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Dying of hunger and thirst, we each gulped down a glass or two of water, then switched to wine while Denise called out for Chinese food. Then we argued over who would have to get dressed to meet the delivery boy. Ruth had to don her trench coat and pay the guy after losing a game of “rock/paper/scissors.” She laid out the food, then had to drag me and Denise out of the bedroom. I had my head between the girl’s slender legs, my tongue probing deeply in her pussy. Hey, I was hungry! We ate like wolves, then raced each other back to the bedroom. Ruth got there first, but got tangled up getting her coat off. Denise and I started without her, but she soon joined in.

The rest of that night and most of Sunday were the same — great sex with two eager women and one rapidly tiring guy. I had to rest my dick for longer and longer periods, but my tongue and fingers represented me in the tournament of love. We even slept for several hours in the early morning.

Denise contentedly doubled her lifetime total of climaxes, then doubled that number again. Ruth never seemed to tire of making love to her, or me. I showed them how to scissor their legs together and rub pussies and Ruth LOVED that. Hey, what? I saw it in a documentary! Ruth delighted in being on top, dangling her breasts into Denise’s willing mouth.

Although she clearly enjoyed kissing Ruth, and was fascinated by her large breasts, Denise never got into eating pussy. That didn’t bother Ruth. Fortunately, I loved delving into Ruth’s thick mat of hair to taste her buried treasure. I’ve always liked hairy pussy for some reason (Not that I don’t love tonguing bare pussies, too!).

Denise artvin escort surprised me around noon by giving me a blowjob that would have revived Elvis. She topped it off by sliding a slender, wet finger into my ass just as I started to shoot gobs of come into her mouth (Hey, that’s MY trick!). That orgasm nearly put me into a coma.

Finally the time for my flight began to get close. I dressed and dashed over to Ruth’s townhouse for my luggage. The girls talked about taking me to the airport and coming back on the light rail line. But when I returned to Denise’s apartment she was in the living room wearing nothing but a tiny white bra. She had Ruth bent over an ottoman and was fucking her doggy-style with the strap-on. I laughed, gave them each a lingering kiss, and left. I heard Ruth begging Denise, “Harder! HARDER!” as I closed the door. A flight attendant had to wake me when we stopped at the gate in San Francisco.

Life went back to normal. I tried calling Ruth and Denise a couple of times, but nobody answered the phone at either place. A week passed, my bruises faded and my dick was no longer sore, then one evening the phone rang at home.

“What have you DONE to my sister!” a female voice hissed angrily in my ear.

“That depends on who your sister is,” I retorted.

There was a moment of silence.

“This is Naomi K——-.”

Ahhh. Ruth’s sister.

“Your sister and I had sex,” I said. “A LOT of sex. It was GREAT!”

“She’s turned into some kind of PERVERT!” Naomi declared. “She stays somewhere every night, and only goes aydın escort home to get ready for work. She told me about you, but won’t tell me what she’s doing NOW.”

Ruth and Denise were making up for lost time, I guessed, and keeping it quiet. Smart girls. People can be cruel to those who step outside the usual path, even briefly.

“Don’t worry, Naomi, she’s not in any danger. I think your sister is just … exploring something new. She’ll get back to normal after awhile.”

Naomi wasn’t reassured. She angrily muttered something about “exploring” and slammed down the phone.

Another week passed and the phone rang again on Saturday afternoon while I was folding laundry and watching a game on television.

“Is this Mr. K—–?”

“Yep.”

“This is Catherine Urbanski,” she paused, ” … from Portland?”

I hesitated, racking my brain, then the light began to dawn.

“Officer Urbanski? Is that you?”

“Yes,” she admitted lightly, “Officer Urbanski.”

“Can I help you in some way, Officer Urbanski,” I said, grinning into the phone.

“I think you can,” she said. “I’m looking for a caucasian male, about 30 years of age, physically fit, hetero, sense of humor, not too ugly. He has to be somebody who’s not a cop groupie, but not intimidated by cops or strong women.”

“Weeeelll,” I said, “I fit that description, Officer Urbanski. Were you considering coming to San Francisco to take me into custody?”

“I was hoping I could come down there, and we could take each other into custody,” she laughed. “That is, unless your friend balıkesir escort in Portland would object.”

“No, no,” I said. “Ruth and I are just old friends. Would next weekend fit your plans?”

“I was about to reserve a flight on Friday afternoon,” she admitted, “AND a hotel reservation.”

“I like a woman with a sense of adventure … and caution,” I said. “I’ll buy us dinner Friday night and we can get acquainted. If you hate my guts, there’s always Fisherman’s Wharf and Chinatown.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she laughed, “most guys get scared off when they meet me … professionally.”

“I enjoyed meeting you, Catherine” I said truthfully, “but I didn’t think you enjoyed meeting me.”

“Call me Cathy,” she laughed. “You’re right, I was pissed. But my partner convinced me I was just too tired to see the humor. So I tried to look at things objectively and finally started laughing. Then I began to think about calling you.”

I told her she had a great laugh and I was glad she called. Then I got her flight and hotel information and we said goodbye. I was still standing with my hand on the phone, thinking of Cathy Urbanski, when the doorbell rang.

I didn’t immediately recognize the attractive, dark-haired young woman on my doorstep, but she looked familiar so I let her push past me into my apartment. I closed the door and followed her into the living room.

“Do you know who I am?” she said, turning to face me with an odd, tense expression on her face. She dropped her overnight bag and began to unfasten her coat.

I hesitated for a moment, “Naomi K——-?”

“Yes,” she said, standing tall and defiantly throwing open her coat.

Except for her shoes, Naomi was nude, skin flushed, nipples pointing stiffly. Her long legs were visibly shaking.

She tried to speak, but couldn’t.

“Don’t worry,” I soothed, opening my arms. “I know what to do.”

(End of Chapter 15, end of My Weekend in Portland)

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MaMa had spoken to her husband and he suggested to ask Mr. Broadwood if he could call in 2 weeks, the 23rd, she said she would check her calendar to make sure they were all “Clear” for being naked.

They were, so she wrote to Mr. Broadwood.

My Dear Mr. Broadwood,

Excuse the informal greeting but after your visit we all feel you are more a friend now.

My husband has instructed me to seek your services on Friday 23rd of this month to issue maintenance to myself and both daughters.

He has asked me to remove all previous limitations and think the girls should present to you naked too to remind them of their humility towards others.

Also all maintenance should be given by you as you see fit, even to caning the girls if you see fit, and not only bottoms, after all they are almost 20 now.

Please reply in the first instance.

Yours …

My Dear Ma-am

I am indeed humbled to be considered a friend, thank you.

Yes I can fit you in on that date, around 11.00am would be fine for me.

Would you please instruct the girls at once to allow them to think, and be somewhat apprehensive of such a visit.

I will bring with me my junior cane as I feel 5 of this rattan leaves more of a memory for a growing up girl.

Did you husband mention if we were ok to wipe the tit and nipple swats you earnt?

Yours…

My Dear Mr. Broadwood

That is excellent news you can attend and we look forward to seeing you then.

On your previous question, my husband says my tit and nipple swats stand, and to make it 10 on each tit and 5 on each nipple as interest.

He asked if it could be done in private but leaves before or after the maintenance to your own views.

He also said if I earn more extras please use my inner thighs and pussy lips, my most tender areas to also leave me with a memory of your visit Sir.

Yours…

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

Mr. Broadwood could not get little Dora and Miss Ellie out of his mind.

He rang Cook to see if she could spare him half an hour after dinner was cleared. She was then in a frenzy wondering what she had done, and what she would be getting.

6.30 promt. she knocked at his office door.

“Ah, come in Cook, thank you for coming, how’s young Dora doing?”

“Blimey, she is a quiet one, I was just thinking when I have to deal with her it had best be over my knee. Why do you ask?”

He told her the story and Cook was aghast.

“So I plan to visit her now to inspect her room and cane the brat, and will probably need you to hold her down.”

Cook tingled, of course Sir, your the boss.”

“Yes Cook, and never ever forget it.”

They walked up the main staircase, he was carrying his travel cane, a short, thick effective tool he always thought effective.

They got to Miss Ellie’s room, knocked and walked in.

“Yes, oh, its you Mr. Brown and?”

“And, we have come to inspect your room.”

Cook started it off, “Dirty knicker kırklareli escort on the floor of the bathroom along with 2 wet towels, papers and books on the floor, clothes strewn..”

“That’s enough thank you Cook, anything to say Miss Ellie?”

“Nope, have you?”

“Yes, I am going to spank and cane you girl for untidiness, strip girl.”

“In your dreams.”

Cook grabbed her arms and Mr. Broadwood lifted her dress, Cook took it off and unhooked her bra as Mr. Broadwood snatched off her knickers.

“Do you want to go over my knee voluntary?”

She never answered, between them they and her over his knee and was spanked.

She struggled and Cook held her arms down as he hooked his leg over her legs spanking her over one knee.

He was not too severe and spanked her to a dark red.

“Anything to say now Miss.”

“Yes, fuck off.”

She was unceremoniously unmounted from his knees and laid over the bed with Cook grasping her arms tight.

He pinned her legs toward the mattress and let fly with a huge WHOOSH CRACK, followed by 5 more till she settled.

She got a good 12 cuts and was howling.

“I think 20 more should suffice Cook, unless you have anything to say Miss, I will give you a minute or so to compose.”

He tapped her bottom with his cane like a second hand ticking.

“Please forgive me Mr. Broadwood and Miss, it will never happen again I promise.”

“And will you be more condescending with the maids?”

“I believe you, 5 more then, hold Cook hard.”

It was to be 5 she would never forget, WWHHOOSSHH, CCRRAACCKK, WWHHOOSSHH

CCRRAACCKK, WWHHOOSSHH, CCRRAACCKK, WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK,WWHHOOSSHH, CCRRAACCKK.

“You will have 2 bed time spankings to look forward to Miss.”

“Yes Sir, I will not cause any more problems, honest.”

“I do believe you won’t.”

They left her room and she was still howling.

“Job done I think Cook.”

“Yes Sir.”

They got to his office, “I think I just have time before dinner to check you over, come in and lower your knickers.”

The day after Dora knocked on Mr. Broadwood’s office door, it was such a tiny feeble knock he knew in an instant who it was,

“Come in Dora.”

“You wanted to see me again Mr. Broadwood?”

“Yes I did, you may call me Sir,”

“Thank you Mr. Broadwood.”

He smiled, he rang Mrs. Broadwood to pop up to his office with her special cream.

They stripped the top off her and Mrs. B. cupped her tiny titties.

“You were right Sir, she needs my magic cream twice a day from me or you Sir.

They both dipped their fingers into the cream and tubbed a tit and nipple each, Dora put her hands on her head and enjoyed the thrill and attention.

“Have your nipples ever perked Dora?”

“Not sure what you mean Miss.”

Mr,. Broadwood lifted his wife’s jumper and took a tit from her bra.

Her afyon escort nipples were deflated and with just a couple of pinches grew the size of his finger nail.

“Wow Mr. Broadwood, do they both do that?”

He lifted the other out and as by magic was also extended.

“Wow again Mr. Broadwood.”

“You may call me Sir.”

“Thank you Mr. Broadwood,”

“Well Dora, have they?”

Her eyes were transfixed on Mrs. Broadwood’s nipples.

“Has what done what Mr. Broadwood?”

Mr. Broadwood smiled, and pinched both of hers.

“Ouch Mr. Broadwood.”

“Put your vest and top back on Dora, leave yours as they are Mrs. Broadwood.”

“Good girl, back here in the morning Dora.”

She hugged them both and skipped off.

Mrs. Broadwood locked the door, removed her top completely and bra, “Perhaps you could rub some on mine Sir as I try some on your cock.” She unleashed his throbbing cock and rubbed its length.

“My pleasure my dear.”

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

Kitty had just been over Cooks knee, and spanked with the wooden spoon, she thought the belt was not working.

Kitty had broken a glass and was not even on washing up.

Cook made sure her bottom was facing the others in the kitchen who were enjoying someone else being spanked.

The rest were let go and Kitty had to sweep the glass up and tomorrow take a note to Mr. Brown on her carelessness.

At last she was allowed to go and ran to the Gamekeeper’s shed.

In her hurry she had forgotten to go to the toilet before she left so stopped in then wood, she knew no one would be around so squatted down and peed.

With her head down concentrating where it went she never saw the two young woodmen in front of her watching.

She lifted her head and saw them, she went to stand and was held in her squat position.

“Now what are you doing in our wood.”

“I work here, in the house, my aunt is head cook.”

“Then it looks like you will be out of a job when we report you for pissing in the woods without a permit.”

“Please Sir I had no idea, please don’t report me.”

“Its our job to catch girls like you defacing the wood.”

“Sir I was only peeing.”

“Do some more, show us how girls piss.”

She relaxed and managed another small stream.

“Would you like to see us pissing?”

“No Sir.”

He kicked her right in her pussy.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWW.”

“Wrong answer piss pants.”

“I meant Yes please Sir.”

“He unzipped and got his cock out.”

“We can not piss in the woods either but seeing as you asked, open your mouth.”

“No way.”

Another kick in her pussy made her scream again and she opened her mouth.”

He started with a gentle stream and she managed to swallow it but then he pissed all over her face till he finished.

She was so glad it stopped, she hated it but he stood to one side and his mate took over, amasya escort he did just the same, mouth then over her face.

“I’m afraid you failed drinking it all, Name.”

“Please don’t Sir, if I suck your cocks will you let me go.”

“Might not be enough.”

“And you can fuck me Sirs.”

The first put his cock in her mouth as the second raised her up bent over and pushed his cock hard into her bruised pussy.

They swapped places 2 or three times till both cum in her mouth and as with the piss, over her face and in her hair.

The boys had a chat, “We have decided to meet you again and give you our answer.”

Her head dropped, “Yes Sirs,”

“Lets say same time tomorrow, and no underwear.”

“Yes Sirs”

He unbuckled his belt, “And so you don’t forget bend over so we can whip you.”

She conformed and bent over, you have just been spanked so you must be a real naughty girl!

The second boy stuck his cock back into her mouth, “When he cums the belting stops.”

Whoosh crack, She worked his cock for all she was worth, whoosh crack, whoosh crack, and took his hands and put them on her tiny tits, whoosh crack, whoosh crack. He moaned and cum and they just walked away.

Kitty decided she needed to clean up so made her way to the small lake on the estate, stripped naked and went in for a swim and wash. She got out and her clothes had gone, oh no she cried, I’m for it now.

She made her way back to the house and was just going through the back gate when she met Ben, “Oh Ben, please save me, I’ll do anything.”

