,” he warned. “That one is mine.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” she playfully responded and walked hurriedly from the ballroom.

At the first landing, she paused, trying to force her riotous emotions under control. Tonight was about her feelings now for Stuart. Marcos and confusing emotions from the past need not apply.

When she sailed into one of the bedrooms she had set aside as her personal changing room for this evening, Maria already awaited her. Careful not to muss her hair and makeup, Maria whisked the first dress over her head before sliding the other one down, smoothing it over her curves.

With a flick of her wrist, Bitsy yanked the ribbon from her hair, releasing her raven locks from their confines to tumble in a wild mass of curls over her shoulders and down her back. To complete the look, Maria sprinkled red glitter into Bitsy’s curls as Bitsy bent over, combing the sparkles through her hair with eager fingers.

“Wish me luck?” Bitsy asked, more the nervous words of a teenager heading to prom than a thrity-something woman who had been to this dance before.

Maria kissed her gently on the lips, a kiss to soothe, not one to seduce. “I’m not sure this is the best idea you’ve ever had, but good luck.”

“I must go. The first dance of the evening begins soon.” Bitsy grabbed up her mask and departed the room, trailing glitter in her wake like devilish red fairy dust.

With her mask beside her, Bitsy whispered a plea into Brooks’s ear that he appeared loath to consent to. “Please, Brooks. I need you to announce me just as I stand beneath Queen Christianna’s portrait. It’s imperative that this happens. Please,” she stressed, desperate.

Brooks, who detested Bitsy, frowned mulishly but finally relented. As much as he could not stand her, he knew that if he did not do as she asked and the king discovered it, there would be hell to pay.

Heart pounding with anxiety and anticipation, Bitsy stood beneath the portrait of Stuart’s mother in the same style of dress she wore now, with glitter in her hair as had peppered hers.

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Where was she? Stuart wondered, scanning the assembled guests for his hostess for the evening. When Bitsy had excused herself, he thought it meant for a trip to the powder room or have a brief word with Chris or one of her numerous cousins in attendance.

But no. They stood in a circle staring daggers at him. If he did not empathize with their plight, it would be one thing. But he knew they were angry with him because of what happened with Bitsy.

And, at the end of the year, when he was forced to do as Tracy bid, their enmity would be so much worse.

As one, they and most of the crowd focused behind him, transfixed. The looks of the Vampiran circle appeared…worried. He turned and barely heard the words that Brooks spoke in introducing her.

Just as his mother had when she posed for the portrait she stood beneath, Bitsy appeared regal, imperial. In a princess ball gown of scarlet silk that tapered to a slender waist only to assume a bell shape that ended shushingly at the floor. From her décolletage up, Bitsy’s pale skin was bare, kissed only by the light of the chandelier and sconces within the ballroom.

And…glitter? Just as he remembered scampering about playing in the red glitter during his mother’s sitting, Bitsy delightfully shed red speckles of magic dust that seemed to originate from tresses that had only tumbled so enticingly after he took her in passion.

“Lady Elizabeth Karnackii Dracula, First Lieutenant to Count Dracula,” Brooks spoke, a derisive slant twisting his lips.

Stuart, who had held the musicians at bay while he waited for Bitsy, snapped his fingers. A waltz hummed through the air of the suddenly buzzing ballroom. “My lady,” he offered her his hand with a low bow.

Bitsy actually blushed, the flush of the rose only a few shades paler than the gloss that slicked her lips, rendering them even more kissable. Those lips led his thoughts southward as he envisioned his slave’s reddened lips wrapped around his cock as her tongue coursed up and down his shaft.

She dipped into a low curtsy. “Your Majesty,” she deferred, placing her soft hand in his.

The buzzing crowd hushed. Never before had these two danced, in public or private. But their bodies moved as one, as if they were truly one flesh. Bitsy smiled up winningly at him, her heart revealed for him and all to see.

His heart, by contrast, literally ached. He had to deny the love that he felt and ignore the love that she knowingly lavished on him with each tender look, each ecstatic sigh.

And better to begin it tonight…at the after party.

As was ataşehir escort traditional, only the host and hostess occupied the floor for the first dance. Stuart felt the eyes on him, all watchful, all expecting him to fuck it up. And he would, just not during these few moments. For these few moments, he reveled, he gorged himself on being the focus of her attention.

He could soon bear it no more. As the musicians drew the waltz to a close, he let her fall back in his arms and slowly trailed his lips up her bodice, in the tender skin revealed just above her breasts, against the heartbeat that erratically raced on her throat to press a sweetly passionate kiss to her lips.

Then, needing to feel her body against his, to claim her in this room, to claim her in front of everyone, he pulled her up into his embrace.

A tremulous, wondering smile was his response from Bitsy. He knew that, as long as he lived, he would see that face whenever he closed his eyes.

“I need you now, Bitsy,” he spoke thickly.

She looked up at him. Never before had he referred to her, spoken to her, calling her “Bitsy.” Not fully realizing what that shift meant, she walked behind him, almost in a daze, to his study.

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Stuart opened the door to his study, ushering her in before following her to close the door with a barely audible click. He turned the lock and placed the key on his desk.

“Now,” he began, and Bitsy felt her heart trip hammer. Just like her engagement ball all those years ago, he resembled nothing more than the hunter who wished her to be his prey.

“Master,” she spoke haltingly, but he stopped her.

“No,” he spoke definitively, shaking his head, silencing her. “Tonight, we are Tristan and Bitsy. Not Master and slave. Not king and subject. Tonight, until that bell chimes at midnight, we are lovers.”

“And at midnight?” Bitsy broached the question she really did not want to know the answer to.

His breath released on a heavy sigh. “At midnight, you will be my hostess at the after party. With all that entails.”

Her eyes darkened briefly, and he regretted even that small dousing of the flame that burned within her for him.

With fingers meant to caress, to entice, Stuart ran his fingers down the side of her dress, enjoying the feel of smooth silk warmed by her, scented by her, beneath the pads of his fingers. “Your choice of dress is…inspired. Thank you,” he choked out, that same thick voice that commanded her to follow him.

The voice so clogged with emotion that she was helpless to resist. “I never told you, did I, of why I was named Tristan? My mother insisted that I be named something other than a family name. So, she decided upon Tristan. She was a romantic. Too romantic for my father.”

Curling her against him, he continued, “She knew her job as queen was to turn a blind eye to my father’s mistresses and affairs. And she tried. But she didn’t expect one of Father’s mistresses to be psychotic and kill her expecting to become queen herself.”

She pulled his head down, kissing him deeply, passionately. It was a kiss meant to soothe, to distract him from the anguish he now revealed to her.

But he needed more. They both did. When his tongue invaded her lips, pushing past the non-resistance he met there, she responded eagerly.

Bitsy was swept up in a maelstrom. Never before had kisses seemed so sensual. Not with Michael. Not with Marcos. Not even Stuart’s earlier kisses. With each kiss he seemed to imprint himself more and more on her soul.

His lips made a searing path down her neck to her shoulders as his fingers twisted in the mop of curls that scattered their magic as he tangled his hand in its depths. She fell back gracefully against the top of his desk, and he followed, on the hunt for her taste and her touch.

He slid lower and lower down her body as his hand left her hair to press her skirts higher and higher still, revealing her pale thighs that he hoped would clasp around him in passion of her own will. Then, he espied the apex of her thighs, drenched with need for him.

“One day,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss there, to that set of lips that beckoned him with their special elixir coating them, driving him wild. “One day, we will make slow passionate love. This is not that day. I need you, Bitsy.”

With that tantalizing truth spoken, Stuart’s tongue slid along the cleft that the separation in her pussy lips made. Bitsy mewled, her hands coming down to press him to her, her fingers trailing in his hair. “Bitsy, am I going to have to tie your hands?” he whispered against her flesh, his breath on her already enflamed skin almost causing her to cum against his mouth.

She whimpered from that touch as well as his question. “Please, Tristan,” she begged him. “I need to feel your control over me maltepe escort even now.” Submissively, she offered him her hands, pressed together at the wrists.

With careful precision, knowing that she visually devoured his every move, he removed his belt and strapped her wrists together. “Do not move them down to my head again. Keep them above your head, Bitsy.”

Her “Yes” came out more as a yelp as he lapped at her juices, evoking an instantaneous orgasm with his next lick.

Stuart lapped at her luscious cream, hearing her purr above him. When he had licked her of all traces of her orgasm, he stood and helped her secure her skirts and removed the belt.

Confused, she asked him about his pleasure. “Bitsy, that will happen later. Now, be a good hostess. Don your mask and I will find you later for more fun.”

She seemed to accept this answer, and they left arm in arm, only slightly more disheveled than when they entered the study. He led her to the edge of the dance floor with the tacit, unspoken agreement that they would mingle separately for the time being, making sure the guests’ needs were met.

When the note on the same gilt-edged red paper as the invitations arrived, Bitsy was already almost drooling with need for Stuart—again. But this time she wanted to taste and feel his cock, to be filled by him, in possibly all of her holes.

