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(Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, has barely thirty four B little titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, long clit and a tight firm ass)

Calista bid goodbye to the last of the guests that attended her Christmas party at her estate. It was nearly two o’clock am and the Mistress was a bit tired and, to be truthful, tipsy. She had partied with the best of them, danced nearly all evening and drank several glasses of Champagne. It was time to slow down and finish her half full glass of wine before going to bed. Bruno, Eric and the live in slave girls, Ella and Beth, would soon be leaving to spend Christmas and New Years with their families. The four of them finished cleaning and tidying up the huge party room and were ready to depart. They lined up and kneeled in front of Calista as she raised her evening gown to her waist. As usual, she wore no panties and each slave paid homage to their Mistress by kissing and briefly licking her pussy.

The live in slaves departed and Calista was alone. She sat down in an overstuffed chair and sipped her wine. She was pleased with the party. No one had drunk too much liquor and everyone was in a holiday spirit. She had even managed not to spill any wine or food stains on her beautiful silver evening gown studded with tiny pearls and sequins. The room was illuminated only by the multi colored lights on the huge Christmas tree. The lights danced in reflection from Calista’s sequined gown. Calista stretched lazily and laid her head back in the chair, breathed deeply and soon drifted off to sleep.

A clatter of hooves sounded in staccato beats that seemed to come from overhead. Calista arose to see what was the matter. She opened the front door and there stood Santa Claus with Mrs. Claus at his side, both grinning from ear to ear. “Merry Christmas, Calista,” said Santa as he handed her a box wrapped in Christmas paper and topped with a huge red ribbon. Calista’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she grasped the gift, speechless for the first time in a long, long time. “Merry Christmas, dear,” Mrs. Claus said as she hugged Calista to her ample bosom. Stunned at the turn of events, Calista stared out at the snow-covered lawns where a red nosed reindeer stood stomping his hoof.

“Rudolph?” she asked in amazement.

“Well of course it’s Rudolph,” said Mrs. Claus, “What other reindeer has a bright red nose that glows.” Calista was dumbfounded as the cold wind blew through the open door. “If you don’t invite us in, dear, Santa and I will catch our death of cold. We have been all over the world and would like to rest a bit,” Mrs. Claus said to her.

“Oh…of course,” Calista stammered, “Come in…come in.”

“Come on, Rudolph,” Santa turned to call to the prancing reindeer. Rudolph’s nose glowed brightly as he trotted into the house. Santa looked at the cold fireplace, stacked with firewood, he wiggled his nose, and instantly a huge warm fire blazed in the large fireplace. “Magic,” he explained to Calista with a wink. “Oh, you have such a nice home, Calista,” he said as he sat down on the sofa.

“Please, Mrs. Claus, sit down…I’m being a poor hostess,” Calista said.

“Call me Chrissie Claus, Calista,” she smiled and sat next to Santa. “Now open your gifts so we can see if you like them.” Calista, still wide-eyed and dumbstruck, mechanically began to unwrap the first of three gifts they had brought her. The card said, ‘From Chrissie…to Calista’. She opened the box to find a rich red velvet bra and matching panties, both trimmed in ermine fur. “Do you like them?” asked Chrissie.

“Oh yes, Chrissie,” said Calista eagerly, “they’re beautiful!” she exclaimed. Santa handed Calista another wrapped box and told her to open it. Calista quickly tore away the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside was a red velvet handled flogger, trimmed in ermine with heavy leather strands tipped with tiny diamonds shaped like tiny pyramids embedded in the strands. “Oooooo, I love it…thank you Santa,” Calista gushed as she hugged and kissed the jolly old elf. “Shall I use it first on you…or Chrissie?” she asked playfully.

“I hope on both of us,” he replied with a huge grin.

“I promised ‘Old St. Nick’ a special Christmas gift this year,” Chrissie began, “He always wandered what it would be like to visit you professionally, so this year I gave him a ‘Visit to Mistress Calista’s Dungeon’ for his special gift,” Chrissie smiled, “so he is all yours, dear.”

Calista was positive she was dreaming so she decided to have some fun in her dream and go along with Santa and Chrissie. “What about you?” Calista asked with a pout, “Aren’t you going to join too, Chrissie?”

Chrissie grinned and exclaimed, “Wild horses couldn’t stop me from participating, sweetheart!” She removed antalya escort her glasses, took off her hat and white haired wig and unzipped her portly Mrs. Claus dress. Out stepped a beautiful naked young woman with magnificent D cup breasts that defied gravity. They stood upright without a hint of sag, topped by hard upright nipples. Her light brown tresses fell to the small of her back and her neatly trimmed bush exactly matched the color of her hair. By the firelight, Calista could see a glint of moisture between her thighs. Her supple body was beautiful, tanned and perfectly shaped. She smiled at Calista and stood in a pose with her arms spread to let Calista see her.

“Oh my God,” exclaimed Calista, “you’re…you’re my Sarah…my sweet Sarah!”

“No, love, I looked into your heart and found your darling Sarah so I choose to look like her for you tonight, or I should say, this morning,” Chrissie grinned. Calista looked at Santa with an unbelieving look on her face. Santa grinned, kicked off his boots, unzipped his Santa suit and snapped his fingers. A puff of smoke hid him from view for an instant and when it cleared a tall naked young man stood smiling at Calista. His balls were huge and his hard-on massive. Santa stood over six feet tall and was well muscled and tanned. Calista was dumbfounded and could not believe her eyes.

“Well,” began Santa, “what’s the use of being a magical person if you don’t use magic to your advantage?” he asked with a smile. “Anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to train an old fat man with a jelly belly.” Rudolph had curled up near the fireplace and snorted as though he was laughing. “Hush, Rudy, or I’ll turn you into a frog or something,” Santa told him. The reindeer seemed to smile and Calista was sure she heard him say something about ‘his turn’. Santa smiled and clasped Chrissie’s hand and they both kneeled in front of Calista. The elf, turned into a handsome stud of a man, winked at Calista was instantly naked! She looked up to see her gown fly through the air to neatly land on the back of a stuffed chair. Santa smiled at ‘his Mistress’ and told her to just snap her fingers when she wanted anything.

Calista thought that she should start by spanking Santa. She snapped her fingers and instantly she was sitting in a straight chair with Santa, restraints on both wrists and ankles was preparing to lie across her lap. As he lay across her lap, she thought he would press heavily on her. Surprisingly, he was a slight as a feather. Calista grasped his massive cock, drew the foreskin back and placed it between her warm thighs squeezing it tight. Santa gasped when he felt her warm flesh surround his cock. She snapped her fingers and his ankles were spread wide and fastened to rings in the floor. A stiff leather paddle magically appeared in her hand just as she finished placing his heavy balls on the top of her thigh.

Calista looked at Chrissie and she nodded for her to go ahead. The Domina raised the paddle and delivered a savage blow to Santa’s asscheek. A howl filled the air as his asscheek began to burn and turn crimson. The next blow seared his other asscheek and Santa groaned, saying a barely audible, “Thank you, Ma’am.” Calista began to roll his magnificent cock between her thighs and he moaned in pleasure. The moan was cut short by another harsh blow of the paddle to his asscheek, followed by another and yet another. Santa’s eyes welled up with tears and rolled down his cheeks as he tried hard to avoid sobbing. His Mistress could feel his cock grow even bigger and harder as it throbbed mightily between her warm thighs.

Applying several harsh strokes of the paddle to the backs of his thighs caused him to cry out and whimper. Calista reached under Santa’s chest to find, pull and squeeze his nipples. He gasped in pleasure as his nipples responded to her touch. Another series of blows to his asscheeks brought forth loud long wails of sweet pain from slave Santa. His ass burned like fire and his cock was throbbing with a strong to cum. “Don’t you dare cum without my permission, slave Santa!” Calista warned him. He struggled to prevent himself from cumming and finally was able to control himself. Calista smiled, as she knew the torment of needing to cum, but was precluded from orgasm.

“Please, Mistress…enough,” Santa begged Calista. She looked at Chrissie who shook her head no. Smiling, Calista renewed her assault on Santa’s ass and thighs while rolling his sensitive cock between her thighs. After another rough spanking session, Calista decided that it was enough and snapped her fingers. Instantly Santa was spread-eagled by chains hanging from the ceiling and legs spread wide with ankles fastened to steel rings in the floor. A huge drop of clear thick pre-cum gathered at his cock lit. Calista scooped it up with her finger and tasted it. It was pleasant with a sweet sugary flavor. She milked his cock to get more pre-cum to lick up then placed a rawhide cord tightly around the base of his massive cock. The rawhide acted like a cockring preventing him from cumming and his cock from getting ataşehir escort soft!

Mistress Calista licked Santa’s nipples as he squirmed with pleasure. She patted his sore ass firmly and he whimpered then grimaced from the searing pain. Calista kneeled down to lick the sensitive spot in front of his cockhead causing Santa to shiver in lust and arousal. “Please let me cum, Mistress,” he whispered. Calista took his cockhead into her mouth and looked up at Santa, swirled her tongue around his cockhead and shook her head no. Santa moaned then groaned loudly as she sucked his cockhead. Chrissie grinned, obviously pleased with the progress of Santa’s session. Calista noticed Chrissie’s delight at Santa’s plight and she snapped her fingers. Instantly, Calista was seated in the straight chair with Chrissie lying across her lap, wrists and ankles restrained.

Santa looked down at his wife lying over Calista’s lap and smiled. Chrissie opened her mouth to say something, but she gasped as Calista’s reached under her mons and parted her cuntlips with her finger. She sighed as Calista rubbed her sopping wet pussy and rubbed her erect and engorged clit. Chrissie closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure at her cunt when she screamed as the paddle swatted her asscheek brutally. Again the Domina struck the beautiful asscheeks hard with the paddle to the wails and sobs of her slave girl. Chrissie’s ass cheeks turned the same shade of crimson as Santa’s as Calista continued spanking her without let up. The slave girls tears and sobs did nothing to melt the Domina’s cold heart and only served to increase Calista’s zeal.

Chrissie moaned with both pleasure and pain as Calista fingered her pussy, and with pain from the paddling. Calista withdrew her finger from Chrissie’s cunt and reached under her chest to find Chrissie’s nipples. The slave girl moaned with pleasure as she felt her mistress rub, roll, pinch and tweak her nipples delightfully. Calista twisted and pulled a nipple savagely as she blistered Chrissie’s thighs with the paddle, accompanied by the piercing screams of the slave girl. Inserting her finger in Chrissie’s cunt again, Calista swirled it about then brought it to her mouth to taste her slave’s juices. She gleefully licked her finger and the taste of honey greeted her taste buds pleasantly. “Ummm, you taste sooo good, Chrissie,” Calista told her as she dipped in for another taste.

Chrissie sobbed and whimpered at the burning pain at her ass and thighs. Salty drops of tears dripped to the floor and disappeared as they struck the floor with a sparkle. Calista snapped her fingers and in a wink Chrissie was chained and spread-eagled facing Santa. Their Mistress stood between them and pulled them together until Chrissie’s nipple touched Santa’s. Calista sucked both nipples into her mouth and licked them delightfully. After a few moments she moved their other nipples together and sucked and licked those too. Both Santa and Chrissie moan with delight as Calista pleasured their nipples. Calista kneeled between them, put her hands under their legs, feeling for their asshole. Finding them, she shoved a finger in each of their assholes and swirled them about. Looking up at her slaves, she saw them dreamily enjoying the pleasure in their assholes. Santa’s huge hard-on beckoned her and Calista opened her mouth and began to lick his cockshaft all over wetting it with her saliva. Her tongue swirled around the underneath of his cockhead rim, causing Santa to groan with delight. Her mouth enveloped his cockhead and she pressed her tongue hard on the satiny glans as he cried out in pleasure. Calista gripped his massive cock with her lips and began to move her head up and down slowly while licking his cockhead. Each time she drove her head down a bit more of his massive member went deeper into her mouth.

After several tries, Calista’s nose was buried in his bush, the soft curls tickling her nostrils. Chrissie watched in amazement as Calista deep throated the enormous cock, a feat she had never been able to do. The Domina squeezed his cock with her tongue to milk out several dollops of sugary pre-cum, which she promptly swallowed. Santa was nearly mad from the need and desire to cum, but Calista ignored all his pleas and entreaties. He groaned as she withdrew her finger from his asshole to heft and fondle his balls. She drove him nearly insane as she drew her tongue repeatedly over the sensitive spot in front of his cock. He whimpered and sobbed to be permitted to cum, but Calista ignored him. Several times he thought that he would overcome the cockring as he was on the verge of orgasm, but at the last moment, nothing happened.

Calista felt his failed cum attempts in her mouth as his cock throbbed. She released his cock from her mouth and turned her attention to Chrissie. She put her face near the slave girls’ cunt to inhale her scent. The fragrance of jasmine filled her nostrils as Chrissie’s pussy beckoned Calista’s tongue. Teasing her, Calista kissed and licked Chrissie’s inner thighs. She drew her tongue along the creases where the thighs meet the torso, jasmine filling her nostrils. Calista kissed Chrissie’s pussylips as though they were her mouth as the girl trembled with lust. She flicked her tongue back and forth along the edges of Chrissie’s closed cuntlips as the girl trembled and whined softly. Calista parted the girl’s cuntlips with her tongue. A gush of cunt juices flowed onto Calista’s tongue as the girl moaned with pleasure.

Calista’s taste buds immediately recognized the sweet flavor of honey as it streamed from Chrissie’s pussy onto her Mistress’s cunt. Chrissie swayed delightfully from her chains as Calista pleasured her sweet cunt. Her sighs, moans and gasps gave testimony to the delight Calista’s tongue brought to Mrs. Claus. Calista plunged her tongue deep into Chrissie’s pussy as the slave girl gasped with joy. Her Mistress tongue flicked across her clit and Chrissie jerked and writhed in pleasure as Calista continued to ‘torment’ the long clit with her tongue. “Oh God, Mistress…that’s sooo good. Don’t stop…please…don’t stop,” Chrissie murmured as she tried to push her cunt deeper into Calista’s face. Calista rewarded Chrissie by reaching up to rub her nipples, gently rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.

