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Notes from the author:

I originally posted Ch 16 in Novellas, but the views were down, and I think many of my regular readers may have missed it, looking for it in BDSM. If you have not read Ch 16, I hope you enjoy, and while I’m not sure when Ch 17 will be out, I have not given up. It’s a work in progress. Love to all and please don’t forget to vote and/or comment!

–J

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“Morning Sunshine!”

“Shut up,” I mumbled at my annoyingly happy brother.

Jake was one of those disgustingly cheerful morning people, and for the most part, it sucked for me. The upside was that he usually made me breakfast. And not just a wimpy bowl of Apple Jacks either. He made pancakes, hash browns, waffles, and in the case of mornings like this, eggs.

Mornings like this were mornings with a hangover.

“Thanks,” I muttered as he set a plate of scrambled eggs before me.

“Don’t mention it bud,” Jake smirked. “Think about those meetings at the Y, kay?”

“Mmm,” I grumbled in acknowledgement. Like hell was I going to one of those meetings. I didn’t have a problem. I just needed to decompress once in a while.

I began to pick at my eggs while Jake scrubbed the pans, whistling as he so often did, before washing his hands and heading for the door.

“Later fucker! I’ll be home around eleven. Putting in a double shift at the diner. Mom should be home around eight.”

“Later fucker,” I called back, wincing as the door closed way too loudly behind him.

I forced the eggs down before rinsing my plate and going to shower. I still had a few hours before the drop, and would try to get past this monster of a hangover in the interim.

I’d been recruited shortly after a party with some friends—or acquaintances rather. Not the sort of crowd my mom would approve of, or Jake for that matter. Jake and I were only a couple years apart, but he was infinitely better than me.

We looked almost exactly alike, or so we were told by anyone who’d met us both. Our mother said so all the time. Same height, same build, same facial features. But we were polar opposites.

Jake was the responsible one, busting his ass trying to support my mom and me. I was the screw-up, trying to compensate for being a screw-up, and failing miserably.

But that would soon change.

This gig with the Celtic Five street gang would easily put an end to our financial troubles. My job was simple. Pick up from supplier, make drop. It was almost too good to be true. But after the ease of the first dozen or so drops, I’d decided it could be a regular job. The fellas I typically made contact with weren’t the friendliest, nor the chattiest, but then, neither was I these days.

My ma still thought I was working at the farmer’s market. But who needed all those hours for such pathetic wages? I may have been a screw-up, but at least I could add. I was smart enough to understand that my family’s regular routine wasn’t working. We needed money, and being a handler for South Boston’s booming drug trade would get us money, quickly and quietly.

It was a job designed to be brief and seamless, but there were risks—considerable risks—like prison time, if I wasn’t careful.

The hardest part was the secrecy from my mom, and especially from Jake. In time, when I’d put away enough money, I would tell them.

The question of how to come clean was killing me, but it had to be done. It was a small price to pay to be able to get us out of this neighborhood.

Jake especially was destined for better things. I wanted him to go to college, make something of himself the way I knew that he could. As it was, he worked overtime as a dishwasher and back-up line chef at O’Brien’s about six blocks over. Far less than he was capable of. I believed he could succeed at anything, if only he was given the chance.

—

Two days later…

I swallowed in anxiousness when Jimmy handed me the address for today’s drop.

255 Raymond.

It was just a block away from Jake’s work. Shit.

I wasn’t ready for Jake to know about my endeavors, and this was going to be cutting it very close. I would just have to be quick and discreet. Like usual.

Everything would be fine.

—

I finally let go of the breath I’d been holding for the last twenty minutes.

Job was done, time to go home. Employing my practiced swagger, I strode towards the alleyway to retrieve my vehicle.

See? Nothing to worry about. Business as usual, no noise.

“What the hell?? Officers, what’s going on?”

My ears perked up in alarm, and I looked around frantically for the man I knew the voice belonged to.

“Jacob Donovan, you’re under arrest for drug trafficking. Put your hands behind your back.”

“What the fuck? What are you talking about?” Jake cried.

“Hands behind your back, now!” the officer barked as his partner approached from the rear, ready to assist.

I stood there, horrified, frozen in my tracks, ready to vomit at the sight before me.

“There’s been a mistake,” Jake insisted, Üvey porno but he complied and allowed himself to be cuffed.

“You have the right to an attorney…”

I wanted to run up to them, tell them they had the wrong guy, that Jake had nothing to do with this, and I was the one they wanted. But I didn’t. I just stood there like an idiot, scared shitless.

Jake spotted me then, from across the street, just before they muscled him into the back of the cab. His eyes were accusing, then pleading, and still I did nothing.

His look of surrender shook me to my core as I stood there, paralyzed with fear in the cold November air.

I knew I would never forget the look on his face.

—

“Curt, Curt!” Beth shook me gently.

“Beth? What’s going on?” I blinked sleepily, embarrassed to find that I was all sweaty beneath the sheets.

“I think you were having a nightmare. It sounded pretty bad,” she cupped my cheek, a tender sympathetic look on her face.

“Did I say anything?” I asked warily.

“Most of it was gibberish, but you distinctly called out for Jake. Jake’s your brother, right?”

“Uhh, right,” I stammered, eager to end this conversation before she dug too deep.

“You sounded really scared. Do you…want to talk about it?”

“No,” I said with finality. “I don’t want or need to talk about it. Don’t burden yourself.”

Her hurt expression had me unsettled, and cursing myself for my brusqueness.

Women were such healers. Unsatisfied if they didn’t have someone to fix, some problem to remedy. I didn’t want to be an asshole, but I didn’t want her to know of my past—my shame.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to help,” her eyes diverted to the sheets, and mine diverted to her soft naked flesh peeking out from it.

God I was such an ass. She wanted to help, and I wanted to fuck her until we both forgot who we were.

“No, I’m sorry,” I sighed, reaching for her, pulling her body closer to mine. “I shouldn’t have been so harsh.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered, her eyes now fixed on my chest.

“Look at me Beth,” I ordered softly, lifting her chin.

She reluctantly obeyed, her eyes watery.

I felt like such a bastard.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” I crooned before rolling her onto her back and kissing her tenderly.

“Mmmm,” Beth whimpered into my mouth.

As cheap of a move as it was, using sex to win her over, I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to.

“Spread your legs,” I rasped.

She complied without hesitation, in spite of the recent uncomfortable exchange.

I stroked the tip of my cock along her lush petals, and declared, “With you Beth, the only thing I want is to love you. To give you pleasure, and share it with you. That’s all that matters. All you have to do is let me.”

“I love you too Curt. Anything you want, I’ll give you,” she murmured, wiggling against me, tempting me to push further inside her.

“Then give me your trust Bethany. Your trust, your love, and your body,” I growled before pinning her with another kiss. This one more demanding. And carnal.

I entered her slightly, then retreated. A bit more, in and out slowly, teasingly, making her squirm and beg. Her juices soaked my cock, as if her pussy had a mind of its own, and thought it could manipulate me with more wetness.

“Please Curt, fuck,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around me.

While I could have gone on teasing her for hours, I knew I still needed to make amends. What better way than to give her what she so obviously wanted?

I pushed in, firmly and steadily, all the way until I hit her cervix.

“Aahh,” Beth gasped, her cunt fluttering in delight.

“Bethany,” I purred into her mouth, relishing the subsequent clench of her pussy.

“Mmm, I love it when you call me Bethany…”

“I know Bethany,” I whispered with a wicked grin.

Her clenching every time I said her name was fast pushing me towards the edge. I struggled for control as my hips began thrusting of their own volition—harder and deeper.

“I’m going to come inside your pussy,” I stated matter of factly. “I’m going to give you my sperm. You’ll take it all.”

“Fffuck!” Beth cried.

“You like that don’t you Bethany? The knowledge that you’ll carry my child. That I’m going to impregnate you.”

“Yes, Curt! Yes!”

“I can’t wait to fuck you with your belly big and round,” I hissed, biting my lip as she continued to juice over me, glazing my balls in her warm sweetness.

“Mmmyeahhh,” Beth moaned. “Fuck me Curt. Make me pregnant. Fill me with your seed.”

“Fffuck,” it was my turn to moan.