“Bitsy—

Meet me in the study at 11:30. I want to make sure that we are together for the unmasking at midnight.

Until then.”

A musing smile curved her lips. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Chris.

“Is this your dance, my lord?” she asked, knowing very well it was.

Her brother-in-law nodded. As he took her in his arms, he asked, “Has Stuart relaxed any of his—ideas for you?” he asked, his lip curling.

“No.” She hoped her monosyllabic answer would suffice.

Chris’s features stiffened. “You know that wearing that dress tonight was a mistake, right? Bitsy, those of us who care about you know you are getting in too deep.”

She stared at him mutely, mulishly, and refused to say anything more for the remainder of the dance.

The next few hours seemed to crawl by, even though Bitsy enjoyed the ball and even danced twice more with Stuart. Eyes shining, she coyly said that she looked forward to 11:30. His response was a lingering kiss in the middle of a song on the middle of the dance floor.

Finally, Bitsy could wait no more. It was 11:20 when she let herself quietly into the darkened study. As she shut the door, she felt Stuart rush at her.

Odd, she fleetingly thought. I thought Stuart was still on the dance floor. But these were Stuart’s clothes, Stuart’s lips, Stuart’s auburn hair that filled her vision.

He wore the red mask he had worn earlier, each time she danced with him. His lips crushed down on hers, and all thought ceased.

Where the kiss earlier had been passionate, yes, and hungry, it had also been gentle. This kiss had a feverish, desperate edge to it that drew Bitsy in, drew her under his spell.

Strong fingers pressed into her shoulders guiding her to the wall. Fingers that trembled stripped her of her gown, plucking and caressing her nipples that already were erect and craving his touch.

For long minutes, he drank from her lips like a man dying of thirst, as if each kiss would be their last. The bittersweet yearning that he shared with her ensnared Bitsy further.

This was a different Stuart. One who was vulnerable. Irresistible with this new softness.

Which was at odds with the impatient fingers that slid his belt out from the loops and then almost tore the closure off his pants in his haste to open himself and pull his cock out for her perusal. His hands reached behind her thighs lifting her and spreading her thighs in one move.

A dark whisper, in a voice different from Stuart’s normal one yet still familiar, demanded harshly against her ear, “Pull your skirts up. I’m going to take you now. Make you mine. Now,” he whispered, this against her lips as he pressed into her, inch by inch to possess her fully.

Her back to the wall, Bitsy was immobilized, at the mercy of his thrusts as he slowly rode her, thrusting and retreating until only the tip remained inside before pressing inexorably into her again.

He showed no sign of stopping any time soon. In the back of her mind, Bitsy registered his ragged breath signaling his imminent release.

A tender finger curled around her clit teasingly, and she shattered. The clenching of her pussy pushed him over the edge, as well. He held her there as his seed pumped in her for several thrusts.

Bonelessly, her feet slid to the floor. Only his arms kept her upright.

The bells tolled midnight, and sounds of the revelry of dancers de-masking could be heard even from the relative quiet of the study.

Bitsy decided, as she removed her mask, to stop hiding her feelings. “Even though I swore to myself I wouldn’t say it again, Stuart, I love you.” She looked up at him, eyes shining.

And felt her heart turn cold as it was Marcos, not Stuart, who stood before her and removed his mask.

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To be continued…

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Back on Ephesus, Lydia was very pleased by the final contestants. The games had gone on for over a month, and hundreds had participated, all being the best shots or most accurate animal trackers in their village or town. Now, to add to the excitement of the prior thrilling weeks of competition, the strongest and most handsome men in all of Greece stood naked before her and a crowd of very admiring and increasingly unruly women. In addition to being exceptionally handsome (and to the delight of all of the women present, well hung) here stood the ten best and most fit hunters in all of the Greek World. Firm rippled asses, low hanging luscious balls, chiseled six packs, ripped biceps, strong firm thighs and full thick swinging cocks were on display for all to see, a virtual feast for hundreds of lustful female eyes. The men now squirmed a bit, cupping themselves to try and shield their privates from being on display, as they still were not quite comfortable being this exposed in public. There efforts were in vain as everything they had had been seen by every young woman in the city. The nudity wasn’t as bad when they were competing but when they just stood still in the center of the arena, it was humiliating, and their growing erections and the pink flush forming on their cheeks seemed to only inspire more cheers and comments from the crowd.

Smiling to herself, she knew her Patron Goddess Artemis would be most pleased by this selection pool as already they were far more manly than the normal male devotees to Artemis. Sitting below her on a lower dais, the king’s daughter, surrounded by her friends, was also immensely enjoying the show of such fine male flesh displayed before her, and her flushed face and obviously agitation as she squirmed in her chair indicated a high level of arousal.

King Croesus, sitting next to Lydia on the Royal dais was also pleased, but for a more complicated and base reason. He, like her, daily prayed that Artemis would soon be satisfied, as her wrath was seriously complicating his life (and finances) as the protector of her main temple. Additionally, however he was also pleased that these incredibly expensive games were coming to an end. Despite the revenues generated by charging admission to watch the competition (unmarried young women being charged double) a month’s worth of this spectacle was significantly draining on the treasury. The fact that he also would have to provide such a large reward to the winner made him quite twitchy.

Despite his incredible wealth, Croesus was well known as being incredibly thrifty, stingy even. A myth arose, not completely untrue, that the reason his beautiful daughter Elmira was still unmarried, despite being stunning and a royal and highly sought after princess, was that he could no more part with the considerable dowry it would cost him than he could part with his own daughter. This was partially true, but he certainly did nothing to push his daughter to marry as most of the other kings did, and her natural aversion to her parade of suitors so far, he had actively encouraged. Glancing down at his daughter he grimaced though as the look that now formed on Elmira’s face would cost him NO dowry as it was clearly focused on the naked men before them in the arena, and specifically on the handsome womanizer Orion.

Lydia, turning to Croesus said “Your majesty, I would like permission to complete the selection tonight. I will need your assistance though, as I have somewhat of an unusual request.”

Intrigued, the King lifted his eyebrows but listened. “Do go on, what do you need from ME?”

“Primarily money your majesty, as the final selection will require the hiring of some, uh, well rather expensive entertainers.”

“ENTERTAINERS!!! How many entertainers? How much is THAT going to cost? And, not to pry into these holy matters you usually take care of, but what do you need entertainers for? I had assumed this contest would continue until there was only one left, and HE would be declared the winner and sent off on the quest. Is that not the process?” the King questioned.

“No your majesty, it is not. The final candidate has to have a gift worthy of giving, and I need to be assured that this gift is not only FREELY given, but also worthy of him giving away. Artemis is already furious and her anger will not be assuaged easily. Nothing would insult her more, and thus bring ruination on us all, if she was insulted by a poor candidate. She is already most pleased that you promised 20,000 pieces of silver to the contest winner, but if she were to find that the winner was not truly worthy of serving her, well, all you would have done is further insult her, and we know what THAT would mean.” Lydia grimly foretold.

Gulping hard King Croesus nodded. Pausing, he asked “When you say entertainers, what kind of entertainers are you referring to?”

Turning to him with a slight smirk, she replied “I need you to provide thirty of the most beautiful courtesans in the Kingdom for one week of work. Experience women such as them are the most qualified to judge these men and will be able to provide the final verdict on their worthiness. At the end of the maltepe escort week they will decide on the final winner.”

“COURTESANS! What on earth would a bunch of COURTESANS have to say about who is best suited for this task! What is this all about?” Exasperated, Croesus took a long swig of wine from his goblet and continued, his agitation growing as he spoke. “I am totally confused here, what are they checking for? Are they experts on hunting?! I seriously doubt it. And another thing, what is this GIFT you keep talking about? What gift? What gift are they giving? I AM THE ONE GIVING THE GIFT!!! I AM THE ONE PROVIDING THE SUBSTANTIAL PRIZE!!!”

Irritated that the King was losing his temper with her, Lydia turned to him and coolly spoke, placing her hand on his knee to calm him. Her cold tone sent a chill down the King’s spine and he immediately calmed down. Despite Croesus ruling Ephesus as king, Lydia was equally powerful as high priestess and was highly respected and much feared. As the one human on earth with a direct line to Artemis, her word carried much weight and none dared cross her. No King that wanted to continue receiving the blessings from Artemis would risk incurring her wrath, so she was in fact the true ruler of Ephesus as she ruled the King. Turning to Croesus she said “Your majesty, I thought you understood. The final candidate will need to be initiated into the Priesthood of Artemis before he would even be ALLOWED on Arcadia. Now, since this requires a lifelong vow of chastity I would assume most men would be consider that to be a big gift! You men are so protective of those silly things swinging between your legs, so I figured it would be a big deal for a man to voluntarily give up sex for life. Since most of the few male Priests of Artemis are either dried up old men, or withered weak sissy boys, the Courtesans will be able to best judge whose gift of their complete lifetime commitment of sexual denial is TRULY the biggest test of devotion to the Goddess, and thus worthy of serving her in this quest.”

