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Sir came up behind me and wrapped an arm possessively around my waist. The heat of his chest radiated through his shirt and I felt an immediate lightning bolt of lust through my body. “Go wait for me, girl,” he murmured in my ear, his voice a low growl that made my knees weak. “I have plans for you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper back shyly, leaning into the pseudo embrace for a moment before quietly turning to walk to the stairs and up to our bedroom.

Reaching our bedroom I shut the door behind me. I hastily pulled my shirt over my head and slipped out of my pants. I folded the shirt and pants and placed them on the dresser. Then, standing chilled in my bra and underwear, I gave myself a quick inspection in the mirror.

I took my honey apple body butter from the vanity and rubbed it down my legs, my arms, my stomach. Running my hands over my body slowly, I enjoyed the smooth sensation of my skin and the warm fragrance the lotion left behind, relishing the anticipation of Sir doing the same very soon. I pulled the ponytail holder from my hair, newly straightened this morning. The dark brown strands fell down around my shoulders, ready to be stroked or pulled, as sir desires.

I reached behind me to unhook my bra and let the straps slide down my shoulders, enjoying the freedom as my istanbul escort full breasts swing free. After putting the bra away in the drawer, I bent to remove my underwear, which I placed on top of my folded clothes.

Standing naked in the center of the room, I took a breath to clear my mind. I pushed aside the thoughts of household chores, of the routine of removing my clothes, of everything but the feeling of my body. I closed my eyes. Breathing in, I ran my hands from my thighs, up over my hips, across my stomach. I breathed out as I shifted to cup my breasts in my hands, flexing my fingers gently around them in the softest of squeezes.

My nipples tightened and tingled at my touch, and my mind wandered ahead to what plans Sir might have in store for me. I imagined his hands tracing the path mine had just taken, more rough and demanding than my gentle stroke had been. I imagined the feel of his naked body against my back, his hands reaching around to roll and pull at my nipples. I imagined the feel of his dick, hard, nestled against my ass as I lean into his exploration and assault. I opened my eyes and let my hands fall back to my sides. My nipples, shocked by the sudden rush of cool air, felt hard, aching to be touched again.

I pulled a blanket from cihangir escort the bed and folded it on the floor. Then I lowered myself down to my knees upon it. I sat back on my heels, lowered my head until my chin almost rested on my chest, and folded my hands on my thighs. And I waited.

With each breath, I watched by tits rise and fall, appreciating the soft curve of each breast, the gentle shudder of my skin with each beat of my heart. My pussy throbbed with each heartbeat as well. I could feel the slickness between my thighs practically dripping onto the blanket below me. My breath was warm in the valley between my breasts.

I don’t know how much time passed in this sweet torture before the door to the bedroom opened. I heard Sir walk in and shut the door behind him. The quiet click of the lock sent another bolt of lust through my body, radiating out from my tits and my slick pussy.

He stood in front of me. I could only see his feet, just before my knees, so close but not quite touching me. I fought the impulse to glance up at the looming presence of his body over me, knowing that I was commanded to look down for as long as Sir pleased. He turned and walked around me, pacing a slow circle around my still body, watching me from every angle. Though sarıyer escort the room was cold, my skin felt on fire, burning and quivering for his touch.

After his slow circle, he walked past me, and I heard him go into the closet behind me. My breath escaped me in shallow bursts as I strained to hear what he was doing. I heard rustling and shuffling as though he was looking for something. My mind raced. A belt? A toy? Punishment? Pleasure? My heart beat an unsteady tattoo that echoed across my tits and between my legs.

I heard soft footsteps behind me, but he didn’t come around to face me. I closed my eyes in nervous anticipation. He was still for a moment, and then I felt a sudden chill as my hair was lifted from my shoulders. I startled when immediately after I felt warm, unyielding leather being wrapped around my neck. As it settled I felt the cool metal of a hoop nestle into the hollow of my throat, and I listened to the metallic click of Sir buckling the collar behind me, just the slightest bit tighter than was comfortable. My hair fell back around my shoulders and I felt him stand again behind me.

He was still again a moment longer, then he slowly paced around to stand before me again. I waited, looking down, relishing the gentle pressure on my neck, the feeling of being possessed, of being owned. Sir reached down and put a finger under my chin, gently but forcefully turning my face up to look at him. His eyes burned into me with mingled lust, love, and awe. My body burned.

“Good girl,” he whispered gruffly. “You’re mine. It’s time to play.”

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One evening Stefan was walking Rae down the main street when they encountered Kenneth and Laura, Kurt and Maya on the sidewalk outside an office building.

The four had just come from exercises at the gym. Laura she bent painfully to the ground once more, knelt before each of the men and rose.

She had an athletic figure, everyone could see that; but this evening she was slow and awkward.

Kenneth brushed some dirt from her hips. As she stood on the sidewalk next to her daughter, Rae had a chance to compare them.

The triangle of hair between Laura’s legs was darker; more matted too, but that could be from tonight’s workout. Her breasts were larger and covered with dark stripes from a bullwhip. Her muscled thighs also; Kenneth had been thorough.

Maya’s triangle was more delicate, fluffier and of a warmer color. She bore a network of fine red lines from her shoulders to her knees. A “cat” or whip of knotted cords, no doubt. It looked good on her.

Kenneth was comparing them too; he asked Rae’s owner for his opinion. Stefan thought the bullwhip effective for punishment, and it produced a more dramatic effect; but it should be used with caution on young bodies.

Kenneth agreed; but he wanted Kurt to learn it.

Let him use it on Laura, Stefan said. The woman cringed and shrank. Stand up straight said Kenneth and she obeyed.

Kenneth thought that was a good idea; and he could practice the cat on his daughter.

They discussed the regional lady-markets. The recent glut of new girls had eased as they were bought up and absorbed, and prices were recovering; but it was too early to offer these three publicly. Best to get them ready and wait a while, or arrange a private sale.

Kurt spoke; he learned an exercise today from friends at school, he would like to try it.

His father istanbul escort nodded. The boy took the end of Laura’s leash and released her bracelets. He told her to pick up all the litter in front of the building here. On her knees.

She bent to her task and began removing cigarette butts, bottle caps and candy wrappers, taking them to the curb and dropping them in the street for removal.

He slipped a hand between her thighs and began to rub the cleft at the top. She stiffened momentarily and returned to her task but more slowly.

He continued to work her and soon she was sighing and breathing hard. A minute later she began to moan, quietly at first then louder. She had almost stopped moving now.

With a grin Kurt set himself to plowing the furrow deeper, faster. She burst into tears, came with a shudder and lay on the ground at his feet.

My turn, said his father.

He told Laura to stand and fastened her hands behind her, then backed her against the granite wall of the building. He beckoned to Maya.

The girl knew her role. She knelt before Laura and began to caress the wet triangle with her tongue as a crowd stopped to watch.

Laura’s eyes were closed; tears still flowed from them but she looked up as Maya entered her.

Already excited by Kurt she quickly reached a climax; then another and another until Kurt pulled on Maya’s leash.

The girl retreated and waited kneeling for further orders. It was obvious that she was excited too.

But this was not her day; she stood at her brother’s command.

Stefan watched them with an amused expression. Kenneth asked him if he would like to try. He paused, thought for a moment, and stepped up to Laura who still leaned with her back to the building wall.

He blocked Rae’s vision and she could not see cihangir escort what he did. But a moment later Laura fell to the ground.

She began kissing the pavement at his feet and tried to sweep it with her hair.

Kenneth pulled sharply on her leash and told her to stand up.

She rose. Her eyes were wide and her breath came in ragged gasps.

Stefan approached her and she looked up. He said something; her expression changed to a baby’s vacant smile and she rested her head on his shoulder.

What did you do to her, asked Kenneth. Stefan put a finger to his lips and suggested the men go aside to confer privately. They tied the three leashes to a post and went a distance away.

Laura began to recover and soon she was able to speak, though not about Stefan and the others did not ask her.

She praised her husband and owner. She needed public humiliations like this.

For years she yearned for him to make her his. Lately she had given up hope; she did not think he had it in him.

It was Maya who did it. When she asked Kurt to whip her and chose the life, he allowed the girl to sign herself over; and almost as an afterthought included Laura in the invitation.

He surprised her with the offer and she jumped at the chance, grateful to him and surrendering with ardent humility.

Once he accepted her, he devoted himself to her training as Kurt did to Maya’s.

He was meticulous; it was right to make her get up on her own when she tipped over. Covered with dirt, too; did they see his kindness in brushing it off? He understood her needs. She would not go back for anything.

She doubted her son learned that exercise from someone; he was very inventive and had already practiced a few on her and Maya.

Her husband spoke of having her “scourged” next sarıyer escort week; did Rae know what that meant?

Rae knew but decided not to answer. It involved a small rake with sharpened teeth. Laura would find out soon enough.

She was afraid of her son using the bullwhip on her. He would not hold back. At the same time she looked forward to it; the boy had a talent for this. Maya nodded her head in agreement.

Laura knew what to expect. He was stronger than his father and already left marks that took weeks to heal. She would be a physical and emotional wreck when he was done, but it would be a good experience for her and he would learn an important skill.

She went on. Kenneth did not let anyone else beat her except their son, but he allowed men at the gym to use her when he was through. They possessed her while he and the boy showered and dressed, half a dozen tonight.

She expected more tomorrow; Kurt was inviting students from his school. It was right for him to share her, she thought.

And Kenneth was teaching her how to relax and open the narrow passage for them. When she had learned, he would show their daughter.

She saluted Rae as an example. It inspired her, Laura could not thank her enough.

Rae’s heart swelled; she was pleased to hear she had been of use. Maya added her youthful praises to those of her mother.

The two speculated on their futures. Kenneth might sell Laura to the gym as a whore for members while she lasted; after that she didn’t know, probably a one-way trip to the renderer.

Kurt was soliciting bids for Maya from brothels and collectors. He and his father would weigh the alternatives and decide on her fate.

Maya understood some offers were quite generous, but they might wait and let her ripen.

They had not confided their plans to her. She did not expect to know until someone came to collect her for delivery.

The men returned. Stefan took up Rae’s leash, Kenneth and Kurt the other two, and they went their separate ways.

On their way home Rae wondered if Stefan could be persuaded to do to her what he did to Laura.

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-she asks her husband to collar her,
and he responds

To: Wife
From: Husband

Vivienne has agreed to be the officiant at the collaring ceremony. She will be emailing you directly, and you and she can work out some of the details. I’ve already given her my take on the matter, but this day is really about you. Well, us.

***

From: Wife
To: Husband

Excuse me, Sir, but exactly who might ‘Vivienne’ be?

***

To Wife
From: Husband

You met her twice already. Vivienne owns the adult toy store over at the strip mall. She’s the one you described as a ‘patronizing hellcat.’ Actually, I’ve had several conversations with her, and she’s not like you thought. Really friendly and helpful, in fact. And she’s had a lot of experience with stuff like this, so she can give us good advice.

***

To: Husband
From: Wife

Oh.

OK.

I’ve no doubt about her ‘experience.’ Well, if you’re sure, I’ll attempt to be open-minded. After all, you’re the Master.

***

To; Wife
From: Husband

Good. Be open-minded. And yes, I am the Master! 😉

***

To: Wife
From: Vivienne
CC: Husband

Hello, my dear. Your husband asked me to work with you regarding the collaring ceremony you’re planning. I’ve helped with a half a dozen of these and would be pleased to offer my assistance. Why not call me (my phone number is on the business card that was stapled to the receipt you got when you bought the ball gag a little while back) and we’ll see if we can’t make this a memorable event.

***

To: Husband
From: Wife

Vivienne and I talked for quite a while. I agree with your assessment of her. She is supportive and has excellent suggestions. We can conduct the ceremony here at our home by the flower garden. I’m thinking there would be somewhere between twenty and thirty guests.

It just occurred to me that Vivienne probably isn’t performing this service pro bono. Are you sure all of this is beneficial cost-wise?

***

To: Wife
From: Husband

The garden ‘wedding’ sounds logical. As for the costs, a classy woman like you who lives in a dream house like the one we built and drives a Porsche to school doesn’t need to be concerned about that. You sure ought to know that the high-end custom homebuilding business I operate provides plenty, even if I choose to drive mecidiyeköy escort a pickup.

***

To: Vivienne
From: Husband

I started looking at slave collars online, and the choices out there are, wow! Very confusing! Any suggestions?

***

To: Husband
From: Vivienne

It’s obvious to me that you two intend to do this properly. Do a Google search on ‘eternity gold collar.’ Once you see this one, your search will be over. Mind you, it’s not cheap, but given that it’s the last collar you’ll ever need to buy, it’s worth the investment. Not only that, but an elegant woman such as your wife deserves an elegant collar for her enslavement.

***

To: Vivienne
From: Husband

Vivienne, I just looked at this collar. OMG!! Thanks!!!! Will she ever be floored! I’m not going to let her see it until the ceremony.

***

To: Husband
From: Wife

Well, the invitations went out this morning. Master, you and I have crossed the Rubicon now. In two weeks, I become your consensual slave for the rest of my life. As Bette Davis once said, ‘Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.’

***

To: Wife
From: Wife’s Mother

Baby, I got this invitation from you two in the mail today. I’ve never heard of a ‘collaring ceremony’ before, and when I researched it online, I nearly passed out! Child, are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?! YOU’RE GOING TO BE YOUR HUSBAND’S SLAVE AND WEAR A COLLAR AROUND YOUR NECK?! Whatever has possessed you, Isadora???? Tell me this is some kind of joke!!!!

***

To: Wife’s Mother
From: Wife

No, mother, it’s no joke. Truth be told, Richard and I have been in a dominant/submissive relationship for years. The only difference is that now we’re announcing it formally and publicly. I’m tired of pretending we are both something other than what we are. I want this, and I need this, and Richard supports me, as he always does.