Rubbing her nipples was the trigger as Chrissie screamed and erupted in a savage orgasm. Wave after wave of thick honey flooded Calista’s mouth as Chrissie writhed, jerked and bucked in one orgasm after another. Calista ‘tormented’ her super sensitive clit throughout Chrissie’s orgasm, causing the girl to nearly faint from sheer pleasure. Finally Chrissie’s orgasm subsided and she hung limply form her chains, spent and exhausted. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she closed them while she gasped for air, unable to easily breathe. Slowly her senses returned and her eyes fluttered open and she whispered hoarsely, “Oh my God…I never came that hard before…never!” She looked at Calista’s face, glistening with honey, and she pursed her lips. Calista rose swiftly to embrace her chained slave to kiss her lips and probe for her tongue. “Mmmm, That was incredible, Mistress,” Chrissie whispered between kisses.

“Your pussy tastes like honey, sweet Chrissie,” Calista said and kissed her again.

“I know, Mistress, I know,” Chrissie confessed as their tongues entwined.

Calista released Chrissie from her embrace and move to her Implements and Toys table. She selected two Y chains. The first had clamps on all three ends and the other had an elastic slipknot at the long end of the Y with clamps on the other ends. The slipknot was made of leather and was lined with hundreds of tiny needles. The needles were not long enough to break the skin, but would prick and irritate it mercilessly. She returned to face Santa, grinning as she showed him the chains. He gasped when he saw them. Chrissie was just beginning to fully recover from her orgasm and she shivered as she saw the clamps.

Mistress Calista licked and sucked Santa’s right nipple. He moaned in pleasure until she bit it and pulled it out with her teeth. Santa winced in pain as she tightly clamped the extended nipple then released it. He moaned as Calista sucked in Chrissies right nipple and bit and extended it too as the slave girl whimpered in pain. Calista tightly clamped Chrissies right nipple too. The two slaves grimaced in pain as Calista pulled harshly on the elastic slipknot and fastened it securely around Santa’s balls. He cried out as the tiny pins dug into his balls flesh. Releasing the elastic the chain snapped painfully stretching both their nipples and Santa’s balls. They groaned in sweet agony while Calista clamped their left nipples together. She let the Y chains long end and clamp rest on Chrissie’s neatly trimmed little bush.

The Domina kneeled facing Chrissie’s pussy and sucked her cuntlips into her mouth to tease and nibble them. Chrissie moan with both pain and pleasure as her Mistress licked, sucked and nibbled her puffy cuntlips. Calista held both cuntlips between her teeth. She pulled them out, stretched the long end of the Y chain to painfully clamp the aching cuntlips securely. Calista leaned back to admire her innovative work. Her slaves were joined at their tits, at his balls and at her cuntlips. They chained duo gritted their teeth as they groaned in pain. The clamps pulled viciously at their nipples, her cuntlips and the tiny pins dug painfully into Santa’s balls, pulling them up high.

Satisfied, Calista began to lick Santa’s balls and stroke his cock, drawing his ample foreskin back and forth. He strained to achieve release, but he could not as the cockring did its job perfectly. Calista arose and moved to her table again selecting two phallus shaped dildo butt plugs. Each dildo was eight inches long and two inches wide. Drawing them between her sopping wet cuntlips, she lubricated them both. Calista kneeled behind Chrissie and stood the dildos on their flat bases. She licked and kissed Chrissie’s asscheeks causing her to sway delightfully to the caresses of Calista’s tongue. Parting her asscheeks, Calista revealed Chrissie’s tight little rosebud nestled in the crack of her ass. Mistress drew her tongue down the cleft of Chrissie’s asscrack pausing to lick and suck at her asshole. The slave girl gasped and trembled from pleasure, causing the Y chains to stretch painfully for both she and Santa.

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It was another standard day in the office for Claire. There was filing to be done, phone calls to be answered and reports to be written for her boss. It was a very basic job and didn’t pay anywhere near enough to what she needed to cover the debts she was trying to pay off. Her evening job would not pay for it on its own either as the income was so unsteady. Something in her hated the evening job, but at the same time it was rather fun. She finished off the last report of the day and left it in the boss’s in-tray for him to check over at his leisure and left the office for the day.

Once she was home off came everything she had been wearing that day for work, the suit, the blouse, the low heeled shoes and tights. A transformation took place and she ended up wearing a tight fitting black and red corset, a black mini skirt, no underwear, black stockings and knee high boots. Claire looked at herself in the mirror adjusting her clothing to be just right before changing her make-up also, her then being ready for her nights work. As she inspected herself in the mirror she sighed “I hope I don’t have to do this much longer.

She wrapped herself up in her long black coat and headed to the bar she frequented at night, searching for lonely men to make some money from. sefaköy escort Maybe she would find a rich man tonight and make a nice amount, or maybe it would be a night full of £10 hand jobs. She never knew what her luck would produce. She sat at the bar on one of the high stools for quite some time that night, a lot of men entered and left but not a single one was interested. Then she saw her boss come into the bar and she gulped the last of her drink and went to leave in quite a hurry, not wanting him to see her there like that. She’d likely get the sack if he spotted her. It was too late. He had already seen her and stopped her putting his arm out and smiled “Take a seat Claire. I’ll get you a drink. No point in spending the evening alone.”

Claire gulped with her coat tightly done up around her and sat back down accepting his offer knowing it would be worse to refuse the drink than just leave. She just hoped he hadn’t noticed the coat was longer than what she was wearing beneath it or worse still that he thought she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Her mind was flitting between all these embarrassing ideas of what he may be thinking of her when he might not even be thinking so at all. As Claire drank her drink her boss silivri escort did not say much but he had not been thinking anything about how she was dressed or what she was doing here, until one of her regular “clients” walked over drunkenly sliding his hand up the back of her coat gripping her ass and saying “How about a quickie gorgeous, your always so good I will give you an extra £10 tonight for it.” Claire went bright red in front of her boss, not wanting to turn down the money or stop this guy, but her boss was there right in front of her. She glanced at him hoping he hadn’t heard or seen but he was looking right at her a slight smirk on his face as if waiting for her response before he said anything.

Claire gulped and said “N..not tonight Frank, I’m already booked for the whole night.” Trying to put him off, not knowing why her excuse had come out so obvious and stupidly. It was enough to put him off though and he said he would find her another time. Claire dared not even look at her boss after that just, drank the drink and got up to leave. He put his arm out and stopped her.

“Where are you going Claire, thought you were “booked” for the night.” he said with a smirk. She gulped and looked up at him for a moment stuttering yenibosna escort “T..that was to get him to leave me alone..” trying to be all innocent but her coat had unbuttoned a little and was showing off what she wore underneath it. He didn’t buy her little lie and said “I think you wanted that really but you’re too embarrassed to do what you have been doing every night just because I’m here now. You can walk home with me. I want to discuss something with you.”

He took her arm not letting her gather her coat back together, and walked out the bar with her making sure she kept her coat wide open to show off what a little slut she was. She nervously walked with him terrified he was going to sack her, biting her lip all the way but there was no point hiding from what she was doing any more he knew.

“You have a number of choices Claire. Either you give up being my secretary and find yourself a new job, or do this full time as you seem so good at getting clients, OR you may keep your job, however, there will be new conditions. You might even get a pay rise if I see fit to do so.” He waited for her response to his proposition. It was fairly clear the conditions he was speaking of were not going to be a simple case of the two of them keeping quiet about this meeting tonight. Claire was not sure what to say about it and tentatively asked with a gulp “M..may I have some time to think about it?” knowing he would not divulge his conditions until she had made a decision. “You have until we reach my house to make a decision or I will make it for you” he replied.

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I lay there in the center of a small platform, my body a huddled mass of welts and bruises. I had really fucked up this time and there was NO way he would allow my punishment to slide. I close my eyes, to avoid looking at the smirking faces that surround me. If only I would have had more control over my infamous temper! I lay there, my brown eyes closed, and thought back to how this whole fiasco started.

*****

She stepped off the bus and waited for her ride. She was on her way to her sometime Owner’s home, for a weekend of service. Her body thrummed with a mixture of fear and longing when she thought of some of the things he had planned for them. There was to be a luncheon as well as a semi-private scene for a few of his most trusted friends. Eventually, a tall blonde haired Adonis walked up to her and picked up her bag. She followed him docilely, her mind on what was to come.

The first night was the usual mixture of rules, regulations and playtime. He and his mate always went out of their way to help her get back into their routine. That was one of the reasons she still traveled to see them. They were always sweet and kind, always willing to listen to her.

She slept at the foot of His bed, curled up like a kitten on his lushly carpeted floor. She awakened to birdsong and him prodding her with his toe.

“Get up, little one. We have things to do.”

She yawned and stretched, chafing the skin of her ankle once he released the leather restraint. Then she stood and went to the bathroom to prepare his bath before heading downstairs to start breakfast.

The ease of her return to servitude always shocked her on the first day. She always expected it to be a bit harder, but it was never was. Instead it struck her that maybe she needed these weekend escapes and the chance to forget herself for a while.

*****

My eyes flutter open as I hear the silence around me. Fuck, it was about to start. The thing I most dreaded was about to be upon me and there was absolutely nothing I could do to escape. Tears trickle slowly from beneath my lowered lids. My body goes hot, and then cold, as I listen to people moving into place behind me. I want to cry out, to beg or plead, for forgiveness. I know it will do no good. This time I had over stepped my bounds. This time I had forgotten my place in a way that could not be avoided. This time he was going to make me pay.

*****

The trouble started at luncheon. She had been told to set the table and start bringing in the platters after everyone was seated. She knew that he expected this entire thing to run smoothly and so she tolerated the fondling of her nether parts as she set beautifully prepared plates of food before his guests. And then, some buffoon had opened his big mouth and said words that she could not let slide.

“Well, you got yourself a cute little nigger, didn’t ya? How much did you have to pay for her?”

Silence greeted this statement and then a small twitter of laughter as people glanced at her and then to her Owner. He looked at her, willing her to be quiet, to remain calm, to let him handle it. She tried to calm her nerves, to breathe through the rage that ate through her. She had almost managed it when that fat prick opened his mouth to add insult to injury.

“When you’re done with her, avcılar escort you should send her over to me. My daddy always said one ain’t a man until one has split some nigger tail.”

That did it! She lost all sense of composure. Her steps faltered as she walked over to that fat prick of a racist bastard and smacked him, twice, in the mouth. Her hand whipping side to side before anyone could jump up to stop her.

“Fuck you, Sir. No decent nigger would want you.” And then, she spit on him.

All hell broke loose after that and the luncheon was a shambles. She stood there silently her face dark under burnished copper skin. Yeah, there would be hell to pay but she would be doubly damned before she allowed anyone to talk to her like that.

He was pissed. Not only had she not trusted him to deal with his guest, she had physically attacked someone under his roof. She did not get to eat that evening and spent most of the night shackled to a wall in his living room. No food, no sleep.

He had warned her after the last flare up what would happen the next time her temper got the better of her. There would be an anal gang bang, and she would be the not so cheerful recipient. Shit.

*****

As I listen to the whispery words of those he has chosen to participate, I wonder just how long I am to be punished for. I am sure it will be hours. My fear eats at me, compounded by the events leading to my state now, beaten and shackled to a friggin’ platform. Part of me wants to rebel at this misuse. Deep down, I hate HIM for this. I hate the fact that I am unable to protest, even now.

*****

She was awakened by a slap, hard enough to cause pain, deep, in her shoulders. She opened her eyes and stared into His uncompromising glare. His voice, when he spoke, was low and forbidding.

“You have demeaned me. This was to be your chance to shine and instead you turn it into a debacle. You could not just shut the fuck up and let me handle it, could you? Oh no, that makes too much sense.”

She tried to block out his words, but they came through anyway. She knew what she had done wrong. She remembered her outraged reaction only too well. The problem was, that even now, she could not guarantee that it would not happen again. The look in his eye told her that he knew of this reticence on her part to give that last little bit of control to him.

He unhooked her from her resting place and allowed her to use the bathroom. Then he gave her a list of chores to be completed before he returned home from work. Her eyes filled up with tears as he strode out, without his normal goodbye hug.

Once he returned, things became nightmarish. He had told her to put on a little blue vinyl trench coat, no under clothing, no shoes. Then she was placed into the back seat of his car and promptly ignored as the three of them (he, his mate and herself) traveled to the place where her scene was to occur.

Once there, her coat was removed. People took turns whipping her: floggers and strops abounded. Finally, some one suggested that she be prepared and placed on the platform. Rough hands lifted and carried her struggling form to the bathroom. Other hands shackled her ankles together and prepped her for the upcoming spectacle.

Her mewls of pain were bahçelievler escort ignored as something warm was eased into her rectum. Being told to hold it, hold it, hold it…until her stomach cramped in pain. Once was not enough for the sadistic asses who held her down, they did it a second time, ‘just to make sure.’ Finally, they carried her to the platform and placed her upon it, ankles still shackled.

The first intrusion of rough fingers, spreading her damn near virginal rectum, made her cry out. Something cold was spread inside of her…making her ass slippery. The fingers poked and prodded, until whom ever it was deemed her ready.

Finally, she was left alone, her eyes filled with tears of pain and turmoil. That is until he made the announcement of her upcoming punishment.

*****

I hear a voice: low and growling like a dog in heat. And then the first of my tormentors steps forward. He has his cock out and it’s large and heavily veined. The head is almost purple in color. I glance up. Fuck, it’s the racist asshole!

“You should have kept your mouth shut, little girl. You did not really think HE would allow someone who spouts the shit I was spouting into his house, did you?” My eyes widened a bit at this. He had set me up to test me and I had failed.

“Now suck this cock, bitch.”

My lips widened as I sucked him, face aching from the strain. He did not make me go for long that way, oh no, he had other plans for that thick, hairy monster.

I felt soft touches at my back door as more lubrication was squirted inside and then the first easing thrust. I screamed. It felt as if I were being torn apart. I was begging, crying, trying to get away, but a hand on the back of my neck held me still as he continued his anal assault.

Someone new stepped up to my face, his cock short and thick, like a bludgeon. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and slapped my mouth with his cock head for entrance. I fought it, but it did no good. I was dying. I knew I was. My heart was hammering so hard and so fast, that I was scared it would stop all together.

One last tearing thrust and my first participant had finished. The second person, moved away from my face, to make room for me to clean the not so racist one’s cock. I could hear the tearing of foil and then the second cock entered me, stretching me farther than I had thought possible. I screamed and the first one shoved his dirty, cum stained cock in my mouth.

“Clean it.”

