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chrissie was only half awake as she waited for her ‘Hotmail’ inbox to open. she took a sip from her first coffee of the day, and then jolted wide-awake as she saw the email from her Mistress, Candice. her fingers trembled and her breath caught in her throat as she immediately double-clicked to open it. It had been a week since she had received an email from either Master Mikolas or her Mistress, and 8 weeks since she and stephen decided to submit to Them. The 8 weeks had been intense, not only with the rigorous lifestyle training but also with the ‘adventures’ that Candice and Mikolas dreamed up. The email opened, and chrissie felt the heat shoot through her as she read the first line.

“An adventure, just for chrissie,” read the opening line. “At 11:45 a.m. today, you will present yourself at the Tower Commerce Building, just around the corner from your office. Take the elevator to suite 2801, and tell the receptionist that you have an appointment with the Chairman. When she asks your name, just say chrissie.”

chrissie felt her nipples hardening and her pussy lubricating as she read her Mistress’ words. she wondered what would happen to her, the thought of not obeying never crossing her mind.

“Wear your yellow sun dress and the white bra and panty set We brought you from Paris. Before you leave your office to go to the Tower Commerce Building, remove the bra.”

“you will be back at work by 1:30… Mistress Candice”

chrissie ran upstairs to tell stephen, who was still in the shower. This would be the first time that either of them had an adventure without the other, and chrissie wondered what was going to happen…

The morning seemed to crawl by, and chrissie was sure that everyone knew she was on her way to an adventure at lunchtime. her nipples ached and her clit felt like it was being pinched. Concentrating on her job was out of the question. she kept checking her Hotmail account to see if there were any further instructions from Candice or Mikolas, but there were none.

At 11:30, chrissie went to the ladies room and entered a stall. she slipped the sundress from her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist so that she could remove her bra. chrissie had always been self conscious about her smallish breasts, but her nipples were another matter. They were extremely sensitive, and erected easily. she cupped her breasts and gently squeezed the hard nipples, teasing herself as she had wanted to do all morning. The sensations went straight to her clit, and chrissie moaned with her need. she reluctantly released her nipples and readjusted her dress. As an afterthought, she lifted her dress and saw that her panties were soaked. she blushed as she realized that the white material clearly showed the condition of her pussy. chrissie lowered her panties and wiped herself, trying to remove some of the moisture. The efforts, however, only served to arouse her even more as she could clearly smell her sex-scent in the confines of the cubicle. she hastily pulled her panties up and smoothed the dress over her hips. Putting the bra in her purse, she left the stall and paused briefly in front of the mirror to check her makeup. chrissie was shocked to see how her erect, plum-colored nipples showed through the pale yellow of the sundress. she hurried from the ladies room and straight to the elevator, hoping she wouldn’t see any of her coworkers on the way down to street level.

The Tower Commerce Building was only a short walk, but chrissie felt that everyone on the street knew her secret, that they were staring at her prominent nipples. she entered the building and saw the elevators at the center of the foyer. Punching the button for the 28th floor, she wondered what Candice and Mikolas were doing here, and what they had arranged this time.

Suite 2801 was at the end of the hall. A very elaborate set of double glass doors bore the name of the firm – Wiltshire Investments. chrissie hesitated slightly before she entered – it was exactly 11:45.

The reception area was stunning. Classic furniture filled the space, tastefully set off by large plants of all descriptions. An antique reception desk provided a focal point, behind which sat a beautiful young girl, about 19 years old by chrissie’s quick reckoning. chrissie crossed the foyer and stood in front of the receptionist, who smiled and asked if she could help. “i’m here for an appointment with the chairman. My name is chrissie,” she said. chrissie was certain that the girl could detect the nervousness in her voice.

The receptionist smiled, and chrissie wondered if she really knew why she was here. The thought sent shivers through her.

“Yes, you are expected. But I have been asked to give you these instructions first, and have you take a seat in that wing-backed chair over there.” The receptionist handed chrissie an envelope, and pointed her to a chair to the left of the reception başakşehir escort desk.

chrissie was surprised, and a little nonplussed. As she took her seat, she realized that the receptionist had used the word ‘instructions’. she wondered if that was intentional – could the receptionist really know why she was there?

chrissie opened the envelope and felt a deep blush run through her body as she read the handwritten note from Mikolas.

“chrissie – you have done very well at your lessons in subservience, and Mistress and I feel it is time to test you. As Our submissive, you are required to obey any reasonable request We make of you. Since We are the sole judges of what is reasonable, your choice is to obey or leave.”

chrissie wondered whether Master and Mistress truly understood the depth of Their hold over her, how They seemed to be able to reach deep inside her most innermost, secret person to release the desires locked away there. Somehow, she knew that They did know, and They knew that she would not leave.

“We have decided to loan you out for your adventure today. We have discussed this with you before, so other than the timing, you should not be surprised. you will obey every command given to you today as if it was directly from Mistress or Me, until 1:10 p.m., when you will be released.”

Oh gawd, thought chrissie – They aren’t here! Who am i being given to? The thought of being Dommed by a complete stranger thrilled her, even though it would have repulsed her just a few months ago. she wondered again how Master and Mistress knew so much about her hidden fantasies.

she continued reading the note, and was mortified by what she read next.

“The receptionists name is krista. she has been timing you since you sat down and opened these instructions. you have 2 minutes from that time to remove your panties. Failure to do so will result in the ending of your adventure, and your failure to obey Our instructions. Do not stand up – remove your panties where you are sitting. Then you will hand them to Krista and truly begin your adventure. Obey!” chrissie shot a glance at the receptionist, and saw that she was truly timing her. krista was holding her wristwatch up, and staring at her. chrissie rapidly tried to guess how much time had elapsed, and realized that she had no time to waste.

she frantically looked around the reception area. How could she be sure someone wouldn’t wander in at any moment? she couldn’t…

With krista looking on, chrissie quickly raised her hips and her dress, and hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties. Hesitating only momentarily, she closed her eyes and slipped them down over her ass and thighs, and down her legs. she sat back down on the chair so that she could pull them down over her feet. They caught for a second on her sandals, and she frantically freed them, stood up and readjusted her dress. chrissie walked back to krista, who was smiling at her now.

krista held out her hand, and chrissie handed over her panties. Without breaking eye contact, krista opened the damp bundle of material in her hands, and made an elaborate show of feeling them. chrissie’s face reddened as she realized that the young girl was feeling the juices – chrissie’s juices – that had soaked through the crotch of the white panties.

krista picked up the phone, dialed a number and spoke. “chrissie is here, and she is ready.” krista listened for a few seconds, and then hung up. “Follow me,” she said.

chrissie followed krista through another doorway and down a hall. The hall was as well decorated as the foyer, with artwork displayed prominently. There were offices all along the hall, and chrissie could see into some of them. They were all large and decorated in the same expensive, tasteful fashion that marked the reception area. Everything exuded wealth, and class.

At the end of the hall was another, smaller reception area. Only two doors opened off this area, and both were closed. A stunning redhead, slightly older than krista, sat behind the desk. She rose as chrissie approached, but ignored her to tell krista that she would take over the main reception area, and that krista was to take chrissie directly into the boardroom.

krista led chrissie through one of the doors, and chrissie found herself in another breathtaking room. This room was large, and the centerpiece was a boardroom table that would seat about twenty people. On one side of the room an elaborate buffet was spread out, with hot and cold selections. The aroma was tantalizing.

krista ordered chrissie to stand for an ‘inspection’ in the middle of the room. chrissie needed no further instructions, having been trained repeatedly by Master and Mistress. she spread her legs apart, and clasped her hands behind her head. she would hold that pose until instructed otherwise.

chrissie saw krista leave through another door, which she closed softly. With a shock, she realized that the main door was bayrampaşa escort still wide open behind her, and that anyone who wandered down the hall could see her standing in her ‘inspection’ position.

chrissie did not have long to wait before the door opened again, and krista walked back in just ahead of another woman. krista was now wearing a maid’s apron, and nothing other than red stilettos. The apron was arranged so that her breasts were exposed, and her entire back was bare.

The second woman was stunning. She was a statuesque brunette, and she was wearing very tasteful business attire. She wore a dark dress that came to her knees, with a string of white pearls at her neck.

She looked at chrissie with amusement in her eyes, and spoke to krista without looking at her. “Remove her dress.”

“Yes, Mistress Chairman,” replied krista.

chrissie realized with a start that this tall brunette was the ‘chairman’, and that she was a Domme.

chrissie stood absolutely still as krista removed her dress. she noticed that krista’s hands made more contact with her than was strictly necessary to do the Dommes bidding, and she felt the wetness growing again between her legs. she unclasped her hands to allow the dress to be lifted up and over her head, and then she was standing there in only her sandals. chrissie’s breath was coming in shallow gasps now, as her hard nipples were exposed to the air conditioning. she clasped her hands behind her head again, and spread her legs further apart.

“Very good, chrissie. I see that Candice and Mikolas have trained you well.”

The Domme walked around chrissie, appraising her. chrissie wished that She would touch her, caress her, anything to bring her arousal closer to the surface. she was aching to be used, just as if it were her Master and Mistress, and she resolved to make them proud of her.

Then she felt the Dommes hand caressing her ass, moving to the tops of her legs and squeezing her ass cheeks. chrissie barely suppressed a moan that was starting deep in her throat. The fingers gently, fleetingly explored the crack of her ass and tickled her in the sensitive area between her asshole and her pussy. The touch was so brief and fleeting that chrissie thought she might have imagined it. she moved back slightly to increase the contact, but the fingers were gone. she moaned audibly now.

“Quiet, My little pet,” whispered the Domme, “there is much more to come.”

The Domme walked around in front of chrissie, and stared into her eyes until chrissie lowered her gaze to the floor. As she looked down, she could see her nipples standing out from her small breasts, and she hoped that the Domme found them pleasing. As if in silent answer, the Domme took them in her fingers and pulled them up and away from her chest. chrissie’s knees began to buckle, but she caught herself just in time, and resumed her spread-legged stance. The brief pain turned into pleasure, and chrissie felt the spasms again, running straight down her body to her clit. Suddenly, her nipples were released, and she closed her eyes at the sensation, breathing through clenched teeth.

“I assume you have been taught a submission position, chrissie. Assume it.”

chrissie dropped to her hands and knees on the floor, and then lowered herself so that he breasts were pressed into the carpet. her ass was raised in the air, and she spread her knees wide apart. she turned her head sideways, and reached back with both hands and held her ass cheeks open as she arched her back just like she had been taught.

“Very good, chrissie, but I want you on the table – right in the center.”

chrissie was panting now with the need to be touched more completely. she could feel her wetness seeping out of her cunt and running down her inner thighs. she was certain that she could smell her own scent, and wondered if the Domme could smell her, too.

chrissie stood and moved toward the boardroom table. Just as she was about to climb up on it, she was ordered to wait.

“Put the restraints on her now, krista.”

krista fastened restraints at chrissie’s wrists, ankles, and just above her knees. And then she attached a blindfold.

krista helped chrissie up onto the table, and as chrissie was about to resume her submissive position, the Domme again spoke.

“On your back, chrissie. Restrain her, krista.”

chrissie rolled over onto her back. her hands were fastened together, and she felt them drawn up over her head and fastened to the end of the table. her breasts were stretched flat against her chest, and the position only served to heighten the sensations in her swollen nipples.

Next, chrissie’s knees were bent back and spread wide open. The restraints at her ankles and knees were tied off to the sides of the table, and chrissie was helpless. she pictured herself in this completely exposed position, her cunt and asshole wide open for viewing or using, and she pulled against bomonti escort the bondage to test it. The security was exciting to chrissie, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was unable to resist whatever use she was to be put to.

“Mikolas and Candice have chosen well, My pet. your arousal is plain to see, and you will be completely shamed before My little luncheon party is through today. you like that don’t you?”

chrissie bit her lip at the Dommes question. Were her desires so transparent?

“Answer Me, you little slut.”

chrissie managed a whimper. “Yes, Mistress.”

“you have willingly placed yourself in My control, chrissie. And you are obviously, shamelessly wet with your secret desires.” The Domme ran a finger slowly through the folds of chrissie’s pussy, back to front, and ended with a teasing flick to her swollen clit. chrissie strained in her bonds as the Domme held her finger at chrissie’s nostrils. she could smell the scent of her own arousal, and then the finger was inserted into her mouth so that she could taste herself. chrissie loved this, and suckled eagerly. Then the finger was withdrawn.

