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Adrian sighed. It was another seemingly endless afternoon pushing papers at her desk job. “What I wouldn’t do for a little excitement”, she thought. Bored and caught up on her work, she texted her husband, Jake, to see what he was up to. Jake had the day off and was probably working on projects around the house, but she hoped he might be able to provide a little distraction from the doldrums of her afternoon.

Much to Adrian’s pleasure, she caught Jake taking a break and in a chatty mood. After catching up with some small talk, Jake began to flirt. Feeling a bit naughty to be participating in some mildly dirty talk while at work, Adrian warned Jake that he best be careful or she would need to be added to his list of things to do.

“What are you waiting for? Why don’t you get your ass home?” replied Jake.

Adrian blushed at the thought. “I wish,” she responded, “but my pesky day job is getting in the way. I enjoy my night job much more!”

Jake’s next text, increased Adrian’s excitement.

“Don’t be hasty… you haven’t landed the night job yet. You need to interview… and be prepared, it’s a working interview, meant to see how well you can multi-task and handle various tools.”

Her pussy beginning to ache and grow wet, right there at her desk, Adrian playfully responded, “I will do whatever it takes to get this job. I really want you to give it to me!”

Adrian couldn’t wait for the afternoon to end. She impatiently watched the clock and thought about what awaited her at home. She and Jake had a satisfying sex life and she was always impressed that after seven years, they were able to keep it fresh. This was a new game, however, and one she was looking forward to playing.

Finally, five o’clock rolled around and Adrian eagerly grabbed her stuff and headed for the door. The fifteen minute drive home felt much longer and she was lucky she didn’t get into an accident as distracted as she was.

Entering the house, she could hear the shower running. Glad to have some time to prepare for her “interview”, Adrian slipped into the closet, grabbed her favorite negligee, and slipped back out to the other bathroom to freshen up and change before zeytinburnu escort they began.

Once she was ready, Adrian approached the bedroom door speculating what she would find on the other side. She couldn’t imagine what Jake, who had a knack for surprising her with his creative side, had come up with for this scenario. Timidly, Adrian knocked, feeling that it seemed an appropriate gesture, under the circumstances.

When Jake answered the door, she couldn’t believe her eyes. There he stood, dressed professionally, as one might expect for an actual business meeting, with his already semi-erect penis protruding from the fly of his dress pants. In return, Jake’s eyes widened approvingly when he saw Adrian’s interview outfit.

“Ah, I see you dress for success!” he exclaimed.

“I aim to please”, she replied.

He invited her to have a seat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom. On her way across the room, Adrian curiously eyed the blanket that covered some mysterious objects on the bed.

Once she was seated, Jake approached her and, standing before her, explained, “For this position, I’m really looking for someone with excellent oral skills. Someone who is a self-starter and not afraid to grasp whatever opportunity they find before them.”

Taking the hint, Adrian playfully began to run her tongue over the head of Jake’s cock, which conveniently was right at face level for her. Using only her mouth, she slowing built up the intensity. Licking the length of his shaft, then taking the head into her hot mouth. After sucking him fully erect, Adrian shyly said, “I’m also very good with my hands”.

Jake invited her to demonstrate her skills. From his position, he had the perfect vantage point to observe more and more of himself disappearing into her mouth. He was impressed with how much of him she was able to take, and could feel his excitement build as the head of his cock grazed the roof of her mouth and slid back towards her throat.

Adrian wasn’t sure which one of them was enjoying this more. She always loved to suck Jake’s large cock, but today’s game added a slight feel of vulnerability beylikdüzü escort for her. It excited her that he was so in command of the situation, and that, according to the “rules” of the game, she needed to do whatever he demanded of her. As she drew pleasure from pleasuring him, she could feel her pussy growing increasingly wet and swollen. She felt like an overripe fruit, ready to burst.

Eventually, Jake told her that it was time to move on to the next phase of the interview process, which would require her to turn around in the chair. Adrian released his cock from her hands and mouth and slowly turned so that her forearms rested against the back of the chair. By placing one foot on the floor and supporting herself with her other knee on the seat of the chair, she was bent over fully displayed to him and at his mercy.

Jake lifted the sheer negligee that covered her ass and moved aside her thong to rub the head of his penis against her. He placed it against her swollen sex and ran it along her slit to her puckered anus. As he ran his hardness up and down, Adrian moaned and shivered from the anticipation that his teasing touch incited. She had a hard time focusing on his words as he explained that it was important to see how proficiently she could handle the “tools of the trade”.

Facing away from him, as she was, Adrian was unaware of what Jake was up to. As he pulled slightly away, she heard a rustling then felt a rather slender object pressing at the opening of her moist pussy.

“Of course, any position requires proficiency with writing utensils.”

From that she was able to discern that he had inserted a marker into her. Adrian had experimented with masturbation with such things in her youth, but it felt naughty to have someone else use an “unconventional” object on her like this.

“And, as I mentioned, multi-tasking is a definite job requirement”, said Jake, as he slid the marker back and forth.

As Adrian wondered what, exactly, that entailed, she felt cool lubricant drizzle onto her other hole… the one that so far had been idle in today’s adventure. Once he felt that she was adequately beylikdüzü escort prepped, Jake inserted his finger into her tight asshole. As he simultaneously moved his finger and the marker in and out of her, Adrian’s breath quickened. She felt incredibly aroused and full with an object inserted into each of her holes. Her pussy began to convulse as both it and her sensitive rosebud were stimulated by Jake’s ever quickening motion. Unable to contain herself any longer, she felt the sweet release, as her pulsating pussy orgasmed and gripped the objects tighter.

Giving her praise for her ability to multi-task, Jake explained that there were other tools she must master. He proceeded to work his way through an assortment of tools that varied in girth and length, including one end of a condom-sheathed mop handle.

Seeing Adrian kneeling before him, and knowing that she would willingly comply with anything he asked of her, Jake felt empowered. His excitement grew as he took advantage of her position and supplication. It was very stimulating to subject her to his whims as he looked down at her spread cheeks before him in the well-lit room.

He could tell that she was enjoying this interview that he had scripted for them, as evidenced by her pussy juices that soaked whatever he stuck in her and the way she moaned and pushed her hips back, humping the objects he inserted.

As Adrian’s excitement began to mount once again, Jake could feel himself becoming almost uncontrollably aroused. Sensing that Adrian was about to reach another climax, Jake seized the opportunity and removed the handle he was currently using on her and quickly replaced it with his own equally hard tool.

As he grasped her hips and thrust himself into her sweet pussy, he heard her exclaim and say his name. “Oh, Jake… yes, please fuck me!”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He drove himself into her with wild abandon. Burying himself into her until her ass was flush with his front. As he fucked her hard, driving into her, she again cried out as another orgasm washed over her. Feeling the way her pussy began to milk his cock, Jake could hold out no longer. He began to empty his load into her eager pussy.

As their climax subsided he gently caressed her. Feeling his sweet touch against her still sensitive skin, Adrian smiled contentedly to herself.

Pulling apart finally, Jake turned to Adrian as she straightened to face him, and gave her an impish grin.

“Congratulations… You’re hired!”

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“Would you like to finger her to orgasm?” April asked, “The sounds she makes when she’s writhing in orgasm are precious.”

I could feel my face burn hot with humiliation when April said that. My former track-coach had already seen me naked and bound spread-eagle to the basement wall. You’d think that after all of that, I’d be impervious to feeling awkward or embarrassed, but it just didn’t work that way.

Coach Jenneke nodded eagerly, and her eyes looked glazed over. It was almost as if my naked body was a drug and now that she had been intoxicated by me, she was no longer able to function like a sober and levelheaded person.

“Go nuts,” April advised the older woman. “Impale her and thrust your fingers deeply inside her again and again. She’s desperate for you to touch her.”

I squirmed and made girlish noises as Coach Jenneke’s fingers impaled my sex. My former track-coach kept eye contact with me for the majority of the time that she way playing with my pussy. Her fingers felt good inside of me; and despite my obvious embarrassment; I had hoped that her fingers would remain inside of me until she brought me to orgasm.

I whimpered at the unfairness when her hand was withdrawn from my needy sex and pouted while I watched Coach Jenneke hold her hand up to her face. It was very nearly covered in my own sexual juices. And then; much to my surprise; Coach Jenneke licked my fluids off of her fingers and the palm of her hand. She licked it all up eagerly, as if she were licking up chocolate frosting or something equally delicious.

“You taste yummy,” Coach Jenneke said.

Something about that statement made me feel proud. April had tasted my juices many times, but she had never commented on the taste. Was it really something special?

“You’ve got a slightly sweet, slightly pungent taste,” Coach Jenneke said, still licking my juices off her hand “I’ve never known a woman with sexual juices that tasted quite like yours.”

She sounded like a wine connoisseur describing the taste of one of her favorite vintages. I wondered just how many women she had gone down on, and it occurred to me that it was probably a lot. Coach Jenneke was twenty-six years old and seemed very comfortable with her sexuality. She’d probably had years to practice her oral skills on other woman and had probably tasted dozens of pussies.

Without warning Coach Jenneke dropped to her knees and suddenly I could feel her hot breath blowing against my swollen and sensitive pubic lips. April looked just as surprised as I was at this development and I had about two heartbeats to digest this information before I felt Coach Jenneke’s tongue lick my swollen folds from the bottom all the way to the top. The contact of her tongue against my needy sex made me gasp. And when her tongue slid across my swollen, erect clit I let out a girlish yelp that reverberated off the walls of the basement and seemed almost deafeningly loud.

“You liked that, huh?” Coach Jenneke asked, looking up at me and smiling.

My pussy desperately needed attention, but right then my soaking-wet sex was so sensitive, any contact was going to feel intense. I was going to scream or gasp insanely loud if she touched me at all. I trembled in my bonds and felt feverish. I wasn’t sure if I was dreading what would happen next or thrilled with anticipation. My emotions were confusing and intense.

“I…I… uh…,”I said shakily.

“She’ll enjoy whatever you do with her,” April said helpfully, “She’s desperate for you to touch her. For anyone to touch her. Do whatever you like with her.”

I was too overwhelmed to construct an actual sentence with actual words, so I just nodded my head in agreement and hoped for the best. My heart was beating like a pneumatic drill. My whole body was sensitive and raw with sexual need. My breasts heaved up and down as I breathed heavily and I hoped that Coach Jenneke would do what was best for my overstimulated, naked body.

“God you’re beautiful,” Coach Jenneke said as she stared directly at the pink, moist folds of my swollen labia. I had never really thought of my pubic lips before as beautiful, but if Coach Jenneke considered them to be beautiful, I’d go along with that. I hadn’t seen many pubic lips in my time and couldn’t really compare mine to many others. Coach Jenneke had probably seen dozens or even scores more than I had, so she would be a better judge than I would.

Suddenly I felt Coach Jenneke’s tongue swirling across my labia. My whole body was sensitive at this point, but she found a spot that was especially good to play with. It was a spot below my clitoris, but that I loved to stroke, rub and pinch when I was masturbating. It was a happy spot that I like to give a lot of attention. Coach Jenneke found it and licked at it again and again, like a happy child licking an ice-cream cone.

I was overwhelmed with erotic stimulation and I cried out inarticulately, filling the basement with my tuzla escort screams.

Coach Jenneke laughed with pure, wanton joy and went back to licking me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to stop or if I wanted her to keep going, however it didn’t really matter what I wanted. My arms and legs were spread helplessly far apart and shackled to the basement wall. My pussy was indecently exposed and Coach Jenneke could do anything she wanted to it.

I whimpered helplessly, and then my former track-coach took my clitoris into her mouth and began to lick at it and suck on it pretty much simultaneously. My inarticulate screaming became louder and my hips began to writhe uncontrollably. I was helplessly bound spread-eagle to the wall and I could barely move, but I struggled against the shackles anyway, chafing my wrists and ankles as Coach Jenneke manipulated my clit in her mouth and brought me to an intense, bone-crunching, teeth-rattling, heart-stopping orgasm.

“Aaaaaaiiiiiggghhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed shamelessly, not caring who heard. My brain had almost completely shut down at this point, and I was little more than a swollen, throbbing clit with overstimulated nerve endings. My orgasm was like an avalanche, growing stronger and stronger with every second and destroying everything in its path as it increased in intensity.

Coach Jenneke’s mouth remained pressed up firmly against my vulva as my hips bucked against her face. Her mouth maintained total and utter possession of my clit as I screamed and writhed and struggled against my chains. I was a naked girl, totally at this older woman’s mercy and when the orgasm was finally over, I whimpered and trembled as the aftershocks of the orgasm seemed to go on and on for a long, indeterminate amount of time.

“Oh, you’re fun,” Coach Jenneke said in a happy, breathy tone of voice when I was no longer whimpering.

I collapsed limp and boneless in my chains. My eyes were half-closed and my head hung low, so there wasn’t much to look at anyway. There was some post-orgasmic twitching and some soft, girlish sounds that sounded halfway between moaning and sighing.

I was utterly exhausted and spent from the orgasm Coach Jenneke had given me. I was naked and chained spread-eagle to the wall, but I was happy. I smiled and began to anticipate my impending playdate, toiling away in Coach Jenneke’s home. How many days away was Saturday?

* * * * * * * * *

I showed up early at Coach Jenneke’s home. The fact of the matter is I had too much nervous energy to sleep and I was driving my mom nuts, with my pacing, push-ups, hip-thrusts and other exercises to burn the extra energy off, and she basically told me to go away and leave her in peace.

I was still bouncy with energy when Coach Jenneke answered the door.

She looked surprised to see me. She was on her first cup of coffee and hadn’t gotten dressed yet. She was barefoot and wearing a nightshirt.

