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Not even a week into my new job as a part-time, live-in nanny, I’d been fucking the wife, Cathy, for three days, and had managed to seduce the husband, John, just last night. I was pretty sure I could have got him to ‘cum’ around sooner, except that he’d been out of town!

The next morning, I lay in bed until I heard the garage door opening, and John’s car pulling out of the driveway. A moment later, I heard Cathy calling up the stairs.

“Christie? Are you awake?”

I leapt out of bed, naked, and went flying down the stairs.

“Look at you, young lady! You didn’t want to put on even a little clothing? What if John forgot his wallet or something?”

“Oh, God, Cathy, I just have to talk about last night. It was amazing – you wouldn’t believe! I could have made him do anything!” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips. She opened to me immediately, and we just kissed for the next few minutes, exploring each others mouths and bodies – her hands roving all over me as I struggled to pull her t-shirt over her head without breaking the kiss.

I’d never been attracted to women, but Cathy’s Asian features, huge tits, world-class legs and waist-length black hair entrapped me the first time I saw her. Now, I couldn’t get enough of her.

Finally, we broke long enough to get her shirt off, and she said: “Thank you, Christie. He came home so horny last night, that we had the best sex EVER. And if that wasn’t enough, he fucked me just 10 minutes ago, and now his cum is dripping down my leg. Come and help me clean up!”

Giggling like a pair of grade-school girls, we ran hand-in-hand down the hall to her bedroom, where I threw her on her bed and dove into her muff. I licked the stream of cum from the inside of her thigh, then moved on to her pussy. Swirling my tongue around and around her outer lips, I cleaned off every trace of their combined juices, then I reached forward and spread her lips gently with the index fingers of both hands, and delicately dipped my tongue into her tunnel.

Cathy groaned with pleasure, and I lapped deeper. I’d tasted both Cathy and John before, and loved them both, but I was thrilled to find that their combined flavors made as much difference as blending Merlot and Cabernet to make a fine Bordeaux. [I study enology – I’m afraid I can’t help using wine metaphors!] I raised my head and looked up at Cathy’s face. She grinned at me, then took hold of both ears and forced my face back down to her pussy. I happily resumed my breakfast.

I ran my tongue the length of her slit, then deep into her vagina. I slurped and sucked, then pulled back and nibbled at her inner lips, then back again as deep as my tongue could reach. Cathy began to moan When I could no longer taste John’s cum, only Cathy’s free flowing honey, I pulled back a little and pulled on her clit with my lips, wrapping my tongue around it, then flicking across it. I felt the tremors building in her body, then her hips began to buck and I reached up to find her nipples and twisted them gently.

“Ohhhh. Christie, make me cum! Ahhhhhhhhh!”

She shuddered once more, and collapsed – literally drained, as I swallowed the last of her juice. I slid up to lie next to her and rested my head on her beautiful breasts.

“When do you have to leave for work?”

“I’m officially seeing my obstetrician, right now – so around 10:00.”

Cathy was five months pregnant with her second child, so she could probably get away with that story pretty often – and if her co-workers thought she was seeing the OB rather often, they’d just be sympathetic to a mother having a difficult pregnancy.

“Oh, great! Thanks for the promotion – as far as I can tell you’re doing fine. But I’m worried that you may not be getting enough sex, so I’ll write you a prescription.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate your concern.”

“That’s DOCTOR sweetheart, please. Show some respect.”

We laughed, and then she asked the question she’d been aching to have answered – “So what happened last night?”

“Well, I met him at the airport, and he tried to kiss my cheek, but I manoeuvred him into kissing me on the lips, and when I showed him how willing I was, it turned into a pretty steamy clench! So, it turned out that he just happens to be looking after a colleague’s apartment, where I agreed to go with him – did you know about this place?”

“Sure. Erich is German, and still has projects going on back home, so he spends a lot of time back there.”

“You don’t think he’s taking other women back there, do you?”

“No, I really believe you’re the first woman he’s tried to cheat with.”

“Well, anyway, when we got to his car, he tried to slip his hand up my dress, and I told him he was a naughty boy, and Nanny might have to discipline him. You should have seen him light up! Did you really not know that he liked to be dominated?”

“Cross my heart, I had no idea!’

“As soon as we were in the apartment, I made him give me his belt and strip – then when he just dropped cihangir escort his clothes on the floor, I called him a slob and strapped him with his own belt. I took him to the bedroom, tied him to the bed, and came all over him – but I wouldn’t let HIM cum! I told him I was sending him home to you.”

“You primed his pump beautifully, my dear! He was a little overexcited, and had an accident when we first started…”

“I know – I was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine, listening,” I smirked.

“… but that meant that when I got him stiff again, he was able to do an especially good job. He was particularly attentive.”

“So, can we keep him? Can we make him our sex slave?”, I asked anxiously.

“A wise man once said, ‘No man can serve two masters.’ Strange as it may seem, at a time like this, it feels like a violation of my marriage vows. I didn’t promise to “honor and obey”, but neither did he. So, I’m afraid we can’t, dear.”

I must have looked like somebody had just kicked my dog, because she laughed and said: “but I don’t mean you shouldn’t, silly. I’m cool with you making him your slave, just as long as you remember that he’s MY husband. It’s a huge turn-on for me, and apparently for him. I just don’t think I can bring myself to discipline him, myself … except, of course, for the punishment he deserves for cheating on me!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the bestest birthday present ever!”

“I thought your birthday was in February,” she said, puzzled.

“It is! Thanks for giving me my present early!”

“You’re welcome – there’s something else I should be doing for you, too,” and she started to stroke my pussy.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to just lay here like this until you have to go. I’ve had more sex in the last three days than in the entire last year, and I’m well sated. I’d just like to cuddle with the woman I love.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

After a moment, I wondered: “You do appreciate the irony, I hope, of wanting to punish him for cheating on you, while we’re lying here after I just finished eating you?”

“That’s not the same thing at all! I always wanted us to share you, and he wanted you for himself.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, a little sceptically – after all, they hadn’t ‘shared’ me, though we’d all had sex with each other at different times. Still, Mama always said not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Of course, Mama would have told me not to get into this sort of situation, too, but what does she know? The mere existence of my step-father suggests she isn’t an expert in relationship planning.

“So what’s the next step?”

“Well, I’m new to the ‘Domme’ business, myself, so I’m just winging it. But I’ll make another trip to ‘Venus and Adonis’ this morning, to pick up a few accessories. I absolutely need some restraints and a collar, but Jill will know what I need.”

“Is this the same Jill who introduced you to the pleasures of womanly love? Should I be jealous?”

“Yes, and no! I did tell you that making love to a woman didn’t turn me on until I met you. Perhaps, it was because I’m turned on by dominating John – Jill’s dominant, too. I didn’t know that then, but it would certainly explain our incompatibility. One of these days, I’ll have to introduce you and John to Jill and Stephanie, her … slave, I guess. I’m not really sure what the correct term would be – they are certainly not ‘partners’, except perhaps in the business sense, but I think Stephanie only stays because she wants to, which isn’t really a ‘slave’ relationship.

“Anyway, I’ll spend the afternoon training him. If all goes well, you can join us on Saturday – I’ll have him tied and blindfolded, and you can decide when you want to reveal yourself.”

“Oh, God, I can hardly wait!”

She kissed me, and this time when I felt her hand move between my legs, I didn’t try to stop her. I rolled onto my back, and she followed me. Taking a nipple into her mouth she rolled it in her tongue, then spat it out like a peach pit, repeating the process on the other side.

“I love your beautiful little peaches, my dear.”

“I’m pretty fond of those enormous melons you’re waving at me too,” I said, squeezing a nipple and making her tremble. “But I wouldn’t want the strain it must put on your back.”

Laughing, she swung her leg across my face, then with the previously mentioned fruits dragging sensuously across my belly, licked her way south. As her tongue passed my belly button, her pussy came into view and I puller her hips towards my face. Just as my outstretched tongue reached her pussy, I felt hers touch my clit, and a small tremor ran from my vagina up through my belly.

Cathy slowly ate me to ecstasy as I tried to do the same for her.

“Ooh – I don’t taste my John in there.”

“Sorry – I’ll save some for you next time,” I panted. “I made him cum on me, and then lick me clean, as part of his training.”

“‘S okay. You always taste fulya escort so sweet.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond, as I’d found a particularly effective spot to nibble, and she gasped and her thighs clenched hard on my head, putting an end to chat.

We took it slow and gentle, the tension slowly building. I licked her pussy lips, probing as deeply as I could with my tongue, thrusting deep into her channel, then pulling back to suck her clit into my mouth, and twirl my tongue around it. Since I couldn’t use my hands on her cunt, I played with her breasts, stroking them both and tugging lightly on the nipples.

Meanwhile, Cathy was using tongue, lips and fingers on me. As she pushed three fingers deep into my hole, and licked my clit, I felt myself getting closer to climax. I nudged her forward a couple of inches, allowing my tongue to move further down her slit, then on until I touched her anus.

She shrieked, and raised her butt out of my reach, then slowly sank back to my face.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “That was just a surprise. Do it again … please.” She applied her tongue back to my pussy.

I licked straight across her hole, then started to spiral around it with my tongue, slowly getting closer to the center. When I reached my target, she sighed, and as my tongue pressed more firmly on the very centre of her asshole, the sphincter relaxed briefly and let me in. I’d had a finger in here, and she always came quickly afterwards, but never my tongue. I expected I had very little time.

Cathy was clearly getting very excited – and so was I! Her fingers were moving faster and faster in my wet hole, and we were both short of breath. I probed her rosebud with my tongue, circling it and feeling it first relax, then suddenly constrict again as her orgasm arrived.

“I’m cumming!!”, she screamed – then thrust the hand in my twat, as far as it would go. The pain was enough to trip me, and I joined her scream as I came too.

As we sank almost back into sleep, the baby monitor awoke to the sound of little Kevin’s cries. I dragged myself back to wakefulness, and suggested: “You go and have your shower and I’ll take care of Kevin – and make coffee for you.”

“You’re a wonderful nanny. Thank you.”

* * *

After Cathy left for work – taking Kevin with her to drop at the daycare on the way – I had my own shower, and planned my day. I had about two hours if I was to be prepared before I had to meet John. I got out the clothes I intended to wear for him: a red leather Merry Widow, which makes my tits look bigger than they really are and leaves my nipples exposed, and thigh-high boots with six inch heels. I decided panties would be either surplus or impossible (who really wants to wear a leather thong?) I stuffed them into my backpack, and got on my bicycle, headed downtown.

I locked up the bike in front of Jill’s boutique, just as Stephanie was opening for the day.

“Hi Steff, is Jill here?”, I asked the tall, boyish looking, South Asian woman.

“Hi Christie, she’s in the back.”

I went through the “Employees Only” curtain to the stock room. A petite blonde in a mini-skirt was bent over reaching for something on the bottom shelf, exposing pretty much everything there was to see. I reached under the skirt and squeezed her buns.

“Eeek!” Jill had a diminutive squeak to go with her stature. She wheeled around, eyes spitting fire and hand raised to slap me.

When she saw who it was, she stopped in mid-swing, and hugged me instead, planting a big kiss on my lips.

“Christie, what brings you here twice in one week? Things must be going well with your new lady-friend. Have you finally decided to play on my team?”

“Well, since you ask, and since you’re special to me …”

“Not special enough!”

“… things are going quite well thanks. I don’t understand it, Jill – you’re a great friend, but I just never felt any sexual attraction to you, but Cathy hits all my buttons. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be! If the sex had worked out, I’d have had to dominate you, and then we probably couldn’t have stayed friends. I have my pets for fun, and I have you for a friend. Things are working just fine!”

“Er… that’s what I need to see you about.”

“What?”

“The domination thing. I need a set of restraints and a collar.”

“Christie! You know I can’t be shocked, but I must say I’m astonished. You’re claiming her? You ARE joining my team!”

“Not exactly.”

“What, ‘not exactly’? If you’re not claiming her, why would you need the collar?”

“It’s not her … it’s her husband.”

“Why, Christie – you sly fox! I am very nearly shocked!”

We went back out to the front of the store, where Jill showed me various restraints, and I chose a set of four padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs, with a matching collar.

“You need a whip.”

“I don’t need a whip. It’s not going to be that sort of relationship.”

“He’s a sub – maybe he wants to be whipped.”

“If florya escort he needs to be hurt that much, I’ll send him to you – I’m into FUN and a little humiliation, not pain and injury.”

“Well, thanks for the offer,” Jill replied, “but you know I don’t do men.”

“Then he’ll just have to live without the pain,” I retorted.

“OK, then – no whips, but you have to have something to discipline him with. How about this riding crop?”

She showed me what looked (at least to someone who’s never ridden a horse) to be a normal riding crop – though the handle seemed a bit long – but then she pulled the handle apart. It turned out that the leather on the handle was just a cover, and underneath it was a 10″ dildo. The tip of the cover ended in a ring, which I’d be able to clip to my bustier.

“Ooh! Very sexy. I’ll take it.”

I picked up a leather blindfold/mask, and a ball gag, to complete the collection, and headed to the counter to pay for everything.

“What about your own ensemble?”

“Got it covered – or not… as the case may be,” I laughed, opening my backpack, to show her. She pulled out the bustier and held it in front of me.

“Oh, Christie … it’s so … so ….”

“Cliché?” I suggested.

“Exactly!”

“Then check out the rest.”

She reached into the pack to find what else I had, pulling out a matching boot.

“Oh… my… That takes cliché right over the top.”

