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I had a terrible night’s sleep, I was absolutely terrified of falling asleep and having my body take over so I tried to stay awake as much as possible. After the teasing my cock felt like it was fit to burst with the slightest touch, but the chastity cage was so tight around my cock it left no room for growth. As I drifted in and out of sleep my erotic dreams would cause my body to naturally become aroused but the pain from the cage soon had me wide awake, groaning in agony.

I remember Mistress coming in at least twice to use the dildo gag for her pleasure. Her juices must have been all over the base of the gag and the hood now, I could smell nothing else even when she wasn’t there and that only made things worse. When she was using me I could feel her hands constantly teasing my balls as she rode my face to her hearts content.

I had no idea what the time was when Mistress came in for what I think was the third time, but I couldn’t help but groan in relief when she unclipped my hands and feet from the corners of the bed and helped me sit up.

Pulling out the gag I coughed, there was a considerable amount of drool that had welled up behind it and I couldn’t stop some of it leaking out as the cock shaped gag was pulled out my mouth. When I felt her un tightening the hood I hysterically sniggered in relief, and soon I had to scrunch up my eyes as the bright light of morning became apparent. It took me a while to get used to the light, when I did I looked into the face of my loving wife who sat on the bed next to me, grinning from ear to ear.

“I love you so much, thank you for last night slave,” she said leaning over and kissing me on the lips.

She was dressed in her running gear, I had to admit even in workout clothes my wife was incredible arousing. It didn’t help of course that she purposefully picked the more provocative work-out clothes to tease me, she always said she liked the idea of all the men eying her up as she ran about town.

It was at that point I felt the familiar grip of a chastity device around my cock and remembered the different feel it had last night. Looking down my thoughts were confirmed, in place of the rather generic plastic chastity cage was a gleaming stainless steel version. I could see immediately it was tighter fitting but had completely forgotten about the fist mitts as I went to inspect the device further.

My useless, bound hands clanged into the device, and I help them up in shock inspecting this new twist as well. Two shining metal balls, the base of which locked onto the wrist cuffs that I had locked onto myself the day before, had replaced my hands. Twisting them, I could barely make out the seam and I banged them together slightly as if to check they were even real. The only real blemish was a small ring at the tip of them, which I guessed was used to secure my arms in place to the corners of the bed.

My wife giggled next to me breaking my concentration.

“New additions,” she said. “You like them?”

I sighed, studying them for a moment again before shrugging and smiling at her.

“Not really, but isn’t that the point” I chuckled. “My hands are pretty useless with them on! Are you going to take them off?”

“Off?” she said looking confused. “What do you mean off, they’re permanent. Can’t you see, there are no key holes.”

I looked at her shocked, she really did look rather concerned and I quickly checked around the base do the device to confirm that she wasn’t lying.

“W-what have you done Mistress?” I said panicking. Had she really rendered my hand useless for the rest of my life? A tear escaped down my face as I looked down at my new hands.

My wife suddenly roared in laughter and slapped me on the shoulder. She almost fell on the floor she was laughing that much, it took her over a minute to even catch her breath enough to talk.

“You should see your face right now!” she gasped. “Of course they are not permanent, I like your hands you idiot!”

I looked back at her, then at the mitts and let of a chuckle of relief. Now I came to think of it I realised it was ridiculous to think that my wife would have done such a thing.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you Mistress.” I sighed in relief. “You had me for a moment!”

“I always have you my love,” she said reaching down in-between my legs and grabbing my cock.

Holding it up slightly she twisted the cock cage in her hand letting me see it in its full glory. there was no space for growth, the end did indeed securely go through my PA piercing and the ring was as snug a fit as could be without being too tight.

“Custom made, fits perfectly.” She said. “I’ve been waiting a month to fit it, figured this weekend was the best time. Do you like it?”

I looked at her and smiled, she sounded so pleased with it and I could tell from her tone that she wanted me to like it too. I nodded and smiled, but the truth is a tighter, more secure chastity belt terrified me. The old one at least had some room to expand in, I got some relief at least.

As fındıkzade escort she jumped up off the bed, I drew in a deep breath and looked her up and down in her sexy running gear. She was so damn hot.

She looked back over her shoulder at me and grinned.

“Ah yes, I almost forgot you have a weird, work out lycra fetish.” She said smiling at me. “I’ll have to wear this around the house more often, won’t I?”

“You could wear anything around the house Mistress and I’d find it arousing. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Aw, that’s so nice slave.” she said leaning over to me and kissing me passionately on the lips. I moaned as her tongue slipped into my mouth,

“Probably won’t get you any closer to being released but don’t let that stop you trying.” she said slapping me gently on the cheek as she pulled back.

“Now I’m off for a run, will be gone for at least an hour but you can make yourself busy getting breakfast ready. I’m sure whatever you have planned will be delicious. If you are lucky, when I come back all sweaty and disgusting I’ll let you take my running clothes off for me, maybe even with just your teeth!”

She was just about to head out the door when I cleared my throat, making her turn in the doorway to look at me confused. I held up my hands, still trapped in the mitts to her.

“I might be able to manage toast at best with these on, Mistress. I definitely will not be able to stick with my original plan through.”

My wife laughed and let her head drop slight. “It’s always something with you isn’t it?”

It turned out the mitts were incredible advanced and were controlled from my wife’s iPhone by means of transmitters imbedded in the devices. As she triggered the mitts to release I realised that I would never be able to unlock these without her, the app required her fingerprint to authorise the unlocking and I realised that was probably the case for the other metal restraints as well. They all seemed to match up as one set.

After my wife left for her run, I set to work tidying up from the night before and preparing breakfast. My stomach growled in hunger, and I briefly thought about sneaking in a snack before thinking better of it. My wife wasn’t going to let me starve I knew that, I just had to have faith.

I had barely finished preparing everything when my wife came back in from her run. She tossed the morning paper onto the side and pulled out her headphones, she was dripping with sweat as she walked into the kitchen smiling.

“Not so sexy now I bet,” she chuckled. “Not sure if getting you to undress me would be a treat or a punishment!”

I would have disagreed if she’d said punishment, she still looked damn hot despite the sweat. Her nipples stuck out though the fabric thanks to the chill she got coming in from the outside and her clothing clung to her body leaving little to the imagination. She quickly put down her phone and looked over at the table smiling. I’d rearranged the table from dinner, put new flowers out that I’d got from the florists the day before and already had drinks on the table waiting for her. I’d only set the table for one this time.

“Smells wonderful, what do I have this morning slave?”

“Egg benedict, only with that smoked salmon you really like from the fish mongers instead of bacon Mistress.”

She had walked round next to me as I was just getting ready to poach the egg and kissed me on the cheek.

“Sounds wonderful,” she said slapping me hard on the arse, making be jump and yelp slightly. “I’m just jumping in the shower, give me ten minutes then serve up.”

I rubbed my bottom where she had spanked me, it stung slightly. I looked down at the food and wondered if I should even bother preparing myself a portion.

True to her word a few minutes later she was back, wrapped in her light bathrobe again as she sat down at the table and took a swig of the iced water I had put out for her. Along with the eggs benedict there was fresh orange juice, and a steaming pot of fresh coffee waiting for her.

I dished up and placed the plate down in front of her, before kneeling at her feet. She pointed at the paper.

“Read me the headlines slave as I eat. You know the sort of thing I like to hear about, make sure you have a good scan of the business pages as well.”

I spent the next ten minutes reviewing the morning’s news for my wife. Every now and again, I’d get half way through a story before she’d wave her hand and tell me to move on. My wife could be impatient like that. It wasn’t until I got to the business pages that the first blemish on our weekend happened. There, in one corner of the news was an article about my company. Apparently it have been hiding terrible financial results over the past few months but that now the money was all but gone.

“Well, what is it?” My wife snapped. I hadn’t realised I’d quickly starting reading the news in my head rather than aloud.

“It’s my company; apparently they have gülbağ escort been hiding poor trading for over a year now. This article talks about administration.”

“Oh hunny, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” she said snatching the paper from me.