“Chery, it’s 6:04 in the morning,” Coach Jenneke exclaimed.

“I know, it’s early,” I said, “I’m sorry, but I was just too excited. I couldn’t hold off any longer. And now here I am.”

“Okay, come on in,” Coach Jenneke said, opening the door wider and stepping back, “Ordinarily I offer my guests coffee when they arrive at my house early in the morning, but you don’t seem as if you need any caffeine.”

“I’m wide-awake,” I confirmed.

The older woman raised one eyebrow and replied, “Yes, I sensed that.”

“Should I get started on the garage first, or the basement first?” I asked, eager to get started.

“Cheryl,” my former track coach said, sounding slightly irritated, “I’m not ready to supervise you right now. And you’re not getting started on anything in my house, until I’m ready to supervise.”

My heart was thumping away vigorously and I really wanted for the older woman to put me to work right away, so I persisted.

“What about dishes? Do you have any dirty dishes in your sink? You could strip me naked and set me to washing and drying dishes for you.”

“Are you going to be this perky, all day long?” Coach Jenneke asked.

Apparently 6:00 in the morning was too early for Ms. Jenneke to be dealing with a perky, young teenager, and after several failed attempts to get me to shut up, Ms. Jenneke dragged me off to her garage and opened up the trunk of her car.

“Slave-girls aren’t supposed to be so chatty,” she informed me, “Especially this early in the morning.”

In the trunk of her car was a cardboard box, and from this box she pulled out a black, rubber ball with leather straps attached to it.

“This is a ball gag,” Coach Jenneke explained, “It’s for shoving into the mouths of chatty slave-girls. It helps to keep them from talking, so that their mistresses can get some peace and quiet.”

I obediently opened my mouth for Coach Jenneke and she fitted the rubber ball in ümraniye escort my mouth, forcing my jaws open so wide that they ached, and then forcing them open even wider than I thought they could go. I had never been gagged before and when Coach Jenneke had buckled the straps behind my head I had an absurd moment of panic, wondering if I would be able to breathe with this monstrously huge rubber ball filling my mouth.

Of course, I could still breathe through my nose. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but I would at least be able to breathe.

Another thing I soon realized was; that with my mouth forced wide open; I would have to constantly swallow, or else I would end up drooling on myself.

“Okay, slave-girl,” Coach Jenneke said, once my mouth was full and I was unable to talk, “That gag will stay in your mouth until I decide to remove it. If I decide that you’ll wear it for the next eight hours, you’ll just have to resign yourself to that. Do you understand?”

Being ball-gagged had never been part of any of my sexual fantasies before, but Coach Jenneke was in charge of this B&D scenario, so I just decided to go along with whatever she decided to do to me. I made brief eye-contact with my former track-coach and nodded in agreement with her.

“Excellent! We’re making progress! You can take your clothes off now!”

I knew that I would be naked during much of my time at Coach Jenneke’s house, however somehow stripping naked in her garage, with my mouth stuffed full with a ball gag, threw me off balance. I hadn’t expected the morning to go exactly like this and I felt awkward and uncomfortable as I unfastened my garments and peeled them away from my body.

Each item of clothing was handed to Coach Jenneke and she placed every item of my clothing into the cardboard box in the trunk of her car. My panties were the last item of clothing to go into the box, and when I was completely naked, Coach Jenneke slammed the trunk shut and locked it.

It was then that I had reached the point of no return. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t. I was naked and my clothes were locked up where I couldn’t get them. I was trapped in Coach Jenneke’s house until she gave me my clothes back.

“Okay, slave-girl,” Coach Jenneke said to me, “I am going to finish my coffee, have a nice long, hot shower and get dressed. You are going to stay here until I get back and stay out of my way. Understand?”

My heart beat faster and I felt a slight throb in between my legs. I was naked and being ordered into obedience by an older, authoritative woman. It was the sort of thing that I fantasized about when I would finger myself to orgasm. I nodded in agreement with Coach Jenneke, silently promising her that I wouldn’t leave this room until she came back to get me.

“Oh, and before I go, Slave-girl, do you remember the inspection position?”

April had taught me the inspection position during my first ever B&D session. I remembered it well. April had even told me that I would be punished if I forget how to assume it for her.

I nodded for Coach Jenneke, indicating I still remembered it.

“Excellent,” Coach Jenneke said as she leisurely examined my naked body, “Show it to me now.”

I turned and faced the nearest wall in the garage and placed my hands against it, palms flat, back arched, head down with my legs spread shamelessly wide and my naked butt sticking out invitingly, as if I was inviting people to pinch it, fondle it, spank it…whatever they wanted to do to it.

“Not bad,” said Coach Jenneke as she examined the positioning of my body, “But raise your hands up higher.”

I obediently raised my hands up, so that they were up above my head. With my hands raised high and far apart, and my legs likewise spread far apart, and stark-naked, I was feeling extremely vulnerable. I suppose that’s the way Coach Jenneke wanted me to feel.

“Excellent,” Coach Jenneke said, once I had corrected the positioning of my body, “Now hold that pose until I get back.”

It was definitely the sort of thing that a mistress would say to her slave, and my pussy throbbed wetly at the stern, uncompromising way she was ordering me around.

There was no clock in the garage and I didn’t have a watch on my wrist, so I have no idea how long I stood there. Since I was alone in the garage, I could have broken position, walked around and explored the garage. I could even have removed the gag from my mouth and Coach Jenneke would never have known.

But that wasn’t the sort of game I was playing with Coach Jenneke. I was there to be submissive and obedient. I was there to be her naked, obedient slave-girl. If I started disobeying orders that would just ruin everything.

The Inspection Position was a difficult position to hold for extended periods of time and I soon felt the strain in my adductor muscles. My raised arms began to feel tired before too long, and kadıköy escort the ache in my muscles distracted me from the importance of constant swallowing, and I soon ended up drooling due to my jaws being forced open.

Being naked, gagged and obediently holding this awkward, humiliating pose definitely had me feeling like a slave-girl, however I realized I wanted an audience. I started to think that maybe I was an exhibitionist.

Certainly, it was erotic to be naked, my legs spread shamelessly wide and suffering, but it would be far more erotic if there was an audience to witness my suffering! I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Coach Jenneke and an audience of about a dozen women, crowded in the garage. I imagined that they would enjoy witnessing my plight. They would smile and take pictures of my naked body with their phones and make comments about my exposed pubic lips and how wet they were.

Yes, I wanted a large audience for my humiliations and punishments! Did that make me an exhibitionist? I’m fairly certain that it did. So, I’m an exhibitionist, a lesbian and a submissive? Wow, that’s quite a lot of kink in just one teenage girl. I’m quite the erotic overachiever.

By the time Coach Jenneke returned to the garage my legs were shaking and a disgusting amount of saliva had drooled out of my mouth and onto my chin. My jaw ached from being forced open so long and my pussy was soaking wet at the thought of how humiliated, submissive and exposed I must look.

“Well, my pretty slave-girl doesn’t seem so chatty now, does she?” Coach Jenneke asked as she ambled smoothly towards me.

I was gagged and couldn’t actually speak, so I just stood there and remained in the inspection position and waited to see what she would do next. It sounded like a rhetorical question anyway.

She ended up standing directly behind me and said, “Your pussy is soaking wet. Did you touch yourself at all while I was gone?”

I shook my head in negation. I had been a good girl. I hadn’t moved or broke position the whole time. The temptation to touch my pussy extraordinarily powerful, but I resisted the temptation and was as obedient as the most perfect of slave-girls.

Coach Jenneke had me lower my hands from the wall and examined my fingers.

“Well, Slave-girl,” she said, “Your fingers are still dry. I suppose you’re telling the truth. It looks like you really didn’t touch yourself while I was gone.”

I nodded in agreement with her and she smiled.

“You really are, obedient aren’t you?” she asked and I nodded again.

“You were a good girl not touching yourself,” Coach Jenneke informed me, “So, I’m going to give you a chance to prove yourself to me again. I’m going to take that gag out of your mouth, but I don’t want to hear any words out of your mouth other than ‘Yes, Mistress’, ‘No, Mistress’, or ‘Thank you, Mistress,’ until your finished cleaning the garage. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, when I was able to get my poor mouth to work.

“Good girl,” she said, and then she set me to work, cleaning up her garage.

Cleaning the garage was a fairly mindless form of labor. It mostly consisted of picking up things that Coach Jenneke had no intentions of keeping and bagging them up in plastic garbage bags. Coach Jenneke supervised me, telling me what to keep and what to throw away. Of course she was fully-clothed the whole time and I was stark naked, thus making her authority over me all the more obvious. She was fully clothed and barking out orders. I was naked, barefoot, submissively obeying her every command and not allowed to say anything.

Eventually I was given a broom and a dustpan and made to sweep the entire garage as well. The place desperately needed it, especially in the corners where I found a wealth of dead spiders, dead crickets and cobwebs.

For my final task, I was made to get down on my hands and knees and use water, detergent and a scrub-brush to remove an oil stain from the concrete floor of the garage.

There I was, a naked teenage girl on her hands and knees, vigorously scrubbing an oil stain on concrete, her bare breasts visibly wobbling as she scrubbed and her knees far apart, leaving her anus and swollen pubic lips well-exposed while a fully dressed, authority figure of a woman barked out orders at her.

It was the most submissive moment of my life.

When I was finally finished with the basement, Ms. Jenneke smacked me sharply on my naked bottom and informed me that it was time to go down to the basement and begin the long, laborious task of cleaning that place up.

I basement was a much bigger mess than the garage. There were saws, hammers, screwdrivers, drills, wrenches and all manner of tools strewn from one end of the basement to the other. Everywhere I stepped there was sawdust and occasionally I would step on small metal screws, nuts or bolts.

“Back in April and May, I engaged in some home-improvement projects,” Coach Jenneke explained, “I accomplished some great things with the house, but I kind of made a mess down here.”

It was utter chaos, and Coach Jenneke ordered me to turn chaos into order. I started with sweeping up the sawdust and other debris on the floor and worked my way from there.

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He was coming over to stay the night again. Third time this week. I was so excited that my son finally made a friend. Brian is good for him. We move around so much, so this was uncommon. Last chance for him really, since he was a senior in high school. They were both 18, a month away from graduating, and at the prime of their lives.

I placed dinner on the table and called everyone to come and eat. My husband sat across from me, my son and his friend claiming the other corners of the table.

“Wow, this smells great, Mrs. Wells.” He was always such a polite boy. He was a bit skinny, and I wondered if he ever had a family dinner like this at home. I think that’s why he keeps coming over.

We discuss school, projects that they are working on. My son talks the most, while his friend seems to be lost in a daydream during most of the meal. I stare at him. He chews slowly and stares off into space. I lean my leg over to him and give him a little kick in the shin to bring him back to reality. He jumps, a bit frightened. I notice goosebumps appear on his arms.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to make sure you were still with us!” He looks at me with half-lidded eyes and cracks a half smile.

“It’s alright. I am the one who should be sorry.” I nod at him and look back at my plate. As I bring another forkful to my mouth, I feel a strange sensation run up my leg. I pause with the fork in midair and dart my eyes under the table. Brian’s soft foot rubs up and down my ankle. I peer over at him and he looks down at his plate, smiling. I am not quite sure what to do. I don’t want to hurt the poor boy’s feelings… and it has been a long time since me and my husband fooled around. As I consider the possibilities, Brian becomes more and more attractive. I decide to entice him a little, leaning my knee into his leg, causing pressure and friction in response to his touch. He stops and he holds his breath for a moment. I don’t think he was expecting that.

He starts to look up at me, and I bring my eyes away quickly, staring down at my plate again. I hear him snicker under his breath. This is a very innocent, school crush kind of game we are playing here. I like it. He likes it.

After we finish our meal, I clear the table and start doing the dishes.

“We’re going to my room, alright mom?”

“Sure, guys. Let me know if you need anything.” I turn and watch as they head upstairs. Brian stays a few feet behind my son, and turns to glance at me. Our eyes meet and we give each other a sultry grin.

A few hours pass. I sit on the chase in the living room watching T.V., sipping a glass of wine. I can hear loud music coming from upstairs, a bit too loud for my liking, but boys will be boys. I let it slide. Tomorrow is Saturday so I will let them have some fun.

About an hour later, my husband is already in bed. I can’t sleep. After my third glass of wine my head starts to swim. I try to understand what happened at the dinner table tonight. It was very unexpected, but I couldn’t deny that it was extremely fun. The house starts ataşehir escort to become quiet, and I turn down the volume on the T.V. so everyone else can get to sleep easily. About fifteen minutes pass, and I hear a noise. A door opens and closes from upstairs. I look towards the sound and hear footsteps start to come down the stairs. Before long, there he is. Brian is on the second step, hanging onto the railing, running his eyes up and down my body splayed out on the chase. I stare back at him. I do not say a word. He starts to walk closer toward me and sits on the recliner across the room, slowly rocking back and forth, his eyes never leaving me. My vision is a bit impaired in the dim light, but I can see his bright blue eyes. They are glazed over a bit. I define this look as one of arousal. Unconsciously, my eyes wander to his loose fitting pajama pants. I can see a slight bulge between his legs.

“Like what you see, Mrs. Wells?”

I am startled by his voice, and jump a bit, almost spilling my wine. “Um…”

“Well? Do you?” His voice is very hard, very confident. I turn my body toward him, placing my wine glass on the table, and then letting my arm drape down my hip and thigh, pulling up my satin nightgown a little. The inviting view of my flesh excites him, and he lets out a long breath.

“Yes, Brian. I do.”