“krista, our guests will be arriving shortly. Finish preparing chrissie.”

chrissie wondered what ‘preparation’ meant, but didn’t have long to wait. she felt the tip of a lubricated finger twirling around the tight ring of her anus, and she squirmed as she felt the tip of it enter her. The finger worked slowly but insistently, gradually insinuating itself deep into her most private place. chrissie began to hunch her hips, trying to get more of it inside her, more stimulation, but just as she thought she might cum from the attention, the finger withdrew. chrissie moaned in frustration, her hips continuing their gyrations for a few more seconds. Just as she calmed down, she again felt something against her puckered rear opening. This wasn’t a finger, it was smooth and warm. As krista worked it into her, she felt her asshole being spread wider and wider. she realized with a start that it was a butt plug, and she gasped as the widest part forced her open, and she then felt her tight anal ring clamp down on the narrow neck of the device. It was now firmly lodged inside her, and despite her efforts, she could neither expel it nor pull it deeper. The sensation of having her ass filled in this way was unbelievable.

krista’s fingers next found their way to chrissie’s taught, swollen nipples. The right nipple was pulled up and away from her chest, and squeezed tightly. chrissie felt tears welling in her eyes even as the spasms shot through her twitching clit. Then the nipple clamp was attached. It was almost a relief after the twisting of krista’s fingers. chrissie didn’t even have a chance to relax before the left nipple received the same treatment.

chrissie was left alone for a few minutes, during which time she began to sense a curious, warming sensation in her ass. At first she thought it was her imagination, but then she realized that something had been put on the butt plug that was generating an itching, hot sensation. she began to squirm, moving her hips in an attempt to relieve the maddening sensation. Then she felt it on her nipples, too. It wasn’t unbearable from a pain perspective, but she was powerless to stop the motions of her body in response to the torment.

chrissie was writhing in her bonds when she heard the first people arriving. They came over to the table and made various comments about her, as if she was an inanimate object of curiosity. There were males as well as females, and chrissie was truly shamed and aroused at the same time. The emotions seemed to play on her mind – the more shame she felt at her predicament, the more aroused she became. The more aroused she became, particularly as she struggled in her bonds for relief, the more shamed she became.

she imagined people looking at her exposed pussy, at her asshole stretched tight around the butt plug. The conversation made it clear that everything she imagined was plain for them to see. she heard comments about her shaved pussy, about the size of her clit and the way it was twitching. she heard one particularly uppity woman commenting about the shameful the way her pussy was dripping down onto and around the plug in her ass, and the way that she was moving her hips like she needed to be fucked. chrissie’s mind was exploding, “Of course i need to be fucked you bitch!” but she kept her words to herself, since the Domme had threatened to gag her if she spoke.

chrissie thought the luncheon would never end. she could hear people serving themselves from the buffet, and the sounds of them dining while they sat at the table around her. At one point, she honestly thought she could cum by clenching her ass around the butt plug and moving her hips, but she realized it was only enough to keep her on the edge. Yet she couldn’t stop moving because of the maddening, burning itch in her ass and on her nipples. she no longer cared about the sight she was presenting to these anonymous guests. If she could cum right there in front of all of them, she would. her struggles elicited endless comments, which only served to drive her arousal to ever-increasing heights. If only her Master and Mistress were here to take her and use her… she hoped that They would be proud of her.

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Life in L.A. is tricky. I know most people think all Angelenos do is hang out by the pool and have pedicures, but such is not my reality. After my initial night with my slave, Michael, we didn’t see each other for a few weeks. I was busy on the set, dealing with a particularly complicated medieval drama; I assumed he was recording or writing. It occurred to me that he might have gone on tour without telling me. If that was the case. I’d just have to seek him out when he got back home and spank his hefty ass extra hard with my studded paddle. One night after work I went out for dinner with a few co-workers at an industry hang-out – an old-fashioned steakhouse with roomy red leather booths that reminded me of the suburban restaurants my parents used to take me to as a kid. After ten minutes of being teased about being a vegetarian by my carnivore friends, I relented and ordered a filet mignon.

“Jeez, will you listen to those guys – thank God there’s no one here under 21!” my friend Alexia suddenly exclaimed, motioning toward a boothful of noisy men in a far corner of the restaurant.

I looked over and saw Michael sitting in another booth with some mates of his. They were comparing notes about various female companions when I thought I heard him say something about “a daft blonde tart with a whip.” Maybe it was presumptuous of me to think he was talking about me. Michael was certainly capable of maintaing a whole stable of daft blondes with whips.

“Excuse me,” I said, “I have to powder my nose.” I sashayed past the booth where Michael held court, making sure he got an eyeful of my butt in my tight jeans.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed

“You’re a class act, Michael. You’re allowed to call me, you know.”

“Damn, I didn’t see you there.” So I’m daft, huh? Your daft blonde tart –hmm.” “I meant it in a good way. Daft like şişli escort freespirited, ya know.” Yeah, try and talk your way out of it. There’s a long spanking in store, for you mister.” He slipped his arms around me, enveloping me like a bear capturing his prey,.and French kissed me full on the lips within full view of an amused waitress on her break. “I missed you.” I whispered in his ear, then coyly bit the lobe, teasing him with a pinch. “God, you get me hard just hearing your voice. I bet you ain’t wearing underwear.”

“Just a purple thong”. I purred. He liked that.

“C’mere sit with me”. He gripped onto me hard. “Oh, honey I don’t wanna be rude to my friends.” “They’ll understand.”

When we returned his buddies were sitting at my table, chatting up Alexia and the 21-year-old wardrobe girl. “Well, looks like we have the whole booth to ourselves. How about some dessert, Mr. Hanover?” What’s on special tonight?” “A delicious sugar-coated blow job.” I whispered. I sunk to my knees under the table and unzipped him, the most beautiful sound I’d heard since our first night together.

“Michael, ya ready to go?” One of his friends called. “Not yet – he said. “Leave without me. I have some business to take care of.” “Yeah, a daft blonde.” I heard one of them say as he walked out of the restaurant with the wardrobe girl. I played with him, kissing his cock and his balls, teasing him and getting him ready for the marathon to come. Then I quietly zipped him back up. Clandestinely sucking his cock in public wouldn’t cut it. I needed him full throttle inside me. ‘Cmere, let’s go to the loo. We hurried to the john. He backed up against the wall by the wash basin and I sucked him, dirty and lowdown, just like the street whores he’d gone to as a teen-ager. He slipped my jeans down over my hips then pulled taksim escort my thong down and slipped a finger inside my shaved pussy. “We shouldn’t stay away from each other for too long. It’s fucking unhealthy.” I wrapped my legs around him, forcing myself on top of him and we fucked. It was a joy to watch his cock plunge in and out. The reflection in the mirror magnified our merged bodies like a camera close-up.

“You’re a dirty fucking slut, ain’t you Michael? Fucking whore,” I tugged at his hair. You don’t care if the whole world knows what a whore you are. You’re proud of it. The more names I called him the harder he got. Outside the door, we heard Alexia and his friends laughing and flirting. “We’re gonna get caught then everyone will see how big and beautiful your cock is…all the girls will line up to fuck you all the men will be jealous.”

That did it. He came, showering his salty sweetness over my ass.

“Dirty bitch”, He laughed. His eyes flashed like the devil’s diamonds.

“Don’t talk about yourself, Michael” I said wiping myself clean with wet paper towels. “I don’t have any playthings with me. Maybe we should go to my place.”

What about your room-mate?” “She’s out of town.” “Yeah, let’s go,” he shuddered.

I drove home while Michael laid naked in the back seat I told him I didn’t like it when he wore clothes. It was 3 a.m. by the time we got in, and we ran like naughty teen-agers from the parking garage to the elevator, carefully checking the hallway for potential witnesses before we ran to my room.

“How does it feel to be slave — do you like it?” We tousled each other playfully on top of my red velvet bedspread. I have the best mistress — that makes all the difference. He tweaked a nipple. I slapped his hand. “You never learn.” “Well, I thought you liked a topkapı escort challenge…” “C’mere, scoot over my knee…you’ve been eating too many double cheeseburgers. I’m gonna need an bigger paddle to spank your fat ass..” He looked genuinely hurt, and his brown eyes drooped like a sad puppy dog. “That’s not fair. I tried to stay in good shape for you. I haven’t even smoked in a month.” “Oh, that’s my good little boy.” I kissed his eyelids, then spanked him so hard I thought the force would crack my wrist. He let out a cry of pleasure and his cock stirred. I continued spanking him til his ass was bright red.

Funny, I had never considered spanking him to excess, but now that I had, I felt kind of ashamed, even though he seemed to enjoy it. His body readied willingly for another blow.

“That’s enough.” I said. “You get into bed and I’ll be right back.

He obeyed without any smart aleck protests, but leered at my ass as he watched me bounce into the hallway. I returned armed with a bag of tricks. First, I smoothed his sweet burning ass with some mint cream and watched him wince in relief. I stretched out beside him and mussed his hair. He was all relaxed now, almost romantic and girly sweet. “Roll over.” I commanded. “And sit up against the headboard.” He obeyed. I reached over and turned the lamp off and picked up a tall, tapered candle that had been burning on my night table. I tilted the candle and let hot wax drip down his chest. He leaned closer to me. to catch it to make certain it slithered down his stomach and past his navel. It stopped just short of his cock. “You’re not getting away that easy.” I said. Instinctively, he swerved away as I tilted the candle over his cock. “Now be brave. Don’t be a fucking baby . Take it.” I let the wax slide down the side of his cock.

There was nothing better than seeing that schizophrenic look of pleasure and pain cross his full red lips. I grabbed his cock and poured more wax on it, smearing it all over like a coat of paint It covered my hand his balls and his searing, hard cock with molten pink drippings.

Then I blew the candle out and the room went totally dark.

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Turning off the street and up the driveway, the first thing I noticed was Charlotte’s Ford Explorer, was not alone in front of the house. A black Toyota Solara, sat along side her vehicle, with a Civic parked behind that.

My wife, Charlotte was always popular in our town. Heading up our local PTA and having a seat on the City Council means, hosting luncheons at our house, was a common occurrence. I assumed that was the reason for the extra cars in the drive and along the street.

I pressed the button to open the garage door and was surprised to see a familiar beige Lexus in the space reserved for my car. My stomach twisted a bit at the sight, as I tried to think where I had seen this car before. I turned off the car and headed inside thought the garage like I had plan.

“It’s just a luncheon,” I told myself aloud, knowing full well that my wife was full of surprises. I love surprises which was the reason she and I fit together so well. If life ever got boring she wouldn’t just shake them up a bit, she would overhaul whatever she didn’t like, until she was satisfied with the results.

Taking in a deep breath I walked though the door, removed my jacket, and headed quietly into the kitchen. I could hear voices and laughter coming from the great room. They were a female so I decided to leave them alone. I got a coke from the fridge and made myself a sandwich. That’s when I heard it.

“Crack!” The unmistakable sound of Charlotte’s whip cracking along human flesh. I stood there frozen with the sandwich a few inches from my mouth, wondering if my mind had played a trick on me. Another loud crack broke me from my stupor and sent me running toward the great room.

Reaching the arched entryway, I was no doubt shocked to what seemed to be a completely normal ladies luncheon. Eight etiler escort women sat on our wrap around couch, sipping tea and snacking on scones Charlotte had made. The only thing more out of place then myself, was the naked man whose wrists had been tied to the iron sconces on either side of our fireplace mantle.

He wasn’t completely naked if you count having a red silk tie in your mouth as a gag. Never the less, these ladies had a full view of their hostage, who was being whipped by a young woman standing next to my wife. She was dressed in a pale blue business suit holding a whip that had laid open my back on many occasions, tightly in her hands.

“Oh, John, I didn’t think you were coming home for lunch today,” Charlotte said lightly as she came over to me. She kissed me on the cheek then took me by the hand to where the man was standing. I wasn’t really sure what to say to my wife. Her casual attitude towards torture could only be compared to something out of a horror movie. This man had her attention at the moment and I certainly didn’t want her to turn to me next. It was only an hour lunch break.

“Honey,” I managed to squeak out, “Do I want to know who that is?” I forced a smile looked back at the women who were unfazed and unaffected by Charlotte’s behavior.

She stepped away from me toward the naked man with the lowered head. Grabbing a fist full of his black hair, she pulled his head back for me to see his sweat covered face. I knew him alright, he was the owner of the Lexus in my garage. I had to force myself not to laugh and tried as best as I could to hide my amusement.

“So, what did he do?” I said curiously. Charlotte twisted her fingers in his hair, then pulled tight, jerking the man’s head back further. She looked at the mecidiyeköy escort woman standing next to her.

“Susan, I want you to tell John, what the pig here did to deserve this.” She instructed the woman with the whip. Charlotte began scratching the man’s already marked back with her nails, drawing blood where the skin was thin. The young women looked up at me with fire in her eyes.

“He gave me a lousy bonus for my three year review.” She began. “I work for six days a week, eight hours a day, for him. I am constantly getting his lunches and dry cleaning, not to mention all those parking tickets from when his car was in the shop and I let him borrow mine.” Her grip on the leather whip was so tight that her knuckles turned white.

“You still never paid me back for those, Bill. Was a decent bonus to much to expect, you cheap bastard?” Susan finished. Charlotte released Bill’s hair and took a step away from him. I watched Susan pulled back to thrash him again, putting all her strength into the next five strokes.

I could see the arousal on the face of my beautiful wife and it made my cock harden. I glance at the women on the couch once more. They all were silent, watching with intensity as this scorned secretary took her boss down a few dozen notches. I knew some of these women and their partners (who laid them once in a blue moon). But even the ones I had never met before were staring lustfully at this display.

Charlotte retrieved a four ounce jar of IcyHot from behind a picture on the mantle, then gave it to Susan. She smiled and winked at me. I shivered slightly, knowing from experience what was coming.

“Susan, I want you smear this all over Bill’s back and make sure to be generous with it. There is no need for us to be as şirinevler escort stingy with him as he was with you, ” Susan did as she told. Bill began to twist underneath her hand as the mussel rub began to burn. “Good. Now, Susan, I want you to coat his cock the same way. Then I want you to stroke him until you think he is about to cum, then stop.” Susan didn’t hesitate. She stroked and pumped him with obvious excitement.

My cock pressed painfully against my pants as I watched Bill writhe and moan despite the gag from Susan ministrations. He bucked against her with need and Susan took that as he queue to stop. Charlotte then turned to me and I knew what she wanted. This wasn’t just Bill’s punishment, this was my wife entertain her friends and I was part of the show.

“Well done Susan. John, finish him off.” Charlotte said. I was thrilled that she commanded me. She was trying to impress her friends and I was not going to let her down with a poor performance. I moved to kneel in front of Bill.