King Croesus felt his blood rush from his face as he heard Lydia speak. This was certainly news to him, and neither he, nor the men competing, were aware that lifetime chastity was part of the bargain. Croesus began to sweat as he realized that if this was made known, either the cash he would have to provide as a prize would need to be MUCH higher, probably a hundred or even a thousand times higher. The other likely scenario would be having them all of them quit simultaneously, thus ensuring an even MORE enraged Goddess. Both outcomes were quite depressing.

Looking out on the naked muscular men in the arena, he felt his heart sink further. This would be an impossible request! Every remaining candidate was a young, strong, handsome man at the peak of their sexual potency. To ask these men to give it all up would be a hopeless task and he doubted that ANY cash would compensate them. His mind racing, her revelation had at least finally solved a long mystery to him. The priesthood of the Goddess was OVERWHELMINGLY female, by a ratio of 100 to 1, and now it made complete sense. The few male Priests of Artemis he had met in his life were very old, and rumors abounded that they were unable to achieve normal male emissions. He had never really given it much thought before, but now, knowing about the high price for admission to the priesthood, he understood perfectly. His mind raced as he tried desperately to think of a way out of this horrible trap he now found himself in.

“Lydia” Croesus asked, trying to seem as casual as possible. “If you don’t mind me asking, but, do the men, well, do they submit to voluntary, uh”. Now crossing his legs, he finished “castration?”

“CERTAINLY NOT!” Lydia angrily replied. “WE are not barbarians!! One has to freely give their sexual desire to the Goddess and not through such artificial means. No castration, no chastity belt!!! The constant yearning for release is to be there lifelong sacrifice to Artemis! I am surprised, if you don’t mind my saying your majesty, that YOU as guardian of the temple did not know more about the religious rites that went on there!”

She had his number. Croesus as King of Ephesus was the guardian of the temple and he was a good custodian of the physical aspects of the shrine, but as for the religious aspects he had absolutely no interest. His main focus was primarily on the financial aspect of his duties, and of course the cash that the great temple generated to the royal treasury, which was considerable.

Looking down, almost ashamed to ask, he turned to Lydia and spoke. “Well High Priestess, I am trying to learn here. If you don’t mind, I have a delicate question to ask, uh, I really do not know how to put it. You see, how do you prevent, uh, I mean what is to stop a man from, uh, well.”

Lydia, amused by the King’s embarrassment and enjoying his torturously flustered question, she answered what he was painfully trying to ask. “You want to know how we can prevent a man from either jacking off or having sex AFTER his vow to the Goddess, is that your question”

Relieved that he would pendik escort not have to say it out loud and thus embarrass himself further, the king nodded.

“You men really are pitiful! Those little twig and berries you have rule your lives; I don’t know how you make it through a single day with those things! Well Artemis knows that men are weak, so in the initiation ceremony the candidate’s ability to orgasm is given to the Goddess in a very short little ritual. After a few incantations, some incense and candles, POOF, no more seed! The magical incantations seal it safely away in his testicles forever. The only requirement for the ceremony though is the man must WILLINGLY say the incantations himself. A forced sacrifice from an unwilling initiate is no sacrifice at all and will be rejected.”

Croesus said nothing, but spent the rest of the afternoon worrying about how he was going to resolve this situation. Deciding to say nothing to the candidates about the “sacrifice” he spoke to his main guards and made the arrangements for the concubines as Lydia had requested. His concern was justified, but he hoped that fortune would provide a way out, as she had always had in the past. Croesus, more than anyone, knew that Fortuna was a fickle Mistress but she had always shined on him before, and hoped that once again she would be kind to his fate.

Princess Elmira was having a wonderful day. Cheering on her new “hero” Orion, she watched his every move, and relished studying every inch of his incredible body. Wet beyond belief, she openly salivated as his ass muscles rippled during the long jump. Feeling her nipples grow hard she witnessed his strong muscled and chiseled chest stretch as he won the javelin contest. All day long it was a feast for her senses being drenched in so much male nudity in one sitting. Looking beside her, she saw that her ladies in waiting were also enjoying the show as much as she was, and as the wine flowed, their lips grew looser.

“Gita!” Elmira joked, poking her foot at one of her favorites sitting on the couch below her. “I am most disappointed that your boyfriend Antinous did not compete. My what I would give to see his naked sexy buns flexing out there on the field right now!” Her comment caused the other noblewomen to burst out laughing. Antinous was quite handsome, and Gita was constantly teased by not only Princess Elmira but the other ladies about his incredible good looks. She was no doubt quite proud that her man inspired such admiration from her friends, but was a little embarrassed at the obvious arousal he inspired from them.

Turning to the princess she said “Well your highness, I for one am certainly glad he did NOT compete, especially after what I just overheard!”

“Do TELL!” Elmira giggled, always loving hearing the latest palace gossip. Gita now relayed the story she overhead from one of the guards. It was almost instantly known that all of the final contestants were going to be serviced by thirty of the most beautiful concubines in the kingdom (three for one) over a whole week in a giant orgy of pleasure once the King had given the order to acquire the girls. She heard this from one of the guards who was commenting on how “lucky” the finalists were, not knowing of course about the significant “catch” the winner would have. Hearing this story, the girls all cackled in delight, growing even more aroused at the erotic images flowing through their minds. Each woman, imaging these sexy hot men exploding their pent up loads into so many willing women, sighed in bliss. Secretly they all wished they could be one of those concubines, if only for just one week, just to partake of such a feast of carnal pleasure. All may have fantasied about it but laughed it off as a hopeless schoolgirl fantasy, but one, Princess Elmira herself narrowed her eyes as her mind boiled in thought.

As afternoon dissolved into night, the warm darkness of the late summer evening descended over Ephesus, obscuring everything in its purple inky dark cloak. Lydia prepared herself in her chambers in the temple, running her long fingers through her silver streaked black hair. She was still a beautiful woman, and she had to admit, the sight of all of that firm male flesh all day had stirred in her feelings she had not experienced since she was a teenager. Normally her tastes, like her patron Goddess, tended to the more Sapphic side, but today was different. She had made her own commitment to Artemis as a very young girl and had never looked back. After witnessing all those young naked men however, she had to admit, it was different. She could not get those erotic images out of her head as she imagined those strong young muscles and tongues servicing her body. Chastity, never a burden before, seemed to weigh especially heavily on her tonight.

Hearing the wind chimes ringing on her balcony in the soft evening breeze, she looked out her window in the temple and across the plaza towards the palace. It was ablaze in light, and already she could see groups of women arriving. These were the concubines she had asked for, and from the look of them from this distance, Croesus for kurtköy escort once had not spared any expense. Looking back at her own reflection in the mirror, she subconsciously pulled her gown slightly lower in the front, exposing more of her cleavage than normal. Spritzing herself lightly with oil of jasmine, she descended the stairs and made her way across the cool stones of the plaza, fully illuminated by the bright summer moon and headed straight for the Palace.

Inside, Orion and the nine other finalists stood naked and at attention in a long hall. Informed by the King himself that they had earned a special treat for such a stunning spectacle they had provided, each were salivating in anticipation of their reward. None were told what the “treat” was and certainly weren’t told of the sacrifice the winner would have to provide. Informed to appear in the royal palace, naked and at attention, curiosity filled each man’s head. As the door at the far end of the room slowly opened, each man’s jaw dropped as the high priestess Lydia herself strode confidently into the room.

Looking down the row of naked young men, she felt her face flush as she grew instantly wet. Everywhere she looked were examples of the pinnacle of male perfection, and her body reacted automatically. Nipples hardening, panties moistening, she confidently strode into the room, eyes never rising above their crotches. The men were told to keep their hands behind their backs, so nothing was hidden from her view. As they saw her enter, and feasted their own eyes on her beautiful body, her long legs, her silver streaked black hair, her full womanly figure, each raised their own salute to her.

Walking down the line, Lydia inspected each man fully. All were fully erect, which pleased her, and some were already dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Stopping before each man, she gently ran her fingers up and down the underside of his shaft before feeling the weight of his balls in her palm. The small gasps and groans she coaxed from their lips sent an electric shock of arousal right into her clit, already throbbing in long denied need. Most of the men were simple country boys, and were quite embarrassed by this inspection, but also incredibly aroused. Few met her gaze and most sweated profusely as she ran her other hand over their stomachs and up their firm tight chests. Stopping before Orion however, she paused. He was definitely different, and as she inspected him, his balls felt incredibly full and his cock even harder than the others. Looking into her eyes, she was taken aback by his expression. Rather than embarrassed, he winked at her, staring back into her eyes with his smoldering gaze, he licked his lips as she stroked him. “Oh yes, his sacrifice would TRULY be worthy!” she thought to herself as she continued to the next candidate.