“So do I.” There is a hint of nervousness in his voice now. This must be going better than he planned. He squirms a bit in the recliner, adjusting his bulge to reach new comfort. My eyes grow dark, brooding. I pull the clip from my hair and shake my head, letting my long blond locks drape down my chest and back. Another long breath escapes his young, supple lips. He starts to stand up and walk towards me. He kneels down on the floor and leans in to kiss me. Without thinking, I slap him in the face. It was a lot harder than I intended. He gasps at my reaction, and then brings his hand up to his cheek, rubbing at the pain and warmth of the strike. His eyes light up, a new ferocity in them now.

“Again… slap me again.”

“What?”

Before I can think, he leans in to kiss me again, actually grasping my face this time. Again, I smack him. He closes his eyes and revels in the pain, rubbing his check once more. His hand moves down between his legs as he adjusts himself. He is rock hard now, I can see it. Confusion rushes through my body. Brian has a dark secret. Brian likes pain.

I have never been the type to use pain along with passion. This was new… and strangely a major turn on.

“Mmm, the sting,” he whispers. His blue eyes burn into mine. This was my chance. I sit up, cross my legs and twirl my hair with my index finger, studying him. I take a deep breath and consider what I want now. I can do this.

“Stand.” It was a simple command. He shakes his head and leans into me again. This time I smack him harder than I did the first two times. I can see the redness swell on his cheek. The fire in his eyes burns hot. “I said stand.”

This time he listens. “Yes, ma’am.” istanbul escort His bulge is staring at me and I look up at him.

“Turn around.” He obliges and in one swift motion I rip his pants down. Surprisingly he isn’t wearing any underwear and his young, tight ass intrigues me. “Bend over.”

He lets out a teasing laugh and falls to his knees, leaning over on all fours. His ass beckons me and I reach out to rub my hand over it. My touch creates hard, intense goosebumps on his skin. “Part your legs.”

I sit back and watch him there, spread open for me. I take another sip of my wine, swishing it around in my mouth. Poor thing, his hardened cock looks so painful. He starts to turn his head back to look at me, “NO! Turn back around.” He gasps and turns back. I am instilling fear now, showing my dominance. I slide onto the floor, get on my knees, and lean over his body, my mouth by his ear. I run my fingernails down his back and whisper, “Are you ready for this?” He nods vigorously. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes please.”

I grasp his hair, forcefully pulling his head back. Without warning I bite his neck, rather hard in my opinion. He cries out in pleasure. I back up, still holding his head in position. “You have been flirting with me all night, Brian. Do you think it’s a good thing to do to flirt with a married woman?”

“No, ma’am.”

“So, what should I do, Brian?”

“Punish me.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

He opens his mouth, but before he can answer I spank his tight little ass, instantly creating a deep, red handprint on his flesh. He cries out again, and his cock becomes even harder. He is whimpering now. I want to apologize if I hurt him, but I don’t. He wants this, he’ll get it.

“Do you like the way my hands feel on you?”

“Oh, yes.” His body shakes and I release his hair. His head falls low and hard, he almost falls over completely. I run my hand up his inner thigh, and brush the tip of his cock with my fingers. His legs start to weaken and buckle.

“Don’t fall.”

He whimpers again, and I grasp his hard cock roughly in my fist. I can feel him throbbing. He stays perfectly still, holding his breath.

I bring my mouth down to his lower back, and lick slowly upward, lifting his shirt up his skin. He finds his breath again, and pants hard. “Are you going to be a good boy? Are you going to listen?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers, “I will be good for you.”

“Good. For that, you get a reward.” I slowly start to move my fist up and down his rock hard length, tugging him over and over. His legs shake and weaken again. He starts to lean forward and fall. Instantly, I grasp his hair again and pull back. “I told you not to fall!”

“I’m sorry. It… it just feels so good.”

“Well, it seems I can’t trust you. Stand up.”

He takes a deep breath and brings himself to his feet, his back still turned to me. “Take off your shirt and step out of your pants.” He does, and I pick up the pool of clothes, tossing them behind me. I walk around kadıköy escort his tender, shaking body and look into his eyes. “Open your mouth.” He parts his quivering lips and I put my index finger inside. “Suck.”

He swirls his tongue around my finger, closing his eyes, savoring me. I can feel my pussy start to dampen. “Do you like that? Do you like the way I taste?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good. Are you going to listen to me now?”

He looks at me and nods.

“Take your cock in your hand. I want you to make yourself cum.” He grabs his painfully stiff cock and starts to jerk, while still sucking my finger. I run my other hand up and down his smooth body. His shaken breaths make his chest rise and fall. I tease his nipples and swirl my fingers around his stomach. Just as he starts to relax, I pull my finger from his mouth and smack him in the face again, very hard this time. He moans and his jaw drops open. He jerks harder and faster for me now.

“Again, Mrs. Wells. Please again!”

I smack him again, and put my hand around his neck just above his throat. “Is this what you like? To be hurt?”

“Yes…”

“And why is that, Brian?” He jerks harder and harder as I talk to him.

He is so lost in the trance of pleasure that he only mutters one single word, “Damage…”

I am not quite sure what he means, but it doesn’t really matter to me. I am finding more and more pleasure in controlling him.

“The next time you feel me strike you, I want you to cum. Is that understood?”

He nods excitedly.

“Close your fucking eyes.”

He squeezes them tightly shut and longer and deeper moans escape him as he anxiously awaits my next move.

I quietly walk around him, seeing his back flex as he focuses on jerking himself. I bring my arm high over my head, hand splayed open. With a very long, hard swing I smack his ass once more. My hand burns from the contact and I can see I’ve broken his skin.

“Oh, fuck! FUCK!” I embrace him from behind, cupping my hand underneath his cock as he cums violently into it. His heart races and I can feel his body contract and pulsate as he drains every drop. He lets his raw, softened cock fall between his legs and reaches his arms behind his head, grabbing hold of my neck so he doesn’t fall. I bring my cum filled hand to his lips.

“Drink.”

His tired little mouth consumes the cum and he sucks all of my fingers until they are clean. “Good boy… very good.”

I sit back on the chase, pulling him with me. He lays on top of my body and pants continuously. He puts off so much heat. I lean his head to one side, and bring his face towards mine. I kiss his lips, long and passionately, tasting him, devouring him. He moans in my mouth, and bites my lip a little and it sends a twinge of pleasure down my body. He gave me a taste of why he likes this so much. I think I understand now.

“Put your clothes back on. Go to bed.”

He gets up without question, gets dressed, and starts walking toward the stairs. I lean back on the chase again, and retrieve my glass of wine.

“Oh, and Brian?”

He tiredly looks back at me. “Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re fucked up.”

“I know.” He smiles, turns and walks back upstairs. I lean back enjoying my drink, and sucking the taste of him from my fingers, very pleased with myself.

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Becca enjoyed work. Or at least, she usually did. She worked in a quiet office with a few fellow accountants. She performed well, and was even up for a promotion to a senior accountant position. The problem was that the promotion was currently expected to go to Roy.

It wasn’t that Roy wasn’t good at his job. But unfortunately for the females in the office, he had a nasty habit of harassing his coworkers. Routinely he would make comments about girls’ breasts, how they looked in this suit or that suit, asking them about their sex lives. He had even been accused of rubbing his hands up a secretary’s skirt. The management had sent him to sexual harassment training, to cover them from being sued, but nothing seemed to change his behavior. And now, he was going to wind up getting promoted ahead of Becca.

Or at least, that might be the case if Becca weren’t coming up with a devious plan. She had brought some extra “supplies” with her in her handbag today. She and Roy were working late on Friday, the last two in the office for the weekend, both trying to make a good impression to show how much work they could get done.

First, she played nice, stepping into his office and giving him a cup of coffee. “What’s this? You’re my secretary now? That figures, hehe, that fits in with your traditional role after all,” Roy laughed. Becca cringed at the comment but pretended to laugh. He picked up the cup and began sipping, continuing his work. Becca returned to her office. As expected, about ten minutes later, she heard a mild thud coming from Roy’s office. Giggling, she confidently walked back into his office, bringing along her handbag. As expected, she found Roy slumped over his desk, temporarily knocked out from the mild sedative she’d slipped into his coffee.

She knew she had to work quickly, because it would only last for 15 minutes or so. Besides, she wanted him to be awake for most, but not all, of the punishment she had planned pendik escort for him. She patted his cheek playfully and ran her hand through his hair, messing it up. Opening her handbag, she removed the first special item- two sets of steel handcuffs for which only she had the key.

Roy awoke to find his hands were handcuffed behind his chair. In the daze, he could make out a figure moving towards him. A strong hand had gripped his shoulder for support and the figured settled. His vision started to clear and he could see Becca was sitting directly in front of him on his desk, her feet placed on the arms of the chair he was sitting in.

“What’s going on? what happened? Why can’t I move?” Roy started to struggle and Becca put her foot in his chest.

“What’s wrong sweetie? Feeling a little…uncomfortable? Feeling a little…unsettled?” Becca said through a smirk. “No need to be so confused, I’m here to go over the sexual harassment policy in place.”

Roy looked around the room and noticed an array of tools that had been laid out. Another set of handcuffs, a gag, a men’s tie, and a camera. The things that really caught his attention and what made him start sweating were the taser and what seemed to be some sort of clamps.

“Is this some kind of joke Becca? Is this your way of making sure I don’t get that promotion? I don’t understand what this is going to do-“

SMACK.

Becca slapped him. “Oh no no, Roy. I’m going to get that promotion regardless of what happens tonight. This is about something a little more…behavioral.” Becca’s bit her lip and then stretched, arching her back so her breasts became a little more exposed. Roy now noticed that she was wearing a costume of some sort of black leather lingerie. Something stirred in his pants.

“Oh, I see what this is… you wanted a little Roy to yourself so you cooked up this scheme to get me? Don’t worry baby, I can satisfy your ataşehir escort every…need,” he gestured towards her vagina.

“There it is…” Becca slaps him again. “Your unwanted advances and harassment…you need to learn your lesson.” Becca jumped down and walked around to the other side of the desk. She picked up a pair of scissors and walked back to him. She slid the scissors down the collar of his shirt and began to make a small cut. She threw the scissors back to the desk. She gripped his shirt and tore it open.

Roy was now starting to get a little more uncomfortable, because his growing member was pressing against his tight pants. Becca noticed him squirm a little, trying to relieve the pressure building. Becca grabbed the clamps and small taser and sat back on the desk in front of him.

“You’ve got plenty of sexual harassment training and nothing seems to work for you, why is that?”

Roy started to breathe a little heavier. Becca sent a small jolt into his leg. “Ahhhh!” Roy jumped. His erection was throbbing completely. Becca opened her legs slightly, just exposing her black panties.

“This is agonizing…” Roy mumbled. Becca got up and straddled him, rubbing his penis against her. Roy groaned. Becca flicked his nipples and took the clamps and put them on. “Oww! Please, no…”, Roy breathed.

“You have no power here, Roy.” Becca kissed Roy and bit his lip hard. She grabbed a gag and put it on him, then blindfolded him with the tie.

Becca began to rock back and forth, rubbing herself against his hard dick. Roy moaned. Becca grabbed his hair and pulled back. She whispered, “You like that don’t you?” Just then she pulls the right clamp off his nipple.

“Ahhh!” Roy yelped.

Becca backed up a little and tugged off Roy’s belt. She unbuttoned his pants and his cock fell out, throbbing and rock hard. “You really shouldn’t be enjoying this punishment.” Becca sent bostancı escort another jolt into his leg with the small taser. Roy jumped again and he thrusted his hips. Roy’s dick was so engorged, it was starting to feel painful. Becca smiled as an idea came to her.

She went to her bag and grabbed a condom. She opened it and put it on his penis. When she pulled the condom on, Roy let out a loud moan and Becca slapped him again. Roy groaned, “Please don’t do this, I can’t take it… This punishment is cruel. I want you so bad.”

“You can’t always get what you want, Roy. You go around the office harassing women and making unwanted advancements. You are despicable and need to be punished.”

Becca took off her panties and walked behind Roy. She brushed up against his hand and he could feel her nakedness. She came back around and promptly sat on him, sliding his cock into her. He felt the warm tightness surround his dick. He groaned loudly and she snapped his head back by the hair again. She bit on his neck, leaving little bruises around his Adam’s apple.

She rode him slow and watched him carefully. She was enjoying the fact that he didn’t know what she had in store. His moans are loud and constant, and she felt his body tensing and sweating. She began to ride harder and faster. Roy’s breath was short and quick. Without him noticing, Becca tightened the left nipple clamp slightly. Roy thrust his hips forward as Becca responded, moving with him.

“Ohhh,” Roy’s voice was cracking and Becca knew he was close to orgasm. Becca stopped and hopped off him, leaving his balls aching and his cock still rock hard. “What are you doing?? You can’t leave me like this!!”

Becca grabbed his face and kissed him. “You must learn your lesson Roy.” Becca moved back and packed her bag.

Becca took the camera and snapped one photo. “I hope you decide to keep our little intimate moment to yourself…” Roy was still breathing hard. Becca walked over, took the nipple clamp in her hand, smiled, and snapped it off. Roy exploded, shooting cum all over his stomach. He let out a loud moan and shook in his chair. Becca snapped one more photo.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, for your next lesson.”

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“But daddy do I really have to go?” I whined, I really didn’t want to leave the house tonight. All that I wanted was to have his cock in my cunt, making me moan daddy so loud that the neighbours could hear me. I’ve been so horny all day whilst he was at work but due to his stupid “don’t touch yourself” rule, I couldn’t get off.

