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This is the continuation of “The Closet Domme: Caught” but told from Rick’s point of view.

*****

“Tonight we will all have oral sex. Mark will taste me, I will taste you, and you will taste Mark. We will be joined.” Mistress said.

So there we all were positioned in a devil’s triangle on Mark’s bed with the desired person’s genitals in proximity to our mouths. We were all in position to give and receive pleasure.

I was in a bed, with this man, one I hardly knew. A man I was sure had fucked my princess, my Mistress, at least once. Now, he was going to put his face between her legs and suck on the pussy I loved. It was surreal at the least. For many years I had been curious as to what a hard cock, someone else’s cock, would feel like in my hand. This was much more than that! She had made it my task to not only feel it, but to suck it and make him cum!

I saw his face go between her full, dark thighs and her trimmed pussy disappear in his mouth, his tongue stroking her lower lips, her wetness being tasted and her hips moving against his face. I fought down the jealousy, the desire to throw him to the floor. My own arousal was strong, even though someone else was tasting her.

I was suddenly overcome with a huge dose of stimulation that almost paralyzed me. Her own precious lips were sucking and licking me all over. The hard cock, inches from my face transformed into an object of desire. A plethora of new sensations enveloped me as I teased and licked the hard knob, tasting the salty pre-cum, the incredible thrill when his body responded. I felt his first telltale movements and it was as I had hoped. A thrill coursed through me. I had wondered if it could compare to the same in a woman. It did. The control, the excitement of knowing that I was causing the excitement, the response was hot!

Lost in stimulation, feelings. Seeing flashes of his tongue and lips wetting and devouring her lovely pussy, her hips thrusting into his face. Her mouth, playing me so expertly, leading me, teaching me how to please this man. The resulting excitement I felt from Mark as he became more and more aroused.

Very soon, he was thrusting hard into my mouth and I loved the silky feel of his hard cock in my hand and my mouth. I was overjoyed that I was giving more than he was when he put his hands down on my head and held me hard, fucking my mouth. I could see my Mistress, even as she sucked and licked my own hard cock, staring at my mouth on Mark. She loved it and I could see the hard lust on her face, in her eyes. I was pushed to another level of arousal, the added incentive of pleasing my Mistress swelled and filled my whole body, electric and sharp down to my toes that tingled.

I heard him yell out that he was cumming but it didn’t register. I was too. She was taking me, taking my orgasm, even as I saw her body convulse and new she was cumming, she took mine, sucking my life out, and my soul. Even in the excitement, I heard her voice, commanding, “Taste him them pull away.” Mark convulsed in a powerful orgasm. The sticky tekirdağ escort cum shot out and poured on my face, on my lips and down my chin. I was a little shocked and unnerved by it. I had never had any like it happen to me and was not prepared for the complete results of what I had done. I hadn’t thought of it that far.

My Mistress must have seen my confusion, or maybe just sensed it and she knew. I didn’t feel her coming to me but suddenly she was on me, over me, kissing and licking my face, my lips. At some point, Mark had left us, but I didn’t have any idea when it was. I was overwhelmed with her sensuality as she once again, soothed and claimed me at the same time. I was somehow aware of her whole body touching me, her full breasts, her legs wrapped around mine, her pussy sometimes pressing against me. Her mouth, her lovely wonderful mouth, devoured me, comforted me, brought me to my mental knees before her presence. I would have jumped off a building at that point if she asked me to. Every fiber of my being was on electric fire, needing her. She kissed me, deeply and full, the Kiss she had given me before. I felt renewed and even though I had cum only minutes before, at least I thought it was minutes, I was becoming hard again.

“Rick, I have never been more proud of you then I am at this very moment. I am overjoyed that you did this for me.” She kissed me again, slow and deep and my heart filled with the love I felt for this incredible woman. “My pussy is dripping for you right now. Mark did not please me …only you can do that lover. Take me home so that I can feel you inside of me.”

I was so proud! I had passed another level of her need to test, and teach me. I had pleased her so that she was going to fuck me! The ultimate, the signal that I had pleased her and surpassed her wishes and hopes. I had consigned myself to the fact that I was being punished and had to perform on her friend and would have only oral sex. I my chest swelled, along with my penis, at the prospect of making love, serving her in such a manner and that I would have the chance to connect with her, loose myself inside her and be one with my Mistress.

She told me to dress, watching as I did so. As overjoyed as I was, ecstatic with the prospects of what might lie ahead, my perspective quickly fell back in place as she watched me. It was very clear in her body language and presence that even that simple compliance, dressing, was under her control and I was being watched, her possession, her pet as well as her lover. A gentle warmth of comfort spread over my body, overlaying the sexual tension that still throbbed deep inside me. She reached for my coat which I put on her shoulders. We left, Mistress naked under my coat, pushing my excitement even height as we walked home. I could smell the scent of her arousal, her pheromones exciting me, teasing me, elevating my need to please this magnificent woman.

I followed her to the master bedroom. She turned to me, the coat falling open, revealing her tokat escort incredible body, her nakedness captivating my attention. I could do nothing but fall to my knees at her feet. Her hands gathered my head to her belly and I pressed my cheek to her soft flesh. Her hand lifted my chin up so that she was looking down into my eyes. The emotion, love and sensuality that filled her eyes and face stunned me. Her gentle smile filled me with happiness, to be hers, at her feet like this was my passion, my fulfillment.

“Draw me a bath Rick.”

“Yes, Mistress” As I walked away, I felt her gaze on me again.

I prepared her bath just as she liked it, the temperature, bath salts, and bubbles to her preference. She stood, waiting and I knelt in front of her, removing the robe. The last few hours of sexual stimulation, domination and control had taken me to such a state of arousal, I could feel my cock throb even without erection.

I was a little frightened now. Her mood was very sexual and affectionate but I was so excited, I would have to be very careful not to disappoint her. If I did so, she would be very displeased and it could have very painful results if failed her and made her loose the mood. She would be furious and the results would not be good. I had to concentrate on pleasing her and making sure she felt love in everything I did from that second on.

Her robe fell away. Her lovely body was inches from my face. I could smell her sex. I realized I was staring at her and quickly averted my eyes, back down to her feet, her sweet pink toes. That was safe even if it did excite me, it was not disrespectful. Jesus, I had just thought of how I needed to be careful and already, my lust and desire was making me act carelessly. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to concentrate. Thank God she stepped into the tub and submerged into the bubbles, hiding her full breasts and the big dark nipples that beckoned my tongue.

It didn’t help. She motioned me to sit beside her. I usually waited outside for her but now, I had to sit and try not to be captivated as she washed herself. God, she caressed her flesh as she washed, her breasts so inviting her had moving under the water as I knew she was cleaning her sweet pussy. I averted my eyes again, trying to stay in control. I was in so much trouble if she noticed my hardening cock.

“Will you help me out?” Such courtesy was appreciated when we both knew it was a command. My cock was damn near fully erect now and I couldn’t control my desire.

Shit!

What was I going to do? I knew I was moments away from being censured and punished, now when I was apparently going to have my cherished moments of fucking her, was not the time to screw it up. I was near to panic now, caught between my passion and fear. How could this woman, a person I could easily incapacitate at any time physically, induce such passion and fear in me? I was amazed again, as I am every time I feel her domination overpower my thoughts.

My Mistress walked trabzon escort in the room, wearing a dark gown that hid nothing. I followed, lost now, and felt her studying me as she approached but it was too late. She had to know I was totally overcome with passion. I waited for her to berate me but instead, she told me to join her. I undressed in front of her, again feeling the pride of her possession as she watched me. I turned out the light and slid in beside her.

My Mistress gathered me to herself. She kissed my hands and held them to her cheek. She leaned down and kissed my face, whispered in my ear and told me things that made my heart sing. I filled with emotion so much that I felt tears start to gather in the corner of my eyes. She shifted up on astride me, my hard cock trapped between her soft thighs, pressed against her wet slit. She leaned down and put a hard nipple in my mouth and I suckled her, taking life from her as she gave it to me. The next period of time is a blur, my memory was so overloaded with emotions of lust, passion, servitude, love and affection that it is out of focus. I can’t recall the sequence of events. I remember flashes of her kissing my face, my mouth, sucking and licking. At some point, she placed my cock inside her sweet moist pussy and rode me to her pleasure. I remember her brown eyes looking into me again, as only she can do, as she rode me, used me and fucked me. My body was at her mercy, reacting to her, riding with her.

Her pussy grabbed me, milked me and held me fast within her. Her pussy spasmed and clenched as her orgasm took her. Her head back and her eyes rolled up and closed, she shook all over. She grabbed my forearms, holding tight as if she would fall off, and clenched so tightly, I would most likely have bruises. I was beyond control now and my own orgasm followed almost instantly. It exploded, deep inside her. I knew she felt it because her pussy clamped even tighter still and she yelled out loud.

Our release seemed to last forever. I regained my senses slowly and realized I was looking up at her as she gazed down at me. A smile was on her face. Her happiness was evident and it made me swell with pride.

She spoke. “Your body belongs to me. You did well tonight with Mark, and because of that earned a treat. I will require servicing again soon so save your precious seed.”

She was very happy and her love was never more evident. But at the same time, she was promising me sex again. The facts were clear. Continue to please her and I would feel her pleasure, but I must also abide by her orders. It meant no masturbating, no sex. I was to await her pleasure and on her schedule, reminding me that I must observe the rules.

She was allowing me the rare pleasure of looking into her eyes. She knew how that thrilled me and she also knew that it revealed the truth to me. I was loved now, as never before. My feeling of being completed filled my chest and heart, again, overshadowing all else. I was home, with my Mistress, where I belonged, where I had always belonged. I was hers now, as always, hers. She owned me and I loved it.

*****

The title ‘The Closet Domme’ refers to having secrets or skeletons. Martina’s secret is that she is into power games. In my fantasies, she is a vanilla girl discovering her kinky side and expressing it through role play in an affair with Rick.

–Sacred Beauty

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The change always came naturally for her. Even now, as she lathered her body with soap and stood under the burning rush of water flowing over her, she was changing. Discarding her previous self, releasing her inhibitions and embracing her alter ego. Deep breaths echoed in the steaming bathroom, as the scalding water stung against her skin, making it come alive. The nerve endings in her body were screaming, her pulse was loud and thudded hard in her chest.

Awakening from her silent transformation trance that had overtaken her, she turned the water off and sighed loudly as she stretched her body upwards. Extending her hands over her head, the last of the water ran off her large round breasts. Twisting her long black hair over her shoulder she stepped out of the shower onto the soft fur rug.

With one hand she wiped across the large mirror in front of her, smearing a clear spot in the fog. Looking at the reflection in front of her, she almost expected to recognize the face looking back at her this time, but like so many times before…she did not. She stared at the person in the mirror and reveled in her glory. There was no weakness here, there was no shame here, there was only power.

She düzce escort toweled herself off quickly, the anticipation beginning to mount. As she pulled her cloak from the hook over the door and wrapped it around her body, the transformation was nearly complete. Wrapped in crushed black velvet, every move was exhilarating, every touch against her skin luscious. With a quick toss of her head her long wet hair fanned out across her shoulders, lying across her bare breasts and falling messily against her face. She pulled the hood up over her head and let it slide just over her piercing green eyes. With a deep breath inward she sat down on the edge of the bathtub and slid on her leather boots. Slowly lacing them up to her thighs her thoughts echoed like a sacred mantra in her head. I am master of all that I desire, I am strength, I AM power – this brought a sinister grin to her face as she stood up.

When the click of the doorknob sounded, it stopped his heart for just a second. He was unable to breath, unable to move. It amazed him that she still had this effect on him, after all he was no stranger to this game. Yet somehow, no matter edirne escort how many times they had played out this scenario, it still filled him with nervous excitement and sent chills down his spine.

As he watched this dark apparition emerge from the steam beyond the bathroom door his heart began thudding loud in his head. She was stunning, her black velvet cloak flowing behind her revealing her voluptuous curves as she walked toward him. Her stride was powerful and deliberate yet it was if she walked on air, seeing her like this always put a lump in his throat, she commanded such power, such lust.

He was still in position, just as commanded. His naked body tense, on all fours at the foot of the bed staring at her. His eyes were deep and submissive, incredibly enticing. He had been in that position for nearly an hour and his loyalty thrilled her to no end. He was a beautiful creature, strong and muscular. His long blond hair splashed across his face and shoulders.

She walked across the floor and stood in front of him. Instinctively he bowed his head down and looked to the floor, his heart beating fast. Crouching down in front elazığ escort of him, she slowly slid two fingers under his chin and pulled his head up, locking her eyes on his.

Her sweet aroma filled his lungs. He could smell her passion, smell her sex, it was liable to make him insane. It took all of his will to not leap up, push her down and take her now. Her eyes radiated with heat and never left his, she looked through him and deep inside of him. As her hot lips touched his, he could feel his cock begin to harden underneath him.

Her lips covered his in softness and heat. He parted his lips slowly and inhaled her hot breath into the back of his throat. He longed to taste her, to slide his tongue along the delicious crevices of her mouth but he did not dare. She was master, she was in control and he knew that he must obey and wait for command.

The throbbing in his cock was increasing as she began to trace his lips with her tongue, soaking them in her sweet wetness. She darted her tongue into his mouth deep and fast, and as he met it with his own trying to intertwine the two, he suddenly felt immense pain.

She bit down hard on his lower lip drawing out a tiny trickle of blood. He whimpered into her mouth but did not try to pull away. Releasing his lip she stood up “Did I tell you to kiss me?” she asked him calmly.

“No” he replied, never letting his eyes drop from hers.

“No what?” she asked raising her voice slightly as she licked a drop of blood from her lips.

“No…..Master.”

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I layed on the bed, mentally and physically drained from the day, . not , wanting to move a muscle. Master and I had been missing each other a lot, from the demands of both of our busy schedules. I sat up, remember the instructions Master had left me. I stood up and began getting my stuff together to get into the shower. Knowing how happy it makes Master to see his things in order when he comes home, I made sure that his book was shelved and, a cold drink washere in the fridge waiting for him.

I hopped into the shower, standing there as the hot water ran over my body. My instructions from Master tonight were simple, I was to take a long hot shower, and in bed by 9 pm. As I reached for the soap, I remembered the last time Master was home…the hot water ran down my naked body, allowing my muscles to relax. As I felt Master’s hand run from my neck down to my bottom. He reached for the shampoo as he squeezed some into his hand, and began to massage my scalp with his fingers. As the bubbles from the shampoo fell onto my shoulders. He reached for the soap, lathering up the loofah he ran it slowly over my body. Starting with my neck rubbing it in soft circle from the left around to the right. Gliding the loofah over my right shoulders over my collar bone and over to the left shoulder. I lean back against him, as he runs the loofah over my breast coming in from the right bursa escort side, around and over it, running his fingers over my right nipple, pulling just a little as he twists and rolls it in between his first and fore finger. Continuing his other hand accross to my left breast, starting at the bottom of it, and around in a small circle to the top of the breast, as his hand moved over to the left nipple, repeating the same action. His left hand continued down my stomach, as he slid the loofa from side to side, moving down until he reached just above my pussy.

He ran the loofah in small circles, over the top of it, sliding it slowly down and over her, making sure she was clean. He knelt down as he ran his hands down my thighs, over and around my calves, lifting each foot carefully as I rested my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance. He stood slowly, taking the shower handle and running the water over my entire body, making sure the soap was washed off. I rested my head against his chest, as he ran the water down my back. His hand lowered to my chin, lifting my head so that my lips meet his as he pressed them hard against me, his tongue parting my lips. As I feel it dance effortlessly inside my mouth, running along my tongue, running across it, as he pulls back as I moan into his mouth feeling him pull çanakkale escort away. I run my hands down Master’s chest, running my nails over his nipples. I hear him moan, as I do. I kiss them softly, looking up at him. He smiles and says yes little one? May I Master? He leans up against the wall, smiling at me, you may little one he responds. I continue running my hands down his hips, as my lips follow suit.