Things begin to blur after that. There are ladies with strap-ons and men with cocks no less than 8 inches in length. My ass feels as if it is on fire, it is burning so badly. But they don’t give me a chance to struggle or cry out as they move me from position to position. Filling me repeatedly with cum, with pain. Talking to me as if I am a slut, a whore, a dirty filthy thing that deserves far more than I am getting.

I am lost by now. I don’t know how many are left or when it will end. My face is covered in others cum, my sweat and tears. Suddenly, all noise ceases. A gentle feminine voice brings my mind back from the humiliation I feel.

I open my eyes to see a beautifully proportioned angel, a cloud of white blonde hair surrounding crystal blue eyes. My mind stops as I look down to see a bahçeşehir escort humongous black cock jutting straight out from a black leather harness. It is beyond scary. I am beyond terrified.

“On you back, girl. I would like to watch your face.”

She has a meltingly sweet voice, like sloe gin and warm honey. My fear takes a back seat as I study her and move as she demands. Her hands pull me to the end of my platform and lift my ankles up, resting them on her shoulders after unlocking and removing the restraints.

“I won’t lie to you, girl, this is gonna hurt. I guarantee that it won’t hurt nearly as much if you relax for me.”

She sets the cock head at my ass entrance and waits a moment. One of those delicate fingers reach down to flick my clit in a slow soothing motion and I can feel my ass hole stretch without her forcing it, until more than half of it is lodged inside my bowels. I am jittering and shaking, my body wanting to release.

She begins a slow steady movement, in and out. Everyone is watching as she takes my ass and makes it hers. I am still crying but now these tears are tears of need, of wanting. Her movements increase, as does her fingertip and I find myself fucking her back, my body thrashing.

Finally, she has the entire length of her cock sawing in and out of me. Her fingers dance quickly over my clit and I cum, for the first time. I cum, crying, thrashing, pleading, I cum. I hear a scream of sound as she finishes and then she stops, easing her cock out. She leans forward to kiss my forehead.

There is darkness for a long while…moments, hours, I do not know. I hear his voice calling to me.

“Open your eyes, little one.”

He is seated on a white padded kitchen chair, his body gleaming under the bright lights. Some one helps me to my feet and globs of cum roll out of my ass, landing with plopping sounds on the floor.

I kneel in front of Him, my eyes closed, my body hurting and await His words.

“One more, little wolf. I promise this won’t hurt a bit.”

He motions me forward, until I can take the length of His well-beloved cock into my mouth. I moan from His taste, His scent…warm, earthy, hot. He grips my hair and thrusts up, over and over. Until, with a sharp yank, He ends the contact.

“Come sit on me, little one. You know how. We have discussed this.”

I straddle his legs, facing away from him and point his cock head toward my anus. A slow, sliding movement and he is inside. One hand touches my clit as the other directs my movements. I am lost in sensation, in pleasure. I hear whimpering and realize it is me making those lost sounds. Seconds later, I cum, my ass contracting around his cock from the pressure. I hear his groan, as his thrusts get a trifle harder.

I hear a voice, light and lilting, and open my eyes. There is another female before us. She kneels down and sucks his scrotum into her mouth. I feel His cock head jerk in response to that ticklish pleasure and then she moves up until her lips fasten to my clit, sucking it hard.

Both of his hands are on my hips, directing my ride. I am caught between pleasure and pain, her mouth and his cock swirling me through too many sensations to count or control. I can feel Him jerking inside of me and I tighten my ass hole, trying to help Him along.

Her tongue is sliding between my pussy lips, touching my hole before sliding back up in a long smooth stroke. I am there. I hear him, a constant murmur of sound in my ear as he moans and fills me up with his cum. I close my eyes and melt, soaking him and her in the process.

And then, there is blankness.

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You arrive in LA, make your way to your rental car, and begin to think about all the wild things you are going to do to my body when you get me back to the hotel. As you head north, you realize that you have gotten yourself so horny that your pussy is throbbing and your panties are getting wet from your excitement. You reach under your skirt and slide your fingers across your panties making your pussy tingle with excitement. Through the rest of your drive to the hotel you run your fingers over your pussy just enough to keep you really turned on but not enough to make yourself cum. Pulling off the exit for the hotel, you decide that since you have a little time before you can pick me up that you are going to stop and do some shopping then check in to the hotel.

After checking in to the hotel and unpacking your things getting the room setup for wild sex you slip your panties off and through them back on the bed and head out the door to pick me up. When we see each other, we lock in a tight embrace and deep passionate kiss. My hands find their way down your back to your sexy round ass and I pull you in tighter. As we kiss, you can feel my cock pressing against your stomach and you break the kiss, slide your hand across my hard cock, and tell me that it’s time for us to go. As we reach the car, you hand me the keys and tell me to drive to the hotel.

When I pull out of the parking lot, you reach over and begin rubbing my cock through my pants keeping it nice and hard. I look over and watch as you slide your skirt up to revile that you aren’t wearing panties. You stroke my cock and your pussy all the way to the hotel. When we reach the hotel, you tell me that our room is around the back so I pull around and find a spot to park. On the way to the room, you stop and have me sit on a bench and then you straddle grabbing the back of my head pulling my head to you as our lips meet I feel a warm wet sensation spread across my lap.

When you’ve finished peeing, you break the kiss, grab my hands, and pull me up and say fuck me right now. You lean over the bench and spread you legs apart. I unzip my pants, pull my throbbing cock out, and push it deep into your wet waiting pussy. I grab your hip and start pumping my cock into your hot whole using your hips to pull you into my rock hard cock. You reach back and grab me with your fingernails digging them in you rake them across my balls antalya escort as you slip your fingers on to your pussy. After only a few minutes, I feel your pussy contracting on my cock in orgasm. When I feel your cum running down my cock and balls I can’t hold back any longer. When you feel me about to cum you pull away, turn around, and say I want your cum on my face. I grab my cock and with only a couple of strokes I shoot my hot sticky cum on to your waiting lips. You lean in and take my cock between your lips sucking up every last drop of cum.

Once you have sucked me dry I help you up and kiss your lushes lips you slip your tongue into my mouth and I taste my cum on it. You pull away from me a say you love the taste of your own cum don’t you. I just say you know I love the taste of cum and pull my pants up so that we can head for our room.

As you slip, the key in to the lock I slip up behind you grab you by the back of your hair and shove you through the door just as you open it. As the door slams shut, I push you back in to it pinning you there with my body. I pull your head back and bite your neck, you moan in pleasure, pull you into me passionately kissing you deep and hard. You pull my body into you harder. I push my hand up the back of your neck and grab a hand full of your hair tightening my grip I feel you shiver underneath me. I push your head to the side using the control I have now gained in your hair. I feel you pull away realizing I have you trapped in the corner of the front door.

I lean in and bite your neck harder this time then before, you scream in pain/pleasure. I feel you try to pull away again and I shove you hard into the door, you moan again. I lean down and bite your protruding nipple through your shirt. I quickly feel your nails raking my flesh as if I had no shirt on at all. When I go to grab your arms, you squirm away from me falling to the floor. I jump on top of you pinning you to the floor by sitting on your chest you wiggle around trying to roll me off of you. You manage to get one hand free and grab my shirt ripping it down the front. When I finial grab your wrist and pin it back down hard on the floor. Your other arm breaks free and you scratch all the way down my chest, welts start to form immediately from the cat like scratches you have inflicted.

The pain is inviting and sore at the same time, antalya escort bayan I relax my grip for just a moment trying to figure out if I should fuck you right there or keep up this little game. Your hand strips free in my moment of weakness, I block your next swing and grab a hold of your hair trying to regain control. You claws land another blow to my side tearing at my skin. I grab your hand and slam it to the floor once more over your head and I lean in for another vampire like bite to your neck. With my other hand, I grab your nipple and roll it between my fingers hard. While you’re distracted from the pain in your nipple I roll you over on your stomach with your hair still wrapped in my fist, I hold your head to the floor while moving my body on top yours. I lean down and bite the back of your neck again making you moan in pain. I slide my other hand down, grab the waist of your skirt, and yank it off your body. I turn my body keeping you pinned to the floor with my weight I smack your ass repeatedly leaving big red hand prints on it. You squirm and jump from the swats and free yourself from under me.

You make it to your feet and try to run across the room away from me but I grab you by the arm and throw you into the wall shoving myself against you pushing my hard cock against your ass. You struggle to get away trying to scratch and claw your way out. With both hands, I reach up between you and the wall and grab both your tits squeezing them, rubbing your nipples between my fingers. Then I grab your shirt in both hands and rip it from you. I hold you there with your tits push up against the ruff wall and I get my feet between yours and kick at your feet spreading them apart I reach up and shove three fingers into your wet pussy. The pleasure of my finger in you makes you submit, I continue fingering your pussy until I feel your guard drop a bit more. Seizing the moment I grab tight into your hair knowing that if I let go you make take advantage.

Shoving my fingers deep into your pussy and my hand deep into your hair I throw you to the bed like a rag doll. I jump on top of you pinning you once again for my pleasure. I see that you have ropes and play toys laid out next to the bed so I pick up a piece of the rope to tie your hands together above your head. You see what I’m doing and start fighting me off using your arms escort antalya and legs. After a few minutes, I sink my hand into your hair and you kick with your feet hands restrained over your head. I slide my legs between yours knowing you can fight back to hard face down. I get your legs open and sink my hand deep into your pussy once again, calming your kicks but igniting the passion waiting to explode from your pussy. I sit on your back locking your arms above you. I and tie the ropes around your wrist to the top of the bed.

I reach over, get another piece of rope, and lie across your legs and warp one ankle and tie the other end to the bed I do the same to your other leg so that I have you strapped down spread eagle on the bed. I run my fingernails all the way up your body from your feet to your neck leaving scratch marks all the way up. I slip my fingers through your hair, pull your head around I move in, and bite hard on the other side of your neck making you cry out with pain and pleasure. While pulling tight on your hair I tell you that I win and your mine now and then let go of your hair. I look through the things you had next to the bed. I pick up the cat of nine tails and begin by teasing you with it running it up and down your body just barley touching you with it. As I tease your pussy with it when I hear, you start moaning I stop and begin whaling your body with it. Once I have your ass and thighs on fire I stop and get a couple of Ice cubes and rub them on your body enjoying the site of you wiggling all over the bed trying to escape from me. I slide them down the crack of your ass and over your pussy teasing your clit with what was left of the ice.

I pick up a small vibrating butt plug and tease your ass with it for several minutes as you begging me not to put it in your butt. I slip it down rubbing it through your wet pussy and against your clit. I then move it back up and into your butt slipping it in nice and slow until it all the way in. I go back to whipping your backside making sure that I get some very well placed blows on your pussy. I work your back, butt and legs over until you are red and covered with welts. I stop and shove my finger into your soaking wet pussy. I finger fuck you hard, fast, and just as you are about to cum, I stop. I stand up and pull my pants off slip up between your legs, and thrust my hard cock all the way into you waiting hole. I fuck you deep and hard with in a few minutes I feel your pussy contracting around my cock. I then feel your whole body tense up as you are cum begins to squirt out of your hot little hole. I keep fucking your dripping wet pussy until I can’t hold back any longer. I pull out and shoot my hot sticky cum all over your ass.

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My wife was a total bitch! I mean a one hundred percent purebred, howling at the moon bitch! Moaning day and night about everything from the yard needing to be raked to having too much laundry to do. Shit, Terry didn’t work, she didn’t do housework worth crap, she didn’t even fuck very good. All day long while I worked my ass off playing suck-up to the vice president of the company I worked for, she laid around the house feeling sorry for herself. At company picnics and parties she always whined that she didn’t have as many nice toys as the other manager’s wives or some such shit.

But I was indulgent of her, mainly because I really was deeply in love with her. We had met at college, where I was getting my master’s degree in marketing and she was taking every bullshit art history class they offered. We met, believe it or not, at a Baptist Student Union party where a friend had dragged me in an effort to convert me to a Jesus lover. Terry was there because her friend had told her that all the rich boys would be there.

Well, we got to talking and somehow, some way, I fell in love with her and she fell in love with my father’s money and influence. Of course I didn’t realize that was what she was after then; I was a little naive. To make a long story short, we started dating and soon went steady and then before I woke up we were married.

I should have been suspicious when she told me she was on her period on our wedding night and we didn’t screw for a whole week. Finally she relented and we made love, but where she had been an active, eager participant in the past, that night she was exceptionally passive, lying on the bed and not moving until I came inside her, then she just rolled over and wanted to go to sleep.

That is how our lives went for several years. I was becoming more and more unhappy and had seriously considered getting out of the marriage a couple of times. Finally, I put my foot down.

“Terry, either we go to a marriage counselor or I want a divorce,” I said one night over the table at one of her favorite restaurants.

“What?” She looked at me aghast for a full minute while the tension built between us, then she burst into tears. I had lived with her too long. I knew it was just a ruse and I wasn’t moved.

“I’ve been a terrible wife, but I’ll get better. I’ll try really hard this time,” she said through the crocodile tears.

Yeah right! Oh sure, things would change for a week or two but then we’d be right back here again. I admit it, I’m a cold bastard at times and I had anticipated her reaction. “Okay, if you really want to try then come to counseling with me,” I said, softly but firmly.

“Why do we need a counselor? I thought our marriage was so good!” She saw my face and the tears dried up as she changed tactics.

“That’s why we need a counselor,” I said, keeping my voice low, but firm.

Throughout the rest of the meal we argued, but I never wavered and finally, while we were driving home, she gave in.

“Well fuck! If you’re so set on it then we’ll go, but it won’t change anything. She’ll side with me, you’ll see. I’ll get us a counselor tomorrow.”

“No.” If I let her pick the counselor she’d be right. She’d side with her. Terry would make sure of that before we ever got there. But I ain’t that stupid. “I’ve already booked an appointment for Friday afternoon. I’ll pick you up at home at two o’clock and we’ll drive over together.”

“Who the fuck is it? How do you know she’s any good?” She glared at me across the center console between us.

“Do you remember Paul, the vice president?”

“Yeah, the one with the mousy wife who dotes on him hand and foot and dresses like a total slutpuppy?”

“Yeah, that’s him. He recommended this counselor to me.”

“Why in the hell would that asshole need a marriage counselor? His wife is so sweet and nice and good to him. He couldn’t ask for a better marriage.”

“Well, fact is, he told me that years ago she wasn’t very nice to him at all and he didn’t know how to make her happy. They went to this counselor and now they have a very wonderful, happy marriage. He told me that without counseling he wouldn’t be a vice president, that he might not even still be with the company.”

