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Alex, the 23 year old virgin, had just left his first session with his new Mistress, Miss A. He left chastised, blackmailed and with a new obsession with feet.

Chapter One: The Envelope

Alex had gotten on the bus, it was his first time in public wearing his chastity cage and he was very self conscious about it. He thought he could hear the lock click against the cage as he walked onto the bus and sat down. He gripped the envelope with shaking hands, his pink frilly panties riding up his tenderized ass. Under his clothes, his body was still crimson from his beating the night before. Alex couldn’t help himself and kept stealing glances at the woman across from him staring down at her strappy sandals and teal toenails. He felt his cock cage grow tight as it restricted his hardon which ached in pain.

Alex had never gotten hard at the sight of a woman’s foot before, and he supposed he still hadn’t but only because of this damned cage. But one night of Miss A’s reconditioning had already made a deep lasting impression on his psychology. Alex continued to stare down at this woman’s toes feeling the pain in his cock and reciting his mantra in his head. “I live to serve Miss A. My pain is her pleasure. Miss A’s pleasure is my pleasure.”

With this reminder of his duties to Miss A he broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. The first thing he noticed were a handful of pictures which he quickly crammed back in the envelope before anyone else on the bus could see. He could tell what they were, he had only seen a man on an exercise bike, but he knew, this was a picture of himself fucking his own ass on her stationary bike.

A feeling of deep humiliation and dread sank deep into Alex’s core like a boat anchor, he could feel his humiliation plunging deeper and deeper as his cheeks went cherry red. He pulled out the letter which read:

Slave,

Your little virgin cock and ass now belongs to me along with the rest of your body and mind and future. You currently have 32 days in chastity, and unless you want more you must complete every item on this list before we meet again.

Alex’s mind raced, he didn’t know when she would invite him over next and panic set in as he skimmed down the long list of things to do.

1. Recite your mantra when you wake, when you eat before you sleep;

2. Record every time you become aroused and what triggered it in a diary;

3. Purchase panties, throw away male underwear. (if asked admit they are for you);

4. Purchase webcam and microphone;

5. Get a pedicure and bright pink toenails

6. Shave all body hair;

7. No pornography;

8. No frivolous spending;

9. purchase a Fitbit;

… the list went on and on…

36. Bring a copy of your resume;

37. Purchase a gift;

See you soon slave,

Miss A.

followed by a heart

Alex could tell the heart was meant to be sarcastic.

in small print at the bottom of the page a disclaimer was printed like on a legal document.

Failure to complete these items will result in an extension of chastity and punishment to be decided by Miss A. Failure to complete multiple items will result in additional punishment. Willful disregard for Miss A’s pleasure will result in distribution of the attached to all slaves contacts and persons of interest.

The next couple pages listed information which horrified Alex. All of his personal information, drivers license sin number, etc. His bank statement, the contacts from his phone, his internet history, the essay he had written her, and all the pictures he had hastily crammed back into the envelope.

Alex was well and truly fucked he could see that now, no light at the end of the tunnel, just Miss A and her pleasure.

Alex took a deep breath and gulped, oddly he could feel his cock stirring and made a mental note to record this in his arousal diary along with the woman with the teal toenails whom had gotten off the bus a few stops ago.

Chapter Two: No more privacy

Each morning when Alex woke up he would immediately recite his mantra Miss A had gifted him with, he would take a shower and shave any body hair which had a hint of stubble. He would clean in and around his chastity cage as best he could, he always felt a pang of humiliation when he looked down at his hot pink toes.

It had been so humiliating, and oddly arousing, when he went to the nail salon asking for them to do his toenails, the lady behind the desk had snickered, “Just the toes?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow and mischievous smirk. Alex had bought a gift card for the salon for Miss A while he was there, he was sure not to forget his Mistresses tribute ever again after the previous caning.

Alex wore his slutty panties every day, Miss A had only said he must purchase panties but Alex had picked out a dozen or so of the sluttiest pairs in the store, mostly g-strings and thongs. When the clerk commented saying “Wow, lucky girl escort ataköy I wish my boyfriend would buy me so many nice things.” Alex had to admit to her that they were all for him, which again prompted a cocked eyebrow and mischievous smile. “An even luckier girl then,” the pretty clerk said failing to hide her amusement and erupting in laughter. Alex flushed red and feeling his cock strain against its prison.

Alex was especially embarrassed by his arousal diary which seemed to always involve feet, or his own humiliation and sissification. The nail salon and lingerie store were both on the list. Despite his Mistresses orders Alex had still been watching porn on his laptop, always foot worship and other femdom videos, he never recorded these in his diary. Alex hadn’t been able to touch his cock since Miss A locked him nearly a week ago and his head was constantly swimming in erotic thoughts, he was perpetually horny and his arousal diary was several pages long.

Ding, his phone chimed as he received a text. “Download this now and text me when it’s done.” the message read. A link to teamviewer was in the text message. Alex began to perspire, he knew about teamviewer and this ment Miss A was about to take over his computer too. He knew she would see his internet history. He knew if he delayed it would displease Miss A and she would rightfully assume he had been misbehaving, so he decided to take his medicine and beg for forgiveness, although he knew any mercy was far from likely.

He downloaded the program and replied telling her it was done. He gave her the code to his computer and moments later the mouse began to move auspiciously around the screen. The light on his webcam turned green and Alex knew she could see him. He straightened up in his chair and his eyes cast down.

Next thing he knew he could hear her voice coming from his computer. “hands behind your back slave, and don’t move.” Miss A command came from the speakers. Alex sat arms behind his back as the mouse whirled around. Alex saw some programs being installed and the computer restarted. Miss A was busy tweaking his admin settings and installing some nanny cam software, keyloggers, everything she could to completely remove any hint of privacy from her slaves life.

Alex was not tech savvy and had no idea the extent to which she had just taken control of his digital life. She then opened the internet browser and looked at his history.

“Care to explain yourself slave?” I believe i expressly forbid any pornography, and here i count 27 different porn videos in the last 6 days.” Miss A said with an unbridled frustration clear in her voice.

“I’m so sorry Miss A, I’ve just been so horny…” Alex said ashamed of his disobedience.

“Yes,I know your horny you stupid slave boy, you are supposed to be horny, your frustration brings me great pleasure. We will discuss your punishment at my house tomorrow, be there first thing in the morning, you will have a long day ahead of you if this is any indication of your behavior.’ Miss A said in a disciplinary tone.

“I hope for your sake you haven’t fucked up anything else on my list. Since you can’t be trusted I want you to bring all your electronics when you come tomorrow” Miss A said before the mic went quiet. The light on the webcam stayed on and Alex sat frozen in place with his hands behind his back unsure if and when he had permission to move. His cock twitched in its cage at Miss A’s dominance over him but Alex’s brain knew better, he was frozen with fear at the thought of his punishment.

Chapter Three: Acceptance

Alex arrived at Miss A’s at the crack of dawn, he wore a black lace g string under his clothes.

He had a cardboard box with his laptop, phone, fitbit, and smart watch. He knocked on the door and waited, Miss A was hiding behind the door as she opened it and let him in.

Alex stepped in and fell to his knees as he knew was expected. from the floor looking up he saw why Miss A had stood behind the door. She looked every bit the dominatrix. Hair straightened falling to her shoulders, golden earrings dangled and framed her face. Gothic blood red lipstick drew attention to her lips contrasting the intense light blue of her eyes.

She wore a black corset with red lacing, leather straps around her exposed breasts to highlight their perky shape. A black lace thong with red highlights framed her sex, the scent of which filled Alex’s nostrils and mingled with her perfume. She wore thigh high shear black panty hose with a red seem and garters matching her ensemble. She towered over him in her 6 inch open toed ankle strap heels.

Alex as always was awestruck by her appearance, and even though the whole package was a site to behold all Alex could focus on was her heels and feet.

“Into the sissy room and strip to your panties” Miss A said dismissively as she took his box of electronics and strutted angrily down the hall.

Alex stripped down to his panties and escort istanbul awaited Miss A’s return. He took out the resume she had requested and the gift card to the salon and laid it on top of his clothes which he folded neatly in the corner. He assumed the position he had taken last time he was in this room, head down, ass up kneeling on the hardwood.

Considerable time had passed and Alex knelt fearful as the door opened behind him. “Have you been repeating your mantra slave?” Miss A asked.

“Yes Miss A, I live to serve Miss A, My pain is your pleasure. Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Alex said trance-like.

“So you thought looking at porn would serve your MIstress? Bring me pleasure? I thought last weeks caning would have deterred such stupidity, but obviously I thought to highly of you, and since I already thought of you as lower than scum of the earth what does that make you?” Miss A asked clearly not expecting a very good answer.

“I don’t know what it makes me Miss A, I’m sorry…” Alex said sheepishly.

“It makes you unworthy of my time you little vermin. So you either start doing exactly as i say, or you can get the fuck out and never come back and ill blackmail you into oblivion. You will need to move to Antarctica if you want to run into anyone who doesnt know what a perverted little bitch you are. And you can have fun getting your chastity belt removed, I’m sure the nurses at the hospital will be laughing about that one in the lunch room for years.” she said cruelly in a way that Alex had no doubt that she would rain down hell on him if he didn’t smarten up.

“I know transitioning into slavery is tough for some, and i could imagine chastity being difficult, isnt it slave?” Miss A asked.

Alex nodded and thought he detected a hint of sympathy in her voice which helped to alleviate the gut wrenching fear he had been feeling when she had told him he could get the fuck out, this was the last thing he wanted. At his core Alex was submissive and truely wanted to serve and please Miss A, he was still adjuating to his new role as a slave.

“I know I need my fill of cock to feel satisfied, I personally couldn’t go a single day without cumming at least once.” Miss A said. “what do you think slave, do you need your regular fill of cock too?”

That was more like her characteristic sadism, her sympathy for him was non-existent Alex knew the answer she was fishing for. “Yes Miss A, I need my fill of cock.” the words escaped his lips.

“Stand slave, arms behind your head, since you clearly were unable to avoid watching porn i need to see what else you might’ve fucked up.” Alex stood at her command. Miss A circled him scribbling on a notepad. Alex soaked in her beauty and scent and began falling into subspace at the mere sight and scent of Miss A, her aura overwhelming him. “Drop your panties, hands on your ankles,” she said. She put her fingers near his anus and ripped out a few stray hairs Alex had missed while shaving. “Open your mouth.” she commanded as she stuffed the few ass hairs into his mouth. She picked up his phone and began scrolling through.

“Pitiful performance slave, 27 pornographic violations, 5 stray hairs, and looking at your bank statement 6 frivolous spending violations.” She said with a pause, “That will be an additional 38 days in chastity, and we will have to decide on a form of physical punishment to modify this behavior for next week.” Miss A said.

“As for now lets lube that little fuckhole of yours, your fitbit shows hardly any exercise this week so we will need an hour on the bike to get you warmed up.” She said applying lube to his anus.

Alex knew the bike she was referring to, it was a bike that fucked your ass while you peddled and shocked you when you stopped. last week he had hardly lasted 35 minutes… The bike was the least of his worries, another 38 locked in chastity is what filled him with dread.

“Don’t worry about your little virgin dicklet, we will tally up your remaining chastity sentence before you go. On the bright side most of my subbies have sissygasms once they’ve been locked for long enough. They beg and beg me for cock just for a chance it will tickle their prostate so they can relieve the pressure in their little sissy balls. Just pray your one of the lucky ones who can sissygasm, some of those pour sluts take cock for months and months before their filth finally dribbles out.” Miss A said with her trademark sadistic smile.

Miss A helped her slave mount the phallus bike seat and strapped his arms and legs to the handlebars and pedals, hooked up the electrodes to his nipple, and balls, plus the cock was covered in vein shaped electrodes and sarted the timer. Alex peddled the bike as if his life depended on it.

The hour passed and Alex finished it, his exhaustion visible, he was flush in the face, panting, and sweating profusely. Alex remembered last time Miss A had told him for every minute a slave couldn’t compete escort çapa was another day in chastity. This was enough motivation to push him through for the hour.

Miss A returned, she never let her subs escape the bike successfully, “Oh great, you finished the warmup, here have a drink,” she squirted a water bottle into his mouth, he could taste her piss but was too thirsty to care, he drank it down greedily. “Now for the real workout,” she upped the resistance and added 30 minutes to the clock.

She sat on the couch reading Alex’s arousal diary with pen in hand, scribbling notes, “I see you have been aroused a lot this week Slave, naughty boy, tsk tsk.” She said mockingly. “Didn’t even last five minutes out the door did you slave, first entry, stared at teal toenails on bus ride home from Miss A’s.”

“I didn’t think I had to tell you, but you are only allowed to get aroused at the thought of me, and my pleasure slave.” She went on, “That is your mantra and your new purpose in life after all. You staring at some bimbos toes doesn’t bring me any pleasure slave, but I am glad you have been so thorough in the little diary.” she said waving the notebook around. “If you had instead written something like ‘Saw teal toenails, made me fantasies about worshiping Miss A’s perfect feet’ then it would have been alright, but to selfishly perv out on some unexpecting bimbo, just for the sake of your own arousal is unacceptable.” Miss A said authoritatively.

“I must be the absolute sole focus of your sexuality, any time you have even a tingle of arousal your thoughts must refocus to Me, your goddess, and how you might please me.” Miss A said with confidence that declared this to be an unequivocal fact.

“By the time your training is complete you could have a line of pornstars wanting to fuck your brains out or tie you up and whip and tease you, but unless your thinking of how it would please me, or have my permission to get hard, your little dicklet will remain as limp as a wet noodle.” Miss A said.

