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In the time leading up to the Old Queen and King were to step down and Melody and Jonathan were to take over, it had been a crazy build up. Melody had gotten used to everyone obeying her every command. Ally has taken to her new position quite well and still will please both Melody and Jonathan whenever they feel the need. During a training session Ally noticed two subs talking. Ally walked over to them.

“Get in position you two scums.”

The two looked at her and continued talking. Ally went over and hooked them both up to septate rigs and hung them up. She then gagged and taped their mouths

“When you are under my eye and in my class you will listen and obey. This is just punishment one and more will follow.”

Just then Melody and Jonathan walked in. “Ally can we speak to you please?” Jonathan asked with a stern look

“Yes My Lord.”

The three of them walked outside and Ally went to her knees. Jonathan lifted her up to stand. “We have heard talk of someone wanting to overthrow us before Melody takes the crown. What have you heard?”

“Nothing much but the two I just hung up have been talking awful lot today. I had to separate them and well you saw.”

“We will take those two now then. You don’t mind do you?”

“Not at all.

The three walked in and Melody called for two guys to come and get the two that were hanging up. When they left Jonathan and Melody gave Ally a kiss and left.

“So how long are we going to make them hang there?”

“As long as you want. They are ours to play with.”

Melody smiled and walked with Jonathan in toe. When they got to where the two guys were, Jonathan soon recognized them. “It’s best let me handle these two. They are quick and will stop and nothing to harm you.”

“Well then I think we should give it a go. I’m not missing this chance to play. I guess it will be a while before I play again.”

“Very well, then follow me.”

Jonathan led Melody out of the room and into another. This one had a bed and a few straps to go with it. Jonathan sat down and patted for Melody to do the same.

“You are not going to strap me down so you have all the fun are you?”

“No I’m not but listen. Those two are more of my siblings. There 5 of altogether. The Taker is dead, you know that. Me, those two, and there is one more. No one has seen him in years. Now with those two in there can only mean something big is going to happen and someone needs to be ready for it.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Those two will get out of any trap you set. They could be after you, Ally, me or all three of us.”

“If they were after Ally they would not have let her do that to them. Would they?”

“No telling, what they will allow and won’t allow. Please I’m begging you let me go deal with them.”

“What will I do in the mean time?”

“Go to our room and wait. Ask for whatever you think you will need.”

“You’re not coming back are you?”

“Goddess willing I am. Now we will walk out together and you will walk to the door. Nowhere else.”

Melody nodded and stood with Jonathan. They walked out to find the two guys gone. The door was still shut and Jonathan shoved Melody back into the room. Soon there was arms around the both of them.

“Get off me.” Melody said as she struggled.

“Fat chance you. Now get down.” One of them said He threw Melody down on the floor and she rolled into the wall. When she tried to get up she felt a foot on her back. “If you want him to live stay down, till I tell you.”

“Please let her go. You have me.” Jonathan said as she struggled.

“Now why would we take you brother? When we could have her?” the second one said

“She will make us a fine salve. No harm in sharing.” The first one stated with a grin

“You don’t understand. I’m next in line. Taker is dead.” Jonathan said as they bound him with straps.

“Even better. You will die and I will be the King.” The first one said.

“AAAAHHHHH,” Melody yelled as she was yanked up by her hair. “What do you two want?”

“To see you in pain and screaming for your loved one. Now in you go.” The second said as she threw her into a cage. Melody turned around and hear it lock before she could stop it. The first brother grabbed her wrists and tied them together threw the bars. “How nice your hands are free like this. Now on your knees.”

Melody looked over at Jonathan who was shaking his head no. The first one saw this and smacked Jonathan. “That’s enough out of you.”

“Knees or he dies.”

Melody got on her knees. “Good girl. Open wide.” Melody opened and found a dildo inserted in her mouth. She then felt it being tied to the bars and her hands tied to a hook. “This come out of your mouth before I tell you and you will never see anyone again.”

Melody felt göztepe escort a few tears fall down her face. She then watched as they took Jonathan and strapped him to a dolly. “Any last words for your little pet over there?”

“I love you. Remember what we talked about. I will return. Sage and Willow only.”

“That’s enough.” Said the first one and a gag was inserted in his mouth. They both then wheeled him out of site. Just before he left the first one turned to her. Wait an hour then you can let go. I’ll know if you disobey.” The door closed and Melody screamed hoping someone would hear her.

After about ten minutes of screaming Ally came in. She saw Melody there and ran to her. “Who did this?”

“Brothers” Melody mumbled.

“Can you take this out?” Ally wondered

“Hour?” She continued to mumble

“I want to say it has been about fifteen minutes. Can I untie your hands at least?” Ally looked down and saw she was hooked to a timer. “I’ll take that as a no. Looks like you have forty-five minutes to go. If you try to get out I guess is explodes.”

“You’re a smart one.” The first brother said

Ally turned around to see both brothers standing in the door way.

“I’ll give you this scum, you have loyalty on your side.” The second brother mentioned as he stepped around

“Now Dom want to be, are you going to come with us willingly or by force?” the first one asked as he grabbed straps

“I’m not leaving her.” Ally said turning around back to Melody

“Yes you are. I see you have chosen force.” The second one said as he began to walk over

“I see you have chosen to get your ass kicked.” Ally said as she turned around

All three leapt to one another each one fighting someone and waiting for an opening. Soon one of them got the jump on Ally and got her pinned down.

“Stay still you wench. No one cares for you.” The first brother said as the second one cuffed her hand together.

“Let me up now you pig.” Ally said as she struggled

“Get up here.” The two raised her up and held onto her. She soon found a gag in her mouth and a blindfold on. She tried to kick around but they tied her feet together so she couldn’t move. Melody screamed at them to let her go, the two just laughed.

“See you around, Wench.” The door was shut and she heard a latch. Melody wondered how much time she had left. She screamed until she no longer had a voice. Soon she heard beeping and felt her cuffs go free. Melody move her hands and got up. She opened the cage door and ran for the main door. She started pounding and trying the lock. Nothing.

“Somebody? Anybody please help me.” She shout but no one came. Melody looked around and saw that there wasn’t much in the room. She went to the other room where the bed was and looked around. She then saw where she and Jonathan sat. She didn’t hesitate a moment and she flipped the mattress. She saw a note with a key.

“My dear: not knowing who you are please forgive if memories are not yours. When reading this, my oldest brother is dead and I’m next. There are three more to come. No telling who they will take or what they will do to get to the crown. Please use the key and go to the door that matched the design. Seek council form the master. Tell him that the Marshalls have taken me, if there is anyone else mention them too. Do not be afraid for you were chosen for something great. Be well my dear, the day is long the night is short. Squire”

Melody took a moment and cried a bit. She then took the key and saw that a row of doors appeared. She found the one that matched the design and she unlocked it. It led down a long hallway that opened to a large room. The only light was shining on her.

“Hello, is The Master here?” Melody asked in no particular direction

“Who seeks the master?” a voice called out.

“My name is Melody. I was chosen by Jonathan, I mean Squire.”

“On what night did he first see you?” the voice said again

“January 6th.”

“What was the last questions and statement he made to you?”

“He asked me to marry him and be Queen. The last statement he made before his brothers took him was Sage and Willow. They also took my soon to be lady in waiting.”

Just then the lights came on and in walked a man. Melody couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Jonathan is that you?”

“No I am Squire’s twin brother the Master. Why are you the one you call Jonathan.”

Melody feel to the floor crying. “You have no idea what hell I have been through. I want this all to end.”

“That can be arranged. Do you want death, memory whipped clean, both, or do you want to return; remember everything and yet never be truly happy because you know your love is out there for you never to see again.”

“You can’t be serious. I love him more than anything. I gave up my life for him and now you’re telling me that no matter what option I’ll not have him? Well guess what I call your bullshit. çorlu escort Now get your brothers in here with my fiancé and lady in waiting. We are going to kick some ass and break some necks.”

“My Queen please calm yourself. Here drink this.” The Master said as he held up a glass

“No. I’m fine. I’ll not drink anything that will knock me out. No more.” Melody said still with tears in her eyes

“We are getting nowhere, Melody? Is it?” the Master asked

“Yes Melody. I shall call you Stefan” Melody said with a questionable look

“Very well. Let me answer some of the basics before you ask. We are twins. He is older by 10 minutes. He chose rank by titles, I chose the ultimate rank. We don’t talk for different matters. One thing we can agree on is that you will make a fine Queen and the other two were wrong to take them. Now tell me where the Taker is?” Stefan asked

“Dead.” Melody answered quickly

“I see. Well that answers a lot.” Stefan said with a small grin

“As to what? He tried to kill me three times, he tried to make me his twice. He was a scumbag and it was on Jonathan’s order and with me in agreement, his neck was snapped and he was burned.” Melody began to raise her voice.

“Who did it?” Stefan asked

Willfred got a look in his eyes that told Melody not to say anything.

“I don’t know I was so frazzled I just heard snap his neck and I agreed.” Melody said with a small wink to Willfred

“Very well. Let us go collect your Jonathan and Lady in waiting.” Master said with a smile.

Meanwhile Jonathan and Ally were being wheeled somewhere that was unfamiliar to them. They weren’t sure what was going to happen. Soon Jonathan felt them stop and heard a door open. He was then wheeled in and tossed on the ground. He then felt his restraints being removed.

“Move before you hear the door shut and you die.” Said his first brother.

Jonathan listened to hear if Ally would join him and soon he heard the door shut. He waited a moment. When heard nothing he began to move. He took off the blindfold and gag. He saw a small light and a table with a chair. On the table he saw a small TV with a note that said “Watch me”. He turned the TV on and saw Ally being wheeled into a room.

“Smile for your master. I’m sure he’s watching now” the second brother said

Ally struggled and screamed but she was unable to move. Soon she heard chains rattling and being wrapped around her body.

“Do us a favor and really scream at this one. For this we want to hear just how loud you can be.” The first brother said with a smile as he stroked her hair.

Jonathan watched as they hooked cables up to the chains and made sure they were on bare skin. Soon they attached them to a battery. Ally let out a little scream when the first cable was attached. Then she let it out when the second one was attached. They removed a cable and she tried to catch her breath. They put it on again and she let out a smaller one. Her voice was gone.

“Oh now that’s no fun.” The second one said

Jonathan had tears in his eyes and he saw them just toss her on the floor and walk out. He watched as Ally struggled and tried to move she couldn’t. She looked up and saw the camera. She just nodded hoping Jonathan was still watching. Jonathan nodded back, not knowing if she could see him or not but at least he knew it meant till death.

Jonathan sat back as he watched her struggle over and over again. He also jumped at every sound that he heard.

“This is the worse torture ever.” He muttered under his breath.

“Now then our new Queen” the first brother said. Jonathan looked up and saw his brothers walk in. They think Ally is the new Queen. They got it mixed up. Jonathan hid a smile and chuckle as he knew they wouldn’t see the days end. If they were found they were that is. He saw the remove the ball gag. Ally didn’t say anything. “Tell us where the key to the palace is?” the first brother continued

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Pig.” Ally tried to spit but her hair was pulled back before she could get it out.

“You will tell us or we will be forced to end your reign before it begins.” The second brother said

“Let me go and I will go easy on you when I take the crown.” Ally said as she tried to breath

“Were not that stupid. We made up a list and guess what your new King will have to sign it too.” The first brother said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“He won’t sign anything till I sign it, and I can’t sign anything till you release me.” Ally said with a look that could kill.

“Try anything funny and your neck is ours.” The second brother said as he cut away.

Ally looked at the camera and nodded again. He knew she was up to something. As soon as her hands were free they shoved the clip board into her face. “Sign” they said together. Ally took the board and pen and signed. She handed it back and without looking the first brother ümraniye escort took it over to the camera and said “See that” “Third door on the left from you. Wait for 2 knocks.” “All we need now is yours.”

Jonathan got up knowing anytime now would be the moment. He watched as they untied Ally and she jumped the second brother who was closer and snapped his neck sending them both to the ground. “I’ve waited a long time for this.” The first brother turned around and saw Ally leaping in the air towards him. She clocked him with her foot and pounced on him. He stumbled back she got her footing and went right in between the legs sending him to the ground. She walked over to him and gaged him. She then found the chains and chained his hands she dragged him down the hall and knocked twice on the door. She opened it and saw Jonathan there.

“Here. I figured you needed it more then I” Ally said out of breath

“Thank you. Now brother. Do I snap your neck or wait for the master to arrive? Hym. I’ll go with.” Crack “snapping your neck” Jonathan said with a sigh and smile. “Do you remember how to get out of here?” Jonathan asked Ally

“Well I know we go this way” Ally said pointing to her right. She began to walk back words. They were about three turns in when they heard a small gasp.

Ally turned around and Jonathan looked up. There they saw the Master with Melody. Melody ran to Jonathan and leapt into his arms and hugged him and kissed him she then reached over and grabbed Ally. All three started to cry.

“Time to go” the master said.

All three locked elbows and began walking. Melody didn’t know who to stare at more. So she twisted her head at both of them. When they arrived back at the palace Jonathan opened the door and both girls entered. He held the door open for the master as well.

“Can I just say that if you throw any more of this our way I will have you killed! I don’t give a crap about your title. What the hell did I ever do to you? What did he do? Wait don’t answer that last part. He’s your brother, he did a lot of shit I get it. But still…” Melody said as she began to raise her voice.

“Melody clam down. You did nothing and really neither did he. Ally your clear too.” The Master said

“Then why?” Jonathan asked

“Mother and Father wanted to see what she would do if you were taken. They wanted to see who would she go after, mate or friend. They didn’t expect both.” The master said

“So what now?” Melody asked

“Call me Stefan. Thanks to Melody for giving me the name. Also now you two prepare for the crown and a child. It has to happen within the first year. You know this and she should too.”

“Wait a second. Passionate, Baby, Death. You’re kidding me. You said that all and you meant it. Even when you said not now you still were planning on it. So what I give birth and that’s it?” Melody again began to get loud

“No you will live as long as you live.” Jonathan said rubbing her arm to calm her down

“So I give birth and what?” Melody asked as she fell back into his arms

“You remain Queen till your oldest comes of age or you step down.” Stefan said

“Oh. What about Ally?” Melody asked

“What about her? She is your Lady in waiting, your trusted advisor. I will not remove her from you until you say too. Also considering what happened I don’t think her being alone anymore will do. She will have guards inside and out of her room.” Stefan replied

“No I will not.” Everyone turned to Ally. “I will not be baby sat. I will be in the palace with Melody and Jonathan. We will keep one another limber and train together. I will train new guards and new post holders. I want my own room and all my toys. I would like to still have prisoners to play with. I want my own office so I can keep track of everyone and everything I have. I want one night a week just Melody and I. To go do something she wants to. To give her a break. I will hold office one night a week while you two go out and keep that flame alive. If you say no to any of these I will jump out the window and that’s it.” Ally said with a stern voice

“Do you think I would ever say no to you darling?” Stefan asked with a smile

“Darling?” Melody and Jonathan said together

“Oh yes we got married about 3 years ago.” Ally answered

Jonathan looked stunned. He didn’t know what to say or do.

“I’m just now finding this out why?” Melody asked.

“Trust. And I wanted to make sure you two would work out.” Ally said with no emotion showing

“OK Now I have something to add. I want you to take a night and be with your husband.” Melody said with a smile

“Deal” the master said before Ally could object.

“Do we all agree say yes.” Jonathan asked

“Yes” they said together

“Opposed?” Silence

“Very well then. Let’s go tell mom and dad the news.” Ally said.

“Mom and Dad?” Stefan asked

“Fine Queen and King.” Ally said rolling her eyes.

They all chuckled as they left, as they were walking each were looking into the others eyes. Melody saw her torture room and wondered if she would ever step foot in there again. Jonathan squeezed her tight, he must have seen that wondering look in her face. “You might.” was all he said. Melody smiled and they continued till came to the large doors with two guards outside of it.

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She parked her car down the street and around the corner, just in case someone was watching. It was late but her old dog kept strange hours, so he might be awake and he might look out his window, or he might not. It didn’t matter, she was here and she was close and she was excited and she was going to get what she wanted.

As she stepped out of the car she looked down to double check her outfit. Thigh highs, check. Short shorts, check. Tight shirt, no bra and extra cleavage, check. She knew that this outfit would probably get her raped in some bad neighborhoods, but since that was ultimately her goal tonight, that was not a problem. Her old dog was going to get a handful of horny kitty and she knew just what to wear to get him all over her. Of course those hot emails have probably gotten him revved up too, she thought, but that didn’t matter, she was within minutes of seeing him and she wanted to see him so badly.