“Oh, and John, I just had the carpets cleaned so let’s not make a mess.” I have her a seductive stare and a slow nod. Taking Bill’s throbbing member in my mouth I heard several women gasp as I sucked him. I knew my wife would be pleased with a shocking performance. So I grabbed Bill by the ass and slammed his cock into my mouth and down my throat.

Already so close, he came quickly with a roar from under the silk tie, shooting his load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of the thick liquid, making sure not to get any on the carpet. I stood up and pulled the gag from Bill’s mouth.

“So, Bill, you have anything to say to Susan?” I asked him. Bill spent and breathless, looked at me then to Susan.

“Cash or will a blank check do?” The women could no longer contain themselves and broke into a round of laughter and applause. I saw pride in Charlotte’s face and blew her a kiss.

“Well thanks for lunch Bill, but I have to be getting back now.” Giving him a final slap on the ass, I looked my lawyer over in a judgmental fashion before I turned to go. “By the way, this one was pro-bono .”

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T/they settle snuggly together on the couch unwinding after a long late summer day. Soft jazz drifting on the air as dusk turning to dark settles into the room. The temperature finally cooling as the fan above them softly brushes a soft breeze over them. She sits in His lap, His arms loose around her. One arm lies softly around her back, stroking the soft skin at her side carelessly playing with the side of her bra. The other hand rests lightly on her stomach as she plays with His hair.

Her fingers slide lightly through the dark hair just growing beyond completely tidy, happily mussing it and burying her face into His neck. She blows lightly in His ear murmuring small pleasing sounds, turning her body toward Him she slides her leg across and straddles His lap. Her soft cotton panties rub soft against Him as her dress gathers at her waist. Lightly licking and nibbling along His throat, her other hand strokes down the strong expanse of His chest through His shirt. Lightly, she traces around each nipple flicking her thumbs lightly across them as she wiggles softly against His bulging jeans in His lap on the pretense of getting more comfy, feeling it get larger as she does.

Stroking her hand down His chest she moves across His soft abdomen to brush lightly across His cock trapped inside His jeans, slowly sliding along His thigh before returning to the large firm bulge between them. Settling her hand firmly along its length she squeezes her hand and rubs along the warm ridge beneath. Smiling upon hearing a soft rumble of pleasure from deep in His throat she rubs more firmly, encouraged as His breath increases a little as she moves her attentions to His mouth kissing him lightly with biting little kisses and love bites, a quick teasing smile on her face…

His hands begin to roam familiarly over her breast and belly caressing and fondling her breasts softly. Her touch and kisses engrave themselves into His body, like a fiery brand, as the bulge in His jeans becomes more pleasantly uncomfortable. His breath quickens with the pleasant warm feeling growing in His groin as she deepens the kiss lightly playing with His tongue as if it were a new play toy. Her hand roams from His hair around His ear lightly twirling her finger over the sensitive skin sliding down to drag a finger over His throat feeling His intake of breath and quick swallow. her fingers find the small buttons on His shirt. Taking slow delight in teasing each button open with a practiced hand, she works her way casually down the front of His shirt.

Lightly she scratches and rubs down the center of His chest. Dragging her nails lightly over His suddenly goose fleshed skin loving the expanse of His chest… the dark springy curls she drags her nails through…the tight small nipples nestled there . . . her fingers tickle across to His nipples rolling them between two fingers softly before continuing with the buttons. The firm skin beneath her hand rises and falls heavily as she feels His heart beat beneath her hands… the scent of His cologne drifting staggering through her senses. Finally she reaches the bottom of the shirt to find she is sitting against the last button to be undone.

Grinning impishly she lifts and rocks her hips softly into His groin. The solid warmth of her breasts hanging heavy her nipples taut with her arousal sway slowly as she swings her legs over His lap and on to the floor between His knees to kneel softly where she might reach the last button. The soft skin under her arms rests warm against His thighs as her breast press firmly into His crotch. His hands falling from her body to rest relaxed on His thighs. Finally freeing the final fastening she spreads the light cotton of His shirt and runs both hands tantalizingly up the warm skin of His chest.

Flicking her thumbs lightly over both nipples as she leans against Him to lightly tease then lick across each one He mutters a soft groan as her teeth scrape over them before moving higher to kiss a trail of biting little kisses to His mouth. Her hips firmly pressing into His now obvious arousal stretched tight into His jeans as her soft belly presses into Him, molding to His arousal, spreading His thighs wider. Wriggling just a little against Him she hears His pleasantly rumbling sounds as she smiles up at Him with love and hunger in her green eyes.

She looks up to Him to meet His eyes with love so complete and trust so unwavering that His heart skitters in His chest. The longing in her eyes grows to encompass His as He takes her hands from His lap and pulls her to her feet catching her face gently in His hands He slowly lowers His mouth to take hers into a deep tender kiss. Pulling back slightly, He takes her hand and walks her silently to the bedroom stopping near the bed … staring deep into her eyes. She pulls her hand from His to slide the soft cotton shirt from His shoulders her nails lightly dragging down His arms as she drags the sleeves down … eyes roaming His body as she reaches for ümraniye escort the snap on His jeans.

The fastening pops open as their eyes meet again. her eyes smoldering as the growing hunger shows within them, pulling the denim softly from His hips. Freeing His stiff cock from His underwear, they slide down His thighs. she lets the jeans fall to the floor as He steps from His clothes to stand naked before her. His pulsing straining cock brushes against the cloth of her dress as He presses against her to unzip the dress from her body. His hands pull at the material to let it softly drop to the floor in a flounce of fabric, leaving her standing in a satin soft slip, soft white bra and panties.

Her hands stroke and caress over His chest and belly drifting to stroke him softly in her hand as He slips the strap from her shoulders… eyes never leaving each other as the passion and heat are tempered by the tender moment. With soft smiles on their faces the slip joins her dress on the floor. Reaching behind her to undo the fastening on her bra she steps into His embrace her arms around him, her cheek pressing softly into Him breathing in His scent … man and sweat and Him… Sighing softly as the clasp is released her heavy breasts are freed from confinement. The sudden brush of the air causes her nipples to harden. Shivering she presses them in to His …

He kneels down in front of her. His hands holding her hips as He kisses her belly. The sweet hot smell of her drenched heat, tantalizingly close, He moans softly losing Himself in her scent. Slowly He strokes His hand down her sides pulling her panties with Him. As the silky fabric is lowered so is His mouth as He kisses and licks His way down her abdomen to leave a single sucking kiss right at her clit the warm taste of her arousal on His tongue as the panties float to the floor. Rising again to His feet, He takes her hands and helps her step free from the scatter of clothing at her feet.

Sliding into bed together He lays on His back as she slides over to him. Kissing him full and deep as her hands roam over His ribs and chest. Feeling and exploring each inch as His hands move over those parts easily with in reach. Every favorite bit of flesh identified as she works her way to down His body to slip between His thighs. Kneeling up over Him her breasts hanging heavy over Him. Her nipples slowly pressing into Him as she leans down to kiss Him. T/their kisses turn to hungry drinks of each O/other as they exchange breaths.

She draws a shaky breath matching His as she moves slowly down His body. Small kisses echo over His flesh while she at first lightly teases and then bites at His nipples causing sharp pulls in His groin. Sliding her hand down His stomach, her hand presses against His belly as the softness of her hand grasps His cock firmly. She rubs her thumb lightly over the head of His cock, causing him to flex and pulse in her grip as His muscles contract

His fingers find their way to her lips, stroking lightly and teasingly, yet not quite sinking into her folds, brushing through the wet flesh soft enough to drive her mad with out letting her build too fast toward orgasm. Her need and excitement at pleasing Him arousing her fully as her drenched lips blossom bathing His fingers in her nectar. Fondling her breast He squeezes and massages them until they ache with need and desire. Wanting His mouth on them she positions herself so He might reach, whispering her need urgently into His ear.

Lifting one large breast to His mouth He gently takes the nipple between His teeth… holding it there, smelling the scent of her breast and His saliva as they mix through His system, sending electric shocks through His cock throbbing now beneath her soft hand. His tongue lathes over and around nibbling and sucking while her hand on His cock strokes with growing confidence.

She looks down to him with longing, joy, and lust in her eyes as she slowly moves down His body her heavy breasts swaying softly as her nipples, hard with desire drag slowly over His body. The sensations of the tightened sensitive nipples tingle as they scratch across the dark scatter of hair the softness of His belly slipping beneath her straining breasts. Trailing kisses down His belly as her green eyes sparkle even in the dark moonlit room. Her fingers flow along His sides, enticing a small shiver as she turns running soft gentle hands over His thighs and between them to cup His balls lightly in her hand. She caresses Him firmly up and down along the shaft of His rock hard cock.

His hand reaches and strokes softly against her ass presented perfectly for His view as she twists her body over Him, lifting each leg slowly scooting back carefully she kneels bending over beside Him her ass presented invitingly toward Him, the soft dew covered lips and the pink evidence of her desire even in the pale light slipping His hand slowly between her thighs, He finds her dripping slit avrupa yakası escort and strokes softly into her. Occasionally dipping His long fingers inside to capture her wet clit between His fingers, He drives her slowly to moan and wriggle as she concentrates on her prize.

Her hands explore lightly and tenderly as she licks her lips hungrily. Reaching with her tongue she licks tenderly at the opening at the tip of His cock before running it lightly all around the swollen head covering it in her wet mouth with a sucking kiss. she pulls her mouth away and looks at Him her breast hanging and swaying as she turn to look over her shoulder. He tips His hips toward her encouraging her to continue as she licks and tickles her way down the shaft to the base and back up to take it again into her mouth. Her teeth scrape ticklish sensations along the head of His cock.

Quickly she sinks her mouth wet and hot down in a long gasping suckle as He plunges two fingers suddenly deep into Her waiting pussy with a slurping sucking sound as He moves slowly in and almost all the way out. She can feel the head of His cock bump softly against her throat the head tickling her as her throat opens to accept it spasming lightly against it as it swells and throbs with in her mouth. He gives in to the urge to thrust as He moves softly in and out of her mouth. Pushing her self down onto His hand she hungrily sucks and licks up and down along His cock, massaging lightly over His balls, her desire and His growing hotter and closer. The fire in her belly threatens to consume her as He strokes her toward orgasm.

Pulling her mouth away she blows her hot breath over Him while she licks her way down His shaft her hands eagerly exploring the soft skin on the inside of His thighs. She reaches His balls and licks them both in turn taking them one, then the other to suckle them lightly in the heat of her mouth only to cause them to contract with the coolness of the air when released. her hand continues to stroke him, keeping the rhythm steady and building. Her moans and whimpers tell Him she is getting close and closer. His fingers twist slightly inside her as He rubs slowly at her clit with a thumb… As she pulls her mouth away panting her hand clutching at His cock, she whispers a single strangled “Please….”

He strokes her head and drags His fingers lightly into her hair, soothing and encouraging her at the same time. He slows His hand not allowing her that release. Then, firmly pressing against her clit, He keeps her at that constant edge that He knows she loves, as she works her way back to the head of His cock to take it all the way deeply into her mouth sucking harder as He thrusts more urgently to her. she moans making soft vibrating tickles against the hard cock buried now deep in her throat.

He groans softly a harsh rumble from His throat as she pulls Him quickly to His own release. Feeling His balls tighten and His cock swell slightly in her hand, she feels the sudden quickening throb of His cock. His hand wrapped now into her long hair pressing her urgently deeper… trapping Him deep inside her throat as He cums in hard torrid streaks. she swallows instinctively … sucking and drinking every drop of His hot cum down into her eagerly waiting belly..

The hand on her head relaxes and she slowly suckles Him clean on her way up … murmuring softly as her own need lays anxiously deep inside her, a rolling fire trapped still with in her belly, she smiles with the joy in the knowledge of pleasing her Master. He pulls His fingers from her with a sucking soft sound. Guiding her around into His arms, she rests panting, for He would not allow her to cum this time… as she lays back fitting perfectly into the hollow of His shoulder listening to His deep even breathing as He strokes her hair and kisses her head. For she never knows how or when He plans to let her cum for Him

Lying quietly together each lost in the loving moment, His breathing slows as He drifts off to sleep holding her close and warm against Him. she strokes her hand along His chest lightly playing in the hair there, relaxing and settling Him to His dreams as she joins Him there..

~*~*~*~*~

She stirs lightly as she feels a soft touch against her cheek. Opening her eyes she sees Him, His face inches from hers. His hand stroking her cheek lightly, waiting patiently for her eyes to focus, for her mind to return from her dreams.

“Good morning baby… come now… time to get O/our day started…” slowly His hand travels down her body caressing and lovingly stroking all her privately needful places. His thumb brushes arousingly across each nipple as He props himself up on an elbow… His dark eyes intent on hers, dropping His gaze to her breast as she sighs. He watches her nipples tighten to tiny peaks. Smiling He moves on, lightly stroking her body, bringing her need slowly awake. Brushing across her belly and down to her soft silky mound, ataköy escort His hand rests just lying splayed across her. He leans down and kisses her softly at first, then deeper and harder as His hand lowers to cover her slit completely.

Her free arm raises to His hair .. Holding him to her mouth. Sinking into His kiss. Feeling her body rouse to His touch. Slowly He strokes her soft lips open. His fingers moist with her heat as He opens her slowly. Rubbing softly against her clit every so often … she mewls soft little sounds into T/their kiss. His hand disappears a moment and she whimpers, arching her hips toward His retreating hand. Soon she feels the press of a small plastic egg. He slips it softly past her folds and into her tight opening. Following it with His fingers inside her to rest deep with in her where she can’t even feel it. Stroking her g-spot a moment as she starts to moan softly around their eagerly exploring tongues before with drawing His fingers.