“It does please me when you humiliate yourself though, so I suppose those ones are alright.” She said pondering the list “looks like another 47 infractions here I suppose we will just add that to your time in chastity.” Miss A was beaming with sadistic glee, she loved chastity slaves, they always become willing to do anything and everything.

This broke Alex, another 47 days, Miss A had just added another 85 days based on all his infractions from this visit plus the 26 he had before he arrived. And he had barely just arrived. The thought of going so many months without touching his cock caused his legs to give out on him, he had lost his will to keep pedaling.

The electric current went through is cock, balls, and ass as he screamed in agony. With 15 minutes left on the clock Miss A asked “Would you like to endure this pain until time runs out? or take another 15 days in chastity?”

“Chastity!” Alex screamed, he was already defeated, and the electrocution was excruciating. He accepted his fate as a cock locked virgin.

“Okay slave, no need to yell, just ask nice and I’ll happily add the time to your sentence,” Miss A teased.

“I must say though, after a sissy has been locked long enough they always take the shock.” Miss A said with heavy emphasis on always. “The thought of adding even one more minute to their chastity is almost as unbearable as the thought of displeasing me. Which is one of the reasons my slaves always do exactly as I please. Don’t worry. I have faith you will get to this state of absolute devotion one day too. For your little clits sake, i hope it’s soon.” Miss A said laughing sadistically as she turned off the electricity and her slave slouched over defeatedly, accepting his new life in chastity.

Chapter four: Anything Miss A

Alex had been taken off the bike and Miss A returned his panties, he was kneeling in the living room, Miss A still dressed the dominatrix stood over him with her feet at his face.

“Show your gratitude Slave,” she said, Alex set about peppering her stiletto heels and pantyhose clad toes with passionate kisses. His gratitude was obvious.

“Thank you Miss A, thank you!” He said in a mouse squeak of a whisper. Miss A could tell she had broken him.

“You have been a very bad little subbie, I want you to kneel here, head facing the couch, on your hands and knees.” she said pointing where he was to kneel.

“If you haven’t found out yet, from my luxurious home, well equipped play rooms and my fabulous lingerie and fetish wear collections, Iike fancy things.” Miss A said “I am going to review your resume and try to find you a job you are suited for where you will have the privilege of making money to support your Mistresses life style. Don’t worry, I’ll deal with all the legwork and make sure all my money goes straight to the proper accounts.”

“Thank you for this privilege Miss A.” Slave said with a quivering voice, his will was hers now.

“Oh, your quite welcome Slave, now, you just need to kneel here, my feet are sore from these heels and i need a footrest.” she said. Miss A delicately undid the straps of her heels and placed them under her slave, she sat on the couch and threw her feet over his shoulders and laid them across his back.

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I turned up naked and with a hard on, as was the rule, at Mistress Iona’s door one Friday night. As instructed, I had not been shooting for the whole week since I left her house last Sunday night. This made it easy to work my cock up to a throbbing status with some precum glistening on top.

She had told me that I was to come with her to her vacation home and stay over the weekend. She sent me naked as I was to the back of the house where her cars are parked. There was another young man naked and with what looked like a 10″ cock standing nicely straight up. An erection that made me jealous. It was the same fellow who I had to jerk off some weeks ago in front of our Mistress.

The rule is that we are not allowed to talk to other slaves and to Mistress only when she asks us so we stood there silent for well 10 minutes before Mistress Iona showed up.

She opened the back doors of the car and ordered us to jump in, put the safety belts on and keep our erections until we should reach her country home. There we sat totally naked in her car when driving through the centre of the town with a lot of people out this time on a Friday evening.

Good she had heavily tinted glasses in the back of the car so we could hopefully not be seen directly by all the people around. At stops at traffic lights I had a feeling of sitting on a chair on the pavement masturbating to keep the erection going.

It gave me an exhibitionistic feeling that got me so horny that I had to slow down on my stroking not to be overheated and risk shooting. I knew that if I happened to shoot now it should cause me big problems as Iona wanted us to be ready to serve her and her friends in all ways when we reached the destination.

Everything went well and after an hour we were ordered out of her car in front of her staff at the estate. They were properly dressed as high-class servants and hardly even noticed us. We were immediately put to serve Iona and her 3 women guests in all possible ways. I will here only give you some glimpses:

At the lunch we had to stand on each side of Iona, maintaining the erections and with legs apart, the not yanking hand on the back. We could hear how they discussed, among other things, who should give the most milk. They were laughing and looking at our cocks so I started to get a feeling that maybe they talked about us. Which one should give the most milk?

In the afternoon I was ordered by a middle age woman named, Aida, to come with her to the garden. When we came to a stone table, which fatih escort bayan still had water in top after a small shower, she ordered me to undress her. I obeyed, of course, and started to see a round, pale and very attractive body being visible.

When totally naked she climbed up and laid herself on the back on the wet table. I could see goose bumps on her skin and could see how it excited her sexually. She even started to move her back on the stone and pressing her legs together and giving out small sounds of pleasure.

After a while she put her arms over her head and ordered me to lick her armpits, first one and then the other. She had full bushes of hair and there was a very strong smell that made me even more horny. I got a very tickling feeling and obviously it aroused her a lot, which I could see on her movements. Looked like she fucked herself on her back.

Then she ordered me to put two chairs at the bottom of the table whereafter she moved herself down to the edge so her ass was sticking out. She bent her legs and put one foot on each of the chairs, which were far apart, so her pussy and the asshole were fully exposed to my hungry eyes. Then it came:

“Lick my asshole, slave! When I finger myself slowly, you lick slowly and when I do it fast, you do it fast. When I am deep in my pussy, you lick deep. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,”

Down on my knees I started to work my tongue into her hole. Luckily for me it was clean and very soft and wide so my tongue could reach far in. In front of my eyes and my nose I had her magnificent, hairy pussy with a strong smell of horniness. Probably she had not been coming for some time and not showered today.

Carefully observing how deep her finger was in her pussy and with what frequency she fucked herself, I think I did a good job. Now and then she took the finger out and put it to me to lick which aroused me a lot thanks to the strong smell and the big amount of juices from her cunt.

Finally she ordered me to do it hard and with more and more energetic movements of her whole body she screamed and came with convulsions that nearly never stopped. Afterwards she just went up and walked naked as she was up to the house leaving me without a word. I took her clothes with me and delivered them at the door of the mansion.

Nighttime when I was sleeping together with the other slave on a thin mattress in the old stable I woke up by one servant telling me to follow him but not before I had worked escort bayan bakırköy up my erection. Walking behind him with my cock swinging in front of me I wondered what should follow.

He knocked on a door and a woman said come in and when I entered I saw one of the other ladies naked and spread on the bed. She was middle age and had round and sexy forms which made it easy for me to keep the cock standing straight up which seemed to please her.

“Come here, slave, and fuck me!”

I went on top of her and she helped my cock into her wet pussy and just said:

“Hard, slave, but don’t come!”

I did my best to fuck her hard and at the same time holding back myself from loosing control and shoot. Anyhow, it went well and she came with her pussy working on my penis like rings milking it in waves. Wonderful feeling besides I had to concentrate so much on not shooting. When she relaxed I draw my soaking cock, still nicely erect, out of her love-hole. She turned herself on the side with the back to me without saying anything so I just tiptoed out of the room and walked back to my mattress in the stable for some more sleep.

Sunday afternoon we were ordered to the stable. There were two milking machines with 4 chairs in front where the four ladies were sitting nicely dressed and sipping on drinks and smoking Iona’s long cigarettes.

One servant ordered us to kneel after each other with our left sides towards the spectators. Then he mounted the milking tubes on our cocks, strapped around our backs. There we stood on all four with our cocks hanging down in the transparent plastic tubes. At the bottom was a bulb where I now understood our semen should be collected. We should be milked like cows and now I understood the ladies speculation about who should give the most milk. The machines had remote controls and I could hear the ladies discussing who should start.

Finally they gave one remote to Aida and she started to milk my friend in front of me. As I stood with my face only half meter behind his back I could see straight into his asshole and thereunder his balls and the milking tube hanging down as it was quite heavy so not even his strong erection could lift it up.

Aida started very slowly so I could see how his cock grew a little longer with each sucking. Obviously this aroused him a lot as I could see how even his asshole was contracting and releasing for each sucking of the machine and the balls raising and falling.

After a while escort bodrum Aida gave it more speed and he had problems to stand still, his whole body moving and I could see how his 10″ cock now seemed to be 15″ and so fat that it nearly filled the tube. So it went on until I thought that he should shoot the biggest load down to the collecting bulb but then she stopped and gave the control to Iona.

After sipping her drink and still smoking she just put it on full speed. He didn’t last more than a minute before he cum came in big spurts one after another until his balls were emptied. I saw his ass and the balls shaking and he had problems to stand on his hands and knees.

Now I understood that it was my turn. Iona gave me a naughty look and put the machine on the slowest speed where after she excused herself to the rest of the group and went out, only telling them that I was a slow shooter and needed a long warming up.

There I stood as a cow in a milking machine and felt how my penis grew longer and longer and how my ass behaved just like what I had seen before in front of me. Feeling very degraded with the women sitting and making comments about how impressing my erection was and if I should yield more than the other slave.

Iona did not show up and I started to feel that even with this slow speed I should not be able to hold back much longer and sure enough I felt how my shooting came closer and closer and my breathing went very fast and I nearly fainted when I started shooting slowly but like never ending. I felt like I gave 30-40 shots before I felt that it was over. The ladies applauded and obviously I had managed this time to give more cum then the other fellow.

During the next hour we were milked time after time and surprisingly enough managing to produce some cum but at the end we were completely dry so Iona said that the competition was over.

The servant was ordered to measure our respective production and I lost the race with a few milli-litre. Iona then ordered the servant to release us from the milking machines and to put both our cums in one bottle. Iona declared that the loser, me, had to grease in my cock, balls, ass and stomach in the substance and keep it there for the coming week. No washing, no shower.

I did as ordered in front of the ladies and the other slave and some servants. After having finished Iona told me to lick my hands in order not to dirt her car. Then we were ordered into the car, where I had to sit on a plastic sheet. On the hour drive back we didn’t need to keep our cocks erected which should have been impossible anyhow. I myself had a sticky and smelly week ahead as the semen hardened but got a little liquid every time I got a little sweaty.

Still dreaming about the next visit to Mistress Iona and new submission, degradation and humiliation…

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He had to admit, he was nervous. From the moment he had read the story she had posted, he had been captivated. She was smart and creative and sexy as hell, and he knew all that before he had seen a single photo. She kept him thinking, challenged him in ways he had never been challenged before and he loved her for it. He still couldn’t believe that she had responded to that first email he had sent, that she had decided to trust him as they explored and learned about her submissive nature and his dominant one. And now she was due to arrive at any moment for their first chance to see each other face to face. And he was determined that it would be the first of many moments spent together.

He had taken the day off and arrived at the rented country home around noon. He took his time unpacking, making sure they had everything they would possibly need for the weekend. From candles and matches to towels and toilet paper, for they had agreed that his car keys would be surrendered to her when she arrived. He wanted to be annoyed that she didn’t trust him to not kidnap her but in reality, he admired her sense of self-preservation. She made him work to earn her deepest and truest trust so in earning each tiny bit, he felt like he had earned something more precious than all the jewels of the world.

Right at six her heard the car pull up and the engine die. He risked a peek outside and saw that the car matched the description she had given him. She had really come. It was so tempting to dash outside and kiss her like he had imagined for months now but he knew she needed those last few moments in the car to be sure she wanted to go through with their plans to spend the weekend together. He knew she needed to come through the door on her own. So he went to the kitchen to start dinner while he waited and listened. It seemed an eternity before he heard the front door open followed by the soft thud of her luggage hitting the ground. She was his for the weekend.

He popped his head out of the kitchen to see her standing there, dressed as he had requested, trying to look cool and confident but her fidgeting betraying her nervousness. “Hello my dear girl.” Her head towards him, her eyes meeting his gaze, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment. He closed the distance between them, framing her face in her hands as he gently kissed her forehead. “I’m so glad you came. Let’s get you settled in, have some dinner, and just concentrate on relaxing, shall we?” He felt her sigh of relief as she nodded her agreement. He picked up her bag, gently grabbed ahold of her hand, and led her down the hall to what would be her room.

The packet of information they had agreed to share was on the bed along with his car keys, cell phone, and laptop. “Ah yes, the formalities,” she said, looking them over, “I suppose we should take a moment and be sure they are all in order?” She handed him a similar packet. Clean bills of health, identification information, personal information….all stuff that, should one of them turn out to be less than honorable, the other could use to pursue legal action. She rummaged around briefly in her bag and pulled out a lock box with a 6 digit combination code lock on it. Everything he had left her went into the box as well as her information, her phone and ipad, and both of their car keys. Only she would know the code. Just as she was trusting him, this was his way of trusting her in return.

“Well, now that that is done, I’ll leave you to get freshened up. I have some dinner going, should be ready in about 20 minutes. I’ll see you in the kitchen, OK?” He once again held her face gently in his hands, his thumbs lightly escort bayanlar tracing the over her cheekbones before gently brushing his lips against hers and releasing her to return to the kitchen and finish cooking dinner for them. He smiled as he heard her take a deep, somewhat shaky breath as he left the room.

On his way back to the kitchen, he turned on the fireplace in the living room to ward off the chill the night air was bringing now that it was well into the fall months. Thankful the place had a CD player, he put on some quiet music and went about finishing the dinner prep.

He was so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard her slip into the kitchen, a smile on her lips as she watched him work. She looked a bit more relaxed, but still fidgety. “Hey, want something to drink?” She nodded as he poured her a glass of white wine. Handing it to her, he decided to give her something easy to talk about as they started their time together. “Tell me about the drive up here. Did you run into much traffic? Any construction? How was getting out of the city?”