She slung her purse over her shoulder, full of extra stuff for a multiple day stay, and headed down the dark street. As she came up to the house she saw the lights on in the front room but the curtains were closed. Was her old dog up? Should she just come in the front door? No, he had told her where he kept the extra key and she really wanted to surprise him.

She headed up the driveway and to the side of the house. It was dark along the side of the house. The tall trees blocked out most of the moon and no streetlights threw their light along the dark corridor. Her eyes slowly got used to the dark. How to open the gate…oh yes here, this yellow string. With a pop the gate opened.

“Along the side of the house is the small garage door” she said to herself as she knelt down and found the kitty door. How appropriate she thought, Im a sneaky little kitty using the kitty door so I can sneak in and surprise my old dog and have him molest me. The kitty door was blocked off…what did he say… “Oh yeah, lift up the little plastic thing.”

The plastic piece slid up and the little kitty reached in and to the right. The key should be hanging on a hook to the right the old dog said. YUCK. Dirt and cobwebs and leaves. What a disgusting house that boy keeps. THERE, the key. The little kitty grabbed the key, closed the plastic door so their real kitty wouldn’t get out and moved along the house toward the back door.

The back of the house was dark. She was tempted to go along the other side of the house to see if her dog was awake or if she could hear him breathing through his window if it was open, but decided against it. They have so much shit back here she thought, I would probably trip over something and ruin the surprise. She slid the screen door to the side and fumbled the key into the lock. It turned with a click and she grabbed the door with both hands to slide it open. It was heavy and it took some force to slide it open.

The room was very dark with just a small amount of light and noise coming from the front of the house. The smell of the house hit her. Sweat and boy and was that a faint hint of her old dog?….maybe. She breathed in deeply and got a stronger whiff of her old dog then stepped into the house, excited, she was so close to her doggy. She turned and shut the door, fumbling the lock closed and turned, her hands out and slowly made her way along the couch.

She sensed rather than heard or felt the presence behind her. As she started to turn a hand grabbed her hair roughly, jerking her head back and then she was thrown forward and bent over the back of the couch, the rough fabric digging into the skin of her belly as her shirt fell forward.

For a brief moment a shot of panic coursed through her and then her kitty reflexes kicked in. She kicked out and connected with a leg. Her attacker gave a grunt. Her hands reached for the only target they could get to, the hand that had grabbed hold of her hair forcing her her head down and bending her painfully over the couch. Whoever it was moved closer, forcing his legs between hers, protecting himself from her kicking while the kitty’s nails raked down tuzla escort his arm.

His free hand tried to control her as she scratched and tore at the hand forcing her head down but without much success. The hand in her hair grabbed more firmly, yanked up once hard, wrenching the little kitty’s neck and bowing her back and then forced her more firmly down into the cushions, pushing her body forward and lifting her legs up off the ground. Her legs flailed around ineffectually as she tried to kick her assailant but her legs were split in a V, her attackers’ weight pushing her hips firmly into the couch. She tried to jab with the heel of one boot but the angle was all wrong and she couldn’t connect. Her nails continued to do their damage to the hand holding her face into the cushions.

It was getting hard to catch her breath, being pushed up against the cushions and having her attackers weight on her back was starting to interfere with her ability to breathe. The attackers free hand slid down her back and joined his first hand grabbing a clump of hair through the neck of her shirt. Then with a quick jerk her attacker pulled her shirt partially over her head and tangled her arms briefly. She was starting to feel faint due to lack of air, but the little kitty struggled to free her hands from the tangling cloth so she could continue to do what damage she could.

The pressure on her hips lessened, her attackers free hand started fumbling with her belt, pulling it this way and that. Something snapped and fabric tore. Her shorts and panties were torn down past her ass, forced down even though her shorts were not fully unzipped. Something dug painfully into the left side of her hip, a rivet, a part of her belt or maybe the zipper of her shorts but she didn’t care. The pain sent a bolt of pleasure up and down her spine. She freed her hands and went back to mauling his right hand and arm. She felt more than heard his zipper come down and then the heat of his crotch was pressed up against her bare ass. So warm. She could feel his hard throbbing dick pinned between them. It was pretty obvious he was very aroused she could feel it pulsing against her. The kitty tried bucking him off but with no leverage she was unable to do much.

Her attacker leaned forward and pushed down on her again, pinning her waist against the back of the couch causing it to dig painfully into her bare belly. He weighed so much, it was hard to breathe. The air was pressed out of her and with her face pushed up against the cushions she wasn’t able to bring in enough air. She started to scratch even harder at the arm rigidly holding her head down in an effort to get her head free so she could take in a breath. She could feel blood running down his wrist into her hair, but the pressure did not lessen. She was dragged back slightly, her face coming up and she gasped for air. The heels of her boots hit the floor but the little miss was too busy gasping for air to think of doing much of anything other than breathing and clawing up the hand wrenching her head around.

Then she felt a hard hot pressure down below. She held her incoming breath in anticipation. The pressure got more insistent. She was so aroused, but it had been so long, she was tighter than normal, and she was somewhat dry as always. With a nearly audible pop his dick forced its way inside her. Dry skin on dry skin sliding in, painful and yet so good. He forced himself in all the way, his dick rubbing her so good as he bottomed out. She barely heard his grunt from behind her as an “Oh, yes” escaped her lips faintly. It had been two months and it felt so good.

Any thought of whether this was her old dog or not were driven from her head as he started to thrust into her. Whoever it was wrenched back on her hair, bowing her back up painfully. Faint moans were driven from her as he started thrusting his dick into her, with slow full strokes. Her hands, which had been clawing and scratching, grabbed hold of her attackers forearm just above the hand that held her pendik escort head back so painfully,no longer trying to cause damage, just holding on tightly. So tightly that her nails dug in breaking skin and causing damage regardless.

He continued to thrust, slowly speeding up his tempo. Pulling back as far as he could till he was nearly out and thrusting in again as deeply as he could. The hand in her hair did not let go. He was using that hank of hair to pull her body back roughly and control her movements as he thrust forward. Their bodies met with a meaty slap. She could feel her scalp pulling, the pain adding to the pleasure of his thrusting.

His free hand, no longer concerned with protecting his own skin started roaming around her body as it wanted. He reached around and grabbed a breast. He started out softly, rubbing and tweaking her nipple and then grabbed hold roughly, kneading her breast like bread. He used the one hand in her hair and the other hand roughly clutching her breast to pull her roughly toward him as he thrust himself into her with abandon. She cried out, in both pleasure and pain. The couch dug painfully into her belly, blending with the pain from her pulled hair and the mauling that her left breast was taking. Her moans started coming faster and louder timed with his thrusting as he angled his dick in just the right way to hit the good spots.

The little kitty was moaning with abandon lost in the pleasure and the pain when he slowed down, leaning forward. She could feel his breath panting close to her ear. His hand let go of her breast and reached around and he grasped her throat softly, just enough pressure to cut off her moans, but not as much as she wanted. She pushed her head forward, pulling against the hand in her hair, moving her throat into his hand, telling him what she wanted. How she wanted him to grab hard and hold to choke her, but he refused. His breath was close to her neck and she tried to jerk her head back to hit him in the face but the hand in her hair held her head firmly. The hand on her throat held her steady and his lips brushed the side of her neck gently, nibbling here, licking there, and then the kitty gave out a loud moan as he bit down hard.

The hand on her throat gripped harder, choking her moans off suddenly as he bit and bit, working his way down her neck to her shoulder and back. His hand was not only cutting off blood circulation but her breath as well. She gurgled and tried to draw in breath as he continued to savage her neck and back. His weight was on her, holding her still. His dick was still lodged inside her, but not moving much. His hands controlled her upper body, one hand pulling her head back painfully by her hair and the other gripping her throat. He kept her back bowed and his weight on her while he continued to bite and chew on her shoulders and neck. The little kitty was starting to feel faint, lack of blood and oxygen causing her to feel somewhat detached from her body.

The biting slowed and eventually stopped although she was feeling so faint that she didn’t register it. She felt his upper body rise up away from her back. His hand gave quick painful squeeze and then lessened the pressure on her throat, and she again drew in breath.

He started thrusting again, so slowly, frustratingly slowly. The hand in her hair and the hand on her throat held her steady while for minutes he continued the slow, full pounding. Nearly out, then quickly in to the fullest. Pause, then again. It felt so good, but maddeningly slow.

After a short while the hand on her throat released and started moving around her body again. He squeezed her damaged shoulder bringing a soft moan out of her throat. Then the hand in her hair grasping hard and forced her head down so she was bent painfully at the waist. Slowly the thrusting increased. Long full strokes, getting faster. His hand grazed her breasts, giving a squeeze and then slowly moved down her back.

She felt the hand come to rest on her butt and as his strokes maltepe escort gained in speed she felt a strange pressure. A finger was circling her asshole. She wanted to say no but didn’t. Her old dog was always fascinated by her asshole but it felt so weird, but his stroking dick felt so good and drove out any thought of complaining. As the thrusts sped up the circling became more insistent and eventually his thumb forced its way in. Dry, it was slightly painful and it felt like she was trying to push it out, but the dick thrusting into her felt so good.

His speed was about as fast as she had experienced. Long full strokes, starting to get painful. She was very excited but starting to dry out and his dick was starting to rub in that painful way she liked so much. It was hard to think of anything but the dick inside her. The hand in her hair pulled her back harder and harder while the thumb in her ass was thrusting in and out, counter-stoking to the dick in her pussy. The pain in her scalp, neck, back, belly, ass and the pleasure/pain in her pussy were all blending together. Moans escaped her lips as her old dog threw himself into her over and over so hard the couch was rocking and moving.

With an “Oh fuck” he pulled out, spewing everywhere. The thumb came out of her ass with a pop as he let her hair go and the little kitty fell forward into the cushions gasping, cum spattering her back, thighs, butt and hair. His moans were timed with the shots raining on her.

She could hear her old dog panting as he fumbled around in the dark a bit. She could feel the cum dripping down her thighs and pooling on her back. He moved away for a moment and was back quickly. She smelled Lysol and then he started to clean her back and ass with a wipe in the dark. His hands roamed over her body lightly, gently wiping her down but also brushing her in that way she liked so much.

He pulled her shorts and panties down over her boots and she stepped out of them. He pulled her shirt off and cleaned her as best he could. She lay there enjoying the moment and letting him clean her. He handed her two wipes, grabbed her clothes and purse and then walked off. She heard the bathroom fan come on while she wiped herself in the dark, catching some of what he missed. She was covered in spunk, it was in her hair!!

The little miss finally got up off the back of the couch and headed toward the now dark bathroom to finish cleaning. She turned on the light and took inventory in the mirror standing there naked except for her fuck me boots. It was obvious that she had been fucked. Her hair was a mess. A palm and 5 fingers were clearly imprinted on her left breast and her nipple was red and throbbing. Her throat was red and some of the bite marks on her neck were lightly bleeding. There was a red line that cut her in half where the couch had dug in and rubbed her belly and hips.

Her clothes and purse were on the bathroom sink. It was obvious her dog had tried to do some cleaning but thank goodness she had brought a spare set of clothes, these would need to be washed before she could wear them again. She wet a washcloth and wiped herself down, dabbed the blood off her neck, brushed her hair and then gathered up her things and then headed into her dog’s bedroom wearing nothing but her boots.

It was dark and quiet, although she could hear still slightly ragged breathing coming from the bed. Quietly the little kitty put her things on the dresser, slipped off her boots and headed to her side of the bed. She lifted up the covers, slipped in and pulled the covers over her, shivering slightly as her skin hit the cold sheets. She shimmied backwards until she hit warm flesh and snuggled up against it.

A hand snaked under her neck and grabbed her shoulder and pulled her tightly back into him, the other arm coming over the top of her and lightly he brushed his fingers against the little kitty’s face and then his hand trailed down and started its movement along her body. Glancing lightly over her painful breast, across her belly and down her thigh and then back up along her side. His hand brushed the hair away from her ear and she felt breathing next to that ear and a voice said “Welcome home Little Miss.” The little kitty gave his arms a strong squeeze and a quick kiss, snuggled up tightly in her her old dog’s embrace and quickly fell into a deep contented sleep that didnt last very long at all….

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Katherine was enjoying her day with Lynn, making love and talking about everything under the sun. Lynn had just finished getting fucked long, slow and hard by Katherine wearing the strap on dildo and she was now getting her pussy licked as she came. Katherine lapped at her lovingly, tasting her honey and enjoying her rewards for her efforts. Lynn basked in her feelings for Katherine and the wonderful way she made love to her. After finishing her treat, Katherine shifted up and kissed Lynn, sharing the rich flavor of her own cum with her.

“You taste so sweet Lynn. I could lick you for hours and never get tired of tasting you.” Katherine told her as she rolled on her side to face Lynn.

“I’m not going to say no to that. I love tasting you as well. You are such a delight when you cum. It just seems to go on forever.” Lynn said with great delight.

“It’s just that I enjoy the love of a good licking and fucking by someone I enjoy being with that excites me like that.” Katherine told her.

“So I do it for you?” Lynn asked her.

“You sure do. You put so much feeling and enjoyment into it, who wouldn’t.” Katherine replied.

“Well, that just goes to show you how much I think of you.” Lynn said back.

“I wish I was 20 years younger, so we would be starting this together, instead of me being this much older and feeling like my end is in sight and I won’t be as sexy to you.” Katherine said with a hint of regret.

“Oh Kat, you have no idea how much I love you, do you? I don’t care what age you are, it’s you that I love and I don’t care that we are so far apart in age. It’s what we feel inside that matters to me. Just because Ling and I are close in age, doesn’t mean that we are perfect for each other. She has her own agenda in what she wants and I get the feeling that we won’t last together, even though I really do love her.” Lynn said with great emotion.

“Why don’t you think you and Ling will last? Is there something going on that makes you feel that way?” Katherine asked her.

“Well, it was after I saw how she enjoyed what Trisha was doing to her and what she wants to get into that makes me feel we are going to drift apart. I want to make love and she wants to have what you and I had with Chanelle and Julia. I can’t get into that style of sex, it reminds of the humiliation I went through and I feel sickened if I have to do it to her or she wants to try it on me.” Lynn said with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh Lynn, that’s awful. Why would she want to do that kind of stuff? After seeing those videos of the women and Trish and I, she still wants to get into that kind of thing?” Katherine plied.

“Yes. She seems to get turned on by it and gets off feeling it done to her and likes to give it as well.” Lynn said with shame.

“Well don’t you worry about it. If that’s her thing, let her do it on her own. You stick by your own rules and enjoy what pleases you. If you two part the ways, it was meant to be and I’m positive there are tons of women your age who would love to be your partner in making love the way you like to.” Katherine said soothing her.

“That’s just it. I found someone who does it all for me. But I can’t convince her that we should be together.” Lynn said with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Oh Lynn. You are so sweet. Like I said earlier, I feel that I’m too old for you and that we wouldn’t be right together, as much as we share a love for each other. It would be hard for you to accept that I have to be a mom and do those things with my son and I know how much you like your freedom to come and go and enjoy life.”

“I guess you just aren’t listening to me when I say that I am more than happy to be a part of all of that. You are lots of fun to be with and we have all the time in the world together to do things. You are still young and beautiful and have lots to offer in giving pleasure to me. I wish I could make you see that I am so serious about wanting to be with you.” Lynn pleaded sadly.

Katherine looked at Lynn with a fondness and caring she hadn’t felt for anyone since she was married to Connor. Katherine pulled Lynn close to her and hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead and cheeks before kissing her full on the lips with great love and affection. Lynn felt so happy that she started to cry and held Katherine tightly as well.

“Oh Kat, I only wish we could be together always. I would do anything I could to make you see how much I care for you. I’ve never felt so strongly about anything before, like I do about this. I really feel I know what true love feels like and I want to share that with you. You have made me the happiest I have ever been, and I don’t think anyone could ever make me feel the way I do about you.” She said as she folded herself into Katherine as much as she could.

Katherine looked off into space and found herself in deep thought about what this beautiful, young woman was proposing to her. She knew she felt the same about Lynn and would love to be able to be with her in every way. The thoughts that crept into her mind, were of Trisha maltepe escort and Ling, and how it might affect them. This new lifestyle was something all together hard to explain, and live with. The added burden of tender new feelings and broken hearts weighed heavily as she considered Lynn’s wish. She felt such a deep desire to be with Lynn, but couldn’t help feel her love and commitment with Trisha was something to be considered as well. She held Lynn tightly to her as she pondered all the possible scenarios that could arise.

Ling arrived at the restaurant and walked in with a joyful bounce in her step as she approached Trisha. Trisha looked up from her work and saw her coming and smiled broadly at her. They shared a hug and kiss and Ling sat at a table beside Trisha’s station. Trisha looked at her and knew she had enjoyed herself with Rebecca that afternoon, because Ling was glowing the way she does after having great sex.