We all laughed, including Stephanie. I paid for my purchases, and Jill hugged me again, kissed me, and made me promise to tell her everything that transpired. I put my new toys in my pack, and headed for the door. As I opened the door, Stephanie’s soft voice stopped me:

“Good luck … Mistress.”

“Why, thank you Steff. That’s kind of you.”

I left the shop feeling a new tingle in my nipples and clit. I guess that’s what I was, now: a Mistress; a Domme.

I made one more stop, at an auto supply store, on my way to the apartment, getting there about 30 minutes before John was due. Excellent!

The master bedroom was a loft above the apartment’s kitchen, looking out over the living room, and separated from the open space by an iron railing. I took my purchase from the auto supply store – a ratcheting tie-down – and fastened it to the railing, dropping the ends down above the kitchen counter, about 8 feet apart. Now, I’d be able to clip John’s cuffs to the hooks on the end of the tie-down, pull on the loose end of rope, to tighten it, and I’d have a serviceable punishment frame. I tucked the loose ends back on the floor of the bedroom, so that he wouldn’t see them, and proceeded to undress. By the time I had dressed in my Domme’s outfit, I was so hot I couldn’t wait for John to arrive. I turned back the sheets and lay on the bed, fingering myself idly.

I was pretty wet, and as I stroked my clit and pinched my nipples where they peeked over the top of my bustier, I came quickly. I was just beginning to get my breath back when I heard a key in the lock downstairs. I hurried into the bathroom, just in case he came up the stairs – there was no reason he should, but I didn’t want him to see me just yet. When he didn’t come upstairs immediately, I crept out of the bathroom and peered through the railing at the room below.

He stood there, back to me, quickly removing his clothes. I noted that he was folding them carefully. He was a quick learner. Too bad, but I imagined it wouldn’t be too hard to find something that he needed to be corrected for! He pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of his pants and scanned it quickly, then folded it and placed it with his clothes. He knelt on the rug, facing the window. Checking the time on my phone, I saw that it was 12:01. Perfect! He was a minute late. He was now in profile to me, and I could see as he began to stroke his cock, which stiffened quickly. Placing his hands at the back of his neck, he waited quietly for me. I just lay on the floor of the bedroom watching him, until I saw his cock begin to sag again, then I crept down the stairs, with my bag of toys in hand and, just as he lowered his right hand, I spoke from immediately behind him.

“Don’t turn around!”

He jerked, and slapped his hand back behind his neck.

“I ordered you to be here at noon, kneeling, hands behind your head and cock hard. You were late! You didn’t have your hands behind your head.”

I slowly walked around him, letting him see me for the first time. I looked down, and feigned disappointment.

“And look at that sorry excuse for a cock!”, I sighed theatrically.

I reached into the pack and pulled out the wrist cuffs.

“Put those on.” I reached for the second pair: “and put those on your ankles. You needn’t remain kneeling.”

“Yes, Nanny!” he scrambled to obey. As he did, I pulled out the riding crop, and clipped it at my hip. His eyes widened as he recognized what it was – and what it was for.

“Now this.” I pulled the cock-ring out of the bag.

John just looked confused. “I’m s-s-sorry, N-Nanny. I d-don’t know what it is.” He trembled.

“Don’t be frightened, pet. There’s no reason you should be familiar with it … yet. If I tell you that this part is a cock-ring, then I imagine you should be able to figure out what the other part is…”

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I had spent my freshman and sophomore years of college as a sweet, innocent little girl. My junior year I had branched out, I had joined a sorority, turned 21 and had my first drink, and had even kissed a boy for the first time. I know, I know, I was behind all my friends in every aspect of my social life. I am a rule follower, always have been, always will be. I had a set of rules that I believed I had to follow, and it was amazing to me other people didn’t.

Now I was headed off for my senior year of college. I knew it was going to be an epic year for me. I had great friends who were determined to rob me of my innocence in every way they could. What I didn’t know was what they really had in store for me.

My sorority sister Jill picked me up to drive back to school. We started on the road, and it wasn’t until we were driving through Chicago that I had any inkling that we were not following the path back to school that we were supposed to be. Classes were not scheduled to begin for another week, so it wasn’t like we were going to be late or anything, but I didn’t have the money to stop and play around during our trip. When I said something to Jill she told me that the money would be taken care of and not to worry.

“Mary,” she said to me, “we’ve all decided that we’re going to break you out of your shell this year, and we have just the way to do it.”

“What’s going on Jill?” I asked, incredulously.

“Just think of this as a first step for the rest of your senior year. Let your hair down. It’s for your own good!” Jill exclaimed.

We stopped at a hotel, went to check in, and I saw about ten of my other sorority sisters. After all the hugs and exclamations of girls rejoining each other after a summer apart we went up to the rooms. It turns out we had a whole floor of the hotel to ourselves, including a conference room. I didn’t know what these girls were up to, but I was a little scared and excited all at the same time. After we all settled in, we met around the pool. My güneşli escort best friend Amanda was there, and after a few drinks she asked me a question…

“Are you ready to do this?” she asked.

“Do what?” I asked her.

“Remember at the end of last year,” she began, “after you had kissed Jeff at the Phi Tau party? You told me you didn’t want a relationship with Jeff, but you were at a point where you wanted to shed your good girl image and really enjoy your senior year. You wanted to have a real college experience. Is that still something you’re interested in? Because if you are, we have something really fun and exciting planned. But if you aren’t, nobody is going to force you to join us; you can sit in your room and be our accountant for the evening (don’t ask yet). But if you say you want to join us, there’s no turning back. We will force you to push yourself to do things you aren’t comfortable with right now, but you will have a really amazing night. It’s up to you.”

I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to go back to my hotel room, snuggle under the covers and watch TV for the rest of the night, ignorant of what was going on. I had a feeling whatever was about to happen was going to be outside of my understanding. It was going to be something that was uncomfortable and I am such a creature of comfort. I was going to be out of control of the situation, and I can be such a control freak. But there was another part of me, the part that desperately wanted to break out of this cage I felt I had locked myself in: the cage of my own reputation, the one that kept the boys from wanting to even talk to me.

I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth until I blurted out, “I’m in.” I couldn’t believe it. I was terrified, but excited and exhilarated all at the same time. I took a deep breath, sat up straight, looked Amanda in the eyes, and said more firmly, “I’m in.”

If I had known what was coming, I would have never have agreed atakent escort to join them. But that would have been a mistake. What happened to me next was the most amazing, eye-opening experience of my life, and I am so glad I went through with it.

Once I was in, my sisters’ gave me hugs and we went back to our rooms to discuss what was going to happen next. What I found out was that each year there was a large fundraiser for our sorority that was only for the seniors to participate in. It was called the “Pick an Alpha Contest”. In the conference room there was a large group of people who were going to give a lot of money to our charity for the chance to have sex with one (or more) of us. Here’s how it worked. Each person paid a certain amount of money for each sexual encounter. If they wanted more than one girl, they had to pay for more than one girl. They would watch our video and pick the three girls they were most interested in. The men would get their picture taken and would give us a little paragraph with some information on it for us. We would then see the pictures and the blurb. The three girls who were chosen by the guy would be the only ones who could pick that guy and we could sit there and decide who we wanted based on who chose us. Since I was the only virgin, I was going to basically get whoever I wanted who chose me.

We got all gussied up. We had a plethora of lingerie in our sorority colors to choose from for our video introduction; ranging from leather to lace, from prim-and-proper to downright risqué. I chose a short, white teddy with accents of red leather. It was mostly the quiet and calm, with a hint of freakiness, just like me. We made our video for the guys to use and then we sat in the room waiting for our results. After about a half an hour we were escorted into another room with all of the pictures.

There were some really attractive guys, but most of them had paid for two girls and what they really wanted was a threesome; or they beykent escort wanted a girl to suck their dick all night. I had no problem with either of these things on principle, but I felt like this should be something special. I wanted to find the guy who had something unique to say. I found what I was looking for in a close-up picture of a man with longish blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail, strong cheek-bones that poked through his scruffy facial hair, and piercing blue eyes. My reaction to this picture was raw, real, and primal; I found myself cowering while my mouth watered.

“I will use you. And after the night is over, you will thank me.” Those two sentences as his introduction made my insides turn to jelly. I took a deep breath. I wanted so badly for my name to be on this man’s list. I looked, and there it was. My name was the first, and only, name on his request card.

Each man was assigned a room on our floor and we were to go into the room to meet them. Some of the girls had decided to pair up, per the guys request and in fact almost everyone but me went to a room with another sister. I went to my assigned room by myself and timidly knocked on the door. The door was opened and I was engulfed by those piercing blue eyes. He looked me up and down and told me to come in. I found that my feet were glued to the ground. He stared at me, and then, in a voice barely above a whisper he firmly said, “I said, Come. In.” I could do nothing but obey his command.

The room was dark, lit only by one light in the corner. There were two queen size beds, one was turned down with the comforter stripped off the bed. The other was made and covered with a large amount of interesting looking tools. I didn’t really know what any of them were. I was a virgin, but even more than that, I was completely innocent. I had no idea about anything to do with sex. I know this was unusual for someone my age, but I had never been exposed to these things. I had lived in a bubble until I went away to school, and even then I had kept myself focused on my academics. I had only kissed a boy the year before and it was a chaste kiss on closed lips. I knew about as close to nothing as someone could get.

As I stared at the beds, my knees shaking, I heard the door shut and I knew it was shutting on my past.

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Recap:

Sabine has Nova to herself for one week. They started in the bathroom and left with Nova being whipped over the bed.– Nova waited and waited she relaxed a bit, smack! Nova was sent into a world of pain with each blow of the fine leather, bringing new tears streaming down her face. Yet she never made a sound, other than her winces and gasps. Nova knew her cheeks had to be bleeding by now, she rubbed her face on the drenched fur thinking ‘what did I get myself into?!’

***

Nova woke to her body pulsating. She laid lifeless on the bed. She heard footsteps approaching her. Keely came close and sat on the edge of the bed. She felt a light hand on her back through the pelt. “Nova?” She whispered, Nova looked up at her.

“How are you feeling?” Nova blinked staring. Keely smiled and started ushering her to sit up.

“Here Dorine will be bringing in breakfast…well lunch soon.” Nova sat with the cloth and fur “blankets” covering herself. Every part of her body ached. She questioned everything of what she could remember of last night. She glanced around the room. Her eyes froze on one object in the room.

The whip.

The events of last night came flooding back to her. She was bent over the bed, blindfolded… She could feel the hum in her lips as she thought of every arousing detail. Nova could picture herself taking every lash of that whip.

She felt the pain run through her body again, she groaned. She smiled satisfied with the thought of Sabine fingering her from behind. ‘I could never keep my arm or my fingers moving for that long.’ Nova gasped at the memory of Sabine fitting four fingers inside her aching slit. She felt her vaginal muscles clench.

‘And the feeling of her hot mouth on my opening! Gah! And her tongue squirming in me!’ Her muscles contracted again. Dorine timidly came in and set the food next to Nova on the bed. She nodded and turned to walk out “Dorine?”

“Yes Ms.Nova?”

“Can you eat with me?”

Dorine hesitated. “Uh, sure, let me just get my cup.” They sat together for some time just talking. Nova learned that Dorine was a “personal servant” for a clan leader.

She did not treat Dorine well. The clan’s gossip eventually got out to others and the tribe learned of her true actions and she was banished. Nova found every way of their life so intriguing. Keely came in. “Oh…um didn’t know we were eating together.” She gave Dorine a look Nova spoke up

“I asked her to join me.”

“Oh, well okay then.”

“Come sit” Nova went to move but winced.

Both girls smirked. “She really did a number on you didn’t she?” Keely asked with a smirk.

“She’s very talented with that whip.” Dorine added. Nova was beat red.

Dorine caved and felt bad. “Sorry! Sound travels through the tunnels easily.”

“Yeah and the whole village knows what you are here for…probably now the whole clan …soon the entire tribe.”

“Keely stop! Ms she’s only being rude. But Ms. Nova I am glad you bring our Commander such joy, listening to the lashes last night I was very surprised not to hear you. Even as a pet I could never stay that quiet, and with such a strong hand.” Dorine added blushing. Nova questioned the use of the word ‘pet.’ They all heard Sabine come in.

They stared at the opening. She stopped at the entrance. She smiled “Family time?” The two smiled and nodded. “What were we talking about?” Sabine asked. Nova blushed. Keely snapped and decline of any talk.

Dorine sat quiet. Sabine looked to Dorine. Keeley took her hand. “Oh look we must clean up lunch!” And ran off. Sabine chuckled and looked back to Nova, her face didn’t stiffen but also didn’t soften. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh just great, went for a run this morning.” Sabine just smiled as she moved closer.

“Guess I’ll just have to be more rough tonight then.” Nova felt like she was in a trance. ‘We are doing more tonight?!’

Her entire body ached and she knew she couldn’t be doing much right now but she wanted Sabine, badly. Sabine kissed her tenderly on the lips. Nova savored her taste. Sabine kissed her again, she came back to see Nova’s eyes staring back at her. Sabine went in for another kiss “Sabine!” She sat back Nova caught her breath.

“Sabine I -I -”

“It’s okay.” Sabine kissed her on the forehead and got up. Nova watched Sabine’s every move,she pick up the whip, she ran a cloth over it, then carried it out of the bed room. Nova’s heart was pounding. Sabine came back in the whip still in hand she was fidgeting with it. Nova could feel her lips moisten.

Sabine spoke soft and slow. “How sore are you?” She looked up, meeting Nova’s gaze.

“Uh …depends…I don’t think I could quietly handle another whipping at least not right now…”

Sabine smirked. “At least not right now.” She mocked. Sabine pushed herself off the frame with her shoulder. “Alright.” She disappeared again.