She told him all that had happened and he went into the kitchen stores and got her a jumper and trousers out of the laundry bag and took them back.

“Should I dress or will you want to fuck me?”

“I wont take advantage of your distress Kitty, but if you want company tonight come to my room.”

She kissed him on the lips and thanked him.

She was his damsel in distress and he had been her Knight in shining armour so was rewarded every night that week, and the odd night after too.

They did dinner service as if nothing had happened, and no one was belted.

Ben went to his room and took out his paper and pencils and began to draw Kitty, naked, then read a little.

He showered and came back into his room, Kitty was laying in his bed, naked and fingering herself.

Ben laid beside her and pulled the cover up and they fucked all night.

Ben and Tom followed Kitty to her meeting with the woodsmen.

They made her do a strip dance, which gave Ben and Tom the opportunity to creep up behind them and grab their arms.

Kitty stripped both boys naked and Ben and Tom had them kneel whilst Kitty peed in their mouths and over their faces.

They were made to sit on the floor, legs wide open, Kitty pushed her pussy into their faces and stood on their cocks till they sucked her off.

She asked the first boy to open his legs more, he obliged and she gave him 2 huge kicks in his balls, he screamed, “Fucking hurts doesn’t it?”

When she had finished the boys were marched naked with kitty leading them by their cocks and made to go into the lake and swim to the other side as Ben set fire to their clothes.

“Please let me reward you boys, Tom, mouth or pussy first?”

“Lets see where it fits best.”

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There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.

— George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

I couldn’t tell if it was nerves or all the coffee I drank in the coffee shop waiting for my appointment. I sat there still wondering if I should even follow through with this meeting. We had emailed back and forth the last few days, and she seemed to be just what I was looking for. As I glanced at my watch, I heard the bell above the door ring, instantly grabbing my attention.

It was her. She wasn’t all glammed up like in her pictures. She definitely looked shorter than I imagined, but it was her. She looked like any other woman in the shop. She wore a long winter jacket, and trendy knitted cap with her long blonde hair popping out over the knitted scarf. She looked about the room, and I instinctively waved. “I guess I’m committed to this now,” I thought.

She walked over and took off her scarf and jacket as I stood to greet her.

“Hi, I’m Lynn. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she held her hand out shake mine.

“I’m Dylan…I must say, you…”

“…aren’t like what I look like on my website. I’ve heard that before once or twice.” She set her jacket on armrest of the couch and pulled off her cap as she sat down. She wore nothing out of the ordinary…nice sweater, jeans, flats, simple jewelry…she could’ve been the girl next door, but deep down I knew she wasn’t.

“Ummmm…yeah,” was all I could muster to reply. “Oh…I have something for you.” I reached into my own coat pocket to pull out a purple envelope which I give to Lynn. She smiled and opened envelope, pulling out the Thank You card.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have.” As she opened the card, she caught the $100 gift card from falling out, and read the inscription I wrote. “Thank you very much.”

“I didn’t know…how…or…”

“I get it,” she smiled and lightly touched my shoulder as I stuttered. “This is a very intimate thing and trust, compatibility, chemistry…all makes for a good scene. Why don’t you tell me why you chose to even have a session with me?”

I thought a second, and took a deep breath. “About six months ago, I had just gotten out of a long relationship. I haven’t seen anyone since, while I’ve noticed lots of women flirting with me…none of them interest me. I guess I don’t know what I want. I just thought…if I was going to try something like this, now would be the right time.”

Lynn smiled, nodding her head, and listened intently, reflecting what I just said…, “The right time.”

“Yeah, I don’t ever want to look back and look at think I could’ve done this, or could’ve done that…If being in a relationship like this is something I am going to like, why not try it.”

“Try it…I know what you mean.” Nodding again. Her style was therapeutic. The smile on her face and the look in her eye was like understood exactly what I was saying…like I was speaking for her.

I looked down at my coffee, afraid to make eye contact. “Why don’t you tell me about…”

She cut me off again before I could even finish. “I don’t ever talk about my private life. This is about you, your fantasies, your desires…why don’t we just continue with them.”

We talked for another 45 minutes. I talked about my ex-girlfriends, what type of girls I prefer, my job as a police officer trainee, my upbringing…essentially my whole kastamonu escort life. It was so easy to talk to her. I could have talked for her forever. She eventually glanced at her watch and looked back up at me.

“Did you still want to have our session?”

I wanted to have it more than ever. She was the first woman I was able to hold on a conversation let alone interested it. “Yes…I think I do.”

“Great…my studio is right next door. Give me an hour to prepare. I’ll text you to let you know I’m ready.” She stood up and started to put on her jacket and scarf. “You might want to lay off the coffee in the meantime,” spoken with a smirk.

I stood up and nodded “yes.”

For the next hour, the clock couldn’t move fast enough.

I received the text and immediately did as instructed. I took the stairs to the top and opened the door. To the right as I entered was a bathroom which I went into and removed everything I was wearing, and placed in the closet per her instructions. As I exited, I crawled down the long hallway with another envelope in my hand. I crawled into the large red room at the end of the hallway. It was full of various S&M furniture like a St. Andrew’s cross and cage. The lone sunlight came through closed blinds as mainly candles lit the room, reflecting off various mirrors strategically placed. A large closed cabinet sat against one wall, and leaning against it was Lynn.

She was dressed in a long black leather trench coat. Her long hair tied into a braid that stuck out from an all-black French military beret. Black leather boots with a stiletto heel extended out the bottom of the closed trench coat. She flicked the ash off her cigarette before her leather covered fingers brought it up to her red glossed lips which contrasted her alabaster skin. She took a deep inhale off the cigarette before seductively blowing the smoke down, and slowly walking towards me. My cock twitched with excitement as I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she strolled across the wood floor.

She pulled the cigarette from her lips. “You have secrets. It’s my job to get those secrets out of you.” She took another drag off her cigarette before dropping it in front of me, crushing it with her boot. She then started to take off her gloves looking down at me naked, kneeling on all fours.

“I don’t know what you want me to say…” I timidly reply.

“SILENCE!” She yelled back at me as she slapped my face with one of her leather gloves. “I didn’t tell you to speak. You will speak only when I give you permission to, do you understand?”

“Yes, Lynn.”

SLAP! Another slap across my face with the glove. SLAP. Another as she slapped the other side of my cheek bringing the glove back.

“Here, you will address me as Mistress. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I winced as I could feel the blood rushing to my face with the sting.

“Very good.” Mistress Lynn then took the envelope from my hand and opened it. Peeking inside she saw the Tribute I made to our session. A sinister grin came out as her eyes went from the envelope to my naked body. I didn’t know what to expect.

“I’m going to make this very simple for you. Our intel tells us that you are dissatisfied for the side you are currently on, and that you would like to join us.” I took a big inhale as she slowly strolled around me, sizing me kayseri escort up, her heels echoing in the room as she strolled to the cabinet. “But we need to know that you are committed to us.” She opened the cabinet to display all the whips, floggers, canes, and restraints. “We need to make sure that this is something you want…” She started bending the canes, practicing swings, knowing full well I couldn’t move…my mind was focused only on watching her. “…Because once you start, there will be no going back.” She walked back to me, bending a cane to show its tension.

“If ever you wish to stop and go back to your pathetic life, all you have to do is say, ‘Mercy.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you still wish to begin?”

I thought a second. I had emotions of fear, arousal, pain, joy, and curiosity flooding my mind, but I took one look at her and knew I wanted to continue. “Yes, Mistress,” I definitively said.

“That’s good. Why don’t you reward yourself with stroking your cock ten times. Count them off for me.”

I reached down to feel my cock already hard. “One…two…three…four…five…six… seven… eight… nine…ten.”

“Excellent. You see, we can be as rewarding just as we can be punishing. In fact…” Mistress Lynn then threw off her beret like a Frisbee across the room, and opened her trench coat to show what she wore underneath…a tight black leather corset that pushed her cleavage up, a black pair of panties, and stockings that stuck out of the thigh high boots. She held the cane to my chin as the leather trench coat draped across her wrists behind her. “…we have plenty of ways to control you and to get what we want out of you.”

I stared at her beauty. I had never seen something as sexy as she was right there. It was like she was reading my mind, and filling it with things I never knew I wanted.

She stared back into my eyes, “Stroke yourself five more times.” I mindlessly started to grab my cock and pull. Mistress Lynn then stopped looking appreciative and more vindictive. She pulled the trench coat back up over her shoulders as she stomped to my rear.

Wwwwwwwwwwhip. The cane striking my ass with the sting of a thousand rubber bands. I winced and shrieked, as Mistress Lynn retorted.

“Everytime I tell you stroke so many times, I expect you to count them off. Likewise, now you can count how many cane strikes I am going to give you…what was that?”

Whimpering, I muster enough breath out of my lungs to say a barely recognizable, “One, Mistress.”

Another came ripping apart my ass. “T-tttt-tttt–Two, Mistress.” Then another. Tears were now starting to build up in my eyes as another crisscrossed the previous welts. “Ttthhhrreeeee.” Another. As tears fell from my cheek, it slowly became like I could barely even feel my ass. “F–f—ffffffoour.” As the last one came my elbows buckled from the pain, before I panted out, “Ffff-iiiiive.”

I then felt the tip of her boot softly rubbing my balls from between my legs, as the trench coat was thrown in front of me. With my ass throbbing, I could feel my cock getting hard again. As she toyed with it, it was like my cock started throbbing in unison. “What is it you want?” she smoothly coo-ed.

I couldn’t think. It was my whole body was stiff. I was completely overwhelmed…physically, emotionally, kıbrıs escort mentally. I heard it again as I felt her knelt and reached down with one hand to softly message my balls with one hand while grabbing my sensitive ass with the other. “Tell me what it IS that you want?’

I blurted out the only thing that made sense. “I want you Mistress.”

“Again,” she commanded.

More reflexively, I responded, “I want you Mistress.”

She pulled herself against my aching, throbbing ass. I could feel her knees slide underneath as she reached out and around my waist. “Sit back.”

As I did I could feel my stinging ass, and her soft hand on my cock. She whispered in my ear, “Is THIS what you want?” as she stroked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Will you do anything I tell you to do without question?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Will you obey every command?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Will you please me any way I way I wished to be pleased?” The stroking moving faster. Her breasts rubbing against my back.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I could feel myself about to cum as her thumb rubbed the tip of my cock. Oh, how I wanted to cum.

And with that she stopped, pushing me off her lap. I slid forward onto my stomach before getting back into my crawling position. I heard her stand and stroll around to the front. She bent over to pick up her coat and holding it with her finger as she flung it over her shoulder.

“Lick my boot!”

Instinctively, I bent down to the floor like I was doing a push up, stuck out my tongue, and licked her boot from the tip to the top of her knee. She pulled her leg back and stuck out the other boot, before spitting on the top of her foot. “Lick my other boot.” I looked down and started at her spit, licking her boot from there to the top.

“Mmmmmmm…very good.” She then unzipped the side of her boot from her foot to her thigh. “You may kiss my leg. With each kiss, you may stroke yourself one time.”

I excitedly bent down and started kissing her inner ankle. “One.” I kissed her calf a little higher. “Two.” I kissed a little higher. “Three.” I kissed her at her knee. “Four.” I kissed her at her thigh. “Five.” I kissed her a little higher. “Six.” I was now going higher than her boot went. “Seven.” I was now an inch from her panty. “Eight.”

She immediately stepped back, unzipping the other boot. “Again…keep counting…and go faster.” I then saw her put her fingers in her panties, and start rubbing her pussy.

I again started at the ankle. “Nine…ten… (oh god does this feel unbelievable) …eleven…twelve…”

“Faster…” she ordered, as she arched her back and sighed.

“Thirteen…Fourteen…Fifteen…” Oh, I wanted to get to her pussy so bad. “Sixteen.” I felt like I was about to cum just as I saw Mistress feel how wet she was getting.

“Stop!” She demanded looking back down at me, with a mischievous smirk.. Mistress pulled her fingers out, holding them to my nose before stepping back, and zipping up her boots. “That’s as close as you’re going to get today.” The scent just drove me harder. I was like a bull about to go charging.

“No cumming until I say. If I text you to stroke, you will do so. If I tell you not to stroke, you will do so. And at no time, are you able to cum until I say so. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” It was like I wasn’t even controlling my lips anymore.

“You are excused.” And with that, she turned around and walked out the room.

I crawled over to the bathroom. In the closet was a sheet of paper with directions on it. The first was self care dealing with the cane welts (thank god none broke the skin). The other was a masturbation schedule for the next two weeks.

All I could do is wait patiently.

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Dim lit room, soft shadowed gloom. Dark as night, shivers of fright. Come to me slave, and kneel before me. I am your Master and fearfully you adore me. Pain is the vessel, it carries the gift. Knowing it is coming makes your spirits lift.

…

Kneeling before him, you look quietly at the floor and shiver in partial fear and anticipation. Your Master looms before you and you hear him pushing it along in front of him with his foot.

“Oh, GOD!”

You feel butterflies in your stomach, you feel a lump of dread weighing heavy on your soul. Oh, what powerful sensations course through your shivering body! Inching closer, you can see it from the corner of your downcast eyes and you release a soft and quiet sigh.

“The box!”

Joy and fear crowd together in your mind. You hear the box stop and your Master walk to stand directly behind you, he leans down and roughly grasps your hair in his hand and pulls you to your feet.

“Thank you Master” you say in a soft and quivering voice and then you wince from the surprise as he cuffs you lightly across the side of your head.

You hear his gruff voice ask “did I SAY you could speak, little one?”

Now, he commands you to look down at what he has brought you. Looking down, you ardahan escort see the box. It is made of hardwood and has been burned to preserve it and make it even harder. On the sides, at the bottom are the irons. You feel your heart rush, looking at the irons.

Coiled neatly on the top is the chain. Bright and shimmering silver links to wrap around you, to fasten you in its secure hug of control. At the front is a snap ring and another strand of chain.

Stepping in front of you, he clasps a collar of black leather around your throat. He jerks it lightly to show you it’s strength and then fastens a leather blindfold over your eyes.

Immersed in darkness you feel the strength of his arms lowering you gently to your knees. You can feel the coolness of the box on the front of your thighs as he leans you over it and places your hands on the floor at each side. He clasps the irons on your wrists and gives you a playful slap on your ass. Then he goes around to the front and forces your head down and you hear the chain snap onto your collar trapping you there.

The larger chain he drags slowly over your back and flicks the end of it against your ass, then he takes it and wraps it around adıyaman escort you. Fastening one side to the right side of the box he snugs it over the bend of your knees tightly and fastens the other side to the left side of the box.