“So, was Rebecca good to you?” Trisha asked upfront.

“Yes she was. She showed me a great time and I did to her as well. I left her passed out on the bed totally sated and worn out.” Ling said smiling.

“So how was she? Did she try her brand of pain and pleasure on you?” Trisha said still smiling, but felt a tinge of jealousy underlying her mood.

“She was actually very gentle for the most part. She did get into some pain techniques that I found enjoyable, but you still are the best there is to me.”

Trisha’s smile broadened and her jealousy disappeared at the mention that she was the best. She came over and hugged Ling and gave her a kiss and said,

“I’m glad you had fun and explored your fantasy. It only makes it better for us when we get together and do our thing.”

“Oh Trish, I’ve never been so happy and turned on in my life.” Ling said, still glowing.

“Let’s get out of here and go for a drink and we can talk some more then.” Trisha said as she went back to her work and finished doing her float and her station.

Ling got up and came up behind Trisha and ran her hand up her skirt and let her fingers trail along her pussy.

“You turn me on so much Trish. I always feel so ready for you. You could wake me up in the middle of the night and I would want to do it with you.”

Trisha turned around and took Ling in her arms and hugged her and then kissed her passionately with her tongue entwining with Ling’s. They broke apart and Trisha looked into Ling’s eyes and said,

“I’ll make love with you anytime my angel girl. You are like my fantasy girl come true. I’ve always liked oriental women and you are the best of the best to me. I was thinking about you today and how much I want to be with you and what I should do about Kat and you with Lynn. That’s why I want to go and have a drink and talk.”

Ling’s eyes sparkled and her smile glowed her joy at hearing Trisha say that. They left the restaurant and got into Trisha’s car and drove to a bar that Trisha knew they could go and sit and talk without fear of prying ears.

They pulled into the parking lot and Trisha turned to Ling and kissed her again, then said,

“I hope we can find a way to do this without making anyone hurt or jealous or anything bad.”

“I hope so too Trish, I really do.” Ling said holding her hand.

They walked in and took a booth in the back where no one was sitting. The waiter came and took their order and then left, leaving them in privacy.

“I’ve been thinking of how much I’ve come to enjoy you and how much I feel for you already. If we continue to be together, I can only imagine how much pleasure we’ll have together and the wonderful love we will have. I am torn though by the thought of hurting Kat in any way and Lynn as well. They are truly sweet and beautiful people who shouldn’t be treated badly in any way. So you can see why I am trying to find a way to be with you and not cause them any pain. Kat and I have only just started our relationship a month and a half ago and we are very happy, but what I feel with you I know could be so much better. It’s not only that you are my dream girl, but you are so much more compatible with my style of sexual taste. We are truly so good together in every way. I know how you feel about me and that I’m the kind of woman you are attracted to and that you enjoy my style of sex as well. What we need to do is discuss a way we can tell Kat and Lynn about us and not make them feel hurt, well too much anyway.” Trisha said to Ling and saw how much joy she was feeling at what she was being told.

The waiter came back and brought their drinks and then left after asking if they wanted anything else.

“Just some privacy for now thanks.” Trisha said with a smile, but a look that meant she was serious.

The waiter nodded and then left without another word said. Ling looked at Trisha and said, “So let’s look at my other half first and see how I can tell her.”

Ling looked into Trisha’s eyes as she tried to think of a way to tell Lynn she wanted to leave manavgat escort her and be with Trisha. She knew they had been together for three years, but she also knew that time had told the story of how they had grown individually and how their tastes had changed. She thought about the plans they had all made for the business and what might happen to them if this went down badly.

As Trisha looked into Ling’s eyes, she thought of Katherine and how sweet and nice she was. She remembered their first meeting and how it had gone. She thought of how great it was to meet a woman who wanted to please her in every way and make a secure relationship together. In her mind, she weighed the thought of hurting her and satisfying herself sexually. Was there a way she could tell Katherine that she wanted to be with Ling because she was her dream girl in every way, and not offend her. Scenarios raced through her mind as she contemplated everything carefully. The two women sat and stared at each other as they tried to come to an understanding of what to do. Ling slipped her shoe off and slid her foot up Trisha’s leg until it was resting up against Trisha’s pussy and then wiggled her toes against it. Ling could feel the heat of her sexuality coming out and knew she was getting wetter as she rubbed it. Trisha smiled and pressed Ling’s toes harder into herself.

As they played together, Katherine and Lynn were lying together softly caressing each other as they too discussed the idea of changing partners and still being friends. Lynn finally spoke up with an idea that she thought might work for all.

“Let’s ask them if they would be willing to swap partners for a week as some sort of game. Something that would be interesting as a challenge for us all.”

“That sounds like it might just work Lynn. Let’s run with that idea and see if we can come up with something that can help us.” Katherine said with much enthusiasm.

The two lovers lay together thinking and discussing the idea on how it would work.

Ling looked at Trisha and said,

“What we have to do is find a way to get us together and them together , so they might find that switching partners might just be the answer and no one gets hurt.”

Trisha’s eyes opened wider as her mind clicked in on what Ling was thinking.

“If we could get them together and they find that they are compatible as lovers like we are, then no one would be really hurt by this.” She continued.

“I like the sounds of that. We just have to find some way to get us switched around and they have to be together, and we have to be together.” Trisha added.

The four women thought long about how to do it without anyone being hurt. The afternoon passed with four minds working on a switch in partners that would satisfy everyone. Katherine and Lynn lay in bed having a wonderful time locked in a 69 position, licking each others cum as it flowed from both of them.

Trisha and Ling went back to the car and drove over to Ling’s. As soon as they got inside, they were at each other , taking off their clothes and passionately kissing the exposing body parts. They fell on the couch and wrapped themselves in an embrace as they kissed and tongued each other. Trisha moved her mouth along Ling’s body, letting her tongue glide over her smooth, soft skin. Ling sighed and moaned as she felt herself become aroused. As Trisha neared her hips, Ling spread her legs widely to give her all the access she could. Trisha ran her hands over the tight skinned thighs and licked the tender insides. Ling reached down and held the back of her head as she guided her towards the area she wanted Trisha to pay more attention to. Trisha complied and centered her focus on Ling’s pussy. Ling was wet and flowing as Trisha spread her lips and dipped her tongue into her well.

“You have had a busy day, haven’t you?” Trisha said after tasting the juices flowing from Ling’s pussy.

“Yes I did. I was treated to a special little interlude with mistress Rebecca. She made me cum a great many times and sent me through the roof with one of her nice maneuvers.” “I can tell by how wet and flowing your pussy is that I’m not the one responsible for it’s current state of arousal.”

“You’re not mad are you? That I went with her and had a fun time?” Ling asked Trisha.

“Not at all angel. You’re a big girl and can do whatever pleases you. I was just commenting on how juicy you are and that I wasn’t the lucky girl who got you that way.” Trisha said and then smiled as she bent forward again and started lapping leisurely at Ling’s pussy.

Katherine had just said goodbye to Lynn when Connor called to talk about their son. After twenty minutes, Katherine asked him if he would like to come and have dinner together and then they could talk more after. Connor said he’d be happy to and they made a date for 6 for dinner. Katherine quickly stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets (just in case) and straightened up the house and aired it out from the smell of pussy. Katherine şişli escort started making dinner after Royce came home and then went in to put on make up and some sexy clothes. As she looked in the mirror, she knew she was very interested in baiting Connor and going to bed with him. She looked at the bed and imagined him and her making love together again and wanted to do this right tonight in hopes it would happen. Connor showed up ten minutes early with a bottle of their favorite wine. Katherine couldn’t help but think Connor was thinking like she was.

They sat and ate dinner as a family again and Katherine was feeling the happiest she had in a long time. Royce finished his dinner and went to his room to play video games. With him out of earshot, they talked for over an hour about their son and felt they had a good solution to the problem. Katherine poured more wine and sat close beside Connor and asked how things were going with him.

“I don’t get out much because of the workload, so I stay home most nights and just relax. If you were asking to see if I had a girlfriend, the answer is no. I’m still very single.” Connor said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye as he told her.

Katherine laughed as she knew she was found out.

“I admit I was asking that, but I can’t understand why some lucky woman hasn’t snagged you by now?” She asked him directly with a sly look on her face.

“I haven’t really made myself available to anyone. So no one has had a chance to get me.” Connor laughed.

“Well I still think you’re a sexy guy, and any woman would be the luckiest woman on earth to have you as hers.” Katherine said with a little shyness in her manner.

Connor picked it up and said,

“I think you’re a little biased in that department, but I thank you very much. It feels nice that you feel that way about me still.”

Katherine could feel this was going the way she wanted and made a suggestion she hoped wasn’t too open,

“I’ll always think of you like that. I lie in bed some nights and think how nice it would be to look over and see you lying there beside me.”

Connor didn’t say anything, but looked longingly into Katherine’s eyes to see what she was feeling. Katherine looked back into his eyes and felt her heart race as she saw that old familiar look he always had when he wanted to make love to her. Without any words spoken, they leaned towards each other and kissed softly at first and when it seemed neither was going to pull away, they kissed harder and more passionately.

Connor drew Katherine into his arms and Katherine responded by embracing him to her body tightly. She could feel her nipples swelling and pressing into his chest. Connor’s tongue slid into her mouth and they entwined their tongues in a lovers dance. Finally with both of them breathless, they pulled back and looked into each others eyes again. Katherine smiled and said,

“I really miss the way you kiss me.”

Connor smiled back at her and said,

“I’ve missed the closeness of your body next to mine. I too lay in bed and wish you were there beside me and I could just reach out and touch you.”

“Shall we go and lay down together for awhile and remember how nice it was?” Katherine asked him with a sly look and nodded towards the bedroom.

Connor looked towards the bedroom and then back into Katherine’s eyes.

“I think I’d like that very much.” Connor said as he rose and took Katherine’s hand and helped her up.

Katherine led them into the bedroom and then went to her son’s room and told him that he was to play quietly for awhile and then she would come and put him to bed. She came back into the bedroom and closed the door and looked at Connor. Without talking, she unbuttoned her top and bared her breasts to him. Connor didn’t move, but stayed and watched as Katherine slid her skirt down to reveal a pair of tiny panties.

“You still like the way I look baby?”

Connor smiled broadly and said,

“You are still the hottest looking woman I’ve ever known.”

Katherine walked over and undid Connor’s shirt and bared his chest. She ran her hands over the skin feeling his muscular build. She undid his pants and slid them down and Connor kicked his feet out of them. Both stood there with only their underwear on and then embraced again. Katherine put her arms around Connor and pressed her breasts against Connor’s chest and he embraced her pulling her in close as they hugged. Connor ran his hands over her soft, smooth skin, feeling her firmness and suppleness.

Katherine moaned as his hands found her ass and squeezed it gently. She pressed her hips in closer to him and rested her head against his chest. Connor bent forward and kissed her neck and upper shoulder bringing a new height to her arousal. Katherine licked at his nipple and sucked at it, feeling it grow stiffer. Connor moaned now as he felt his erection growing. She felt it too as she ground her pelvis into it, making it grow even more. Connor broke away and led them to the bed and they lay beside each other. Connor slid Katherine’s panties down and pulled them off with his toes. He leaned into her and licked and sucked at her nipples, making them swell and her moan even more. Tracing his hand down her body, Connor ran his hand over her thighs and then cupped her pussy and stopped. He broke away from her nipples and looked down and saw her clit ring. “

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Linda woke up the next morning with her body still in a hypersexual state. Her muscle still ached in a pleasant way from the ravaging she had been subjected to. Her mind was a lecherous haze and her thoughts swirled around sensations and images from the last few days of her slave girl performance. She was aware in a way that made absolute sense to her now that she got a thrill from submitting to the desires of a demanding and dominant male who was fired by masculine ardour and lust, all inspired by her of course. She felt a deep sense of her power as a woman and she had got huge pleasure out of servicing her man. She had loved the feeling of being swept up and away by his lust fuelled frenzy and had been overwhelmed by the erotic feelings that welled up within her from being helpless and at his mercy. She knew that with Mark, who loved and respected her, she was safe even when she surrendered to his passion so completely. She felt liberated and released into a new appreciation of her sexuality and what sex could mean by such surrender. She turned to the side her head clearing somewhat and noticed that Mark had got up already. Again there was a note by her pillow. On this occasion it instructed her to shower and put on the outfit that he had again chosen for her last day as his sex slave. It also said that he would not be back home until the after 1pm and that she was to follow the instructions left on the kitchen table if she were up before that. Linda hauled herself out of the shower and her svelte body was soon bathed in warm water and soft suds. She washed all the sweat and some traces of cum of her flesh and emerged drying her hair.

She blow dried her hair all the while reliving her experiences. The last 2 days felt more like a week and she knew that they had created memories that would stay with her until her final breath. When she had finished she remembered to look for the outfit that Mark had selected. It was certainly an outfit that was economical with material. A fence net body stocking was lying there waiting for her to pour her tight form into its form clinging webbing. Linda slid her legs inside and stretched the ticking fabric up past her thighs. She realised that it was armless and reached just above the breasts. She secured the straps over her shoulders and it stuck to her and imprinted her body with a sultry net pattern. Her nipples poked through two triangles and her breasts were squeezed in and up. Linda’s knee high boots were also lying on the bed. They had 5 inch heels and added a hint of dangerous sophistication as well as raising her ass high in the air. The body stocking was crotch-less of course but a tiny g string was pulled on over it to complete uniform for the morning. Linda looked in the mirror and stared at the figure it revealed back to her. She was a walking wet dream and she felt herself getting horny from looking at the steamy image she had created. Every movement set the net strings rippling and it teased her flesh as well as creating a feast for the eyes. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was 12.30. She hurried into the bathroom to complete her slut look with heavy and lurid make-up.

Meanwhile Mark was on his way back to the house. He had paid an early visit to their favourite sex shop in order to prepare for the final and what he hoped would be a climactic day of Linda’s sex slave experience. He had really got carried away by the whole concept but had noticed that Linda had responded in kind and seemed to be floating in a state of euphoric and exhilarated satisfaction throughout and after their fuck sessions. Mark’s dick had never got so much use and it felt a little sore but he was determined to carry on and take advantage of Linda in all the ways that her body longed for and more besides. This was a day to make the most of and push the boundaries once more. Mark was bringing back another little goody bag to help them reach the heights once more. Included in the goody bag was some Viagra that he had managed to secure in order to ensure a long and punishing fuck session.

Linda’s boots clipped sharply on the kitchen floor as she approached the table. It told Linda not to go into the sitting room and to prepare breakfast for them both. She was cooking some sausages and rashers on the grill when she heard Mark coming through the door. She heard him in the sitting room for five minutes and then he walked in the kitchen to see his long legged full busted wife smiling at him as she turned the sausages clad in the tight revealing body stocking and her knee high leather boots. Mark was determined to press all of Linda’s buttons today and really get her to perform her role of slave, he knew how horny it made her.

“Well hello my sweet little slave, how are you this morning.”

“Ohhh, I’m wonderful, and how are you?” she replied lightly.

“You will address me as master every time you speak to me today. Understand slave?” Mark told her sternly his eyes steely, his voice angry.

” Yes.”

“Yes Master!” Mark repeated “and for not following instructions you need a punishment.”

Mark went upstairs as Linda stared at the sausages şişli escort a little surprised. Mark returned holding the whip.

“Eyes down slave.”

When Linda had lowered her head Mark vigorously flogged her ass five times until her ass was bright red. Linda gasped sharply with each blow.

“Is the breakfast nearly ready my sweet slave slut?”

“Yes Master, please sit down.” Linda replied firmly.

She prepared their places and added some toast and tea. While she was doing this Mark was drinking I the sight of her and watches the movements of her firm ass and swinging boobs as well as the sway of her lovely hips as she walked around the kitchen. She served it up and sat across from him. They ate in silence she could feel his hot lust in the air. It hung heavy like a transparent acrid smoke. The silence was charged with a tense fervour. His eyes were devouring her as he wolfed down his meal. Linda could feel her pussy stirring and growing wet.

When he was finished he sat and stared and then unable to wait any longer he stood up and picked up the whip.

“Now my gorgeous concubine, I must have my way with you. Today my hot, sexy slut you are my plaything and you must be prepared. Stand up!”

Linda stood up gracefully extending her long limbs before him. She suddenly felt the whip on her thigh.

“Say ‘Yes Master’ when you follow my instructions.”

“Yes Master.” She replied quietly. She stared at Mark wondering who this was standing in front of her.

“Now hands behind your back.”

“Yes Master.”

Her breasts strained further against the thin ribbons of the body stocking. Mark went into the sitting room and returned with some rope. He wrapped it above and below her breasts and then up and over her shoulders and between her cleavage. It was tied at the back created a snug breast harness. He pulled another collar out of his pocket and clipped it around her neck .This one simply read “SLUT.”