Having initially inspected all of the contestants, she was delighted that all would make for a worthy sacrifice, at least physically. Standing in front of the line, she clapped her hands in applause. “Well Done men, you all are amazing physical specimens! Now, the winner of the contest will be determined at the end of this week and I am quite certain you will immensely enjoy this part of the competition. Outside those doors are thirty of the most beautiful women in Ephesus, and all have been hired to provide their bodies for you to pleasure for the next week. Each girl gets one vote as to who among you has the most passion and is the best lover, and the winner will be announced one week from tonight. Use your erotic skills well men, and make these ladies fall for your charms.”

Orion and the rest of the men broke into raucous hooting at this announcement. This was even better than they could have possibly imagined, and as the door opened and the gorgeous concubines entered, every cock twitched in anticipation. Orion, looked right into Lydia’s eyes and winked asking “Noble lady, I hope YOU are also participating! I would love to show you my special skills!” he laughed, wagging his cock back and forth while he circled his hips.

Blushing but laughing, Lydia shook her head no and left through a side door. Every male eye now turned and stared intently as the parade of beautiful women entered, their cocks throbbing at the incredible erotic vision. Giggling, blushing, feminine hands flying up to their mouths, the concubines could not believe what they were seeing. Normally hired to service tired old men, or rich but pudgy and soft wealthy boys, this was a true treat. Here before them were ten of the most desirable men in the country and all were there to compete to see how well they could satisfy THEM! For the next week this feast of beef was totally at their service. Every pussy dripped and all nipples hardened as they lustfully stared up and down the row of naked gorgeous male flesh, lingering their gaze on the line of throbbing cocks before them. At the end of the line, even more beautiful than the others was Elmira, disguised perfectly as a very expensive and exotic concubine. Staring intently at the object of her desire, she stepped forward and extended her foot before her, her half opened eyes literally radiating her arousal. Orion, feeling her intense gaze on his body, smiled his panty soaking half smile, stepped forward and knelt, lifting her bejeweled and gorgeous foot to his mouth, he lightly kissed the top and looked up into her eyes. “At your service Mistress!” he winked, as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

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My knees ache as I kneel on the floor at his feet waiting for him to look at me. The outfit he bought for me flows like liquid over my skin. It’s berry red, with a slight shimmer, the deep scoop neck doesn’t compare to the one in the back that ends right at the top of my pert round ass. I have had to be very careful all night since the skirt ends just 2 inches below my inner lips. We have just returned from a lavish dinner at La Cire, even finished with crème Brule and champagne, then out to The Drake to meet friends for dancing. I had so much fun, even if I was a little tipsy dancing with the girls as the guys watched and smiled at us from across the room as they talked business. When hands circled around my waist from behind, I thought they were Daddy’s. The moment I took a step back into him, I knew it was a mistake. Even before I could move, Daddy was there along with the rest of the group, shoving him away. Someone hit him, I am not sure who, as I was being dragged back to our booth and placed heavily there as Daddy went back to take care of my mess. The girls came back to the table and started collecting purses as the night was clearly over. As I reached for my purse, Daddy was back and so upset he didn’t even speak to me. We drove like that all the way home not a word said. When we got home he sat in his favorite chair, yet still saying nothing just looking at me with such disappointment that I immediately fell to my knees at his feet, head hanging low as the tears ran down my face. I know this is entirely my fault.

“How could you?” the voice above me is soft yet commanding. “You know you belong to me, that no other man is to touch you without my permission. Then you go and do this? Allow a total stranger to rub his pecker against your ass, MY ass? You know better baby! Now I have to figure out what to do with you and you know I don’t like to do this, but this is what you make me do. Punish you for your own good.” I nod as the tears of shame continue to flow. “Stand up Barbie!” I scramble to my feet and teeter in my heels before him, slightly shaking as I bite the inside of my lip, the slight pain holding me together.

“Strip.” The word is firm and strong as it comes from him, just the sound of his voice can make me tremble. I slide the dress from my shoulders and my bare breasts are freed from their light covering, a slight twist of the hips allows the dress to pool at my 4 inch heels. My shaking thumbs hook into my panties as I slide them down my long legs, stepping out of them I stand before him bare, nothing but my shame to hide behind. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, my Daddy.” My voice sounds so far away and meek, not like me at all, but this is what he does to me making me his shy little girl, clay in his hands to mold to his desire.

“What are you?”

My reply is again barely heard, “Your Barbie, Daddy. To play with as you want to, Daddy.”

“That is right, Barbie, good girl. And does Barbie get punished when she breaks her rules?”

I can hardly nod. To know what will come, to agree that I want it, need it is so humiliating and yet I also know it is about bostancı escort to get worse.

“Barbie, you have to do this, go ahead, baby girl.”

I swallow hard, trying to form the words in my head as I glance up at him, shuffling my feet. How does he do this? I am a grown woman. But, he makes me feel like such a naughty child. There was no way that I caused this man to grind against my ass, it was the dress that did it. That dress that screamed sex, that dress he bought for me, that dress that says I am everything a man wants in his bed. But, I belong to this man. This wonderful man that gives me everything, my home, my car, my allowance, my pain, my desires, and those orgasms that last for hours. I am his as much as he is mine. My lips part to speak, slightly louder, but not by much, “Daddy, Barbie is sorry she caused the man to want her so much he was forced to touch what is Yours. Barbie doll, thinks she should receive a punishment at Your hand so she will not forget these things in the future.” My face is bright red with embarrassment. To have to ask for a punishment is the worst. Now I wait for what seems forever for his reply.

He takes a deep cleansing breath then reaches out and takes my hand and pulls me over his lap. I hate this, the closeness, the mortification, the fact that he will feel instantly how wet my pussy is right now as I am forced over his legs, head down, feet apart, ass in the air, arms behind my back, with my breasts swinging free. His hand makes circles over my ass and I can’t help but close my eyes as the gentleness. “This,” he squeezes my right ass cheek hard, “belongs to me, Barbie. No one touches what is mine, unless I say so. Do you want me to leave you alone for the wolves out there, to let any and every man at that club take you in the back alley and have his way with you? Is that what you want?”

The whimper racks through me at the thought that both scares me and yet excites me and I shake my head no, as his fingers trail down my pussy lips parting them, exposing my wetness to the cool air, his rough fingers working my clit. “Seems baby likes the idea of being treated like a common whore, perhaps I shall set that up. I am sure the guys would enjoy using a slut like you.” Two fingers invade my pussy, causing me to arch my ass up to meet him. The response is instant, with his other hand spanking my left cheek, making me hold still. “Do you know that Donny asked me tonight, if he could use you at the party on Friday at Fetish Palace? He wants to string you up from the ceiling, spread eagle, in front of the whole club, and flog you, then cane you, cover your whole body with his marks. Then to have both he and I fuck you. Fuck my Barbie in front of the crowd. Show them how loved and owned you are. How beautiful you are. Should I let him Barbie? You would make every girl in the club jealous, as they would want to be you, and every Man will dream about having you on their leash. But only I can own a bitch as good as my Barbie.” The whole time he is talking the fingers work in and out of my pussy, slow, deep and hard, painfully kadıköy escort slow, along with the spanking of my ass never letting up, and harder ones to make his points. I am flailing on his lap, the visions he describes filling my head. The disgrace and humiliation of it all, to be beat by another man? To be fucked so roughly in public? I want to scream “Yesssss!” at the top of my lungs but I know the choice is purely his and my wet pussy is speaking for me plenty right now.

Fingers swiftly are removed from my pussy leaving me empty and wanting but not for long as my ass hole is rubbed with lube, in and out he goes with his fingers, probing deep, inserting another finger, stretching me. I am moaning on his lap and pushing back against the pressure that is building inside of me, wanting to be fucked so badly. Then I feel the cold steel of the plug as it slowly worms its way into my ass. It is huge! He works it in and out, making my ass fit to it. Tears are stinging my eyes again, as my hands are trying to grip air. “Bare down doll, take it all the way in. Just like that. Good girl.” It sinks past my rim and fills me completely and solidly. The steel starts to warm inside me. It is heavy. Then I feel the, tail?? There is a tail attached to this thing? I struggle, trying to look, panic taking over. But he holds me down, I can’t move, I can’t breathe. “Shhhhh, calm yourself Barbie. Yes it is a tail. A horse hair tail. You act like a bitch, then I will treat you like one. Now breathe or this next part will be much worse for you.”

I close my eyes, trying to compose the flood of emotion inside me. It is just a tail, just a tail, nothing more, I can do this. Daddy’s hand is rubbing soft circles over my ass and thighs letting me adjust to the thoughts running marathons though my head. Just as I take one long deep breath, that same caring hand lifts and spanks my ass and freaking hard. I jump and cry out in a mixture of pain and shock. This is it, my real punishment is about to begin. He is harsh, almost brutal, as he rains his palm down on my ass cheeks and thighs. The pain makes me struggle as first, it is too much too fast, I can’t think of anything but the pain. I can’t do this, I have to make him stop, I can’t, no, no, need to stop, safe word, what is my safe word, I can’t, make it stop! That is when is hits me. When the wall before me breaks, when the pain takes over my body, and the bliss sets in, when I fly. He doesn’t stop or let up. Daddy knows how to play with his Barbie doll, how to make her whimpers and moans into a song made just for his ears. The bulge in his pants is crushing into my side, as my pussy is running my honey into his dress pants. My ass and thighs are screaming out in pain, and I know I will wear the bruises for a week.