“Mmmm, harder Curt. Push your dick inside me faster. I want it…”

“Such naughty language little girl,” I teased, my thrusts turning erratic as her nails began to claw at my shoulder blades.

“Daddy,” she whispered directly into my ear.

Fuck, she knew my triggers just as surely as I did hers.

“Fffuck, little girl!!” I gritted as I rutted her frantically, porno izle desperate to claim what we both wanted. “Nnnhhh, Goddamn baby I’m close, so close!”

“Harder Daddy, please!”

“Ssshit!!” I cried as I felt the rush of tingling.

I knew Beth felt it just before I came, as her cunt clamped down tighter on me, her mouth wide open, no words escaping her. Just a look of pure ecstasy.

It was then I knew. She truly wanted this. She lived to take my cock, my seed, to have my babies. The sudden revelation drove me right to the edge, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

My balls tightened, I forced my cock as deep as I could, and let my release rip through me.

“Aaahhh! Aaahhhhh!! Aahhh, ffffuck Bethhh!!!”

I exploded in her, jet after jet of hot cum flooding her womb as she milked me. I came for what felt like several minutes, my hips quivering, quaking and thrusting with aftershocks. Her pussy sucked it all in greedily, clenching continuously over me, welcoming everything I had to give her.

Christ, every time with this woman. Every time felt like the first time.

—

“Beth baby, wake up…”

“Hmm?” she stirred, squinting up at me.

“Baby, I’m off to work now, be home around five again. You have any plans?”

“Mmm, yeah,” she rubbed her eyes. “I have an afternoon appointment, but should be back in plenty of time.”

“Perfect,” I smiled at her sleepy angelic face. “I’m taking you out tonight to celebrate our engagement properly. Is it okay if I invite Joe and Kate to join us?”

“Sure, that sounds nice!” she beamed.

“Great,” I grinned before kissing her softly on the mouth, wishing I had time for more. “See you tonight, love.”

“Mmm, see you tonight.”

—

It was gross how giggly I was over wearing his ring. God, it was huge. I knew my mom would gawk over it, and Curt’s charm, and well, my dad would hardly be able to deny how awesome a son-in-law with courtside seats at the Bulls games would be. Outlook was good for my parents’ blessing of our engagement, or so I wanted to believe.

I couldn’t wait to see Kate tonight. I knew I would either start squealing and jumping up and down, or crying tears of joy. Neither option appealed, but oh well. I was getting married! To a sex god! A rich, handsome, fucking awesome cook of a sex god!

I rolled merrily out of bed and all but skipped to the shower, happy-dancing stupidly as I scrubbed myself down. I didn’t care if I looked like an idiot. I didn’t care if he was watching on however many damn cameras were around this place. I was in love!

Cameras. Hmmm…

An utterly godless grin blossomed on my face as I had an epiphany.

Shutting off the water, I hurriedly dried myself off and ran to get my phone.

I bit my lip in anticipation as I opened a text to Curt.

I know you’re busy, so don’t let me interrupt, but on the off chance you’re free at 10 am, you might want to take a look at your security footage. XOXO

–Beth

I sat there in my towel at the foot of the bed, my knees shaking in eagerness for his reply.

He probably won’t reply, dopey. He’s a busy important lawyer, doing real important things. Don’t entertain the idea he’ll engage in lovey texting right now.

If I can make time, I will. XXX Curt

Mmm. Oh yes, he’d make time. Or he’d be sorry.

Heck, he could probably access the footage any time he damn well pleased, even if he did miss it. But it would be so hot to do this and know he was watching in real time.

It was 9:00. I had some time, so I dried my hair and went downstairs to have breakfast and check my emails.

After enjoying another bland bowl of Cheerios, I checked my inbox, only to scowl as I often did. Not one new inquiry. I supposed it was for the best. I needed to keep my head clear for this new project, which if it closed, had the potential to be my largest yet.

Don’t get ahead of yourself Beth. You haven’t even seen the place yet. Haven’t even met these people.

But my heart was racing. I knew it was a big contract, ready for the taking, and I just had to pitch myself well enough.

Checking the time on my laptop, it read 9:56.

Shoot, I thought, as I briefly considered chickening out.

You dangled the carrot Beth, now get your ass upstairs and make good!

My pulse rang in my ears as I dashed up the winding staircase to his bedroom.

—

The little minx.

You might want to take a look at your security footage…

I growled at no one in my empty office as I pulled the tablet from my briefcase, my nerves nearly causing me to drop the damned thing. I’d barely managed to get rid of Joe at just seconds to ten.

Pulling up the security app on my tablet, I sat back in my office chair and scrolled through the feeds for each room.

Nothing. Had she forgotten?

Then suddenly, I saw her enter the master bedroom.

Beth stood there a moment, facing away from the camera, towards the bed.

What was she doing?

My Asyalı porno heart pounded as my sex kitten sauntered over to the bed, clad in nothing but a towel.

A chill raced through me at the immediate sense of déjà vu. I knew in my soul that this would be a life altering moment. A life altering, pant splitting, mother fucking mind blowing moment.

She’d made the bed all pretty again, and didn’t bother to turn down the covers as she climbed onto it, getting comfortable in the center.

I fucking salivated, biting my lip as she parted her towel, totally naked and open to my voyeuristic delight.

I’d never considered myself a voyeur. Seemed stupid really. Why watch when you can get in there and fucking enjoy yourself?

But she wasn’t giving me that option today, the little tease.

Zooming in, I let my eyes roam wistfully over her deliciously nude form. But my view became partially obstructed when her hands closed over her breasts.

Holy fuck, those tits. They were a perfect handful for me, but spilled over her tiny Tinkerbell hands in a manner so ball tightening, I was sorely tempted to abandon all plans for the day.

Beth kneaded her breasts, massaging them in circles as I drooled with envy.

Her mouth was open, her eyes closed as she pursued her pleasure.

Was she thinking of me?

“Good girl baby, touch yourself. Think of Daddy as you touch yourself,” I whispered.

She’d progressed to a noticeably firmer grip on her tits, her nails leaving marks as she alternated between squeezing her globes and teasing her nipples.

God, those nipples…

Taut as mother fucking pencil erasers, they called to me.

“Fuck,” I hissed, reaching down to adjust myself.

Then she abandoned her generous titflesh, focusing solely on her nipples. Almost as if she’d registered my thoughts.

She pulled at them, pinching and tugging insistently til her round orbs began to lift from her chest. Her brow furrowed as she grimaced in what looked like sweet agony.

Was she doing this for her pleasure, or mine?

I zoomed out to see her legs spread, hips thrusting desperately at the air as she continued to torture her tender udders.

Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, and I knew it was not purely my sadistic appetite she indulged.

“Baby, fuck…” I groaned as I released myself from my pants, the pressure in my balls far too painful to ignore.

Her chest heaved when she finally released her breasts, and I thought that perhaps the show was over.

No matter, I’d rewind and watch it again if she was through.

But she was not through.

Beth kept her legs spread like a good girl and I frowned when she paused, pulsing in anticipation of what she would do next.

Her hands crept down, sliding along her ribcage, and coming to rest on her abdomen.

I shook my head in wonder as she began to caress her own belly, gently, in a manner that left no room for debate.

She was showing me where our baby would grow. Where perhaps, even now, it grew.

Sweet merciful Christ.

I licked my lips, my face and my cock straining as I stared transfixed at her hands as they performed a beautiful maternal dance over her soft belly.

Just when I thought I had her game figured out, she moved again, lower, her left hand still resting protectively over her belly, her right venturing delicately over her mound.

That clean-shaven ivory silk mound.

I’d tasted it last night, inside and out, and God help me, I just wanted to dive through the damned tablet screen and immerse myself once more.

But it was not to be. Not until I got home this evening. And by God, she had one hell of a retaliation coming.

I clenched my teeth as I saw her fingers quest downward to nestle between her young pussy lips.

She played for several moments, and I stroked myself, urging her to her inevitable destination.

“Good girl, play with that pussy. It’s mine. My little pregnant pussy…”

Beth shifted then, planting her feet on the bed, spreading herself wide for my viewing pleasure.

I could see her glistening folds, and growled in desire for her.