Mom, do we seem unhappy to you and dad? Don’t you notice the serenity of our relationship? We never fight. Never! I defer to him in everything because I totally trust him to do what is best for us both, and he always does. Yes, he asks for my opinion, but he makes the decisions, and I accept them. It’s so much easier that way.

Can you not see how much we adore each other? I won’t even begin to do the ‘too-much-information’ merter escort thing and tell you about our sex life, other than to say that Richard can transport me to the moon and does so just about every day and night. Our household is one of peace and bliss, and I am proud to say I worship that man. And, yes, I accept his painful but loving discipline when he feels the need to administer it. You may think I’m insane, but I find it comforting.

Mother, please, you and dad come down and be a part of this. I’ll understand if you cannot find it in yourselves to be enthusiastic supporters, but you ought to at least be able to be unbiased observers. It’s going to happen anyway, so you may as well attend.

Richard and I both send our love.

***

***

To: Master Richard
From: Slave Isadora

Good morning, Master. Wasn’t the ceremony wonderful? The weather was perfect, the flower garden was blooming, the guests were charming, and my heart was singing! You looked so put together in the gray suit, and what a perfect crease in those trousers. I thought the solid black necktie and the gold cufflinks added the perfect touches of sophistication.

Oh, Master, my collar is so exquisite, so wonderfully simple and elegant! One has to really inspect it well to discover that it can be removed, not that I ever want to do so. You were correct in not allowing me to see it before the ceremony, because you’d have had to whip me to shreds to keep me from putting it on then and there. When Vivienne brought out the velvet kneeling cushion with the collar on it, all shimmering and glittering in the sunshine, well, it took my breath away. I didn’t know anybody could love me that much to give me something so utterly beautiful. I got misty eyed then, but when I was kneeling before you, and you began to speak your vows, I was bawling like a branded calf. It took every bit of concentration for me to reply to you, and I nearly swooned when you fastened it around my neck.

Vivienne was so good! She always seemed to know exactly what to do and what to say. She had a handkerchief ready and waiting for you to administer, and of course, I certainly couldn’t wipe my own eyes with my hands tied behind my back.

And then you lifted me to my feet and kissed me with such passion. And then, oh my God, you had me stand with my feet apart and ran your şişli escort finger between my legs and felt my drenching wetness. And then brought your finger to your lips and savored the taste of me! Your eyes locked into mine, and I came right then and there. And then the ceremony ended with the playing of the adagio from Rodrigo’s ‘Concierto de Aranjuez,’ my all time favorite discipline music.

I’m glad my parents decided to attend. I’m sorry that yours are no longer with us and couldn’t be there in body to witness it, but I have no doubt that they were part of the band of angels who were participating in spirit.

Master, I have to tell you this: I love you so much it frightens me at times. Whatever will I do when something happens to you? My world will shatter. Judging from the way you look at me, I expect you feel the same.

***

From: Master Richard
To: Slave Isadora

Yep. Sure was a magic weekend, my precious ladyslave. The golden collar was the perfect complement to your golden hair. You were gorgeous in that long cape thing you were wearing. And then you surprised me and everyone else when Vivienne removed it in a flash when the collar was presented and you knelt on that cushion naked. Did you hear the crowd sucking in a breath of air? Woman, you are so brave! It was all I could do to keep from taking you right then and there! It felt like the rest of the universe just kind of faded away, and all there was, was you and me. Or is it ‘you and I?’ You’re the Professor of English Lit.

Baby, don’t worry about the future. Just take life day by day and be grateful for what we have. And when the time that you dread comes, don’t worry about that either. I gave my covenant to provide for ALL your needs, and I mean to fulfill it. I have a plan. We will always be together!

Hold on, phone call. . .

Well! Who’d ‘a’ thunk it? That was your dad calling. Asked me where I got your collar. Seems your mom was a little too up front with her take on our relationship for your dad’s liking. Told her to hush up. When she didn’t, took her over his knee and whacked her ass good, long and proper. Seems she had an attitude adjustment and then some.

They want us to come up late next month for their collaring ceremony. ‘Course, I said ‘Yes.’ Can’t wait to see that!

***

The author thanks his readers, especially those of you who’ve been with this series from the beginning. It was fun to imagine and fun to write. It is my intention to add one final chapter to this story, an epilogue entitled, “We are still together.” It should be sent up for posting in a week or so. The format of that chapter will be quite different, so be forewarned. -ham_sandwich

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This story is part twenty-one of how the financial pressures of joblessness in the era of COVID led one woman to become a 24/7 live-in companion and submissive BDSM playmate and how this relationship expanded to include her stepdaughters.

Please enjoy this story. Comments and suggestions are appreciated. If you want to learn how Alice and Howard got to this point, please read the series from the beginning. I am writing a love story that contains incest, lesbian, male domination, female domination, female submission, exhibitionist, erotic and BDSM themes. If you don’t like these themes, please skip this story.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Main Characters;

Alice is a 45-year-old widow who has become a kinky companion to Howard, a 64-year-old widower. They enjoy BDSM play and are both switches. Alice usually is submissive, and Howard usually is dominant. Howard found Alice through an ad he placed looking for a submissive BDSM playmate. However, Alice has become more to Howard than what he had sought.

Michelle (23 years old) and Jessica (21 years old) are Alice’s stepdaughters. Both have been having kinky adventures with their stepmom, Alice.

Adam (21 years old) works part-time for Howard setting up and participating in his kinky games.

The narrative for this chapter will switch to different participants as the story progresses. The narrator’s name will appear at the beginning of each section. It will be first Michelle, Then Alice, then Howard, then Jessica, ending up with Adam.

=========

Michelle’s Narrative

Becoming Ponygirls

= = =

Howard had just asked if we wanted to be ponygirls for the afternoon.

I replied, “I sure would. Every girl has wanted to be a pony at some point.”

Jessica added, “Me too!”

Howard looked at Adam and said, “Let’s make it happen then.”

Adam put a collar with a leash on me.

Howard put a leash on Jessica and said, “Follow me.”

We went out the door and walked around to the back of the garage. Howard pushed some keys and a large RV garage door opened. Inside there was a room that was split in two by a wall. On one side was standard garden equipment. On the other side, there was a very tall double door that he unlocked. There were four carts stacked up against one wall. The carts each had mountain bike wheels and a place to sit. Two of the carts had a single pole sticking out the front, and the other two had two poles sticking out the front. The frames looked like lightweight aluminum.

On the other side of the room were four horse stalls. Inside each stall was a regular full-sized bed, a chair, a sink, a shower, and a toilet. At each entrance was a wooden post that went to the ceiling. There were numerous rings on the post and the walls of the stalls. I saw Howard lead Jessica into the third stall from the door. I was put into the first stall. I noticed that there were many full-length mirrors around the room. I could see my backside in the bounced reflection from a couple of them.

Mom came to help Adam and gathered my long blond hair to form a ponytail at the top of the back of my head. She secured it with a scrunchie.

Mom said, “Your long hair will make a very nice mane.”

I replied, “I can’t wait to see how I look when everything is on me.”

Adam then removed my collar and replaced it with a wider dark red collar. The collar had a large ring at the front and many straps with buckles spaced around the collar. Mom sat on a chair where she could watch Jessica’s and my transformations.

Adam asked me. “Is that collar too loose? It needs to be tight, but not so tight you can’t breathe.”

I replied, “I think you need to go one more notch.”

Adam tightened the collar and checked to make sure I wasn’t choking. He attached a rope on one side of the dark red collar and stretched it to one wall. He then attached a rope to the other side of the collar and tied it to the other wall. I saw that Jessica’s collar was dark blue.

He said, “Now, I need to prepare you for the body harness.”

He rubbed his hands across my breast and then unbuttoned my shirt, starting at the top button and working his way down. When he had undone the last button, he pushed his hand under each open side and moved them across my bra to my shoulders. He then pulled the arms of my shirt off my shoulders and down each arm. He then took the shirt and placed it on a hook on the wall.

“Michelle, you look so fine without a shirt; you should go around in just your bra more often.”

My mom overheard his statement and said, “Adam, if you asked Michelle to go around naked, she would do it for you. So, think carefully about what you ask for.” She then walked over, kissed Adam on the cheek, and went back to watching the preparations.

Adam removed my shoes and short socks. Next, he reached for the zipper on my jeans and pulled it down. He escort kağıthane pulled my jeans down and told me to step out of them. He placed the jeans on another hook.

I said, “Mom is right. I would do anything for you because I like you. Plus, I am a total sub and would enjoy it.”

Adam leaned in and gave me a deep, slow, sloppy kiss. He then unhooked my bra and pulled the straps down my arms.

Adam put his hands on my breasts and started massaging the nipples. He said, “It will be fun to watch these bounce during the race.”

I started moaning from the pleasure his manipulation was giving me.

He then squatted down, grabbed the sides of my panties, and pulled them down my legs. He leaned forward, placed his lips on my clit, and sucked on it while moving his tongue over it. Once he stopped, he put my bra and panties on a separate hook. I noticed that Jessica was getting the same treatment from Howard.

He put cuffs on my wrists and attached them to the ring on the collar.

Next, he picked up a leather head harness with a large bright red plume at the top. I noticed Jessica’s head harness had a blue plume on it.

I said, “That looks so pretty. I’m so excited; I am about to become a ponygirl. I’ve never been one before.”

Adam laughed, rubbed his hands across my breast, and replied, “Michelle, you are a beautiful woman, so I have to make sure you are a pretty pony.”

I said, “Adam, you can be so sweet; It’s no wonder I’m falling in love with you so quickly.”

He then looked at Howard and Howard, “Adam, Time to get the blocks.” They both grabbed two 4x4x4 inch blocks and placed them to either side of a one-inch hole I had not noticed was at my feet.

Adam said, “Step up on these blocks, standing on your tiptoes,”

Once I stepped up, He then grabbed a tape measure. He measured from the top of the hole between the blocks and the entrance to my vagina. I noticed Howard doing the same with Jessica.

Howard said to Adam, “Adam, add five to the number you get and pick a pole with that number on it.”

I watched him walk over to a corner where there was a rack holding poles I had not noticed earlier. Each pole had a number on its side. Next to the poles was a shelf with identical dildos on it. Adam grabbed a pole that matched the number he had calculated, pulled a dildo off the shelf, and screwed it to the tip of the pole. He put the tip of the dildo into my pussy. He then placed the other end into the hole. I could feel that the dildo was about 3 inches deep into my vagina.

Adam said, “This is to hold you in place while I add your ponygirl equipment.”

He pushed some buttons on his phone and the dildo started to vibrate.

“I will keep it on a low setting until the race,” Adam explained.

I replied, “Oh, you can set it as high as you like. I love the sensation.”

He then picked up the hardness with the red plume and started getting it in position on my head.

The harness had one strap that crossed my forehead and then to the back of my head, like a sweat ban. The strap on the back of my head had a large ring. He proceeded to pull my ponytail through the ring. On my forehead, the strap was shaped somewhat like a diamond. Another strap went over the top of my head from the sides and had leather horses’ ears on them. Another strap went from the front to the ring in the back. Where they crossed was where the bright red plume stuck straight up.

At the bottom of the ring where my ponytail stuck out was another strap which he then connected to the back of the collar. On the sides of my face were two more straps, each with a ring that was a continuation of the strap over the top of my head. He adjusted the straps across my cheeks so that the rings were aligned with my mouth. He then connected each strap to the collar.

He then grabbed a bit shaped like a western bridle. It had bars on both sides that went out beyond the mouth and ended in a place to attach the reins.

He said, “The bit I am going to use has an added tongue port which will rest on top of your tongue. It’s essentially a rubber tongue depressor. Once this is in, you will be unable to speak. I want you to not even try to speak. You will stamp one foot on the ground for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?”

I started to say yes, but Adam shook his head. I then stamped my foot on the ground once.

“Good girl, ” he said and padded my hip.

He then attached the bit to the rings on either side of my mouth. I felt the plate attached to the bit, pushing my tongue down. I suddenly started to panic.

He padded my side and softly said, “Easy there, girl.” He then embraced me in a full-body hug. He then stepped back and felt my vulva. “I can tell you are enjoying this.”

Adam next pulled out a dark red leather corset and started to put it on me. Two black straps on the back of the corset crossed over my shoulder blade. He attached each strap to different buckles that were offset on either side from escort beyoğlu the middle of the back of my collar. I noticed Jessica had a dark blue corset to match her blue plume and collar.

He then took my wrist cuffs and moved them from the ring on the front of my collar to the back, forcing my elbows up in the air.

The corset came up to curve around the bottom of my breasts. Between my breasts, a black strap connected to two other black straps that came up on the outside of my breasts to form a single strap that he connected to the front of the collar.

Over my breast was an X of thin black fabric about a 1/4 inch wide with a ring in the middle where the strips of fabric would have crossed. The ring was positioned over my nipple and my areola extended beyond the ring. Unlike the other thicker straps, these straps would give my breasts no support. My tits would be bouncing all over the place once I started moving.

The bottom of the corset was like a thick 6″ wide belt. It had many rings and straps of which I would soon learn their purposes. Adam pulled the straps on the corset snug.

Adam raised his right hand to my jaw and said, “Michelle, you look magnificent. Now let’s get the hoof boots on to finish your transformation.”

He went to a chest of drawers and opened the one labeled with my shoe size. I drew in my breath as I saw how beautiful these black boots were. The boots had no heel, just a larger than a standard shoe’s toe that looked like a horse’s hoof. On the bottom of the toe of the shoe was a horseshoe. I could tell that the boots would reach up to my mid-thigh.

Adam lifted my right leg and fitted my feet into the bottom of the boot. My feet were at the same angle as if I wore five-inch heels. Adam carefully zipped up the boot and removed the block. He repeated the process with my left leg.

I felt the dildo slide deeper into me to about five inches.

I looked over at Jessica. Howard was just finishing up putting on her set of boots that matched mine.

I was thankful for the hoof boots as they helped me keep the dildo from not going in further.

Adam said, “Now we need to transform your hands into hoofs also.”

