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*(This is a story about told first person by a fictional Mistress.)

(WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of degradation, domination, use of pee, ‘golden showers’.)

* * * * *

I’d just dropped off a liter of my piss to Robert, my newest, and walked in the door, when the phone rang. “That was quick, Robert. Are you ready to do exactly as I say?”

“Look inside the bag. I bought you a doggie dish. Now, pour the piss out into the dish. Take a mirror and stand it next to the dish.” Get on your hands and knees.

I heard the noises of him moving. “Done, Mistress,” he said.

“Take out your cock and play with it first. Now stay on all fours you sick bastard!! Put your mouth over the bowl and start licking it up, get your face down in it and suck up all that piss, you dog, shake your ass in the air just the way a dog would do when he’s enjoying a meal.” I could hear him trying to drink from the bowl. “That’s it slurp it, sip it, swallow it down. Look at yourself in the mirror and see how fucking stupid you look. Don’t waste any time coming, this is just a quickie.” I could hear him slurping.

“Hurry up and finish everything off your plate. Good dog, you’re almost finished, one last slurp. good…..

His breathing sounded heavier. “You’re taking too long to come. I don’t have all day. I told you from the start this was a quickie. Just to prove yourself. … Fuck it, I’m hanging up on you, Robert.”

“Please don’t, Mistress.”

“I’m out of here. I don’t give a fuck if you cum or not. Take the rest of the piss; be creative, and come by yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

========

Why do I have anything to do with the likes of Robert? Do you find him disgusting? Let me go back a little, and you might understand. Hey, I’m not asking for approval, but perhaps it will let you in on another world. Maybe you find this just a little ‘off the beaten track.’

I’m not any kind of saint, but I decided early on that I didn’t want my pussy messed with by strange men. I’m cute, but small, if you know what I mean. But about that time I discovered ‘kinky’ stuff and that’s what I like best now. Find the guy’s kinky side and get him off, and he won’t mind never getting inside a pussy. You might not believe it, but it’s true.

My needs. Well there’s no shortage of guys, believe me. My legs and buns do the trick. So I have a guy dive down there. There’s heaven at the end of some tongues. He probably won’t tell his friends about that and maybe he’ll claim he got laid, but bursa görükle eskort that’s OK. Yes, I might let him fuck me, but that’s not a big deal.

And of course some of those kinky guys kept coming back because really I treated them very well; to them I was a good mistress. That sounds funny, because I might be walking on a guy or pissing on his face, but you know what I mean. It’s their thing. I don’t judge. The ones that come back wanted to be slaves and I said to myself, ‘why not?’ Let them help with the rent. I got two kids and a third on the way.

Some of my piss slaves like it really nasty, I mean humiliating, and I’m only too happy to oblige. Robert was one of them. He’d called me up on a friend’s referral, but it was at a very busy time. It’s just as well. It will be a test.

“Mistress,” he said, “I will do anything to serve you.”

“Robert, there are some things you should know. My pussy is now and forever off limits to your cock. You have a chance now, to ask a question. I’m giving you some chances now, and there may not be many up the road. Go ahead.”

“Mistress I would love to lick you or look at you. Will that ever be allowed?”

“You will be lucky even to get a glimpse of it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“For you, my pussy is going to be a source of piss, for that is all you are worthy of. You may ask a question now. “

“Mistress will I have to drink your pee?”

“Robert, you may hang up now. You do not have to do anything.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress, that is not what I meant.”

“You will be honored to drink me, won’t you? As much as I say.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“That is true in general, for all pussies. You just get the piss from them. You may ask a question.”

“May I lick another’s pussy?”

“I might let you play sometime as a special reward. You would have to earn it. I believe this is generous.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“When I tell you, you may play with your cock for my amusement, and you will play exactly the way I tell you. You will come if and when I tell you. You may ask a question.”

“Mistress, suppose I can’t come, then?”

“If you’ve been jerking off, or cybering, I might just dismiss you. If it’s just a slow day for you, perhaps a good beating will speed things up. I also want you to know that you’ll only come when you’ve earned it, and you will do all that I say. Think all this over and call me tomorrow if you are ready to proceed.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I hung up.

He called back the next bursa escort kızlar day. “I want to proceed, Mistress.”

“Well, Robert, if you want to be taken on as a slave you have to start at the bottom. Meet me at St. Albans subway station, tomorrow at 9 am, and I will have a bottle of piss for you. You will pay me $25, take it home, and call me. You will put me on speaker phone and follow my directions.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I’ve told what happened next. I enjoyed imagining this doggy show. But this is the last thing I said, after telling him to come on his own:

“If you have the guts and desire to continue, you may call me in three days.” I hung up. I knew he would call. Sure enough, three days later, he did.

“Mistress, please continue.”

“Robert, you started well, but you must be tested in person. Are you ready?

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Call me in two hours; you must prepare for tomorrow’s visit at noon.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

When he called, I said, “I will be on my way down there a bit before noon tomorrow, and I want you to make some preparation before I get there. 1. Jerk off first thing in the morning and save the cum so we can use it. 2. Get a pair of pliers and put a couple strong rubber bands around the handles, pressing the grasping tips together. Attach it to one of your nipples tightly 15 minutes before I get there at noon. 3. Make sure that you have a semi hard on when I get there, and 4. last but not least, make sure that youre ready to drink and take in the big bottle of piss I will have been saving for you.”

I arrived at his house the next day at noon. He let me in, and immediately was on his knees. “Let’s go into your living room. Remove your pants.”

He seemed very afraid. Putty in my hands. His cock was straining at his underwear.

“Take out your cock!! Play with it.” It was semi hard and not very large.

“Come on, you can do better than that! Are you an idiot?” Tentatively, he speeded up.

“Do it like you mean it. God, I wish my friends were here. You know what I’d say? ‘Look everyone, he can’t even play with himself properly.’ “

He blushed. I could see he was beginning to feel humiliated, but he hadn’t really seen what I can do. It was time to take him further into degradation. “Go get the cum from this morning, and bring it here.” As he went to get it, I took out the bottle of piss I’d brought. He came back with a small bowl of runny liquid.

“Here, take this bottle of piss, and pour about a cup into the bowl, and mix the piss and bursa eskort kızlar cum together.” You should have seen the look on his face. First surprise, then disgust, then fear.

I barked orders: “Drink it in one big gulp.” I moved toward him and grasped the pliers and twisted the nipple halfway around. His cock jumped. “You like it. Don’t make a face like you don’t want to do it! Just do it! You’re weak and you deserve to drink piss and eat cum.” He looked at the whitish strands in my golden pee. He gulped it down.

“Now play with your cock.” His movements were slow. He seemed stunned. “Faster, Faster! Do you think I have all day to watch you?” His prick was fully erect and he beat it furiously, but left the bottle sitting on the table.

“Finish the piss.” There were a couple cups left. I’d peed a lot the night before, twice. I hadn’t yet peed in the morning. I could see his prick react as he swigged at it, then finished.

“That’s good. Now ask me for what’s in me right now!”

“Mistress, Please.”

“Say, ‘Please, Mistress, piss in my mouth.’ And kneel down. Don’t look at me while I raise my dress and take off my panties. Lie with your head on a cushion I will squat above you. You will be like a toilet.” He lay.

“That’s right, I am going to piss right into your mouth. So hurry up and get closer to coming, and I will give you that piss reward.” He raised his eyes slightly, toward my pussy, I could tell he longed for it. I hadn’t yet exposed it.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re not good enough yet to fuck or suck a pussy, so you might as well suck the piss out of one. Make sure the pliers don’t come loose. That’s it, open.” After he closed his eyes, I squatted down and held my pussy just at his lips. “Here comes your golden shower!”

My bladder was almost bursting. I dribbled for a moment then let loose. I could see him frantically trying to swallow it all.

“You better not gag.” He was swallowing furiously, but I bet I had almost a liter in there. “Drink it, Drink it. That’s it.” He’d managed almost all. A little dribbled down his chin. His cock was stiff as a rod.

“You have a lot to learn, but you obeyed me. Good dog.”

He looked happy. I had a satisfied piss drinker on my hands. “You may cum now.” I’m not the mean type. I’m glad to see him get off. On my orders.

He wasn’t coming yet. “What good are you? You better come, right now!”

His body jerked. Jism covered his hands; and it dripped onto his belly. “Don’t waste it!”

He hesitated. “Eat it and don’t gag.” Gobbling it up.

“That’s better. You’ll do better next time.”

I put my panties back on, arranged myself, and headed out the door. Robert had the makings of a fine piss slave. And he’d had just the smallest taste of me.

END

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Note: The characters in this story are both over the age of 18, as stated in Pt. 02 of this series. Jenni is 25, Mark is 34.

*****

Jenni looks down into the street below. The snowfall doesn’t appear to be slowing. She watches a car fishtail down the unplowed avenue. Only a couple of souls are trudging their way to destinations that must be important.

“What do you see out there?” Mark asks.

“Misery. I’m happy to be inside. It’s pretty, though. It’s still clean snow covering everything, like a fantasy painting.”

He comes up behind her to look and holds her to him. He’s so warm.

“You’re pretty… like a snow painting, too.” He laughs softly at his own clumsy compliment. “Come sit for me.”

They go to the “living room” and he arranges her on the couch with a throw wrapped around her and one slim leg stretched out provocatively. She still has the thick sock pulled up her calf.

“Want me to take this off?” she asks.

“Nope. I like it. Ya remind me of one of Egon Schiele’s women.”

“Oh, my!” She was familiar with some of his more explicit drawings. Marks smirks.

“Uh-huh. I get to look at all of you… ’cause you’re mine. Just stay like that for now.”

He settles into an old easy chair, props his sketchbook on his bent knee, and begins the first confident strokes. Jenni observes him with equal fascination. The look in his eyes when he’s in this mode is nearly predatory; the focus makes them appear to glow. He licks his lips from time to time. He’s somehow even sexier than she’s seen so far.

He’s quickly captured her in that pose. “Give me another,” he says.

“I don’t know how to model, Daddy,” she replies, flustered.

“Show me another piece of you. It ain’t hard.”

It was harder than he knew; Jenni wasn’t crazy about her looks. She felt inferior to other women, even the bony and slightly grotesque Schiele models. She pulls the blanket and her sleep shirt neckline down to expose her shoulder and gives him her profile so she gets some respite from that glowing gaze.

“That’s nice. You are good at this, baby girl.”

“I try hard to be good.”

“I see that,” he says, knowingly. The way his eyes travel over her she has no doubt he sees everything about her. “And I know I got ya trapped here,” he adds, reading her mind. He knows she can’t get overwhelmed by the new intimacy and run away.

After a few more pages are complete, he tells her: “Now let the blanket fall open. Slide your hips forward so the hem of your shirt rides up. Higher. Higher than that. Good girl. You’re blushin’. Are you still shy with me?”

“It’s just that I think I might leak on your couch.”

“Oh. Is it that time?” he asks kindly and his intense gaze softens a little.

“No, I’m just… wet again.”

Mark smiles. “I think you like your Daddy lookin’ at you more than you think ya do. Maybe you like bein’ seen.”

He’s right. She does feel excited by being used by him in this way. If it pleases her Daddy, it’s inherently exciting to her body and mind, even just sitting still, not being touched. “Yes,” she admits in a small voice.

“Maybe tonight when it’s dark, we’ll put the lights out and I’ll molest you in front of the window. We can make believe the whole city’s watchin’ you get dominated. Want that?” he purrs as his charcoal scrapes over the paper.

“Oh, god,” she squeaks to elicit his raspy laugh.

“Yeah, I think we’ll do that…” he says, clearly distracted by his work. His strokes are small and delicate now. He’s focused between her thighs. Jenni can barely stand it and has no doubt she’s making a puddle. His eyes flick up to meet hers.

“Your cunny is so fuckin’ cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“No, Daddy. You’re the only one who’s seen it,” she demures.

Mark likes this return to their fantasy and growls. “That’s right. It ain’t for anybody else.” He turns the page. “Again like this, but open your legs more.”

She groans involuntarily at the challenge but exposes herself further. That fact that it’s uncomfortable makes it even more exciting. He’s testing her limits in subtle ways that promise the kind of relationship she’s dreamed about for years. It’s clear he can see her aroused state. He’s got some color in his face, too, and his eyes look far less blue.

“Think there should be color in this one,” he says and leaps up to get some pastels. She remains in her pose, taking deep, deliberate breaths.

“Good girl,” he says when he returns. “Are you keeping calm?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Mark begins the sketch with the same confidence as the others, getting her shape down, then slows to choose colors with care. For the first time, he takes long pauses, just to see. He smiles at her concern.

“You have one inner lip that pokes out a little, like a puppy’s tongue. It’s adorable. Gotta get that just perfect.”

Jenni snorts. “I think women get that corrected nowadays. It’s a defect.”

“What, like plastic surgery on their pussy?”

“Exactly.”

Mark shakes his head. “Now I heard everything. Who decides this bursada escort shit? Probably a plastic surgeon needed some more business.”

“Is it just on one side?”

He sighs. “You can see it when I finish this drawing. It’s exactly what I see and ya ain’t gonna be mad at it.”

“Okay.” She adds, “Yes, Daddy,” at his raised eyebrow. Mark doesn’t seem to like single-word responses to anything pertaining to their relationship and her self-image was one of those things.

He works longer on this last drawing than the others, then concludes, “I think this is a good place to stop for today. Know why?”

“Why, Daddy?”

“Because I need my hands on you now.”

Jenni opens her arms to welcome him. She’s eager to see the drawings, but that can wait. She wants to hold him more than to look at his vision of her.

He closes the distance between them and just as his lips brush hers, there’s a knock at the door. Mark is startled enough it’s obvious he doesn’t get many surprise visitors. “Godammit. Who the hell is this? I better see, honey. I’m sorry.”

“Should I put on clothes?”

“Nah, just cover up. You’re decent.”

Mark goes to the front door. “Who is it?” he barks, not welcoming at all.

“Mark? It’s Freek.”

Mark’s posture relaxes. He opens the door. “Hey, man. What’s up?” he asks standing aside to allow the man inside. He’s in from the cold, but his Viking looks suggest it doesn’t faze him. He’s got thick red hair and a full beard, but doesn’t come across as a hipster with his brawny build. He speaks with a slight European accent.

“Someone just put out an excellent drafting table. It looks older than this building! I was wondering if you wanted it? Seems a shame to let it get ruined in the snow. I’ll help you carry it in.”

“Yeah. I need somethin’ like that for her. Thanks! You wanna get it now?”

“If you aren’t occupied,” the stranger says, smiling politely at Jenni.

“You don’t mind if I step out, do ya, baby?”

“No, Daddy.”

Mark turns away from his friend to flash her a conspiratorial grin; he’s excited she’d dare to use the nomenclature in front of company. He trades the bunny slippers for boots and the men head down to the alley.

Jenni immediately does what any girl would in a moment of privacy. She uses the toilet.

The guys return after several minutes and struggle to carry in the massive table, grunting and swearing. Jenni stands out of the way, wrapped in her throw. They set it by the window she likes.

“You have very good light to work,” the Viking remarks to her.

It hadn’t sunk in that it was meant for her.

“This look like something you can use? You need your own spot to work.”

He’d just made a space for her in his home. “It’s wonderful! It’s got compartments for all my stuff!” she exclaims like a little kid would. “Thank you!” She embraces Mark, letting the blanket fall and squeezes him tight. “Thank you, Daddy,” she says more softly. Mark is so pleased by her reaction she can feel it seep into her.

“That’s okay, baby,” he says, stroking her back. She feels him twist a little in her arms. “You want a coffee, man? Somethin’ Irish perhaps?”

“I would not say no to an Irish coffee on a day like today, if it’s no trouble.”

“Nah, it’s no trouble. I’ll hook you up.” Mark pulls away from Jenni and glances at her in her long tee shirt and socks. It’s obvious she’s nude underneath and he approves of her appearance. Was he showing her off? He leaves her with the stranger to make the coffee.

“I should say thank you to you, too, for finding this for me. I didn’t catch your name.” Jenni could have sworn he’d called himself “freak” and that couldn’t be right.

“It’s Freek. Two Es. As in Frederick, but a Dutch version.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Not a Viking, after all.

“Yes, I know how it sounds to Americans. I don’t mind that, actually,” he says warmly. “It’s good to be different.”

“I agree. You must work in the building.”

“Yes, I’m a woodworker. I make furniture, so I appreciate an honorable table like that. They don’t make things like that anymore.”