“Fuckkkk…” was my reaction when she suddenly withdrew her fingers from her sex, and brought them to her mouth.

My cock pulsed and twitched eagerly against my hand, but my grip was firm.

Not yet. Not yet.

Her left hand remained on her lower abdomen, lovingly stroking and caressing our unborn child.

Christ how I wanted to fuck her right now. I was hard as a fucking diamond.

“Touch your clit,” I bit out, stroking myself furiously.

She heard. She knew.

I grew dizzy with lust as I watched her begin to tease her little pearl.

“Touch it babygirl. Fucking frig that little clit. Come for Daddy…”

Her left hand abandoned her belly for the first time in several minutes, she now gripping the bedcovers, holding on as her hips lifted from the bed, her brow creased, her features determined, as her right hand became a blur over her mound.

“Come my sweet Bethany…Come!” I hissed at her through the God damned screen.

Her head fell back, her hips bucked and shivered. Still she tortured her clit, drawing it out for me. She was doing this for me. She was milking herself, milking me, for every last exquisite drop.

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Shortly after I turned 18 our family moved to quite a big house on Thorn Park which is an exclusive development where the properties are set at an angle to each other and screened by hedges and trees. Almost as soon as we moved in I began having the dreams.

In my dreams I would be led down a narrow passage where there was no light at all and yet I somehow knew where to go. At the end of the passage was a chamber; sometimes it would be the same chamber as before but usually it would be a different chamber each time. Whatever chamber it was it would contain huge devices which I only ever saw partially because the only light was a flickering red light of the sort cast by flames. The devices would always have huge thick timber beams and frames with leather straps to restrain my delicate limbs and sharp blades or spikes to torment me. Hot irons would be pressed against my skin or inserted…well you get the idea.

Despite suffering these tortures in my sleep I did sleep well. I think I must have been sleeping really deeply while I dreamt but I would always awake with my hand between my legs and I would have to masturbate really intensely to ease the primeval urge within me. These are not the sort of thing which an eighteen year old girl likes to discuss openly so I never did talk about them therefore I had no way of knowing if every girl experienced the same thing. Sometimes I would fear that I was afflicted with a lustful insanity and at other times I told myself that I was a normal healthy young woman.

And as time went on it was more than just dreams. My mind would fill with all sorts of ideas along the lines of “What would it be like to….?” This curiosity consumed me and the only way to get any peace was to experiment.

The first thing I did was to sleep all night with a pillowcase over my head as if I were hooded then I bound my ankles with a scarf and then I fell into the habit of gagging myself with another scarf although I don’t think I ever wore my gag all night. It was frustrating that I could not tie my hands but, of course, I knew that sex shops sold handcuffs. Surely I was a nice girl; I was not the sort to go into one of those sleazy places. But the idea would not go away and really it was inevitable that one Saturday I sneaked into a shop and came away with my own silver pair of Türk porno handcuffs. I put them on as soon as I was back in my bedroom and I could not wait for that night.

Sometimes my hands were cuffed behind me and other times they would be in front. I had tied the key to the connecting chain with a length of string. My experiments became more and more intense and often I would be gagged, hooded and with my ankles bound then I would lay on my belly, naked, with my hands through the wooden rails of my headboard and handcuffed in place. The sexual energy thus produced was intense but now my hands could not reach my pussy so I had to grind my belly into the mattress and press down on my breasts so that my tender nipples rubbed on the sheet beneath me.

I cannot remember when the man first appeared. Well he did not exactly appear; he was in my mind but I did not have to be asleep to see him. When I was awake he would arise out of my imagination. He was huge and towering above me dressed only in a brown monk’s habit with the hood up. I kept trying to see his face but the hood always blocked my view until one night when I was strapped to one of his devilish contraptions in a dream I saw him full face. His face was a grinning white skull.

My abasement of myself continued. Some weekends I would be alone in the house all day so I was free to experiment and, on the odd occasion, my parents went away for the weekend so I would have the house to myself all night for two nights. These precious times often involved careful preparation. I would fill a washing up bowl with water and hang my handcuff key in the bowl on a string which was loosely taped to the sides of the bowl so that the key hung half way down into the water. The whole bowl then went into the bottom of the freezer where it froze solid. That night Julie lay down on the hard kitchen floor completely naked and with my ankles and knees bound. There was no key attached to my handcuffs now, the key was frozen into the ice block which was slowly melting beside me on the floor so once I had snapped my cuffs shut behind my back all I could do was to wait helplessly and dream of what would happen if we were burgled in the night.

Sometimes when I had the house to myself I would ensure that beforehand I bought Türkçe alt yazılı porno one of those multi box packets of matches. The matches went into the refuse leaving me with six empty matchboxes. Into five boxes I inserted a small coin so that they rattled. My handcuff key went into the sixth box and, having blindfolded myself, I went all over the house throwing a matchbox into each of six rooms. Then my ankle bindings and handcuffs went on and I had to make an awkward tour of my home on my belly until I found the right box so that I could retrieve the key and free myself as I lay panting on the carpet.

By this time I had purchased a length of chain and two padlocks so I could restrain myself on my bedroom floor at night. My ankles were chained and my hands cuffed behind me with my ankles padlocked to the handcuffs so that I was hogtied for a very uncomfortable night on the floor. Girls in punishment and bondage are not permitted to sleep in a warm bed.

On other occasions I spent the night in the garden shed handcuffed to the lawn mower or in the garden one summer naked and manacled to the base of a tree.

Still I wondered where all this was coming from. Was it just being driven by my own perverted and depraved mind?

Things became clearer when the family decided that we wanted a pond and some contractors came into the garden with one of those small excavating machines. I arrived home from college to find that the digging machine had tumbled into a pit and all work on the pond had been stopped. Looking into the pit I clearly saw the stone walls of a chamber and part of an archway which led into blackness.

The investigations took time allowing for all the shoring and propping so that men could safely enter the pit but eventually it was revealed that we had discovered an underground complex which was probably the cellarage of an old house. There were long narrow passages and small rooms which extended from our boundary under the neighbouring properties but the investigators did not only find stone.

When they found the first skeleton it was not long before they found the next and then the next. In all seventeen young women lay in those chambers some with the rusty chains still around their bones. Some of porno the skeletons showed evidence of where a hand or a leg had been severed pre mortem and one of the skulls was never found.

Clothing rots away very quickly so pathologists never expect to find it but they do expect to find belt buckles, zips and buttons. In this case they found none of that; these women had all died naked.

In one of the passageways they found a collection of bones which confused them at first. It turned out that they had two skeletons here and, because the muscles and sinews had decomposed, the loose bones had become intermingled. One skeleton was a woman of about my age and the other was a large man who had an axe laying in his chest cavity. The female skeleton showed evidence of having been brutally hacked and forensic pathologists speculated that the man had been attacking her but she had somehow got free, grabbed the axe and then swung it at her attacker but she had been too weak to escape and had died beside the man possibly due to blood loss.

In another part of the cellar were two women behind metal grilles. They showed no evidence of injury to account for their deaths but if they had been locked up and then left they would have died from thirst. We shall never know whether they had been deliberately left to die or if their captor had imprisoned them and then died before he could do whatever he planned to do to them.

Local research showed that our estate was built within the grounds of Thorn Park, the mansion which stood here and whose cellars contained the charnel house. The last resident of Thorn Park was Thaddeus Gryphon who had simply vanished without trace. The rates on his property had not been paid and the house fell into dangerous decay. Gryphon had no known heirs and eventually his estate fell to the ownership of the council who sold it to the developer who built our house. Presumably the entrance to his basement of horrors was concealed to prevent anyone from finding his grisly secret so when he went down to the cellar one night to inflict more abuse on his victims he secured the door behind him and then met his end with the axehead in his chest. When the demolition contractors moved onto the site they had failed to find the cellar so it had lain there until we began to dig our pond and the old stone finally gave way tipping the digger into the pit.

So did the discovery of Gryphon’s secret put an end to his night time activities in the bedrooms of modern maidens? Well I cannot really answer that question. You see this was just the time when I moved out of the house to come to university so I stopped regularly sleeping there.

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It was the late 60s and the free love brigade realised as they got a little older that free loaders were just that.