“Little one, stop being a brat and get ready.” Josh’s voice shouted from the bathroom. His voice was stern and dominating.

I’m meant to be meeting his parents for the first time tonight. Yes I was thinking negatively, what if they didn’t like me and so on. But I was already in a bad mood for not having a release. He usually makes me cum twice before he leaves for work but he was too busy to do that this morning.

“Okay Daddy, I’ll start getting ready now.” I decided to not be a brat just because he might decide to punish me, meaning no cumming for me tonight.

“Good girl. Nothing bad will happen little one.”

~~

Finally we arrived home. It was amazing and good but my mind was pre-occupied all night. I swear I made the chair wet with my thoughts of daddy finger fucking me under the table, but he didn’t.

“Baby girl, I know you want to cum but after that stunt you pulled you’re not cumming for two days,” He spoke sternly. My face dropped. I knew what he was referring to. When he was talking to his parents my hand might have ended up on his cock. “So, I’m going straight to bed and you can get a shower.”

I frowned and walked into the bathroom. There was no point in arguing. As I got undressed the thought of me tying him up popped into my head. He couldn’t stop me if he was bound. Then I could cum all I want and finally have daddy’s cum which I needed everyday. My pussy began to get wet as my thoughts raced on. I decided on not getting a shower but instead held myself up on the counter as my finger went to my cunt. I slide a finger in my cunt as I was wishing it was wish it was Josh’s. I pump my finger in and out and curl it upwards as I can finally take in the pleasure that my daddy was starving me from.

Before I started getting close to cumming I removed my hand and sucked my juices off my finger, moaning at the taste. I walked out of the bathroom quietly and still naked. There he was. Snoring on the bed. I tip tuzla escort toed over to the closet where we kept our bag of very fun toys. I got the silk rope out firstly, I could go back and get other things I needed after he’s tied up. I didn’t want him to wake up whilst I was getting things.

I placed the rope on the table next to our bed as I took one of his wrists and tied it to the bedpost. He shifted in his sleep, I had to work quick if I wanted this to work. I quickly lent over the bed and tied his other wrists just before he woke up.

“Little one, what do you think you’re doing?!” He demanded in his sleepy voice, he already began struggling against the rope.

“Well daddy, I had a great idea which can make me cum with your help.” I smiled innocently, like I wasn’t doing something that was heavily against the rules. I shivered as I thought of the punishment that I would get for this.

“If you don’t get me out of these you’ll be in big trouble, little one.” I laughed as I went back to the bag and grabbed it and placed it near the bed.

“See daddy, you’ve been getting everything you want all week and all the time, now you have to wait. I’m in charge now daddy, do you understand?” He nodded reluctantly. His eyes darkened. “Good boy, daddy.” I lent over and kissed his cheek, making him groan.

“I might be mean daddy, I might make you go through this night without cumming. So you know how I feel daddy. Remember the night a couple of weeks ago where you had me bent over your office desk and fucked me over and over and never let me cum? Remember daddy.” I had two fingers in my cunt now, I wanted to shove three or four fingers in myself, just to get that really full feeling but I wanted to be a tease. I know he loves it when I keep eye contact when I talk dirty or when I touch myself.

“I’m sorry baby girl, please I need to fuck you. My cock is throbbing I need your pussy.” I almost forget that I wanted to be in charge. Almost.

“Ooooo that would feel so nice wouldn’t it, daddy?” I questioned as I slip another finger in my pussy, my thighs clenching.

“It would baby, please. I need you to cum around my cock like only I can” he spoke as his cock is so hard. The tip is red and looking for some kind of relief ümraniye escort as he talks, thrusting his hips up.

“But I don’t know about that daddy, my ex had the best cock. It was so big and thick,” I decided to amp him up more. “Now daddy, I’m going to sit on your face and you’e going to eat my pussy. If you do a good enough job I’ll let you fuck me.” I spoke as I lent down to get a vibrator.

“Come up then little one.” He spoke eagerly. His smirk appeared on his face. I make my way to his face, I could feel his breath on the inside of my lips, I could fucking cum already.

I lowered myself down, I was overcome with so much pleasure the second his tongue moved flatly over my pussy. I pushed forward in pleasure as my hands gripped his hair. I removed one of my hands from his hair as I turned the vibrator on and placed it on his cock.

“Please undo my hand, only one baby, I need to feel you” He made out the best he could with my pussy on his face. I undid one of his hands, as soon as it was undone it flew to my ass. Gripping it so tightly. He kept on moaning out, his hips thrusting upwards.

“Fuck.” He tried to mumble, his eyes were closed and he began to lap viciously at everything. Slurping noises filled the room as I couldn’t focus on anything else.

I looked at him, the sight of him with his eyes closed, eating my pussy like it’s his last meal made me get closer to my orgasm. He held me tight enough with his one hand to leave bruises that will remind me of this moment. I whined as his tongue traced over my clit. His moans vibrated through me as I pulled his hair, his tongue had me reaching for something to hold onto as the pleasure was getting too much to handle.

Josh’s tongue was playing with my clit, nipping at it and sucking my lips as I was struggling to hold myself up.

“Oh daddy, you’re so good, ple-,” I moaned loudly “Daddy please, I’m going to squirt.” I felt myself growing weaker as his nose began to nudge at my clit, whilst his tongue dipped inside my pussy. His grip tightened, gluing his mouth to my pussy. His tongue lapped at my pussy like my juices were quenching his thirst. But it only made him want more.

I knew Josh’s grip was for sure leaving bruises as I felt him rock me against kadıköy escort his lips, the friction and the wetness only brought me closer to cumming.

“Fuck dadd- oh G-” I moaned as I started to shake, gripping his hair more and harder. I haven’t squirted in so long. His tongue never stopped.

“Daddy stop” I tried, batting my hands at his hand that clamped around one of my hips as he moaned. I slid off his face and down near his cock.

“Oh daddy, you’ve came? Good boy. How many times daddy?” I questioned as I started lapping up the cum that surrounded his cock.

“Fuc- Little one. Twice baby.” He moaned out.

“You taste so good daddy. Do you want me to ride you daddy?” I asked as he nodded, not being able to make out any words.

I slowly slid down onto his cock, moaning out at how he fills my pussy up, stretching my pussy to fit his cock.

“Your cock is so good daddy” I moaned out as I started moving, my only thought was that I wanted his cum. I wanted his loads in my pussy.

“Better than your ex, little one?” He questioned.

I laughed, I knew I would get a rough fucking if I said the right things. “He always had me drenched around his big fucking thick cock.” I moaned.

I saw the rage in his eyes, I smiled to myself, knowing the game worked. I know I’m a brat but I want a good fucking from my daddy.

“Did you really just fucking say that, slut? To my face?” He rips his other hand from the rope and flips me onto my back. I choke on a breath as the sudden fullness of him fucking me made my head spin and my hands moved to grip his shoulders. But before they could reach, he stopped them. Pinning them above my head.

“One, don’t ever do that again. You’re mine to do what I want. Your pleasure can only come from me. Two, don’t. Ever. Say. That. To. Me. Again.” He punctuates every word with a harsh thrust, as I’m trying my hardest to not moan out.

“I won’t say that again, daddy.” I smirked, knowing he won’t be able to last longer than he normally does. My mouth meets his as I tasted myself on his tongue, moaning as my cum was all over his lips. He goes and bites down on my neck as he cums, pumping me full of his cum. Knowing his warm, sticky cum was indie me does wicked things to my thoughts. I came straight after, clenching down on his cock. Moaning daddy so loud that the neighbours could hear. I finally have what I wanted. A pussy full of cum from my daddy. But he wasn’t done yet. His fingers made there way between my thighs.

“Now, how about I play with your pussy and you can lick my fingers clean of my cum?”

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I’m back. Thank god for voice activated word processors. I’m a little tied up right now. Roland is anxious for me to continue, He is here with me listening to my confession. Be assured I will be telling the truth, all of it. He knows the whole story, and has warned me that if I sugar coat or leave anything out I will pay for it.

Let’s see when I left you to serve Roland and receive my daily pleasure Alan had left me bound and immobile like a turtle on it’s back awaiting the arrival of Todd and a new player Ben.

Todd looks like a renaissance artist model. Tall 6’4” dark hair and eyes, pale skin and a lithe graceful way of moving. Not an ounce of fat on him, but not a muscle bound hulk either. If a human could personify a large jungle cat in movement only is would be Todd.

I had met Ben once to discuss what we wanted, and what I desired. There is no other way to describe Ben but a linebacker, thick, muscular, strong and quick. While not as tall as my other two tormenters, he has a presence that eclipses them. A silent power flowed out from him. He betrayed no emotions in his face, movements or body language. Think about the Secret Service guys that guard the President that is Ben. Medium brown hair medium brown eyes non-describe clothing style. What thrilled me most were his hands thick strong, hard but not rough like the other two.

I lay numb and drifting my body in a constant quiver as the vibe pumped in and out of my enflamed and swollen channel. I think I was past cumming. I just quivered and shook; I could no longer feel my arms or my legs. The clips on my clit and nipples had numbed them as well.

Dimly I heard Todd’s truck crunching up the gravel drive and I stared bleary eyed into the rising sun as it came to a stop and the two men climbed out. Both of them walked back to the truck bed and each hefted his bag then turned to enter the cabin.

As they opened the door and saw me, Ben sighed and turned to Todd. “Go wake that ass hole up and tell him to come here.” He dropped his bag and I heard him walk over to me. I whimpered through my nose as he lifted me like a suitcase by the belt around my upper torso and carried me to the dinning table.

All business he set me down on my belly, and then rolled me to my back. His face was expressionless, as he looked me over. With a deep sigh he unclipped my nipples and began to rub them as the blood exploded into the nubs and seared my chest with agony. As the fire died he moved between my legs and quickly opened the clit clip and held my hips as I bucked in blind torment.

When I had stilled and was calm again he unbound my right leg and then pulled it straight. I lay there tears poring from my eyes whining around the thick penis gag as his strong hand started a hard deep tissue massage at my foot and worked slowly up my calf. I bucked and howled as he worked the knotted muscle loose.

Relief flooded me as the pins and needle fire of restricted circulation was fading. Alan stumbled into my sight sleep rumpled just then and Todd walked past him into the kitchen. “Since you left her like this you can help get her ready for us. What the hell were you thinking you dipshit? We can’t play with her when she’s like this. Can’t tell if it’s what we’re doing, or what you did that makes her scream.” He reached over and chuffed Alan behind his head.

“Now hold her shoulders down.” Ben massaged up my thigh and then lifted my leg bending my hip joint I arched up and if Alan had not been holding my shoulders flat would have bucked off the tabletop. Like a physical therapist he rotated my aching joint, round and round he rolled my hip until he was satisfied. He pulled the leg out straight and called to Todd. “Come here and hold this leg still.” Todd stalked over and grinning like a madman he slide his hands up my calf before he wrapped his hands around it to pin it to the table.

Ben revived the left leg the same way, and again if Alan and Todd had not been holding me I would have been flopping around like a fish on a hook. Satisfied with my legs, he tied them to the table legs, not tightly, but firmly enough to keep me still. Next he moved up to my right side and unlocked my wrist I was twisting and thrashing as fire tore up my arm. A fresh sheen of sweat covered my upper body as he pulled the arm downward, my shoulder howling in protest. His powerful hands again massaged deeply and painfully returning the life giving blood to my nearly atrophied limb. “Todd “ was all he said and Dutifully Todd moved to hold my arm down as he circled to the left side. Again He tended to my stiff limb as I cried and whined around the gag.

Finally satisfied he tied my wrist together and clipped them to the belt around my waist. Now that my body was beginning to feel again, I was very aware of the still vibe and the plug filling my lower body. So was Ben, he pulled a chair to the end of the table and sat staring as my crotch.

My skin began to crawl as he stroked down the leather now buried in my slit. He calmly unhooked the front end and teasingly antalya escort pulled the sopping wet leather away and out of my flesh. “Hey Dumbass, bring me an ice pack” He snapped at Alan.

Alan shamefaced brought him what he asked for and like a kid guilty of breaking the rules wouldn’t look anyone in the eyes as he stood shuffling his feet.

I sounded like a piglet squealing as he laid the cold pack over my engorged cunt. Ben stood and walked back around to my head and then mercy of all mercies he unbuckled the gag and slowly pulled it out, my jaw was locked open I couldn’t close my mouth. Those hands again began to massage and work my flesh it hurt like hell but in a few minutes I could again close my jaws.

Ben left my side and headed for the kitchen. I lay there exhausted drifting until he returned. He perched on the corner of the table and lifted my shoulders then cradling my head he put a bottle of water to my lips. I drank slowly and deeply he sat still allowing me time to drink the whole bottle. Then he asking, “Feel like sitting up and having a cup a coffee?” I nodded, my throat raw. Tenderly he help me sit and placed a huge mug of coffee heavily sugared and creamed in my hands and stood watching me sip it.

Over his shoulder he said, “ Get up stairs and draw a nice warm bath, add plenty of bath salts they’re in my bag”

Alan headed up the staircase and Todd went to open Ben’s bag. Then he headed upstairs too. By the time I had finished my mug my crotch felt frozen. Ben took my mug and offered his arm as he said, ‘Lie back down. This will feel strange and probably hurt like hell.” I lowered my torso back down and lay there nervous and excited.

Ben was now at the foot of the table I could only see the top of his head as he lifted the ice pack free of my now frozen cunt. I felt only pressure as he pulled the swollen lips of my cunt open and slowly began to pull the vibe out. “Dear God, My guts were being pulled out through my pussy” I squalled bucking a little and moaning. He stopped and then squirted some lube on me. He slowly worked it around the end of the vibe. Again he started to pull it free. This time a little more was freed before I whimpered. Again he stopped and applied the lube. 4 times he stopped and lubed my cunt, after the fourth time, I asked, “Just yank it out please?”