All of a sudden, Daddy lifts me and I am thrown over the arm of the leather sofa, I can see us in the mirror of the fireplace. The tears are now flowing down my face, making a mess of my makeup, as I see him looking at his handy work while freeing his huge cock from his pants. He doesn’t take them off, knowing the roughness kartal escort of them will make my ass chant with every thrust. Gawd this man is so good to me. I close my eyes when I see him pump his cock a few times and steps toward me. The moan cannot be contained as I feel him push hard and deep inside my cunt in one hard thrust. He stops for a moment, but just a moment, before he starts in. I feel it when he grabs the tail and lift it high, changing the pressure inside me and I scream out. It is like it is pushing on my G spot though my ass. How can that even happen? “That’s it doll, you know you need this. To be treated like the slut you are, and it is your own fault. Letting that prick touch what I own! How can I keep you safe if you go and do stupid things?”

He fucks me for what seems like hours, as I struggle under him. I watch in the mirror, it is viciously beautiful how much he loves me. How he has to possess me and take me. Make me understand his ways. My whimpers go ignored, as he takes. The need inside me to cum is so incredible, “Please Daddy please may Your baby girl cum for you??” I am thrashing under his pounding need, my clit rubbing on the leather arm.

“No.” is all he says. But the plug starts to move with him and I am crying out in pain and wonder. In the mirror I see his hand is wrapped around the plug and he is fucking me with the plug and his cock. I can’t breathe, I can’t watch this and I turn my head. OMG I need to cum! Holy Shit! “This what you want slut? To be fucked by two men? To be used as a common whore, a fuck toy? Huh? Huh? Answer me bitch!”

“YESSSSSSSS DADDY!” The screaming moan wracks from my throat as that is all I see in my head is Donny and Daddy fucking me at the club and holy hell I want it, and badly. My cunt is spraying out juices every time he pulls back, I can feel it running down my legs.

“Cum you bitch whore, CUM RIGHT NOW!”

I scream and come apart at the seams as I push up on my arms, arching high. My world shatters, bits of myself explode into the room. “Don’t you dare stop cumming whore! Cum again!” I don’t know if I cum again or get keep cumming. The world seems to spin around us as I feel Daddy fill me with cum, feel my own juices mixing with his, as the room takes on the scent of pure sex.

There is no way of knowing how much time has passed, but when I open my eyes I am in Daddy’s arms as we sit on the floor at the end of the sofa. He places soft kisses on my nose as he gently wipes the tears from my cheeks. “Hey baby girl.” The smile on his lips just melts me.

“Hey Daddy.” I return his smile.

“All better, pretty girl. It is all over, you did good. Daddy is so proud of you.” The words wrap around my heart, making me wonder what I would ever do without him. Kisses cover my face, until he makes his way to my mouth where they deepen, grow with passion and love. I shift to put my arms around him, wincing as I notice the tail is still there. Daddy’s lips curl up, those eyes of his start to twinkle. Oh no, this is not good. “Yes baby, well maybe not all over yet. To finish your punishment, the tail stays in till morning, to remind you who owns that ass.” I gasp, how am I supposed to sleep with a tail up my ass? But the look of satisfaction on his face is priceless, and makes me laugh. I love this man, I belong to him, and with him I can endure anything. Maybe even the club next weekend, a Barbie can only hope.

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I had fallen asleep, exhausted, after our last session, to dream about what had taken place.

When I wake, I find that I am blindfolded, still naked, and obviously, not still in bed.

I was so soundly asleep, I did not wake when I was moved. From the way I feel, I am in a kneeling position, with the front of my hips up against the wingback chair in the room. Trying to move, I find that I am tied to the chair. My thighs are lashed to the front legs of the chair, and my forearms are immobile, resting in the seat of the chair on the cushion.

In this position, my knees are spread wide, my pussy open to the room behind me. Blindfolded, I cannot tell if it is light or dark in the room, whether it’s day or night.

There is no sound in the room except for my light breathing. I cannot tell if I am alone, and I call your name softly, not wanting to wake you if you are asleep.

There is no reply, and after a few moments, I lay my head down on my arms and close my eyes beneath the blindfold, resigned to the fact that I must wait for you to wake or return to the room.

I can feel my knees burning a little, but not badly, as most of me is supported by the chair, and it isn’t long before I drift off in fairly deep relaxation, just on the edge of sleep.

As I drift, remotely, I seem to sense movement. Slowly realizing that I may not be alone now, I wake myself and again, quietly call your name. Again, there is no answer.

Listening intently, I try to hear you breathing. ümraniye escort All my senses are fully engaged to supplement my inability to see, and I feel my skin, standing at attention, waiting for some indication that you are there.

I have heard nothing, but suddenly, I feel your hands on my hips, slowly massaging my muscles there. I almost begin to doubt that I am certain it’s you, and then you speak to me. You tell me that you have been watching me for a while now, taking in the sight of me tied for you this way.

You ask me if I am comfortable, and I tell you that I am fine for now. You continue to rub my hips and back for a moment, moving up as you go, and reaching around to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, making them hard with your touch.

Your body is pressed against me as you do this, and it feels so good to feel your skin on mine.

Now, you replace your hands with your mouth, attentively caressing various places with your warm lips and tongue.

I sigh excitedly and my heart pounds in my ears as you stimulate me like this. When your lips leave my body, every cell strains to see where you will place them next. You vary the time between nibbles, surprising me with short intervals and playfully torturing me with extended absences. Sometimes, I can tell you are smiling by the way your mouth feels as you touch it to my skin.

This time, the interval is so long that I think you have abandoned this method of pleasing avrupa yakası escort me and are about to start something else. Then, I can hardly believe my senses as I feel your mouth on my pussy, licking my clit and sucking my pussy lips into your mouth. I can’t help but moan loudly as you continue to do this to me, desperately wanting to be loose so I can press myself more completely against your face.

I am so turned on by the feeling of having to wait for you to pleasure me as you like and not being able to rub my own clit as you take your time on me this way.

You insert your fingers into me now, making me nearly speechless as I surrender to the ecstasy this brings me.

You continue to stroke me as you move up and begin to pleasure my anus with your tongue, and I am truly wild with desire now. I begin to ask you to PLEASE fuck me now, I need to feel you inside me so badly….

Again, I feel you smile as you ignore me and continue as you wish.

Several minutes later, as my own juices are nearly dripping from me, you tell me that you are going to fuck me now. You tell me that you can clearly see that giving me your big, hard cock is the only way to treat a slut like me, and I agree, telling you that letting you fuck me is all I can think about lately. I tell you that I lie awake at night, wishing that I was able to be with you all the time, pleasing you any way you want me to, because I need to surrender to my intense need ataköy escort to please you.

I feel you move into position behind me and push your cock firmly against my vaginal opening. You feel my body tense slightly, anticipating you entering me. You surge your hips forward suddenly, entering me all at once and making me nearly limp with desire as you begin to fuck me aggressively, slapping your hips against me and pinning my hips against the chair at the same time. Having me situated between you and the chair, which isn’t moving, makes fucking me good and hard easy for you because I cannot move forward at all as you plunge into me over and over again.

I feel my orgasm building my in the middle of my brain, making my eyes roll back in my head as my g-spot finally succumbs to the repeated stroking of your cock.. I ask you to let me please cum and you encourage me to give into it so you can feel my pussy spasm on your cock as you fuck me.

Thanking you for your permission, I cum wildly, soaking your cock with my juices and then feeling them run down my leg.

You slow your pace a bit, letting me relax and regain my breath for just a moment before starting to fuck me again.

Again, I am incoherent as my sensitive pussy is overwhelmed again and again with the feeling of you inside me.

You keep talking hotly to me as you prepare to finish, you tell me that you are going to cum now and I tell you that I want to feel you cum inside me. I can feel you swell slightly and explode as you push inside me these few last times, grunting heavily as you do. (I LOVE that)

When we are done, you untie me and remove my blindfold. I can see that it is early morning, and you must leave for work soon. I fix you some breakfast while you shower.. hoping that you don’t have to work late tonight!