I reach his cock, which is already fully erect and ready for me, I kiss the tip softly with my lips. I slide my hands down the side of his legs, as I hope my mouth and suck all of his cock into my mouth. I know how much Master enjoys it when I don’t use my hands. Pressing my touch along the back of his cock, against the vein as I feel it pulse with excitement. His cock is sitting in my mouth, the tip tickling the back of my throat, as I move my lips up to the tip and back down to the base of his cock. Sucking in with each movement so that I can take his cock in as deep as I can. I slide my hands over his ass, teasing the skin with my nails. Pressing them into the skin, and dragging them down his ass. I pull my lips to his tip, running my tongue over it, and around it, teasing it with my tongue. I slide my hand between his cheeks and softly tease his asshole with my fingers. I look up at him, smiling rize escort with my eyes, as I hear him moan. He looks down at me with a grin on his face, carefully little one, you know how I enjoy that. I smirk, as I suck and slide my lips down his cock, pulling it all the way to the back of my throat gagging on it. At the same time, I slide one finger into his ass, I hear him moan, and thrust his hips forward pushing his cock deeper into my throat, causing me to gag and drool. I move my lips back to the tip of his cock, as I pull my finger back leaving just the tip in, as I tease with a second finger, and in the same thrusting fashion as before, I suck and slide my lips down his cock, as I thrust two fingers into he shouts out fuck, little one!

I feel his hands quickly move over my head, and through my hair as he grabs a fist full and pulls my lips down over his cock, as he pulls my hand back and forth over his cock, as my fingers thrust in and out. My tongue pressed against the vain, I can feel it pulsating hard in my mouth, as he picks up speed. Pushing my fingers deep inside, as he moves my lips in a fast motion over his cock and then he pulls me towards him, as his hips thrust upward. He fills my mouth with his warm juices, as it flows down my throat. I remove my fingers as Master pulls me to my feet, kissing my hard. You are full of surprises aren’t you little one. I smile, as I start to wash my hands, grabbing the loofah and begin washing Master… cold water hits my nipples, damn the water has gone cold. I am pulled back to reality, and I turn the water off and step out of the shower. Getting dressed, I realized how much I missed Master. I curled into bed, ready to get some much needed sleep.

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Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c) 2003 Couture

***********

The next morning brought the harsh reality of my situation home. The buzz was gone and I was left with a headache and the worst case of cotton mouth ever. When I saw the clock, my heart sped, as I threw on my clothes quickly, knowing that I was running late and that I would be changing again at Thandi’s anyway.

It wasn’t until I was leaving that I remembered the cum. . .

Jesus, it seemed so different last night. I felt proud of it — proud that there was so much of it.

But now I was only feeling shame and humiliation as I snuck the container from the freezer into my purse. I thought of leaving it, or better yet, throwing it away, but I knew deep down that I couldn’t face Miss Moore. I mean, what if she made me start over at the beginning again? No, anything but that.

***********

I sped on the way to Thandi’s house, and ran to her door, just making it in time.

“You’re pushing it,” she said, as she opened the door and looked down at her watch.

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“Did you bring it?”

My insides lurched. I had hoped she would forget. I should have known better.

“It’s in my purse.”

“Good,” Thandi said. “Give it to me. Now, take off your clothes – hurry hurry we’re running late.”

I stripped quickly, but evidently not quickly enough, because Thandi took off her small leather belt swatted my ass and thighs until I stood naked in front of her, save for the chastity belt.

“Now get dressed,” Thandi said. “Your clothes are on the bed.”

Slap! Slap! Slap! Again she took swats at me with the belt all the way into the bedroom. The licks weren’t exactly painful, but they didn’t feel good either. Nor did the licks give me time to ponder the tiny thong, the sheer push-up bra, the stockings, or the scandalously thin outfit she had selected for me.

I threw them on and did my best to pull down the hem of the skirt to cover my stocking tops. She couldn’t seriously expect me to wear this to work, could she?

Thandi stood there and threw her arms wide. “Now you look professional,” she said.

A professional? Not a systems engineer, more likely the kind of profession you see on a street corner. I needed a mirror to see how bad my outfit was, but I didn’t get the opportunity.

“Come on girl, don’t just stand there, get in the car, we have work to do,” Thandi said.

I teetered to the car on the too high heels. When I sat down in the car seat, my skirt rode up, exposing my panties and stockings. To my dismay, no matter what I tried, I couldn’t cover them. I knew from the start it was going to be a bad day.

************

We arrived at work, and after we parked the car, Thandi took my chin and turned my face towards hers. “One final touch,” she said, taking out a pencil and tube of lipstick. She outlined my lips with the pencil and applied the lipstick. Afterwards, she handed me a tissue to blot them. I looked down at the tissue. Lord, my lips were crimson red!

“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life,” Thandi said with a smile. “Let’s go knock ’em dead.”

Easy for her to say, she wasn’t the one on display!

I got out of the car and pulled the too short skirt down so that it covered the tops of my stockings. I made a mental note to keep them covered.

We walked to the building. It felt much longer today than ever before. Maybe because it was harder to walk in the heels, but more than likely it was due to the ultimate humiliation I was to face. I still hadn’t seen myself, except for a brief glance of my reflection in the car mirror. It wasn’t until I met Sheila and her eyes opened in shock that I knew how outlandish I looked.

I could feel the heat from my blush burning in my cheeks. I looked down at the ground so I wouldn’t have to look anyone in the eye.

“Don’t look down there,” Thandi said. “You’re my girl, so be proud of it. Head up. Back straight. Look ’em in the eye and smile.”

Back straight meant chest out and my breasts were bouncing badly enough as it was. My nipples pointed at like flashing headlights. I didn’t think I could do it, but I tried to imagine I was a Hollywood actress going onstage to get an award. It must have worked. It was amazing watching the men we met go out of their way to hold open the doors for us.

************

Later that morning, Thandi called me to her office.

“I need to relieve a little stress,” Thandi said. “But before we begin I want to do a few exercises with you. You know, to keep you straight.”

“But I am strai-” I protested.

Thandi put her fingers to my lips, silencing me. “Shhhh,” she said. “Listen, I understand. It’s okay.”

“But-“

She put her finger to my lips again and patted my hair as if I were some sort of pet. I felt my anger rising.

“I understand completely and I don’t blame you. Maslow said that people try to muğla escort meet their primary needs first. You know, like food, shelter, etc. And let’s face it; I’m the one meeting those needs for you, not your husband. It’s perfectly understandable how you could lose your sexual identity.”

It made sense in some sort of vague way, but I loved my husband and I wasn’t a lesbian. So, Maslow, whoever that was, must be wrong.

She reached in her purse and pulled out the container that I had filled with my husband’s semen. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “And while your husband seems to have plenty of spunk,” she snickered. “His dickie doesn’t seem have the ah-how should I say it? Staying power.”

Thandi reached back into the bag. “And that’s why I got you this,” and with a flourish she pulled out a large dildo – a very large *black* dildo. “It’s about average size, wouldn’t you say?”

I could only nod my head in wonder. If this was average, then Bill must be tiny. It was much larger than him both in length and girth. Lord all mighty, I bet it could make me cum again and again.

“You don’t mind the color do you? It was mine, you understand. You’re not racist or anything are you?”

“No, ah-I don’t mind,” I replied hesitantly, looking up at her from between her spread thighs. Just take this chastity belt off and I’ll show you just how straight I can be. I was going to fuck myself silly on her big dildo.

Miss Moore took the monstrous black cock and wedged it in the V of her crotch, which puzzled me. How was I going to mount it? Next, she removed a spoon from the bag, dipped it in the container of semen and dolled the contents out on top of the black dildo. “Go on girl get started.”

Get started? I looked back up at her quizzically. She couldn’t possibly mean. . .

“If that shit hits my thighs, you lose a cum . . . maybe two or three.”

Oh God, she did mean it. I felt my anger rising, burning as she fanned the flames. I wanted to slap her and walk out on her. I wanted my life back. I wanted a lot of things . . .but I NEEDED to cum. I couldn’t start over again.

I quickly bent forward to lick it off, but she stopped me with a hand to my forehead. “You *suck* a dick. God, you white bitches can be so stupid sometimes.”

My husband’s cum was trailing further and faster down the cock. I didn’t have to think and there was no way I was going to lose a cum. Not after everything I had already done.

I opened my mouth and sucked the rubber prick, but it was too big and long for me to get the stream of semen that was running down the base. I sucked at it again, making a loud slurp at the bottom, and was able to capture the errant stream.

I lifted off to make sure none had contacted her chocolate thighs. Thankfully, they were still pristine.

“You missed some,” she said, pointing at a white ring of cum, just beyond where my lips were able to reach.

I tried again, the head of the dildo hitting the back of my throat, before I was able to clean it. As I lifted off, I gagged, coughing and crying between her thighs.

“Not a very good cocksucker are you? You sure sounded better at it last night. Well, don’t worry, we have plenty of time to practice.” She dipped the spoon in the container again and ladled out another dollop of bitter cream. “Now repeat after me. I’m a heterosexual woman and I have no wish to lick Miss Moore’s pussy.”

The woman was demented. Thoroughly and absolutely deranged. I hated her and the hate made it easy to join in her madness.

“I’m a heterosexual woman and I have no wish to lick Miss Moore’s pussy,” I repeated with a growl and went down on the cock again.

“That’s a girl,” Thandi said, grabbing my ears and pushing me up and down the black cock, forcing me to blow it. “Up and down, up and down, suck it you little cocksucker. Let me hear you suck it like you did it last night. Come on you white bitch, suck that black cock.”

I obeyed, not once thinking that someone could come to the door and hear us. I slurped, I swallowed, I hummed, and I fucked the thick prick like I meant it. Making certain she knew what my sexual orientation was.

I closed my eyes, so I wouldn’t have to look at her sex, and tried to imagine my husband Bill, but it was impossible. Every time, I opened my eyes, I saw the large black cock. Nothing like that could ever belong to my husband. Nor, could I get the musky smell of her sex out of my head or the thought of where the dildo had been earlier. It was hers. Surely she had used it.

She lifted up on my hooped ears, pulling me off the cock. She dolled out another spoonful of semen. “Remember to say it.”

“I’m a heterosexual woman and I have no wish to lick Miss Moore’s pussy.”

But I did. God help me I did. For the next thirty minutes I sat between her legs and blew the fake cock, the whole time smelling her and wondering what it would be like to taste her.

And Thandi was turned on too. I could ordu escort tell from the way she was breathing and the slight shifting of her hips . . . the smell of her musk. Her pussy was just out of my reach, the cock parting her nether lips.

I couldn’t help myself, no matter what I said, or what I wanted, deep down inside, I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. A few times, I tried to swallow the cock, just so I could press my face to her crotch. It always caused me to end up gagging and coughing, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Finally, I was able to do it. The dildo was lodged uncomfortably in my throat, but my cheeks were planted firmly on her thighs, my nose buried in the curly tangle of her pubic hair. I moaned to make sure she noticed.

“Oh,” she gasped. “You’ve done it, haven’t you slut. You’ve swallowed my big black cock all the way to the bottom.” She thrust her hips against it several times before spreading her legs wide and tossing the dildo to the side. “God, you’ve got me so turned on. Fuck me now. Finger fuck my pussy you dirty white cocksucker.”

While, I worked her pussy with my fingers, my own cunt was afire with sexual heat beneath the confines of my chastity belt. She leaned confidently back in her chair, with her widespread legs propped on her desk, as I worked diligently between them, fucking her with my two fingers, fingernails trimmed for the task. With my other hand, I manipulated her clit, occasionally teasing it with my long nails.

“That’s it. Oh! God, you are good at this my nimble fingered pussy girl. Come on, look at my face, not my pussy. Don’t start turning queer on me yet girl.”

But, the sight of her aroused sex was like a magnet to my eyes. It was so wet and swollen from her arousal. A plump apricot, ripe for the eating. She was my forbidden fruit. Her fingers were hooked through my earrings, drawing me close; so close I could hear the wet sounds of my fingers thrusting in her and smell the spicy musk of her scent. I could practically taste it. God, was she right? Was I turning gay?

Looking up at her from between her long legs wasn’t much better. She looked so strong, so powerful there in her business attire. I imagined her pushing me over her desk and taking me from the rear with the dildo that lay discarded on the floor.

“That’s it girl. That’s it. Oh God, you are going to make me cum so fucking hard,” Thandi moaned. “Fuck- fuck-that’s it. Whatever you do, don’t stop. That’s it girl, that’s it. Fuck-fuck-fuck-ah-I’m-cumming. . .”

Her hips bucked and I could feel her squeezing my fingers. She leaked like a faucet. I had done it. I had made her cum and it looked like a good one. One that could bring me closer to my own satisfaction.

“Taste my cum – taste my cum – you queer white dyke,” she gasped, her executive’s chair squeaking in time to the thrusting of her hips.

I went to kiss her sex, only to be tugged away and up by my hair. As my head was tilted back, I could see it, the container of cum in her hand. She was pouring it already.

I did the only thing I could to keep from getting it all over my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and even stuck out my tongue in order to capture all my husband’s semen.

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “You are so *nasty*. Such a dirty little cunt. Spread my pretty pussy. That’s a girl, spread it wide open.”

I spread her sex. Her pussy gaping and so pink in the middle.

“Now tell me your little saying,” she said with a smirk.

“I-I am a heterosexual woman and I have no desire to lick Miss Moore’s pussy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I lied. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

“Are you positive?”

I looked down unable to answer.

“Let’s find out.” She picked up the phone and made a call. “To whom am I speaking? Hello Bill, this is going to sound weird but I was wondering if you could help me and my friend settle a bet?”

Bill? Oh my God, the bitch had called my husband. Butterflies danced in my stomach.

“Here’s the deal. You see my girlfriend, who’s not too bright has gotten a little behind on her bills and she needs fifty rand. Yes, she needs it quite badly. So I told her if she licked my pussy, I would give her the fifty. You following me so far Billy boy?

“Good. She told me she wasn’t a whore, so I told her, hey why don’t we call a random person from the phone book and if they want you to lick my pussy, I give you twenty-five rand instead. Otherwise, I give her a hundred. This way, she isn’t a whore – she’s either a slut or a very lucky girl, because a whore would never lick pussy for twenty-five rand and a lucky girl doesn’t have to do anything to get the hundred.

So, which is she Bill? A slut or a lucky girl? And before you answer, I’ll tell you what, since I’m feeling *real* generous. Whatever happens, I’ll let you listen.

Oh yes? I thought so. Here, I want you to tell her yourself; maybe she can get you to change your mind.”

I osmaniye escort took the phone with my shaking hands and held it to my ear. There was no way I could try to change his mind if it was Bill. He would recognize my voice. “Uh-hum?” I hummed to disguise my voice.

“Lick her pussy you stupid cunt,” the voice on the phone barked.

It was Bill! God, what was this woman capable of? And why Bill why? Why would you betray me like this?

Miss Moore took the phone from my ear and placed the receiver above her sex. She was going to make me do it. Right her in the office, with my husband on the phone.

“You heard the man,” she said. “Lick my pussy.”

She frowned at my hesitation. “Come on *Candy*. Do it.”