“No, they don’t. It would be sad to have it out there all covered in snow.”

“Yes, it has too much character. It needs an artist to make use of it.”

“I promise I will.”

“You take milk and sugar?” Mark calls.

“If you have it,” Freek answers.

“What about you, darlin’?”

“Yes, please.”

Mark carries a cutting board with three mugs and a bottle of whiskey to the coffee table. She realizes he’s hospitable, keeping it on hand for guests though he can’t partake. She likes that about him, that he’s classy like that. They sit and Mark covers Jenni’s lap with the discarded blanket, aware she’s vulnerable. She hadn’t forgotten; she’s still dripping wet from being about to fool around with her lover right before the knock at the door. There’s really nothing to be done about her erect nipples. Mark doesn’t seem to mind that display.

“So Mark, I didn’t know you have a daughter,” Freek begins the bursalı escort polite chit-chat.

After a moment, they realize he’s completely serious.

“I don’t,” Mark replies.

“Oh, I was sure I heard her call you ‘Daddy.’ My mistake. You do look very young,” he explains to her.

Jenni realizes she might look young enough to be Mark’s daughter, if he was a little older than he looks, too, and he started young. And then there was her attire.

“You heard right. I’m her Daddy, but she’s not my daughter. It’s a BDSM relationship,” Mark states in a tone that apologizes for the TMI, but nothing more than that.

“Oh! What an idiot I am. Well, I’m happy for you both!”

“Thanks. Sorry if we gave ya a shock. It’s new for us, too.”

“How exciting! How does one go about this? If you don’t mind my asking. I don’t actually know anyone in a full D/s relationship.”

Jenni and Mark exchange a quick glance at the facility with which Freek used the term “D/s.”

“I guess you start with figuring out what you really want and need and find the person whose needs match up.”

“Ah. Like puzzle pieces,” Freek says, adding a touch more Irish to his coffee.

“Yeah, I think with the right person it clicks into place.”

“I should try this. I’ve spent so much time working then I looked around the other day and realized I’m alone at the holidays. It sucks.”

“That does suck,” Jenni says, empathetically. “Maybe it can be your New Year’s resolution?”

He laughs. “I have to figure out what my puzzle is. But yes, maybe the one holding the missing pieces is out there,” he says gazing out at the falling snow.

“I know she is, man. You could try the fetish websites.”

“Is that how you found Jenni?”

“No, she was a gift. We got lucky enough to be introduced by someone who knows us really, really well. I would’ve tried it though, if my girl hadn’t appeared.”

“Maybe when I’m ready you can help me out with that. You know, get me drunk and I’ll tell you all my kinks and you can make me into an attractive prospect.”

“That sounds fun,” Jenni says, grinning at her Daddy.

“Yeah, we’ll make an evening of it, fill out kink forms and brag about you while you’re tipsy.”

“Okay. I’ll bring the booze… well, I’d better let you two get back to it,” Freek says good-naturedly. “Thank you for the warm-up. That was nice.”

“Thanks for helping us out with the table.”

“It’s perfect,” Jenni adds.

“It’s been a pleasure,” Freek says. “I’ll call you when I figure things out?”

“Yep. Do it,” Mark says. “We’re serious.”

“Okay. Bye, guys.”

Freek goes on his way and Mark flies to Jenni like a magnet. He’s more amorous than he’d been when they were interrupted. Heat pours off him and he smells faintly of sex like it’s coming out his pores.

“Baby, that was so hot,” he breathes as he lovingly manhandles her.

“What was?”

“You. The way you acted. Bein’ my good girl like you’re so damn proud of it.”

“I am proud of it. I’m proud you let me in your life.”

“Ya looked so beautiful and sweet. I almost died when he thought you were really my little girl.” Mark’s hands roam almost desperately over her body. “I know it’s shallow, but when he found out what you really are and he wanted ya, it made me hard, knowin’ you’re mine.”

“I don’t think he ‘wanted me,’ my love. He wants something like what we have.”

“Pfft. Ya got no idea. That’s okay, modesty’s a nice quality.”

“I’m not sure Freek’s a Dom, even,” Jenni muses.

“What? But he said…”

“He said he has to figure it out. He’s kinky, though, I can tell. It would be fun to help him out.”

“Oh, really? Maybe let him play with us?” Mark pants into her neck and nips.

“No, Daddy! I didn’t mean it like that! I only want you.” Jenni looks in his eyes, mortified.

“I know, I know. The thought crossed my mind. You were just bein’ friendly, not flirtin’ with him. Honey, did some guy make ya feel like ya weren’t allowed to talk to other men? I ain’t like that.”

“It’s happened. I felt dirty afterward when I just tried to be nice to his friends.”

“You’re a nice girl. He should have been proud. My brain went there all on its own when I saw you two talkin’. Have you ever wanted two guys at once? ‘Cause there are certain things l can’t do for you… because of my size.”

“Can I have a sip of that whiskey?”

“Ya need it?”

“It will help.”

Mark climbs off her. “Just a little to settle your nerves. If this don’t work out, the rest of this goes down the drain.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He pours about one shot into her empty mug. “That should be plenty.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“That’s okay. Now what about anal sex has ya needin’ a drink to even talk about it? That is what we’re talkin’ about, right?”

“Yeah,” she rasps through the traces of burning liquor in her throat.

“Someone hurt you like that?” Mark pulls her tight into his warm side so they can talk, still connected.

“Uh-huh. Yes, something bad happened.”

“What bursa escort sitesi a bastard. I’d like to kill him.”

“It was my mother.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, it’s messed up. She was a nurse and a demented one. She did ‘medical’ things to me. The worst was the enemas… it was violence, not medicine. So yeah, I’m a little skittish about people going near that part of me.”

Jenni’s voice is calm. She’s told this story before in therapy. She was even in a survivors’ support group, but dropped out. The idea that her abuser was a woman was too horrible for the others in the group and she never was fully accepted. It was almost like they didn’t believe a mother could really do that.

“I’m glad you told me. Your anal training is gonna be good for you. I’ll make sure it is.”

“What?” Jenni is a little shocked. She expected him to tell her she didn’t have to do that stuff.

“I still want all of you. This don’t change that. I’ll just make sure it never feels like it did before. You know, she wins if you let her ruin that part of it for us.”

“No, I won’t let her,” Jenni answers, sounding miserable. She doesn’t ask for another drink, but part of her wants to drown in that bottle.

“What if I give you an enema? Not like your mother did it, but like a Daddy does it. We can replace the old memory with a new experience. I know you’ll be more comfortable in your training if you feel clean inside. You gonna let me take care of you like that?”

The idea chills her to the bone and he can feel it as he holds her close. Jenni can’t believe how far he’s pushing her. Still, he’s right. She does need all her training and maybe sooner was better than saving it for later and worrying about it in the back of her mind. Part of her knows this is psychologically risky for a traumatized person and they should know each other better. Still, if she reacts badly, or he does, she hasn’t lost too much; she’d only been in love with him since yesterday and could still fall back out with minimal heartbreak.

“Would you want me to do it in ‘little space,’?” she asks. “I mean, people have done things to my butt before and I got through it, but I wasn’t anybody’s little girl. I don’t know how I’ll react, to be honest. I’d hate to freak out on you.”

Mark considers this. “Yes. I do prefer you to be little when I’m in caregiver mode. ‘Cause that’s what this is meant to be. It won’t feel like you’re bein’ raped. No one’s holdin’ ya down or forcing anything. It really is something you do for a loved one. Parents do it for children when they need it, not because they’re sadistic maniacs.”

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll let you try it.”

“That’s my good girl. I won’t be mad at all if ya say no, just think it’s better if you don’t. I think it will be a healing experience, if I do it right. Which I will.”

“Okay, when you get the stuff, let me know.”

“I have the stuff.”

Jenni clambers back on the couch, sits up straight to look at him. “Is this… something you like to do with people? Like a fetish?”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not a fetish, but it’ll feel like it when I do it to you. I had a partner who liked me to do it to her as a preparation for anal sex. Don’t worry! The equipment is all disposable. Nothin’s touched anybody else; it’s like what they use in the hospital.”

Jenni shudders at the word ‘hospital.’

“My little one has so many fears,” he whispers, touching her face. He continues: “Mostly I have them for myself because I like to be clean before play. Oh, that surprises you?” he teases.

“You mean you like…”

“Yeah, there are things I like that one day I’ll teach ya to do to serve me. Would you like that?”

Jenni’s warmed up visibly at the prospect of exploring her Daddy’s body and giving him intense pleasures.

“Yes, I do want to learn everything.”

“See, this won’t be bad. Do you feel ready now? If you need to wait until tomorrow…”

“I’m good,” she interrupts him, not wanting to make this any more scatological than absolutely necessary.

“Come on to the bathroom,” he commands softly. Jenni puts her hand in his trustingly and tumbles down through the years into a child-like state with her adult self looking on protectively from the edge of her awareness.

Mark lays several towels on the floor. “That’s just for you to be comfortable. This won’t make a mess,” he explains. He gets a sealed pack from the cabinet that does look like hospital supplies. “Now, I’ll get this ready. It’s just warm water and a little castile soap. I’m not puttin’ any chemicals in you.”

“You’re going to clean my insides with soap?”

“It’s recommended. It even comes with the right amount included, but it’s the same as the stuff I wash with,” he explains and adds the contents of a small packet to the vinyl bag. At the clanky sound of the faucet, Jenni jumps. Mark keeps talking in his calming manner. “This will feel real warm and nice. Bet it didn’t before.”

“No, everything was cold.” The tiles had been cold, the hands on her were cold. Even her mother’s inexplicable rage had been cold.

Mark’s ready. The expression on his face is pure kindness as he stands there, holding the prepared bag in one hand, the end of the long tube in the other. “This is lubricated, so it won’t hurt when I put it in. No part of this is supposed to hurt. We’ll go real slow.”

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It was her birthday. As I had been out of town for some weeks, we had been apart and were both keenly anticipating our reunion. I was to make her a birthday dinner and, of course, had many plans for our reacquaintance that night.

I arrived at her new house with two bags of groceries. She threw open the door and hugged me passionately before I could even set down the sacks. I laughed at the sight and sound of her joy; as always, her feelings touching me deeply.

“i missed You so much Master. It is wonderful to see You again.” She showered my face and neck with kisses as she spoke.

I took her face in my hands, and looked into her eyes. “And I you, my jewel.” I kissed her deeply and held her tight. The purple silk dress she wore slid deliciously over her figure as I squeezed and I found myself hardening against her.

After a long time, but not long enough, I broke away. “I should start cooking or we will never eat.” I carried the bags into the kitchen and she followed, her high heels clicking on the oak flooring.

The following hour was spent cooking, talking, touching when we passed, and drinking a delightful Chardonnay. By the time the food was prepared, we were blushing from the wine, warm from our close proximity, and tingling with anticipation. Moving to the dining room, I found it beautifully prepared. A charmingly simple table with candles, two flowers, and crisp linen napkins on the bare table spoke of thought and style. The mirrored wall reflected our two bodies making it appear that there were more present, but there was only us.

I set the food down and we sat; me at the head of the table, she to the side—close. I leaned over and removed her cutlery. She looked quizzically at me. “You will not be needing these tonight.” I said. She smiled.

Taking my fork, I stabbed one of the buttered shrimp and moved it to her mouth. Looking into my eyes, she parted her lips and welcomed the food. Chewing, her eyes partly closed, “Delicious, Master”. I took a shrimp for myself and had to agree. The juicy morsel was perfectly seasoned and the sweet butter dripped fragrantly from each piece. Again, I offered a shrimp and she accepted, this time some butter escaping from her lips.

Before she could respond, I leaned in and gently licked it away. She moaned softly and smiled at me. We continued eating our appetizer in this manner. Slowly, wordlessly, each of us becoming more aroused as we ate. I began to suspect she was dribbling butter deliberately so that I would lick her lips. I could see her nipples, hard, through the silk of her dress. Her thighs, slightly parted, revealed soft flesh as the short dress rode up.

Some more wine between courses and, then, peppered pork tenderloin with linguini and artichoke hearts. I fed her and myself, and then we sat and were content in each other’s presence.

The meal had been delicious, the atmosphere exciting, and her presence intoxicating. I was aching to proceed to the games I had planned and could only imagine her degree of arousal. As always when I was away, she had not been permitted orgasm, but we had been exploring all kinds of different methods of arousal—and denial. I was sure, even after our food, that she was very hungry indeed.

“Your dessert will have to wait until later jewel. Mine, however, I will have now,” I said and ordered her to stand. “As beautiful as you are in it, I would like you to remove your dress.” It slid from her body, revealing, as I had suspected, her naked form.

Smooth, silken, soft and enticing, she stood before me. I took her hand and led her into the sitting room, standing her beneath the arch. Hands behind her back, feet apart, she waited smiling, as I retrieved our ‘bag of tricks’ from the bedroom.

Sliding the padded leather cuffs over her wrists and ankles, she sighed, inhaling the leather’s musk. “i have needed this Master.”

Spreading her arms and legs wide and securing them to the arch I replied, “Now you have a choice to make, my jewel. I trust that you are aroused just now, and I understand that it is your birthday.” I walked around her, admiring her body pulled taut and presented to me by the bonds.

“So, if you want to cum as I play with you tied like this, then you have my permission. However, you will only be allowed to cum once, although I will continue to use you for the rest of the night. If you can resist the urge to orgasm, then, my precious jewel, you will have my permission to climax as often as you wish tonight . And I promise, you will cum often indeed before the dawn.”

She rolled her hips slightly and moaned. “Master, i want nothing more than to orgasm right now, and if You gave permission i would, with not a touch. But, i am Yours, and Your gift of a night of undenied pleasure is more exciting than i thought possible. Therefore, i will choose to withhold my orgasm until You untie me. i only hope I have the strength.”

I had hoped that she would elect to wait. I smiled, glad that she had and happy that I knew my jewel so well.

I slid the padded blindfold over her eyes—enhancing her other senses. I picked up a comb, bursa osmangazi escort designed for permed hair, and ran it over my palm, feeling its scratch.

Starting at her shoulder, I ran the comb in a long, straight line down over her buttock to the ankle straps of her shoes. Surprised, she gasped and arched her back away from the comb. I repeated the stroke further towards the center of her back. She arched again, but not so violently, expecting it now. Slowly, I dragged the comb down her back, her buttocks, and her legs from one side to the other and back again. With each stroke she arched away less and eventually began groaning and arching toward the comb. I moved further around her stretched body, scratching the comb over her sides and further, until I was standing facing her. She was breathing heavily, lips parted, head to one side.

“How does this feel, jewel?”

“Oh Sir, i’ve never felt that before. It’s like every nerve is firing and soooo sensitive to any stimulation at the same time. It’s driving me crazy—i love it!”

“I am glad you like it, jewel. I shall continue then.”

I continue to run the comb down over her body— collar bone to foot. Scratching the skin lightly, over her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. I ensured that I covered her inner thighs, but studiously avoided her mons.

By now every nerve in her skin was screaming for attention and her hips were rolling around subconsciously. She moaned quietly to herself whether I was touching her or not. I put down the comb.

Earlier I had placed some raspberry flavored oil on a candle warmer, and now I reached for the bowl.

“It’s time for my dessert now, jewel—but presentation is everything, so I must prepare.”

“Oooh yes Master, please touch me. My skin is on fire. Please?”

Picking up the soft, fan-shaped art brush I had brought with me, I walked around my writhing sub. Coating the 3/4 inch brush in oil, I admired the sight before me, and chose my starting place.

Unable to see me, jewel keenly listened for my footsteps, trying to determine where I was, and when/if I was going to touch her. I moved to her side. Dipped and dabbed the brush, then placed it beneath her right arm and ran it down her side. jewel grunted – from the warmth, the feathery softness of the bristles, and the slippery oil. I continued painting the oil—replenishing the brush as I went—around onto her lower back. Then down between her buttocks, onto her inner thigh, spiraling around her leg towards her foot, stopping at the strap of her shoe. I stood and recommenced painting at the top of her buttocks, up and over her hip.

The warm oil added a sheen to her skin. Around and down, I trailed the brush along that sensitive line between abdomen and pelvis, straight towards her center. She arched towards me—head thrown back, pelvis thrust forward, panting. When I reached her mons proper, I stopped, recharged my brush, and continued painting around the gentle swell of her belly and in towards her navel.