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My knees ache as I kneel on the floor at his feet waiting for him to look at me. The outfit he bought for me flows like liquid over my skin. It’s berry red, with a slight shimmer, the deep scoop neck doesn’t compare to the one in the back that ends right at the top of my pert round ass. I have had to be very careful all night since the skirt ends just 2 inches below my inner lips. We have just returned from a lavish dinner at La Cire, even finished with crème Brule and champagne, then out to The Drake to meet friends for dancing. I had so much fun, even if I was a little tipsy dancing with the girls as the guys watched and smiled at us from across the room as they talked business. When hands circled around my waist from behind, I thought they were Daddy’s. The moment I took a step back into him, I knew it was a mistake. Even before I could move, Daddy was there along with the rest of the group, shoving him away. Someone hit him, I am not sure who, as I was being dragged back to our booth and placed heavily there as Daddy went back to take care of my mess. The girls came back to the table and started collecting purses as the night was clearly over. As I reached for my purse, Daddy was back and so upset he didn’t even speak to me. We drove like that all the way home not a word said. When we got home he sat in his favorite chair, yet still saying nothing just looking at me with such disappointment that I immediately fell to my knees at his feet, head hanging low as the tears ran down my face. I know this is entirely my fault.

“How could you?” the voice above me is soft yet commanding. “You know you belong to me, that no other man is to touch you without my permission. Then you go and do this? Allow a total stranger to rub his pecker against your ass, MY ass? You know better baby! Now I have to figure out what to do with you and you know I don’t like to do this, but this is what you make me do. Punish you for your own good.” I nod as the tears of shame continue to flow. “Stand up Barbie!” I scramble to my feet and teeter in my heels before him, slightly shaking as I bite the inside of my lip, the slight pain holding me together.

“Strip.” The word is firm and strong as it comes from him, just the sound of his voice can make me tremble. I slide the dress from my shoulders and my bare breasts are freed from their light covering, a slight twist of the hips allows the dress to pool at my 4 inch heels. My shaking thumbs hook into my panties as I slide them down my long legs, stepping out of them I stand before him bare, nothing but my shame to hide behind. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, my Daddy.” My voice sounds so far away and meek, not like me at all, but this is what he does to me making me his shy little girl, clay in his hands to mold to his desire.

“What are you?”

My reply is again barely heard, “Your Barbie, Daddy. To play with as you want to, Daddy.”

“That is right, Barbie, good girl. And does Barbie get punished when she breaks her rules?”

I can hardly nod. To know what will come, to agree that I want it, need it is so humiliating and yet I also know it is about bostancı escort to get worse.

“Barbie, you have to do this, go ahead, baby girl.”

I swallow hard, trying to form the words in my head as I glance up at him, shuffling my feet. How does he do this? I am a grown woman. But, he makes me feel like such a naughty child. There was no way that I caused this man to grind against my ass, it was the dress that did it. That dress that screamed sex, that dress he bought for me, that dress that says I am everything a man wants in his bed. But, I belong to this man. This wonderful man that gives me everything, my home, my car, my allowance, my pain, my desires, and those orgasms that last for hours. I am his as much as he is mine. My lips part to speak, slightly louder, but not by much, “Daddy, Barbie is sorry she caused the man to want her so much he was forced to touch what is Yours. Barbie doll, thinks she should receive a punishment at Your hand so she will not forget these things in the future.” My face is bright red with embarrassment. To have to ask for a punishment is the worst. Now I wait for what seems forever for his reply.

He takes a deep cleansing breath then reaches out and takes my hand and pulls me over his lap. I hate this, the closeness, the mortification, the fact that he will feel instantly how wet my pussy is right now as I am forced over his legs, head down, feet apart, ass in the air, arms behind my back, with my breasts swinging free. His hand makes circles over my ass and I can’t help but close my eyes as the gentleness. “This,” he squeezes my right ass cheek hard, “belongs to me, Barbie. No one touches what is mine, unless I say so. Do you want me to leave you alone for the wolves out there, to let any and every man at that club take you in the back alley and have his way with you? Is that what you want?”

The whimper racks through me at the thought that both scares me and yet excites me and I shake my head no, as his fingers trail down my pussy lips parting them, exposing my wetness to the cool air, his rough fingers working my clit. “Seems baby likes the idea of being treated like a common whore, perhaps I shall set that up. I am sure the guys would enjoy using a slut like you.” Two fingers invade my pussy, causing me to arch my ass up to meet him. The response is instant, with his other hand spanking my left cheek, making me hold still. “Do you know that Donny asked me tonight, if he could use you at the party on Friday at Fetish Palace? He wants to string you up from the ceiling, spread eagle, in front of the whole club, and flog you, then cane you, cover your whole body with his marks. Then to have both he and I fuck you. Fuck my Barbie in front of the crowd. Show them how loved and owned you are. How beautiful you are. Should I let him Barbie? You would make every girl in the club jealous, as they would want to be you, and every Man will dream about having you on their leash. But only I can own a bitch as good as my Barbie.” The whole time he is talking the fingers work in and out of my pussy, slow, deep and hard, painfully slow, along with kadıköy escort the spanking of my ass never letting up, and harder ones to make his points. I am flailing on his lap, the visions he describes filling my head. The disgrace and humiliation of it all, to be beat by another man? To be fucked so roughly in public? I want to scream “Yesssss!” at the top of my lungs but I know the choice is purely his and my wet pussy is speaking for me plenty right now.

Fingers swiftly are removed from my pussy leaving me empty and wanting but not for long as my ass hole is rubbed with lube, in and out he goes with his fingers, probing deep, inserting another finger, stretching me. I am moaning on his lap and pushing back against the pressure that is building inside of me, wanting to be fucked so badly. Then I feel the cold steel of the plug as it slowly worms its way into my ass. It is huge! He works it in and out, making my ass fit to it. Tears are stinging my eyes again, as my hands are trying to grip air. “Bare down doll, take it all the way in. Just like that. Good girl.” It sinks past my rim and fills me completely and solidly. The steel starts to warm inside me. It is heavy. Then I feel the, tail?? There is a tail attached to this thing? I struggle, trying to look, panic taking over. But he holds me down, I can’t move, I can’t breathe. “Shhhhh, calm yourself Barbie. Yes it is a tail. A horse hair tail. You act like a bitch, then I will treat you like one. Now breathe or this next part will be much worse for you.”

I close my eyes, trying to compose the flood of emotion inside me. It is just a tail, just a tail, nothing more, I can do this. Daddy’s hand is rubbing soft circles over my ass and thighs letting me adjust to the thoughts running marathons though my head. Just as I take one long deep breath, that same caring hand lifts and spanks my ass and freaking hard. I jump and cry out in a mixture of pain and shock. This is it, my real punishment is about to begin. He is harsh, almost brutal, as he rains his palm down on my ass cheeks and thighs. The pain makes me struggle as first, it is too much too fast, I can’t think of anything but the pain. I can’t do this, I have to make him stop, I can’t, no, no, need to stop, safe word, what is my safe word, I can’t, make it stop! That is when is hits me. When the wall before me breaks, when the pain takes over my body, and the bliss sets in, when I fly. He doesn’t stop or let up. Daddy knows how to play with his Barbie doll, how to make her whimpers and moans into a song made just for his ears. The bulge in his pants is crushing into my side, as my pussy is running my honey into his dress pants. My ass and thighs are screaming out in pain, and I know I will wear the bruises for a week.

All of a sudden, Daddy lifts me and I am thrown over the arm of the leather sofa, I can see us in the mirror of the fireplace. The tears are now flowing down my face, making a mess of my makeup, as I see him looking at his handy work while freeing his huge cock from his pants. He doesn’t take them off, knowing the roughness of them will make my ass chant kartal escort with every thrust. Gawd this man is so good to me. I close my eyes when I see him pump his cock a few times and steps toward me. The moan cannot be contained as I feel him push hard and deep inside my cunt in one hard thrust. He stops for a moment, but just a moment, before he starts in. I feel it when he grabs the tail and lift it high, changing the pressure inside me and I scream out. It is like it is pushing on my G spot though my ass. How can that even happen? “That’s it doll, you know you need this. To be treated like the slut you are, and it is your own fault. Letting that prick touch what I own! How can I keep you safe if you go and do stupid things?”

He fucks me for what seems like hours, as I struggle under him. I watch in the mirror, it is viciously beautiful how much he loves me. How he has to possess me and take me. Make me understand his ways. My whimpers go ignored, as he takes. The need inside me to cum is so incredible, “Please Daddy please may Your baby girl cum for you??” I am thrashing under his pounding need, my clit rubbing on the leather arm.

“No.” is all he says. But the plug starts to move with him and I am crying out in pain and wonder. In the mirror I see his hand is wrapped around the plug and he is fucking me with the plug and his cock. I can’t breathe, I can’t watch this and I turn my head. OMG I need to cum! Holy Shit! “This what you want slut? To be fucked by two men? To be used as a common whore, a fuck toy? Huh? Huh? Answer me bitch!”

“YESSSSSSSS DADDY!” The screaming moan wracks from my throat as that is all I see in my head is Donny and Daddy fucking me at the club and holy hell I want it, and badly. My cunt is spraying out juices every time he pulls back, I can feel it running down my legs.

“Cum you bitch whore, CUM RIGHT NOW!”