She emphasized Candy. She could have easily called me Tracy and sold me out. She could still just as easily call me Tracy. I would have done it for her if she had asked. I admit I was curious, I had been tempted by her and somehow attracted to her despite the awful way she treated me. But, I didn’t want to do it, especially not like this. Not will my husband on the phone listening.

Instead of letting me decide on my own, Thandi took matters in her own hands. Literally. She grabbed my nose between her thumb and forefinger and pulled me into her sex, using my mouth like some sort of masturbation device.

I couldn’t resist. I opened my mouth and tasted her. Dear Lord, I even licked her.

Thandi switched the phone to her ear. “She’s doing it Billy-by. Can you hear her? She’s licking my pussy – ugh – for only twenty-five rand.” To me: “Here slut, let the man hear you suck on my pussy,” she said, switching the phone next to my mouth.

I could hear Bill’s throaty mutterings on the phone. “This is so hot. This is so goddamned hot,” he said.

The bastard was jacking off. I was furious. I wouldn’t even be in this position if it wasn’t for him and he was jerking off while I was on my knees. Worse, he was going to cum while I wasn’t. I couldn’t stop him, but I was going to make him pay. I was going to give Miss Moore much more pleasure than he would ever get with his hand.

I sucked on her clit with a loud slurping sound. It vibrated between my lips. I moved down to her opening and did the same, drinking of her nectar. I stuck my tongue as far up her cunt as I could get it. I did every dirty thing I could imagine. I didn’t care. I just wanted Bill to pay.

I knelt between her dark thighs, my tongue rolling her clit around, as I looked into her dark eyes. She was talking on the phone again.

“Oh Bill, you would not believe how soft her tongue is. She’s really giving my clit a work-out.” To me: “Shove those fingers in my pussy while you lick me little Pussy-girl. God I love your hot little mouth. Why didn’t I do this sooner?”

Thandi ran her fingers through my hair while I pleasured her. She took her legs off the desk and draped them over my back, holding my head firmly between her thighs.

“Mmmm- I’m getting close now Bill. Before I do, let me tell you the best part. My new Pussy-pet is a white girl. That’s right, this little white girlie is licking my beautiful black pussy for only twenty-five rand.”

I heard a click on the phone and then it clattered to the floor. Miss Moore grabbed me by the back of my head, gave a groan, and began to buck her hips against my helpless face. I couldn’t even breathe. I just held on for dear life.

Finally, she released me.

She seemed dazed and weakened. I seized the opportunity. “Miss Moore, there’s something I need to talk to you about” I began, after gathering up my courage. I needed to talk with her desperately. This couldn’t go on. Not like this. I thought I could handle things, but these things she was doing were more perverted and more subversive than I ever imagined.

“Tracy-girl,” she said. “You’ve got fifteen seconds to get out of my office or I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish those pretty little titties of yours.”

“One-two-three,” she counted.

Argh! The bitch wasn’t even going to listen to me. I hurried to get dressed. Thankfully, my stockings had elastic tops. I didn’t bother to fasten them to my garters. I put on the tiny thong and the pushup bra, followed by the dress and heels. I fumbled with the strap to the heels. She was already at seventeen, by the time I was smoothing down the too short dress.

“You didn’t make it,” she stated. “I’m very disappointed in you.”

“I’m sorry.” Tears were already welling in my eyes. “Please give me another chance.”

“What are you crying for?” she said. “A slut you like you will probably enjoy it.” She got up from her seat and advanced on me. I backed into the door, but she pressed closer, taking my nipples between her fingers. The thin fabric of the dress offered little protection.

She teased my hardened nubs, circling and lightly pinching them. The feeling was sublime. But then when I least expected it, she would grab hold of my tiny nibs and jerk. Dear Lord, it hurt, but it also sent a stab a pleasure straight to my cunt.

Miss Moore continued this torture until my legs grew weak and I began to slide down the door. I whimpered and moaned as she continued her manipulations. “Yes, a slut like you will probably love it.”

She smirked, reached into her breast pocket, and pulled out several bills.

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This happened a few years ago… I had just finished playing tennis. An unusual day already because I had actually won two out of three sets against a better player, and I was feeling pretty good, if sweaty and tired. I sat down on the bench at the court under a merciful tree and began guzzling water.

A younger guy came up to me and started talking. He was about 32, 6’4″, and in great shape. He pointed out his girlfriend… Debbie… and asked if I found her attractive. I had to say yes. She was about 5′ 5″, long brown hair, Eurasian mix, slim, well proportioned and in really good shape. He said she thought I was attractive, too… and she wanted to fuck me.

I – naturally, I think – was a bit shocked, but covered it up by laughing and saying, “Gosh this is so sudden!” He told me he was serious and that she liked to be tied up, and used for hours at a time by him and now wanted to experience the same thing with a stranger.

I asked to talk to Debbie alone, and he said, “OK.” (I wanted to be sure it wasn’t just his fantasy and not hers. She came over and was obviously very shy. She is a bank manager – charming, lovely, and very nervous. I talked to her long enough to know that it really was what she wanted, so we made an appointment for two hours later. She was a submissive – not into serious S/M, but loved to be completely controlled without too much pain. I’ve never been into giving anyone welts, myself, so I agreed to try this bizarre meeting.

I went home and showered, then dressed lightly ’cause it was hot outside… then drove over to her apartment. Tim (the guy) let me in and got me a glass of tea. Debbie was there and sitting in the living room waiting and visibly shaking. We sat and talked for a while until she was less nervous and then Tim left.

She said she would do whatever I wanted, so I told her to go into her room and come out dressed in nothing but thigh high stockings and fuck-me pumps, and to bring her favorite toys with her. She left the room and I sat and drank my tea for a while. When she returned, she was stunning, and I told her so. She smiled gratefully. I asked to see her toys and she knelt in front of me and handed them up. With her hand shaking, she handed me a blindfold, a small, flat vibrator – a kind I’ve never seen before or since – and a medium sized butt plug. I told her to stand and turn around so I could see her legs. She did. The truth was that I needed her to stand and turn around because I, too, was shaking and didn’t think it was very “dom-like” to be so nervous. It was also a beautiful sight to behold. She had (has) a fabulous body with incredible skin.

Then she said, “Sir?”

I said, “Yes?” in my best dom-like voice.

She said, “I love to be restrained.” I then ordered her to go to her room and get some restraints, which she did… almost dancing along the way. When she returned, I ordered her to undress me and show how much she wanted me as she did. YIKES! did she follow orders well. She was kissing and licking every newly exposed inch of my body until I was naked. Well, I probably don’t have to tell you that “little guy” was standing at full attention by this time, and the smile on Debbie’s lips told me that she was pleased.

As I stood there, she kissed my cock and balls until I’d had enough to know it was time to quit or I’d come right away, and I didn’t want to lose interest so soon. I like keeping at a peak for a long time.

I told her to stop and stand up. She did. “Turn around.” She did. Then, I pulled her arms together behind her and tied them together with the restraints. She was now helpless in front of me, and her legs were shaking in anticipation. I put my arms around her and pinched her nipples. She gasped and her legs started to move as if she were fucking. She was as hot and horny as anyone I’d ever met. I think she would have fucked anyone (or anything) I told her to at the moment.

The blindfold was next. I put my arms around her and held her close so she could feel my hard, oozing cock against her back and then asked her if she were wet. She said yes and I reached down to check. She wasn’t lying. She was actually streaming down her legs by this time… she spread her legs and I slid in a finger “just to check,” then brought my hand up to her mouth to lick clean, which she did with glorious abandon.

I have to take a minute to tell you that this had been my one and only excursion into this realm, and it was extraordinary. This was amazing. I had had no idea that anyone could be so into being controlled, and – frankly – I loved being the controller. It was a never-to-be forgotten exchange of power. By this time, I also was hotter than I’d ever been before, but I knew that my job was not over in the dom department.

It seemed that my job was to stimulate every single nerve ending of her body as much and as often as I could… and I did my best. First, I led her to the sofa where I sat and then turned her over my knee. She practically came at the thought of it. I spanked her bilecik escort a few times – never very hard – and then pushed my thumb into her cunt to find her g-spot. It was there and waiting for me. As soon as I touched it, she groaned and I felt her pussy squeeze my hand over and over again… it was the first of many orgasms for her. I ordered her to keep count.

There I was with this beautiful woman across my lap who just had a wonderful, long, deep orgasm, and now the pressure was on. I suppose I could have just fucked her and left… it would have been good already… but I wanted to give this cutie the sexual experience of a lifetime… and have one of my own, of course. The butt plug was on the table beside the couch with some lube beside it… I decided to go there first. I got the plug and held it to her mouth, telling her, she’d better get it very slippery because it was about to make her happy… as she licked it, and made it slippery, all I could think of was what she was going to do to my cock in a little while… GOD I was horny, and my cock was dripping all over my lap and her torso. I took as much of my personal lubrication as I could and rubbed it on her lips. Well, that only served to make her even crazier. I was feeling pretty good about my “maleness” by now as you can imagine. I took the plug from her and told her it’d better be pretty slippery because it was about to put it in. Actually, as I was telling her this, I added some of the lube from the table. Then I spanked her a couple of times… the surprise was obviously a turn on because she started to moan. Then I put the plug against her backdoor and started to slowly fuck her with it… to my surprise, she backed into it… wanting me to shove deeply and quickly… so I did. Her back arched up to greet it… and it slid in all the way.

I then began to massage and pinch her nipples as I lightly tapped on the butt plug… her breath came in short gasps… then long and deep… then short gasps again and a very long sigh as she came again. This was a VERY horny woman, and I was feeling very lucky.

Then I told her to get down on her knees in front of me. She did. I pulled her mouth to my cock and she smiled as she took it in clear to the back of her throat. I said that she’d better make it good or I’d have to punish her, and that I don’t like it when any spills. That, of course, just got her going even more. she somehow managed to slip her foot under the butt plug and was making sure it went in and out in the same rhythm as my cock was going in and out of her mouth. She managed to get me clear down inside her throat and fuck me with her mouth like no one has ever done before or since. God what a sight. And what a trooper she was when I came. I know that it was a large amount because of the time I had been waiting to come, but I think it was on purpose that she allowed a small dribble to fall from her lips. She smiled as she let it fall, and apologized for losing some as she tried to gather it all in with her tongue.

If she had asked me to marry her at that instant I would have. I took off her blindfold and kissed her. It was one of the most passionate kisses I’d ever had… amazing. “Lead me to the bedroom.” She walked in front of me with her arms tied behind her. I took this opportunity to look at her perfect legs and ass… magnificent skin…smooth… soft. I couldn’t believe my luck. We went into the bedroom and there was a four-poster double size bed… perfect.

I removed the restraints and told her to get all of her toys and bring them to the bed. I was not prepared for what I saw… a few dildos (small to amazingly large, some electric, some not)… bed ties… a ball gag… clothes pins… a large vibrator… ben hwa balls… a large butt plug… and a small whip – the kind with a flat piece of leather on the end. I looked at her and she was beet red. “Don’t’ be embarrassed, Love, this is very exciting to me.” She gushed a sigh of relief. “But if we’re going to play this hard, I want you to use a “safe word” if you feel scared, or uncomfortable. What would you like it to be?”

“Mercy,” was the answer.

“OK. If you say the word, “mercy,” I will stop whatever I’m doing, OK?”

“Yes Sir.”

“First I’m going to give you a reward for being such a good submissive. Stand in front of the bed with your legs apart and hold on to the posts with your hands.”

She did. I then knelt down in front of her and began teasing her labia with my tongue… her breath hissed in as I continued to tease her by licking down her thighs and back up again, then across to the other leg… not touching her clit… I should describe her clitoris at this point. It is quite large… and whenever she squeezes her vaginal walls it moves out and becomes even larger… quite a sight to see. It sticks out about a half an inch– maybe more – from its beautiful “hood” when it is fully extended. I loved teasing it unmercifully because it reacted so visibly and well. In the midst of all this manisa escort teasing, I would occasionally touch her clit lightly with my tongue and her legs would shake visibly. I’m glad she was hanging onto the bedposts. I started to bring her to another climax and quit… she whimpered audibly.

I then took some restraints made for the occasion and told her to turn around. She did. I then tied her hands to the bed as far up as she could reach. She was standing on her tiptoes in heels, with those thigh high stockings on, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. I then put the blindfold back on her and grabbed two clothespins from the pile of toys. These were placed on her nipples. Again the gasp and she began to shake again.

“Are you coming?”

A weak and shaky “yes sir” was the answer.

“You like a little pain?”

“Yes sir.” I took the whip and started to strike her – almost gently – on the ass, making sure to occasionally hit the still inserted butt plug. She moaned “YES!” so many times, I didn’t keep count, but it was obvious that another orgasm was hitting her hard… I could see the butt plug moving in and out spasmodically in time with her breathing. I stopped striking just to see how long she would keep it going… seemed like quite a while. I rubbed my hand over her ass… it was quite warm by now… and red… I hoped no bruises would come of it. I asked her about it and she said it would just remind her of a great time.

As she was telling me this, I put two fingers inside her and began to massage her g-spot. Again, she went over the top… her body gyrating against my hand… I then removed the butt plug… it was time for me to get a little relief as well. I took the ben hwa balls and put them inside her cunt… and told her to squeeze them rhythmically. She did as she was told… then – not wanting any permanent damage – I removed the clothes pins. The removal of course is even more stimulating than putting them on, so she began to come again. This was one hot woman.

I then stood behind her and put my cock against her asshole and began to fuck her… slowly and gently… I could feel the ben hwa balls moving inside her cunt as I fucked her… an amazing sensation (apparently for her as well). Then, of course, my needs became more urgent and I started fucking faster. I could actually feel her coming again, too, which made my explosion even more intense.

After I came, I held her against me for a moment until her cunt stopped pulsing… this wonderful, beautiful, soft woman against my skin was a feeling I’ll never forget. My cock slipped out of her ass. Under normal conditions, I would be ready for a long nap by now, but the sight of this amazing woman with my come dripping down her legs kept me going. I walked over to the master bath and washed off, leaving her hanging on the bed.

When I came back, she was gyrating her legs together… making the ben hwa balls slid up and down inside her cunt and – no doubt – her legs gave her clit some stimulation as well.

“Still horny?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, because I have plans for you.”

With that she started to come again! Panting and moaning and moving her legs back and forth against each other… I was stunned by the beauty of this gorgeous woman in the throes of ecstasy that I had had the pleasure of making happen… with her help, of course.

I watched for a second, then started to spank her again. This put her over the top, gasping for breath and practically screaming for me to not stop. Even at my age, I started to get hard again. This was the single greatest sexual experience of my life. I held her from behind as she came down from that glorious high…supporting her now because her legs seemed to be unable.

Then, when her breathing returned to normal, I untied her hands and laid her on the bed. She just lay there on her stomach… breathing quietly with her arms at her sides. I reached over and slowly removed the ben hwa…she barely moved. I then carefully removed her shoes and stockings from her legs, which were still hanging over the edge of the bed. She smiled, and curled up farther onto the bed and sighed

“Don’t think you’re done, cutie.” I said in my most dom voice… actually I was feeling pretty good about my “dommness” by now…

“Yes sir,” was her only answer. I turned her – gently of course – so that she was lying on her left side and I was behind her. My cock was at full mast again. I couldn’t believe the testosterone that I was able to muster, and I took some restraints – the kind that bind hands to thighs – and tied her right hand to her right thigh… then turned her and did the same to the other side. I then pulled her up on her knees so that her ass was sticking up in the air and began to spank her again. This woke her up. I then got behind her and gave her a good old-fashioned fuck from behind – and took my time doing it. I can’t tell you how beautiful she looked or how exciting it was to watch my cock slowly slide mersin escort in and out of this beautiful slippery cunt. Another Kodak moment. I took one of her small vibrators and held it against her clit and that was all it took to give her a small orgasm. I could feel her cunt milking my cock… amazingly starting from the base of my cock and working its way up to the top… over and over again. She moaned again… but not so vigorously as before… it was apparently small, but deep. I – after coming so many times – needed a bit more stimulation, so I took the vibrator, and put it into her ass. It was AMAZING (everyone should try it!). I slowly fucked her and her cunt was vibrating against m.…That threw me over the edge and I came again… not so powerfully as before (face it, my tank must have been close to empty) but it was soooo sweet and deep… and took a long time between the onset of the orgasm and ejaculation. Wow.