Nova waited, the anticipation building.

Finally Sabine reappeared, she had what would represent ben wa balls. “Okay so, I have osmanbey escort two little wooden balls. And they are very smooth no splinters or anything so no need go worry about that okay? They soak in a lubricating oil so they aren’t dry when inserted.”

‘Inserted?! Inserted where?!’

Sabine spoke again. “Do you want to try them?”

“Um where exactly do they go?”

Sabine gently smiled. “Your vagina babe.”

Nova didn’t react in anyway. “Okay–what position do I need to be in?”

Laying on the bed with her legs spread wide Nova’s hips elevated a bit by pillows. Nova jumped at the feeling of Sabine’s warm wet tongue running along the crease of her hip thigh down the crease by her lips. Sabine cooed soothing sounds to her.

She ran her tongue on the other crease, she swirled her tongue around and over the hood of Nova’s clit. She gently grabbed the fur. Looking up at Nova Sabine spread her lips with her fingers. Eyes closed ready to taste a little bit of Nova’s juices she licked Nova from her perineum to her clit. Nova arched her back, needing more. Sabine had a mouth full. She savored and swallowed.

“You’re so wet honey.” Nova embarrassed, smiled down at her. Sabine licked again with a little more force. Nova’s hips rose with her. “And you taste SO fucking good.” Sabine said, her voice husky. Sabine with the tip of her tongue licked up Nova’s slippery slope, she slowed down just a bit at Nova’s clit she groaned and reached down and held Sabine’s head to her body.

“Please.” She breathed, Sabine decided to give in. She swirled her tongue, moving side to side. Nova moaned, grinding her hips. “Ah! Please don’t stop!” With that Sabine knew Nova was getting carried away. She ceased all actions Nova desperately moved her hips. “Sabine!” She let go of Sabine’s head and flopped her arm on the bed in frustration. Sabine didn’t say a word. She just spread Nova’s lips and gently pushed a ball in.

Nova groaned at the feeling. Sabine pushed the second one in. She knew Nova flexed her vaginal muscle by the way she gasped and arched her back off the bed. Sabine continued to tease. Nova unexpectedly felt Sabine’s warm tongue against her lips. She ran her tongue up and curled it over her clit.

Keely stood in the doorway, unsure if she should wait or not. Nova moaned loudly as Sabine paid close attention to her clit. Keely wished she were in Nova’s place. She tried very hard to dismissed every feeling. She cleared her throat. Sabine pulled her head up “What?” Came a shrill voice, Nova had never heard her use that tone.

“Uh…commander..the the uh elders need you.”

“Will that be all?” Nova could feel Sabine’s hot breath on her as she spoke.

“Yes Commander.” Keeley slowly turned and left, her heart pounding. Nova looked down at Sabine, she knew that her lover didn’t want to leave. Nova ran her fingers through Sabine’s hair.

They locked eyes, Nova smiled down at her. “Go…they need you…Commander.” Nova smiled bigger and with a mischievous look upon her. Sabine smirked back. She got up and threw on a wrap kissed Nova and left. A few moments later she came back.

“You need to come.”

“What? Me? Why?”

“They are angry with my decision of bringing you here.”

“Um okay.”

Sabine placed clothes on the bed. “Put these on…and hurry please.”

She disappeared around the corner and came back with shoes. Nova dressed and wrapped in Sabine’s shaw was led out of the tunnels and walked through the crowds of street vendors all selling great smelling foods jewelry and clothing.

She could feel the balls shifting inside her with almost every step. It was such a strange feeling, but she understood why Sabine chose them…to tease. Sabine grabbed Nova’s hand and led her through the crowds, they made it to the edge of the crowd and to the forest. They walked for some time. Finally making it to an old half destroyed building from the previous settlement.

Sabine spoke. “Now don’t look at anyone keep your head down and don’t speak unless spoken to.”

“Got it.”

They walk in and sit right down. Nova shifted trying to find a decent way to rest. The meeting starts, they speak in the native tongue. They were clearly arguing. Nyko came through the doorway and sat next to Nova he reached for her hand. All three holding hands under the table. Nyko spoke up against the elders. Sabine had stopped talking looking to him. They spoke in English to Nova, she explained all of what has happened between Sabine and her.

Before they knew it they were out of there. Sabine venting to Nyko, him listening and siding with her, then abjecting when he knows she’s wrong. Nova felt like they were a married couple, she thought it were cute. They both stopped and looked at Nova. “What do you want to do today?” Nova froze,”I don’t know…”

“Oh take her to the teachers, or I can.”

“We both can you can play with the kids”

Nova found all their customs so strange but so interesting. They had a teacher for everything. mahmutbey escort Each person in the community had a specific and important job that had to be done. Nova loved the kids. She sat as comfortably as she could with them. Sabine kept an eye on her knowing the balls had taken their full effect. Nova would glance at Sabine here and there, she was always watching.

‘I love her, she’s always watching and always smiles when we make eye contact.’ Sabine looked away at the tap of her shoulder as one of her second in commands spoke briefly with her. She nodded and looked back in deep thought. Three children ran up behind her and hugged her.

Nova watched as Sabine turned around and hugged them talking to all of them down on one knee. Nova smiled, fantasizing of a life with her and their kids. Nova then saw a women following the kids, her and Sabine shared glances and smiles, they kissed cheeks and talked.

The women made eye contact with Nova, she smiled and turned back to Sabine, they hugged, rounded the kids and went on their way. Nyko snuck up on Nova, startled, her muscles took grip on the objects inside her. She gasped it took her everything not to moan, turning her head to Nyko.

“Don’t worry about her.”

“What?”

“The women, she’s an old friend, they had a fling, but that is dead and over now..she’s now a teacher of the mind.”

“..O-okay.” Nyko got up, he had a mountain of kids on his back he began yelling and running with them. Sabine laughed shaking her head. Nova looked to her to see her staring again. They smiled to each other. Sabine motioned for them to get moving.

They walked hand in hand, Dorine was sitting outside of the tunnels, she puffed on a pipe. She got up to go back inside once seeing the pair. “Dorine you can stay put.” Sabine called to her. She sat back down.

“Keely has company.”

“Okay.” They walked through, there were three cups out on the table, Sabine began cleaning up. Keely came running in taking the plate from her.

“Commander please, I’m sorry, I’ll take care of this.”

“Keely it’s okay.” The shaw began slipping, Keely chest was exposed. Sabine turned her back to her as Keely fixed herself. “Keely, please.just go, spend the night with whoever, just not here tonight.” Sabine spoke softly.

“Commander…”

“Now Keely! I don’t want you here!”

She stepped back, “I’m sorry commander, I forgot our rules.” She come back out with a man and a women. Sabine watched as all three walked out. Dorine came back in. Sabine looked to her. “You know she does this on purpose.”

“What do you mean?”

“We all know but you, she likes you, even Nova knows, she waited for you to come in just so she could run out naked…She wants you to want her.” Sabine shook her head.

“That can’t be true.”

Nova spoke up. “Sabine it’s true, she told me that she has loved you since she met you, and that she’s angry that you haven’t chose your servants but chose me.”

Sabine slumped down in the chair, Dorine laid a hand on her back. “What do I do?” Sabine asked. Dorine sat at the end of the table facing Sabine, “If you want to bring someone else in to replace her, that’s fine by me.”

“Dorine but we are or were a family”

“Were exactly.”

“…Okay, family meeting tomorrow night then.”

“Okay…who would you replace her with?”

“Dorine…I don’t know.”

“Ooo can we get Nia from the plains?! -Dorine gasps- Zeta!!”

“Zeta? Zeta from the desert? The one you ran off to?” Dorine smirked. “Maybe.”

Everyone where they need to be Sabine changed into her comfy clothes. “How are you doing?”

“Drenched.” Nova answered looking deep into Sabine eyes as she smiled. “Good.” Sabine climbed onto the bed up to Nova she threw her legs over her shoulders Sabine’s face right where Nova wanted it to be. Sabine got the mouth watering whiff of Nova’s strong scent. She kissed Nova’s lips running her tongue over her prickly folds.

Sabine used her fingers to spread Nova’s lips her arms propped up by her elbows, she glanced up at her lover tentatively watching her she laid her tongue flat and lapped up her juices, Nova let out an airy moan,at the much needed attention. Sabine curled her tongue over Nova’s clit, she groaned as Sabine slipped her finger in and scooped out one of the balls. A gush of fluids came out with it, Sabine groaned in delight. ‘Fuck yes, she just squirted without realizing’ Nova groaned as each stretched her a bit. “Mmmm Sabine”

“Yes kitten?”

Nova felt dizzy at the sound of that.

“Come here baby.” Sabine slithered up and positioned her knee between Nova’s thighs. Nova desperately began grinding on Sabine’s leg, they kissed roughly and passionately.

Sabine knew she was drenched. Nova tired and twitchy from working herself up started to slow down. Sabine began grinding her thigh into Nova. She gripped onto Sabine’s back pulling her closer, Nova moaning on the brink of an orgasm. Sabine slowed teasing her, she knew this arnavutköy escort was driving her wild.

She kept the pressure on and held her thigh still as Nova tried desperately to get herself off. She could feel her lover’s body twitching beneath her. Sabine brought her hand down, working as fast as she could Nova’s eyes shot open her breathing even more rapid, she didn’t know if she could take this. “Sabine!” She screamed followed by a moan. Her body spasming out of her control unable to cope. Sabine holding her still, Nova dug her nails into Sabine’s back unable to comprehend what was happening.

Finally she felt herself teetering on the edge. “Fffff…-” All air escaped from her lungs, they both knew she had jumped,now plummeting to their desired destination, her body beautifully arched high off the bed. “Good girl…good girl” Sabine cooed. “Cum for me baby girl.” As if thats all Nova needed to hear she groaned grinding her clit hard on Sabine’s fingers. “Fuuuuccckkkkk!” She screamed as she hit the blissful surface of her orgams. The waves of ecstasy seemed to last forever. She lay their half in the present world, twitching uncontrollably. “Well done..well done beautiful.”

Nova heaving with a smile, she opened her eyes to see Sabine staring back at her tenderly. She kissed her on the forehead and lowered herself next to Nova. Sabine curled up wrapping her arms around her. Nova sighed…”That was really nice…” Sabine kissed Nova below her ear. Nova smiled, she rolled over to face Sabine, they smiled. Nova was in deep thought. “What ya thinkin about?”

There was a gentle knock at the wall. Dorine stood with her hand over her eyes. “You’re good.” Sabine said.

“Commander, would you mind if I stepped out for the night?”

“Not at all.” Sabine said with a smile.

Dorine went to move away. “Uh, mind if I steal some things too?”

“Go for it.”

“Thank you.”

“Where is she going?” Nova asked.

“She spends the night at a hookups house.”

“Oh, do you know who they are.”

“Yeah…It’s your sister actually… Well her and her two mates she’s living with.”

“Wait really?”

“Mhm…So what were you thinking about earlier?”

“It’s just that I never do any work…”

Sabine just stared back. “It’s okay I don’t mind, don’t need you to.”

“No! But I want to! I don’t know how but I want to at least try.”

“Okay honey, I’m ready when you are okay?”

Nova nodded. She got up to get some water, she ran into Dorine in the kitchen. She was cleaning the toys she were to be using tonight.

“Dorine, you’re going to see my sister?”

“Yes, Ms.Nova.”

“So you and her are a thing?”

“Not really, she just likes to watch.”

“Hm. Dorine, tell me about Sabine?”

“In what way?”

“Just sexy things about her I guess.”

Dorine stopped and looked at Nova.

“Ms…I-“

“No, Dorine I trust you, I know you must like something about Sabine.”

Dorine sighed. “I do, she’s a great person, and is very fair. I’m not used to this good treatment. Um, she will want to have a lot of sex with you, as much as you will allow her. Her and Nyko are very very close, um may I speak freely Ms. Nova?”

“Yes!”

“I’d love to hear in detail what she does to you…last night when she was whipping you, I played with myself all night until I heard your moaning stop. -Dorine was clearly flustered- oh my, I can’t believe I just told you that…”

“Tell me more.”

“Oh, Ms.Nova I-I don’t want you to think-”

“Dorine…I’m asking you to.”

They were too engrossed in their heated conversation to notice Sabine leaning in the doorway.

Dorine stammered. “I um…-”

“Dorine, I’m telling you to, now.”

Dorine spat out her words. “I- Ms. Nova, you are very attractive! Sabine would talk about you but I never had you as the image in my head. I want to know what she does to you and how it feels…I fantasize about watching you two or.. oh gods even joining in sometimes! My curiosity of you two is very strong, but Ms. Nova I would NEVER try to intrude on you two.”

Nova moved closer to Dorine, she leaned in and kissed the trembling and aroused shorter girl. “Dorine, I’m very wet from you telling me these things…” Nova whispered.

Sabine spoke “Dorine, Nova…” Dorine jumped dropping the toy she had in her hand, she looked over seeing Sabine’s bare chest she closed her eyes her brow furrowed as she spoke. “Commander, I-I.” Sabine shushed her.

“Dorine , do you really mean all these things?”

Dorine nodded shyly.

“One day we can make these fantasies real, if we all agree, okay?”

“Yes ma’- Commander.”

Sabine bent down to pick up the gag. She brought it up to Dorine’s mouth. “Open.” Sabine said. Dorine looked to Sabine, to Nova then back to Sabine. She slowly opened her mouth very unsure of the situation. Gently but with force Sabine shoved the gag in Dorine’s mouth, she fastened it tight around her head. “Finish cleaning and be on your way.”