She began to visible relax as she talked about being glad she had been able to leave earlier than planned as she had run into road construction. She talked about how beautiful the last hour or so had been, especially with some of the trees started to turn colors with the fall season. She recounted her near miss with a dear just a mile or so down the road from the house making her glad she was nearly done driving for the night. He just listened to her talk as he worked. It was a treat to watch her tell her stories, not aware of how much she used her hands as she spoke. He smiled when she was comfortable enough to lean against the counter instead of the doorway, to grab a bottle of water for herself out of the fridge.

He plated up the food and suggested they settle in the living room in front of the fireplace. She grabbed the wine and an additional glass for him and followed. They settled in on the large couch facing the fireplace, close but still not touching each other. “A toast,” he proposed, raising his glass, “to us and our weekend of answer seeking.”

“Here, here,” she quietly responded. “And to making memories along the way.”

“Here, here,” he answered, noting the shy smile on her lips as she took a sip.

They ate their meal as they talked. Some of it was covering ground in person which had been covered in email. Some of it was new. All of it served to relax them both. As she finished telling a tale of her time spent studying abroad, he couldn’t help but comment, “You amaze me.” She stopped speaking, flustered, not really sure how to respond. He leaned in, gently took the empty plate from her hands and placed it on the end table behind him, and lifted her chin so that she was looking into his eyes.

“You amaze me.” He said again, determined that she would see the truth in his statement. “You are amazing. And by the end of this weekend, I plan to earn your complete trust, to make you fully mine. If at any time anything gets overwhelming, you need to tell me and I promise, I will listen. I know this is new to you so we will go as slow as you need to go. OK?” She nodded, biting her lower lip and taking in a shaky breath. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he gently commanded her.

She drew in another shaky breath, wanting to look away but being held in place by his gaze as much as by his hand gently holding her chin up. “It just seems like any moment I will wake up and this will all be a dream. That you won’t really be here. That you took one look at me and decided to leave. I just don’t understand, why istanbul escort me? Why in person?”

He sighed remembering one of their earliest conversations regarding her reluctance to exchange photos. He would love to get his hands on every guy who had made her less than beautiful because of her curves, her strength, and her brain. They were stupid and shortsighted and had missed out on truly knowing someone amazing. Then again, if they had realized what they had, he would never had had the chance to make her truly his. “My dear Amanda, this is real. I’m not going anywhere. All of me wants you here.” To emphasize his point he took her hand and rested it against the growing bulge in his pants. “Trust me, one step at a time.”

He leaned in to kiss her, enjoying the intake of breath as she gasped. “I…..I don’t know how….”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Just relax and follow my lead. Let me show you, let me teach you, let me guide you.” For all of her dirty thoughts and daring tasks, he knew she was almost painfully innocent when it came to actually being with someone else. It was part of what captivated him so completely. He had the chance to be not only her first, but her only. And teaching her would be such fun. No bad habits to break from previous relationships. No baggage from them to deal with either.

He gently leaned her back on the couch as he deepened the kiss, feeling her tentatively begin to respond to him as she let herself go. As he positioned himself over her, he leaned in to whisper, “My dear sweet girl, by the time I am through with you tonight, all you’ll be able to think about is me and you will know that you are mine. And make no mistake, you will beg, and plead, and moan, and whimper, and I will cherish each and every sound you make.” He emphasized each point with a kiss as his hand found its way under her blouse and up to her breasts, feeling them through the lace which held them in place for the moment.

As she relaxed and gained more confidence, he could feel her hands begin to explore as well. As she struggled to pull his tshirt fully free from his waistband, he softly chuckled at her pout of frustration. “Tell me what you want, dear one.”

“I want to feel you,” she admitted, blushing wildly despite her already flushed face from the wine and the kissing.

“Your wish, for now, is my command.” He sat up a bit and slowly pulled his shirt free and tossed it to the side. “Is this better?” She simply nodded as her hands began to explore. He let her take her time, enjoying the feel of her hands on his skin. “My turn,” he said as he lifted her hands away and pulled her top off, fully able to appreciate the black lace bra she had on underneath as he began his own exploration. Her self-consciousness started to get the better of her as her hands fluttered trying to find a way to cover herself up a bit. He gently but firmly placed her hands above her head. “These stay here for now, got it?” She looked him in the eye and nodded slowly, grabbing hold of a throw pillow that was half caught underneath her.

He took his time starting from her waist and slowly working his way upwards with both his kisses and his hands. Taking note of when she gasped and squirmed. Of when she would involuntarily arch her back. Her nipples stained against the black lace of her bra long before he reached behind her to release the clasp and push it up to her hands. All the while she fought to hold onto her control despite his expert skills. But she could feel it slipping away faster than she ever imagined possible. And when he sucked one of her bayan escortlar erect little buds into his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue, she began to softly plead.

“Please what my girl?”

“Please, oh God, please don’t stop.” He smiled as he sucked on her other bud, feeling her arch her back and push her breasts closer to him. Listening to the wonderful little sounds she made as the ancient fire of arousal sparked deep within her core. As he used his mouth to lavish attention on her breasts, he allowed his hand to slowly make its way back down her body and under the waistband of the skirt she wore, discovering just how fully she had complied with is requests as he discovered he lack of panties.

“Hmmmm…..I see you did indeed come exactly as I had requested you come. Such a naughty girl, driving all that way with no panties on under your skirt.”

“Yes sir,” she whispered as she gasped, his fingers slipping between her folds, discovering just how wet she already was. He teased her entrance with just one finger, feeling her control slip as she forgot about the instructions to leave her hands above her head, letting them instead reach for the waistband of his jeans.

“Oh no my dear, not without asking first. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to see all of you. To……touch you.” God he loved how she managed to blush even at this point. Her innocence in all things physical making this time all the more erotic, all the more challenging to his patience and self-control. But he had promised that she would beg first and he intended to keep that promise.

“Ask me. Ask me for exactly what you want at this moment.”

She swallowed deeply and slowly brought her eyes up to meet his gaze, startled by the intensity she saw in his eyes, not realizing the arousal reflected in her own. “Please sir, may I see and touch your cock?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely….” He slowly pushed himself up to stand in front of her, teasing her as he slowly undid the button and lower his zipper, enjoying how she forgot about her state of undress as her attention was focused on him. It was a relief to kick off his jeans and let his rapidly stiffening member largely pop free with just his boxer shorts covering it. He knew he wasn’t going to win any contests in the size department but he also knew he was at least slightly above average. Regardless, it was enough to impress her as her eyes widened when he freed it from the boxer shorts, letting it spring fully free.

She sat up to more closely examine and explore and it took everything in him to hold onto his self-control. Her soft touches, her fuck-able mouth so close, but he knew there would be so much time for those lessons later in the weekend. So before she drove him over the edge, he took her hands and pulled her up beside him. “My dear, if you keep that up, the night will be over so much sooner than I think either one of us wants it to be. Now it’s my turn to see and touch.”

Her skirt slid down over her hips easily, its absence now revealing just how wet she was as her sex glistened and her inner thighs were even slick with her arousal. “Beautiful.” He pulled her towards the bedrooms, knowing that he needed a moment to be sure he had fully regained his self-control. As they stood between the doors to the two rooms on opposite sides of the hall, he held her from behind and explained her choice.

“If we go into my room, you get to decide when we are done for the night because you can leave and go to your own bed. If we go into your room, I get to decide when we are done by leaving to go my room. But you should know, I don’t intend on being done with you for a very, very long time.”

She gasped as he kissed her neck, hesitating for the briefest of moments before spinning around in his arms, meeting his gaze as she smiled softly. “My room,” she whispered as she took his hand to lead him through the doorway.

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Karen found the building matching the address in what everyone but the city mapmakers called The Golden Corner, in reference to its past as a center of commerce—before the years of neglect took the shine off. It was now the city’s most recent target of renewal and Karen was pleasantly surprised to find out things really were better, at least on the surface. A chain coffee shop on the corner wasn’t ideal, but it signaled things had changed and she walked past it to a narrow, little stone building between an apartment building and a brick storefront with a “For Rent” sign slapped over the remnants of a logo for what had been a liquor store. Entering without being greeted by anyone or needing to be buzzed in, she found a building directory next to the elevator. Most of the suites were empty but she noticed a dentist and a real estate agency; the presence of two very sane and normal sounding enterprises helped her relax and feel a little less crazy for responding to the letter and follow-up phone call in the first place.

Scanning the directory, she found “True Self Enterprises” on the fifteenth floor and convinced herself it wasn’t odd that a building as short as this one had fifteen floors, or that most of the floors beneath the fifteenth didn’t appear in the directory. She entered the elevator and laughed at her paranoia, finding buttons for all of the missing floors. Out of curiosity, she pressed twelve. The elevator didn’t respond. She tried the other unlisted floors, and the elevator not only didn’t move, but the door stayed open as if to tell her if she was going to get out, now would be the time. She pressed fifteen. The doors closed.

Karen took the time to review the letter she’d received a week ago. It concerned one of her employees, David, a sweet if quiet man she’d hired over a year ago to help with customer relations. In all that time, even thought they’d never spoken of anything but work, Karen had wondered if he had a little crush on her—he always smiled when he saw her and the one time she’d given him a compliment, on a shirt that advertised how he was a bit leaner than she’d realized, his ears had flushed bright red. Truth was, she liked the attention, for years she’d struggled with the fact that she intimidated most men, and quite a few women. She didn’t do so intentionally, but she had a presence that announced itself when she entered a room; it wasn’t just her physical being although that was certainly part of it. Her friends liked to joke that she was “gifted” when it came to curves, especially through her hips, yet she somehow managed to appear both soft and strong. David, like a few other men she’d known, fell into a category of men who noticed her but for one reason or another maintained a respectful distance. It was a bit ironic since she appreciated deference in a partner, but they worked together so it really was a moot point. She had to give him credit, however, for since she’d hired him he’d stepped up his wardrobe and in general appeared to be trying to impress; he wore the shirt she’d commented on once a week. The letter didn’t say much other than that David had sought treatment at True Self and as part of the treatment, they thought it wise to inform his employer, Karen. She’d been assured over the phone that there was nothing to be concerned about, but that she needed to come in in person. David, they added, was unaware she’d been asked to visit True Self, and they thought it best she keep it that way for the time being.

The elevator opened with a ding and Karen found herself standing on new carpeting looking through a massive plate glass window and upon the river. Turning to her left, she found a smiling woman a little older than herself, in a business suit, and perched upon a desk empty but for a phone.

“You have to be Karen.”

“I am, I—”

“Exactly as he described. David is such a nice man, don’t you think?”

Karen agreed he was, then cut to the point. “So is this…therapy of some kind?”

“You might say that, yes. But non-traditional.”

Right, thought Karen. Non-traditional. In other words, snake oil craziness. If she could help David disentangle himself, she would, but she had no intention of making it a long visit.

“You know, I could go on about all that we do, but it might be easier if you watch our video, that way I won’t forget anything.”

The woman pointed to a small computer screen perched on a table behind Karen. Given that the desk was in the sparsest office Karen had ever seen, she didn’t know how she’d missed it.

“How long will it take?”

“It often takes two minutes, tops.”

Karen dismissed the odd phrasing and sat down at the desk, slipping on a pair of headphones and watching a rather poorly produced video starring the woman she’d just met, who wasn’t named in the video, talking in a somewhat confusing, circular fashion about True Self. As hard as Karen tried, she couldn’t track what the woman was saying so that by the time the video ended, she felt as though she’d learned nothing, except that True escort taksim Self helped people find their true self, and that wasn’t very helpful. She did feel oddly relaxed and buoyant and talking to the woman as if they’d known each other for a long time. If asked, she’d have said she felt understood, and that she didn’t need to put up any barriers between herself and this new person, whose name she still didn’t know. The talk turned to men and how Karen was struggling to find a partner and wasn’t even sure who that partner would be anymore, but she knew she wanted someone who could accept what she had to give and treated her like a queen. Hearing herself say these words, she became briefly embarrassed, but just as quickly felt that feeling evaporate. She then looked at her watch and realized she’d been there over an hour, which seemed impossible.

“How long have we been—”

“So, Karen, let’s talk about David.”

“Oh. Right.” Yes, poor David, the reason she was here in the first place.

“He came to us for a treatment a few weeks ago.”

“A treatment?”

“Yes. You see, what we do is we put clients in front of a computer monitor, they put on the headphones and it begins like a normal corporate video explaining our services and so on, then it puts them into a state of deep hypnosis during which we’re able to unlock their true self and help them accept it.”

“In front of a computer monitor like the one I used?”

“In fact, that is the monitor we use.”

Karen paused. This sounded like a key detail. If they hypnotized people using the video she’d just watched, did that mean…? She couldn’t quite finish the thought.

“So you messed with his head?”

“Not at all. We can’t do that, and even if we could it would be unethical. Our clients come to us with help bringing what’s already there to the forefront. We take the secret, repressed self and break down its defenses and let it free, but in a controlled, safe way. The software records his responses and creates a full report on his desires.”

“And…”

“We then do what we can to help our clients manage them. In his case, we contacted you, since you are all he talked about.”

“I’m what?”

“You heard me.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“Not in the least.”

Karen flushed. What a sweetie.

“The two of you have spent all this time around each other and yet how you feel has remained a secret. Such a shame, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“But. I can’t.”

“And why is that?”

Karen fidgeted. The fantasies she’d had for years came back in a flush. A handsome man, as pet—as a sweet baby boy to care for and suckle her breasts. A friend and partner, but also a lover to train. After all, what was the point of having curves like hers if she couldn’t use them to calm and nurture…?