I released her from the restraints and – again – she dropped to the bed in a puddle. Her pussy and ass were covered in come… hers and mine.

“Now, darling, You’re going to masturbate for me so I can watch you come.”

“Yes sir,” was her only answer. (You gotta admit that, although her vocabulary wasn’t large, she knew what to say and when.) I told her to lie on her back and spread her legs and then handed her the largest of the dildos. It was LARGE. About twelve inches and almost as thick as her wrist. I couldn’t believe she could take the first three inches into that tight cunt of hers, let alone the whole thing, but she didn’t even flinch. First she licked it to get it wet (although she was wet enough for about anything) and then slowly slid it inside her cunt an inch at a time, taking it out to its full length before the next thrust. Then, after taking the first six inches inside her, she thrust hard and deep, taking almost the whole thing and then fucking herself with total abandon. Then her left hand moved to her clit and she began to rub gently. Her back arched off the bed so she could reach better and she began fucking furiously after that… deep strokes combined with fast and then slow rubbing of her clit… alternating between fast and slow until I could see that she was totally lost in the moment.

I thought about stimulating her nipples or giving her a spank or something to help, but what she was doing to herself was too beautiful to watch all on its own. I was mesmerized, enchanted, and totally into the moment. When she came it must have been like fireworks, because it was obvious that nothing else in the universe existed for her except that pumping dildo and her fingers moving on her clit. She literally screamed and come gushed out of her cunt. I’ve seen women come and “squirt” before, but never like this, it was a real ejaculation. She then took the dildo out of her cunt and leaned over to get my cock into her mouth again.

“You can try, Darling, but don’t be too disappointed if nothing happens.” Well, by God it did happen. In about a minute much to my delighted surprise, I was hard again. “OK this time, you tell me what you want.”

Her vocabulary improved. “Fuck me in the ass while I rub my clit.” She didn’t have to ask twice. She lay on her left side and I pulled her to me. I slid in easily this time, but it was still very tight. She lifted her right leg and began to fuck me back while she played with her clit and I squeezed her nipples. She came at least three times while I struggled to keep up, and then – finally – I came again. This was the most amazing orgasm of all for me… deep, intense, and long. It felt like I’d never stop. When I was done, she started to laugh… and then I did, too. Neither one of us could believe what we’d just done.

“I’ll bet you’re gonna be sore tomorrow,” I said.

“I’m sore today,” was the response. “Ready for a shower, Sir?”

“Not yet,” I said, “just let me hold you a minute.” We stayed very quiet and breathed slowly together… our breathing matching and then we drifted off to almost-sleep… just a few minutes, but enough time to really bond and take the moment in.

She turned over and kissed me and said, “Thank you.”

It made me laugh. “Thank ME? This has been the greatest sex I’ve ever had… thank you!”

We just laughed again. She kissed my neck for a few moments and then we hit the showers. In the shower, we washed each other – making sure all the “very used” places got extremely clean. It was a hand-held shower and as I was rinsing off her pussy, here eyes closed.

“Again?” I asked.

“Please, sir.”

So I handed her the showerhead. “Let me watch you.”

She then took the showerhead and began to move the water back and forth across her clit… one hand holding her lips apart, the other holding the showerhead. It was too much for me. I got hard again.

She smiled and said, “well, what are we gonna do with that?”

I turned her around and made her arch her back as I slid my cock inside her cunt again…she was still moving the shower across her clit as I fucked her from behind. Of course the water played against my cock and balls, too, so it was very stimulating and we came together… actually, she came, then a little later, I came and when I did, so did she again! We really laughed this time. Both of us were surprised. It wasn’t all that intense, but – it was amazing that it happened at all.

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She was going to hell, she just knew it. Her college professor, Greg Sumner, was the hottest man on earth and she knew she was going to pay for having all these perverted thoughts about him. She’d tried to get his attention with subtle things, but he never seemed to pay her even the slightest bit of attention. It was always, “Here’s your paper back Sarah, you got an A, see you in class next week.” She spent entirely too much time fantasizing about him in class. And out of the classroom, too, for that matter.

Well, she aimed to change that next week. She had it all planned out, what she was going to wear, how she was going to approach him, even how they would spend the night making love. Probably on the couch in his office, but they would spend it there together. She had gone to the local smut store and picked up the first pair of crotch less undies they had, a pair of white cotton underwear with white lace trim, very innocent looking until you noticed the gaping slit in the center. She had paired it with a matching white bra, then completed the outfit with a short skirt and a white button down shirt. Professor Greg may have ignored her advances so far, but he wouldn’t last in the face of her determination to have him.

She spent several hours in front of the mirror, practicing how to cross and uncross her legs, trying for the maximum flash of skin without showing herself off to the whole class. She almost had it perfected then noticed that her shirt needed to be undone just a little bit more. The white bra pushed her tits out against the soft fabric, thrilling her with their boldness. No sir, he would not be able to resist.

The next week, dressed to knock Professor Greg out of his socks, I made my way into the classroom. Professor Greg looked up at me and our eyes met briefly. He looked away quickly and went back to his papers scattered on his desk. Darn! I was hoping to exchange some really hot looks with him, but he must have been made of ice.

I chose a spot near the top of the classroom, towards the left side, away from the other students and positioned myself so Professor Greg would have a full view of me. I dropped my things on the ground and rummaged around for a pencil and some paper. The pencil was purely a prop. I had planned to use it to nibble on and occasionally drop it down towards my nipples to keep them hard for him.

I tugged at my skirt a little, pulling it higher on my thighs, wiggling in my damp panties, already thinking about what I was going to do. I sat and waited while the other students filed in.

Professor Greg waited patiently until all the students had been seated, then began his lecture. Today’s was about Human Emotions and Their Effects. That’s about as far as I got, as I got lost looking into his eyes and listening to the gravelly smooth rhythm of his voice. His voice always seemed to reach out and stroke the inner most parts of me, sending little shivers through my body.

I stopped daydreaming and began my plan to entice Professor Greg into my bed. I started to uncross my legs, stretching ever so slightly in my chair, my nipples jutting out against the too tight fabric of my shirt. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Professor Greg glance my way. He stopped speaking for a second, not long enough for the other students to notice, but enough so that I knew I had gotten his attention. Professor Greg never made a mistake.

I let a slight smile play on my mouth as I looked boldly into his eyes, telling him with my eyes what I was going to do. The look I received in return was filled with hot searing passion and a thrilling desire full of dark sadistic thoughts. A shiver raced down my spine as suddenly I was afraid of what I was getting into. What was behind those intelligent seeking eyes, that looked ready to consume me in one tasty morsel?

I didn’t have time to find out as Professor Greg broke our contact and continued on with his lecture. I knew he was now fully aware of my desires and I planned to make the most of it. I circled the tip of the eraser against my nipples, alternating between them, drawing them into swollen peaks. Not stopping until they were heavy and aching with need. I was surprised by my brazenness, but the sweet ache between my thighs was keeping all thoughts of modesty away. I watched him talk as my body began to hum in anticipation.

I wiggled my bottom into the chair trying to ease the ever growing need there. I let my legs part just a little and dropped my hand on my thigh. Casually waiting to see if he would notice. He did and immediately his eyes were drawn to the hand resting on my thigh. He seemed to be telling me something with his eyes, and I followed his gaze. And got it. I started to stroke my thighs, little touches designed to tease and not satisfy. Watching for his reaction, it was imperceptible at first but there, a slight flaring of his nostrils, a drawn in breath as if to speak, then a hand dragged through his hair.

I tried to bayburt escort hide the self satisfied smile growing on my mouth, but he saw it and I saw an answering gleam in his eyes. He was letting me know who was ultimately in charge of the situation. But I ignored his challenge and continued stroking my legs open. Careful to make sure the other students couldn’t see me. He turned to the white board and began to write something down but I knew he couldn’t ignore me any longer.

I was now dangerously close to those innocent white panties, almost letting my finger touch the edge. I could feel the wetness seeping through the thin fabric, shocking me with it’s heat. I willed him to look back at me now, almost daring him to keep his control when I was showing him the results of my desire.

He finished writing and turned around, his eyes locking onto mine with a ferociousness that startled me with it’s intensity. It’s as if he knew what I had been doing behind his back and he showed his disapproval by turning his back on me once again. He wanted to show me that he wasn’t to be messed with, his control was firmly in check. His show of power was impressive but it didn’t stop my clit from throbbing, nor did it stop my finger from grazing it lightly. I shuddered in my seat as I waited for him to look back at me again and see me wet and waiting for him.

He turned and walked to the podium, presumably to finish his lecture. But I knew the real reason, the bulge straining against his pants was too large to ignore any longer. The podium was the only safe place he could stand. I continued the light stroking of my slit, working the slick wetness over the panties, making sure he could see the dark spreading stain of wetness there.

He quickly concluded the lecture, gave out homework assignments, then let us loose for the day. The other students began making their way out of the classroom, glad for the extra time out of class. I took my time gathering up my things, straightening my clothing and smoothing my hair down, before getting up and walking down the stairs towards Professor Greg.

As I got closer to him, he cleared his throat and asked, “Sarah, I’d like to talk to you about that paper you wrote last week, could you stay for a minute after class?” He did this for the benefit of the other students still dawdling in there.

“Sure, Professor Greg, I’m not due in my other class for another 3 hours.” I practically purred with satisfaction.

I waited next to his desk until the other students had left. Then watched in growing trepidation as he walked to the class door, locked it shut and pulled the blind closed. I swallowed in fear, this wasn’t exactly what I had planned.

He started to walk back towards me, his eyes never leaving my face. I met his stare and felt a clutch in my stomach as I realized what I had just gotten myself into. I had no idea who this man was, what kind of man he was, if I would be safe even. The uncluttered reality of what was happening started the panic roaring through my ears and I quickly moved to the other side of the desk, hoping to put some distance between us.

He saw my evasiveness and just smiled. “Why, Sarah, whatever is wrong? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. I assumed when you were giving me that wonderfully sexy show in class today that you wanted me alone. Isn’t that right my sweet Sarah-girl?” He said the last part while moving closer to my location.

I stepped back even farther and stammered out a reply, “Please, Professor Greg, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, I’ll just go before I embarrass myself any more. Please.”

He chuckled at her innocence. Did she think she could just come in here, show off her wet pussy and walk away without letting him taste the sweetness she offered? Without being punished for her daring sexual exploits? Obviously she did. Well, he was going to have to show her how wrong she was. As she was pivoting to leave, he reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Sarah, it’s not embarrassing yourself to show me that sweet wet pussy of yours.” He whispered into her ear, “It is, however, very naughty of you to tease me like that when I have a class to teach. I don’t think you understand the way a man’s desire works. You shouldn’t tease if you aren’t willing to pay the price. And you are going to pay the price Sarah. Of that you can be certain.”

The fear of his desired retribution immobilized me temporarily, trapping me in his heat filled gaze and pooling low in my belly.

I snapped back to focus, and began to try to pull my arm out his grasp while saying, “Professor Greg, now be reasonable. I’m your student, how would that look if other people found out. It was stupid of me to try and tease you. I thought I wanted, . … oh, well, it doesn’t matter what I thought I wanted. It was wrong and I’m sorry. Please let me go. No one ever has to know about this.”

“What bartın escort did you want Sarah? Hmmm? Did you want to take my cock in your mouth and milk the cum out of me? Or did you want me to fuck you until you were screaming? By the way you were touching yourself in there today, I think you want it all. Am I right?” Professor Greg asked while stepping behind me and placing his hands on my hips, pulling me flush against him. He lowered his head and nuzzled my neck, grinding his hips into my backside, the hard throbbing heat snuggled tightly against me proving how effective my seduction was.

His touch was making me lose my concentration and I murmured, “Yes, that’s what I wanted.” Any thoughts of escaping were quickly being replaced by my original desire and now something even darker, as I realized the game he was playing with me.

He grasped my shoulders and spun me around. “Sarah, that was very bad of you today. I don’t think I can just let you walk out of here without knowing that you have learned something from this. I’ve been watching you since the first day you walked into my classroom. I’ve wanted to fuck that tight pussy of yours from day one, but now you put me in an awkward position. If I give in to you and give you what you want, you will have won. And I just can’t have that. So I’ve decided that the best course of action is to punish you for your insolence.”

“MY WHAT?” I sputtered. How dare he! How dare he think he had that much control over her actions that she would let him punish her. Of all the nerve. “I don’t think so, Professor.” My voice dripping sarcasm, I proceeded to tell him that no man would ever punish me for any perceived wrong, insolent or not.

He just smiled at my protest, leaning towards his desk to pick up something. His ruler. Oh no, he didn’t think, no, no,….NO! He couldn’t possibly think he was going to do anything with that ruler. Smack! He did think he was going to do something and he did. He smacked my bottom hard with the ruler, causing me to fall against him in the process.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Professor Greg?” I asked, as a little thrill of excitement coursed through me.

“I’m punishing you Sarah, for teasing me, for trying to get me to lose my control. Now I’m going to show you that it isn’t wise to try and break a man’s control. It could backfire on you, it fact I predict that before this is over, it will be your control slipping our of your grasp.” His voice was low and thick with lust.

“Never!” I practically shouted, trapped in his arms, my bottom still stinging from the sharp smack.

He moved quickly then, by the time I noticed that he was moving, it was too late. He pushed me down onto his desk face first and lifted my skirt up and over my ass. Exposing the white cotton panties I had picked out and the redness of my skin where the ruler had slapped it.

I heard the whoosh of the ruler coming down again and I winced in fear as I felt it connect with the fleshy underside of my bottom. I was so humiliated. My bottom was exposed completely to him and he was tapping it softly with the ruler, running it up the crack of my ass, never letting me know what he was going to do next. The fear was quickly being replaced though by desire. A desire to submit to him, to show him who could ultimately win in this competition.

He leaned down close to me and asked me if I was enjoying my punishment.

“You know you deserve this Sarah, you deserve to be spanked because you’ve been a very bad girl. And I’m just the man to do it. I’m going to show you what it means to submit to your sexuality completely. To me, and only to me Sarah.”

As he said this I felt the tip of his finger slipping into my panties, tugging them down in an excruciatingly slow manner. His finger caressed the top of my ass, sweeping across the rounded cheeks and ending with a slight grazing up my slit.

I gasped at the soft caress, noting the inconsistencies between his soft touch and his sharp slaps. Which is exactly what he had hoped for. He completed his stripping of me, pulling the panties down to mid-thigh. Leaving me stranded in the position of his choice, he used his foot to get me to spread my legs for him.

I was now practically laying on his desk, my ass pushed out for him to see, my widespread legs causing me to grip the desk for balance. He reached out and tugged on my hair, telling me without words to arch my back. I arched into him, hoping for more of his soft caresses. But he wasn’t obliging to my needs. This was strictly to show me how much control he could exert over me. And exert it he did.