Dorine nodded. Sabine stopped her from grabbing another toy, “What was that?”

Dorine understood what was being asked of her. “Yes Commander, thank you Commander.” She managed to utter.

Sabine and Nova back in the room. “How long did you know I was there?” Sabine questioned.

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She awoke from her peaceful long sleep. Stretching to reach for her alarm clock, her muscles protest. It was 8 hours since she laid her heavy head down, yet it feels like it could be no more than 2.

Straight away she remembers what he asked of her before he left out this morning; she slowly reaches over to pick up the dictaphone and camera from the bedside table. “I want an account of what I did to you last night, and describe to me the outcome. You can use the camera to show me the results as you know how much I like to keep a memento of your determination and suffering. And perhaps it won’t do you any harm to keep a copy as a reminder of what happens when you can’t follow a few simple instructions.” She wonders why the recollection of the clinical tone of his voice causes her body to defy her with a desperate ache to be held in his arms again while somewhere inside her head a voice whispers how wrong it is for him to take such pleasure from her torment. The ache drowns out the whisper and all she hears is her own moan as her hand subconsciously slips between her legs.

She winces as her fingers awaken the first of last night’s wounds. She sighs loudly, desperate to get this over with. She takes the dictaphone in her hands, looking at it for a long while, her heart rate increasing as she thinks how he will take such pleasure from hearing the shame and discomfort in her voice.

She hits the record button hard, “Let’s just get this out of the way,” she thinks to herself.

Watching sarıyer escort the tape inside turning, she takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes. “As you asked, this is an account of my body this morning after last night,” her voice is shaky and nervous.

“You started with my cunt so I shall start there too.” She loved to hear him refer to her pussy as her cunt, even though he only really ever did so when he was annoyed with her or if he was intent on humiliating her as he had seen the deeper reaction it got. However unless she was deeply aroused, for her to say the word was often a challenge within herself, she found it simply made her feel a little silly. So the rule he set was that she would always refer to her pussy as her cunt, and she had learnt the hard way that she would not forget this “simple” rule.

“You attached clamps to my labia, taping the ends around my thighs as you wanted to see me open wide. You used a wooden ruler on me, to my thighs, to my cunt. You told me you would not stop until you had hit the clamps off and until I cried tears that convinced you of my remorse for my actions, not just tears for my suffering. This morning the raised redness of my thighs is turning into a deeper darker colour where the bruises are beginning to form.” Her fingertips glide over the bumps so gently; she holds back a moan of distinct pleasure as her eyes proudly take in her patterned skin. “My cunt is much less obviously marked than my thighs as maslak escort your strikes here were gratefully less harsh. I am puffy and a tender shade of red here.”

She presses stop on the recorder and picks up the camera. She takes a photo of each punished thigh, and a close up of the deepest forming bruise. She lowers the camera in between her legs and captures several pictures of her red pussy, still swollen from his attentions.

She presses record. “Next you punished my breasts. You bound them tightly and once you were happy that they were feeling extra sensitive you roughly attached the clamps onto my nipples. I remember you tugging on them hard to see if you had attached them firmly enough.” She hadn’t noticed but her voice was more comfortable now, she was enjoying recalling the evening, despite the familiar fear she was feeling at the time.

“You explained that you were not going to restrain me. You lifted my arms above my head and told me they were to remain there until you said otherwise, then you picked up the ruler and placed it in between my teeth and explained that if I dropped the ruler or my arms then I would learn the consequences.” Her voice quietens and her disappointment in herself is so clear, “the ruler did drop, and the worst thing is that I dropped it right towards the end, but I am yet to learn the consequences that you mentioned.”

“You used your favourite flogger on my breasts. I think it is your favourite because you levent escort know I hate that one the most. I cried again. I wanted to close my eyes so much but you know that this is my way of coping better when you hurt me so you refused to let me escape into the darkness. Each time my eyes moved an inch from yours they were brought back with a hard swipe to my breasts.”

She shuffles to the end of the bed and stands up slowly, trying to cause herself as little pain as is possible. In front of the mirror she looks at her marked body. Each and every mark is there because she wants it to be, and because he takes such pleasure in delivering it, she smiles slightly, grateful for the trust she has in him never to take her too far, only ever letting her go to the edge, never over it.

She turns herself around and looks over her shoulder into the mirror, knowing what she will see. She takes in a slow shuddering breath. Her eyes move down to her behind, this is a first for her she thinks to herself. The dictaphone is at her lips again, “I am looking in the mirror at my bottom, and I’m sad to say my memory is not one of any great detail for this part. But then perhaps that is not a bad thing as I have never wished for you to do this to me before. I am wearing your initial. I can see you have cut me, but with what I don’t know. I don’t know what you are doing to me Sir, but I like it.”

The tape runs out and clicks itself off. She closes her eyes for a moment. “I called him Sir,” she thinks to herself. She has never felt comfortable calling him something like that before; it had always felt odd to her because despite submitting to him in their private lives, it was not how their relationship was structured outside of their time alone. “Perhaps he won’t notice,” she thinks, unconvinced.

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I have always fantasized about giving up control. Thoughts of blindfolds, soft bindings and unexpected touches by hands or mouths, make me wet. I never imagined I had the other end of that desire hidden in my subconscious. All it took was alcohol and abstinence, then the animal was out. Here is the story of how the animal left its cage.

My love, Eric, and I have talked about bringing a woman into our bed. Every man’s dream…two women!! I kind of wanted to try one out too; to taste, to touch, to tease…. I guess the hard part is finding one that we could both agree on.

We decided to try a local swinger club to see if we could find our lucky woman. We found several couples that will be later stories and a few ladies- (((((that weren‘t really ladies). After a couple hours and too many drinks, we were going to give up when Eric noticed an attractive busty woman coming off the dance floor. He elbowed me and pointed in her direction.

“What do you think?” He asked.

I turned to look and met eyes with the sexy brunette. Neither one of us broke the stare as she walked toward me. I have been told I have very expressive eyes and from the look in hers, I knew she could read mine. Eric likes to tease me about my “come hither” look, but I don’t think that will happen any more. It seems to work.

“Hi, my name is Gwen,” she smiled.

“Hello, I’m Dee and this is Eric. Could we buy you a drink?”

“Yes, I’d love one.”

So we found a table, ordered a round of drinks and talked. We had alot in common and after another round the conversation turned to sex. We found out she was bisexual and submissive. I was excited and concerned; excited because I had someto to walk me through a bisexual encounter and concerned that with a threesome of subs there would be no one to take the lead. I was afraid that without someone bold enough for the first move that it would be a night of conversation only and that wasn’t what I wanted! Maybe that was what triggered the lock on the cage of my inner animal because before I knew it I had said, “Do you want to join us at our house?”

Eric bahçeşehir escort looked shocked, I don’t think he ever expected those words from my mouth. The alcohol had made me extra horny; the lack of sex during the week made that worse. So, I was horny in triplicate.

Gwen gazed up from the table, a small smile playing on her lips and nodded.

“Okay, great. You ready?”

Again, she nodded.

I reached under the table to squeeze Eric’s leg and found that he was very excited. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

“Go pay for the drinks and meet us at the car.”

He nodded and went to the bar to pay the tab.

Gwen and I left the table and headed toward the door.

“Do you want to ride with us or follow us?” I asked.

“Ride with you, I came in a cab tonight,” she explained.

I linked my arm in hers and headed to our car. As we approached the car, I started to feel bold, so I reached up and tweaked one of her nipples. It had hardened when we walked out of the club into the cool night air, and was so very noticeable. I just couldn’t help myself. Gwen gasped, at the suddenness, and then moaned with the pleasure. I smiled, warming between my legs. We reached the car and waited.

“Let me ask you a few questions before Eric comes out.”

“Shoot.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how submissive do you like to be? One being slightly and ten entirely.”

“Ten,” Gwen whispered.

“Will you follow my orders tonight?”

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. “Yes.” The word was still barely a whisper; the sound came out on a moan.

“Do you like to be bound?”

She blushed and looked at her feet, shuffling them. I raised my hand again, twisting the other nipple.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

Gwen gasped and answered “Yes” on an exhale.

“Do you like a little pain? Nothing heavy, a spanking, maybe. I know you enjoy your nipples pinched.” I grinned.

Gwen again looked at her feet, not answering. I believe it was intentional, she wanted me sultangazi escort to twist her aroused nipple. So, I did both of them. Hard!

She moaned and her knees began to shake.

“Answer me.” I growled, not yet releasing her hard tortured nipples.

“Yes!” Gwen squirmed.

“Yes, What?” I asked as I twisted each nipple in a different direction.

“Yes, I like what you are doing to my nipples.” I twisted them further, heard another gasp. “Yes, I like a little pain. I want you to spank me.” Gwen blushed a much deeper shade of red.

I let go of her nipples and heard a rush of air, as she exhaled the breath she had been holding. I skimmed my thumbs over her nipples keeping them hard, watching her breathing speed up. Her eyes were closed, and she was leaning against the car holding herself up. She looked so good, so tasty.

I leaned forward and put my lips on hers. Gwen’s eyes shot open, her hands grasped the car. My mouth played with hers, tongue on tongue. I was so thrilled with my first kiss with a woman, I took it deeper. I drank from her and gave as well; it was so sweet, so hot! Her eyes fluttered closed and a moan started deep in her throat.

When I finally pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Eric standing by the car. He was wide-eyed, grinning and rubbing his crotch.

I smiled back. “What took so long?” I asked coyly.

“The bartender was busy. You ready to go?”

“I am. You ready, Gwen?”

She nodded. I tweaked one of the already sore nipples. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I’m ready.” Her breathing was still labored.

She jumped in the backseat, as Eric and I got in the front. He started the car and pulled out of the lot. Once we were on the road, I turned to Gwen and asked, “Are you wearing panties?”

She looked embarrassed at such a question, but whispered a “Yes.”

“Take them off.”

Her head shot up, eyes wide.

“Do it, NOW!” I ordered.

I could tell she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“Eric, turn the car aournd. Gwen doesn’t want to follow başakşehir escort orders.”

Eric looked at me puzzled and aroused by this new side of me. He slowed the car without question.

“No, please don’t take me back. I will do anything you ask,” Gwen whimpered.

“Then, do as I ask and take off your panties. This will be the last time I ask you twice to do something. Do you understand?”

She nodded. Little did she know, but that nod would cost her. I had expected an answer.

Gwen began to wiggle out of her panties. Eric watched from the mirror, I stared. Her head was bowed, her eyes were down. She pulled the panties from around her ankles and handed them to me.

“That’s better,” I held the small scrap of material in my hand. It was damp, more than damp, the crotch was wet.

I handed them to Eric, he felt the moisture and grinned.

“Do you want to taste?” I asked him.

He nodded.

“Gwen, lift your skirt, so I can see.”

She did.

“Open your legs.”

She spread them a fraction.

“More!” I ordered.

She opened them further.

“Better. Leave them that way.”

She nodded.

“Now, I want you to dip two fingers into your pussy.” She lifted her head up, her eyes meeting mine, pleading. I raised an eyebrow and she understood not to question. She slowly pushed her index and middle fingers into her wet folds. When she pulled them out, they glistened with moisture.

“Feed your juices to Eric. Let him lick your fingers clean.”

She inched forward in the seat. Eric opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Gwen put her fingers on his tongue and closed her eyes as he sucked her juices from them. She moaned deeply. He released her fingers and she sat back again.

“Tasty?” I asked Eric.

“Yes, very.” Eric smiled warmly.

“Gwen, we are almost there when we get to the house, I expect you to remove the rest of your clothes. You can do that in the master bathroom, which will be on your right. Then, you are to go into the bedrooom and wait. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Gwen’s head popped up, a look of shock on her face when she realized what she had said. Eric looks at Gwen then at me, wondering what my reaction to this will be.

It both surprises me and pleases me. I feel a warmth spread throughout my body, a tingling in my crotch.

“Very good.” I say as I smile at Gwen.

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The office Christmas party was boring, well for me anyway, everyone else was in the conference room laughing, drinking and having what sounded like a great time, me on the other hand had decided to exclude myself, I sat at my desk with my feet up and a glass of Katrina approved soda, resting on my pants – the front shield was good for one thing, I also had a plastic plate of party foods. I was content enjoying my own company.

Sandra appeared from behind the conference room door, she had a small built, black hair, shy, quiet and very cute. She also had a small goth thing going on with the pale look and black eye shadow and lipstick, but it wasn’t over done. She is one of the few people I got along with in this office, minds her own business and gets her job done.

“Impressive.” Sandra said walking over to me.

“Huh?” I replied.

“The drink.” She said pointing to it.

“It’s a talent of mine, anyway what are you doing out here, shouldn’t you be back in their getting drunk and talking about girlie stuff?”

“Too much excitement for me, they did say something about dragging you in their and making you strip dance.” Sandra smiled taking some food off my plate.

“Oh yeah, I’ll make their jaws drop alright, they’ll be absolutely speechless.”

“That’s what I thought, to much man for everyone.”

“Something like that.”

Sandra let out a little sigh.

“What’s wrong?” I asked a little concerned.

“Another Christmas alone.”

“You need to get yourself a man.”

“There’s no good ones out their.” Sandra sat on my desk, to the side of my feet.

“Well there is, but I’m spoken for.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Well find yourself a guy, crush his soul and then mould him to your liking.” I said with a straight face.

“Arrghhh, that sounds something like Katrina would say.”

A shiver ran down my spine, she was right.

“Speaking of which” Sandra continued. “What happened with the sleep over with Amanda and Lauren, they have been extremely quiet since then?”