My wife worked in the financial sector and knew far more about this then I did. I watched her read the article herself, her face scrunched up slightly as she took in the facts. I could tell from her reaction that it was actually serious.

“Ok,” she said putting the article down. “That is pretty bad actually, but you don’t need to worry. Let’s just enjoy the weekend and see what happens next week when you go back into the office.”

She paused, I looked up at her and could see she was choosing her next words very carefully. “I mean, financially we don’t need the money to be honest. Your job is more for you than the money.”

I sighed, it was true. I had long since gotten over the idea that as the man of the house I needed to be the primary income provider. My wife was far better at that than I ever would be but I enjoyed work none the less, it was a reason to leave the house and it was so flexible and local I had time to take the kids to school, do the shopping and basically make sure the house ran.

My wife reached down and stroked my face. “I know you enjoy your work darling, but would it be so bad if you had to stay at home for a bit whilst you found something else? I mean think of all those little projects we’ve spoken about that you never say you have time for; the kitchen garden, the new shed and the playroom down stairs?”

The last one I knew my wife was keen on most of all. We have a cellar in the basement that as it stands is just a dumping ground for stuff we never really need. It has massively thick walls and a sturdy door that bolts from the outside, I’ve been down there before calling out for my wife to help me with a heavy box and she couldn’t hear me from the top of the stairs.

She wants me to convert it into a grown up’s play room, a sort of BDSM dungeon that is locked away so that once the kids are in bed she can play with me at times other than just the odd weekend when we have the house to ourselves.

I guess she was right. “As you say, it’s not worth worrying about Mistress. Let’s just enjoy the weekend.”

I watched as she finished her breakfast and push the plate towards me.

“You may eat now, cook yourself the same if you like. I suspect you will need your strength,” she said winking at me. “I’m going to go get ready; I’m meeting Mandy and the girls for a bit of retail therapy at 10. You have 20 minutes to eat before I leave.”

I was so thankful to hear I could eat, my stomach was aching so much having gone without dinner last night and I quickly thanked her as she walked off into the bedroom. Twenty minutes later and I had finished eating, I had made scrambled eggs and smoked salmon just for ease given the time I had. Mistress came back into the room carrying some bits in her hand.

“Come here slave, I want no fuss,” she said.

I looked down at the parts, there on the table was a bondage belt, a gag and some chains. I obediently stood there as Mistress tightened the wide bondage belt around my waist, it was nearly 6 inches wide and covered the majority of my lower body. Mistress purposefully did it up tightly, she wanted no chance of it coming loose and sure enough by the time she locked it in place with three padlocks I was struggling to take full breaths.

She quickly clipped a chain to one of the O-rings that hung off the side, the other end was locked to my wrist restraint restricting my reach to about 10 inches. The same was repeated with the other wrist.

Finally she held up the butterfly gag and I opened my mouth without question. The flabby silicone mass was pushed in and like the penis gag from the night before Mistress quickly did up the spider web of straps that secured the thing in place.

“Final step, love you!” she said holding up a small bulb in her hand.

I tried to tell her I loved her too, but all that came out was a jumbled muffled message.

She giggled getting the message, before attaching the bulb to the valve at the front of the gag. Pumping the bulb the flabby silicone inside my mouth started to expand, and before long my mouth was completely filled to the point I could barely manage a grunt. Removing the bulb my Mistress put it into her handbag, along with the keys to the padlocks.

Picking up her keys, she blew me a kiss as she headed out the door. I watched as she grabbed her coat and just as she reached the door she hesitated and looked back at me.

“I almost forgot this!” she said digging down in her handbag.

Pulling out a piece of paper she handed it to me. Looking down I went to unfold it but she placed her hand on mine stopping me.

“Wait until I’m gone slave, it’s just a couple of extra things I’d like you to do for me whilst I’m out.” She said, and she leant over a kissed me on the cheek. halkalı escort

A moment later, she was gone. I watched from the window as she got in her Mercedes and backed out of the drive, through our gates before disappearing down the road.

Unfolding the piece of paper I looked down in astonishment at the long list of tasks to do, it was more than a couple!

‘Slave,

I expect these tasks done, on top of the normal chores before I get back:

1) Sort through my underwear draws, organise into colour and type.

2) Get boxes down from on top of the cupboard in my room and sort through your clothes. As I told you weeks ago, I expect most can go to charity.

3) Change bedsheets on all beds.

4) Sort box’s in my play den as I asked weeks ago and make it suitable for a guest room. DO NOT open any boxes marked for my attention, put them to one side.

Mistress.

xxx’

I couldn’t believe it, she expected all this done in the few hours I had to myself? I let my hands fall and realised immediately what else she had done to make my work even harder. The lack of movement in my chains would slow me down even more, and would make sorting the box’s and the playroom so much harder. I knew this was a sort of punishment, she’d been asking to sort it out downstairs for ages now.

With a heavy sigh, I quickly set to work with my ‘normal chores’. It wasn’t until I walked into the main bedroom I realised Mistress had set out to make this as much work for me as possible. Scattered across the bed and floor was the entire contents of her underwear draws, everything had been muddled together to make it as much work as it could possibly be. I sighed and quickly started picking up her panties.

As I sorted through the underwear I felt my cock twitch, my wife had some incredibly sexy sets and I couldn’t help my response but no sooner had my cock started to stiffen then it was gripped tightly by the new chastity cage. It was far more restrictive as I though and I groaned in pain at even the slighted arousal.

Eventually the pain got so bad I had to take a break from sorting sexy undies so I looked up at the boxes on top of the wardrobe and figured I may just be able to reach them with the steps. The next hour was exhausting, and I nearly fell twice from on top of the stairs as I tried with my limited movement to lift down the heavy boxes of my clothes. Again, my wife had been asking me to do this for a few weeks so this was her way of punishing me for not doing it sooner. It was a very efficient punishment, I knew that from now on if she asked me to do something like this, that I shouldn’t hesitate and put it off.

It wasn’t until 2 pm I had contact from my wife in the form of a text message.

‘Hello slave, having fun with my undies are we? M xxx’.

‘Did you have to scatter every pair you had across the bed Mistress?’ I responded. At least I could text, I was grateful for that.

‘I couldn’t find the pair I wanted, hence why you needed to sort it ;). The girls and I are done shopping, just off for a drink or two in the spa then I’ll be back around 5 pm.’

‘Very well Mistress, I’ll be waiting. Will you be ok driving?’

‘I left the car at Mandy’s, she’ll probably drop it round tomorrow. I’ll get a taxi back later.’

‘Ok that sounds sensible. Anything else I need to know?’

‘Remember we don’t need dinner tonight so you have more time to focus on the tasks I’ve given you.’

I read the text twice to make sure I’d read it correctly. ‘We don’t need dinner’, it definitely said ‘we’. I wondered if she had changed her mind, it would probably be the first time I’ve been taken out with her interns so I was slightly shocked.

Focusing on the rest of the tasks, I set about the chores with renewed vigour. The play room took the most time of any of them, there was about 50 box’s to sort through, half of which were total junk and could be trashed. There was about half a dozen boxes marked for the attention of my wife, and heeding her instructions I left them well alone.

I had lost total track of the time sorting the box’s and had forgotten that not only did the room block out most sounds from upstairs, the phone signal was also blocked.

“Well, well, you have been busy!” my wife said behind me.

The sound of her voice made me jump up so high It felt like I almost hit my head on the ceiling when I jumped up. I turned to see her standing there grinning looking round the room. Now the boxes were organised under the staircase it was even larger than we both thought, plenty of room for whatever my wife wanted to put in there.

“You have finished the list?” she said questioningly.

I nodded in response, I couldn’t almost believe it myself but I’d pretty much got the lot done. She looked around the playroom once more and nodded.

“Very good, I’ll check the rest myself later but for now we need to start thinking about tonight. I have some things to set up but first I want to get you cleaned up and fed.”

After going back upstairs I thought my wife would remove my bonds, instead though I was led into the bathroom and pushed into the walk in shower. I knew what was coming as soon as she pushed me down to the floor and used a short chain to clip the front of my collar to the drain on the floor.