The country had a young offenders institution for 12 to 18 year olds, where it was thought the youngsters learnt more about crime inside than learning that crime did not pay.

The next step was an adult prison, which for young boys and girls was too brutal, for all sorts of reasons.

So it was legislated on that a judge or even parent can use a new facility run by various church groups, this one is run by the Baptist’s and based on their discipline regime of CDD, Christian Domestic Discipline.

The judge would issue a sentence from between 4 weeks and 12 weeks, any more would appear to be of a more serious nature and prison would be the institution the offender was sent to.

A parent could pay to send a child over 18 and under 20 for the amount of routine decided by the Governor and the Father of the child.

It was to be called, “Young Persons Discipline Center” Quite a mouthful but it was thought it said what it was!

The staff were recruited for their specialist skills, the obvious Governor, Matron, Nurse, Secretary, Catering staff and Wardens.

This particular Baptist Center was in Brexton and was a converted institution of the 40s, mainly for its secure fencing and special sound proofed wings.

It was designed to house 10 young men and 10 young ladies. They slept in dormitories of groups of 5 with all dormitories leading off a main sitting area, dining room and warders office made it look like a star shape.

The fifth point of the star was the “Learning Room.”

**********

Governor Wilson was going through who was leaving that day.

He also checked who was coming in and for what offence.

Governor Wilson loved this day, he lived his life CDD, and he himself was an eighth generation child in this lifestyle. Gay porno Growing up his Pa used to say its either right or get your pants down.

That went for all under his roof, family, friends or even visitors, but it was the same in most of the other houses too.

He liked to make sure the ones going suffered so much pain and embarrassment that they would never want to offend again and the newcomers so much pain they forgot all about home till they settled.

His secretary would draw up a rota for who would deal with who, she always made sure of that as to not end up facing downwards for his belt herself, which often happened.

He would have the occasional boy but mainly girls.

He liked the boys with the longest willy, so he could lead them round the room with it to humiliate them.

**********

“Just 3 new girl arrivals today Mr. Wilson, 2 from court and one from that nice Mr. Jones who came in a week or so ago.”

“Did he pay Joy?”

“Yes he did Sir, 2 weeks by postal order last Monday.”

He read the notes;

Jane Best – 18 – Weeks Discipline Training – Urinating In Public and Drunk.

Alice West – 18 – 8 Weeks Discipline Training – Shop Lifting – Lying – Swearing.

Josey Jones – 18 – 2 Weeks Private. Fathers remarks, I feel she needs the rudeness beaten out of her, please do not spare your cane and use all her body, she has me and her mom in tears most days. She wont work either.

“Who is first?”

“Jane West, direct from the court cells at 10.00 Sir.”

“Then Alice West at 2.00pm and Josey Jones at 5.00 Sir.”

He checked his watch, 9.40, “I will take all three.”

He rang his hands and went to slip a hand down his pants to move his stiffening cock over a little as Joy watched,

“You do it Joy.”

“Yes Sir.”

She stood up and walked to Governor Hd porno Wilson, pushed her hand gently down his pants, gave it a little rub and moved it to the left. He immediately stiffened, “Over the desk Joy I have just time to give you a quick shagging.”

She wasted no time in dropping her knickers to her knees and lifting her jumper, she knew Mr. Wilson liked a handful of tits when he took her from behind.

He dropped his pants, “Still cane marks showing Joy.”

“Yes Sir, it’s from the day before yesterday from Father, I was 10 minutes late in.”

“Then I should spank you too being your caring employer.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

He gave her a swift hand spanking then shagged her, he just got his cock away and the phone rang, Joy was a second or two answering as she was pulling her Knickers up and pulling her jumper down.

“Jane West in reception Sir.”

“You should answer the phone on or before the third ring Joy, as well you knew, that was the fifth ring, reason?”

“Erm, you were shagging me Sir.”

“20 of the belt for late answering and 10 cane stripes for rude language, make a note for tomorrow?”

Joy looked down, “Yes Sir.”

**********

The Governor went into reception and Jane was cuffed to two young male prison officers from the court.

“Bring her this way please guys.”

He went the long way round and into the inmates sitting room.

“Thank you gentleman, would you strip her for me please?”

“Us, here and now Governor?”

“Yes, is that ok?”

They had no need to answer, they uncuffed her and removed her grey prison jumper and bra, then her grey prison jogging bottoms and knickers.

She put up no fight at all, she knew she was to be beaten most days from talking with a few girls who had been inmates.

She had short blond hair, stood Hdabla porno 5’5″, 120lb, 34ish tits and trimmed bush.

The Governor had popped out of the room and returned with a small bowl, he place a chair next to a table and placed the bowl on the table.

“Attention all, West is going to put on a show for us all, she will get on the table and pee into the small bowl without splashing he table, guess what will happen if she splashes?”

All seven hands flew into the air, he pointed to a girl, “Yes,”

“Sir, she will be placed over a table and belted crimson on her bottom with your belt, then caned Sir.”

“Exactly right, and this will happen every other day of her 28 day stay till she perfects it, sometimes in front of you all and sometimes in front of the boys. She does not mind pissing in front of you all as she finds it fun, don’t you PissPot?”

“No Sir, I actually peed my pants I was that drunk Sir, so just moved the crotch of my knickers over and peed in the street.”

“Stand onto the chair.” he turned her bottom to the girls and slapped the tops of her legs, it was like a machine gun being fired, she screamed. “Now PissPot, Piss.” He helped her up and she squatted.

“Now open your slit with your fingers so we can all see it coming out.” The court wardens were rock hard and tilted their heads to see.

She did as she was told and her fingers in the way made her pee splash all over the table.

When she had finished he helped her down and stood her in front of him so she could watch him remove his belt, slowly but well practiced.

“Now girl, you will bent over the table you peed all over and I will belt you until you have licked it dry.”

The girls watching “Gasped”

“You may begin.”

She was not going to say no as she knew she would eventually, she started lapping the pee off the table, WHOSH CRACK. WHOOSH CRACK, one after the other rained down on her bottom till the table was dry. She collapsed on to the table.

He pointed to 2 inmates, “You two, take her to her bed. Gentlemen, let me show you out.”

“Now that’s what I call justice,” said one to the other, who nodded, both with their hands down their pants.

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When she got the box at work, by messenger, she couldn’t help the smile that played at her lips. It appeared to be just a normal delivery by courier, much like any other that she would get three or four times a week. Normally these boxes would contain checks or some essential paper to the business that she managed the office for, and to the other office personnel, that’s what it looked to contain. It was only her practiced eye that saw the difference. It occurred to her that he was counting on that.

First of all, the company only used one courier and this one wasn’t it. Secondly, anyone could sign and leave it on her desk, but for this package, she had to sign personally. They came and pulled her out of a meeting for it. It had an invoice on the front that proclaimed

“Contains instructions for delivery and claims. Open First.”

She tried to appear nonchalant carrying the package to her desk, even as she felt her knees shake and a trickle of wet moving down her thigh. Setting the package just at the side of the center of her desk was the hardest thing she had done all week. The urge to run into her office, close and lock the door and tear it open was so compelling, she still can’t believe she actually made it look like just another set of papers from the main office. She wanted to at least arrange it on her desk, just so. Square it up to the blotter and work it around like a meal she’s been waiting on.

She had no idea what was in it, but just that it was from “him” was enough to make her want to rip the cardboard apart with her back to the door and her chest heaving. She was able to close and lock the door without suspicion, but now she was impatient over this meeting. Already thinking it had gone on too long before she had opened the door. She worked hard to compose herself. It takes longer than ten minutes to decide a multi million dollar budget.

She walked in and sat back down in her spot, acutely aware that her panties had somehow become soaked in just those few short minutes since she last sat in this chair. It was funny that she could only think “I hope I don’t leave an obvious spot”. She had an urge to giggle.

She might not have any idea what was in that box, but getting something like that from him meant she was going to cum harder than she’d ever cum before – and that was true every time – and it was going to be something that would make her shaky and smiley for days if not weeks. Her officemates spent a bit of time trying to figure her relationship out, but this just wasn’t available for their consumption.