I almost thought she was going to admit defeat. She looked down at her hands lying demurely in her lap and pouted for a full two minutes. I let her. Then she looked over at me and shrugged.

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Dead serious. And one other thing: if this fails, I’ll file for divorce the next day.”

“You’d really divorce me? After all the good times we’ve had?”

“Name one.” That shut her up and when I looked over I thought I saw real tears in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word.

That night she slept in the guest room, and the next night too. Then Friday came and I went home to pick her up promptly at two. The bitch had a rosy black eye! I nearly shit my pants.

“What the fuck happened to you?” I gasped.

“I fell antalya escort and hit a door but nobody else knows that. You call this off right now or I call the police and swear up and down you beat the shit out of me.”

My gut roiled inside me and I felt my world starting to collapse, but as I looked closer I realized the bruise wasn’t real and inside I laughed at her stupidity. Did she really expect me to fall for such a stupid trick? It just showed how little respect she had for me. I stared at her and my heart went cold. Ice formed in my veins and every ounce of love and respect I’d ever had for her slid down my leg and out onto the floor. I reached to my belt and handed her my cell phone.

“Go ahead. I’ll tell ’em it’s makeup and they’ll wash it off and throw your ass in jail for false arrest. Forget the counselor. I’ll file for divorce tomorrow.” I turned to leave and heard the biggest, fakest sob I’ve ever heard outside a b-movie.

“Don’t go. I’m sorry. No really, please Mike, stop!” I kept walking. I had heard it all before and found that I no longer gave a damn.

She followed me all the way back to my car, pleading and begging and cussing me. Finally as I opened the door to get in my car her voice changed and I knew that finally she had exhausted all her schemes and manipulations and now I was hearing the real Terry.

“Here, I’ll wipe this off and we can go right now. I’ll do anything the counselor says, I promise. Oh Mike, please don’t leave me.”

For the first time in a long time she sounded sincere. Finally, after all I had been through with her, she had reached her rope’s end. What was I to do? A divorce would have hurt my chances of being promoted with the company’s geriatric upper management and I wasn’t really interested in the bar scene anymore. I looked up at her and nodded.

“But if you refuse anything the counselor says it’s over.” I gave her my best ‘don’t fuck with me’ look and continued. “One whine, one lie, one ‘no,’ that’s all it takes and we’ll leave and never go back. Do you understand me?”

For the first time in our five years of marriage I raised my voice and glared at her and suddenly I saw something in her eyes I hadn’t seen in a very long time. A sparkle, a glint, a flicker of lust that had been missing since the day we married and I said ‘I do.’

She hurried around to the passenger side and got into the car. Without saying a word she dug into her purse and soon had the fake bruise gone from her face. As she cleaned her eye I drove and by two forty-five we pulled into the parking lot of a very swank building. I didn’t open her door for her, like I usually did, and I didn’t wait for her. I just walked inside and pushed the button for the elevator. When it arrived she was there with me and soon we were in a nicely decorated waiting room. We didn’t have to wait for long before we were called into a very nice office. It was very comfortable looking, with dark paneling and low lighting. There were nice plants around and a large bookcase filled with impressive books on one wall. In the center of the room there were three comfortable chairs arranged so that they faced each other in a kind of rough circle.

A tall man dressed in a polo shirt and slacks came into the room from another door and introduced himself. “My name is Frank Detrick,” he said, holding out his hand. Terry and I both shook his hand and then he motioned to the chairs. “Shall we sit and get started?”

“Why don’t you start, Terry? Tell me a little about yourself and then why you are here.”

For the first time in a long time Terry didn’t put on a big show. She looked at me and then turned to Frank. “I didn’t want to come. I was afraid I’d lose control of my marriage, but I guess I have already lost control.”

“Go on.” Frank said after a short pause.

“I married Mike for his money. I never loved him and I have never respected him. But for the last two nights I’ve been terrified of being out on my own. I’m thirty-two years old. I didn’t finish college and I’ve never worked outside the home.” She broke down and real tears streamed from her eyes. “I can’t go back to being poor again. You don’t know how it is. I’ll do anything.” I had never heard her be so honest before and, although her words stung, I felt a little spark of the old love.

Frank didn’t look away from her or show any sympathy or any reaction at all to her words. He simply waited for her to stop crying and then looked over at me. “Your turn now, Mike.”

“Well, I’m a middle manager in the marketing department of my company. I have a master’s degree in marketing. When I met Terry I fell in love with her and I have always loved her, but lately I just can’t take the bullshit anymore. I want more than she is willing to give me. For five years I have done everything to please her, but that’s over. I haven’t had any control at all, and damn it I want my life back. With or without her.”

Frank kept the same impassive look as I talked. antalya escort bayan After Terry’s admission I expected him to show some sympathy toward me, but he didn’t; he showed nothing at all. He asked a few more questions of each of us and then turned back to Terry.

“So Terry, what do you want? Mike is not willing continue on with an unloving wife. What do you want?”

She looked up at him and her bottom lip quivered, but she and I both realized that tears were not going to have any effect on this man. “I want to stay married to Mike.”

“But you said you didn’t love him or respect him.”

“I could learn to love him and, and just today I have learned that I might be able to respect him.”

“Why?” Frank’s voice never seemed to change, always soft, even and steady.

“Before we came over, I,” she stopped talking and looked over at me. “I did something I shouldn’t have done, something pretty stupid really, and he stood up to me. That was the first time he has ever really stood up to me.”

“And because of that you could respect him?”

“Well, maybe, if he would do it all the time. I mean not always be mean to me, but just don’t let me get my way all the time.”

“I thought you were afraid of losing control?” Frank prodded.

“I am, but,” Terry paused and looked first at me and then to Frank, “I need to be kept in line.”

“Mike, what do you think about that?”

I was dumbfounded. For years, I had given in to her to keep her happy and now she was telling me that she didn’t want me to let her have her way. “I don’t know what to think,” I said. “I just wanted her to be happy.”

The interview went on for some time. Frank asked very direct questions and never seemed to show any emotion to our answers. I learned a great deal about my wife that day. She’d had several affairs during our marriage, which I really hadn’t even suspected. She liked sex rougher than I gave it to her. She liked her lover to talk dirty to her during sex. She wanted to be pampered and loved and cuddled but only by someone she respected. On and on, things I would have never guessed about her came out. Finally the session was over.

“I want you two to consider something. It is very unusual but I think in your case it would be very beneficial. It is expensive, but the rewards to both of you would be worth it, I think.” Frank looked at us and waited.

I started to look at Terry, expecting her to make the decision, but then I thought about everything that had been said that day and stopped. I looked at Frank. “What is it and how much does it cost?”

“It is a combined spa for Terry and a temporary maid service for you. The cost is fifty thousand dollars, but that gets a month at the spa for Terry and a month of maid service for you. At the spa, Terry will learn how to be the wife you want and you will receive training at night to make you the husband she needs.”

I remembered that Paul had said something about sending his wife to a spa after seeing the counselor and figured this must be the same kind of thing. Well it had worked for him, so what the hell? Besides, we had the money and if it made our marriage even half as good as Paul’s then it would be worth it.

“Okay, we’ll do it.” I didn’t even look at Terry as I said it.

Frank just nodded, but for the first time since I had met him, I thought I saw a flicker of a smile cross his face. “You’ll have to fill out some forms and sign some papers. Mary will take care of you. Thanks for coming. We’ll schedule another session for six weeks from now.”

He led us to the door and pointed us to the receptionist. “Mary, get them an ‘S’ package and take care of them, okay?” he said before he disappeared back into the room behind us.

Mary gave us a fairly thick package and soon we were filling out forms and signing releases and other papers. It was almost as bad as buying a home but eventually we were done. A limousine would pick Terry up the next morning to take her to the spa and then that afternoon I would have my first “class” and meet my new maid.

That night, for the first time in a long time, Terry and I had great sex. For some reason picturing her having an affair on me was stimulating as I pumped into her, and I got much rougher than I usually did. When she started moaning and moving around I got excited and actually grabbed her hands and held them above her head as I plowed my cock into her. It surprised me when I felt her cum and I realized that I had never given her an orgasm before, not even before we got married. After we calmed down, we laid together cuddling and talking about the spa and my classes. Each of us wondering what the future held, but both of us already believing that it would be better than the past.

The next day, Terry left for the spa and then at about one o’clock there was a knock on the door. Two women waited with two large suitcases sitting beside them. One of the women was short, well built, with olive skin. escort antalya She was dressed in a traditional black and white maid’s outfit with a low-cut neckline that showed a great deal of cleavage and a separate thin black collar. Her legs, covered in black stockings, were full and firm and very shapely. She had the large doe eyes and beautiful aristocratic nose of the Spanish and long coal black hair hung down nearly to her waist. The other lady was tall and fair skinned. She wore a beige silk button up blouse with a high tight collar and long sleeves and a long black skirt. She had large breasts under her silk blouse, but the high collar did not show even the bottom of her neck and certainly no cleavage. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a severe bun on the back of her head. Her eyes were bright blue without a hint of laugh lines around them and she wore a pair of half glasses that made her look like a very cruel librarian

The tall lady smiled a tight thin smile and looked me up and down like she was appraising a side of beef before she spoke. “You must be Mr. Stepps.”

“Yes, that’s me. You must be from the maid service.”

“Yes. My name is Annita Bull and this is Donna. May we come in?”

“Oh, sorry, yes please come in.” I thought I saw Donna grin at my discomfort, but when I looked straight at her she just looked down quickly and didn’t say a word.

“Thank you. Please show us around so that Donna will know where things are and then you and I will talk.” Damn, this lady was all business. She exuded control and confidence and her manner made me very nervous.

I took them around the house, showing them the kitchen, the bar, the bathrooms and bedrooms, the office, the workout room, everything. Finally the tour was over. Annita had not spoken a word during the entire time and neither, I realized, had Donna. Annita turned to me then.

“Come to your office with me. We will discuss the arrangements.” She turned to Donna. “Donna, get us both drinks, make mine a scotch on ice.” She looked over at me and waited. At first I wasn’t sure what to do. This woman and her manner shook me up; she was so firmly in control that I felt like a small puppy dog trying to please his master. Then I realized Donna was waiting for me to tell her what I wanted to drink.

“Uh, just get me a beer please.”

“No! Mr. Stepps, beer is for fat, overstuffed armchair quarterbacks who sit and fart and belch.” She looked over at Donna. “He will have a martini.”

I just stood there in shock. Only my wife had ever spoken to me like that before. Donna said something very quietly and then hurried off. Annita led me, still in a daze, into my own office. She sat behind the desk and offered me one of the chairs in the center of the room. Without complaint I sat down.

“Now, Mr. Stepps — “

“You can call me Mike,” I cut in and received a glare from her in return.

“Mr. Stepps, shall we begin? You have a lot to learn and I only have a month to teach you. You do want to learn to be the husband your wife needs, don’t you? That is why I am here.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Let me tell you a little about what the next month is going to be like, for you and for your wife. First off. Donna and I will be living here. You will learn a great deal of how you should treat your wife by watching how I treat Donna. Other things you will learn because I will teach you. By the end of the month, you will be a very different person. You will be a man, and not just a man, a man to be reckoned with.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. I wondered at the implication that I wasn’t a man now. Deep inside me I almost agreed with it.

“Your wife will be much different when she gets back too. She will act much like Donna will act while we are here. If you treat her properly, and by that I mean as I teach you to treat her, then you and she will be very happy and you will be a very successful man. If you choose to ignore what I teach you, well, then you have wasted a great deal of money.”

She sat back and studied me for a while. Donna lightly tapped on the door to the office and then said quietly, “Mistress Annita, the drinks are ready.”

Annita looked up at Donna and smiled. “Thank you, my dear. Now take our luggage to our room and unpack. Quickly now.”

“Did she call you Mistress?” I asked, finally coming out of my daze and beginning to realize what was going on. A grin crept onto my face as I contemplated the future.

“It is not a laughing matter, Mr. Stepps,” Annita said coldly.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at that. I was thinking about my wife.”

A smirk crossed her face, the first chink in her armor that I had seen. “Yes, I imagine that right now she is wondering what you got her into. But don’t worry. The people at the spa are very good at what they do. You’ll be quite impressed when she gets back home.”

For the next several hours, Annita and I talked. Always she guided the conversation, leading me on a journey to explore my own inner feelings. We talked about different things that had happened between Terry and myself, we talked about how I felt about Terry. We talked about how I felt when Terry had revealed that she had been unfaithful. Donna came to tell Annita that she was through unpacking and Annita sent her to check out our pantry and start supper.

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“Here she is mistress,” announced the white rabbit.

“What’s the meaning of this? You’re ten minutes late.”

“I’m sorry mistress.”

“Do you think I’ve got time to wait around for my slaves?”

“No, of course not, I’m really sorry mistress.”

“Sorry is not good enough. You know what happens to slaves who are late, don’t you?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Well, what?”

“They’re punished mistress.”

“Yes, they’re made to be kept waiting, aren’t they? Usually in some uncomfortable position, usually in pain. Get out of my sight now. You’re dismissed. I’ll deal with you later.”

Kim, still blindfolded, listened to this conversation intently. The first voice was the white rabbit, still in a state of fidgety agitation, speaking with respect and deference. The second voice, the one presumably belonging to the white rabbit’s mistress, sent a tingle down Kim’s spine. It wasn’t loud or hysterical just calmly imperious with a thinly hidden menace. Hearing that voice Kim could well understand why the white rabbit was so jittery.

Kim drew in a gulp of air. Oh well, this is it she thought, it looks as though I’m going to meet the white rabbit’s mistress. She felt hands from behind her head lifting up the blindfold. There was so much to take in around her but Kim’s eyes could not help but be fixated on the commanding figure that stood before her, a vision in black and red pvc, her red bodice festooned in black hearts. A fetish Queen of Hearts, thought Kim.

“Come here girl,” she said gently beckoning Kim towards her.

Those eyes, blue pools of latent and unspoken dominance, gazed into Kim’s. They were the same eyes she had seen in the picture on her descent down the tunnel, the same eyes that she had felt inexplicably drawn to. Kim had so many questions, so much that she wanted explaining, but she shuffled forward obediently, not daring to say anything.

“Look at her Duchess, she’s lovely isn’t she,” said the Red Queen turning to her companion, “just as lovely as I remember her.”

“She’s certainly very beautiful,” the Duchess replied.

“I bet you’d like to dress her up and play with her, wouldn’t you Duchess?” she asked, with a sly grin on her lips.