Suddenly she feels the vibration deep inside her as He gently rubs across her clit. Her heart jumps and liquid fire seeps through her and the vibrating egg rumbles deep inside. Holding the remote in the hidden hand … slowly He works her higher and higher. she moans and writhes, pressing her hips up into His working fingers..

Taking her cue He presses harder as He rubs, watching her reactions, waiting for her to get to that sweet treacherous edge. Finally as her cries mount He clicks the vibrations off and pulls His hand away all in one movement. she whimpers and begs “Please love.. Let me cum for You… please?”

Smiling down at her He shakes His head. “Not just yet precious… soon… come on… get up… get ready… we are going up to the park today remember?” With a final kiss He climbs out of the bed. Leaving her to come down on her own, slowly regaining her mind.

Pulling the covers from her naked body she dresses carefully in a black bra and panties, a soft plaid flannel and snug fitting jeans. She heads to the bathroom… emerging a few minutes later brushed and ready for the day..

Driving through the winding roads He keeps her lightly on edge… switching the vibration on occasionally … smiling at her as she squirmed happily in the seat beside Him as He runs a hand softly over her thigh. Reaching the park they climb out of the car grabbing the nap sack He had packed with a lunch while she is busy fixing her boots. Pulling a case from the back He pulls out His camera and drops a few rolls of film into the knapsack… Seeing her bent over… her ass firmly framed in the tight jeans.. Shapely thighs her long dark hair swinging lightly in the breeze as she ties her boot..

click

She hears as He focuses on her through the view finder.. Rising.. she turns to Him.. Grins “What was that for?”

Smiling back… “I couldn’t resist… that ass was just soo lovely looking..”

Giggling she looks back over her shoulder at her bottom. “naaa nothing special there…”

Stepping close He raises her chin with a finger. Brown eyes stare into her green ones.. “I’ll be the judge of that. Understand Me?”

“Yes love… ” she whispers… Swallowing hard. “I understand…”

Nodding His head… “Good.” His smile returns as He takes her hand and they head off toward the trailhead. The old growth forest in front of them as they walk toward the well traveled trail to the falls. The cedars and pine rise tall and majestic as the green cast of moss and fern tinge the very air a light green.

As they step into the forest the temperature drops several degrees the light darkens as she steps down the trail. He follows a few paces behind her watching with intense interest the soft sway of her hips the flow of the thighs and ass flexing and un flexing as she hikes the trail.. her long auburn curls bound loose and swinging softly with her steps. The knapsack slung over her shoulder catches her hair pulls the curls free to softly flow with the slight breeze. The dappled sun shining through the soft curls.

Her eyes slowly adjust to the dimmer light the cool breeze and temperature blow across her neck causing a soft raise of gooseflesh as her nipples contract lightly.. showing tiny peaks through the soft flannel of her shirt. The ground dark and rich beneath her feet is covered in pine needles and crushes softly. Off the trail a thick carpet of deep green moss covers almost every surface along with lacy ferns, shrubs and fallen nurse logs..

Her shoulders rise as she breathes deeply the oxygen thick air filling her lungs. The biting scent of decay mingles softly with the pine and cedar of the ancient old growth. Watching her take in the glory of her new environment He presses the button on His small remote control. Her stride slows and a startled look crosses her face as arousal grows and shines in her eyes. The vibrations deep within her kindle the fire rumbling deep in her belly

Looking to him with a question in her eyes. Smiling He focuses the camera to capture the change of her face from awe in the beauty of the forest to desire

Click

Shaking His head He lowers the camera “No baby, just enjoy it… feels good?”

A slow blush creeps over her cheeks shining on the skin of her sun dappled face. “Yes , love, very good thank You”

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Shane laid in bed, completely exhausted from hours of endless teasing. Michelle had iced down his cock, still barely being able to contain it in chastity.

“I’m sorry that you made me lock you up slave. I was really enjoying using My cock.”

“Please. Please unlock me. Please use me some more. Please let me fuck you! You’re driving me crazy!”

“I know.” She laughed and leaned in to kiss her husband.

“I’m just giving you what you want my love. We both know that you can’t get enough of this.”

“No, no. I think I’ve had enough now. Tonight has been amazing. Thank you. Thank you so much. But I’m begging you, seriously. Please let me cum. My cock hurts so bad.”

“I see that. It’s bulging out through the bars. Poor, pathetic slave.”

She leaned down and licked his cock through the bars. It was swollen and purple and pressed tightly against the cage. Pre-cum still dripping. She took his caged cock into her mouth and he moaned and squirmed.

“Do you want me to fuck you again slave?”

“Yes, please.”

“I need to hear you say it. Beg for it and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please. Please fuck me Mistress! Please. I’ll do anything. I need it. I need you. You’re fucking perfect. You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. Please fuck your pathetic slave.”

“I love it when you’re so eager! Good boy. Ok. I’ll fuck you.”

She got up from the bed and went to the closet. When she came back into the room, Shane realized he should have been maltepe escort more specific. She laughed at the expression on his face as she stroked her strapon cock.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?” She laughed.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it. You’re always bugging me to fuck your ass. I told you, tonight I’m going to make all your fantasies come true. You’re welcome.”

She moved to the bed and stroked her fake cock in front of his face.

“I’m going to untie you now. But remember, if you try anything I’ve hidden the key to My cock. Trust me, you won’t find it. So I suggest you be a good little slut boy for me. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

“Good boy. Much better. If you’re good I promise I’ll unlock you and give you the best orgasm of your life. Maybe I’ll let you cum on my tits? I know how much you love that.”

“Thank you Mistress. Thank you!”

She untied him from the bed and let him rub his sore wrists for moment. Relaxing his body somewhat for the first time in hours.

“Ok slave. Now get on your knees and beg to suck my cock. Remember, your eagerness turns me on. You want to please me right?”

“Yes Mistress.” He sank to his knees in front of her.

“Please Mistress. Please may I suck your cock.”

“Is that all? You call that begging? Try harder, or maybe I’ll just leave you locked up for another month until you’re actually desperate.”

“No! Please pendik escort no! Please Mistress, I need to suck your cock. I want to suck your cock. I’m your slave. Your fucktoy.”

“My slut. Say it. You’re my naughty little whore that loves cock. Say it slave.”

“Yes Mistress. I’m your whore. I’m your slut. Please fuck my mouth with your cock. Please let me humiliate myself for you. Anything to please you Mistress.”

“Anything?”

“Yes Mistress, anything. Just please, please unlock my…Your cock.”

“Start sucking slut.”

Shane eagerly took the strapon into his mouth. He tried to simulate what Michelle did when she sucked his own cock. He was embarrassed, knowing that his wife wasn’t truly into the whole strapon thing. But as he looked up she seemed to be enjoying the show. As he sucked on the dildo, she could feel the other end grinding into her clit. She let out a soft moan.

“Good boy. You like sucking my cock don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”

“That’s a good cocksucker. Mmm, just like that. I think you can take it deeper.”

She placed her hand on the back of his head. Forcing him to swallow more of her strapon. He gagged and choked as she pulled back out.

“Don’t worry slave. You’ll get better with practice.”

She looked down and saw that a puddle of precum had formed beneath his cage.

“You really do love this slave. You’ve made a mess. Better kurtköy escort clean that up like a good slut.”

Shane quickly started licking his precum.

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Ok slave. I’m ready to fuck you now. Get on the bed, lay on your back.”

He obeyed and laid on the bed. Pegging was always more of a fantasy, when they had tried it before he found it hurt significantly more than he had expected. She generously lubed her strapon and then worked on loosening his ass with a well lubed finger. When he was ready, she put the head of her cock into position.

“Relax slave. Don’t make this hard on yourself. I’ll start slow, but by the time I’m done I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Just like I like it, just like a whore would want it. But first, you need to beg me again.”

“Please fuck me Mistress. Please fuck my ass. I’m yours to use, please use me.”

“As you wish slave.”

She slowly thrusted into his ass. He relaxed as best as he could. She watched his face twist in pain, she continued to press into his body until every inch filled him up. She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned down to kiss him. He relaxed more as he enjoyed making out with this sex goddess he was lucky enough to be married to. She slowly started to slide out of his ass. After a few minutes she picked up the pace. Watching his swollen cock still try to break free of its cage the entire time.

“Flip over you little whore.”

She pounded into his ass from behind. He moaned and grunted as he got fucked. Caught in a strange place between pain, pleasure, and humiliation. The thrusting eventually leading to yet another orgasm for Michelle.

Once she had finished she walked away to clean up. Shane stayed on all fours. Waiting obediently for his mistress.

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Cindy signalled to the women in the car as she spoke into her phone.

“Yes, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I won’t let you down, transmitter’s now on, see you later.” Cindy adjusted the tight pink skirt she wore, lifting it high to expose her soft white thighs; her slender legs now fully displayed with white knee-length socks and red sandals. Her pert little breasts showed her excitement by way of her nipples poking through the tiny black boob-tube; her white exposed shoulders brushed either side by her ginger pig-tails, a sweet face with slightly up turned freckly nose, green eyes and red lipstick pout. Though she had done this several times before, the thrill of being fucked by a mature male had her pussy nicely aroused in her tight satin panties. She crossed the road and entered into the mall car park, making sure the device in her clutch bag was on.

Fenton grinned as he poked his head from the old Impala; it was distinctive, but not that distinctive in this part of the world, painted black it was almost bostancı escort obscure amongst the candy coloured Mustangs and Chargers that frequented the suburban sprawl. His cock stiffened as he viewed the nubile Cindy; she lowered her head as she smiled softly, expertly increasing her jail-bait appeal tenfold. Fenton took a swift look around and then ushered her into the car; her white thighs glowing against the black leather upholstery. At 45 Fenton was as old as the Impala’s bodywork, but had little interest in women his own age; this was to be changed for him very shortly, as his cock surged as rigid as the gearstick he now shifted, his fate was sealed.

Cindy had been particularly easy to entice to this appointment, but this didn’t arouse any suspicions in him; he’d had many nympho teens before, the expertise of a mature man being preferable to the usual spotty youths. Cindy’s hand reached across and fondled his cock as they drove to the outskirts of town. Her enthusiasm ensured he concentrated on what was ahead, in his anxiety to get her somewhere remote, and quick.

Long, elegant nylon-clad legs squeezed at the accelerator and brake pedals in the stately and modern compact Chevrolet which followed 300 yards or so behind the Impala. In the passenger seat an equally elegant woman in her fifties clicked away with her digital camera on zoom. The brunette and shapely middle-aged driver to whom the legs belonged smiled as the camera snapped away.

“He’s in good shape Lauren; I think Hortense Montgomery would be pleased to have his services.” The auburn haired photographer laughed as her delicately manicured fingers rested from the shutter button for a moment.

“Oh how sweet that would be! From slim young girls to that fat domineering matron… yes Marlene that would be very fitting kadıköy escort come to think of it.” The two drove straight on as the Impala took a dirt track to the left. The two carried on a few hundred yards and waited for the dust to settle before doing a U-turn and driving sedately up the track so as not to disturb the dust.

Fenton brought the Impala to a stop, half hidden by trees, just off the track to Mason’s farm; which had been derelict for the past few years. This had been a favourite spot with him in recent weeks; no chance of being disturbed here. He lowered the seat slightly and coaxed Cindy into the rear where the bench seat offered a more comfortable approach. She played a little coy for a few moments while Fenton made the standard amorous gestures, kissing her soft red lips and squeezing her tiny waist. He then thrust his hand down between her legs impatiently, feeling her sweet camel-toe through panties which were now wet with arousal. Cindy let out a soft vulnerable moan, making Fenton’s cock bob up and down as he wrestled to free himself from his jeans with the other hand.

Cindy now lay back with her legs in the air eyeing his stiff cock lustily. He near ripped off her panties and surveyed the beautiful tight little hairless pussy before him. Cindy spread her legs obligingly as Fenton went down and licked at the sweet feminine essence. He was really going to enjoy fucking this one. Cindy moaned as Fenton slid his stiff cock into the hot tightness of her pussy, her white socked legs with knees bent, wavered as Fenton jerked back and forth in ecstasy as he approached orgasm, oblivious to the needs or feelings of his youthful conquest. He also remained oblivious to Cindy’s practised change of facial expression as she viewed the camera at the window; she now portrayed a young girl kartal escort in some distress.

The two women waited until Fenton grunted with pleasure and bucked uncontrollably, Cindy now whinged through crocodile tears, as she too managed a sweet orgasm, enhanced by the satisfaction of pleasing her mistresses. Fenton jumped in shock as the door was swung open; the camera catching his dripping cock in all its glory as he pulled it, spent, from the nubile Cindy.

Lauren snapped away before passing the camera to Marlene who strolled back to their car, parked 100 yards or so down the track. Fenton again wrestled with his jeans as he watched the shapely woman strut away with the camera. Lauren stood in his way to ensure he didn’t bolt for Marlene and the evidence, she looked at him sternly.

“Sex with under-age girls; you can imagine how that would go down in court in this state. You can also imagine how the other inmates at the pen would view that too.” Fenton brushed past Lauren and thought of running after Marlene to grab the camera; these were only two women after all. Lauren noted his anxiety.

“I hope you’re not going to do anything which would add assault to those charges; unless you’re considering murdering three women, little Cindy here has your DNA tucked away inside her, the camera would just be an afterthought.” Fenton pulled at his hair as he looked at Cindy, who was busy replacing her panties, with a smug look on her face. At nineteen, she looked a good four years younger than her actual age, and she wasn’t about to let Fenton know the truth; he belonged to the ladies now.

Fenton, who was now as white as a sheet, looked first to the sky and then at Lauren, who crossed her arms and smiled assertively.