He started to softly slap my ass cheeks with his palm, making sure that the contact was sharp and yet gentle at the same time. He slapped at my slit lightly. Telling me all the time that I was his for the taking, that before he was done I would be begging him to stop. Stop, God no, he ığdır escort couldn’t stop doing this to her. She’d seen enough S&M on the internet to know it wasn’t really her thing, but this, this was different. This wasn’t really S&M, she couldn’t be this turned on by that. She couldn’t want more of his slaps. Oh, but she did. She wanted to submit to his dark passion. And submit she would.

All too soon he stopped. I remained still, moaning softly, saddened by the loss and yet anxiously awaiting his next move. Both of his hands came down on my hips, where he used his fingers to caress the rounded softness there. Light, flicking strokes, designed to tease with their feather light touch. And to leave me wanting more. He drew a finger over my bottom, tracing the outline of my sex, while sliding one hand lower onto my thigh. Gripping the flesh there fiercely he let out a slight groan.

He didn’t stop there. He used both hands and parted my ass cheeks, exposing my ass to him and giving him a peek at my pussy lips, slick with my arousal. He was staring so intently at me and for so long it made me squirm against the desk, suddenly unsure and shy. But I couldn’t stop showing him, I wanted him to see all of me. I felt the rough fabric of his pants as he rubbed against me, wetting the front of his jeans.

“You’ve been so very bad Sarah, but your pussy looks so good, so hot, so wet. Oh God, I don’t think I can wait to take you. You’ve been teasing me far too long. Would you like that, Sarah? Hmmm? Would you like my cock buried in your pussy right now?” Professor Greg asked, his voice husky with need.

“Yes, oh yes, please.” I answered back, my voice almost gone. This was nothing like I had imagined it would be with him. It was much better. His hands, Oh God, his hands were so insistent, yet so eager to please. The way he handled her, as if she was his for the taking whipped her into a frenzy of lust.

I felt him shift his weight for a just second then felt the hot contact of the head of his cock pressed against my backside. Rubbing it over my cheeks, letting me feel the warmth emanating from within. He pressed farther down until he was nestled up against my pussy lips.

“Oh Sweet, Sweet Sarah. How I’ve waited for this moment, when I know how wet and ready you are, when your pussy is mine for the taking, when you’re at my mercy, of which I have none to spare. I will teach you to never tease another man, to never try to take his control, because you just might break it. And I never want you breaking another man’s control but mine. You are mine for the taking Sarah, never forget that you’re mine.” He completed his branding of me, by pushing the head of his cock into my pussy.

His thick head pulsated violently inside me, my entrance stretched taut by his force. I arched into him, telling him with my body what I wanted. But he kept me there, his cock head teasing my entrance, one hand gripping a hip, the other busy at my breast. Reaching under my bra, and pulling my nipple into a hard little nub. I moaned in response, my pussy aching for the full weight of his cock to fill me.

“Say it Sarah, tell me how much you want this cock. Beg, sweet Sarah girl, you’ve got to beg me for more. Let me have your body.” Professor Greg rasped out. His control a notch away from slipping.

“Please, please” I whimpered, “I can’t think anymore, I just want your cock. I want you buried in me Greg. I have to feel you in my pussy. I’m sorry I teased you but please, oh god, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

Finally satisfied with my lack of control, my submission to him, he fed the length of his cock into me. Thrusting long and deep, he made sure to stroke my inner walls, my pussy collapsing onto him. Squeezing my muscles tightly, I gripped the fullness spreading through me. Arching into his every thrust, I took all that he had to give. Settling into a rhythm, our bodies met over and over, in a violent clash of heat and wetness.

He kept his control tight at first, his thrusts measured. Now knowing the game he was playing, I tried to stop my body from responding to his touch and to his thick cock stroking me. But it was useless, and I felt my pussy tighten in response to his lovemaking. The contractions were coming even faster now, my pussy clenching him, pulling him even deeper. Snapping the fine silky thread of his control.

Somewhere out of the fog I heard him say, “Cum for me Sarah, give me that sweet pussy. You know how I want it, you know how I like it. Now give it to me. Yes, Sarah, yes.”

His words sent the blood soaring to my already swollen lips and I felt the orgasm building deep within. My muscles tightened one last time and then began to spasm around his cock. Giving him what he asked for and in turn asking for his unconditional surrender. He gave in, and with his hands holding my hips firmly, he gave one final thrust as his seed spilled from him in a violent burst of wet heat.

I felt the satisfaction of knowing I had given Professor Greg what he needed and I in turn had gotten what I wanted. Professor Greg as my lover.

He stood up and rearranged his clothing. I stood up as well and fixed my clothes, a little unsure of what to say. Professor Greg winked at me and said, “You got an A+ Sarah. See you next week in class.”

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Note: This is my first story to submit to , and the character Ben is not mine, he is the idea of ddwriter, who inspired me to write this.

Ben and I have known each other for a short while, we met on a nude beach we both frequented, and I decided that he was good-looking and walked over to introduce myself, being the bold woman that I am. “Hey there big guy. My name is Lily,” I said, smiling up at him from my smallish 5’4 stature. Raven-colored locks framed my heart-shaped face and big green eyes stared unabashedly at all his features, as I knew he was looking at mine. Size D breasts and wide hips made me look a bit more heavyset than I actually was, but he found my curves quite enticing. We talked until the sun went down, and after passing around phone numbers, we promised to keep in touch. We talked about a whole lot of nothing most of the time, some serious subjects here and there: politics, religion, views on worldly things and laws. A few times the conversation had turned to my sexuality, but I expertly dodged his questions as to reveal nothing about myself other than I am heterosexual. He became more and more curious and his questions more and more frequent. One day after dancing around his questions (again), I invited him over for dinner and possibly a movie. Since I wasn’t much of a cook, I ordered Chinese take-out. We agreed to meet at 7pm. I hopped into the shower at 6, mulling over our past conversations in my head. Maybe I should just tell him, I thought to myself. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Maybe he’ll even like it…

Dressed in a simple black blouse opened just a little too much and faded jeans that hugged my ass just a little too tightly, I answered the door, my heart pounding. He took my breath away–still as handsome as ever…and he still had the same effect on me. My nipples tightened and thoughts of him strapped to my bed assailed my mind, making it difficult to concentrate. Oh, the wonderful things I could do to this man! We had Chinese take out and some Merlot I had been waiting to open, but never had the occasion to. All while he was eating his Kung Pow Chicken, I was imagining him blindfolded, strapped down, being attacked mercilessly by my feather ticklers, my lips, my tongue…I think my arousal was showing through my actions, because Ben seemed very interested in the way I slurped up my noodles and licked my lips ever so slowly. It seemed his thoughts had turned to where mine had been since he arrived–there was a bulge forming in his pants. I decided to make it worse by nibbling on the end of my chopsticks, absentmindedly sucking them, running them over my lips. A time or two I got up to get something, and “accidentally” dropped my napkin on the floor, bending over right in front of him, my black lace thong peeking over the top of my hip-hugging jeans.

Soon after eating, Ben got a serious expression on his face. “Lily, please. Why won’t you tell me anything about your sex life? You know I won’t judge you. You know I’m your friend. Why do you always dodge my questions?” I blushed a deep shade of pink and thought, well, I might as well tell him. But then artvin escort a better thought came to me. Why don’t I just show him?

“Alright, Ben. But you asked for it, remember that. Come with me.” Looking a bit confused, he followed me into my bedroom. Here goes nothing, I thought, and opened up the door.

Ben took a good look around, puzzled, and asked me, “So, why the big secret? There’s nothing in here out of the ordinary.” I lifted a finger to silence him, then reached for my nightstand drawer. Inside the deep drawer were all kinds of things. I pulled them out, one by one, laying them out for him to see, narrating what each one was. “Fuzzy handcuffs–classic, under-the-bed ties, feather ticklers, vibrators, books on how to drive men wild, dildos, silk ropes, different kinds of lube…” Ben just stared at the things, dazed. “Wow.” was all he managed to say.

“Ben, I do wish you would say something else. I’ve kinda laid myself out there for you.” My heart pounded, my mind filling with all the wonderful, terrible things I could do to him with these toys of mine.

“Do you, uh, use these on your partner, or are they for yourself?” There was a movement in his pants, the cloth tenting up over his obvious erection. That’s the price you pay for such a huge cock, I thought to myself, and then my mind did wonderful things with that cock…brushing it over my warm, wet lips, licking the tip free of precum, pressing on all the sensitive points…my panties started to dampen as I spoke, my voice getting a bit more shaky and aroused. “They are usually for my partner…I’m not into the pain of bondage, more the teasing and torment, waiting for your mistress to give you orgasm. You have to beg for your pleasure. Though I haven’t had a partner in a while, most seem to run away scared when they see all this…” I gestured vaguely to the toys laid out on the bed. Ben’s erection grew even more, once again astounding me with its size. He tried to press it down discreetly, but there was no hiding his obvious attraction. “Ben? Does that…do these…excite you?” There was a lust burning deep in his eyes that turned me on even more, my panties now on the verge of soaking. He wasn’t even trying to hide his erection anymore, he just let it stand proudly, at least as much as it could in those confining pants. He only nodded, and I leaned forward, pressing my breasts together right in front of his face, and purred out, “Would you like a demonstration of how these toys work?” He let out a sigh and murmured “Yes” even as I reached for the silk ropes.

“Ok,” I told him. “Strip down for me, I’ll need you naked for this.” He looked at me incredulously, like he couldn’t believe what was happening, and didn’t move. I pulled him up on his feet and pulled his shirt over his head, quickly reaching for his zipper, eager to free the cock I could feel throbbing underneath. I paused and lowered his zipper slowly, oh so slowly, my sensuous fingers stroking him through the fabric, loving the feel of his hard member under the fabric. I undid the button of his aydın escort pants and his cock sprang forward, into my waiting hands. “Ben! You bad boy. Not wearing underwear I see. Well, no matter. It’s just one less step for me to go through. After I pulled his pants around his ankles, I looked up at him from my kneeling position and smiled wickedly. Quickly I reached for my handcuffs, latching his hands behind his back, so I could touch and fondle and stroke him all I pleased, but he couldn’t touch me. He looked at me with a bit of panic in his eyes, and also a fire of lust, burning deep and hot. “This won’t hurt,” I assured him, stroking him, letting him take in the full view of me on my knees as I took in the full view of his enormous cock. My left hand fondled his balls as my right slid over his shaft with an oh-so-light touch, teasing him with my warm fingers.

My lips slid agonizingly slowly over his cock, rubbing against the sensitive tip over and over, bringing him intense pleasure. Taking my time, I continued my oral explorations while he stood there, helpless, his knees threatening to give out under my ministrations. Smiling wickedly, I unlatched the cuffs and ordered him to lay down on the bed. I picked up the silk ropes and tied each limb to each of the four posts securely, spread-eagled, but not too tightly. I paced around the bed, stopping here and there to brush my hands over his inner thighs, to toy with his balls, to lick at him. Bit by bit my clothes came off, first my shirt, then my jeans, all while Ben watched intently. My bra quickly followed, and I tossed it away and jiggled my breasts a bit, loving the freedom my nudity offered. All that was left was my panties, which I stripped off very slowly, watching the hunger in Ben’s eyes burn hotter as I wiggled my hips to let the little bit of lace fall to my ankles. I picked it up with my foot, tossing it carelessly onto his chest, letting him inhale the scent of my arousal. My tongue swept slowly over the curve of his ear, and I heard him take a sharp breath and moan a bit. “I’ve imagined doing this to you for a very long time, Ben.” I gently nipped his earlobe. “Ever since I saw you on the beach, I’ve wanted you. And now, I’m going to make you want me.” I slid into bed, next to him, picking up my favorite feather tickler. I ran it over all the sensitive parts of his body, his ribs, his stomach, his inner thighs, his balls. He arched up as much as his bonds would allow, his body begging for more friction, more firmness, but all he could manage were a few moans and whimpers. The feathers brushed over his shaft and he managed to form words. “Lily…please…”

“Please what?” I asked, repeating the motion.

He only gasped and thrust his hips upward. I pulled away for a moment, letting him wonder where I was. I moved to the foot of the bed, climbing between his legs to firmly grasp his cock at the base. I began to stroke him, watching precum leak from the tip, licking it away every now and again. I could feel he was getting closer to orgasm, feel the cum rise from his balıkesir escort balls into his shaft. After another good stroke, I released him, his hips still pumping the air, begging for one more stroke, one more touch. I decided to resume the tease, so I crouched over him, straddling his waist on my knees, as to not apply pressure to his body at all. Reaching over him for my vibrator, my nipple brushed his lips, sending a shock of pleasure through my whole body. “Ooh,” I murmured, repeating the action. “Yes, I like that. Go on, Ben, take it into your mouth, I know you want to suck on it.” He complied quickly, flicking his tongue over my nipple while I arched against him. Grabbing my vibrator, I quickly rubbed it against my clitoris, feeling my pleasure spiral higher. Soon I was in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm, crying out and frantically pumping my hips against him. He looked up at me, desperation covering his face as he took in the sight of me at the peak of my pleasure.

“Oh, Ben…” I murmured, once I caught my breath. “Poor thing. You probably want to come too, don’t you?” He nodded frantically, struggling against his bonds. “Well,” I said thoughtfully, “I’m still quite aroused…I bet I could come again.”

I lowered myself down onto his cock, facing away from him, so he could see my lovely ass as I sank down on his throbbing member. I could feel him struggle against his bonds, reaching for my hips. I loved the way he stretched and filled me. I wasn’t able to take all of him, but I took as much as I could. His breathing increased as he pumped his hips, trying to get some friction. I didn’t help, just sat there on top of him, letting him move as much as the ropes would allow–which wasn’t much. Again the vibrator went against my clit–I had enough stimulation for another orgasm in that toy. I couldn’t say the same for poor Ben, who was struggling for friction underneath me. I masturbated myself with the vibrator and his cock, milking him with my inner muscles. He flexed inside me, adding to my pleasure, sending me over the edge again. I quickly began thrusting my hips up and down, trying to extend my pleasure.

Much to Ben’s dismay, I’m sure, I stopped just before he got his pleasure. I felt him harden even more inside me, signaling his approaching explosion, and after one more thrust, I stopped. He cried out his protest, a mixture of moans and pleas for release. I lifted off of him, giving his cock one final squeeze.

“Oh…Lily, please, please, I have to come, I have to, I can’t take any more, please!”

“Ooh, you’re so cute when you beg!” I said, firmly grasping his cock in my hand. “Go on, keep begging.”

He continued to plead for release as I stroked him, enjoying his desperation thoroughly. Using my two handed technique, one hand on his shaft, one on his balls, I brought him ever closer to orgasm, debating as to whether or not I should actually let him come. His balls contracted; he was close.

“Lily…I’m so close. Please let me come, please, please, I need to come, please let me…”

To his relief, I finally let him come, stroking him through his orgasm as he spurted all over my hands, his stomach, and his chest. I quickly moved to release him from his silken bonds, not wanting him to become stiff and sore.

I handed him a soft cloth to clean himself off with, and after I wiped my hands clean, I cuddled into his chest. His arm went around me possessively, and we slept.

