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Chapter 4: Defining Roles

Bob drove and Donna rode in the front passenger seat. Junie rode in back looking curiously out the windows. Donna spoke up, “Town is about twenty minutes away. We will go by the clinic first.”

The town was small and picturesque. There seemed to be a large number of antique stores, art galleries and restaurants lining the streets. Donna dryly commented, “This place is turning into a tourist trap.”

Bob reached over and patted her knee. “It’s all us rich retired folks, hiding out in the woods, that and the demise of the logging industry. Locals have to live off us or the tourists. At least there are enough people to support a good food co-op.” He pulled into the parking lot of a modern looking brick and glass building. “We should go in separately. Junie, you go in first, ask for a confidential lab test.” He got out his wallet and handed her some money. “Once you are at the lab, tell them what you want, an oral rapid result AIDS test. It’s up to you if you want to use your real name or not. They won’t ask for ID. Pay cash.”

Junie felt her mouth go dry. “Alone?” Her voice quavered.

Donna turned and looked at Junie, a puzzled look on her face. She looked at Junie’s face seeing the fear. “I am sorry, Junie. This is a small town. A lot of people know who we are. If we all go in at once for lab tests, people will talk. I guess we should have prepared you for this more. It should take about 45 minutes. Bob and I will go in after you come out.”

Junie swallowed, “No, it will be all right. It’s just something I have to do.” She took a shaky breath. “It is just one of those things that is hard for me.” She climbed out of the back seat of the SUV and straightening her shoulders, marched into the clinic.

Donna laughed and leaned over to Bob. “I had forgotten about the shyness. She seemed so comfortable about meeting us. I can see that this will be a big thing for her to do.”

“Well let’s see if she can go through with it, or if she will come running out in a few minutes. Are you okay waiting here while I walk over to the hardware store?”

“Go ahead. I brought a book to read.”

Bob was gone almost the whole 45 minutes and the bag he dropped into the back of the SUV made a metal clank and chink of chain. “Well she didn’t run back out, but this is taking longer than I had thought it would. When I called they said 45 minutes tops.”

“Do you think we are going to need to rescue her?” Donna sounded exasperated.

Bob laughed, “No, I don’t think that will be necessary. See, there she is.”

Junie was walking quickly, almost running back to the SUV. Her eyes red, her lashes wet like she had been crying. She scrambled into the back seat and wordlessly handed Donna some papers. Donna looked them over. “Junie, this said what you knew it would say. You currently have no HIV antibodies. You are fine. Why are you so upset?”

Junie looked embarrassed. “Ma’am, I was pretty nervous. I guess they could tell because they decided to have me talk to a counselor to see if I was emotionally stable enough to handle a possible positive result. It was so embarrassing. I had to lie my ass off. I told them that my husband had cheated on me and I just wanted to get a test to make sure I was okay. I told her I was in town visiting some friends and that they would be my support system. I did not tell the counselor lady who I was visiting. I am sorry it took so long.”

Bob was struggling to keep his face straight. “You guess you were nervous? What did you do?”

Junie blushed and covered her face with her hands. “I am not sure if it was the hyperventilating or when I threw up.”

Bob roared with laughter. Donna looked at him in outrage. “Sweetie pie, you were so brave. We are very proud of you.”

Junie held out a handful of money. “Sir, you gave me way too much money.”

Bob waved her hand away. “Keep it. You will need some spending money for house stuff.”

Donna climbed out of the car, “Bob and I will go get our test. You can wait in the car or go for a walk.”

“I think I would just like to wait here, Ma’am.”

“If you change your mind, just be back by in 30 minutes. I can’t vouch for Bob but I know I won’t throw up.”

Junie giggled. “Actually, Ma’am, I am surprised I managed to do it. I almost ran out when they said I had to talk to a counselor.”

Donna reached out and took Junie’s hand. “It is good you chose to stay. I know how difficult that was for you. I am proud of you. We will be back soon.”

Junie rolled down the window of the car and breathed in the air. She could smell the bitter scents of tar and car exhaust. She smiled to herself, just one day at the house on the lake and she was accustomed to the sweet, clean air of the country. She wondered idly what Donna would have done if she had run out of the clinic in a panic. It had been that thought that had kept her from completely losing control.

She was half asleep in the warmth of the car when Bob and Donna returned. bayburt escort When Donna turned to hand the papers to her showing their results, Junie smiled and shook her head. “I don’t need to see those, Ma’am.”

“Do you trust us, or do you not care what they say?”

“Both, Ma’am.”

The rest of the visit to town went by quickly. Bob and Donna seemed to know everyone in town, greeting people in a friendly easy manner, introducing Junie as a friend visiting them. Junie found herself shaking endless hands, blushing and smiling, happy that she did not have to talk too much. It was obvious that Bob and Donna were active in the community and well liked.

They stopped by a small warehouse-looking grocery store. It had only nonperishable bulk food and in a cooler in a corner a variety of cheeses. “It’s an organic cooperative store. You must have a membership to shop here. A group of us started it when we couldn’t find decent organic stuff at the local grocery store. Bob and I are on the board.”

Junie added some high gluten flour and yeast to their basket. “For baking bread, Ma… Donna.” Junie stumbled and choked off saying Ma’am. Her face was scarlet.

Bob laughed and murmured, “Madonna? I like it. Nice Catholic overtones.”

Junie giggled and whispered. “It is also an old Italian form of formal address for women, very much like Ma’am or Mistress.”

Donna protested, “Not the rock star?”

Bob put his arm around her. “You are our rock star.”

Bob added a few bottles of organic red wine, cheeses, and a big piece of bulk dark chocolate to their basket. Donna looked at the candy. “He won’t eat dessert but he can’t resist dark chocolate.”

“A man is entitled to have a few weaknesses.”

The farmer’s market was bustling with people and music. A trio was playing lively folk music on stringed instruments. Again Junie found herself being introduced to what felt like dozens of people, trying to make eye contact and smile when she felt like running back to the car. She knew that she would never remember any of their names.

There was a wonderful variety of fresh fruit and vegetables, but also there were lots of booths of prepared food; canned fruits and jams, dried fruits, nuts, homemade candies. There were also artists and craftsmen selling their creations.

Junie’s eyes lit up at a display of fresh strawberries. She hesitated, sensing in herself the same reluctance to ask that had displeased her Mistress this morning. She tried out several ways to ask that would not sound manipulative or overtly submissive. She cleared her throat. “The strawberries look delicious. Let’s get some of those?” The end of her sentence turned up like a question.

Donna frowned and shrugged. “Sure let’s.” Junie picked out a couple of pints and paid with some of the leftover money that Bob had given her to pay the clinic.

They ended up buying some wild mushrooms, a dozen eggs, some lemons, a fresh salmon and a half-gallon of fresh milk. It was early in the afternoon when they headed back home.

On the ride home Junie felt tired. It was the familiar fatigue she experienced from the continual nervousness that she experienced in unfamiliar places, around people new to her. As they drove up the narrow drive, she felt the tension draining out of her. She looked out the window and silently greeted the trees, happy to be home again.

Junie changed into her shorts and tank top and was busy cleaning around the house, taking the laundry out to dry on the line, remaking the beds when Bob called her into the office. He was looking at a bondage equipment website. “Come here; I want to get a few more measurements.” He had a tape measure. He measured around her thighs, ankles, wrists and waist. Last he measured around her neck. Junie felt herself trembling with nervous excitement, peering over his shoulder at the site, electrified by the images of shackles and collars.

Donna was curled up on the couch with a laptop computer. She looked up and grinned at the expression on Junie’s face. “You are tantalizing her, Bob.”

Bob ran his fingertips up Junie’s leg and up the leg of her soft shorts, tickling the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Are you tantalized, Junie?”

Junie licked her lips and swallowed. “Yes, Sir, very tantalized. My mind is full of images, sexy provocative images.”

“Good, that was my intention. Go on now.” He propelled her out of the office. Junie stood in the front room for a second, still preoccupied with her thoughts.

The afternoon sun shone directly on the front deck. Donna looked out the window, “Come on, Junie, and let’s get some sun. I want you to be a little tanned. Not too dark but I want you a nice light golden brown, like a little wood nymph.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Junie followed Donna out onto the deck. She followed Donna’s example of stripping off completely nude.

“Lie down and let me put some oil on you.” As Donna spread the oil over Junie’s bartın escort skin as she talked to herself. “Not too long this first time. Don’t want any sunburn. That wouldn’t be a good idea. We have all summer to get you just right. Turn over onto your stomach.” After Junie rolled over, Donna commented as she smoothed the oil on. “I can still see some of the marks from your spanking. Your bottom is still a little pink. The bruises from the belt buckle are starting to go away. It’s funny how I find the marks that we leave delicious and erotic, and at the same time, I am enraged by these marks from that asshole.” She muttered to herself, “Fucker has not sent that apology yet.”

Junie found herself sinking slowly into the sensations of Donna’s hands sliding over her, slippery with oil. “That feels so nice, Ma’am.”

“Don’t get too sleepy, girl. You have to do me next.”

After oiling Donna’s skin, Junie lay almost asleep, letting the warmth sink into her skin, turning and repositioning her body as Donna directed her to. It felt wonderful. She had not lain out in the sun since she was a teenager, always too embarrassed by her size to risk being seen. She smiled softly to herself thinking that now it did not seem to matter. In fact, she was feeling very sexy-looking lately.

Junie jerked awake, surprised by a sharp slap to her bottom. She jumped up; aware she had drifted off to sleep. Looking up she saw Donna standing over her. “I am sorry, Ma’am. I fell asleep. Did you say something?”

“It’s time to stop. Let’s go shower off this oil.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

For dinner Bob grilled the salmon fillets outside and Junie made roasted red potatoes with carrots and garlic.

Over dinner Donna questioned Bob if he had been having fun shopping online. Her tone was light, teasing, but her eyes were sharp as her words.

“Some.” Bob’s voice was neutral.

Junie could tell that something bigger than she was aware of was going on between her Master and Mistress. Donna seemed irritated with Bob and it was showing in the edge of her wit.

Donna leaned over to Junie, her hazel eyes dancing. She spoke in a deliberately loud whisper, “He spent all afternoon on the computer shopping. Expect some panties in the mail.” Bob growled ominously. Junie blushed and focused on taking small bites of her dinner. Donna persisted. “Junie wonders if you wear panties too.”

Bob’s voice was suddenly deep and sharp. “Downstairs, now! You mouthy fucking bitch!” Donna sat frozen for a micro second, her fork halfway to her mouth, and then with a soft whimper dropped it and scurried towards the basement. Junie shrank down in her chair. Bob took another bite and then standing, followed at a leisurely saunter. Just as he was about to go down the stairs, he called over his shoulder. “You too, Junie.”

With a squeal of alarm, Junie jumped to her feet and scrambled after him. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, Bob spoke to her, pointing at the corner. “Junie, get on your knees here and watch. I want you to see what happens to mouthy fucking bitches around here.” Junie was in the corner in an instant, her eyes huge and frightened, and yet fascinated.

Donna was already nude and kneeling in the center of the room, her hands clasped behind her, her eyes on the floor. Bob walked up to her and lifted her chin with a finger tip. “You find my enjoyment of women’s underwear amusing.” It was not a question. “You seem to find fun at making light of me. I cannot help but feel like I am being treated disrespectfully.”

Bob dropped his hand away from Donna’s face. Giving her a thoughtful look, he walked through one of the doorways and came back dragging a heavy scarred wooden trunk. Lifting open the lid he rummaged through it. “Stand up, bitch.”

Donna quickly rose to her feet. Bob laughed when he noticed that Junie had jumped to her feet as well. “Junie, get back down on your knees. For tonight ‘bitch’ is Donna’s name.” He walked around Donna, a length of white rope in his hands. “Yes, that’s your name, Bitch, ‘Disrespectful Mouthy Bitch’. You seem to be so entertained by my interest in panties.”

Tucking the rope into a pocket, he turned to Junie. “Junie, give me your panties, now.” Junie hurriedly stripped off her shorts and panties, handing the lacy underwear to Bob with a trembling outstretched hand. He looked at her, “I am frightening you, Sweet Junie?” He eyed her naked legs and cunt.

“Yes, Sir, a little.” He nodded in satisfaction.

He sniffed the silk and lace, “Too bad they are so clean.” He spread them wide and smiled an angry snarl, “They will have to do. They certainly are a mouthful, just the thing to shut up a mouthy bitch. Open up, mouthy bitch.” Donna obediently opened her mouth and Bob crammed them into her mouth.

Walking around Donna again he took her braid. “I have been meaning to compliment you, Junie, on what a nice job you did braiding your Mistress’s hair.” Pulling the rope from his ığdır escort pocket he tied it to the braid, doubling back the hair and tying it again. “Yes, a very nice job. I could almost hang her up by this alone.”

Returning to the box he threw out several more lengths of rope. He had a ball gag in one hand and a blindfold in the other. As he fastened the gag around Donna’s mouth he spoke in a conversational tone to Junie, “Probably unnecessary, but I like the way it looks.” He pulled the blindfold around Donna’s eyes.

“Okay, Junie, now I am going to tie her arms behind her. Not too tight though, she is going to be tied for quite a while. Don’t want to put too much strain on her shoulders. We are looking for pain, not injury.” He was tying a rope around Donna’s shoulders and then weaving the ropes down the length of her arms, ending with her wrists together. He turned Donna so Junie could see. “Pretty.”

He picked up a small, heavy-looking leather pair of thong panties. “Let’s continue with the panty theme, why don’t we.” He put a hand on Donna’s shoulder, balancing her. “Bitch, pick up your right foot.” For the first time Junie heard Donna make a sound, a soft whimper as she lifted her foot. Bob’s eyes met Junie’s, his voice was matter of fact, almost joking but his expression was grim, “She is remembering the last time she wore this particular pair of panties. I wonder if this might just be the source of her poorly veiled angst about panties. Other foot, bitch.”

Bob hauled the leather thong up hard, jerking it cruelly so the narrow leather triangle cut harshly between Donna’s cunt lips. Junie flinched in sympathy. Leaning down Bob attached a spreader bar between Donna’s ankles. “Look, Junie. See this metal ring on the back of these panties?

It is not purely decorative.” Bob reached up and pulled a roped down from a rafter and attached a heavy metal snap to the ring and pulled it through the pulley raising Donna up on her toes.

Taking the rope attached to her braid he threaded through a second snap higher up on the rope, pulling it tight. “This way when I suspend her she will be held by both her hair and her panties.”

His tone was no longer light. “Ready, bitch?” Donna whimpered plaintively and shook her head. “Too bad, maybe you will learn to think before speaking.” He pulled on the rope and lifted her off the floor, her body leaning forward at the hips, lifted by the narrow band of leather biting into her cunt, her back held parallel to the floor by the rope holding her hair. A low whine of pain echoed in the room.

“Bring me the chair, Junie.” Junie drug the heavy chair over to Bob, and he sat down on it. “I really need to get something more comfortable to sit on down here. Junie, go upstairs and get my dinner. Warm it up and bring it down here for me to eat.” He idly shoved Donna with one of his feet making her swing and spin.

“Yes, Sir.” Junie’s face was wet with tears as she sped up the stairs to obey.

When she came back, he was sitting watching Donna slowly spinning. “Good girl. Sit at my feet.” As he ate he would occasionally give Donna a push, the swinging and rocking forcing the leather deeper into Donna’s cunt. Junie could see that the flesh was red and swollen around the thong, the puffy flesh bulging out obscenely on either side, almost surrounding the now saturated leather. As she watched, Junie saw a drop of moisture fall to the floor.

Bob watched Junie’s eyes as she watched it fall and took in the small puddle of wetness on the floor. Again his tone was light. “Fucking amazing isn’t it? She is in a lot of pain and yet she is completely turned on. It wouldn’t take much for her to come right now.”

Junie took a long shuddering breath and sniffed. Bob stroked her hair. “Why are you so sad, Junie? Do you wish it was you up there?”

“Yes, Sir. I do wish it.”

“Because you want it for yourself or because you want to somehow rescue your Mistress?”

For the first time a tiny hiccup of a sob shook her. “Both, I think both, Sir. I hate watching her be hurt and at the same time I crave it for myself. Crave it and fear it.”

Bob’s hand tightened in her hair. “I ordered a pair of leather panties just like these for you. I hope you like them.”

His eyes returned to Donna’s slowly swaying form. “I think she is getting bored. Or maybe I am.” He stood and moved in between Donna’s legs, stopping her swing with a foot on the spreader bar. “What do you think bitch, are you bored?” He bore down on the spreader bar, adding his weight to hers. Donna convulsed, a shriek whistling through her nose.