I loved the idea that I would have no use of my fingers, just like a horse. Howard and Adam sure thought of everything.

Adam then unlocked my wrists from the collar. He removed my wrist cuffs and replaced them with black hoof cuffs extending onto my wrist. I noticed a ring on the cuff and realized they were just wrist cuffs with the hoof added to the glove. He buckled them tightly at the wrist. He attached the new wrist hoof cuffs to the belt on the corset so that my wrists were just above my hip bone. He then put a cuff on each arm just above the elbow. He connected a chain behind me to each cuff which caused my shoulders to be pulled back, pushing my breasts out more.

He then opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps that had small bells attached. He put one on each of my breasts. I took a few calming breaths to get used to the increased stimulation. I then jiggled my breasts and enjoyed the sound of the bells.

Adam said, “Now we have just one more step to make you into a beautiful pony.”

He walked over to a rank of what I immediately recognized as horsetails connected to butt plugs. He picked a few of the blond tails and compared the color of each tail to my actual hair. I heard a satisfied “Hmm” from Adam, and he then continued. “I think this one will do.”

He lubed up the tail’s butt plug and then worked some lube into my ass using his fingers. He then traced the end of the butt plug up and down my crack. He then put a little bit of pressure against my sphincter and said, “Relax, Michelle, just let the plug slide in so you can have a tail and be a real pony.”

He began to rub my clit with his other hand, which sent a wave of pleasure through my whole body. He pressed a little harder, and after a short spike of pain, the butt plug made it past my sphincter. The tail went down to just below the back of my knees. I looked into the mirrors and was in awe of how incredibly sexy I looked. I loved how Adam had given me a bright red plume, a dark red collar, and a dark corset, and my sister a brilliant blue plume, a dark blue collar, and a dark blue corset.

Howard said, “Well, Adam, I think we have two beautiful ponygirls.”

Alice’s Narrative

I went over to Jessica and helped Howard push the pole into her pussy enough to remove the pole from the hole while Adam did the same for Michelle.

Adam and Howard unhooked their collars from the two ropes and then attached a long lead. Howard said, “We are now going to teach you to do high steps. That means that you lift your knees high before you take each step forward.”

Howard handed Adam a cart whip. It had a handle about six feet long with a six foot long thin whip at the end. I recognized them from movies of people driving horse racing carts. He said, “You work with Michelle and I will escort esenler work with Jessica to get them to prance correctly. Now let’s lead them out to the lawn. Alice, you can just relax.”

We lead the two girls out onto the lawn. Howard and Adam stood about forty feet apart. Adam gave Michelle about ten feet of the lead and stepped back until the lead was taut. He flicked the buggy whip at Michelle’s butt and made a clicking sound. She got the idea and started moving around me in a big circle.

Adam then told Michelle, “I want you to try doing prancing steps.” She moved her knee up, but not high enough for me. He cracked the whip under her thigh and said, “You need to go higher with your knee. Try again.”

It took a couple more revolutions and many flicks of the whip on her butt, but eventually, she consistently brought her knee up to almost her waist before kicking her foot out.

Michelle then proceeded to walk forward, doing perfect prancing steps. I looked over at Howard and Jessica. Jessica was getting the prance just right.

Howard said, “Now, let’s speed it up.”

Adam and Howard both cracked the whip behind them. They started to do a prancing jog.

Adam made Michelle do a few more laps around me, and then I told Howard, “I think they are ready to prance together in the backyard.”

I looked at my two beautiful daughters, all trussed up as ponygirls and my heart just melted. I remember when they were little girls and we three would pretend we were horses. We’d run around the backyard, pacing and neighing. It was such fun. And now they were horses.

An idea hit me, “Howard, would you do me a favor?”

He replied, “If I can, I will,”

I said, “Howard, I’d like to be made into a ponygirl and then just run and play with Michelle and Jessica outside for 30 minutes. You can then either change out of the ponygirl outfit to get ready for the race while they continue playing or pair me up with one of them for the race. While you are converting me, they can just run free. “

Howard replied, “Certainly. We can do that.”

He slapped Jessica’s butt and made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Go on, filly, and enjoy some time with your pony sister. Your mare will join you shortly. “

Adam did the same, slapping Michelle’s butt.

Howard approached me and put an arm around me as we watched my girls prancing around the yard. It was clear that they were having a grand time. They would occasionally pause and nestle against each other just like horses. Then one would neigh and take off prancing while the other followed. I saw them rubbing their breasts against each other to make the bells ring.

I said, “Thank you, Howard. This is just another reason I love you so much. You have made my two girls very happy.”

He replied, “Let’s get you fitted out so you can join them. Adam, keep an eye on our ponygirls. Make sure they don’t get into any trouble, including having an orgasm.” Howard grabbed my hand and we walked back to the stalls hand in hand.

Howard said, “I’ll put you in the stall between Michelle and Jessica.”

I replied, “I would like that.”

I enjoyed the feeling of Howard putting my hair into a ponytail. I knew how nice it would look, cascading down from my head onto my back, forming my mane.

He put a dark purple collar and wrist cuffs on me. He attached the wrist cuffs to a ring on the collar.

After he had secured the collar to both walls, he noticed that I wasn’t wearing a button shirt. He grabbed a pair of EMT scissors and started cutting my shirt off. He then unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them, and he carefully put them on a hook. He undid my bra and pulled it off. After removing my shoes, I stood completely naked in front of him. This was becoming a very common occurrence with us.

He then spent some minutes kissing and rubbing my body.

He then said, “Time to get on the blocks. Remember to stand on your tiptoes.”

I stepped up onto the blocks and he measured the distance from the hole to my pussy lips. He got the pole, added the dildo, inserted it into my pussy and then into the hole in the floor, and turned the vibration on. I realized that because my hands weren’t free, it would be tough to get the pole out of me. I was literally stuck.

I was grateful that he was trying to make my experience as identical to my girl’s experience as possible.

He then put a leather harness with a bright purple plume on my head and attached it to the collar.

He then asked, “Are you ready for the bit?”

I stamped my foot one time and we both laughed.

The tongue port on the bit made it nearly impossible to speak, but that was kind of the point. Horses don’t talk.

He then added a dark purple leather corset and secured it to my dark purple collar.

He then removed my wrist cuffs and replaced them with the same hoof gloves that my daughters had. He secured the hoof gloves and my elbows like he had for the girls. Howard rubbed his hand against my clit and said, “You also are enjoying this.”

He added the hoof boots and the nipple clamps with the bell.

The final step was to match one of the horsetails to my hair. Howard quickly selected one and then, without much struggle, was able to get into my butt.

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With a final sharp nip, she buried her face in his stomach, her clit finally exploding from the sensations of being teased upon his shin while her mouth teased him.. her mind her undoing as she exploded again, her already dripping pussy, turning into a fountain, so in want of him was she.

Her dream man, who always had so much control over her .. captive. Tied in front of her, at her mercy. In her house. She had the whole weekend to make him hers, mind and body, and she intended to do so in the most creative way possible, to ensure he would beg to be hers and hers alone.

Winking up at him with an arrogant and sensual expression, shaking lightly from her recent orgasm, looking incredibly beautiful in the dim light of the room, she laid on her back, giving him a fantastic view of what her fingers were beginning to do on her pussy, dancing across her clit, drawing the flowing cum around her entire pussy. Moaning with ecstasy, the sensation of his eyes burning a hole into her filling her with even more fire. She sensed his struggle against his bonds, but she was too enthralled in what she was doing to pay any note. She knew she had aroused him to an almost uncontrollable state, controlled only by the bonds she placed upon him and tied. He was at her whim. She shattered, hips rising off the floor in a timeless invitation, her heady scent rising to his nostrils.

He was animalistic in his need; if he did not get to sink his cock into that slick wet magnet that she so luxuriously caressed, he would tear the wall down to get to her. He worked furiously at his bonds, testing, straining, pulling, working hard to get loose. His eyes followed her as she rose and slid across the room, and began rummaging through a drawer. His eyes narrowed, wild with his lust, out of his mind and beyond control. When he got loose, he mecidiyeköy escort would give her the fucking she so richly deserved. He would slam her so hard, his come would come out her nose, he vowed silently. His tongue managed to break loose the gag she had placed in his mouth, but his hands still had made no progress in their freedom.

He licked his lips as she drew closer, and she smiled with the certain power of a woman who knows she has the upper hand. Rage seethed within him as he saw the arrogant expression take over her features, his voice silky, “untie me, wench, or you will regret it.”

A shiver coursed through her at his words, but she knew this man well enough to know she was in no danger, other than to feel earth-shaking pleasure at his hands… though she had a feeling that were he to get loose, she wouldn’t be riding any horses the next week. Still, she had to try this, she had to make her effort to keep him wanting her, for as long as she wanted him. No more of his gallivanting around, chasing several women at once, he was hers, and she was going to prove it.

Dropping to her knees before him, in a deceptively submissive pose, she looked up at him through lowered eyelashes, raking her nails down the front of his thighs, and up the back, smearing his ass with lube he had not noticed in her hands.

He moaned as she leaned forward and took his cock fully into his mouth, and tensed, nearly losing his seed right then. Get control of yourself man! He warned himself, Fuck! He could not believe how on the edge he was .. him! The master of self-control. Women did not control his desires, he controlled theirs! Anger lit his eyes again, which immediately turned to sensual passion as she caressed his asshole, while taking his cock deep in her throat, turning beşiktaş eskort her head this way and that as she deep throated him.

His hips bucking instinctively into her mouth, she drove her finger deep in his ass, and caressed his prostate while her head began to bob on his dick, in and out .. in and out .. her glorious red hair tickling his thighs, the feeling deep in his ass driving him beyond wild as he shouted and moaned. Right as he felt he was finally going to get to drench her throat with his seed, she withdrew her finger from his ass, pulled her mouth back on his cock, until her tongue just barely teased the tip of it, watching him through heavily lidded eyes.

She removed his pink ribbon, and replaced it with her mouth on his balls, as she drew them down and away from his body, calming him somewhat, yet at the same time, inciting his passion and wild animal need even further. While he was distracted and demanding loudly in no uncertain of what she should do to him, and how it would feel to her… she suddenly plunged some hard plastic beads into his ass.

Taking his cock lightly into her mouth, sucking harder on his cock with the entrance of every bead, she finally stopped when she felt he was sufficiently filled with this new foreign contraption. He squirmed, unsure if he liked this new feeling, but remembering the feeling of her finger on his prostate, he didn’t complain, just demanded she suck him harder, faster, pressing his hips into her mouth, squirming harder in his bonds, wanting only to grab her hair and slam her face down hard into his groin, and fuck her face.

Still, she eluded him, but finally increased the rhythm and tempo and ferocity of her lips on his cock… her lips tight around his, mouth superbly wet and hot.. one hand on his balls, caressing fulya eskort them gently, her mouth working the magic upon his cock that he had come to know only she could work. The fingers holding the anal beads in his ass gently tugging and pulling at them- not really moving them, but not letting him forget they were there – until finally, he reached the point of no return.

With a triumphant shout, he groaned his pleasure as he slammed his hips against her face as hard as he could, fucking her mouth and started to release the flood of cum. Just as he started to spasm, she ripped the beads out of his ass, causing him the most intense sensation he had ever felt in his life, the cum shooting out of him with a power he didn’t know was possible. Painful in its intensity, his mind a volley of sensation and mindless cravings, he screamed at her to never stop. Her hands pressed into his ass cheeks, hard, pulling his cock into her throat as deep and as hard as it could go, swallowing every last drop, and sucking and nursing at it for more – unable to get enough.

His knees wobbled as the spasms stopped, weak and out of his mind with the aftermath of the sensations, Lizzie realized that he was on the verge of passing out, and quickly stood up to release his bonds. He dropped to the floor beside her, and she dove back down to his groin, unable to stand not having his cock in her mouth for even a moment, gently laving and cleaning his cock and balls off with her tongue, enjoying the sight of his cocks dancing to her whim, and incredibly, never going completely soft.

As he caught his breath, he slid his fingers through her hair, smiling slowly as he watched her work on him with exquisite restraint, and espied the pink ribbon lying on the floor. He reached for it slowly, so as to not distract her, and with it in hand, he pulled her up to his head, and kissed her deeply. Caressing her neck, the kiss as passionate as a kiss could be, he slowly slid his hands down to her ass, and rolled her over onto her back, knowing he had her now, unable to wait to put her torturous pink ribbon to use …..

To be continued…

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I am on my way home, back from work. It’s been a long day. A long week away from home. Early days and late nights without much other time than to sleep and eat. I miss being in our home. Eat the dinner while talking with you about things that occupies our minds. Talking about old days. Stories from our past. Reliving them with you.

This week has been a bit different though. I discovered by accident that you had some extra activities online. I saw the pictures you exchanged. The way you told him how you wanted to be taken by him. How you would want him to fuck you every way you could think of.

It was disturbing at first. My heart was racing. I was mad. I don’t know what I would do if you had been around, so it’s probably best you were not. I am trying to be positive about everything in my life, but this time I was struggling. A thought hit my mind. Maybe I had to go back to my old ways. Playing the games I used to play before. It went from a thought to creating a plan in no time. An idea you had never foreseen.

Sitting her now makes me feel more and more exited for every mile I go. I know you are home waiting. Thinking it will be a nice soft evening together like we usually have. I have a slightly different idea though. Once you asked about the hatch in the hallway floor. The one I explained was just a hatch to the sewers system. Nothing to do down there in other words. It wasn’t, until now. It wasn’t the sewers system like I told you. It was the door to my past.

The hatch has always been there for everyone to see, but nobody had seen what was really down there. Tonight was the night to reveal my secret.

I can see the house in a distance. The lights shining in the windows and I can feel the excitement building up even more. I stop my car outside. Pull my suitcase out of the back of my car, and head towards the door. I can smell the fumes from the dinner you have prepared, but tonight I have another menu planned for us.