“Well now you look so pretty, pretty fuckable that is. For today you are my cum-slut, my wish is your command. What are you?”

“I’m your cum-slut my master, your wish is my command.”

Linda felt the words and this power play could transport her to a place beyond thought and reason and the admonitions of society. This was a zone buried deep within the dark recesses of her female subconscious. It was a place and a feeling that she had been soaking up for the last few days until she was super saturated, just like her pussy felt right at this moment.

“Now get on your hands and knees and crawl over here, release my cock and fuck it with your mouth and throat.”

“Yes Master.”

Linda sunk to the ground and lifted her head and fixed her eyes on those of Mark’s. She arched her back and her breasts hung heavy beneath her. Her pink nipples jutted out rock hard and pointed to the ground. Her ass swayed seductively as her supple body slunk across the floor. She reached Mark and knelt up before him with her ass resting on her boots. She undid the belt on Mark’s pants and lowered his pants and gazed into his eyes all the while. She dropped his pants and then slowly drew down his boxers. His raging cock sprang out before her face.

“Master has a beautiful cock,” she said and licked her lips.

“Enough talk, now hands behind your back.” Mark walked behind her and secured her hand with the Velcro cuffs. He then presented his twitching cock in front of her again.

“Now Slave, I want you to fuck my cock with your face, I want to feel swallow me until your nose hits my skin and you can lick my balls. Suck me until I drain my balls into your slut throat.”

Linda opened her mouth and pressed herself forward feeling the head of his cock passing along her tongue. She loved the rubbery smoothness of his hard prick and felt the head reach the entrance to her throat. She stopped there for a moment getting used to the feel of his cock stretching her lips and stuffing her mouth. She took a deep breath through her nose and then pushed hard. Mark groaned loudly as his cock passed slid down her tight throat.

“Ohhh fuccck yessss, oh you wonderful cocksucker, ahhh you hot slut, ohhh yessss.”

Linda pressed her head tight against Mark’s groin while he moaned salaciously. She gripped the base of his cock tight with her lips and the bounced up and down the length of his cock. Each shove drew more mucus into her overflooded mouth and she had to pull away to cough some out. Thick ropes of spittle arced through the air from her mouth to the tip of Mark’s cock that was coated in the juices of her mouth and throat. Linda gasped in some air and then set upon Mark’s cock again. Mark started snapping the whip along her back and ass as she devoured him. Drool was running out of her mouth and hanging from her chin as she sloshed back and forth. Mark could resist no longer and took a firm grip of her head. He then took control and used her mouth roughly pumping it with rapid long strokes that had her taking his full length each time. Then he held it deep and pumped it with small short tuzla escort jabs that kept his cock embedded in her captive throat.

“You suck cock like a wonderful, talented whore, it feel’s so so good.”

Mark drew out letting Linda suck in gulps of air as some spit and mucus spilled from her mouth. Mark sunk into her again and used her mouth to massage and wank his man meat. Linda’s eyes were watering and she was lost in her slut space of mind, Mark’s every grunt was music to her ears. Mark’s thrust grew more urgent and she recognised the signs that her mouth was going to get a cum bath soon.

“OHHH here it comes slave, don’t swallow, ohhhh fuck. Aghhhhh, leave it in your slut mouth.”

Mark withdrew and pumped his cock furiously millimetres from Linda’s open, sopping and quivering mouth.

“Cum for me master, please give your slave your cum,” Mark could feel the pressure building deep in his balls and Linda’s words triggered an eruption.

“Ohhh fuckkk yeah” Mark cried out as his cock started pulsing in his hand. A stream of thick and warm sperm spurted out and squirted into Linda’s open mouth. She felt strands of slaty jism landing on her tongue and hitting the back of her throat as Mark unloaded a stream if semen from his twitching cock. Mark could see it gathering and pooling at the back of her mouth as he grunted his satisfaction. Linda stared up intensely into his eyes enjoying the sight of his mind altering climax. When he had filled her with every last drop he took a deep breath and stepped back. Linda held his cock juice in her open mouth.

“Now my slave, close your mouth and mix it with your saliva. Then gargle it.”

Linda obeyed and a thick paste was formed in her mouth.

“Now let it spill out of your mouth, drool it out all over your tits and body.”

Linda pushed it out of her mouth and it ran slowly down her chin and dropped down her neck, torso and ran onto her boobs. Mark though it was one of the most heart stoppingly erotic sights he had ever witnessed.

“Stand up.”

“Yes master.”

Mark reached across and rubbed the sperm cocktail into her breasts and upper body until she was coated in his cum. It glistened in the light like massage oil. He walked behind her and grabbed her hands that were clasped behind her back. He pushed her through the door to the sitting room and led her to the coffee table. He pushed her down onto her knees in front of it and then pushed her down until her face, breast and torso were resting upon it the waist. Then he lifted up her legs and slid her up the table a bit. Her boobs wet boobs squeaked on the glass surface. Mark then pulled a leg up folded at the knee so that the back of her heel rested on the back of her thigh. He lifted some bondage tape from under the table and wrapped it around her calf and thigh securing her in this position. Mark did the same with her other leg and Linda was hogtied on the table before him. She was facing the table. Mark then switched on the TV and Linda’s eyes opened wide when she recognised herself standing bound with her hands above and her legs held apart. She could see the collar with FUCK ME written in sharp lettering. She saw how the red, sheer lingerie costume highlighted her sultry sexiness. She watched as the scene unfolded. She found it incredibly arousing. She saw Mark writing FUCK TOY on her chest and could hear the desperate desire to be fucked in her voice. Mark who had sat down to watch the video himself was soon hard again. He had taken a Viagra pill before breakfast and planned to be hard for quite a while. He went upstairs while the hog tied Linda watched herself getting banged hard by Mark. He returned with camera and tripod and set it up the side of the coffee table. Mark then bent over Linda and ripped the thin g-sting off her. It was soaked with her pussy juices. Mark then knelt behind her and spread her legs. He dove his face into her pussy and licked and lapped it while Linda writhed on the table. Then he put a tie in her hair and pulled her head back attaching it to the breast harness. Linda felt her body sliding back until thighs dangled down off the table, her legs bent backwards at the knee. Her pussy hung just at the edge of the table. Linda could hear herself moaning like a true slut on the TV. She could bear the anticipation no longer, she needed to feel his cock deep within her, she needed him to pound her.

“Ohh please Master, fuck your dirty little slave, ride me, screw me, take me.”

Mark positioned his stiff dick at her opening and slammed into her pulling on her hair tie. Linda’s upper body was bent back sharply allowing him to press farther into her than ever before. Linda grunted from deep in her throat, a deep mewling yelp. Mark then pushed her down and put her hands around her heels. Her body was jarred and rocked by his forceful, beating thrusts. She was still watching herself on the telly being fucked like a rag doll while Mark battered her hogtied body. Her body was sliding up and down the table and her breasts were rubbing furiously on the glass surface. pendik escort She was moaning uncontrollably as Mark fired his hips against her with demented fury. Linda turned to the camera and tried to still her bucking head.

“That’s it Master, ohhhh yesssss, ohhhh fuck me, ohhhhhh yeahh, aghhh, fuck your little slut, ohhhhh yesssss , take me like the horny whore I am.”

Mark was still steaming into her and bouncing up and down on her ass. His balls were swinging wildly and he was pouring sweat.

“Ohhh Yeahhhh, take it, ohhh take it you hot, sexy cum-slave.”

Then with one last pile driving push and a yank on the hair tie Mark drove himself into her and Linda could feel his hot release spraying the walls of her cunt that was clenching and gripping his buried prick. Linda’s mind went blank as she came and came on Mark’s spurting cock. She was dimly aware of Mark pulling out and she could feel him releasing her legs. He thin lifted her up and she stood uneasily in her boots. Her breasts were still pasted with his shiny release. Her eyes were distant and far away. Mark’s cock was still rock hard. The Viagra was working well. Mark led her to the couch and sat her down. Her arms were still behind her.

“I’m far from finished with you my gorgeous fuck slut.”

He released her hands and then plugged the camera into the DVD player. It started playing the recording they had just made and Linda watched her own ravishment carefully. She enjoyed seeing the action from the man’s point of view, she saw how alluring she looked presented as she was. She could see the crazed expression on her husband’s face and her own feral delight. Mark then produced a butt plug and a very thick 8 inch dildo.

“Now my slave get on your hands and knees on the couch, facing away.”

Mark got behind her and put on a latex glove. Then he coated the butt plug and his fingers in lube. A few minutes later and after some gentle encouragement Linda’s ass was pleasantly filled and stretched.

“Now lie back with your head over the arm rest.”

Linda complied and her gorgeous body was laid out in front of him. Mark then handed her the dildo.

“I want you to stuff this up your pussy and fuck yourself with it while I take your mouth again.”

Linda slowly pushed the massive dildo up her pussy. She could feel it pushing against the butt plug as it stretched her pussy very wide. She moaned loudly and unselfconsciously as she started to pump it in and out. Some of Mark’s cum started to leak out the sides of her pussy as she pumped away. Mark then massaged her boobs as he lined his cock up with her mouth. He was soon cramming her mouth again.

“Are you enjoying this my lovely slave, do you like having all your holes filled at once?”

Linda’s mind was fully occupied with the pressure of Mark’s cock and the pleasure of the dildo and butt plug but a dim part of her brain posed the question of whether this was what a three of fore-some was like. Soon Mark was cumming over her face and tits while she coated the dildo in torrents of her pussy juice. And still Mark was not satisfied. He led her into their office where he had a glass table. She found it a new and interesting sensation to walk around with the butt plug inside her. Then he tied her hands to the side of her head stretched out and her legs up and wide with the rope tied to the legs behind her head again. He came back with ice cubes and led them all around her body, cooling and teasing her sensitive flesh all at once. He then placed two candles beside her.

“These are candles made for play, they burn at a lower temperature so the wax doesn’t burn,” he reassured her. Then while he was banging her hard held the candles far up and dripped warm wax on her boobs and legs. Linda found the sensation exquisitely shocking and painful in a pleasurable kind of way. She yelped and moaned and screamed her way to a terrific orgasm just before Mark shot his sperm all over her face and breasts again. Mark just left her there panting and whimpering as his sperm hardened upon her body. She lay there for a good half hour in a blissed out state before he came back.

“We’ll have to clean you up, we’re going to have a night out, dinner, movie and a walk on the beach.”

Mark untied her and stood her up.

“Thank you master.”

“Now take off your boots and get into the shower.”

When Linda was standing there Mark got the shower head and pointed the nozzle at her body and turned on the cold water. He drenched her body but avoided her hair and washed all the cum and wax from her shivering body. Then he switched it off and passed her a towel. She dried herself off and the fence net was dried pretty well also. Mark then instructed her to put the boots back on and brought her into the bedroom where he passed her a white dress. Linda slipped her arms through and it fell down across the net body stocking. It had a cowled, plunging neckline that revealed ample amount of the top of Linda’s bosom and cleavage and it had a cinched waist that clung to her waist. It was a backless halter neck and the tight mini skirt reached down past the top of her thighs. She smoothed it in to place and Mark assessed her look. He took off her slave collar and put on a diamond choker instead. The faint outline of her nipples could be seen through the material and the overall effect with the boots and netting was simply stunning. Linda beamed happily at her entranced husband.

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“Oh Lisa, you look sooo beautiful, so fit, and such beautiful skin!” praised Helen in a sincere, oozy voice. “See Lisa, already, I am already more open and feel almost released to share my feelings and thoughts. Funny how that is. A different social situation, and we can become more ourselves.”

“Yes my owner, Mistress Helen,” I smiled serenely, though my heart pounded with passion and emotion, “I dreamed of this happening, and it’s almost instant now, like a switch. “Oh I love this, and you, though I tremble a little. This is now real. I am yours.”

Sassa beamed, “This is so wonderful! And you know, when we get to our island paradise, this reality will be even more so.”

We sat in warm silence a few moments, contemplating the bliss we have created.

“So,” I began softly. “You have commanded your love slave to reveal more.” I glanced down at my very revealed body, so glad I have worked so hard to make it as physically fit and near perfect. Helen smiled knowingly as our eyes met after hers too glanced at my wide open loins. “I must tell you my formerly secret fantasies, that I have afraid to even share, much less actually live out. I place my trust in you, my owners.” My voice quavered during the last sentence, feeling vulnerable and emotional.

“You can trust us,” smiled Helen in a soft voice. “Both to be lovingly sensitive and to make this fantasy very real.”

“Oh Helen…”I almost moaned. “I mean, Oh my mistress, my owner!”

Helen glanced at Sassa. “Lisa told me about ways in some bdsm fantasies the slave is supposed to speak to her owner, formally with title. Maybe we should start that soon, but not now.”

Sassa began to show her more strict side. “I think she should start now, to get in the right mode. You or we can always waive it for other times.”

Helen nodded, “OK let’s,” she said, glancing at me for my reaction.

“As you wish, of course, my Owners,” I whispered, both aroused by this and wondering how the reality may be much more difficult than my fantasies.

“My fantasies are many..where do I start? – I’ll start small and simple and get to my more elaborate – ummm…more embarrassing- or I mean – umm – amazingly hot ones – ohhh, please help me – ” I quickly added “my owners” then blushed deeply for both the thought of having to reveal my fantasies and because calling them my owners made it more real and humiliating. Helen helped by smiling and nodding encouragingly – “Slave girl, you have to, so don’t be embarrassed though I love your blush – don’t be embarrassed, because you have no choice. You must. That’s the beauty of this situation.”

“Yes, the beauty of the situation and the beauty of our slave girl.” smiled Sassa.

I blushed more and smiled in appreciation. “And the beauty of my owners.”

“Oh!” I breathed

“What?” asked Sassa. Why did you say “Oh?”

I looked down – “Calling you ‘my owners’ makes me humiliated and hot down there at the same time.”

“Good that you opened up about that, lovely slave girl,” said Helen with earnestness. “I love to know what you are feeling and thinking.”

“Especially if it is about your being humiliated or aroused,” winked Sassa with a surge of lust in her eyes.

“Slave girl, my love slave, now I order you to start by describing those two fantasies you already mentioned to me once, the stool and the chariot.”

“Yes my owner,” I replied seriously, looking down at my naked thighs and open, moist loins, and gathering my courage and thoughts. I resolved to fully share these fantasies, however I may tremble while doing so.

Unable to look into their eyes, I began:

“The stool fantasy is one that can be done indoors easily, and the chariot needs equipment, and ideally room to run outdoors.” I swallowed, knowing I might experience the stool fantasy immediately.

“In the stool fantasy, a tall stool would have a phallus glued to the seat, sticking up. My wrists would be tied or chained together behind my back, ensuring I could not cover my front. Maybe my ankles would also be tied to the legs of the stool. I would be eased onto the stool with the phallus deep inside me, and my owner, or owners,” I smiled toward Sassa without fully meeting her eyes, “would sit in front of me enjoying water or wine while talking with one another and me, sometimes simple conversation, sometimes asking me erotic, intimate questions; together we would imagine new humiliations, naked exercises, bondage ties, erotic tortures and services I could perform. The simple, normal conversation would be erotic because it would emphasize my sex slave status – the fact that we would have normal conversation as if we were regular friends, even while you would be fully clothed and I would be the only one naked, bound, exposed erzurum escort utterly, and struggling not to yield to arousal and orgasm. You would sometimes order me to slide up and down on the phallus, but never to the point of orgasm. My sex juices would drip, soaking the stool and trickling down my wide open legs and the legs of the stool. I might whimper in humiliated arousal. You would comment on the juices, humiliating me further. No matter how mindlessly and uncontrollably turned on I become, we would always return to our conversations.” I paused.

Helen smiled at Sassa, eyes gleaming. “Isn’t she erotic?”

Sassa nodded with a serious expression. “Slave, you are amazing. That is so hot.”

I glanced up at them. I actually smiled to see their flushed faces. They loved this too, which meant my wildest dreams were to coming true.

I looked down, reveling in my fit, lean body, so exposed. I writhed a little in passion, thrusting out my middle, displaying my loins more, then back a little, then knees even wider. I looked up again – their eyes met mine, but only after moving up from staring at my nudity.

“Because I would be so incredibly aroused, I would actually come up with ideas myself for my own erotic humiliation and utter submission to you. And…not just humiliation…”

“Yes, go on, slave girl…” murmured Helen.

I smiled and nodded, but looked down at my naked well-exercised thighs and open loins. A thrill of arousal went through me, starting at my loins.

“Yes, my owner,” my voice trembled slightly, “more than humiliation..but also other ideas that prove my sensuality, the reality of being owned by you, my utter and willing submission to you.” I paused, almost not believing that I was actually saying this out loud. They waited politely.