“I agree,” said the woman.

“What?”

“That you clearly have a maternal side, and that you need a man who will submit to you willingly and accept your care, while returning the same.”

“Wait. Did I say all that out loud?”

“You did.”

“I have to get out of here.” Karen tried to say it like she meant it but remained in her seat.

“Before you do, I want you to watch this.” The woman produced a computer tablet, on it was a still image of David in a video. Karen could see the True Self office in the background. The woman pressed play, and Karen heard her voice, off-camera, ask David to tell her about Karen. When he spoke, it was in a quiet, confessional and reverential tone, Karen had never heard before.

“She’s the most beautiful, the most…I don’t know, I…get so shy around her but want to snuggle next to her and make her happy, but I don’t know how…” David wiped away a tear, while continuing to explain how he thought Karen was really smart and special, and he didn’t have the words to explain. He’d tried to let her know how special she was, but he’d sent the flowers anonymously so she could imagine they’d be from whomever she wished.

“Oh honey,” said Karen, feeling a catch in her voice, and disappointment with herself for not seeing this in him, and taking care of him. He was a sweetie, but no more keeping things from mommy, that would be rule number one she’d have to get across. She rose from the chair and told the woman she was sorry, but had to go find him.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, but before you do, take this report and read it on the elevator.” The woman handed three, stapled pages to Karen. The first one simply said, “David.”

Karen gave the woman a hug and thanked her and said she’d call to let her know how things went. This made her laugh for some reason, but Karen let it go and began reading the report in the elevator. For the most part, it felt like reading something she’d always known, but forgotten, about David and, oddly, about herself. At the end, she found a paragraph on long-term effects:

You may be wondering, but this won’t alter how either one of you go through your daily escort maslak lives, at least on a superficial level. You’ll both be your normal selves, and the most special and intimate aspects of your relationship will remain private. At times, one of you may feel a little hazy afterwards, but mostly you’ll feel relaxed and refreshed as a result of being who you truly are. The one difference is he will be highly suggestible when you show him your breasts. Like most men, he responds to them, but a little hint of cleavage will make him a bit more docile and compliant than most; he will be at his most passive and appreciative. In the moments after you let him see your breasts, you’ll be able to guide his state of mind; he won’t be able to know his own name or anything other than that he’s yours and needs to do whatever you desire. Understand that the more time you spend together like this, the stronger the bond. Now, having finished this report, you will drop it in the incinerator found to the left of the elevator on the first floor. Once you do so, you will forget where you’ve been and only remember what you’ve learned. We wish you well.

On her way to the subway, Karen sent her newest employee, David, a text message saying she needed to talk to him and to meet her at her apartment at 7:30 that night. His response, saying he would, but asking if he was in trouble, made her smile. “Of course not, sweetie” was her response. Across town, David read the message with such surprise he walked promptly into a street pole.

Karen stepped out of the shower, toweled off, applied lotion quickly here and there then dressed and looked at herself in her bathroom mirror, smiling at what she saw. To some, she didn’t look like she was dressed for a date, but her sweet baby was special if also certain to be nervous and she wanted to put him at ease and not overwhelm him. A simple collared shirt with buttons up the center showed a hint of her soft breasts which were looking as full as ever. Buying a new bra on the way home had been a good idea. The shirt was snug over her breasts and soft belly and stopped at the waist-line of her skirt, which exaggerated the swell of her already voluptuous hips. There was a time when she’d been less than thrilled by her size, particularly as she’d become softer and more voluptuous over the years, but she’d come to embrace it fully and enjoyed feeling the sway of her hips as she padded about her apartment in bare feet, toenails painted a deep red in a hint of sexiness.

The intercom buzzed. 7:29 PM. David was right on time.

She met him at the door, his ears were already red, and Karen took him by the hand and lead him inside where she embraced him, hearing him release a soft “Oh!” as she pulled him to her. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I understand.”

“Understand what?” David couldn’t believe she had a clue as to what he was thinking and feeling. As much as he wanted to believe it and give in, he told himself he shouldn’t.

“Close your eyes.”

When he did, she kissed his eyelids, then his cheeks.

“Such a sweet boy.”

“Thank you.” His voice was so quiet it was nearly inaudible and he looked at his feet.

Karen led him to the sofa, where she pulled him to her, laying his head against her chest and whispered that she wanted him to tell her what he was feeling.

“Safe.”

“Good. What else.”

“I care about you.”

“That’s so sweet. When did this start?”

“When we met. When I interviewed.”

“Have you ever felt this way before?”

“I don’t know. Not like this.”

“You’ve wondered about what it would be like to be with a woman with strong…maternal desires.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

David looked up at her, confused. It was time. Karen pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. David’ eyes locked on her breasts. They fit her frame, but seemed enormous to him, he had trouble seeing anything else. Karen found the clip on the nursing bra and released the panel, freeing her left breast.

“Yes, what?” she repeated.

“I don’t know…”

“Honey, who am I?”

David knew, but he couldn’t say it. He was also having trouble making eye contact.

“Speak your mind. It’s okay. I give you permission.”

David whispered as quietly as he could. “Yes, mommy,” he said.

“Good boy. How did I get so lucky to find such a sweetheart?”

“I don’t know…” David’ face was red again. She noticed he’d placed his hands over his crotch. Taking his head in her hands, she lay his head across her lap and leaned forward. Her breasts felt larger and more full than normal, as if in anticipation of what was to come. By instinct, David found her nipple. His warm lips tugged lightly at her flesh, and she could feel it expand in his mouth. The weight of her heavy breast lay upon his cheek.

“That’s it. Suckle, mommy’s breast. Be a good boy and latch on, sweetie.” She found his hands and placed them on her belly.

“Don’t you worry, it’s okay. escort topkapı I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

David couldn’t remember who he was other than hers; she was all he knew. Was it possible he’d never seen a breast before hers? As soon as he asked the question, he knew it silly, of course he hadn’t. Her hand stroked his face and she locked eyes with him and whispered that he was hers, such a good boy for mommy. So good at nursing. So safe.

“Suckle nice for your mommy,” she said. “Not too hard. If you keep this up, mommy’s breasts might get bigger for her you, heavier. You’ll like that, won’t you?

David gave a slight nod but didn’t stop suckling.

She laughed. Greedy boy. “Let’s see what we have here.” She undid his belt with one hand, holding his head to her breast with the other. “Do we have a little something for mommy?” Her hand slipped under the waist of his boxers and touched his penis with the lightest touch David could imagine. It still startled him and his eyes went wide as she lay her hand across him. He felt thick and warm down there and longer than the length of her hand from finger tip to wrist, was that good? Did she like it? He didn’t know.

“I think my sweet boy likes being touched there.”

She could see David’ eyes welling up again.

Karen stroked his cheek and told him he was safe. “This is what your mommy likes. It’s just for us. Nod and tell me you understand.”

Again, he nodded.

As a reward, Karen pulled some lotion from her purse, tugged David’ boxers down to expose him and put a cool dollop on the shaft.

“Mommy’s going to show you how to play. I want you to just rub it with your hand and fingers like this…or you can rub it against a pillow or, if you’re extra sweet you can rub it on mommy’s thigh. Maybe one day, you can put it inside. It’s so soft and warm there, sweetie. Do you think you’re ready for that yet?”

David had no idea how to respond. All he could do was suck and look up at her; it was hard to see past her breast and her voice came to him as if from a dream as it explained what a good boy he was and how he was safe and to relax and let go. It felt like his penis was getting bigger against her fingers, which now rubbed at his skin with greater intensity and a heat began to spread from his stomach downward. He sucked harder, and was rewarded by a brief rush of warm liquid filling his mouth. Karen seemed genuinely surprised and pressed her breast hard against his face. He tried to suck for more milk but none came, instead he heard the command.

“Squirt for Mommy, sweetie.”

With the words, he lost all control over his hips and he felt something hot squirt from his penis and land on his belly. What followed was dizziness and panting into the warm space between her breasts.

“Such a big mess from such a little boy.”

For an instant, David was embarrassed and worried he’d done a bad thing, but she was smiling at him. She was teasing. It made him blush and turn to cuddle against her soft belly. He stayed like that while feeling her wipe a tissue across his stomach.

After a few moments, Karen pulled him to his feet and walked him into her bedroom where she told him to undress first himself, then her.

“May I say something, Mommy?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“You’re the most beautifulest…”

She laughed. “That’s what you wanted to say?” Embraced him. Pushed his head to her chest. Felt his arm wrap around her waist. He sighed and trembled. Together, they climbed under the sheets. David rubbed against her and latched upon her right breast. She slipped her free hand between her legs. She was soaked and slipped a finger inside.

“Mommy?”

“Sssh, sweetie. Mommy needs to play, too.”

David found her breast again and pressed his penis against her soft thigh.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Hump Mommy’s leg. Feel how good it is. We’re going to get you a pillow, sweetie. Ever day when you come home, you’re going to go straight for that pillow and start humping it. You’ll want to make relief, but you won’t be able without Mommy. Just hump and rub.” She wrapped an arm around him. “Don’t be scared, baby, you’re safe. Mommy’s got you. Such a good boy, keep humping Mommy.”

His hips pumped in fits and starts as if moving on their own. Karen moved in her own, languid rhythm and she pulled him roughly from her breast to give him a rough kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth and she whispered through clenched teeth, “Who do you belong to?”

“Uh—”

She popped his cheek with the back of her hand. It startled David almost as much as the shame of having not realized the answer immediately.

“I belong to you,” he said. “To my beautiful Mommy.”

“That’s right. Such a good boy. You make me so proud.”

The words hit David hard this time—his head felt warm and dizzy. It was almost too much to take. He tried to explain this but she put a finger to his lips, which slipped within them. He began to suck. Before he could react, she’d flipped him onto his back and pulled one of his legs between hers and pushed a breast to his lips. He sucked, and felt her weight relax upon him. He was pinned, and truly helpless, as she alternated between rubbing the wetness between her leg upon his thigh and slipping her own fingers there.

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Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda.

Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I’ve been out shopping with Miguel’s Platinum Visa, and I grin at him loopily.

“Remy, honey how are you?”

Mig smiles at me. His partner, JaVaughn is always amazed at how respectful and worshipful Mig seems around me.

As one of the biggest drug suppliers in Connecticut, Mig has had his share of women, and kicked more than a few of them around…but as JaVaughn comments, I might be the girl “for’ keeps”.

“Come into the other room, baby” I say, with a false giggle.

“I got you something.”

And Miguel comes, signaling to his men to continue their work.

Mig is good at what he does, and he gets a real kick out of doing it well.

When I first met Miguel, he had naked girls doing the work, because nude, they couldn’t steal anything, but I made him switch to guys, and I insisted he have a bit of trust…so they wear clothes now!

When we got into the other room, Miguel looks at me pleadingly.

I snap my fingers and my face turns coldly impassive.

Mig undresses, and kneels on a stool, putting his hands behind his head.

His dick is locked in a metal tube, and he knows that if he wants me to run my long French manicure up and down it (there is no hope of orgasm today) he must suck up, and suck up good.

“D-did you have a good shopping trip, Remy?”

Mig asks, as I shake a few diamond bracelets (yes, I said a few) out on the table.

“You look like you got neat stuff.”

“Oh, shut up, Mig, you simpering idiot.” I snap.

I fetch my cane from the table and walk over and whack him hard across the nipples, and tears come to his eyes. Big, tough, drug dealer.

Though you know, at least he didn’t remove his hands from behind his head!

Then I unlock his pitiful chastity tube and begin stroking Miguel and telling him how much I want to fuck the young men in the street, or how I did fuck one or two.

“Yup, took the kid who carried my bags from Stop N Shop into the backseat and blew him, Miguel. It was lots of fun.

His dick was bigger than yours—I could see it without a microscope!”

“Remy, please, don’t be so mean to me, ma’am.” Migs pleads. But you know he loves it.

My father, an alcoholic physician ironically employed at the famous Institute for Living, here in Connecticut, named me after his favorite drink, Remy-Martin. .

I have long light brown hair, and perky breasts, and long legs (I understand that sort of detail is important to your readers) and I’m a drug dealer’s moll.

Miguel is a tough, violent, very successful dealer, too. A millionaire by the time he was twenty-five. How he became a submissive is a mystery.

And of course it’s a big secret. I can write about it here, because I don’t think most people in our um, field in Hartford, Connecticut read your letters, Shoeblossom.

And I muse about the level of submission that my boyfriend, slave, and soon to be husband is at.

I’ve seen him kick the shit out of rival pushers, or out of one of his menials because the guy was selling to young kids, and yes, Miguel is a tough guy, and after two prison sentences with lotsa weightlifting, he is really strong.

I weigh about 110 soaking wet, and I command him quite easily.

Mig used to fuck 20 different girls a day, and now I have him bound and when he’s lucky I unlock his chastity tube and toy with his swelling, desperate erection for hours!

This is a man who can get nearly any request granted, but not from me. I love tickling his frenum and pulling his foreskin, while he struggles against the ropes that secure his hands behind his back.

Mig tries desperately to get me to let him spurt, but I never do—sometimes when he’s really close to cumming, I’ll tie a firecracker to his dick, or just hit it with a little Icy Hot.

Watching him tear up when going through an excruciating experience like this is rather hilarious!

Then I like to rub my boobs against his dick.

They aren’t huge, but they’re shaped right, and quite soft…Mig’s dick gets bigger and bigger, and I rub softly and then pull my narrow little body away just as he is about to release!

.

“Tell me you’re my faggot, tell me you’re a maricon, Miguel” I tease, knowing that saying such a thing will torture his macho soul forever.

Or I turn him over, still bound and whip his bare ass with a thick leather belt, reminding him of how his Daddy used to beat him.