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Hi guys, hopefully you’ve read the first three chapters so you know that I’m Hayley, this is my first time writing erotica, so we’re being gentle on me, blah blah blah. I absolutely adore your comments, so please keep them coming!!! I soooo apologize for the delay in this post, unfortunately over my spring break my grandmother had a stroke and passed away. That combined with college and finals and everything has just made life super hectic/difficult, so writing has kind of been the last thing on my mind. Hopefully I haven’t lost you as readers!! And I hope that you’ll like this chapter!! Thank you so much for all of your support, I love you all! Thanks for reading! <3

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The Bahamas — Day One, Part Two

“…This is Tessa, Brad’s girlfriend.” My heart stopped. A feeling of pure sickness washed over my entire body, and I started shaking. I fumbled with the phone, almost dropping it, and I hit the little red phone picture button to end the call as hard as I could, as if I could erase what I had just heard. My breathing was labored, to the point of being near hyperventilating. My eyes burned, but I couldn’t cry. It was as if I was so shocked that tears just refused to come, to accept the situation.

Brad walked back into the room, holding the other pair of handcuffs, a candle and the nipple clamps, and it was like my body took on a mind of its own. With all the strength that I had within my small body, I shoved myself up (slightly difficult, considering one of my hands was handcuffed to the headboard) and hurled the phone at him as hard as I could. I screamed, no words, just a loud screech because I didn’t know what to say.

With quick reflexes from playing football in high school and college, he was able to just narrowly miss the phone, and it hit the wall behind him and shattered into what looked like a million pieces. His eyes grew large, and he just stared at me in utter horror before throwing the handcuffs, the clamps, the candle and the lighter to the ground beside him.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” His voice came out in a roar, a pitch that I’d never heard before. Had I been in my right mind I probably would have been terrified, but right now I was so angry that I couldn’t even think straight.

“CLEARLY A LOT OF THINGS, BECAUSE YOU DECIDED YOU NEEDED SOME LITTLE TART ON THE SIDE TO KEEP YOU ENTERTAINED WHILE I WAS AT HOME CRYING OVER OUR FAILING MARRIAGE!!!” I screamed right back at him, my voice high and hysterical.

His eyes lowered with a flicker of recognition, and his voice dropped. “Who was on the phone, Nicole?”

“Your ‘girlfriend’ Tessa,” I sneered with as much venom in my voice as I could muster.

All the bastard could do was nod. The room was still while he stood at the foot of the bed in silence for a few long moments, his eyes glowering down on me. It was only then that I realized where I actually was — naked, handcuffed to a bed, with absolutely no where to go. And it wasn’t like I’d bought some flimsy handcuffs. No, the store that I’d gone to sold law enforcement strength handcuffs. Like the ones the police used. There was no wiggling my way out of these. If he wanted to keep me here, he was more than able to. And we weren’t even connected to the main hotel. I was stuck. “Unlock me. Let me up.” My voice was cold, almost unrecognizable, even to me.

He just shook his head, and stayed silent for a few more moments. He was going to have to say something. This was so uncomfortable. Hell, I’d much rather us be having an all-out screaming match than this. “No, I’m not going to uncuff you. We’re going to talk about this. It’s not what you think though.”

The nerve! Who the hell did he think he was, to keep me prisoner like this?! The second he finally let me up I was so filing for divorce. This shit was ridiculous. He couldn’t do this to me!! This was most definitely some form of kidnapping, right?! Definitely against the law. He was a prominent lawyer. I wonder how much press coverage I could get if I got him arrested. I was going to take him down so hard.

“GOD DAMN IT BRAD, LET ME UP!” I screeched. Okay yes, I got slightly scary-high pitched with I was upset.

He leaned down to the ground to the other set of handcuffs, looking like he was grabbing a key for a moment. But then… oh no. He- he was grabbing the other set! What the hell?! He unlocked both wrists of the new ones, and walked over to me. “NO!” I screamed, and reached out to scratch him, or hit him, or something.

But he just grabbed my small wrist and put it up on the headboard next to the other, and before I even knew what was happening, I was cuffed by the other wrist as well. Fabulous. Now he had me doubly restrained.

“Nicole, we are going to talk about this.” He paused, and was silent for a moment. The only sound that filled the room was the slight clink-clink-clink of the handcuffs hitting the headboard, as my entire body was shaking, out of rage. “I know that if I were to let you up, that would be it. So we’re going to talk about this until it’s resolved. Understood?”

I kırklareli escort closed my eyes, and tears ran down my cheeks. I said nothing. He was technically right. The second that he let me up I was out of here. “Fuck you,” I whispered.

I could practically feel his smirk as the bed dipped and he sat down next to me. “Such vulgar words from such a pristine little girl. What would your mother say?”

“Shut the fuck up Brad. You don’t get to make jokes. Uncuff me. Please.” I choked out a sob, and forced my eyes open to look at him. I focused all my energy into what I hoped was a hateful stare, but I knew that it wasn’t coming across as strongly as I wanted. I loved the man, that wasn’t going to change within five minutes, no matter what the circumstance. But my heart was broken, and I knew that was in my eyes. He had to see that.

At least, if he did notice my hurt, he didn’t acknowledge it. That was always our problem in our marriage. He’d close himself off like this. He’d take the offensive, like I was some other player on the other football team. Someone he had to defeat by becoming ultra-cold. He’d resort to sarcasm, mean little comments, and would undercut me. I could practically feel our problematic marriage bubbling to the surface again. It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours.

His deep voice, the scary one that he used when we were fighting, or when he was doing lawyer things, interrupted my thoughts. “The woman who called you was Tessa Dallas. She’s an intern at the firm. She started a few months ago. She is not my girlfriend.”

I just stared up at him. What else could I do at this point?

“I’ve had drinks with her a few times.” His voice grew softer, quieter as he went on, and his eyes left mine in shame. That was something that I rarely saw. I could feel bitterness rise in my throat, and for a moment I was sure that I was going to vomit.

“Did you fuck her?” my voice sounded distorted, like it wasn’t me asking the question. It couldn’t be.

He quickly shook his head, but remained silent.

“You did something with her though. Oh my God. You’re disgusting.” I could barely choke out the words.

“It was a kiss. Once. Nothing more, Nicole. Certainly not enough for her to be calling herself my girlfriend. And that was the last time that I saw her…”

I couldn’t breathe, and fire rushed through my veins as anger overtook me. We’d had our problems, but we’d been faithful. At least that’s what I had thought. My friends had been so sure that he was cheating. Why else would he be gone so much? But I stuck to the fact that no, not my Brad. Not us. We weren’t that couple. But apparently he was. He was the guy that went out and kissed random girls despite that little platinum wedding band on his finger.

“Get. Away. From. Me.”

He simply shook his head again, and leaned towards me, and pressed a soft open mouthed kiss to my neck. I tried my best to pull away from him, but with the cuffs it was no use. I kicked my legs, thrashing around, trying to push him away from me. He just gave me a sad smile though, and used his large hands to hold down my hips, as he feathered more kisses down my neck, towards my collarbone.

“Stop…” I whimpered, but my body was betraying me. I could feel myself arching towards him, despite all of my internal protests against it. He nipped my right collarbone softly and gave my waist a small squeeze before he pulled away from me, but only far enough to allow his lips enough room to hover about half an inch above my skin.

“Remember that one really big fight that we had, about a month ago? The one-“he paused, and I swear I could hear his voice break, “The one where you mentioned divorcing me?”

FLASHBACK — THE FIGHT

It was his own father’s birthday, and the asshole had forgotten. God, I’d looked like such a fool explaining that one. “Oh yeah, sorry your only son forgot your birthday, Mr. Davis. It seems as though work is much more important to him than you, or his mom, or me these days. Haha!”

I stormed through the front door, and glanced at my watch as I slammed the door closed behind me — 11:53. I’d spent the past five hours at a birthday party for Bradley’s father making up awkward excuses about how he would be there in ‘just fifteen more minutes’. It wasn’t even as though I had been able to get in contact with him to get an ETA on where he was, or when he’d be coming.

I really wasn’t close with his family. Brad knew that. I mean, we tolerated each other fine, but his mother wasn’t all that fond of me because she had always hoped that Brad would have married his high school girlfriend, Brittany. Who, coincidently, was also at the party. His dad is fine, but is just quiet, so he wasn’t much of an ally to me. And Brad’s sisters don’t like me any more than his mother do. I’ll never measure up to Britt. I’ve long since accepted that. But normally I can hide behind my husband during these awkward family encounters. Except for you know when he doesn’t afyon escort show up.

It was just horrible. Just… sitting there. Staring at the door, hoping he’d walk through it, show up and rescue me. But of course not. And it really shouldn’t have surprised me as much as it did.

But what did surprise me was to walk into the apartment and find him sprawled out on the couch, watching a TiVo’d episode of CSI: Miami with a beer. “Hey baby! Where’ve you been?”

I threw my purse and keys to the ground, not bothering to walk over to the little table in the hall that I normally put my stuff down on, and I could feel anger pour through my body like hot lava. “You son of a fucking bitch. How long have you been here?”

He stood up and flipped off the TV, and stared at me, clearly confused, with one eyebrow raised. “Ummm… like two hours? I got home early; I was hoping we could have dinner together or something.”

“It was your father’s birthday party, you fucking moron! I’ve been telling you about this for weeks! And I’ve been calling and texting you all night!”

He pursed his lips and inhaled sharply, “Ah shit, I’m sorry Nikki. My bad. Hope you told Pop ‘Happy Birthday’ from me?” he paused, and gave me a half smile, “Hey, did you bring back any cake by any chance? I’m starving.”

“IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!” I exploded. I could feel my face turning red, and my voice was so loud that my body shook. Seriously, that was what he was going to say to this? ‘My bad?’ And then ask for cake?! I had barely seen the man in six weeks, but I’d been leaving him little post-it’s all over the place for this. I’d been making sure his assistant reminded him about this party. I’d put it in all of his different calendars and organizers and phones.

He just gave me this strange blank stare and shrugged, and looked at me almost as if I was crazy. Okay, that really set me off.

“Goddamnit, Bradley, I haven’t seen you in months! I ask you to do this one little thing, not even for me, but for your damn FATHER, and you can’t even manage to do that?! Seriously?! I mean what kind of a heartless bastard are you?!” I threw my arms up and stared at him wide eyed as I walked closer towards him.

“What are you talking about Nikki, I see you all the time…”

God, he was so daft. “No, no you don’t. You see me in passing. I see the damn doorman more than you. We haven’t made love in nine weeks. NINE. I haven’t had a proper meal with you in almost five months. And we haven’t had a conversation that wasn’t some form of a fight in God knows how long! So no, you don’t ‘see me all the time'”

He was silent. Yes, there was no comeback to that because I was completely right. He knew that. Which was utterly heartbreaking, because I shouldn’t be right about something like this. Where had our marriage gone? Where had the happy couple that we’d once been disappear to?

“Well did you ever think that it’s because you’re horrible to be around?” His words, although low, and not said in an angry tone hit me like a slap in the face. “Yeah, I mean shit, Nikki, no wonder we don’t spend time together, I can’t stand to be around you. All you ever fucking do is scream at me and point out everything I’m doing wrong. I’m sorry that I can’t be perfect like you are. I’m sorry I wasn’t born with a damn crown on my head, like Miss Nicole Paisley Weston here. Princess Nicole. Little princess can do no wrong.” He let out a bitter laugh and stared at me with a harsh cruelty in his eyes.

“This is over, isn’t it? Why the hell are we even trying anymore, Brad? Clearly it’s a lost cause. I mean you clearly hate me so much, and right now, I’m thinking pretty much the same about you.” I paused, and stared at the floor and took a shaky breath, “I’ll call my lawyer in the morning and have papers drawn up. This is done Brad. I want a fucking divorce.”

And with that he was gone. Before I could even look up, he had stormed out and slammed the door. I slid down the wall and started sobbing, and that’s what I had remembered about that night. I never did end up making the call to the divorce lawyer, I tried, but I couldn’t bring myself to dial the number. We didn’t speak for a week and a half straight after that. But then we just sort of got back to normal and pretended it didn’t happen.

But apparently his night hadn’t ended there.

***

After he’d stormed out of the apartment, Brad had texted the ‘hot intern’, Tessa Dallas, that he had had drinks with many times before. He didn’t really have all that many close guy friends since joining the firm, mainly because he was the youngest. And all of his college friends didn’t live around here. But the girl was the closest to his age, her being twenty one. He asked her to meet him at ‘their’ bar, a little place called Lockdown.

He drove and parked without thinking, barely pausing before he jumped out of the car to go inside, only stopping long enough to slip off his wedding ring. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do, but he wasn’t amasya escort exactly in the best frame of mind at the moment. To say the least.

He walked inside the dark, smoke filled bar and smiled when he saw her sitting in a corner booth, waiting for him. Tessa was everything that Nikki wasn’t. She was model thin and tall — he figured she was probably around 5’10” or so. And she was a blonde, with this wavy hair that somehow always looked like she had just come from the beach. Her skin was deeply tanned, and her eyes were a deep purple, a color so startling that she was often stopped on the street and asked if her eye color was ‘real’ or not. She was stunning. Absolutely stunning.

But honestly, he wasn’t all that ‘into’ her. Sure, she was hot. Anyone could see that. But he wasn’t really attracted to her. Sure, maybe a little bit, but it was more that he just liked her personality. He liked that she was still in college, and that she was this upbeat sorority girl. He liked that she was like Nikki was when they were in college. Spending time with Tessa was like spending time with the woman who used to be his wife. Tessa was so much fun. She had such energy about her. So much spirit. So much passion. He could talk to her, or argue with her, for hours.

He’d been going out to have drinks with her after work for the past few months, since she started at the firm. After all, he was done with work most nights around midnight, and it wasn’t like Nikki was going to be up anyway (at least that’s what he figured). So he would take Tessa out for a few hours, and just enjoy her company. She’d become one of his closest friends. His confidante. But really, there hadn’t been anything sexual about their relationship.

A bit of sexual tension, just by nature, sure, but nothing more. Until that night. He broke into a grin as he approached her. With one hand he signaled the bartender to bring him a drink (he was a regular, so he didn’t need to really say what he wanted), but he kept his eyes on her. He mouthed ‘Hi’ to her as he got closer, but he walked slowly.

His heartbeat slowed. He hadn’t even realized it had been beating fast. It was the first time he felt calm all night. It had been such a stressful day at work, and then to come home and have his wife flip a shit on him hadn’t helped. But just being near Tessa was like an instant anti-anxiety drug. Finally he approached the booth and slid in next to her. Without a word, he pulled her thin body into his, into an almost crushing hug.

He breathed in her scent — a mixture of vanilla and some flower (lilies?) — and just held her. It was like he was releasing his stress into the universe, through her. Feeling her skinny arms wrap around his large body in an effort to hug him back with just as much intensity sent his heart soaring, and he just squeezed her tighter. The two sat there, embracing, for about three minutes, without a word. Neither realized when the bartender brought over his scotch, or when the song changed in the background. It was only them in the world at that moment.

When they finally pulled apart, her eyes were huge with inquiry. He had never touched her like that before, so why now? He just shook his head, and closed his eyes. He put his hand up, in a ‘stop’ type of motion, and quickly downed his drink.

When he had finished, he put down the glass and his hand, and took her hands in his. He just looked at her before he shook his head in awe, and then began spilling out the entire story, of how he and Nicole had been fighting lately, about how bad their marriage really was. Sure, he’d told her that things weren’t great, but he hadn’t let on just how terrible things really were. And then tonight, he’d worked so hard to finish up work early enough to get home to try to catch her for dinner, but she hadn’t been there. So he’d just taken the night to relax, and had caught up on CSI. Honestly, it was a complete mistake that he had forgotten his father’s birthday party. It wasn’t like he was this horrible, malicious man that was out to make his wife suffer through things with his family. His assistant hadn’t been in that day to remind him, and he’d lost his blackberry that day. He hadn’t gotten any of her texts or calls either. There were simple explanations for everything.