“Yes…” I repeated, “yes, I would actually help create ideas of how I would be your totally sensual passionate ultimate sex slave property.”

I wondered if I was making sense but continued nervously. “Yes, I would come up with new ways of being sexually arousing to you, ways of being bound, erotically tortured, and serving you…all these ideas as I was bound before you, displayed, whimpering in hot arousal. You during this might sometimes bring the water or wine to my mouth, and some would spill and trickle down my body.”

I glanced at the kitchen stools. Sassa followed my eyes, stood and grabbed one, looking at Helen. Helen nodded, also stood and brought the handcuffs. My heart beat as I sat on the stool before them, widening my knees and feeling the soft, comfortable cuffs close around my wrists behind me. As the lock clicked them closed, I mentioned I thought it ironic they were so soft yet so strong, making me helpless, unable to cover myself.

“No phallus on the stool yet, but otherwise it’s the fantasy,” said Helen, looking into my eyes seriously. I blinked and nodded, holding her gaze. This directness was thrilling.

After they sat again, Sassa pointed toward my knees and said simply, “wider.” I obeyed. She repeated the order. I actually felt ashamed for three reasons: to be ordered so, to expose myself more, and because I had not obeyed 100% the first time. I acknowledged to myself the last of the three demonstrated that I was already becoming truly theirs.

“Yes Mistress,” I found myself saying. “Sorry I was not wide enough the first time.” I blushed at my apology, and for other reasons. I saw Helen enjoying my blush, and I was actually grateful to her for her sensitivity to my emotions.

To my surprise, Helen said, “You can do better, move them even wider apart, slave girl.” She smiled as I looked at her suddenly. Then I looked down as I stretched my knees very wide indeed, somewhat straining. I particularly noticed my breasts this time, pushed out because my arms were locked behind me. My hard nipples helped to communicate my arousal.

“Good, slave girl,” she nodded approvingly.

“Yes,” added Sassa, “we want to see what is, after all, our property.” I felt my blush deepening. I felt like never before. Before actually being in the situation, it’s hard to imagine the reality of holding so taut a position, back arched from arms behind me, chest thrust out, loins so exposed. And, not least, my owners demonstrating they really owned me.

Helen then said, “you are beautiful, slave girl. This is just sooo lovely.” She meant it, I could tell, and I knew her well enough to realize she was feeding my fantasy and encouraging me.

“Thank you, my owner,” I breathed with emotion, fighting the urge to whimper.

“Now, the stool fantasy is real. We’ll add the phallus tomorrow and do this some more then. Right now, I want to hear, and I want Sassa eskişehir escort to hear, all about that wonderful chariot fantasy.”

I smiled at Helen, but started to tremble a little. I was slightly cold, which contributed to the tremble (and my hard nipples), but mostly the tremble was due to having to tell them already about what might be my most ultimate fantasy. I had thought it might be better to build up to it.

“The chariot: I first got this idea from a lesbian slave novella. It was set in a fictional version of ancient Egypt. Mother and daughter slave girls were owned and trained by wealthy mother and daughter.” At this I glanced up at them, as it struck me I was actually now a slave owned by sisters. I noticed that both of them were paying fascinated attention to my every word and staring with sensuous expressions at me. Sassa in a voice more husky than I ever heard before said “and here we have a slave girl owned by wealthy sisters.” Helen added, “and she is also really owned as slave property, just as in the story.” Helen and I smiled at each other, both of us knowing she was repeating my oft stated desire to be experience the reality of sensual slavery.

“The owners realized their slave girls needed additional humiliations well as exercise, so they came up with the idea to use them as they would horses, pulling their chariot, even in public, went they went shopping.” I looked down and paused, to still my trembling voice. “I admit to you, when I read that, I became so hot and wet, I whimpered and moaned out loud, and was never so aroused. I think this must be the ultimate situation, to be so used and displayed and trained. It would be humiliating but beautiful and erotic, and I would feel so dominated and love the attention at the same time. I would feel the air all over my skin. You would be loving seeing sweat making my lean body glisten in the sun and watching my muscles exercising.

“You, my owners, would first train me to prance with naked knees rising just so perfectly high, chest out, back arched, as if I were a champion prancing pony. You would use riding crops and whips, and leashes or ropes. You would train me hard, until I did it perfectly. You would use the whip without mercy if I slacked. You would use the riding crop to show the level to which my knees should rise and to train me to arch my back gracefully with chest out.”

My voice clearly trembled, but I decided to let them just see me so nervous and emotional and to tell all. Helen, sensitive again, whispered that I should keep talking and hold nothing back. I nodded, pausing, looking down at my thrust-out breasts and hard nipples as they rose and fell to my heavy breathing. Sassa whispered now too, in a caring but firm way, that as their owned love slave I was not allowed to hold anything back. I glanced quickly at her, seeing her right eyebrow raised to communicate the command, yet I also saw that she admired me and was deeply in lust with me.

“Wow, my owners, I can hardly believe these dreams are coming true…thank you.” I was very self conscious and could not bring myself to look up into their faces.

“Although while training me you would certainly use the riding crops and whips on me, you would also not want to deface the skin of your property, because you want to use me as a magnificent thoroughly trained valuable show horse. Though at other times you would whip me for teaching me deeply to know I am truly, actually owned by you, and for simple sensual arousal and enjoyment of your property, while training me as your show horse the whip would be used for the purpose of training me or guiding me where you want me to trot or run.”

I breathed in shakily, and glanced at them, and was glad to see how utterly fascinated they were. Sassa nodded to me with seriousness, saying this was amazing stuff and she was both shocked and incredibly aroused. I smiled.

“Once I get better at prancing and performing as your show horse, you would begin to get me used to the decorations and harness I would wear. You would clip onto my nipples the silver or golden bells that would tinkle whenever I moved, humiliating and arousing me, making me feel completely owned and thoroughly used as the naked completely owned sex slave I am. Maybe you would choose to also clip some onto other places.” I glanced down. “Maybe you would not just clip them, but have them pierced on.” I paused, so aroused, so nervous, and now fearful of saying the next decoration. I had already told Helen about this, and she was not going to let me skip over this part. “Slave girl, describe in detail the tail decoration…” Helen ordered gently but firmly.

I gulped, my gaze still on my breasts and nipples, which gaziantep escort were so hard they pointed outward perkily. “Yes mistress,” I sort of whimpered. My voice became softer but I resolved to say it all. “As you know, horses and ponies have tails. A horsetail would be attached to an anal plug that was perfectly fitted and snug, shaped in the right way, so it would not fall out of me during exercise. I would feel it inside me, and be humiliated, aroused, and feel so submissive, so dominated. I would have to learn to prance with it in me.

“When I practiced prancing, sometimes you would be holding a long leash, and I would go in a circle around you, like a horse in a corral.

“The day would come, perhaps quickly if I learned well, to be harnessed to the chariot. You two would be in the chariot dressed up with boots, and I naked and decorated would be be pulling you. Not just pulling, but performing as your thoroughly trained and owned property, not allowed to hide anything, but swallowing all pride and behaving as trained. Being forced to prance with knees high and back arched and chest out – oh, how humiliating and how totally hot.

I paused, and Helen prompted me for more, to let them know ALL.

“OK, I mean yes, my owners. Yes, I have fantasized about being brushed down, my muscles admired openly, openly discussed. The sweat making them glisten in the sun. Yes, muscles in full bloom of being exercised hard, passionately being admired, touched.

“OK, yes, there’s more. I will tell you also that I dreamed about having to pee on the trail, like a horse does. While you watch. Being hand fed.

Ohhh, this would be so … humiliating, arousing, I would be so thoroughly used! Would you want to do this with your slave girl, my owners?” I boldly looked them in the eyes, even as I trembled and deeply blushed.

Helen nodded with a smile, eyes sparkling. “I love your blush…” We exchanged loving looks.

Sassa glanced at Helen, then smiled too. “Oh I would love to make you do this, love every excruciatingly hot moment of it. Yes, every bit, from training you with a whip, to making you insert the tail, and yeah, even watching you pee right out on the open trail like a real horse would. If you do a good job, I’ll hand feed you fruit and cubes of sugar, and if you don’t do a good job, I would definitely love to whip you….”

Our eyes widened. We looked at Sassa with smiles. Though scared, and I am sure it showed in my face, I also craved this, and my lust also must have showed. Helen looked slightly worried though when she said, “I think we’ve unleashed a monster!” Sassa waved a hand dismissively; “I am not a psychopath, don’t worry. I just think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard of.”

I cleared my throat – they waited through my pause sensing I was going to tell them something. “Although difficult for me to do now, I want to explain something to you. I fantasize a reality of being trained so very thoroughly, that you discipline and punish me every once in a while, or as often as you see fit for your pleasure, and for my thorough training, and for my complete and real submission to your actual ownership of me. Though I have a safe word, as long as my life is not in danger I won’t use it. I may even scream, cry, beg and whimper, but I dream of you really following through, making this real.

During training, or anytime, you two can punish me thoroughly…sooo very thoroughly, to the point of breaking me in. Yes, I would not use my safe word, but let the experience unfold. I want to do this. I crave this. It’s my fantasy that I want to become a reality.

And… I want you to know it’s OK to really erotically torture me sometimes just for the pleasure of it, not only for discipline or training.”

There was a silence. I broke it by giggling, “There, I said it out loud, a few of my innermost weird fantasies. I’m scared, but it’s what I crave. What do you think of me now. Sick?”

Sassa glanced at Helen before responding: “I think you’re so hot, and all this is so hot. If this is weird, then so am I. Thank you for being our erotic property. Helen, are you OK with my whipping her, and other stuff?”

Helen nodded seriously. “It’s OK, we’ll just have to be careful.”

This situation was making me so hot, caused among other factors by knowing I was the only one naked, exposed and the object of desire, and talking about my fantasies openly, and imagining these fantasies happening when their reality was about to unfold. I looked at them again – my owners: Helen was still smiling warmly, while Sassa continued staring at my glistening open V, her eyes occasionally with lust taking in my long and muscular (in a lean, feminine way) limbs and my flat lean abdomen.

I looked into Helen’s eyes, seeking and obtaining unspoken empathy, therefore courage to continue exposing my inner self to go along with my outer self.

“My owners, the chariot fantasy seems like an ultimate kind of thing, to be thoroughly used and fully owned, and exposed.”

Sasha added: “but, I bet we can come up with even more ultimate fantasies…”

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She’s typing. And then she pauses. You wait for her to call you disgusting. To tell you to see a therapist. She doesn’t. She sends her number. She tells you to call her. Your hands are shaking for a moment. You contemplate whether you really ought to be doing this. You ask yourself if you really can go through with this. You decide that yes, you can go through with it. Your cellphone is on the desk in front of you. You take a breath and pick it up. The number is dialed, it’s ringing now. She picks up.

“Hello?” Her voice has the same smoothness of high class southern tokat escort women. It’s slow but deliberate. Calm and yet demanding.

“This must be my shy little boy hmm?” You realize you haven’t said hello yet, but you can’t bring yourself to speak.

“Tell Mistress your name pet..” You breathy is shaky.

“Mason..”

“My sweet little Mason. You have the most delightful voice.”

“Thank you..” You take in a breath.

“So tell me, Mason, what do you need from me tonight?..” Before you can think you’re answering.

“Mistress I need to come.” Your voice is more unsure than you intend.

“That’s really what you want pet?”

“Y-yes”

“Yes what baby?” You hesitate.

“Yes Mistress please..”

“Such a good boy..” You moan without warning.

“And eager as well.” You can hear the amusement in her voice.

“Now… Do exactly as I tell you.”

“Ok…”

“That’s not how I taught you.”

“Yes Mistress.” This time you don’t hesitate.

“Take your cock in your hand.” The sheer touch itself bring you back to life. You let out a whimper. That’s the only way to describe it. A meek shaky whimper.

“Now baby, stroke yourself.”

“Yes mistress” You voice is hush and yearning. You take your hand up your shaft slowly as instructed. You repeat the movement closing your eyes.

“Pretend that’s my hand baby. Imagine me touching you.”

“Fuck..”

“Hmm we don’t use such foul language. Next you will be swiftly punished” You hold back a moan.

“Oh my.. You like that sort of thing don’t you?.. You enjoy being punished? You want to feel a heavy hand on you behind don’t trabzon escort you?” You don’t know what to say. You can only accelerate the past of your hand.

“I do hope you have not increased the speed of your touching without my permission.” You slow down immediately, but you’re aching already to go faster.

“Mistress I want to go faster.”

“That isn’t how we ask pet.” You let out a soft groan.

“Please..”

“My, hasn’t anyone taught you how to beg like a proper slut? ‘Please?’ You think that’s sufficient? For your sake I hope not.” Your face is burning.

“Please Mistress.. I need more. Please Mistress I promise I’ll be good i want more I-” You cut yourself off with a loud whine. You’ve never quite yearned to come like this.

“Hmm I didn’t realize I was harboring such a needy little boy.” She is pondering whether she’ll let you continue. You can hear it in the silence.

“Very well. Continue.” You moan.

“Thank you mistress.” You’re fucking your hand. Every time you think of her hearing you it inspires you to moan louder. It forces you to move faster. Because you want to come for her so badly. And you realize that this may very well happen in not too long.

“Mistress I’m close.”

“Stop.”

“What?”

“I said stop.”

“But Mistress I-“

“Orgasms are earned Mason.” Something about hearing her say your name makes you melt.

“Beg. Tell me why I should let you finish tonight.” You start without hesitation.

“Please Mistress I need to come. I need to finish. I need you to hear me finish. I need it so bad. I want it Mistress please-“

“Then come for me slut.” And you do. You jerk yourself fast letting out long erotic moans followed by streams of white. You thank her. You can’t seem to stop thanking her because you’ve never felt quite this good. Nothing, no one, has ever made you feel quite this good.

“It doesn’t have to end here.” You are thrilled by this proposition.

“Meet me tomorrow. I’ll send you my address.”

“Yes Mistress.”

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I have been in a terrible traffic accident. I was waiting to cross an intersection, when a little kid shot out into the street from behind me. He was directly in the path of a car trying to beat the light. I jumped after the kid and pushed him as hard as I could. The car swerved, I was hit, and was knocked up and over the roof of the car. Not that I remember any of that. It’s been told to me numerous times since I’ve come out of the coma. It was holiday season when the accident occurred, but I’m told that Memorial Day is tomorrow. I find it hard to believe I was out that long. I have been healing as I slept. Most of the damage from the two broken legs and shattered hip I suffered has been repaired, and I now face months of therapy to walk again. I also managed to bust my skull, but they tell me I’m just as stupid as before.

The staff here seems nice and I have my own room. It seems the driver of the car is paying the bill in full as part of his penance. I’m to meet the physical therapist today. I hope I can get off this liquid diet soon. There’s only so many bowls of broth you can drink before it wants to come back up.

As I was flipping through the channels on the TV, I had a knock on the door and in walked a woman that wasn’t in a nurse’s uniform. She had mid-back length brown hair that was a bit wavy, big brown eyes and a huge smile. She immediately reminded me of Maryanne from Gilligan’s Island.

“Hi! I’m Laura. I’m going to be your therapist for as long as it takes to get you on your feet again!” she said, full of enthusiasm.

“Well, hello. I’m Eric,” I replied, as I extended my hand and was greeted with a strong, firm handshake. That’s something you don’t get from a woman very often.

“Let’s get started right away! I asked Billy to bring a wheel chair… oh! Here he is now! Hi Billy!” she said as she high-fived him.

Billy was an elderly black man. He wheeled the chair over to the bed. As he helped me into the chair, he said, “Watch out for her, Doc. She’ll steal your soul!”

“Oh Billy,” she said, waving her hand at him. “Are you ready?”

“I guess,” I replied.

She grabbed the handles of the chair and said over her shoulder, “Thanks, Billy. I’ll take it from here!”

“Remember what I told you, Doc!” shouted Billy as Laura took me to the elevator.

“Don’t mind him, Eric. Sometimes he can be such a character! One time he told somebody that the appendix fairy was going to visit them over night. They caught him trying to put a lollypop under the person’s pillow,” she said, with a ‘can you believe it?’ tone of voice.

“He sounds like a great guy to have around the patients,” I said looking back at her. As I still had my head turned, I realized that her perky tits were inches from my face. She looked down at me from above and smiled. I didn’t know if she was smiling because she was nice or because I was looking at her breasts. We reached the therapy room and she parked the wheel chair next to a bench by some workout equipment. She helped me over to the bench and then took off her sweatshirt to reveal a sports bra. Her breasts were mashed in them and her nipples were pronounced. I found it hard to look away. She removed her sweatpants to reveal a pair of spandex shorts. She had smooth looking calves and thighs of steel.