So I sometimes make Mig strip off his tight black escort bayan jeans and his muscle shirts and all the medallions, and the engineer’s boots, and make him parade around in a pink nightie and a pair of panties.

It’s quite hilarious, and it brings him back to the nightmare of his childhood.

And when he looks at me through tear streaked eyes as he minces back and forth as I play “Itsy Bitsy Spider” or a “My Little Pony” video, I taunt him.

“You don’t want to fuck me, you’re just a little girl who wants to lick a boy’s dick, aren’t you, Miguelita?”

And then I take my buggy whip (an antique that I made Migs pay about $800 for) and I stalk up in my tight top and short-shorts, and I RIP off his nightie and his panties and whip him and make him DANCE as the lashes crack across his thighs and his hard cock.

“Faggot, pansy, worthless little bitch” I chant as the buggy whip lashes crisscross his skin until Mig is sobbing and crying.

“You’ll NEVER get to fuck me. I’d rather fuck your lowest employee or even the crack heads that beg for your rock then let you put your dick anywhere NEAR ME.”

I force Mig onto his knees, and I get a huge dildo and I RAM it into him. When Mig was a boy, his five older brothers would beat him up and sodomize him, and his mother would tell him

“They love you, they just are teasing.” His poor butt hole, filled with blood and his brother’s semen because they love him?

But I ram it down his rectum also…and then make him lick the blood and shit off it, threatening to make him suck some nigger dick on the street to show his true submission…for whatever reason this helped him process his evil childhood.

At the end, of course, I let him take me to the bed and cover my beautiful naked body in kisses and licks, telling me how wonderful I am. I giggle to myself because he groans and moans as he moves about, because I’ve whipped him so hard!

Miguel, for such a brutal person, can be so sweet and gentle with me when he’s worshipping my body. He loves me, thinks I’m hot stuff, and of course it helps a great deal that his cock is denied for such long periods of time.

Five orgasms from Mig’s mouth later, I tie him up, ice down his erection and lock it back in his chastity device, and roll him under the bed to sleep alone, while I seduce some young stud from down the hall to come in and fuck me in every hole!

And Miguel is on the hard floor, thinking of how his Remy is having the time of her life!

The young man of course usually is either employed by Mig or terrified of him, and would shit a brick if he knew that Mig was hiding under the bed. But he can’t resist me because I’m so HOT.

In the morning, after such escapades, I pull poor Miguel out, and of course he’s covered in dust bunnies, and he’s all stiff from lying there all night, and some of his bloody welts from the whipping are now infected from the dust.

“Get me my coffee and breakfast, asshole.

You wish your dick was big enough to satisfy me, right Mig?

Poor Pasquale, who is terrified of you, is a better fuck than you’ll ever be. You have a dick like a Vienna sausage…but of course you know that, right?”

But he cheerfully bathes and massages me, shaves my legs and paints my nails, and tells me I am his PRINCESS.

And why not? It’s difficult, because of course his dick is practically going to burst out of the chastity tube.

And then he showers and dresses for his day. And I can spend the day doing blow and hanging out, fucking whoever comes by…

Sometimes I even tell Mig to send me different men to fuck.

This is especially difficult for him, as he is not allowed to show his jealousy at all. Wiping out that machismo thing has been a real goal of mine!

I still remember the old days, when I was just one of his “Bitches” and then finding out his interest in female domination.

I knew a bit about that kind of stuff, as I had kinky neighbors.

I used to watch this old couple who lived behind me…she would make her husband drop his pants and she’d whip him with a cut-off garden hose in the back yard, and then tie him to a tree!

Once I went over and stroked him off, this 70 year old slave boy, and I snuck off right after he came, so his wife wouldn’t be too cruel to him!

Then in college, I waitressed at one of those bondage retreat deals, and I had to say, there’s nothing funnier than watching a woman make her husband jack off into his coffee to give it “Cream”!

I saw a few of Migs’ magazines, the S&M ones, but I didn’t say anything till he brought it up.

But soon thereafter I took over. The fun of tease and denial is just wonderful! I began osmanbey escort rubbing all over him and then pushing his hands away, and he would get so upset…but it was amazing how submissive my poor drug dealer could be!

The first time Miguel let me tie him up naked and whip his ass, I was a little afraid he might shoot me afterwards.

(this is evidence of how much we’ve changed as a couple) and then when I was astounded that he wanted me to put him in chastity…God it was weird.

Initially, we went for two or three day periods of his being in the tube, and he just bitched and moaned constantly about being locked up.

But after a while Miguel realized that his darling Remy was doing him a real favor—after all, when you’re constantly focused on sex, how much drug dealing can you get done?

See now, super-hot girls can’t negotiate with Mig anymore. They have to produce cash or nothin’. After all, the only thing he can use on them is his tongue, right?

Miguel must keep it a guarded secret that he is a tranny chastity slave.

It’s terribly hush-hush.

Sometimes he goes just crazy with jealousy when we go out to one of the clubs that he owns, as he watches me bump and grind in hot dances with rival dealers, many of whom are black.

And I greet every man I meet with a deep tongue kiss, and that is not pleasant for poor Miguel either.

But he understands that I have to be me.

If he doesn’t understand this, I have a nice frat paddle that makes his butt so cherry red that he’ll understand anything I tell him, dig?

He gets such cruel pleasure out of watching his customers beg and plead for credit, or sometimes when he’ll actually take their money and then screw them over with bad dope.

So I do the same to him! I’ll tell him that if he skips a Super Bowl game to watch the Lifetime channel, I might fuck him, and then I don’t…and when he cries, I laugh hysterically.

Mig is very busy, but when he has time off, I find interesting stuff for us to do.

We go out in his expensive car and travel around the country, going through Connecticut and Jersey…we stop in weird woodsy areas, and I cut a couple of switches and make him bend over a picnic table…

Yes, and I can break four or five…I have one helluva backhand, you know?

Then once or twice I tied him to the ground, he’s really never been out in the woods, and poured sugar water all over his cock and balls and left him to the ants.

This is quite hilarious….

Apparently once some fire ants got into a rumble with black ants, or something, and they fought a desperate painful battle right near Migs’ left testicle, and he cried like a little girl, as they accidentally bit him more than a few times.

Think, that bothered him, but the time his lieutenant shot a little girl off her porch during a firefight with the cops, he just laughed.

It’s so important to teach compassion, don’t you think?

Once or twice I’ve taken his keys and his clothes when we were skinny dipping and then drove slowly along Highway 93 while he panted naked after me.

Everyone thinks that’s hilarious as they’re driving by, truckers honk, etc…and he is so angry, because of course he has murdered people for less!

These damn drug dealers though…ego reduction is crucial, don’t you think?

Sometimes we drive to New York City and I make poor Miguel go out and stand on Eighth Avenue with the male hustlers, telling him if he can make five hundred dollars I might let him orgasm!

It’s fun, watching from our expensive Peugot as Miguel is forced to suck some fag off in the back of the trick’s Nissan Sentra.

As if Mig needed the money!

But I take Mig’s wallet right before he goes out to trick so I can be sure he’s going to make me real cocksucking money, not the money he brings in from drug dealing.

As a cock sucker, Miguel is not nearly as good at making $$$…

Once I rented poor Mig out as a bondage slave.

He is quite good looking, and these faggots loved working him over, twisting his nipples, making him suck cock big time, and running needles through his poor suffering dick.

I made the codicil that I get to watch while it all went on, through a one-way mirror. Yowza!

But I had to say, by the time it was over, Mig’s cocksucking and ass-rimming skills were really up to the mark.

He loves eating out my ass, but it isn’t much fun to lick shit out of the chubby butt of a hairy fifty-five year old leather clad chemistry professor.

Reducing the ego of a macho Hispanic criminal is quite the adventure! Sometimes I just feel like really fucking with him.

Once, escort mecidiyeköy for six weeks, I didn’t allow Mig to see me naked at all. Didn’t let him perform orally on me either.

He was always naked when we were around, and I just wore my hot belly shirts, tube tops and shorts, and teased him that “Mommy” wasn’t going to let him see anything “provocative”.

His eyes would fill with tears as I would go into the bathroom and come out in my robe and make him turn away as I rubbed Camay oil on my naked body…one of his more enjoyable chores.

And I’d tell him how much other men were enjoying staring at me.

I even told him once that I was considering becoming a stripper, so everyone BUT Miguel could see my gorgeous figure.

Sometimes during this awful period, I would tie a bandanna over Mig’s eyes and secure him naked and really go to town teasing his cock.

I think he went nuts trying to check me out from under his blindfold.

I even took him to an orgy and made him kneel in the corner, crying, while I and lots of other pretty girls (that he had hired) fucked geeky, lucky guys…but poor Miggie didn’t get to see a damn thing!

He was relieved when, after nearly two months, he was allowed to see and touch and kiss my naked breasts and pussy again.

My few friends “in the know” why I am quite so hard on Miguel ask me. Sure, he likes being spanked and tortured a bit, but don’t I go a little too far?

Hey…he’s ordered people killed, he is unusually cruel to those who work for him, and once I saw him shoot a dog. He needs a little coming back.

Besides, since I’ve worked Migs over, I think he’s become a bit gentler. I can’t guarantee that, but it seems that it’s so. Certainly I’ve taught him to be more civil.

One new rule I’ve made is, he can’t use profanity at all.

Imagine!

After cursing constantly since he was able to speak, now he can’t use George Carlin’s seven words. Or is that Lenny Bruce’s seven?

His associates chuckle when he gets mad and tells them to stop their “doggoned screwing around” but that’s the rule now!

I have gotten Mig to replace “Son of a Bitch” with “Great Scott” like Perry White used to say on the old Superman serials. It’s much prettier.

When Miguel forgets and begins cursing, I make him stand on a stool and write punishment sentences, balancing the sheet of paper against a wall.

It’s cruel, but kind. He is really learning not to curse! Sometimes when I have him stand, I make him wear high heels…wicked, wicked me.

I also enjoy making him eat large bars of soap when he begins doing his potty mouth routine.

I cane him if he doesn’t eat them fast enough, and it’s really calmed his vocabulary down quite a bit.

I read about cock caning on one of Miguel’s computer sites, and I’ve really enjoyed it. I love stroking his dick on the rare occasions I take it out of his chastity tube.

I stroke it and get it real hard, while rubbing my boobs in the tight camisole against Mig’s big chest…and then I SWAT his dick ten or fifteen times until it’s a little red shrinking thing again.

Or, another sport that fascinates me, is cock-kicking. I used to play Women’s Soccer at U-Conn, and sometimes I’ll have Mig lie down and put his penis on a section of wooden dance floor I have in his living room,

Yes, and then I put my leather boots on and kick his dick until he cums, and then of course I punish him for it! The kicking is like a great sport, if you know what I mean.

Sometimes I’ll get one of his old crack whores, the cuter ones, and have her suck his dick, and tell him that if he cums, the penalty will be dire

(and I tell her if she doesn’t make him cum, I’ll cut off her drugs for a month) That usually brings some interesting consequences to the poor guy!

I don’t actually allow poor Miguel many orgasms. I figure he’s had all the fucking he wanted to when he was young.

After all, he’s the one who wanted ME to dominate him.

Every two to five months, I am merciful and I let him jerk off into a shot glass and drink it, but I generally put him through some nonsense like tossing a die and requiring that it land on “two” or no cum…or I time him, and he must squirt in three minutes using his left hand.

But Miguel seems quite happy with me!

Last year he gave me an engagement ring, and he’s promised that he is going to get out of the drug business, and he’s purchased a string of CD music stores…

I seriously may make him dress in bridal outfit and take his rectum on our wedding night, just to freak him out…I’m an evil bitch!

I doubt he’ll really quit the drug thing completely, but that just gives me one more thing to punish him for!

So I thought you’d enjoy a letter from the underworld!

Fondly,

Remy

*

Dear Remy—

I hope that you continue to bring a little pain to a man in such a vile business. Since the FBI and the cops can’t get him, you keep working on it!

Best,

Shoeblossom

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I was very young when my mother left.. Very young.. in fact, I bareley knew her when she and my Dad divorced.

Well, my Dad got married again, to a woman much younger than he.. about 10 years younger.

She was, and still is a very beautiful woman.. with sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body like that of an arobics instructor.

That’s what caught my Dad’s eye, I beleive. That, and her charming demeanor. She won the hearts of everyone that she met, including me.It was nice when she would buy me toys, or take me shopping with her because I knew that we’d always go to a park, or a movie, and just generally spend time with me..

Along with her gentle side, she also believed in corporal punishment. It wasn’t unlike her to scold me for a bad report card, or some undone chore, and after recieving a lecture about my misdeed(s), she would have me pull down my pants while she took down her thick leather belt, then telling me to bend over and touch my toes, she would take a stance off to the side of me and strap my unprotected butt.. 25 very hard swats would be delivered. Then, afterwards, she would send me to my room.With my face red from crying, and my buttocks growing welts, I would slowly make my way down the hallway, pants still down, and go into my room..

Thats the way it was, until I turned about 18, then my Dad left, I was still in High School, and about to graduate (I beykent escort got held back> Can’t you tell by my spelling;) and rather than drop out of school, with only 2 more months to go, I decided to stay with my step mom.

Though some time had passed since her and my Dad met, she was still very beautiful, and still had her hard body.

I used to peak at her through the crack in the bathroom door way while she was taking a shower. Young hormones do a strange thing to a man at 18, and I always got hard as she lathered up her nude body.. Yes, this is my step mom, but: Goddamn, she was hot!!