“Of course, there is an alternative to prison.” She handed him a card and helped Cindy from the Impala.

“If you’re not at that address by 2:30 tomorrow, the police will be treated to a picture show.” Fenton breathed a sigh of relief as the two walked back to the waiting Marlene. He leaned on the roof of the car and was close to throwing-up with fear. Just what did these women want from him?

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The next morning I woke up hoping I didn’t dream about yesterday. It had been three years since I felt that way about anyone. Sarah made me feel younger just by being near her. I got up, fixed Jack’s breakfast, started the coffee and prepared lunch for Jack. It was Monday so I had to take Jack to preschool before I started my day. Once I quickly made his lunch, we got in the car and I took him to school.

The day seem to drag on as I went to the head office to pick up some plans needed to make sure the contract was perfect. As I walked into the plans department my friend Bill stopped me.

“So Tim how’s Sarah been working out for you? I know you needed that extra help with Jack.”

“She fantastic.” I said chuckling. “Really she’s a sweet heart. Jack loves her. She’s never late. I’m glad you recommended her.”

“Yeah When Karen needed the extra help with Sammy before Kitty was born she was there for us. Honest and caring with everyone. Though to be honest.” He looked around to see if anyone was listening. “There was a couple time I wouldn’t have minded taking her somewhere to fuck her hard. Damn she had a nice tight ass.” He said elbowing me. “I’m pretty sure you have looked a few times.”

I smiled thinking if he only knew.

“Well. I got to get back to my home office to finish this contract in time. I’m trying to get it done before I have to pick up Jack.” We shook hands and I left the building.

As I drove back home my thoughts were on Sarah and her sexy body. I still could not believe she was my babygirl. Carrie and I wanted to get into Daddy Dom but it was too late by that time. After she died I didn’t have it in me to dominate any of the women I dated. Even the ones who wanted it rough couldn’t get me to do more than a light spanking.

But after Sarah started talking about it for her paper then proposed to me to be her Dom. The fire ignited again, waking me up in a way that only Carrie had ever done. Adding to the fact that she was a little just made it burn hotter.

Once I got home I went into my office and set to work finishing up the contract. It did not take me long to do it so I looked up some DD/lg stories online. I started reading when I heard the door open and close. I looked at the clock and it was only 1:30, too early for Sarah. I stood up and slowly made my way to the living room where I saw her bent over getting her laptop out of her bag. My cock was semi hard from getting ready to read, but when I saw her it swelled fully.

She was wearing a pleated mini skirt that flared out a bit showing of her white panties. I was able to see a cartoon character on them it was that short, especially when while she was bent over. When she stood up with her back to me. I watched her pigtails bounce as she moved her head. She was wearing a concert t-shirt, which I could tell by the cities and dates listed for the band. When she turned around she had a lollipop in her mouth and wire rim glasses on. She nearly jumped when she finally looked up and saw me standing there.

“Oh Tim. I didn’t realize you were still home. I didn’t see your car.”

“That’s because I cleaned out the garage today and now I can park the car in there.” I chuckled. “Now the question is why you are here this early?”

“Oh well my civics professor cancelled classes, so I figured I would come early and work on my project.” She said as she rolled the lollipop around in her mouth. I could see the glint in her eyes, she wanted me to take her. Not just make love to her, but throw her down and take her. I stepped up and reached for her arms just to caress them.

“Well we do have time before I have to pick up Jack. So why don’t we talked about limits and rules?”

“Limits and rules?” She repeated with the lust still in her eyes.

“Yes. Without them we cannot proceed into our Dom/sub relationship.” I took her hand and lead her over to the couch. I sat down gently pulling her into my lap. She was smiling big when I slid her down onto me.

“Let’s start with rules.” She nodded still sucking on her lollipop causing my cock to stir.

“Rule one. You are mine. So no one may touch you without my permission, and that includes yourself. That means no masturbating unless I allow.” She frowned at that thought but nodded.

“Rule two. You will always refer to me as Daddy, unless Jack is around then call me by name. When we are in the dungeon or you are being punished it will be Sir.” She nodded again.

“No Master?”

“Not from me. To me that denotes ownership. You would be a slave. I’ve only owned pendik escort one person. Her body was mine to do as I pleased. So I will only take the name on when that happens again.” She smiled nodding

“Rule three. You will obey at all times. Trust that I will push your limits but I will not break your trust or push you beyond what I feel you can do. Rule four. This is a must so it is the most important rule. Use your safe words…” He saw that she was confused. “Which we will talk about with your limits. Do not do something you are not comfortable with and use your safe words if it gets too much. It will keep me from pushing you too far and breaking your trust.” She was fidgeting. “Last rule. Be yourself. Do not try to change yourself to something you think I want or need. Always stay who you are, but if you feel you want to open yourself to something different then speak up and we will talk about it. Those rules must be followed at all times. Failure to do so will result in punishment, which gets more sever with each infraction.”

“Yes Daddy. Now what are limits? I don’t think I got that far in my research.”

“Limits my babygirl are what you will and will not do. There are mainly two limits, soft and hard. Soft limits are ones that you are curious about but you are not sure you will like them. Those we can slowly introduce into play in which you can then say yes or no. Hard limits are those that you will not do under any circumstance. We will not do those. Now you can move soft to hard as we try them and some people have move hard to soft as they explore more but that can take years so we’ll just start with a little bit then add as you explore yourself more.” She nodded. “Now are there any that you can think of right now say would be hard limits.”

She tilted her head up as she thought. It was cute as Jack does the same thing when he thinks. With her sitting in my lap I couldn’t help but stare at her neck. My mouth watered for a taste. I felt her wiggle and heard her giggle as she knew what I was thinking.

“Well Daddy, I would first say no pee or poop. I think that is just… ewww. Next would be no extreme pain. No children of course or incest. Other than those I’m open to try anything at least once. Although there is one thing I’m on the fence with.”

“What is that?

“I have read about knife play. It sound’s interesting but the pain and blood might be a bit much.”

“As I said we will go at your speed and do what you are comfortable with. As far as pain we will test your limit to what you can deal with. That will give us a starting point to see if you can push that threshold. I will tell you that knife play can be dangerous if not done right and I have experience with it so you will be safe in my hands. So today before I go pick up Jack I would like to spank you will my hand to test your pain level with my hand.”

“Yes Daddy.” She giggled as she wiggled in my lap before getting up and slowly pulling her white Disney Princess panties down. I patted my lap and she lay with her stomach over it. I pushed her skirt up and looked at her thick round ass. I rubbed my hand in a circle over to feel her soft skin.

“Ok babygirl 1 to 10 on pain level.”

“Just like a doctor’s office.” She giggled. I chuckled as I smacked one cheek lightly with the palm of my hand. She moaned “1”. I rubbed her cheek then smacked her other cheek slightly harder. “1” she moaned again. For the next three smacks, each harder than the last, she moaned 1. I continued to rub then smack. Each smack harder than the last. As I got to ten smacks she had gotten up to 5. The next five increased to 9. As I gave nearly the hardest smack my hand could give she whimpered “10 Daddy.”

Her ass was beet red when I delivered the last smack. I loved that color contrasted on her stark white skin. I lightly picked her up and placed her stomach down onto the couch.

“Hold still.” I went into my bedroom and picked up the aloe infused lotion. She was smiling as I walked back into the room carrying the lotion. I knelt down next to her as I poured lotion into my hand and proceeded to rub her ass gently with it. She moaned as my hands cooled from the lotion soothed her hot red ass. I murmured calming words just I would Jack when he had trouble sleeping.

By the time I was done rubbing the lotion in she has fallen asleep. I knew that trying to pull her panties on would wake her I decided to cover her with the blanket covering the back of the couch. I went back to my office to double check my work then noticed it was time to get Jack. I wrote a note for Sarah if she woke up then headed to get him.

When we got back anadolu yakası escort about a half hour later her car was still in the drive way. I opened the door front door and Jack ran into the house screaming. “SAWAH!” I heard her in the kitchen as he ran through the house looking for her. He came running past me and into her arms as she sat at the table doing school work. I smiled watching them as he told her about his day.

I walked up to her as Jack was getting off her lap. Just as I got near her the scent hit me. I looked at her and noticed the crotch of the pants she put on had a slight wet spot. When she looked at me I could see her downcast her eyes. She knew I could tell something was up. I looked around to notice Jack was gone so I growled loud enough for her to hear. She shivered at the sound.

I lowered my voice as I looked at her.

“I will ask you this once babygirl. Did you touch yourself?” She squeaked at the tone in my voice. Still not looking me in the eyes.

“Yes Daddy. I woke up smelling you on that blanket and after I saw the note I figured I should change and once I looked in the mirror and saw my ass, well….I…um…I….” She hung her head. “I couldn’t help myself so I went to your bed and played with myself until I…I…”

“Orgasmed?”

“Yes Daddy.” Her shoulders hunched.

“You know what this mean, right babygirl? Your first true punishment. After Jack goes to bed you will feel what is like to be punished.” She seemed to lose her voice so she just nodded. “So until then you will work on your project then if there is time you can play with Jack before your punishment.” She pouted then turned back to her work.

I started to prepare diner when I heard the two of them playing in his room. I paused a moment to see what they were doing. They were in the middle of his room with his G.I. Joes all around them pretending to fight each other. I chuckled and watched a smile come over her face. I went back to finish cooking diner.

As we ate I could see the tension in Sarah, not knowing what I was going to do to her. After diner I allowed Jack to watch a couple of his cartoons. Though he did not drag Sarah to watch with him, she was on her stomach laying on the floor with her legs bend at the knees and crossed at her ankles. I sat down on the couch and couldn’t keep my eyes off her sexy ass.

When the cartoons were over she took him to his bed read him a story then came back. I had flipped the channel to a crime show when she came back. She sat down on the floor in front of me. I lean forward and slide my hands over her tense shoulders. She leaned her head back and moaned as my fingers massaged her. About a half hour into the show I kissed the top of her head and stood up. Without a word I held my hand out for her and she meekly took it.

Quietly I led her to the dungeon feeling her body quiver with both fear and anticipation. I opened the door and pulled her in. After I quietly close it I turned around and led her to the spanking sawhorse. I gently bent her over the leather padding, grabbing her arms to stretch them out. I kissed each wrist before strapping them to the table legs in front of the sawhorse. I knelt down and spread her legs before kissing her ankles and strapping them.

I stood up and slowly pulled her pants and panties down. The scent of her wet warm pussy hit my nose hard. I grinned as I walked over to the wall. Looking over the floggers I grabbed a small starter flogger. Made from a light weight leather with about a dozen eight inch thin straps. I test it against my thigh to make sure she could handle this one. I see her flinch at the sound of the flogger slapping.

“Now babygirl you will feel your first punishment so I will go a bit light this one time. I warn you though I will not be so nice in later punishments.” She whimpered at the thought of me punishing harder.

“Since this is your first punishment I will instruct you through the process.”

“Yes Daddy. I mean Yes Sir”

“Now with a punishment you will count and thank me after every smack I give you. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I will always explain to you why you are being punished so you learn to obey the rules. Tonight you came without permission. Now this is your first lesson to understand you will do as you are told. 10 smacks with the flogger shall do tonight.” I heard her whimper. Without warning I flick the flogger over one cheek with a loud SMACK.

“AHHHHH… one… thank you Sir, another please.” I gave another SMACK to her other cheek. “Two… thank you Sir…may I have another?” I smack her ass over and over four more ataşehir escort times, crisscrossing each time and harder with each one.

“AAHHHHH three…four…five…six… thank you Sir…may I have another?” I flicked harder watching the red lines darken over her already red ass from this afternoon’s spanking. Each smack of the flogger causing her to whence and whimper. My cock was getting harder when each flick of it. SMACK, SMACK.

“Seven…eight…thank you Sir…may I have another?” I grin as I twist my wrist and swing from the side catching both cheeks. “NINE…thank you Sir…may I have another.” I wait several agenizing minutes as I see she is baring down waiting for it. I walk around her and kneel down.

“I know what you are doing babygirl and for that this last one will really be painful.” I stood up to lean over and swing very hard the straps hitting her clit hard causing her to scream out.

“OHHH FUCK SIR…TEN…DADDY PLEASE FUCK ME…YOUR BABYGIRL NEEDS YOUR COCK.”

“Since you were a good girl taking your punishment. I think a reward is in order.” I undo and pull my pants down, followed by my boxers. My hard cock bouncing up as the waistband of my boxers releases it. Lining my cock to her pussy I grab her hips and in one hard thrust I bury my cock deep. “OHHHH SHIT.” I started to pump deep and hard. Filling her pussy completely with my cock while my balls slap her clit.

“OHHH FUCK DADDY!!!! YOU FEEL SO GOOD!!!! KEEP FUCKING ME!!!” I thrusted harder and deeper my cock swelling.

“That’s it babygirl. I need to fucking fill you.”

“Do it Daddy. Fill your babygirl slut’s pussy with your hot seed.” Just the thought of impregnating her caused me to explode.

“AAHHHH FUCK BABYGIRL!!! CUM NOW!!” I slapped her ass very hard as I shot deep into her womb. My cock spasms with each shot as I hold deep into her pussy. The feel of my hot cum splashing her walls combined with my command causes her to spasm as well and her pussy tightens over my cock as she orgasms.

“OOHHH FUCCKK DADDY!!” Her body nearly lifting from the saw horse. I slowly pull my cock out and watch her shudder when the head of my cock slides over her sensitive clit. Smiling as my cum slowly oozes out of her glistening hole. Her breathing calming down as she slumped over the sawhorse.