No, it didn’t make it okay. He understood that. But he’d apologized! So why hadn’t she just forgiven him?! It was a legitimate mistake! He was just under so much stress lately… everything was just getting to him. It was like the world was crumbling down around him, and he couldn’t even rely on his wife to be on his side. Hell, tonight she said that she hated him. She said that she wanted a divorce.

He paused long enough to lean his head back against the wall, and apparently long enough for Tessa to think that he was leaning towards her, or ‘making a move’. Because she certainly took that and ran with it. She pulled one hand away from his, and wrapped it around his neck, and pulled him close to her, bringing their lips together. Softly at first, as if testing what would happen, their lips just barely brushed. But before he even knew what he was doing, he had let go of her other hand, and grabbed her waist, pulling her over to him and lifted her onto his lap so that she was straddling him on the seat. He massaged the back of her neck as he pressed her head down towards his, and slipped his tongue between her open lips.

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As a psychologist in California, Amber had many contacts with people in show business. Tonight this brought her to a going away party at client’s house. The party was being thrown for the cast and crew of a little know show that was launching on a worldwide tour. Elizabeth was a friend of her client, and as near as Amber could professionally guarantee, also the cause of her client’s problems. What little Amber heard of her was mostly backstage gossip and late night after party conversation, but she was immediately able to identify the large caramel skinned woman standing next to the sandy haired, well-built muscular male. During the party he seemed be her personal servant, he served her drinks and brought her food, never drinking or eating anything himself. It wasn’t until later that Amber heard this man described as her boyfriend.

Amber realized that she had seen him on sets for various shows that Elisabeth and her client had worked on. Amber approached him looking for some insight into his girlfriend.

“Dan, right? Have you worked with the company long?” Amber asked trying to start a conversation. Daniel seemed startled that she was speaking to him.

“I only go to help Miss. Elizabeth.” He replied. This only sparked Amber’s interest more, she was now determined to talk with the “Miss. Elizabeth”.

Through the conversation Amber had late that night with Elizabeth. She learned that Daniel was in fact her slave. Knowing her personality Amber knew what a demanding Mistress Elizabeth must be. Backstage, Elisabeth was short tempered, demanding, and temperamental, she ordered everyone around like she owned the place. Amber can only imagine the demands she would put on a slave.

Even though she predicted Elizabeth to be hard to live with, was shocked to discover just how mean spirited Elizabeth was. Daniel had been instructed to pack his bag, he assumed to follow her to Europe. Her plans were entirely different. He was going to be sold in auction tomorrow morning to the highest bidder without any regard to how they might treat him. Amber did something at this point she doesn’t normally do. She offered to buy him. Elisabeth was all too happy to set a price, explaining that she could use the extra money as soon as possible. Amber stayed until the last guest went home and waited to take home her new pet.

Elisabeth called Daniel into the bedroom to talk. When he came out he was carrying his bag and trying to hold back tears. His former mistress placed a blindfold over his eyes and a leash to the metal collar permanently attached to his neck.

“I will send the rest of his things in the morning” Was the last thing Elizabeth had to say.

Amber took Daniel by the hand and led him to her car. Amber helped him into the passenger seat and buckled the safety belt over his hands, securing them to his sides. As she started the car and locked the doors, she could see the tension in Daniel’s shoulders build. It was only a short ride to her apartment but Amber deliberately drove silently in circles to lengthen the ride. When Amber finally pulled into the parking space in front of the apartment building, she came around to the passenger side and undid the seat belt and removed both the leash and the blindfold. “This will be your new home” Daniel collected his bag and walked silently behind her.

Amber opened the door to her small apartment. The main room was furnished in dark blues. The couch and chairs looked equally inviting. The kitchen was just off to the left and a hallway lead to three doors on the right.

“Have a seat, make yourself at home. Do you like chocolate?”

There was a short pause and then “Yes Mistress”

“There is no need to be so formal with me Daniel; you may just call me Amber for now.” Amber returned with a cup of hot chocolate laced with an herbal sedative, just enough to relax him a bit. “Here, drink this. That’s it. Now just relax. Amber started rubbing his shoulders and neck “Feel kastamonu escort good?”

“Mmm yes”

“It’s time for bed, I will get you your own bed if you decide to stay but for the time being you will have to share with me. Finish up your drink, while I get ready for bed? Ok? That’s a good boy.” Amber slipped quietly into the bathroom and dressed in a long, nightgown made of blue silk and velvet. She stood staring at her reddish brown hair pulled tightly in a bun, and pulled out the hairpins, letting her hair cascade over her shoulder on to her breasts. One more precursory glance over her slim form and she was ready to get Daniel.

“The bathroom is between the two bedrooms down the hall, go ahead and get ready for bed I will wait for you in the bedroom”

Amber looked up from her seat at the dressing table to see Daniel standing in the doorway shyly, wearing only his collar and covering his naked form as subtly as possible behind the door.

“Precious? Why are you covering yourself up?”

“I am sorry Amber.” He said as stepped into the room

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. If it will make you more comfortable you may sleep in these.”

Amber indicated a pair of navy silk boxers on the bed. He quickly pulled them on and stood waiting for further direction, receiving none, he laid down on the floor. Amber walked over to the large four-posted bed and patted it with one hand and offered her other hand to Daniel. “Come up here and lie down with me.” He climbed onto the bed gingerly as if he was afraid Amber would find fault with him. Amber climbed in after, trapping him firmly between the wall and body. He lay stiffly and shook as her hand brushed his skin with just the slightly. He did all he could not to pull away.

“I’m sorry”

“Hush baby you did nothing wrong, just lay with me tonight, that’s all you have to do.” Amber snuggled him close and pulled his head so it was resting on her breast. She felt his back begin to shake with sobs as she stroked it. Tears gently fell against her breast. Amber gently took his chin in her hand and titled his head so she was looking him in the eyes. His eyes tried to dart away but were unable to escape her assault.

“What’s wrong sweetie?”

“Ple-please don’t punish me.”

“Why would I punish you?”

“For, for being weak.”

“Oh darling don’t worry about that, I will never punish you for crying. But tell me, why are you crying?”

“No one has held me like that in so long.” Amber squeezed him tighter and the sobs increased

“I am here for you. I am not going anywhere. Just relax and let it all out.”

Amber ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her hand on his back, soothing him. The sobs subsided and he fell asleep gripping at her waist.

The next morning Daniel woke up to find his hands tied firmly to the bedposts by long silk scarves. He could probably slip the restraints off easily but he did not dare. As he became more aware he felt a damp cloth dabbing at his face and eyes.

“Good Morning, my precious. Hungry? Here eat up”, Amber offered a spoon full of scrambled eggs. “Would you like some fruit? Here.” Amber pressed a strawberry to his lips and let her fingertips gentle fall over his flesh. “We have a big day today. So eat up, you will need the strength. Ready?” Daniel licked the last of breakfast off his new mistress’s hands and nodded uncertainly.

“Good! Now when I release you I want you to go to the bathroom and take a nice hot shower, I will be in a few minutes.”

Amber entered the steamy shower slowly. “Stay right where you are.”

She stepped into the shower stall behind Daniel and saw the tension build in his muscles.

“Now arms out, good boy.” Daniel prepared his body for the slap or sting of a whip but it never came. “I am just going to wash you off, relax.” Amber filled a sponge with soapy water and begin running it over Daniels body. “Precious? Where kayseri escort did you get this mark from?”

“Mistress Elizabeth”.

“And the rest of these scars?”

“I don’t remember.”

“That’s horrible. Did you know that she should have never abused you like this?”

By his lack of response it was clear he did not. “I was hers, just as I am yours now.”

“Well there will be differences Daniel. Finish your shower and join me in the living room, take your time, there is no rush. The robe on the back of the door is for you.”

Daniel entered the living room clean, five short minutes later wrapped in a fluffy robe. “I am sorry Amber.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“For displeasing you. I will take my punishment now if you wish.”

“Hush. Sit down in that chair.” Daniel sat down into the armchair that sat across from the sofa where Amber was perched.

“First of all you have not displeased me. If I am displeased I will tell you. I just need some information from you and to have a little chat. How long were you with Elizabeth?”

“Four years.”

Amber looked at the young man perplexed, “And you are 20?”

“Yes”

“How long have you been here servant?”

“Three and a half years.”

“So you were seventeen when this started? Well Daniel you need to make a choice. I purchased you, so you are mine to do what I please with you.” Fear crossed Daniels face. “You will need to decide if you wish to stay as my pet or leave a free man. Let me explain your choices a bit more. If you choose for me to become your mistress, I will always provide for you and care for you. You will always have a word that means stop. I will never intentionally cause you harm. I will always respect you and value the gift of your submission. If you decide for any reason you want to leave this lifestyle I will allow you to stay here with me until you can get your life together. The only thing I ask is that you stay one week, and then you may choice to leave completely. Now is there anything you would like to ask me? It’s okay you can ask anything you want.”

“You had a slave before right?”

Amber nodded, “Go on.”

“What happened to him?”

“My last pet’s name was Jacob; he got a job offer across the country and asked to be released. He moved out over a year ago, but we are still close friends. I am sure he would talk to you if you wanted to ask him any questions. Now do you think you can would like to stay as my pet?”

“Yes Mistress.” Fear filled his voice.

“Good boy. The only time it is necessary to address me as Mistress is when I address you as precious or pet, understood?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now I am going to have to train you to be my pet, some of the rules may be very similar to what you are use to, others very different. Have you had a safe word before precious?”

“No mistress”

“A safe word is a word that means stop, that you are not comfortable and want what ever is happening to stop. Your word is Mercy. If you ever want me to stop just say Mercy and you will face no punishment for it. I will, on occasion, need to punish you for other things however. You will be punished for breaking rules that are clearly laid out. Do you agree to all the terms?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Please sign this paper stating that. Now there is only one more, small piece of business. Kneel before me. I am going to remove Elizabeth’s collar from your neck and replace it with a training collar. Sit still well I clip this off.” The chain fell to the ground from Daniel’s neck with a thud. He raised his hand to feel the naked skin. “Accept this collar as gift and symbol of my guardianship over you.” Amber buckled a thin leather collar around Daniel’s neck.

Daniel knelt on the rug with his eyes downcast and his hands at his sides, still wrapped warmly in his robe. Amber sat on the floor directly across from him, and slowly placed her hand on top kıbrıs escort of his and gave it a small squeeze. Daniel’s bloodshot blue eyes rose to meet hers in surprise. Amber leaned in and kissed him on the cheek capturing the lone tear that had escaped his eyes. She slowly pulled him into her arms and held him.

“You are safe now Daniel.” Amber showered the man that in so many ways was still a boy, in kisses. Slowly he began to return her kisses.

Daniel woke up later curled up on the living room couch alone, and panicked. Where was he? Where were his clothes? As he looked around the room, he started to remember and touched his new collar to confirm that it hadn’t in fact been all a dream. That was when he heard Amber placing a call from the bedroom.

“Jamie I realize it is a weekend, but I could really use a favor”. Daniel stayed still listening. “He is a mess.” “Three years, at least.” “I don’t think the office is the best place.” “Closed? So no one else will be there?” “Ok well I will met you at seven tonight, is it okay if I feed him first?” “Thanks, goodbye”.

Amber could tell by his breathing pattern that he was awake. “Good afternoon sleepy head. I think that we should get you dressed.” Daniel stood up and followed Amber into the bedroom.

“Take off your robe.” Daniel froze. “Pet, take off the robe.” He stood, struggling to obey. When there was still no movement Amber walked over to where Daniel was standing. “You do want to be a good boy, don’t you Danny?” He nodded slowly. “I am going to help you, be good so don’t fight me.” Amber walked behind Daniel and wrapped her hands around his waist untying the sash. She slowly slide the terrycloth robe down his shoulders and pulled it away from his body. He stood naked and obviously embarrassed in front of her. Amber placed Daniels hands behind his back and deftly secured them with sash. Taking one end of the sash, the Mistress lead her disobedient pet over to the posts of the bed. Daniel followed fearfully behind her. Amber backed Daniel up to one of the posts and tied his hands to it.

“You were a bad boy and did not listen when I gave you an order. As a result you are not allowed to move on your own, do not push me further. Amber moved her hands over the prone body in front of her starting with the face and moving down slowly circling each nipple and pinching them slightly. Her hands continued their examination down over his body, occasionally stopping to rub a tense muscle or kiss a bruise. Daniel began to give in to her ministrations and became his dick became rock hard. She began to slowly rub up and down his shaft with one hand, as the other hand roamed over Daniel’s body soothing him.

“Your body is beautiful, Danny. You mustn’t hide it from me. See how nice that feels? That is what good boys get as a reward. You have been good most of the day so you may have a reward if you can answer some easy questions for me. When is the last time you were touched like this?”

“Two months ago, Mistress.” Daniel’s voice strained to answer.

“Good boy, now one more. When is the last time you were allowed sexual release?”

“Never Mistress”

“Never?”

“I have never really done that Mistress”

“I want you to enjoy this, I am going to keep going until you cum for me.”

“Yes mistress.” Her hands continued to roam his body and to caress his manhood. As she leaned in and gave Daniel a deep kiss, he came.

It was if a great burden had been lifted from his soul. His body shook both from the physical and emotional release. His legs refused to support him, the only thing that kept him up was the fact his wrists were tied to the bedpost and his Mistress was standing in front him offering her body as support. Within seconds his wrists were released and he felt himself slowly lower to the floor. She held him there, wrapping the robe over him, as he snuggled into her lap. He tried to speak to form coherent thought and the put that thought into words, he failed. Amber quieted by kissing him solidly on the lips.

“Rest now little one. I will wake you up in a little bit so you can get cleaned up before we go to your appointment.” Had he not just had one of the most memorable experiences of his life he would have panicked, but being that he had, he only stirred slightly and reached for his mistress’s hand as she caressed him.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

Maya had a difficult night. Sonia kept tossing and turning, heedless of her presence. It wasn’t just that she shoved her smelly feet in her face now and then, but that she kept kicking and prodding her as she moved through the night. The smell only got sharper and cheesier, in the sweltering heat under the sheets. She kept getting streaks of damp, sticky sweat on her clothes and skin as her friend wiped her soles on her. Her sleep was constantly interrupted, and she had weird, disturbing dreams.

At some point, she dreamed of her grandmother Danica. She didn’t look like she had in the end, but young and strong, surrounded by a shining halo of light. It all seemed more solid and real than usual, in spite of the strange images. Maya even felt resentful and angry at her, for giving her false hopes and filling her head with fairy tales.

“Why did you tell me all those stories?” Maya said in her dream, crying. “I can’t make it work! Was it all made up?”

“No, child,” her grandmother said, gently. “Magic is as real as you and I are. You have fulfilled all the requirements but one. Do you remember what I told you magic was for?”

Maya nodded, and recited back. “It’s the world’s balance to injustice. It’s powered by selfless love.”

Grandmother Danica smiled, and patted Maya’s hair. “That’s right, child. You need selfless love, and an injustice to balance. You know the mental stance. Now you only need the spark to power it all up. You just have to-“

Sonia’s foot slapped Maya’s face, and she woke up.

“Morning,” Sonia said. “We have to go to school, come on!”

It was all too much for Maya. Maybe it was all dream nonsense, but her grandmother was just about to tell her the final secret, and Sonia had to spoil it. She crawled away from her friend’s feet, got out of bed, and started to cry.