After she had stepped out of the shower, she dried herself off and reached into the medicine cabnet and took down a bottle of baby oil, ten while sitting on the toilet seat, pourd the slick oil over her tits and began messaging her own breasts. She tilted her head back ever so slightly, and began to moan softly.

Then, as I watched in total stelth, she grabbed the bottle of baby oil again and pourd more it on her crotch.

She ran a finger between labia, then another, then a third, only then dd I watch her fingers disapear. She moaned louder..

I had long since pulled out my cock and masterbating., I was about to blow when I heard a voice.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

I froze, my erection quickly disappearing.

“HUH?” gaziosmanpaşa escort I turned and saw my step moms younger sister Linda and her girl friend standing off to the right of me.

I heard the song of moan come to a sudden stop. Only to be replaced by the approaching pouds of feet getting closer to the door that I was peekng through.

“Oh, my god!!” cried Linda’s girlfriend as she turned away, burying her hands into her face in digust.

By now, the door to the bathroom swung open violently. My step mom had grabbed a towel on her way to the door that I had been watching from. She stood in the open door way, a white towel hanging loosly in front of her, and the anger and humiliation in her eyes was beyond words…

I looked at Lou with eyes as big as saucers, then looked back at where Linda and her friend. My voice stammered for words..

“I..I..I..”

That’s all that would come from me. Lou stard back at me and mocked my failed explanation..

“I.. I I WHAT??” she asked.

By now, Lindas friend Connie managed to look at me again. It wasn’t embarressment in her eyes now, but excitement..

Linda stared at meand smirked.. Arms folded in front of her, she told her sister.

“We just walked in here. I never thought that you had a pervert living here. I think we should ortaköy escort leave.. “

“No” Lou cut her off.. “I want you to stay here!!” Then she looked at me, nothing but pure evil in he eyes..

“I want you to see what’s about to happen to him. I want to see him as humiliated as he has made me.”

Linda’s smirk grew into a smile as she heard these words.

“Would you like some help punishing this pervert?” Linda asked in more of a hope than an actual question.

Linda’s friend remained speachless, but her growing excitment began to show in both her eyes, and her clit.

“Yes” Lou said, grbbing me by the ear, and leading me into the kitchen.

“I don’t want to kill him, I want you two here to make sure that I don’t”

I was lead into the kitchen. Linda grabbed the waist-band of my pants and yanked them down. Linda’s friend Connie, bent me over the table while Lou grabbed her strap.

“Pull, his pants down!! Take them all the way to his ankles… Linda, be a dear and grab some ginger root from the fridge. Will ya?”

Linda and Connie complie with her emand. Then Lou looked at me.

“Little pervert, you thought that I had punished you before, Now your really gonna get it… “

Then, just like she did when I was young, she stood off to the side of me, raised her arm for a full, follow through strike.. I clentched my buttocks, grit my teeth and waited for the familiar sting…

“WAIT” Lindas voice popped in..””Put this up inside of him first” she said holding a ginger root..

“That way his ass won’t clentch” Connie giggled.

It hurt, it hurt alot.. It spread me, burned me and Humiliated me.

And when I had recieved my punishment, my ass was a deap shade of purple..

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Techno music pulsed against the walls like a living thing. Pale flesh and taut bodies writhed against each other like lovers instead of strangers, wrapped up like gothic birthday presents in painted-on latex, vinyl, and leather. Hair with spikes deadly enough to slice, metal forced through holes far too small, and chains trailing a lazy restricted path from beneath the fringe of a shirt and down into a skirt, leaving both everything and nothing to the imagination.

I wanted to run my tongue over it all like a piece of sweet candy, pinch it between my teeth and bite until I drew blood. I reveled in it as though it were the slip of fingers between the folds of my secret flesh. I sighed as though the music was an invisible lover teasing me, touching me in secret places. The music was a physical beat and I wanted to mount it, ride it until it overwhelmed my senses and sent me into wet screams of ecstasy.

I am a sexual predator in creaking leather so tight nothing is left to the imagination as to what is underneath. I am crimson lips and a sultry sway of hips. I am hair too short and breasts too large. I am a fantasy. I am a nightmare. I am everything you dream to be and all that you disdain. Make no pretense. I am inside you, some dark part coming to the surface to speak with you and whisper the possibilities in your ear. I can taste your desire hadımköy escort like a pulse in the back of my throat. Chastity is wasted on the young and the naive. I am neither.

I knew as I entered the sweating, writhing, possessed mass on the dance floor that He would be waiting for me. Cliché surroundings did nothing for these encounters. Typical erotic romance was not our story. Our love was a dark place where lovers did not exist and all lost itself in myriads of crimson. A whip becomes a mistress or a chain becomes a god in the land where pleasure means you bleed and ecstasy is a bruise.

No “I love you’s” and other sentimental garbage. No sweet smiles and batting eyelashes. There is no room for that in such an existence. This is reality. This is the core of that beast that threatens to rise up in the virgin as her hymen gives way, the demon that screams from the throat of the climaxing woman, the ravished man. Pretty words do not do such a creature justice. Only the sweat and fluid of sex, tangled hair and flushed cheeks, the fire within the eyes of strangers as they pant with voyeuristic limitations from behind the curtains as I give myself to them can pay justice. Stained clothes and forgotten names, abandoned spouses and neglected partners.

Some call it sin. I call it business.

Whore. haramidere escort Hooker. Words that women become offended at, but things they secretly wish to be called in the darkness of night when they tear at their hair and gnash their teeth while screaming out “I’m coming!”

Sadist. Submissive. Words that spark envy and lust in the hearts of those without the courage to finish the job or give themselves over completely, but words that make women wet between their legs and men weak in their knees. It is the excitement that drives the blood-burned mind, the thought that there is a stopping point to be obeyed and yet the risk that it will be ignored and surpassed.

I made it to the back hallway with its black painted walls and sleazy red, darkroom lights. He waited for me there in our glass-enclosed party room of pain with its velvet curtains to add to a macabre décor. Hooded, grotesque, absolutely lovely He waited. Sometimes I would recognize the swing of the hand, the strength in the arm. Other times I would not. It was another part of the rush. Never knowing, anonymity of the torturer and the tortured was a beautiful thing.

The lights came on. Show time.

The first contact was experimental, the way a batter tests the bat as he steps up to the mound. atakent escort A slight teasing sting, a part of my lips and a sultry gaze to the invisible man or woman hiding behind the two-way mirror. The next came harder, a resounding slap against leather and flesh, driving a moan from my throat.

The straps were sliced away one by one until too-large breasts spilled forward in all their buoyancy, laced and criss-crossed with red stripes from where the leather hugged too tight. There were still bruises from the night before, pinpoints of red where blood rose beneath the surface, not quite able to break through amongst the blue and purple splotches. The whip fell and the knife traveled a dangerously close path down the line of my spine, splitting leather and vinyl like a second skin. Disposable clothing.

My body became a twisted canvas of criss-crossed welts as the multi-pronged whip fell again and again, wrapping itself around thighs, licking across soft belly and toned calves. I could feel it building within me before the chains came, that mind-blowing, soul-numbing loss of coherence. It coiled in my stomach like a creature pacing, clawing to be released. Being strung up would be the catalyst.

I felt the anonymous tormentor behind me as I was held immobile, felt him press the hard tight line of himself against my buttocks. Delicious friction assailed my raw nerves and as the blows came harder and faster as he rubbed himself against me I knew the border was approaching, that delectable moment where fear and adrenaline would join in the question of “Will it stop?”

The lights went out and the sign blinked in the room where you are still sitting.

Insert another coin.

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As my car pulled into the driveway I began to shake. This was not something I would usually do and because of that I had not told anyone I was doing it. Today was the day that I would meet the girl of my dreams, technically that day happened a few months ago when we met online, but this was the first time I would be able to look at her face to face. I ran a hand over my freshly buzzed head and took a deep breath. Opening the car door I stepped out and walked to the front door.

I saw that my hand was trembling slightly as I pushed the doorbell. Almost the moment the chimes sounded the door opened up. She was just what I was expecting. Considering we traded pictures for quite a while there were few surprises. Mainly I did not expect her to take my breath away wearing a simple t-shirt and lounge pants.

“Hi,” she said with a cute little smile.

“Hi,” I held out my hand. “Eric.”

“Faith,” she shook my offered hand. “Now that we have been properly introduced, would you like to come in?”

Following her in, I noticed that things were impeccably clean. I smiled at her and she shrugged. We walked to the living room where I joined her on the couch. Sitting there we looked at each other and smiled.

“I didn’t realize how much three inches was,” I said with a crooked grin.

“Are you calling me short?” she asked with mock anger. “Five-six isn’t exactly tall.”

I chuckled and scooted slightly alibeyköy escort closer to her. “I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. I thought about it a lot.”

“Really?” she said moving closer to me.

“There is something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.” I reached over and lightly traced her jaw line with my finger.

Quickly I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss. I was pulling away when I felt her hands on my neck pulling me closer. Her lips were against mine and then our tongues touched. In that touch a course of fire ran through my nerves. My arms wrapped around her and I pulled her onto my lap. As we kissed our hands roamed over each others bodies, my hands slipping under her shirt and finding her breasts. Unhooking her bra I felt her gasp, for a moment our oral assault paused and I lifted her shirt off of her. She took the time to pull off my shirt as well. We admired each other for a moment, taking time to explore the newly exposed skin.

I groaned as she ran her hands over my chest.

“You need a shower,” she said scratching my shoulder, leaving four red streaks on my skin.

I groaned again. “That sounds like a good idea.”

Pulling me up by the hand she led me to the bathroom. She closed the door and pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard on the mouth before stepping out of her lounge pants. I grinned sefaköy escort as I saw the she was not wearing anything under them.

“Get undressed,” she ordered.

“Yes, my mistress.”

I quickly stripped off my remaining clothing and we stood there completely nude. She grabbed me by my cock and led me into the shower. Turning on the water with one hand she still held my cock and positioned me in the small stall. Straddling my cock she pressed herself against me, forcing me against the wall and kissed me hard again. My hands began to explore her back but she grabbed them and held them behind my back.

“No,” she said looking me in the eyes.

She kissed and bit my chest and neck before sliding down my body and began to explore my aching cock. Trailing a finger along its length, she wrapped one hand around my shaft and with the other she began to play with the head with her fingers. As her tongue flicked the head I let out a groan. She stood and looked at me.

“Quiet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said forcing my mouth shut.

She knelt again licking up the side of my cock. I clenched my jaw not letting the sounds escape. She stood up and grasped my cock again. Instead of straddling my cock she let it slip inside of her and began to ride me, pushing my back against the wall. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she pinned one of my halkalı escort arms behind me and putting the other across her waist.

“Hold me up,” and with that she took control. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she began to bounce and grind against me.

“Fuck me hard,” she commanded.

I complied using the wall as leverage I thrust into her with her down strokes. As we pounded into each other I felt her fingernails dig into my skin. A moment later she bit down on my shoulder and began to grind hard against me. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock and I was so close to coming.

She slid off my throbbing cock before I could cum and leaned against me for a moment. As she straightened she looked at my cock and then in my eyes.

“You were very good and deserve a reward.” She pushed me into the stream of water. “You get a bath.”

She reached for the soap and began to pour some into her hands. She spread the soap on my chest and shoulders. I was amazed at how good it felt. As she reached my crotch she began to soap up my cock and my balls, stroking me slowly. I was so worked up that I didn’t last but three strokes. She watched me as I came, smiling wryly as pumped into her hand like she had ridden me moments ago.

“Did I say you get to come?” She asked as she washed me off. “To make it up to me you will give me one of those massages you like to talk so much about.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I said with a grunt as I sprayed all over her leg.

“Get out and wait for me on the bed.” She commanded and I complied.

I did walked to her bedroom and sat on the bed waiting. The bed was queen sized with bars for the headboards and foot boards, with a little stretch of imagination I could see Faith tied up to the bed.

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After dinner, you lead me down into your playroom and I smile, thinking of the things that you have already done to me in this room, remembering how I sucked your cock while I knelt on that soft rug and how you fucked my pussy while I was bent over the arm of that chair. I think of the toys that are hidden in the drawers — some that I now know about and others that I don’t yet.

Today, there is something new in the room. I recognise it as a Sybian — I have seen pictures of them online and fantasised about what it might be like, but I have never seen one in real life. Protruding from the device is a large dildo, about the same size as your cock.

I know what you expect from me this time and I quickly undress, placing my clothes on a small chair beside the door. I stand, presenting myself for your inspection, with my legs apart and my hands clasped behind my back, pushing out my breasts. You step around me, looking at all that I have to offer you and all that is yours. I am desperate for you to touch me, my pussy already wet and my nipples erect. You fasten a collar around my neck and then move in front of me to blow gently over my nipples, enjoying the way that my nipples harden further and my back arches.

Unable to resist, you grab me and kiss me deeply. Your hand slides onto my pussy and I feel the tip of your finger in between my lips, sliding upwards to my clit. You remove your finger and lick it. “You taste ready to be fucked, my slut,” you tell me. You return your finger to slide between my lips and this time bring it up to my mouth for me to suck clean.

You lean down and take one of my nipples into my mouth. I feel your warm mouth tighten around it and I moan as your teeth gently bite down on the tip. You repeat this on the other nipple before gently pushing me down to my knees. You make me wait for a moment before I feel your hard cock nudging at my lips and I reach out my tongue to lick at the tip, tasting the drop of pre-cum that is gathering there. I lick up and down the shaft of your cock before taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Then I move my head forward to take more of it into my mouth before pulling back and licking just the tip again. As I continue to bob up and down your cock, I wrap my hands around your arse, pulling your cock deeper into my mouth until it nearly reaches my gagging point. You allow me to get to the deepest point that I am comfortable with and then gently clasp the back of my head, holding me still in this position before releasing me so that I can move my mouth back to breathe. Eager to please you, I take your length back into my mouth, managing to take a little bit more as you once again hold me in place. Your hands then begin guiding my head gently, letting me know what pace and depth you would like. My movements speed up as I feel your cock stiffen and hear your breathing deepen. Your cock twitches and I feel you release your cum into my throat. You pull your cock out of my mouth and I swallow your cum, looking up at you.