Finally getting my strength back I pull my pants up and button them up. I knelt and unstrapped her ankles then pulled her pants and panties completely off. I stood up and walked around to unstrap her wrists. She groaned when I slowly pulled her up and lifted her into my arms. When my arms brushed her welted red ass she whimpered.

I carried her out of the dungeon and into my bedroom. As I laid her down I turned her body so she was on her stomach. I went to the living room and grabbed the lotion returning to the bedroom. I could see she was awake when she moved her head to watch me. I sat next to her and poured lotion into my hands. Just as with the spanking I gently rubbed the lotion on while we looked at each other.

“Ok babygirl. Tell me what you think about your first real punishment.” She leaned her head up and rested it on her hand to look at me better.

“First I will say that I trust you Daddy. I know you wouldn’t hurt me very bad, but I was so wet. I had to try hard to keep from cumming after each smack. I still feel the aftershocks from my orgasm. Daddy?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“I think…I think I love the pain. I might just be a painslut.” She said giggling.

“Well we will have to see about that. I went light on you today. Well light for me. I can punish much harder. Trust me I can leave some deep bruises.” I heard her whimper at that thought.

“I can’t wait to feel the other toys you have Daddy. In fact it’s making me wet thinking about them.” I grinned before leaning up to kiss her deeply. Pulling back.

“There is one thing I didn’t think about until now. Birth control.”

“Daddy. I want to always feel your cock in me without a condom. I am on birth control. But to be honest I have a fantasy about getting pregnant from your seed. Maybe someday I go off and we do it?” My cock throbbed just from her words. Oh I would love to spill my seed into her unprotected womb someday.

“Maybe after enough time so we can tell if we want to keep this.” I smiled knowing this was a topic that might come up every so often. “Anything else?”

“Well. I was enjoying being restrained. Can we do some rope play next time? I want to feel completely bound.”

“We can do that. Remember I am not only your Daddy, but I’ll be your teacher along the way. I know it will not only give you a better understanding of who you are but will also help with your paper.” I looked at the clock and it was still early. “Why don’t we watch some TV to relax and calm down a bit, then we can enjoy a nice round of love making.”

“Daddy. Let’s skip the relaxing part and go straight to the love making.” She giggled. Oh how I’m going to love this girl.

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Ch 2 – Toying with the Mouse

Helen’s answering machine had half a dozen messages on it when she got home. Most were from her father, “Miss you. Please call. We need to talk. I have something important to tell you.”

“Yeah, right, Dad,” she answered. She had no desire to talk to the man. He had walked out on her, hadn’t found the time to be there while she was growing up, and now suddenly, he needed to talk to her. She deleted the last of his messages and played the last one on the machine.

“Helen, it’s me, Jason. Your cellular was busy, so I called here. Anyway, I wanted to wish you luck tonight and I want you to call me after whatever it is that you have planned. That’s all.”

Helen was good at reading between the lines, especially where Jason was concerned. She knew that he was missing her and that he wanted to be with her tonight, but it just wasn’t possible. Jason wasn’t in love with her, but he still found it hard to share her with other men. Ryan was more than a rival for her time, he was a business rival; and Jason wanted to be sure where Helen’s loyalties were.

She pulled off her heavy sweater and pulled on a comfortable t-shirt and replaced her boots with fuzzy slippers. She pulled her mail out of her purse and made herself a cup of tea.

Helen knew Ryan’s routine rather well; he was the consummate creature of habit. He would spend the day in his office and then stop at the mall coffee shop to read the paper. He would check out his company’s product placement at the mall stores before coming home for the night. She knew that he liked to do his laundry very late at night when the building was quiet. She decided to spend the time waiting online. She checked out her snail mail while reading through most of her email. She ended up trashing a fair share of junk mail and spam.

She checked out a few kurtköy escort corporate web sites before deciding to hack into Ryan’s company site. She noted that there was a fair amount of security on the site and decided to wait. She stopped by Jason’s site and left him a very naughty message. “Wish you were here, you naughty boy. Here I sit with nothing on except a smile, rubbing my clit and thinking about how much I wish you could be here sucking it for me. I miss your agile tongue licking my nipples and the way your cock hardens as I suck on it. I miss how your cum fills my throat before I swallow every drop. I miss riding your hard cock while you tug on my nipple clamps until I come all over your lap. Tomorrow, I promise, I won’t miss you!”

She knew that Jason would be waiting for her at their usual rendezvous and that helped her get ready for Ryan. She wanted to reek of her sex when she ran into him later tonight and leaving this message made her wet. She replaced her fuzzy slippers with a pair of medium heels and replaced her t-shirt with a see-through shirt that made her rock hard nipples more obvious. She turned on her television and popped a tape into the VCR. She chose the one movie that she knew would only make her wetter and sat down on her couch.

When the movie was finished, she went to her bedroom and gathered the sexiest laundry she could collect, and grabbing her keys and some coins, she headed down to the laundry room. As expected, Ryan was there, sitting on top of one of the folding tables with a sketchpad. She entered the room, letting her heels tap loudly on the floor and dropping her basket on a nearby machine. She carefully removed each item of lingerie on at a time from the basket and placed it into the machine. She made her temperature selection and then dropped her quarters into maltepe escort the coin slots. She poured the laundry detergent into the machine, closed the lid and then looked around the room.

She shot a surprised look in Ryan’s direction. “Don’t I know you?” she asked.

Ryan looked up from his sketchbook and stared at her for a moment. “You’re the coffee spiller and paper ripper that I met at the mall, aren’t you?”

Helen was uncertain of his mood; she decided to take the apologetic route. “I’m sorry, I guess I’m a bit of a bull in a china shop. Am I disturbing you?”

“No, actually, I could use a break from all this peace and quiet.”

Helen turned away from him and headed towards the door.

Ryan scrambled from the tabletop and ran after her. “I’m sorry, please don’t leave. I mean, I don’t even know your name,” he stammered. “Mine’s Ryan Dalton,” he blurted out.

“Helen Parker,” she replied, limply offering her hand. He was standing close to her and she was certain that he could smell her pussy juice as it dripped down her legs. She glanced down at his chinos to see if he was interested in more than polite conversation. She was not disappointed.

Helen walked over to the folding tables with Ryan following close behind. She sat down and picked up his sketchpad. “Are you an artist?” she asked.

“No, a designer,” he said as he retrieved the pad, “and these are just preliminary sketches.”

“Can I see them?” she queried as she reached for the pad.

“No,” he answered abruptly. “Let’s talk about you,” he countered in an attempt to change the subject.

“What do you design?” Helen inquired as she stood her ground.

“I don’t like to talk about my work,” he stated dryly.

“Sorry I asked,” Helen responded as she slid off the table. She walked pendik escort over to her machine and inspected her lingerie’s progress. She let the lid slam back down and walked back over to Ryan. “I sell perfume in a department store,” she spoke in a subdued manner. “It’s not much of a job but it pays the rent!”

“And how do you pay for your dinner?” he asked pointedly.

“I date men,” she answered with a laugh. The smile on her face betrayed the joke, and Ryan laughed in response.

“Does that mean that you are open to having dinner with me?” Ryan asked smiling at her.

“Only if you ask me?” Helen shot back. Helen left the table to retrieve her laundry from the washer and started towards the exit.

“Aren’t you going to dry that stuff?” he shouted after her.

Helen ignored his question as she exited the laundry room and headed towards the elevator. On the way up to her apartment, she went over the conversation she had just had with Ryan. Helen realized that he wasn’t the easy mark that she thought he would be. She would have to get very close to the man to get what she was after.

She entered her apartment and hung her laundry in the bathroom to dry. She went online one last time that night to check for mail and to send a report to her boss. Joshua Radford would not be pleased at the lack of progress that she had made, but Helen really didn’t care at that moment. She answered the few other letters that has straggled in late at night and shut down her computer.

Helen then turned her attention to her answering machine. There was a single message that she almost deleted unheard. She hit the play button expecting it to be another plea from her father. “Helen, it’s me, Jason,” the message began. “I can’t meet with you tomorrow. Something came up and I have to go out of town for a few days. I’ll call you when I get back. Bye.”

Helen was not having a good night and found it hard to get to sleep. She had gotten comfortable with her arrangement with Jason and hated to miss their weekly appointment. As she drifted off to sleep, Helen had little idea of just how many things in her life were about to change.

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This is intended as the last chapter in the series which started with “Taining Rose” and continued on Literotica with “A Particularly easy Pony to Please” and “Saddleworth to Cannes.” charting Georgina’s progress through Pony-Girl training to the final of the P-G world series at Dream Land Las Vegas.

An elderly three engined Boeing 727 airliner was waiting for us at McCarran airport as we arrived just after dark, a 727 with cigarette burns on the varied hues of its filthy second hand upholstery , blues, greens some even in orange and red check, but despite the fact it smelled like a bear pit all three engines seemed to work and it took off easily enough yet almost as soon as it levelled off it seemed to start descending again through the darkness and the pilot announced, “This is your Captain speaking, don’t bother releasing your seat belts we shall be landing at Dream Land in less than five minutes.”

I sat by Tom a row behind Mummy and Daddy, I wondered why Mummy wore denim jeans and when I saw the state of the aircraft I realised why.

“Where on earth is Dream Land?” I asked but no one replied.

We landed in darkness, except for the landing lights which reflected brightly off the dusty runway and almost as soon as the aircraft stopped rolling we were sent down the built in stairway under the tail to the ground which it turned out was white salt, not asphalt and oddly as we went towards the buses an officer in military uniform checked us off against a checklist and directed us to the right bus while another group of soldiers kept guard.

“Excuse me, where exactly are we?” I asked nervously.

“Groom Lake Nevada, Ma’am,” The officer said proudly as if it should have meant something, “Pony Play capital of the USA.”

“Thanks,” I agreed, still none the wiser.

Tom and I were shown to military style bunks in barrack rooms intended for four men, and when we had unpacked we ate in a military style canteen, where we ate military size suppers served by military personnel in military mess tins and military mugs.

“Daddy what is this, its like a prison!” I demanded.

“Ah Pumpkin, most secure pace on earth outside Russia and Fort Knox, where they developed the U2 and SR 71.” he said.

“U2?” I queried in a blonde moment, “Aren’t they a rock band.”

“And the B2, and F111,” Tom added.

“You mean F117 Stealth fighter.” Daddy corrected him, “You can sleep safe in your beds here.”

He wasn’t kidding, you certainly couldn’t do anything else in them! Tom and I had to use the floor,and the wall beside the locker, and actually the height of the bed wasn’t too bad so we practised anal over the bottom of the bed just in case. I hate anal, I really do especially with the cold metal tube of a military bed digging into my tummy as Tom pounded into me, but all the great artists suffer for their art as Daddy says although what the hell that had to do with bending over the end of a bed while someone poked one’s bottom I really do not know.

Some idiot played Renville at six thirty a.m. over the Tannoy and then an American with a folksy hill billy accent announced , “OK will all Pony Play folks assemble in Hanger F23 at oh eight hundred hours local time.”

“What the hell do we need an hour and a half to do?” I asked.

Queue for the bathroom and showers that’s what.

F23 was something else, you could have put the Cannes complex into it five times, and as I all too soon found out we girls had to be signed in, tacked up and then kept in character for the rest of the event, which wasn’t funny, wandering around next to naked with your arms bound behind you and with a bit gag so you can’t talk, or at best a ring gag isn’t funny.

At least we had a well appointed stall each, treadle operated drinks dispenser, cereal dispenser, and yes I suppose if I had been born a genuine horse I should have been delighted.

Still there was a TV with a foot operated scroll down feature for channel changing, and when Tom came he showed me the comforter, yes a Dildo on a tripod, and with a spring loaded lube pump, absolute state of the art luxury for the discerning lesbian, but it was the sheer size of everything there seemed to be one hundred stalls, two banks of fifty, and nearly as many competitors, fifty for the main event for which there were heats so I understood, although as I later found they didn’t have the cross country element in the heats so they could be contained in warehouses, or an unfinished Shopping Mall for Northern California, but it seemed there was a personality assessment instead of the Cross Country like Pony-Show meets Miss-Universe which seemed incredibly bizarre.

I had been seeded a place as had a few other girls and at least five runners up had tagged along in case of no shows to ensure we had the fifty, while for the seniors I think around thirty seven “Girls” had been pried from retirement and surprisingly almost a third of them from Europe including Mummy

Nine o’clock was scrutineering, oh yes we had to be checked by a team of butch lesbians, mine was quite nice, “Just got to check you are a real girl not some maltepe escort Trans-gender freak,” she said as she sat me in one of those chairs they use for pregnant ladies, clamped my ankles in the stirrups, spread my legs apart and peeled my labia open to look inside.

“Do you feel that?” she said as she took my clit between her index finger and thumb.

“Mmm, nice!” I replied which made her smile.

“You’re English Rose eh?” she asked, “Winner at Cannes?”

“Yes,” I agreed, “That’s why I’m here.”

“Well you got your work cut out, there ain’t no sea crossing here.” she said.

“Were you there?” I asked.

“No but we all saw the video,” she admitted, “Gee ain’t your mom something!” she asked, “You’re straight I guess?” she said.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Shame,” she said and she pinned a badge to my corset, “You’ll do!” she said and she buckled the standard combined bit and ball gag in place and sent me on through to the holding pen where we were all squeezed up together while we waited for the Jumps to start.

The jumps were not funny, instead of fifteen inches they were about three feet high some very solid walls with rounded tops simply to slow some girls down and some very light poles.

I struggled round somehow, it was all very brutal compared to Europe, and the sheer size of the arena just swallowed the audience which as far as I could tell consisted of enlisted men and officers, although some highlights were shown on the huge LCD TV screens,mainly when somebody got it badly wrong and crashed to the floor.