Bob stepped away and gave her another shove, making her sway and spin once more. Casually he walked over and began to inspect the whips and floggers neatly displayed on the wrack next to the fireplace. Picking up a flogger with dozens of very narrow tails, almost leather laces, he turned and flicked it experimentally a few times and then snapped it at Donna’s leg as it spun past.

From where she knelt next to Bob’s chair she saw that the tips of the laces barely touched Donna’s skin but it made a sharp little crack, and Donna flinched, her leg jerking slightly. Bob commented, “She was a little surprised by that.” He snapped it again at her ass cheek and then again at one of her breasts, carefully choosing his targets as she spun slowly.

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Standing in the living room, June was close to tears. Her cheeks were bright red. Small wonder really, Stuart had ordered her to take off her jeans and, despite her pleadings, her panties too. “No Stuart, please don’t spank me, I won’t do it again, honest I won’t,” she begged as she struggled her way out of her tight jeans.

Stuart’s reply was short, succinct and entirely predictable, “you should have thought of that before you went on a spending spree at the sales.” He eyed his wife, no longer the slim and shapely girl he’d married, but she still looked good with her generous curves — 2 children had added a few pounds and time had taken its toll too he surmised but wisely kept those thoughts to himself. Under his scrutiny June felt herself cringing and his next assertion brought her no comfort at all. “You’ve had this coming for some time, it’s not only money matters where you’ve gotten slack — you’re been letting things go. Let this be a wake-up call for you.”

“Noooooo,” June moaned, shifting from foot to foot, clenching and unclenching her fists as realisation dawned — she’d gone too far, she was going to be spanked, she knew it and she knew from past experience how awful it was going to be. “No, Stuart, please,” she begged, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, “I’ll be good, ever so good…” she paused hoping to hear a word of forgiveness but there was only silence “…I promise I’ll be good, honest…” Her voice faded away leaving only the breathless sound of her sobs.

“I told you to take you panties off, didn’t I?”

June shuddered, she was mortified — how she hated having to stand before him and push them down. She knew that as they slipped down her legs it wouldn’t be just her bottom she was baring… her bottombared so it could be spanked to maximum effect. She wanted muğla escort to plead but the thunderous look on his face stopped her — she hooked her thumbs in the elastic and pushed, she felt them clear her cheeks and a second later they slithered down to her ankles. She meekly stepped out of them, picked them up and placed them on the back of the settee and quickly covered herself with her small hands.

Stuart seated himself and called his wife over. She came to him with a little sob, her hands still modestly covering her curly pubic hair. The action amused Stuart, after all he’d lost count of the number of times he’d seen her gorgeous hairy pussy but he allowed her her little victory.

June felt his hand on her wrist, pulling her over, guiding her into the position he desired — her plump cheeks, white as milk for the moment, looking up at him. He could see how tense she was, how tightly clenched her cheeks. And lying there, with the carpet only inches from her face, June felt shamed, shamed and childish just as she had when over Daddy’s knee when she was much younger. She had a fleeting thought that she’d never escape — there was always a man to dominate to her.

Without a word the spanking began, Stuart’s big hand landed “splatt!” on June’s bare bottom.

She howled.

Stuart ignored her, set himself a steady cadence and spanked her good and solid. His hand went from cheek to cheek and visited every inch of each cheek — Splatt! Splatt! Splatt! Splatt! Splatt! Splatt!

June squirmed and writhed but he held her firmly — all she could do was cry out loud — oooowww… ooouchh…. aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeee…..

As her buttocks changed colour June moaned, she kicked her legs and scrabbled at the carpet with her ordu escort fingers. She sprawled there, begging and pleading when she had the breath to do so but she knew deep down that it had a way to go… and with an expertise honed over a dozen years of married life Stuart spanked his errant wife for just a little longer then paused, gave her time to recover and sent her to stand in the corner, admonishing her to stand with her hands on her head while he went to get the hairbrush. She stumbled across the room wailing as she went, “Stuart don’t! Please, it hurts so much! I can’t take any more.”

She stood in the corner, feeling sorry for herself, wondering why it was so easy to defy her husband when she knew how harsh the consequences would be. He’d told her their finances were tight with Christmas not far away…oh why, why, why… Why was she such a brat? As she gazed at the wall the edge was going from the pain, being replaced by a deep urgent throbbing — she squeezed her legs tight, “oh my God!” she whispered as the afterglow overtook her. Then she heard his footsteps and knew that it was too soon — her ordeal was not over…her bottom had yet to feel the sting of the hairbrush!

Stuart sat down again and looked at his wife’s scarlet bottom — it must be as hot as hell he thought but consoled himself with a silent, “she deserves it — and more!”

“Right June let’s get back to business.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she turned, she looked at him imploringly, “p-p-p-please,” she stuttered,

Stuart shook his head and patted his knees. June walked across the room with what dignity she could muster and surrendered herself — over his knee, face down, chubby bottom raised high — just the way she knew he liked it.

CRACK! CRACK! osmaniye escort CRACK! CRACK! The first four blows were solid, two delivered to each cheek and all of June’s hard-won dignity disappeared — she squealed…like a schoolgirl…yelling her head off as the pain overwhelmed her “OOOOOOOOOWWW WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW…” Oh how she twisted and turned but Stuart was in control — he shifted his aim to the back of her legs and peppered both with the hairbrush turning them fiery red and ensuring June would not sit comfortably again for some time. If anything June’s shrieks got louder and Stuart’s spanks got harder and more strategically placed — hitting the intersection of thigh and ass repeatedly while clutching her tightly as she struggled to escape.

“aaaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeiiiiieeooooo….it hurts,” she screamed, “stop…please stop…”

And he did — he rested the hairbrush on June’s sizzling cheeks and took several deep breaths. As he rested his heart rate slowed and he felt the hard bulge in his pants pressing onto June’s hip. He smiled.

“Well young lady I hope you’ve learned a lesson this evening.”

“Uh..Uhh..y-y-yes S-S-Sir” she stammered.

Stuart traced a fancy pattern on June’s thigh with his fingernail, smiling as she cringed, “what is that lesson?”

“T-t-to be a g-g-good girl and obey you S-S-Sir.”

“And don’t you forget it!” Stuart ordered and released his grip on her. June fell to the carpet crying like a child and not concerned that her splayed legs were displaying that which half-an-hour ago she had covered with her hands!

Stuart helped her to her feet, turned her towards the naughty corner and sent her on her way saying, “the naughty corner for you young lady until you’ve calmed down.”

“And no rubbing, June.”

“Yes Sir,” June answered leaning into the corner, her nose nearly touching the wallpaper as her body shook with sob spasms.

With a contented sigh Stuart adjusted his pants to a more comfortable position and flicked through the TV channels trying to find something to occupy him until June was sufficiently calm to take upstairs to the bedroom…

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Shane

I was playing a dangerous game, one where I would find out just how good my willpower and discipline was. The day her story had posted had started out shitty, with my thoughts still on taking someone back to my penthouse while she was working there, when she was an angel and didn’t deserve that. But then I’d gotten to work and it’d been a boring day, one where I couldn’t focus on shit all, except her. I had ended up scrolling her page of stories and finding the one that I hadn’t seen yet. And then I’d started reading.

Holy shit. The more I read, the hotter I got. My cock had been hard for her and those dark fantasies that she started. I had told her some of what she inspired, but the dangerous thing was that wasn’t all of it. It had gone to my roughest edges, images of her blinded and with an open mouthed gag in my dungeon. I would chain her down like that and make her take whatever I wanted to shove in that open ring in her mouth. Cock, cum, my fingers, whatever I felt like it and whenever I felt like it. And I knew she’d go wild over it too, knew she craved my use. Jesus, the way she had said she trusted me, the way she worried constantly over my pleasure and comforts. Reading that story was a torment. She had written with far more feeling than she usually did and I knew that it was something close to her heart, an emotion she’d been exploring. And it had made me feel fevered, drugged. Each desire fueled more desire. Hunger compounded hunger. Christ, I had called her to have her come to my hotel, like an out of control teenager.

I wanted more of her even as soon as I got home, wanted to take her up to my dungeon and train her to take all of my orders. As it was, I suffered through that night while tossing and turning, resisting the urge to wake up and message her a command to see it followed. Because every act of obedience would only be foreplay before I saw her the next night. It would only serve to make our next game all the more intense with a mindset fuel. And that was the real hunger I had for power play games, the thoughts of craving more and more of my partner, the thoughts of wanting to slowly build the teasing pleasure, until it became unbearable, and then letting it fly like a wind up toy, like those times when I ended up losing myself in her and railing her so fucking hard it should have been videoed.

The thoughts made me toss in my sheets through the night when it made me daydream about having her in my arms again, about everything I wanted to do to her. A lot of those things I couldn’t do because I didn’t know her well enough to do them yet. But she had been begging to try some harder sensation play, with some pain involved. This was something I was interested in but not for any sadistic reason.

As I had shown her with the flogger, impact play toys could be used to bring the blood to the surface and I loved that. It heightened every feeling my submissive had, made them hyper aware of every touch. They would focus entirely on my nails delicately trailing along the inside of their thighs, for instance, or arch with a cry at the smallest bites across their breasts. Pain, likewise, could heighten the awareness and that was the point for me. Pleasure was something I felt should be approached with the same delicacy that art should be approached. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure was different for every submissive and the right blend could set them alight in intensity. It was a game. How hot could I make them? How alive could they be when both sensational extremes were manipulated and balanced?

These were the same ideas with which I went to Sulfur’s to wait for her outside. And she met me there about a minute after that, even though I was early with eagerness. There was something shy in her smile, more shy than usual. “Hello, sir.”

Not Aramis. Not even Shane. Lust lanced through me, as if I didn’t feel enough of it and whatever she saw in my face made her pause. “Hello, puppy girl.” I tried to speak playfully, but it blended with my dark desires to become a husky sound that made her step a little closer to me. “Ready to play?”

I took her hand and guided her inside when she nodded. “Yes, please! Is it the same rule as before? Play the game?”

She asked it tentatively and I smiled. “No, kitten. The rules this time are different, but easy.” I waved at Brian when he let us in and then turned to her wary expression. “The first rule is to obey my every command unless you have to safeword.”

She curled into my arms, eyes darkening with pleasure while I threaded my fingers in her hair and held her still with her face lifted to me. “Yes, sir.”

“The second rule is show respect. And that’s it.”

“Yes, sir.” She rubbed against me and I smiled.

“Good girl. Wait here until I get back with our room. I would offer you the choice of being out here or in a room, but I want this session private, kitten.”

She wrapped her arms around her chest, smiling. “Yes, sir. I would choose that too, anyway.”

Yes, ardahan escort because she had faith in me. Jesus, that got to me. I went to Brian to get the key to a basic dungeon style room, a harsher one, and then fetched Hunter to take her there. The role play games were fun and I definitely wanted to play some more, especially in the medical room, but after the day before I just wanted to drive her wild and see her screaming in orgasm. “Alright, what’s your safewords?”

“Same as before.” She glanced around her at the spanking bench and up at the cuffs connected to the ceiling before she looked at me and finished. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down.”

“Perfect. Undress, place your clothes by the door, and then come here to the cuffs, please.” I smiled at her to soothe her because she was looking at me with just a slight amount of fear. Not a lot, just enough to be sexy when she sauntered back to me, but I wanted to reassure her of it too. Even if some of the passion from the day before was leaking into my face now, I was still the same Dom she knew.

And she nuzzled me when she went to my arms, letting me know she still trusted me. “Yes, sir. You’re in a different mood.”

She gave me her wrists for me to cuff above her. “You already know what kind of mood after yesterday. We’re going to go a little darker tonight.”

The smell of her arousal to that thought made me smile. She was drenched already. “Yes, sir”

I went to the cabinet for a flogger, heavier than the last one I had used. “This one will be harder, but it will make the sensations all the more intense for it.” She nodded at my warning and gave me a breathy “yes, sir” right as I started at her ass and thighs. At first she moaned with a little pain, more from the shock, but I worked my wrist in a figure eight, going down her thighs and up her ass again and again. Her flesh turned a sexy pink, then went steadily darker as I worked her in my circuit. I took my time, making sure my strokes were light so that I could build this slowly, until her skin felt like it was glowing. My wrist turned and turned and she gave me the softest little moans. No more pain after the initial strike, only pure lulled bliss. I started to work around her thighs to go to her front and she met my gaze with fire already building in hers. I worked over her breasts after that, holding her head up with an arm under her chin while I flogged, keeping her safe from the tails. Her moans rose in volume and I smiled, swinging the tails over and over those large, perfect tits of hers. And my God, they really were perfect. They were just large enough on her small stature to bounce when the flogger struck them. I made sure that sensitive flesh was glowing a soft red as well before I stopped with it. “Such a sweet submissive I have.” Her eyes lit with the same life as her flesh after my attentions and I stepped to her side after I laid the flogger by the armoire, stroking one hand over her heated ass and one hand on her abdomen. “How are we doing so far?”

Her voice quivered deliciously as I licked her neck, taking advantage of such an erogenous zone right at the hollow of her throat. “Good, sir! Oh, so good…” She whined and tilted her head when I pulled away, arching beautifully.

“Good?” I mused over the word, trailing my nails up her sides and delighting in the way she danced so sensually. “If we’re just at good, kitten, then I’m not doing my job.”

“Oh my God!” She squealed the words when I stroked my fingers over her drenched little pussy. “Better than good! We’re better than good!”

I chuckled and kissed her ear, licking the shell gently. “We are, aren’t we? How about a little more?” I went to the armoire and got lubricant and then went to my own bag and got the large butt plug I had picked up for her, liberally greasing the toy as I went back to her.

“Oh! Oh, please. It’s so big.”

That made me laugh. “Oh, yes. We learned how much you love your holes being spread wide and open last time, so I was kind enough to find a butt plug that might be large enough to satisfy you.” It was the largest one I could find for extended wear, made for torment and sweetest intensity rather than playful thrills. “Open up for me, kitten.” She shuddered when I pressed the plug against her, using one hand to lubricate her little asshole and the other to maneuver the toy. Her moan was hot, so hot, when I teased the tight ring and at first she resisted. At first she tensed and went taut, the muscles in her legs tightening as well, but then she forced herself to focus and relax. Her hole opened a little and it was enough for me to work the toy inside of her. She squealed to that too and I laughed at it, loving the sounds she gave me, loving the way she gave over.

Because she trusted me. “Jesus.” My laughter cut off and I stood to hold her, working the toy farther inside of her. I tried so hard to be slow and gentle, but the memory adıyaman escort of her saying that was just too much on top of the story, that one with her heart in it. So instead, I held her closer and thrust the plug, brutalizing her tight little hole. I pressed my free hand against her lower belly, teasing the triangle between her legs while I pumped the toy. What was it about her? Every single time I tried to be light I ended up down the darker paths, and not in the way of pain or anything like that. It was the more volatile darkness of the psychological.

It was the kind of darkness that made her look into my eyes while her wrists were chained above her, while I was viciously fucking her with an oversized toy, and she never looked away. I lifted my hand to grasp her chin and held her in an iron grip, so that she moaned to the touch. “Please. Please.”

“Does that feel good, kitten? Having your asshole fucked with a toy?”

Her eyes were desperate and she moaned with pure lust, eager. “Yes! Yes, it’s good, it’s so good. Oh, please.”

Her hole tightened every now and again around the toy, but not in resistance. No, she was nice and opened up, but spasming with need and fire, horny and greedy for orgasm. I nipped her lower lip and she growled. So I responded to that by slapping one breast and pinching her nipple between my fingernails, making her gasp. And her gasp made me want more so I thrust the toy home to the base, only to force it back out to the width, twisting it like that for a fucking that would be cruel if she weren’t on my intensity wave. As it was? She was panting against my lips, every inhale like a soft cry of pained need and it made me hard all over every time she mouthed the word “please” against my lips. I had to force myself to lower my free hand to her pussy, but it was worth it to hear her shout of eagerness. “Please, sir! Please!”

“Shh. Easy, kitten.” I finally let the plug seat in her ass and withdrew from her while she shivered with arousal that was quite clearly painful. “I’m not finished with you yet. Take deep breaths. Let’s explore some pain together.”

My voice was lower than I intended. I had meant to make it sadistically playful, had meant to taunt her a little, but instead it came out far more serious. It came out in the voice I would use to soothe her so we could go even deeper, and that felt right when I took up the strap. It wasn’t the heaviest I had, but not the lightest either. It was somewhere perfectly in the middle so I would have room to lessen or heighten the pain as needed. When I turned around she was indeed breathing evenly, but her eyes stayed on me, as if she couldn’t get enough of the sight of me with my strap. Jesus. Just… Jesus. I caressed my hand across her abdomen, holding her steady, and kissed her temple. “Someday, I’ll have you count and thank me for these so I can watch the subspace from it, but for right now I just want you to feel it. Ready, kitten?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m ready!”