They wondered, she knew. Maybe even thought she was getting beat. There were just too many bruises and too many abrasions. The times her wrists had the rope burns and she couldn’t stay seated all day. The times with bruises she hadn’t realized she had until she got to work in the wrong clothes. She knew better now than to wear anything showing cleavage after one of these sessions. There was still talk about her cat scratching her up so bad.

She could feel the moisture starting to pool under her ass. “These panties are a complete waste”, she thought, just as she noticed everyone looking at her. Obviously she’d been asked a question and had no clue what it was or how to respond. He always did this to her. Got her all worked up so she couldn’t pay attention if her job depended on it. She looked down and shuffled her paperwork, but it was no use. She was going to have to tell everyone she wasn’t paying attention.

“I’m not sure I have that,” she said to stall. It worked! At least this time.

Her counterpart at main suddenly remembered she hadn’t sent it. The paper got passed over and she was able to work her way through the problem before her mind strayed back to the desk and her package.

She hadn’t even known what a quirt was before the last package yielded one up into her hands. She knows he sends them to her work to give her that little bit of extra anxiety and discomfort. Makes her have to be furtive and reminds her of the distance between the vanilla world and her path of submission. The distance that grew with every package.

She managed to join the conversation just a moment before it turned to her part and this time she actually heard what they needed from her and could respond. That was close. Try as she might, she already knew she wouldn’t be able to stop her mind and she had stopped trying to a long time ago now. He was in total control of whether she would be able to have attention left for her job or not. She was barely hanging on right now and at any time he might call or send her something else that’ll make her lose it completely.

She was getting the feeling of being in a wading pool and sitting on the top step. It was moist all the time, but every now and then a wave would push up between her knees, splash against her pussy and gush out to mingle with the fluids collected under her bottom.

The thought of the quirt was making her quiver. She’d had to smuggle it out in czech porno her purse after taking peeks at it all day. It looked so evil and yet so innocent, she could barely put it down. She kept taking it up and holding it in her hands whenever she had a moment through that day. The leather was smooth and yet the braiding was almost rough. It had certainly looked rough! The strands would hang down like some miniature medieval whip every time she would pick it up and then would lay splayed out when she would set it down onto her desk. There was a loop to hold it to the wrist with a bead on the end of that.

When she had first picked it up, she immediately thought she would be whipped with the bead and had almost cried with the thought that she wouldn’t be able to do it. As she looked at it over and over during the day, however, she realized that it was just the straps that she would be spanked with (she knew that much for sure, that it was for her flesh). That didn’t help a lot with the trepidation she felt, but at least it wouldn’t be something that would scar her.

The whippings still frightened her. Not the actual smack of leather, that could soak her panties even more than they were now just knowing it was coming, but the way she craved it. The way her body responded even as or even if her mind resisted. The first time he’d spanked her, she knew she wanted it but it had still left her uncertain about herself. He’d really paddled her, too. Left her red, hot and sore. Sitting on her ass all the next week had made her wet and dreamy. Her first whipping was absolute heaven.

She was sucking him, stroking his long cock with her mouth, bathing it with her saliva when the lashes struck her full across one buttock. It was a stinging, slapping feeling and made her shove his rod into her throat, she’d jumped so hard. As more and more lashes struck, she was positively gobbling at his dong and he was loving it!

A few weeks later he’d sent her the quirt.

He’s shattered all her boundaries. She tried to maintain them every step of the way, but he would push a little here and there until she found herself so far out beyond where she believed herself that she had to finally succumb. And he knew when this moment was. He told her that night “you’ll do what you’re told now.”

It was a bit at a time. She can’t fault him. He’d told her from the beginning how he would make her a “good little sub”. How he was patient and moulding, but that she would get there in the end. She would be that submissive that she denied vehemently. The quirt was almost the last straw. She fretted and debated. She worried and countless times made up her mind never.

One of the times she had decided that she wouldn’t do it, almost as though he’d read her mind, he called. In a gentle, friendly voice, he’d described how it would feel to her and how he would use it. How it would cut into her tender flesh and leave streaks of red that he could trace with his fingers as he fucked her, no pounded her from behind. That had made her panic. In the end, it was her dripping pussy that set her in the driver’s seat on her way to him with the quirt in her purse. And they say men think with their dicks.

Those first lashes from those braided leather straps had bit into her flesh, just like he had told her, and she had jumped with fright, but it was already too late as she strained against the bindings with each jolt. He whipped her ass as she begged for more and the thin strips stung her breasts as he drove his piece so forcefully into her pussy from behind that he could have whipped her with razors and she wouldn’t have noticed. Her sore little ass being spanked by his groin as he rammed that beautiful cock into her sodden pussy stayed in her thoughts for weeks afterwards. Left her reeling.

She would often find herself, just as now, daydreaming about the whippings, the fuckings, the tortures he subjected her to on an ongoing basis. It was a struggle to maintain connection to all these plain people with their flavorless lives. She would float off into that world that he’d taken her to where she had no idea of pleasure or pain or time. Only the next sensation. The next incredible, consuming orgasm. The next feeling of utter lostness he’ll give her.

She had no doubt that that package contained a mind numbing adventure. Another bigger drug to feed her addiction for him. She stretched her legs a little, just to check whether the muscles were still sore. It had been three days, but she was often sore for five or more. This time, there was a little tinge of memory stiffness, but nothing more. A mischievous grin forced its way past her stoic face and she quickly tried to hide it. She had never been so much out of control as he has made her. She forced her mind back to pay attention to the stupid pitiful fucking meeting and again it was just in time to say her part.

When the meeting finally ended, she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. doeda porno They were making plans for lunch and were including her and all she could say was “just let me know, I’ve got to go get this package taken care of.” Her hands shook as she unlocked her door and she dropped the keys trying to lock it back from the inside. She took some steadying breaths with her back against the door and could feel the wetness flowing past her pussy lips, dripping along her thighs and past her knees.

She knew she didn’t have much time and hurried over to tear the package open. Her hands wouldn’t work right and the cardboard ended up being shredded since it wouldn’t tear on the seams. “Fucking thing,” she thought as she tore at it desperately. Three months ago, had she seen this scene in a movie, she would have scoffed. She would never have believed that it was vaguely realistic. Yet here she was. Frustrated. Desperate. Needy. Dripping and aching.

Her pussy was sending ache throbs ripping through her body. They would start at her groin and thrum through her stomach, jolting her nipples and chest and trying to push a moan out through her throat. It was making her hands tremor out of control and she dropped the package out onto the floor.

An egg shaped object rolled under her desk. Panties and half bra fluttered in a heap. Two large marbles tied together, two silk ties and some sports wrap. She didn’t have much time to look at the objects before she heard someone outside the door. She grabbed at everything and stuffed it in her purse as the knob turned. She was leaping out from the desk with the tap and opened the door, hoping she didn’t look as breathless and flustered as she felt.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes, going to Roscoe’s. Are you about ready?”, then “are you okay?” She realized she must be as flushed as she felt. The burning was all over her chest and neck, and now she felt it stinging her cheeks.

“I’m okay, just trying to get everything done I need before we head out. Let me put things away and run to the bathroom real quick.”

“I’ll meet you at the car.” Her boss looked at her funny and glanced around the room before walking off. Too late, she realized the chunks she’d torn out of the box were strewn around the floor and on the desk. She grabbed at them and threw them into the trash can, liberating the “invoice” from the mess first. She stuffed it in her purse and took off for the ladies room.

She was beet red. The mirror told her why her boss had given that funny look. The redness spread in a lightening wave right down between her breasts. She knew before unfolding it that the instruction page wasn’t going to make that situation any better. She was going to be flushed the rest of the day.

“You have a two o’clock meeting. Insert the balls before going. There are tiny ones inside the outer shells and if you squirm, the inner ones will roll and give continuous sensation. Sudden movements will shake them and constant movement will keep them active. You will probably want gentle, easy motions or you will become over sensitized.”

She pulled them out and looked at them. They had a funny texture to them and as she shook one, she could feel the bounce and activity. A synergy. It made her shiver. A full body, down the spine and back shiver.

“You can take the balls out after the two o’clock, if you want. We will be meeting at four. You will leave early. We will have an early supper. You will put on the underwear and re-insert the balls if you took them out earlier. You will carry the nipple rings, ties, wrap and egg in your purse. I will be checking that you have done everything I asked.”