Again, I replenished my brush and proceeded northward. Around her breast, spiraling inwards to the areola, and then the nipple—thoroughly coating the latter in the fragrant oil. On the other breast, I started on the nipple and spiraled outward around the breast and then up the middle of her chest, her neck, and onto her lips—painting her lips delicately with the oil.

“Just a taste, my pet, of what I will be savoring.” I put down the bowl and brush, and walked around her, “Are you regretting your decision to hold back for later, my jewel? You know you can orgasm whenever you want, but that will be all for tonight—and perhaps for a long time.” Standing close, in front of her, “But if you wait, my pet….aaaaah….you will cum and cum and cum—but you must wait and it is sooo hard, isn’t it? You must want to release soo badly by now.”

Through ragged breaths, and nodding her blindfold head, she grunted her answer, “Nnng, sssssso v-v-very hard M-Master. B-b-but i’ll wait, Sir, please.”

Smiling, I moved to the side where I had commenced the oiling. Bending my head, I held my lips over her oiled skin for a moment, and then began to lick. Softly, lovingly, I tasted her skin, the oil, and her excitement at my touch. Down, over her buttocks, her thighs. She, pushing towards me, as far as her bonds allowed moaning, “Oh Sir,” over and over as the leather restraints creaked.

Slowly, I licked the oil from her hip, her belly . I tasted her navel, smelling her arousal, and then up around her breast to the nipple. Her moans becoming more strident as I centered on the nub—and then disappointment as I left it briefly for the other.

Sucking the second nipple, and then licking upwards— her neck, her jaw-line, and finally to her lips. Cleaning her mouth of the oil, brushing my lips along hers, I could feel her restraining herself from kissing me without permission. I broke contact and stood close but not touching — savoring my jewel’s submission, savoring our arousal, savoring the night.

Stepping back, I reassured her, “Almost time to untie you, my pet.” bursa yıldırım escort From our bag of toys I removed the nipple clamps with which my pet and I had first played. They were stronger than the others in our collection and quite painful. jewel could wear them only briefly, but when she did they increased her arousal dramatically without actually making her orgasm.

I approached the bound woman and stood very close again. Her breathing had calmed somewhat, but her body glowed with intense arousal. Gently, I rubbed the cold metal against the tips of both nipples. She gasped with surprise and stimulation — aware that I was touching her with clamps, but unsure which ones.

I opened the jaws, and slowly allowed them to close on both nipples simultaneously. As the pressure increased, jewel could tell which clamps I had selected, and she moaned in that delightful pleasure/pain tone. I released the clamps and, as gravity claimed them, jewel grunted as they pulled on her swollen nubs.

I reached up and placed the key to her bonds in her hand. Stepping backwards I removed my shirt and pants and sat on the dining chair in front of her.

“My jewel, I am naked, sitting before you. you have the key; you may unbuckle yourself, remove your blindfold, and come to me. However, should you drop the key or be unable to free yourself, I will assume you do not wish to accept my birthday gift, and I will resume playing with your body.”

I watched as she manipulated the key. Although dexterously done, the clamps, her arousal, and her haste caused her some difficulty. Eventually she freed one hand, and I watched as she unbuckled her other hand and ankles. Each movement caused the clamps to swing and pull on her distended nipples, eliciting moans. Once free she stood upright and slowly removed her blindfold. Her eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my cock—purple and swollen with desire for her.

Finally she met my gaze and moved to stand in front of me, legs slightly parted. Her breathing was deep, her eyes hooded, lips moist.

“Master, i am untied. May i have Your permission to orgasm?”

“My jewel, I would love for you to orgasm. But I would like you to do it on my cock.”

She breathed deeply, flinching slightly at the clamps’ movement.

“Then may i sit on Your cock please, Master?”

“Of course, my jewel. It is so hard and so swollen just for you.”

She moaned a little at that, and straddled my legs. “Thank You, Sir.” Her hands on my shoulders, she slowly lowered herself. My cock head nudged against her swollen pussy lips, and then I was inside her. So hot and tight and wet, the sensation almost making me orgasm. She, taking a sudden deep breath in and releasing it in gasps as she held still, not daring to move without permission.

“Master, please may i give You my orgasm?”

I reached for the clamps and slowly released the pressure. “Yes, my jewel, you may cum for me.” As the blood returned to the tortured nubs, her head fell back and, without moving, she orgasmed. Her vaginal muscles clamped down and spasmed around me, fluttering against my manhood. She cried out unintelligibly, and then began to move her hips.

Small movements, but enough to carry her through to another climax. Moaning, crying out my name, gasping, she came again. She slowed and stopped.

“Master that was wonderful, thank You. But You did not cum, m’Lord. Please may i pleasure You?”

“Oh you will, jewel—we have barely begun.”

She smiled. We stood, I led her to the bedroom, and she climbed onto the edge of the bed on hands and knees. Standing behind her, I cupped her swollen pussy with one hand and gently caressed her. With the other hand I took the anal bead wand from the bedside table. As I lubricated it in her juices, jewel moaned at the firm stimulation. I held the wand at the entrance to her ass and slowly increased the pressure. As she felt this, she moved back against me, trying for penetration. I held her back and continued slowly pushing.

Finally, the first bead popped through her asshole and she groaned with satisfaction. I continued the pressure and she moaned in anticipation, remembering the progressively increasing size of the beads. My other hand was still softly stroking her pussy mound – barely touching. One by one the beads popped into her rectum and jewel’s moans rose in pitch as she was filled. When only the wand handle remained protruding I let go of it, allowing her some time to feel the beads inside her and to yearn for their movement.

I hadn’t thought it possible, but her pussy was growing wetter and her sighs of pleasure became louder. My free hand softly rubbed the bead wand, transmitting the slightest vibration onto her sensitized anus. I flicked it and she gasped, rolling her hips toward the hand on her pussy. Again I flicked, over and over, each time keeping my hand barely touching her thrusting pussy mound. By now she was moaning and pleading for more stimulation.

“Don’t hold out now. Remember, jewel, you may come whenever you wish.”

“Oh, but Master, i am not — i am so 7/24 bursa escort close — i need just a little more, please?”

With that I grasped the wand and began to pull it out. As each bead broached her anal ring, I would allow it to slip back inside slightly before finally extracting it. As each bead left her rectum, jewel would cry out, and my hand on her pussy could feel the spasms as her vagina contracted in orgasm.

Even when all the beads were removed, she continued to cry out intermittently as the aftershocks rippled through her, causing more, smaller orgasms. Finally she was done and she collapsed sideways on the bed, looking at me past half-closed lids. “Thank You, Master, oh thank You.”

“You are welcome, jewel. Would you like your dessert now?”

“Yes please, Master, i would.”

“It will take a small period of time to prepare, so whilst I do that I would like you over here.”

I indicated the kneeling apparatus I had built. She had been on it once before, and when she realized to what I was going to attach her, she smiled and growled with arousal.

Gingerly she lowered herself onto the vibrator attached atop the vertical pole. I had built this device to my sub’s specific measurements, so, when I separated her knees slightly and secured them to the forward cross bar she was deeply, deeply penetrated and quite unable to move up or down. I arranged the clitoral stimulator exactly on top of her pink nubbin. Quickly I strapped her ankles to the rear cross bar, buckled her wrists behind her back, and then secured the cuffs to the main bar of the apparatus beneath her crotch. She was helpless, penetrated, full, and immobile. I gazed at her in adoration. She gazed at me in pleasure and submission until I replaced the blindfold. “I will return.”

I rapidly assembled a plate bearing strawberries, whilst dark chocolate melted in a small bowl. I returned to the bedroom. My jewel was breathing heavily and very slightly rocking her hips backwards and forwards—about the only movement my apparatus afforded her and one that normally I would punish. Tonight, however, I was in a generous mood, and happy to see her stimulate herself.

I pulled a chair close in front of her and sat. She could smell the chocolate and the fresh tang of the strawberries. She licked her lips. I dipped a strawberry in the chocolate, gathered the drips on the fruit, and held the concoction an inch from her lips. Again she licked her lips, “please Sir, may i have Your dessert—it smells delicious.”

Smiling, I touched her lips with the fruit; she opened and devoured the sweet food.

“Mmmmm, gorgeous.” she said. “May i have some more, Sir?” Again I fed her, until the bowl was empty.

“All gone, my pet,” I said. She smiled.

“Master, may i finish my dessert by tasting Your cum? Please? It would be the perfect ending to the perfect meal.”

My sub is a fellatio expert and the thought of her expert ministrations excited me immensely. Wordlessly, I leaned over and turned on the vibrator. Her head fell backwards and her back arched. “Yesssssssss!” she hissed.

I stood in front of her, my cock rock hard and purple as it had been most of the night. The head brushed her lips, and she opened her mouth and kissed my manhood. Slowly she engulfed me—her warmth and wetness arousing me still further. She withdrew, and licked me from base to tip, moaning as she did so.

“Can you taste yourself on my cock, jewel?” I asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her words.

“Oh yes, Master—and we taste sooo good. Oooooh Sir, i am so close…to cumming…again…” As she moaned in orgasm she took my cock deep into her throat and massaged me with her muscles. Humming and moaning and groaning, the vibrations transmitted to my cock drove me higher and higher. My hands stroked her hair and, as my hips started to buck fucking her mouth, I lightly held her head.

By now she was groaning and twitching continuously as orgasm after orgasm hit her. With her movement on the vibrator so restricted by her bonds, she was totally at the mercy of the device. She had told me before that such electrical apparatus gave her the willies due to their incessant, merciless nature; but I suspected that it also secretly excited her.

My excitement was reaching its peak. Her expert mouth, the stimulating memories of the evening, and the sight of my sub writhing in pleasure all served to push me over the edge. I groaned and my cock spasmed, spurting deep into jewel’s mouth. Again and again I filled her with my seed, and again and again she swallowed. As my orgasm subsided, she, still twitching and moaning, withdrew slightly and licked my softening cock clean.

I sat back down on the chair and looked at my beautiful sub. Wisps of hair had escaped their bonds and framed her face. The blindfold hid her eyes, but she looked where she felt I was. Her lips were moist, slightly parted and puffy from taking my cock. Her breasts were red and swollen, the nipples crinkled hard. The breath sighed in and out as she continued to orgasm over and over. Her stomach muscles fluttered, her pussy lips clenching the vibrator. In her helpless, debauched condition; in a state of pleasure and over-satiety; and in a mental zone of total subservience, she had never looked so desirable. I was proud, honored and amazed that this wonderful woman had gifted me with her submission and allowed me to become her Master.

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“Get up, slave,” Master Nicolas said. “We are going on a little outing today.”

Slave was wearing nothing, as usual, and trailed along behind Master Nicolas. She noticed he had a golf bag with him, which she had never seen before. “Master, are we going golfing?”

Master gave her a hard blow across her backside for speaking out of turn, making her nearly topple over. “When will you learn not to speak, slave? You try my patience each new day.”

Slave bowed her head in shame. “I’m so sorry, Master, please forgive me.”

Master put his finger into her mouth and she sucked on it dutifully. “Perhaps I will forgive you, if you perform well for me today. Tell me slave, have you golfed before?”

“No sir, I haven’t ever golfed, sir.”

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. You won’t be golfing anyway. However, myself and a few friends will be on the golf course today -“

“Will I get to come along, please?”

“Silence!” Two blows this time, and Master watched as the blood rushed to her ass. “I have to punish you now, bad girl. I can’t believe you are ruining my day already and it isn’t even 6 o’clock.”

Slave looked up, her big brown eyes getting wet. She pleaded to Master with her features. “Do you think I’m weak, slave?” She shook her head furiously. “I do not fall for your silly games. Now, bend over.”

She did as she was told. First Master would hit her ass with his hands. He liked to smack the left side first, then the right, and alternate. Sometimes he would hit both cheeks at once. Master got lost in his punishment of slave, but slave would say nothing.

Sometimes Master would use an object he found near him at the time of her wrongdoing. He had used a broom handle, a dust pan, a brush paddle, a rope, a wet towel, and even a rolled up newspaper, like she was a dog. He even made her bark for him, which she did.

Today he used his hands, and after her ass was sufficiently warmed, he cleared his throat. Slave could tell he was aroused, and wanted more than anything to be able to smile and look at him, but that would only make him more upset. Slave knew Master wanted to punish her without getting aroused, but she also knew that her ass was very pleasing to him.

“I will now strike you with this paperback book. You will be silent.” He began his blows, and slave was happy that it did not hurt very much. Out of all of the objects he used on her, she hated the wet towel the most, as it left painful, red welts on her ass so that she couldn’t even sit down. But of course Master made her sit all day long after that.

She whimpered slightly as the blows became harder. It was clear Master would soon lose control of himself.

“You – cannot – speak – out – of – turn!”

“Y-yes, Master!”

He slowed his smacks. “You know I don’t like to punish you, slave.” Master was out of breath. Slave wanted so badly to reach behind and stroke his cock, which she knew would be impossibly hard beneath his trousers.

“P-please, Master, let me please you,” slave said meekly, trying to push her ass back closer to Master’s cock.

Master sputtered in rage and arousal. “You dare speak out of turn to me again?”

Slave yelped, “Sir, I just want to make you happy! Please let me suck you off, or let me fuck you, or anything!”

Master gripped her hair tightly. “You want me to use you like a slut? Is that all you are to me, slave?”

“N-no, Master, but I-“

“You don’t want me to treat you with respect, do you? You want me to bend you over whenever my cock gets a little aroused at that tight ass of yours, and then fuck you stupid? You want me to slam into you so many times that your little pussy aches at night before you fall asleep on the floor at the foot of my bed?” Slave whimpered softly. “If you need my cock in you so badly you will call yourself what you are, an untrainable piece of ass who is only good for fucking. Isn’t that right, slut?”

Slave knew Master loved to call her these names. He loved it when she used naughty words to describe herself. “Yes sir, yes Master, I’m only good for fucking, I’m your cum bucket, your cum dumpster, I’m a dirty, nasty slut!”

“That’s right, cunt slut. Look at how disgusting you are. Your pussy is gaping open for my cock.”

Slave couldn’t bear it much longer. She needed Master’s cock in her pussy or in her mouth, she didn’t care. She pushed her hips up again, hoping he would probe her.

“Oh, you dirty slut. You think I’m going to satisfy you, after you defied me all morning? No, perhaps this will be your punishment.”

Master had much planned that afternoon. Slave wasn’t sure if he had come up with it after her defiance that morning, or if he wanted to torture her even before. Once Master had finished striking her, he forbid her to touch herself and sent her to the car to wait for him.

Master drove in silence to a remote golf course on the outskirts of town. There were no other cars in the parking lot. Slave was still apprehensive about walking outside naked. Master grew frustrated with her. “You are mine, bursa escort 7/24 slave. I know what is best for you. You will get out of this car, and you will walk around with me today, naked as the day you were born, and naked as the day I first penetrated you.”

Slave took Master’s hand and she stepped out of the car. The day was bright and sunny, but cool. Her nipples grew hard immediately and she tried to cover herself. Master smacked her hands down.

“Do not cover yourself up. You are mine to witness.” Master continued. “Now, some rules. I am going to play a game of golf. I have friends who will be coming today. They have been told that you are a dirty slut and that you need punishing. You are to be our slut caddy for the day. You will sit quietly with the clubs, and, if we so desire it, serve us drinks from the cart. You serve us, slut. You will get no enjoyment out of this.”

Slave felt such shame. She did not want these other men to see her embarrassment. Her eyes grew wide as Master came at her with a large black marker. “Now, I must let everyone know what a bad slave you are.”

He colored on her body, and it tickled slightly, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. Across her stomach, it read, “I am a dirty slut.” Slave wanted to protest, but didn’t. Perhaps she was learning.

Master smiled devilishly at Slave as a black Lexus turned into the parking lot. Slave blushed furiously, ashamed at the words written on her chest.

Three men got out of the car. They all terrified slave. They were tall and they towered over her. Slave tried to hide behind Master. “Slave, what are you doing?” Master pulled her out from behind him, smacking her ass a little. The three men laughed.

“So, mate, this is your slave? What a precious girl. How old is she?”

“She is 20 next month,” Master moved in closer to the men, “And believe me, I have something special planned for her birthday.”

The men laughed again. “Can we touch her?” one said, blushing slightly.

“Of course. You may do whatever you like to her, but she is not to enjoy it. Today she is being punished. As you see here on her chest, she has been a bad girl and I now have to show her what the consequences are for defying me.”

A man stepped up to slave and pinched her nipples, hard. She whimpered. “She has an amazing rack.”