You can feel the chain digging mercilessly into the back of your thighs and forcing your legs to spread apart. Kneeling there, bent over the box, you await in worshipful anticipation of what your Master has planned for this evening.

You hear his footsteps fade away and want to cry out for him to come back, but you know better. Oh yes, you know better than that. In the other room, you hear the sharp crack of a whip and damn near piss all over yourself with fear. His boots come closer with a loudening, relentless thud.

He stops behind you and you feel cool leather straps running down your back. Starting at your neck, he runs the whip down your back, over your ass and then down your thighs and calves, then finally brushing it lightly over your feet.

He moves to the front of you and drags the whip over your face, the smell of the leather is exhilarating. By the many small straps bound together, you can tell you will be receiving your love at the end karabük escort of a Cat-O-Nine Tails Whip, this night.

Walking behind you, he starts flicking the whip lightly and rapidly on your calves. Slap, slap, slap, he slaps it against the soles of your feet and up your calves. He whips the backside of your thighs from the side and you can feel the sting of the tails wrapping around your thighs and popping against the side and the front of your thighs.

You feel him step over you, and shudder from knowing that he is standing astride of you and then you feel the cut of the whip against our ass. One cheek and then the other, he whips and slaps each of them in balance.

When he pops the whip on the middle, right up between the crack of your ass, you can feel the tongues of leather reach around hungrily to bite at your spasming cunt. He moves and you hear him turning. Grabbing your hair, he fiercely yanks back your head.

Silence…finally, after an eternity of nothingness, you feel his cool lips close on your forehead and he tells you what a good little slave you are.

He softly whispers words of affection and love for you and then he tells you to lie there, over the box and consider what a lucky slave you are. He whispers for you to think of the hours and hours of please and pain that are yet to come. His hand reaches back to spank your ass firmly and then he bites your earlobe roughly and tells you he’ll be back at his leisure and for the nice little slave to wait in silence or face a horrendous fate.

His foot steps fade from the room and you wait in obedient silence.

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It started months ago, when i met Him online. He was like no one i had ever met before. We had talked about several different sexual scenarios, and what turned us on. One of several things that turned both of us on was lactation; the idea of feeding Him from my own breasts. He had mentioned that there were ways of making this happen, without a woman actually being pregnant, and i decided to look into it further, and see how to do it.

i found out that a woman could bring the milk in by having her breasts massaged and sucked on regularly. Well, i decided to put a plan into action. i knew it would take months for this to happen, but i also knew that there wasn’t any way that i would be able to meet Him in person for at least that long. So, i devised a schedule, First thing in the morning, when i took my shower, i would spend 10 minutes just playing with my titties, kneading and massaging my huge titties, then pinching and pulling at my nipples. The next step was my favorite, spending another 10 minutes (or longer, depending on how good it was feeling) using my mouth to suck hard on the nipples. i repeated this 4 times a day, everyday.

After a few weeks of this, my nipples got to be where they were hard all the time that all I had to do was think about sucking on them, and they would become so hard that they hurt. The rest of my titties started feeling heavier, somehow bigger. Over the next couple weeks, my bras were getting tighter, and my already huge DD titties would fall over the top of the cups. i couldn’t imagine at my age, having a growing spurt. It got to the point where having the material from my bra was rubbing my nipples almost to a raw state, so i figured i would just forget the bras altogether, since they didn’t fit anyway.

i didn’t mention my plan to Him, because i feared it wouldn’t work, so when we talked about finally meeting in person, i decided that if it did happen, it would be a surprise for Him and if it didn’t work then He would be none the wiser. He made arrangements to come and see me in September, which was about 6 weeks away.

i decided that with it being so close, that i’d better work harder on trying to get milk into my titties, so i doubled the time that i spent massaging and sucking on them. Soon, my titties grew to a huge size, almost too big for me to hold up comfortably. i went to the store, and found some nursing bras that fit, so i bought a few of them. i wore them pretty much around the clock, for support. The opening in them also made it easy for me to whip them out for my sucking, no matter where i was. About a week before He was to be here, i noticed wet spots forming on my bra, and leaking out onto my shirt. my heart started beating faster, and it seemed that my experiment was finally bearing fruit. i bought a breast pump, and used it for the final week. It was awesome to feel the milk being sucked out of my titty, and see the milk fill the container. i didn’t drink any of the milk, as i wanted Him to be the very first one to taste it. It took everything in me, to not tell Him what happened, but i wanted Him to be surprised.

The day came for Him to arrive, and i was extremely nervous. i was rushing around so much and getting things ready, that i didn’t have time to pump milk. i put on one of my nursing bras, forgetting to add in a pad for the leakage. i headed out the door to meet Him at the airport. i took great care in my appearance, and as i looked in the rear view mirror, i was impressed with what i saw. my cheeks were glowing with excitement, so blush wasn’t needed, and i had traced my eyes carefully with a violet color, to bring out the green of my eyes even more. i left my hair down, because i knew that He preferred it that way. For clothes, i had chosen a simple short white skirt, no panties (as ordered by Him), and a white fitted tank top, that showed off my huge titties.

i stood there in the airport, looking around for Him, and noticed quite a few men staring at me. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but i just tried to imagine what He would say if He were there with me, right then. escort kurtköy i know He would want me to be showing off for them, so i stuck my titties out even further, causing their jaws to drop. i finally saw Him coming down the aisle, and my nervousness was gone. He had a huge smile on His face, which was mirrored in my own. i could tell that His eyes had settled on my chest, and i swear He might have even been drooling. He dropped His carryon, and pulled me into His arms, kissing me so deeply that i thought for sure i was going to pass out. He took His mouth from mine, and i had no idea where i even was. He put His arms around me, and whispered in my ear.

“Honey, i think you’re leaking”

my mind was trying to understand what He said, and when i realized, i thought He was talking about my pussy, because i know i was soaked there. i didn’t feel any wetness on my thighs, and wondered how He knew. Then He pulled back from me, and His eyes again went to my titties. i looked down, and sure enough, there were wet stains on my shirt from the milk leaking out. i knew my face was flush with embarrassment, and i tried to cover them up. He took my hands down, and led me into the men’s bathroom. Again, embarrassment overtook me, as He led me into the handicap stall. Before i knew it, He was lifting my shirt, and pulling back the opening of the bra. His mouth came down hard on my left nipple, sucking fiercely. Shots of ecstasy ran through me, and down to my clit. This is what i had waited so long for, and He was finally here, with His mouth on my titty. The feeling of Him sucking was nothing like the pump. His mouth ravaged my left nipple, biting and sucking at the same time, emptying it of any milk that had filled it. Way too soon, He was pulling His mouth away, and closing my bra back up. After pulling my shirt down, He grabbed my hand, led me to baggage claim, where He put His arm around my shoulder, His hand playing again with my left nipple. i’m sure there were plenty of stares our way, but i was oblivious to it all. All i knew was that His hand was on me.

“We need to fill this titty back up, don’t you think?” He whispered into my ear.

i vacantly nodded my head, feeling the impossible fullness still in my right titty. When His bag came around, He picked it up and took my hand once again. i was like a puppet that He was controlling, my mind empty, except for feeling Him, His touch. He led me out to the car; i put His bags in the trunk, and let us in. As soon as we got seated, He was again lifting my shirt, ripping open the right side of my bra. His mouth was sucking so hard, i thought that my nipple would come off. i could feel the rush of milk come to the surface, and splash in His mouth. He was feeding like a starving person, and i never wanted Him to stop. i didn’t realize that there were people getting out of the car next to mine, and i’m sure they saw everything that was happening. When i felt the last drop hit His tongue, He again fixed my clothes and told me to turn the car on. As i did so, i looked over at Him, and took in the look in His eyes. He seemed almost possessed, which surprised me because His next words to me were spoken so softly.

“chica pet, i can’t believe you’ve done this for me. What a wonderful surprise it was, and I am very excited. My cock is rock hard, so you’d better get us back to your place soon, or I will be ravishing you right here in front of those people”

i hurriedly put the car into gear, and drove home on auto pilot. i have no idea how we made it there, but as i pulled the car into the driveway, He spoke again.

“This is what you are to do. Go inside, undress and kneel with your legs apart in the middle of the living room floor. I am going to shower, and get Myself together then get back to you. Do as I say. Stay there, no matter how long it takes me.”

As i walked into the living room, He handed me a piece of cloth, telling me to put it on. It was a blindfold, and immediately my pussy started flowing. i loved the idea of not knowing escort beykoz what He was going to be doing to me tonight. i took off my clothes, folded them neatly (which was hard because i was shaking so badly) and put them on the chair. i went to the center of the room, knelt and put the blindfold on. It was amazing how my other senses were coming alive, now that my sight was taken away. i could feel the cool breeze from the a/c caress my body, causing my milk filled titties to harden. i could hear noise coming from the bedroom, but couldn’t make out the sounds. i could smell my arousal, the juices leaking from my pussy.

i knelt there for what seemed like hours, my body wanting to move to ease the tension in my muscles. But i stayed there, as if stone and waited for Him. i felt movement behind me, another breeze hitting my heated skin and i knew He was there. my heart started racing, my pulse beat in my ears and i strained to hear Him speak. There was no noise, no movement and i wondered if i had imagined Him there. As i remained still i felt something cold against my titties. i breathed in sharply and jerked. i heard a grunt and knew that i was to remain still. i recognized the tormentor as ice, and it was soon run across my lips. i didn’t realize how dry my mouth had become, and i tentatively licked the moisture with my tongue.

my nipples were aching for release, they wanted to be sucked dry and He must have known this. He put His hand below my titty, raising it toward my chin. All i heard was a very quiet “suck it”. i lowered my head, and placed the nipple between my lips, tasting my own milk for the first time. i let a moan escape, because it tasted so good and heard a small laugh from Him.

“You like that don’t you, you slut. You enjoy tasting the milk from your own breast. Don’t get used to it though, because from now on, it’s all mine, unless i deem you worthy. You are not to touch your titties, or any other part of your body, unless I give you permission. Is that understood?”

i nodded my head in agreement, and felt my nipple being taken away. my mouth was replaced by His and i again felt the milk draining from my body. my pussy was dripping and i needed to have it touched. As with every other time, He seemed to read my mind. i heard a low buzzing sound, and recognized my muscle massager. i heard it being placed on the floor, under my pussy and heard Him moving away.

“Lower yourself onto it bitch, I know that your nasty cunt wants to be touched. Spread those legs further apart and rub your sloppy cunt on the vibrator. Move those hips back and forth and imagine it to be My tongue that’s assaulting your pussy. Lean your upper body forward; I want to see that ass spread wide open for Me.”

i did as i was told, and shook at the first touch of the powerful vibrator between my legs. The next thing i felt was a hard smack across my ass cheeks, and i groaned. His hand slapped my ass over and over, until i felt a heat wash over me. my pussy was crying for release, but i knew better than to ask for it.

“you have a nice red glow on your ass chica pet, but I want to see it on fire. you know what i’m going to do to you now, don’t you? you’ve wanted to feel my belt, so now is your chance. you will take what i have to give you and love it, won’t you, My whore?”

Again i nodded my agreement, and felt that first stab of pain from the belt. i was finding it hard to keep from squirting all over the floor, and whimpered.

“Don’t tell me that you are ready to cum already. Do I need to stop what i’m doing, you fucking needy bitch? you can’t keep from cumming all over yourself can you? your cunt is just waiting for me to give permission, isn’t it?”

Again all i could do was nod. i didn’t comprehend half of what He was saying; all i heard was the waiting for permission to cum part. He moved around in front of me again, and pulled the vibrator away. my pussy screamed in rebellion, and i felt the belt again, smacking my ass hard. i lost count of how many times it slashed escort üsküdar across my ample cheeks. my cries were swallowed before they could be heard, then i felt a coldness being rubbed across the welts.

“One more thing chica pet, I just need a little more color, and a little more heat. I know you can take it, I know you will make me proud.”

i was so hot and so horny, my nipples leaking milk onto the carpet. i felt my ass being lubed, and my plug being inserted. i love the feeling of my ass being filled and moaned loudly. i didn’t know how much more i could take and pushed back against the hand inserting the huge toy. i felt a couple more smacks with His hand, then a pause. All of a sudden i felt a familiar object; My brush. He ran the bristles across both cheeks hard before turning it over to use the back to whack my cheeks again. i have no idea how many times He smacked me with the brush, but i was flying. i wasn’t aware of anything except all of the sensations my body was feeling. i heard the buzzing of the massager start again, and it was placed below my clit once more. Just when i thought i couldn’t stand anymore, i felt something hard being pressed against my pussy lips. i knew it was His cock and i sighed deeply. i had waited a long time to feel Him inside me, and now was my chance.

i wanted to push back against Him to satisfy my need in a hurry, but He was having none of it. As soon as He would feel me move toward Him, He would back away. i learned very quickly to stay still, and felt Him rubbing the tip of His cock up and down my messy slit. Slowly He pushed it inside me, slowly and purposely. He knew He was driving me crazy with this contact, and i heard low laughs coming from Him.

“My cock loving bitch can’t wait to feel me slamming my cock into her. She’s very impatient, and i’m wondering if I should just make her wait until another day. What do you think chica cock slut?”

By now, i was ready to beg for anything. i needed to feel Him inside me, to feel His cock filling me completely, and hoarsely whispered “Please Sir, please fuck Your slut hard with Your cock. i need You so badly right now.”

With that, i felt Him shove His cock in, to the hilt. i shouted my ecstasy, because as He pumped His cock into me, my clit would also rub back and forth across the massager. The combination brought me to the brink, and i pleaded with Him to allow me to cum, to bathe His cock in my cunt juices. His rhythm increased, and His balls slapped against me. Soon i heard a grunt, and a simple groan of “cum chica, cum”. We exploded together, and my juices squirted everywhere. He slowed His pumping, until He slid out of my pussy. i felt Him move away from me, as i slumped onto the floor. The next thing i knew was feeling fingers in my hair, yanking my head up.

“I don’t think you are done chica pet, you know what comes now. Clean my cock bitch, clean your nasty juices off of me, with that filthy mouth of yours.”

His voice was cold, but i knew He was doing this for me. He knew that i thrived on Him talking like that to me. i felt His softening cock pressed to my lips, and i greedily sucked on it. He would force my head back and forth by yanking on my hair. The massager was still electrifying my clit, the plug still filling my ass and i felt an orgasm forming once again.

As i finished cleaning His cock, i heard “Again” and another wave of orgasm swept over me, again soaking everything around me. i heard the massager turned off, and felt Him gathering me into His arms. He kissed my forehead then my nose, telling me how proud He was of me. my ass was still on fire, but i was satiated. There is no place that i would have rather been right then, and He reached behind my head and untied the blindfold. i realized that at some point He had softened the lighting, so that it wouldn’t be so hard on my eyes to adjust.