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~~ Kobuk, Alaska, 2075 ~~

The woods were quiet, still except for a gentle breeze from the Northeast that caused the pine trees to rustle and sway slightly. It was getting late in the season, but Kevin knew it would be all right. He’d been laying up meat for several months already. It helped that he’d spent an absurd amount of his accumulated Marine Corps salary on upgrades to the cabin – solar cells to power extensive battery networks that kept key appliances running, a satellite dish that would allow a little communication with the outside world even though it was rarely used, and a piece of equipment he would be using today.

Sighting down the barrel of his rifle with the scope, he brought the unsuspecting deer into his sights. He watched it for several moments, then took a breath and let it halfway out as his finger found the trigger of the rifle. Slowly he squeezed the trigger, the custom mechanism something he’d modified himself. When it hit the required force there was a crack and the deer went down. Smiling to himself, he slowly got down out of his portable tree stand, then dismantled it. Walking away from the deer about thirty more feet, he came across one of the more useful tools that he’d purchased – a solar-powered, battery-operated, semi-tracked wagon. Tucking the tree stand into a slot he’d made on the side just for it, he started the wagon and it followed him with the remote control as he walked out to the deer.

He gutted the deer efficiently, having done so several hundred times in his life, then hefted it into the wagon before slowly walking with the wagon following back toward his cabin. The sun was getting lower in the sky. It was almost nighttime, and it would be getting cold soon. Cold, he chuckled to himself. It was fucking Alaska. It was cold all the time. Cold, barren, and hardly anyone was stupid enough to live here. Perfect for a soldier that didn’t have any business being around people anymore.

It was a forty-five-minute walk back to his cabin and it was almost dark by the time he got there, a single, photosensory light beckoning him home. Leading the wagon out behind the cabin to his dead shed, he unhooked the meat hook that was attached to a pulley hanging from an I-beam connecting two poles that had been sunken into cement. He hooked the head of the deer and used the pulley to lift it until it was hanging free. Then, sliding a massive metal bucket underneath the carcass, he moved the wagon out to the back of the house again where he locked it up, closed and locked the dead shed, and went inside. He quickly built a fire in his cast-iron stove and the house warmed up easily. Leftover bear stew was the order of the day and he fixed himself a small pot on the stove.

The cabin wasn’t much. A small living area that had a single small couch with one of those pull-out beds and an end table with an LED lamp. That area had a kitchen off of it with a small breakfast table, the two areas sandwiching the cast iron stove. There was a single bedroom with a small bathroom and that was all there was above ground. Only a single other door was in the cabin with a set of stairs leading down. Below was where he kept all of his freezers and storage of supplies. His other useful purchase was a small smelter to make his own ammunition and save some cost that way. He had gunpowder flown in once a year in the summer and scrap lead and he used them to refill his food-generating supplies – bullets.

Two weeks later, his radio beeped, “KL7BQV, Kevin Billings. This is Dead Goose Launch flying H170 Black Drop Mesa. I’ll be landing in about thirty minutes with your monthly delivery. Come back.” The voice was not the normal grumpy male he expected. Instead, it was a cheerful female.

He walked over, his head cocked to the side slightly and picked up the microphone for his Yaesu HF Civilian radio. “Dead Goose Launch, KL7BQV. I read you five by five. Thirty minutes out. The landing area is clear and winds are currently West at 5 miles. How copy?”

“Loud and clear, Landing area spiffy and the wind is West at 5. See you soon.”

That was most definitely not Denny. But, supplies were supplies and so he slid on his overalls and boots and coat and then trudged out back to get the wagon, making sure it was charged up. In addition to its own small solar charging pad, it plugged into the main batteries that drew from the heated cells on the top of the house. With a full battery, he set the remote to follow and he began the walk to the area that he had cleared away for such deliveries. That had not been a fun month. There are not many things Kevin enjoyed less than pulling tree stumps, but he’d gotten it done and filled in with dirt taken from elsewhere. Now he had a decent little, mostly-level spot for a chopper to land in where it didn’t have to worry about its rotors hitting vegetation. The only other adornment: a tall pole with an orange wind-sock.

He arrived ten minutes earlier than schedule and sat down on the rim of the wagon to rest. beşiktaş escort Through his thick beard and black stocking cap, he stared up at the sky. The clouds were thick. It was starting to get colder. Of course, September was like that here. He’d see snow by the first of October again, he was sure of it.

Caitlan eased into the clearing, she circled the spot as she had been directed, then put the helicopter down without a hop. She killed the rotors and hopped out, pulling the back open to climb inside. “My my, cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise.” She moved behind the crate, dropped her shoulder, and started shoving it forward. It rolled slowly out of the back of the helicopter and then onto the ground, she pushed it further forward. “And final delivery is done, next up, home for brews. Hidey Ho Neighbor!” She greeted enthusiastically when she caught sight of him.

He blinked several times, then got up and walked toward the chopper and the crate. “You’re looking a bit strange, Denny. You feeling all right?” he asked in an even voice, neither upset nor ‘flirty’.

“Ah well, you know, sometimes you get older, then bam, everything changes, and poof you’re a chick.” She flashed him a peace sign, “I’m Caitlan. I’ll be your delivery pilot for a bit. Dennis the Menace has regretfully retired to the sunny swamps of Florida.”

Kevin pondered that for a moment, then grunted, “Bastard.” Leading the wagon over to the crate, he bent, flexed, and lifted it smoothly, dropping it into the wagon. “Thank you, Caitlan, the new Denny. I guess I’ll see you next month then? You flown one of these in the snow before?” he asked, pointing at the chopper.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a snappy salute, “I can fly in wind, rain, sun, and snow.” She smiled, then turned to start locking the back of the chopper up once more. “And yeah, you’ll be seeing me, every month for at least the next…” she trailed off, “Two years maybe? Dunno yet depends on the old man.”

He nodded. “Well then,” he paused, “I’m nobody’s sir anymore. It’s just Kevin now.”

“Alright, whatever your pleasure be,” she said, then pulled out a tablet from her leg pouch, “Old man said for me to make sure you got everything, so… I’ll wait here while you check the goods and can sign off.”

He unlatched the crate and peeked in, glancing at the items inside. Everything looked about right, so he relatched it and then took the tablet to sign it. “Thank you, Caitlan,” he said, carefully handing the tablet back.

“Happy to serve,” she smiled, checking it, then tucking the tablet back in her pouch. “Have a good month.” She climbed back into the helicopter as he led the powered wagon away, and waited for him to be well clear before she fired it back up and headed back to town.

Every month, she was right on time, bright, cheerful, and happy. She landed and unloaded, he checked the cargo and hauled it away and she left. Then January came, and he got a call, “KL7BQV, Kevin Billings. I’m coming in a couple of days early. There’s a nasty white-out snowstorm kicking up and I’m going to need to drop my load and skedaddle. How copy?”

“KL7BQV, Caitlan I copy. HAM traffic’s been talking about the storm for the last couple of days. You all right?”

“Peachy keen with a hankering for some pie,” came the quick response, “Oh for fucks sake. Hang on, I’m going to come in hot.” She dropped the radio and he heard the sound of clattering and then the howl of the wind. When he looked out the window, he could see the helicopter almost dancing, then it dropped into the cleared space with a thud. “SON OF A MULE-SOAKED CAMEL!”

He got the wagon and raced out there, the wagon struggling to keep up. “CAITLAN!” he called in a low, booming voice as he ran. “Are you all right?!”

She had killed the rotors and hopped out of the helicopter. She turned and slammed her shoulder into the side of the helicopter with a grunt, “Peachy, just fucking peachy.” When he got closer he could see where a large branch had slammed through the passenger glass of the helicopter. She had a scratch on one cheek that was oozing blood when he got closer. “Hi, Kevin!”

He sized up the situation, looking her over, then moved quickly to her side, feeling along her limp arm. “This is going to hurt. A lot,” he warned.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and nodded, “Do it.” He straightened out her arm, before gripping tightly and giving it a quick jerk and slight twist, rolling it back into its socket with a loud pop. “FUCK!” She dropped her head, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, “That stung.”