Master spoke, “Yes, she does. But don’t pinch her nipples too much, I’m afraid she enjoys it.”

“No, sir, I don’t like it sir!”

Master gave her a smack across her face, and her knees buckled. She almost fell onto the hard gravel of the parking lot. Master wasn’t normally so cruel, but slave reasoned that Master had to show his dominance to her in front of his friends. Slave wished she was alone with him.

“You sure that doesn’t hurt her?”

“What? Well of course it hurts her. She deserves punishment. Men, if you knew what I had to go through with this one, well…you would leave welts on her ass and smack her face too. Besides, my slave is a dirty slut and gets off on all of this. Check her pussy.”

One reached forward to her and slid his fingers across her labia.

“My god, she’s soaking!” His hands were gleaming with her wetness, and slave grew red with shame.

“I’m sorry Master, I can’t help it!”

Master refrained from slapping her again, but sighed. “You see, men, she is a cheap slut. She is a pervert, too. Look at how soaked her pussy is from being naked in front of three strange men, getting abused by her Master.”

One of the men laughed. “Wow, she is a slut, huh? Can we…can we fuck her?”

“In time, my friends. Now, don’t we have a game of golf to play? I didn’t bring my slut along to get satisfaction, but to punish her. She will serve as our caddy and our servant girl. She will do as we say, whatever we say, and if she doesn’t, we can punish her accordingly. I give you all full permission to punish her in whatever way you want.”

The men stood in wonder, and they all wished they had their own slaves.

Master addressed slave, “You will call these men Master. They are your Master just as much as I am your Master. If you defy them, they will punish you.”

“How do we punish a slave, anyway?”

“Hm, perhaps I can give you a demonstration? Bend over slave, touch your toes.” Slave bent as told, exposing her red, puffing pussy. “Now then, I punish my slave by striking her with whatever objects I have on hand. I mostly strike her on her ass, because I find the skin there to be quite resilient. I don’t want to scar my slave, as I don’t want to taint her beautiful body. Now, does anyone have anything I can strike her with?”

The men pondered. “What about a shoe? I have a pair of dress shoes in the car.”

“A shoe would work splendidly, in fact, that is one of my favorite objects to use upon her. Can you go and get it?” Slave’s legs were hurting as she touched her toes. She was humiliated, but felt her pussy soak more thoroughly at the thought of these men beating her with their shoes. Why was she like this?

“Slave,” olgun bursa escort Master said, “each of these men will beat you in turn. This is just part of your punishment for defying me earlier today. Be as quiet as possible and you will please me greatly.”

Slave nodded.

“Now, Master Derrick will punish you first. Derrick, start out slowly. Perhaps you could smack her ass with your hand first, to warm her up. If she looks aroused, this is your signal to start harder. This is a punishment. She is not supposed to be enjoying herself. If she cries out, you smack her harder. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, I think I got it.” He moved closer to her, and slave could tell he was aroused. His breath was coming rapidly and could feel his heat on her body. “Alright, slave, I’m going to hit you now.”

“Yes Master, please punish me Master.” Slave knew these men were not as disciplined as her true Master. Perhaps she could get them so aroused that Master would let them fuck her.

He came down of her left cheek with a powerful hand. Slave moaned, and pushed her ass back, presenting herself to him for another blow.

“Derrick, she is enjoying herself. Hit her harder.”

Derrick smacked her again, and this time slave had to try hard to balance herself. He started to find a rhythm, smacking each cheek with each hand, harder and harder each time. He liked to stop hitting her and grip her ass cheeks in his hands, massaging them. Slave purred in response. “Derrick, you have to remember that she is a dirty slut and is completely aroused by what you are doing. Check her pussy.”

Derrick could see her wetness, but was still surprised when he dragged a finger across her opening.

“Ask her to clean off your hands, as she has soiled them.”

“Slave, clean off my hands.” Slave turned around and sucked his hand clean, looking up at him with complete lust, begging him to fuck her. “Oh Jesus,” Derrick cried out. “This is amazing.”

Slave got a glimpse at Derrick’s crotch. She could clearly see the outline of his cock in his trousers. She wanted so badly to touch it, but she knew she wouldn’t get any cock today if she did that.

The other two men were rubbing their dicks through their pants, eyes wide and their mouths gaping open. Slave wondered if they had ever even seen a naked slave before, as they were as horny as school boys.

“Derrick,” Master said, “Smack her with the shoe now.”

“Yes, of course,” Derrick said, swallowing hard. He felt like he was going to cum inside of his pants. He picked up the shoe and brought it down on her ass. “You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” Derrick said, getting into his role. “Do you like this? Do you like getting punished?” Slave nodded furiously in agreement.

“You answer when spoken to, slave,” Master said harshly.

“Yes! Yes I love being punished, please Master Derrick, please punish me more!”

One of the men left rubbing his own dick couldn’t stand it anymore. “Well, let someone else have a turn, hm?” He shoved Derrick aside and took the shoe from him.

“Slave, this is Master Andrew. He will punish you. Now slave, you really must try not to arouse my guests. We are here to golf and you are wasting everyone’s time.”

“I’m sorry, Masters, I’m sorry you need to punish me.”

Andrew rushed towards slave, and stuck his hand right onto her pussy. “You cunt, like you think this is punishment. My whole hand is absolutely soaked!” He wiped his hand all over her face, covering her lips, cheeks, and nose with her pussy juice. He smacked her slightly across the face. “Well, I’ll punish you right.” He took the shoe and forcefully struck her on her right butt cheek. She yelped, surprised at his strength.

“Silence, slave!” Her true Master yelled.

She bit down on her lips as Master Andrew struck her again and again with the shoe. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“This is how you punish a slave! You slut! Do you like this, slave? Should I hit harder?”

“No, Master Andrew, please stop hitting me!”

“But you need to be punished, slut. You need to be punished for what you did to your Master.

“I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry!”

“No you aren’t. You aren’t sorry.” Andrew gave Master a look to see if he could keep going, and Master nodded, quite enjoying the show.

“I bet you’d like my big cock in that wet pussy of yours, wouldn’t you?” Slave moaned and pushed her ass out further, even as he struck her.

“Wouldn’t you!” he raged, and slave cried out, “Yes, yes please fuck me Master Andrew, I need it so bad!”

Slave’s true Master stepped in. “I think that’s enough, Andrew. We can’t have you shoving your cock into her pussy and giving her what she wants.” Andrew looked irritated by Master, but he knew that he was right.

“Now then. Leon is last. Come take the shoe, Leon.”

He walked up to slave and took the shoe. He was completely silent as he looked slave up and down, his cock straining out of his pants. He wanted more than anything to shove his cock in any hole that she gave genç bursa escort him. However, he knew that slave was the property of her Master, and wouldn’t defy him.

“Well, go on Leon, strike her.”

He brought the shoe down, but not nearly as hard as Andrew. Slave’s ass, however, was beet red and sore from her previous beatings, and whimpered in pain anyway.

This time he raised the shoe higher and smacked her with all the force he had. Slave cried out. He continued to hit her ass in silence, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and gritting his teeth. It was as if he forgot anyone else was there, all except him and slave’s ass, which needed to be punished.

Slave’s tears were flowing freely now, and this took Leon out of his trance. Master took the shoe from him. “I didn’t hit her too hard, did I?”

“One can never hit a slave hard enough, I’m afraid. You wait, she will be acting up again even before the shoe prints fade from that ass of hers.” Master continued. “Now, I’m sure you are all very aroused. I don’t know if you knew, but slave here is my little cum dumpster. Since you are all acting as Masters for a day, she is your cum dumpster too. We can’t very well play golf with these hard-ons. Slave!” Master barked.

“Y-yes, Master,” she said feebly, her ass still stinging in pain.

“You will please all of my friends with only your mouth and your hands.”

Slave could see the men grow visibly excited about this.

“If you even so much as touch your pussy, ass, or tits I will beat you until you bleed. Is that clear?”

“Yes master.”

Master turned to the men. “Now then, I can finally show you my slave’s oral talents. She might be a common slut but at least that mouth of hers has some value.”

The men fished their cocks out of their pants, and slave’s pussy dripped moisture at the sight of them. They were all dripping pre-cum and standing at attention, almost purple from arousal. Slave was so happy that she made them so worked up.

Andrew couldn’t take the sexual tension anymore. “Slave, suck my cock now!” Slave scrambled to get to his dick, and the entire length of it disappeared into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck! That’s it, slut, all the way down on my dick!”

Her head bobbed up and down on it, and slave masterfully used her tongue to tease the shaft and head of his cock. One hand went up to cup and massage his balls, and the other went to the base of his dick to pump softly as her mouth engulfed the tip. Slave worked fast to get the man to cum. She knew the faster he came, the more pleased Master would be.

“Slave, you will swallow all of Master Andrew’s cum. If you drop any of his precious cum you will lick it up off the ground as we swat you with the shoe again.”

Andrew’s hips bucked wildly against slave’s throat. She allowed herself to gag onto his dick, and he cried out in pleasure. “Good Christ you are a good little slut.” He held onto the back of her head and forced his dick into her throat. She gagged and thrashed about, but still Andrew held her down. Master looked on, amused.

“Take my cock, bitch! You ready to swallow my cum? Are you ready for it? Here it comes, here it comes! Swallow all of it you fucking cunt slut cum dumpster! Oh god, oh god, here it is!”

Andrew’s cock was all the way in the back of slave’s throat, and she felt him emptying his cum into her stomach. She waited dutifully until all of his jizz was safely down her throat and then came up for air, gasping. Andrew wiped his cock over her face, smiling happily. “Good job, slut. That’s the best blow job I’ve ever had. How was my cum, slave?”

“Good, Master Andrew. I’m so glad you are pleased with me.”

Master spoke, “Okay Andrew, now you understand my slave’s oral talents. Who wants to go next?”

Both Derrick’s and Leon’s cocks were out, and they were stroking them as they watched the show. Their cocks look about ready to burst. Slave smiled at them.

Derrick spoke first. “She can suck me, but I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“Not very long, I have trained my slave very well in the art of cock-sucking.”

Slave crawled on her knees to his cock, ignoring the hard gravel on her knees and hands. She wanted to put on the best show for Master. If she was very good he might let them all fuck her.

She first went about Derrick’s cock in the same way as Andrew’s. One hand on his balls, one hand on his cock, and her tongue swirling around the tip. Then she decided to tease Derrick a bit, sucking on the tip and rolling her tongue around his shaft, pumping his cock slowly.

“Oh fuck! That feels so good.” Derrick closed his eyes, pushing his hips up and trying to get his dick further into her mouth.

Slave still played with his cock, like it was a lollipop. She sucked on the sides of his member and kissed it, giggling softly.

“She’s toying with you Derrick. I recommend a harsh face-fucking,” Master said, to slave’s shame. “Master, I’m not! I pro-” Derrick’s hand angrily went to her head, forcing his cock deep into her mouth.

“You think you can fuck with me, slut? You want to toy with me and my precious cock? Well how does it feel now, my cock deep in your throat? Can you breathe, slave?” Derrick put a hand up to her nose and pinched it closed. “There, that’s better. Suck on my cock better and maybe I’ll let you breathe.”

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You sit there on the bench, nervous and unsure of what to expect. You’ve been to a dominatrix before, you’ve dipped your toes into the BDSM scene at a few public events, but you’ve never had a private session with Mistress Millicent.

She left you a list of instructions prior to your session: a specific time to be there, a specific room in the dungeon she shared with other professional dommes, a specific amount to bring in cash to the receptionist up front as “tribute”, and a specific thing to wear once you entered the room: absolutely nothing.

At precisely the appointed time, you find yourself sitting on a stool in the center of the room. The lights are dim, the seat is cool and so is the air, yet you find yourself sweating out of sheer nervousness. Come to think of it, you aren’t sure if it’s out of desire, fear, expectation, and some combination of all three. It might just be the cool air on your skin, but your nipples are hard, and the air has nothing at all to do with the fact that you’re wet even before your Mistress has arrived.

The door opens and there she is. Tall, regal, powerful, backlit by the light from the hallway, framed in silhouette, something out of nightmares or the deepest of erotic dreams. The sabertooth goddess isn’t halfway through the door when she snarls at you.

“On your knees bitch,” She sneers and looks derisively at you sitting upon the stool. “Submissive little cunts like you don’t get to sit. You get to kneel. ON YOUR KNEES!”

The action is spontaneously and essentially involuntary on your part, but there you are, on your hands and knees, one hand to your chest to prevent too much of an uncomfortable jiggle to your breasts. Looking up you see her standing over you, smirking as if she finds the situation nearly comical.

As involuntarily as your obedience before, you find yourself staring at her. She’s gorgeous, though not in any stereotypically fashion. She isn’t wearing makeup, nor does she smell of perfume, and her motions are essentially predatory rather than any classically feminine way. Yet her long hair and fur shines on its own, the latter rippling when she moves with the motion of steel-corded muscle below it. Despite her clear adherence to weight training, she retains distinct curves, and her breasts are full and firm like something out of a porno, with nipple piercings glinting in the light. You ache to have them in your mouth.

The door closes and your eyes fully adjust back to the light, allowing you to more fully view the dominatrix in front of you. Mistress Millicent is dressed in glossy black latex: stockings up to her thighs, long opera gloves up to the middle of her upper arms, an open-bust corset, and a strapon firmly attached to the harness between her legs…

“Oh? You keep staring at me bitch. Do I not meet your expectations?” The sabertooth raises an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth curls into a sneer. “Did you expect a willowy young thing posing and exposing herself for your titillation just as much as anything else?”

The sharp crack of the riding crop in her hand against the stool next to you draws a yelp, and only belatedly do you realize it came from you. You look away and mumble an apology for staring.

“Well, let’s get one thing bursa gecelik escort straight then: fuck your expectations.” Her voice is cold and powerful, cut from ice much like her lean and sculpted, muscular figure.

You shiver as she leans in close to you, feeling the warmth of her breath on the lap of your neck as she twitches her nose and sniffs at you like a butcher inspecting a cut of meat. You can feel the rattle in her chest as she transitions from a purr to a growling chuckle.

“Are you sure that you’re ready for this little girl?” She quirks an eyebrow, amused and doubtful as you look up and nod in the affirmative.

Belatedly you realize that you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“If you say so…” She chuckles with fangs bared openly. “It’s your ass and your money. You paid for an hour of my time, so let’s certainly hope you know how much of a fucking sadist I am.”

Your lip quivers, and for a moment you have your doubts as to whether you’re actually up for this despite your answer moments before. You’ve seen other dominatrixes before, and it was always tailored to your desires, your expectations, and this… this is different… it isn’t a carefully orchestrated act; at least it doesn’t feel that way. This is something more akin to a horror movie just in the first few minutes than anything else. Other than the fact that you had to sign a legal waver and signed on two different pages that you read and understood the nature of and function of a safe word, you’d assume that you might never be leaving.

“Stand up.”

Millicent taps the underside of your chin with her riding crop and again you rise to your feet, doing everything as she instructs. You notice her smile as she holds the crop in place, running it between your breasts as you stand up. Does she swing that way? Another rush of blood and wetness between your legs at that thought.

“Turn around.” She taps the crop on the side of your thigh. “Let me see what I’ve got to work with today… not bad… not bad… nice tits.”

Instinctively your hands reach up to cover your breasts as she makes light of them. Millicent doesn’t say a word but the slap of her riding crop on first one hand and then the other with a swift, stinging efficiency is enough to have your hands back at your sides. As she circles around you, you can hear a murmur of appreciation just before a latex-covered hand reaches out and hefts your left breast.

“I would have expected implants for a bitch like you, but no, they’re natural.” She squeezes and massages the same breast, feeling you up like an object more than a person. Looking into your eyes and baring her fangs, she pinches your nipple between one glossy thumb and forefinger, pressing down hard and twisting until you yelp in pain. Satisfied with your scream, she smiles and releases her grip. “Very nice indeed…”

Continuing to pace in a circle around you, she likewise continues to trace the lines of your body with her crop, occasionally delivering a swift, harsh slap to your ass, thighs, breasts, and once to your pussy. Each yelp, off-balance stagger, gasp, and scream brings a decided delight to her eyes.

For many dommes, the act is simply that, and act, but Millicent bursa sarışın escort seems to genuinely enjoy the act of domination and torture. Her body language and facial expressions would be obvious confirmation to this, but then you notice a single drop of liquid slowly trace its way down her thigh, a harbinger of the fact that she’s sopping wet. Hurting you most certainly gets her wet.