I laughed low in her ear because she practically vibrated in her cuffs and in my arms. For that reason I decided to start with medium strikes and work higher. She wanted it and, fuck me, my cock was straining my jeans with how badly I wanted it. I lifted my arm back and snapped the belt right across the center of her flogged ass. And her response was instant. She jumped against my arm and threw her head back in an image I’d never forget. Her lips were parted in ecstasy and her hair was tousled with her excitement. She arched in shock and I brought the belt down again, harder, warming her up to the feeling of the stripes after her flogging. I gave her a third, final warm up stripe.

And then I let loose. Dominant adrenaline flooded me with that first real strike. She shouted, as if in gleeful joy, and there was no sign of it being too much on her face. There was nothing but arousal in all the best ways. She was so lustful that I couldn’t even actually tell how much pleasure she was getting from the strap and how much pleasure was mental. Because it had become obviously clear to me that at least some of the arousal she felt was definitely mental. I had experienced a lot of submissives and realized a lot of ways they could get pleasure from these harsher sensations. Sometimes the sheer feeling of intensity and excitement that came from a strap or a cane was enough that they would get physical pleasure. It worked in the same way that someone could be terrified of anything and the adrenaline rush would dull any sensation, only to leave a sense of pleasurable rush in its wake. Sometimes it was more along the lines that harsher sensations and borderline pain could drive a submissive into the most blissful headspace. It was that magical place where she could let go of all worry and obey someone for a time, that wonderful existence of finally having a stress free moment and earning the phrase “good girl”. Sometimes it was something darker. Sometimes karabük escort submissives craved the struggle and the fight, needed the excitement of a rape fantasy, and disliking pain made that feel more real for them.

With her, it felt like all of the above and none of it at the same time. Her cries were of bliss, both mental and physical. She trembled against my arm and I couldn’t have pulled away from her if I had been threatened. It felt like we were fused together by heat, welded somehow. I struck the strap again and again, giving her my worst with the implement, and she danced in my embrace. To get away at times, to arch back for another strike at others, but every motion was eager and so very engaged. Minutes passed where I just let myself go to the impact play. Her pain grew with the repetition, but never once was she in danger of having her skin broken. I was incapable of messing her up in any way like that. She trusted me and I wouldn’t break it. Not then, not ever. No bruises, no breaks of skin. I worked her up with even blows.

When I paused she shivered and shook all over. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” Her wild pleas had turned lower, into something more filled with wonder. “I never knew. Never. I-“

“Shh. Want some more?” I didn’t need to ask what she was talking about. I already knew from her story, from the deeper writings she had done. She had known she had submissive needs, had known she had fantasies, but she hadn’t known how deep those needs were for her or why she had such fantasies. She had known the gist of the ideas, well enough to write it, but hadn’t known how it would feel, how intense the connection could be.

And now she was getting those fantasies and now she was having those needs fulfilled. It was beautiful, like a gift, to be part of that discovery. Because I no longer had a doubt in my mind that she >i>needed>/i> submission. It was a part of her. “Yes! Oh, yes, please sir. Please, I want more. Please, show me more.”

“I would love to, kitten. How about a short whip?”

“Anything you like!” It was heartfelt and I had to take a breath and step back from the gratitude in her eyes. She looked at me as if I were a god for her and in that moment, I realized that might not be so very far off. Since I was showing her this and she had been missing it, she looked at me as if she worshiped me. “Anything.”

“Deep breaths. Maybe we’ll try a longer whip sometime later. Those can be intense, but so can the short ones. Let me show you mine.” I lifted out the braided whip I favored from my duffel and went to her. “Let’s give your tits some attention, kitten.”

“Yes, sir. Oh!” She cried out the last bit when I pumped the butt plug out and back inside of her.

“And just making sure this toy is still in place. Head back. I have a collar I can use if we need to, but I’d rather you hold your head back on your own for me to have access. You need this, don’t you, kitten?”

“Yes! Yes, I need it!” She squealed it, desperate, and it was more than just the need to finish this and have the orgasm from all this intensity. It was a deeper need. Her dripping pussy wasn’t the reason for it. It was another effect of the fulfilled emotional reason.

“Good girl. Easy. Hold your head back for me. That’s the one rule, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” She quivered in excitement and tossed her head back to hold it away from the whip, obeying me. I flicked the braided whip across her tits and she arched, whimpering… but she didn’t lower her head. I gave her a few more strikes to let her feel it, like I had with the strap, and then I went to work again. It fast became apparent that she refused to disobey me and she kept her head back, her tits thrust out for my attention, and when she danced it was only to toss her hair and give me cries. I rewarded her with my fingers between her lips so that she could suck, holding her head back anyway. The short whip was heavy enough to sting her, to leave soft little welts that would fade by tomorrow morning. But she seemed to love it. “My little submissive is not very still,” I lectured softly when she twisted at a particularly wicked flick.

“I’m sorry, sir! Yes, sir!” Her answer was a desperate mockery around my fingers and I thrust them in her mouth so that she moaned and sucked harder.

“Quiet. Be more still.”

She whimpered and nodded… and obeyed while I continued. I worked around the sides of her breasts, flicked the undersides almost lovingly while she squeaked at the torment of such tender skin. I went to the tops to make sure the marks would stand out. And, of course, I tormented her nipples with the most precise, delicate flicks, making sure that the very tip of the whip struck those peaks. She jarred with every one, her body curving beneath the chains that held her wrists, her lips parting around my fingers in her mouth for whines that seemed to vibrate down my hand and straight to my balls, just like the delicate recoil from flicking the whip vibrated my other arm.

After four or five where I watched her jolt like that, I flicked the whip between her legs, catching her pussy instead. She shrieked in reply. “Yes!” And her body went taut before she trembled, whimpering. “Please, I-!”

“That was close to orgasm. I don’t think I need to say it, but don’t finish until I tell you to this time.”

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I am Wolf.

My name is Wolf. I’m an Englishman in America, 49 years old, and I know exactly what I need to feed my passions with to find sexual satisfaction. I’m a Dom, through and through. My style is particular and precise and I make a point of taking my time. The details are my greatest arousal. A bead of cum on a shiny lip, the sheen of sweat on a broken bitch, the tears running from the corners of her eyes, so many pretty pictures in my dark and deviant mind.

In everyday life I’m the nicest man. Yoga daily, eat well, slim fit, I shame other men of my generation. Good-looking too, by the judgment of pretty young girls at Starbucks and other places I frequent. I often wonder, do any of them have the same passions as me. You see, I have a dream-lover in mind most of the time, a faceless fuck from my wildest fantasy. A woman, her age not the most important thing, her character and kinks being the real cream. I often masturbate and edge thinking of breaking in an eighteen year old virgin’s three holes in the most ruthless way, yet for me, it’s the psychology that turns me on the most. So, my mind drifts to older women, more experienced women, to the filthy mind of my dream-lover.

Without question, the most important thing is for my dream-lover to experience the strongest orgasms when she’s being treated as a worthless cunt. The source of her reason for this will be explored. Did Daddy rape her? Did she ever have a daddy? Did she witness her mother having extreme orgasms at the hands of a brutal lover? Whatever the answer, in time, we can re-enact the trauma, and I can take my dream-lover to the source of her precious worthlessness. It would be my honor to make her nothing and teach her the ethics of service. To make her my sexual muse, to dress and pose and command her. A woman who would be proud to serve a fair and adoring Dom with every last breath of her life. I crave to own her, 24/7. In return, you’ll have the honor of serving my handsome cock and receiving daily gifts of my delicious cum.

I’m of an age when vanilla really doesn’t cut it. The fast fuck, the one-night stand, it’s not much more than masturbation. I want to explore the depths of another human being, physically, mentally and emotionally. Find her most fragile place and have her show me her unspoken desire to be used and abused as a sexual muse artvin escort and a willing fucktoy. It will be a long and difficult search for my dream-lover, but I’m going to enjoy every minute of it, because this is a confession, and the unzipping of my sexual soul for all you sexy subs to judge. Hopefully, by the end of these words I’ll have made your vagina very wet, your clit swollen, your fuckhole ready for cock, fingers, dildo, and whatever I might like to put inside you.

I have a room in my house. It’s a large room with two small windows at either end, hidden by velvet drapes. I call it the Red Room. Red walls, red sofa, red ceiling, hardwood floor. It has a hint of Victoria’s Secret and mood lighting from Hell. It’s very quiet and very private and there are several dressing mirrors for me to pose you. You’ll be nervous at first, of course you will, you’ve never been ready to expose yourself so deeply before, it’s scary to remove your armor. But your cunt is so wet, you know it’s right, and deep inside your fuckhole there’s an ache for penetration. You know who you really are. What you are. You’re worthless and you need to be acknowledged by allowing me to find your limits.

In the Red Room there is a king sized bed with black sheets. Black because of the contrast when you drool or cum or squirt, and when my load misses your face and soils the bed. It’s easy to find pearls of semen on black when it’s time for me to watch you lick it up, like the good girl you so desperately need to be. It’s alright, I will never judge you, you worthless fucking cumslut.

On the other side of the room there’s a sybian with leather cuffs attached. I’m so looking forward to slow-stroking and watching my dream-lover ride and grind it. So excited to see how much you can take, and to see the honey from your pussy wet the vinyl. Don’t you already know, I love a nasty, filthy, dirty wannabe whore for my personal pleasure. Your expression and words and actions forbidden by the normal world are expected here. My dream-lover has a filthy fucking mouth, she loves to talk from the gutter. The sleazy slut with a seedy soul only a man as depraved as I could understand to be poetry. The dirty bitch talks like a wanton whore addicted to (my) cock. I’ll adore you for that with every inch I got, aydın escort and maybe a beer bottle for your twat, and if you crave such things, a shower of piss to wash my sticky load into your mouth.

There is also an armoire. Inside it, things for you. Lots of sexy little flirt skirts and a range of dildos and vibrators, large and small. Anal plugs, of course, and a blindfold for when I want you to get lost in the dark. For rigging, I use the minimum – leather cuffs or thigh belts with cuffs, and my weapon of choice is a leather belt. You’ll look pretty with it around your neck, like a leash, or to strap your thighs together when my dog bangs his bitch in heat. It also serves as something to beat you with – thighs and bottom, a flick of your nipples – please don’t be so disobedient for me to have to use the buckle. Unless you want the buckle. Because, I’m not blood-thirsty, but a squirming worthless cunt taking my punishment is a statement of dedication certain to make her ever more perfect in my eyes. There’s mascara, too, Baby Love Soft perfume, fake eyelashes, shiny pink jailbait lipgloss and scarlet-red too, for a late night whore to smear across her pretty fucked face.

In the corner of the Red Room, under a spotlight, is my throne, a large wooden chair with leather cuffs attached to the front of the armrests. Below, a black towel and a silver bowl. At the edge of the seat, a small u-shaped plinth, where my balls rest for your admiration. I wear a ball strap and a cockring. I’m uncut, about seven and a half inches, thicker than most. Every inch is for you, dream-lover. It’s the center of your world. Your top priority is tending to my cock and balls, 24/7. The cum inside my balls must be your ambrosia, your heroin, your crack cocaine. Because you’re a cumslut and now you have the opportunity to express yourself and show a man who really appreciates what a worthless cunt is willing to do for him.

At first, dressed in nothing but a short pleated skirt, you’ll assume the position in the middle of the hardwood floor. The “position” is knees spread wide on the floor, so I can admire the stretch of your inner-thighs and get excited knowing your pussy lips have parted and the air is stroking your swollen clit. Depending on my mood, your wrists will be bound behind you balıkesir escort in leather cuffs, or leather cuffs attached to thigh belts. Either way, your ability to defend yourself will be all but diminished. There’s nothing sexier than a disarmed woman, unable to prevent my penetration of her holes. A helpless woman is the sexiest. Vulnerable. Prey. Rendered my rape doll.

My dream-lover will kneel topless, facing a dressing mirror, so she can see what a shamless slut she is. Be proud, there’s nothing wrong with being a shamless slut in the Red Room. In fact, purple hearts for the sluttiest of whore-performances. In the Red Room, morals are inverted, we don’t need no vanilla here, this is the private boudoir where worthlessness is worshipped, as my cock must be worshipped. Also, the “position”, your default pose, is crowned by an a open mouth. It is my great desire to simply muse over you in this position and see how long you can kneel there with your lips wide and ready.

Five minutes? Ten? How long before you lick your lips? I’m in the shadows, you can’t see me watching. And when you finally lick your lips and feel your pussy drip, I’ll emerge from the dark and give you an almighty slap. When that happens, of course, my dream-lover says, “Thank you Sir (or Daddy), may I have another?” If I’m generous, yes, if not, assume the position and train that mouth some more. This repetition of proving yourself and punishment could go on for a while, until I’m satisfied. Unusually, when I see enough tears. I love tears.

Then, to the throne. Cuffs for you, mirrored aviator sunglasses for me, so you can’t see my eyes, only the reflection of your performance. This is where you show me, when you fill your mouth with balls and choke on them until you drool into your silver bowl. The first lessons are the hardest, when there’s the unexpected, but in time you’ll be a superstar in the Red Room. I’ll make you feel so worthless. I’ll make you nothing…and everything to me. All I ask is you worship my cock. Want me in your cunt (or not). Want me in your ass (or not). Need me deep inside your throat, where it narrows – that tightening most women can’t get past. That last inch, when the head of my cock pushes through and you’re as full as I can make you. That’s where my dream-lover belongs.

This is just the beginning. The primary need of your Dom is exactly what I’ve written. Beyond it is an adventure I can only forge with my dream-lover, when I discover the source of her worthlessness. One day I’ll see her push my foreskin back with her throat, over and over and over, until I say, “Let’s begin, you worthless fucking slut. All by yourself, show me how deep you love me.”

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When I had left the hotel for business meetings that morning, I had instructed Kass to be in my room at 4 PM lying on the bed naked and spread eagled. I am standing outside the door ready to open it. With me is the clerk from CVS drug stores where I bought the 30 condoms for the gangbang (remember she wanted to join the party but didn’t know it was a gangbang). After she gave me her number that night, I called her and found her to be very pleasant and adventurous. She was even into the Master/Slave things. She had agreed to help me with Kass.

I open the door to my hotel room and see Kass lying naked and spread eagled just as I instructed her.

“So, Kass,” I call to you, “Are you ready to begin serving me as my slave? Are you ready to do anything I tell you to do?”

You nod your head.

“No, no Kass. I want to hear you say it.”

You respond, “I am ready, ROGO.”

I reach out and pinch your nipple (not enough to cause real pain but certainly enough to cause discomfort and get your attention).

“Kassy, while you are my slave, you can call me Master or Sir, Do you understand?”

You start to nod, but I squeeze your nipple harder and you quickly respond, “Yes, Master, I am ready to be your slave.”

Then you notice the girl and ask who she is. I reach for your nipple and hold it firmly. You wince without me even pinching.

“Kass, slaves do not ask questions; slaves just obey their Master’s commands.”

With a trembling voice, you reply, “Yes, Master.”

I turn to the sales clerk and tell her to strip. She immediately complies. I take her hand and walk her over next to the bed where you lay.

“Kass, this is Judy. She is a sales clerk at the CVS store where I bought the condoms for your gangbang. She wanted to play that night but it was a private affair. She is going to help me with your training and initiation. Look at her closely.”

You turn and look at Judy. She is about 5 ft 3 inches tall. Weighs probably 110 lbs, has short red hair, green eyes, a pert nose and freckles on her light complexioned skin. As you look, I run my hands over Judy’s breasts. They are probably a 34 C and look great on her small frame. The nipples are pink and are already stiff.

You watch as I cup and caress her tits; then tweak the nipples before moving down her belly to touch her jewelry in her navel. Then further down to rub against the landing strip of pussy hair above her shaved lips. I pull her leg closest to you up to the bed so the foot on that leg is on the bed beside you and the other is on the floor. The result is that her legs are spread wide and her pussy is openly displayed to your view.

My fingers rub her clit and then I insert one finger in her pussy. It is already wet. This girl is probably 19 years old and obviously has some sexual experience, but desires even more. I pump my finger in and out of her pussy a few seconds until her juices flow. Then I remove my finger and put it to your lips.

“Suck her juices off my finger, Kass”

You tentatively take my finger in your mouth and gently suck it. I am not sure if that is the first time you have tasted another woman, but I do know it won’t be the last.

“Judy, go to the dresser, in the bottom drawer, you will find some black webbing. Attach it to Kassy’s hands and feet and immobilize her.”

Without a word, she does as instructed. Your eyes widen as you begin to realize you’ll soon be tied down and helpless. Quickly Judy puts the web and Velcro bindings on your wrists and ankles and attaches the other end to the bed frame legs and pulls them tight. The effect is that your arms and legs are spread even more and you cannot move.