I open the door and even more odors rush into my face. Together with the fumes are you, sailing towards me with your usual smile. The warm look in your eyes that always make me feel welcomed when I arrive at home. I love this feeling, but tonight I am full of so much more. I give you a big hug like I always do. Bring you a little bit closer. Drowning my face into your hair and suck in your smell. The smell that I love so much. I let my hand slide down your back. Feeling the perfect curvature between your lower back and your butt. My hand doesn’t stop. It continues down to grab your rounded ass. I just adore that feeling in my hand. I grab it a bit harder and pull you closer to me. Let you feel my erection that has been growing for the last two hours. I know you can feel it because of the sudden jolt that runs through your body. It’s like a small electric shock has hit you.

I grab your hair with my left hand and pull your head backwards. Looking into your anticipating eyes. Your smile that lights up your face. I however, look at you with a serious look, and soon enough you realize that everything is not the way it usually is. I kiss you hard. Not soft and romantic, but with determination and craving. As if I am licking the last piece of food from the dinner plate, for never to have another meal again. My tongue is spinning around yours. Kind of commanding your tongue. Fighting for control. I pull your head back again and give you another look. By now your expression has changed. I see a worried wrinkle in your forehead. Your eyes look at me with questions, not saying anything. Just wondering what will happen next. “Come with me. I will show you something!”

I grab your hand with my left hand and in my right is the bag I bought when I was at work. We don’t say anything, just walk into the hallway and stop by the hatch in the floor. I can see that you are looking at me from the corner of my eye, but I am quiet as I remove the carpet from the hatch.

This time I look at you again. I am giving you the same serious look as I turn around and walk back to the door. I lock it and turn of the lights. I walk through the house and check all the other doors. All of them are locked. Then I dim the lights and grab the big candlelight that always sits on the bench right next to the hatch. I open the hatch slowly and give you the first look downstairs. I see the confusion in your face. Your eyes move from me to the dark opening in the floor. You are quiet, but your eyes are asking me even more questions. You start to ask me, topkapı escort “What is this?” But I drown your question in another deep kiss, still as demanding as before. No real pleasure to it, just the hard physical motion. It’s like an animal craving for the right to kiss because I want to. Not because you should enjoy it. I have that solid grip of your hair and pull you away from the kiss. Then turn you around and have you face the stairs down below. “Let’s go downstairs and have a look!” I push you in front of me and feel a light resistance in your first step. I grab you by your arm and lead you down the old stairs that are hundreds of years old. Then I stop and pull down the hatch after us. Just a dim light shines down by the end of the stairs and I give you the candle for you to hold. Light it up and place it on one of the stones making the wall. I kiss you yet another time. It is still deep and craving, but this time, with a little more passion. I am feeling your body against mine and can feel as your resisting tension is slowly leaving your body. I turn you around and pull your hips towards me, pushing my hard erection against your ass. With my left hand I hold your upper body close to mine. Turn your head around for yet another kiss. My hand continues up underneath your sweater, grabbing your breasts one by one; not only feeling them but squeezing them hard. Feeling the nipples in the bottom of my hand. Then twisting each of them until I hear you are making a light sound, like you are gasping for air. I look into your eyes, and ask you as calmly as I can, “You’re dreaming of getting fucked real hard?? Fucked by someone else maybe? Maybe someone you are sharing pics with online?”

It’s like all your confusion is gone in the blink of an eye, and reality suddenly struck. I see the remorse, almost begging feelings fly over your face. Like a shadow flickering in the dim light from the candle. Before you get to answer I turn you around facing away from me. Before you get to react your hands are cuffed behind your back and a blindfold put in front of your eyes. The blindfold is made of leather and covers the entire upper portion of your face. Only your nose is free. Nothing is said and when I lead you forward again down the last stairs, you follow without any resistance. As we reach the end of the tunnel it turns. I tell you to stop and wait while I prepare the room inside. It doesn’t take much time. The room has been prepared for years and only a few candles need to be lit before I bring you into my secret. I lift the blindfold just for a moment so you can take in the surroundings. I don’t know what your face is expressing. It’s not direct fear. Maybe excitement, some sort of thrilling feeling. I can’t say for sure. I have never seen your face like this before. I lead you inside with your eyes covered, to the center of the room. I carefully remove your handcuffs. Lift your arms one by one and strap them to the ceiling by the straps that have been waiting for you for so long.

“You know you have been a bad girl, right??” “Yesss, please, I am soo sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was just for fun. It didn’t mean anything with it!”

I don’t reply. I slowly pull out my knife and start cutting of your sweater. It comes of little by little until your just standing there in your bra and pants, the pants that I am now pulling down. Gently and slowly. Kissing your hips and thighs as I bring them down. You’re looking irresistible in your tiny panty. I don’t know if I am imagining but it seems like you are sticking out your butt towards me. Like you want me to touch you, and I do. I feel the perfect roundness of your ass cheeks, the wonderful softness of your skin. I slide my hand inside your panty and feel you, squeezing you gently. I can see that you are enjoying it. Then I slap your butt. Hard. A bit harder than I had planned to and the reaction is instant. It’s like your feet are lifting you up on the tip of your toes in just one single, instant move.

“Did it feel good?” “Yess, yess it felt soo good.”

I slide the blade of my knife up your belly, touching your nipples with the ice cold steel. Then gently let the tip of my knife sting your nipples. I can hear your breathing getting heavier without exactly knowing why. So I continue. Giving you the little stings that make your nipples hard like little marbles. Then I take them into my mouth and let them circle around in a dance with my tongue. Soft and warm with the wet saliva soothing your şişli escort burning nipples. I move behind you and whisper into your ear. “Did you really want to fuck that guy?” “Noooo, no, I told you. It was just a stupid game”

I slap your butt again. At least as hard as the first time. Your body twitches as the pain is racing through your body. I kiss your neck, licking it, sucking my way up to the tip of your ear. Let my tongue inside your ears a bit. Then bite the tip of your ear lightly, as I do I pull down your panties. Your skin is burning inside of my hands. It never felt as soft as this before. Never. Then I take my bag. You don’t know it, but you can hear the sound of the zipper as I open it. I pull out my little bamboo stick and a spinning duster I bought only for you. I turn on the duster that is spinning with a low humming sound. Gently making the feathers slap your butt ever so lightly. I move it all over your butt. Down your thighs on the outside. Then bring it back up again inside your legs. Your legs open up as if I commanded you to do it, but I didn’t ask. Like the most natural thing they open up for the feathers to reach your pussy. Slowly you start swinging in a slow rhythm that rests deep inside you. Your clearly enjoying it so I stop the duster. It’s all quiet and I whisper in your ear again.

“Did you really want to fuck that guy??” “Nooo, I didn’t! I swear!”

I whip you firmly with my bamboo stick. Not that hard but the stinging pain make your whole body tighten up. Like I can see all your muscles activates at the same time. I slowly slide my bamboo stick up and down your ass and kiss your neck again. Give the breasts a new warm kiss before I move back to your neck. I get very close and whisper in your ear.

“Did you really want to fuck that guy??”

You hesitate, taking some deep breaths. Try to get yourself together, and then you whisper quietly, “Yes.” “What do you mean yes?” “Yess, I wanted to fuck him!”

I can see you shiver, almost shaking. Not knowing what will happen.

“How would you fuck him?”

“I just wanted to feel him inside. I saw his cock. It was so strong. I felt I needed to have it. Wanted to feel how much he wanted me. Feel his desire like a rod inside. Filling me up like no one has done before. I felt like he could do that. I am sorry!” “You’re sorry?”

“Yess, yes. I am very sorry!”

For the second time I use my bamboo. Not very hard, but hard enough to send shock waves through your body. The bamboo is still resting on your butt. I slap it very lightly a few times just to let you feel it’s there. I can feel the anticipation in your whole body as I whisper again.

“You don’t really feel sorry for wanting him, do you?”

“No, I am sorry! No, I mean I am not sorry. I really wanted him. He seemed so real. Like he really, really wanted me. I wanted to feel that. It made me so wet. I wanted to feel when he was thrusting his hard cock inside. Pushing inside so my juices would flow down his cock. It was so………I mean, it felt almost like it was real. It made me feel good. You know what I mean?”

“I am not so sure about that. Maybe we can find out?”

“Yes, I want to find out.”

“Do you think you have been a bad girl?”

“Yes, I was a bit bad. I couldn’t help it!”

Again I use my bamboo. A little harder this time. I can see a light swelling on your butt. Intensely red. Shining almost. Like it’s boiling inside. I notice a light stream of tears running down your cheek, and I immediately kiss your tears away. Feel the salty taste of the warm tears. You lean your head towards me trying to be closer. Feel my face towards yours.

“Do you still think you were a bad girl?”

Again you hesitate, but not for too long.

“No, I wasn’t really. I was just sooo horny. I really needed him right there and then. He could give me what I needed!”

“What exactly did you need?”

“I needed to have him. I wanted him to fuck me. Use me. I wanted to feel how he would enjoy fucking me. I wanted to feel him come inside me and watch his face when he came. I really wanted that!”

Again I kiss your tears away. Then I grab a small container from my bag. As I do I watch your red, burning ass. How you twist your body slightly. Like if it was itching. I open the container and pick up an ice cube. Gently slides it over the swelling of your butt and notice how it melts almost instantly. Turning into cool water that runs down your thighs and bayrampaşa escort legs. Then I notice something else. It’s not only water that runs down your legs. From the inside of your thighs I can see something unmistakably familiar. I slide my hand up inside your thighs. Slowly getting closer to your pussy. Stopping for a second. I sense your anticipation and continue until my fingers are hidden in your little bush. Hidden and getting soaked from your juices. You are totally wet and by my touch it seems like it is gushing out even more juices. I slide my finger inside and get an instant reaction. You immediately brush yourself against my hand. Like an automatic reaction. “Is this what you wanted him to do for you?”

“Yess, exactly like that!”

“What else did you want from him?”

“I wanted him to fuck me. Fuck me real good. Like from behind. Just like from where you are standing right now!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I want you to fuck me right now! I really really want you to!”

“Ok, I will. You are going to get it your way!”

I grab your hair and turn your face towards me. Kissing you very light but you seem to be much more eager than before. Really trying to get deeper into my mouth. It’s like you are desperately craving me. I pull back and untie your hands. Then carefully move you over to my own little invention. It’s a slightly modified weight lifting bench. In the foot end of the bench I have added two separate pieces. Like leg rests. I lay you down on the bench and attach your arms with straps of to the side. There is a belt that I strap around your waistline and finally your thighs strapped to each of the leg rests. I have attached the leg rests with hinges so they can be moved out to the side. You look absolutely wonderful laying there on the bench. Arms of to the side and legs spread wide apart. I pick up a couple more of the ice cubes and start to slide them over your body. Your nipples are still very pointed and I give them plenty of attention with my ice cubes. Then covering them one by one with my lips. I sense no fear in you anymore, just a strong anticipation and excitement. My lips are covering every inch of you and finally I get to my favorite spot. Your hot spot. Your butterfly. I cover your pussy lips with my lips and take in the entire feeling. The sweet smell. The taste of your juices that tastes like nothing else I have tasted. My tongue starts exploring and I can feel your clit erected and hard. It’s like a small penis that is excited beyond its capacity. As I kiss it and play around with my tongue I notice how excited you really are. I crawl up to your head and kiss you again, kissing your whole face before I whisper into your ear again. “Would you like him to fuck you like this? Fuck you when lying on the bench?”

“Yes! Please! I want him to fuck me like this. I want him to fuck me right now. I need to have him!”

I cover your mouth again with my kiss and as I do I release the blindfold. You look confused at first but then you see my hard cock in front of your face. You can’t take your eyes of it. I let you have what I know you want. Letting you kiss him. Lick him up and down the shaft and taking him inside your mouth. Sucking the precum of the tip of my cock as if it was the last thing you would be doing in your life. I could feel the unmistakably tingling sensation in my balls and pulled away quickly. I didn’t want it to end quite yet. I wanted to give you what you had been wanting the entire evening. You were spread out in all your glory. It was only one thing left to do. I slide my cock up and down your pussy lips a couple of time. Trying to make your pussy ready, but it wasn’t really needed. It was like a vibrant peace of gel that opened up for my cock just by the lightest touch. I let myself sink in all the way to your deepest corner with just one single thrust. Your reaction is immediate. It’s amazing to see how you can move even if you are tied to the bench. The bench gives me the perfect angle to get deep inside you with every thrust. Your excitement has reached levels I have never seen and it makes me more than aroused. I know this will not last very long. I can feel how it’s building up inside. It seems like you are having a continuous orgasm as your juices are flowing in a steady stream down between your legs. My orgasm is total. It’s deep and it stops me from moving. It’s feels like I am just shaking inside you, vibrating while my seeds are entering deep inside your pulsating body. After I catch my breath I continue to kiss you. Untie your hands and legs. You can finally hug me. And you do it harder and more passionate than you ever did. Quietly I whisper into your ear:

“Did he fuck you the way you wanted?” “No, he didn’t! He fucked me better than I could have ever dreamed of!”

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“I think he is finally waking up Lady Lygia,” Mithra, one of the acolytes of Aphrodite, cried as she gently prodded Demetrius with her bare foot.

“Wha, what…, where am I?” Demetrius croaked, his throat dry and his mind just brushing away the fog of his temporary insanity and unexpected nap.

“Don’t you remember? You are on the island of the temple of the great and glorious Goddess of Love, Aphrodite. Praise be to her divinity that you are awake” Lygia answered as she slightly smiled through her tear streaked lips.

Popping his eyes open wide as his mind rapidly cleared, Demetrius leaped to his feet as the memories flooded into his brain. “Holy fuck, how long was I out?”

“Not long, perhaps an hour…” Lygia said as she continued struggling to choke back her sobs. “But we have problems Demetrius and thank Aphrodite you are awake. We have big, big, big problems!”