He looked at the chopper. “You aren’t going anywhere in that,” he said. “I’ll get the crate, and we’ll go back to my place. We’ve got maybe…,” he trailed off looking up at the sky and squinting, “thirty minutes before this area’s a total white-out.”

“Sorry,” she offered softly. “Didn’t mean to crash your bachelor pad.” She unlocked the back of the escort çapa helicopter so they could get the crate. She dropped the rollers so the crate could be slid out, then walked further up to grab a backpack. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Sorry about your chopper,” he said softly as he picked up the crate and put it on the wagon.

“Shit happens. I’ll need to call my Dad so he can get insurance done. I’ll probably be able to limp it back down to the station after the storm passes. I’ve limped worse.”

He nodded, taking her bag and putting it in the wagon as well. “Come on. It’s about a fifteen-minute walk to the cabin.”

“On your six,” she responded, moving to follow them, not wanting to take a chance on falling, her shoulder hurt like a bitch but she wasn’t going to complain.

With her walking slower, it was just over fifteen minutes. He opened the door for her and set the bag inside, then the crate. “Go on in and make yourself at home. I’m going to put the wagon away and I’ll be right behind you.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, easing into the house. She waited a few minutes then dropped to a knee to rest her forehead on the other one to breathe through the pain.

He was back in about five minutes and closed the door. Looking at her and then the couch, he murmured, “You do realize that there’s a fully functional couch right there. You don’t have to kneel on the floor…”

“Need a minute,” she grunted out. “If I sit, I won’t be able to get back up. If I can’t get up, I can’t get shit done.”

“What exactly are you planning on getting done?” he asked. “You’re not fixing the chopper today. If they’re right, you’re looking at three days minimum on this storm. You might as well rest. I can take care of things well enough. Been doing it a few years now…”

“Need to call my Dad so he doesn’t worry,” she explained, “Need to strip out of the jacket and make sure the branch didn’t hit anything vital on me.”

He looked at her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “All right. Get up,” He held out his arm to her.

She used her good arm to brace herself as she stood. He helped her up and then gently eased her coat off of her. It was shredded at her lower back and when he looked, she had glass puncturing her clothes. “Looks like side window rupture. Shards in your back. Nothing too deep. Wait here.” He went to his bedroom and pulled out a large toolbox, bringing it back out. Inside it was all kinds of medical equipment. He looked at her for a moment. “Pull them out. Clean the wounds. Stitch if necessary. Want some painkillers?” he asked.

“No thank you,” she stated then unbuttoned her shirt, she turned away so he had easy access to her back and side. “Here or in the kitchen?”

He pondered that, then nodded, “Kitchen’s probably easier. Give you a counter to rest on too…”

“Alright,” she took slow deep breaths, then walked to the kitchen, she managed to get the shirt off, “Cut the tank top if you need to. I’ve got another.”

He nodded, washing his hands quickly and drying them before he began picking glass out of her back. He was at it for about ten minutes, though he did not have to cut her tank top to do it. He pulled a bottle of isopropyl alcohol out and got some gauze wet with it. “This is going to sting,” he murmured, then started cleaning the wound. She grunted and hissed, leaning forward as her body shook from the pain. She breathed out slowly through clenched teeth and closed her eyes. “Sorry,” he murmured as he worked, concentrating. Finally, the wound was cleaned and he sat back and looked at it. There was only one section, about two inches long, that would need stitches and he told her so.

She took slow deep breaths, then reached down and pulled off her belt, she folded it in half and put it between her teeth. “Go for it,” she muffled out.

He had to admire the woman. She had balls. He got a sterile needle and medical floss and slowly began stitching up the wound, trying to keep the stitches tight and even so that the scarring wouldn’t be as bad. He worked at it for about the next fifteen minutes before he finished, finally covering and taping the wound with gauze. “There you go,” he murmured. “Would you like to call your father?” he asked. “Sat phone won’t work in the storm, but the HF will.”

She straightened up slowly, breathing out her nose, then removed the belt. It had distinct teeth marks on it. “Yeah, otherwise he’ll start worrying.”

He pointed to the Yaesu. “Have at it. You’ve got plenty of power. Even if the storm lasts a couple of days. I got the good batteries for up here.”

“Thank you,” she picked up the mic, closed her eyes for a moment, and wiped her face. She took a moment to adjust the frequency, then pressed the button. “Dead Goose Launch, this is Caitlan Morgan using station KL7BQV, Kevin Billings. Calling the old man. How copy?”

“Cait? What’s going on?”

“Dead bird on the land. Storm inbound. Everything’s five by five here. Will do an exam cihangir escort and see if I can limp her home after the storm. How copy?”

“Loud and clear, are you OK?” the older man’s voice sounded worried, “Do I need to come to get you? Were you injured?”

“Negative on all counts, Kevin Billings is providing berth and hearth until after the storm passes. Hunker down there and stay warm.”

“Copy that, KL7BQV. The storm is moving over your location now. Be safe, daughter.”

“Will do, Papa.” She set the mic down, then slumped slightly, a soft whimper of pain escaping.

He looked at her for a long moment. “OK. Let’s try this again. Painkillers?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’d probably be good,” she murmured. “Didn’t want to take anything before I talked to him. I get… weird.”

“You want the OK stuff or the good shit?” he asked.

“The OK stuff,” she murmured. “The good shit will have me dancing around the cabin naked singing Christmas carols.”

He nodded, turning toward the toolbox again. “Good shit it is,” he murmured, pulling out a bottle of over-the-counter ibuprofen. Turning back to her, he sized her up and then said, “Take three of these,” handing her the bottle and getting down a glass to fill it with water from the sink. “Yes, I know they’re two hundred each and the bottle says two. The hospital will give you a thousand emm-gee capsule coming in with wounds like these. Take three and then in forty-five minutes, tell me how you feel, we can give you up to two more in four hours,” he stated, handing her the water.

She popped them back and drained the glass of water, “Thank you,” she murmured. “I appreciate the help.”

“Not going to leave you stranded. Not up here for sure. You don’t leave…,” he paused, then murmured, “people behind.” For a brief moment, his eyes looked haunted. Then it passed and he began cleaning up the toolbox, putting everything back in its place. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll put the crate away. He finished and took it into the bedroom. “Come on… You’re in here.”

“You’re cute and all, but we just met, and I don’t think I’d be giving a five-star performance right now.”

He sniffed. “I said you… were in here,” he looked back at her shaking his head, but there was a small smile at the corner of his lips through the beard and mustache.

“I’m not taking your bed,” she held up her good hand, “Yes, before you state that you’re giving it to me I comprehend that, but then I would have to ‘take’ it. Or if you want to make it pretty, ‘accept’ it. That’s not fair to you.”

His jaw tightened. He’d almost forgotten the myriad reasons he no longer spent time around other people. This was one of them. “All right. The couch folds out. It’s a harder mattress, you’re going to be a lot more uncomfortable, especially wounded like you are. You’ll likely tear your stitches so that we have to do this all over again tomorrow, and you’ll almost certainly sleep for shit.” He paused, then gestured. “Or the bed here is quite a bit more comfortable and the bathroom is right there. Your body will relax and heal better and you can get back to your dad sooner so he doesn’t worry.” He looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. “Your call.”

She opened her mouth to argue, then closed it, “Thank you for giving me your bed,” she finally said softly. Then her nose crinkled, “I don’t like your logic.”

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Neither did the eighty-three Marines that served under me over fifteen years or so,” he scoffed. “They got over it. You will too.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, “Well, then since the bed on the couch is so horrible, maybe you should just share the bed with me.” She turned and walked to her backpack, to grab it with her good hand.

He walked out and started pulling the cushions from the couch. “That’s OK. The word is that the performance is sub-par. I only bother with five-star performances for my… entertainment. I’m picky in my old age,” he snarked.

She rolled her eyes, then walked into the bedroom without responding. She headed for the small bathroom and cleaned up, changing into a long-sleeved t-shirt before crawling into bed. She lay on her stomach and closed her eyes. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out, and sleep.

She felt a lightweight next to her on the bed and shifted her head. It was a thick, folded-up blanket. “In case you get cold in here tonight. If this thing doesn’t keep you warm, nothing will.” He turned to the door and mostly closed it before turning his head back. “Caitlan?”