“Good slut,” you say. “Now, come over here and try out one of my new toys…” You gently pull me to my feet and lead me over to the Sybian machine that I noticed earlier. You hold the attachment to guide it into my pussy as I sit down, straddling it. Then you sit down on the nearby brown leather armchair, holding the controller in your hand. You make me wait, unsure of what to expect, before you turn the vibration onto low. I feel the attachment vibrating inside me and the nubs at the front buzzing against my clit. Then you turn on the rotation and I feel the attachment rubbing around inside me, brushing against my g-spot. I begin to moan as you turn the vibration up and I unconsciously begin rocking back and forth on the dildo. “Do not cum,” you tell me. After a while, you turn the vibrations up again and my breathing becomes faster. You turn the vibrations down for a few moments, but then turn them back up to the highest setting. I feel an orgasm approaching and try to resist, but lose myself in the pleasurable sensations in my pussy and on my clit. You smile as you realise that this will give you the opportunity to try out another of your new toys. “Remember not to cum, or I will have to punish you,” you remind me. Your threat of punishment tips me over the edge and an orgasm crashes over me.

I lean back, trying to move away from the relentlessly vibrating nubs that are still buzzing against my sensitive clit, but you hold my shoulders and push me forwards, leaving the vibrations on their highest setting. “Stay there. Do not move or try to get off the machine,” you bark as you walk over to one of the drawers. I struggle to remain still, squirming to try to relieve the pressure on my clit and feeling the intense vibrations surge through my body. I fold over the machine, trying to stay on as it relentlessly rotates inside me.

You return with a pair of wrist cuffs and a length of chain. You fasten a cuff to each wrist and then attach esenler escort them together behind my back. Then you clip one end of the chain to my collar and the other end to a hook on the front of the Sybian. The chain is just the right length to keep me bent forward at the waist, maintaining firm pressure on my clit from the vibrating nubs. You return to your armchair and watch me squirming, enjoying listening to my moans and my pleading. “Please, Sir, I’m too sensitive… please make it stop.”

“Are you using your safeword?” you ask gently, reminding me of this option.

“No, Sir,” I reply, knowing that I can endure this for you.

After a few torturous minutes of uncomfortable sensitivity, the buzzing on my clit gradually returns to pleasure. I concentrate harder this time, trying not to cum. It is not long before I feel another orgasm building. I look up at you in desperation and you take some pity on me. “Do you need to ask me something, my slut?” you prompt.

“Please, Sir, please may I come?” I babble.

“Yes, cum for me, my slut,” you reply, feeling generous now that you already have an excuse to punish me.

Another orgasm crashes over me, leaving my clit highly sensitised again. You leave me there for a few more tormenting moments before turning off the Sybian and coming over to me. You unhook the chain from the Sybian, raising my head to kiss me deeply before unclipping the chain from my collar. Then you pull me off the Sybian. Unhooking my wrists, you allow me to wiggle my shoulders and arms to relieve the stiffness before you bring them in front of me and attach the chain between them.

Then you move me towards the four poster bed, standing me at the foot so that I am facing the bed. You pull my arms up above my head, looping the chain over a hook at the top of the bed. Then you return back to the drawer. I try to look over my shoulder to see which drawer you are opening, but you notice and bark, “Slut, don’t make this harder for yourself. Face the bed!” I comply, trembling slightly with fear and anticipation.

You return to me and firmly move my legs apart before moving your hands up to squeeze my arse cheeks. “Before I begin, do you know what you did wrong?” you ask sternly.

“I came without your permission, Sir. I am very sorry,” I whisper.

“Not only without permission — you did not even ask for permission,” you reply. “You have left me with no choice but to punish you. You need to learn to follow the rules.”

“Please, Sir,” I beg. “It felt so good and I tried not to cum, but I couldn’t help it…”

“Then you need to learn to control your slutty urges and remember to ask,” you reply, trying to sound cold.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, disappointed at having displeased you.

You reach over me to check that my arms are securely restrained. As I look up, I see a spanking paddle in your hand and I whimper softly. “I know you are nervous,” you whisper, “but I need to teach you to obey. I will measure my punishment justly, but use your safe words if it gets too much.” I nod, tensing at the fear of the pain that you might be about to inflict, but trusting you to be fair and not to take me too far beyond my pain threshold.

“As this is the first time we have used the paddle,” you continue, “I will administer five swats. You will count down loudly and end each number with ‘Sir, I am sorry’.” As you are issuing your command, I feel the paddle sliding down my neck, over my breasts and around my hip, coming to stop on the soft flesh of my arse. I tense, waiting for the blow and my legs shake at the thought of the pain that is to come. You use your foot to push my ankles further apart so that I am stretched and having to stand slightly on tiptoes to relieve the pressure on my wrists.

You lift the soft leather paddle away from my arse and pause as you see my buttocks tense. “Relax, slut, it will make it easier,” you say and I immediately feel the paddle slapping down on my arse.

I shriek and rise higher onto my tiptoes as if this might help me to escape the pain that warms my arse. “One, I am sorry, Sir,” I cry out.

“Hmmm,” you bark. “I see I am going to have my work cut out for me tonight. You were supposed to be counting down! Let’s try this again, starting at five. You need to learn to listen.”

The paddle raises again and after a slight pause it comes down again onto my pinkening arse. “Five, Sir, I am sorry,” I shriek.

“Good, that is better,” you tell me, raising the paddle again. This time there is no pause and the blow takes me by surprise.

“Four, Sir, I am sorry.”

The next blow is a little firmer. “Three, Sir, I am sorry…. Please… it hurts…” I whimper.

“You know your safe word if you need it,” you bark. The paddle comes up again and back down with a slightly softer blow. My delicate flesh is turning a bright shade of pink. I wriggle in my restraints, despite florya escort knowing that there is no escape unless you choose or I use my safe word.

“Two, Sir, I am sorry,” I cry out. The paddle raises and comes back down swiftly.

“One, Sir, I am sorry,” I scream, feeling the pain radiate across my cheeks.

The paddle rises and comes down again firmly. This is actually the sixth blow, but I know better than to try to argue with you. “This is the end of your lesson, slut. What have you learnt?”

“I am sorry, Sir,” I reply. “I will remember to ask and wait for your permission before I cum.”

You lift the restraints from the bed, letting my arms drop as you unhook the chain from my wrists. You hold me and tell me, “Good slut. You have done well. I know the pain is hard for me, but you took it well. I am satisfied that you have learned your lesson.” Your words of approval and the feel of your arms around me help me to relax and I melt into you, resting my head against your chest.

“Now let me get something for that red bum of yours,” you say. “Lay on the bed and I will tend to it for you.” I lay down on my front as you go over to the chest of drawers. You return and get onto the bed behind me, opening my legs slightly so that you can kneel between them. You apply some lotion to your hands before leaning down to softly rub my red flesh. I sigh as the cool lotion and the soft touch of your hands sooth the burning.

As the pain subsides, I find myself opening my thighs wider and lifting my hips, silently inviting your hands to explore further. Your hands slowly circle my arse, rubbing the cream in. Occasionally your hand slides lower, gently rubbing my lips before coming back up between my cheeks. “If you are this wet, my slut, maybe my punishment wasn’t hard enough…” you tell me, smiling. You continue to massage my arse, beginning now to rub over my arsehole before you circle your finger around it. “Now, I think I’ve found a part of your body that we haven’t explored yet,” you say quietly. “What can we do with this?” I push my arse towards you slightly and the lotion on your finger allows it to gently tease my ass hole slightly open. Your other hand slides underneath me to reach my clit and I moan in pleasure. I smile and a soft giggle escapes my mouth as I playfully push my arse towards you again. “Are you wanting to be a dirty slut already? So soon after your punishment?”

“Yes, Sir,” I smile. “I am ready to be your dirty slut again.”

“Good girl,” you reply. “Then tonight I will make this ass mine.” You lift my hips into the air and wrap my hair gently into your fingers so that you can lift my head. I feel your cock bulging in your trousers and pressing against my arse. I stiffen slightly at the thought of your large cock stretching my tight ass, but I push back into you, letting you know that I want this. I wince slightly as the fabric of your trousers rubs against my arse, which is still sensitive from being paddled. You have made my mouth yours and my pussy. And I want my ass to be yours too. I need to be completely possessed by you.

“Get into position,” you order. “I want you to be resting on your forearms, arse up, presenting it to me, and tits hanging below you so that I can fondle them at my pleasure.” I move slightly into the requested position and you order me to remain still. You step off the bed and pause, admiring my body moving with every deep breath that I take. “Good slut,” you say and you softly slap my arse.

I silently wait in anticipation, my heart racing and my breathing becoming fast and shallow. My pussy is so wet that I can feel my juices beginning to slide down the inside of my thigh. I hear you undoing your belt somewhere behind me and I cannot resist tucking my head under my arm to try to watch. You notice me peeking and pull your belt out of the loops before whipping it in the air, making a loud crack. I squeak in surprise and move my head back to face forward, taking your hint about what you might do to me if I am not obedient. You chuckle softly and smile at my obedience, even when I am trying to push the limits. I listen hard and hear the sound of your zip sliding down, followed by the rustle of your trousers falling to the floor.

“It seems I can’t see your pussy and ass hole clearly, slut,” you say. I spread my legs wider, eager to please you. I hear you opening a drawer, using all my self-control to resist the urge to turn my head to peek, wanting this to be an exercise in pleasure, not another punishment. You return slowly and kneel behind me, placing some items on the bed behind me, where I cannot see them.

You place your hands firmly on my arse, one on each cheek and lean in towards me. I feel your tongue run right over my pussy and then a sudden shock of cold on my ass hole as the lube on your thumb teases the opening. You reach round to grab my breasts. Your thumb is still pressed to my ass kayaşehir escort and as you use my breasts to guide my back upwards, I slide back onto your thumb, squeaking in surprise as I feel the tip of your thumb slide into the tight but slippery opening. Unconsciously, I begin to move back and forward slightly on your thumb. You slowly circle my ass with your thumb, teasing the opening to gently ease it wider.

I feel your thumb being removed and then something solid pushing at the tight ring. You ease the buttplug into me slowly, pausing at the widest part before I eagerly push back on the plug, allowing it to nestle deep inside me. Then you take your cock in your hand and tease the opening of my wet pussy. I try to push back onto your cock, but you hold me firmly in place. After teasing for a bit longer, you pull your cock away. I moan, wanting more of you inside me, and then feel something buzzing against the base of the plug. You are holding a vibrator against the plug, using it to send the gentle buzz deep into my ass. My moans become louder as you increase the vibrations.

You turn off the vibrator and switch back to rubbing the opening of my pussy with your cock, holding me still again so that I am forced to submit to your teasing. I spread my legs wide, my lips parting in eagerness, wanting you to enter me, and my wet pussy dripping onto the tip of your cock. I feel you slide the plug out of my ass slightly and you watch as my hole opens before you slide it back in. You repeat this a few times until it seems to move more easily.

Then you get up. Grabbing my hips, you pull me to the end of the bed. My legs fall towards the floor and my body is pressed against the bed. I moan at this display of your need and arch my back, pushing my arse out to you in invitation. You remove the plug from my ass and replace it with two of your fingers, moving them slowly in and out and then spreading them gently inside me to stretch the tight hole. You order me to rub my clit, feeling me relax and my hole slowly opening as the pleasure distracts me. I feel your hard cock against my legs and push back onto your fingers. Your other hand suddenly pushes into my pussy, spreading it wide and feeling my juices flooding out onto your fingers.

“Please, Sir…” I beg, unable to help myself as I feel your cock stiffen further against my legs and needing you inside me. “Please fuck my ass.”

You smile. “You have been a good slut tonight,” you tell me, “and I am looking forward to cumming deep in your slutty hole.” I feel your hand moving away from my pussy and hear the click of a lid. “Present your hand, my slut,” you order. I obediently reach my hand back towards you and feel the cold lube being poured into my hand. I push back onto your fingers again and you feel a shiver run through my body at the anticipation of finally feeling my cock. You step forward so that I can reach your cock and my hand reaches out to grasp it tightly, trying to cover every part of it with the lube. I feel your cock throb in my hand at the sensation of the gel and the tight grip. When your cock is suitably slippery, you ask, “Are you ready, my slut? Are you ready for me to cum deep inside your ass and claim it as mine?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, pushing my arse out and presenting it to you invitingly. You slowly remove your fingers from my ass, spreading them to keep my hole wide. And then I feel the coldness of the lube on the tip of your cock, soon followed by the warmth of the hard tip sliding into my tight hole. I moan and you pause, ordering me to relax my ass. I do my best to soften the tight muscle, knowing that I can trust you to be gentle. My hands are stretched up the bed and I lean into it, grabbing the sheets in my fists. My eyes close and my breathing settles. When you feel my arse relax, you hold onto my hips and gently push into you. I grab the sheets harder and moan into the bed, feeling my ass hole being stretched wider than ever before. I concentrate on relaxing and as my hole opens you gently and slowly push another inch into me. You feel me tense and my ass clamps around your cock. You pause again, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of my ass stretching tightly around your hard cock.