Sonia was shocked to see her friend so upset. She was always happy around her. That was why she found it difficult to know when to stop. It was easy to go on teasing her and humiliating her, when she never complained. Deep down, even Sonia knew she went too far sometimes, but she thought it was Maya’s fault for not saying anything. She had to grow a backbone if she didn’t want to be trampled on.

But there was something Sonia didn’t realise. Every time Maya tried to object, even in the smallest way, it came as such a surprise to her that she lashed back at her, ignoring her and belittling her until she gave in. She was so used to her doing just as she was told, that any resistance felt like Maya was making a fuss over nothing and being annoying.

In spite of everything, Sonia cared for Maya, and didn’t want her to be hurt. She might even have found her attractive, if she hadn’t been so needy and ridiculous about her crush. But, as it was, she couldn’t imagine her as her girlfriend. Seeing her cry, Sonia got up and hugged her, feeling her tremble between her arms. She stroked her hair and whispered to her that everything would be ok.

Maya kept crying, inconsolable. It felt so good to be held by Sonia, but her friend didn’t even know why she was sad. She had devoted her whole life to her, hoping that, one day, she might feel something similar, and this was all she got for it.

“What’s wrong, Maya?” Sonia said. “I’m here with you, sweetie. I’m sorry you’re so upset.”

Maya buried her head in Sonia’s bosom, seeking comfort.

“I… It’s so hard,” she said. “You treat me like… and in school… everything is horrible.”

Sonia remembered the previous night, and felt pretty bad about her own behaviour. It was true she had been quite pushy and indifferent towards her friend, who had been just as sweet and compliant as usual. It might not have been fair, but she had enjoyed having an adoring admirer preparing her for her date, ready to wait for her to return and tell her all about it. Foot rubs on demand were a delicious indulgence she would find hard to do without, too.

“Alright,” Sonia said, patting her and stroking her. “There, there. Don’t cry. We’ll talk about this tonight, ok? I know I can be mean at times, you just have to speak up for yourself.”

Maya cried even harder. Sonia didn’t understand. How could she complain? Whenever she tried, she squashed her like a bug.

“Awww,” Sonia said. “Things will get better, Maya. I know they will.”

At last, Maya was exhausted from crying. She gave a few final sobs, shuddering, and hugged Sonia tightly as she caught her breath.

“Thank you, Sonia. At least you care.”

“Of course I care! Now, wash your face, get ready, and let’s go to school.”

Maya nodded. Both girls had breakfast, and got ready to face another day. Hopefully they would be able to avoid their tormentors.

*****

School was difficult for Sonia and Maya, lacking a credible adult to speak for them.

Sonia lived at her mother’s house, but her mother didn’t live there anymore. She didn’t care what Sonia did, so ardahan escort long as it didn’t require her to take any action. At least she sent her a generous allowance every month, and kept paying for the utilities. If it involved her showing up for a meeting, or signing a note, Sonia was on her own, though. She was lucky Maya spent so much time at her place, or she would feel even more alone.

Maya’s parents had died when she was a little child, and she had moved in with her grandmother. She couldn’t do anything about other students bullying her, but at least she could be counted on to help with teachers. Since her death, things had become a lot harder, as everyone knew nobody would make a fuss for her sake. Teachers had stopped even pretending to be neutral whenever she got in trouble. After all, the other students had parents who would complain, so it was easier for everyone if it was all Maya’s fault. She’d just have to learn to fend for herself.

Though Sonia and Maya tried hard not to cross anyone, there was a gang of four girls they couldn’t avoid. Rachel, Cara, Heather and Nicole, the Ruthless Judges, were their personal nightmare. Tall, strong, fast, and quick to anger, they demanded obeisance and compliance, and both girls had resisted them at the beginning. Now they had learned better. They were no challenge to the four athletic, cruel bullies. It was too late though. Their attempts to fight back at first, and escape them later, had marked them as disobedient, and deserving of special attention.

Sonia and Maya went together everywhere, finding in each other what little protection they could. They had grown a sense for where the girls were likely to stalk, ready to pounce, and most days they got away without much trouble. It seemed even the Judges enjoyed their private game of cat and mouse, but the longer they went without a good humbling, the worse it would get, and they had been lucky for an entire week.

As they were about to leave school, Maya and Sonia saw Rachel and Heather blocking the corridor ahead. Maya looked behind, and sighed. Cara and Nicole stood there, penning them in.

“Long time no see,” Rachel said, taunting the two girls, as they looked everywhere trying to find an escape.

“Don’t bother,” Cara said. “We’ve made sure we will have our fun. Heather’s checked, and there’s some kind of teacher’s meeting, so no-one will interrupt our games. Isn’t that nice and thoughtful of us?”

Maya nodded, and a second later so did Sonia.

“Shy, are we?” Heather moved closer, as she and the other three girls surrounded them, and started running their hands all over them.

At first, they only stroked their hair, faces and backs, but then they started touching their breasts and bellies. It was terribly embarrassing, and it only got worse when they started tickling, prodding and pinching them, giggling as their victims tried not to laugh or yelp.

“Seems like they learned their place,” Rachel said. “Still, got to make sure the lesson sticks in.”

Maya looked at Sonia, pleading, but there was nothing she could do for her.

“You, loser,” Heather said, pointing at Sonia. “You can cross this corridor, but you know what you have to do.”

Sonia knelt on the floor, and waited until every girl had offered her both hands to kiss. Then they patted her head, and allowed her to crawl on her knees down the corridor. She turned back for a moment, and saw them laughing and pinching Maya, making her squeak and cry out.

“You wanna see what we do to your girlfriend?” Cara asked.

Sonia shook her head.

“Yeah? I don’t care. You’re going to stay there, look, and have a good laugh with us, or we’re going to do the same to you.”

Sonia looked at Maya. She didn’t want to see her friend hurt, but she knew she had no way of escaping. Maya gave her a little nod in understanding. They just had to do the best they could.

“Adopt the position,” Nicole said to Maya, giggling.

Maya blushed. It didn’t matter how often this happened. It was just as humiliating as the first time. She lowered herself to the floor, and got on all fours.

Heather trod on her hand, making her whimper.

“Wrong!” she said. “Smile on your face, puppy. Don’t forget that part.”

“Please,” Maya said. “Please, I’ll be good!” She was still grimacing from the pain.

Rachel trod on her other hand, twisting her dirty running shoe on it.

“Smile. On. Your. Face,” she said. “Either you start smiling in five seconds, or we’ll give you something to cry about.”

Maya’s fear overcame her pain, and she managed to look up, smiling at the cruel girls, embarrassed to see Sonia looking down at her as well.

The worst part was Sonia was laughing too, joining the other girls. She wasn’t that good an actress, and it looked completely real to Maya. She simply found her humiliation amusing.

“Even Sonia thinks you’re fucking pathetic,” Cara said. “Open your mouth for your treat.”

Maya adıyaman escort opened her mouth, and Heather and Rachel stopped treading on her hands. She couldn’t help sighing with relief, making all the girls laugh.

“Nice and docile,” Nicole said. “Isn’t she, Sonia?”

“Uh, yes,” Sonia said, trying to keep from laughing, and failing at it.

“Well, watch this.” Nicole spat on Maya’s face.

That was the signal for the other three to do the same. They covered Maya’s face with spit, and made her lick all around her lips. She still had lots of spit all over her face, and Rachel used the dirty rubber sole of her shoe to smear it around, making her lap it all up from it afterwards.

“Tasty puppy treat,” she said. “Delicious divine essence mixed in with some yummy shoe dirt! What do we say?”

“Thank you, Mistress Rachel,” Maya said meekly, in between licks.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Heather asked. “That’s why we call her a puppy. She has no self-respect.”

“She’s not a real person,” Cara said. “Isn’t that right, Sonia?”

Sonia looked down at Maya, who was obviously upset and just about to cry. She knew it was unfair, but she couldn’t help finding her friend disgusting and ridiculous right then, and she started cackling at the top of her lungs. Perhaps some of it was the nerves. Surrounded by those girls, she was afraid they would turn on her any moment. The fact was, though, she knew at some level Maya deserved what she got. She really was a doormat, and doormats got stepped on.

That was just what Maya was dreading, and she burst into tears. The girls started slapping her.

“You have no friends,” Nicole said.

“This is all you’re good for,” Rachel said. “Crawling on all fours, getting spat on, and licking our shoes.”

“You’re a cry-baby,” Cara said. “A spineless whimpering puppy.”

“You should be grateful we let you do this,” Heather said. “Kiss and lick our shoes clean, now.”

Maya obeyed, as the four girls pressed their shoes against her mouth. She didn’t know what she hated more: the dirty, sweat-infused tops, or the dusty, mud-caked soles. But she used her tongue to clean them, and, when ordered to, even her teeth to clear out the smudges and dried up dirt.

“Stick out that tongue,” Nicole said. “Ewww, look! It’s all black.”

They all laughed, and one by one they wiped their shoes on Maya’s tongue, making sure to make it rough and painful.

“Up, up, up,” Cara said, placing her shoe sole above Maya’s nose.

She raised her head as high as she could, but Cara kept raising her shoe higher and higher as she got closer.

“Looks like you’re not made for reaching up.” Cara chuckled. “Lie like a worm and press your tongue to the floor.”

Maya lowered herself, feeling the cold, dirty floor under her breasts and belly, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, touching the tiles.

Cara rubbed her rubber sole all over her tongue, making her scream with pain.

“This is so much fun!” she said. “I’m using her like a shoe-rag.”

They played around with their helpless victim, wiping her shoes on her back, hair, and tongue, as she whimpered and groaned.

“Back on all fours,” Heather said. “Puppy time again!”

Maya sighed, but had no choice except to follow her orders.

“Ok, Sonia,” Heather said. “You see what a revolting maggot she is. Now it’s your turn. Spit on her and make her lick your shoes. Do that and we’ll stop getting on your case. We’ll even let you join us if you want.”

Sonia froze for a moment. It was true Maya was practically begging for it, but that was going a bit too far, even for her. Thinking about it, though, if Maya had done it for those girls she hated, why shouldn’t she do it for someone she loved? She might actually enjoy it, the little freak. It wasn’t like tending to Sonia’s feet was something new to Maya, though she’d never used her quite this way.

Sonia looked down at Maya, as if asking if it was ok, and Maya shook her head. She didn’t want this.

“I’ll do it,” Sonia said.

The four girls clapped.

Sonia spat on Maya’s face. The first time was difficult. She almost couldn’t do it. As the glob of saliva hit her, Maya began to cry, and it made it all easier for her. She really was a disgrace. She spat on her until her whole face was covered in it, to the mirth of the other girls, and started smearing it with her flat shoes. She had made Maya smell them before, under the pretext of knowing if they needed cleaning, and it was high time she took charge of her for good.

“Come on, Maya. Your nose already knows these shoes really well. Now it’s time for your mouth to make a new friend. Wider… wider… wider! Just like that. Good shoe-licker. Suck, too. Show me how much you want it.”

Maya cried and whined as Sonia kept pushing her shoes on her mouth for her to kiss, lick and suck on. She even made her open wide so she could push the toe deep in, making her karabük escort gag. The four girls were having the time of their lives.

“Alright,” Nicole said. “Let’s give our pet a little training.”

She took out a balled-up pair of crusty, worn socks, and rubbed them against Maya’s nose.

“Does that smell nice, puppy?”

“Yes,” Maya said, in a soft, broken whisper.

“I asked if it smelled nice!” Nicole said, kicking her.

“Yes, it smells lovely!”

“She’s a mess, isn’t she?” Cara laughed. “Fetch!” she said, as Nicole threw the bundle of socks down the corridor.

Maya crawled after them, picked them up with her mouth, went back, and offered them to Nicole’s hand, who rubbed her on her hair and belly, treating her like a dog.

They all took turns making Maya fetch, and Sonia joined in, enjoying herself just as much as the others. She might feel bad for Maya, but it was all her fault for being such a wimpy loser.

“Rub them on her nose,” Rachel said. “It’s her reward.”

Sonia rubbed the pair of sweaty socks on Maya’s nose, laughing and taunting her.

“Do we like that? Does puppy Maya love those sweaty, dirty socks all over her little doggie nose? Rub yourself against them, don’t make me do all the work. Yes, good girl. Sniff! No, harder. Let me hear you panting. Tongue out… like that. Give them a lick. Goooood doggie!”

Maya had no choice but to obey, rubbing herself against the cheesy, sharp, stinking socks. She hated it, but getting it done by Sonia was making her all confused. There was a part of her that responded to it as if it were a sign of affection.

After they had tired Maya out, the four girls held Sonia, hugging her close.

“There’s one thing we really hate,” Cara said.

“One thing above everything else,” Nicole said.

“Want to know what it is?” Rachel asked.

“Sure,” Sonia said. “Is it weakness?”

“It’s disloyalty,” Heather said.

She slapped Sonia’s face as hard as she could, and Sonia started crying.

“You’re such a piece of shit,” Nicole said. “Maya can’t help it, but you had a choice, and you betrayed your friend.”

“Now we’re going to make you pay,” Rachel said. “What we did to Maya will be nothing in comparison. We’re going to shave you. Everyone will know you’re our bitch and that your word is worthless.”

There were a couple of girls they had shaved before. Everyone in the school knew what it meant. They were reserved for the Judges’ exclusive use. Nobody was allowed to mess with them, but nobody could talk to them either.

Sonia began to cry and shake. She looked at Maya, begging with her eyes.

Maya got off the floor, and jumped the four girls. Catching them by surprise, they let go of Sonia, turning on her to beat her up.

“Run!” she said to Sonia, and she did.

Maya tripped the girls chasing after Sonia, and ran as fast as she could in the other direction, trying to give her a starting chance. It didn’t take them long to catch her.

They gave her a good beating, but she was still smiling inside. Sonia had gotten away. They made her beg for their forgiveness, kissing and licking their shoes, and they shaved her head.

“You’re our bitch now,” Heather said. “You stupid shithead. Your so-called friend was the one who really deserved it. She’s been using you for years.”

At last, they let her go, and she walked to Sonia’s house, hoping she would thank her and comfort her.

Sonia opened the door and saw Maya. She smiled, and then she noticed her shaved head.

“What are you doing here?” she said. “You know we can’t be seen talking.”

“What? After all I did for you?”

Sonia sighed.

“Look,” Sonia said, “I admit it. I owe you. I was a complete bitch to you, and not just today. I’ve been taking advantage of your silly crush for ages, using you and making you do anything I say. Yes, I know about it; the entire school knows, for goodness sake. When those four offered me a place to belong, I just couldn’t say no. I thought you would hate me, but it didn’t matter.”

Sonia gulped.

“Then they turned against me,” Sonia added, “and there I was, completely trapped. I asked for your help, and you gave it to me. I know I didn’t deserve it. I know you were better than I could dream of being. If I had known all this yesterday… But now it’s too late. You’re marked, and I can’t have any contact with you, or they will do the same to me.”

“So that’s it? After all this, you’re cutting me off?”

“What do you want me to do, Maya? We can’t fight them. I don’t want to be theirs like that. No dating, no other friends, no anything! Go away, and have a good life. Or maybe you think your pretend magic powers can grow your hair back.”

Maya nodded.

“I guess I should have known. Have a good life, too.” To her surprise, she meant it.

She went home and got in bed, ready to cry herself to sleep. There was a strange pressure on her head, as if there were a load she had to shift. She found herself doing one of her mental exercises, without even realising. The pressure weighed against her own mind’s tension as she strained. She thought of her friend, gave a sigh, and released her focus.

It felt like something caught, and she got dizzy for a moment, as her mind pushed on that load. It was as if she’d shot a bolt this time.

All nonsense.

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