While all this was happening, I have taken off my clothes and sat down on the bed close to your head. I have even kissed your breasts and sucked your nipples and you had just begun to squirm as I move my mouth from you. Again, your face has that disappointed look. I look at your pussy and see a little moisture oozing from your lips. I doubt my tender kisses and nipple sucking has done that. Maybe you like this slave stuff, at least up to this point. But, there’s a lot more to come.

“Judy, straddle Kass’s head facing the headboard and lower your pussy to her lips.”

Your eyes get wide at that, You start to protest, but I reach for your nipple and you resign yourself to giving oral pleasure to a young girl you have never met and you have no idea where her pussy has been. Judy stands with her feet on each side of your head and slowly lowers her pussy to your lips.

“Kassy, ” I instruct, “Make her really wet.”

As Judy settles her pussy onto your face, you tentatively stick your tongue out and give a little lick to the young pussy presented to you. Judy wants more so she mashes her pussy to your face and begins sliding her pussy back & forth over you mouth. You must decide the taste is not awful and you seem to warm to the task. Although your arms are tied down, you strain your neck to keep your mouth on Judy’s pussy as you lick, bilecik escort suck and slurp on Judy’s cunt. Judy is moaning. She keeps humping you mouth.

I am observing closely and see your tongue slide all over her pussy and disappear up inside her too. More quickly that I would have thought, Judy stiffens and moans loudly as she cums on your mouth and tongue. I caution you to keep licking as Judy climaxes. Probably didn’t have to say anything since you showed no signs of backing off. Judy almost collapses on your face. I help Judy off and kiss your lips tasting her juices as I do.

I look between you legs and see glistening moisture, so I know you do not hate this part of the experience. I reach down and rub your clit with one finger. Your hips push up at my hand and squirm. You are looking for some attention to your body and some release. I slide my thumb into your pussy as I continue to rub your clit. Your hips come up off the bed seeking more pressure. Then I pull my hand away. The look of dismay on your face is all too obvious.

“Judy, release her hands and feet for now. She will need her hands in a moment.” I direct. Then I move you toward the bottom of the bed.

“Judy, get over Kass on all fours in position to do 69.” I see a small smile come to your lips as you hear Judy will tend to your pussy.

“But Judy, you can rub her legs, play with her tits, rub your tits on her pussy, BUT DO NOT TOUCH HER PUSSY WITH YOUR MOUTH OR HANDS.” Judy nods and grins. The smile fades off your face.

I get on my knees behind Judy’s cute butt and near your head. “Kass,” I say as I lean my hips toward you. “Suck my cock until it is really hard; then put it in Judy.”

You reach up and pull my penis toward you and begin running your tongue over the head of my cock. Then you take it in your mouth and suck it hard while using your tongue on the down stroke.

As soon as it is hard, I command you, “Now open her pussy and put my cock at the entrance. And Kass, while I fuck her, you lick her clit and occasionally tongue my balls.”

With that said, I hold Judy’s hip bones and slide my dick in all the way in one stroke. You have prepared her well. I start a long slow fucking motion but little Judy is hot and wants to cum again. Her ass comes back to meet me with every thrust I make. You are doing a good job licking Judy and sometimes I feel your tongue on my cock and also on my balls. I see Judy has leaned her chest toward you and is holding her right breast and rubbing the nipple against your clit. You are humping your pussy against her tit. The tit is already glistening with your juices.

“Kassy, hold her ass cheeks apart so I can see my cock going in and out.”

You grip a cheek in each hand and spread little Judy wider. I can see the flesh of her pussy holding onto my dick as I pull back and almost out of her. The pace of our fucking and your licking increase until Judy stiffens again.

“Augghhhhh!!” is the only intelligible sound she makes as she cums. Her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock and I blast jet after jet of cum into Judy’s young pussy. She collapses on top of you and I pull my cock out and drag it across your face.

“Suck the cum out of her pussy, Kass.”

You jump to it immediately but I don’t know for sure whether you are just obedient or you want some cum and Judy’s warm pussy. I see Judy’s face against your pussy and catch a glimpse of her tongue coming out to tickle your clit. I swat her ass with a loud, resounding slap which pulls her face off your pussy.

“I told you no mouth, Judy”

I instruct Judy to get up and re-bind your hands and feet, that the rest of the party is due soon. Your ears perk up at that comment. As she binds you, I straddle your chest and present my cock.

“Clean it off, Kassy.”

You do as you are told. When it is clean, I get off the bed. I reach between your legs and run a finger up and down between your pussy lips. You try to thrust your hips against my hand and I let you so that my finger penetrates your pussy. As you feel it enter you, your hips go wild humping against my hand. I finger fuck you for a few seconds, then again withdraw.

“Judy, blindfold her. There is one in that same bottom drawer.” As she puts the blindfold across your eyes, there is a knock on the door.

“There are the rest of our guests. Kassy.”

You are spread eagled again, naked with juices leaking from your pussy and dried cum on the corners of you mouth and a blindfold across your eyes. You will present an interesting sight to the visitors.

Judy pulls the door open for me and in walk a few friends I have asked to join us. There are 5 people, I tall muscular black man (Jefferson); a curvy black woman with a tiny waist compared to her tits a barrel chested bald man (Otto); a lithe blonde woman (Tabby); and a slightly built man with wavy grey hair (Ronnie). I motion for all of them to take their clothes of and they quickly comply.

Jefferson manisa escort has broad shoulders that taper down to a vee at his waist. He sports a solid cock about 10 inches long and already stiff. I suspect he started swelling the moment her saw you. Otto is only 5″8″ tall, his waist is almost the width of his barrel chest; his legs are like tree trunks. His cock is about average length, but it is as big as a coke can. Ronnie is about 5’7″ tall and thin, maybe 145 lbs, but his cock is at least 13″ long. It is fairly thin, but the head of it is about the size of a small woman’s fist. LaTisha has big tits with nipples already hard. Her tiny waist flows to hips that are wide and the biggest ass cheeks you’ll ever see on a good looking woman. Tabby looks like a dancer, long & lean, blonde hair on her head which matches her pussy hair. Her breasts are small but the nipples are almost an inch long and 1/2 inch thick. Counting Kass, Judy and me, there are 8 people to play.

I have discussed your treatment with everyone before hand. While you are blindfolded and restrained, they strip and surround the bed. Comments are made as they look down at you.

“Look at those tits.”

“She looks good enough to eat, but I think I’ll have her eat me instead.”

“Maybe I’ll fuck her ass!”

” I want to lick her pussy, then sit on her face.”

“We are gonna fuck this bitch until cum pours out her ears.”

“Wonder how much cum she can swallow?”

I intercede, “Remember gang, you are here to get your rocks off on each other and you can use her, but don’t worry about her pleasure. I want her begging to cum.”

With that, a woman and a man each latch onto one of your breasts and start kissing, licking and sucking. Two more start caressing your legs from ankle to your crotch but never put any real pressure on your pussy. A man gets above your head and lays his stiffening cock across your forehead, nose and touches your lips, you lick his cock with your tongue and try to get the head of his dick into your mouth but you have difficulty since you cannot see, only feel.

I watch as you squirm from the sucking of your nipples, the teasing caresses of your thighs and the desire to suck that dick that is pestering your face. Your nipples are hard as rocks and juices leak profusely from your pussy. You are going to make a puddle; but I’ll be sleeping on the other bed tonight.

The big dick gets off your face and is quickly replaced with a warm pussy. You feel the difference and tentatively lick the juicy lips. The owner likes that and begins to grind against your mouth. Though it is sometimes hard for you to breathe, you do an admirable jog of satisfying the woman sitting on your face. Then you feel the lips of someone between your thighs. As they come closer to your core, you push your hips at them.

You are horny and want to cum. I don’t think you have even considered who might be there to help you by eating your pussy. You don’t know name or even sex, you just want to get off. But the person is Judy and while she can send you over the edge easily, she has been instructed to tease you with little licks and sweeping flicks that tingle but don’t put enough pressure on your clit to let you cum. She does her job extremely well and your hips chase her tongue as far as the restraints will let you.

The woman sitting on your face gets a great benefit as you moan into her pussy and slather your tongue all over, around and in her pussy. After a few minutes of that treatment, she stiffens her body and announces to the room that she is cumming. A man helps her off your face and I see her juices covering most of your face. Judy is still teasing your pussy but you have not been able to cum, she retreats every time you get close.

People swap positions all around you and you begin to feel different sensations as they kiss, lick and fondle your body. A man climbs on the bed and straddles your chest. He rubs the head of his hard dick over your nipples, then moves up to your mouth. You open your mouth to receive him and you almost choke on the head of his cock. It is Ronnie, but you don’t know that since you have not seen him. You just know that a cock head the size of a woman’s fist is in your mouth and you are having trouble breathing.

Ronnie pays no attention to your difficulties. He gets on his knees, leans forward onto his hands and begins to fuck your mouth like it was a pussy. He grabs the back of your head as you try to pull away and fucks your mouth harder and faster. Your body tension tells me you are about to panic.

I lay my hand on your shoulder and remind you, “Kassy, you are here for their pleasure. Relax and let him fuck your mouth. If you suck better, it will be over soon.”

Your body visibly relaxes. Ronnie fucks his cock into your mouth faster and in a matter of seconds he grunts and cums. It must be a big load because you cannot swallow it all. Some of the semen comes out the sides of your mouth and two women immediately mersin escort lick it off. Ronnie gets off the bed.

I come to you and slide a finger up your pussy until I find your G Spot. I tenderly rub the G spot while rubbing your clit with my thumb. Your hips start humping against my hand. Your hips quicken their pace as you search for your orgasm. Just before you get there, I pull my hand from your pussy. You again groan in dismay.

“Judy, help me release her.”

We get the restraints off you and help you sit up. Then I take away the blindfold. It takes a moment since the lights blind to you. As you regain your vision, you look around the group of naked men & women. Your eyes search the crotches of the men. You linger on Jefferson’s cock and a smile comes to your face, then move on. You look at Otto’s cock and your eyes get wide. You continue on to Ronnie and a surprised look comes to your face. You , like most people, can’t believe such a small guy sports a cock that long AND you stare at the huge cock head, remembering almost being choked.

“Kass, go suck Jefferson’s cock. Tabby wants to feel it in her.”

You don’t know who Jefferson is so you look around. Jefferson helps you,

“Come here sweet cakes and taste some chocolate thunder.”

That lets you know who to suck. You walk slowly over and get on your knees before Jefferson. His cock is semi hard and he pops his hard dick against your check as you settle into place. You take his big cock in your little white hands and note the contrast of colors. You run your tongue over the big head until Jefferson grabs your ears.

“He didn’t say lick it, slut. He said SUCK it.” growls Jefferson.

With that, he forces his cock into your mouth and begins to fuck your face. You feel his black dick swell to its full size. You can only get about half of it in your mouth. He holds your head and rams his cock into your mouth forcefully.

“Tabby, do you need more attention to be ready for Jefferson?” I ask.

Tabby exclaims, “Not really, but I want your slave to lick my ass. That gets my motor running.”

Without my having to instruct Kass, she crawls over to Tabby who is on all fours on the couch presenting her trim ass to the room. You take a cheek in each hand and spread them further, then tentatively lean forward to touch her cheek with your tongue, then slide your face so that your pink tongue is against her crinkly starfish. You gently stab at her asshole with your tongue and she pushes her ass back at you.

“OOOOHH! That feels good, bitch, point your tongue and get it in my ass and put a finger in my pussy.” You do as instructed and Tabby’s lithe body starts gyrating wildly.

In about 30 seconds, she announces, “Fuck, I’mmm cummminngg!” and stiffens as you continue to tongue her ass & finger fuck her.

Then Jefferson appears at your side and pulls your head to his cock again. After a few sucks, he orders you to put his cock in Tabby who is still on all fours. You spread her pussy lips with one hand and guide Jefferson’s dick to her entrance. As the head touches her pussy, she pushes her hips back at Jefferson & he thrusts hard at her. All 10 inches of hard black cock slams home in Tabby’s tight hot, wet pussy. You gently rub her clit while he pounds her pussy and she moans her pleasure.

I pull you away as those two continue fucking.

“Kassy, get Otto ready for LaTicia.”

Your hand comes forward to hold Otto’s stubby cock. It is about 6 inches long, but must be at least 10 inches around. You lean forward and try to put your mouth over Otto’s cock head. You can’t do it. He instructs you to lick it good. He gets fully erect and hard quickly. You wonder if anyone can fit that monster inside them.

“LaTicia,” I ask, “Do you need any help getting ready?”

LaTicia allows as how she has never had a white girl eat her and she wants to be wetter. You crawl over to the couch again and LaTicia spreads her long black legs. You get up close to her pussy which looks big enough to take a baseball bat. You begin to lick gently around her clit. Obviously gentle is not what she wants. She grabs your ears and forces your face into her pussy.

“Eat me, white meat, no dainty licking, stick your tongue in my pussy and slurp all my juices.”

As she does this she also begins to hump your face. Then suddenly she pushes your face away and gets up to move over to Otto. She straddles his hips & holds the head of his cock to her pussy. Then she sits up straight, lifts her hips slightly and drops her ass down to Otto’s lap as she grunts while his huge width spreads her pussy as wide as it has ever been. Once she hits bottom, she rests a moment before she begins to slide her hips against Otto’s groin.

I pull you away again and take you to where Ronnie lays on one bed.

“Kassy, you have met Ronnie’s cock already. Get him hard again so Judy can enjoy him.”

You look at him and roughly grab his cock, remembering how uncomfortable he made you. You begin to lower your head toward his cock with bared teeth. I see this and smack your ass hard and leave a hand print. You holler and rise up.

I tell you in a steady even tone, “Kass, revenge is not tolerated. You are here to serve me and whoever I tell you to. You were thinking about hurting Ronnie to get even. You don’t want to do that. Just get him hard.”

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Prologue:

In the year 2020, Dictator for life Obama made it legal for girls over 21 to enter into voluntarily enslavement for the amusement of males. Soon after the protests died down, business professionals soon began to develop theme parks for girls interested in living the lifestyle to live in comfortably, or in any case, as comfortably as a slave girl could ask for. A new federal department was created, the department for human pet safety, which was tasked with the oversight and regulation concerning the fair treatment of human pets. States and cities also enacted legislation to either promote or discourage the establishment of theme parks for human pet slaves, and when a new park was established, reporters flocked to see the sights, and report on the conditions in the parks. For the most part, the girls who volunteered to be the pets in these parks needed the money, or the thrill of the environment, or they craved to live their dreams. Most parks were established in the south, since the climate allowed the pet slaves more time outdoors, and offered a better climate for year round activities. One park was built inland of Daytona Beach, and one of the local reporters was being assigned to cover the building and development of the park. This is her story.

Chapter 1: The zoo story is born

“Sarah, we have gotten calls from the town council that a new park has applied for a permit to build a human zoo out on International Speedway Boulevard over by the former county jail site. As you know, the locals seem to go wild when a new zoo is built, and it always seems to generate tourism. I want you to go out there, and cover the story. Take pictures, interview staff and guests, and if they let you, try to participate. Now, I am not saying you have to do this, but the pay you can earn from this story would be in the 6 digits. Much better than your current 3 digit salary. What do you say?”

Sarah looked at her fat boss, and could imagine him undressing her with his eyes. He had always been a leach, and she had heard of his attempts to get the girls on the reporting staff either over his knee for a hard spanking, or else bent over his desk with their panties down for a hard fucking. Now it seemed, he had set his eyes on her. Still, the increase in her pay would definitely make her situation better, if she didn’t get carried away by the zoo people. She had always dreamed of what those girls in the zoo went thru as they became animals, and her pussy did drip at the thought of the girls as they lived their lives.

“Ok boss, I’ll write the story, but I want my pay in advance, and I also want my independence from deadlines. In fact, I am probably going to have to go in undercover, so they don’t change their operations just because there is a reporter on the scene. Can you agree to that, chief?”

John sat back in his chair, and thought about this brash young reporters comments. She sure knew how to step up to a challenge, and she defineitly had a brain in her head. Still, he knew he couldn’t just let her disappear from the paper with the bonus he was going to pay her and just wait for the story to come back. Still, her arguments did make sense. It wouldn’t be the same if the staff at the zoo knew she was a reporter, when there were so many stories being written about zoos in other parts of the south. Coming to a decision, sat up again.

“Ok, here’s what I will do. Go this weekend, and spend the time there undercover. Write up a preliminary story for the paper, and if it is worth further investigation, we will see what we can do to help get you into a longer, undercover reporter slot. But if your story doesn’t live up to expectations, not only can you expect a trip to the spanking machine, but your job will be going to someone else. Deal?”

“Deal sir. I’ll make my reservations, and go out Friday night, and report back on Monday with my story.”