I thought about it for a moment and finally said. “Sometimes rumours are better then fact, depending on your perspective.”

“Uh huh, what ever that means. Anyway, I’m going back to the party, join us.”

“Maybe later.”

—

“Oww my head.” Katrina said waking up the next morning.

I laid beside Katrina on the lounge in her office; we had slept there over night as she was in no condition to drive home, nor would she let me drive home. Some how over night her hand had crept down my pants and was resting on my front shield.

“Good morning.” I said yawning a little.

“I didn’t do anything stupid last night did I?” Katrina said not having the energy to move.

“Not that I’m aware of, a few others were carried out though.”

“Steven go clean that mess up out there and then we’ll go home.” Katrina forced her eyes open

“Its clean, I did it last night while you were sound asleep.”

“Fine, let’s go.” Katrina said attempting to get off the lounge.

“Give me the keys, I’m driving.” I said putting my hand out.

“No, you’re not driving my car.”

“I’m not letting you drive like that, you can barely see straight.”

“Don’t tell me what to do Steven! Let’s remember who the Mistress here is.”

“I’m not letting you drive, no matter what you say.”

“You know what today is Steven? Your six months is up, I could let you out today…” Katrina fell forward into my arms …”Fine, you drive.” Katrina handed me the keys.

“Like you were going to let me out today anyway.” I said taking the keys.

—

The morning was crazy; Katrina was packing our bags for our trip to Natasha’s place, Jenny and I had to load a large coffin shaped wooden box into the back of Katrina’s car, which required us to fold the back seat down.

After that Katrina supervised Jenny have a shower, she wanted her present to be perfect, and Katrina also helped Jenny with her hair and put on her only set of street clothes that she wore when she first came here. Once ready Jenny sat downstairs on the lounge, she was quiet, worried and nervous.

Katrina picked some clothes out for me to wear, matching colours to hers; I was ready to leave within minutes.

“Come on slaves, time to go.” Katrina said almost finished with locking up the house.

—

The drive out in to the country to Natasha’s house was always long and boring, however driving through the mountain areas is downright scary but fun at the same time.

“What’s wrong slaves? Neither of you have said anything for hours.” Katrina said taking a corner cautiously slow.

Jenny and I didn’t answer.

“It will be okay Jenny, just stay out of trouble, do your chores and respect Natasha and Jessica and you’ll do fine.”

Jenny still didn’t reply, she just stared out the side window.

“Now, what’s your problem Steven? You have been here before.”

“Two problems, Jessica and Samantha.” I mumbled.

“They won’t do a thing; Natasha adjusted both their attitudes when you left.”

“Kicked out, not rus escort left.”

“Whatever, you’ll be okay too.”

Katrina made an unexpected turn off the main road and onto a dirt fire trail, she stopped the car behind some trees out of view from the road.

“What are we doing?” I asked.

“Doing the finishing touches to my present.” Katrina said opening the door. “Jenny, get out and get undressed.”

Jenny got out of the car and took her clothes off, her chastity belt and bra sparkled in the sun. Katrina opened the boot of her car and then opened up the box; she picked up a ball gag and strapped it to Jenny’s face.

“Climb in.” Katrina ordered.

Jenny crawled into the box and laid down, Katrina restrained her to the box, at her neck, elbows, wrists, waist, legs and ankles, Jenny was completely immobile.

“Good bye my slave.” Katrina said giving Jenny a kiss and then locking the door to the box tightly shut.

A tear rolled down Jenny’s face, she didn’t want to go.

Katrina got back in the car and drove back on to the main road.

The gates to Natasha’s estate was left open expecting our arrival, we drove up to the house and parked in front of the garages. It felt good to get out of the car and stretch my stiff legs, Katrina and I walked up the steps and onto the veranda, and she knocked on the door three times.

A few moments later the door opened; on the other side was a young brunette haired girl, brown eyes, about 165cm tall and slim build, in white clothing except the shirt had a red collar, the tell tale signs of a chastity belt and bra were there. I liked what I saw.

“Hello.” The girl said

“Hi, Ambrosia isn’t it?” Katrina said.

“Abby, Amber is the other one. You must be Katrina and Steven, I have heard a lot about both of you, please come in.”

“Likewise.” Katrina said, walking through the door, I followed.

“Amber, Abby? Who, what?” I said confused.

“Twins.” Katrina replied.

Once inside we exchanged pleasantries with everyone else. Jessica pretended that I wasn’t there and Samantha just nodded her head at me in acknowledgement. Amber and Abby were identical twins and I do mean identical I could not tell them apart except for the different colour collars on their shirts, Amber’s was blue and she belonged to Natasha, Abby belonged to Jessica.

“May I borrow your slaves to get something out of the car?” Katrina asked.

“Sure.” Natasha said.

“Steven get the box out of the car and take it to the dungeon, stand it upright.” Katrina ordered me

“Follow me.” I said to the other slaves.

I led the other slaves out to Katrina’s car; awkwardly we lifted the box out of car and took it down to the dungeon.

“What’s in here? It weighs a tonne.” Abby asked.

“Nothing yet.” I said “It’s a coffin, one of you are going to be buried alive in it, since you have been here the longest Samantha, it will probably be you.”

“I see you haven’t lost your sense of humour Steven.” Samantha said helping stand the box upright. “and it hasn’t improved either.”

—

After bringing in the suitcases from the car and changing into my slave uniform I joined everyone at the dinner table for lunch; the ritual for lunch, dinner or any meal hadn’t changed nor would it ever.

“So tell me Steven, how long have you been locked now?” Natasha asked in delight of the answer that she already knew.

“Six months, nine days.” I replied unhappily.

Samantha laughed to herself.

“Why hasn’t Katrina let you out yet?”

I looked at Katrina. “Because she knows I can go longer.” I thought that was the best answer.

“The truth is that I just can’t be bothered yet.” Katrina smiled at me. “Plus is frustration is a big turn on, even when it’s annoying for me.”

“Samantha was humping everything in sight the last few months of her last lock up.” Jessica spoke up. “I had to let her out before she scratched all the furniture.”

Everyone at the table except Samantha laughed.

“Steven mostly just humps the bed and leaks semen fluid everywhere. So how was your release Samantha?”

Samantha had a stupid grin on her face that it explained it well. “Great – six orgasms – 30 minutes.”

“She almost screamed the house down.” Natasha added.

“So, tell me about these two new slaves we have here.” Katrina asked.

“I needed another person at work to replace you Katrina so after some consideration I hired Ambrosia.” Natasha started.

“Please don’t tell them Lady Natasha.” Amber pleaded

“Be quite slave. Anyway, I left her there alone one Friday afternoon to finish up some work she was behind on, I come back a little while later to get something I forgot to take home and you know what I see?”

“Oh god.” Abby went red.

“I walk into my office and on my desk is some naked guy lying down, Ambrosia is riding him, while Abigail is straddling his face and fingering herself.”

Amber and Abby’s faces were a bright red.

“So I’m standing there, they don’t notice me so after a few moments I clear vip escort my throat, all three stop what they are doing and look at me, they are motionless for what must have seemed like an eternity, the guy throws then both off, picks up his clothes and runs for the door.”

“Typical male, runs when the heat is on.” Jessica said taking a bite of lunch.

“Anyway, I have two naked girls in my office, they are both identical, one works for me and the other doesn’t, Ambrosia immediately asks if she is fired, I tell her no and then I decide to hire Abigail as well, then I thought might as well go the whole way and invited them over for dinner that night and I put them both in their place.”

“And in a town with high youth unemployment how could they say no.” Katrina finished the sentence for herself.

“No, I said yes outright, and what I do Abby does.” Amber said.

“As if, you were crying and on your knees begging to keep your job.” Abby replied.

“Silence!” Natasha said in a stern voice.

Everyone went quiet.

“So now I have my own personal slave, the first I have had in quite a while.” Natasha finished.

“So do you twins swap names sometimes?” I said laughing.

Samantha rolled her eyes at me.

“They know not to even consider it.” Jessica answered.

Abby and Amber exchanged smiles, they had done it before.

“Slaves, leave the table and go outside. I want to talk to the Mistresses alone.” Natasha said.

—

I sat alone outside under a tree on the far side of the back yard. Amber, Abby and Samantha sat together near the back door of the house, chatting about silly girl stuff no doubt, not that I really cared.

A little while later Samantha left the company of Abby and Amber and came over to join me, I wasn’t that interested in her.

“Hi” Samantha said sitting next to me.

“What do you want?”

“To talk?”

“Come to say you’re sorry?”

“What for?” Samantha said innocently.

“Oh I don’t know, being alive, being a bitch and getting me kicked out of this house.” I said angrily

“Oh that” Samantha said. “I guess things did get out of hand.”

“Out of hand? You almost glued my chastity belt shut permanently.”

“Jessica’s idea, I was just being loyal to her and following her orders.”

“Real mature answer Samantha, I guess you haven’t changed.”

“Are you going to be mad at me forever?” Samantha was getting upset.

I didn’t know how to answer that question, yes I was angry at her but I don’t want to stay that way forever.

“It worked out okay didn’t Steven?” Samantha continued. “Katrina followed you back to the city.”

“That’s not the point. I was happy here and you and Jessica ruined it.”

“Well, sorry.” Samantha said in a tone I had a hard time believing.

“So what wonderful things do you and Jessica have installed for me during my stay here?”

“Nothing Steven, I promise, things have changed now, neither of us care about you anymore, we only care for each other, you were sort of the catalyst for it.”

“Huh?”

“Right after you left, Natasha punished Jessica and me severely, we were canned until we bled, some of the welts still haven’t healed completely. After that we were both locked in a small dark room for two weeks, fed bread and water and no contact with anyone else, during that time we fell deeply in love with each other.”

“So Samantha the bi-sexual is now Samantha the lesbian?” I asked not convinced.

“I guess so. Death to all men!” Samantha smiled.

“Yup, you have been spending too much time around Jessica.”

“She isn’t that bad, as long as you don’t have balls.”

“Mine have probably shrunk or fallen off by now.”

We both laughed.

“Anyway, what do you think of Amber and Abby?” I changed the subject.

“Sluts! Both of them, I went to school with them; although I was a year a head those two, everyone knew of their reputation.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I seem to remember a certain someone with different partners every two weeks, guys and girls.”

“I like to think of it as discovering my sexuality.”

“You took a while.”

“Whatever, I’m happy with who I am and my life.”

Samantha and I sat there in silence for a little while longer before Amber and Abby came over and joined us.

“Hi.” Amber said softly.

‘Hi girls.” I replied.

“So this is the Steven that we have heard so much about.” Abby said in a harsher tone then of Amber.

“The one and only.” I replied.

“It’s nice to have a male around here.” Amber said.

“Look, drool or fantasise but don’t touch.” I smiled.

“Oh get over yourself, you aren’t that special.” Abby said disgusted at my comment.

“Well Samantha would have disagreed with that a few months ago.”

Abby and Amber looked at Samantha curiously.

“Amber is right you aren’t that great; I had been around females so long I would want any male.” Samantha did an alright job of covering up her past.

“Not that I care what any of you think, I have Katrina elit escort and that’s all I need.”

“She’s too good for you, you know that right?” Abby said unrelenting in her attacks on me.

“I am constantly reminded by everyone around here that every woman is and always will be too good for me, so you telling me that is nothing new for me.” I said half angrily and half smiling.

“Abby, just shut up, I’m sick of your crap.” Samantha yelled.

“You shut up; just because you have been here longer then us you think you can tell us what to do.” Abby yelled back.

“Both of you be quiet please.” Amber said softly.

They both did.

“So do you know what is planed for Christmas and New Years?” I asked not knowing a thing.

“Don’t know, I think we are all going into town for New Years, party in the main street I heard.” Samantha answered knowing just a touch more then me.

I chuckled to myself. “Looks like I’ll be stuck to Katrina’s side all night then.”

“Why?” Amber asked.

“She doesn’t let me out alone in public.”

“Doesn’t she trust you?” Abby asked laughing.

“Guess not.” I said unhappily.

“I don’t think it’s a question of trust at all, I think its all about control and her quest to have in her eyes the perfect man.” Samantha said.

Abby couldn’t stop laughing. “The perfect man – there is no such thing.”

“You don’t understand, before moving in here Katrina was engaged to be married, the guy treated her pretty bad and then he finally dumped her, Katrina took it hard, real hard and she vowed to herself to never ever let it happen again. Thus Katrina now demands total control of Steven.”

“Why do I get more pieces to the story every time I hear it?” I asked to no one in particular.

“Only Katrina knows the full story Steven, she tells everyone different things and she doesn’t like to talk about it much at all so it’s hard to get a full picture of what went on.” Samantha said feeling sorry for Katrina.

“Why don’t you ask her Steven?” Amber asked.

“I might just do that, but she’ll talk about it when she is ready.”

We continued our chat on just about anything and everything for a little while longer, actually the girls talked while I just listened.

It was late afternoon when Natasha and the Mistresses came outside to see what we were up to, we slaves moved to where they were sitting, near the back door at the picnic table.

“Having fun slaves?” Jessica asked a little tired and her hair in a bit of a mess.

“Actually we were going to ask you three the same thing.” I replied.

“Wonderful time.” Katrina said, also with messy hair and wrinkled clothes.

“Would it be out of place of me to ask what you three have been up to?” Samantha asked a question which we all assumed the answer too.

“Sure would slave.” Natasha answered.

It took me a few moments to notice but Katrina had her collar back on, I started to get nervous and worried, did this mean that Katrina belongs to Natasha again and so do I?

“Katrina, why are you wearing THAT collar again?” I asked seriously.