He helped me up off the floor, and led me into the bedroom. He told me to go in and clean up, take the plug out and clean it also, then return to Him. When i came back into the room, He was waiting for me in bed, His arms open for me to cuddle into.

“you know chica pet; I’ve worked up quite an appetite. Feed me now, I want to taste you before I fall asleep.”

i gladly offered my nipples to Him, and He sucked until sleep overcame Him. i watched Him sleep; His mouth still attached to my titty and knew that this was the place i was meant to be.

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As often happens when writing a story characters have a way of taking on a life of their own and moving a story in an unexpected direction. Carol and LaToya are proving to be two strong willed, independent young women!

It was late afternoon. Mrs. Swanson and her guest Mrs. Morton watched as three young and very attractive young women masturbated three of Mrs. Swanson’s boarders. “Ruthie has become very proficient as a masturbatrix, are you sure she has no interest in the position of assistant house keeper? Mrs. Swanson asked her long time friend and former house keeper, Sara Lee Morton. “Your son Carl is the first of what I hope will be many sons of the young men who have become men with me. It might be nice to have a second generation feminist become assistant house keeper!”

“She’s still in school, Mrs. Swanson.” Mrs. Morton explained, “She still is learning at home. Last week I came home and found her masturbating her father with one of her friends. Sometimes I think it’s a game with her. I don’t mind so much that she brought her friend home but the young woman wasn’t a Sister!”

“She didn’t!” Mrs.Swanson was shocked. “How did you handle it?”

“Well, I didn’t make a scene, of course, but I think she knew I was disappointed in her. Later, when her friend was gone I had to remind her that our way of life isn’t just put on display for everyone to see. She has her father’s reputation to protect. Her friend could spread malicious gossip about our family; Sisters would never defame the husband of another Sister.”

“How did she take your rebuke?”

“She made excuses; she said she was recruiting the young woman. But in the end she agreed to be very careful about just who she brings home.”

“How did Roger take it?”

“I don’t think Roger was aware of the situation. It was just another afternoon at home working on his paper for the AMA. He was distracted and sought Ruthie’s help and I guess he is so used to being naked at home with Ruthie and me that the presence of her friend didn’t even faze him!”

“Well, men do take to my training quite readily. After the initial embarrassment of being naked while the women present remain clothed it becomes second nature to them! Even openly displaying their erections seems to be natural after a while. That’s one reason why I like to have these group sessions occasionally. The relieving of sexual tension in a male is a natural behavior and the more a male is encouraged to find relief within a tight circle of women who are all of the same mind the easier it is for him to remain faithful to his wife!”

“It sounds like a contradiction but it’s not!” Mrs. Morton agreed, “Roger knows that my circle includes his secretary, his head nurse, my sister and cousin and now his daughter! There is no reason for him to look elsewhere. Whenever he needs ‘help’ it is there for him.”

“I’m proud of you, Sara Lee!” Mrs. Swanson gushed, “You’ve learned well and you are a good teacher! Do you suppose you might be interested in helping me with a little project?”

“What are you asking, Mrs. Swanson?” Mrs. Morton asked.

“There are three weekends each year when all of the students go home. The usual semester breaks. On those weekends I’m holding a sort of ‘boot camp for husbands.’ I’d like to have you and Roger on hand when I introduce my concepts to new Sisters and their husbands. I think it would make things so much easier if there were a fully trained husband like Roger to sort of lead the way.”

“That’s a great idea, Mrs. Swanson! I’ll have to check Rogers’ schedule, of course, but I know he’d be delighted to help. He looks forward to our visits even more than I do so to have another excuse to get your ‘help’ wouldn’t be an imposition at all. In fact, I’d be willing to bet that when I propose this to him he’ll need a little ‘help.’

“The next one is the weekend after New Year’s Day; let me know if you can make it.”

“You can be sure that I won’t forget, in fact, I might as well commit right now and let you know if we can’t make it!”

“Very well.” Mrs. Swanson smiled.

A crossed the way the young ladies had just finished washing their charges genitals. Mrs. Swanson believed that a young man should touch himself as little as possible. So after every session it was necessary to carefully clean, dry and powder them before sending them back to their studies. As the young men returned to their rooms the young women chatted. It was quite a sight. Ruthie seemed out of place in her ‘civilian’ clothes. Both Miss Conrad and Miss Williams were dressed in the traditional house keepers uniform which consisted of a simple white cotton blouse with long sleeves and a high button up collar trimmed in a tiny bit of lace. Their dresses were light gray jumpers with full floor length skirts. Under their skirts Mrs. Swanson insisted they wear stockings and three inch heels to accentuate their height as well as full slips. Both young ladies were over five and a half feet tall and the heels gave them an air of authority. Their aprons were the plain white maid’s apron that escort bostancı was only worn during masturbation sessions. For other chores the house keepers wore gray aprons that matched their jumpers.

There was a gentle rapping at the parlor door. “Please come in Miss Bridgeway. Have a seat. Tell me what you’ve observed.”

“They are both very capable young women, Mrs. Swanson. I was concerned earlier this afternoon about Miss Conrad’s giddiness but she has settled down and composed herself and took her duties seriously. I’m afraid I can’t offer any observations that might sway you one way or another.”

“And you Mrs. Morton?” She turned to her long time friend and confidant.

“In my opinion, either one of these young ladies will bring an air of the exotic to your home, Mrs. Swanson. Miss Williams has an unusual air of authority. She seemed to actually grow in height when she changed into the house keeper’s uniform!”

“I noticed that as well.” Mrs. Swanson agreed.

“But on the other hand, with her strawberry blond hair and green eyes Miss Conrad brings a fiery presence that will excite your poor boys!

“That might not be an advantage.” Mrs. Swanson mused.

“Of course it is!” Miss Bridgeway interjected, “Our young men must learn to be comfortable around all types of women. Both of these young ladies are at the peak of their attractiveness and will cause their charges to experience numerous distractions. Isn’t that the point? To get them to admit their lust and submit to feminine authority?

“You’re right, Miss Bridgeway.” Mrs. Morton agreed. “I’m glad this isn’t my choice!”

“Well, it is my decision!” Mrs. Swanson stated the obvious. “Bring the young ladies in, Miss Bridgeway.”

While Miss Bridgeway summoned the candidates for assistant house keeper Mrs. Swanson retrieved two straight back chairs from the dining room and placed them in the middle of the parlor facing her chair. When they arrived she offered them a seat. “Please be seated, ladies.”

The young women took positions in front of the chairs but waited for Mrs. Swanson to take her own seat before sitting down themselves. They both sat on the front edge of their chair with their feet on the floor and their knees together. With their hands in their laps and their backs straight and shoulders back they waited for Mrs. Swanson to speak.

“I must say, ladies, that you are making my decision a difficult one. Either of you would be a welcome addition to my home. You’ve both passed even this last little test without providing a scintilla of difference between the two of you. So, it must come down to this. I’d like each of you to tell me in your own words why you should become my next assistant house keeper. Miss Williams, please go first.”

There was a brief moment of silence as Miss Williams gathered herself. “As you are well aware Mrs. Swanson I was recommended by Lorraine Samuels the wife of Professor Samuels. I became acquainted with them when I answered an ad at the student employment office looking for a baby sitter. Theirs is a “salt and pepper” marriage; she being a black woman like me and he being white. After a few months she began to feel me out about my attitudes concerning the male/female relationship. One thing led to another and she confided in me that she firmly believed that women should control every aspect of their husbands’ lives. I was a little taken aback but curious so I asked for more information and to make a long story short she introduced me to the philosophy of The Sisterhood. She wanted to recruit me as a member of her circle but before that could happen she had to recruit me as a Sister. I was intrigued because although my mother was a very strong woman she wasn’t at all like Mrs. Samuels. As a member of Lorraine’s circle I occasionally help Professor Samuels at school and one weekend I was asked to attend him while Mrs. Samuels visited her mother. I’d very much would like to learn more about The Sisterhood and your feminist philosophy from you Mrs. Swanson. I’d be honored to be chosen.”

“Thank-you, Miss Williams. Miss Conrad, please explain in your own words why I should choose you to be my next assistant house keeper.

“I’m afraid that I don’t have the experience that Miss Williams has, Mrs. Swanson but as you know I was recommended by Dean Kordray. She has an informal class for young women to give them pointers about controlling the sexual advances of young men. She believes that young ladies should keep their clothes on and those of their partners as well for as long as possible! She teaches us to gradually let our boyfriends get naked and to bring them to orgasm by hand as a way to prevent unwanted pregnancy. She isn’t married and she recruited me to become a Sister. She feels that you will be the best teacher for me to continue my education.

“Both of you make compelling cases and both of you are well qualified.” Mrs. Swanson began. LaToya and Carol looked at each other; they reached out and held hands as they turned escort tuzla their attention to Mrs. Swanson. The moment they were waiting for had arrived. “I’m afraid I have bad news for both of you! Since I can’t make a decision you must both stay the night! I will observe your interaction with my young men through out the evening and tomorrow morning when you will be charged with supervising their Saturday chores.”

The young women smiled at each other and squeezed each others hand. They had become friendly rivals during the afternoon’s activities and neither wanted the other to be disappointed. This was not the final decision that they were anticipating but for now it must do.

“Ladies!” Mrs. Swanson demanded their attention, “Miss Bridgeway will show you to our guest room. You’ll be given a few minutes to freshen up and then you’ll help Miss Bridgeway prepare for our evening meal.”

Miss Bridgeway ushered the young ladies out of the parlor and down the long hall to the kitchen. As they past the assistant house keepers changing room Miss Bridgeway instructed, “Please retrieve your overnight bags and follow me.”

The changing room was actually a very large “powder room” that assistants used to change into their uniforms. Mrs. Swanson insisted that the females who attended her young men be properly dressed but she also insisted that the uniforms never leave the house. The young women were told that it might be a very long day and that they should bring such toiletries and personal clothing items and might be needed to keep them fresh and comfortable. They were not, however, told that they might be staying the night!

As they passed through the kitchen Miss Williams asked, “Miss Bridgeway? I didn’t bring a nightie or robe, I’m not ready to stay tonight, will I be able to run home for a few minutes?”

“No, dear. I’m afraid not. There’s no time for that. Besides Mrs. Swanson has very strict guidelines about what we house keepers wear. You will find everything you need for the night when you return to your room after dinner.”

“But what about tomorrow?” Miss Conrad wondered.

“You’ll be wearing the house keepers uniform, of course.”

“No, I mean when we go home.”

“Well, what were you wearing when you came here?”

“But….”

“Of course, if you’d like you can use the laundry to freshen the clothes you were wearing. Here we are ladies! You’ve got about half an hour before I’ll be needing your help. There are fresh uniforms on the bed. When you hear the bell chime once please join me in the kitchen.”

“Thank-you, Miss Bridgeway,” the young women answered in unison.”

They are so much alike and yet so very different Miss Bridgeway thought as she left the room.

The young women looked around the well appointed room. On the far end was a large stone fireplace flanked by tall double hung windows. Facing the fireplace were two overstuffed chairs and a small side table. In the middle of the room was a king size bed.

“Looks like we’re sharing a bed tonight!” Miss Conrad mused.

“I’m not afraid.” Miss Williams replied with an almost imperceptible smile on her lips.

Miss Conrad returned the smile but said nothing. There were two fresh uniforms with gray aprons on the foot of the bed. “Looks like we’re expected to change. I’ve hardly mussed up this one.”

“Sez you, girl!” Miss Williams laughed. “Look at your sleave! I’m shocked you can’t feel a big wet mess like that.”

Miss Conrad blushed. “I went to the parlor like this! Do you think Mrs. Swanson noticed?”

“I’m sure she did! And so did Mrs. Morton! I think it doesn’t matter though, it’s a part of the job.”

“I’m still embarrassed.” She said as she stepped out of the jumper. She turned and gasped. “Toya! Those white stockings make you look so hot!”

“You think? I think I look silly with this garter belt over these gross old lady panties. I had to go to the store to get waist high cotton panties.”

“Well, the panties don’t help much but with your dark skin and those white stockings. I’m sure the boys all drool over you! I wish Mrs. Swanson would let me wear something that sexy! Why does it matter anyway? She wants us to wear these awful long skirted jumpers. I can’t imagine how these make us look sexy.”

The young women continued to freshen up and change into the fresh uniforms and before long the bell rang. “Time to go!” Miss Williams said.

“This should be interesting.” Miss Conrad observed without fear of contradiction.

When they entered the kitchen Miss Bridgeway confronted them. “So, ladies, I believe you have some misgivings about the reasoning behind the uniforms we wear.”

The young women were speechless and embarrassed. Was Miss Bridgeway eavesdropping on them…Mrs. Swanson?

First, let me reassure you….we don’t spy on each other. If you had closed the door I most likely wouldn’t have heard a thing but I do have very good hearing so if you want privacy you should close the door!”

“Yes, escort göztepe ma’am!” They replied.

“Now, as to the lack of sexiness in these rather plain uniforms. As you may have heard, ‘ beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’ You will find that it is not the lack of clothing that is sexy but rather the mystery of what lies beneath a ladies clothing that excites a man. That is why Mrs. Swanson insists on the full uniform including the waist high cotton panties, lace bra and garter belt, sheer white stockings and last but not least a full slip. With proper training just the hint of your bra strap under your blouse or they sight of your ankle will be enough to interest them.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“As for dinner; it is served family style. The household is assembled in the parlor. We will take the food into the dinning room and place it on the table. We will then join Mrs. Swanson, her boarders and guests in the parlor. Mrs. Swanson will announce that dinner is served and at that point you will be her guest. One of the young men will escort you to the table and help you with your chair. If your escort should experience an erection, unlikely by the way in light of their recent ‘milkings,’ it will be your duty to help them regain their composure. Do you understand?”

“One question ma’am?”

“Yes.”

“We wouldn’t do it right at the table would we?” Miss Conrad asked.

“Heaven’s no! Mrs. Swanson will be your guide, she may tell you to take them to the kitchen or possibly to the parlor but it’s doubtful she will have you do it right at the table.”

“Thank-you.”

“You’re welcome; now where was I? Oh, yes! After dinner I will supervise the young men in clearing the table and doing the dishes. You will remain in the dining room and Mrs. Swanson will outline just what she expects you to do this evening. Is this clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good! It’s time to have dinner.”

Every thing went just as Miss Bridgeway described. It was a most proper dinner party; the company was polite, the conversation was lively and there were no distractions. Except, of course that the young men were completely naked!

At the end of the meal Mrs. Swanson announced, “Miss Bridgeway, would you please see to the clearing of the table. I believe the ladies and I will take our coffee and desert in the parlor.”