“Oh? What has happened? Did the Fire Scorpions return?”

“Merciful Gods no, but, remember those black sails on the ships you were telling us about.”

“Yes.”

“They have landed and…” she continued as she fell to her knees weeping. “And your fears were completely justified Demetrius. They are not here on a friendly mission but are attacking our island and are wreaking pure havoc as we speak. Hundreds of Babylonian soldiers are swarming all over the beach and the ruins of the temple and they are hunting down all of the Priestesses that have not been captured already!”

Rapidly sitting up straight, Demetrius felt his face grow white as his worst fears seemed to have come true. Looking over into the grief-stricken and worried face of Lygia he asked, “How many of your acolytes remain hidden?”

“I do not know. By some miracle, Mithra and I were able to stay hidden, but I do not know how many of the others have been able to escape. I do know that the soldiers outside are desperately looking for us, so this is a raid with an explicit mission to capture us.” Her voice cracking in a muffled wail she added “Oh Demetrius, you have got to help us. I overheard one of the soldiers while I was hiding in the ruins of the temple, and, and…” Her voice breaking into a quiver, she struggled to speak as she continued. “They are preparing to gang rape all of the Priestesses and Acolytes of the Goddess on the ruins of Aphrodite’s altar for some sort of monstrous ritual! It is horrible! JUST HORRIBLE!” Wiping her eyes as she calmed slightly she added “I just do not understand why the Goddess Aphrodite has not returned to protect her loyal servants.”

“Those fuckers! Don’t worry Lygia, we will rescue all of them and then get the hell off of this island.” Grimacing as he spoke, he felt his chest tighten as his blood boiled and he balled up his hands up into fists. Glancing over at Lygia and Mithra, he shook with rage as he saw the terror and grief in their eyes. What kind of men would attack an island of defenseless women? These were not men, but savage beasts! No matter what it took, or how it would be accomplished, he knew what his next task was going to be. He must save the girls and somehow get them all off of the island. But how, that was the question. How could one naked man and two female Priests defeat an army of Babylonian soldiers? Glancing back at the terrified women, Demetrius forced a warm smile on his face as he said “Lygia, have faith. There is no doubt that Aphrodite will return soon and avenge these atrocities. Really, you must not worry. Everything is going to be alright.”

Looking around at his surroundings, he saw that he was in some kind of underground chamber carved out of the stony ground. Barely recognizable as a manmade structure, the dimly lit space was more of a cave than a proper room. Glancing over at some sacks of grain and barrels of flower leaning up against the wall, it was obvious that this was a storage cellar. “I assume it is safe here, but how on earth did you manage to drag me down into this place?”

“After your episode with Sintra, we brought you down here to recover from your coma. We store all sorts of medicinal herbs and potions in this cave and assumed that it would be out of harm’s way if your warnings about the armada were accurate. It was safe, but Sintra and some of the others went outside to look for fresh water and never returned. After they had been gone about thirty minutes, I grew worried and I snuck up to the surface and discovered the horrible truth. They and most of the others have been captured by the invaders, and…” Clasping her hands over her eyes, Lygia struggled to continue through her soft sobs. “They have been stripped and bound on the ruins of the altar. It was when I was hiding that I overheard one of their commanders say that he wanted all of the Priestesses of Aphrodite captured so they can be anally raped by his men in some sort of sacrificial rite to their Babylonian Goddess. This, he stated, would make the great Goddess Ishtar very pleased and perhaps encourage her to return home. I did not understand what he meant, but one güngören escort thing is obvious. They are going to violate my acolytes on the very ruins of the altar to the Goddess of Love! We cannot let this happen!”

“It will not Lygia, I promise!” Demetrius said as he gritted his teeth in grim determination. Closing his eyes, his mind desperately churned as he tried to think of a plan to rescue the girls and escape. Turning back to Lygia he asked, “How many soldiers did you see when you were hiding outside?”

“One hundred, perhaps more. I did not hang around long enough to count. Once I realized what was happening, Mithra and I ran back here to hide.” Wiping her eyes, she added “What are we going to do Demetrius? I am so frightened. There are so many of them, and they are fully armed. We have no hope of defeating them and I am sure they will find this place eventually.”

“Well, there is always hope” he answered as his lips curled into a smile. “Do you have any weapons in this cellar?”

“Sadly no. We are Priestesses to the Goddess of Love. Weapons are not allowed on this island.”

“Hmmm, well, that makes it a bit more difficult, but not impossible. We do have one advantage, though, and one I assume they do not know about.”

“Oh, what is that?”

“Well” he continued as he pushed back Lygia’s tear soaked hair out of her face. “As part of my blessing from my long-ago tryst with Aphrodite, I have been made immortal. I can still feel pain, but I cannot be killed.” Raising his eyebrow and smiling as he tried to comfort her he added “I think that may come in quite handy right now.” Smirking he added “I do wish I still had my ring of invisibility, but…, sometimes we have to play the hand we are dealt.”

“Yes, but you can still be overwhelmed and your imperviousness to death can’t help you with that! You are outnumbered two hundred to one! How can you defeat those odds?”

Stroking his chin, Demetrius said “Well, I have an idea that is so fucking crazy it might just work. Remember what happened to Sintra when she was stung by the Scorpion.”

“Of course.”

“Well, what you don’t know is, I captured one of those beasts and have it chained down on the beach on the other side of the island. With a little luck, she has not been discovered and perhaps…”

“Yes!” Lygia cried as her mind snapped to attention and she could understand the plan he was forming. “Perhaps we can milk that venom out of your captured Scorpion and somehow poison the soldiers. It had a pretty devastating effect on Sintra so hopefully it will work on them too.”

“Exactly!” Demetrius said with a smile as he ran his finger down her nose. Glancing over into a corner of the room, he spied a stack of empty wine skins and pointed. “Gather those up and follow me. With Aphrodite’s help, the Scorpion is right where I left her.”

Gathering up the empty skins in their arms; Demetrius, Lygia, and Mithra snuck up the stone stairs to the surface of the ruined palace and stealthily crept outside. Seeing that the coast was clear, they hunkered down and started running towards the beach on the far side of the island.

While they ran off, down on the main plaza of the ruins of Aphrodite’s temple, Commander Gudea stood still and grinned. Looking over at the ten naked women chained face down over the toppled marble column in the center of the courtyard he was very pleased. Glancing to his right, he watched dozens of his soldiers openly gape at the erotic sight. The tents in their tunics were quite prominent as they gawked at the excessively arousing display of so many perfect bare female asses lined up perfectly in a row.

“You there!” he screamed at one of his sergeants. “Get those men back to work. There will be plenty of ass fucking for everyone once all has been prepared properly.”

“Yes, sir!” Sergeant Awil answered, before adding “But if you could give the men a small taste of this glorious pussy buffet, I think it would help them concentrate.” Unable to not glance back at the line of women he said, “Holy fuck these girls are smoking hot! Seeing them all spread out naked in the open like this, their wide slits just waiting anxiously to be filled with our meat, it is quite distracting.”

“Well, Sergeant!” Gudea snapped. “Have you found the two missing Priestesses?”

Looking down at the sand he answered meekly “No sir.”

“And have you and the men unloaded the bronze idol of Ishtar yet? This is not just a recreational fuck fest you know. This is to be a holy ceremony. I was tasked by the Great King Dion himself to personally set up the altar to Ishtar on top of Aphrodite’s temple. He gave me the full responsibility to personally supervise the rape and pillage of her Priestesses in the dedication ceremony to Ishtar, and it is a responsibility I take seriously. This is a sacred mission! All Babylon is in an uproar since Ishtar has gone missing and all hope that this will satisfy her enough so she will zeytinburnu escort return home.”

“Yes, yes sir!” the sergeant replied.

Grinning, the commander continued “It should also be abundantly clear to you that the Gods themselves have blessed our mission.” Pointing to the smoke pouring off of the still smoldering roof he said, “Just look, the temple to that hated whore Aphrodite was already destroyed before we got here! What more proof could there be of the rightness of our mission than that! There is no doubt that Ishtar will be very pleased with our efforts. Once this final ceremony of degradation and defilement of her rival’s acolytes is complete, she will return home to her husband, the Magnificent and all Powerful God Marduk!”

“Of course sir, yes.”

“So, if you want to plunge your cock into these glorious asses anytime soon, I would suggest you find those missing Acolytes and set up that fucking idol right now!”

Now snapping straight at attention, the sergeant saluted and loudly yelled back “Yes sir!” Turning to his men he barked “Ok you horny fuckers, you heard Command Gudea. Get your mind off those women’s pussies and get back to work. If you do not find those missing girls soon, the only thing you will be fucking tonight is your own hands!” Grousing but obeying, the men turned from their semi-hypnotized gape fest and started walking back towards their ships on the beach.

On the other side of the island, Demetrius sighed in relief as he saw the Scorpion was right where he left her, and even more, fortunately, was fast asleep. Waving quietly to Lygia, he motioned for her and Mithra to circle around the beast with the empty skins. With his hands sweating, he prepared to attempt to milk the venom out of the giant insect’s stinger.

Seeing the girls in place, Demetrius rubbed his hands together since they were now dripping with sweat. He knew that one sting from that monster could possibly send him into an erotic loop from which he could never recover. With no way of releasing his seed, there would be no way to release the poison. Closing his eyes in a silent prayer to Aphrodite, he lunged forward and grabbed the tail, pointing the stinger out at a forty-five-degree angle away from his body.

Looking over to Lygia he screamed “Now! Bring the skins now!”

Running forward, Lygia slipped the opening of the wine skin over the stinger as Demetrius began lightly stroking the scaly tail of the Scorpion.

Seeing the venom begin to flow swiftly into the leather pouch, he soothingly said, “There we go, girl! Yes…., give us your milk like a good scorpion. Yes.., oh yes! Good Girl!”

Smiling broadly at the success of his plan so far, over the next twenty minutes one hundred wineskins were filled to bursting by his soft teasing strokes on the Scorpion. To his surprise, the monster did not struggle but seemed to enjoy the attention; happily releasing hundreds of gallons of venom into the leather bags. Now with phase one of his plan complete, Demetrius lightly patted the side of the animal and motioned for the women to follow him up to the crest of the dune.

“So far so good!” he winked as Lygia slightly smiled back at him.

As they crept up to the top of the dune and peered over the side, her smile evaporated as Demetrius’s face grew red with rage. There in the center of the plaza in front of the remains of the temple were the other acolytes, alive but crying, and all in a desperate state of frenzy and humiliation. Completely naked, each girl was bound ankle and wrist to one other, their legs and arms as spread as wide as possible. Bent face down over an overturned charred marble column, their large full breasts swung wildly as they struggled to close their legs and get away, their pitiful cries muffled by the gags placed in their mouths. Seeing this, Lygia sobbed and gripped the sand with her nails, the utter degradation of her servants being so humiliatingly displayed sending her into a blind rage.

Demetrius too struggled to watch the scene without wanting to rush forward and pummel the fuck out of any Babylonian fool enough to get in his way. Checking his rage, he bit his lip and he kept his cool. Luckily, he thought, the rest of the beach was relatively deserted, the majority of the soldiers all being far down the beach struggling to pull an enormous statue of Ishtar through the pounding surf. Only three Babylonians remained in the plaza. Scanning the area, his angry frown turned into a smile as he saw a huge stack of unguarded bows with countless full quivers of arrows stacked neatly off to their side. Two of the soldiers were obviously transfixed by the erotic vision of the naked women as the third, apparently an officer was bent over whispering something into Sintra’s ear.

“Oh yes!” Gudea hissed as he reached down and ran tiny circles over Sintra’s dangling nipples. “These are getting hard girl, despite your hatred for me! I like that! That will fulya escort make your defilement so much more complete. Being aroused against your will as oceans of cum fill up your ass by my soldiers will be so humiliating for you. Oh, how delicious your degradation will be.”

Walking around to the other side of the column, his rough hands teasingly danced over her fully spread and exposed ass cheeks. Reaching down between her legs, he laughed as his middle finger lightly stroked her completely exposed love nob, and he watched a shudder undulate up her back. Feeling a tiny drop of her hot honey drizzle down onto his finger, he lifted it to his mouth and slowly licked it off. “Oh, how perfect! You are getting so wet.” Smacking his lips loudly as the sweet taste soaked into his tongue he growled. “Ishtar is going to be so pleased. How wonderful a tribute to her divine superiority that the acolytes of Aphrodite are growing aroused against their will in her presence.” Smacking Sintra’s ass hard, he cackled as he continued “I will make sure I take your ass cherry first my dear! As commander of this expedition, it is a dirty job, but someone has to be the first.”

Preparing to lean down and whisper some new atrocity into her ear, he stopped as he heard his two soldiers shouting. “Stop! Stop that man! Commander, we have an intruder!”

Quickly spinning around, Gudea’s eyes grew wide in astonishment at the sight of a fully naked and erect man charging down the sand dune. Looking over at his soldiers he shouted “Well fools, don’t just stand there, shoot him! What in the fuck are you waiting for?”

“We have Commander, but nothing seems to be stopping him” one of them answered as he fired another arrow at Demetrius.

Gudea, turning back to watch the arrow pierce the intruder’s chest, gasped as he saw it had no effect and the nude intruder kept right on running, undeterred by his wound. Staring at Demetrius closer he saw to his amazement that seven other arrows already were sprouting like porcupine quills from various spots on his body. Turning to his men he shouted “Sound the general alarm! No enemy can leave this island alive!”

With his heart pounding and his body now wracked with pain as arrow after arrow pierced his flesh, Demetrius struggled to continue his frantic pace. He knew he had one shot and this was it. He had to retrieve those weapons before the rest of the regiment was alerted to his presence. Painful though the arrows may be, he knew that they could not kill him. Being swarmed by two hundred fully armored soldiers at once however would put his plans to failure at once as he certainly could be subdued. Immortal he may be, but that blessing did not come with the strength of Hercules. He certainly could be captured and chained, as a thousand examples of his prior states of bondage flashed through his mind.