Sarah turned on her heels and walked out of her boss’ office. She knew he was watching her hips sway as she walked out to her desk, gathered her purse, and cleared her work away. She knew most of the men would be watching her as well when she went to the zoo too. Still, she was a reporter, and she was going to get the story.

Sarah made her way to her apartment after she finished with her work, and signed onto the zoo’s website. She saw that the guest stays could be booked for a weekend, a week, a month, all summer, all year, or for a period of enslavement after an interview. She clicked on the weekend package, and made sure she checked off the guest box and not the slave box. She confirmed her reservation, and packed some clothes for the weekend. Since it was going to be warm, she packed some skirts and tees, her sneakers and her underwear, and a bikini to sun her self by the pool. She also made sure she packed her notepad and a micro camera, which she could wear with her clothes, and record video and pictures without appearing to do so.

Chapter 2: Arriving at the Zoo

She then packed her car, and drove acıbadem escort bayan over to the parking lot of the human animal zoo, and showed the guard her pass. She was given a map to a small cabin, and directed to park her car in the driveway. Sarah drove into the compound, and was surprised by the number of trees and security systems the zoo employed. Her route to the cabin brought her over a wooden bridge which spanned a moat, and also thru a security fence on each side of the moat. She asked the guard who opened the inner gate about the security, and he informed her it was for the slaves protection from people who might try to harm them or the guests. Sarah found the cabin, and parked her car. She decided to walk into the house, before bringing in her things. Opening the door to the cabin, she was met by a girl dressed as a maid. Sarah stumbled as she saw the maid, and heard her greeting.

“Welcome Miss. My name is Maid Sophie. I am here to help you in any way I can. Do you have a bag, Miss? Do you want anything to eat, drink, or play with?”

Sarah looked the maid over for a moment, looking at her short skirt, and low cut top, and smiled. She looked like someone anyone would like to take to bed. Sarah blushed as she thought that, and then pointed to her car.

“Hi Sophie. Yes, my bag is in my car there, if you would care to bring it in? I am note sure, but is there a fee for your services, or are you part of the price of admission? And can you do anything, or are there limits?”

“Miss, I am part of the house, and since you paid for the house, you also paid for me for your stay here. And I can do anything you want me to miss. Let me get your bag, and I will show you the house, and its facilities. Then if you want anything, just ask for it.”

Sarah watched the maid walk out to her car, and remove her bag from the trunk. Sarah admired the white panties as the maid bent over, and thought how they would look over her own knee, as she spanked the helpless maid. Sarah felt her pussy moisten at the thoughts she was having, but she kept them in check. She did, after all, have a story to write. Sarah took some time to look over the house, while she waited. She turned to the left, and saw the dining room, and behind that, a kitchen nook. On her right, were a living room and a closed door. There was also a door leading out to the back, and a foot path leading there along the side of the house she had seen as she drove up. Sarah was curious, but she decided to wait. After all, she didn’t want to go over her head too soon.

Sophie returned with Sarah’s bag, and led her into the bedroom. Sarah watched as Sophie unpacked Sarah’s things, smiling as she watched the maid bend over, showing Sarah her panties again and again as she bent over and folded things away into their drawers and closet hangers.

“Sophie, I can’t help but notice you like to show me your panties. Do you want me to look at them more closely?”

“Yes Miss, if you wish. Have I been a bad maid?”

Sarah smiled as she knew the introduction to a roleplay when she heard one. She now knew Sophie liked to be punished, and would willingly accept a spanking if Sarah demanded her to get one.

“Yes you have. Showing off your panties to a guest. Come over here and bend over my knee, you naughty maid.”

Sophie scampered over, and bent herself over Sarah’s lap, wiggling her ass seductively as she felt Sarah flip her skirt up. She squirmed a second, in anticipation.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sarah rained her hand down across Sophie’s panty covered ass as the maid began to wiggle and squirm under Sarah’s spanking. Sarah loved the soft moans and squeaks the maid made as she had her bottom warmed. Sarah knew how to spank a girl to make her feel it, and not do any damage to her rear. Sophie felt her pussy moisten as she was spanked, and she knew this would be a fun weekend.

Sarah continued to spank Sophie for another ten minutes until the maid’s ass turned a crimson red. Sarah finally decided to see what else the cottage had to offer, and so she helped the maid to her feet, and gave her a hug, before smiling.

“Sophie, show me what else is in the house. I am new to the zoo, and would like to know what I can expect here, and what options are open to me.”

“Yes, of course miss. If you would follow me.”

Sophie led Sarah around the house, pointing out where she could get a meal, where Sophie would stay, and the dungeon on the second floor, with its toys and larger pieces of furniture. Sarah had seen some of the toys from other sites, but she was beginning to get her own submissive side going, as she saw out the back window a small barn.

“Sophie, do we have our own ponygirl to use?”

“Why, yes miss, we can have one sent here, or we can go down to the stables and pick out one from their. Or did you have a request, miss?”

Sophie knew from the look in her visitor’s eyes she wanted to spend some bağdat caddesi escort bayan time in harness, and Sophie knew how to take care of ponygirls, including their harnessing and punishments. Seeing her visitor squirm at the question, Sophie knew her guest’s answer before she could speak it.

“Why yes Sophie, I do have a request. I want you to order me some harness and tack, and exercise my ponygirl tonight and half of tomorrow morning. She is to sleep in the stables, and receive whatever punishment is due to her. But she is to be let free at lunch tomorrow, so I can reward you, and enjoy the rest of the zoo. Oh, and her name is Peaches.”

“Of course miss. When will Peaches arrive?”

“She will meet you in the stables when we know how long it will take for the tack to arrive. I am going to go out and look over the facilities while you make the arrangements.”

Sophie nodded and watched as Sarah walked out to the stables. Smiling, she called down to the main stable block, and booked Peaches time in the training ring, with her as the trainer. Sophie then took some time to prepare something special for Peaches, to make her more responsive to her training. Sophie had learned that sometimes a ponygirl who thought herself as an owner could sometimes rebel at her training, and needed just a little extra encouragement. She had learned what some ginger juice could do to make a ponygirl more responsive, and so she took time to squeeze some of the ginger juice into a bowl, and let it sit for a few minutes while she went upstairs to change.

Sophie changed into a pair of riding breaches and a blouse, and finished off with a pair of boots, before picking up the mixture she made in her bowl, and walked out to the stable behind the house. She opened the door to the home stables, and found a naked Sarah waiting for her in the tack room, her fingers running over the leather straps.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Chapter 3: Peaches Training

“I see we have a pony here, which needs some training, don’t we? Stand still, pretty pony, and we’ll get you all ready for your big day.”

Sarah had gone to the barn and removed her clothes, and found the tack room. She had just begun to finger the leather harnesses hanging there when Sophie walked in, surprising her. Now she stood still, as Sophie put a bowl down on a side table, and walked over to Sarah.

Sophie took down first the body harness, and draped it over Sarah’s shoulders. She took her time, buckling the top strap first and then lifting Sarah’s breasts and slipping them into the leather cups in the harness, before buckling the second strap behind her back. Sophie then buckled the waist strap, smiling as she saw the shape her pony charge was in. Sophie pulled down a tail plug with hair matching Sarah’s color, and placed it into the bowl. Then Sophie removed a pair of hoof boots, and slipped them onto Sarah’s feet. Sophie zipped them up tightly, giving Sarah her own pair of hooves now to walk in, and Sarah began to drift off to her pony headspace.

Sophie saw Sarah’s eyes glazing over, as her mind went to its own space, and her ponygirl persona, Peaches, arrived. Sophie smiled, and took an arm binder down, and folded Peaches arms into the sleeve behind her back, making her arms useless. Sophie then pulled down a bridle, and slipped it over Peaches’ head, buckling it tightly, so it wouldn’t shake off or rub the skin of her ponygirl wrong. Smiling, Sophie slipped a bit into Peaches’ mouth, and secured it behind the ponygirl’s head, before bending Peaches over at the waist, exposing her ass.

Peaches wiggled her ass, as she saw Sophie pick up her tail, and she spread her feet as she felt the plug tickle her anal hole. Sophie gently but firmly pushed the plug into Peaches’ ass, and then reached between the ponygirl’s legs, and pulled the crotch strap up and buckled it tightly, trapping the tail plug in place. Smiling, Sophie clipped a set of reins to the bit, and led Peaches out to the cart.

Peaches felt her ass begin to tingle, and then begin to burn as she walked before her trainer on the reins. She wiggled her ass, and whinnied, but all she got was a smack from the crop. Peaches was backed into the sulky and clipped in, all the while wiggling her ass, making her tail sway, as the itching and burning sensation continued to torment her.

Sophie could see that the ginger juice was beginning to affect her ponygirl, as she watched the pony wiggle her ass and whinny. But seeing as she was now training a ponygirl, Sophie gave the ponygirl a light smack on her rump, to settle her and refocus her. Sophie clipped her pony into the cart, and sat down, smiling as she watched her pony’s ass wiggling continue. Smiling, she gave the pony a light smack on the rump, and watched as she began pulling the cart forward.

Peaches felt like she was in trouble as the cart began to move forward. She didn’t know what kozyatağı escort bayan was causing her ass to burn and itch the way it was, but her trainer seemed to be ok with it, and as long as she was ok, Peaches would have to continue on. She lifted her knees, and pranced like she had been born a ponygirl all her life. Still, her ass caught the occasional smack as Sophie drove her from the rear.

Peaches didn’t let her mind wander as her trainer drove the cart down the paved street to the stables. Of course, Peaches didn’t know where she was going, only knowing that her driver was pulling on her reins and turning her with the road. Her ass still burned from whatever had been on her tail plug, but her focus had shifted to following the reins and her bit, and keeping her knees up as she pulled the little cart. Soon, however, she spotted a building that looked like a stable, and sure enough, in the fields around the building, were about 30 or so ponygirls in their own harness, undergoing their own training.

Sophie guided Peaches into a cart parking spot, and pulled her to a halt. She climbed out of the cart, and gave the panting ponygirl a soft smack on her rump, as she unhitched the cart. Peaches wiggled her ass at the smack, but she pawed the ground eagerly, seeing the other ponies in the paddocks undergoing various training programs. Sophie, eager to let Peaches experience everything, guided her ponygirl to a field, and allowed her to roam around inside with about 10 other ponies.

Chapter 4: Round up

Peaches went up to the other ponies and gave each a nuzzle and whinny in greeting, and received a nuzzle in return from the other ponygirls. Peaches could see all of them were just as wet as she was, and she whinnied happily. The ponygirls all were grouped together, nuzzling each other, when a noise from the fence made them look.

Sophie and a few of the other trainers had gone to the stable supply room, and grabbed some lassos. Smiling, the trainers decided to have an impromptu game of round up. The trainers each had 3 minutes to lasso and hogtie a ponygirl. If the trainer failed, the ponies left untied would be allowed to rest while the trainers got their bottoms spanked. Those ponies that were caught would be put into the training program until the stable closed. Smiling, the trainers began twirling their lassos and approaching the ponygirls.

Peaches wasn’t sure what was going on, but she had a feeling it was part of the training. She watched for a moment as one of the trainers tossed their lasso at a nearby ponygirl, and watched as the ponygirl was pulled down to the ground, and had her hooves tied behind her back. Peaches and the others began to move around the field, but the trainers were good. Peaches watched as Sophie came close to her, twirling her lasso.

Sophie was good all right. She had Peaches up near a fence, and she felt certain she could catch the ponygirl. She let fly with the lasso, and sure enough, it caught Peaches around her chest. Sophie moved in quickly, coiling the rope as she moved towards her ponygirl, ready to hogtie her.

Peaches felt a tug on the rope, and lost her footing. She went down, and then she felt her rear hooves being pulled behind and up her back, then her arm binder was looped to her hooves, and she was left a squirming bundle of ponygirl flesh. She squirmed a little, but then began to settle. She felt someone sit on her back, and wiggled some more, but she knew she had been caught.

Sophie smiled as she sat on Peaches, feeling the helpless ponygirl squirming in her bonds. Sophie patted the ponygirl’s rump, and stroked her head, as the rest of the ponygirls were rounded up. At the signal, the trainers untied their ponygirls, and clipped the reins to their bits, and led the captured ponies to a walking machine. Each trainer clipped their pony to the machine, and connected the reins to the bits, before adjusting the mechanical crops to be aimed right at their ponies exposed rumps. Smiling, they set the timer for their individual ponies, and left the machine to begin once it received the start command from the stable mistress.

Chapter 5: Machine training

Peaches felt a smack on her ass, and began to march. The walker was very thorough and almost completely automatic. Peaches felt the machine guiding her in a circle, but also serpentine and at various gaits. She felt the crop smack her rump when her knees failed to pass the height beam sensors, or when she wasn’t going fast enough. Her hooves had not anticipated this much training nor had she expected the level of control. But she was a ponygirl, and couldn’t fight it. All she could do was prance, walk, and trot, and suffer the smacks on her rump when the machine decided it wasn’t good enough.

Sophie watched the machine put Peaches thru her gaits, and thru the basic rein training program. She smiled as she remembered the instruction she had undergone to ensure she could run the machine, if a guest asked her to put her into it. She smiled as she watched her guest prance and wiggle her tail and her rump, just like she had been born in harness. Sophie loved to make her guests happy, and she knew Peaches was having the time of her life, despite the occasional whinnies of pain as her rump was smacked by the crop. Sophie merely had to look at Peaches’ pussy, and see the honey flowing from between her legs, to know the ponygirl was in ecstasy.

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The sun was setting and streetlights were popping on along this stretch of road. Mary didn’t know exactly where she was going or what she would find when she got there. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the road and just rely on the voice from her GPS to tell her when and were to turn, but she kept glancing over to the neatly folded paper on the seat next to her. She was not entirely certain what this was about, but after the things she had shared with her husband over the last few nights she could guess, and the more she guessed the more her imagination ran wild. A little nervous, a little afraid, and more than a little excited.

She did not know the neighborhood she was going to, or even this part of the city, let alone what this address was. She could have Googled it before she left the house, but that felt like cheating. The anticipation was part of the thrill. According to the GPS she was less than a mile away. She would find out soon enough. The area didn’t look dangerous but it was certainly kind of rough. Used car lots, discount stores, and strip malls with a mix of empty windows and shops that that had seen better days. She and Tom didn’t know anyone out here that she could remember. She was pretty sure she had never been here before.

Among the dark buildings and empty lots, she noticed one well lit parking lot and a neon sign up ahead. Kittens, with a silhouette of a buxom woman with cat ears under the name. Her throat tightened at the thought of being sent to a seedy strip club. Maybe she deserved it. She had been saying such dirty things in bed. Last weekend while Tom went to order drinks she had been flirting with another man at the bar, a sexy younger guy who had been eyeing her since she sat down. She just liked the way he was looking at her and casually invited him over. They we’re just talking at first and it seemed like fun to get him turned on leaning in close with her top straining against her breasts, touching his knee, pressing up against him when what she claimed was her favorite song came on, hinting that maybe he would get to take her home without ever coming out and saying it. That night while Tom was running his tongue along the lips of her pussy she told him how she loved playing the dirty slut and how it turned her on knowing guys were staring at her when they went out and imagining the things they wanted to do to her. She was sure that guy wanted to take back to his place. He probably wouldn’t have been able to wait to get her in bed. He would have just torn her dress off, bent her over a table, and rammed his cock into her pussy like she was a cheap whore.

Flashing her cleavage or rubbing her ass up against some hot stud at a nightclub was one thing. Would Tom really make her prove what a slut his wife was by showing her body off at a strip club? Have men stare at her naked body on stage and throw bills at her while she writhed and crawled in front of them giving each and every one of them a clear view of her full, round tits and her shaven pussy, the lips no doubt blushing pink with embarrassment? Maybe she would have to let them fondle her tits for money during a lap dance in back. Some of them might even try to slide their hands down to spread her pussy open and finger her cit while she rocked her naked ass back and forth in their laps trying to make them cum in their pants for an extra tip. She instinctively covered her pussy with one hand to protect herself and tried not to notice the damp spot growing between her legs.

Mary rolled to the red light half a block before the club parking lot and looked ahead for a parking spot close enough to the door that she could run in before anyone who might be driving by could recognize her, but then she realized this wasn’t her destination at all. According to the map she still had another two lights until her last turn.

She waited at the stoplight and tried not to notice the men scurrying in alone or sauntering in groups or the dancer still in her fishnet body stocking costume taking a smoke break outside the back door. Mary retraced the evening that brought her this far and to wherever she was going. She had come home from work that evening a little after six like always, but the house was dark and empty. Her husband was gone. He always sent her a text if he got called away, but today nothing. She checked her phone again just to be sure. No message. No voicemail. Nothing. Not even a missed call from an unknown number that could have been him trying to reach her. She walked from room to room until she saw one light on shining down on the kitchen counter and under the light a single piece of paper with an address in her husband’s handwriting. No note, no explanation, not even a time to be there. Just an address. There was only one thing to do. Mary set her bag down, picked up her keys, and walked back out to her car without even changing out of her office clothes.