“Yes, Mrs. Swanson, as you wish…..Gentlemen.”

Being well trained in their table manners each turned to their respective dinner companion and said, “Excuse me.”

The ladies nodded.

The young men looked to Mrs. Swanson, “Excuse me, ma’am.”

“Of course, gentlemen, you are excused.” Her beaming expression belied her pride in their manners. “Shall we retire to the parlor ladies?”

The young men helped each of the women with their chairs and then began clearing the table. Cleaning the kitchen each evening was one of their household duties but with the four of them working together it was light work. When they finished they would return to their rooms for two hours of study time before their 9:30 bedtime.

In the parlor Mrs. Swanson began, “It’s been quite a busy day don’t you think?”

The three young women and Mrs. Morton nodded in agreement unsure if it were a rhetorical question.

Turning to Miss Conrad and Miss Williams she continued. “Your last duty each night as assistant house keeper will be to see that the gentlemen are tucked into bed. It may sound childish to you but these young men a pursuing serious studies and I have found that getting adequate rest each night is of utmost importance. Some nights they will require some ‘help’ to relax and go to sleep. Tonight, after the two sessions they experienced it might not be necessary.”

“What about, Carl, Mrs. Swanson?” Mrs. Morton asked. “He was only milked and it will be almost six hours.”

“That’s true, Sara Lee. Carl has had a very intense day though. He may well be exhausted. Why don’t we let which ever of these young ladies draws him decide. The young men sleep two to a room, ladies. We will play a little game of chance to decide which of you will tend to the room that Carl is in. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Carol agreed.

“Yes, ma’am.” LaToya agreed, “Although I’d really like to tend to Carl tonight, I’m will ing to let chance decide it.”

“Alright then; this is how we will decide. First, we will match coins. Do you know how this works?”

“Please explain the rules.” LaToya asked.

“Very well, dear; each of you will be given a coin; you can choose either heads or tails. Place the coin on the back of your wrist but keep it covered and out of sight! I will place a coin on my wrist. If one of you matches my coin you win round one. If neither or both of you match we will repeat the process until one of you wins. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” They agreed.

“The winner will have the right to pick one of two cards; an ace of hearts and an ace of diamonds. A matching card has been placed on the door frame of each of the rooms. You will tend to the gentlemen who are in the room that matches the card you hold. There is a little twist, ladies; you may choose to pass the right to pick first. Whoever picks first then has the right to give the card away and take the remaining card. However it ends up you will tend to the gentlemen in the room that matches your card, do you understand, ladies?”

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Gretchen completely stubbed out her cigarette on my tortured glans, and then held the butt up to my face. “Swallow it!” she demanded.

I shook my head, and she punched me in the stomach. I buckled over, straining at my hands cuffed behind my back, and as my mouth opened, Gretchen shoved the disgusting butt in, and held my nose until I swallowed it, retching.

“See, that’s worse than smoking a cigarette, dude…Miles the pure has finally gotten a little impurity!” Mike laughed, and I knew where the anger was coming from.

Not only did I not smoke, and I drank only in moderation, but I had once reported Mike and the other guys in the frat after they’d catapulted piss filled balloons onto the heads of the Dean of Sciences and his colleagues.

This had ruined Mike’s chances of taking the Foreign Service exam, as his security clearance had been ruined, and Mike had been condemned to a blue-collar career.

Was that why Mike was being so down on me? Was I such a tightass, that he was conspiring with my wife to make me miserable now?

There was no doubt that he was really, really hostile to me!

Gretchen now got up in my face, and began breathing hard.

“You make me ill, Miles! You’re just a repugnant excuse for a male!”

Gretchen grabbed my cock and pulled it, and it got hard instantly, despite the burns. She ran her fingers across it slowly, and spat in disgust.

“All you want to do is mount me like a dog!” she screamed.

Gretchen ran to the coffee table and picked up a bamboo cane she’d purchased recently, and stalked back over to me.

Rubbing the end of the cane on the tip of my cock, Gretchen looked straight into my eyes. “Don’t you think ever that my needs might be more important?”

Asserting myself slightly, I said “But I performed oral sex on you, honey, I spend money on you I–“

WHACK! WHACK! CRACK!

Gretchen’s cane came down on my cock again and again, and I fell to my knees, weeping.

“I, I, I…” Gretchen snarled. “That’s all it’s about is I, right Miles?”

Gretchen walked behind me, and began whacking my butt to get me up. “Get up!” She flailed at my buttocks till I arose again.

“Mike” she appealed to my roommate and ex-best friend, “How do we get Milesey’s mind off his goddam groin?”

Somehow, after this question, I wound up in Mike’s basement workshop.

“Finally you’re going to take my advice” Mike said as he grabbed my balls and pulled them up to his worktable.

In horror, I watched him push my testicles into the metal vice hooked to the table.

Mike then began swinging the little metal rod that cinched the vice together, as Gretchen played with my cock.

“See, baby…” Gretchen said in a soothing voice. “You must learn that your dick is not the head of the house any more…”

Suddenly, the vice completely closed on my balls, smushing them together, and I screamed. Gretchen kept stroking my cock, which amazingly remained stiff.

Then they took my balls out of the vice and tried squeezing my cock between the cruel metal until I howled with anguish.

“But honey, I thought you liked it when I played with your cock” Gretchen said teasingly. “Hey, what about just squeezing the cockhead, or the glans, Mikey?”

Eventually Mike had released the vice, and Gretchen and Mike had unlocked my handcuffs left me downstairs in the basement, where…I masturbated!

You’d think I would call the police or something, but the whole business with the punishment and humiliation had me really horny.

The following weekend was incomprehensibly bizaare.

On Friday night I was reading Business Week when Gretchen informed me that she was going away for the weekend with Naomi, the woman she’d met through Master Nash.

Before I could register an objection, the doorbell rang, and Gretchen opened it, and there were Naomi and Skyler.

Gretchen and Naomi greeted each other with cheek kisses, and as soon as they came into the living room, Skyler instantly stripped down to his chastity device.

God, he knows how to make himself comfortable, I thought, my face hidden behind the magazine.

“Miles, get up! Take off your clothes, too. You and Skyler are spending the weekend here together.” Gretchen said cheerily.

“Wait–what-what do you mean, Skyler and I are spending the weekend here? And why do I have to take–?” Before I could finish my sentence, icy blonde Naomi stepped over to my chair.

Naomi grabbed me by the hair and dragged me up.

“When your Mistress tells you to take your goddamn clothes off” Naomi hissed in my face. “You’ll do as she commands.”

I was temporarily overcome by this hot blonde in a leather miniskirt staring in my face, and clutching my hair.

Suddenly her fishnet knee came up into my groin. There was an overwhelming pain in my balls, and I keeled over.

When I came to, I was sitting naked across from Skyler, whose nakedness was, in combination with his obesity, quite repulsive.

I tried to get up and felt myself pulled down by my scrotum. escort ataşehir I looked down in horror to discover that there was a small circular ring locked around my cock and balls, connected by a chain of about four feet to Skyler’s chastity device.

I assessed the situation. Skyler and I were locked together by the balls, naked! And for the weekend?

Skyler looked at me over his disgusting flabby stomach. “Yeah, I know. Mistress Naomi put out some TV dinners for us, but she and your wife locked away the TV and said this would be a chance for us to get to know one another.”

I couldn’t believe it. Skyler Soames was the epitome of revolting–he had a nationwide radio show bashing welfare, gays, abortion, minorities, and big government.

Despite being an investment banker now, I had been quite the long-haired, pothead leftie in my university days, protesting for an end to apartheid in South Africa, raising hell outside the International Monetary Fund, and all that sort of thing.

Many times I would catch “The Soames Sermon” while turning the dial for National Public Radio, and I’d hear him waxing effusively about the Iraq war, Ronald Reagan and how wonderful President Bush was, and I’d want to throw up in the car.

And now I was cuffed to the man’s balls until Monday!

At least my cock and balls were hanging free outside of the horrible metal ring. Skyler’s cock was encased in that chastity device thing, and it must be quite sweaty, I thought.

“Hey, do you mind if I get a beer?” Skyler asked me. He began getting up off the floor, and I felt my crotch being dragged.

Good God, I thought.

Skyler, on his haunches looked at me irritatedly. “You’re going to have to get up as well, Miles.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up, until we were both standing, the four-foot chain hanging between us.

“It’s just that I’m really thirsty.” Skyler said as we edged towards the kitchen, the chain swinging between us.

“This morning Naomi made me lick out seven used condoms from her little party last night–“

I put my hand up. “Look, Soames. Too much information.”

“Well, I’m just saying,” Sky opened the fridge, “Other men’s semen parches my throat, though when I lick up my own, it doesn’t seem to bother me.”

He should say that on his goddam radio show, I thought. Much more interesting than his criticisms of Greenpeace.

After Skyler got his beer, he moved towards me, and I realized I had to walk in tandem towards the couch. He was staring at my prick, which I found rather disconcerting.

There is something creepy about two middle aged men chained together in a living room, I thought.

“Why are you staring at my dick, Soames?” I asked testily, as we sat down on the couch.

“I just envy you.” Sky said simply. “I haven’t had unfettered access to my own penis in twenty-seven months. And in that time, I’ve only been allowed to jerk off to eleven orgasms.”

“That’s not many” I admitted. Gross, he’s sweating under his armpits, and its rolling down all over his naked belly and on Grandmother’s Chippendale camel back sofa.

“Actually, it’s worse than that.” Skyler said, as he sipped the Heineken.

“After I told Naomi of my fantasies of orgasm denial, and we bought the chastity device, I got about eight orgasms the first year, but hell, in the past eighteen months, it’s been about three.”

Skyler looked out the window. Could people see us? I really was worried about that. I’m not a frigging homosexual, after all.

“Naomi likes to tie me down to the bed about three or four times a week, and unlock my chastity device.” Skyler said in a monotone.

“She always dresses in some hot little body stocking, or a pink tube top that looks painted on…it’s incredible.”

“Then she pulls and strokes my dick until I’m quite hard, and when I’m begging to cum, she beats it back down with a metal ruler, or sometimes a thorn branch from the back yard.

Then she begins stroking my dick again, over and over, teasing me up, and whipping me down until she bores of it, and then I’m locked up again. It’s quite stressful.”

“Well, if you don’t like it, Soames, why don’t you break it off with her?” I asked. “You can’t possibly tell me she’s doing this completely against your will.”

“She isn’t, Miles.” Skyler said. “I do have fantasies of being in a tease and denial relationship, and it completely arouses me…but sometimes it’s just a bit too much.”

“Certainly I agree, it’s exciting to be dominated” I admitted sheepishly. “There’s nothing keeping me enslaved to Gretchen, she’s not blackmailing me…

I guess I do get excited about the whippings, and humiliations she puts me through. And her forbidding me to masturbate is exciting. It makes when I do get to play with my penis quite the treat.

And, of course I was the one to tell Gretchen about my femdom fantasies, just as you did with Naomi, Skyler. It does turn me on, but she goes a bit too far in her zeal to humiliate escort pendik me, Gretchen does.”

“It’s worth it, though, I think” Skyler said earnestly.

“You know, Miles, for years I rented BDSM porn tapes, and paid whores to whip my naked butt, and read those terrible contrived stories in the bondage section of Penthouse “Variations”, and I was miserable.

Naomi makes me feel like a true slave, and I am aroused all the time, and that’s worth any number of orgasms, don’t you think? And she orders me to do bizaare things, and I deal well with that, too.”

“See, that’s the problem” I said, shaking my head. “I have to admit no matter how strange or humiliating the orders I get from Gretchen are, I get more and more excited…I’m sure you heard about the time I was nailed to a board!”

Skyler nodded sympathetically, and finished his beer.

“But I can’t let things go too far, Skyler. You must understand, I’m more than a wimpy cuckold slave, right?”

Skyler laughed heartily.

“But when I was talking about having my orgasms denied by Naomi, and when you discussed being nailed to the board, your cock was very hard, Miles.

Maybe your true nature is indeed to be submissive.”

Skyler looked questioningly at me and said, “I know it’s difficult to do humiliating stuff, but you’re doing it for your Mistress, Miles. Think of how generous that is.”

At that moment, Mike came in the house, sweaty from playing in his Friday night softball league. He took one look at us and brayed in laughter.

We did look ridiculous naked on the couch and tethered together by the ridiculous chain on our balls.

Skyler blushed, as did I…but then Sky looked up at Mike and asked, “Is there anything we can do to be of service to you, Master?”

“Are you kidding, faggot?” Mike asked in amazement.

“No, Mistress Naomi and Mistress Gretchen ordered us to be of service while they’re gone this weekend, and we’d like to be as helpful as possible.” Sky said.

What the hell is he thinking? Jesus, man, don’t speak for me! But I didn’t say anything.

Mike grinned, and pulled his pants down. “You can suck my dick, if you want to…I’ve been all excited by the girl who’s pitching for the Treadway Electronics company team.”

And with that Sky got up and began walking towards Mike, and I had to follow, as my balls were trapped in the damn ring.

I was just going to sit by and pretend I didn’t notice what was going on, but Skyler tapped me on the shoulder.

“What do you think your Mistress would really like for you to do? Wouldn’t it be nice to have Mike report that we kissed and licked his dick together, like porn stars do in those films?”

And something changed in me…it was amazing! As if in a dream, I sank to my knees, and Skyler and I began kissing and licking the sides of Mike’s huge cock.

After a few minutes, Skyler paused briefly and removed his upper dental plate. “This gives him a smoother ride.” Sky explained.

“That’s great, do my balls, Miles, while this other homo licks the tip, willya?” Mike asked with his eyes closed, no doubt imagining the hottie pitcher from Treadway Electronics.

I knelt down further, putting my head just under Mike’s scrotum, and gently took it into my mouth, trying not to make a face.

I tried to think of how hot Gretchen was, and how pleased she would be that I was being of good service, as I rolled Mike’s balls around in my mouth.

Skyler was slurping Mike’s cock like a demon, running his head back and forth on it, and soon Mike grabbed Sky’s ears and began shoving the cock in and out of Sky’s mouth, and amazingly, Skyler didn’t choke or cough!

Horrible to admit it, but Skyler must have extensive experience in cocksucking, I thought as I continued to juice Mike’s testicles up with my spit.

After about twenty minutes of this, Mike gasped and shot his load into Skyler’s mouth.

Mike grunted as Sky cleaned him off with his tongue, and I thought that might be it….

“Do you want us to cook you lunch, Master?” Skyler asked, which irritated me a bit. Must he volunteer my services?

But I was starting to see Sky’s way of thinking. Despite Skyler’s sadness about his slave state, there was a serene acceptance in his eyes that I envied.