“Mmm?” she hummed quietly in question, not lifting her head.

“I’m glad you weren’t hurt worse, and…,” he trailed off for a long moment. “I’m sorry. I don’t… do people very well anymore. If I wake you up in the night, I’m sorry. Just… shut the door.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” she responded simply. “You’re doing just fine, and if you wake me up I’ll just go back to sleep.”

He nodded, closing the door further, but not all the way, that way the stove could still send heat into the room, but she had some privacy. He took out another one of those blankets and set it by the fold-out bed, then got under a much lighter one and closed his eyes. Maybe this would be the night he had peace. Maybe.

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Maja, wife of Sigvard Karlsson and stepmother of his son David, wagged her plump ass as the young, clean-shaven man stood behind her. She gasped as he took a firm grip around her hair and smacked her buttocks. She felt the usual shameful arousal when his stiff manhood pressed against her wet pussy. She embraced his shaft with muscles inside her cunt, met his hips as they began moving in a steady rhythm. His hand slid around her waist, reached to stimulate the pink pearl hidden on top of her wet folds. She spun like a cat as he firmly pulled her hair and increased the speed.

Maja saw herself gazing back from the mirror at front of the bed. Even though she was only four years from her forties, she was still hanging on to the beauty that had made her so notorious during her youth. Her looks had of course changed, but in the best possible way. A safe, shielded life had kept her skin smooth. Her discipline regarding food, alcohol and tobacco made her body well-rounded instead of thick or sinewy. And still, no major wrinkles or gray hairs had made their entrance.

She felt how the younger man, almost a boy as he was, pulled on her hair, forced her to kneel. She moaned as his lips kissed the back of her neck. One hand squeezed her stiff breasts as he drilled his cock deeper inside of her.

“Do you like when I fuck you, bitch?” he whispered in her ear.

“Mm,” moaned Maja.

“What do you think your husband would say if he saw you now?” Patrik asked, grabbing her throat with a firm grip.

The shame welled at the thought of Sigvard seeing her now, being fucked by this young, pimple-faced man, but for some reason – which Patrik was well aware of – it only made her pussy drip all the more.

“He would get angry,” Maja said.

“Would he punish you?” Patrik bit into her ear while he emphasized his words with even stronger thrusts against her ass.

“Maybe,” Maja moaned.

“He should, because you deserve it.” He pinched her hard nipples before pushing her face back onto the sheets. “This is how it goes when you are an unfaithful bitch.” He pulled out his cock and parted her buttocks. Without pardon, he pressed the cock against her forbidden hole, as he had done many times before. The sphincter gave way and his cock filled her tight bottom almost to the root.

It still hurt, but not like the first few times, when she hadn’t even been able to walk afterwards. The pain was quickly followed by pleasure these days, and came from more than just the feeling of his cock in her tightest, most sinful hole. It was also how forbidden it was, in both act and situation, as well as knowing that she was completely under his control.

Sigvard, her husband, was a strong man. But he had always been overly tender towards her, especially in the bedroom. A fine lover with his hands and tongue, but always in full control of himself. He had never forced her face against the sheets, hard enough to make her gasp for air, as he did what he wished with her helpless body. He had never torn off her dress, making buttons fly in all directions, while grabbing her face and pushing his cock deep into her mouth. He had never forced her to lie still on her back while jerking over her face and spraying his thick, white seed over her waiting face.

Patrik had done all these things the first night they met, and more since then.

She had spent two months at the capital, away from her husband and family. Tomorrow she would start her journey home and she had made it clear to Patrik this was their last night together. Of course, he had decided to make the best of it. He drilled his cock hard and deep between her buttocks and Maja felt an orgasm start its approach.

He filled her with his seed as she screamed in climax. She panted with her brows buried against the sheet as he playfully smacked her buttocks and pulled out his shrinking member. He lay down on his back next to her, resting his hands under his head. She put her cheek against his chest, as she knew he wanted.

“So you’re really leaving me tomorrow?” Patrik asked.

“It’s time,” Maja replied.

“You can stay. No one is forcing you to go back.”

Maja sighed. She had been afraid that this would happen. “No one is forcing me to go home. I just want to.”

Patrik was silent and she could feel his chest getting tense. She regretfully closed her eyes as she knew what was coming.

“I love you.”

“You are cute,” Maja replied, kissing his cheek. “But you know I belong to someone else.”

“He’s not enough for you.”

“It … that’s not true,” Maja replied.

“Why else are you with me?”

“It’s not that simple …”

Patrik looked down at her. “Do you regret being with me?”

“No,” said Maja. “And yes.”

“Can you give a fucking answer at some point? Do you love me or not?”

Damn, she had known it would lead to this. From the first moment, she had known that this was the final destination. A broken heart for him, and eternal shame for her.

“No, I do not,” she said as tenderly as she could. “I love my husband.”

Her chin hit the bed as Patrik got up and began to dress. “Thanks for the answer,” he said just bağcılar escort before leaving her alone in the hotel room. Maja did nothing to stop him. Instead she sank deeper between the sheets while staring up at the ceiling. She was not a stupid woman. She had known this was going to happen. And how the shame would strike at her. She closed her eyes. There was no taking back what was already done. It was time to face the consequences.

***

A few days later, Mr. Sigvard Karlsson sat behind his desk with a newly opened letter in his hand. The letter was from a certain Patrik Stark. Judging from the tone and handwriting, the sender was a young well-off man, probably living in the more dainty parts of Stockholm.

Anger made Sigvard shake as the contents hit him, further spurred by the arrogant wording throughout the letter. He wanted to crumble it and throw it away, followed by a chair and possibly his most expensive table, into the wall. But through all the anger an inner voice managed to make itself heard: “And how innocent are you, Mr Karlsson?”.

Images of a girl with fair skin and curly hair, kneeling with his cock deep in her mouth, appeared. Another of him “punishing” her with both palms and a thin rod, and later fucking her as a reward when she’s proven her obedience. For two months Sigvard had enjoyed his very own slave, a young not-so-innocent lamb to do what he wanted with. And if he was honest with himself, he wouldn’t have given up on this newfound pleasure when Maja returned.

Alas, he had no right to be angry. Any sin she might have committed, he was equally guilty of.

But still he was angry.

Someone knocked on the door. “Mrs. Karlsson is here, sir,” said Lisa and curtsied. Sigvard dropped the letter on the table and perused his new maid. He thought Sara was a wonderful young girl, with all that entailed. In any village or lesser town, she would be hailed as the great beauty. But Lisa was more than just beautiful or cute. She dazzled every room she stepped into. She had a doll-sweet face with smooth, porcelain-like features, sun-golden hair and bright eyes. Her body was well turned, the hips just wide enough to be described as curvy, and she had started to fill out those dresses a bit more during her time here – slowly making up for what had previously been missing as a child growing up in a poor family. And her breasts … even through the fabric of her dress, he could still make out the beautiful forms – firm and made to be fondled and squeezed.

In ancient times, a great war had been fought between the united city-states of Greece and Troy, just for one woman. Sigvard imagined that Helene might have approached Lisa’s beauty. To have such a revelation in front of him … lying on her back, naked, with the legs parted, hunger burning in those innocent eyes of hers…

Sigvard realized he was not only staring, but also building an erection while so doing. He forced his thoughts back to the present. His plans for Lisa were in motion, but now he had to focus on the present.

“Tell her to meet me up here, if you would, my dear.”

“Yes, Mr. Karlsson.” The girl curtsied again – slightly overcompensating – and left. Sigvard reached for the letter and read the words one last time before Maja walked into the room. She could most likely feel something in the air, because she stopped at the doorstep and looked at the letter still in his hand. “I suppose that must have just arrived?”

“Hello, darling.”

His voice must have been cold, despite his attempts of light-hearted flippancy, as she just lowered her gaze and sighed. “Patrik?”