The light changed to green and she rolled forward slowly, trying to read the street signs kurtköy escort bayan as she went. Sure, the GPS would tell her when and where to turn but at least this could occupy her mind so she didn’t let her imagination run away again.

“Turn right on Le Cher Drive in 400 feet,” the firm but perky voice of her GPS instructed. The GPS must have taken her the wrong way, she thought at first. She didn’t see a road up ahead, just more slightly run down buildings. Then she saw Le Cher Drive was a private road leading into the mostly empty parking lot of what looked to be the Le Cher Motel. The address wasn’t an address but a room number in the first long, low building. She turned in as instructed and drove slowly past one door after another until she found the one that matched. Number 17 near the middle of the lot. She did not see anyone around outside, but there were lights on in about half of the rooms, including 17. Mary considered turning around and heading to the office up front to ask— What exactly? Who rented the room? What was she doing here? But she thought better of it. The note said 17 Le Cher Drive, so that is where she would go. She pulled her car into the spot right in front of the door, took one more look around to see if there was anyone nearby, and got out of the car. She strode up to the door and knocked. No answer. Of course. She tried to door. It was unlocked.

“Hello?” Mary called out tentatively as she walked into the motel room. “Hello? Tom?” Still no answer. Walking into an unlocked motel room like this was crazy, but Tom left her the note and he wouldn’t do anything too crazy. Just to set her mind at ease she poked her head into the bathroom and closet and under the bed like a kid checking for monsters but of course no one was there. Then she looked at the king size bed in the middle of room. Another note:

To my Whore:

Strip.

On your knees. Latch your wrists.

Leave the door unlocked.

Tom

She looked around the room on more time. One of the toys from her own collection was already on the bed. A spreader bar with latching wrist or ankle restraints spaced about three feet apart. The restraints were open, and she knew if she pressed her wrists in they would lock shut around them. It was designed so she could get in by herself, but she would not be able to get out again on her own. They usually had it hanging from the ceiling of their playroom to hold her standing in place, but here the eyebolt in the middle of the bar was chained to the headboard of the bed, so with some effort she would at least be able to turn over after she was locked in but not much else. And next to the clock radio on one of the peeling tables was a brand new wireless camera that certainly did not belong to the motel. Whatever was about to happen was being recorded.

Mary kicked off her shoes and set them under a chair in the corner of the room out of the way. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and lay it over the back of the chair and lay her bra on top of it. Without taking her eyes off the bed, she pulled down her skirt and folded it neatly on the seat. Finally, she eased her panties down as instructed and lay them on top of the skirt. Her pussy was already soaking wet with anticipation. She paused for a second, unsure at first if she was hesitating or savoring the moment. Her fingers went almost involuntarily to her clit, and that was all the answer her mind needed. She walked to the foot of the bed and crawled slowly into position in the middle putting on a bit of a show for the camera as her ass swayed and her pussy peeked out from between her thighs and lowered herself to the mattress in front of the spreader bar and restraints. Kneeling in this position her pussy was spread open and facing the unlocked door. Mary lay her left wrist into the restraint and pressed down. The spring loaded clasp locked into place around it, snug enough that she could not slide her hand out of it but not so tight she couldn’t stay locked in as long as this lasted. She placed her right wrist gingerly in the other restraint. This was the moment of no return. Mary took a deep breath and pressed down until the second clasp locked her in place.

Bound and completely helpless, she just lay face down on the bed and waited.

After what felt to her like several long minutes but may have been no more than seconds, she heard the door open behind her. Maybe Tom coming to enjoy the view? But she heard two sets of footsteps behind her. She kept her face buried in the pillow and listened.

“So that’s her?” asked a deep voice behind her she didn’t recognize. A hand grabbed her ass and squeezed appraisingly and then smacked it. “Sure. Why not?” She heard more rustling behind her and then felt the bed shake as someone climbed in behind her. She wasn’t gagged, but she knew she wasn’t supposed to say anything. Whores tied up in cheap motel rooms didn’t make conversation. Right beykoz escort bayan now, that’s what she was. She knew what he was there for, and she was just a set of holes for him to get off in.

She felt the tip of a cock press against the opening of her pussy and begin sliding in. “Damn! She’s fucking soaked. I don’t even need the fucking lube.” He grabbed her by the hips and pushed his cock the rest of the way into her wet pussy. She tried to grind her pussy into him but his hands on her hips held her tightly in place. He was in control of her now and would fuck her however he wanted.

“Yeah, she is so fucking tight, too.” The man held her down and leaned into her, hammering his cock in and out of her cunt, his weight pressing her face into the pillow. His cock didn’t feel too big or too thick insider her, but the way he pushed her down and took her made her even wetter. She realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. When he was done with her he was going to cum inside her because why not? Why not cum inside the dirty fucktoy? With each stroke he grunted in her ear until his rhythm slowed and his thrusts felt harder and deeper. He was getting close. She clenched her pussy around his cock as he pushed in deeper “Oh… Oh, yeah. Ugh…” She felt his cum spurting inside her.

As soon as he was done he pulled out and she felt another rustling on the bed. The second guy she heard must be getting into position. “Hey, wait for me,” he said to his friend.

“I have to. You drove,” the first guy replied flatly. “Just hurry up.”

She felt another, much thicker cock push into her cum filled cunt. Mary gasped at his girth stretching her, and he stopped. She was actually a little disappointed. She could have taken him with a bit more time. But instead of going back in more slowly, he jumped off the bed and ran over to the chair where she had neatly folded her clothes. He grabbed her dirty panties off the seat, wadded them into a small ball, and shoved them into her mouth to keep her quiet. Now that the whore was bound and gagged on her own panties and forced to taste how her pussy had been leaking all night as she imagined what was going to happen to her, he knelt between her spread thighs and forced his hard cock back inside her. He was huge and Mary was glad the first guy had warmed her up and lubed her cunt with his cum. That made it easier to take this one. He didn’t go as fast or as hard as the first one, but her cunt stretched around his massive cock as he thrust into her. She tried to take slow deep breaths through her nose to relax her muscles. He ignored all that and just kept using this whore’s cunt to get his cock off. She was just a cunt to rub one out in before he had to get to wherever he was going. He pulled her hips in tighter and held his cock inside her while he shot a jet of hot cum inside her.

He tucked his wet cock back into his pants, zipped up, and walked to the door. “Remember, I drove,” he told his friend.

“I remember…cheap bastard,” the first man muttered under his breath and rifled through his pants pockets for his wallet. He through a few bills on the table and followed his friend out the door without a word to her. They shut the door behind them, but of course they didn’t lock it.

She was left there naked, chained to the bed, gagged with her own dirty panties, and cum dripping from her gaping cunt. With her hips propped up a trail of cum was running down over her clit teasing her. But her hands were bound to the bar so she couldn’t event rub herself for relief. She tried squeezing her thighs together but it wasn’t enough. Instead she tried rubbing her hungry cunt on the mattress hoping to make herself cum.

While she twisted and squirmed to hump the bed for some small relief, the door swung open again. She froze. One set of foot steps paused behind her. After taking in the sight of her trying to rub her cum covered pussy on the bed, he dropped his pants to the floor and jumped on top of her. His cock slipped right into her stretched hole. He was riding her bareback just like the first two. Mary smiled into the pillow glad that her cunt was going to be used the way it should be and filled with more cum. That is what a whore’s body is made for.

He reached around her and slid he hands under her body to grab hold of her tits while he slid his cock slowly in and out of her. He squeezed handfuls of her tits but couldn’t get a proper grip with her chest pressed flat on the bed like this, and she couldn’t quite lift herself up with her arms splayed out in front of her. Her tits were so neglected. If only she could pick herself up so he could squeeze and pinch and slap them. It was like there was a nerve running right from her nipples to her clit sometimes. But now, he gave up on her tits. It wasn’t worth the effort for him when he just wanted something in his hands while he stroked his cock into her cunt. Instead, he took an ass cheek in each üsküdar escort bayan hand and squeezed and kneaded and spread them. When she realized her tits were still going to be ignored Mary relaxed her shoulders and leaned back into his cock.

He went from fondling her ass while fucked her to just spreading her cheeks and exposing her tight pink asshole. He paused for just a moment as if he wasn’t sure and then pulled his cock out of her cunt and pushed the head into her ass. Her whole body winced but she tried not to tense up. That would just make it worse. Relax, she told herself. Let it happen. She hadn’t prepared before he broke her ass in but luckily his cock was already lubed with two loads of cum and her own pussy juices. She tried to just accept being used as an anal whore, with two holes for men to dump their cum into instead of just one. Her ass was so much tighter though. He picked up speed thrusting into her ass and she bit down on the pillow and hoped the cum from her first two would be enough lube. Of course with her ass being so tight it wouldn’t be too long before he left a load of slippery cum to lube the next cock she had to take in her ass.

He grabbed tighter on her ass and pushed his cum-slick cock back and forth through her puckered hole. She thrust her hips back at him with each stroke so he could take her ass deeper and harder. She grunted around her gag as he rode her ass. Suddenly she felt a searing smack across her right ass cheek and yelped. Then a second on the left. On some level was sure each of them must have left a mark, but she wanted her ass to be filled and used the way her cunt had been. Squeeze it, pinch it, slap it. Just fuck it. Stretch it and fill it with cum and make it ready for the next hard cock and the cock after that. He kept spanking and thrusting into her tight hole just like she wanted until he stopped mid thrust and shot jet after jet of cum deep into her ass.

He must have gotten dressed and left after that, but Mary was floating in a completely different space savoring how sore her ass felt but how good it felt to be filled like that. The cum was running out of her again and teasing her sensitive ass and cunt as it dripped and lubed her for the next customer. She tried squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her clit on the bed but it still wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Only being filled again could do that.

A few minutes later the door opened again and she heard two more sets of footsteps approaching, the soft pad of sneakers and the click of stiletto heels. “Um… ah… Maybe if you take off your clothes and get on the bed…” said the nervous and cracking voice of a guy barely out of his teens.

“Remember what I said,” a woman replied. “I’m not going to fuck you. I’m not a hooker. No touching. You just watch.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m just going to watch you. But maybe you could, I don’t know, like touch your… rub yourself.”

“Sure, okay. That’s fair. I do that on stage. But don’t try to get to close. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea about what’s going to happen.”

“Okay, yeah. I’ll stay on my side and just watch you dance I guess.”

Mary could see them now while they both undressed. A young scrawny kid of maybe eighteen or nineteen and a woman who could have been forty or a hard-living thirty with teased brown hair, big fake tits, and tattoos of flowers on her lower back and bows on the backs of each thigh like permanent thigh-high stockings. The woman stood on the head of the bed a few inches from the bar holding Mary’s arms in place and leaned back against the wall. “You ready?” she asked. Not to Mary. She didn’t even look at Mary. She was talking to the guy climbing on the bed.

“Yeah. Almost. Um… hold on.” He climbed back down and scurried across the room to the chair piled with Mary’s clothes, grabbed her shirt, and got back on the bed. “It’s kind of a mess,” he told the woman as he used Mary’s shirt to quickly wipe away the cum dripping from her ass and cunt and threw it like a soiled rag on the floor. “Okay. Let’s go”

He pushed his cock into Mary’s wet and waiting cunt. The woman on the bed swayed back and forth rubbing her hands slowly up and down her body and squeezed her own tits. She licked her lips lasciviously and teased her bare pussy with her fingers. The dancer spread her pussy open and gave him an inviting smile, enough to make him forget she already declared he was allowed to look but not touch.

“Yeah… yeah… That’s right. Play with your pussy,” he muttered and slid his cock in and out of Mary while he watched the show. All his attention was on the dancer. Mary’s cunt was just someplace warm and wet to stroke his cock into. It wasn’t particularly big or thick and he certainly didn’t know what to do with it other than push it back and forth like he was humping his pillow. He might as well have been using his own hand. And that made Mary even wetter, knowing that he was just using her body while he fantasized about the woman touching herself in front of him.

The dancer spread her pussy lips, rubbed her clit, and slid two fingers down snaking into her pussy. The guy watched rapt and pumped his cock faster into Mary’s cunt hole. “You like my pretty pussy?” the dancer asked him in a forced babydoll voice. “Do you want to put that big hard cock in my tight little pussy?”

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The Day I met Mr. H started like most days, except today I had a job interview.

Nervous jitters jumped through my body as the alarm clock made the most obnoxious noises in my ears and I realised today was interview day. “Ok, I got this” I said to myself as I threw the bed covers off, I really needed this job, my flatmate had moved out the week earlier and I was going to struggle to cover rent on my own, I really didn’t want to get evicted — I had absolutely nowhere else to go, my parents lived across the country, I had no other family here and only a handful of friends who were all coupled up and living together, so I was thrilled when I landed a job interview at a new up and coming restaurant called ‘Collared’ which was only a few blocks away from where I lived.

I wanted to look my best to impress my new potential bosses, I went through my closet throwing any decent job interview outfit items on to the bed “Too revealing… Too librarian… Too… PERFECT!” It was only a waitress position but I felt the need to dress up a little, to boost my own confidence.

I squeezed my ample sized butt into a tight fitting black leather skirt which came down just over my knees. Underneath the skirt I had the tiniest black lace G-string, nobody wants panty lines showing through their skin-tight leather skirt after all. I paired them with a black lace bra covered by a stark white silk button up blouse, just opened enough to reveal the smallest amount of bra when I moved too much.

I made extra effort with my makeup, with a dark smoky eye and a flirty purple lip colour. I straightened my shoulder length hair — which was currently a soft pastel pink… I changed the colour of my hair so often my family could never tell what colour it would be the next time they saw me.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I said aloud before heading out my front door.

I walked in for my interview and met the restaurant manager Katie, she only seemed a few years older than me so that instantly made me feel a lot more comfortable, like two friends just having a chat, and we got along like we had known each other for years we seemed to talk about anything but the job. I didn’t think she was taking me seriously, so I wasn’t getting my hopes up.

But at the end of the interview — to my shock – Katie offered me a full-time waitressing position, she said she could see great potential and that I would fit in with the rest of the team perfectly. Katie even said I could start immediately and asked me to come back early that afternoon for training before tonight’s shift began. She handed me a black monogrammed apron and told me their uniform requirements which funnily enough was anything tidy that was black on bottom and white on top, exactly the combo I was wearing.

“Something like this then?” I asked Katie

“Yes…” she said “but maybe not quite so risqué… We don’t want the customers getting the wrong idea about our restaurant, don’t get me wrong though you do look absolutely phenomenal”

I didn’t know what to take of that comment so I quickly uttered “Uhhh, ok, thank you, see you in a few hours” and hurried myself out the door.

I called my best friend Jade as soon as I walked out on to the footpath “Jade, Jade, I got the job!!” I told her excitedly.

“Oh Hannah that is the best news, I have been feeling so guilty since I moved in with Ben and left you in the lurch with all the bills” Jade was noticeably relieved, I knew she felt bad but I just thought she was too loved up to really care.

“The best part is, I start tonight!” I bleated.

“Tonight?! Woah that’s fast!” Jade carried on “What is the name of this place anyway, I’m going to have to bring Ben in for dinner”

I laughed – of course she’s thinking about her and Ben “It’s called Collared” I told her.

Jade burst out laughing “What! What kind of name is that? Is it some sort of restaurant for dogs!?”

“Whatever Jade, You’ll have to just come down and see for yourself sometime” I said and hung up.

I went straight back home and started going through my closet once again… As it turned out I owned a lot of black and white clothing ‘hmm’ I thought to myself ‘What would be respectable..?’ The restaurant looked pretty laid back when I had a quick look around earlier, dark coloured décor, moody dim lighting, both seated and booth tables and a pretty impressive looking bar area.

I decided to wear a fitted white long sleeve tee and black skinny Jeans tucked into a pair of ankle boots that have a decent chunky heel, I tied my hair into a bun on the top of my head and touched up my makeup.

“Hopefully I might meet a nice man someday, who knows, could be a customer or even a chef!” I said out loud to myself. It had been a very long time since I had dated anyone, I hadn’t had any action in nearly a year, not since my ex asshole Jason cheated on me;

One lovely warm summer’s evening, on his birthday actually, I went to his house to surprise him. We had been together for 2 years at this point so I knew where he kept bostancı escort bayan the spare key. He should have still been at work at this time of the day so I thought I had plenty time to get in and set up a sexy surprise, so I snuck in the back door — but as I walked in I thought I could hear voices, stupidly I just assumed it was his flatmate and his girlfriend so I kept going upstairs to Jason’s room.