“You know, I want another blowjob, I want to cum again, fast!” Mike said, and snapped his fingers.

And back we went to work, but this time Mike was flagging, and though Sky really licked and sucked that bad boy, nothing was happening.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asked, enraged. “Why can’t you get me off?”

“P-please just give me time, Master Mike.” Skyler said desperately, as he opened his mouth wider to receive more of Mike’s cock.

But Mike couldn’t cum again, and inevitably he accused Skyler and I of malingering, and took off his belt.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

We each got about thirty across our backsides and our cocks, and Mike left us crying on the floor of the living room.

Skyler escort ümraniye blew his nose after about twenty minutes. “But this is worth it, Miles. I know you feel that we are being treated unfairly…but we’re slaves. This is our lot in life.”

Suddenly, Sky motioned for me to get up. “I had too much beer and I have to go to the bathroom.”

We walked together to the bathroom, our chain swinging between us. But as Sky got there, he tapped his chastity tube, and groaned.

“Oh no…this is bad.” Skyler said, with an aggreived look on his face. “Naomi didn’t unlock the pee hole. I can’t pee until she gets back.”

My jaw dropped as I gazed at him.

“You see,” Skyler explained, as he began shifting from one leg to the other, his bladder obviously bothering him,

“…There are two levels to my chastity. I haven’t had an orgasm in many, many months, but Mistress Naomi also regulates when I am allowed to go to the bathroom. She often forbids me to go as punishment.”

“Of course you’re joking, man.” I said in disbelief. “You can’t go to the bathroom without her permission?”

“Well, it’s part of Naomi’s total control of me.” Skyler said, as he began walking about restlessly, dragging me along by the crotch.

“Sometimes it’s worse, she makes me write lines, like five thousand times ‘I will be more punctual arriving home’ or ‘I will remember to clean the bathroom daily’ and she’ll leave the pee hole locked until I complete at least half the sentences.”

Skyler held his stomach and shook his head.

“Other times she’ll make me jump around, begging to pee while her boyfriends laugh at me, and hit me with belts, trying to get me to wet myself. It can be quite traumatic, Miles.”

“Could…could you not drag me around like this?” I asked as Skyler began doing a little dance. He was holding his crotch and moaning. “It really isn’t my fault that you drank all that beer.”

Skyler dropped to his knees, gritting his teeth, and of course I had to sit down as well. He looked quite unhappy.

“Perhaps we can go down to the workshop and find something to break into that chastity device…or just drill a hole, you know.”

I was nervous. What if his bladder exploded, or he had, God forbid, a urinary tract infection?

“No, no…Naomi would make my life hell if I violated her Iron Maiden.” Skyler said, tapping the chastity device lovingly.

I shook my head. I had been through so much in my life–various therapies, traveling the world wearing a knapsack, some time in a motorcycle gang (weekends only, of course).

I’d lived in a commune, managed a bar, volunteered on a rescue squad, tried four different religions, Lifespring, the Peace Corps, the Hare Krishnas, transcedental meditation, working in political campaigns and martial arts.

I’d run an underground newspaper, surfed competitively, and once been a rodeo clown.

But this was really something new! What the hell was this BDSM nonsense?

I was attached by the balls to a right-wing disc jockey nutcase who wasn’t allowed to pee and there was no way out!

“I just have to be strong.” Sky said, his hips shaking.

“It’s been longer than this, she locked it last night, and I haven’t drank that much. Once she made me wait eighteen hours.”

Sky pushed his legs together like a girl, and held his face in his hands. Suddenly there was a stench, and I looked down.

Pee was squirting out of the sides of the chastity device, and all over Grandmother’s 18th century Beauvais carpet.

“Wait, get up!” I screamed. “At least stand in the bath tub, won’t you?”

I got up and ran away from the growing piss puddle, but of course the chain pulled me back and I fell down, right in the mess!

“Oh, Miss Naomi will be so disappointed in me for soiling myself” Skyler said with a trembling lower lip.

“I’m such a bad boy…”

Gretchen laughed her ass off about this when I recounted things on Sunday night.

It had been quite unpleasant sharing the weekend with the piss soaked Skyler, even after I’d gotten him in the shower, because of course he had to pee again and again.

And he always refused to stand in the bathtub because he was trying to “Be strong” for Mistress Naomi.

“And it would be like using birth control when you are trying to abstain from sex for Christian reasons…just planning to fail.”

I didn’t understand this, all I knew was there were repulsive little urine puddles all over my house!

When Mike came back upstairs, he tried to solve the problem by holding our heads over the piss and having us suck it up, but that could only do so much good…

So he’d made us sleep in the garage where we couldn’t do much more harm. I begged him to sever the chain between us, but of course Mike couldn’t do that…

“The girls would be so pissed at me” he had said with a grin.

Skyler had been locked in closets and in the trunk of Naomi’s car, and once in a cedar chest, and so being banished naked to the unheated garage, even in the middle of March, wasn’t that big a deal to him.

But the good news was, as I told my lovely wife, that I had come around to my submissiveness….I was ready!

And for the first time in years, Gretchen gave me a beautiful smile.

Shortly after this revelation, I was outfitted for a chastity device, an “Iron Maiden” very much like the one that Skyler wore.

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“I made a mistake last night,” Kelsey said.

Uh oh! “How so?” I asked, “Are you thinking you shouldn’t have come up to my room?”

I’d made it a point to go to bed early the night before. Between trying to stick with the time change from east coast to west, the amazing morning I had had that morning with Alexandra, and the chance that I had heard Kelsey correctly the evening before, I figured that one way or another I was going to need the sleep.

My foresight paid off. I hadn’t been up very long, er, I hadn’t been awake very long…

Either way – I was both awake and up.

I had already been to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and pissed, thrown on a pair of jeans and was standing in the little kitchenette area of my room trying to decide whether I should make an early breakfast or wait and see what might happen.

I had just decided nothing was going to happen and to go ahead and head to the shower when I heard a light tapping on my door.

I stepped over to it, leaned across from the edge of the doorframe, and looked through the peephole where I could barely make out Kelsey standing with her back very close to the door and looking toward one end of the hall.

I pulled the door open quietly, leaned out a little bit and rumbled “Can I help you, Kelsey?” in her ear.

She shivered, spun to face me and stepped closer into the door.

“I’m not sure what you did to Alex yesterday morning, but I saw the look on her face on the video when she left and I think I’d like some of what you did to her.”

So I let her in and did the exact same thing to her and it was just as good. For both of us.

The end.

Just kidding. I did let her in, though.

“Quick question. Who usually watches the security camera videos?”

“None of the guys, if that’s what you’re worried about?”

“Not worried, just curious. You said the guy from yesterday morning seemed concerned about Alex, but it was you that thought to look at the video? Why’s that?”

“The guys seem to forget it’s there. In fact, I don’t think they ever even look at it.

“But Alex and Carlie and I usually check it out to see what people get up to when they think they’re alone in a hallway or an elevator. Between drunks coming back and trying to open the wrong door to couples getting frisky in the elevators? It’s both interesting and amusing at times.”

“How long does your system keep in storage?”

She gave me a probing look that she held for a few seconds, then I could figuratively see the wheels going around as her eyes flicked here and there and her brows waggled a little and her lips twitched and head tilted minutely to one side or the other.

Eventually she made up her mind, smiled and said, “A little over a week. And yes, before you ask, we can, and have, downloaded some of it for our own use.”

“Ah. So what can I do for you this morning?”

“Whatever you did to Alex for a start.”

“Sorry. I can’t do that for you Kelsey.”

Her face fell, her shoulders slumped and she dropped her gaze to her feet. “Shit,” I heard her mutter. “Sorry to have bothered you then, I guess,” she said as she started to turn back toward the door.

“Stop. What’s that all about?”

“I don’t want to sound like the middle sister in that old sitcom, you know, all “Alex, Alex, Alex,” or “Carlie, Carlie, Carlie,” but when I’m in a room with either of them it’s like I just disappear. All the guys like them ‘cuz they’re taller and skinnier.”

“C’mere,” I said as I dragged her into my chest and began rubbing her back. “What’re you talking about? You’re beautiful!”

“If I’m so beautiful, why did you go after Alex first?”

“What?” I thought about what she had just said for a second or two, then said, “A — I didn’t ‘go after’ Alex, she came to my room, just like you just did. And B — I’ve had to try very hard not to flirt with you every single night I’ve seen you.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“I haven’t flirted with any of you. I’ve been ‘polite’ and ‘friendly’. I tend to get in trouble when I flirt with young ladies, especially when I’m damn near old enough to be their fathers.”

“You’re nowhere near old enough to be my dad. And you are WAY sexier than he could ever be!”

“Well, thanks for that, little girl, but I don’t think I’m all that sexy.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Why do you think the three of us have all been trying to get your attention?”

“I didn’t realize you were. I just thought you were being friendly to a guest.”

She pulled her head back from my chest and looked up at me. “I hope you don’t think my coming to your room is something I do on a regular basis? And most certainly not ‘to be friendly to a guest’?”

“No. That’s not what I meant. I have to be careful when beautiful women flirt with me. It usually means they’re trying to get something out of me. And escort kadıköy especially when they’re as beautiful as you are.”

“You really think I’m beautiful? And you’re not just saying that to get in my shorts?”

“Let me remind you, little girl, that you’re the one that came to my room. I think who’s trying to get in whose shorts is pretty clear.”

“Yeah. There is that,” she smiled up at me with a cute little dimple forming in one cheek. “I do have a confession to make, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I really am trying to get something out of you,” she said, with a very noticeable glint in her eyes.

I exhaled a puff and pulled an exaggerated fake look of disappointment “And what might that be?”

“This for a start,” she giggled as she reached her hand down and began to unzip my fly. “I’m pretty sure I’ll manage to get something else out of you in a little while, too!”

“Well if that’s the way you’re going to be, I can think of something I’d like to get out of you, too. I’d like to get you out of your clothes.”

Again her face fell. This time her hands fell as well.

“Can we turn the lights off first?” she asked in a small voice.

“Nope!” I said.

“Can I at least keep my shirt on?”

“You definitely don’t have a clue what went on between Alex and me, do you? I don’t usually do this, but yeah, I’ll let you keep your shirt on. As long as you take your bra off first.”

She did that thing women do where they drag the straps off their shoulders and down their arms, then spin the bra around under their shirt and pull it out. I’ve seen it done before, but not nearly as quickly or efficiently.

Then her hands dropped to her waist and she began to unbuckle her belt.

This time I didn’t say “Nope”.

This time I growled, “Nnnooooo.”

She looked up at me, startled this time as I leaned over her, and she backed up until the top of her ass hit the edge of the desk.

Her eyes got wide as I did. Then they closed as I batted her hands to the side and began to undo her belt myself.

I exaggerated my clumsiness as I pulled it from side to side a little, then pulled upward on it, using it to pull the crotch of her jeans tightly into her pussy almost lifting her off the ground.

I let her back down then began to turn my shoulders from side to side — supposedly to brace myself to get leverage, but actually to brush my arms across the breasts swinging freely inside her shirt.

My pulling also dragged the fly of her jeans back and forth and up and down across her clit and her head began to tilt backward.

Taking advantage of that, I leaned in and lightly brushed the side of her neck with my lips. She moaned and leaned into my kiss giving me a bit more room to work on her belt. I pressed my chest into her breasts, rocking it slightly to vary the pressure as I dragged it across them.

I pulled the tip of the belt out of the buckle and then yanked it out of the belt loops and out from between us in one clean movement and tossed it across the room.

Her eyes flashed open as she inhaled sharply, then slowly closed again.

I went back to “fumbling” with the button, continuing to pull on the crotch of her jeans. I pulled on them as I continued to nibble up and down the sides of her neck until her breathing became rapid and she began to shiver every once in a while as goose-bumps raced across her skin.

I finally whispered, “I’ll be right back,” in her ear as I pulled away and knelt in front of her with my butt on my heels.

I said, “Let’s see what we have here,” as I continued to play with the button and her jeans. Because she was so short, my forehead was nudging and bumping her tits as I did.

I “finally” got the button undone and began to slowly pull the zipper down, a tooth or two at a time.

“Lean back and put your hands on edges of the desk behind you,” I said. “This may take a while.”

She leaned back and put her hands where I had told her, with her fingers lightly grasping the edge. The front edge of the desk in the small of her back kept her from pulling her hips away from me, causing her back to arch and her breasts to thrust outward – exactly as I had planned.

I reached the tips of my fingers inside the waistband of her jeans and began to pull them down over her hips.

As I reached around the back I had to lean forward a bit, planting my face in her shirt squarely between her breasts. I felt her shift her weight to lean her head forward slightly and then again as she prepared to pull her hands off the sides of the desk.

I growled a long drawn-out, “UNH UH!” as I shook my head slightly from side to side and she moaned.

I knelt all the way down again as I continued to push her jeans down her legs.

When I got them down to mid-calf I had to pause since she still had her shoes on. I reached up and grabbed her thighs and pushed her upward slightly until the crease at the bottom of her ass cheeks was resting escort kartal on the edge of the desk — but only barely.

I quickly pulled her sneakers off and then began to pull her socks off. I thought for a minute she was an amateur magician or something. Because when I grabbed the ankle of her right sock and started to pull, I just kept pulling and pulling. I thought maybe she had socks like that stupid magician’s scarf that just wouldn’t quit.

I growled in irritation and heard her giggle. When I looked up she was smiling mischievously down at me.

“Something funny?” I asked.

“Yeah! The look on your face.” And she giggled again.

“Oh, you are so going to pay for that,” I growled and her face got serious for a split second. Then she went all wide-eyed and said, “What’re you gonna do to me, mister?”

“Just wait. You’ll see.”

I finally got both her socks off and pulled the jeans off and out from under her feet, then pulled downward on her ankles and her butt slipped off the desk.

As I knelt back upward I let my head slide up the inside of her thighs and she giggled again as my short hair tickled her sensitive skin.

As I neared her crotch I pulled back slightly and ran my nose, lips and chin up her panties over pussy and she shivered and moaned.

“These need to go away,” I muttered as I pulled the wet front of her panties up snugly against her lips, which made them stand out like, well, like wet, swollen, plump pussy lips.

I held the tension on the waistband of the front of her panties with my left hand as I slid my right hand across her hip and back to her ass cheek. As I slid my hand across, I slowly gathered the material toward the middle until it was pushed into the crack of her ass.

I slid my hand the rest of the way across and snagged the material of her panties on the other side with my fingertips and slowly dragged it across her ass cheek, letting my nails lightly scratch her cheek as they glided across her skin. She shivered and moaned.