“Yes.” He stared at his wife, waiting for an answer. She truly was beautiful. He was almost surprised at how much her betrayal hurt him. Once you had lived with one person long enough, it was easy to forget what those feelings you’ve taken for granted truly meant. Easy to forget what love really was. But when he pictured her with another man’s cock in her mouth… his gorgeous wife satisfying some spoiled city brat with that beautiful, mellow body of hers… that’s when he remembered how much she truly meant for him. And the shame towards his own recent decisions multiplied.

“I was … confused,” Maja said. “He … I was not strong enough.” Her voice was colored by shame and she fiddled with a curly lock as she spoke, her eyes lowered to the floor.

“So you fucked him?”

She seemed shocked by his language, but nodded.

“Come here,” said Sigvard.

Hesitantly she crossed the distance between them, until she stood just a few feet from him. He looked at her. She was not old, but her youth was behind her. And the journey had made her blossom. The curly hair framed a mature but wrinkle-free face, with full lips and usually playful eyes, like a kitten sneaking up on its master, intent on slaying his wicked fingers. He touched her cheek. “Do you love Patrik?”

She opened her eyes. “No. Never. You’re my one love. Truly.”

“But yet you let him fuck you? Several times?”

She nodded with a lowered gaze.

“How many times?”

She drew in her breath. “Every night for a month.”

Sigvard escort bahçelievler felt himself stiffen. Every night? How long had it been since they used to fuck every night??

His hand moved downwards while the battle between jealousy and anger raged in his mind. Was he not guilty of that exact same crime? Had he not fucked another girl practically every night during this same month? And just “fucking” wouldn’t be enough to describe it.

“Something is wrong between us,” he whispered. “It’s been for a long time now.”

She raised her eyes hesitantly “What do you mean?”

“What you’ve done … and what I’ve done … it’s symptoms.”

“What have you done?”

“We have both sinned … against God and one another.”

She frowned in confusion for a second before her face shifted. “Oh.” She was silent for a moment. “Who?”

Sigvard thought. Their infidelity was a symptom of something … But maybe it did not have to be a disease … Maybe it could be something good? He decided to put all the cards on the table.

“Sara!” he called.

Maja turned confusedly towards the door when the young maid cautiously stepped in and curtsied. “Yes, sir?”

With her hair braided in two cute pigtails, the feet bare on the cold floor, and that slim dress, she looked ridiculously cute.

“Her?” Maja asked.

Sigvard took his wife by the hand and whispered softly. “We can turn this around. Let me show you.” He kissed her cheek and neck before raising his voice towards his young slave. “Sara, explain to my wife what we have done in her absence.”

Sara blushed and nervously clasped her hands in front of dress. She stammered, “Everything, sir?”

“All of it.”

“Mr. Karlsson has taught me to be an obedient girl. He has taught me to suck his cock and take it deep in my throat. He has taught me how to best satisfy him when we fuck. If I am obedient, he rewards me with his warm seed, and if I disobey, he will punish me.”

Maja looked with wide eyes at the girl who spoke so frankly. Sara’s face turned redder.

“How did he punish you?” Maja whispered.

“By whipping my ass or pussy.”

“He whipped you … between the legs?”

Sara nodded, her face red as wine.

“Do you want me to show you?” whispered Sigvard in Maja’s ear. His wife stood still for a moment and while staring at the girl, but her breathing was heavy and a cute blush was spreading on her cheeks.

“Yes,” she croaked silently.

“Sara, sit down at the table.”

The girl obediently walked over to the desk and sat on its edge. “Like this, sir?”

“Good. Now, pull up your skirt.”

The girl blushed deeper, but parted her legs as she pulled up the hem of her dress. Her smooth, wet pussy exposed itself to Maria and Sigvard. Sigvard heard Maja catch her breath. Her gaze was fixed on the glistening, hairless pussy.

“Caress yourself, Sara.”

The young, fair-haired girl ran her fingers between her legs. With gentle movements she moved a finger up and down the slightly parted slit.

“Do you want to feel?” he asked. Maja stretched out a hand as if in a trance and touched gently on the wet surface of the young pussy. She moved a finger along the pink lips, widening her eyes as Sara let out a soft moan. The tip of her finger became wet as the girl’s eyes turned glassy, squirming in pleasure as a woman touched her most sacred part for the first time.

“What are we doing?” Maja whispered as she raised her finger to Sigvard, who took it in his mouth and licked the juices.

“We are discovering what we have been missing before, darling,” he said. His hand slid down over his wife’s back, toward her waist and hips. He squeezed her ass through the dress fabric. “Touch her again.”

Maja’s hand returned to Sara, who raised the pussy to meet her. Sigvard slid around his wife and slowly pulled up the hem of the dress as she stood leaning between the girl’s thighs. He bared her legs and lace-covered buttocks. He pulled her underwear down her waist and dropped them to the floor while unbuttoning his pants, freeing the screaming cock from its prison.

“You’ve shaved,” he said.

“Patrik forced me,” Maja mumbled as her hand played with Sara’s labia.

“Keep it up,” said Sigvard, putting his throbbing tip against her swelling mouse. She was as horny as the girl on the table, which the juices down her thighs tattled. “I’m going to fuck you now, honey.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered and moaned as Sigvard buried himself to the root inside her with a single deep thrust. She anchored her hands against Sara’s slender thighs as Sigvard began to fuck her hard. He detached one of her breasts from the tight-fitting dress and massaged it while thrusting harder and harder into his wife’s hot pussy. Sara watched with wide eyes as they fucked just inches from her face.

“Caress yourself, slut,” Sigvard ordered and Sara began to rub her pussy with legs spread wide and Maja’s face rocking inches from the parted, glittering folds.

“Spank your pussy!”

Sara obeyed immediately. A splashing SLAP sounded as her palm slammed between her legs.

Maja bakırköy escort had her eyes fixed on the young creature in front of her. Their eyes locked as Sara punished her pussy again with her hand and Maja moaned from horniness and pleasure. She wanted to take it to the next step, as Patrik had done with her.

“Bring your back legs more. Show me your tightest hole,” she ordered gruffly. Sara’s eyes widened even more as she pulled her legs up further and fully exposed herself to her master and mistress. “Did you fuck her there?” Maja asked her husband as he thrust into her from behind.

“No,” he grumbled. “Not yet.”

“Tonight you will do it.” She kept her voice steady, despite the cock pumping in and out of her pussy. “And you have to be ready, Sara. Put one finger in. No, the other hand. Keep stroking yourself at the same time.” It was almost exactly the same words that Patrik had used against her. He had also made her caress herself for him, on a chair in front of the bed. When he had told her that he was going to fuck her ass, she had been both nervous and a little excited.

Sara’s eyes were locked to hers as the maid put her finger to the tight, wrinkly hole below the pussy. Slowly, with a gasp, her fingertip pushed through the resistance, entering her own asshole for the first time, all while rubbing her pussy with the other hand. She exhaled as she leaned further back.

“Good. Good,” Maja whispered. “Now, deeper. Push past the nail.”

Sara forced the finger deeper in her ass while rubbing her clit faster and faster.

“I’ll show you,” Maja said, bending forward, down between the girl’s legs. She gently pulled out the girl’s finger and moistened her own with a little saliva. She touched on the wrinkled skin covering the small, tight opening. “Relax, try not to tense.” Slowly she penetrated the girl’s asshole with her index finger.

Sara drew in a deep breath and her ass closed tight around Maja’s finger as she slid deeper into the girl’s rear hole. Centimeter by centimeter, she stretched the girl’s ass while Sara herself rubbed the hard, moist clit. Sara pulled her legs up, raising her bare feet towards the air. Maja began to fuck her tight hole in rhythm with the splashing from Saras pussy.

“Keep going,” grumbled Sigvard, who already felt himself closing on climax. Maja moaned, eyes fixed on the maid’s swollen pussy. She slapped on it with her free hand, first gently but then harder. Sara responded with loud moans. After a few minutes, her body began to shake in orgasm and Maja buried her face between the girl’s legs, feeling the ecstasy run through the young girl.

That was enough to drag Sigvard over the finish line. He pulled out and let his semen squirt over Maja’s buttocks. Maja raised her face as she leaned on the girl’s slender thighs.

“My God,” she mumbled.