Rushing like a madman straight at the terrified soldiers, he made certain to wave his arms wildly and look as fearsome as possible. He had to keep them at a safe distance. Around thirty yards away from their firing position, he suddenly lurched to the left and dove towards the cache of bows and arrows. Gathering as many into his arms as he could carry, he turned around and raced back to the top of the dune. His tender and exposed ass was repeatedly pummeled with numerous missiles as it was an inviting big white juicy target. Reaching the top of the dune, he leaped over the edge and collapsed on the sand, Lygia shrieking as she saw the twenty or so projectiles sticking out of his back.

“Oh, dear Mother Gaia! Are you alright Demetrius?”

Grunting in agony as he pulled an arrow out of his upper left thigh, Demetrius moaned “Yes, but we don’t have much time for chit-chat.” Handing Lygia and Mithra several quivers of arrows he barked “Ladies, please dip as many of these in the venom as you can and hand them to me as I fire. From behind this sand berm, if our luck holds out, I think I can take out as many men as they can send up here to capture me.” Pointing down the steep embankment he added “See, there is nowhere for them to take cover from my firing position here. It should be pretty easy shooting.”

“Are you a good shot? Are you a hunter?” Lygia asked.

“I am passable.” Blushing he continued “In my prior life, it seems so long ago now, I was a shepherd. If we were herding these fuckers, it would be much more in my wheelhouse, but we can’t always get what we want. I did however occasionally have to take out a wolf that threatened my flock, so I am somewhat familiar with using this weapon.” Pausing as he poked his head above the sand, he continued “But I would feel much better if Orion was here. Zeus knows, but he is the best marksman on the planet.”

“Who is Orion?”

Looking back and winking Demetrius said, “A dear friend. Don’t worry, you will meet him soon enough.” Hearing the commotion down below as additional soldiers began to fill the plaza he added “Now, quickly, hand me a quiver full of dipped arrows. They are massing for an attack.”

Down below on the open plain in front of Aphrodite’s ruined temple, Commander Gudea was cursing his soldiers loudly. “You bastards must be the worst shots in all of Babylon! How on earth can two of my archers, at close range, fail to stop a completely naked and unarmed man! Holy Marduk, the shame of this, is too much to bear.”

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Thanks again to Amanda for her quick editing job. This storyline has 2 more parts before I’ll move onto something else for a while. If you enjoy them please vote or leave comments. I read them and appreciate them as well. Thank you.

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Friday started out completely different then any other day so far this week. For the first time since coming to the house no one had come in to wake you during the middle of the night to sate their sexual appetite. For the past two days both he and Camille had been making a big deal about Friday night’s party obviously this was part of the preparation for it.

“Oh my God,” you say looking at your alarm clock on the night stand, “I can’t believe how late it is!”

Taped to the side of your clock is a note:

S;

When you are awake press the button under the

note and follow the instructions you are given.

“It certainly seems straight forward enough,” you say giggling to yourself and pressing the button.

No bell rings, no lights light and no buzzer blares, instead 2 women walk into the room. Both wear a pair of thigh high boots, wrist cuffs and bright red ball gags in their mouths. One hands you a note:

Please relax for now and join us in the bathroom in five minutes.

We will have everything prepared for you.

Despite the fact that you have to pee you wait patiently for the five minutes to pass. The sound of running water and the smell of lavender emanate from the bathroom. When the time is up you slowly rise from the bed and enter the bathroom. Walking directly to the toilet, thankfully you had gotten used to peeing with an audience. Just as you finished drying yourself the two women escorted you to the tub. As they lean over you it’s impossible not to notice the small necklaces they wear with a thin titanium band hanging from the necklace. It looks very familiar but you don’t remember where you have seen it.

The tub is full of your favorite lavender bubble bath. The two women take you by the arms and help you step into the tub. The adventures of this past week have exhausted your body beyond belief. As you pussy and ass hit the hot water you wince slightly. Eventually the water has a soothing effect on your body. The water soothes your tired and sore muscles as you finally rest in the tub. Looking around you notice your razor is missing as well as your shampoo. As you turn to look to ask the women where they are you only catch a glimpse of them as they step out of the room. Suddenly you notice another note next to the tub.

We will be back after you have had time to relax.

Please do not move or he will be upset.

We are here to take care of you.

While you relax in the tub you realize it’s the first time this week you have been able to actually relax. Before you know it you close your eyes and fall back asleep.

At some point in time you reawake to the sight of the two women standing over the tub. You have no idea how long they have been there but now that they see you are awake they assist you out of the tub. Both of them use oversize plush towels to dry your body. They escort you to the sink and have you sit on a small padded stool. Each of them kneels in front of you and begins to lather your legs. Using the hot water in the sink and warm towels to clean and soothe your legs they begin to shave you.

“I guess when you said you were here to take care of me,” you say looking down at the two of them, “you really meant it.”

Neither woman lifts her eyes from their tasks. It’s then that you notice both of the women are wearing the same necklace. It’s a simple silver chain with a diamond pendant in an odd shape. You have seen that mark before but can’t seem to remember where. Your attendants spread your legs further and shave your inner thigh and across your mound. The act distracts you enough so you don’t consider the pendants any longer.

After shaving the rest of you each woman takes a foot and paints your toenails a bright red color. When they finish you feet them move quickly to your hands making them match your freshly painted toes. Once again they depart the bathroom allowing you time for your extremities to dry. Despite the warm air in the bathroom you are tingling with excitement.

The two women enter again in unison and take your hands helping you up from the stool. One of the women lifts your arms above your head. When she let’s go you begin to lower them. She lifts them again and tries to mumble something through her gag.

“Do you want me to keep them up?” you ask quietly.

She immediately nods yes. As you stand there with your arms in the air the two attendants begin to run a lotion over your skin starting at your ankles and working up. They rub the lotion everywhere on your body. Their slicked hands moving over your body excite you, soon your nipples are hard and your pussy is wet.

“Well it doesn’t take much to make me horny these days I guess.” You say out loud. You’re not sure but you believe one of the two attendants laugh behind their şirinevler escort gag. “Oh good morning Camille.” You say watching Camille walk through the bedroom door.

Immediately you notice the two attendants have become more rigid and involved in their work. Obviously they had met Camille before as well.

“Good afternoon slut.” Camille says smiling as she enters the bathroom. “I trust you are being well taken care of?”

“Oh yes,” you reply eagerly, “They have been wonderful to me. Who are they?”

“You only have a few more hours and all of your questions will be answered,” Camille explains trying to dodge the question, “it will all be addressed soon won’t it girls?” The two attendants stand and without bringing their gaze higher than Camille’s feet nod in agreement. “Leave us now,” Camille says sharply, “But don’t go far your work is not done yet.” The two attendants nod again before scurrying out of the room. “The bath and the lotion will help make your skin soft and pleasurable to touch; the bath obviously soothed your body and relaxed your muscles.” Camille explains in a soft tone allowing her hand to glide across your shoulders and breast bone, “The attendants will do your make-up and help you dress.”

“Dress for what Camille?” you ask leaning into her touch, “Please…” Your words are cut off as Camille firmly grabs your mouth and holds your face tightly in her hand.

“There is a party tonight slut,” Camille says in a semi hiss, “You will be serving hors d’oeuvres and drinks to a number of very, very important people.” Camille squeezes her hand on your jaw to emphasize her words. “That is all you will get to know right now.” Camille gently kisses your lips before releasing your face and walking out of the room.

As soon as Camille departs the two attendants walk quickly back into the room. Their understanding eyes meet yours. Obviously they had been on the receiving point of this treatment at one point. The women move you back to the padded stool facing away from the mirror. As one begins to comb out your hair the other begins to apply your make-up. Seeing Camille has taken the light mood out of the room and the two women are all business. One applies eye shadow as the other begins to arrange your hair. For the first time in a week your hair will be in something other then a ponytail! You haven’t seen a clock since waking up this morning so you have no idea how long this process is taking.

“I can’t wait to see what you have done.” You say looking at the woman who has done your makeup. She smiles around her gag and nods while holding up one finger. “Will you both be done soon?” You ask trying to contain your excitement. Another nod yes is your reward.

Obviously with the special treatment being given today the party tonight is very big indeed. The hands on either shoulder let you know it’s time to stand up.

“Oh my!” you say catching the first glimpse of yourself in the mirror. “I look amazing, thank you both so much.”

Your hair is pulled back and up as if you were being dressed for a formal dinner and your make up, while a little darker then you normally wear it, is absolutely perfect. The attendants hold your trembling hands and smile at your excitement. Soon the two of them are motioning for you to follow them back into your bedroom.

“I can only imagine what I’ll be wearing.” You say as you exit the bathroom.

Your attendants smile wide behind their gags and motion for you to sit on the bed. One of them produces a pair of stockings and hands one of them to the other. They roll the black stockings before slipping them over your now dry toes. The stockings are soft and feel very silky against your freshly shaven and pampered legs. The attendants take you by the hands and have you stand.

“I can’t wait to see the dress he’s picked out for me.” You say watching your attendants closely. For some reason the two of them laugh.

At this point one woman is clasping a garter belt around your waist while the other is clasping a front clasp black lace bra around your chest.

“Well at least it offers some support.” You say looking at the bra. The cups only hold the underside of your breasts with a small patch of satin and padding. The garter belt is matching black lace and is now fastened to your stocking tops. “…. and obviously panties won’t be an issue.”

“You don’t need panties.” Camille says walking into the bedroom. Camille carries something in her hands but she is blocking part of it with her body. “Now stand still while I put this on you.”

Camille then fastens a stiff belt around your waist.

“What is this Camille?” You ask looking down at your waist. Your view is then obstructed as a collar is slid over your head and locked into place. “Wait, what is going on?”

“Just relax slut,” Camille says fastening two chains to the collar, “it’s almost time to go downstairs.”

It was becoming obvious that this was not going to be a normal dinner party, merter escort as your hands were clasped behind your back. The attendants then place a pair of heels in front of your feet which you dutifully step into. Finally you are walked over to the full length mirror in the bedroom. The heels you are wearing have ankle straps with small brass locks securing them in place. With out panties and the cup-less bra leaves your body exposed to anyone’s touch and your having your hands secured behind your back leaves you unprotected. The leather collar around your neck has small rhinestones on it that spell out the word “SLUT”.

“Camille,” you say looking up and down at yourself in the mirror, “How many people will see me like this?”

“Only the important ones slut.” Camille says walking up behind you. “One last thing though.” Camille’s hands move around your body and cup your exposed breasts. Her hands move up your heavy breasts and begin to tug and release your nipples over and over again until they are both very hard. At the first tug your eyes close. “You do enjoy this don’t you?” Camille asks still tugging your nipples.

“Oh yes Camille,” you reply moaning softly, “I could orgasm from this.” As you start to moan louder Camille stops. “Oh don’t stop now Camille!” You say opening your eyes.

“I think you’ll really enjoy these, slut.” She says with a wicked smile on her face.

Suddenly you feel a dull pressure on both of your nipples. Your eyes instantly leave Camille’s and you notice the silver chain hanging just above the tray around your waist. At each end of the chain are small rubberized clips mounted on both nipples.

“Camille what ….” As you ask this Camille glides her fingernail across the length of the chain sending a small vibration into each nipple. The sensation stops you cold. “Oh my!” You say when she finally stops.

“Try walking with it now.” Camille says smiling even wider. Slowly walking around the room the chain dangling from your breasts begins to sway back and forth tugging gently at each nipple. It wasn’t enough to make you orgasm but it certainly made you even hornier. “Okay now slut, follow me.” Camille says guiding you out of the room, “and you two go downstairs and get to work.”

As you follow Camille down the hallway to the back steps the tugging at your nipples causes you to moan softly. Stepping down the stairs the chain tugs in a different direction eliciting new moans. By the time you enter the kitchen your pussy and inner thighs are soaked.

“Oh Camille,” you say desperately, “I don’t know how long I can take this!”

“Oh I can see your problem,” Camille says as her right hand slides between your thighs, “Don’t worry about it for now. There are at least 20 people looking for drinks and snacks out there, and you’re the only waitress!” The words made the color of your face drain completely. “You will do fine tonight,” She says softly stroking the insides of your thighs, “And you will love every minute of it, I promise!”

Camille’s fingers graze your pussy causing your body to shudder. Camille takes her finger and sucks your juice from it winking at you.

“What do I say?” You ask trembling, “And what do I do?”

“It’s very simple,” Camille says placing fluted champagne glasses on the tray attached to your waist, “Answer their questions openly and honestly, if they touch you or comment on your appearance thank them graciously, and keep them happy.” Camille turns you to face the doorway out of the kitchen; thankfully the swinging door has been latched open. “You are their property as of tonight,” Camille says making a final adjustment to your trays belt, “And they can and will do anything they want and you will enjoy it.”

“Yes Camille.” You say nervously willing your body to move forward. “Holy shit” You say under your breath as you exit the kitchen.

There is a very stark contrast between the party guests and the servants. The guests are nicely dressed with the men in suits and the women in cocktail dresses while there are easily 25 women dressed the same way the attendants were who helped you get ready earlier stationed around the outside of the room. It’s easy to see who is in charge and who is property. It takes a considerable amount of concentration to walk without letting your fear overcome you.

“Good evening my dear,” a woman says taking a glass from your tray, “You do look lovely.”

“Thank you Ms.” You reply quietly before moving on to someone else.

“Oh my, would you look at her!” One woman says to her partner.

“She is quite stunning isn’t she?” He says looking your body up and down. “Such lovely long legs as well.”

“Thank you sir.” You reply softly.

“Oh and a spectacular backside as well.” She says as you turn away. Suddenly you feel her hand gently cup your naked butt. “So soft and firm,” She says squeezing it and making you jump slightly, “I’ll look forward to seeing it again.”