She dug through her purse. She didn’t remember seeing nipple rings. She was getting frantic when she decided to go back to look around her desk.

Her breathing was heavy and tense. She was practically gasping. She took some steadying breaths and smoothed her clothes to run back to her office and look for the rings.

One was just on the center of her desk. A black rubber ring, small and innocent appearing, but she knew better. That little creature made her nipple stand out so hard she had a wave of wetness run down her legs just thinking of it. Another shiver wracked her. She was so worked up over this she considered that she might cum just seeing him and her ankles wobbled.

She couldn’t find the other ring. She had to go meet her boss at the car. Her panties were soaked so thoroughly that she felt like she could wring them out and water her plants. She pulled them off, stuffed them in a drawer and pulled the others on, realizing too late that they were crotchless. “Oh well,” she thought and left the room.

The elevator showed her reflection in the chrome. She was flushed over her entire upper body, her breath was ragged and her chest was heaving. Another shiver wracked her as she knew she would have to search with a fine tooth comb – and quickly – when she Ensest porno got back. She briefly wondered about this two o’clock and how he knew.

Lunch was FOREVER. She never realized what dithering slathering blibbering fools she worked with. She needed to get back and find that nipple ring. She needed to get the balls in by two. She needed to relax and try to get some sanity before meeting him at four. Her mind kept shooting off to her next orgasm and how it would feel. The last one completely took her. She’d never felt anything like it. She was still trying to decide if those had been spears of agony or if the pleasure could really be that intense.

It was twenty to two when they got back from the longest lunch she’d ever had. She hadn’t been able to do more than push her food around the plate. Her boss said “remember, my office, two o’clock” at the elevators. She didn’t trust herself to speak, just nodded vigorously.

She couldn’t find the little ring of rubber. She was crawling under her desk, shoving things out of the way. The receptionist asked if she could help and she snapped “no” so fast, she had to quickly tell her “it’s okay, just an earring, I’ll find it.”

At five to two, she closed her door, pressed her fingers to her dripping pussy and slipped the balls inside one by one. Her digits were drenched with that little bit, all the way to the hand. Drips splattered the carpet and caught on the smooth skin of her calves. She rushed out to the meetings and paused only long enough to catch her breath and feel her racing pulse before knocking.

“Come in.” It was him. Her boss had said come in, but He was there. She went so weak, it took everything she had to turn, close the door and work her way toward the only empty chair in the room. Her movements were jerky and dissociated from her mind’s whirling, but she managed to collapse to the cushion. A gush of warmth greeted her change of posture.

“Are you okay?” He asked in that gentle voice that to her meant torment. It was the voice that told her “don’t cum. If you do it will be your last for several days.” And “you will need to beg me for what you want.” And “if you want the reward for being good, you will need to do what I consider good.” A sweet, modulated, reasonable timbre that she now associated with ache, need, desire, frustration, desperation and, eventually, when she’s good enough, utter unadulterated bliss.

The gushing became a flood that held no promise of letting up. The balls were keeping a rocking kind of motion that was making her thigh muscles shimmer and the only point of direction she had was his voice. This is what he had done to her from the beginning. He would calmly describe the process as he stimulated her. It was a simple conditioning at first, “don’t cum yet, hold it, I want you to cum when I do”. It increased in intensity until, after four months now, she could be reduced to a whimpering, pleading mass with the pressing of his words against her ears. She felt a drip on her ankle from off the edge of the chair.

“So what do you think?” It was her boss. She knew it would be something about software. That’s what He did. He sold security software. She nodded, trying to speak, but no words came out. She closed her mouth, afraid she might croak. “You know, you don’t look well. Are you okay?” She wished everyone would stop asking her that. Everyone but Him.

She nodded and managed to get out “I’m alright. Just tired, I guess. I think we could try it.” She’d been offering to pitch His software to the boss for some time.

“Well there you go.” Her boss waved an arm. “Got you in touch with the one you need.” She’ll show you the servers and go through specifics with you. They got up and shook hands, leaving her sitting until she had to move.

She led him to the server room first. As they stepped over the threshold, he closed the door behind them and grabbed her ass. The balls leaped and another flood poured forth with her gasp. He spoke to her softly.

“I love the thought of your stiff nipples. I want to roll my tongue over them and suck at them. I want to pinch them with my cock shoving up between your tits, fucking them. I can’t wait to grab at them, nibble, bite and suck them.

I think I’m going to tie you to the bed so you can’t move and slide my cock from the tip to the base and back over those nipples. One at a time. Slowly fucking across them while I squeeze your breasts in my hands and make them pop out even more.

I’m going to set my cock just out of your reach so you have to stretch your neck up and over to just lick at it. Once in a while I’ll run it over your pussy lips so you can lick the dripping juices from it. With your neck stretched out, I’ll whip your tits until they’re hot and swollen.

Then I’ll fuck you – hard. My hands soothing your aching breasts. My cock ramming in and out of you, making you cum and beg for more. That’s what you have to look forward to.” He took her around the waist and she half swooned. One hand held her while the other bunched her dress and pressed its way in the side of her panties, shoving a finger up inside her and making her cry out through clenched lips. “Just checking. You are a good girl for me, but I have to make certain or you might backslide.” She whimpered as he removed the hand.

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I heard the door shut heavily and the heavy thunk of Daddy dropping his briefcase by the front door. Jumping up anxiously, I hurried to the living room happy to see him.

“Hi, Daddy!” I chirped my greeting joyfully.

“Hey, babygirl,” he said with a weak smile on his face.

I skid to a stop and peered at him with concern, he looked exhausted. Was Daddy getting sick? He didn’t look happy to see me like he usually was.

“What’s wrong?” I asked worried.

“Had a hard day, sweetie.”

“Oh no! Is there anything I can do to help?”

He sighed heavily and loosened his tie up a bit before looking me over slowly. I hadn’t really bothered to get dressed today since it was my day off so I was still wearing my long jammie shirt and nothing else.

“Yes, babygirl, I think there is. Go into the bedroom, get undressed and lay on the bed,” he said gruffly.

I hesitated with my jaw dropped a bit at his harsh tone. He had never ordered me to the bedroom like this; usually it involved a whole day worth of sweet playful teasing. Daddy took a step towards me with a stern look that made my tummy flop a bit obviously displeased with my hesitation.

“Don’t make me tell you again, little one,” he said softly.

I knew that tone… it was the last warning before I got into some serious trouble. Daddy must be really grumpy, I thought sadly, it usually takes a lot for him to use that tone one me.

Definitely not willing to push him any further, I raced towards the bedroom already jerking my jammie shirt over my head before I hit the door. I hopped up on the bed so fast I almost bounced off it to the floor then hurried to lay down in the middle of it.

My tummy fluttered as the fantasies began playing through my head and I couldn’t figure out which one I wanted him to play out more. I squeezed my thighs together as my private area began to ache and drip. My nipples hardened a bit and I had to twist my hands into the bed so I wouldn’t touch them without Daddy permission.

I startled guiltily when the door creaked open and Daddy walked in looking straight at me with a look of abject hunger.

“Good girl,” he praised making me smile. “Tell Daddy what his rule is when we play.”

“Don’t hold back. Always say your name when I cum and cum hard,” I repeated the words that were pretty much a creed at this point.

Daddy never gave any leeway with that one. I was to cum hard and cum often for him when we played and I loved every minute of it.

“Good girl. And why do you say my name when you cum?” he asked me.

“Because you own me,” I said dutifully.

With a wide pleased smile, he walked over and began to pull the restraints out from under the bed sending a thrill through me. He strapped me down quickly and my breath caught a bit as he tightened the cuffs on my wrists and ankles until I was left spread eagle, opened wide for his pleasure. Daddy’s eyes darkened as he stared down at me before crawling up the bed to cover me with his body.

He took my mouth in a breath-taking, claiming kiss that set my blood boiling immediately. I arched towards him restlessly and whimpered slightly when the restraints wouldn’t let me go far. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth touch and tasting every spot it could find.

Daddy’s hands ran up my sides slowly sending a little tingling of pleasure through me causing my nipples to harden to little points and press against his chest. Cupping the sides of my breasts, Daddy brushed his fingers along the sensitive skin underneath them making goosebumps break out across my skin and a whimper drip from my lips into his mouth.