“The slut can’t help but keep staring…” She notices how your eyes continually wander down unbidden to the thick purple strapon fastened to the leather harness between her legs. Without warning her hand is gripped around your throat, all but cutting off the flow of air to your windpipe. Her eyes are wide and golden, staring into yours, her breath hot upon your delicate features. She laughs as you gasp for breath. “So does the eight inches of silicone between my legs frighten you or excite you bitch? Is there an erotic thrill running through your mind right now, or perhaps shame that you want it inside of you, my hands on your hips, pounding away?”

You shiver and gasp for breath, and you realize that she knows.

“Did you know that I actually prefer girls?” She makes a tiny kissing motion, just enough to feel her breath on your cheek. “Exclusively so, and I could smell that you were curious yourself before I stepped in the room. So which scares you more? How much you enjoy being hurt? Or how much you enjoy that it’s another woman making you scream and beg?”

“Yes…” You gasp as one of her sabertooth fangs grazes your ear and her claws grip your hip tightly and possessively. Your answer is nonspecific, and honestly might just be an exultation of how deeply you’re enjoying this. You’re not acting and giving her an exaggerated response to make the scene better, and this isn’t an act for her either. She’s too good at knowing just how to touch you for her to be anything but a lesbian.

“I’ve got a soft spot for girls, especially submissive girls with nice tits. I almost take pity on you, especially since you’re queer like me.” She watches for your reaction and then bares her fangs, “Don’t worry though Barbie girl, I’m still going to hurt you. I’m still going to hurt you a lot.”

*SMACK!*

The sudden impact of her bare hand on your ass brings a scream to your mouth and a pleased chuckle from the domme.

“Look at that ass jiggle! Mmmm…” Millicent licks her lips before tossing her crop to the ground, lacing her hands together, and stretching her fingers in preparation for more. “Fuck using a crop. I want to feel your muscles twitch with each smack.”

The dominatrix switches between laughter and bestial snarls as she proceeds to smack the ever loving shit out of you. After only a few heavy-handed blows to your ass and thighs she moves you onto a padded St Anthony’s cross and continues without the worry of knocking you off of your feet.

“Prissy little bitches think they know what pain and submission is all about just because they’ve been spanked by a boyfriend or read about S&M in motherfucking Cosmo…” Millicent sneers before slapping at your breasts.

Each stinging blow nearly takes the wind out of you, and before long your skin is on fire, somewhere between agony and the bursa esmer escort relief of numbness. Unwilling to provide you with the latter, she alternates between blows to your thighs, ass, breasts, and several to your cheeks, though for the last the blows are choreographed more than assaulting, designed to hurt without actually risking the chance of breaking delicate facial bones. In your haze of endorphins however, you only feel the pain of punishment, and the only words are screams until eventually they become a litany of begging: “More, please more.”

Focused on her voice and her snarling face, you inwardly smile even as you outwardly scream. She’s beautiful to you in this moment, and as a drop of your excitement trickles down your thigh, you realize that you’re sopping wet.

“Please more Mistress Millicent…”

“More? I’ve wasted enough of my time smacking you around.” A low rumbling purr emanates from her chest as she brusquely pulls you off of the cross and pushes you forward towards the spanking bench. “Bend over slut.”

You do exactly as she demands, spreading your legs as you do so. She’s probably going to spank you even more, but maybe, maybe she’ll do something else. God above how you want her to take you…

“Now that you’ve been properly beaten for the first time and know it isn’t all 50 Shades bullshit, it’s time for you to be fucked properly for once in your life.”

You listen as she opens a condom and slips it over the length of her silicone cock. Having done so, she places her hand at its base and smacks its cold, impersonal shaft against your ass, first the left cheek and then the right, chuckling evilly each time. She knows you want it, and she knows that you dread it nonetheless.

“Time for you to be properly filled little girl…”

You feel the thick head of her strapon dance between your labia as she draws a vertical line from bottom to top, brushing your clit as she lubes the toy on your wetness.

“Normally I’d tell someone in this position to bite a pillow, but I’ll be the one doing the biting today.”

You moan as her strapon slides inside of you effortlessly, thick and filling.

“Don’t beg for any divinities.” Millicent withdraws the toy and then bucks her hips, sliding it back inside of you with the sound of wet violation. This time it feels even thicker as internally you tighten down upon its length. “The only name that needs to cross your lips is mine. Say it.”

“Millicent… Oh please Millicent…”

She rocks her hips forward and back, slowly sliding the toy in and out of you, working into a faster and harder rhythm with each thrust. She lays atop of you, her breasts pressed against your back, the warmth of her body on yours, and the warmth of her breath upon the nape of your neck.

“Say my name bitch, say it.” Her teeth latch upon your shoulder as she pounds you with her strapon again and again.

You wonder if she’s as wet as you. You wonder what she tastes like. Her girlfriend must be so very lucky.

“Oh Millicent yes… please Millicent please…”

Thrusting into you again and again, the wet smacking sounds of her pounding you fill the air along with her roars, your screams, and your screaming invocations of her name. You’re very, very close.

“So the question remains bitch,” She snarls in your ear, her voice laced with sadism even as she reaches a hand between your legs and places a pair of latex covered fingers atop your clit, “I know that you’re close, but the question remains, do you have my permission to cum…”

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In the confines of my cage, i lost even more track of time than i did at home … and yes, it did strike me that i had already come to think of Mistress’s house as my home. There were no clocks; the lights were raised or lowered without warning, but never too bright or completely dark; i was fed at what appeared regular intervals (the food was bland, nearly tasteless “puppy fare”); and I was taken out into a fenced-in area behind the facility to exercise with other boys though no speaking among us was permitted.

On what my rumbling stomach told me was likely the morning of my second full day, instead of being fed, a Technician came for me with a gurney pushed by male slave. When She ordered me up onto the gurney, i asked “Am i being taken for my procedure, Ma’am?”

This caused Her to put Her hand firmly on my tummy, look down at me, and say firmly: “I do NOT remember giving you permission to speak.”

“i’m sorry, Ma’am,” came my weak reply.

She softened a bit and moved Her hand to my ab, where my new name was marked. “Don’t worry, tup. you’ll be fine. Just remember your place.”

With that, She nodded to the slave, who wheeled me down the corridor to a small surgical theater. Under bright lights, a female surgical Assistant prepped me in silence, cleaning and sanitizing not just my penis, but my entire nether regions in an efficient, clinical manner. Just as She finished, Dr. Evans entered the room and leaned down over me to say “Good morning, tup.”

Before i even had a chance to respond, Dr. Evans looked over to Her Assistant, who had moved to the head of the gurney, preparing the anesthesia, to say “We’re gelding this one, right?”

As i tensed, not knowing if i should blurt out an objection, a correction, She looked down at me, eyes twinkling above Her surgical mask. “Just kidding, tup. you’re just getting skinned today. you get to keep your balls, for a while at least.”

With that, She nodded to Her Assistant, who lowered the gas cone over my nose and mouth. As i slipped under, the last thing i remember is Them joking about my reaction. “boys are SO worried about those little things when, honestly, they’re much happier…”

I woke with a start, eyes blinking in the unfamiliar surroundings, the soft lighting and muffled sounds of a post surgery ward. my head throbbed bit from the anesthesia., and when i tried to move my arms, i realized that my wrists were bound to the sides of the examination table i had been laid on. my movement must have attracted the attention of the technician on duty because i heard the sound of a chair rolling back and then approaching footsteps. As She stood over me, She checked Her tablet, then asked: “Back with Us, tup?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” i answered, my words sounding strange, from what i thought at first must just be a dry, fuzzy mouth as a result of the surgery.

As She put Her table aside and reached down to examine my flaccid penis, i tried testing my voice again. “Did everything go well, Ma’am?”

In the few moments She took to respond, i could reflect on the fact that my tongue seemed swollen, like it was too big for my mouth, causing me to slur my words. When She answered, Her tone had an edge of real irritation to it.

“tup, this is not a hospital and you are certainly NOT a patient. When you need to know something, you’ll be told. Otherwise, I want to hear you speak only when spoken to. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am, i’m sorry” i replied, chastened.

Softened by my tone of contrition, She placed a hand on my tummy, and said: “It’s OK, you’re still learning.” As She completed Her examination of my penis, She added: “you do need to know about your tongue, which your Mistress has had lengthened. It’ll take you a few days to get used to it, but We have some diction lessons that will help. you’ll be speaking normally again in no time.”

Picking up Her tablet again, She tapped in a few things, then said: “Now, tup, I want you to rest for a bit longer here where We can monitor your vital signs. We’ll take you back to your cage in a bit.”

As She went back to Her workstation, She turned down the lights and i did my best to rest, enjoying the rare pleasure of not having to lie on the floor. After some time, the door to the post op suite opened and a Woman entered, telling the Nurse She had come to pick me up and take me back to my cage. i recognized the voice of the Technician who had “coded” me when i first arrived. Both of Them came over to my exam table and released my secured wrists. Speaking to the Nurse rather than to me, the Technician ran a nail over my right nipple, saying “These are SO cute.”

At first, i thought She was referring to my piercings, but She had seen those before. “Yeah, I’m thinking about having my boy’s areolas done in a heart shape, too.” When She noted my cheeks flushing, elit bursa escort the Nurse tapped my other nipple and laughed, “Don’t worry, tup, these mean your Mistress likes you.”

With that, the Technician attached the leash to my collar and led me back to my cage. As I walked, i did he best i could to glance down at my surgically altered cock. It didn’t hurt at all, due to the marvels of advanced medical technology in the Empire. But after a lifetime of having a foreskin, it certainly looked odd not to see a “hood” covering my cock head. It also occurred to me that since awakening from the surgery, i’d not had an erection, despite being examined down there; and it took a moment for me to associate that with the new “worm” that had been placed in my dick.

When i had crawled back into my cage, the Technician directed my attention to a video screen on one of the walls. “When this screen comes on, tup, you’ll be given a series of speaking exercises to help you gain better control of your longer tongue,” She explained. “The exercises will pop up several times a day and you’ll have a set period of time to complete them to Our satisfaction. Until We are satisfied with your progress, you won’t be fed or walked. Is that enough incentive, boy?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good, get started on the first one. When you’re done, I’ll see that you’re fed. Oh, and one more thing. I know you’re very curious about your dick. you may look, but don’t you dare touch it. Understood?”

As usual, all i could do was say, “yes, Ma’am.”

With that, She left me in my cage, where i worked on my diction and became more accustomed to my longer tongue and my “skinned” cock. Over what i assumed were the next few days, i did my locution exercises (rarely failing them, never more than once) and saw marked improvement, my voice more or less returning to normal as i learned how to shape sounds better with my new, longer tongue.

After an exercise session as i dozing, i was surprised when the Technician opened my cage, attached the leash to my collar, and without a word led me to an examination room like the one where She’d bar coded me. “Up,” She directed me to get onto the exam table on all fours. “Stay,” She added simply before leaving me alone in the room.

I heard voices outside coming down the corridor before Mistress and Dr. Evans entered in mid conversation, the Veterinarian saying “… just fine. he spoke out of turn a couple of times, but that’s to be expected with a nick. Overall, we had no trouble with him.”

“Good,” Mistress responded to Dr. Evans, before addressing me. “Hello, tup,” She said, placing the back of Her right hand to my lips for me to kiss.

After i had properly returned Her greeting, She ordered me to kneel up and Dr. Evans walked Her through my alterations, beginning with my nipples. “We reshaped the nipples as you wanted, darkened them up, then replaced his piercings.” Mistress expressed Her satisfaction and circled them with Her fingers, causing me to quiver. “Of course, we can always make them darker if you’d like, too.”

Moving to my loins, Dr. Evan’s cool, clinical fingers lifted my flaccid penis so that Mistress could clearly see the alteration. “Full skinning to expose his ‘dick dome’ at all times. No complications, smooth as can be, and will look even better if you decide to have him ringed.”

“Wonderful,” Mistress said, taking my cock from Dr. Evans. “That looks SO much better. And while I agree with you about a ring, I really haven’t decided yet how I’m going to decorate his dick.”

“Well, he’s a nicely endowed boy, so you’ll have a lot of choice,” Dr. Evans remarked. “You’ll have noticed that he’s remained completely soft, which indicates that the worm is working. The Techs at the desk got you registered and hooked up?”

“Yes, they did,” Mistress answered, glee obvious in Her voice.

“Give it a try,” said Dr. Evans.

Mistress then moved Her fingers in a certain sequence and almost instantly my cock pulsed to life, engorging into a full erection in a matter of seconds. my cheeks flushed as i had absolutely no control over this; Mistress’s reaction was to smile brightly and say to Dr Evans “very nice.”

“Yes, indeed,” said Dr. Evans. “This new generation of worms works very well. Inflate and deflate in the blink of an eye, virtually eliminate dick drool, you can control his pee as well, and You can easily transfer control to a friend or family member if you want to.”

Glee again in Her voice, Mistress said, “And I can do this,” at which She flicked the middle finger of Her right hand rapidly, which caused my erect cock to flap up and down. i was so surprised by this that i both nearly lost my balance and out of reflex more than conscious thought moved my hands to my flailing cock.

This vip bursa escort brought a sharp rebuke from Mistress. “No, tup, no! you know better than that. Get your hands down immediately.” As She barked these orders at me and as I blurted out my apologies, She stopped my dick from flopping and deflated me back to full limpness.

Watching this, Dr. Evans said, with the tone of experience, “Those nick instincts are hard to break.”

“Yes, they are,” Mistress replied to the Vet before reaching down, squeezing my collapsed cock, and saying to me: “you, boy, will get used to that dick dance, for that’s how I’ll summon you around the house. And if you dare to touch yourself again, for any reason, without My permission, it will be a long, long time before you feel the pleasure of any sort of erection. Are W/we clear on that, tup?”

“Yes, Mistress,” my voice broke as I replied and as Mistress released Her tight grip on my cock.

After a moment of awkward silence, Dr. Evans cleared Her throat and asked, “Would you like to see his tongue?”

“Yes.” Then to me, “tup, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

When i had done so, Dr. Evans instructed me, “Open wider, boy, tilt your head back, and lift your tongue up.” Then She used a small flashlight to illuminate my mouth, explaining to Mistress: “That ride at the base of the tongue is called the frenulum. I cut and surgically re-sculptured that to extend his length, giving you about another inch.”

“Very nice,” Mistress nodded in approval, “I’ll certainly put that to good use.” Then to me, She added: “Close.”

“tup’s speech is about back to normal,” Dr. Evans added, “but we’ll give you some speech drills and tongue exercises to further strengthen his tongue and give him better control over the additional length.”

With that, Mistress thanked Dr. Evans, checked me out at the front desk, and took me back home.

In the weeks that followed, Mistress and i both settled back into O/our routines. She was working on the items for Her upcoming gallery show, spending long hours most days in the studio. i resumed my domestic duties, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, cooking Her meals, tending to the lawn. i became familiar with, if never quite accustomed to, the “dick dance” She used to summon me from whatever i was doing to attend to Her. It was sporadic, but She used me sexually, too. my new tongue got a lot of work, sometimes earning me the privilege of spending the night in Her bed or at least in Her bedroom. On days when things hadn’t gone well in the studio, there was a better than even chance She’d peg me hard before sending me down to the basement to sleep in my cage. Keeping track of the passage of time was difficult, but i think it was several weeks before She permitted me an erection; though She never said so, i suspect this was in punishment for touching myself without permission in front of Dr. Evans.

As the days took on their pace and routine, i retain a handful of sharp memories from the rest of that first month of my enslavement.

First, some days after Mistress had brought me back from the Vet, W/we were out at a local café. As Mistress did some reading and sipped Her drink, She permitted me a small bowl of citrus flavored water, a rare and tasty treat. Not having any idea how long W/we’d stay, i didn’t rush through my drink, but lapped at it slowly, making it last. As i did so, i took the opportunity to gaze discreetly around the café, observing this slice of life in Gynesis. While the clientele tended younger, there were Women of all ages sitting at the tables and on the stools around the counter. Some were chatting with other Ladies, some were with Their slaves, some were reading or working alone. Once again i was taken by the age dynamics. A number of the more mature Ladies had younger slaves kneeling at Their feet or fetching Their drinks. Conversely, some of the youngest Women had the most mature slaves in the café, slaves old enough biologically to be Their fathers. One such couple was at the other end of the café, the slave facing U/us as his young Mistress was making him kneel up and beg for a scrap of pastry. As he did so, his huge scrotum was fully displayed, his nuts hanging as large and heavy as billiard balls. Mistress must have noticed me staring, for She leaned down to ask, “What has you so interested, tup?”