“Oh, yes madam, I certainly would.”

“I think she’ll do perfectly,” the Red Queen pronounced.

“She’s a bit damaged though.”

“Yes, those fools, they got there too late, as usual. They’ll pay for that.”

“Yes, Madame, they were probably arguing with one another again I expect.”

The Queen of Hearts came forward. She ran her pvc gloved hand through Kim’s dishevelled hair, across her cheek and down her neckline and then across her shoulders and down to her breasts. All of the time her eyes were fixed on her as if she were live bait and Kim had taken the bite and was being reeled in. Reeled in to what, she did not know. The haunting gaze of the Red Queen and the touch of the smooth pvc against her bare flesh sent a tingle through her body, right down to her crotch. Kim gasped with longing and desire. What is happening to me she wondered; these strange events and now these erotic feelings swelling up inside her at the slightest touch of this dominant woman? Finally, as the pvc clad fingers were pulled away from Kim’s flesh, the spell was momentarily broken.

“Please, where am I? Please let me go. What do you want with me? Please let me go,” she blurted out.

The Red Queen’s gaze hardened and her whole body stiffened; her eyes flashed with anger and the malevolent threatening tone she had used with the white rabbit returned to her voice.

“You will ask no questions of me. You have been rescued from a terrible fate and brought here to serve me. If you submit then you will have nothing to fear. You are a special person and the fates have chosen you for a purpose, my girl. Submit willingly and give your heart up to me and the rewards will be, how can I say, unimaginable.”

This was all too much for Kim. She felt tears welling up inside her and she started sobbing.

“But, please, I just want to go home. Please let me go.”

The flash of anger appeared in the Red Queen’s eyes again. She reached out and grasped Kim’s nipples, gripping them tightly between her thumb and fore finger, squeezing and then twisting. Kim let out a squeak of pain. How perfectly horrid, she thought at first. But, the nipple torture had the desired effect, as Kim immediately stopped crying as she focused on the waves of pain that washed over her. Kim couldn’t believe she allowed that to happen. She uttered no murmurs of protest, offered no resistance at all. It was almost as if, in some inexplicable way, she wanted to have this awesome figure of a woman play with her and inflict pain on her. Her nipples felt sore and were throbbing and her head was in a whirl of confused torment.

“Contrary to what you might think, I will not keep you here against your will,” the Red Queen pronounced. “All who serve in my kingdom here do so entirely beylikdüzü escort of their own free will; they submit to me because they want to. You are free to go at any time you want. But, what I offer you here is the chance to find out who you really are. I don’t claim that it’s easy for any who serve me and I won’t deny that there won’t be challenges, some of them severe, but I give you the chance to test yourself, to fulfil your deepest desires and to discover your true self, if you dare. Do you dare Kim?”

Kim was transfixed by the Red Queen’s speech. Her commanding presence and her calm imperious voice had left her spellbound. Everything called out to her to go. She had been presented with the opportunity to be let free and to leave this bizarre place, which just minutes ago she had pleaded to do. But yet, there was another part of her that desired to follow this mysterious dark woman and enter the path she held out for her. This powerful figure had some kind of hold over her. And there was the strange comment she had made earlier that gnawed away at Kim, “she’s just as lovely as I remember her.” Kim was curious as to what she meant by that. How could that possibly be; Kim had no recollection of this person. Kim was tormented over how to answer the Red Queen.

“And can I leave at any time?” Kim asked, seeking confirmation of the Red Queens’ pledge.

“Yes, of course, you have my word,” she replied, “but if you leave of your own free will you will never be able to return and, then, you may never know what you might have learnt.”

Did she dare stay and accept her fate in this strange world? Kim agonised over her answer. She felt some enigmatic affinity with this woman and the world she inhabited like there was some strange umbilical cord connecting them. After all, she thought, what did she have to lose if the offer of being allowed to leave at any time was on the table? Above all, the Red Queen appeared to be holding onto some hope for Kim of understanding those parts of her life that she had forgotten.

Kim took a deep sigh, “Yes, I dare. I’ll stay.”

The Queen of Hearts face lit up with a broad welcoming smile. She was thrilled her powers of persuasion were skilled enough to capture the girl. I know fate has tied this girl to me in some indiscernible way, she thought, and I want her in my world.

“I am pleased Kim. I don’t believe you’ll regret your decision.” She turned to her companion, “Duchess, will you tidy her up for me? I want to make use of her straight away and she must look her best for what I have in mind.”

Kim’s heart jumped a beat. What had she done? What strange journey had she just committed herself to?

The Duchess came forward with a bowl of water and some cotton wool. The Queen of Hearts’ companion was another bizarre figure, but that no longer came as any surprise to Kim now. Underneath the shiny pvc costume of the Red Queen’s fetish lady-in-waiting there was clearly a man. She wore a black skirt trimmed with a metallic red ruff and black apron with a splendid red heart emblazoned on it. Her black wig had streaks of ruby in it, just like her mistress’s, and her hair was tied in bunches and perched on it was a little red cap with a black heart on it. She reflected the colours and style of her mistress though, understandably, did not look as striking or regal as her. The eyes behind the white mask she wore to disguise her identity and true sex looked kind and gentle and Kim immediately warmed to her.

The Duchess cleaned the bump on her head tenderly with some diluted tcp and washed her face for her. Her mouth was probably smothered in chocolate after gorging on the bar of ‘fruit and nut’ earlier she thought, her sense of humour returning to her now she had made this strange decision to remain in this unusual place. The Duchess studiously brushed the knotted tangles out of her wavy fair hair taking great care not to pull on it and taking clear pleasure in touching her and looking after her.

Kim had some time now to take in her surroundings. She had been overwhelmed by them when the blindfold was first removed but then all of her attention became focused on the Red Queen. She returned to look over the room in greater detail whilst the Duchess tended to her. It had the aspect of large medieval barn. She looked high up into the wooden rafters in the ceiling and noted, as she had seen when her eyes were first uncovered, that it was dominated by an iron body cage that hung from the ceiling suspended by chains. This was a fearsome article of captivity and maybe torture she pondered. She was minded of pictures she had seen of medieval torture chambers and the fearsome iron implements of pain that filled them, yet strangely did not feel fearful any more.

The Duchess continued to clean Kim up, washing her gently with balls of cotton wall dipped in a bowl of water that had been scented with essential oils. Kim stood quietly; content to wallow in the sensuousness beylikdüzü escort of the calming scent and the Duchess’s touch on her bare skin. She felt a tingle of arousal as her breasts were washed. The Duchess brushed her pubic hairs and ran a gloved finger across her sex. Kim didn’t mind particularly, the touch was gentle and erotic. She gasped as she felt a finger exploring her sex, softly parting her cunt lips, and being inserted into her.

“Vicky Duchess! Are you playing with her?” the voice reprimanded.

“Yes, I’m sorry madam, I just couldn’t resist.”

“Well you can stop that. I know you want to play with her Duchess but you’ll have to show some restraint. I don’t want her interfered with…..yet.”

The Red Queen had been adjusting the chains that suspended the cage before Kim’s little moan of pleasure distracted her. The body cage had been lowered to the floor alongside Kim.

“Now, girl, I want you to climb into the cage.”

Kim glanced across at her quizzically but the Red Queen’s authoritative mien and the tone of her voice was such that she knew she would not resist the command. She obediently stepped over a metal bar and into the cage. It was fashioned with wide metal strips moulded into the contours of a body shape. Kim nestled her face into the head of the cage and stood quietly awaiting her fate. The cold metal loomed around her. A smell, like rusting iron, filled her nostrils. The Red Queen stood facing her, the door of the cage open, with that icy penetrating look in her eyes. She was silent. She did not need to speak. She worked herself into Kim ‘s mind like creeping fingers of ivy reaching into decaying brickwork. Kim had made her choice to submit to this. The Red Queen took the blindfold and pulled it over Kim’s eyes and adjusted it so that once again she was plunged into blackness. Kim immediately felt her other senses heightened, the aroma of the iron taking on an intoxicating feeling.

Kim stood quietly for what seemed like many minutes, her breathing heavy and tense with anticipation. The removal of the sense of sight had made every nerve ending tingle and the silent waiting for the unknown was overwhelming for Kim. Fingers reached out for her nipples again and squeezed them firmly. The pain was intense but Kim did not scream or flinch. She embraced it, like it was the only sensation in the whole world. Her nipples were twisted and then messaged and then tweaked again and with every exquisite piece of torture Kim felt her body well up with a combination of pain….and pleasure. The probing fingers were withdrawn and Kim let out a gasp of relief.

But, her respite was short lived. She heard a gentle buzzing sound. What new implement of torment was this? Suddenly she felt a tingling sensation on her breasts like a hundred tiny pin pricks. She could not see the implement that was being used on her but the buzzing and the sensation of an electric current passing over her all pointed to it being a violet wand or similar kind of instrument. She had heard of them and seen pictures but never had one used on her before. Its touch was a mixture of searing pain and sensual pleasure. She squeaked and moaned as the implement was brushed down her body, across her thighs and over her crotch. She expelled groans of pain but, despite that, she didn’t want the sharp tingling sensation to stop.

“Do you trust me Kim?” the voice whispered, persuasive and seductive.

“Mmmm. Yes, I do,” replied Kim, “at least, I think I do.”

“Now the door will close in on you and you will be enclosed in the cold iron of my body cage. You will need to trust me. Stay their silently and listen for my commands.”

Kim heard the hinges creaking and the metal door click shut. What will happen now, thought Kim? She heard the grinding and clanking of chains as they were fed through a pulley in the ceiling. She felt the cage move and sway slightly. She felt herself being lifted up high into the rafters of the barn. The sensation was intoxicating. She was hanging there, helpless, powerless, entrapped in a metal cage completely in the control of the Queen of Hearts. She felt the sensation of movement, heard the sound of clanking chains. She could no longer tell if she was moving backwards or forwards, up or down; there was only the intoxicating swinging motion. The cage stopped its gentle rocking movement. Kim felt that it was now on the ground again.

A voice whispered from above her as if it was far in the distance.

“Kim, listen to your mistress. Listen to the Red Queen. The gate of the cage is not locked, you can push it open.”

Kim gently raised her hand and pushed against some metal bars, felt them give and the door of the cage swing open.

“Now Kim,” the voice came from far away, “take off your blindfold and step out of the cage.”

Kim did as she was told. She felt so disorientated. Her head was spinning from the motions of the cage and it took a while before beylikdüzü escort she felt steady on her feet and she could take in her surroundings. She was in a pit. Above her was a metal grill and peering through it she could see two faces staring intently down at her; one the white skin and dark hair of the Red Queen, the other the white masked face of the Duchess.

“Look around you Kim, what do you see?”

Kim looked in front of her now and saw two other figures with her in the pit. She recognised them immediately from their round faces and pot bellies; it was Tweedledum and Tweedledee but they were very different from when she had encountered them before. Tweedledum, or at least Kim thought it was he (it was rather difficult to tell as they looked like twins) was laid out naked on the stone floor of the pit, his arms and legs stretched out and tied with rope to rings at the side of it. There was a ball gag in his mouth. His twin, also naked, was sat on a chair and tied to it with an elaborate criss-cross pattern of ropes. He also had a matching hard rubber ball gag in his mouth. Kim smiled; their mistress was clearly not going to have her peace shattered by their bickering. There was a luggage label attached to the big toes on their right hand feet and Kim knelt down to read the writing on the one tied to Tweedledum. ‘Punish me’ it read.

The voice from the on-looking Red Queen called down, “Yes Kim, can you read what it says. They must both be punished. It was because of their tardiness and incompetence that you got damaged Kim. You must administer my retribution on them. Can you see the implements I have selected for their punishment?”

Kim cast her eyes around the pit and they alighted on a small round table. Kim stepped over to it and looked at the objects on it. There were two sets of nipple clamps with fierce metal prongs and also two sets of electric massagers with controllers and sticky pads connected to them. Kim knew what the Red Queen meant her to do with these and, bizarrely, she felt a surge of empowerment. She had been jettisoned into this strange world and had so many things done to her that the idea of doing something to somebody else quite appealed to her.

Kim smiled. The eyes of the two round figures widened as they saw her look of anticipation. There were muffled pleas from behind their gags but Kim had already made up her mind; this was one of the Red Queen’s instructions she might enjoy carrying out. And she was right, if they had got to the massage parlour earlier, Kim might never have been threatened by her psychotic client or got the nasty bump on her head, so really, they deserved to be punished.

Kim picked up a set of nipple clamps and one of the massager units and knelt over Tweedledum, who was laid out flat, his back against the stone floor. I loved doing this kind of thing in the parlour, she thought, now is my chance to take it a bit further. Strands of her wavy fair hair fell onto Tweedledum’s chest. She teased him by holding the nipple clamps and squeezing them open and shut right in front of his terrified eyes. She felt wicked; she know she had a sadistic glint in her eyes. She started by taking his nipples between her fingers, nipping and pulling them just as the Red Queen had done to her. Then she opened the claws of the nipple clamp. They were fearsome, highly sprung little objects with metal claws like crocodile teeth. This will hurt, Kim thought.

She let the teeth close on his nipple and watched for the reaction. Tweedledum twisted and squirmed in his bondage. He was probably screaming in agony behind the ball gag but all Kim could hear were muffled squeaks. She repeated the process on the other nipple, the two clamps being connected by a thin chain, which Kim could tug if she wanted to torment him more. A soon as Tweedledum got comfortable with the level of pain Kim would give the chain a sharp little pull. I should be ashamed of my behaviour, she reflected, but I’m not!

Kim turned her attention to the little electrical massaging thing. She knelt down between Tweedledum’s legs, took the covers off the little sticky pads and stuck them onto his balls. Then, she switched on the control that went with it. She had never used one of these before, but it was perfectly straightforward; one little button to reduce the current and another to increase it. Kim pushed the ‘up’ button a few times but was disappointed that there was no response. She pushed it a few more times and was pleased to hear Tweedledum moan and watch him twitch. She pushed the button a few more times. Ha! That’s better, she thought, now I’ve got a reaction. There were muffled shouts of pain through the gag and Tweedledum’s rotund little figure jerked up and down in time to the electric current. Kim toyed with him, turning the little device down a little bit to give him some respite, and then up again.