When that material had also slid into the crack of her ass, I wrapped my fist around it and pushed upward.

Since I hadn’t let up on the tension on the front, her panties were pulled farther and farther into the cleft of her pussy lips.

I continued to lift until Kelsey pushed herself up on her toes then stopped.

I stopped lifting, but I didn’t stop moving.

I pulled my right hand away from myself, back under the desk, which pulled her panties farther into the crease of her lips. There was now only a sliver of material visible between them now, which I pulled slightly upward on.

But like I said, I had quit lifting.

Now I was just using the material to grind on her lips and clit, sawing it slowly back and forth as it penetrated her quim. Looking more closely I realized the crotch seams had found their way between her inner and outer lips and the majority of the material between them had become bunched up in the space between her inner lips.

As I pulled it back and forth, the wet material was working itself over her stiff clit and wet lips and now she was starting to work her hips opposite the motion of her panties.

I waited until her breathing had gotten to just the right point (probably just the wrong point from her point of view), then yanked her panties all the way down to her ankles.

She groaned in frustration.

I didn’t have to lift her up to get them off, I just had to tap her feet one at a time to get her to lift them and I pulled them out from under her feet.

As I tossed them to the side I caught sight of those long-ass socks where I had tossed them.

I wrapped the end of one around her right ankle, stretched it out and tied it around that ankle before repeating the action with her left ankle.

She looked down as I pulled her left ankle over to the leg of the desk, wrapped the other end of the sock around the leg and tied it there, leaving a small amount of slack.

She was still looking down as I did the same with her right ankle.

I slowly slid my hands up the front of her legs, allowing my thumbs to drift to the inside of her thighs once they passed her knees.

Just as they were about to touch her inflamed lips I pulled them to the side and ran them up the crease between her thighs and belly, causing her to close her eyes and groan in frustration again as she shivered from the tickle.

I bent a little, kissed the inside of her right knee, then dragged my tongue upward for about an inch.

I repeated the same kiss and lick on the inside of her left knee.

I slowly worked my way up her thighs that way until I got to the point where I needed to ease my knees forward between her spread feet to get better access to her pussy.

I continued to lick my way up the inside of her thighs, alternating sides until I began to taste the juices running down her legs. I had thought I had felt something hitting my legs as I worked my way up and now I escort maltepe realized I had been. She was so wet she had literally been dripping on my legs and running down her own.

When I first reached out to make contact with the bottom of her cunt with my tongue her thighs slammed shut on my head hard enough to make me see double for a split second.

I reached my palms between her knees and pulled them outward until I could pull my head back.

She was looking down at me in shock. “I am SSSOOOoooooo sorry! I don’t know why I did that. It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!!”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. But you know what they say, ‘once bitten, twice shy’? Don’t let it happen again.” And yeah, I growled that last part.

I leaned in again and, yep, just as my tongue made contact her knees started to slam shut again. I could tell she tried to stop them herself, but I’d been ready this time and caught them with my palms and fingers and jerked her knees back out to the sides.

I rocked backward to my feet, stood up, stepped immediately in, planted my hands on the desk on either side of her, leaned down and got my face right on top of hers.

“If you don’t want to be here, say so.” I growled. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t already want to do. Oh, I’ll ‘make’ you do the things you want to do anyway, but only as long as I know you’re here willingly. You understand me, little girl?”

She nodded.

“Out loud.”

“Yes, sir. I understand, sir.”

“Do you want to leave?”

‘Oh, HELL no!! Not now. I am SO sorry. Please believe me that neither of those was on purpose! Please go back to doing what you were doing. Please?”

“You mean you actually like it when something does this?” and I slid the tips of the middle two fingers of my right hand up into her dripping-wet slit.

And, you guessed it, her knees slammed shut again.

Since my hand was trapped anyway I continued to rub the tips of my fingers back and forth in her lips. I tried to push my hand in farther but couldn’t.

“See, little girl, we’re back to that question about whether you really want to be here or not. Don’t fuck with me!”

“I’m trying to keep them apart, honest! But you’ve got my pussy so sensitive I can’t help it.”

“Really? We’ll see.”

I went over to my suitcase, unzipped a side pouch and took out a few items. I held them down behind my thigh as I walked back over to her so she couldn’t see them. She tried to crane her neck around to see what I had so I grabbed her chin in the web between my palm and the thumb of my left hand and pulled her to face forward.

“Do I need to blindfold you to keep you from peeking, little girl?”

Her shudder as her eyes closed answered that question better than words ever could.

I dropped what I had grabbed on the floor at her feet, walked over to my carry-on bag and pulled out one of those “sleep masks” they sell in the travel section of most stores. This was a pretty good one, with two elastic straps. I slipped them both over her head then settled one above her ears and one below, which pulled the material of it tight across her cheeks so she couldn’t peek out from beneath it.

I knelt down, grabbed an elastic strap and pulled the hook-and-loop patches slowly away from each other. She shivered as she heard the sound.

I held one end up in my left hand between her knees, then reached around the desk leg with my right and grabbed the other end. I pulled it quickly into the inside of her left calf just below her knee and then out to the side, where I slapped the hook-and-loop patches back together.

I slowly pulled the hook-and-loop apart on the other strap and watched her shiver once again. Then I just knelt there.

Her right knee twitched a few times as she imagined I was about to pull that one to the side, too.

Just as she realized I was teasing her and groaned in frustration I flipped the elastic strap around her leg and the desk leg, pulled the patches together and attached them as well.

“Now. Let’s try this again.” And I shoved the middle two fingers of my right hand all the way up inside her drenched pussy.

I couldn’t tell if her knees started to slam shut again or if they gave away, but either way, the straps did the trick and, while she dipped an inch or so, she stayed in place.

“That is MUCH better,” I growled. “Now…”

I moved back between her legs, and she moaned as my fingers moved inside her as I inched forward.

I pulled my fingers out a little bit and she groaned in frustration again. But that groan turned into a moan as I curled my pointer and little fingers to get them past, then extended them to make light contact with her asshole. She moaned more loudly when I dragged my tongue up her again.

Her thighs twitched again, but the straps still held her knees open, exposing her to my attentions.

I began to lick slowly up her dripping lips, little short licks, until I got to the top of her slit when I used the tip of my tongue to circle around and around her clit, but without actually touching it. I pulled back slightly and blew softly on it. She shivered as the cool air passed across it.

I returned to the bottom and worked my way back up again. As I did, I began to gently tease her asshole with the tips of those two fingers, which made the two in her cunt move inside her.

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I’ve always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. This time I truly was.

My husband and I often indulge in submissive adventures. He shares me with his friends, and sometimes strangers, and likes to expose me in public places. I love him very much but it is humiliating to be used by others while my husband watches (and often participates). It also is strangely exciting as well, but only if I feel forced to perform, helpless to protest. I know should be ashamed of my behavior and I feel mortified when I am called a slut or a cheap whore, but after awhile it becomes exhilarating.

All of our adventures maintain a certain amount of control. My husband, Dan, is always around to make sure I’m not abused and I have a safe word if things get too far out of hand, although I’ve never used it. Last week, my husband wasn’t around during an extreme scene that left me totally at the mercy of others.

I had been overdue for new tires on my car so I called Dave, my husband’s friend who owns an automotive repair business. Dave said he had a full schedule, but told me I could come in after hours the next day. I told him I’d see him then.

Dave is an older man (in his 50s) who is one of my husband’s closest friends. He has seen me naked several times and knows of my willingness to perform for my husband. Dave was on hand the night Dan bragged about my oral skills to several of his buddies and proved his point by having me give him a blowjob in front of everyone. It was one of the first times I had submitted so wantonly to Dan and his friends. I was red-faced with embarrassment, but my pussy was creamy at the lewdness of the scene. Dan finished on my face and neck. Since his friends were so worked up at the sight of me wearing my husband’s cum, he told them it was okay masturbate on me, which they did, as I helped them cum by pumping their cocks with my hand, as they sprayed my hair and face with their sperm, they taunted me by calling me a cheap slut, a filthy whore and, my favorite, “Dan’s cocksucking wife.” By this time lust had overtaken me and I was overcome with feelings of shame and humiliation, but, oh, was I ever turned on!

Since that night, my husband and I have continued our adventures over the years, stepping up the intensity to higher levels of carnality and deeper levels of humiliation. I’m now 32 and I have red hair, pale skin, average breasts and long legs. I dress in a classy, business-like manner generally, although I wear more trashy and slutty clothes when Dan and I hit the club scene or when he wants to lewdly display me in public. On the day of my appointment at Dave’s garage I was wearing business attire, a black pencil skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee, a delicate white silk blouse that was vaguely see-through, and black heels. Underneath I wore a lacy white bra, a black sheer thong and black stay-up stockings. I pulled up to Dave’s shop and rang the night bell.

“Monique!” Dave said. “Nice to see you again, Dan’s been keeping you to himself for too long,”

“Hi Dave, nice to see you, too,” I said. “I’m here for the tires.”

“Ready to go,” he said. “Have a seat in the waiting room and we’ll get right on it.”

I reached in my purse for the car keys and gave them to Dave. He had one of his helpers in the garage who pulled my car in, raised it up on the hydraulic lift and removed the tires. I cooled my heels in the waiting room for awhile and then walked to the garage to check on their progress. Dave and his helper, Tony, were busy at work as I took in the scene. There was room for three cars in the garage. Tools and tires were everywhere in the general clutter. Grease and oil seemed to permeate all surfaces, including the messy floor. It looked like they were just about to finish up when Dave called me from the garage doorway.

“Hey Monique, come over here, I need to show you something.”

I walked over as Dave ducked under the car and showed me where some oil was leaking from the oil pan. “Looks like you might have a problem, Monique,” he said. “Take a closer look.”

As Dave backed away, I slipped under the car to inspect the oil leak. As I did, I reached up to the hoist to balance myself and placed my hand in a pool of grease. I quickly drew my hand back and in doing so, bumped into the hoist. It was then that a stream of black oil landed on my white blouse just below my right shoulder and above my breast.

“Geez, Monique, I’m so sorry, that oil will cause a permanent stain. No way will it come out. Did it soak through?”

“I think so, Dave. Do you have something to get this grease off my hands?”

“Here, let me,” Dave said, and he took my hand and scrubbed off the grease with an oily rag. He then began to unbutton my blouse. “I’ll get this,” he said. “I can wipe off the oil so it doesn’t drip down to your pretty bra.”

I guess Dave had a pretty good view of my bra through the blouse, but it surprised me when he started to unbutton my blouse. Although Dave was a close friend, my stomach was fluttering at the close contact in such a public place. After all, Tony was watching escort acıbadem in the whole scene.

“Monique, how would you like it if I gave you the new tires free?” Dave asked with a smile. “I think we could work something out.”

“Well, I don’t know, Dave, what do you hand in mind?” But I knew what he had in mind.

“I know how submissive you are with Dan,” Dave said. “And I’ve always wanted someone like you, someone I could control and bend to my wishes. Trust me, I can be just as devious as Dan when it comes to putting a woman in her place.”

“I don’t think so Dave. Dan’s not here and I shouldn’t . . .”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t . . . but you will . . . won’t you Monique?”

I could feel those familiar urges. Dave certainly was no stranger but I didn’t know Tony at all. Plus Dan wasn’t here. My chest heaved at the thought of losing control with Dave in a dirty, dank garage. Only a true slut would even consider agreeing to his suggestion. But the tires were expensive and Dan has seen me in indecent situations before. Maybe just this once.

“OK, Dave, I guess it’ll be alright. What do you want me to do?”

“Whatever I say Monique, or should I say ‘my sweet slut?’ You can start by stripping off that blouse. Take a look Tony. I’ve seen Monique naked before. You’re in for a real treat.”

I stood between two of the lifts and hesitated briefly, but Dave was impatient.

“Come on slut, let’s see some something.”

Before I could even begin, Dave came up to me and ripped my blouse open, buttons skittering across the dirty floor. “There, that’s better,” he said. Dave then grabbed the sleeve of my blouse and ripped it away from the shoulder. He left it there, barely attached and dangling halfway down my arm. He reached for my other arm and ripped the sleeve completely off.

I was startled at Dave’s forcefulness. Dan never used force to control me but I didn’t believe I was in any danger, so, although Dave’s aggression provided humiliation, I wasn’t afraid.. Dave took the sleeve, spun me around and tied my wrists together behind my back. His greasy hands had left several stains on my arms and now-ragged blouse.

“Take a good look, Tony,” Dave called out. “What you see is a dirty slut, Dan’s slut, and we’re going to have a good time with her tonight.”

Tony was staring when I looked to him. He leered hungrily at me.

“Tell you what, Tony, why don’t you call some of your friends. I’ll bet they would enjoy tonight’s festivities as well,” Dave said. “Tony then disappeared into a back room. “Monique, you’ll be well-used tonight.”

I stood there numbed at the course of events. In my disheveled state inside the filthy garage, I tried not to think about how lewd the scene was and how I was about to sell myself for a set of tires. Actually I was allowing myself to be used as a sex object, teased and taunted and humiliated. My breathing came in short gasps and my stomach fluttered nervously. Usually Dan controlled my actions, and no matter how obscene, I knew he loved me and I loved him. I was nervous about giving control to one of his friends.

Dave found a pair of scissors and cut my skirt several times from the hem to the waist, creating a series of long strips. He then cut the waist free, allowing the strips to fall to the floor. With my arms bound behind my back, I teetered back and forth on my heels and, after Dave was finished, I toppled to the floor. Fortunately, I made a soft landing, coming down hard on my right side. Dave just laughed and reached over to drag me back up, rolling me on my stomach and pulling me roughly for a few feet before lifting me up.

“You’ll have to be more careful, Monique. I don’t want to hurt you, just have some fun with your body,” he said. “But look at you now. You’re such a dirty slut.”

He was right. My little tumble and subsequent “rescue” by Dave had left me very dirty, with grease and oil stains on my left side, including my creamy white ass and left thigh. My stomach and bra were also stained from when he dragged me. My stockings were ruined, sporting a couple of holes and some long runners. I had been trashed. Though I didn’t like to be filthy, the stains and disheveled appearance seemed to turn Dave on.

“Get over here, you dirty slut, I’m not finished.”

I gingerly stepped toward Dave and he picked up one of the skirt strips and tied it to my bound wrists. He reached up and tied the other end to my side view mirror. He then raised the hydraulic lift high enough that my arms were stretched tight and I had to balance precariously on my heels. I was totally helpless, arms high and chest pushed forward. I was only wearing my ruined bra and blouse, my sheer thong and tattered stockings. Dave stepped to me just as Tony reentered the garage with two friends, Jose and James.