Flustered at being caught gawking, i stammered out, “i’m sorry, Mistress … but that man … i’m sorry, that boy, has such, such balls.”

Above me, Mistress laughed aloud. “man,'” Her distaste for the word was obvious in Her tone. “Let’s permanently purge that word from you vocabulary. That boy,” She stressed the word, “is less of a man than you are, tup. he’s certainly a gelding and those balls are fake, designed to be constant reminders üniversiteli bursa escort of what he no longer has.”

Mistress took a sip of Her coffee, stroked my hair, and continued. “That was the style sometime back, when that boy was younger.” She tugged on a strand of my hair. “I think the fashion may be making a come back. I don’t really get it, but some younger Women really like that retro look.”

With that, Mistress patted my head, told me it was time to go and to finish my drink. And She reassured me, “Don’t worry, pet. As i said, that’s not to My tastes.”

Second, i believe it was during the second week after my visit to the Vet that Mistress announced She had enrolled me in a class at the local community center. It was to be a cooking class, to improve my skills in the kitchen and make me more adept at preparing local dishes. The next morning, after breakfast and as She headed to Her studio, Mistress told me that i’d be picked up in a hour or so and taken to the class. i was to work on my chores until then. About an hour later, the front door bell rang. When i opened it, a mature Lady with a tablet looked me up and down and asked simply, “tup?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Come with Me,” She said and led me to large van with the city logo painted on it, telling me to take a seat near two other boys who had already been picked up. When She had attached a ring on my collar to the back of the seat to hold me in place and remind me of my place, She told me that we were free to chat until we got to the community center. As She then drove us to pick up other boys – there would be six of us in total – the three of us introduced ourselves and talked quietly. uta, an older boy, perhaps 40, was taking a needlepoint class (“Mistress wants my hands kept busy when i’ve no chores to do”). he had taken a series of the cooking classes that i would eventually take, too, including breads and pastries, grilling, and sauce making. bron was younger (maybe 20), quieter, like me quite new to this life.

“Mistress has me in a pole dancing class,” bron said, his cheeks flushing. “She wants to enter me in competitions.”

That left us in silence for a few minutes as we each imagined the humiliation of that. bron broke the silence by asking me where i was from originally. i was about to reply with the name of my hometown, when the Driver – who had obviously been listening to our conversation – thrust Her long arm to the back, snapping Her fingers. “Uh uh, boys, no talk of the past. you keep your little heads focused on what you need to do today; on what you are and whose you are. Hear me?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” we all answered meekly, more or less in chorus, and remained mainly silent for the rest of the ride.

When W/we were parked at the community center, the Drive automatically released our collars and ordered us out of the back. “Most of you know where you’re going, so run along to class,” She said. “tup, you’re new, so follow me.”

And that began a series of courses i’d take over the following months and years designed to make me a more useful slave. In addition to the series of cooking classes, Mistress also enrolled me in courses on gardening, weaving, massage, pedicures and manicures, accounting to help with Her bookkeeping, and – yes – eventually a pole dancing class. i never learned how bron did in his competitions and my Mistress never entered me in any, but She did say that the training made me more supple in my movements and less self conscious about my body.

The third thing i remember from that first month is that Mistress began allowing me outside of the house alone more. Now that i was properly marked and wormed and groomed to Her liking, She sent me on errands around the neighborhood and to fetch things from local stores. i had felt a bit shut up inside the house and initially thought i’d enjoy being out more, exercising even a bit of freedom. But i didn’t. After weeks of being under direct control, almost always on a leash when out of the house, it felt weird to be walking on my own, not heeling. As i had to learn the intricacies of moving about in this Female-dominated society, i found that i missed Mistress’s guiding hand. The first time young Women passing me on the street commented on my “cute ass,” my cheeks flushed far more deeply than they had ever done on Mistress’s leash.

The first time a store clerk barked at me to bow my head so She could scan my the code on my neck before making a purchase, i nearly cried. And the first a Woman pinched my butt as She passed behind me in grocery aisle, i froze, too embarrassed to move for some moments. Perhaps Mistress understood this. Perhaps She realized how grateful i always was to come home. Perhaps She knew how i’d come to value the comparative safety i felt inside Her home, the security and comfort i felt when on Her leash. i came to believe that Mistress, and the Women of Gynesis generally, comprehended all of these things, through countless generations coming to fathom that one of the best ways to get slaves like me to appreciate their Owners was to give them just a bit of freedom. It was a powerful insight.

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Jared slept only fitfully. First of all, his backside still stung quite badly. Secondly, he was worried equally that he would sleep beyond the time he would need to get breakfast ready for his mistress and about how he was going to make it with the hood blinding his sight. Laurel, on the other hand, slept wonderfully again, the last two nights having been more restful that any she’d had in years. When her alarm went off at 6:30, she awoke, not groggily as usual, not lying in bed hoping for a few more minutes of warmth and comfort, but eagerly, refreshed and ready to face the day.

She felt a bit cruel, both for having whipped Jared so viciously and for her parting comment the night before, which she rightfully thought had negatively impacted his sleep. But she didn’t feel bad for feeling cruel. Quite to the contrary—it sent a little charge through her that radiated outward from between her legs. She put on her robe, grabbed the balm she had used on him before bed, and went to his room to wake him.

She caught him in one of the brief periods of sleep he had enjoyed since finally dozing off around two in the morning, though of course he had no idea what time it was when he finally managed to drift off. She unlocked his hood, which was enough to wake him, and then pulled back the covers. She was pleased to see his limp penis immediately begin to swell.

“I’m so glad, slave, that my mere presence arouses you. Now roll over.” He did so, at which point she applied more of the balm to his damaged skin. “There. I hope it’s feeling better. Though not too much better, as I want there to be no mistake as to why you hurt. Something light for breakfast this morning. Toast, a grapefruit half, and coffee should suffice. You will get some groceries today. Please check for anything I’m almost out of and get whatever you see fit for meals for the next week. Your keys will be on the counter. Please return them to the safe when you get back. Be gone no longer than ninety minutes. I’ve also thought about your contact with the outside world. Please continue to correspond with friends or family electronically, by e-mail or on Facebook or whatever you normally do. However, no mention will be made of me or our situation. Before I leave for work, you will write your passwords down for me so that I may keep tabs on your communication. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, Mistress,” Jared replied.

“Good. I have a cellphone for you as well. I’ll put it on the kitchen counter before I leave. It is to be used solely for communicating with me. I am the only one who has the number, and you will give it to no one else. You are only to receive calls or messages from me; under no circumstances will you contact me unbidden except in the most dire of emergencies. Primarily this is so I can let you know if I am running late, or if something has come up that will keep me away in the evening. I also may have tasks for you from time to time. Any failure on your part to respond to a text, when requested, or to answer a call, will result in punishment. I’ll see you at breakfast, slave.”

Her control over this man was becoming more and more exciting for her, to the point that she was in an almost constant state of arousal throughout the day. Jared was as well, as she could tell from the way his cock never dropped much below half-mast, at least when she was around. In fact, this state continued for him even when she was away. He’d been used to masturbating at least a couple of times a day, certainly since the divorce but even during most of his marriage—some days even four or five times. With the inherent eroticism of his current situation and his mistress’s restrictions on self-pleasure, he was rarely not at least somewhat turned on, even while cleaning the house. And despite the four ejaculations he’d had in the last two days, he was feeling the dull ache of unrequited arousal.

Laurel’s workday went from bad to worse. Several meetings with normally-difficult clients went as expected, but even clients she enjoyed seemed to be going out of their way to make her life difficult today. One meeting went so poorly she dropped the client on the spot in a fit bursa gemlik escort of anger, saying goodbye to nearly $40,000 in annual billings. After she stormed out of the conference room and slammed her office door behind her, Laurel fell heavily into her desk chair, seething inside but trying to regain her composure. After a few minutes she heard a quiet knock on her door.

“Ms. French?” came a tentative voice through the door.

“Come in, Jessalyn,” she said.

Jessalyn, her young secretary, entered, shutting the door behind her. Jessalyn had proved quite an asset to the office in her relatively brief tenure, rising from receptionist to Laurel’s personal assistant in less than a year.

“Is everything ok?” the younger woman asked.

“It’s fine,” Laurel said. “Just…having a bad day.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“As a matter of fact, there is.” Laurel pulled out a file from her desk drawer and slid it across her desk. “I’m stuck on this one. Take it home and look it over and see what you can come up with.”

“But…I’m just a secretary, Ms. French,” Jessalyn said.

“You’ve been working here long enough to have a pretty good understanding of what it is we do. I’ve been impressed with your work. Consider yourself promoted.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Just rise to the challenge. I’m going home early.” Before she left she sent a text to Jared’s new phone that read simply, “Bath in one hour, dinner to follow.”

The traffic on the way home was atrocious, even though it was well before rush hour. This soured Laurel’s mood even more. By the time she got home, she felt like beating her slave’s ass just to vent her frustrations; but, given its condition from her attentions the night before, she knew she couldn’t, not unless he gave her a very good reason.

He didn’t, somewhat to her disappointment. But the steaming bath, which had been scented lightly with lavender bath oils (not because of her direction, but quite pleasing nonetheless) made a tremendous difference, and she once again felt immensely satisfied at having a legitimate slave, quite apart from the sexual elements of the arrangement. Another outstanding dinner removed much more of her tension, as did the foot massage she received, at her command, while she ate.

She retired to the living room to watch a movie while her slave cleared the table and washed the dishes. When he was finished, she called him in.

“Slave, fetch your hood. There’s also a mouth panel with a gag built in. Bring that as well.”

“Yes, Mistress.” When he returned, she noticed his cock had gone from semi-rigid to almost fully erect. She paused the movie and smirked up at him.

“Do you think this is for your enjoyment, slave?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Then why is your pathetic little slave dick getting hard?”

“It’s involuntary, Mistress.”

“So in other words, you can’t control yourself?”

“No, Mistress. You control me.”

“So I do. In that case, make it limp.”

Jared tried with all his might to reduce his erection at least a little, but the situation proved more than a match for his will power, and the presence of his mistress giving him an order and watching him expectantly with her piercing blue eyes only made him grow firmer. After thirty seconds or so, Laurel had had enough.

“Crop,” she said simply. Jared went to retrieve it. The fear of being whipped across his backside actually had some of the desired effect, and when he returned he was closer to half-mast than to fully erect. Still, there was an undeniable level of arousal communicated by his cock.

Laurel wrapped her thumb and forefinger about halfway down his dick, squeezing tightly until the head began to darken with blood. Holding the crop far up its length to maximize her control, she struck the tip of his penis sharply. She repeated this every few seconds, pleased that her slave was not uttering a sound, although she could tell from his body’s movements and his breath that she was indeed administering an ample amount of pain. She could feel the diameter in her grip bursa gürsu escort begin to diminish. After fifteen or twenty blows, she released him, and saw with some satisfaction that his cock was almost entirely flaccid.

“I can see that’s something we’ll have to work on. If I want you limp, I expect you to go limp, just as readily as I expect you to be hard when I want you hard. This is my cock, and I expect it to behave as such. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Now, hood on.” Jared put it on, securing the zipper in the back. Laurel locked it around his neck and then placed the gag into his mouth. It was a soft leather plug, nowhere near the size of the ball gag she had used the first night. But, when the mouth panel was snapped into place, it was every bit as effective, and even his loudest screams would not be audible much beyond the confines of the living room. Still, she felt she had to test this.

“Turn around,” she commanded. He did. The welts on his backside still looked quite raw. She applied one sharp blow with the crop, and the scream that issued from his mouth, covered and filled as it was, was pleasantly muffled.

“Don’t worry, slave. I was just testing your gag. I find it satisfactory. Do you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” was what she assumed his response was.

“Now, I’m going to finish watching my movie. You will stand behind me and massage my neck and shoulders until I tell you to stop, which will not be any time prior to the end of the movie.”

His hands were a little clumsy at times, she thought, but the ardor with which he worked more than made up for whatever expertise he lacked. For over an hour he kneaded every last drop of tension from her muscles.

As the credits came up, Laurel stopped the film and waited for a transgression, but to her delight Jared continued unabated. She let him go on for a few more minutes.

“That will do, slave. Are you hard again?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he tried to say through the gag and the thick leather. She turned to see his full erection.

“Very nice, slave. For a pathetic slave cock, that is. Bedroom. You may relieve yourself in the bathroom on the way, if necessary.”

He picked his way carefully around the sofa and through the room, finding the doorway with his hands, and proceeded down the hall, Laurel following at some distance behind. He turned into the bathroom and urinated, careful to sit down on the toilet to prevent any unwanted drips. Laurel watched this with more than a little satisfaction. When he had finished, washed, and continued on to the bedroom, she said, “Stop,” and then removed the mouth panel from the hood. She couldn’t believe how relaxed she felt, especially considering the tension that had built up in her body during the course of the day. The bath, the meal, the massages, the feeling of utter freedom from housework, and, maybe most satisfying of all, the fact that she didn’t have to care—in fact, didn’t care—about the comfort or needs of the man that was doing all this for her. In the past, any time she’d been massaged, or had dinner cooked for her, there was always an unspoken notion of quid pro quo attached. “I cooked you dinner, now you’ll go to bed with me.” But now…now there was none of that. Just her needs being fulfilled. It made her pussy practically throb.

“Now, what should we do with that hard little cock of mine this evening?” she asked.

“Anything you wish, Mistress.”

“Anything I wish. So correct, slave.”

From her cedar chest, Laurel took out several leather straps, about 3 inches in width and of varying lengths, each with a rolling buckle and several holes—belts, essentially. She laid them on the bed.

“Lay down on the straps, slave.” He did so. She proceeded to fasten them around his body, first his ankles, then just below and just above his knees. A fourth went around his waist and also pinned his wrists to his sides. A fifth did the same for his forearms, and a sixth his upper arms. She pulled them taut enough to be uncomfortable; they dug into Jared’s flesh but not enough to restrict his blood flow to any significant degree. Finally, bursa saatlik escort she fastened each of the buckles with a little padlock. Jared was more or less completely immobilized. He could probably have rolled over, but anything else was beyond question.

From the chest, Laurel took another mouth panel to fit the hood, identical to the first on the inside portion but with a large silicone phallus projecting outward as well. She inserted it into Jared’s willing mouth and snapped it into place.

“I have decided, slave, that we’re not going to anything at all with my cock. Does that disappoint you?”

“No, Mistress,” came the muffled reply.

“I find that hard to believe, slave. Be perfectly honest. Does that disappoint you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“It does? Well, I’ll tell you what.” She reached into her nightstand drawer and took out her vibrator and a pump bottle of lube. She squirted some of the lube onto his erection and watched the thick clear liquid slowly dribble down his shaft. “I’m going to stroke your cock five times. Just five. If you can come in those five strokes, you’re welcome to do so. If not, too bad for you.”

She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and slowly slid up it, but was careful to lift her index finger off as she approached the tip, not wanting to stimulate the underside of his head. As she slid back down, a bit faster, she counted, “One.” She could feel him stiffening against his bonds. She repeated her movement at the same pace, counting, “Two.” Then she gave two quick up-and-down strokes. “Three four.” She held the base of his cock firmly, and began to press down into his balls. Finally she moved up and down at an intermediate pace, counted, “Five,” and let go of the rigid member.

“Oh, that’s a shame, slave. I know you were so close,” she said, drawing out the last two words teasingly. “I, on the other hand, will have no difficulty coming.” With that, she squirted some lube onto the dildo that jutted from Jared’s leather-encased face, swung one leg over his chest, and lowered herself onto the fake cock. She teased herself at first, experimenting with depth of penetration and the speed at which she moved up and down, but then fell into a steady rhythm. She rested her hands on Jared’s chest for support and soon had the dildo buried deep inside her, no longer riding up and down but instead grinding it around inside her. Normally she had difficulty achieving orgasm without the aid of a vibrator, but her arousal was such that she knew she wouldn’t need it this time. With one hand she reached down and began to rub her clit. A few seconds of this was all it took as the walls of her cunt convulsed around the slick silicon. She knew she had another one in her, though. Temporarily dismounting, she swung around so that she was facing the head of the bed, and then re-impaled herself on the dildo. With both hands, she grasped the back of Jared’s hooded head and simultaneously mashed herself down onto him while pulling the dildo up into her sopping vagina.