“You sure? There’s still about 4 inches inside.”

“I’m sure, never mind my screams” I grimaced.

Good as his word I felt his hand grasp the toy firmly and with one hand holding my pelvic bone and body to the table he yanked it free. I yelped, fresh tears running down my face as he shushed me and then began to work a numbing ointment inside me with one finger. Before long the throbbing had faded.

I was startled as he patted my inner thigh, “Hey, This one is a real mother. Did he lube it?”

“No “ I whispered. “Damn fool” He muttered as he walked over to his bag. I listened as he rattled around and then returned to sit between my knees. He looked up at me and said “Just relax I’m gonna see if I can slick it up a little then maybe it won’t pull so much.” I stared at him.

He held up a syringe with a tiny flexible hose attached. The hose was thinner that those plastic coffee stirrers. “But first I’m gonna numb it a little” He held up a tube of Ambesol. “Go for it” I grinned.

A deep sigh of relief filled the room as the topical numbed my burning rectum. Then I grunted as I felt him wiggle the little hose between my stretched flesh and the hard rubber plug.

“OHHHHH” I moaned as the cool lubed began to creep inside and around the neck. “Hurt?” He asked.

‘Ugh ugh” I mumbled.

“This will I’m afraid” He grimaced and I braced myself.

What he started to do didn’t hurt, so much as unnerve me. He was twisting and turning the plug. The more he turned it the looser it felt. Then with no warning at all he began to pull it out a slow steady tug. The burning returned and built up to the point I was ready to scream, then it began to fade. I heard the thing go ‘plock’ as it left my ass. And to this day Ben will tell you that he could see a good 6 inched up my ass, like a pink cave as my hole stayed spread wide open.

I grunted as he slide a finger in and began to massage the peritoneum slowly the muscle tightened and my puckered hole puckered loosely closed.

Ben unbound my legs and helped me to sit up, I sighed with relief as he unbuckled the straps around my body. Then he picked me up and climbed the stairs heading straight to the bathroom. “ Listen you idiot,” He said to Alan, “Sit right there and help her bathe. Then you stay right there and watch her. Don’t let her fall asleep and drown. And if she needs anything you get it or help her.”

“Gotta pee,” I mumbled.
”Fine” He said and sat me on the toilet. He wiped me and then flushed before he lifted me and slid me into the tub of very warm water thick with scented with sandalwood Epsom salts. I felt buoyant. I could almost float on ataşehir escort the surface of the water.

“We’re heading downstairs to fix breakfast. You soak and relax, and you take care of her.” Ben pointed his thick finger at Alan and I in turn. Then he and Todd left the room.

I relaxed letting the water ease my stiff body.

“Hey I’m Sorry, I though you were enjoying it. I mean you kept cumming.” Alan stammered.

“ S’ok, Just needed to be unbound to sleep. You didn’t know.” I murmured.

“ You need anything?” He asked.

“Back washed,” I whispered.

Giggling he dropped to his knees and grabbed the sponge I leaned forward and began to purr as he rubbed and soaped my body. After Alan had cleaned me I lay back and drifted. He sat and watched so as Ben said I didn’t drown.

I was gently shaken awake by Todd shocked to find my bath had grown cool. He helped me stand and step out then wrapped me in a big fluffy towel drying me off. Still in my naked glory he walked me downstairs.

Alan was sitting very rigidly in a ladder back chair at one end of the table, Ben approach me and walked all the way around me his eyes checking me over like livestock.

“Feet on the bottom rung, bend forward hands on the seat” He said as he slid another chair out from the other end of the table. I lifted my right foot and set it on the thick wooden rung but hesitated to raise the left. Ben stepped over and placed his foot on the front bottom rung counterbalancing it and I stepped up as instructed, then I leaned forward, the top rail of the chair back riding just above my bare mons, and gripped the front corners of the woven seat with my hands.

It’s strange how your mind works. But I began to giggle then thinking how much I looked like a discarded coat over the back of the chair, and then on the heels of that thought I blushed at my non-embarrassment. I was naked and exposed but the three of them were still clothed and I could have cared less, ‘what a slut’ was my thought. Then I began to rub against the chair back thinking ‘god I’m so horny’.

Ben sat a sport cup with a straw on the seat in front of my face, “Drink it. It’s your ‘food’ after all the trouble you went to get so clean for us, we don’t want to put in anything that will dirty you up except our cum”

I took a big sip,” It’s good “ I said.

“Glad you like it you can have up to 4 a day, and all the water you want. This is the same liquid diet that hospitals use for patients recovering from jaw and mouth surgery. Has all the vitamins, minerals and calories you need. But with the ‘exercise ‘ you’ll be getting you may lose a pound or two.” He chuckled.

“Can I stay on this longer than this weekend? I have a few pounds I’d like to lose.” I asked

“Sure, This is also what they use at some of the major spas for weight loss and weight control. I’ve got a big supply of them if you want” He answered me.

He walked around behind me moving things in the kitchen and Todd began to set plated on the table. I squeaked as Ben laid his big hand on my ass cheek.

“These will be cold, but they will make you feel so much better” He said as I felt his finger slip down my puffy slit to my vaginal opening.

“Ewww” I hissed as I felt him slip what felt like a big chunk of ice up my twat. “One more” He said as I squirmed while he slid the second one into my sore ass.

“Hold still while they melt” then he playfully slapped my ass.
”Oh, God, yes” I moaned.

“These are suppositories, made especially for tending to roughly treated internal areas after BDS&M play, mainly benzocaine and cocoa butter” He said then Slap, he popped me on the other cheek.

“Jesus so good” I crooned.

“You like that huh?” He asked as he slapped my ass again.

“Oh yes!” I sighed.

“Then Count them bitch!” He snapped as he smacked again harder.

“OH that’s four.” I called.

“ Not the right way cunt” His hand lit my ass again.

“OHHHH!” I groaned.

“Start with one and ask for the next one after you thank me” He ordered.

“Yes sir” I snapped back like a little soldier.

Crack his wide hand connected, “One sir thank you another please” I responded.

Slam, “Two thank you sir, another please”
Blam, my ass was warming up in direct counter point to the coldness in my cunt and rectum. “Three thank you sir, Please more,” I sobbed out.

By the time I was to “Six Thank you sir PLEASE, more” I was writhing against the chair my cunt had grown warm and suppositories had melted making my slit slick.

“Seven thank you sir Please please more” I was begging and rocking my ass back to meet his hand

“ Nine thank you sir MORE PLEASE, MORE PLEASE, PLEASE MORE…” I was wailing. I needed to be touched I was on the edge ready to explode.

WHAM” TEN BLESS YOU SIR MORE PLEASE” I yowled and writhed, desperate. Then he stepped behind me and wrapped in huge hand around my hips holding me still, “No more, not now. You have to wait you tramp.” He chuckled and I sobbed in frustration.

Todd stood and cleared the table of their plates, then came back to stand beside me. I whimpered as he trailed his cool fingertips over my now flaming ass. I stared at Alan as he still sat stiffly and very still in his chair at the end of the table.

I heard the frig door open and close then I felt 4 hands playing up and down my slit, I hissed as again a icy cold mini missile was slipped home in my cunt, And I braced as the second one invaded my ass. The hands withdrew and then with Todd on my right and Ben on my left I was lifted off the chair back and laid down on the table.

Ben rolled me to my back and lifted my ass straight up as Todd slipped a thick foam wedge under my ass holding it up and tilted. Then Ben bent my legs and sat my heels against my ass cheeks allowing my thighs to drop open spreading my slick fuckholes open and in full view.

Ben drew my arm out to the sides and I lay there like a sacrificial meal before them.

“As I touch your body tell me what you want, what you need to get off. I will ask you questions, if you do not understand ask me to explain. You three have been delving into a life style with out a clear understanding of what you’re doing. You my luscious little fucktoy at least understand what your sick whorish body needs.” He trailed a finger down my throat.
I wiggled and moaned at the contact.

“Todd has been wise enough to ask me some questions, but Alan the dimwit violated the number one rule. NEVER leave your ‘victim’ unable to communicate. If you use a gag, you use a drop signal, or a head or hand signal.”

Alan whimpered and I rolled my head to stare at him.

“I belong to a group of people that not only enjoy the S&M life but think of it as an ancient art form. Nothing is more beautiful that a ‘victim’ sweating, screaming writhing in agony as they find the ultimate joy of sexual release.” He palmed my nipple.

“Stand Alan and show us what you are now wearing” Ben voice changed it was colder, menacing.

Alan stood and gingerly dropped his pants. I gasp. His cock and balls were encased in a cage of tangle of latex, steel and leather. The cock bend backward between his legs, and twin latex straps rose from behind wrap abound his hips and buckle just below his navel. They were so tight they had embedded in his skin. Each ball tied tight pushed down in his scrotum. They were turning purple.

They were then pulled out and up belted together touching over his cock nesting in his pubic hair. Then a rough steel cage/spring thing with several swinging weights encased it all, and stretched down the length of his cock between his legs. The whole contraption was held in place by a lock with a digital display.

“He will stay like this for the same amount of time he left you bound and unable to speak. Believe me after 5 hours he will never forget. Oh and if he decides to beg and plead for his freedom, it won’t do any good the lock is a timed lock.” Ben snickered “Should he try to damage the lock or force it off it tightens down another notch and automatically reset for 12 hours.

“Come here Alan let her see you close up.” Alan shuffled around to the side of the table small gasps and sobs slipping from his lips. I don’t know why but I had to touch him. I lifted the whole thing up peering at it then pushed it gently from side to side as he strained and sobbed with every motion. I held his manhood in the palm of my hand just staring until Ben jerked my arm back and it dropped to bounce and Alan fell to his knees wailing in pain.

I sat up and stared as he knelt there his hands cupping himself tears running down his face as he struggled to swallow. His face deathly pale and sweat covering it.

Ben roughly shoved him aside with his foot, “Stand up you stupid prick” He growled and Alan stood slowly.

Ben snapped a cuff on each of his wrist and then wrenched his arms up behind his head and snapped his wrist together. ‘My… my pants. “ He sobbed.

“Step out of them. You need to see and to be seen. Now go stand at the end of the table and watch her as I explore,” Ben grunted.

I lay back ready for whatever game he wanted to play. Ben struck a chord deep in my soul. The others had been nothing more than toys that I had used, but Ben would bring me over to a new level of ecstasy. I knew he understood what it was I needed.

Alan stood trembling framed by my open thighs and gazing at my slick open cunt, as Ben began to examine me.

“Hummm,” He crooned as his fingers drifted down across my breasts, “Nipple pain excites you?”

“Yes, it starts my body vibrating; it gets me ready for more.” I shivered and my nipples puckered.

“How about breast binding?” He asked as his hand circled the base on my tit and squeezed.

“Never tried it sounds good though” I push upward into his hand.

“Is your belly sensitive?” His hot fingers slithered down my ribs to my belly.

“ Not so much to the rough stuff but a light tickling touch makes my skin crawl.” A quick shudder raced through me.

“Like this?” He feathered his touch up my ribs and my cunt wept as my nipples grew to diamond hardness. I sighed shivering at his lightest touch. I could only nod.

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Linda has been sassy on the phone all day and she knows that I will not tolerate that. When she arrives she is ready for what awaits her. She walks in the door stops, I tell her to raise your hands over your head. I will let her stand like that for ten minutes as her arms begin to tire she’ll start bargaining, if I can put my arms down I will, before she can finish I tell you there will be no bargaining today.

After six minutes she begins to move around, young lady stop screwing around, you’ll just get into more trouble. That doesn’t stop her tonight, she wants more. After ten minutes I tell her to step out the door and remove her shirt lay it down in the snow. Then take your shoes and socks off, raise your arms you’ll be standing outside for two minutes.

When her time is up she may come back inside, as she walks in she’s still giving me crap, she’s in one of her moods, looking to be punished doing all you can to irritate me. We both know it is a game, but it’s not much fun if you don’t make it seem real. She is whining my feet are cold, if she’s not careful someone will be back outside in just their underwear. Back out she goes standing in just her white cotton briefs, luckily it’s getting dark that way the neighbor won’t be able to see her, we both know who he’d tell.

Linda started this game now if I don’t play she gets all nasty. It’s what she lives for the chance she could get caught, and that drives her crazy. She’s out there for a few minutes and her attitude changes knocking on the door then entering she apologizes. Ok, but you’re not out of the woods yet.

I tell her to go stand on the carpet in front of the door. She looks great in her panties, my dick is getting hard just looking at her. Come over here and eat your dinner, as we’re eating I almost forget how rotten she’s been since she got here. After dinner it all comes back to me. Now that she is warm, she is snotty again.

As we’re doing the dishes she breaks two of them and it’s no accident, so while I finish the dishes she can suck my dick. Linda is very good at that in no time at all I am ready to bust, she stops sucking pulls my dick out of her mouth and lets me cum all over her face. On her knees in just her briefs with my juice all over her, now she is finally happy.

No young lady I am not finished with you stand up and turn around. Now bend over, I get out the wooden spoon then while she’s touching her toes give her five good cracks on the ass. No moving or saying anything or she’ll get more those are the rules. After her spanking she drops her briefs to see the red marks on her ass they are like a badge to her, and she wants me to see them too.