Unhurriedly, Daddy’s mouth released mine with a little kiss before moving further down my body. Tracing my jawline with his lips, he dropped sweet little kisses on my skin until he found his favorite spot on my neck. His teeth nibbled along the sensitive column sending shivers down my spine until he found bedava porno the spot right where my neck and shoulder met.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whimpered tilting my head back a bit silently begging him.

His breathy chuckle caressed my skin making it even more sensitive. Daddy knew what my reaction would be and he was so sweetly anticipating the response. In an instant, he bit down hard and my body bucked against him as the sweet pleasure and pain slammed into me hard. My loud cry echoed through the room as he stayed latched on, marking me as his own. A nasty cursed dropped from my lips as I tugged at the leather cuffs around my wrist; desperate to get my hands on him, to hold him close or push him away I wasn’t sure, but I needed my hands on my Daddy. When he finally let go of my neck he gave it a soft kiss before chuckling again.

“What, babygirl?” he asked me innocently.

“I need you, Daddy, please!” I begged trying to move my hips closer to him in case he didn’t understand what I meant.

“I’m here, little one,” he said softly his lips caressing a sweet path down my collar bone.

Sitting up between my legs, he stared down at my breasts that were still framed by his hands. He pinched one nipple then the other in between his fingers gently at first, just playing and feeling them as they tightened under his fingers. A small noise dropped from my lips and I relaxed a bit into the bed letting him take his time exploring my breasts; just enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body.

I had barely begun to drift in a pleasure filled euphoria before his exploring and teasing touches changed. A startled cry fell from my mouth as he pulled my nipples out and twisted them hard. My eyes flew open and looked at his face questioningly, making sure this was still my Daddy. He knew my affinity for pain, but still rarely explored that area much. However, the light in his eyes told me he was ready and this was only the beginning. He wanted me to feel it, needed me to feel the pain and know I enjoyed it.

“Did you like that, princess?” he asked me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered my voice breaking as he twisted them harshly again.

He gave me a grin that made my heart twist and flip a bit. A twinge of fear went through me as I realized that this was not my usual sweet gentle Daddy. But, it was quickly overshadowed by the knowledge that this was the Daddy I had seen underneath the gentleness, in those moments of torment that had me begging for more. Daddy had, had a very bad day, he needed a stress relief and I was the one who could do that for him and in return he was going to help me explore my desire for a bit of pain. Yes, I cheered silently giving him an encouraging smile. Which he returned with a heated gaze before returning his attention back to my body.

He pulled and plucked at my nipples until they were aching and throbbing. Then smashed my breasts together and lavished the sensitive tips with his tongue before nibbling on them sending the sweet painful pleasure straight to the core of my body. His teeth found the side of my breast and bit down hard, my body jerked against his uselessly, wanting to get away… needing more…

“Daddy!” I cried jerking my wrists once more fruitlessly.

“Mmmm, that’s right, babygirl. I’m your Daddy… and by the time I’m done with this sweet, sexy, delicious body of mine, your gonna have my marks on every part of it. How does that make you feel?” he asked moving to the other breast and repeating the heady bite on the other side.

I whimpered and felt my juices begin to drip down my leg. “Owned, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised me with a pleased smile on his face.

He raised his hand slightly and brought it down on my breasts. The slap wasn’t hard, but I felt the sting of it throughout my slightly sore breasts.

“Oh god!” I cried.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” he asked brazzers porno bending down to kiss away the sting.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered biting my lip feeling a bit ashamed of how much I liked it. “Did you?”

He gave a little chuckled and pressed himself against my stomach allowing me to feel the obvious erection he had.

“What do you think?” he asked.

With a moan I gave him a pouty face. “Please, Daddy… I need you!”

“What do you need, little one?” he asked absent mindedly as his attention moved further down.

I bit my lip knowing what he wanted to hear, but no matter how many times I have said it, it still seemed so naughty.

“I want you inside me,” I said softly trying to get my courage up to ask for exactly what I wanted.

He gave me a small smile as if he knew exactly what I was battling and was prepared fully to push me past my inhibitions. He slid his hands down my body and cupped my pussy gently, his fingers teasing the bared netherlips.

“Mmmm, your very hot, little one. I bet this sweet little pussy is just dripping,” he said in a husky tone.

“Yes! Please Daddy,” I whimpered desperately.

“Patience, babygirl. We have all evening,”

He had all evening. I thought grumpily. But, I felt like I was going to burn up if he didn’t hurry.

He gently caressed my pussy sending tingles through my body and making my hips jerk against his hand while a fresh wave of juices gush out of me.

“Please, Daddy,” I moaned helplessly.

One of his fingers dipped between my lips and found my throbbing clit easily. He rubbed it in circles gently sending bolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. Sliding his finger down he just barely pressed inside then moved back up to my clit and began to rub it even harder, building the pleasure repeatedly until each sound that dripped from my mouth was incoherent moans and whimpers.

“That’s right, babygirl… you’re getting close aren’t ya?” he asked me.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” I cried straining against my restraints trying desperately to get closer.

His finger began to move faster and faster on my clit sending me hurtling towards my orgasm uncontrollably.

“Yes… cum for me. Cum, now!” he demanded in a firm tone.

My body obeyed him immediately and the flood gates opened wide as my orgasm slammed through me. I screamed his name to the ceiling as my hips jerked against his fingers.

“That’s right, babygirl. Who’s my good fucktoy?” he asked me as he continued to flick my clit hard.

“I am, Daddy,” I whimpered helplessly.

“That’s right. You like being Daddy’s little fucktoy don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whined.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

He bent down and rubbed his nose against my pussy breathing me in deeply. “God, babygirl. You smell so good…”

“Please, Daddy. Mmmm, please,” I begged him.

“Tell me what you want little one,” he told me.

“Please, I want you to lick me.”

He opened his mouth and ran his tongue from one of my soaked pussy to the other than stopped. “Like that?”

“More! Please, God! More!”

“Tell me, princess.” He growled against my cunt.

“Oh fuck!” I cried unable to stand it anymore. “Fucking eat me, Daddy! Fucking eat my dripping wet pussy!”

“Good girl,” he whispered then wrapped his arms around my hips and buried his face in my pussy.

His tongue found my dripping wet hole and licked it, tasted it, then shoved it deep inside me fucking me with it before moving his way back up to my clit. His tongue flicked it quickly driving my already buzzing pussy wild.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Daddy!” I cried rocking my hips against his mouth.

He sucked it into his mouth biting it gentle then sucking it hard and I could feel my climax beginning to build once more.

“Oh fuck! Daddy! I’m gonna cum again!” cuckold porno I screamed as I pushed up against him.

He backed off just a bit to look up at me. He wrapped an arm around my legs and began to flick my clit just as hard and fast as before.

“Fuck, yeah! Don’t hold back, fucktoy! Cum hard. I want the neighbors to know who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh god!” I cried as his words turned me on even more.

“God can’t help you now. You’re mine and you know it. Now don’t fuck around and cum for me! NOW!”

He shoved his tongue deep inside me once more and fucked me with it. His other fingers pinched my clit hard and rubbed hard. I couldn’t have stopped myself even if he had pulled away and stopped completely. My climax hit me hard and I screamed his name once more. Exploding into his mouth, my juices coating his tongue and ran down his chin.

He continued to pinch my clit not letting me come down at all, I knew what he was doing and I was helpless to stop him as he kept my orgasm pulsing through me. His tongue still lapping at my hole as I felt as if I was gushing.

“Please, Daddy!” I screamed feeling as if I was falling about pure desperation ceased me. I needed him… in me… Now…

He heard the desperation inn my voice and pulled back slightly to look up at me over my pussy.

“What, princess? What do you need?” he asked me his voice thick with his own pent up desire.

“I need you to fuck me, now! Please! I need your cock in me now!” I begged him breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he growled as he pulled away.

He was at his breaking point… I knew it and so did he. So, when he unstrapped my legs and my arms, I immediately wrapped my arms and legs around him ready to take him anyway he needed me to.

“Oh no, my sweet little toy. I want you on your stomach with that sweet ass in the air,” he said flipping me over and pushing my shoulders into the bed.