Jared knew of course exactly what she was doing, although he could feel nothing but the pressure of her hands on the back of his head and the leather of the hood pressing into his mouth and lips. The pain of his lips being pressed down onto his teeth was building as she repeatedly pushed down onto him, harder and harder until it was almost as if he was being punched in the mouth. He longed to be able to see his mistress’s body riding him in this way, her breasts heaving up and down, the look of ecstasy on her face. As it was, he could only imagine the sight. The tightness of his bonds kept him from being able to do anything with his body, and though straining against them was pleasurable, he eventually let himself go limp. All except for his cock, which was aching for a release he knew would not come, although a glimmer of hope for mercy from his mistress remained.

Finally, Laurel cried out in pleasure as she came again, this time without any manual stimulation of her clit, but simply from the pounding her pussy was taking. She stopped her movements as she came and instead concentrated on pressing the dildo as deeply inside her as possible.

Now sated, for the time being, she rolled off onto her back. She couldn’t help but admire the bound, naked body beside her, rigid cock straining against the confines of its skin. She ran her hand over Jared’s chest, said, “Thank you, slave,” and turned out the light.

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I stood on the doorstep, my hand clenched. I willed myself to relax before I rang the bell. Through the frosted glass a shape appeared and the door opened before I had the chance to ring.

When He had told me that I was to spend the weekend learning and had given me this address, many things had passed through my mind, but this, a large modern house in a small village had not been one of them.

“Come in.”

She was small with long blonde hair brushed straight back, a welcoming smile on her face.

“I’m Lucy, please don’t worry, we’re friends.”

The door was closed behind me and I followed her into a living room, all bare wood and white. An arrangement of yellow lilies caught my eye, the only colour in the room.

“A gift,” Lucy said, “please sit down.”

Perched on the edge of the chair I tried to think of something to say.

“Your house is beautiful,” I murmured, cursing the banality as I said it. Lucy seemed genuinely pleased.

“I try to keep it well, it pleases both of us.”

Footsteps in the hall stopped the conversation. I swallowed hard, but Lucy’s face broke into a beaming smile as she stood and went to the door.

“Master,” she said in a breathless whisper, “Our guest has arrived.”

*****

Lucy was naked now except for a collar, made of soft tan leather, around her neck. Her body was lithe and supple, but as she led me up the stairs I couldn’t help noticing the stripes across her back and buttocks. In her dressing room a variety of outfits had been laid out.

“Master likes these for you, his taste is excellent.”

She stripped me, removing my jeans and t shirt, the lacy black bra and thong I had chosen.

“But first a bath.”

Adjoining this room was a small bathroom. I waited as she ran the bath, wondering how they knew I had dreamed of sharing a bath with another woman. This was different to my fantasies, which had involved mutual licking,kissing and masturbation. I was getting over the embarrassment of being treated like a child, or a doll;part of me enjoyed the simplicity of this beautiful woman’s attentions,and so allowed her to wash my back and breasts, knowing my hard nipples must betray how aroused I was. I began to hope she might pay extra attention to my clit or nipples. I even parted my legs slightly, hoping she would notice. Lucy just looked at me and smiled.

“Master will say when we begin, if we begin,” and carried on rinsing me, pouring jug after jug of clean water over me.

“Stand now please.”

She wrapped me in a fluffy white towel, and began to dry me. Doll like, I raised my arms as instructed. When she knelt before me to dry my legs, and the towel was gently patted over my pussy, I couldn’t stop a moan escaping my lips.

“You shaved this morning, that will please my Master,” she commented and carried on as though nothing had happened.

*****

In the dressing room she selected a tight PVC corset, black mini skirt and sheer black hold ups. By now she barely needed to speak to me.I turned without needing to be asked so she could lace the corset and allowed her to straighten the hold ups under the mini skirt. After she had applied my make up she led me to the centre of the room. The door opened and Simon walked in. He looked at me, my thighs, breasts, face. I stood a little taller, bursa altıparmak escort knowing I was being inspected. He walked over to Lucy.

“Beautiful”he said, taking her and kissing her hard on the mouth. As they devoured each other I wondered who he meant. A hand stroked my cheek, worked its way down to my neck, across my breast, my arm, the blood rush following its path. Finally he traced around my lips.

They broke apart,

“He was right, you are a wonderful slut,” Simon announced,”You agreed to restraints and flogging, yes?”

I nodded.

“Please say it,” Simon prompted.

“Yes, there was a list…”

He cut me off.

“Restraints and flogging was all I asked about!”

He left the room while Lucy cuffed me to the bed, my wrists and ankles held tightly in place. Under my tummy she placed two pillows, pulling up the mini skirt to around my waist so my arse was bare and exposed to the air.

“I will tell Master you are ready,” she told me as she left the room.

*****

I waited, watching,hoping to see the door open, eager to begin. Minutes passed. I wondered how long I would be here, where were they and what were they doing?

Then, it opened. Simon stood crop in hand, Lucy behind him. She giggled as she walked out of my line of sight. A soft tickle on my feet. I jerked. I had extremely ticklish feet. A feather stroked along my thighs, my calves and then back to my feet. I was laughing now, my body writhing in reaction to the feather. Both Lucy and I were giggling like school girls. A sting of pain, a burning on my arse as the crop was brought down across my buttocks. The tickling stopped. And again my body tensed, now in anticipation of the next stroke. Hard on my soft pink flesh it came. One more and I cried out.

“The gag Lucy!”Simon ordered. As she sat astride me to fix the ball gag I could feel her wetness. This was exciting her, seeing me cuffed and whipped, her pussy was already dripping. Again and again the crop was brought across my cheeks. My pussy was so turned on and it seemed the fire in my arse went straight through to my clit; I started to drift, to that wonderful place only He had taken me to, and it stopped.

Lucy untied me and passed me a glass of water.

“It’s almost time for dinner,” she said.

*****

We ate outside, Lucy and Simon dressed quite normally, Lucy’s polo neck hiding her collar. I was glad the garden was secluded as I was still dressed in the outfit they’d chosen for me. We just talked,but during the meal Simon’s hand explored the tops of my thighs and my pussy lips. He opened my legs further until he found my clit. I was unsure whether I ought to react or not. Lucy cleared the table and left. Simon reached over and lifted my breasts from the corset, rubbing each nipple with his thumb as he did so. I glanced towards the French windows but he just laughed.

“Lucy knows what I want from you slut.”

He rose, and without looking at me said, “This way slut!” I followed him.

He led me to a different part of the house, along a short hallway that obviously led to an extension.

“This room is sound proofed,” he commented.

I merely nodded, unsure what to reply.

He opened the door to what at first glance appeared to be a private gym. bursa nilüfer escort Two walls were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors; there were padded benches located at various heights that reminded me of weight lifting equipment. Although there were no windows the down lighters were positioned to minimise glare. In the center of the room was a white sheepskin rug, and directly above it hung a gleaming silver hook.

Lucy stepped forward, naked except for her collar. He reached out his hand and gently brushed a stray hair from her cheek.

“Lie on the rug slave,” he commanded.

She obeyed.

“Open your legs!”

Again she obeyed and I could see her glistening pink pussy. He spoke to me, while he gazed at Lucy.

“Lick my slave, slut, bring her to orgasm!”

I buried my head between her legs, breathing in the scent of her pussy, I reached with my tongue to tease and taste her clit. As I rubbed it, it popped out of its hood. Lucy started to pant. I moved my tongue into her cunt, burying myself deep. With one finger I began to tease her clit and she moaned.

Simon moved close, staring down, watching her face.

“What is more beautiful than watching a woman pleasuring another? Come for me Lucy, come my slave.”

I increased the speed and pressure of my tongue and fingers. Slipping two fingers into her pussy I started to pleasure her whilst I teased her clit with my mouth. I found her g spot and moved faster as she arched her back and came with a cry.

Simon smiled at her, and then turned to me, his face stern.

“I told you to lick her to orgasm, slut! Lie down!” He pointed to one of the benches I had noticed earlier. This one was around a meter long; it had racks at either side, which once may have contained bar bells. I lay along it, my legs dangling over the end.

“Put your legs here!” he said, pointing to a pole either side of the bench.

Lucy had joined us and passed him a pair of cuffs, heavy thick leather, which he tightened around my ankles. Pulling my legs straight and apart he attached the cuff to a hook I had not noticed. Now my arse and pussy were exposed, I could not move my legs. He took my arms and cuffed them outstretched so I was immobilised.

“This is a training whip,” he said, “because you need to be trained in obedience.”

I felt the gentle stroke across my pussy. He moved the angle and caught my arse. It was so gentle I wanted to cry out, “Harder, teach me!”

Then a sudden stroke stung. He caught my clit and I gasped; again hard on my bum, then returning to the gentle, teasing strokes.

“You like it hard, don’t you slut?” Simon asked, running the tip of the whip over my pussy lips.

“Yes, oh yes!”

“Well, it is not for you to decide that,” Simon replied.

He ran the tip over my nipples, gently teasing them; they were erect and he gave each a soft stroke with the whip, then hard once straight across my pussy.Returning to my nipples and breasts he whipped them each stroke increasing my excitment.

Then he was gone.

I was in total darkness now, my heart thudding in my ears. I could smell my pussy dripping wet; feel the restraints tight around my wrists and ankles. I began to wonder where Lucy and Simon had gone, what they were doing, how long they bursa kentmeydanı escort would leave me like this.

My arms and legs were beginning to feel heavy. I tried to move to relax them; a slightly tinny voice rang out, “Remain still, slut!” I realised there must be a camera and loudspeaker in the room, that wherever they were they could see me, see my holes open and exposed, my breasts red from the whip. I tried tensing and relaxing, remaining as still as I could. Ignoring the fear building in me, in so far as I trusted Him and He had given me to this couple.

I heard the door open,footsteps across the room,my heart pounding I spoke, my voice cracking”Who is it? Is someone there?”There was no reply,and no warning from the speaker,only the noise of my breathing ,loud in my ears. The next sensation was of a cock entering my pussy, pounding hard and fast into me. All I could feel was the cock and balls banging against me. Was this Simon? Who was fucking me? I ceased to care as I was brought to orgasm, crying out I forgot the pain in my arms and legs. The cock thrust urgently now, my pussy tightening with orgasm after orgasm; then I felt the spunk shoot into me. The cock was withdrawn, footsteps, the door opened and the light was turned on. I realised how I must have looked, flushed from cumming, my pussy dripping with an unknown man’s sperm.

Blinded momentarily, when my vision cleared I saw Lucy standing over me. She first released my legs, then my arms, rubbing my ankles gently as the blood rushed to them.

“Can you stand?” she asked gently.

“Yes,” I nodded, “I think so.”

She led me to a massage table in the corner and massaged my legs and arms. I wanted to ask her if it had been Simon, but stopped myself, realising this slut’s role was to be used, not to question. She smiled down at me as if reading my thoughts.

“Master is pleased with you,” she said, “he wishes me to bring you upstairs.”

The master bedroom was dominated by a four poster bed. Simon was already lying on it, naked, his erection hard and prominent. I walked in feeling the spunk still dribbling down my thighs.

“Ride me slut!” he ordered.

Lucy lay next to him, stroking his chest, kissing his nipples and neck. I sat astride him, feeling his cock inside me. Gently at first I rocked back and forth, feeling it rub against my g spot. As the need to come over took me again I increased my speed, abandoning myself to fucking him. Faster I rode, squirting, gushing over his cock; I knew he must be covered in my juice, but felt like I needed to come more.

I realised he was speaking, but not to me, murmuring, “Lucy my love, my slave, my life.” Over and over he murmured. I looked down and realised she was resting her head on his chest, as he stroked her hair.

“It is time for me to fuck you slut,” he suddenly said, “lie on the bed!”

He pushed into me and I wrapped my legs around him, overflowing with juices now, the cock squelching into my aching pussy. Next to me Lucy began masturbating; Simon’s eyes were fixed on her, and as he fucked me, harder, faster, better than I’d ever been fucked before I could hear him whispering to her, “Come for me Lucy, come for your Master, my darling.”

I wondered whose cunt he was fucking; whose pussy he could feel around his cock, and as she came I did too, screaming out with the orgasm which over powered me. He leant over and kissed her on the forehead.

“Was that good?” he asked, his cock still in me, but oblivious to my presence.

That night before I fell asleep I heard the cries and moans from the master bedroom as they continued long into the night.

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She knelt in front of him naked and slightly shivering in the cool room. He observed how erect and taut her nipples were and was temped to reach over and pinch them, but refrained – maybe later. She bent down, reaching to the floor and picked up the collar and leash. Handing both to him, she dropped her arms back down to her sides, waiting. He toyed with the collar for a few moments, turning it over and over in his hands, and then reached out to hand it back to her. She was hesitant to take it, but finally did, not wanting to be punished later.

She knew what to do and put the collar around her neck. The clasp closing was loud in the quiet room. Tears came to her eyes, not from fear, oh no never from fear. The tears were ones of joy – the joy of knowing the collar was a sign of ownership and that her Master owned her. She bowed her head and lifted her hair to receive the leash; her Master reached over and snapped it onto the collar. He saw the tears and smiled slightly, knowing she was happy and would please him; knowing he was going to enjoy her submission to him.

He gently tugged on the leash, pulling her upper body forward to him, forcing her to move her knees forward. She looked him in the eyes and they held the look together for what seemed eternity. They both knew what the other was thinking – this was the time for complete submission. He bursa escort kadın glanced down to his lap, her eyes following his look. His hardness and wetness was showing through his pants. She reached up and unzipped his pants, reached for his hardness and released it from his pants and underwear. She then bent over and wrapped her mouth around him and took his cock into her throat as far as it would go. He sighed deeply and arched his hips up to meet her mouth. God, how he loved her mouth on him, so warm, soft and giving. As she moved her head and mouth up and down his cock, he grabbed her head and held it still against his crotch and cock while he moved his hips against her face. He wanted to fuck her face, to use her like a whore – his whore, which of course she was. He shut his eyes and laid his head back, still holding onto her face and fucked her until he came in her mouth. His last thrust gagged her, but she swallowed all of his cum, that precious gift of his nectar.

When at last he was finished, she pulled here mouth away from his cock and licked him clean of his cum every drop, as he preferred. She cleaned him well, because she knew if she didn’t, he would be less than pleased and she couldn’t bear to see the look of displeasure on his face. She then sat back, waiting to fulfill his next command and desire.

He bursa escort kızı looked at her in front of him and leaned forward taking one of her nipples between two of his fingers and started to gently twist it between them. The pain at first was slight and she didn’t wince, but when he saw it didn’t hurt her, he twisted harder…he wanted a reaction from her. Tears came to her eyes but she didn’t wince or cry out…this upset him a little – she was exhibiting that defiance he knew was in her…the one thing he wanted to break her of – he wanted her submission without hesitation. She gave it most of the time, but sometimes… As he looked at her he thought, “She’s high maintenance, but is worth the effort.” He then sighed because sometimes she made him sad and tired with her rebelliousness.

She knew she should have reacted, but it was too late…he would likely discipline her for it. She asked herself why she sometimes did that – hesitate. She could think of no answer. He pointed to the chair in the corner of the room. She rose, quickly and quietly walked over to it sat down, legs spread wide apart, with hands and arms down to her sides. She felt him walk up behind her and pause. He bent over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “You are aware for not allowing me the pleasure of watching you react to the pinch, you will now bursa escort hizmetleri suffer the consequences?” She nodded her head in reply, knowing she was not allowed to speak prior to and during discipline. “You also know that I am doing this because I care for you and only want the best for you and us?” “That I’m not angry with you nor do I do this out of anger?” Again, she nodded. He signed. He did not like doing this, but it was needed and he would never let her know how much it hurt him to do it.

He walked over to the table and picked up a pair of nipple clamps, silver ones with bells and rubber covers. They looked innocent enough but could provide a nice ‘bit’ if applied properly. He walked over to the chair and stood behind her. He reached over her shoulders and picked up one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers, flicking it, and bringing the nipple erect and hard. He quickly attached one of the clamps on her nipple. He didn’t apply it hard, just hard enough to know it was there. He reached down and picked up her other breast and repeated the gestures; rolled and flicked the nipple until it was hard and erect – then quickly applied the clamp in the same manner as the other one.

She sat there quietly not moving, but as he stood in front of her he could see the desire start to rise in her eyes. She liked the clamps on hard, hard enough to make her cum, but he had refrained from putting them on as she liked; she would soon be panting in desire and begging, screaming for him to attach the clamps harder. Her punishment for disobedience was to not get what she desired. He sighed again…it was going to be a very long night.