Is that a tear in your eye young lady? No sir, as she looks away. Are you lying to me? No sir. Then turn around and look at me. With tears in her eyes I see she has been lying would you like five more for lying? Yes sir. Excuse me! Well if that’s what you want bend over with her briefs to her knees she bends over. I place five more welts on her ass now she’s crying.

I take her by the hand then lead her into the front room making her stand in front of the window with her arms in the air panties at her knees, but what if someone sees me, quiet no talking. I leave her there return to the kitchen to put away the dishes. I hear a few cars go by and know that makes her excited someone might see antalya escort her. When I’m finished I come back in to catch her screwing around arms at her sides WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO OUT ON THE FRONT PORCH NOW! You wouldn’t? Before you know it she is on the front porch panties still at her knees. I only make her stay until a few cars pass by. The way the house is situated someone would have to drive by slow and look hard to see her, but there is a chance it could happen.

I lead her back in telling her that you better not have a wet pussy. We both know she’s wet; it doesn’t take her long when we play before she is wet. Bend over, we are still in front of the door I haven’t closed it yet she bends over facing the door, hands on the floor, boobs pointing down with erect nipples.

I slip my finger into her pussy young lady you’re soaking wet. Yes sir. I start rubbing her gently splitting her lips rubbing and searching for her little g-spot. I fumble around slowly probing her I know she wants me to hurry so I take my time.

She is always in a hurry so she wants me to hurry too, find it old man what’s wrong with you? Excuse me, and close that fucking door! I stand up without a sound rear back and crack her on the ass open handed. DAMN IT OLD MAN! She is rocking back and forth whimpering young lady don’t you dare move.

I walk out into the kitchen then return with a bag of goodies, she’s remains bent over, the door is still wide open and I am getting cold she must be freezing. That will all change momentarily I put new batteries in the vibrator then fire it up, full speed and constant vibrate.

I touch it to her leg then work it around her pussy it is vibrating so hard I can feel my hand beginning to tingle. Around her pussy then back to her ass get your hands off the floor and spread your cheeks for me spread them wide I want to see that ass before I conquer it.

She is dripping wet so I smear the vibrator through her juices then attack her asshole, I’m just holding it there knowing it will numb her then it will start to tingle, she is starting to hum but it’s not music just noises.

As I hold it there I notice little droplets of juice running down her legs, now she’s whining. I slip the vibrator across the taint and into her pussy. I don’t go deep, just in at the surface her lips are wrapped around the shaft, and her legs are shaking. I guide it onto her button and let it rest there. As she is wiggling her ass she starts moaning the vibrator just lightly banging against her button now she’s making noises and panting.

I slip it in finding that little spot that will take her to the place dreams are made of. She screaming ok-ok stop-stop please-please as in all games there is a word to stop things. In Linda’s case the word stop doesn’t mean anything. Now she’s pleading with me can I Cum, please let me cum. Ok, you may cum now, oh I’m Cuming I’m Cuming, but still I hold that vibrator hard and fast she puts her hands on the floor begging me to stop pleading with me, all of a sudden she’s there.

Juices are spilling out of her like a faucet, she wants to move but knows better I slowly guide the vibrator out of her pussy all I can hear now is a sigh. Out of her pussy across her taint and back to her ass. OH NO PLEASE NOT MY ASS PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING. The vibrator is covered antalya escort bayan with juices as it slowly pokes its way into her ass, it’s just the head and she’s going absolutely crazy.

PLEASE NO! I slowly slide it into her ass a little deeper, then a little deeper she is out of control as I slip it all the way in she stands up HOLY CRAP! It’s in her all the way, and she is turning to kiss me she’s trembling muttering I love you then jamming her tongue deep into my mouth. I stop her asking her to bend over again she was begging but did as I asked.

Slowly I withdraw the vibrator and drop it to the floor then turning her around we return to kissing. I reach back and slam the door shut, and then we retreat to the couch. You are a dripping sticky mess, but I have a plan for that. After kissing for a while we decide she can’t sit around sticky all night, but before we do anything else I have to taste you.

I instruct her to show me all she possesses so she lays back on the couch spreading her legs. Farther I said farther now up you raise your legs up over your head showing me your entire splendor. I must say she is put together quite well.

She has nice tits, small pear shaped breasts, with petite areolas, her nipples when erect could hold up a shirt. Someday I will use you as a coat rack for a punishment. She has a small pot belly not big but surely sexy her pussy is shaped like a little mound, her lips are small and hang tight and her clit is tight and firm the fact that she shaves clean without the smallest hair anywhere tells me she is always primping for me.

I kneel in front of her tenderly kissing her stomach working my way to her pussy. Her taste is almost sweet her smell clean and fresh there is not a thing on the planet I like more than tasting and smelling her. As I’m licking her I become carried away I was just going for a taste and now can’t stop.

Licking, sucking nibbling on her lips I am becoming possessed harder and faster up and down from her pussy to her asshole and back again. I drive my tongue deep into her soft warm pussy scooping as much of her as I can on my tongue. I find my old friend her love button and set out to harass it. Hard then soft then hard again, now back down to her asshole she winces as I drive my tongue in then kiss her.

She is panting now as I move back to her clit slowly gently licking then sucking on her lips then once again driving my tongue deep inside her. She is calling my name it starts out soft but the closer we get to a climax the louder she becomes. Her pussy, her asshole then back again she’s just about to bust when I drive my fingers into her pussy fucking as hard and fast as I can.

As soon as I hit her spot with my fingers she explodes. Literally squirting six inches out of her, a little geyser the look on Linda’s face is priceless her makeup a mess eyes black from mascara and eye liner. They have the look of pure satisfaction on them, but she looks like she’s going to cry. You have been a bad girl and twice tonight you have had orgasms, I will have my turn.

All sticky and gooey we walk through the kitchen then into the bathroom I turn on the shower and warm it to the perfect temperature. Grab the bag she brought from the health food store, helping her into the tub I gently take the shower head wetting escort antalya her from head to toe.

I squirt the peppermint oil onto the exfoliating gloves and start to clean her. Gently washing her face then working my way down I’m careful not to hurt her, the gloves are new and very rough. She loves when I wash her; I take my time and am very gentle washing then rinsing. The gloves will open her pores and the oil penetrates leaving you all tingly and clean. As I get to her breasts I scrub a bit harder concentrating on her nipples which become hard again I scrub her from head to toe stopping at all her pleasure spots to play a while.

There you are all clean and ready for round two as I dry her off I fondle her telling her how pretty she is and how much I enjoy making her cum. She is dry and after I brush her hair I watch her put on a sheer bra and pair of sheer briefs. I like when she wears a thong but a real exciting change is the briefs, I like the way they hold her ass.

We are all set to watch a movie and she starts whining again if you want something ask I don’t like when you whine. There you go again, listen I asked you once not to whine please. She wants ice cream that’s fine with chocolate topping and nuts we don’t have any nuts.

She’s got to have nuts; Ok I grab her by the arm and drag her into the bedroom. Laying her on the bed I tie her hands to the headboard then legs when I am finished her legs are spread wide open and ass is up in the air, legs stretched so her feet are on the sides of her head.

I take the vibrator turn it on high and insert it into her pussy her briefs will hold it right where I want it, she wants nuts I’ll go get nuts. I’m sorry I don’t need nuts honey please. I storm out leaving the bedroom door open and the light on. I’m not mad but I know this is what she wants; I’ll go to the store and get nuts it should only take me ten minutes.

When I get to the store I run into Jim he wants to borrow a movie, perfect. We get back to the house and I know she’ll be squirming so I invite him in, we’re in the kitchen and I know she hear two voices this will freak her out.

Yea Jim come on in would you like a beer? He has a beer and I look for the movie we talk for a few minutes then I offer him a shot. We drink that and just as I expected he asks to use the bathroom, which happens to be right across the hall from the bedroom.

I know she can hear him coming up and she’s got to be flipping out. I follow him up talking all the time, as he turns to go in the bathroom I enter the bedroom, her eyes look of panic the vibrator is humming away and she is freaking out. The bathroom door opens and I say in here, she looks like she’s going to die just before he walks into the room I hit the light and head out, she was one second from being seen.

We go down get the movie and I see him to the door as I’m walking back I can hear her whimpering when I come in the bedroom she’s cum all over herself, her panties are all soaking wet. You asshole you scared the crap out of me. Lifting her panties I slowly pull out the vibrator she is screaming she has got to be ruint.

I take off my pants and slip my dick inside her humping you as hard as I can, she is so wet I keep slipping out and with every stroke there’s a slapping noise. It doesn’t take long and I’m ready to blow where do you want it? Cum in my mouth please. I almost make it to her mouth but get it all over her instead, as I untie her now she is whining her legs and pussy are sore and for that she get hugs and kisses for the rest of the night.

I know that she’ll behave herself for at least the rest of the night or until she wants to play again.

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I watched her with fascination across the table. She was well worth watching – a truly beautiful face, lovely shaped lips that at the moment were parted, eyes only partially open but I could see she was also watching me, flushed cheeks, and the red of her hair highlighted in the firelight.

Most of the light in the restaurant was supplied by the nearby fire, which was fortunate, because if that were not the case, I felt sure that the rest of the restaurant would be watching her equally as fascinated as I. She was biting her lower lip now, and my gaze drifted lower as her breath quickened and her chest raised and lowered rapidly.

She was wearing a black bodice under a red jacket, although the jacket was open to reveal that the bodice mostly emphasised her lovely breasts, as well as the deep crevice between them. Her cleavage caught the eye with the movement caused by her rapid breathing. Very faintly I could hear her gasping, crying out very quietly, and I leaned forward.

“Are you okay?” I asked concerned.

“Mmmm,” she managed, and nodded. I leaned forward and took her hands in mine. “Should we go?”

“No, no,” she replied. “This is what you want, so I’m happy to go on.”

“Okay, but if you need to go home, let me know.”

She nodded again, then leaned forward across the table and kissed me wetly on the lips. Of course, in so doing, the view down her bodice became very enjoyable.

“I need to keep very still,” she told me, “otherwise…”

“I see,” I answered, grinning. “Well, dinner will no antalya escort doubt arrive shortly. That will take your mind of it.”

“If I can eat,” she said.

I continued to watch her as we ate. We were eating lightly, yet she ate very slowly. Several times during the course of the meal she gasped lightly and shuddered. Fascinating. At one stage during the meal, she leaned over to take my hand, then drew it beneath the table-cloth. “Feel,” she instructed me.

I slid my hand up between her black lace-covered legs, onto the bare skin beneath her very brief red skirt, and then onto the skimpy lace which barely covered her pubic mound. The skin at the top of her legs before my hand reached her panties was wet! And her panties, when I touched them were also wet. She gasped aloud when my fingers brushed up her panties over the lips of her cunt.

“Oh my,” I said to her.

“Do you see what you are doing to me?” she asked.

“Yep, that I do… do you object?”

“No. It’s what I want. I want you to do this to me, I want you to use me, to play with me.”

“…and so I shall.”

I kept my hand where it was, and continued to run my finger up and down the lace of her panties. Beneath my hand I could feel her wriggling her hips ever so slightly to push herself against my finger. I moved my hand and slid two of my fingers under the lace, and into her cunt. She was biting her lip again. Inside her cunt, my fingers found the metal of one of the two balls I had asked her to place antalya escort bayan there before we left for the restaurant. Her own hand came down on my own and pressed hard, her breathing picked up again, she leant against me, and suddenly my fingers were very, very wet.

I carefully withdrew my hand, and brought my fingers to her lips, where she kissed them and nibbled gently. In the meantime, her hand had wandered to my own lap, where she felt just how excited I was. Her hand lingered to squeeze me, while she looked me directly in the eye as she licked the tips of my fingers clean.

I remember seeing the same excited and playful look in her eyes shortly after she arrived at my home with her request. I had been preparing dinner at the time, and had decided to head back into the kitchen, since now there would be two eating. She had sat next to the bench where I was preparing, with her blouse open to show off her breasts, and her legs open to show off her hand beneath her panties, slowly playing with herself, as she watched me cook.

She interrupted me when I was peeling the carrots for the salad. “May I?” she asked, looking pointedly at the carrot I was about to slice. Well hey, she’d just arrived on an international flight and was likely hungry, so making some snide remark about her not being prepared to wait, I handed her the carrot.

Then that same look in her eyes as she watched me, watching her push the lace of her panties aside, then taking the carrot and sliding escort antalya it deeply into her wet cunt, fucking herself with it, her legs spread wide so I could see perfectly, one hand holding the lips of her cunt apart and her panties aside, and with the other hand fucking herself with the carrot.

And here in the restaurant, she gave me the same look again. But this time I was prepared, and this time I felt in control. This time, I had a surprise for her.

“Are you ready for the next bit?”

“I dread to think!” she laughed. “Ummm… okay, what has your fertile mind come up with this time?”

“This.” I reached into the pocket of my jacket, and handed her the small package.

“Should I open it?”

“Of course… but discreetly, okay? Otherwise it might be a little embarrassing.”

Some things never change, and she tore into the package. If she had known about it earlier, she would have been begging me to tell her what was in it.

“Oh,” she said once it was open. “It’s a small dildo?”

“Not quite. It goes in your arse.”

She giggled. “In my arse? You want me to use this?”

“Yes, I do. Now. I want to watch you as you put it in your arse.”

“What? Here?”

“You got it. You should probably get it wet first of course. If you do it quietly, you probably won’t attract much attention.”

She wiggled forward in the seat, took the plug, and I watched her eyes as she rubbed it up and down her pussy to get it wet, then slowly slid it into her arse. “Oh god!” she squeaked, and then bit down on her lower lip, as her cheeks flushed.

“God, I feel so full. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk.”

“I hope so. I’m taking you dancing next.”