“Slut, clean us,” ordered Sigvard. Sara stepped down from the table and knelt in front of Sigvard. She took his cock in her mouth, cleaning it with tongue and lips. Then she turned to Maja’s ass, and without further ado she slowly licked the semen from her buttocks. Maja stood still, leaning over the table and catching her breath as the young maid cleaned her.

“You are a very good maid,” Maja said at last.

“Very good,” Sigvard confirmed, stroking the girl’s cheek. He kissed her lips. Maja pulled down the hem of the dress from her buttocks and stood up. She joined her husband, caressed the maid’s cheek. Sara looked shyly at her, but parted her lips as Maja leaned forward for a kiss. Their tongues met and Maja felt the taste of Sigvard’s semen. She wrapped a hand around the girl’s throat, a tender yet firm grip. “Tonight, Sigvard will fuck you in the ass.”

Sara nodded obediently, albeit with some hesitation.

“But before I do that, you should get an assignment,” said the farmer.

“What, sir?”

Sigvard smiled at his wife.

***

It was night. Lisa lay dozing in bed with Sara’s warm body close to her side. It had been weeks since she arrived at the farm, and the two girls were still sharing a mattress. Lisa had started to suspect that the delay wasn’t accidental. A week had passed since she spied on her master and Sara’s nocturnal adventures but the memory was still clear, ingrained in her mind every time she closed her eyes. She pictured Sara’s pussy and ass being spanked with the thin rod. She saw the maid willingly parting her legs in anticipation for another lash. She saw Mr. Karlsson getting ready in front of Sara’s cute, tear-covered face as he started to push his cock deep in her throat. Her face getting red and covered in saliva while Mr. Karlsson fucked it without any sign of gentleness.

Lisa could not help but curl up in the bed and press her moist crotch against the mattress. A whole week had passed since she touched herself to orgasm while peeking at their sinful act. Since then, every night had been torture. With Sara next to her, it was difficult to access her pussy without drawing suspicion. And it didn’t get any better when Sara insisted on squirming close to her back, often with one arm over her hip. Sometimes she felt fingers massaging her thighs or playing with the hem of her nightgown. But nothing more. And when they woke up in the morning, no words about it were spoken. Maybe Sara was only doing it in her sleep, and thus unaware of how it affected Lisa? Did she dream about the big farmer and did not know what her hands were doing?

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If it’s your first time dropping by, thank you for being here! This is another chapter in my series but each chapter is written so it can be enjoyed in isolation as well. So if this is your first one, please continue and if you like what you read, check out the other entries too. Enjoy!

This was the first time I was waking up in his bed after finally, actually spending all night together. He was still asleep, I just stared at him. His dark brown hair was so thick it had become all ruffled. There was something so relaxing about being with him, at his house, an hour away from my home, all of my stresses of work and life were not bothering me at all.

“Good morning you, I could get used to waking up to see you next to me”. He yawned, as he got comfortable and cuddled me, letting my head fall onto his bare chest. “I hope you slept well?”

“I did, I was exhausted after last night. Got any ideas for what we could do today?” I replied.

“I do. I have a couple of jobs to run in town but I thought we could eat out for lunch and whilst I’m doing my jobs I thought you could do some shopping and I have a secret task for you.”

“Secret task? Sounds interesting, what is it?” I asked.

“Well, it’s a secret, I’ll tell you when we get there.”

We got showered, dressed and had some breakfast and made our way into the town. When we got to the mall he opened his wallet and took out about £200 in cash.

“So, your secret mission” He began. “I want you to go and pick up some things from the lingerie shops. I have nothing against your cute pyjamas but I would like something a little more… naughty for you to sleep in when you are here. Next I would like you to get a nice lingerie set you can show-off for me tonight and finally, pick out a sex toy we could play with tonight.” He said. It was like He had an in-built switch, whenever he was in ‘dominating’ mode his voice would become serious but fun and seductive but stern. I adored this voice, it did things deep inside me.

So I went off to perform my secret task. I love going out to buy new lingerie when I can afford it but being given the money to go out and pick something specifically for someone else to where added a whole extra dimension of fun to the activity. I picked out a black lacy set with bra, panties and suspenders, picked up a soft partially transparent teddy for sleeping in, then I had a look at the sex toys. I had one vibrator at home, which I knew wasn’t great but I knew how to get it to do what I needed, but I had bought it on-line. They had vibrators, dildos, anal plugs I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, I felt too embarrassed, so I paid for the things I had got and went to meet him for lunch.

“So, did you have fun picking out some outfits?” He asked.

“I loved it, I was in my element, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” I replied cheekily.

“I can’t wait to see it. Did you get any toys for us?” He asked.

“I’m şişli escort sorry I didn’t I chickened out I just got too embarrassed.” I said shyly.

“Is that right? Well we haven’t really talked about it this yet but if we were further along in our relationship, I think you’d have to be punished for that.” He said in a fun cheeky kind of way but also with that tone that meant he meant it.

“Punished!” I giggled “Do you going to spank me here, in public?” I responded very cheekily, I found myself being drawn into the role play in this naughty defiant way. He laughed too.

“Well maybe but I don’t think we can quite get away with that.” He said and he paused to think for a minute “What I’d probably have you do, is when we are in the restaurant, I’d want you to slip away to the bathroom, remove your panties, bring them back and pass them to me under the table.” We both giggled about it, I knew he wanted me to do it but I respected that we hadn’t really talked about boundaries yet so there was no expectation. I loved the idea, It didn’t seem too bad or risky, but it got my mind racing and made my heart start going a bit. I was going to do it, but didn’t tell him, I wanted to surprise him. I was starting to see the appeal of this whole lifestyle, even a simple shopping and lunch trip could be made exciting with these naughty games.

We got to the restaurant and after we had placed our order I made my excuse to go to the bathroom. I was wearing tight white jeans and some normal everyday thongs. The bathroom at the restaurant was quite small and only had two stalls, one of which was occupied, I went into the free one and locked the door. I had to start by taking off my shoes then taking off my jeans and trying to find somewhere I could put them that wouldn’t get them dirty, I was very concious of the occupant of the stall next to me, the dividers were thin, surely she could hear me and wonder what the hell I was doing. Next it was time to take off my thongs, all of this excitement had got my juices flowing leaving about a once inch patch on the inside, in normal circumstances I might have felt a bit shy about this but I knew He would love it. Standing completely bottomless in a restaurant bathroom stall knowing someone was just the other side was exhilarating, it made me feel nervous, good nervous. It was like we were playing this game no one else knew about, people would see me go in and out of the bathroom and have no idea I had to take off my clothes and would be walking past them back to my table with no panties on. I got dressed and then had the problem of the panties, It’s quite hard to bunch them up to fit in your hand without anyone noticing what you are carrying, so I threw them in my little bag. I walked back to our table, luckily we had a curved booth so I unzipped my bag.

“Hold our your hand.” I said with a sultry voice.

“You didn’t?” He was shocked, then he smiled escort avcılar that naughty smile. He reached out his hand across the bench and we made the swap as discretely as we could. He took my panties and put them in his coat pocket, careful not to let anyone see. “You are a very good girl”. I think this was the first time I realised I definitely had a praise kink, making him happy, or obeying him really turned me on, although now I needed to make sure I didn’t get too excited given I had no panties on and my tight jeans were right up against my now naked pussy.

Later that night…

We made it up to the bedroom and it was time for me to show him what I had picked up earlier. He lay on the bed and asked me to go and change into my outfit in the bathroom and surprise me with it. I took off all my clothes and put on the lacy black bra, panties, suspenders and tights set that I had picked up earlier. I had never warn suspenders before and had a little difficulty getting them attached but then I looked at myself in the mirror and even I thought I looked hot. I loved the way the suspenders and tights pulled up my ass cheek, making my ass look slightly bigger and well rounded. I opened the door and tried a sultry slow walk towards him “Perhaps I should practice this back home” I thought to myself, then I crawled onto the bed.

“Wow.” He said with genuine surprise. “You look unbelievable in that.” I crawled towards him on the bed and lay down next to him on my side, my boobs spilling out towards him in this push up bra. “I’ve had the most amazing weekend with you, what do you think, could you get used to this sort of lifestyle?” He asked.