“Okay,” she said, standing with her hands on her hips. “I want to teach you some warm-up moves before I start with the actual exercises. They are very important. Without them you could seriously hurt yourself and set your recovery back weeks.”

I watched as she began a series of stretches and bends. Every time she moved, her body showed it’s well-honed condition. After she was done, she walked over to me and pulled me up off the bench.

“Let’s give it a try,” she said. She stood behind me and wrapped an arm around my abdomen. She wrapped the other around my chest. Her touch was electric! I actually shivered under her touch. She noticed. “Am I hurting you?” she asked.

“No, not at all.”

“Okay, now let’s do this,” she said as she bent me over. She was leaning on my back and her breasts were pressed against me. It was almost impossible to ignore them. We progressed through the warm-ups. Her hands were always there to steady me. Somewhere alone the line, I started to get an erection. I still had baggy pants on, so it wasn’t very obvious. I tried to avoid contact with her in that area in any way I could. I succeeded until the final step. She and I were kneeling and she had me stand. She did not rise right away and got a face full of mini-me. I immediately turned away. She raised her leg to be still on one knee.

“Eric, I need to check the muscles on your legs for impending cramps,” she said. “Please come back here,” she said, motioning with her hand. I walked back, but stood a bit off angle to her.

“No, this way,” she said, as she twisted my hips so I was facing her directly, with my erection pointing at her face again. My sweats still managed to camouflage it a bit. She started düzce escort to rub my calves and thighs firmly. “We need to make sure you are able to continue through the difficult exercises ahead before we continue.”

As she worked on me, her head inadvertently hit mini-me several times. She said nothing and made no change in her ministrations on me to avoid it. I just played dumb.

When she was done satisfying herself that I was ready to continue, she stood. As she raised herself, she dragged a hand from my calf, up my thigh, and over my erection. All she said was, “I think you’re ready.”

>>>>>><<<<<<

The first workout was grueling. I don’t think anything ever hurt me that much before. By the time she took me back to the room, I had to ask for a pain shot.

“No! No shot! The first couple days are always the roughest, Eric. Don’t give up on me. When your all better, I’ll probably want you to take me out dancing!” she said, patting me on the arm for encouragement.

“Okay,” I said, as Billy took the chair. Before he made it to the door, he said, “Don’t do it, Doc, don’t even listen to her. You’ll fall under her spell.” Then he pointed a finger at me and said, “You mind what I tell you!”

“Oh, Billy!” she said, as she chuckled and waved him off. “He really is a character! Today’s his ‘doom and gloom’ day.” She said, as she rested her hand on my thigh. I was really hurting, but that touch sent a bolt to my cock and sent it on a mission. Her hand crept a bit closer to my crotch as she raised the bed so I could look at her better. Her breasts were again covered in her sweatshirt, but I knew they were there, perky as ever. “I want you to get a good nights rest,” she said. “Make sure you eat your dinner and go to sleep early, okay?” As she said, “Okay,” she ran her hand from my thigh to my crotch. She stopped for a second and closed her hand around my erection. “You’re too exhausted for this, Eric,” she said, patted me on the head, and waved me goodbye.

I watched her go as my heart and cock were thumping away. Today was the first time I had an erection since I woke. I got up, hobbled to the door and saw no imminent nursing visits coming. Dinner was still a half an hour off. I climbed back into bed and pulled the curtain to hide myself from the doorway. I pulled the covers up over me, stuck my hand in my pants, and started a good wank.

“Hello! I Rae! I’m here to ask a few questions about your stay here! Oh! Do you want me to come back?” she asked, as I snapped my hands out from under the covers.

“No! This is fine. What do you want to know?” I asked. So much for a wank.

I tried again that night, but they keep coming in on you at all times of the night. No time was safe. I gave up.

>>>>>><<<<<<

After a few weeks, I was able to stand on my own and walk a short distance with crutches. Laura was a real trooper, putting up with all kinds of emotional tantrums that came with my inability to improve faster. She was a rock that I could rely on for emotional support. She had a vitality that never seemed to wane. Everyone has at least one off day here and there, but not Laura. Her perky personality was contagious. As I got closer to the time I would be able to be released from the hospital, Laura intensified her therapy. Sometimes she was very forceful. Some might say she was even bossy. I didn’t mind; she was the reason that I was walking.

Most of the sessions were the same. There were warm-ups, exercises, the cool down, and a rub down by Laura. Sometimes she did them as I was standing, getting poked in the eye for her effort by mini-me, or while I sat on the bench. She mostly smiled as she caught me staring at her breasts in her sports bra as she worked the muscles in my legs.

At one point a few days later, she told me she no longer wanted to hear how much it hurt. “You have had the chance to get used to this! You must ignore the pain! Push it down! Bite your tongue and endure it! You’re a man! Suck it up!” she said, as I endeavored to finish the set. “The pain makes you strong! Ignoring it makes you a man!”

During one extremely painful exercise, I must have grunted or something and I was rewarded with a “No!” and a slap across the face. I stopped my efforts and looked at her. She replied, “No pain! Now keep going!”

I continued, making sure I didn’t make any sound that could be interpreted as pain. She kept a close watchful eye on me. When I finished, I pulled myself off the floor and sat on the bench. She stood looking at me with her hands on her hips.

“What is the problem here? I want you to be able to do these exercises that I’ve chosen for you and feel no pain,” she said with her hands on her hips

“I’m sorry, it hurts, Laura,” I said hanging my head and looking at the floor.

She walked over to me and cradled my head in her hands. “I understand. I’ve the feeling that you’re trying, so I’ll take that into account. If I felt you edirne escort weren’t, I’d drop you as a client and let some other therapist take you.” She kneeled in front of me and looked me in the eye. “Keep a strong mental outlook on this. Be strong, but do as I say. If you doubt me, then quit. There is no half way in this. You must abide by what I say, or hire someone else,” she said, as she stood.

“I, … want to continue my therapy with you. I promise to try much harder to do as you tell me,” I said, looking into her deep brown eyes.

“Fine. I’ll meet you here again tomorrow,” she said as she walked out of the room.

My heart felt like it was going to break with her absence. I pulled myself up and started to walk back to my room. Billy was standing at the doorway. He looked at me and said, “You still have a chance, Doc. Hire someone else! You don’t need her. She’s all wrong for you.”

“Billy, come on. You don’t need to keep this joke up anymore.” It was funny before, but not now. I like Laura. She has my best interests in mind.”

“All I can tell you, Doc, is that you can still turn away.”

I walked past Billy on my crutches and headed back to my room.

>>>>>><<<<<<

Two days later, when I was several hours into my exercises, I pulled a muscle in my side and groaned. She pushed me to the floor on my hands and knees, pulled a strap out of her pocket, and slapped it across my back.

“I told you no pain!” she said through gritted teeth.

“What are you doing?” I started to ask.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Don’t talk back to me! Do what I tell you! Get back to your exercises and NO PAIN!”

I did as I was told. As I was getting close to finishing, she pushed me onto my hands and knees. She slapped her hand hard across my back. It really stung. She put her face right next to mine and looked hard in my eyes. “Are those tears?” she asked.

She hit me several more times. “NO PAIN!” she said. She leaned back into my face. She looked at me hard. I tried every means possible not to allow tears to appear even though her slaps stung like a bee sting. I did not tear. She grabbed my chin and slapped me with the strap across my back. She had her eyes locked on mine. I could feel the heat in my face from the pain, but I did not tear. She let go of my chin, and stood. I looked up at her. She was nodding her head. “Much better,” she kept repeating to herself. I felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I stood and she snapped, “Did I tell you that you could get up?” I went right back down on all fours. She nodded her head. In the doorway, Billy was shaking his head.

“Get out of here, Billy, you’re not needed here.”

“Doc?” he asked, looking at me with a look that told me ‘All you have to do is ask’.

I had an uneasy feeling going on inside of me. I wanted this woman’s approval, but for some reason, Billy’s presence was preventing me from giving myself to her. I hesitated.

“Get out of here, Billy!” she said again.

I did not move. Billy hung his head to the floor and waked away, shaking his head the whole way.

“Ignore him. He’s senile,” she said, as she pulled me to my feet.

I returned to my room and all I could think about was the exchange between Laura and Billy. I looked up and down the hallways for him, but I didn’t see him. I had him paged, but my phone didn’t ring. I supposed the he had gone home. Every time I thought of her, I had the picture of a little spitfire with perky breasts and desperately wanting her approval.

>>>>>><<<<<<

The next day she didn’t come to work and I found that I was actually pissed that she didn’t. I took it out on anyone that came in the room or got within earshot. At one point I was standing in the doorway yelling at a nurse’s aid, when I noticed Billy across the hall. He was looking at me and shaking his head.

>>>>>><<<<<<

The following day, she came into my room and stood with her arms folded.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get out of bed! Get down to the therapy room, now!”

I got up and headed to the door. As I entered the hallway, Billy was walking down the hall, pushing another patient. He was shaking his head and as he passed me, and said, “You didn’t listen to me. She’s got her claws in you now. She’s taking your very soul and you don’t even know it. I tried to warn you. God help you, Doc.”

I didn’t care what Billy said. I was thrilled that Laura was there and I’d have the pleasure of her company for the next few hours.

“Move it!” she said.

I hurried as fast as I could, but she walked behind me poking her finger in a sore spot in the lower portion of my back. At one point I was close to turning on her. She must have picked up on that because she stopped poking me. When we entered the therapy room, she slapped me right across the face. Hard. She stood in front of me looking for tears. There were none. “Good,” she elazığ escort said. “Okay, let’s begin.”

I went through the entire set. She stood in front of me, watching the entire time. It hurt. There were no tears, but it hurt! When I was done, I looked up and thought I saw her with her hand at her crotch. She straightened up and simply said, “You are doing better, but you still need to control the pain.”

>>>>>><<<<<<

The next day, I was about through with my exercises. I had improved enough that she no longer needed to spot me for the tough ones. I almost wished I still needed her hands on my back or legs for support and encouragement. I missed her touch! I finished and stood in front of her. She looked at me for a moment and then walked over to me and gave me a hug.

“I’m proud of you. You’ve really worked hard, but you still have so far to go. I signed for you’re release tomorrow,” she said, as one arm started to slide up and down my side.

That was more than enough to get the ball rolling down below. Within seconds I was rock hard. She passed her hand over the tent in my pants a few times.

“You know, some people find the combination of pain and pleasure to be very erotic,” she said, as she continued to caress the bulge in my sweats. But I don’t think you’ve earned more pleasure than this right now,” she said as she pulled away from me.

Damn! I was close to cumming. Her hand had an awesome effect on me. I didn’t want her to stop, but how do you ask your therapist to come back and finish what she was doing?

“I’ll see you tomorrow before you leave,” she said as she hung a towel over her shoulders and left the room.

I walked back to my room as stealthily as I could. This hard-on was going nowhere and was easily visible to anyone the looked down.

>>>>>><<<<<<

I was being released! I still needed a cane, but I was able to function on my own. Laura came to my room just as she said she would.

“Now we can start thinking of a date to take me dancing!” she bubbled.

I looked down at the cane and said, “I’m not sure if I can do that right now.”

“Okay, I’ll take a rain-check on that. In the mean time, I want to see you twice a week until I’m satisfied you can dance. Make sure you do the exercises I taught you, twice on a daily basis.”

“Okay. Where is the therapy place?” I asked.

“My place,” she said, handing me a card. “Be there Monday at 5 pm.”

“Okay, Laura. I don’t know how to thank you,” I said, putting the card in my pocket.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” she said.

Billy was standing at the door with the wheel chair to take me to the front exit. He was still shaking his head. As we got to the front door, he said, “You’ve got one chance left to save your soul Doc, don’t go.”

“What’s with you, Billy? Of course I’m going to go. She’s my therapist.”

As I entered the cab that was to take me home, I saw Billy look at me one last time, turn, and reenter the hospital. He was shaking his head the whole time.

>>>>>><<<<<<

I arrived at my apartment. It was a ground floor, one bedroom type. My father made sure that the rent was paid while I was still in a coma. Since I woke, I was able to use my disability payments to pay him back. He met me there and made sure I was stocked up on groceries. When he left, I was alone for the first time in months. I sat back in my easy chair feeling glad I didn’t have to do the exercises if I didn’t want to. I’m the king of my own castle and if I don’t want to do the exercises, I won’t!

Still, I found myself missing Laura’s presence. She could be a bit forceful, but I found our sessions stimulating. She made me want to walk right for her, not myself. The thought of her caressing my cock through my pants was still fresh in my mind. I thought of her sweet face and perky body and found myself rubbing my cock through my pants. As I said, there was no way to relieve an erection in the hospital. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone. Unfortunately for them, the orderlies had to change several sheets due to nocturnal emissions. I hadn’t had that happen since I was thirteen and my mother found them.

Well, I was alone now. There would be no interruptions or prying eyes. I unzipped my pants and forced them down to my ankles. I leaned back and openly caressed myself for the first time in ages.

As I closed my eyes, I began stroking myself with the vision of Laura in my mind. I knew she was a little spitfire under those baggy clothes she wore all the time. I had seen her I her tight spandex tops and bottoms several times now. I had the vision of her standing before me, rubbing her perky breasts with one hand and working her womanhood with the other. In my mind, we were putting a show on for each other. She held a tit close to her mouth and tried to lick it. The other hand had her womanhood pushed wide as the middle finger played with her clit. I was working up a good orgasm, as I stroked myself the way I liked best. I imagined her waiting for me to cum so she could release her own passion. I began to feel the tingle in my balls that signaled the end, I closed my eyes harder and envisioned her working in a frenzy between her legs. The first contraction hit.

RING!

I almost fell out of the chair! A perfectly good orgasm was ruined!

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In bed that night, her blood still effervescent with alcohol, her head still dizzy from his attentions, her fingers ran over the thin cotton of her dampening knickers. She pictured his face, that look of earnest concentration she had observed as they’d pored over his camera together and imagined him giving that thoughtful consideration to every inch of her body. His delicate but masculine hands tracing an unseen picture on her skin, his tongue moving its way deliberately down her torso, over her stomach. As she slid her own hand kırklareli escort inside the fabric of her underwear she imagined it was his tongue that was right now coming into gentle contact with her clit. As she writhed and bucked against her right index finger, her left hand grabbed at the sheets the way she would grab at his hair and pull him into her sex. She moaned quietly into the empty bedroom as her incessant administrations pushed her closer and closer and finally over the edge.

And now, two days later, she sat drumming her fingers on her knee, tightly clutching the strap of her camera, the carriage rocking gently as it hurtled through the blackness. When the train pulled up to Zelivského she was already at the door, palm sweaty on the red handrail, the booming beat of her heart in her ears.

Down in the penetralia of the metro, the concrete tunnels chill the wind that gusts through them making skirts fly up and tearing the hairs from your scalp. No matter the temperature outside, the underworld of this city will always chill your bones. As she stepped outside into the heat of the day, the blazing June sunshine dazzled her, bleaching her surroundings of their colour. A warm breeze billowed the fabric of her t-shirt but, as if the cold air of the metro hadn’t yet left her, a shiver rippled through her body. She pulled the well-creased map from her pocket, read through the clearly penned, thorough directions she’d written and set off. Her brother had said it was just a two minute walk from the metro station. She’d made him go through it several times, pointing out that he didn’t want her to get lost and have to bother him while he was working. This was the furthest from the centre that she’d been in any of her visits here. An area full of cemeteries, dissolving here and there into wasteland, scrubby and bleak.

Walking down a seemingly abandoned street, past shops with their shutters down and a burnt out pub, she felt this place suited James. afyon escort The work of his that she’d seen seemed apocalyptic in theme, each picture infused with a thrilling sense of forbidding doom. They inspired something in her she couldn’t name.

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So immersed in thought was she, it came as a start when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto a dirt path edged with brambles browned by the sun. He had quickened his pace and with the acid of panic rising in her gut she realised she was walking into wasteland with a complete stranger: she didn’t know anything about this man’s past, didn’t even know how well her brother knew him. And his fingers were circled tightly around her wrist and he was pulling her onwards, moving more quickly with each step.

Then he stopped and the abruptness of it threw her a couple of feet away from him. They were in front of some squat, cylindrical concrete construction. It was giving off a faint hum that vibrated the still summer air but she didn’t have the first clue what the building could be. She tried to take in her surroundings but once again the sun had bleached the colour from everything, making her feel like she was trapped in a sepia still from amasya escort an old film. She squared her feet in the scrub as she felt his predatory gaze on her. He was like an impending lightning storm, energy crackling from his body.