“Breathe, relax… Don’t fight what you know you want, my slut,” you tell me softly and your words calm me, allowing my ass to relax and you to push your cock in deeper. I feel your grip tighten on my hips as you reach the final thrust. Your cock is deep inside me and your hips are pressing against my arse cheeks. You pause, feeling my warm arse tightening around your cock. I moan, feeling fuller than ever. When I have adjusted to the sensation, I push my chest into the bed, sliding off your cock slightly before pushing back onto it again. You allow me to control the pace and as I relax, I am able to speed up my movements. You are so aroused by the feeling of my tight ass gripping your cock and my wanton movements that it is not long before I hear your breathing deepen and feel your cock twitching inside me. You grab my waist firmly and I can sense your excitement by the urgency of your grip. Impaling me deeply onto your cock, you spurt your cum into me, filling me with the hot wetness. You hold my arse and rub my cheeks, taking pleasure in knowing that your cum is the first to ever fill my ass.

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It all started with the cheek that I exhibited to my Master and was immediately regretting it. He told me my punishment would come in time, but I didn’t believe Him, I thought He would let me get away with it because I was so new. I had not been His slave long, yet I had found Him to be very sensitive towards my needs, yet strict when the occasion called for it to be.

I woke up to find Him standing over me, glaring straight into my eyes, penetrating my soul. Quickly standing me in the middle of the room, not far from the bed. He quickly tied my arms behind my back, ignoring my little pleas. “Be quiet Gloria, otherwise your punishment will be more severe than you could ever imagine.”

Tying rope through the ring on the cuffs, He effectively threaded it through the pulley above me in the ceiling. Pulling the rope taut, the rope forced my body forward, making sure that I was bent fully at the waist so that my head was level with my arse, a painful position for me.

Slapping the inside of my thighs He spread them very wide, the drop in height causing a pained whimper from my throat, Him laughing at my predicament. Attaching a spreader bar and spreading my legs as wide as humanly possible, He seemed satisfied and cuffed my ankles in.

Pulling the violet wand out of His back pocket, I stared at the unfamiliar contraption. Turning it on, my eyes widened at the humming. Pressing the wand up against my top of my left breast, a scream forced it’s way out of my throat.

“Awwww,” He said mocking my pain, “Doesn’t the wittle baby wike that?” he asked, still pressing the horrid thing up against my now sweating body.

I started moaning in protest, making promises of being good… “I promise I will, just please don’t hurt me!” I whimpered softly. He ignored my pleas and feasted His eyes on my pouting exposed lips, the small pucker of my arse…..

“Mmmm…you look so good Gloria, good enough to eat.” He grinned wickedly as I gasped and my body reacted, by lubricating itself even more, to His dirty words.

“Look at you, you slut, knowing that this is punishment and you are still dripping.” He leant over and pulled hard on my pussy lips, forcing a pained squeal from my mouth, running His fingers along the wetness of my gaping pussy.

“We should find something, something that you won’t like.” He decided as He put the violet wand down.

Walking out of the room, leaving me in my tight bondage, still whimpering, He came back with His hands behind His back. “Pick which hand will hold your punishment Gloria”. I stayed silent and still as He smiled at me, amused.

“Come on Gloria, pick it.” I still remained silent and He shruged and grinned “Fine, I will use both on you.” He stepped closer and revealed what He had hidden behind His back, an expandable butt plug and harsh looking nipple clamps in one hand and a cat o nine tails in the other.

He laughed loudly at my frantic attempts to escape my prison of bondage. “Go on Gloria, try and escape, I can guarantee you that when I caught you, the punishment would be worse.” He let the seriousness of the situation that I was in, drip into His voice.

I begin screaming in earnest, “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Go on Gloria, scream, no one can hear you….too late for you to realise your mistake.” He said menacingly as He walked around me. My fright continued and heightened as He walked behind me, my frightened wails piercing the cool air.

“Gloria, be quiet, I thought your screams were funny to start with, but this is getting fucking ridiculous.” I was still screaming, not at all about to go down without a fight.

He got shitty and strode over the other side of the room, quickly coming back and showed me the gag He had in His hands, an inflatable one. I quickly shut my mouth.

“Come on Gloria, open your mouth.” bayrampaşa escort He said impatiently. I shook my head still silent. Pinching my nostrils and ensuring that I had no air, He watched me turn blue before I opened my mouth wide for air as He quickly put the gag in my mouth and fastened it behind my head. My head was shaking profusely, trying to shake the gag free, His amused chuckles echoing through the room.

“Now Gloria,” He said as He walked behind me, smacking my arse as He said so, “this is going to hurt a lot.” And without further ado, pushed the plug deep into my arse, my scream vibrating all around me and His chuckles leaving me shaking. “You didn’t like that did you Gloria? You don’t like the pain?” He asked with mirth.

My head shaking as He continued “I want you to see what you look like Gloria, all tied up, enduring this.” Pulling over a full length mirror, I shut my eyes.

“Open them Gloria, open your eyes and see what a dirty slut you look like, my dirty little slut.” I opened my eyes in response to the dominance in His voice, my breath audibly being taken in as I took in the view.

I saw a girl with brown skin, glistening with sweat, the rivulets running down every inch of my body, the short brown hair stuck to me in clumps, wet from the sweat. Shocked hazel eyes looking down further at my breasts, I see them sagging under my weight, defied by gravity.

Walking behind me, He viewed my pussy juices, running in earnest down my leg. “Look at you, you dirty slut, making a mess on the floor cos’ you are so fucking turned on right now, aren’t you? You want me to stick My cock inside of you and fuck you til you cum, hey Gloria?” He questioned, though not expecting an answer, enjoying the look of quiet desperation on my face.

Grinning evilly He said “Well my dear, I must tell you, we have many hours ahead of us and no one to hear you scream.”

He quickly swung the cat home, straight against my arse, enjoying the stripe of red, the loud squeal emitted through the gag. “I don’t want to hear you squealing bitch!” He said, as He quickly pumped the gag until it was unbearably tight.

Swinging the cat against my arse another ten times, no mercy, full pelt straight against my quivering aching arse.

Putting down the cat He quickly pumped the butt plug up until I was squealing and dancing on tiptoe, trying to avoid the pressure. Examining my pussy, He noted that I was leaking everywhere.

“You dirty slut!” He stated, picking up the violet wand. “I think you want something to touch your pussy, hey darling?” cold amusement heard in His voice. I had not seen that He had picked up the wand through my tears and I nodded furiously.

He showed me the wand in His hand “Very well then my lady, just warning though, this will probably hurt a lot.” My frantic struggles renewed as He moved closer to my pussy, sliding the wand along the lips of my cunt, screams exploding out of my mouth.

Sweating and panting, screaming constantly, not having the energy to move though. Sensing this He stopped with the treatment. “See, darling, this is breaking your spirit, making you Mine. This will teach you to never, ever, ever to defy Me again, right darling?” He questioned, pushing the wand up against my aching pussy, my screams the only answer that He needed.

“You know that you will never cross Me again.” Grabbing a few clamps, He clamped my pussy lips open, my juices gushing out forevermore, exposing my little clit, hiding against the hood, as if praying that His eyes would not find it. He looked up into the mirror, His eyes connecting with mine, revelling in the power that He felt, the look of submission on my face.

“Yes it hurts, doesn’t it darling?” His voice cold and calculating. I didn’t answer and it fulya escort seems to anger Him.

“Answer me!” He commanded as He quickly pressed the wand against my clit for a second, my scream threw me forward, Him seeming satisfied with my answer, proceeded to push my clit with the wand at different intervals, enjoying my pain, exulting in my misery.

Pressing the wand against my clit without mercy, He held it there, my screams turned to moans, then screams and shrieks, as I began to push against the wand, then pull away from the extreme pain.

Holding the wand against my clit He began to count, One… Two…. Three… Four…. Five…. Six…. Seven…. Eight… Nine… and I came. I came hard and all over the place, the bonds holding my weakly tortured body up, my body hanging as wave after wave crashed over me, holding me prisoner in the most intense orgasm that I had ever felt.

Still hanging from my bonds, He looked strangely put out, maybe He wasn’t thinking that I was going to orgasm from such a torturous experience. He took off the gag, I drew a deep breath and said “Thankyou Master, thankyou for punishing me and teaching me to never defy You again,” I whispered softly, my eyes pointed towards the ground.

“Oh no Gloria, you are going to look me in the eyes and talk louder, you aren’t going to get away with that.” My cheeks turned a bright crimson at His words.

Stammering, “Th…Thankyou Master, th…thankyou f… for p.. p..punishing m….me a…and t…teach…teaching me to ne….ne…never def…defy You a… a… again.” Seeming satisfied with my submission, He left the room and continued to let me hang in my torturous position.

Coming into the room with a sadistic smile on His face He continued over toward me, gagging me again, unbuckling my arms, my pained whimper sounding as the blood rushed quickly into them. Still not speaking, He untied my legs and undid the clamps between my thighs, holding my pussy lips open.

My legs immediately shutting on His hand at the unexpected pain, the blood rushing through them had me gasping for air. Leaving the plug in my arse, He led me over to the bed, not speaking once. His silence had me unnerved as He laid me down on the bed and reached for my hands.

Bringing them above my head, He tightly tied first my right hand to the right outer post of the bed, then the left, making sure the bonds were inescapable.

Sliding His hands down my arms to my nipples, giving a soft tweak, stirring my nipples into action. A soft moan is heard from me and He smirked. Sliding down to my abused puffy pussy lips.

Sliding up the hood, He could see my clit, bright red and very sensitive. He brought His fingers to my pussy, just resting softly on it to gauge my reaction. My legs immediately bucked up and a squeal was heard through the gag.

Still smirking He quickly tied my legs wide apart, so that I was spread eagled on the bed. You left the room for a while, letting me stay there in anticipation. His silence had truly thrown me off the track and I was not sure why He was so suddenly quiet.

Coming back into the room, He tied a blindfold over my eyes, still not speaking and slipped earphones over my ears snugly, shutting out all sound. I wiggled uncomfortably at the thought of not being able to see, hear, feel or talk. I am sure that I could feel His mirthless gaze upon my naked, abused body.

Leaving me a while, so that my anticipation heightened, He came back. All that I could feel were His incredibly soft hands, sliding up and down my nipples. Stopping occasionally to tweak the hard nubs.

He pulled the head phones away quickly and said the following “Gloria, I am so disappointed with you, I thought you may have learned from your punishment, but obviously yenibosna escort I was wrong….. since when are you allowed to orgasm without My permission?”

My body reacting to the words and I tried to give an apology, the gag muffling everything that I said. “It’s no time for excuses!” His cold voice cut in “It’s time for your punishment.” And with that He slipped the headphones over my ears, my body wiggling trying to show Him that I could be good. I could almost imagine His merciless smile on His face.

Again pulling at my nipples, rubbing them, squeezing them, pulling on them painfully, I submitted to my tears, too tired to fight. “That’s the way darlin’, you feel that I’m breaking your will to fight, I’m breaking you so that you are Mine.”

Quickly grabbing my right nipple, and pulling up He attached a nipple clamp, stars exploded through my mind. The torture device had crushed my nipple to a pulp, His laughter could be heard and I know that He was laughing at my discomfort. Quickly doing the same to the left nipple, I screamed out in pain, my body awash with agony.

Removing the headphones He said “Gloria, I am going to give you ten strokes with the flogger, if you can handle it, you may cum, but only after you ask permission.” He kept the earphones away and I realised the predicament that I was in, I could not speak through the gag and therefore would not be able to cum.

Taking away my blindfold, I blinked in the weak light, it stinging my eyes, and they took a minute to readjust. I looked at Him, coldly in control and He was bringing the flogger down full force on my exposed pussy. Bang, a scream is ripped from my throat, my body convulsing at the intense pain. He stopped a minute to take in His handy work and struck again, bang, I scream again tears running down my face, soaking me.

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang… multiple swats, my body becoming numb with the hits, a wave starting to rise in me. Could that be….no surely….its impossible… Bang…the wave rising faster, Bang…. it’s almost reaching its peak, my body wiggling, trying to utter that I need to cum, BANG….I didn’t reach the peak in time and the tide recedes back as fast as it had come.

He looked at me with love and respect in His eyes, proud that I had taken my punishment. He took the gag away from me and I drew in a shuddering breath, “Thankyou for my punishment Master,” I said strongly and clearly, looking into His eyes.

“That’s alright pet.” He said, looking down fondly at me. He straddled my chest and His hard on was staring me in the face, His body weight was pressing down uncomfortably on the nipple clamps. Not daring to move, I silently watched in desperation to please Him again.

Him seeming to know this, said “Pet, you may please Me.” I quickly moved in and engulfed His member, inching down fast, then sliding up just as fast, sucking and licking with verve, trying to please Him and make Him happy again with me.

Sucking His cock with force, I quickly changed tactics and slid my tongue all the way up and down the shaft, swirling it around and around. Licking His fat cock like a child with a lollipop. Sliding down His cock again, choking myself, impaling my throat on the monstrosity that He called a cock.

He must have been very turned on because He quickly withdrew out of my mouth and entered my pussy quickly, His hardness filling me completely. I cried out in pleasure, my eyes turning a rich chocolate brown. He thrust in and out quickly and I felt the waves building fast and high again, racing toward me, my blood rushing, my pussy contracting around His fat cock.

Thrusting in and out harder, He added a bit of air to the butt plug, my moans increase, I was almost there, the wave was about to crash over me. I screamed “Master, please, please, please may I cum for you?”, He remained silent as my hysteria heightened.

“Please may I cum for you my Master?” I squealed desperately.

He moaned as He came “Cum for Me pet, cum hard for Me, cum all over My cock!” A pure animalistic scream of pleasure tore from my gut, my body crashing as wave after wave, I rode full of pleasure…knowing that I had finally pleased Him.

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