Thankfully you manage to not spill any maslak escort of the champagne. While continuing to walk around the room, and be commented on, there is no sign of him. John and Janice from earlier this week are here as is Greg the guy with the monster cock from the poker game. All of them smile and nod as they look you over. Finally the tray is empty and you proceed to walk back to the kitchen. At this point your nipples have become quite sore from the swinging chain dangling from them and the heels you are wearing are becoming uncomfortable very quickly. Despite your discomfort you are still mind numbingly horny.

“Just in time,” Camille says as you enter the kitchen, “stop right there you’re about to go back out.”

“Can’t I sit for a second Camille please?” You ask desperately.

“Unless you want me to spank your ass red in the middle of that room I suggest you stop that whining right now.” Camille hisses at you. “There’s something you need to understand,” She says placing hors d’oeuvres onto the tray, “He’s depending on you doing well tonight. If you do not he will be the one to suffer, not you or I, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you say lowering your head, “But where is he?”

“He won’t be here until much later,” Camille says turning you back to the door you came in, “That’s all you need to know.”

“I understand Camille,” you say walking straight and tall out of the kitchen, “I’ll do my best.”

Entering the room it has become a much different scene. The attendants who had been standing motionless around the outside of the room are now mixed in with the party goers. It’s fairly obvious that this party will be turning into an orgy very soon as the attendants are touching both the men and women or touching each other for the pleasure of them. The snacks go slowly as most people are concentrating on their own lust and not their appetite for anything else. Watching all of this happen around you does nothing to quell your horniness. As you walk back toward the kitchen you stop to watch two of the attendants drop to their knees and begin to suck on one mans cock. The two of them work the large cock in and out of their mouths and rub his balls through his pants.

“Would you like to join them?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“I don’t know if it’s my place tonight sir.” You answer not knowing what else to say. He laughs heartily at your response.

“Well let’s see,” He says still giggling, “Your name is slut, your hands are locked behind your back, and anyone in this room could take you right now …. I’d say it’s your place and you know it!”

“Yes sir,” you say blushing, “you are correct.”

“Now go get some more champagne,” he says looking back down at the two attendants ravenously sucking his cock, “And maybe one day you can be one of these two.”

“Thank you sir” You say as you scurry back to the kitchen.

“So what do you think?” Camille says smiling wide as you enter the kitchen.

“My God Camille,” you reply breathlessly, “I’m so horny I feel like my pussy is on fire! It’s practically an orgy out there!”

“Not yet,” She replies laughing, “But soon it will be.”

“What!?!” you reply unable to hide your shock, “You can’t be serious.”

“Slut are you that naive?” She says walking up to you, “You’re about to enter a very exclusive membership.” As she speaks Camille is placing more items on the tray attached to you. “There’s nothing else like it in the world,” She continues, “And I know you’ll love it.” Her finger trails along the chain connecting your nipples sending subtle vibrations to them. “Are you enjoying the clips?” She asks smiling.

“Mmmmm,” you reply closing your eyes, “My nipples are so sore but that feels sooooo good!”

“I’ll bet you’re good and horny right now aren’t you slut?” She asks leaning closer to your face.

“Oh yes Camille,” you reply, “I can’t remember ever being this excited for this long in my life.”

“Time to head back out there.” She says turning you around again.

“But they barely wanted anything to eat the last time I was out there,” You say as you walk towards the door, “What make you think they’ll want them now?”

“Oh they’ll want it slut.” She replies pointing at the tray.

The tray attached to your waist is covered with lubes and a number of various size dildos. By the time you look up again you are almost to the large room where everyone was gathered. What had started out as a quiet gathering has turned into a seething mass of people lying across the floor, the clothing lies in piles around the room as the attendants are put to good use. In and around the bodies are the pillows that had been on the couches and other seats. They are now being used to prop up bodies and make them more accessible.

One person waves you over to them and takes some lube from the tray. Watching in amazement he covers his hard cock with lube before thrusting it deep into the ass of an attendant who is licking another woman. The scene is almost too much. As you make your way through the mass of bodies hands take objects from your tray but no one touches you. Finally you realize your hands are not clasped behind your back to keep you from protecting yourself but to keep you from touching yourself. In desperation you squeeze your legs together trying to rub your neglected pussy as people orgasm around you.

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Sunday, June 15, 2014, Compromises

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I woke with a start. The room was dark. I hadn’t turned on my night light. I could see the sky was just barely starting to turn pink. I’d woken several times when Penny had moved on the other side of the door. This was different. The door was no longer pressing up against my back. She’d moved away from it.

I looked for her with my Attention. She was in her room and in a decisive state of mind. I wondered if she felt as stiff as I did. I stood up and started stretching. One of the things about having these powers is that, for the most part, people rarely surprise you, even if you’re asleep. I mean in the “Where did you come from?” sense. You can be surprised in the “What the hell are you doing?” sense just like anyone else.

So, I knew she standing on the other side of the door. I sat on the floor cross legged and waited. And thought. I’d treated her badly last night. She didn’t know about my using Powers on her, of course. But I’d still treated her badly. I’d have to apologize. I wondered if she’d still cooperate with going out shopping today? She needed clothes, at least. She knocked on the door.

She said, “Megan, please let me in. We have to talk.”

I considered my options. She was right, we needed to talk.

I said, “It’s open, come in.”

The door swung aside to reveal her standing, on two feet, wearing the t-shirt I’d put her to bed in last night. Her collar and ears were missing.

I said, “Oh!”

The t-shirt came down to mid-thigh on her, since I was so much taller. It looked like a t-shirt dress. She smiled, pulled up the hem to show me she was wearing panties, then turned quickly all the way around to show me she wasn’t wearing her tail. She smoothed down the shirt again. There had been nothing provocative about her “flashing” me. She was simply showing me how she was dressed.

She said, “Megan, my mother…”

I cut her off, “Penny, wait a moment, please. I want to apologize for last night. You hadn’t done anything to justify my getting so angry. I was really afraid of… I’m not sure what. The unknown maybe. Letting my feelings control me. Anyway, I apologize.”

She said, “Thank you. I shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on you like that. That’s what I did when Deena wouldn’t pay attention to me. Usually it worked. She’d pet me, and I’d purr and after a while we’d have sex. I know you’re not interested in me…”

“Penny, I am interested in you, but I’m not going to…”

“Yes, Megan, I understand. I think.”

I said, “Let’s move on from that. I’ll try to be more patient. What were you saying?”

She started over. “My mother used to say that compromise is when nobody is happy, but they’re not as unhappy as they’d be without the compromise.”

I actually smiled at that, and she smiled back.

I said, “I’ve heard something like that myself. Some of us think it’s the very root of law.”

She sat, also cross legged, a few feet in front of me. Showing her panties. She saw me look down and adjusted the t-shirt to cover herself.

She said, “Sorry about that. It wasn’t intentional.”

I nodded.

She said, “I have a compromise to propose to you.”

I waited.

“Basically, I’ll let you try to make me into a girl, half the time. And you let me be a kitten, the other half.”

I said, “Penny, doesn’t mean the second half of the time you’ll be trying to make me into your mistress?”

She said, “Owner, yes, of course.”

I said, “I don’t want to be your owner.”

She replied, “And I don’t want to be a girl. See? Neither of us is happy!”

She continued, “I’ll wear cloths, stand up on two feet, do chores around the house. I’ll even get a job. You said you could help me with that. I’ll let you teach me to be a girl. And I’ll really try to cooperate. But you should probably keep in mind that I was a girl, and a woman, for twenty years before I decided to be a kitten. I know how to be a girl. Maybe you can teach me to be happy that way. But I doubt it.”

I said, “What made you decide to… No, that’s for later. If we agree.”

She said, “Yes, but you have to think about this. I know what it means to be a girl. You don’t really know what it means to own a kitty girl. You have to treat me like a kitten. If we were going to have sex it would be more complicated, but since we’re not…”

I asked, “What do you mean then?”

She said, “When I’m a kitten, you’ll treat me like one. You’ll pet me, and let me lay on your lap, you let me sleep on your bed. Not in it, on it. And you’ll have to learn to dominate me. I’ll teach you.”

“You said no sex? Isn’t that a lot of it?”

“For some people it is, but it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes it’s frequent, but it’s more about taking care of someone and being taken care of. When I’m a kitten, I’m totally dependent on my owner.”

“As for sex, I’ll wait and satisfy myself. I can also have sex as a girl, you know.”

I considered, then asked, “What do you hope to accomplish by all this?”

“I want you to see that I’m a kitten escort çapa because I like it. I like it way better than the life I was living. I’m pretty sure I’ll like it better than whatever you have in mind for me.”

She continued, “Or I did like being a kitten. I don’t think I really realized how badly Deena treated me until you took me away from her. And I’m sure you’d never treat me like Deena did. I’ll enjoy being your kitten. I think in a month or two you’ll be ready claim me as your own.”

I asked, “And if I don’t?”

She looked at me for quite a few seconds. If it wasn’t for my long practice at dealing with other lawyers, I’d have looked away.

She said, “I think you already want to. You just can’t bring yourself to do it. Yet. You’re afraid of the unknown.”

I asked, again, “If I don’t?”

“I can move out. Or we’ll continue on the half-and-half basis. We’ll work something out. But I bet I’m going to win.”

No, she wasn’t stupid.

I said, “Let’s get breakfast. Can you cook?”

She stood up, pulled me to my feet, and turned to the door, smiling.

“Sort of. You could teach me.”

We walked down the hall, with her leading the way. I was watching her ass, her hips, sway back and forth as she carefully put one foot directly in front of the other, like a runway model. There was something familiar about her that I couldn’t put my finger on. My memory is generally excellent, but it wasn’t coming into focus for me. Different hair style? Very different context?

I asked, “Are you doing that on purpose?”

She didn’t even pretend she didn’t know what I was talking about.

She just said, “Yes.”

Then after a moment, “Is it working?”

I thought, “tricky.” Do I pretend, when I obviously know exactly what she means? No, but I couldn’t bring myself to say, “yes.” I didn’t say anything. But I didn’t stop watching either.

We went down the stairs in silence, she hadn’t looked back at me. She stopped suddenly with her hand on the kitchen door. I almost ran into her, stopping just inches behind her.

She asked, “Should I check?”

And only then turned to to face me. Being a foot taller I had to lean my head far forward to look her in the eye. And she had to lean far back to do the same to me. As she turned, her breasts slid across my chest, a bit below mine.

Those eyes bore into me.

I licked my lips and told myself to take a step back when what I really wanted to do was kiss her. I did neither, looking into her eyes, and also down the collar of her t-shirt. The shirt was too tight creating amazing cleavage.

I felt her finger, just one, touch my inner thigh and stay there, motionless, for several seconds. Then slide up under the hem of my t-shirt, moving slowly. I wasn’t sure if it was to be sensuous or to give me a chance to move away. Maybe both? Whatever it was, it did turn me on and I didn’t move.

She reached the leg opening of my panties and traced the edge up nearly to my hip, then down between my legs and part way up my ass. I still didn’t move. I licked my lips again. I was taking short shallow breaths. She wasn’t even smiling. She just looked at me.

The fingers moved across the fabric to stroke my cotton covered labia, rubbing very gently. I gasped and finally took that step back.

I heard my own voice, with lust in it, say, “Penny, no.”

She brought that finger up and held it between our faces, and pushed the kitchen door open with her other hand. Light streamed out the door and her finger glistened. She put it in her mouth, pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen.

She looked back at me for just a second, letting me see her sucking on her finger.

She said, “Nice.”

Then she said, so brightly that it seemed like another person, “So, what shall we make?”

What followed was an absolutely normal morning. Just an older woman teaching a younger one to cook. If there was anything odd it was that we were both wearing only panties and t-shirts. Mine just barely covering my ass, hers considerably longer since it was one of mine.

She did know a bit about cooking, but had apparently never prepared breakfast before. We did eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. She made little mistakes, but learned quickly. Eventually, we were giggling over burned toast and dropped eggs. I hadn’t giggled in as long as I could remember. I wasn’t sure I ever had.

She completely lived up to her side of the agreement. She learned what I taught her, or certainly tried. We talked about what sort of work she wanted, talked about the future as if the kitten issue didn’t exist. One topic she would not discuss at all was what she’d done for a living before she dropped out.

We dressed her in one of my skirts and blouses and I dug up a pair of flip-flops for her that I used around the pool sometimes. She looked awful. And really adorable. It put me in mind of a little girl trying to dress up in her mothers clothes. I found that “mother” connection a bit disquieting. Well, we’d be getting her into proper clothes right away.

We escort etiler started with underwear. Just ordinary serviceable things. Then clothes, casual mostly, since it seemed we’d agreed that I’d try to set her up in the mail room in the building where my offices were. But also some around-the-house things, a bikini for the pool or if we went to the beach, and a couple of dress up outfits. While she was trying on those she asked about lingerie to go with them.

I agreed, so our next stop was a chain store that seems to be in every other mall. Catalog things mostly, but some quite nice. Some of it rather kinky, but she didn’t resist when I steered her away from those.

When I noticed the ensemble my last boyfriend had given me, and mentioned it, she decided to get that in her sizes. I had the feeling something significant had happened, but wasn’t sure what. It went well with the more formal of the two dresses, so I didn’t object.

We were in the changing room. She was putting her new regular underwear back on while I put the lingerie on it’s hangers. She tried to get me to get some for myself, but I refused.

She said, “Well, someday.”

I said, “Penny, why are you so sure you’re going to win?”

She said, “Because you think I’m so cute. And you want me.”

I said, “Even if that were true, I don’t let things like that make decisions for me.”

She said, “Maybe you should. You’re not happy, Megan.”

“I’m happy, Pen…” I broke off as I caught up with what she’d said.

“How did you know I think you’re cute? I never said so.”

“You were pretty upset last night. You talked in your sleep. And I had my ear up against the door all night listening to you breathe.”

I stood there with my mouth open. I wondered if I’d said anything about Powers. But I couldn’t, at that moment anyway, figure out how to ask without giving things away.