She knew he was coming for her but it still made her gasp as he pushed her up against the unyielding wall of the strange building. He had her arms pinned by her side and his breathing was jagged as he dug his erection painfully between her legs. She looked into his eyes, hoping she might find some way to reason him out of whatever it was he was about to do, and what she saw there shocked her into tender sympathy. Those grey eyes were a tornado of pain and confusion. It was as if he had no idea what he was doing, like his body had taken over and he was trapped deep inside. She felt so sorry for him in his tense desperation, she leaned in and gently brushed her lips against his. He let out a wounded animal groan and crushed her mouth under his, forcing his tongue in and pressing his body even closer. The roughness of the concrete scratched at her exposed skin but she pushed back into him, her tongue fighting his and her crotch moving lewdly against his swollen cock.

One hand released her arm and grabbed at her breast, determined fingers pinching at her already stiff nipple. The pain of it made her yelp into his mouth, exciting them both further. His kisses became wilder, knocking her head against the concrete as his hand moved down to grab at her cunt. He must have been able to feel how wet she was, even through the denim of her shorts, and together they fumbled at button and zip until his desperate hand reached her desperate, swollen clit. He bit her lip hard before burying his face in her neck as he began to finger her harder and faster, his thumb working furiously at her clitoris. She widened her legs so his fingers could dig in deeper and she braced her back against the wall as in moments she felt her orgasm rising through her belly. Her cry rang out through the still afternoon as her muscles clenched and contracted. He slowed his pace and then gently pulled out his fingers and licked them hungrily. Without meeting her eyes he fastened her shorts for her, turned and walked away. She hurried to retrieve her camera from the barren ground and stumbled after him. In a daze she sucked thoughtfully on her lower lip. And tasted blood.

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I struggle slightly and Master’s smile vanishes, “I said, stay down, slut. You were curious yesterday, now you’ll find out.”

I hold still at his words and obey him. We’ve never had anyone involved in our play before and I’m more than apprehensive, but, he’s right. He knows me, I was curious.

I was curious and now the object of that curiosity was now looking at my naked, spread open body as he moves through the water toward me.

The day before, after our ride home from Ocho Rios when I’d cum without permission while sucking Master off and looking up to see Christian watching me in the rearview mirror; I’d known I was going to be punished. I hated disappointing Master and knew that he wasn’t unreasonable with the rules he had for me. I simply sometimes lost control of my arousal and was unable to control my climax. Today had been one of those times. Now, the only question was, how would Master decide to teach me?

No words were spoken for the final 15 minutes of our drive home. When we arrived back at the house, Master opened his door and then, ever the gentleman, extended his hand to assist me out of the back seat of the SUV. After closing the door, he stopped at the passenger window, “Our thanks, Christian. Lucille mentioned you could arrange a fishing trip. Could you set it up for in the morning and are you available tomorrow?”

Christian answered that he was sure he could and that he would arrive to pick him up at 10am if that would be acceptable. Master replied that it was and holding onto my wrist, began to walk me to the front door. When we went into the house, Lucille was standing there holding the door open for us. As we entered the house, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Christian watching; a look of frank appraisal on his face as he looked at me. We stepped in and she went out to talk to Christian, Master stopped at the door and pulled me closer to him.

“Slut, go into the bedroom, remove your thong, bend over the end of the bed in position and wait for me.”

He knew I wouldn’t hesitate and went down the hall immediately. When I reached the door, I stopped to reach to close it but glanced up and saw him standing at the end of the hall watching me. He made a slight negative motion with his head and I gasped knowing he meant for me to follow his instructions while leaving the bedroom door open to the rest of the house. I shuddered knowing that as I laid there perched upon the bed with my ass and cunt on display, that either Lucille or Ingrid could come in and see me. But, I obeyed him and left the door open.

I went to the end of the bed, took my thong off and laid it down; then spreading my legs as widely as I could and still stand, bent from my hips and laid on the bed, keeping my feet touching the floor extending my arms out above my head with my ass in the air and my cunt exposed between widely spread open legs. I could feel the heaviness of the training balls pressing against the front wall of my cunt and hearing the metal rings clanging as they swung against the bed. My hamstrings stretched tight as I laid there, knowing that I wasn’t allowed to fully relax onto the bed because I had to keep my feet on the floor and my ass in the air. I’d been in this position before and knew that in addition to the risk of being found like this by the house staff, it would quickly become physically uncomfortable especially as I tried to keep my shins from pressing against the wooden footboard of the bed. I’m an avid yoga practitioner so my muscles are used to being spread, stretched and held that way, plus Master also makes sure I have lots of practice during our play, but while it helped considerably, it still did not eliminate the discomfort. And nothing would diminish the embarrassment if I was found like this. Even with that, I could feel my cunt working the metal balls inside it and my juices dripping out. Gods, I’m a slut.

I heard the front door close as Lucille came back into the house and could hear Master out in the great room talking to Lucille and Ingrid about Ocho Rios, dinner and life on the island. As I laid there, I could hear that chatter and wondered how long he’d have me in this posture waiting for him to come in to hand down my punishment. I knew I deserved whatever it was and that I’d long ago agreed to the rules. I knew what they were and if I broke them, even accidentally or without forethought or planned disregard, I still expected to be punished. It made the parameters of our relationship very comforting to relax into. I knew the boundaries and the expectations. It was much more reliable than the rest of the world but yet somehow not at all limiting.

And it was always deeply erotic. There is no way I can explain that. I know that would be crazy to anyone who isn’t submissive or at least dominant; but, if one is either of those? Explanations are not necessary at all.

I took a deep breath and relaxed, knowing that not only did I deserve what was to come — whatever it was – I needed it as well. After what could have been a very long time kastamonu escort according to my muscles, I heard steps on the terrazzo tile in the hallway. I held my breath hoping those footsteps belonged to Master.

I heard a drawer being opened and breathed out knowing that it was him. I felt weight on my back from things being sat on me. Then, I felt his hand on my ass. I also realized the door was still open and hoped that whatever he planned would be quiet so as not to draw either of the staff down to investigate.

“Well, girl. We have more training to do, don’t we?”

“Master, I … I … I’m sorry Master. I broke your very first rule for me and I’m sorry. Please correct your slut so that I learn to serve you as you want me to serve you.”

I felt his hand slide down my ass and felt a sharp slap on my exposed pussy. I gasped and jolted.

“Life that ass higher into the air, slut and spread your ass cheeks open wide.”

I struggled to comply, pressing my feet harder into the ground, tightening my leg muscles and arching my back to lift my ass higher into the air then reached back to grab my ass and spread my cheeks widely open.

“Since you still can not control your body, we will give you further opportunity to practice, little one.”

I felt his hand at my cunt opening and thought perhaps he was going to remove the training balls, but instead, felt something being pressed against my hot, wet skin and my mind raced to try to analyze what it was. Then, it pressed inside me and I realized what it was — the soft-skin remote control egg. I moaned as quietly as I could and felt myself pressing against his hand and opening to accept the toy before I realized what I was doing. I heard his chuckle and knew what he was thinking, “horny little slut.” I knew because I was thinking it too.

Then I felt something cold at my back hole and felt it pushing to open me to its entry. From the size and the temperature, I knew it was the large rosebud anal plug. The size wasn’t what made it “large”, in fact it was about the size of a jumbo sized egg, but the weight. Oh.. the weight, it was just over a pound. And with the metal balls already in my cunt and ass, my internal muscles were already feeling the strain, plus with the addition of the vibrating egg in my cunt too, I was a very full slut and until Master removed the plug from my ass, everything was staying exactly where it was.

He had only had the egg and large plug inside me at the same time one or two other times and the sensations were amazing as the vibrations transferred through the thin barrier separating my cunt from my ass and went directly to the plug intensifying all the sensations inside of me. Plus, he’d never done so with the metal balls in my cunt and ass. I groaned hoping I could maintain my composure and not cum as soon as he turned the egg on.

“Release your hands,” he instructed, then said, “lift your right foot.”

Confused, I did. Then I felt something rubbing over my lower leg.

“Close your legs a bit and lift your left foot.”

I followed his instruction and as I felt something brush over my left ankle, I felt a pull on the outside of my right leg.

Panties? This was unexpected. I felt them being pulled up my legs and stopping just below my ass. He stepped back, standing behind me to my left, placing him between me and the open bedroom door.

“Stand up now.”

I used my hands to push myself up and struggled to a standing position from my prone one with the panties around my thighs hindering my balance. Once I stood, he said, “hold your dress up.” I did so.

I felt his hands at the outside of my thighs and realized he was pulling the panties up. I felt the back material move between my cheeks and amended that thought to “thong.” He positioned the thong up over my hips, covering my mound settling it into place. I felt an odd weight at the front of the thong and risked a curious glance downward. I saw a black leather thong contrasting with my tan skin and saw the bulge in the front. Master reached his hand down in between my legs and wiggled the lump around until it was over my clit. He pulled me back against him and reached around my hips to slide the fingers of both of his hands under the leather and pulled my cunt lips apart; then, holding my lips spread open with his thumbs, he reached over the top of the thong and pressed the bulge directly between my spread lips and over my clit.

Suddenly it dawned on me. There was a bullet in the front of the thong. A vibrating bullet and it was right.over.my.clit.

I moaned and rested my head back against his right shoulder. I felt him rubbing the bullet up and down on my clit and he leaned his head down placing his mouth on the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulders and sucked hard, bit then laved the spot with his tongue. He knew that immediately made me drop deeply into sub-head-space. It always had for me. There was something animalistic kayseri escort about it, something incredibly possessive. I reached my arms up and laced my hands behind his neck, fully exposing my front to him. He licked up my neck to my ear and captured my lobe between his teeth at the same time he was sliding his hands up my sides to slide into the top of my dress to grasp my hardened nipples in his fingers and pinch them hard.

I moaned and arched my back, pressing my ass back into him and offering my tits more firmly into his hands. I wriggled both my upper and lower body as I turned my head extending my neck offering him more exposed flesh. He replied by pressing his shorts covered cock into my ass and pinching my nipples harder pulling them out from my tits then bending me slightly further to his right then brought his face toward mine. I ran my hands through the short hair on the back of his head and turned my face up to him to have him capture my mouth in a heated kiss. I moaned as he squeezed my screaming nipples ever tighter and plundered my mouth with his tongue. My tongue danced with his and I lost all track of our surroundings. I lost track of everything but this incredible man that I loved who constantly took me on an emotional and erotic journey to places I never imagined existed.

I don’t know how long we were there lost in each other, but from the edge of my hearing, someone cleared their throat. I heard Ingrid’s voice saying that dinner was ready if we were. I didn’t move, just stood there lost with him and trying to get my bearings as he removed his mouth from mine. He squeezed my nipples yet a bit harder and my eyes widened in response. He smiled down at me and said we’d be there in a few moments.

After a few seconds, I heard her steps going down the hall. My first thought was, “how did I not hear her coming?” My second thought was, “I wonder what she was thinking as she stood there for those long seconds after he’d replied to her and what had she seen?!”

Master released my nipples and slid his hands up to the top of my dress at the back of my neck suddenly unfastening it. My arms were still extended above his head and my dress fell unimpeded to my hips where it was caught between our bodies exposing the naked upper half of my body.

“Pinch your nipples with both hands and stretch them out as far as you can. Stay here.”

He stepped away from me and I was worried my dress would hit the ground, but it stayed where it was. I hastily reminded myself to follow his command and reached to grasp my nipples firmly between my thumbs and forefingers and stretch them out. I groaned softly as they were sore from Master’s attention but pulled them out as far as I could, moaning at the sensation.

I heard him return and he stepped around in front of me. I looked down and saw a package of dental floss in his hands as he pulled some out of the container. I raised my eyes to his face, scrunching them in silent question as I watched. His attention was focused on my tits as he brought the floss up under my right hand and directly beneath my stretched out nipple then up around it and tied it tightly at the base of my nipple. I closed my eyes briefly on the sensation then opened them to watch him cross the floss over it self and tied it tightly again under the nipple and then brought it up to the top where he tied it off in a bow and then a tied it double to hold it tightly on my still captured nub. He then repeated it on my other tit.

“Let go,” he instructed, and I did.

I watched and felt as my nipples swelled up on the ends outside the tied knots.

“There we go, you are dressed for dinner in your bowties, pet,” he chuckled.

I raised my eyes quickly to his face, my alarm showing on my face. Oh my Gods. Surely he didn’t intend for me to go out to the table without my dress on, did he?? I stood there searching his face. He watched me for several long seconds, but it felt like eons. He smiled wider and leaned over to kiss me lightly on my lips.

“No, my little one, you’ll be wearing your dress, too. Though that is a fascinating idea. Let’s make sure you learn your lessons tonight, shall we?” he said.

I nodded yes and let go my breath I was holding. He reaching down and grabbed my dress, pulling the top up to refasten it behind my neck. I jolted at the feeling of the material rubbing over my tightly captured nubs and I realized the “bowties” would hold my nipples erect, trapping the blood but not clamping them. They would be maddeningly hard the whole time and would become increasingly sensitive as time went on.

“Dinner’s ready, love. Let’s go,” Master told me. I bobbed my head in agreement, turning to move to the door. Just as I reached it, my cunt and clit were suddenly attacked by the vibrations off the bullet and egg. Both the plug in my ass and the balls in my cunt instantly reacted to the movements of them. I stumbled and grabbed the doorframe to steady myself.

He was right kıbrıs escort behind me and said quietly, but firmly into my ear, “Pet? No cumming. Do you understand? Don’t even look at me with the question to ask, don’t attempt to beg me. You are not allowed to cum. At. All. Do you understand me?”

I stood at the door, shaking, but nodded and gasped out, “Yes, Master, I understand. Thank you for your patience in training me Master.”

I knew that is what this was, I also knew it was going to be a long dinner. The buzzing at my clit stopped and the movements inside my cunt slowed.

Master leaned down, kissed my exposed shoulder, and then, taking me by the hand, lead me down the hall to dinner.

Ingrid had set us up on the pool deck table. It was a lovely evening with the sun beginning to drop over the sea to our left. As it had been our first 3 days and on my first stay here at the villa, the food was incredible. Crab in a light sauce, with some vegetable I didn’t have a name for, rice plus the infamous rum punch.

We settled in to eat, and other than Master playing with the remotes controlling the toys in and on me, dinner was uneventful and as enjoyable as always. We are not only connected in our sexuality, but in our intellect as well, often discussing political and philosophical issues, even arguing and debating — sometimes loudly. His play with the remotes kept my arousal at a high level, but not nearly high enough to make me cum. As Ingrid & Lucille cleared the table however, suddenly the vibrators roared to life suddenly supercharging my arousal to need in an instant. I gasped and grabbed the arms of my chair in reaction to the surge of desire from my cunt and felt my nipples swell further in response. Lucille looked at me with concern and asked if I was alright. I got my breath under control and told her that I’d moved oddly and had a cramp.

She maintained her quizzical look because she knew I in fact hadn’t moved, but nodded her head and stepped into the house. I looked at Master in surprise but made sure my look didn’t transmit pleading for relief. He looked at me over the rim of his glass, assessment warring with amusement in his eyes. “Breath , breath slowly,” he said softly.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he reminded me. This was something he’d taught me and continued to remind me of; using my breathing to control my orgasm. We’d also learned it was very hard for me to cum with my either my eyes or mouth open, unless my mouth was filled with cock that is, so breathing slowly in and out with my mouth held open gave me longer control over my need to climax. So, I focused on taking slow breaths in and out feeling the shocking need recede just a bit.

Seeing me gain control, he turned the intensity down and allowed me to back down the scale further. I breathed easier and looked at him gratefully. The last thing I wanted to do was disappointment him again, I was very glad to have made it through dinner.

He stood, reaching for my hand, “Come pet, let’s go watch a movie.”

We went into the great room and settled on the couch, Master in the corner, me resting against him as he started an action movie. A sequel I’d never seen and was interested in watching plus it was a way to snuggle with him and relax. Behind us, on the other side of the breakfast bar in the kitchen, Lucille and Ingrid cleaned up from dinner setting out dessert and snacks for us for the evening.

Master began playing with the controls again, varying the speed, intensity, rhythm and timing of the bursts on my clit – in my cunt. Driving me up, slowly floating me downward, leaning over to remind me to breath, to concentrate, to focus. Sliding his fingers up my sides to my tits, ghosting them over my ever-sensitized flesh, keeping me from rising too high that I couldn’t pull back from the edge of climax, but never letting the tide go too low either. All the while, on the edge of my consciousness, I could hear the women behind us, making them witness to his training of me — even when they had no idea of the role they played.

After about an hour, they came into the living room to bid us a farewell for the evening and asked us for any requests for the next day. I made appropriate noises to the conversation, yet didn’t add much of substance. My mind was completely focused on the sensations flooding through my sex as Master had turned the toys both on higher than they’d been since at the end of dinner and left them there. I could feel his arms behind and around me, encouraging me to follow my training and neither disappoint him nor embarrass myself.