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Authors Note:

I’d like to thank my friend and editor, Jim (Mojavejoe420) for all of his help on this piece.

Also, I’d like to thank everyone who reads my work and offer critiques and comments. It means the world to me.

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“C’mon Chris, let’s go to the bedroom. And don’t forget to grab the bottle of wine and glasses.”

I took Liz’s hand and we made our way into the house while carrying our bathrobes. It felt so avant-garde walking naked beside my best friend with my husband in tow. The whole situation seemed very surreal and I was struggling to make sense of it.

Two months earlier, Chris and I agreed to change our marriage and he consented to give me total, and complete control. At times, that omnipotence was very daunting because there were so many different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle that he wanted to explore and some of which, I feared, might have a detrimental effect on our marriage. Notwithstanding, I felt this threesome with Liz was progressing quite well. Having her join us was a good introduction to opening up our marriage which was something Chris had stated several times that he wanted.

Once the three of us entered the bedroom, I immediately took charge of the scene.

“Set the wine and glasses on the table, then get on the bed and assume the position.”

Obediently, Chris placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the table that was located in the corner of our bedroom. Then, he walked over to the bed, laid down in the center on his back, and spread his arms and legs as wide as he could.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he hyperventilated in excitement and anticipation of what would come. I also noticed that both of his hands were shaking. It was his ‘tell,’ his physical reaction when the excitement of something we were about to do was too much for him to bear.

Liz watched as I pulled the thick leather cuffs out from underneath the bed. They were attached to cable ties which were secured to the legs of our thick oak bed frame, right above the floor. While I was fastening them to his body, we began our pre-scene ritual, it was something that I wanted Liz to witness.

“What are your safe words, Chris?”

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his breathing.

“If I want you to slow down, I will say the word ‘yellow,’ and if I want you to stop completely, I will say the word ‘red’.”

I turned to look at Liz. Her expression could only be described as one of awe and I couldn’t help but smile. Having her here, witnessing everything, added another sensual, almost magical element to our play. It heightened the tension and seemed to take everything up to another level that we had not previously experienced.

“Good boy.”

Liz’s nipples were erect and I had the suspicion that it was all she could do to keep her hands off herself while she watched as I restrained Chris to the bed. I pulled out our large, wooden, antique ‘toy’ chest from underneath the bed. I could feel Liz and Chris’s eyes on me as I opened up the lid. I ignored Chris and looked at Liz.

“I’m going to do something tonight that I’ve never done before with Chris. Would you like to help me, honey?”

A devious smile broke across her face.

“I’d love to help you.”

I slid onto the bed beside Chris.

“There is a glass butt plug in the chest, would you hand it to me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” She said enthusiastically.

I ran my fingernails along my husband’s stomach which elicited a low, guttural moan.

“Have you had plugs in your ass before, Chris?”

I watched as his face turned a deep, red ember. I knew the answer to this question but I wanted to add a ‘humiliation’ factor to the scene, especially in front of Liz.

“Yes Ma’am, you’ve put plugs in my bottom before.”

I looked over at Liz and she smirked.

“Now why would I want to put plugs in your ass?” I said in a teasing tone.

I watched as he looked away as if trying to hide his response to my question from Liz.

“You said my ass needed to be trained so you could use it properly, Ma’am.”

“It must be very embarrassing to admit that in front of such a beautiful woman.”

His face blushed deep red again.

“Yes, Ma’am, it’s mortifying.” He admitted sheepishly.

I loved his brutal honesty, even in front of Liz.

“Here you go, Greta,” she said while handing me the glass plug.

I took it from her and held it up to his face.

“This looks a little bigger than the ones we’ve used previously, doesn’t it?”

By this point, his face was etched in a red, crimson glow. The only thing that seemed to change slightly was the degree of color.

“Yes Ma’am, it’s bigger,” he said while still attempting to avoid eye contact with Liz.

Okay, enough teasing.

“Open your mouth,” I said harshly.

He obeyed my command and I inserted the large, glass plug into his mouth. Within seconds, he had it dripping wet with his saliva. I turned to look at Liz and she seemed to be mesmerized watching my husband lubricate the heavy glass bulb in his mouth.

“Open,” bursa merkez escort I commanded.

Again, Chris obeyed and I retracted the plug from his mouth which caused some of his saliva to drip onto his chin. I thought for a moment, then looked at Liz.

“Would you like to do the honors?”

Her eyes lit up and I could see the little gleam.

“Could I?”

I handed her the glass plug.

“Of course, just go very slow.”

I watched as she placed the glass plug against his ass. I could tell he initially tensed up; but shortly, he began to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down and relax, at least to a degree. We had been engaging in anal play long enough that he knew tensing up would only make insertion more difficult and much more painful.

Normally, I’d stroke his cock to take his mind off of the pain. However, that was impossible because less than an inch of his penis was exposed due to his chastity device. Immediately, I reached over and began caressing his balls. Almost immediately, he began to elicit soft, gentle moans.

Carefully, tediously, Liz worked the large, glass orb in and slowly back out of Chris’s ass. The look of concentration on her face was priceless. She was really getting into it while simultaneously being meticulously conscious not to hurt him. In about a minute, she had him lubed up and open enough for the large plug to slip inside his body.

Our eyes met and she shot me a look of accomplishment.

“Good girl.”

Her eyes lit up and she positively beamed from my reassuring words. She then looked at me expectedly as if silently asking me… What’s the next move?

“This is called ‘milking the prostate in chastity,’ honey.”

Both Liz and Chris’s eyes got wide.

“Now that the plug is in, it puts pressure on the prostate which means we are ready for the next step.”

I reached underneath the bed and pulled out our ‘Hitachi’ vibrator which was attached to a long extension cord. Again, Liz’s eyes widened.

I thought for a moment.

“Why don’t you sit on his face, you’ll have the best seat in the house for what’s going to happen next.”

“Are you… ummm… sure?”

I smiled.

“As much as I’ve worked with him over the past several months, I’d put him up against your lesbian bitches any day.”

Her face split into a big grin.

“That’s a bold statement, girl.”

“Give him a try then… and tell me if I’m wrong.”

She rose and athletically jumped up onto the bed and placed her legs on each side of my husband’s body. The look of fear in his eyes was amusing, to say the least. I was the first woman that he had gone down on when we met in college, and when it came to cunnilingus, Chris was mediocre, at best. However, since the redefinition of our marriage, he had spent countless hours between my legs ‘worshipping’ me, as I now liked to call it, and I was certain that Liz would appreciate his newfound skills.

I slapped the inside of Chris’s thigh hard.

“You’d better not make a liar out me, do you hear me?”

Chris cried out in pain from the hard slap.

“Yes Ma’am, I won’t, I promise.”

Slowly, Liz lowered herself down on my husbands waiting mouth.

“Get your tongue out Chris, just like I taught you.”

He extended his tongue just in time for it to slip inside Liz’s vagina. Immediately, she started grinding herself onto his face very hard.

“Okay… Yeah… He’s good.”

I beamed.

“Just makes sure he gets a little air every now and then, okay?”

“I’ll take it under advisement, but no promises.”

We both giggled.

“So… back to the task at hand…”

At this point, Liz’s eyes were beginning to roll into the back of her head. She was gyrating her pelvis back and forth so my husband’s tongue could slide not only into her pussy but her asshole as well.

“Just keep talking… I’ll try as best as I can to concentrate…” she said between gasps.

I nodded my head.

“The trick to this is placing the Hitachi right here…”

Almost immediately, muffled groans began to emanate from between Liz’s muscled, tanned thighs. I had placed the bulb of the powerful vibrator at the base of Chris’s cock, underneath his testicles. I’d read that this would produce an almost a numbing sensation for the submissive.

“Oh… God…” he moaned again from between her thighs.

Without warning, Liz slapped Chris’s stomach hard which caused him to jerk violently against the thick, leather restraints.

“Keep your tongue out, or else…” She growled.

I beamed.

A woman after my own heart.

I kept the vibrator directly on the ‘sweet spot’ and then began to press and roll the head of the Hitachi from his penis to anus in a circular motion while I watched Liz place her hands on Chris’s stomach so she could get better leverage. After a minute or so she began to shake violently on top of him as she released.

For the next several minutes, Liz used my husband’s mouth as her own personal pleasure station. bursa görükle escort It was intensely erotic to watch her move her vagina on his extended tongue while I continued pressing and rolling the vibrator between his penis and asshole. I could tell it was difficult for him to concentrate on pleasing Liz with the distraction of the Hitachi and there were several times when she had to redirect his attention back to her by slapping his stomach or cutting off his oxygen for several seconds.

After about ten minutes, Liz slid off Chris’s face and collapsed by his side. I was pretty certain she’d gotten herself off several times. All the while, I continued to roll the head of the vibarator between the base of his penis and asshole.

Now that Liz wasn’t riding his face, Chris was able to concentrate solely on what I was doing to him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and it was as if he had departed into another world. I had read what this type of prostate stimulation was supposed to do to a man; however, I wanted to find out for myself.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Chris.”

My voice brought him back to the now and it took several seconds for him to respond.

“There is so much pressure. I know this should feel good, but all I feel is a strain on my cock.”

Bingo. Just like I had read.

Chris had been in chastity for just a little over forty-eight hours, so normally, it would have taken very little stimulation for him to reach orgasm. However, the glass butt plug was putting pressure on his prostate. This, combined with the vibrator, and the chastity device, was producing a ‘strain’ that was eliminating any pleasurable sensations that he might otherwise be experiencing.

A few seconds later, Chris began moaning and pulling hard against his restraints. Liz and I looked at each other and our mouths dropped open at the spectacle we were witnessing.

Semen began to drip out of the head of Chris’s penis. It looked similar to an orgasm; however, there was no ‘spurting’ like a normal ejaculation. Cum trickled out of his cock for a full minute until he had been drained completely.

I withdrew the Hitachi and gave him a bit of time to recover. Once he came down, he peered into Liz’s eyes, and then into mine. There was a look of embarrassment on his face. He loved to be humiliated and made to feel like he was inferior to me. I knew that using his body like some type of science experiment, especially in front of the Liz, emasculated him on a whole new level.

I looked into Liz’s eyes and kissed Chris’s chest. Then, I moved lower and sucked up the pool of cum that had collected on Chris’s stomach. His eyes got wide as I moved up his body, leaned in, and gave him a deep kiss while transferring the cum from my mouth to his.

Once I broke the embrace, I watched as he reluctantly swallowed his semen. Over the past several months, I conditioned Chris to swallow his own seed and he knew that was the price for his orgasm. Normally, he was very nonchalant about it. However, I knew it had to deeply embarrass him to perform such an intimate act in front of Liz.

“God, that was the most erotic thing that I’ve ever witnessed,” she purred.

I leaned in and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

“I love having you here with us,” I said softly.

“I love being here with both of you.”

We enjoyed a minute or two of comfortable silence until I turned and looked at Chris.

“Tell me what your first prostate milking was like.”

He thought for a moment.

“There was a tremendous amount of pressure from inside my body, and when I came, it intensified but I got absolutely no pleasure out of it.”

I loved his brutal honesty. I knew that being drained was very embarrassing for him, especially in front of Liz. However, he didn’t try to hide his feelings from me.

“What did you think of his little… performance, Liz?”

There was still a little bit of a shocked look on her face.

“I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life.”

I beamed and looked back at Chris.

“This is definitely going to be something that we are going to do a lot more of in the future.”

It felt really nice to slow things down and take a little break in the action. After a minute or so, Chris let out a little moan and I looked over to see what was going on. Liz was running her fingers over my husband’s testicles and the cage that encased less than an inch of his penis.

“So there is actually something inside his cock, right now?”

“That’s correct, there’s a hollow, four-inch silicone tube that’s attached to the cage.”

“That is just evil.”

I giggled.

“It keeps his attention focused on me, even when we’re apart, doesn’t it, Chris?”

He blushed and looked down at his stomach before answering.

“Yes, Ma’am, it does.”

“He still has his little moments of… stubbornness… but I’m quite happy with his progress. With my direction and guidance, he’s making great strides in becoming the submissive husband that both of us want bursa gorukle escort him to be.”

There was a look of hunger and lust in her eyes as she ran her fingernails along his testicles.

“I have to get me one of these.”

We both giggled. It was fun talking about Chris like he wasn’t even in the room.

“I could use a glass of wine, what about you?”

“Oh, I’d love that.”

We rose from the bed, walked over to the table in the corner of our room, sat down, and I poured two glasses of wine. We spent the next several minutes talking about our workout and some new routines that she wanted to incorporate into our Pilates regimen.

While we talked, I realized just how close I was getting to her. My other friends were really just acquaintances compared to her, and the idea of sharing my husband with another woman hadn’t even entered into my consciousness, at least until I met her. Once we finished our wine, I noticed that she was longingly looking at Chris who is still restrained to our bed and waiting somewhat patiently.

It was time to continue.

“Have you ever used a strap-on dildo before?”

That look of lust and hunger immediately returned.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Wanna try?”

A devious smile broke across her face.

“I’d love to.”

We both stood up and walked to the open toy box. I reached inside and pulled out the leather harness. I helped her step into it and, because she was a bit thinner than me, I tightened the adjustable straps around her hips.

“Now, we need to find something that Chris will like.”

I dug around inside the chest for several seconds and produced one of our dildos.

“This is his favorite, one of our old standbys.”

Chris blushed and Liz deviously smirked as I held up our six-inch, white, flesh-colored dildo. It had been the only one that I’d ever used when I pegged Chris.

Liz looked at the phallus.

“That’s such a pretty little white-boy cock.”

I grinned.

“I know, right?”

I paused for a moment before continuing.

“Maybe we should step it up a little, what do you think?”

“Yeah, we don’t want him to get bored, do we?”

“I think I might have just the thing.”

I reached back into the toy box and pulled out my eight inch, black cock.

A big smile broke onto Liz’s face.

“Now we’re talkin’.”

Carefully, I inserted the big dildo through the metal ring in front of the leather harness. I was in very close proximity to her vagina and almost immediately, her womanly scent filled my nostrils. I look down and noticed the lips of her pussy were red, puffy and a considerable amount of moisture had collected on them. I was certain that some of the arousal was the result of her riding Chris’s face. However, I knew that the anticipation of pegging my husband had her extraordinarily turned on as well. Gently, I ran two of my fingers over her swollen petals and I could hear a little gasp escape from her lips. I looked up and our eyes met.

“You could touch me like that all night long.”

Wordlessly, I licked her wetness from my fingers.

She helped me to my feet and she pulled my body close to hers until our breasts deliciously touched. We exchanged a long, hot, passionate kiss.

“You still taste like a peach.”

Big grins broke across both of our faces.

I took her hand and led her towards our bed. Chris’s eyes were as big as saucers as they traveled over Liz’s naked body and then focused on the big, black cock between her legs.

Liz slipped onto the bed between Chris’s legs and I stood beside her. I reached out and slid my fingers over the ebony latex of the big dildo. I wanted to mess with him a little and get him into subspace.

“Do you think he’ll be able to take all this cock?”

A devious grin broke across Liz’s face. Then, she dragged her fingernails over his stomach leaving four long, deep, red, claw marks that caused Chris to let out a low, deep moan.

“I’ll make it fit.” She said huskily.

I looked into Chris’s eyes. There was a look of fear that I hadn’t seen very often.

Liz was playing the ‘bad cop’ role convincingly well. Maybe she was being too convincing; or worse yet, maybe she wasn’t playing a role at all.

I reached down and gently rubbed Chris’s nipples. He took a deep breath and his breathing calmed. I leaned in, gave him a soft kiss, and soothingly whispered in his ear.

“It will be okay, baby. I’m right here.”

I gave him another soft, loving kiss and he unexpectedly let out a little whimper. I looked at Liz and discovered that while I was kissing Chris, she had reached down and very gently extracted the glass butt plug from his ass.

I witnessed the shocked look on her face.

“Oh my God, his asshole is gaped open.”

I couldn’t help but smirk when I witnessed the mortified expression on my husband’s face. Having her with us and seeing his expressions when we subjugated him took his submission to a level that I didn’t even know existed.

I reached into our nightstand, pulled out a large tube of Astroglide, and handed it to her.

“You’d better grease that big cock up.”

I watched as she squirted a large dollop of the lube onto the latex. She then used her hand to stroke the length of the cock. For good measure, she squirted another large glob on to the head of the penis.

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