“I don’t like how you asked that Steven.” Katrina answered unhappy with me.

“Well?”

Samantha, Abby and Amber were all quiet waiting for the answer too.

“It’s just while we are here slave, it will come off when I leave.” Katrina finally answered.

“What’s wrong Steven?” Natasha asked, “Don’t you like Katrina being collared to me anymore?”

“Doesn’t matter.” I said looking away for a moment.

“Steven, look at me.” Katrina ordered.

I slowly turned to look at Katrina with a sour look on my face.

“A part of me will always belong to Natasha and I wear this collar because I’m proud to belong to her.”

“I said it doesn’t matter.” I Lied.

“What ever.” Katrina said getting fed up with me. “As long as you do what Natasha and Jessica orders you to do I don’t care.”

“What ever” I replied back. I got up and left the table and went over to sit back underneath the tree alone.

—

I sat underneath the tree alone, I could see everyone looking at me every once in a while but none came over to speak to me. Hours must of past before Katrina marched over towards me.

“Get up off the ground slave.”

I looked up at Katrina.

Having no patience Katrina bent over and pulled me up by the hair. “I said get up.”

“Geez… I’m up.” I said annoyed.

“What the hell is your problem slave?” Katrina asked with her hands on her hips.

“Nothing.” I answered.

Katrina pushed me up against the tree with one hand and said slowly “Don’t lie to me, tell me what is the problem now.”

I could feel my tear ducts swelling. “We were supposed to be past this, you were supposed to be free of Natasha, and you’re supposed to be free to do what you want.”

“I am Steven.”

“Then why are you wearing that collar?”

“I told you before that a part of me will always belong to Natasha, that doesn’t mean she has control over me… mostly.”

“Mostly?” I said disgusted.

“I’ll always submit to her and so will you.”

“I’m only ever going to be with you Katrina; I don’t care about anyone else.”

“Steven, we only have to submissive around her and at her place, any time else I’m my own person and you submit to me, understand?”

“Okay.” I said softly.

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This story is essentially an interracial one, between a high up Lady from the UK, and a young black stable hand, it develops in to love, and there is an added lesbian twist towards the end.

*****

Lady Samantha Walker was against the four by two rails that formed the dividers of the four horse stable, her arms were outstretched, her wrists bound by leather straps, her booted feet were about three feet apart, they too were tied with leather straps, other than that, the Lady had no clothing on at all, she was stark naked.

In front of her on his knees was Mathew, her nineteen year old stable manager. His hands were on her bare thighs and his face was buried deep into her yielding pussy, his long tongue was so far in her she thought she could feel it tickling the back of her belly button.

Lady Samantha’s head was lolling from side to side as he pursued her clit, and her collapse, her full downfall, and her surrender. He had thought he had got it yesterday, but today had gone differently than he had expected. Yesterday had been a surprise, not expected at all.

It all started out innocently enough, her Ladyship had rung down had ordered him the night before to prepare Blaze for her to ride at 7pm, it was early but Mathew didn’t mind. This was a chance to spend a little private time with his mistress; he would do anything for her, anything, including fucking her brains out if he ever got the chance.

Yesterday that chance arrived for him big time, and he took it, and he took it with glee and total gusto. He ended up fucking her before she knew he was doing it, and when she did know, it was too late to stop him, he had ridden her on and off for nearly two hours, making her cum several times before giving up exhausted himself.

The Lady had asked him to accompany her as the last time she had ridden Blaze, he had tried to throw her, so she was a little wary and felt she needed some support until she was sure of him again. Mathew had gladly gone along, they rose everywhere, up the hills along ridge, through gully’s, stopping for a rest, let the horses drink, let them walk a little before she decided it was time to head back.

He had watched her mount Blaze, the horse was a beauty, light brown, a white mane, a white tail, and a Blaze from between his ears to his nostrils, hence Blaze. But Her Ladyship outdid the horse in the beauty stakes by far, she was the most elegant and beautiful woman he had ever seen and he loved her, lusted for her and would do anything she asked of him.

She was here on the Caribbean island retreat that her family had owned and passed down to her. She had her own money, she came from money, but despite her high end upbringing, she was a woman first and last. She had married well too. Her and her husband were regular visitors from London England. She often stayed behind when he had to go back in their private jet for political dealings, of which Mathew knew nothing and cared less. All he cared about was being near her. He was a Lord of something or other, so she was Lady of something, that’s all he knew about her.

He had just turned nineteen, he was 6ft tall, angular and rangy, but he was a powerful boy, and as good looking as any black boy on his native island. He was also popular with the girls, including some married women when their husbands were away at sea. His granddad used to warn him off, but never berated him, ‘he’s a boy after all,’ he would think, ‘let him sow his wild oats!’

Lady Samantha was in her late twenty’s he reckoned, possibly early thirties. She was so softly sensual, and utterly beautiful, long blond hair, deep smoky grey eyes, and lips he wanted to kiss all day long, and a body, of which he had glimpsed a few times when she went into the huge outdoor heated pool, was to die for. She was full breasted, narrow waisted, and the longest fabulous legs. And in her different bikinis he would have a hard on that was difficult to hide from her.

Her ladyship of course knew the effect she had on him and indeed most men around her wherever she went. She wouldn’t show off, but she did strike the occasional pose for naughtiness. Mathew would tell his granddad with which he lived, as his own parents were no more.

He would tell him with bated breath what she had been wearing, what she had done, where and how, his granddad would laugh and tell him to ‘go for it.’ And then say, “when you get her Mathew, bring her to me, I’ll show you how to handle her!” He would smile at the boy knowing he had a snowballs chance in hell of doing it.

Lady Samantha was wearing her riding attire, long sleeved frilly blouse, buttoned all the way up, a red rose ribbon tied daintily around her neck that fluttered in the breeze, a long cotton skirt that buttoned all the way up, and riding boots that gleamed with Mathew’s attention to them. He could even smell her when she had finished riding on Blaze’s saddle, it smelled of her delicious aroma, sex!

She cantered along, going through a long grass meadow on a slightly sloping hill side. fatih escort She kicked her heels and Blaze took off, near the top of the slope Blaze skittered, it threw Samantha off, she landed heavily, and it stunned her, she lay there unconscious. Mathew jumped of his horse and raced to her.

He checked her for possible broken bones; he knew how to do that because his uncle was a doctor on the island. He decided she was okay, just a little concussed; he would wait until she came round, and then get her back home. Then he saw her breasts pumping up and down, her nipples protruding under the thin blouse.

Without thinking he stroked one, it seemed alive, it moved, he stroked it again, and he could see it growing, his next touch made it grow more, and the next one he felt the hardness of it. He gripped it lightly, she groaned, he let go quickly, then realised she was still out of it, he gripped it again, she groaned again, but he never let go this time.

He nipped the other one and the same thing happened, now he slightly turned them, she moaned. Mathew knew arousal when he saw or heard it; he had been with a few women by now to know. Squeezing them her ladyship moved, moaned again, but never opened her eyes. Her lips had changed colour too, they were now a deep blood red, and an old flame had told him that when a woman’s lips go deep red, she is up for a shagging.

Mathew took the plunge, he swiftly undid her blouse, pushed her bra up and sucked her nipples, the moan from her Ladyship told him he was good to go. He sucked and nibbled each in turn. Samantha moved slowly from side to side but never tried to stop him, she was still slightly concussed. His hand snaked under her skirt, into her tiny panties, and he fingered a wet pussy. “Now or never Mathew, you’ll end up in jail for this,” he said to himself. But his now massively hard young black prick would allow him no conscience.

Mathew knew it would be viewed as rape, but he yanked her dress up, pulled her panties off her, undid his jeans, threw them to one side and he was over her instantly. He found her entrance and sank into the slickest of silky depths he had ever known. He breathed a sigh of happiness, and began to fuck his mistress; he was in now, no going back.

Mathew humped at her; not wanting her to wake and cause a scene, where they were on the hill no one would ever see them, unless they passed overhead in a helicopter. He raised himself up on his elbows, then started a long smooth, but powerful rhythm, soon he couldn’t hold back. He blew a bucket load of hot steaming cum into the prone blond beauty under him.

But Mathews prick stayed hard, he knew it would, it always did if he was enjoying a good screw, and this day was the most enjoyable he had ever had, so far. He was looking at the serenity of the woman below him, close up her features were even better, a flawless skin, the closed eyes, those lips. He kissed her quickly, they were soft and warm, he kissed her again, but for longer this time.

He looked at her again, her eyes fluttered, he quickly locked lips, her mouth was slightly open, he dipped his tongue between them, then started screwing her once more. He went at a strong pace, but he was gentle, careful not to bang her, not yet anyway, he thought.

Mathew heard a groan from within her, he lifted his mouth from hers, and she spoke, or muttered, “Oh, Hmmm, Oh what… Mmmmm.” Then he felt arms encircle him, Mathew humped at her, picking up speed, and increased the power. He had just dumped a load in her, so he knew he could fuck for as long as he wanted to, within reason, considering whom he was fucking.

The hands dug in, nails taking hold, feet falling over his legs. He almost jumped up and shouted, “She likes it, she loves it, she wants to be fucked!” Mathew now got on with the job in hand, he fucked his mistress like he hadn’t fucked a woman before, ‘if this is the first and last, then it’s going to be s good one!’ Were the words he said to himself in his happy head.

He looked down at her once more and her smoky grey eyes were fixed on him, it stopped in his tracks, but only momentarily, he was on the out stroke. Lady Samantha said, “Mathew, what are you…” but his renewed inward thrust silenced any further words, even if she was going to tell him to keep going.

He went after her now full blast, he fucked her manically, and solidly, Lady Samantha hung on with every thrusting shot, his cock working its magic had her moaning under him, “hmming, and Arggghing.” He kissed her again, she turned her head away, he grabbed her hair, and forced her mouth back to his, he kissed her deeply, tonguing her violently. The Lady kissed him back; there would be no further protest or denials now.

Maybe that would come later, but for now, she was his to fuck now, and she wasn’t intending to try and stop the hair raising and fantastic screwing she was getting from her black boy servant. The cock in her was the best she could remember, it was long, it was hard, very hard, mecidiyeköy escort she could feel the stiff iron of it as it brushed aside her pussy walls with every thump. And on top of that she could also feel the magical thickness; it was the cock a man on a boy’s torso.

Lady Samantha Walker was having the best screw she had ever had, and though she had tried feebly to resist it, she was now fully a part of it, giving him back what she could, humping him where it was available, kissing him back when he kissed her. This was her first time black, it was all knew and it had added to her mountainous arousal, she came again and again.

She had never once in her life considered a black man for a lover, not even for a one off, a one night stand, never. She had her reputation to protect, her standing; she had always maintained aloofness to those she saw as below her station, except for those in her employ. But today she was being used and screwed fabulously by her employee. And though she hated to admit it to herself, it was the best her mind could recall.

The place they were, under the sun, in tall soft meadow grass, the boy above her in the ascendancy. It all made it surreal; she gave in completely to the moment, to Mathew. He not knowing this continued the demolition of his blond beautiful mistress. She was cumming with alarming regularity. Mathew hammered her with greater and greater power; his speed in and out was ferocious. Hips slapping hips, then came his moment of truth.

He was going to cum, his pace dropped but got stronger, then he crushed her with one last mighty thrust and his brand newly created sperm hit her insides, scaldingly hot, super thick, and creamy as it slid up through and past her cervix and into her womb.

He fell on her, he had done the best he could, he had given everything he had, nothing had been left behind, she had got it all. He kissed her softly, she returned the kiss languidly, then he slid off to lie at her side. Samantha was locked in her body, she knew she had just been given the best sex she could remember, but it had been her servant, her stable boy, and he was black!

Suddenly she realised the enormity of what had happened, she couldn’t deny the glory of it. But she had succumbed to a black boy. She still didn’t know she had been unconscious when he had taken advantage of her, that she had been raped. All she knew was how fabulously dirty she was feeling, his cock had been the best, of that there was no doubt. But he was still a boy, and he was still black!

In her position she should have rejected him out of hand, sacked him on the spot for being so forward and disrespectful. And possibly have the police involved too for good measure, to let others know that you did not mess with the great and the good. That the elites of this world had their place.

“Mathew,” she said quietly, but with complete authority, “no one must ever know of this, absolutely no one, do you hear me, do you understand. If this ever gets out I will see you in jail for a very long time!” Her eyes flashed, he got the message, Mathew understood perfectly, and reverently nodded his head. Her Lady ship sat there for a long time mulling over in her head what to do about him, whether to get rid of him or give him a second chance.

She decided on the latter, it must have been her fault, she must have egged him on, but she couldn’t remember doing it. Lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even pulled her skirt down, she had pulled her blouse together to cover her breasts but that was all. Mathew’s eyes took in her long legs, the smooth shape, the way they seemed to be carved from white marble, hip to toe.

His prick rose under him, he was getting his third breath, he was hard in a flash of her thigh. The sight of her sat there in the grass was too inviting for him. He pounced on her, the surprise attack had her on her back in a moment, he was between her legs, and his prick found its mark with one hit.

Lady Samantha had no time to cry out as she was torpedoed and sunk without trace; the waves of lust so recently ebbing away washed her overboard again. The black boy was skewering her like a kebab on a barbeque spike. She mewled helplessly as her stable hand set about her again. Irresistibly pounding into her still hot and humid spunk filled to the top pussy. Her legs went up and over him again, as he beat her with his young and strident black prick.

The good lady had no answer; there was nothing to say about it, there was nothing to do about it. She was being wonderfully mastered by her boy lover, deep in the long grass, and under the warm sun. Mathew’s ass was like a steam pump, up and down, up and down, and his now seemingly monumental black prick was the piston shaft that brought her oils to the surface, and also brought the glorious end to the day for her.