“Dancing? God, I’ll be cumming on the dance floor!”

“I most certainly hope so…”

It was looking to be an interesting evening.

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The desert heat bakes in waves across the motel car park, even in this early morning light. The pastel colors of the siding contrast an unending blue sky, the only shade provided by the tall palms dotting the pavement. By the time I make it to the adjacent conference centre a light sweat has broken across my skin. The air conditioner shocks me as I walk inside, hardening my nipples and reminding me I woke up alone and not in your arms this morning.

Following the signposts, I find our medium sized room. Ridiculously oversized for the six of us participating face to face in normal times, but in Covid times, just enough to allow safe distancing. The other four participants have arrived, and I take the last seat at the head of the horseshoe arranged tables, I have the entire row to myself. I open the laptop, as the speaker across the room starts, joining the Zoom with most of the other couple of dozen participants.

Raking my eyes around the room, I catch the man on the far-left staring at my chest. I give him a hard look, and he averts his eyes. This is going to be a long day.

My phone silently alerts me to an incoming message. My heart flutters as I realise its you.

‘Hello kitten, just checking you are all settled in?’

‘Yes, where are you?’ I text back.

‘I’m on the train heading to the city.’

‘I wish I was with you. I’m in a conference room with this rooster looking at me like I know you want to fuck me, and I’m like aahhhh no I don’t. While simultaneously texting u and squirming in my chair. It’s making me miss you so badly.’

‘Hmm what are you wearing?’

‘Pencil skirt, thin blouse, no stockings it’s hot here.’

‘And underneath?’

‘Matching lace set, nude as you can kind of see it through the blouse.’

‘Mmmm delicious. Is every man in the room staring at your blouse, trying to see those tits?’

‘Should I put my arms above my head and stretch back in my chair and see?’

‘Oh yes, arch your back and give a tiny little whimper/purr as you stretch.’

‘Ok.’ I link my hands behind my neck and drop my head over the back of the chair. My hard nipples sit proud on my soft breast, pointing straight at the celling. I moan as if stretching out my back, and I feel all eyes on the room on me.

‘5/5 looked at that.’

‘Now play with the tip of your pen against your lips.’ I love this playful sexy side of you.

‘Ok doing the pen.’

‘I still have three of their attentions.’

‘Good girl. Do you enjoy the tease, or is it more about knowing you could have five hard cocks on that conference table if you wanted?’

‘Both Daddy.’

‘You need to be told what to do.’

‘Yes.’

‘Given permission to unleash your inner slut.’ My pussy flutters at the dirty name.

‘Yes.’

‘Under your Master’s watchful eye. You need to be told it’s ok to kneel and choke on a hard cock in a dark alley or crowded nightclub.’

‘Yes.’ Your words are a flame to my rising desire.

‘You need to feel safe being tied to the bed and tortured with hot wax and clothespins.’

‘Yes.’ God, I miss you. I want you. beylikdüzü escort I read the texts in your voice; my lace underwear dampens.

‘You need someone to remind you to leave your panties in the drawer next time you go out in that tight skirt.’

‘I do.’

‘Someone who knows how to make your skin tingle with his hand, his belt, his riding crop, in such a way that you feel vividly alive.’

Fuck yes, ‘Yes.’

‘My skin is tingling now.’ I text you.

‘Mmmmm are you biting your lip?’ I have no idea, I’m lightheaded, loosing my mind.

‘I am actually thinking I might come. My pussy is so wet. My breathing is heavy.’

‘Arch your back and rock your hips ever so slightly in that chair.’ Your voice echos in my mind, like a silk sheet dragging across my skin.

‘Oh fuck.’

‘Imagine the reward your Master will give you if you cum right there.’

‘Oh God.’ I want that.

‘Good little slut.’ I lean forward desperate for pressure on my aching pussy. ‘It’s ok to cum.’

I glance around the room. They are all absorbed in the zoom.

‘Feel the pleasure.’ My face is starting to betray me. I switch off the camera.

‘So forbidden.’

My fingers ache to find their way to my core, trapped out of reach in my conservative skirt. ‘I wish I was wearing pants.’

‘The seam of some tight jeans would make you cum nicely.’

‘I’m really wiggling.’

‘You’ll just have to try harder.’

‘Do you think they can tell what I am doing.’

‘Who cares what they think. Is there a something you can sit on to create pressure against your clit?’

‘No,’ my laptop and the phone with your naughty messages are the only thing on the desk in front of me. ‘Should I sit on my hand?’

‘I hope they’re all rock hard watching you out of the corner of their eyes. I bet they can smell your sex.’

‘Probably.’ The familiar musk has permeated the air around me.

‘I dare you.’

I slide forward in my chair and cock my hip. Dipping one shoulder slightly I slide my palm under my ass. All the wiggling in my chair has lifted my knee length skirt, so it is now sitting mid thigh. The slit in the back of the skirt has inched up, allowing me access. Discreetly I slide the panties to the side. I tuck my knees and ankles demurely together, off to one side. I’m so wet, my middle finger slips easily inside my ready hole. I can’t get enough reach, my long finger sinking only fingernail deep.

‘Cum.’ He texts, ‘Be Daddy’s good little whore.’

I’m fucking myself with my finger, the panties pushed to the side have found my clit. I grind my hips into my hand, desperate for relief. In the room someone speaks, bringing me back to the present. I raise my eyes, they are speaking to their screen. The movements of my finger are slight, I hope it looks like I have just propped myself up on the edge of the chair for a change of position after a long morning.

‘Imagine it’s me sitting across from you, watching. I know what you’re doing.’

Your words are sending me mad. I’m trying so hard not to whimper, beylikdüzü escort to hold onto some inhibition.

‘Later tonight I am going to punish you for being so filthy.’

My right finger pumping inside me, my body starts to betray me. With my left hand I slowly punch out a text, ‘My leg started shaking. I think they know.’ My high heel twitches on the floor.

‘Mmmm finish what you started. Daddy will ALWAYS push you further.’

I’m so wet my finger continues to slide deeper inside me. Horrified I hear the sounds of my wetness.

‘I can hear my pussy squishing, can they?’

‘I bet they can. Look at them. Which one of them has a wet spot in his shorts from precum?’.

But I can’t, a golden warmth washes over me, at the same time wetness soaks my hand. Somehow, I punch out one letter at a time,

‘Cumming.’

Numbness and ecstasy encompass me as an avalanche of pleasure washes through me.

‘I came for you. I’m shaking but not too bad.’

‘Mmm that is the correct statement. You came for Me. How did it feel?’

‘It feels so good Daddy.’

‘How does it feel inside?’

‘I can’t slow my heart down. I’m trying to breath softly. No one is looking at me now.’

‘Lol show’s over.’

‘Thank you, Daddy, you always give me what I need. I guess I had better go and do some work.’

‘Lol oh NOW you want to be productive?’

‘Hahaha not really.’

‘I’m taking you out.’

‘Here?’

No reply. My thoughts are muddled. I picture him on the train smiling at me as I try to solve the simple question.

‘Oh, for dinner, at home?’ It finally clicks. ‘Sorry someone just made me cum in the middle of a Palm Springs conference room. I’m a bit out of it.’

‘It’s ok. As much as I enjoy your intelligent brain, it’s also fun to turn you into a brainless fuckdoll.’

‘I love that you can do that to me.’

‘And tonight, when you get home, you will kneel in front of me and suck my cock. Can you devote your entire body to my pleasure without getting distracted by the ache in your pussy?’

‘I will try Daddy.’

‘We will practice until you can. Some serious denial. Until you’re devoted to my orgasm, not your own.’

‘Yes. You are so sexy btw.’

‘Thank you kitten. Problem is, it’s so fucking fun making you cum in public places and inappropriate situations.’

‘I far too willing of a participant.’

‘I can play with you using denial, which is fun and kinda mean in a kinky way. Or I can torture you by making you cum mercilessly, over and over, until you’re begging for mercy.’

‘Both please.’

‘Good answer. Good girl. Have you been blowing off your conference this whole time?’

‘I’m pretending to work but yes. They have gone off to eat I’m still in here. I love it when you say good girl – it sends a jolt straight to my centre.’

‘I like it when you are my good girl.’

‘Well isn’t that serendipitous?’

‘Are you alone in that conference room?’

‘Yes – the door is open they are just in the foyer. I can hear them, sort of see beylikdüzü escort them.’

‘Mmmm rub your cunt for Daddy. Quick before they come back.’

‘I’ll have to pull my skirt up.’

‘Slide your panties off and put them in your bag.’ With a blind obedience belonging only to you, I drag them over my heels and stuff them inside my handbag.

‘Ok done.’ I lift my skirt higher, spreading my legs slightly, as far as the tight skirt will allow.

‘Pretend I’m there. Fuck me. I’m going to bend you over that big table, tug your skirt up, and push this throbbing dick into you.’ More maddening words, strip away any remaining inhibition.

‘Ok.’ Short answers are all I can punch out. I find my hard bean easily, still slick.

‘Your cunt is mine to use.’ My pussy aches with each message.

‘Oh, fuck yes.’ My hips slide down towards the edge of the chair.

‘You’re going to spend the rest of the meeting with my hot cum dripping out of your cunt.’

‘Yes.’ The warm, intense pressure continues to build.

‘Fuck baby I’m gonna cum in that tight young pussy.’

‘I’m so wet.’ My fingers rub and pinch my clit, softly, urgently, my slit and insides tingle wildly.

‘I can feel your wetness dripping down my balls as I pound you from behind.’

‘Oooo.’ Words and coherent thoughts are beyond me at this point.

‘My hand over your mouth so no one hears you getting fucked deep and hard. Grunting and growling “fucking take that cock.”‘

‘Close.’

‘Cum on my dick you little whore.’ My cunt is achingly empty, I’m so desperate to be filled by you.

I bite my lip to hold in the moan as the orgasm builds.

‘Dirty little slut.’

I can’t write back. I double click the love heart, message received.

‘Cum on my dick and feel my hot spunk erupting into your slick cunt.’

As if my body knows to behave, I erupt gently. ‘I’m cumming.’ I manage to text you. I need you to know you have bought me undone.

‘Yes, baby, yes. Good little fuckdoll.’

Wave after gentle wave crashes over me. My fingers don’t stop. ‘Still,’ is all I can manage to punch out, each letter an effort.

‘Yes. I feel it. Your wet pussy is pulsating on my shaft.’ Finally, I draw my hand back, checking for eyes on me before licking my fingers clean.

We are both silent as I recover, so gentle you give me space and time.

Finally, ‘Oh my God.’ I manage.

‘Mmmmm fuck baby.’

‘Someone called out and asked if I wanted a sandwich at some point. I had to try to answer.’

‘Hehe.’

‘No, thank you – so polite.’

‘Even when you’re being a whore you have good manners.’

Somehow my throbbing pussy still wants more.

‘Oh fuck, how am I more fucking horny now than I was this morning. You have ruined me.’

‘Whatever shall we do about it?’

‘I don’t know but I can smell my cum.’

‘Mmmmm I bet the whole room smells like horny girl.’

‘I think one of them may have seen me.’

‘Good, let him fantasise. I love pushing you to be filthy.’

‘You seem to be quite good at it. I should go before you make me a naughty girl again.’

‘I will never not make you a naughty girl.’

‘That last orgasm was so long and soft and gentle. It was really beautiful thank you Daddy.’

‘My absolute pleasure, pet. I love unleashing your hidden desires.’

‘I can’t wait to get home to you.’

‘I’ll be here waiting.’

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Barely two days since his last visit my master called upon me once more; I was getting ready for work when his knock came at the door, as I rushed towards it I felt pleased that I had remembered all his instructions and knew I would please him this time.

“Master.”

“Slave.”

As I stepped aside to let him in I felt the excitement already building between my legs, shutting the door I dropped to my knees before him in proper obedience. As much as I wanted him already a small part of me persisted in informing me I had a job to go to; but I couldn’t displease my master.

“Why are you still dressed slave? Surely you know I expect you to be naked before me.”

“Master, I’m sorry but I was on my way to work, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Hmm, this is not pleasing slave, but I suppose I can’t entirely blame you; which is a pity as I would like to punish you for it.” His gaze ran along my prone body “Still I really came to inform you that tonight I will be hosting a dinner party I wish you to attend, don’t get ideas above your station slave, you will be the centre piece.”

At his laugh I dared to glance up at him in confusion.

“But for your impertinence I will give you something to go to work with, stand against the wall and spread your legs bitch.”

I did as I was told and felt his hands slide under my skirt pushing it up over my hips, hooking his fingers under my panties he pulled them down my thighs and left them there. My pussy was by this time wet and aching to feel him inside me, yet I knew that wasn’t going to happen, so it was to my surprise when I felt him rub his cock along my wet crevice. My moaning was quickly silenced by his hand over my mouth, pressing his body against mine he whispered in my ear,

“This isn’t for your enjoyment so I don’t want to hear it; this is your punishment.”

The fear this comment inspired sent my juices flowing down his hard shaft but remembering his admonition I bit my lip in order to make no sound. His cock was moved between my ass cheeks, my own juices making it slippy; his hands grabbed my ass and pushed it tightly around his cock as he began thrusting. The feel of his hardness rubbing me and yet not entering me was making it incredibly difficult to not make a sound; I wanted to scream out for him to fuck me. Suddenly he pulled away from me and grabbed my hips pulling me towards him, but instead of thrusting into me as I so desperately wanted; looking down I saw that he was spilling his spunk into my panties. As I groaned in frustration he slapped my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes, pulling my wet panties up he said;

“Now slave I told you I didn’t want to hear you so now you have a sore ass as well as a wet pussy. For today you will go to work with the knowledge that my spunk is rubbing all over your undeserving cunt, make sure you don’t clean yourself up until you get home. I will pick you up at seven, make sure you are ready.”