I scream and come apart at the seams as I push up on my arms, arching high. My world shatters, bits of myself explode into the room. “Don’t you dare stop cumming whore! Cum again!” I don’t know if I cum again or get keep cumming. The world seems to spin around us as I feel Daddy fill me with cum, feel my own juices mixing with his, as the room takes on the scent of pure sex.

There is no way of knowing how much time has passed, but when I open my eyes I am in Daddy’s arms as we sit on the floor at the end of the sofa. He places soft kisses on my nose as he gently wipes the tears from my cheeks. “Hey baby girl.” The smile on his lips just melts me.

“Hey Daddy.” I return his smile.

“All better, pretty girl. It is all over, you did good. Daddy is so proud of you.” The words wrap around my heart, making me wonder what I would ever do without him. Kisses cover my face, until he makes his way to my mouth where they deepen, grow with passion and love. I shift to put my arms around him, wincing as I notice the tail is still there. Daddy’s lips curl up, those eyes of his start to twinkle. Oh no, this is not good. “Yes baby, well maybe not all over yet. To finish your punishment, the tail stays in till morning, to remind you who owns that ass.” I gasp, how am I supposed to sleep with a tail up my ass? But the look of satisfaction on his face is priceless, and makes me laugh. I love this man, I belong to him, and with him I can endure anything. Maybe even the club next weekend, a Barbie can only hope.

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Back on Ephesus, Lydia was very pleased by the final contestants. The games had gone on for over a month, and hundreds had participated, all being the best shots or most accurate animal trackers in their village or town. Now, to add to the excitement of the prior thrilling weeks of competition, the strongest and most handsome men in all of Greece stood naked before her and a crowd of very admiring and increasingly unruly women. In addition to being exceptionally handsome (and to the delight of all of the women present, well hung) here stood the ten best and most fit hunters in all of the Greek World. Firm rippled asses, low hanging luscious balls, chiseled six packs, ripped biceps, strong firm thighs and full thick swinging cocks were on display for all to see, a virtual feast for hundreds of lustful female eyes. The men now squirmed a bit, cupping themselves to try and shield their privates from being on display, as they still were not quite comfortable being this exposed in public. There efforts were in vain as everything they had had been seen by every young woman in the city. The nudity wasn’t as bad when they were competing but when they just stood still in the center of the arena, it was humiliating, and their growing erections and the pink flush forming on their cheeks seemed to only inspire more cheers and comments from the crowd.

Smiling to herself, she knew her Patron Goddess Artemis would be most pleased by this selection pool as already they were far more manly than the normal male devotees to Artemis. Sitting below her on a lower dais, the king’s daughter, surrounded by her friends, was also immensely enjoying the show of such fine male flesh displayed before her, and her flushed face and obviously agitation as she squirmed in her chair indicated a high level of arousal.

King Croesus, sitting next to Lydia on the Royal dais was also pleased, but for a more complicated and base reason. He, like her, daily prayed that Artemis would soon be satisfied, as her wrath was seriously complicating his life (and finances) as the protector of her main temple. Additionally, however he was also pleased that these incredibly expensive games were coming to an end. Despite the revenues generated by charging admission to watch the competition (unmarried young women being charged double) a month’s worth of this spectacle was significantly draining on the treasury. The fact that he also would have to provide such a large reward to the winner made him quite twitchy.

Despite his incredible wealth, Croesus was well known as being incredibly thrifty, stingy even. A myth arose, not completely untrue, that the reason his beautiful daughter Elmira was still unmarried, despite being stunning and a royal and highly sought after princess, was that he could no more part with the considerable dowry it would cost him than he could part with his own daughter. This was partially true, but he certainly did nothing to push his daughter to marry as most of the other kings did, and her natural aversion to her parade of suitors so far, he had actively encouraged. Glancing down at his daughter he grimaced though as the look that now formed on Elmira’s face would cost him NO dowry as it was clearly focused on the naked men before them in the arena, and specifically on the handsome womanizer Orion.

Lydia, turning to Croesus said “Your majesty, I would like permission to complete the selection tonight. I will need your assistance though, as I have somewhat of an unusual request.”

Intrigued, the King lifted his eyebrows but listened. “Do go on, what do you need from ME?”

“Primarily money your majesty, as the final selection will require the hiring of some, uh, well rather expensive entertainers.”

“ENTERTAINERS!!! How many entertainers? How much is THAT going to cost? And, not to pry into these holy matters you usually take care of, but what do you need entertainers for? I had assumed this contest would continue until there was only one left, and HE would be declared the winner and sent off on the quest. Is that not the process?” the King questioned.

“No your majesty, it is not. The final candidate has to have a gift worthy of giving, and I need to be assured that this gift is not only FREELY given, but also worthy of him giving away. Artemis is already furious and her anger will not be assuaged easily. Nothing would insult her more, and thus bring ruination on us all, if she was insulted by a poor candidate. She is already most pleased that you promised 20,000 pieces of silver to the contest winner, but if she were to find that the winner was not truly worthy of serving her, well, all you would have done is further insult her, and we know what THAT would mean.” Lydia grimly foretold.

Gulping hard King Croesus nodded. Pausing, he asked “When you say entertainers, what kind of entertainers are you referring to?”

Turning to him with a slight smirk, she replied “I need you to provide thirty of the most beautiful courtesans in the Kingdom for one week of work. Experience women such as them are the most qualified to judge these men and will be able to provide the final verdict on their worthiness. At the end of the maltepe escort week they will decide on the final winner.”

“COURTESANS! What on earth would a bunch of COURTESANS have to say about who is best suited for this task! What is this all about?” Exasperated, Croesus took a long swig of wine from his goblet and continued, his agitation growing as he spoke. “I am totally confused here, what are they checking for? Are they experts on hunting?! I seriously doubt it. And another thing, what is this GIFT you keep talking about? What gift? What gift are they giving? I AM THE ONE GIVING THE GIFT!!! I AM THE ONE PROVIDING THE SUBSTANTIAL PRIZE!!!”

Irritated that the King was losing his temper with her, Lydia turned to him and coolly spoke, placing her hand on his knee to calm him. Her cold tone sent a chill down the King’s spine and he immediately calmed down. Despite Croesus ruling Ephesus as king, Lydia was equally powerful as high priestess and was highly respected and much feared. As the one human on earth with a direct line to Artemis, her word carried much weight and none dared cross her. No King that wanted to continue receiving the blessings from Artemis would risk incurring her wrath, so she was in fact the true ruler of Ephesus as she ruled the King. Turning to Croesus she said “Your majesty, I thought you understood. The final candidate will need to be initiated into the Priesthood of Artemis before he would even be ALLOWED on Arcadia. Now, since this requires a lifelong vow of chastity I would assume most men would be consider that to be a big gift! You men are so protective of those silly things swinging between your legs, so I figured it would be a big deal for a man to voluntarily give up sex for life. Since most of the few male Priests of Artemis are either dried up old men, or withered weak sissy boys, the Courtesans will be able to best judge whose gift of their complete lifetime commitment of sexual denial is TRULY the biggest test of devotion to the Goddess, and thus worthy of serving her in this quest.”

King Croesus felt his blood rush from his face as he heard Lydia speak. This was certainly news to him, and neither he, nor the men competing, were aware that lifetime chastity was part of the bargain. Croesus began to sweat as he realized that if this was made known, either the cash he would have to provide as a prize would need to be MUCH higher, probably a hundred or even a thousand times higher. The other likely scenario would be having them all of them quit simultaneously, thus ensuring an even MORE enraged Goddess. Both outcomes were quite depressing.

Looking out on the naked muscular men in the arena, he felt his heart sink further. This would be an impossible request! Every remaining candidate was a young, strong, handsome man at the peak of their sexual potency. To ask these men to give it all up would be a hopeless task and he doubted that ANY cash would compensate them. His mind racing, her revelation had at least finally solved a long mystery to him. The priesthood of the Goddess was OVERWHELMINGLY female, by a ratio of 100 to 1, and now it made complete sense. The few male Priests of Artemis he had met in his life were very old, and rumors abounded that they were unable to achieve normal male emissions. He had never really given it much thought before, but now, knowing about the high price for admission to the priesthood, he understood perfectly. His mind raced as he tried desperately to think of a way out of this horrible trap he now found himself in.

“Lydia” Croesus asked, trying to seem as casual as possible. “If you don’t mind me asking, but, do the men, well, do they submit to voluntary, uh”. Now crossing his legs, he finished “castration?”

“CERTAINLY NOT!” Lydia angrily replied. “WE are not barbarians!! One has to freely give their sexual desire to the Goddess and not through such artificial means. No castration, no chastity belt!!! The constant yearning for release is to be there lifelong sacrifice to Artemis! I am surprised, if you don’t mind my saying your majesty, that YOU as guardian of the temple did not know more about the religious rites that went on there!”