Samantha came cum upon cum, she was burning inside from the slick friction of the shaft plumbing her depths, the wide mushroom headed pylon was filling and emptying her topkapı escort as is drilled her completely. She cried out in ecstatic joy as the largest climax she had ever had hit home. It was enormous, she was stricken with it, immobilised by it, it was pain on fabulous pain.

She would never cum like this again, there can only be one time when an orgasm such as this comes a woman’s way, and she was sure this was it. She held him tighter than she had ever held onto her husband, he hadn’t ever got this far with her, no one had. Her cum rolled around her like thunder on a day of thunder, tornado’s ripped through her.

When the marbles in her head stopped spinning, and her sight returned to focus, she saw Mathew lying at her side facing her and smiling. He knew what he had done, or thought he did, he was certain he had given her the best ride she had ever had. And he decided that that would save his bacon, she would never report him now.

Lady Samantha rose unsteadily to her feet, she didn’t speak, she straightened her clothing and tried to mount Blaze, she couldn’t, she didn’t have the strength to get on. Mathew hurriedly helped her up, sitting astride now she set of at a walk, Mathew trailed behind her. He never spoke either thinking it was better now to be quiet.

When they arrived back, she rode her horse straight into the stable and slid off. She stood with it until Mathew took the reins from her, she stepped away, he was too close. Clasping his hands together, he spoke softly, “My Lady, are you alright, please say you are.”

This softened her stance, “yes Mathew I’m fine, but like I said, not one word!” Then she strode off, but Mathew called after her.

“You have nothing to fear from me maam, I swear.” This made her feel better, and she walked into her home.

“It really is a good job Rupert had to go back,” she thought as she allowed herself to limp once she had closed the door behind her. “I am going to have to try and keep that boy at distance from now on,” she decided. Later she had dinner on her veranda and a couple of glasses of wine.

This helped her mind to relax and turn back to the events of the day, but try as she might she still couldn’t remember how it had happened. How he had seduced her the way he had. Because she was sure she would not have seduced him, never. She even thought maybe he had drugged her, but that was out of the question, they had been riding for an hour before she ended up underneath him and being royally screwed.

The memory of that was securely fastened in her mind, the mind numbing climaxes she had had, the body ripping earth shattering orgasms, and especially the last ones when he had jumped her, and given her the most memorable sex she could ever remember having. She felt her pussy tremble, it heated up, she closed her eyes as the memory gave her extended pleasure, her fingers sought her clit.

It found it, and the good Lady returned to where she had been that day, underneath her fantastic black boy lover, and unknown to her, rapist. She had another shattering orgasm, her mind fixed on the black shaft that had emptied her mind and her body’s nectar filled fuel tank. Evidence of that was on her cum filled soaking skirt.

Lady Samantha took off all of her clothing and burned it in the wood burner, no evidence of today, she thought. But her mind as evidence was primed. She took a hot bath and retired, but she had recurring dreams of being attacked by coloured men, taken away, escaping but running in treacle so she couldn’t get away. She woke several times sweating profusely. But she also found she was sexually excited by them.

Samantha rose early, she had a light breakfast but her dreams were still vivid in her mind. She was sexually alive somehow, vitality raced through her. She was excited, she felt just so good, she needed exercise badly; she needed to set herself free. ‘Ride Blaze again,’ she thought. “Yes, that’s what I need, the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and Blaze beneath me!”

The Lady called Mathew and ordered him to prepare Blaze, “Am I to go with you again my Lady?” he asked. The answer was a firm no; she would go on her own. He was thoroughly discouraged; he had thought that they would ride again today, and that somehow she would let him know that she wanted to stop somewhere, maybe in the long soft grass again.

He prepared the horse, and off the Lady went in her new riding attire, the same as yesterday but different in colour. He was morose, maybe it was just a one off and he would be well advised to forget it. He waited and waited for her to return. Samantha was having the time of her life aboard the powerful steed between her legs. Yet all the while her arousal was growing, she could feel it, she revelled in it.

The Lady slowed to a walk, and she just couldn’t resist the urge to stand in her stirrups and allow the horn of her saddle to rub her wanton pussy, lots of little satisfying climaxes frittered through her mind and body. On her return Mathew was stood waiting for her, she leaped off with great aplomb. But her arousal had brought the memory of what Mathew had done to her the day before firmly to the fore of her mind. She smiled at him, pleased he was there to take charge of Blaze, he brushed him, watered him, and walked him. All the while she observed him.

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“Hmmm… that’s good boy, keep doin that. Seems the wake-up call I gave you worked nicely. Next time, don’t let me have to warn you though boy. I mean exactly what I said. Your butt will be beaten so badly you’ll not know what hit you. And hey — I don’t just stop there. Oh no, honey. I also like to rub salt in the wounds. Get me? What boy, I can’t hear you. What’s that?”

Ethan mumbled, “yes, Mistress.”

Allison turned her attentions once more to Sabrina. “Girl, come, get your ass up here. I want to finger your snatch properly this time.”

Sabrina stopped slurping at her Mistress’s breast and got up onto the couch on all fours. She then lowered her head and pushed her bottom towards Allison in order to provide free access to her sex trench.

“Okay baby, that’s close enough. Hmmmmm,” Allison started to buck her hips onto Ethan’s face.

“Come on honey, you gotta open up for me,” she said to Sabrina, “knees further apart. What, do I have to fucking beg you or something?” Allison slapped at the girl’s upturned bottom cheeks.

“S… sorry Mistress,” Sabrina stuttered.

“You will be fucking sorry. Now come on, I haven’t got all day, girl!” Allison moved her right hand in between Sabrina’s legs and started to gently massage at the girls swollen cunt lips. “Girl, does Mistress Teana ever fist you?”

“Erm, yes Mistress. She erm does like to do that, Mistress.”

“That’s good cos I’m gonna do it too. First, let’ s get you warmed up though. Can’t be fisting a dried up pussy hole now, can we… Hey, here’s an idea. Maybe Mistress Teana can do your butt, while I do your dripping hole. Now that’s a great idea, don’t you think girl? Come on, tell me what you think about it. I can’t hear you. Good idea or not good idea? Are you fucking deaf as well as dumb?”

She didn’t wait for Sabrina to respond. “Boy, get your tongue in deep. I want to come all over your face. Then this fucking blonde-haired witch can lick it all off. Ooooh yeahhh…”

Teana reappeared. “Hey honey, how are things progressing? I see you have the bitch exactly where you want her. Good for you!”

“Yeah darling. She tells me that you fist her quite often. How does she take it?”

“Yup, she’s good. She’ll come good for ya. And she’s fairly loose too, as you can probably tell by now.” Teana smiled at Allison.

“Darling, you look gorgeous.” Allison complimented Teana on her appearance. She had changed into a bright red baby doll which barely concealed her over-sized chest. The ribbon trimmed hem complimented the see-through bodice. Teana was also sporting a very large black strap-on, fitted tightly around her hips and ready for action.

“Thanks babe. I just got this outfit about a month ago. Been meaning to use it but just never had the occasion. Well, today’s the day. Time for a blast.” She picked up her tumbler of whisky and swigged down half the contents in one go. “Time to see some combat, I think.” She put her glass down.

“Chia, where the hell are you?” she shouted.

A avrupa yakası escort moment later, a very pretty little Chinese lady appeared in the doorway. She was short in stature — only about 5 feet or so. She was naked except for a blue crotchless lacy thong. Small pert breasts. Small nipples. Short dark hair in the style of a bob. Skin as white as cotton. “Ma’am, wanted me Ma’am? I busy kitchen.”

“Don’t bother about the kitchen now, dear. Let the other girls deal with the preparations. Come to me.” Teana beckoned the girl to follow her. She walked over to a large recliner seat that was positioned in the corner of her living room then sat down and lay back. “Let me lube my equipment. Then you can perch on top and enjoy the good hard fucking you’re just about to receive.” Teana picked up a bottle of lubricant she had lying on a table beside the recliner. She snapped open the top and squeezed some of the contents into the palm of her left hand. She then smeared it up and down her black 12 inch strap-on dildo. The Mistress replaced the lube on the table. Teana then motioned the Asian cutie to sit on her lap.

Chia lowered herself very gently on top of her Mistress’s pleasure tool. She let out a moan as it slipped inside her valley of love. “Hopefully this whopper doesn’t fuck you up too much, little darling,” Teana grinned wickedly.

Meanwhile, Allison was making quick smart progress. “Ah that’s it boy, keep it, keep it there, keeeeepppp… ahhhhhhh,” she climaxed over Ethan’s mouth. The Mistress pushed Ethan’s head from between her legs and slumped in the sofa, dropping her hand from Sabrina’s now dripping love hole.

Over in the corner, little Chia was busy pumping up and down on her Mistress’s strap-on dildo, moaning loudly with pleasure. Teana had her hands planted firmly on her sex slave’s hips and was aiding the petite Chinese girl’s efforts. “Yeah baby, ride my big fat dick. That’s a girl, baby. Yeah, get it right inside. Get all 12 inches of my fat black dickie right inside your beautiful little twat.” Teana slapped viciously at the girl’s breasts. The girl pumped harder, egged on by the painful tit slapping her Mistress was intent on giving her.

Allison regained her composure. “Hey Teana, you got it good girl!” she laughed.

“Yeah baby, this little one is a real hottie so she is! They always say that the best things come in small packages. Well, in this case, that’s only too true.” She continued to slap at the Asian girl’s reddening titties. “You wanna fist that fuck bitch, honey?” she pointed towards Sabrina who was patiently waiting her Mistress’s next move, still with her bottom thrust upwards towards Allison. “Here, I have some lube you can use. Boy, come over and get it.”

Ethan picked himself off the floor and walked over to get the lube for his Mistress.

“Come boy, squirt some on this dripping pussy.” Allison instructed him. Ethan snapped open the lid and proceeded to drizzle some lubricant onto Sabrina’s bakırköy escort upturned nether regions. “Okay, now rub it over and get some inside.” Allison directed him. Ethan did as he was told, savouring the experience of touching up the pretty girl’s sex.

“Fine. Now come sit next to me and watch the action. You’ll be getting the same soon enough so you may as well see what you’re in for.” Allison smeared her right hand over the girl’s sex in order to lubricate her fingers. “Teana, darling, here goes. Gunning for glory so I am.” Allison slipped two fingers inside Sabrina’s pussy hole and started to prod around, teasing the girl, getting her wet. Sabrina moaned with pleasure. Allison then thrust in a third finger, then a fourth. “Oh, she’s so easy. Big girly you are, aren’t you, dear. I’ll soon have my whole fist in your juicy fuck trench. Maybe I’ll go for both hands, what’dya say, dear? Up for that? Think that would be nice? Want to have both Mommy’s hands fucking your twat, do you? Or… what else? Hmmm… maybe one hand in your juicy fuck, and the other in your tight rose bud. Hmmmm…. yeah, I like that idea. Ethan, what do you say, boy?”

Ethan did not know what to say. He was riveted to the action. His dick as hard as iron.

“Boy, say something will ya! Geez. Am I talking to myself or what?” Allison goaded Ethan for an answer.

“Eh, well, erm,” Ethan stuttered, “emmm, well…”

“Oh golly da gosh,” Allison said, “is it really so difficult. Simple answer is all that’s needed.” The Mistress now had her whole fist stuck up inside the girls pussy and was pushing and pulling, back and forth. The girl groaned and bucked her hips in tandem with her Mistress’s thrusting. “Okay, let’s make it a bit easier for you, shall we,” she said to Ethan. “Imagine you had two holes. Which would you prefer? Both hands in your gaping pussy, or one hand in your da pussy and one hand in your ass? Think about it for a moment, boy. I mean, look, this slut obviously loves me fisting her cunt, right? So, that means, chances are very high that she’ll enjoy two hands in there even more than she does one hand. Question is, can I get both my hands in there. Hmmm… does seem so, doesn’t it, boy?”

“Hmmm, I think both, Mistress,” Ethan replied. “I think she will enjoy both hands in her, erm, pussy. And she will also enjoy one hand in pussy and one hand in her emm, other hole.”

“Ah yessssss. You see boy. This is why I like you. You’re on my side every time. I like that answer. Clever boy. Move to the head of the class!”

The moaning over in the corner of the room was growing ever louder. Allison looked over. “Ah look at the girl go,” she said to Teana.

Chia, the petite Chinese girl, was bouncing around wildly on Teana’s 12 inch strap-on dildo. Her head swinging from side to side as she climaxed over and over.

“Yeah babyyyyy. Look at this little cutie go. Isn’t she marvellous, Allison?” Teana beamed.

“Wah hell yeah. She’s fantastic. beylikdüzü escort Just purrrrfect! I’d love to have a shot with her too, darling. Okay with you?” Allison asked her friend.

Teana nodded. “Oh yes of course, darling. She’s all yours. Use her and abuse her in any way you feel inclined.”

“Later baby, later. And thanks! I have to attend to other matters at the moment, as you can see. I don’t think this whore would be too grateful if I dropped her in favour of the Asian lesbo. Best I fuck her up good and proper, then later on, I’ll do some intense work on that Asian cutie.”

“Sure baby, sure. I think after I’m finished with her, she’ll be so pooped that she’ll not be capable for much more,” Teana laughed. “Talking of poop, I think its time we swapped holes, darling. Your love tunnel has had more than enough attention for now. Hop off and let’s get started on your shit hole,” she instructed the little Chinese. The girl stopped bucking, and eased herself up. “Honey, best you lube or there may be some damage, and we don’t want that to happen, do we? Catch your breath for a bit. Take a moment. There’s a good pet.”