With that he pulled his pants up and left me, the scent and feel of his seed between my legs the only thing that remained. My entire body felt wound tight with my desire for release and the touch of my master, yet as I glanced at the clock I realized I had to leave. Could I really go to the office smelling of my sex and his, yet did I dare to wash and change? I did not, so with much trepidation I left.

As I walked in I felt sure that everyone’s eyes were upon me, walking past the desks of my colleagues I was sure I could see their nostrils flaring as they caught the scent I was carrying, guessing my inner secret. I was humiliated, they all surely knew…and yet this new torture was just as exciting as any other my master had devised for me, I really was a slut. That this degrading and humiliating experience was turning me on only proved it, I wanted to rip off my clothes and beg them to fuck me; but the knowledge that I belonged to my master prevented me. I quickly found my own desk and stayed behind it all day, not daring to move; though the thoughts of the dinner party later would not stop racing in my mind. What did he mean by centre piece, would there be other people there? Surely there must be, dinner party suggested guests did it not?

When finally the time to go home came I was a nervous wreak, yet my nerves were battling with my excited curiosity at what would be happening later, I barely noticed the journey home. Upon arriving home I immediately ran a bath and washed myself thoroughly, shaving everywhere including my pussy even though I had done it that morning, my nerves were quickly being replaced by a desire to please. Stepping from the water steam was rising from my body; I tingled all over whether from the scrubbing or my suppressed desire I couldn’t tell. My make up was applied with more care than I had ever taken, every lash coated with mascara and lips made plump with the slutty red I had chosen; my clothes however were a problem. What should I wear? My master had not told me what was appropriate, but the beylikdüzü escort thought of waiting to ask him did not appeal; he had told me to be ready. I eventually decided on a black dress and stockings, my breasts were still firm enough not to need much support and I doubted that I would be needing panties. Still as I waited for him to arrive I was apprehensive about my attire, what if it wasn’t what he wanted?

An eternity later his knock came at the door, opening it I immediately went to my knees and waited for his judgement.

“Stand for me slave let me see you.”

I rose to my feet keeping my eyes downcast, I felt his hands roaming my body; cupping my breasts and my ass then reaching under my dress to feel my pussy, his pleased utterance assured me that I had at least passed this test. He lifted my head so I could meet his gaze and I could not help but smile in response to the pleasure in his eyes.

“Slave you are learning well, I am pleased. But this is by far not the only thing you must do to please me this evening, I expect your complete obedience tonight I know it’s a little early to be introducing you to friends but I believe you want to please me.”

“I do master, more than anything.”

“Good, follow me slave.”

After a short drive we arrived at his house, entering he took me into the dining room where the meal was presumably to take place, yet there were no places laid at the table, in fact it wasn’t exactly a table designed for eating. My mouth must have dropped open because he suddenly laughed;

“I see you have an idea about what is in store for you slave.”

I could only nod dumbly; before me was a table with manacles at each corner, I did suddenly have an idea about what would be happening tonight and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Before I could say or do anything however, my master had grabbed my dress and torn it from my body leaving me standing naked before him, already my heart was racing and my body quivering. As he brought his lips to mine in a delicious kiss I truly thought I’d never experienced a more perfect moment, as he began to kiss my neck with such gentle caresses of his tongue I felt my knees weaken. Picking me up in his arms his teeth sank into the tender flesh of my neck, moaning in pleasure my head rolled back exposing my neck further to him in some kind of animal submission.

Gently he laid me on the table and took my wrist encasing it within cold metal; quickly he proceeded to bind my other limbs until I was completely immobile upon the parody of a dining table.

“Open your eyes” my master said in such a gentle voice, but it was still his voice and so I obeyed. He stood beside me gazing into my eyes there was tenderness there that I had not seen before; but far from making him less imposing it bound my heart more securely to him.

As his fingers trailed down my body I strained against my bonds to bring myself closer to his touch but to no avail I could not move at all, it seemed this prison had been tailored to me, leaving no room for adjustment. My pussy was already leaking its juices over the table beneath me, making my ass cheeks wet; as I wriggled my hips I slid the moisture further under me.

“Hmm, we can’t have that slave.” He said as he pinched my nipple making it sting and tighten, “You promised to obey me tonight and your first instruction is that you stay perfectly still, I would like for you to enjoy this experience also but I will not hesitate to punish you if you should embarrass me this evening. Do I make myself clear bitch?”

I forced myself to stop all movement, even though my masters fingers were now between my legs barely touching my swollen clit; as I replied

“Yes master, I will do my utmost to do as you bid me master”

He smiled at me as he pushed his fingers into my soaking cunt, although I managed to keep my body still I could not stop the whimpering scream from escaping my lips, I was torn between pleasure and pain at this rough intrusion. But of course this has always been the case in dealing with my master and the pleasure I get is often derived from the pain he gives me. As he lent over me once more kissing my lips I moaned into his mouth as his tongue roughly probed my own, it was taking every ounce of concentration to stop myself from trying to push myself deeper on to his fingers. Standing he removed himself from all contact with me, and I like the pathetic creature that I am cried out in desolation.

“This will not do slave, I realize that you have kept still for me but I need for you to remain silent as well; still for this first time I will help you. Now open your mouth.”

As soon as I had, a gag was put in it; to add further to my chagrin a blindfold was placed over my eyes, with my senses restricted in this manner my body was suddenly heightened in all sensation. I could actually feel my master moving around the table, around my bound body; then he was gone and I lay antalya escort alone unable to move or see. I don’t know how long I waited for something to happen but I was aware of my own arousal in a way I had never before experienced.

Almost as though I was experiencing myself from a distance, I could feel my heart and its fluttery beating, the blood rushing around my body, the sound of it loud in my ears. Every part of my skin felt electric, all the tiny hairs stood on end; my nipples were tight and hard with arousal but this was all eclipsed by the constant pulse I felt in my pussy, each throb creating more of my juices the scent of which had reached me and the smell of my own sex was driving me to further heights.

Apparently I had been so absorbed in myself that I had missed the guests arriving, suddenly there were voices in the room.

“Well Mark you have found yourself a fine specimen haven’t you.” This voice was deep and resonant, “Fluffy, you know where the kitchen is don’t just stand there.”

“Yes master.”

Why I was shocked that the second guest was a woman I don’t know, but I was far more shocked at the fact she was a slave such as I was, before I could muse too much upon this she apparently returned from the kitchen and began placing things on my body. Whatever it was it was cold and I felt goose bumps breakout immediately, she came back several times until I was covered in what I could only assume was food. Then they began to eat, and chat in a perfectly normal fashion about their day and their plans for the week, far from turning me off this just further aggravated my already uncontrollable desire. Every time one of them picked up something from my body it caused shocks like vaults of electric passing through me and straight to my pussy. “Fluffy, you may clear the table now.”

After removing any food stuffs that were left, she began to lick my body, had the gag not prevented me I would have screamed out in ecstasy, every touch of her tongue was like molten fire leaving trails of fiery ice in its wake. Although I tried my hardest to stay still there was now a trembling running through me that I could not control, as her mouth moved upwards my blindfold was removed and I saw this other slave. She was older than me by a decade or so yet she was certainly an attractive woman; she was as naked as I was except for a gold collar on her neck, it actually had a name tag. However, before I could determine what it said (though I’m sure it was Fluffy) she lifted her body so that I saw her large breasts swaying with her movement and brought her blue gaze close to mine. Looking at her master and seeing his nod she removed the gag from my mouth, she kissed me deeply, her tongue darting inside my mouth. I who had never even thought of being with a woman reacted without thinking and kissed her back just as passionately my moans of pleasure audible even through this, I knew what my master had said but I was now in a frenzy, sensory deprivation combined with being bound and naked before these strangers had me as horny as I could ever remember being.

“Enough Fluffy;” when she didn’t respond I heard the smack of flesh on flesh, she whimpered into my mouth yet remained where she was, “Damn you bitch, you will do as you’re told.” Grabbing her hair he pulled her roughly from me and onto his lap where he proceeded to smack her ass, I believe I was the only one to see her smile.

“Jeff, slaves will be slaves you know. That’s why they need masters.” My own master said with a laugh in his voice, smiling at me he asked, “Did you enjoy your first taste of a woman my pet? Would you like to taste more?”

“I would master.” This breathless reply caused him to smile further and my heart settled into a more regular rhythm as I had been unsure if this was the correct reply.

“Jeff, do you mind? You know yourself how important it is to socialize a bitch early.”

This comment confused me yet obviously had meaning to this man as he laughed and instructed Fluffy to give me a further taste, instead of kissing me as I had been expecting she moved behind my head and climbed onto the table, for a moment her full, heavy breasts dangled just above my waiting mouth, she brushed the nipples across my lips but before I could react she had moved. Kneeling above me, her glistening pussy was fully visible to me, a ripple of unease washed over me; what was I expected to do, kissing a woman was one thing…

My mouth still closed she rubbed herself over my mouth, the smell of her sex was intoxicating and almost without thinking I probed her with my tongue, her moans of pleasure combined with her grinding movements onto my mouth assured me that I was doing something right. The masters’ laughter was like a tiny buzz in the background as I continued, her juices flowing over my face, before long I felt her begin to shake; an orgasm? I didn’t find out as she was jerked roughly away, with her no longer blocking my sight I could antalya escort see that both masters were standing beside the table with their cocks out, I turned my head to my master imploring him with my gaze but he shook his head as he said; “Not with that mess all over you, Jeff?”

“Of course you’re right Mark, why should you be expected to touch that.” So saying he grabbed Fluffy’s hair and pulled off the length of his cock, which she had been masterfully swallowing; pointing to my face he said, “You’d better clean up your mess bitch, my friend does not appreciate having his property messed up.

Climbing onto the table once more she lay on top of me, her breasts pressing deliciously into my own, her knee between my legs pressed and rubbed against my clit and in my excitement I felt close to climax, but I couldn’t, not without permission. As she began to lick her own juices from my face I could feel the orgasm building and there was no way I would be able to stop it, my breathing became quicker and my moaning gasps louder. As my climax exploded over me, my juices flowing over her leg her smug smile informed me that this was what she had intended. Shame flooded me and I felt the heat rising to my face; I had defied my master.

He pushed her off me and she landed heavily on the floor, quickly she crawled to her masters feet and away from his wrath;

“Although I know that was not entirely your fault I do expect my wishes to be obeyed bitch.” With that he leant over and bit my nipple, being already sensitive the pain from this was intense and my scream brought a delighted sound from my master and a laugh from his guest.

Uncuffing my wrists he grabbed my hair and yanked me up and across towards his hard cock, as I willingly opened my mouth he rammed it all in choking me, grabbing both my breasts he squeezed them hard as he used them to pull me up and down his shaft. With quick violent thrusts, each one of which made me gag cataclysmically; his cock was soon throbbing deep within my mouth but just as I was about to gratefully take his spunk he pulled out and came over my face. Using his grip on my sore breasts to pull me forward he rubbed his softening cock all over my face, smearing his cum over my lips and cheeks.

Another hand in my hair pulled me backwards towards the other side of the table, my breasts tore from my masters grip his fingers marks red on the smooth white flesh. Turning I saw this other man with Fluffy at his cock, she moved her head and grasped him, pumping his hardness vigorously towards my face, suddenly he thrust forward his warm cum splattering my already drenched face. I could feel it running down my cheek as she came close to me and licked it up, pressing her lips to mine she forced her cum covered tongue into my mouth, tasting the musky, salty substance I was once more delirious with desire I reached out to cup her breast, finding the nipple I rolled it between my fingers.

“Seems like both our bitches are in heat tonight eh Mark? How about we put yours out of her misery, I brought Fluffy’s bone.” He said with a smirk in his voice.

Although I couldn’t see, I could feel her being handled and also the fact that my legs were being uncuffed, I was roughly grabbed and turned onto my front and my legs once immobilized. As I was grasped by my hips and pulled up onto my knees I saw that she was now standing and wearing a strap on, attached to it was the biggest dildo I had ever seen, this was not what I had been hoping for; but by then I was ready to beg for something to fuck me. Coming up behind me she placed the tip of it against my pussy, when I would have impaled myself on it my master grabbed my hair and forced my mouth onto his cock which was hard once again. As he filled my mouth she rammed the dildo into my pussy, I was stretched beyond imagining and my scream was not muffled even by my masters hard cock. She leant over me and reached for my breasts, digging her nails into my tender flesh, all the while fucking me, pushing the dildo into me right up to the hilt; each thrust making me scream and allowing my master to push himself further into my throat.

When my master withdrew she did also, leaving me sore yet unsatisfied; she came around to face me and kissed me tenderly stroking my cheek.

“You are lovely, I hope your master isn’t too harsh with you.” Were the words she spoke to me.

Her master shook hands with mine before coming and clipping a gold chain to her collar, giving it a quick yank he led her away smiling happily; my master left with them. Where had they gone, I felt so frustrated that I began to cry all I wanted was to please my master and now with her comment and his leaving I was unsure as to what was to come next. I ached with need for his touch; I no longer even remembered a time when I didn’t need him, so that when he returned to me my tears turned into relieved weeping.

“Please master…” my tears stopped me from saying any more. But I need not have been concerned, my master has always known what it is that I need.

“Sssh; its ok my pet, you have done well and I am pleased.” His caress was gentle as he ran his hand down my back and released my shaking legs, turning towards him I felt such total joy at his words I knew that I now belonged to him body and soul.

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