She carried on like this for a while until she left the massager in a throbbing position so that she could turn her attention to Tweedlee. Oh no, she must be fair and give some attention to him. Kim wondered which would be worst, to be punished first or second. She rather thought it would be better to go first. After all, poor Tweedledee had all that time to watch his poor companion being tormented and anticipate the agony that was going to come.

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There are some references to bodily functions, including feminine hygiene, in this story, so if that subject is not one you wish to deal with, please read no further.

*****

Laura had just turned 18 when her family moved to a new town and she was enrolled in the local high school where she knew no one. It was hard being a senior in a school where everyone else seemed to have known each other since kindergarten or at least sophomore year.

The teachers were not especially friendly either and Laura found her young English teacher, Miss Robbins, particularly unwelcoming. After Laura had found a first quiz very challenging, she was called up after class by Miss Robbins, who wore her hair in a blondish French braid and was quite attractive, with a nice figure she presented well in nicely-matched outfits.

Miss Robbins told Laura that she had better be prepared to do a lot of catchup work because it was clear her grammar and spelling, much less her exposure to literature, had been poor. Laura had always managed to pass without doing much work and she realized she had run into trouble here.

After a few weeks she was called up after class again by the young, strict English teacher, who told her that she was likely to recommend that Laura be placed in a sophomore English class and thus required to spend three years in the school if she wished to graduate.

Laura was shocked but Miss Robbins seemed to be pleased with her severe warning.

“I don’t think you understand that you will have to do a lot of studying if you intend to stay in this class,” she said rather abruptly to Laura. “Of course, you may also opt to come to my place after school for special lessons,” she added with almost only a hint of a smile.

Laura was afraid to ask what those lessons included, but she instantly replied, “Yes, Miss Robbins, I’m taking what you say seriously so I would be very interested in whatever special lessons you feel would help me pass this course and graduate this year.”

Now Miss Robbins smiled rather broadly and told Laura to meet her in the parking lot right after school ended. “I’ll take you to my place and then bring you back here or home if it’s not too much farther.”

Laura assured her that she lived fairly nearby so she said she would be in the parking lot as directed.

When she arrived at the parking lot, Miss Robbins was already behind the wheel of her little sports car, some kind of fancy Honda NSX. It was fire-engine red and Laura managed to get in the passenger side without her skirt riding up far enough to expose her panties.

Once she was buckled in, Miss Robbins took off from the school parking lot fast enough to inspire some salutes by smiling boys watching the comely teacher. beylikdüzü escort They quickly drove to a fancy apartment complex where Miss Robbins used the electric garage opener and slipped into a parking space near the interior elevator.

Laura got herself out of the low-slung car and followed the teacher to the elevator. She was surprised that Miss Robbins just punched in a code and the elevator sped up to a floor that did not show on the door. Then she told Laura to follow her in.

The apartment was well-furnished and Miss Robbins told Laura to sit down in a deep chair that made her slightly uncomfortable, again because it seemed to push her skirt up and from where Miss Robbins sat, in a comfortable office chair behind a gorgeous inlaid desk, it was clear the teacher could see Laura’s maroon thong under her skirt.

Miss Robbins began reading a passage from some book and then asked Laura questions about it. Laura listened and tried to focus and answered the questions fairly easily. Miss Robbins told her that this was a good sign that she was indeed capable of learning the required material.

She gave Laura some sentences to identify grammatical errors and then some words to spell. Laura did not do as well here and Miss Robbins told her she had failed on both parts.

“When you do not pass one of these quizzes,” she said, “I will ask you to stand, come over here, lift your skirt well above your waist, and lie across my lap. Depending on how many mistakes you made, I will give you that number of spanks on your panties. The next time you err on your answers, your panties will come down and you will bend over the end of the couch and receive the cane.”

Laura was stupefied that she was now going to be spanked and then caned by this strict teacher. But she realized she had no options and failure of the course was not something she wanted to think about.

“I can assure you,” Miss Robbins went on, “that these lessons have proved effective for all the pupils to whom they have been offered. So keep studying the assignments I give you and you will find you will have less experience with my hand and the cane on your bottom.”

In response to Miss Robbins’s nod, Laura stood up and slowly pulled her skirt above her waist. She was embarrassed for the attractive teacher to see her maroon thong but she walked over with as much dignity as she could retain and lay over the teacher’s grey-skirted lap.

Miss Robbins immediately began to spank her bottom cheeks alternately and increased the strength of the spanks. Laura soon was in tears and begging the teacher to stop. The comely English teacher smiled, although Laura could not see it, and after giving the girl a few more antalya escort hard spanks, told her she could stand up now.

Laura sat down gingerly because of her sore bottom and she was embarrassed to sit there with her lower parts on display, even if she still had her thong on and it was in front of another woman. But Miss Robbins immediately began going over the next section of the class curriculum—covering reading comprehension, spelling, grammar, and usage—and Laura began to feel she was really learning this material.

They had been working for an hour and at the end of the hour, Miss Robbins handed her a short quiz to complete. Laura took her pencil and began checking off answers. She was sure about a few, pretty sure about a few more, and still in the dark on still others. Miss Robbins took the paper after Laura had completed it, quickly reviewed the answers, and told Laura that she had performed better than on the first test but still not well enough.

“Are you going to punish me some more?” Laura asked fearfully.

“Yes, you will get the cane but it be a rather modest award,” Miss Robbins responded coolly. “You are progressing quite well for a first session.”

“Now stand up, lift your skirt above your waist, and pull down your panties,” she ordered. “Then bend over the end of the couch.”

With that, the austere teacher watched as Laura complied and exposed her already well-colored bottom. Miss Robbins rose, picked up her thin cane and stood behind the girl. Without warning, she snapped the cane and inflicted a stinging stroke. Allowing a little interval so the sting might sink in and linger, she struck again, a bit higher on Laura’s bottom. Finally, she aimed a final stroke at the base of the bare bottom, where the bottom met the thigh in a crease.

Laura screamed after each stroke but was very grateful when the teacher tapped her bottom with the cane and told her she could recover her clothing.

“Since your performance was reasonably good and improved from the start,” Miss Robbins said, “I did not give you the usual amount of strokes with the cane.”

“I hope you will be able to report for the next session at this time two days from now,” she added. “Be at the same place and I will bring you here,” she went on, “and now I will drive you home.”

The two days passed amazingly quickly for Laura. She was not looking forward to being spanked or caned again, but she found that she could learn from what Miss Robbins covered in class. When she met the teacher again in the parking lot, Laura was far more confident.

They again drove to the teacher’s well-appointed apartment and Miss Robbins again gave her an initial diagnostic test. This time Laura antalya escort performed very well and Miss Robbins said that there would be no spanking needed. She moved into the next module and Laura found that the concepts were more difficult. She began to grow fearful and Miss Robbins smiled and told her to relax.

“Don’t get upset because this is more challenging,” she said. Then she gave Laura an oral quiz and Laura found herself surprised at how readily she was able to answer the questions.

Miss Robbins told her that she had performed well but not enough to avoid a few cane strokes. Laura blanched because she had hoped to avoid the punishment this time. She rose and went over to the couch to bend over. As she lifted her skirt, exposing a pair of white cotton panties, she mentioned quietly to Miss Robbins that she was on her period and was wearing a pad in her panties.

“Very well,” Miss Robbins said, not at all surprised. “Do you ever use tampons?”

Laura was shocked by this rather personal question but nodded affirmatively to Miss Robbins and said that she did wear a tampon when she had gym, because the school no longer let girls skip physical education just because they were having their periods.

“Then of you do not have a tampon handy, I will provide you with one so that you may not worry during your punishment,” Miss Robbins responded coolly. She reached into her pocketbook and handed Laura a slender regular tampon and told Laura to go ahead and pull down her panties and insert the tampon.

“You mean right here?” Laura asked, unbelievingly.

“Yes,” Miss Robbins declared, “since the gym teachers don’t let you off, there’s no reason I need to.”

Laura was now very shaken and embarrassed. She had never inserted or changed a tampon in front of anyone, even her mother or sister or boyfriend.

So she took the tampon, opened the wrapper, and pulled down her panties, exposing the quite-soiled pad in the crotch. She sat on the edge of the sofa, spread her legs, and managed to insert the applicator and then push in the tampon, removing the applicator and slipping it in her own handbag.

Now Miss Robbins motioned to her to stand and bend over. She did just that and was only slightly self-conscious that the teacher was staring at her bare bottom, with legs spread enough so that her lips and vulva, with the tampon string hanging out, was totally visible to the teacher.

Miss Robbins now gave Laura’s bottom three quick flicks of her wrist with the cane, SNAP SNAP SNAP and Laura somehow resisted the urge to scream because while it was painful it was not as awful as last week’s cane application had been.

Miss Robbins told her she could pull up her panties and Laura did so. Then she let down her skirt and the teacher told her they would go and Miss Robbins would drop Laura off at her home.

Laura wondered what kind of life Miss Robbins led, with her stylish apartment and cool sports car. She had already almost forgotten about the new stripes on her bottom from Miss Robbins’s cane.

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I was addicted to the TV show “Boot Camp” in 2001. I’ve taken two incidents from that show and changed them enough to make them my own and write a story around them. I’m not a military scholar so I may have put something in this story that would make a military person scoff. If I did, I apologize. I’m not Tom Clancy *smile* But please do send me an email and tell me what I screwed up if you find something glaringly wrong. And please be wearing a uniform when you write me the scolding email, and tell me in detail what it looks like on you…*big grin*

A couple of the characters are based loosely on people in the show. All characters are entirely fictional. All characters are the property of Moxy Irish. I hope you enjoy the story!

* * * * *

I.

Recruit Murphy was in a world of hurt. Castille watched with a touch of pity out of the corner of her eye while jumping down into another squat-thrust. Drill Instructor McCafferty was in Murphy’s face yelling at the top of his voice.

It was the end of a very long day. Murphy had been cranky since before lunch and an offhand remark she made had cost the squad a half hour of free time. The recruits had just finished the extra PT exercises. The squad broke out of formation and started gathering their things, silently thanking God the afternoon was over. Murphy had moved away from the formation to where she dropped her pack earlier.

McCafferty barked, “Murphy! Did you enjoy the extra 30 minutes of PT you caused the squad with your *little attitude* at chow?”

Murphy mumbled, “No, Sir.” Raising her face toward the sky in frustration and tiredness.

McCafferty barked, “So we still have an attitude, eh? Ok, try to roll your eyes as you drop and give me 20!”

Murphy dropped into position automatically with a tired sigh. McCafferty had started striding over to her when he caught her mumbled, “I didn’t roll my eyes, Sir.”

He stomped over and yelled, “That’s 30 now Murphy! Now PUSH!”

And Murphy…poor Murphy…at the end of a very long day…Snapped.

She held her position, arms shaking as they held her body above the ground. “I did NOT roll my eyes, SIR!”

McCafferty bent at the waist and started screaming a foot from her ear. “CLOSE YOUR MOUTH MURPHY! YOU’VE GOT 50 NOW! PUSH!”

Murphy screamed back, “I DID NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! I DID NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! I DID…” Murphy couldn’t stand it anymore. She leapt to her feet, screaming back in the young Drill Instructor’s face, “NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! I DID NOT ROLL MY EYES, SIR! AGRRRGH!”

McCafferty roared over Murphy’s voice, “I *DO NOT* WANT TO HEAR IT MURPHY! YOU CLOSE YOUR MOUTH! I’LL HAVE YOU OUT HERE ALL NIGHT, RECRUIT!” When Murphy leapt up he went ballistic, standing an inch from her face and roaring, “GET ON THE GROUND! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH AND *GET* ON THE GROUND!”

When Instructor McCafferty had started to discipline Murphy, Drill Instructor Taglieri had barked out an order for the rest of the squad to go into squat thrusts. They had all faced him from wherever they had wandered to and dropped down, tiredly forcing their bodies to do the exercise.

Taglieri moved swiftly from where he was standing in front of the spread out squad when Murphy jumped up. Murphy didn’t see him coming. She was too busy screaming back at the furious Drill Instructor standing an inch from her face. Taglieri took her flank, backing up McCafferty. His voice was not shouting, but it was loud enough to be heard over the din. “Stand at attention, Recruit Murphy!”

Murphy’s body snapped automatically into attention, but she continued to scream. “I DID NOT DO IT! I DID NOT DO IT!”

McCafferty lowered his furious voice a touch. “Shut your *mouth* Murphy!”

Taglieri growled loudly at her right ear, “SHUT UP, Murphy!”

Murphy was tired. Very, very tired. Tears were running down her face and her throat hurt from shouting. The arrival of the other Drill Instructor overwhelmed her. She quit screaming at the man in front of her. She still looked directly into his face though. Her brown eyes were crackling with anger, her chest heaving, loudly breathing through her mouth. She was on the edge of snapping again.

Taglieri read her face. “You had better calm down, Murphy! You had better think about it! Don’t you start again Murphy!”

McCafferty was snarling at her to drop to the ground, Taglieri was growling loudly in her right ear and Murphy was two seconds from punching the young Drill Instructor directly in front of her who had been riding her for weeks.

Taglieri saw her expression harden and growled loudly, “You better THINK about it, Murphy! You better THINK about it! DON’TEVENTHINKABOUTIT!!”

It was then that Castille lost it. She started laughing hysterically, as quietly as possible. She dropped to a knee, her whole body shaking with mirth as she remembered the last lines the handsome, stern Drill Instructor had said and how he had said them. She actually had tears forming she was laughing so hard. That was kayaşehir escort the funniest thing she had heard in weeks. Somewhere in her peripheral hearing she heard the scene quiet down, a few seconds of total silence followed by the sound of a body dropping to the ground and McCafferty’s snarled “PUSH!”

She was glad it was over and felt bad for Murphy, but she just couldn’t stop laughing at the unintentional one-liner. She didn’t notice the pair of boots in front of her until a stern voice murmured. “Having fun, Castille?”

She looked up startled. Taglieri was in front of her and she could see Drill Instructor Schell heading her way. She leapt from the ground and stood at attention for about three seconds before dissolving into laughter again.

Taglieri’s voice was a quiet purr. “Are you laughing at your fellow Recruit, Castille?”

She sobered up at that and bit out, “God No, Sir!” wiping her face swiftly. Christ, he was always waaaaaayyyyyy more dangerous when his voice was quiet.

Schell had showed up and flanked her, staying silent.

Taglieri continued, a dangerous look in his chocolate brown eyes, “Then what are you laughing at, Castille?”