“It’s… intense sometimes. But I think I can see myself getting addicted to the thrill of it.” I replied. I was right, this intense, sexual relationship was such an escapism from the droll of my current life.

“You are so beautiful.” He said and he leaned over and kissed me passionately. “So it’s official then? Do you want to be my little slut, who I am going to take good care of?” I thought for a moment, I almost didn’t notice he called me a slut, it felt natural, I did want to be his slut.

“Yes… I want it. “I replied trying to be serious and sexy too.

“Good, there’s just one more thing we need to cover and then it’s definitely on. We need to decide what our limits are and our roles. Firstly we need a safe word, if we’re ever encroaching into something you are not comfortable with, or you don’t like my command you can get out of it no strings attached OK. I take that very seriously.” He said.

“Yeah of course, erm how about… pineapple?” I have no idea why I said ‘pineapple’, I think it was possibly the cocktail we had early but I cringe at myself for saying it. It eventually became a long-running joke for us. He laughed.

“Sure, that will probably work. Any hard limits on things you wouldn’t want us to do?” He asked. avrupa yakası escort At the time I was sexually inexperienced but I did like watching and reading porn from time to time so I had a vague idea of the parts I wasn’t into.

“I don’t really know, I guess part of this is exploring those limits but let’s say, nothing too extreme, like nothing that leaves a permanent mark or anything and no toilet stuff either.” I answered.

“Agreed! Although, do you include pee stuff in that?” He asked. His question and intonation was enough to tell me the answer to my next question, but I asked it anyway.

“Why? Do you want to do pee stuff?” I asked, with a question I didn’t know I’d ever be asking.

“Well, I feel like I might want to try it, I just don’t want to rule it out if that makes sense. How about this, if it ever comes up, and you don’t want to try it, just safe word out of it and we’ll never do it again. Does that sound reasonable?”

“Yeah OK, that sounds reasonable.” I trusted him, I didn’t know yet whether that is something I would do but you never know in the moment. He continued.

“Are there any kinks or fetishes that you have that you want to explore?”

“I like it when you praise me.” I answered, after having unlocked that kink over the past week.

“Well you just keep being a perfect, obedient slut and I’ll keep rewarding you.” This made me turn red, I didn’t know why it worked on me, but it sure did.

“How about anal have you done much anal stuff?” He asked.

“I had one boyfriend who would try and stick his finger in during doggy but he wasn’t very gentle and we tried anal once and it didn’t go too well.”

“I am sorry for you. Would this something you might be up for trying again, if we went slower?”

“Yes OK I think so.” I found myself stumbling across anal porn from time to time but never explored it successfully yet. He moved onto his next item.

“When we are together, I want you available to me at all times, for whenever I may need you and to obey my instructions.” I giggled a little bit, he had clearly been memorising this list for some time.

“OK that sounds fun.” I replied, not entirely sure of the practical implications but thought I’d roll with it.

“I think I just have one last fetish.” He said with another nervous laugh, I laughed too, partly due to the unreal nature of it all and possibly the anticipation of what me possibly might say next.

“Cum. I want to cum in your pussy, your ass, your mouth and over every part of your body. Have you ever swallowed before?”

“No, I mean I used to let one of my previous boyfriends cum in my mouth occasionally but I just always spat it out in the sink.” I replied.

“Well that sounds like our first training lesson. I want you addicted to my cum. When we’re finished training you, you will beg me for it, and when you are apart from me you will crave it.” He said in his sexy but serious voice, his ‘master’ voice. For the first time ever I replied.

“Yes master.”

“Hmm, I could get used to hearing that.” He said. Our roles had definitely been established now, I had entered into this exciting new relationship and so far everything we had done I absolutely loved.

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I wake up in my room, the soft glow of the LED lights providing subtle illumination behind the toys on the walls around the room. The French doors between the dungeon and Ben’s area are closed, which is unusual, and I don’t think they have ever been closed when I visited. I sit up and see my ankle chained to the bed frame with a lock instead of the usual clips. I reach down and pull on it, testing to see if he forgot to clasp it, but no such luck.

Laying down in a huff, I wonder what time it is as there is no clock or windows to measure time. Ben indirectly told me with the lock that I should stay put; I accepted that I was stuck here until he retrieved me. Music playing in the distance, the beats faintly reaching my room. The party must still be going on. I try to remember how I got to the bed or bound to it; the last thing I remember was orgasm after orgasm, locked in the cage downstairs.

Without a blanket, I feel the cool air on my naked body as I stretch out on the bed, my body still stiff from the earlier restraints. Casually petting myself, my fingertips brush against my nipples, still tender from the piercings but no longer throbbing. Sliding my hand down, I realize I’m not wearing the chastity belt, and no additional toys are filling me.

It has been over a year since I beyoğlu escort had laid in a bed without anything stopping me from touching myself; the thought causes me to notice the wet state of my still-swollen lips. Reliving what happened earlier, I slide my finger further in me; my pussy feels on fire, still excited from being in the cage with the large vibrating dildo. I move my other hand so my fingers can touch my clit, finding it swollen and sensitive. Barely touching it, the swollen nub starts to pulse excitedly, begging to be rubbed.

Being cuffed to the bed and Ben nowhere in sight, I lay on my side with one knee up so my opening was closer to my waiting hands. Using my fingers, I move two of them in and out of the soaked opening, using my hand to rub my clit, going faster and faster until I can add another finger, then another until I end up having my hand up to my knuckles wiggling inside me.

I am looser than usual, as the dildo stretched me a little. Scooting down so I could lean on the footboard, I continue pumping my hand up to my knuckles, finding my g-spot. I moan in pleasure; my hand gets more lubricated as my pussy is so happy I am playing with it again.

Thinking back to one of Ben’s videos, I wonder if I could put my whole fist in, allowing escort ataköy my fingers to rub all the nooks and crannies.

As my foot is chained to the bed, my movement options are limited; I scoot myself to have more slack with the chain and pull my legs behind my head, holding them in place with the back of my arms. My pussy is now at the closest point I could make it.

I rub my wet hole again with one hand while the other rubs the clit. Even with the activities of before, my delicate hand is too big to plunge into my core. Pointing my fingers and trying to make my hand as small as possible, I move it in and out, the wetness making the whole area slick, leaving my hand fully lubed and easier to slide in and out, faster and faster. As I feel the orgasm build, I try to move my body to curve myself closer, allowing my arm to gain more leverage.

Continuing to work my hole, loving the feeling of slowly stretching myself, I find I’m slowly making progress, able to slide my hand ever closer. While the orgasm is building, my hand slides past my knuckles; the feeling of my hand at its widest point inside me feels indescribable.

I pause to look at myself and get the image of myself as a puppet; I giggle through my moans as this is the most scandalous thing mecidiyeköy escort I have ever done to myself. Through my moans and giggles, I remind myself to be quiet, knowing how much trouble I would be if caught.

Refocusing, I continue pushing while my other hand plays with my swollen nub. Finely it slides all the way in, going up past my wrist. I take a deep breath as that final push made me a bit sensitive and take a moment to note that I have fully impaled myself. I had never known fisting was a thing until Ben opened my eyes to the world of kink.

My hand feels incredible inside my dripping core; I can touch every nook as I move my fingers around. The orgasm creeps over me as I tickle my fingers inside myself. I make a fist and try to pull my hand out so that it catches on all sides of my wet hole. Being entirely trapped, my fist opened the possibilities of what I could do to myself. Keeping my hand in a fist, I push/pull harder without fearing my hand flying out.

I continue to fist myself when the orgasm which has been building comes on as slow waves, the countless orgasms I had earlier having spent so much of my energy. Allowing my legs to spring out from behind my head, I lay there on my side and slowly moved my fingers inside my core, enjoying the feeling of being so full and slowly petting myself from the inside.

I continue to lay there listening to the music in the distance as I say to myself I’m only going to close my eyes for a minute when I drift off to sleep feeling happy and content with my life, being Ben’s submissive and all it entailed.

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