Finally, after what was certainly a millennium, they left, Master turned the toys off and I collapsed into his chest on a loud moan, panting and sweating.

“Very well done, little one; very well done.” He told me, leaning down to devour my mouth with his. I threw my arms around his neck drowning in his kiss, using him as an anchor to stabilize my emotions against. “Rest here,” he told me, pulling away from me. He rose off the sofa and I laid back into the warm place where his body had been. I closed my eyes listening to his footsteps heading down toward our bedroom. Shortly, I heard him coming back and opened my eyes to watch him cross the living room toward the covered veranda carrying a box. I heard his footsteps going up the staircase toward the sundeck.

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Once a week, William’s loving wife becomes the masturbatrix and humiliatrix of his fetishistic dreams, all while she watches her favorite TV show, The Bachelorette.

Jessica’s Rules includes femdom, wifedom, tease and denial, edging, orgasm control, cum eating, spanking, CBT, humiliation and begging.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“It’s almost eight o’clock, honey, are you getting ready?”

William Smacker’s wife asked him if he was getting ready, but he knew what she meant — she meant was he getting hard?

William stood in the corner of his walk-in closet, facing the wall, and hollered back to his wife, “Yes sweetheart, I’ll be ready.” William’s pants and tighty-whities were dropped to the floor, puddled around his ankles, while his right fist jerked desperately at his shriveled penis, trying to coax an erection before his eight o’clock deadline.

William had one more beer with his neighbor Morris than he should have, but Morris had insisted that they were talking about important things like how to grow greener grass on the golf course and who was hotter 40 years ago: Olivia Newton-John, or Cher. William didn’t want to look like a wussy so he accepted one more beer.

“Now Billy, you know I told you to come home at 7:30 and start getting ready but no, you had to sit over there talking to that slacker Morris Winston about who knows what until almost ten minutes to eight and now you’re having trouble getting it up, aren’t you? We’ve talked about this before, Billy, you know there are consequences for tardy behavior.”

William knew what she meant by consequences; he pulled down on his balls with his left hand and doubled the stroking speed with his right hand — but it was too late.

Jessica Smacker leaned against the closet doorway, her arms folded tightly across her breasts, her forehead wrinkled in a disapproving scowl. “You can’t get it up can you, you naughty boy. I plan a nice rub-and-tug session for you while we watch The Bachelorette and you go and drink too much beer and now you can’t even get it up. Well, I’m not missing the start of the show. You’ll just have to stand there working on your ‘problem’ until the first commercial.”

William hung his head in shame and stared down at his flaccid penis. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t achieve a manly boner and had to stand in the corner like a punished school boy.

Jessica lifted one of William’s belts off the closet rack and handed it to him. “Here, give yourself twenty dick-slaps with this leather belt. Maybe that will get the blood running in your limpy-wimpy, and maybe it will teach you a lesson about being on time when I plan a nice treat for you.”

“Yes dear,” said William, “but what about rule number one?”

Over the years, Jessica had established a number of rules for their weekly rub-and-tug sessions. Rule number one stated that William would not be spanked unless he had an erection that was at least parallel to the floor when standing at attention.

“Oh, rule number one applies to spankings, honey, not dick-slappings. Go ahead now, get started. I’ll be back in a minute to see how you’re getting along. And honey, be sure to make them hard – and loud; loud enough for me to hear them out in the living room. In fact, you know what, why you don’t make it forty: twenty from the top down and twenty more from the bottom up. Go ahead now, be a good boy and don’t give me any more reasons to get angrier than I already am.”

As Jessica turned and started walking out of the closet, William felt the beginnings of an erection. Ten minutes of stroking had done nothing, but being talked to like a naughty school boy, that was the mustard that put the heat into William’s wimpy wiener.

William wasn’t particularly submissive, and he really wasn’t into pain, but being told to do ridiculous, embarrassing things, well, that could spring a hard-on almost instantly no matter how much he had to drink. Some would call it erotic humiliation — William didn’t know if that was the right label — he just knew what he liked and he knew Jessica loved him enough to try to give him whatever he desired.

William wished that Jessica would stick around and supervise while he slapped the head of his dick — just to make it even more embarrassing for him — and more arousing, but he had made his choices and he knew she wasn’t going to miss the start of her favorite show just to indulge his warped fantasies. He would just have to be satisfied with the embarrassment of being heard slapping his dick, and forgo the even more stimulating embarrassment of being watched.

Rolling up the belt until there were only fifteen inches left, William swung it up over his shoulder and brought it crashing down onto the head of his penis like he was swatting a yellow-jacket at a fourth of July picnic. He yowled like a man does when he hits his thumb with a hammer, then did a tap dance in place that would put Fred Astaire to shame.

Three more slaps, yowls and tap-dances produced a quick interruption by bursa escort Jessica shouting from the living room. “Billy, you are distracting me from concentrating on my show. This young lady is so precious and some of these guys are just dogs.”

“All men are dogs at some time or another sweetheart. It’s in their basic nature. Fortunately for me, I have a good woman to keep me in line when I stray from the straight and narrow.”

“I know, I know, you try. I just wish you were here in my lap now, with one of my hands on your balls and the other making slow twisting tugs on your big-old man-meat, but you’ve been a naughty boy and you’re getting remedial training, aren’t you? Start over now from one honey and this time no yowling — just the sound of your man-thing getting the slaps it needs to get hard.”

William hung his head even lower and looked down at his half-erect penis, then started his dick-slappings at a slower pace, one that allowed him to stifle his yowls and keep his feet planted in one place. He had just completed ten down-strokes and was about to start on some up-strokes when he heard Jessica speaking to him from just inside the closet doorway.

“Honey at that pace you’re going to miss the entire first half; you need to pick it up sweetheart. Show me ten quick ones from the bottom up before I go back to my show. Do it for me now, honey, really good ones.”

William sucked in a full breath of air, held it, then attacked his dick with a rapid fire of up-swings. With each swing, his dick flew up, bounced off his belly, then fell back down just in time to meet the next up-swing of the belt. It looked as if his dick was somehow attached to the end of the belt with a rubber string that just kept it bobbing endlessly up and down.

After ten good whacks, all William could do was drop the belt to his feet, squeeze his eyes shut and let out a mournful moan, “Oh Jessica….” A single tear-drop rolled down his cheek.

“Very impressive, my dear. I don’t really understand it, but you must really like pain. I’ll try to give you some extra hard spanks with the paddle before you have your little cummie tonight. Finish you dick slappings, then crawl out to the living room on your hands and knees with the paddle between your teeth.”

Williams’s heartbeat quickened. He wanted to explain that it wasn’t pain he craved, but rather the exhilarating feeling of turning over control of both pain and pleasure to someone he completely loved and trusted. Acceptance of pain, even if he didn’t really like it, allowed him to demonstrate in a real way his acceptance of his wife’s complete control over his feelings, and his trust in allowing her to decide when his ultimate sexual gratification would be permitted.

“Thank you sweetheart, I do so appreciate the time you spend meeting my ridicules, kinky fetishes, and I am sorry for being late for the nice evening you had planned.”

“All right drear, I accept your apology, but of course you’re still going to have to be punished.”

“Ah… I thought the dick-slappings were the punishment?”

“No, silly, the dick-slappings were just to help you get it up. The punishments will begin as soon as you bring me the paddle. Go ahead now, finish up your assignment in here, then crawl out to the living room. If you hurry you might make it before she hands out the first rose.”

William looked down at his half-erect cock and decided he would just have to get it over with as quickly as possible. A rapid fire of up and down slaps quickly produced the full erection he was working towards. As soon as he finished the fortieth slap, he dropped the belt, fisted his dick and pulled straight down with several long slow caresses, easing the sting out of his precious little man-meat.

Dropping to all fours and gripping the paddle in his teeth, William crawled out to his waiting, loving wife — anxious to learn what additional indignities he would be required to endure before reaching the happy ending he so desperately craved.

Jessica looked up from the TV to see her man crawling towards her with the paddle in his teeth. “Oh honey, that’s so cute. Maybe someday we can buy you one of those doggy tails that you can stick in your butt and wag back-and-forth to show how happy you are. Would you like that, honey? An evening session where you have to bark like a dog and I walk you around on a leash.”

William was ninety-nine percent certain she was just teasing, but that one percent of uncertainty was enough to bring a flush of pink to his cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut and thought about the humiliation of being walked like a dog. Would she really do that? Put him on a leash and walk him around, naked, his hard-on bobbing up and down against his belly with each step. “No way, sweetheart, that would be way to embarrassing. What if someone saw thru the window?”

“Hmmm…, I was thinking maybe we could wait until dark, then take a quick stroll around our grassy backyard. çanakkale escort Our neighbors almost always go to bed early. It’s highly unlikely they would notice, unless of course I started to giggle, then all bets are off. Old Mrs. Trumble would flip on her porch light and there you’d be, on all fours, naked, with a hard-on and a doggy tail sticking out of your butt. But I doubt that would happen. Anyway, hop up on the couch now and let’s get started with your punishment spankings.”

William made a mental note to check back later about the doggy walking thing — just to make sure Jessica was only teasing and not really serious. He crawled up on the couch with his knees on the cushions and his elbows on the back of the couch, facing away from the TV.

“Good boy! Let’s start with ten on each cheek, just to get you warmed up. Would you like me to hold your balls for you while I paddle your buns?”

“Yes please.”

“Honey, you know if you want it you have to ask for it. Go ahead now.”

“Please Miss Jessica, will you hold my balls while you spank my bottom.”

“Well, that was very polite, honey, but I was looking for a little more desperation in your voice, along with some sincere begging.”

“Please honey, hold my balls for me while you slap my buns; it gives me such a secure feeling of protection and comfort knowing that you’ve got me by the balls while you administer my richly deserved punishments.”

“Good boy. Yes, of course I will sweetheart, here we go.”

Jessica reached in with her right hand and rubbed his belly, then moved down, past his erect cock, and found his hanging balls. Forming an “O” with her thumb and forefinger, she encircled his ball sack, then pulled down and away towards the couch.

“Push your tushie out, honey, so I have a nice target for the paddle.”

Whack! The fist stroke arrived before William was mentally prepared for it; then five more, in rapid succession, with no time in between for recovery. Jessica released his balls, then re-gripped them even tighter and delivered four more quick whacks.

“That’s the first ten, honey, I think you should thank me and then ask for the next ten.”

“Thank you darling, you give me exactly what I need exactly when I need it. You know me so well. Please, may I have ten more, harder than the first.”

“Well, I don’t know about harder. I’m not very good at swinging this paddle with my left hand. But I’m sure later we can work in some really good hard ones.”

Jessica delivered ten more spanks; five to each butt cheek, then turned the paddle sideways and ran the blade of the paddle up his ass crack and pushed in.

“Hold the paddle there between your butt cheeks, honey, I want to see what you’d look like with a doggy tail.”

William squeezed his butt cheeks tight and cringed; back to the doggy thing, he thought.

“You know, the more we talk about it, the more I’m liking this idea. You have such a cute, tight butt, I’d just love to see a doggy tail sticking out of it.”

William unclenched his butt cheeks and the paddle fell, bouncing off the couch and onto the floor. He hoped Jessica would get the message of what he thought about the doggy walking idea.

“Oh, honey, you dropped it. We’ll definitely have to get something insertable that’s easier to clench.”

William considered speaking up but decided now was not the best time.

“My show is starting again now, honey. I need to concentrate on my show and you need to concentrate on your best self-arousal efforts. You know what I’m looking for honey. Get right to the edge and try to keep it there as long as possible. Start with a hundred long, slow strokes and remember rules two, three, and four.”

William knew what she wanted and he was well acquainted with rules two, three, and four.

Rule two was fundamental: no cummies without permission.

Rule 3 was more cerebral and re-enforced rule two. William was required to repeat one of his memorized mantras softly, over and over, whenever he masturbated himself. “Get to the edge for Jessica, no cummies allowed… Get to the edge for Jessica, no cummies allowed.”

William repeated his mantra over and over, still on his knees and still facing the wall, until he had completed his stroking assignment.

As required by rule number four, he then reported his arousal level at eight out of ten and he humbly requested his next assignment.

Sometimes Jessica would give him a new assignment almost immediately and other times she would make him wait until his arousal level subsided a couple notches. This time she delivered his next assignment almost immediately.

“Good boy; a hundred more now, really fast ones. But this time honey, keep your hand perfectly still and hump it like a doggy on a bitch. Go ahead now.”

William humped his hand with the enthusiasm of a school boy. In a flash he had reached eighty strokes and was on the very edge of release. rize escort “Please Jessica, if I keep humping I’m going to cum… what should I do?” Williams pitch took on a higher tone, almost like a whine.

“Oh you silly goose, you know cumming is not allowed, but you can ruin it for me. Would you like to do that for me, honey, have a nice ruined orgasm? I know how difficult that is for you and I would be so impressed I might even be willing to schedule another session later this week.”

William hated ruining his orgasms. He spent days thinking about how glorious it was going to be to have a nice cummie under the watchful supervision of his loving wife. He spent hours doing embarrassing and humiliating things in order to glide on the fragile edge of no return, waiting patiently for permission to cum. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin it.

“Please sweetheart, don’t make me ruin it. How about a compromise? No squirting – I’ll edge until my release just oozes out in a slow dribble.”

“Well, that sounds fair. No youthful, uncontrolled squirting half way across the room, just the mature, controlled dribbling of a wussy-wanker into a waiting hand. And no need to clean up the back of the couch, or my stockings or anywhere else where your messy jism might land. Of course rule five would apply.”

Rule five. William hated rule five almost as much as he hated ruining his orgasms. Rule five said that William was required to lick up any jism that resulted from a dribbled hand job.

William and Jessica had spent many hours in the past discussing rule five. William explained that the thought of licking up his own jism sounded incredibly exciting when he was aroused, but, once he had his relief, he no longer had any interest and found it only degrading and insulting.

They finally arrived at a compromise that they labeled rule Five-A: all dribbled hand jobs will be deposited on a plate laying on the floor between Williams knees. The plate, loaded with jism, is stored in the freezer and thawed out in a conspicuous location, by William, on the day of his next scheduled session. This compromise allows William to spend the day contemplating the humiliating experience of licking up his own jism, once he is suitably aroused.

Sometimes, Jessica would decide on two dribbled hand-job sessions in a row. In those cases, William would lick the plate clean from the previous session before being allowed to make a new deposit to be licked up at the following session. Jessica called this a double-dribble and found it quite amusing.

“Rule Five-A,” begged William, “please…”

“All right honey, let’s finish up your punishment spankings, then you can start working on making your messy on the plate. You know that plywood board in the corner out in the garage? Go get it, please.”

William knew the piece she was talking about; he had planned to use it to make a cap rack for all of his golf caps. The board was three feet long, six inches wide, and half an inch thick. William looked down at his naked toes as he trudged slowly out to the attached garage. His cock was hard and stiff and bobbed up and down as he shuffled out to retrieve the instrument of his imminent flogging.

As soon as he returned, Jessica instructed him to meet her in the office. “Oh, and bring that ball-stretcher thing you mailed away for. You know when you ware that you can maintain an erection almost forever.”

William waited in the office, listening for the start of a commercial break that would bring Jessica and the dreaded flogging board. He knew he had asked for an extra hard spanking but he never thought Jessica would take it this far. He stood with his hands raised, grasping the top casing of the door trim. His knees were spread nicely, like a short stop in the ready position. The ball stretcher was wrapped firmly around his ball sack, and he waited serenely, at peace with what was about to happen.

The house went silent and in an instant Jessica was behind him. “I’ve decided to record the rest of the show so I can give you my full attention. Bend at the waist, honey, and stick out your bottom. I’m afraid this is going to be quite painful.”

Jessica delivered two spanks by swinging the board with her right hand but they landed with a limp thud. “The board is just too heavy for my delicate wrists; I’m going to have to use two hands, honey.” Grasping the board with both hands and pulling back like she learned at softball practice, Jessica swung with a force that would have driven the ball well over the shortstop and into the gap between left and center field. I’ve still got it she thought to herself as she inspected William’s reddening bottom.

“Oh, that was sweet,” said Jessica, “as hard as I could make it. I do so hope that was hard enough for you, because that’s the best I’ve got. Go ahead now, ask for the next one, honey, as soon as you’re ready.”

William thought about blue lakes and green meadows and anything else he could to keep from dropping his hands to his butt cheeks and rubbing out the terrible sting from his bruised posterior.

“Thank you Miss Jessica, I believe you’ve reached a new high in the sting delivered in a single swat. Please, may I have another.”

That kind of ridiculous banter kept up for another eight strokes, until finally William cried out, “Please Jessica, no more.”

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