That reminded her of what she had been laughing about and she dissolved into laughter again. By the time she had sobered up, McCafferty was flanking her other side. Ruh Roh, completely surrounded. She begged her brain to not play the line in her head again.

Taglieri murmured pointedly, “I said. What. Are. You. Laughing. At. Castille.”

She took a deep breath and managed not to lose it again. “Something you said struck me as funny, Sir.”

Taglieri cocked his head slightly in a mocking movement, “Oh really? Something I said? I’m so very curious to find out what I could have said that brought you such overwhelming happiness.” He leaned forward, his brown gaze ferocious, and murmured silkily, “Do tell.”

Castille was horrified, but she couldn’t wipe the grin away that kept coming back to her lips.

She cleared her throat, “You said…you said…” Her voice dropped into a low imitation of his, unfortunately the laughter was creeping back in, breaking up her words, “You better…THINK about it, Murphy!…” Her body shook with laughter but she continued, “…You better THINK…about it!…DON’TEVENTHINKABOUTIT!” She laughed through the last few words and lost it again, dropping back down to one knee as she laughed uncontrollably.

Taglieri, Schell, and McCafferty managed to keep the grins off of their faces due to years of practice. It was rather funny. Tag hadn’t even been completely aware of what he was saying at the time. What was even funnier was the completely gone recruit laughing helplessly at their feet. But they were professionals. They did not *laugh* with insubordinate recruits, even insubordinate civilian recruits.

Taglieri purred again, his voice dangerous and slightly triumphant, “I hope the laugh was worth the hour of PT you are going to get tonight after chow, Castille.”

She had moved to a hip, an arm between her knees in a casual resting stance. She looked up at him grinning, completely forgetting where she was and letting her natural easy-going personality come full front. Her laughing blue eyes met the shuttered brown ones of the attractive Drill Instructor as she drawled, “Hell, Sir. You could spank me into next Sunday and I *still* wouldn’t regret it. That was the best laugh I’ve had in eight weeks.”

After a few seconds she pushed to her feet and stood at attention, having nearly mastered her laughter.

Schell and McCafferty had silently chuckled for about two seconds over her head when she sassed Taglieri. But they sobered themselves, and looked at her sternly when she brought herself to attention.

Taglieri merely stepped up to her, his brown eyes burning. He bit out, “If I did that, Recruit Castille, I *guarantee* you would regret it. Now *Push*.”

His expression turned to one of satisfaction when her blue eyes grew round with surprise and fear. She dropped hastily to the ground and started doing push-ups.

He let her up after 20 and allowed her to scurry off to the barracks with a growled, “I’ll see you in the sand pit for punishment at 1900 hours, Castille.”

II.

Castille dragged her ass back to the barracks after Taglieri finished with her that night. The dark-haired Drill Instructor had been ruthless, running her ragged for the full punishment hour before allowing her to head off to bed. He stumbled past the male barracks and headed into her home for the past eight weeks. Three pairs of eyes followed her as she staggered into the female barracks. The other women all murmured sympathetic words to her.

She smiled at them, “No worries. I *still* don’t regret what happened.”

Murphy moved over to her, “What exactly happened? I wasn’t in any state to pay attention to anything.”

At her words Castille started chuckling again, “Ok, let me preface this with I was *not* laughing küçükköy escort at you…”

The rest of the women gathered around, they had only heard bits and pieces of why Castille was being punished. When she imitated Taglieri’s voice and said what he said, all of the women burst into laughter. Castille started laughing so hard she fell onto her rack. The barracks laughed and repeated the episode to each other for a good ten minutes before they finally wound down and started preparing for sleep.

Drill Instructor Taglieri chuckled and moved out of the shadows outside of the barracks open window. It really was a funny story. He was more interested in what happened afterwards though. He made his way back to the Drill Instructors’ quarters musing about Recruit Emma Castille.

Working on a reality TV show was a far stranger experience than the Drill Instructors expected. They were all US Marines and had been real Drill Instructors for the Marine Corps. All of them were out of the Corps and in the world now. They had responded along with countless others to the advertisement sent out by the TV producers.

Their job was to take 14 civilians, male and female, and teach them about the experience of Boot Camp. However, these recruits weren’t soldiers. They were regular people of varying age range, most in their 20’s and early 30’s, that were there to win a game.

The Drill Instructors were a shock to most of the squad. Many of them hadn’t ever had to deal with being dominated in any way. Now it was their life from the minute they woke up to the second they closed their eyes at night. As for the Instructors, they sometimes found themselves dealing with situations that would never happen with real recruits, like the incident with Murphy. They often talked candidly among themselves, without the cameras around, about their interesting group of civilian recruits.

Drill Instructor Schell was the oldest of the three at 45 years of age. He was a husband and father of two. One of his daughters was in college near his South Carolina home. He had retired after 25 years in the Corps. He was the quietest and most reasonable of all the Drill Instructors. He would ride the squad’s collective ass when he needed to, but most of them saw him as a Father-figure type, and strove to make him proud. He was a bit gentler than the other two men and would talk to the recruits and become approachable when there was down time.

Drill Instructor McCafferty was seen as a sadistic older brother type. He was the youngest Instructor at age 29. The South Bostonian had been in the Corps since the age of eighteen and had spent several years as an Instructor. He was loud, maddening, and demanded immediate obedience. Most of the recruits resented the hell out of him, but when he praised them, or allowed a joke or a smile to pass his lips, they hung on it. They grumbled about him, but it was obvious to most of them that he rode them so they would become better rather than out of meanness.

Drill Instructor Taglieri was a strange mix of Schell and McCafferty. The San Diego native was 31 and had spent 10 years in the Corps, spending time in Bosnia and the Gulf. He could easily get as loud as McCafferty, but tended to keep his voice down and speak through action and expression. The recruits feared him, but as with the others, they worked hard to make him proud of them. Periodically he would let them see a lighter side. He had a wicked sense of humor and occasionally said something that had them fighting to keep straight faces.

The squad was originally made up of young and old, female and male, married and single, with most of the married people being parents. They completed missions, cultivated team comraderie, participated in forced exercise, were continually yelled at by the Drill Instructors, and lived much like real recruits. However, they had to vote people off every 10 days or so. The back-stabbing and alliances were not something real recruits had to deal with. It was a game, and the two recruits left standing at the end of 14 weeks were going to have to compete against each other, the winner eventually winning a large cash prize.

It was week nine and the squad had been cut down to eight people. By chance it was divided equally males to females. At this point in the game the older people, the weak, and the annoying people had been weeded out. The squad was fairly strong and the recruits were responding more like a well-trained unit. The Drill Instructors had been impressed with their “kids” for the last few weeks.

Taglieri arrived at the Instructors’ quarters. The quarters were strictly off limits to any cameramen. They all had private rooms with common spaces like a rec-room and a kitchen. The other two Instructors were kicked back in the rec-room, and greeted him when he walked in. He dropped into a chair, tired and still musing.

McCafferty murmured, “How did it go with Castille?”

“Oh fine, she’s incredibly willing. She didn’t give me any merter escort trouble.” He chuckled, “She told the story to the rest of the girls though, they laughed for like ten minutes.”

Schell’s smile was teasing, “It really was funny the way she told it, Tag.”

Tag nodded, “I agree, it was funny, and it was hell not to laugh when she was rolling around nearly under our boots.”

McCafferty picked up his mug and took a swig of tea. “Castille really is something else. I know we aren’t supposed to get attached. but I hope they don’t vote her off. She has been good-natured and dedicated from the second she got here. And the woman has a wicked sense of humor, I almost lost it today when she threw out that spanking remark.”

Schell grinned, “Yeah, that was really funny, God knows I like the girl too. I think the look on her face when Tag threatened her was funnier though.”

Tag pointed at Schell with a grin, “Hey now, I didn’t threaten anyone.”

McCafferty nearly spit his tea out. “You did so!”

Tag shook his head smiling wickedly, “No I didn’t, I said *if*. *If* makes all the difference.”

The other two men laughed and then started talking about what they were going to do to the squad the next day.

Tag went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He sat down at the kitchen table wanting a few minutes of privacy. Recruit Emma Castille was still on his mind.

The dark-haired, blue-eyed recruit was a single, 32 year old woman from Northern California. From her file he knew that she trained horses for a living and gave riding lessons. That came out in her interactions with the squad. She was a natural leader and trainer, but practiced a good-natured, ‘soft’ leadership. She often had a recruit thinking something was their idea as she guided them towards an action that she wanted. She helped others, even if it meant increasing her time on a timed course. She was also incredibly honest. She didn’t take part in the rampant back-stabbing, and spoke very plainly about hating having to vote. She was often very funny and made the other recruits laugh all the time. She was a strong candidate to win the game. He hoped she wouldn’t get voted off because of her strengths. He liked her. Perhaps more than he was supposed to.

He had to admit he was attracted to her looks from the beginning. She was pretty, rather athletic, and stronger than she looked. She was fairly tall at 5’9, only a few inches shorter than his 6-foot frame. In the beginning he had put all thought of attraction aside. That was not something that was allowed. However, as the weeks went by he was charmed. So charmed, in fact, that he rode her harder than any other recruit. He often caught her glancing at him with frustration and disappointment after he railed on her about something he would have let slide with someone else. She never ragged on him behind his back though.

The barracks windows were kept open due to the heat of the summer months and the Instructors often heard complaints and jeers coming from both barracks. They didn’t take it personally. They expected the recruits to blow off steam with each other.

Tag remembered a day when all three Instructors were grouped together discussing something near the female barracks and heard a rant going on. That day all of them had ridden the recruits mercilessly. The whole squad was ready to explode. All of the other girls in the barracks were egging each other on about how nasty the Instructors were and how much they hated them. When Castille walked in, they eagerly turned to include another in their rant.

She had chuckled, the men could almost hear the casual shrug in her voice, “Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s the Roman slave girl in me. I just respond well to growly, bossy men.”

There had been about two seconds of silence then laughter. The mood lightened up considerably after that.

The Instructors had moved off and had a laugh about it. They were also all impressed with how Castille handled the negative group and turned the mood positive. If anything, Tag was even more intrigued with the girl.

He pondered his beer bottle. He had heard her joke a few other times about things like that. It always made people laugh, but now he wondered. Her voice had been amused but completely frank today when she drawled the spanking remark at him. He found himself pondering what that might be like, and how she might respond to that, then he shook off the thought. He had no right to think such things. He wasn’t even allowed to be interested in the girl until after the game was over. It made him wonder though. She *did* respond well to orders. From day one she had never whined about how she was treated, when all of the others were having fits.

The only thing she had ever objected to was volume. The Instructors had been trained to yell everything, usually directly in the ear or the face of a recruit. Early in the game during a moment of downtime she had admitted to Schell that she was worried about damage to her hearing when McCafferty would scream an inch from her ear. Her hearing was sensitive and trained acutely for her job. She wasn’t used to loud noises and had spent the first ten days having severe ear-aches. Schell scolded her for not reporting the ear pain and mentioned what Castille had told him to the other Instructors.

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I was left alone in the room for about twenty minutes, lying on the ground on all fours, arms and legs tied up together with solid, metal bars. The door opened and Veronica approached me. She looked at me with much amusement in her eyes.

“The girls and I are hungry. I hope you are a good cook. You wouldn’t dare disappoint me, heh?”

“Yes Mistress, I can cook.”

Fortunately, it was true that I had some skills with that. I often make some decent food, either alone or with a date. For some times now, I found myself cooking a lot by myself.

Veronica walked towards me and kneeled down. She grabbed my whole ass with both hands and started smacking on it, repeatedly. It was more humiliating than painful, as I stood there, not saying a single word. Finally, she untied me.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

I stood up promptly. She put a hand behind my head and pulled me to her, and we started kissing each other, a bit violently, but it felt so pleasant. It seemed she was enjoying this little game quite a lot, which made me want her even more at this moment. My caged cock was not agreeing with me though, as pressure built up down there.

She led me out of the room. We turned right and went straight ahead until we ended up in the kitchen. The girls were sitting on chairs at a large table. They started giggling as I came in.

“Here is our favorite pussy licker,” said the redhead.

“It’s time for us to eat something, now,” the latina said, smacking my ass. Her hand hit the buttplug still inside me, sending a jolt. I felt my cheeks becoming hotter than they’d ever been. I stood there, not knowing what to do or say. I remembered what I was there for.

“What would you want me do, Ladies?” I said in the most servable and friendly tone.

They looked at each other with mouth opened.

“Pussy boy has some manners!” the blonde said.

“We want a simple breakfast,” Veronica said. “Make us some scrambled eggs with toasts. Everything you need is in the fridge and the drawers by you.”

As soon as I started heading to get the things needed, Veronica grabbed my arm.

“Wait, I’m not finished. You told me you can cook, right? I guess you won’t need to be using your hands at all!”

I felt some rope being wrapped around my right arm. She was tying me up in my back!

“Go ahead!”

A task that would be so simple otherwise seemed almost alien to me. Arousal made it hard at first to stay focused. I headed to the fridge, opened it with my head. I bit down as much as I could the 12-pack of eggs and brought halkalı escort them on the counter near the hot plates, followed by the butter.

It was challenging, but I managed to get most of the things needed. Everytime I’d bend over to reach for something, one of the girls would smack my ass, surprising me and almost making me drop the item.

As I was grabbing in my mouth a butter knife, Veronica told me:

“Nah-ah. You must handle the food directly with your mouth.”

I teared up the aluminum wrap around the butter and took a chunk of it in my mouth. It was pretty unpleasant and degrading. The heavy taste made me gag at first.

“Look at him! What a pig he is!” said one girl, laughing.

Opening my mouth, the butter fell on the pan. I got on my knees to turn the heat up, still with my teeth. After it had melted, it was time to crack the eggs up. At first, I started thinking how I would manage that. It didn’t take me long to figure it out. Gently, I put an egg between my teeth and approached the pan. I bit down on the shell until it exploded in my mouth. The texture of the yolk wasn’t much pleasant. I let the oily liquid drip out of my mouth.

“Now you know how it feels to have cum in your mouth, boy!”, said the latina. “We want nine more of these, by the way!”

I spit out the broken shell on a plate and proceeded to break the eggs, one by one, in the pan. I couldn’t help but swallowing a bit of raw egg each time, added to which I needed to keep my mouth full of eggshells and half opened, I couldn’t stop gagging.

Stirring up the pan was much easier, using a wooden spoon with my mouth. The eggs were now done. Veronica grabbed the pan and served the content on the plates on the table.