I quietly opened his bedroom door so no one in the house would hear me and what I saw when I walked in was not the empty bed I expected. There he was, Jason, my boyfriend, my love, in bed with this blonde haired goddess, she was absolutely gorgeous, tanned skin, huge perky tits, the whole works, and I stood there in shock, just watching.

They hadn’t heard or seen me walk in, she was on her hand and knees facing the headboard, Jason was behind her grabbing and slapping her perfect round ass as he pounded his large cock so hard and deep into her pussy she was nearly banging her head on the headboard, I could hear how wet she was every time he slammed into her.

‘Why doesn’t he fuck me like this?’ I thought.

I just couldn’t look away and I was so ashamed at how wet my own pussy was getting watching my man fuck another woman… Every thrust had my own pussy tingling, begging for some action of its own… All of a sudden they changed positions, Jason grabbed her and threw her on to her back, he started moving towards her head and was about to slip his cock into her mouth when they both saw me standing there watching.

“HANNAH!!” Jason yelled as he jumped up off the bed with his rock hard cock glistening with her juices.

“Fuck you Jason, we are over!” I yelled as I stormed out of the house and ran home with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but I was even more shocked that I enjoyed what I saw.

The broken trust mixed with total confusion over why I liked watching had kept me away from the dating scene ever since then, but I was now feeling ready to put myself back out there in the hopes I would find ‘the one’.

It was now nearing 2:30pm and Katie had asked me to come in by 3pm so I locked up my apartment and walked down to ‘Collared’. I arrived at about 2:45pm and Katie greeted me with a “Wow, very prompt.” as she walked me out the back to show me where I could put my belongings.

On the way through she introduced me to the chefs, there were two of them and they were both women, Linda and Beth. ‘Darn it, there goes my chef idea’ I thought to myself.

I was struggling to put my apron on as the strings seemed so short “Would you like a hand?” Asked Katie as she had a wee giggle at me.

“That would be great” I laughed.

Katie tied it up for me and slapped my ass fairly hard when she was done. ‘What the fuck was that?’ I thought but I didn’t say anything, I could feel my butt cheek burning under my tight jeans and I think I actually liked what I felt, I had never felt someone spank me like that before, just like how I saw Jason spanking the girl he was fucking.

Katie went through everything I needed to know, which wasn’t actually a lot, all I was to do was take orders and deliver them their food and drink and that was it. I usually had to do more than that at other jobs like cleaning, setting tables and taking payments, this seemed awfully easy so I went through the menu and tried to familiarise myself with it so I could be on top of my game, but the names of some of the dishes on the menu caught my eye…

‘Blindfolded’ was the name of a tasting platter, ‘Hogtied’ was the name of one of the pork dishes ‘threesome’ was a chicken 3 ways dish and two of the dessert menu items ‘the submissive’ and ‘the dominant’ made something stir inside of me – but I just put that down to not having had sex for nearly a year, so it didn’t take too much to excite me at the moment. I laughed to myself as I thought ‘oh wow I’m going to have to get used to saying and hearing these words without them turning me on so much’.

It was 5pm and the doors to the restaurant were opened, “ready?” Katie asked. I nodded in response.

No one came in at first but Katie assured me that most of our customers prefer to dine a little later, but we did have a few bookings for 6pm that day. Our bookings finally arrived and I showed them to their tables, two couples, they giggled while reading over the menu and with blushed faces ordered their meals, I was glad I didn’t find this as awkward as I expected, knowing the customers were more nervous than I was gave me added confidence.

Later on in the evening I noticed a man sitting on his own and I asked Katie if I should take his order or whether he was her customer “No, no, you go” Katie said as she pushed me in his direction.

He was probably a good 5-10 years older than me but boy was he handsome, short dark hair, masculine features, he was tall, much taller than me at 5 foot 2 inches and he had some impressive looking muscles. tuzla escort bayan ‘Stop it Hannah, you’re being very obvious’ I thought to myself but I couldn’t stop staring at him as I walked over.

“Hi there I’m Hannah your waitress for this evening, could I get you a drink to start off with? Or are you ready to order some food?”

He looked up at me and his eyes were so piercing that I thought he was looking right into my soul.

“I’ll take a whiskey.” he said.

“Excellent, I’ll be right back with it” I replied as I quickly went to the bar, asked the bartender for a whiskey and bought it back over to the man.

“Here you are, Sir” I said as I placed his whiskey down in front of him.

“Do you make a habit of calling all your patrons Sir?” He asked.

“No not always, I don’t know why I said that, I’m so sorry if I offended you.” I said, worried I had already stuffed up on my first day.

“Oh no Miss I’m most definitely not offended, it rolled off of your tongue beautifully.” he said “Don’t stop saying it by all means.”

“Oh oh-kay” I said feeling a little confused. “Can I possibly take your order yet?” I asked.

After I had taken his order I took myself off to the bathroom, why was I feeling so hot and heavy? I took some time to take some deep breaths and headed back out to do my job.

Katie was waiting for me “Where have you been, your customer is asking for you”

“Who?” I asked as she pointed over to the man in the corner.

“What can I do for you Sir?” I asked as I walked up to his table.

He looked up at me with a little smirk on his face. “You can call me Mr. H if you like, or Sir is fine too if you prefer.”

Something about his deep masculine voice resonated inside of me.

“Ok, Mr. H what could I do for you?” I asked rather intrigued as he had already finished many drinks, an entree, a main course and his dessert ‘The Dominant’ which was a decadent chocolate mud cake with a whiskey caramel sauce and whipped cream.

“Have a seat please Miss James” Mr. H said.

“Oh, I’m working, I couldn’t possibly sit down on my first day of the job, I really don’t like getting into trouble” I responded.

Katie looked over and gestured it was ok, “I suppose I am due a break anyway” I said “But hang on how do you know my name?” I had just realised he had called me Miss James and I was certain I had only introduced myself as Hannah.

“Don’t you worry about that for now.” He said, “First I want to know more about you… Previous job? Boyfriend? Living arrangements?”

I was shocked, I didn’t expect to be sitting here getting grilled by some random customer but I answered anyway, something inside me was drawn to this guy.

“I… I… Worked at a café that was owned by my ex boyfriend’s Aunt, it got too awkward working with his family since we have been broken up for nearly a year. So no, no boyfriend and I live in an apartment a couple of blocks away from here. I had a flatmate who was also my best friend but she got all loved up and moved in with her man” I said, shocked as I had just completely spilled my guts to him, and I never do that, with anyone.

“Interesting… Why did you break up?” he prodded.

“He cheated” I said abruptly and I got up apologising that I had to get back to work.

“You’re a real people pleaser aren’t you Hannah?” Mr. H said, “You always follow the rules?”

“Absolutely yes, Rules are always there for a reason” I replied as I continued walking away.

I don’t know why it seemed so easy to open up to this complete stranger, I hadn’t really told anyone about Jason’s cheating, I was still so confused about why I enjoyed seeing what I saw that I didn’t want to chance bringing that one up in conversation, people would think I was some kind of weird pervert.

Mr. H stayed for a long time, much longer than any other customers and every time I delivered him another whiskey he would further pester me with questions, “Mr. H” I would say, “I must get back to my other customers or they will think I’m playing favourites.”

Just before I was about to walk away for the last time Mr. H said “Ok one last question Hannah, how did you find out your boyfriend was cheating on you? Sit down if you like, it might feel more comfortable than those shoes look — even if they are incredibly sexy.”

I was taken aback — did he just call me or my shoes sexy?

I sat down with him, again, “Well, if you must know, I walked in on him cheating on me, I saw everything” I said quietly.

“And how did that make you feel Hannah?” Mr. H asked.

I mumbled something that sounded like words.

“Be honest with me, what have you got to lose” He said as he looked me straight in the eyes.

I don’t know what came over me or why but all of a sudden I just had to blurt it all out “I liked it, I liked what I saw ok, she was stunning, her body was fucking fantastic, I stood there watching for near on 5 göztepe escort bayan minutes before they even noticed I was there!”

I was so embarrassed at what I had just told a complete stranger I stood up quickly and went to walk away but he grabbed my wrist.

“Sit down!” he demanded “You have no need to feel embarrassed, I really liked what you just told me, I would love to take you for a drink after your shift if you would allow me?”

I was completely caught off guard and was not expecting that, “Really? I don’t know what the rules are about going out with a customer” I said.

“Oh I’m not a customer, I am your boss Miss James, My name is Callan Hart and I own this restaurant, but you can call me Mr. H or Sir, I very much liked hearing you call me that earlier. So I’ll be sitting here waiting until your shift is over and then we will go down the road somewhere quieter for a drink, what do you think?”

At this moment Katie walked over and said “Actually Callan she is supposed to be finishing in 15 minutes but you can take her now if you’d like, we have everything covered here”.

I don’t know why, I wouldn’t normally go for a drink with a strange man I had only just met but something felt right, I was really interested to see who this man was and why my boss wanted to take me out.

“Do you take all your new staff out for a drink Mr. H?” I asked as we walked the 5 minutes to the bar.

“Absolutely not Hannah, you see there’s a specific type of woman that I like and you seem to be a perfect fit.”

My head was all over the place hearing that, what does that even mean? “What kind of girl?” I asked curiously.

“A Good Girl who follows the rules, I will explain over our drinks” Mr. H replied.

A good girl? I don’t get it, I wonder what he means…

I flicked Jade a quick text message before we arrived at the bar ‘Have gone for drinks with the restaurant owner, if they find my dead body start looking at him.’

She shot back “Ooo la la – have fun girl!”

Well if Jade didn’t seem too concerned and Katie more or less pushed us out the door it should be fine, what have I got to lose? Except a job.

We arrived at the bar and were immediately greeted by the Bar manager.

“Hello Mr. H would you like your usual spot?”

A usual spot, really? Who is this guy?

“Yes please, thank you Scott, we will have two whiskeys.”

He ordered for me?

“I…I…I don’t really drink whiskey a lot” I muttered.

“That’s ok Miss James you will get used to it, they have a fantastic quality single malt Whiskey here — it is my absolute favourite.”

Our drinks arrived and to my surprise I actually kind of liked it! ‘Who am I?’ I thought.

“Mr. H this is actually really nice, I can’t believe it, but I like it.” I told him and he seemed pleased.

“I knew you would Miss James, you look like the kind of woman who would try anything — and probably enjoy it.”

Miss James, I haven’t been called that so much in my whole life!

“Hannah, please call me Hannah, Miss James sounds so formal” I asked and the expression on his face changed dramatically, it was no longer a sexy smirk, it was a look of annoyance.

“I will call you whatever I like Miss James and you will refer to me as Sir or Mr. H, you will never call me by my first name, do you understand?”

I felt like I had just been scolded by a parent or a teacher.

“Uhhh Yes, Sir, but why?” I said even though I felt I probably shouldn’t ask.

“Because, Hannah, that’s how I like it and I hope you will like it too, you see I am what you might call a Dominant, do you know what that means?” Mr. H asked.

“Well, kind of, not really, what do you mean?” I said awkwardly but curiously.

“If you are genuinely interested I will email you through some information tonight when you get home, I think you are a really great girl Hannah and you have all the makings of one fantastic submissive, you don’t have to say yes or no right now but please just have a read tonight so you can make an informed decision.” Mr. H said.

If anyone would’ve ever told me that this is something I would even consider doing I would laugh in their face, but this man just captivated me, his voice alone made my pussy shudder with excitement, when he calls me Miss James I get goose bumps all over my skin, when he looks me in the eyes I can feel the warmth and wetness growing between my legs.

“Ok” I said “I will have a read later, just out of curiosity, can we just carry on with our drinks now, Sir? This conversation is making me feel kind of nervous.”

The smirk came back on Mr. H’s face when I called him Sir, “Yes Miss James, finish your drink and I will walk you to your door.”

We started walking the 10 minute journey to my apartment, mainly in silence. I had so many things going around and around in my head, Mr. H felt like a giant of a man walking beside me, I had never felt so safe walking home at night. We chatted about work and he told me how great of a job I had done for a first day, and that as a first impression I couldn’t have done better. I was so flattered, I have never been given so many compliments before.

When we arrived at my apartment Mr. H thanked me for a lovely evening, he reached over and I thought he was about to kiss me but he just took the hair tie out of my hair and let my hair fall.

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I hear voices in the hallway. People knocking asking each other what’s going on. Hotel staff saying it’s just a momentary black out and shouldn’t last very long.

I unclip the hangar and throw my shirt back on, not realizing it’s now inside out, and step into the hallway and open my door. There are emergency lights on in the hotel hallway so not all is dark. I glance outside and see the two guys across the hall doing much the same I’m doing. Looking around lost. “Wonderful weather huh?” One asks I laugh shyly as I’m apt to do. I’m looking down the hall obliviously, shyly, not realizing when one of the guys jabs his roommate and nods his head towards me. They both notice my inside out shirt and my hard nipples poking at the black material.

“Guess it’s not safe to take a shower now huh?” One asks.

I turn back to look at the pair with a question on my face. One steps across the hall smiling. I step back slightly into my room nervously as he approaches. He leans in and fingers the sleeve of my shirt. “Your shirts on inside out? Where you about to take a shower?” He asks fingering the material. I turn beet red thinking about what I was actually about to do. Glancing to the side where the hangar sits on the edge of the sink. My turning lets the guy see into my room a little further. “What’s that light?” He asks spotting the light emanating from my laptop on the bed. Gone to battery power with the lack of electricity. He slips past me as my eyes go wide realizing what’s open on my computer. A page on Literotica with a story about a woman bound and submitting like a slut and a picture of a woman getting DPed. My fear seizes me as the guy moves to sit on the edge of the bed looking at my computer screen. A sound seeps past my lips. Sort of a squeak as the guy reads for a moment then chuckles softly to himself. “Hey Ben come here a second.” He calls to his friend. His friend comes across the hall, curious about the light himself. I’m too petrified to do anything but stand there and hold the door open like an idiot letting the strangers into my room.

The two men are obviously older, business men type. But are still very much in their prime. One has dark brown hair while the other is more salt and pepper. The first a heavier guy, close to bearish, my type, the second, Ben, is leaner. I stand there another squeak coming from my throat. AS the two guys read my screen and look at the pic. They both glance back at me. I must look like a deer in headlights staring at these two guys.

“Close the door.” The first one says and out of pure instinct I let the door leave me grip closing me into the room with these two strangers. “I told you I heard moaning coming from this room last night.” The first stated to Ben.

Ben turned to me grinning. “Was that spanking we heard earlier when we were coming back from Dinner? I swear I thought your were getting fucked but good. Were you spanking yourself?” Ben asked. I think I squeaked again. Both men grinned.

“You want to make your fantasy reality lil girl?” The first asked. I didn’t have a name for him yet. “It’ll be one way to keep warm against the cold without electricity.” He grinned. He rose from the edge of the bed. advancing on me . I backed up into the wall behind the door. He came to stand right before me. “Come on… say what you want. Were not rapists. Tell us to leave we’ll leave.” He said hand snaking out to caress my breast. Finger running over the still taunt nipple. My mouth opened and I sighed.

“I don’t hear her saying no.” Ben stated moving to join us. Cornering me in.

“She didn’t say yes yet either.” The first reminded him….

“What were you doing before the power went out?” The first asked. My eyes glanced by the sink that headed towards the bathroom. in the darkness, the only light my laptop, you couldn’t really see much in there.

Ben turned back and quickly grabbed up my laptop bringing it over to the vanity area. He noticed the hangar on the sink. “I don’t get it.”

“I think I do.” The first said suddenly grabbing a nipple between two fingers and pulling and twisting it hard. I gasped, my knees about to buckle. “Is that it. Were you clamping your little nipples?” The first asked. “Answer us… talk lil girl or well leave you to the darkness, alone…” He said.

“Y..ye…yesss.” I finally managed to say. The first smiled. I could see him smiling in the faint glow from my lap top.

“Do you want us to leave?” Ben asked ataşehir escort bayan as he friend twisted my nipple again. The pain shot through me. AS well as the ecstasy shooting right to me clit.

“N..n.n.n..n.oo..” I squeaked out.

“Do you want to get fucked by two hard cocks lil girl?” The first asked then proceeded to grab the other nipple twisting it as well. My back arched in painful pleasure. My pussy getting wetter by the second. “Answer.” The first demanded.

“yes.” I whispered meekly.

“Ben hand me the hangar.” The first said his smile having gone wicked.

“I’ve always wanted an eager little pain slut. God bless this blackout.” The first whispered leaning in and licking my face. He twisted my hard nipples once more and I moaned more at the name then the action. My knees quaking.

“Hold the laptop up I want to see this.” The first said as Ben handed him the hangar with the other hand.

“Let’s see is this what you were doing?” The first asked as he released his hold on my nipples. he pulled down the crossover shirt, easily baring my bare breasts and my hard nipples. He quickly and deftly attached the pant clips, one to each nipple and gave the hangar a tug. I moved from the wall.