She had his number. Croesus as King of Ephesus was the guardian of the temple and he was a good custodian of the physical aspects of the shrine, but as for the religious aspects he had absolutely no interest. His main focus was primarily on the financial aspect of his duties, and of course the cash that the great temple generated to the royal treasury, which was considerable.

Looking down, almost ashamed to ask, he turned to Lydia and spoke. “Well High Priestess, I am trying to learn here. If you don’t mind, I have a delicate question to ask, uh, I really do not know how to put it. You see, how do you prevent, uh, I mean what is to stop a man from, uh, well.”

Lydia, amused by the King’s embarrassment and enjoying his torturously flustered question, she answered what he was painfully trying to ask. “You want to know how we can prevent a man from either jacking off or having sex AFTER his vow to the Goddess, is that your question”

Relieved that he would not have to say pendik escort it out loud and thus embarrass himself further, the king nodded.

“You men really are pitiful! Those little twig and berries you have rule your lives; I don’t know how you make it through a single day with those things! Well Artemis knows that men are weak, so in the initiation ceremony the candidate’s ability to orgasm is given to the Goddess in a very short little ritual. After a few incantations, some incense and candles, POOF, no more seed! The magical incantations seal it safely away in his testicles forever. The only requirement for the ceremony though is the man must WILLINGLY say the incantations himself. A forced sacrifice from an unwilling initiate is no sacrifice at all and will be rejected.”

Croesus said nothing, but spent the rest of the afternoon worrying about how he was going to resolve this situation. Deciding to say nothing to the candidates about the “sacrifice” he spoke to his main guards and made the arrangements for the concubines as Lydia had requested. His concern was justified, but he hoped that fortune would provide a way out, as she had always had in the past. Croesus, more than anyone, knew that Fortuna was a fickle Mistress but she had always shined on him before, and hoped that once again she would be kind to his fate.

Princess Elmira was having a wonderful day. Cheering on her new “hero” Orion, she watched his every move, and relished studying every inch of his incredible body. Wet beyond belief, she openly salivated as his ass muscles rippled during the long jump. Feeling her nipples grow hard she witnessed his strong muscled and chiseled chest stretch as he won the javelin contest. All day long it was a feast for her senses being drenched in so much male nudity in one sitting. Looking beside her, she saw that her ladies in waiting were also enjoying the show as much as she was, and as the wine flowed, their lips grew looser.

“Gita!” Elmira joked, poking her foot at one of her favorites sitting on the couch below her. “I am most disappointed that your boyfriend Antinous did not compete. My what I would give to see his naked sexy buns flexing out there on the field right now!” Her comment caused the other noblewomen to burst out laughing. Antinous was quite handsome, and Gita was constantly teased by not only Princess Elmira but the other ladies about his incredible good looks. She was no doubt quite proud that her man inspired such admiration from her friends, but was a little embarrassed at the obvious arousal he inspired from them.

Turning to the princess she said “Well your highness, I for one am certainly glad he did NOT compete, especially after what I just overheard!”

“Do TELL!” Elmira giggled, always loving hearing the latest palace gossip. Gita now relayed the story she overhead from one of the guards. It was almost instantly known that all of the final contestants were going to be serviced by thirty of the most beautiful concubines in the kingdom (three for one) over a whole week in a giant orgy of pleasure once the King had given the order to acquire the girls. She heard this from one of the guards who was commenting on how “lucky” the finalists were, not knowing of course about the significant “catch” the winner would have. Hearing this story, the girls all cackled in delight, growing even more aroused at the erotic images flowing through their minds. Each woman, imaging these sexy hot men exploding their pent up loads into so many willing women, sighed in bliss. Secretly they all wished they could be one of those concubines, if only for just one week, just to partake of such a feast of carnal pleasure. All may have fantasied about it but laughed it off as a hopeless schoolgirl fantasy, but one, Princess Elmira herself narrowed her eyes as her mind boiled in thought.

As afternoon dissolved into night, the warm darkness of the late summer evening descended over Ephesus, obscuring everything in its purple inky dark cloak. Lydia prepared herself in her chambers in the temple, running her long fingers through her silver streaked black hair. She was still a beautiful woman, and she had to admit, the sight of all of that firm male flesh all day had stirred in her feelings she had not experienced since she was a teenager. Normally her tastes, like her patron Goddess, tended to the more Sapphic side, but today was different. She had made her own commitment to Artemis as a very young girl and had never looked back. After witnessing all those young naked men however, she had to admit, it was different. She could not get those erotic images out of her head as she imagined those strong young muscles and tongues servicing her body. Chastity, never a burden before, seemed to weigh especially heavily on her tonight.

Hearing the wind chimes ringing on her balcony in the soft evening breeze, she looked out her window in the temple and across the plaza towards the palace. It was ablaze in light, and already she could see groups of women arriving. These were the concubines she had asked for, and from the look of them from this distance, Croesus for once had not spared any expense. kurtköy escort Looking back at her own reflection in the mirror, she subconsciously pulled her gown slightly lower in the front, exposing more of her cleavage than normal. Spritzing herself lightly with oil of jasmine, she descended the stairs and made her way across the cool stones of the plaza, fully illuminated by the bright summer moon and headed straight for the Palace.

Inside, Orion and the nine other finalists stood naked and at attention in a long hall. Informed by the King himself that they had earned a special treat for such a stunning spectacle they had provided, each were salivating in anticipation of their reward. None were told what the “treat” was and certainly weren’t told of the sacrifice the winner would have to provide. Informed to appear in the royal palace, naked and at attention, curiosity filled each man’s head. As the door at the far end of the room slowly opened, each man’s jaw dropped as the high priestess Lydia herself strode confidently into the room.

Looking down the row of naked young men, she felt her face flush as she grew instantly wet. Everywhere she looked were examples of the pinnacle of male perfection, and her body reacted automatically. Nipples hardening, panties moistening, she confidently strode into the room, eyes never rising above their crotches. The men were told to keep their hands behind their backs, so nothing was hidden from her view. As they saw her enter, and feasted their own eyes on her beautiful body, her long legs, her silver streaked black hair, her full womanly figure, each raised their own salute to her.

Walking down the line, Lydia inspected each man fully. All were fully erect, which pleased her, and some were already dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Stopping before each man, she gently ran her fingers up and down the underside of his shaft before feeling the weight of his balls in her palm. The small gasps and groans she coaxed from their lips sent an electric shock of arousal right into her clit, already throbbing in long denied need. Most of the men were simple country boys, and were quite embarrassed by this inspection, but also incredibly aroused. Few met her gaze and most sweated profusely as she ran her other hand over their stomachs and up their firm tight chests. Stopping before Orion however, she paused. He was definitely different, and as she inspected him, his balls felt incredibly full and his cock even harder than the others. Looking into her eyes, she was taken aback by his expression. Rather than embarrassed, he winked at her, staring back into her eyes with his smoldering gaze, he licked his lips as she stroked him. “Oh yes, his sacrifice would TRULY be worthy!” she thought to herself as she continued to the next candidate.

Having initially inspected all of the contestants, she was delighted that all would make for a worthy sacrifice, at least physically. Standing in front of the line, she clapped her hands in applause. “Well Done men, you all are amazing physical specimens! Now, the winner of the contest will be determined at the end of this week and I am quite certain you will immensely enjoy this part of the competition. Outside those doors are thirty of the most beautiful women in Ephesus, and all have been hired to provide their bodies for you to pleasure for the next week. Each girl gets one vote as to who among you has the most passion and is the best lover, and the winner will be announced one week from tonight. Use your erotic skills well men, and make these ladies fall for your charms.”

Orion and the rest of the men broke into raucous hooting at this announcement. This was even better than they could have possibly imagined, and as the door opened and the gorgeous concubines entered, every cock twitched in anticipation. Orion, looked right into Lydia’s eyes and winked asking “Noble lady, I hope YOU are also participating! I would love to show you my special skills!” he laughed, wagging his cock back and forth while he circled his hips.

Blushing but laughing, Lydia shook her head no and left through a side door. Every male eye now turned and stared intently as the parade of beautiful women entered, their cocks throbbing at the incredible erotic vision. Giggling, blushing, feminine hands flying up to their mouths, the concubines could not believe what they were seeing. Normally hired to service tired old men, or rich but pudgy and soft wealthy boys, this was a true treat. Here before them were ten of the most desirable men in the country and all were there to compete to see how well they could satisfy THEM! For the next week this feast of beef was totally at their service. Every pussy dripped and all nipples hardened as they lustfully stared up and down the row of naked gorgeous male flesh, lingering their gaze on the line of throbbing cocks before them. At the end of the line, even more beautiful than the others was Elmira, disguised perfectly as a very expensive and exotic concubine. Staring intently at the object of her desire, she stepped forward and extended her foot before her, her half opened eyes literally radiating her arousal. Orion, feeling her intense gaze on his body, smiled his panty soaking half smile, stepped forward and knelt, lifting her bejeweled and gorgeous foot to his mouth, he lightly kissed the top and looked up into her eyes. “At your service Mistress!” he winked, as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

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