“Don’t forget our toasts!”

It had completely slipped out of my mind.

“Yes, Mistress. Right away.”

Have you ever removed a breadpin with your teeth, naked in front of four girls, with your cock caged and a buttplug in your ass?

Once the toasts popped out, I figured they needed to be buttered. Taking a chunk once again, I put it on one toast, and start licking it as if it were a pussy.

“You are a talented cook, slave!”

I put the toasts on their plates and I stood there, not moving.

“Get under the table and lick our feet,” said Veronica.

I got under and did as I was told. They were still wearing those short skirts, and I could catch a glance of their pussies. While I was working their toes and soles, I felt a foot on my back, pushing on my ikitelli escort buttplug. I groaned in pleasure. Not only did she apply pressure, but the foot was circling around, making the buttplug dance in my rectum, which made it massage my prostate even more. My cage was tighter than ever. After a minute, one girl would tell me to rotate. Up there, they were having a casual conversation about normal things in their lives. It went on for about fifteen minutes.

“Get out of under there, pervert!” said Veronica. “But stay on the ground.”

I crawled out of the table. They joined the leftovers unto one plate and started spitting non stop into it.

“Here’s a taste of our own recipe. We wouldn’t want you to eat a mundane meal, now?”

Suddenly, the latina girl dropped her skirt on the floor, lied down on her back on the floor. Veronica went away only to come back with a magic wand vibrator, which she handed her. The leftovers’ plate was put between her open legs.

“You lucky boy! You will have some dessert before your meal! Eat my cunt, slave,” she told me.

I went down on her, the eggs right under my chin. I felt the buttplug being removed from me in a quick motion, which made me gasp for air as I let out a groan. A soft pair of legs touched the inner side of mines, as I felt pressure being applied on my anus. I quickly glanced backwards, seeing the redhead wearing a strap-on. As soon as it slipped into me, I started moaning like a little bitch. Then she started thrusting in and out. I almost bursted into tears, but I didn’t know if it was because of pleasure or humiliation, or both. I could feel the pre-cum dripping like a river out of my cock. After what seemed an eternity, the latina started to quiver in pleasure herself. Soon after, she pulled back, sat on the plate and came. She was almost grinding the food. Her eyes were closed and her mouth a big ”o” when she let out a savage-like orgasmic sound. Her juices started dripping on the plate, as I remembered she did have a fair amount of squirt earlier. She stood there, catching her breath, as the strap-on was removed from me. It felt great to have a pause, but I was also feeling a “void” down there, being accustomed to the plug.

“Enjoy your meal,” the latina told me, in a soft tender voice.

Without much hesitation, I plunged my head and started eating the leftovers. It was quite watery, but the texture of the scrambled eggs mixed with her scent made it all seem surreal. I ate everything in no time, overly excited and in need of some kağıthane escort energy after all that I had done so far.

I noticed the darkness outside the windows. It was getting pretty late, as I had arrived in the late afternoon.

“Let’s all take a good shower and go to bed pretty soon, shall we?” said Veronica. “You’re coming with me” she added, grabbing my waist.

We got into the bathroom together. She untied my back, started the shower, and removed her clothes. I could finally see what she looked like. Her body was perfect; her breasts were prominent but not overly large ; her waist and thighs were so curvy ; her legs were pretty long as she wasn’t a tall girl. She led me in the shower and started kissing me while massaging me with her hands tenderly. At first I dared not replicate her touch, but I tried nonetheless. Veronica didn’t seem to be bothered. I realised that, since I was there, this was the closest to “regular” affection I’d ever been.

She lifted her arms and detached the necklace she was wearing. It was a closed compartment. She opened it up and inside was a small brass-colored key. I shivered in excitement at the sight of this. Right after, she proceeded to unlock my cage. My dick exploded out of it. She went back to kissing and started stroking my cock. I didn’t have this much sexual urges in a long time and doubled my intensity towards her.

“Finger me,” she let out softly.

I plunged two fingers between her thighs to enter her. They went right in, as her pussy was beyond sloppy. We masturbated each other for some time, and I could see she was enjoying this quite a lot, which just made me even more excited. Both of our mouth were slightly opened in a ”o”, our breathing loud and heavy. Not long after, she was moaning in intense pleasure, as I felt my own orgasm building up.

“Come with me,” she told me in an incredibly soft and sexy voice.

As soon as I felt her clenching her whole body, I let it out myself. I was in ecstasy. The warmth of her pussy on my fingers and the shower, our combined orgasms with the sound of the water falling down, the steam making everything hazy. We kissed a bit coming down from our high, then she put the cage back in place. I didn’t even care at the moment.

She pushed me out of the shower. We dried ourselves up and got out, walking towards a room nearby.

Veronica lied in bed, still in bliss. She opened her legs wide open.

“My cunt and thighs will serve you as pillow,” she said.

I went down on my stomach and my face between her legs. Even after the shower, her pussy smell was quite noticeable. I put my nose on her cunt and my head on her right thigh.

Veronica seemed not to be moving anymore. I figured she wanted to sleep.

I was laying there, between her legs, enveloped in her soft scent and pubes, feeling both trapped and safe.

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The two rubbery, artificial phalluses filled Alicia. She gasped as Bev and Monique flexed their hips in unison, dual sleek cocks erotically assailing her tunnels. Sandwiched as such, Alicia perspired between the writhing fucksters. The leather collar constricted around her throat and she embraced that lovely, sought after feeling. Alicia stared into Monique’s sultry eyes.

“Is this what the slave cunt Alicia wanted? To be used like a common fuck toy?”

“Yes Miss. Use me…use this one…”

“We intend to, of course.” Bev whispered hoarsely while raking her sharp talons across Alicia’s back, leaving vivid red stripes. Alicia arched into the curvature of Monique’s penis causing the large tip to brush against her G-spot. She moaned.

They fucked her good and hard, pistoning their shafts relentlessly. Slamming against tender flesh, pushing the air from Alicia’s lungs. Then, they halted with dildos buried to the hilt. Separated by the thinnest membrane, their cocks kissed. Alicia’s heartbeat raced and felt her sphincter muscles pulsating around Bev’s painful invader. Alicia was close to cumming.

“Does the slave want to orgasm?” Monique’s minty breath rasped, the furrow of her forehead shiny from exertion.

“Ohh. Yes…please Miss.”

“Beg slut…beg for it cunt! Eyes on me.”

And she did with fervor. Alicia degraded herself without hesitation to the women of her slutty needs. Monique’s icy stare bore into Alicia’s soul and she tumbled into the bittersweet world of humiliation.

“Good girl.” Monique smiled, reaching down to massage Alicia’s sodden pubes. Nimble fingers twisted the apparatus and the cock audibly hummed to life. Alicia groaned from the delightful vibration, licking her arid lips to no avail.

“You’re such a good slave. Don’t move. I don’t want you humping your cunt like the slut you are.” Monique moved her Venus mound closer. She pressed the whirring toy, spreading Alicia’s labial folds and finding her swollen clit.

“Fuck her Bev. Fuck it good. I want to watch this one cum. Use the slave’s tender asshole.”

“Yes Miss. With Pleasure.” Bev savagely grabbed and pulled Alicia’s ponytail back. Her other hand reached around, viciously pulling and tweaking a turgid nipple. With short bursts, Bev easily moved the fat dildo in and out of Alicia’s stretched backside. Her hips soon found a natural rhythm.

Deep, passionate breathing and the squelching sounds of female arousal filled the bedroom. Alicia’s blood engorged clitoris twitched fındıkzade escort heatedly and the strong orgasm finally consumed her. Alicia stiffened as titanic waves of pure bliss roiled across every nerve ending. Time had no meaning in the delicious numbness.

“Ahhhhh-h! Eeeeee-e!!” She screamed. Sharp, sadistic teeth bit into Alicia’s arm. Her quivering thigh was being slapped with stinging blows. Alicia didn’t know who was biting or doing the slapping and she didn’t care.

“Ahhhhh-h! Eeeeee-e!!” Multi-colored lights flickered against closed eyelids as powerful sensations wracked her nubile body riveted between the two Mistresses. Sweetened seconds passed into minutes and Alicia basked in the pleasant afterglow.

The two cocks slowly eased out leaving Alicia with an obvious void and desire to be filled that way again. Exhausted as such, she lacked the energy to whine. Besides, the punishment her submissive body had endured was now beginning to manifest. Alicia ached deservedly and in her dreamlike state realized the fulfillment she had sought.

Voices, soft murmurings stirred Alicia’s consciousness and slowly raised herself off the comfortable pillows. Bev and Miss Monique had dressed and sat in the high backed chairs, smoking and sipping some sort of refreshment. Alicia’s knees wobbled slightly while stepping onto the smooth polished floor. The duo turned.

“Well. Look who’s up?” Miss Monique quipped. Alicia padded toward them and feeling like a schoolgirl as they appraised her nakedness.

“It would be more appropriate if you knelt slave.” She obliged quickly, lowering her eyes and gazing upon Miss’s lovely, black leather boots.

“Forgive me Miss. I need more training it seems.”

“Good answer slut. You may lick My boots. I saw you coveting them.”

“Thank you Miss.” Alicia moved forward, licking the soft leather from the tall heel, up to Her calf and then back down again. Unconsciously, Alicia’s hands were folded upon the small of her back while tasting the smooth hide.

“Very nice slave. Tell Me…have you ever done this before? I mean in real life?”

“No Miss. Only in fantasy.”

“Hmm. I thought so. Follow Me slave. Crawl like the pissy girl you are. You are a pissy girl, aren’t you?

“Yes Miss. I am a pissy girl.” Alicia obediently followed Miss Monique into the small adjoining bathroom. The cool, wet tiles felt lovely on her bare knees.

“Up you go. I will watch while you urinate.”

“Yes fulya escort Miss.” Alicia quickly sat upon the throne, feeling utterly humiliated in the small space and being watched. Obviously nervous, Alicia’s rebellious urethra tightened. She attempted to relax her mind and muscles, thinking of anything to help. She wished, temporarily, that she was simply alone now.

“A-hem. Problem pissy-slave girl?”

“I…I’m so sorry Miss…” Alicia struggled. She moved her legs back and forth. In frustration, Alicia pressed both palms against tummy and bladder. Due to Bev’s rigorous ass-fucking, the end result was a ghastly fart that echoed loudly off the porcelain. Alicia was totally embarrassed. Miss Monique smiled which seemed to make matters only worse. Finally, with great concentration, an excruciatingly thin dribble emerged.

“Eyes on Me slave.” Alicia stared into the hypnotic, dark pupils and felt her bladder release a torrent of pee. The wet, tinkling sounds hissed and splashed into the awaiting bowl. Alicia was pissing for Her. There was no privacy. Is this what she had longed for? Yes. Oh yes. And more. She was sure of it.

“Such a good girl! You’ve done really well. Join us back in the main room.”

“Thank you Miss.” Alicia sighed and wiped herself. At the doorway, she instinctively lowered and began to crawl back across the floor to the chairs.

“It’s okay now Alicia. You may stand. Come closer, it’s alright. I won’t bite you.” Monique giggled. Her warm, soft hand stroked Alicia’s cheek. Bev stood behind and carefully unclasped the collar. Cooler air rushed onto the moist skin there. Alicia suddenly felt exposed. Nude in a different way.

“Our time is done for now Alicia.” Monique’s petting soothingly continued. “Perhaps you will come back. I certainly hope so. We have so much more to show you, so many more rooms of delight and torture. Good-bye.”

Alicia was mildly stunned as they disappeared quietly through a private entry. She shivered and began to put on her clothes which were still neatly folded upon the chair. How long had she been here? Hours?

Downstairs, in the front parlor, the same effeminate man in silk black clothing approached Alicia.

“Miss Mayhew? I took the liberty of calling you a taxi. It is waiting outside. Have a nice day Miss.” Ushered outside into the refreshing, evening air, Alicia slipped into the back seat and stared longingly at the building named: Sade.

~~~

The apartment gaziosmanpaşa escort was quiet and Karen had left a note stating she’d back late tonight. Alicia walked into the bedroom and removed her clothes. They reeked of sex and she vulgarly sniffed them. Her naked skin tingled and Alicia palmed herself, feeling soiled and at the same instant gratified from her experience.

After the soothing, hot shower Alicia took two pain relief tablets and slipped between the silk sheets. Her thoughts rambled about today’s happening, no classes tomorrow and wondered where Karen had gone. Alicia drifted off into a deep but dream filled sleep.

Ordered to clean the urine smelling toilet, Alicia felt the crop sting her derriere. She was awakened by a much smoother, tender caress on her butt.

“Hey baby…” Karen whispered, “didn’t mean to wake you…just wanted to touch you…”

“Ohh. Karen…so tired…sorry. I love you.”

“Love you too snuggle bunny.” Karen stroked Alicia’s shampooed hair and noticed the large bite mark on her arm.

One bright sunbeam teased Alicia’s eyelid and she awoke refreshed. She padded into the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. Knowing that Karen liked it strong, Alicia heaped in more. While waiting, she folded the few clothes and donned a favorite, yellow tee shirt.

Karen stirred at the robust java scent nearby and blinked at Alicia staring and smiling.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

“M-m-m r-f-p-h-h. Thanks for the coffee dear. You always know what I like.” As Karen sat up to sip the brew, Alicia lustfully gazed at the exposed pear shaped breasts and long nipples. They always seemed to be erect. God she loved that.

“So. Nice mark on your arm. Does that signify you had a good time? Okay. Tell me all about it.”

“Well…I…umm loved every minute.” Alicia stammered and blushed from her exuberance. “It…they…were…just…just perfect I guess you could say…I mean…”

“They? Ooo…sounds better!”

“Yes. Miss Monique and Miss Bev. I just lost complete track of time and…and…”

“And? C’mon girl you can tell me anything.”

“I don’t know if this makes much sense but I sort of came to an understanding. Of me and what I’ve been seeking.”

“And?”

“The lifestyle. You know. I’ve always had these desires of being submissive, I’ve hidden them. The humiliation, the pain, it’s what I want. To serve. To serve and obey a Mistress.” Alicia blushed again, averting Karen’s gaze.

“Are you speaking as in…being collared?”

“Yes.”

Karen’s pulse quickened. She touched Alicia’s cheek and raised her face. “Alicia…my sweet, sweet girl. I have always loved you so. Would you…could you…ever consider me as your Mistress?”

Alicia’s insides fluttered and her cunny moistened.

~To Be Continued~

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