I was shocked at the standard and amazed to come fourth, I didn’t believe it, until Tom told me some of the competitors actually fell over.

We broke for lunch, oh my god there was a weeks worth of protein in each portion, and that’s when I started noticing the logos on the girls tack, half of them seemed to be sponsored by Nevada whore houses and the rest by porno mags, I seemed to be the only one with the tack manufacturers logo, but it was the sheer mass of tacked up pony girls sitting down to lunch that was so overwhelming, just like a herd of exotic creatures with our breasts hanging out yet our arms released so we could eat burgers and fries where in Europe we would have been lucky to get Muesli in a bucket eaten without using our hands.

“How much you girls charge in England Girlie?” A buxom peroxide blonde asked me, as I sat picking at my half pound burger

“I’m at Uni.” I explained.

“So am I girl, but it don’t stop me charging a thousand dollars a night,” she lied, I doubted she made thirty dollars a time, but then again she did have some very impressive breasts, silicon but impressive!

The format was very weird because although they didn’t score it they still had the slot before Dressage for us to be interviewed like Miss Universe or something, and an Air Force General, Mark Ganassi did the interviews, with a microphone. I later realised the reason was so the Porn Studio reps who made up a sizeable part of the audience could get an idea of how well we could speak, as well as watching us get shafted in the Dressage.

We were kept back so we couldn’t hear the other girls answers, I was invited up fourth my finishing position in the Jumps.

“English Rose winner at Cannes, say how does the good ole USA compare?” he asked and aimed the microphone at me as I stood with my gag hanging loose.

“Badly!” I said.

“Ohh Kay,” he said somewhat taken aback by my honesty, “And what would winning this one million dollar porn film contract mean to you?”

“I would mean a lot to my Daddy because I am going to strangle him!” I announced loudly, “Daddy, you told me it was cash!”

“Hey, you’re a frisky one,” he said as I tried to walk off, “Jasper Raygun, star of “Ball Deep” and “Choked and Cummin,” is all set to be your co star, don’t you want his eleven inches of raw meat inside of you?” he asked.”

“No!” I protested and he tried to force my gag back in before I could say any more, “I Wanna see the contract,” I insisted.

“Sure, get her one Hank!” he requested and then “Hank” dragged me away off stage and sat me down in a chair and fished a copy of the rules from his back pocket.

“Here y’are,” Hank announced as he handed me the copy, and he held it for me to read, there were the closely typed pages and a mass of photographs, it wasn’t too bad merely the right to take up the role not a compulsion, three films at $ 334,000 each, no wonder the field was made up of whores and show girls, oh and the photographs were of Jasper’s smiling face and a certain other part of his anatomy measured against a 12″ ruler!

I barely had time to read the rules before Tom and I were called for Dressage, which meant me walking round in circles keeping my posture as near perfect as I could, with my thighs level as I high stepped, and of course the compulsory mount where I was supposed to look completely indifferent while Tom bent me over the mounting pole and took me from behind, luckily for me the thought of all those lusty Americans ogling my boobies and pussy pendik escort as I performed had me all lovely and wet and slippery but then Tom just scooped that moisture on his hand and smeared it on his tool and ignoring everything we had agreed he forced himself up my bottom, oh my god, it was agony and it made it such hard work trying to look indifferent, it really took some mind control, I really hate Anal.

Every fibre of your being says “Scream” but you can’t you have to remain impassive, Tom and I had practised diligently until we had nearly perfected our technique for taking my Vagina and as long as Tom got his angle of attack right and my clit started throbbing I just knew I would get a good score, but suddenly here he was throwing away the script, and going for the bottom for the chance of a few measly extra points, I just knew Daddy had something to do with it.

I settled down a bit so the rail rubbed my clit, and then it wasn’t so bad indeed I think I lost a bit when Tom came and I orgasm-ed, through rubbing my Clint at just about the same time because I think a tear or two fell from my eyes which detracted from the impression of indifference the pony should display under US/ European rules, and we lost the bit we gained for Anal over Vaginal anyway, did I mention that I hate Anal? but oh my, my tear was nothing compared to “Oriental Star IV” faux pas.

“Star” was seeded through from Shanghai, and Japanese porn-star Hatsumi Tanganaki, better known for his ten inch penis than his acting ability was acting as her trainer for some reason and as almost as soon as he touched her she began writhing and thrashing and wailing as if she was being torn in half, as indeed she was.

You see under East Asia rules they prize overt orgasmic display when mounted, reverse of our ethos, which I suspect evolved from the need for serving girls in the Mansions of Edwardian England who needed to keep their emotions in check, the master didn’t want the Chambermaid screaming the place down when he raped her did he? So they were trained quietly in the stables usually which probably was the origin of out sport.

Curiously Japan uses UK rules, very similar to US/ Europe which made it even stranger that Tanganaki should appear as trainer.

Essentially and I’m no expert, (And many would disagree saying I know the UK rules backwards) UK rules allow the trainer to have a front flap to the breeches to keep his member warm, while US/ Europe insist it remains visible throughout the Dressage to ensure the Trainer can be seen to be male, or indeed to be a female with a strap on, five minutes minimum penetration being required with a strap on against ejaculation or five minutes which ever is soonest for males.

After Tom and I performed we went and sat down and watched the action, he chose a seat where I could see both Arenas, I watched the Dressage, “Oriental Star IV” was hilarious, she knew what to do but she just lost it, she really did sound like half a dozen cats fighting with a touch of the timbre of a chain saw, but the funniest bit was the oldies.

As the Senior Tour was in it’s infancy, created at the behest of porn studios looking for genuine uninhibited fit new talent, for their Cougar and Granny productions, anyone who had won a medal at any one of a dozen international shows and had retired before Jan 1st 2000 was eligible and quite a few had exchanged tying naked on their balconies in Palm Beach for parading next to naked at Groom Lake but oh my the shape of some of them, oh my! bellies as big as their boobies some of them!

Now Mummy is fit, for her age, and I was quite proud of her as Daddy put her through her paces especially as she had only come because of a grudge match between herself and Lucy Rosenbalm, and one or two others, and of course a seniors prize of $ 100 000 cash, plus sponsorship and marketing deals which Daddy had cobbled together, although seeing Daddy mount her on an LCD screen was an experience I could well have done without especially as he mounted her by using her Vagina and cost them a few percentage points but with such an energetic display that they were still showing it as a high-light two hours later, like a Terrier at a trouser leg, Tom called it, while Mummy smiles benignly as if she barely noticed, probably because her regular gigolo was hung like an elephants trunk and Daddy needed to be on top to have any effect on her.

As it turned out Mummy was second in the Seniors Dressage and fifth in Jumps but because of their bizarre scoring where a win is one point second is two etc Mummy was rather well up the standings.

Of course as my dressage had also finished with the compulsory mount, and must have been considered to have been a good one so they showed it as a highlight in graphic detail on huge plasma screens around the arena, it seemed every time I looked up I saw the the graphic image in glorious LCD Technicolor of Tom’s penis enlarged to about twenty feet long being eased into the brown bud which expanded to become my dustbin size anus, no wonder it hurt!

And then of course they turned to anadolu yakası escort the image of my face with my fixed smile as I hid the discomfort and pretended I was enjoying it with a mixture of indifference and pleasure, it must have been impressive, as there was a muffled thunder of applause. Yuck!

The thing was with the need to get everything done in a certain time the seniors performed Dressage while we did Jumps and vice versa but we could watch most of the action either live or in the LCD TV screens although it was planned that we would all do Cross Country together, and get scored together as the Seniors were expected to be 20th or worse in the cross country so there wouldn’t be a problem with scoring although in theory a Senior could win overall, which set me plotting…….

We ran the CC without bits or gags but with arm clinchers in late afternoon, well ran, half the field were gasping for breath and barely trotting by two hundred yards and yet this was the three mile course, the course started at the hanger and went a quarter mile across the salt to the sand and saltbush of the foothills and then a mile up a barren rocky valley towards the mountain summit and a mile and a bit back down, and there were check points and they dobbed a splat of paint on our buttocks as we passed, Plan A was to come somewhere in the middle, some hopes, I’d have died of boredom or heat stroke, but the initial pace was abysmal Mummy could have done better.

I spotted her after the top check point, parallel with me across the valley, back in about 20th place, “Mummy run you lazy cow!” I shouted, and with a wicked flash of inspiration I went back to get her, back up against the flow of runners until I found her as she left the top check point, “Run!” I insisted, “Lucy Rosenbalm has taken an illegal short cut!” I lied.

“No!” she protested, and as I led the way she hurtled along like a rather portly Roe deer if not exactly a Gazelle, “Quick!” I shouted as she slithered on her steel horseshoe soled pony boots on the hard surface, overtaking a number of more cautious though fitter and younger girls through her simple inability to stop.

“I can’t see her without my glasses,” Mummy panted, “Not far now!” I exclaimed, “You’re ahead on points you just need to be within two places,” I said knowing Lucy was actually about a mile behind by now, and then suddenly there was the line, somehow I got Mummy across it before I got there and with a quick count up I was in third place with a $ 5 000 cash and a burger joint promotional deal and Mummy had beaten Lucy, and what I didn’t know was Celine, who was behind me, was so confused when I turned round that she slipped off the track and had to be rescued and had limped in 18th.

I saw an aeroplane coming into land as we walked back to the hanger, it didn’t really register as anything unusual just an Airbus A380, nor did the 747 that followed it, or even when I heard the planes leave later when I was changing, of course it should have registered, that was about a thousand seats worth of passengers landing, but of course they taxied to a distant hanger so I couldn’t actually see the hundreds of spectator descending.

No results were announced until we were all home, much like Frenchmen who ran Cannes our American friends did some subtle “adjustments” and awarded, “penalties!” to ensure that there would inevitably be a tie break, there always was and I had already decided there was no way I was getting involved so as soon as mother and I had been scrutineered again by another butch Lesbian and our tack checked for conformity to the regulations and our arm clinchers released I found Tom took a cold shower and I changed into my street clothes, well actually into the same rather posh white sparkly dress that I wore at Cannes.

Mummy, as befits a total slut, changed her dusty tack for the brand new set in white leather which Daddy had wangled for her from Fosdyke and Earle and so she returned to the arena in full regalia except for the bridle and arm clincher, “Mummy!” I exclaimed “What on earth!”

She had these huge glittery star-bursts, one on each breast held in place with a gold (plated) clamp on each nipple, she really did look like a down market porn version of Super Woman.

“Don’t you like them darling?” she said, “Gone all prudish again have we?”

“Yuck!” I thought, though at least it was mildly better than a piercing.

When we came back there was a part of the hanger laid out with tables for dinner and another part laid out as a ball room, and everyone sat down together, trainers, ponies, guests all together, an astonishing number of guests I decided, until I remembered the A380 and Jumbo that landed earlier, suddenly it started to make some sort of sense,

The dinner was very civilised for the land of fried chicken and the quarter pounder and as well as paper napkins and table cloths and real metal knives and forks, we had a proper meal of soup. fish, meat, and no there wasn’t a vegetarian option, and dessert courses then cheese and biscuits and only then did Air Force General, Mark Ganassi leave the “Officials,” top table and climb onto the stage which separated Dining and Ballroom areas stand to take the microphone to make a speech. A number of young men and women wearing military fatigues followed him up the steps and sat on a row of chairs on the stage behind him, I thought they looked more like porn-stars than soldiers.

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Chapter Thirteen:

Owned.

I stopped by the restroom to clean up a little before returning to bed with my wife. She was still out, lying there looking like a woman who’d been thoroughly used. The scent of sex was still strong in the air, and I laid down next to her and put my arm around her. I was so much in love with her, and knew that even all that had just happened would not affect that. I needed her in my life, and wanted her badly to know that. Despite being exhausted, my mind kept going through all that had happened, and I tried to imagine what it might be like in the near future. Eventually though, I fell fast asleep.

The weekend went by without incident. Saturday night, Anna and I had a heart to heart though; I needed to know that she genuinely wanted this, and needed to make sure that she could handle this without it destroying our marriage. She reassured me solidly, because it was something that had really been on her mind as well. She wanted to make sure that I could handle this without it destroying our marriage. I was honest with her in telling her that I really didn’t know how much of this I could take; we both agreed to continue taking this one step at a time, and we each assured the other that before either of our feelings got out of hand that we would stop it if we needed to.

Monday afternoon I was surprised with a call to my cell phone; a number I didn’t recognize came up, but I had a moment and answered.

His voice was on the other end, smooth and confident as can be. “Hello Eddie, do you have a moment?”

I could feel my face heat up quickly; all of the sensations of being in the presence of someone way over me came flooding in, and my voice was a bit shaky when I answered yes.

“Good. Anna has told me that you often have the ability to leave work at your leisure; you can do this for me this afternoon, yes?”

It was almost stated in a way that left no room for refusal. “Well…….I guess I could….for a little while; what did you have in mind?”

“Good boy Eddie. We need to meet to discuss a few things, in private; I won’t take up your entire afternoon, so don’t worry about that.” He proceeded to name a time and a hotel with a room number to come up to. It caught me off guard, not understanding why a restaurant or even just a parking lot wouldn’t work. But his tone left no room for argument, and I was too nervous talking with him to even think of saying no. “Eddie, follow my instructions exactly, ok? I don’t want you to call that sweet wife of yours either; she doesn’t need to know of this meeting right now.”

I did as he instructed, and knocked on the room door at the appointed time. I was very nervous and could feel my hands trembling, even a shaking in my legs. He opened the door and stood there looking me over for a moment. His height put him over me by at least a full head, and the power that he exuded only accented his authority.