“Yes yes… oh fuck…” I squeaked.

“She speaks.” Ben laughed.

“Lovely voice Hun.” The first said holding the hangar. “Lovelier tits. So you like your nipples tortured, you like to spank yourself and you crave to have two cocks inside you. Fuck I must have died and gone to heaven. You like to follow orders… your submissive right? Based on the little I read that you were reading?” He asked. I nodded my eyes going down looking at my breasts. My nipples extending pulled slightly as he held the hanger in his grip.

“Good come here.” He said tugging on the hanger he started walking back into the room. He walked between the two queen beds. “Sit on the edge of the bed.” I sat.

“Wow she’s really obedient. I didn’t know there were really girls like this. Shit man I can’t believe this.” Ben chimed in.

“Not believing our luck either Ben. But I’m taking advantage of it. Lay back little girl.” The first said pushing me back with the hanger I laid back. Ben sat the laptop on the edge of the desk so it illuminated us as much as it could.

I stared up my chest heaving as the first held the hangar still. With his other hand he started undoing his pants. “You’ve got me pretty hard already little slut…” He paused as he saw my back arch, my body responding to the word. “Awhhh fuck, submissive, obedient and likes to be a slut. I HAVE died and gone to heaven.” The first said as Ben just laughed. The first’s hands flew to open his pants and quickly retrieved his hardening cock from inside. Immediately the head was slapping against my lips.

“Open up little whore.” The first said tugging at the hangar. I groaned and opened my mouth only to have it quickly stuffed with cock. Ben wasn’t about to wait his turn either he moved in and started tugging my pants off immediately. He spread my legs and moved to the side so he could use the laptop light to look down at my glistening wet slit.

“Fuck she’s fucking dripping.” Ben commented. Pulling my panties up off the floor from where he had ripped them off and held them up. He took a deep whiff. “Fuck her pussy smells so fucking good.” Ben continued to comment and all I could do was moan around the cock in my mouth as it slid slowly in and out of my lips.

The first moved up onto the bed. Changing the angle of his entry he knelt over my head. Pushing his dick down into my mouth. “Fuck fuck that’s it. Suck it you little whore. Suck that hard cock.” He muttered as he fed it to me. More and more when he pushed to the point of making me gag HE groaned. “Fuck I love that sound.” He said pulling his cock back a little.

I couldn’t see Ben anymore but I felt him. Something was now sliding up and down my swollen wet slit. I was so fucking aroused I couldn’t tell if it was his cockhead or a couple of fingers.

“You like this don’t you lil whore. Two strangers taking advantage of you.” It was Ben asking. My only response was a moan, before the first made me gag again, and my hips lifting. Legs spreading even wider. Begging for it.

“Oh god I could bust a nut just watching her body beg like that.” Ben commented then I felt something slide inside my cunt. pendik escort bayan A finger, to slim to be a cock for sure. My arms stretched out fingers grasping at air as I was skewered.

“No no no.” The first said dropping the hangar so it flapped against my belly. Pulling at my nipples. He grabbed my arms. “I bet you wouldn’t mind being tied up either.” He said he scooted back pulling his cock from my mouth and my arms with him.

He looked around in the dim light as he pulled my arms up over my head. His hard cock bobbing as he moved. A thumb flicked over my clit and I cried out. Ben reminding me he was there too.

The first unplugged the lamp next to the bed pulling the cord up he moved to cross my wrists together and expertly, efficiently and tightly wrapped the end of the cord around her wrist. Effectively tying them together.

“Come get a piece of her mouth Ben before we really fill her up.” The First said once I was secured by cord.

I felt the first slide off the bed and watched Ben move up onto the bed. He knelt over my arms. Pinning them between his legs. His cock was longer, but leaner then the firsts. Both were decent size cocks.

Ben laughed a little. “Look at her…” He said to his friend. The first looked at me and laughed as well. I didn’t realize I was laying there head tilted back mouth open expectantly, waiting to be filled with cock.

The first reached over tugging at the hangar still attached to my nipples. I cried out, back arching even more. “We found a truly precious whore here. Eager lil slut. Shove your cock in Ben. She’s waiting so patiently.” The First laughed tugging at the hangar again I moaned and then was suddenly gagging as Ben didn’t take his time like the first merely tried to shove his hole length down my throat. I gagged and sputtered and still he pushed. PUshing past my gag till I was actually swallowing his cock. My throat muscles coaxing and tightening around him.

“Fuck she’s swallowing my cock. God damn.” Ben exclaimed.

My body was jerking a little unable to breath. Swallowing cock. Not even able to gag anymore it was past that point.

“Let her breathe Ben.” The first said slapping his friends arm as he moved between my legs.

Ben laughed pulling out a little I sputtered for air as soon as his cock was past my throat and only in my mouth.

“Breathe lil slut.” The first said as he slide his hand over my wet cunt. His thumb going to slide over my engorged clit. My body jerked as I regained my breath. The first stole it again. And then Ben was pushing his cock in again. I sucked, gagged and swallowed his cock again. He was quicker to pull out this time. I didn’t sputter for breath this time before he repeated as the First fingers my clit making me squirm.

“Don’t know why I’m buttering you up. You’re already slick as a whore can get.” The first commented with a feral growl. I felt him move more between my legs. Grasping my ankles he lifted them up into the air. Keeping them spread a little but directly up in the air. I couldn’t see anything but Ben’s balls dangling as he fed me his cock over and over again. But soon enough felt The First’s cock sliding up and down my slit. The bulbous head teasing.

I nearly bit Ben’s dick as the First swiftly impaled me. Burying himself easily into my slick cunt.

“FUCKING TIGHT BITCH.” The first cursed as he held himself buried. “Fuck don’t bite.” Ben cursed at nearly the same time. I retracted my teeth which had only nipped him and Ben quickly pulled his cock from his mouth.

“Sorry I’m sorry.” I said but I was moaning more then anything with the cock buried in my aching cunt.

Ben held his cock at the base and slapped the spit coated thing against my face a couple times.

“Bad lil whore.” He scolded playfully.

The first groaned as my cunt contracted around his cock at the word whore. “Ohh fuck that’s good. Ohhh what a fucking filthy whore find you are.” Ben said pushing his cock even further into me to the point of almost pain. I groaned. Head falling back. Mouth open Panting.

“Let’s skewer this bitch.” The first said groaning again as my pussy convulsed.

Soon enough Bens cock was pushing into my mouth and before long they had found a simple rhythm Ben pushing down into my throat as the First withdrew. Ben pulling out as the First slammed in.

The hangar bounced on my ümraniye escort bayan tummy pulling at my nipples as the two men slammed into me again and again. Back and forth. Once in a while the First’s thumb would graze my clit and my whole body would spasm. But he wouldn’t do it long enough to bring me even near the edge.

Between clit grazing they were both grunting. Once and a while the First would throw in the name calling making me convulse around him.

Finally Ben pulled out. “I need to take a break or I’m gonna cum in her mouth. And according to the picture. This isn’t all she wants.” Ben said nodding at my laptop. He lifted his leg and slid off my arms which were still bound over my head.

“True true…” The first said with a smile. He moved laying over the top of me. “But I just can’t get enough of this slutty pussy. You’re gonna have to take the ass…. first.” The first said rolling me on the bed till I was on top of him. “Ow.” He said pushing me to sit up a little once he was on the bottom. “Ohk these need to come of now.” He said unclamping the hangar. I hissed as blood rushed back to my slightly flattened nipples.

I cried out as the First latched onto on sucking it into his mouth making the blood run faster, more painfully. My head flew back my arms flopping so my bound wrists actually flopped on my face.

“You love it lil slut.” The first said and laughed as my pussy convulsed.

“You gotta feel this Ben…. Get in her ass and feel what happens when we tell her what a fucking… dirty… whore…she is.” The first grunted thrusting up into my cunt with each word feeling it quiver and shake around him. He reached up to my arms pushing them together so they were straight up to the sky. Wrist still bound together.

“Say it… tell me what a dirty whore you are.”

“I’m a fucking dirty cock hungry needy slut whore.” I say as the First smiles at me. He pulls me down atop him still thrusting up into my wet cunt his hands slide down to my ass and pull. Spreading my ass cheeks.

“Do it Ben. Let’s fulfill this sluts dream. No… lets fulfill this sluts need.” The first moaned.

I could feel Ben move up behind me. But what I felt at first was definitely a finger moving smearing some of my juices, collected in my inner thigh smearing over my lil rosebud. A finger pushed in. “Fucking tight lil whore.” Ben whispered then gasped as he felt me tighten even on just the one finger. “Holy shit that’s gonna be tight.” He exclaimed clearly excited.

The first was alternating between thrusting and sucking my aching hard nipples. still holding me open. Soon enough I could feel the head of Bens cock pushing at my back door. My toes curled as my wildest fantasy was about to come true. Two cocks inside me. He pushed, I tried to relax, but still there was slight pain as he pushed into me. I felt the pop as he head made it past the outer ring of my anus.

Then I cried out as he pushed deeper and I could feel the two cocks rub along each other separated only by a thin layer of flesh inside me. “Holy fucking shit.” I cried and the two men laughed as it was the most vocal I’d been.

“Dream come true little whore.” The first whispered before biting my nipple. My head snapped back and I screamed again and just then all the lights and the TV came blaring on as the hotel’s power was restored. But I didn’t even notice as I was lost to the sensation of two cocks filling me.

Soon enough they found a rhythm again. Thrusting in each hold Ben shoving my shoulders down as he thrust in. I came within four strokes. Crying out as they continued to ram me. Ben soon followed as my body spasmed around them. The first had the most stamina off us all. Still thrusting even as Ben pulled out and stumbled to the other bed to collapse on the end of it. He rolled me over again and pulled out standing up.

I was still spasming as he jerked his cock off. “Real whores would rather I cum on you then in you.” The first said as he shot his load. It hit my thighs. My tummy and I just laid there and took it.

Finally he finished and collapsed on the bed next to me.

After a long while of only our breathing and the TV noise filling our room the first spoke. “Where here till Friday you?”

“Thursday.”

“Only one more night then.” The first said…. “Shit give me a little while and we’ll try this again. I ain’t gonna just walk away from a nice whore like you. I’m gonna take all I can get. Right Ben?” The first asked.

Ben groaned.

I turned arms still bound above my head to look at him. “I’m game… but can I ask what your name is…. I know he’s Ben but…. you never said….he never said…” I asked looking like a slutty lil naive girl, bound, cum covered but quizzical.

The first smiled at me. “Juan…. but you can call my Papi……”

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She lay curled in the foetal position on the barn’s concrete floor. Her flesh was drenched, grimy, covered with a layer of dirt. Beads of sweat stream through the filth, leaving small windy paths over her skin. If you watched her closely you would see the sudden violent shudders flowing through her naked body intermittently.

Her skin felt like it was being pulled back around her body after she had it ripped apart from the violence it had just been through. He had come suddenly to her room at daybreak. Pushing apart the curtains, the morning sun blinded her waking eyes. Grabbing her by the wrist, He dragged her from her bed, never a word was uttered.

She whimpered in His hold as He tugged her just as she was trying to reach for her robe, wanting to cover her nakedness. Just out of her grasp he pulls her into the hall. Not having a moment to think her eyes slowly adjusted to the morning light as He leads her quickly through the house. Her bare feet skid along the timber floors trying to grip as she scampers after Him.

Just as He opened the back door of the house, she caught a glimpse of His face. She took a long sigh of relief as she saw no signs of anger or distress on His face. All she saw was hardness, and even though the look made her shake to her bones, it was nothing the look of His anger did to her. She had rarely seen His angry side, and those incidents were never directed toward her, but she still felt it from His being on those few occasions.

Feeling a little lighter but still apprehensive what He had in mind for her. She stumbled behind Him as He led her across the yard to the barn. The grass beneath her feet was soft, dewy and warm from the morning sun. With her in one of His hands He swung open the door, dragging her in behind Him. Pulling her over to the middle of the room, He ordered her to be still as He let go of her arm.

Loose hay and dirt rough on the bottom of her feet, hard on her flesh kadıköy escort bayan after the softness of the grass. She could feel the small stones on the floor scratching on her feet as she shuffled a little to get her balance. Grasping to her thighs she lifted her eyes to look through the hair fallen over her face. Standing over her, she inhaled His scent. The masculine aroma flowing through her, the rich smell of Him causing her body to shudder in desire.

Suddenly a small scream bounced off the walls. He swiftly slapped her hardened cold nipples. Biting down on her lip, eyes widening, He paired another slaps onto her burning flesh before turning from her. Not a word came from His lips, she watched Him walk to the far end of the barn. He steps long, deliberate He made His way to a locker centred on the wall.

The few times she had entered the barn she had wondered, but never dared to ask what was in the worn red locker. It looked like something He had picked up at a flea market or garage sale, unless of course it was some treasure He had had for years that she was only just now aware of. She held her breath as she waited to see inside.

Just as the door opened He moved across the front of it, blocking her view as He started to rummage through. She heard all sorts of sounds, including the occasional clank when He placed something on top of the locker. His height blocked this from her view. After several minutes of trying to see around Him from her place she gave up, now turning her attention to her surrounds.

It wasn’t a large barn, mostly used for storing His tools and gardening equipment, His mower sat in the corner covered in a large grey tarp. Her eyes moved from His tools and from Him, she scanned the walls. Scattered across the walls at different heights were eye hooks. She had never noticed them before, but then she had rarely been in here. kartal escort bayan The barn was treated as His domain.

There were different sizes, at different heights, every one causing her naked body to shiver. Looking back at Him for a moment, her feet still on the spot He left her, she trembled. Seeing Him still unmoved from the locker she dared to shuffle on her place to look at the rest of the barn. Standing at the end opposite His tools and locker, were two bench type tables on the floor.

They were positioned far enough away from each other and the wall that they could be easily walked around. Looking them over she could see hooks on the legs, about a foot from the floor. With just one pair of legs on each bench in her sight she only imagined the other legs had the same steel hooks. The top of them were cushioned in black, the sun shining from cracks in the boarded roof danced over the grain of the leather.

Turning on her spot, her eyes scanned every wall, the benches again, her Master still at the locker, it was soon apparent that the innocent looking barn from the exterior He had turned into a play room. Trembling in delight she turned back facing Him, feeling the hay stuck to her feet.

Forgetting her surrounds for just a moment she took stock of her own body. Her skin was humming so loudly it filled her ears, only to be out done by the beat of her heart. Toes scrunching against the dirt floor, her thighs quivered, her cunt ached, she felt her juices starting to pool in her body as the excitement was building in her body.

Suddenly His voice broke her thoughts. She looked up at Him, He was looking at her, a sly grin filling His face, a shine in His eyes. Her face lit up in return.

“Come here girl, hands out to me,” He ordered.

“Yes Sir,” she spoke as she started walking to Him.

Upon reaching Him she extended maltepe escort bayan her arms out.

“Good girl.”

Reaching behind Him, He took something from the top of the locker. Eyes watching everyone one of His moves, she saw the leather in His hands. One at a time He cuffed her wrists, locking them around her flesh. He then bent over and repeated His actions on her ankles. She gasped quietly as He ensured all cuffs were tight on her.

Watching Him turn back to the locker, she heard a soft clang, metal hitting against metal. Her curiosity was quickly silenced as He stepped up close into her space. His jeans and shirt rubbing against her naked body He quickly places a collar around her neck. She jumped as the cold metal touches her warm neck. Goosebumps flood her skin as He tightens and locks it firmly around her throat.

Taking a step back from her, she continues to be captured by Him. His eyes looking over her, drawing her in with His stare.

“This is how you should look My slut, cuffed and collared, not an inch of clothing on you.”

She just smiled to Him. Her words caught up in her overabundance of thoughts.

“To the bench girl,” He orders, pointing the bench on the right. “And make sure you lay along it ass to Me.”

Taking a deep breath, “Yes Master,” she answers softly.

Walking across the floor, her steps cautious she pads across the hay and dirt, nervously approaching the wooden bench.

“Up you get girl, stop dawdling, move that ass of yours,” she heard Him command behind her.

Quickening her movements, she got up onto the bench. Manoeuvring her body she lies along it. Realising it’s the same length as her body, she hangs her legs over one end and her head and arms the other. A wave of heat travels through her body, hearing Him walk across the floor. His heavy boots scrunch the dry hay with every step closer to her.

“Legs apart slut, NOW.” Harshness laced His orders.

Without a sound she quickly widened herself, trembling, she rests them against the sloped timber legs. Her breath heavy, chest pressed into the padded top. She turned her head as she hears His steps alongside her. His back to her, He places some objects upon the top of the other bench. She can’t quite see from her view, but she knows she will learn soon enough.

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