Beyond caring and needing him desperately, I shoved my ass up for him eagerly. He slapped one of my cheeks hard then rubbed it while enjoying the site of the red mark his hand left. I pushed back against him wanting more… needing more. He gripped my hips and in one swift move he slammed himself deep inside me. In unison we both groan in pleasure and relief as if we had both been waiting all day for this.

“Fuck, babygirl you feel so good,” he groaned to me.

“Please, Daddy, fuck me hard,” I whimpered pushing my backside back against him.

“And if I wanna fuck you slow and easy?”

I moaned sadly but knew better than to argue. “My pussy is yours, Daddy.”

He chuckled and gave my backside another little smack. “You’re such a good fucktoy, princess.”

Despite his words, he didn’t even hesitate when he began to move. He slammed into me over and over again, making sure to hit the sweet spot every time he pushed in. My pussy clamped down on him, squeezing his hard cock, milking it, needing all that he can give me.

“Yeah… fuck yeah… god, babygirl, I’m gonna cum. You need to cum again, cum on my cock,” he demanded and reached underneath me to find my clit with his fingers as he thrust wildly into me.

The feeling of his cock pounding into me combined with him flicking my clit and his demand for me to cum was too much. The pressure built and the pleasure burst from every nerve ending and I was lost once more. I cried his name into the pillow and came hard around his cock. My own name flew from his lips as he lost his control and jerked in me repeatedly. His seed spilled deep inside me and the pleasure caused my pussy to spasm a few times making me whimper and sag against him.

Spent… I was sated beyond belief and wouldn’t have cared if a marching band had tromped through the room. I was in my Daddy’s arms completely and utterly depleted of all energy, happily and well fucked.

“Mmmm, thank you, babygirl. You helped me relax perfectly,” he whispered laying down next to me and holding me close.

I giggle and snuggled up to him. “You’re very welcome, Daddy.”

He gave a bit of a snore in response and I laughed softly then closed my eyes. I really hope Daddy doesn’t have a bad day like that again… well… maybe I did.

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I was left in my chastity device for close to a month, I was beyond going crazy. She wanted to control my orgasms fully but it was not just my orgasms. She wanted me to know she was in control all the time and not to forget it.

From the start of the day, she would wake me up every morning by running a finger up my leg to my caged cock and balls and circle the exposed skin. As son I was awake she would kiss my body all the way up to my lips, look me in the eye and tell me it is time to wake up. I would get up from the bed and she would be waiting for me in the bathroom. I would undress her and then be expected to wash her slowly and gently. This would be so difficult, my blood would be at boiling point and my urge to fuck her brains out would be exacerbated. She would then go down and make us both breakfast whilst I showered.

We would go our own way to work and throughout the day she would send me pictures and sometimes a vid from her phone of her in the wash room at work touching herself. Pretty much anything she could do to keep my thoughts on her and my tortured organs! When I got home from work, she would be there waiting for me already, usually wearing something incredibly sexy or nothing at all. She would lead me to the bedroom and strip me, push me on to the bed and passionately kiss me and my body. This is one of the times of the day my cock was allowed out, I would be incredibly teased before she put it away. This was always followed by me being required to bring her off using my mouth or a toy. Whenever I used the toy to bring her off, she would make sure her mouth was right by her ear so I would hear her well. That always made me incredibly hot.

Whilst dinner was being made or we were eating, we would just talk as normal and catch up on our days. Before bed would be another time my Penis would get attention or should I say get tortured! We were incredibly in love and so she would always tease me in sensual ways that played asyalı porno with my emotions and increased them. I would be edged for at least an hour every night, longer on occasions.

One particular night was a lot for a man to take. It was a Saturday and we had the usual morning where I would shower her. I then went to the shower, but this time she decided to shower me too. She would deliberately touch areas already washed etc just to tease me and you could see the twinkle in the evil smiles. When I came out and went to the bedroom to get changed I saw she was getting changed too. She put on a black PVC catsuit. I still have no idea when and where she got it from. She asked what I was doing getting changed and told me not to as today I wouldn’t need clothes. She told me to sit on the end of the bed and walked towards me. She asked if I liked what she was wearing, knowing I loved it. When I replied yes, she asked me to show her. I instantly stood up and put my arms around her and proceeded to touch her everywhere. As much as I enjoyed touching her, she knew deep down that I was getting very excited.

I ended up on my knees so I enjoy her legs and she turned facing me and her crotch was right in front of me and it had a zip which I couldn’t refrain from staring at. She saw this smiled and pulled the zip down. She said If I closed my eyes I could have a taste so I did. I heard her move away and come back. She said to open my mouth and stick my tongue out, I stuck out my tongue dying to taste her. To my amazement she placed something on my tongue which seemed like a pill and I opened my eyes and she poured water in my mouth whilst telling me to take it. It was Viagra! I was dumbstruck and she just smiled and said that I would be needing a hard cock today. I knew this was going to be a Hard day.

She took out the key to my device and started to open it. She took out my cock and pushed anne porno me on to a chair facing the bed. She went to the bed, laid down and took out some toys. I was not used to seeing her play with herself, as that was normally my job. Watching her was too much especially being able to hear her, so I moved my hands instinctively towards my cock. STOP! What are you doing? I heard, so I stopped. She came towards me and held my cock and told me to stand up, she then pulled me to the bed by my cock and laid me down. She hovered over my face and carried on playing with herself with her toy! Not trusting my hands, she asked me to grab her breasts which I did. After she came, she turned around to see the huge pool of semen dripping from my now ultra hard cock all over myself.

She had cum and was intent on keeping me teased. She went down towards my cock and started touching me all around. Knowing I wanted her to grab it and make me cum, she took my cock from the base and held it, peeled down my foreskin and started to edge me using her tongue. She swirled her tongue around teasing the tip and licking out the ooze, my head went back and quenched my eyes at this point dying to be grabbed and juiced! She knew I had not cum in a long time and that I would be close without her trying too much and so she stopped every so often would move towards my balls before carrying on. I wanted so much to have the head squeezed but it did not happen.

She then just got up randomly and said ‘come on, we are going down’. I was in total disbelief, again, and took a few moments to allow the thought to digest. This would be the norm, I knew I wasn’t going to cum, I knew she was only going to work me up, but even then, there always the little hope that is created by the building orgasm which takes you away from logical thought. The process of acceptance takes a few minutes of calming down. I then followed her downstairs altyazılı porno where we cooked and had breakfast.

After breakfast she was on the phone whilst I was watching TV. I was pretty tired still and so fell asleep watching. That was pretty silly considering, but was not helpable. I do not know how long I was asleep for but was woken up by a long kiss. She was on top of me on the sofa, with one knee on either side of me. She continued to kiss me whilst putting my hands on her ass. Feeling her ass in the PVC was hot and my built up urges caused me to squeeze her cheeks hard. Kissing my neck, she pulled down the zip in the middle exposing her breasts and she moved them near my mouth. I opened my mouth to enjoy them and she moved them away, driving me insane, a few times before allowing me to kiss them and suck hard on her nipples. My cock was already hard and oozing, she unzipped her crotch and allowed my cock to occasionally feel her pussy, which was incredibly wet. She hovered over the tip and allowed it to touch a few times.

Then she came close to me and said she was dying to feel me inside as she hadn’t in so long. I whimpered, almost melted when I heard that and was now convinced I would be cumming finally. She lowered herself on me and after a month of not feeling her pussy around me and not being allowed to cum, I felt as though I would cum right away. She knew this also and remained very still. She placed a vibe bullet in my hands and leaned back on me placing her hands on my knees and asked me to use the vibe on her. This was extremely difficult as I was unable to stop concentrating my mind on the fact that I was inside her and that I may cum. Every so often she would move a little on me just enough to drive me wild. She finally came whilst giving me the best possible view of her sexy body.

Throughout the remainder of the day, she frequently looked for opportunities to tease and edge me and the Viagra had ensured an unerect cock wouldn’t save me. After dinner, we sat in front of the TV and watched random shows. Even whilst watching TV she would snuggle up to me and stop my mind from forgetting I was in her control.

The evening was simply too much to handle. I will explain more depending on the way the story so far is received.

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