Without saying a word, but giving me a condescending smile, he stood back and motioned for me to enter. The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn shut, and it felt strange to be walking into a hotel room in this fashion on such a sunny day.

I stood near the desk of the room, feeling a bit lost and awkward. Mark walked in after me, and stood leaning against a wall several steps away from me. “Eddie, I know that all of this has been a bit of a shock for you, and probably a bit difficult to deal with. I wanted to meet with you away from Anna so we could have a chance to talk about it. One of the things that I’m sure is important to you, as it’s important to me as well, is to make sure that this doesn’t lessen Anna’s love for you. I also want to make damn sure that this doesn’t affect your own love for her.” I nodded my head in agreement, still a bit too nervous to really say anything. “Eddie, I have no desire at all to break up your marriage in any way. I noticed something in Anna though, and took advantage of it; as I learned about you, I began to recognize some tell-tale signs about you. I want you to be honest with me right now, ok? It’s just you and me. You’ve fantasized about things of this nature before, haven’t you.”

It was a statement as much as it was a question. I felt my face burning, but I suddenly felt vulnerable and had a sensation that I should be honest and open. “Yes.” It came out hesitantly.

“How long?”

I knew he was asking how long I’d thought about it. Again, I was hesitant. “A few years now.”

His eyebrows raised. “And you’ve kept it hidden inside. It’s hard to admit to, isn’t it.”

I was beginning to feel that he could relate in some way, or that he genuinely understood what it was that was inside of me. I even began to hope that maybe he could help me understand it. “Yes. I don’t know why these thoughts have come to me, and aroused me. It’s been hard to even admit it to myself. I wish I knew why this affects me so strongly.”

“It’s ok, Eddie. You aren’t alone in these thoughts, as I’m sure you know. kadıköy escort You read online about it, don’t you.”

God, it was like he could read me like a book. I nodded my head, admitting for the first time to anyone in my life that I read about cuckoldry.

“Eddie, I understand you far more than you know. I can help you with this; you need someone who understands, but more than that you need someone you can trust, someone who has a genuine caring for your relationship with your wife. I can help you, but you are going to have to put your trust in me. I need you to tell me you want this, and to know that you can trust me.”

My face was burning, and I was suddenly aware that by talking with him like this, I was feeling the arousal. I was nervous, and embarrassed; but I was aroused and wanting this. I’d never thought that anything like this could really come to pass, but the past week or so had really brought it all to life; now I was hearing exactly what I needed to hear the most, that He wanted me to know I could trust in him. I found that my gaze had slowly gone to the floor while I was lost in thought, and I was nodding my head yes. Yes I wanted this. Yes I wanted to trust him. He saw me nodding, and softly urged me to say it out loud. And I did.

“Eddie, prove to me that you trust me. Prove to me that you want this to happen. Prove to me that you can do this. You need to be in front of me, bare of all walls. Strip down; I want you completely naked before we continue this conversation.”

It sank into me like a brick; but I complied, knowing that he’d already seen me naked. I stripped down, putting my clothing in a pile off to the side. Even before I was completely bare, he’d told me that he expected me to kneel naked before him. So there I was, a grown man, completely naked and kneeling before a man fully dressed like an executive, with my arousal raging in front of me. Automatically I clasped my hands together behind my back; it just seemed to be the right thing to do.

He pulled up a chair and sat there in front of me. His voice was softer, yet still full of authority. “Yes, yes. That’s a good boy, Eddie. You know your place, don’t you. You know what you are deep inside, and you know that you aren’t the strong one. Eddie, I’m the dominant, and I know you. This is good, this is right. This is where you belong.” He leaned forward a little, as if he was confiding in me. “I’m glad that you can show your trust in me. Eddie, I’m going to do so much to that beautiful wife of yours, and all of it will be shared with you. I will make sure that she wants it, that she loves it…… just as you want it, and love it. I’ve been a Dominant for a very long time, and know to appreciate a submissive couple when it’s presented. I’m in a position to enjoy this dark pastime of mine, and you both are in a position now to give me exactly what I want.” His hand slowly reached down, cupping my balls that were hanging low beneath my raging need. I stiffened, almost flinching….but I’d already gone too far, and knew to hold my position. This was the first time another man had ever touched my most private of areas, and the heat was flooding me like hell. “Good boy. Yes, see? I can even reach out and grab you by the balls. I have you by the balls now, not just literally….with all of the knowledge I have about you, and the carnal knowledge I have of your wife, you belong to me. Don’t you Eddie.”

His grip tightened mildly, accenting his desire for a proper answer. “Yes Sir. I belong to you. We both belong to you.”

He chuckled as he released me and leaned back in his chair before me. “Yes, you have been reading. You know how to obey, and obey well, don’t you. Tell me Eddie, what other fantasies do you have? Hmmm?”

I shook my head, stating that I really didn’t know. “I just know that I’ve thought about what it would be like to have all control taken away, so much so that even my wife was available to be used, violated….and that there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve just wanted to know that kind of control. That I have no choice.” The confession was just rolling off my tongue, and he was listening, taking it all in.

Again he leaned forward, and this time his voice was almost harsh, making his control clear. “From here on out, you have no choice Eddie. I’m going to fuck your wife in every way I desire. I’m going to use her, and even show her off. Believe me, she is going to be the slut that you’ve fantasized about. You’re going to see it all, Eddie. Most of it.” He added that last line with a bit of a laugh. “And there is nothing at all that you can do about it from here on out.” He pointed and lifted my chin with his hand to guide my gaze to a table across the room. “Do you see that?” There was a small digital video recorder sitting on the table pointed right at us. “Your confession is all captured now, and you are captured. Just as I controlled your wife into this, I now control you. Do not question me, and do not try kartal escort to stop this from happening. You will passively accept all of this, and if I demand it, you will encourage your wife into things that I desire if she hesitates. Am I making myself understood?”

My face had gone white, then back to red. I knew the real power that he now had; blackmail was possible, with that recording. I knew I would never want anyone to ever see me like this, or to know that I’m like this. I knew that what he was saying was law, and that I would have to continue with this from now on, even if I felt the desire to stop it. No choice. That little fantasy of mine was now a reality. No choice. I nodded my head, acknowledging him. “Yes Sir, I understand.” My voice was a meek whisper.

“You have one final thing to do here before you can leave. Reach down and stroke yourself for me, Eddie. Show me that you’re obedient. Remember Eddie, no choices anymore. Your role is the lesser, you are the submissive, along with that slut wife of yours. Your role is to obey. That’s it, reach between your legs and stroke your penis for me.”

My face was burning. I’d never even really touched myself like that in front of my wife, and now I was doing it in front of another man. But not just in front of him; this was being recorded.

His voice continued, while I jerked myself off in front of him; he was telling me about how he was our Master now, and that we were going to do things that we probably never even fantasized about. He hinted at thoughts of us being presented in front of others, where everyone would know that we were married, but that we were both submissives together to Him. He made it crystal clear that he was going to continue to “know” my wife, and that she was going to go so much further down this path than she’d already gone. As embarrassing as it was to be jerking off naked in front of him, I was needing relief so badly that I wanted this. He started making me say things, admitting that I wanted this, telling him that I would obey him in every way. He had me ask him, and continue to beg him to fuck my wife. This continued until I couldn’t take it anymore, and he commanded me to release my load into my hand.

I knelt there breathless, panting, and feeling the shame of what I’d done. It was almost overwhelming, but I was so aware of my true submission now. He was silent for a moment, then he reached down and grabbed the wrist of my hand that had my cum in it. Slowly he guided it up to my face and used my hand to paint my face. I just let him do it; no choice. Before he let go of my wrist he focused my hand on my mouth, coating my lips.

I sat there, completely humiliated and ashamed, with the scent of cum overwhelming my senses. The taste was there, even though I wasn’t trying to taste it.

He sat back for a moment to enjoy my discomfort as he smiled down at me. “Get used to that, Eddie, because you will know the smell of cum as well as the taste of it.”

He stood up and as he left the room, he mentioned that Anna would be a bit late in coming home this evening; he was going to have her for a quickie before she came home. “So she’ll be full of my cum, just so you know. Eddie, you will be licking her tonight, and she will be wet with my cum.”

With that, he left the room, leaving me still kneeling there naked with my face coated and slowly drying. I looked down, out of shame, and just watched as my cock softened into nothing. That’s how I felt I was at the moment, nothing. His parting words kept echoing in my mind, that he was going to use my wife before she came home to me tonight.

Chapter Fourteen:

Monday Night.

I came home from work that evening, quite subdued. I couldn’t get the afternoon out of my mind, and the empty house only re-iterated to me that Anna was being used. She hadn’t called me, and I hadn’t called her. I sat on the couch and drank a couple of drinks before Anna showed up.

She walked in, and it was easy to see that she’d gone through an ordeal. Her hair wasn’t completely intact, and I could only imagine that she’d cleaned up at least a little before coming home. Her face was still somewhat flushed, and she came right over to me to straddle me on the couch. She kissed me deeply, and kept looking into my eyes the whole time.

“The kids went home from school with friends; we’ll have to go get them in a while.”

I just replied with an “ah”, and then she was kissing me deeply again. She opened her shirt, pulling my hand in to feel her breast that was void of a bra. Still she said nothing about what she’d done; I assumed he briefed her that I was aware. She continued working on me, kissing me, her arms around my neck, driving me to need her. When she could feel my hardness between her legs, she reached down to unzip and open my pants…she quickly took me in hand and guided me right into her. She had no panties on, obviously…and I was notably aware that she was open and kartal escort soaked. I knew I was fucking her as ‘sloppy seconds’. She worked me, continuing to kiss me, driving herself down onto my now aching cock.

Finally she spoke. “You know he used me, and was fucking me less than 20 minutes ago.”

I nodded my head, having a hard time with the knowledge; I buried my face in her open breast, closing my eyes to fall into the world of her womanliness. Still she continued with her words.

“He told me you knew. And then he had me meet him at the hotel. He fucked me for a solid hour; for a while, he made love to me.”

I had to interrupt, despite my arousal. “Did you like that?”

She held off answering for a moment, but didn’t stop working her sex against me. “I only make love to you, Eddie. Only you.”

It was a good answer, I realized. She made me know that she loved me, but didn’t call attention to the fact that she relished another man making love to her. I indicated my interruption was over by kissing her chest and slowly licking all around her beautiful breast. At the same time, I took notice of the marks on her breast; he’d been rough with her, leaving hickies in several places all around.

“But his lovemaking changed; he started fucking me, and taking me. He worked me over pretty good, baby.” She paused with her words while she fucked me, rolling her head back in enjoyment. She was getting off on this, and despite the shame it brought inside of me when I thought about how I was being cucked, I found a strange satisfaction in knowing that she was enjoying it. I let my mind wander for a moment, kind of realizing just how much I really did love her. She was kissing me deeply again, and her breath was getting ragged. “He told me that he’s going to show us off soon. This weekend he wants to take us to a party that’s being held a couple of hours outside of the city. A private party, being held by someone quite wealthy.” She let it sink in to me, and was looking me in the eyes with lust that was just flooding out of her. Suddenly her train of thought changed for a moment. “You like this feeling, don’t you baby. Feeling your cock inside of me, feeling how soaked I am. Wet with his cum. I’ve seen it in your face, and can feel the hardness when it’s brought to your attention. Tell me the truth, you like feeling your cock in my used pussy.”

Her words affected me, and as difficult as it was, I found myself wanting to be honest with her. I nodded my head, even as I felt the rush of heat to my face. “Yes. I don’t know what it is, why. But yes…. It turns me on. I hate it. But I can’t help what it does to me.”

She leaned in close, genuinely trying to console me. “Shhh, baby. I know it’s hard. I know part of you hates this. Part of me hates this too. But god….this is so dark, so taboo….and to see you so turned on by it, I don’t know why, but it just turns me on so much to see you like this.”

Being so open with her, and for her to be so open, drew out small pangs of anguish inside of me. I had a pained look on my face, and could even feel hints of it coming to the surface in my eyes. She looked at me, so intensely, and I know she saw my eyes getting glassy from the buildup.

“Shhhh…baby.” She leaned in, kissing me, whispering to me. “I know this hurts. But you’re taking it, you’re taking it so well. Please keep taking it for me, at least for a while. Let the feelings come out, feel the intensity of what’s being done to us. I know it hurts, but let it keep hurting, and then feel what comes after that……”

She’d started really fucking me as she whispered to me, and the mix of sexual need with anguish was making my head spin. I felt my need building up, and she sensed my body getting tense with the need for release.

“Good boy, come on baby, let it go, put it in me. Let go of it all, fill me up even more. Mix it in there with what I already have in me, come on baby…” She kept the words coming at me until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I released into her with a groan of need and hurt.

My face was buried in her bare breast, and I was still letting out small groans as I kept my arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her own arms were around my neck, holding me against her closely, and I could still hear her soft “shhhhhh….shhh baby. That’s my good boy, shhhhh”.

Eventually we started to separate, but she brought up that I still had a task that was required of me. “He made it clear to me that you are to lick me after, baby. Right here, right now. Do it for me baby, and then we’ll go pick up the kids.”

She slid off of me, lying back against the couch with her legs up, as if she was holding everything in for me. Humbly, I knelt down between her legs, and started licking her. I spent a long time there, licking, sucking… I could feel her pushing out, doing what she could to provide me with all of what she had inside of her. My senses were overloaded with the scent and taste of sex, and my mind was twisted as I saw her push out the flooding that had been inside of her. She laid there passively enjoying the smoothness of my tongue for the longest time, and then she got into it as her own need built up inside of her again. I didn’t have it in me to ask her how many times she’d cum today.

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