I said, “You listened to me sleep?”

She said, “Of course. I was lonely and you wouldn’t let me in.”

“What else did I say?”

“You think my ass and breasts are amazing. You keep thinking I’m a talking cat. You think you’re too tall. You think your breasts are too small. You think your hips aren’t wide enough.”

I pulled myself together. “Uh, alright. That doesn’t change anything.”

“No, but it does tell me you want me. And you don’t really understand what that means. You’re afraid of the unknown. Afraid not to be in control. I want you to be in control. I’m going to teach you how. And when you know how, I think you’ll take me.”

I changed the subject, “Let’s get you some shoes, then we can go home.”

“All right, Megan.”

She’s said that “Megan” as if she were saying “Mistress.”

And damn it, I was getting wet again.

We got her some track shoes, slippers, a pair of heels to go with the dresses, a purse and some of the usual things. I asked about her drivers license. It turned out it was one of the few things she still had, though it would expire in a few weeks. We’d have to take care of that too.

We packed things up, got back in my car, and headed home.

“Penny, you said half of the day as a girl, half as a kitten. When do you switch? Noon?”

“No, that’s not fair to you. You’re going to be working most of the day. I was thinking, I’ll be a girl half of the time I’m alone then again half of the time I’m with you. And a kitten on the same basis. OK?”

“That sounds fair. So, you’re going to be with me all day today. We got up before dawn, and I have to work tomorrow, so I’ll probably go to bed early. You’ll switch at noon today. Right?”

“That’s what I was thinking. But it doesn’t have to be exact, it just has to be fair. I’ll switch after lunch today. I want to be feed as a kitten at least once a day, so we can do dinner. Uh, my bowls. Deena kept them. Can we get some more?”

I hesitated. I was driving, but I could see her looking at me in my peripheral vision. Well, I’d just spend hundreds of dollars for her to be a girl. I could spend some for the kitten. We went to a chain pet store. She said that most real cat things don’t work, being too small, so we’d have to get dog things. A set of bowls, shallow ones, with a paw print pattern on them. But the place mat was for cats.

I asked if she wanted a new collar, but she declined.

“Megan, collaring me, buying one and putting it on me, is symbolic to some pet people. I’m one of them. It would mean you’re taking possession of me. Do you want to do that?”

“Hmmm. I see. No I guess I don’t.”

She added, “…yet.”

I rolled my eyes at her, but didn’t object.

We were looking at a large dog bed and a blanket with paw print pattern on it.

I understood the blanket, she might get chilly sleeping on my bed, but asked about the bed.

“I might not spend every night on your bed. Do you really want me there when your boyfriend spends the night?”

“Oh, my boyfriend.”

“Right. Would you shut a real kitten out of your room when your boyfriend came over?”

“Probably not. But…” escort fatih And I stopped there.

“Yes. There’s that ‘but,’ isn’t there? What would he think of me curled up nude at the foot of your bed?”

I chuckled. “He’d love it. He ogles curvy women all the time.”

She said, “Right. So let’s not give you anything to feel jealous about. I’ll stay out of sight when he’s over. It’s a big house, and you gave me a room with it’s own bathroom.”

She changed the subject, “The other reason for a kitty bed is to let the kitten part of me claim some floor space. Wherever we put it, that place is mine as a kitten.”

We bought it.

We got home around one and had lunch. I was getting a bit nervous about her switching. And she was getting anxious. As I mentioned, we rarely turn our Attention all the way off. As a consequence, we’re a bit more aware of others emotional state then most people are.

She was watching me fidget. “Do you want to have sex?”

I jumped, surprised. “What? What brought that up all of a sudden?”

“It would relax you.”

“I told you that having you doesn’t feel right to me. I want you to be self reliant.”

“Fine, then I’ll have you. You don’t have to do a thing.”

“Penny…”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d buy that. But it’s put the idea in your head, hasn’t it?”

I hesitated, then answered honestly, “Yes.”

“Are you wet?”

I should have lied. “None of your… alright, yes, I am.”

“You have been all day, and that suggestion just made you more so. Right?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Megan, I’ve been very close to you several times today. And given what I’ve been doing for the last few years, I’m very familiar with what a wet pussy smells like.”

I sat there staring at her.

“I can help you with that. I’ll even stay a girl to do it. I’m very good.”

I was sure she was. I looked at her a bit longer. The mental picture of her head between my thighs becoming clearer by the second. But…

“No, Penny. Thank you, but I’m going to do what I think is best.”

“You’re going to masturbate later, aren’t you?”

My breath caught. She was certainly direct. I again considered lying, but, first, I hate to lie and, second, I was sure she’d know I was lying.

“Yes.”

“Thinking about me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I watch?”

“No.”

“I’m going to be a kitten by then. Would you let a real kitten watch?”

Unfortunately, I knew the answer to this one. I’d had a kitten, and later a cat as it grew up, when I was young. And I had not shut it out of my bedroom to pleasure myself, unless it was being annoying.

So I said, “No. Except when it tried to get involved.”

“‘When…’ Oh, you’re speaking from experience. You agreed to treat me like a kitten. So?”

“I don’t know if I can do it with you watching. You admitted you’re also a girl when you’re a kitten.”

“Touche. All right, I don’t want you frustrated. If you can’t, I’ll leave the room.”

I almost shouted, feeling frustrated, “But that’s almost as bad! You’ll still know I’m doing it!”

She leaned in and whispered, “And you’ll know that I’m masturbating thinking about you doing it.”

She said up straight again, “Would that make you hot?”

“You couldn’t. You don’t have hands when you’re a kitten.”

“Tricky, Megan. But I’ve been doing this a long time. There are ways even without hands. You should watch. You’d learn something.” Pause. “And you didn’t answer the question.”

“Yes, it’s making me hot. And embarrassed. And I won’t be able to help thinking about you when I’m… when we’re… oh damn!”

“Do you want to watch me while you do it?”

“No. I mean, yes, but I’m not going to.”

“You can always change your mind.”

She looked at the clock. “Well, time to change. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She left, already unbuttoning her blouse. I wondered if life was going to be a series of conversations like this until one of us gave in? Or maybe neither of us ever would, and we’d go on like this forever? And, would it be so bad if she won?

I was standing at the sink, washing the dishes, when she came back into the kitchen. Nude, tail, ears and collar. She came directly up to me and rubbed her face up my leg and purred. I went stiff.

She sat back and said, “You’re supposed to pet me when I do that. Or shoo me away. Depends on what you’re doing. You said you had a kitten. What did you do when she did things like that?”

I took a deep breath and said, “You’re right. I’m sorry. This isn’t going to be easy for me. Besides, my hands are wet.”

“Oh, right. Deena made me to all the housework so we never had that problem.”

I thought it over, then said, “I have an idea. Please go out and come in again.”

She exited, waited for the door to settle down, then came in and did it all over again. This time I reached down and touched her nose with my wet finger.

I said, “Not now, Penny. I have to finish these dishes.”

She beamed with joy and walked around me, stropping my legs with her body and purring.

After a minute or so she stopped, moved a few feet away from me and sat looking around for a moment. Then stared at me, like any cat will do when it wants something. I looked at her and she looked from me to the floor several times.

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You’ve been reading Fifty Shades of Grey…again. I’ve been watching the film Secretary…again. We both like to role play. I ask you if you want to have a trial as my new secretary. You know what I mean. You know what this means. You nod. Obediently.

Go and get changed, I say.

I sit at my desk and wait. I wonder what you will wear, I wonder what I shall do to you, I wonder what you want me to do to you. I begin to get aroused at what is about to unfold. You keep me waiting. It is frustrating. Is this part of the scenario? Are you such a bad secretary that it takes you this long to prepare, or are you doing it on purpose? Provoking me, teasing me, taunting me.

After what seems an eternity you enter the room. I hear you before I see you, your heels announcing your arrival as they tap out your progress on my polished floor. You are wearing a white shirt and a short, black skirt. I recognise the skirt; it was short to begin with but somehow you have made it shorter. You are wearing a black bra which I can make out under your shirt. I presume you are wearing black panties. You are wearing black stockings and black heels, the ones that I could hear as you walked down the corridor. You have deliberately put on too much lipstick, making yourself look slutty. I love the way you look. I begin to grow hard at the sight of you.

You’re late, I say.

Mmm, sorry, the traffic was bad.

I push myself away from my desk in my office chair. It rolls smoothly across the floor. I have deliberately made my desk untidy and precarious; folders bursting with too many documents, loose papers perilously stacked, pens poised to roll off the edge.

I tell you to tidy my desk. You take to your task quite well. Initially. I sit and watch you as you stand slightly too far away from the files and the papers, resulting in you having to bend and stretch. You work slowly; deliberately leaning first this way then that. Your skirt, already far too short, begins to ride up your bottom as you stretch and bend and reach across the desk. First of all I see the tops of your stockings, tightly hugging your thighs, the nylon fındıkzade escort glistening and shining and catching the light as you move. Next, as you arch further forwards, your panties come into full view, black as I suspected, stretching across your beautiful behind, the outline of your buttocks and the line between them visible through the semi-transparency of your underwear. I want to kiss you on your backside then and there.

Then, disaster.

You knock a pile of papers onto the floor. I am not amused. They were all in order and of great importance. You apologise and squat down to pick them up. You make sure that you are facing towards me as you begin the process of collecting them. As you bend forward to pick up a paper in front of you, I can see down your shirt to the tops of your breasts, to your cleavage and to your bra. As you turn to pick up a paper at your side, I am able to see between your legs, up your stockings, to the black panties concealing your pussy. You twist this way and that, accidentally on purpose making sure that I can see what I want to see, what you want me to see.

I am so turned on.

You collect the papers, straighten the bundle, and place them back on the desk. You reach and stretch once again to place them at the far corner, allowing me another teasing glimpse up your skirt as you do so. But now…calamity. In the act of stretching you accidentally knock over my pen holder; pens and pencils fall and spin, tumbling noisily to the ground, rolling across the floor.

Pick them up, I say.

You scramble on the floor for my pencils and pens. On your hands and knees, crawling, bending, stretching, reaching. I imagine you naked as I watch you. In truth, your clothing leaves little to the imagination; your arse is barely concealed by your skirt, your breasts stretch the material of your shirt. I want you so much.

You stand and go to place my pens back in their holder on the desk. I tell you to stop. I want you to put them somewhere else and clear my desk. You do as you are told. You put the pens and pencils bahçelievler escort on a nearby cupboard and remove all of the papers and folders from my desk, also putting them on the cupboard. My desk is now empty.

This job requires concentration and discipline, I tell you. All you have demonstrated is ineptitude and clumsiness. You will only learn by being punished. You can take your punishment or you can leave now.

The choice is yours.

You look at me for a moment, head slightly bowed. I want to be your secretary, you say. I need you to punish me.

I tell you to lean over the empty surface of my desk. You are not allowed to remove your hands from the desk until I give you permission. You stretch your arms so that your hands grip the sides. You hold on, lean forward and spread your feet wide as far as possible. You stretch out your back, forcing your bottom upwards towards me.

I glide up behind you in my office chair and lift what little bit of skirt needs lifting to reveal your bottom. I place a hand on your raised arse, stroking it, lovingly. I linger there for a moment, lulling you into a false sense of security. Suddenly, without warning, I grab hold of youur panties and pull them down. I pull them hard and with force. You gasp. With your legs spread wide, your panties go down as far as your knees before resistng. I leave them there. I push my fingers roughly between your legs and feel you there. I feel you squirm.

I move to the cupboard and open it. Inside is a two foot long, black, leather riding crop. I take it out and slap it against my palm, making sure you can hear the noise it makes. I touch your bottom with it, slowly circling your cheeks, and then push it between your legs. I move it backwards and forwards, rubbing its length up and down across your naked pussy lips. I flick it up against you, between your legs, once, twice, three times.

You shudder.

I ask if you are ready to take your punishment. You nod.

I pull back the crop and make a few practice strokes in air the, carving whooshing sounds bağcılar escort as it bends back and forth. Practice over I take aim and connect hard with your backside. It makes a delicious, loud smacking noise on your skin. You gasp; a gasp of shock and a gasp of pleasure.

Strike two follows quickly. Harder this time, the noise louder, the crop quivering after it hits you. You shake and tremble slightly, letting out a soft groan. Faint, red, glowing stripes begin to appear on your cheeks.

I check that your hands are still gripping the desk as instructed, and that your feet remain as wide apart as possible. Your half lowered panties remain stretched between your knees.

A third strike. My aim is becoming more expert and I make contact in the fleshy centre of your cheeks. You let out a small cry.

I ask you if you want more. You moan a yes to me.

I pull back the riding crop and whip it through the air. You hear the thrashing noise and prepare yourself, clenching your buttocks, waiting for the impact. This time I deliberately don’t make contact. Playing with you, toying and teasing you, watching you squirm in anticipation.

Strikes four and five follow in quick succession, hardly giving you time to recover your composure between each stroke. You are gasping heavily, your arse becoming redder. Deliciously red. Glowing. I can almost feel it burning.

I put my fingers between your legs and touch you. Wet, hot, throbbing. I put my fingers to my mouth and taste you; I have never tasted you this sweet before.

I take aim for the last time. I tell you this will be the last one and that I want you to relax. I don’t want you to clench for this one. I pull back the crop, flick it through the air and connect with you. You shake as it strikes you for the sixth and final time, stinging, biting into your flesh, drawing a line across your beautiful buttocks. You shake and let out a loud moan.

I put down the riding crop and gaze at your bottom. Pale flesh reddened, hot, stinging sensations running through you. Six thin lines drawn across you, thin lines between pleasure and pain, perfectly drawn. I lean forward and kiss your arse cheeks, licking delicately along the stripes that I have made. Loving you.

You stand up, turn to face me, pull your panties up and straighten your clothing. There is a hot flush on your face and a glazed look in your eyes. A smile forms on your lips.

You open your mouth to speak.

Did I pass the test?

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