“Take a look at the slut now, Tony,” Dave said. “She’s ready to be used and it looks like we’ll have plenty of guys to use her.”

I glanced at Tony, who like his friends were in their 20s and all seemed to be escort bağdat caddesi in decent physical shape. Their eyes popped out when they saw me.

“Wow! You weren’t kidding, Tony,” said a well-built guy named Sam. “We thought you were just full of your regular BS. Who’s the lady?”

“She’s no lady,” said Dave. “She’s a slut I know from the neighborhood, the wife of a friend of mine and I finally get to have my way with her. Don’t worry, I’ll share. See how dirty she is?”

Dave reached up and grabbed my breasts through my bra and manhandled me before grabbing my blouse, or what remained of it, and tearing it off. Or at least he tried to. Most of the blouse pulled free but the side with the torn sleeve stubbornly refused to rip. It just hung there. Dave reached for the scissors again and snipped away my bra, letting the pieces fall to the floor. My breasts, lily white with pink nipples, and completely grease free, were now on display.

“Look at the milky tits on that bitch,” Ethan said.

Dave spun me halfway around so that my ass was facing the group and cut away my thong, While one asscheek was smeared with black grease, the other was clean. Dave took care of that, however, when he gave me a single, open-handed slap. His handprint was clearly evident. I was now marked for his pleasure. Finally, Dave took another skirt strip, reached for my chest and tied it around my right breast, snugging it up so it protruded obscenely, turning red, highlighting the difference between it and my pale skin.

“Nice work, boss . . . she looks like a wet dream come true, a nasty slave who has no shame . . . can we use her now?” asked Tony, clearly turned on and ready to ravish.

It was hot in the garage and as I stood helplessly before these men, I felt so nasty. I was away from my comfort zone with Dan. Although my husband uses me shamelessly, there is a certain amount of dignity in our excursions. When he displays me in public, I at least feel sexy, even during those times when men had cum on me and I was required to wear it openly. But here in Dave’s garage, I was virtually naked, trussed up in a filthy garage, grease-stains all over me. My ass stung from the blow from Dave’s hand. My right breast stuck out obscenely and the ends of the skirt strip dangled loosely. My clothes, what little I still had on, were in tatters. And, I also was very hot. The garage very warm and I could feel the perspiration emanate from my body. My sexual heat also was turned up as the shameful position I found myself in made my pussy very creamy. The increasing humiliation left me shuddering. There was clearly nothing I could do to stop the debasement that was about to occur. I was at their mercy and so I gave myself in to the sluttiness of the situation. I was to be a whore tonight, a used slut wife for four men in a hot and filthy garage.

“Alright boys, let’s give Monique what she came in for,” said Dave.

With that it was a free-for-all as I stood there, bound and helpless as the four men explored my body. I felt hands all over me, feeling my soft stomach, running up and down my legs, and pinching my breasts and nipples. Jose gently caressed my left asscheek, while Tony kept up a drumbeat of slaps on my right. After awhile the constant spanking from Tony caused me to squirm more and more. I’m sure my ass ws bright red. But there was no escape from the smacks. Everywhere I squirmed was into the arms of another man ravishing my body. Dave fingered my pussy, much to my chagrin because even though I was being thoroughly used, my pussy was very wet, with my juices beginning to run down my leg.

“Well, well, Monique, you really are a slut,” Dave said. “No wonder Dan is so willing to show you off. You love it! Hey guys, this slut is enjoying herself. We need to step it up.”

“Can we do anything we want?” asked James, a lanky black mechanic who had been enjoying my breasts.

“Yeah, I want to fuck the whore,” said Tony. “I’ve never fucked another guy’s wife before, and this one looks fine. I want to grab handfuls of that red hair while I use her mouth.”

“She’s a great little cocksucker, Tony,” Dave said. “I saw her blow her old man one time and she wore his cum the rest of the night. She really has no shame.”

As I stood there being mauled, I was otherwise ignored as the men talked about me but never to me. I was not used to being called such filthy names nor was I accustomed to being so thoroughly used. It certainly added to my feelings of helplessness and shame. I was just a sex toy for them, just a slut they could use without regard to my feelngs.

Dave began lowering the hydraulic lift which took the pressure off of my arms and legs a little. It was lowered just enough for me to bend over from the waist. My arms still were tied to the rear view mirror and as I bent over, my head was pushed through my arms. Tony wasted no time ducking under the lift, pulling out his cock and presenting himself to my mouth. “Suck me, slut,” he said.

Tony rubbed his cock across my lips and escort kozyatağı I opened my mouth for him and suckled the head of his dick. He hadn’t bothered to undress, just pulled out his hard cock and expected service from me. I licked and sucked the head of his cock until he suddenly thrust forward, burying his shaft in my mouth.

“Look at this, guys . . . This whore looks even better with her lips around my cock.”

Tony continued to fuck my face, pumping in and out of my mouth. He stopped occasionally to rub his cock over my lips, spreading pre-cum obscenely in my hair and on my cheeks. Meanwhile Jose stepped behind me and used his fingers to trace a line from my pussy up to my asshole and back again. His hand massaged the groove between my legs from front to back, rubbing my juices between my pussy and ass. He released his cock from his pants, again not undressing, placing the tip of his cock on my pussy.

“I want some of this slut’s hot cunt . . . Look how it’s wide open and inviting us in.”

Jose plunged into my pussy, filling me with his hot meat, forcing my ass up high, enough to take the weight off of my feet. But with my hands stretched up and back, it was difficult to keep my balance and my mouth was thrust farther onto Tony’s cock. I had two holes being filled and the two cocks roughly shoved me back and forth. Jose thrust roughly in my pussy and I was forced to swallow more of Tony’s hard cock. At one point both men pushed and held, squeezing me between them. Jose was buried in my pussy while Tony grabbed my hair and held me tight to his hard meat. I had to breathe through my nose as Tony’s cock thrust down my throat.

With two cocks inside me, I felt stuffed and unable to escape from their pounding. I thought of Dan and knew he probably would like the picture of his wife impaled by two men. I hope he doesn’t blame me since things by now were completely out of my control.

I could not only feel, but hear Jose’s cock pounding my pussy from behind, since it was noisily sloshing in and out of my hot hole. Tony continued to work on my mouth, sliding his meat in and out. I was drooling all over his cock since I wasn’t given time to swallow. At one point he pulled me by the hair away from him and then pulled me toward him, rubbing my face over his cock and balls.

“Just look at this mess, Dave,” said Tony. “Her face is totally fucked up.”

It was true. My lipstick was smeared over my chin and cheeks and I was starting to sweat profusely now, with beads of perspiration running down my forehead all the way to my neck. I was a wet and slippery mess, just right for Tony to slide his cock in and out of my mouth.

Dave and James took over next, with James presenting me with his large, black cock, and Dave taking me from behind.

“OK white bitch, I want your nasty mouth around my cock and I want you to suck it good,” James said. “Nothing I like better than using a white whore’s mouth.”

James’ cock was long and slick and it felt obscene when he shoved it in my mouth and began fucking my face forcefully. I was so intent on guiding that meat in my mouth that I forgot about Dave until he slipped his dick in my ass with one shove. I let out a muffled shriek at the attack on my asshole and my knees buckled, forcing Dave’s cock out.

“Come here and hold her up boys . . . I’m not sure how much more she can take.”

Jose and Tony held me by the waist, pulling my ass so high I was on my toes. Dave pushed in again and furiously pumped my ass for all it was worth. Jose and Tony alternated smacking my ass and rubbing my asscheeks, spreading around the combined grease and sweat. It didn’t deter Dave, however, as he kept up a fast pace and pounded my hot asshole. James mercilessly fed me his hard black cock, shoving it down my throat and pulling it almost out before pummeling me again.

With four men using my body, I was limp, stuffed from two sides and hanging limp. Two cocks and two pairs of hands held me up. For an obedient wife who prides herself on her appearance, I must have been a pitiful sight, grease-stained, dripping sweat, with the few clothes I wore a tattered mess. My tied up breast was bright red and tight to the touch. I felt completely, totally drained of dignity, a slave to the cocks that penetrated my holes.

Dave was the first to cum, climaxing roughly in my ass as he continued to pump in and out. When he pulled out, a stream of cum ran down my leg, pooling at my stocking top. All I could do was moan on James’ cock as I felt the stirrings of a climax. I could feel James’ cock harden and I knew he was about ready to cum as well. He pulled out of my mouth briefly, slapped my faces a few times with his black meat and shoved it back through my lips. Sweat and drool escaped the sides of my mouth and ran down my chin.

“Look at me while I fuck your pretty face,” James said. “I want to see you swallow my cock.”

Although my hair had partially covered my eyes and was plastered in place by sweat and drool, I met James’ gaze. His eyes burned into mine and he used me like a filthy whore. My pussy was so hot it was on fire, shuddering in anticipation of cumming. Tony took his place behind me and shoved into me from behind. Finally, James stiffened and fucked my face until his seed spurted in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock until he roughly pulled out, spraying cum everywhere. He saved the last of his climax for my face, showering me with hot sperm.

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The drive home and the ensuing traffic were a tad longer and busier than usual and tried his patience on this Monday. Finally pulling up the long red bricked driveway he felt more at ease and parked the Volvo.

Inside the massive oak door he dropped the briefcase and found his loyal pet waiting. Kneeling on the smooth tiles in the foyer, naked, head lowered and leash in her teeth.

“Ahh…there’s My pet…does she need to piddle?” The ruffled blonde curls shook affirmatively in answer. He smiled, took the leash and clipped it onto her collar.

“Come along now.” He again opened the door and led her out. Hastily He dragged her across the flagstones, hearing the soft whimpers as He knew they bruised her tender kneecaps. The lush green lawn cushioned her walk and He led pet near the two massive maple trees adjacent to His neighbor’s house.

Soon they reached the large trunk and ironically Mary was out checking her mailbox and waved hello.

“Good afternoon Mary! Beautiful day isn’t it? Taking My pet out for her piddle.” The girl blushing a vivid red.

“Oh. I see. Well…you have a nice evening.” Her expression looked scornfully at the naked woman being treated like an animal.

“C’mon now…this is your spot…leave your mark.” She looked at Master with soft eyes and squatted over the stained portion of turf next to the large root.

Closing her eyes, “Piss-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sssss.” The powerful stream of urine spilled onto the ground and she sighed in relief. Light drops trickled onto her ankles and she didn’t care one bit.

“Good girl…feel escort kurtköy better?”

“Yes Master. Thank You Master.”

Back inside, she put the leash away and he relaxed in the large high back leather chair. Knowing His desires, she quickly brought Him a fresh, cold beer poured into a pilsner glass.

“Thank you pet…you are a keeper.” He sipped on the brew and patted the top of her head. She purred softly as He brought her head down onto His knee and thigh. Her cheekbone nestled against the immaculate fabric of His trousers.

Naturally, Master began to unwind as the glass slowly emptied. He prattled on and on about His day, the demanding, whining clients which He, of course, relied on for His large and fulfilling salary. She listened intently, occasionally nodding and kept strict inner notes for future reference. Without thinking, her tiny hand began to caress Master’s ankle. Then the back of His muscular calf and knee.

“That feels nice pet…”

“Ohh. I’m so sorry…I-I-I…didn’t ask…”

“Look at Me pet.” She half turned and looked up at Him, blushing as His piercing eyes held her.

“You know how much Master loves you?”

“Oh yes Master! I feel Your love…always…I am Yours.” Blatantly touching her leather collar.

“You’re such a good slave. How much longer before dinner is ready pet?”

“Everything is almost finished; I was waiting for You to tell me when You are ready. Is that alright Master?”

“Yes pet. Your hands are lovely; they arouse Me.” He sighed escort beykoz and stood up. “Do we have time slave?”
“Time? Oh…I…uh…”

“You know…time for you to suck Master. You will receive your dessert first, eh?” He laughed mirthfully and she knew. She knew how He desired her pleasing mouth. Kneeling before Him, she unbuckled, unzipped and carefully drew His pants and underwear down to His ankles. He nonchalantly sat down.

“Ahh…good girl…look…I’m almost hard. Lick the front; just use the flat of your tongue slave…”

“Mmm. Your tongue is so soft. And how does Master taste this evening?”

“Tastes so good Master.” She looks up, shakes her hair back, smooth blond bangs falling back down over her forehead.

“Now…suck Master…put His beautiful cock inside your sweet mouth. Ahh!” He groans as her mouth closes around His shaft.

“Yes! Master loves His pet’s deep throat.”

“Ulk. Ulk. Ulk.” Her mouth struggles to retain the enormous cock wedged into the back of her throat. Small rivulets of saliva drip onto her chin and Master’s balls. He likes that.

“Umm…I like that…your spit and drool painting My balls!” He reaches down and pinches her flaring nostrils, shutting her air supply temporarily.

“Awrgh! Awrgh!” Pet flails away, gasping for the inescapable oxygen. His penis enlarging, her throat muscles constricting around the thick shaft.

Master releases His fingers and air flows deeply into her starved lungs, her own spit drizzling out of her nose. She feels escort üsküdar His large hands holding her head still, she knows what He is about to do and she prepares as best she can.

He begins to fuck her mouth. Pummeling His full erection deep into her gullet. Faster he shoves His monster into the awaiting vessel of her gagging mouth.

“Owggle….ulk…ulk…ulk…ulk!”

“Oh yes…here it comes…oh YESSSSSSSSSS!” Straining for breath, she feels the first powerful spurt of Master’s thick sperm hit the back of her throat, easily sliding down, like ice cream. His large balls slap against her chin and she slurps down each volley.

“Arggggggggggggg! Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…” Master groans, thrusting his slippery cock in and out of her bruised mouth and gums. She holds onto His thighs and swallows His load dutifully.

Scooting back in His chair, a large portion of His dick is released from the depths of her throat. She swishes a small remainder of cum around His sensitive penis.

“Oh gawd…yes…like that. Suck just the head. Oh yes but be careful. So sensitive now!” He laughs and she knows exactly what He likes and wants next. Tenderly wrapping her slim fingers around the base of His shaft, she begins a slow milking rhythm. The head of His cock wetly pops from her mouth and she smiles up at Him.

“Does pet please Master?”

“Oh yes. Oh yes. Don’t stop now. Just wrap those tight fingers around Me and…Argh! Get the last drop now…place it on your pink tongue slave!”

Their eyes lock…Master and pet as a large white dollop oozes from the magenta head. She licks it off and keeps it onto the flat of her tongue. Showing it for Him.

“That’s My good girl…swallow the last of my ejaculate. My precious essence.” He watches, she gladly obeys.

“Humm…you’ve had you dessert first again pet…”

“I love your essence Master. I love all of You.

~To Be Continued~

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