“Yes Mistress, I lube,” the girl smiled at her Mistress, her face now reddened due to the exertion.

On the other side of the room, Allison was already hot in pursuit of getting both her fists fully into Sabrina. “How does that feel, girl?” Allison asked.

“Oooooooohhh, Mistress, ooooommm, I…..”

“Oh, I see. So what you’re trying to say is that you are enjoying the experience, is it? Oh well then, seems we have that in common. I’m rather enjoying my time with you too,” Allison chuckled. “Now honey, come on, you need to do more of the work here, okay? I mean, look, its me who had to push to get in in the first place, so its your turn to do the pushing. That’s it, push and pull, push and pull. Get a nice rhythm going. Oooh yeah, honey. You got it good now. That’s it. Keep pushing and pulling. Ride my fists. Yeah, yeah, good. Keep the rhythm baby, you is doing good! Hey, boy, get me my whisky. You’ll have to put the glass to my lips. I’m a bit caught up at the moment,” Allison laughed. “You enjoying the action, boy? I bet you are. I bet you can’t wait till I get my fists in your tight little ass. But don’t you be worrying, baby, Mommy Allison will take care of you very soon. Mommy Allison never forgets what she promises, you know.”

Ethan picked up Allison’s whisky and gently put the rim of the glass to her lips. She sipped and then drew her head back. “Mmmm… nice.” The Mistress continued to enjoy fisting Sabrina for over 10 minutes. She then slowly eased out. “Wah, my hands are soaking. Girl, come, lick this goo off me. Gee, its all over my arms too. You are one wet whore, aren’t you. Erm, and don’t you be dripping none of that goo of yours on Teana’s lovely settee. Your pussy hole is gaping kinda big. I think we ought to get you a fucking diaper or something.”

Sabrina slowly turned around, trying to recover from her ordeal as quickly as she could in order to continue to please her Mistress to the best of her ability. Allison held up her hands and Sabrina started to lick and suck as she had been ordered to do. “Taste good, baby?” Allison smiled. Sabrina nodded. “Ah, I thought you’d like that. You’re a real pussy juice loving girl, aren’t you,” Allison derided her victim.

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He met them at separate times in different places. One over a year before when he first negotiated to scene with her and she said no not yet perhaps another time, the other only a half a year ago when she was visiting from far away as part of a poly family exploring a new venue. In the year since he had met the first, he had grown a lot in his role as bottom, finding his strengths and realizing what best suited him. He wasn’t really submissive all the time. He liked submitting and felt every woman he met was Dominant. Trial and error was his path. He was a strong man, maybe not so much in physical ways but in mind and soul. He was still searching for his path upon the Road of Submission and Dominance, but even so made his own path he took.

When the time came he was almost unprepared for it. He had packed his toy bag in the hopes that She might deign to play with him as he had pleaded with her so many times before. He had learned though those key phrases it seems a Dominant is born knowing, “We’ll see”, “Perhaps”, and “Maybe”. He had also learned that the more he pleaded, begged and whined the less interested she became in the topic.

That night he watched as all the ladies in his “Marshmallow Clan” got ready. Scurrying here and there picking out just the right outfit. One tomboy looking gecelik escort to find her role in the lifestyle, one beautiful lady dressed to kill in leather, and one pixie in her spring attire. These were his women, his Dominants, his as much as one can lay claim to the three women who by strange quirks of life all became his roommates within the last two months. The pixie and the tomboy headed out first, the lady in leather and he heading out after.

They all met up again in a local tavern with more of their friends spending an evening eating, drinking and being merry. When it was time to go more followed as the caravan grew. They all followed the pixie as she headed out, all going to a new place that only the pixie knew well. It was strange and exciting not knowing what may happen, who they would meet or what they would do.

As they walked around when they got there he saw all the wonders of the club they we seeing for the first time. Lead on a tour by the pixie that held his prize in site. It was a dungeon set up with care. Stocks and shackles lay waiting to be used. A massage table stood there just calling out for a warm body to lie upon it. In the corner, a swing made of leather, something to play with another day. He wondered would this be the sınırsız escort night. I have grown truly I have, I have not begged, whined, or pleaded for days weeks even months. Truly I don’t think so. I will wait I will see maybe tonight will be the night but I will not ask. She will tell me in her own way when it is Her pleasure to play.

She had a job to do his pixie, she was a hostess here it was not time quite yet for that play. He enjoyed playing in the pool with the friends that had joined them that night. Volleyball and walking the pool gave him something to take up his time. It was fun spending time here with his Dominants, the lady in leather and the pixie.

When things slowed down as he was sitting there talking with the lady in leather she came over. His pixie as he liked to call her for that’s what she reminded him of. Her short hair curling ever so lightly in her spring attire with just a twinkle in her eye as she said “Maybe, perhaps, it is time to see what the dungeon holds in store for thee.” His eyes lit up at the thought the time has come, it has been a long wait, but finally my pixie, she has called her pleasure, and the time is now. “Let me get my toys” he says.

He watches as his pixie and his lady in leather take this toy tesettürlü escort and that out for their perusal. A leather flogger, a cane. A paddle, a horsehair flogger. These are just a few of the toys they pull out to use. Maybe not all will be used but some will for sure. She turns to him, this pixie of his with a sparkle in her eye and a smile in her voice as she tells him to strip and lay on the table. The scene rolls out before him she uses every tool at her disposal. Talking to him and going slow, testing his likes and limits, his wants and needs. She learns his body and listens to his responsive grunts moans and umphs. She learns his weakness is in his feet.

He enjoys so much having them beat. She teases him as they progress, bringing to mind that he is thankful She has chosen today to play. Up and down his body she goes this way and that way, harder slower softer faster. The blows rain down so enjoyable. The day has arrived no more a maybe, perhaps or we’ll see. It is now here, the time is upon him. Time passes so quickly when you are enjoying. It’s over too soon yet not soon enough. He wonders when will be the next time and when will be the last. She leans over massaging him, her cool down she calls it. A bit of lotion and her warm strong hands. Massaging the soreness from both his back and her hands. He inhales the scents around him, his lady in leather, his pixie, the sweat intermingling with the scent of the lotion. All is well. He will be back tomorrow for even though he does not know it now he will tomorrow. His pixie and his lady in leather, they both will Dom him on the morrow.

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Not even a week into my new job as a part-time, live-in nanny, I’d been fucking the wife, Cathy, for three days, and had managed to seduce the husband, John, just last night. I was pretty sure I could have got him to ‘cum’ around sooner, except that he’d been out of town!

The next morning, I lay in bed until I heard the garage door opening, and John’s car pulling out of the driveway. A moment later, I heard Cathy calling up the stairs.

“Christie? Are you awake?”

I leapt out of bed, naked, and went flying down the stairs.

“Look at you, young lady! You didn’t want to put on even a little clothing? What if John forgot his wallet or something?”

“Oh, God, Cathy, I just have to talk about last night. It was amazing – you wouldn’t believe! I could have made him do anything!” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips. She opened to me immediately, and we just kissed for the next few minutes, exploring each others mouths and bodies – her hands roving all over me as I struggled to pull her t-shirt over her head without breaking the kiss.

I’d never been attracted to women, but Cathy’s Asian features, huge tits, world-class legs and waist-length black hair entrapped me the first time I saw her. Now, I couldn’t get enough of her.

Finally, we broke long enough to get her shirt off, and she said: “Thank you, Christie. He came home so horny last night, that we had the best sex EVER. And if that wasn’t enough, he fucked me just 10 minutes ago, and now his cum is dripping down my leg. Come and help me clean up!”

Giggling like a pair of grade-school girls, we ran hand-in-hand down the hall to her bedroom, where I threw her on her bed and dove into her muff. I licked the stream of cum from the inside of her thigh, then moved on to her pussy. Swirling my tongue around and around her outer lips, I cleaned off every trace of their combined juices, then I reached forward and spread her lips gently with the index fingers of both hands, and delicately dipped my tongue into her tunnel.

Cathy groaned with pleasure, and I lapped deeper. I’d tasted both Cathy and John before, and loved them both, but I was thrilled to find that their combined flavors made as much difference as blending Merlot and Cabernet to make a fine Bordeaux. [I study enology – I’m afraid I can’t help using wine metaphors!] I raised my head and looked up at Cathy’s face. She grinned at me, then took hold of both ears and forced my face back down to her pussy. I happily resumed my breakfast.

I ran my tongue the length of her slit, then deep into her vagina. I slurped and sucked, then pulled back and nibbled at her inner lips, then back again as deep as my tongue could reach. Cathy began to moan When I could no longer taste John’s cum, only Cathy’s free flowing honey, I pulled back a little and pulled on her clit with my lips, wrapping my tongue around it, then flicking across it. I felt the tremors building in her body, then her hips began to buck and I reached up to find her nipples and twisted them gently.

“Ohhhh. Christie, make me cum! Ahhhhhhhhh!”

She shuddered once more, and collapsed – literally drained, as I swallowed the last of her juice. I slid up to lie next to her and rested my head on her beautiful breasts.

“When do you have to leave for work?”

“I’m officially seeing my obstetrician, right now – so around 10:00.”

Cathy was five months pregnant with her second child, so she could probably get away with that story pretty often – and if her co-workers thought she was seeing the OB rather often, they’d just be sympathetic to a mother having a difficult pregnancy.

“Oh, great! Thanks for the promotion – as far as I can tell you’re doing fine. But I’m worried that you may not be getting enough sex, so I’ll write you a prescription.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate your concern.”

“That’s DOCTOR sweetheart, please. Show some respect.”

We laughed, and then she asked the question she’d been aching to have answered – “So what happened last night?”

“Well, I met him at the airport, and he tried to kiss my cheek, but I manoeuvred him into kissing me on the lips, and when I showed him how willing I was, it turned into a pretty steamy clench! So, it turned out that he just happens to be looking after a colleague’s apartment, where I agreed to go with him – did you know about this place?”

“Sure. Erich is German, and still has projects going on back home, so he spends a lot of time back there.”

“You don’t think he’s taking other women back there, do you?”

“No, I really believe you’re the first woman he’s tried to cheat with.”

“Well, anyway, when we got to his car, he tried to slip his hand up my dress, and I told him he was a naughty boy, and Nanny might have to discipline him. You should have seen him light up! Did you really not know that he liked to be dominated?”

“Cross my heart, I had no idea!’

“As soon as we were in the apartment, I made him give me his belt and strip – then when he just dropped cihangir escort his clothes on the floor, I called him a slob and strapped him with his own belt. I took him to the bedroom, tied him to the bed, and came all over him – but I wouldn’t let HIM cum! I told him I was sending him home to you.”

“You primed his pump beautifully, my dear! He was a little overexcited, and had an accident when we first started…”

“I know – I was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine, listening,” I smirked.

“… but that meant that when I got him stiff again, he was able to do an especially good job. He was particularly attentive.”

“So, can we keep him? Can we make him our sex slave?”, I asked anxiously.

“A wise man once said, ‘No man can serve two masters.’ Strange as it may seem, at a time like this, it feels like a violation of my marriage vows. I didn’t promise to “honor and obey”, but neither did he. So, I’m afraid we can’t, dear.”

I must have looked like somebody had just kicked my dog, because she laughed and said: “but I don’t mean you shouldn’t, silly. I’m cool with you making him your slave, just as long as you remember that he’s MY husband. It’s a huge turn-on for me, and apparently for him. I just don’t think I can bring myself to discipline him, myself … except, of course, for the punishment he deserves for cheating on me!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the bestest birthday present ever!”

“I thought your birthday was in February,” she said, puzzled.

“It is! Thanks for giving me my present early!”

“You’re welcome – there’s something else I should be doing for you, too,” and she started to stroke my pussy.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to just lay here like this until you have to go. I’ve had more sex in the last three days than in the entire last year, and I’m well sated. I’d just like to cuddle with the woman I love.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

After a moment, I wondered: “You do appreciate the irony, I hope, of wanting to punish him for cheating on you, while we’re lying here after I just finished eating you?”

“That’s not the same thing at all! I always wanted us to share you, and he wanted you for himself.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, a little sceptically – after all, they hadn’t ‘shared’ me, though we’d all had sex with each other at different times. Still, Mama always said not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Of course, Mama would have told me not to get into this sort of situation, too, but what does she know? The mere existence of my step-father suggests she isn’t an expert in relationship planning.

“So what’s the next step?”

“Well, I’m new to the ‘Domme’ business, myself, so I’m just winging it. But I’ll make another trip to ‘Venus and Adonis’ this morning, to pick up a few accessories. I absolutely need some restraints and a collar, but Jill will know what I need.”

“Is this the same Jill who introduced you to the pleasures of womanly love? Should I be jealous?”

“Yes, and no! I did tell you that making love to a woman didn’t turn me on until I met you. Perhaps, it was because I’m turned on by dominating John – Jill’s dominant, too. I didn’t know that then, but it would certainly explain our incompatibility. One of these days, I’ll have to introduce you and John to Jill and Stephanie, her … slave, I guess. I’m not really sure what the correct term would be – they are certainly not ‘partners’, except perhaps in the business sense, but I think Stephanie only stays because she wants to, which isn’t really a ‘slave’ relationship.

“Anyway, I’ll spend the afternoon training him. If all goes well, you can join us on Saturday – I’ll have him tied and blindfolded, and you can decide when you want to reveal yourself.”

“Oh, God, I can hardly wait!”

She kissed me, and this time when I felt her hand move between my legs, I didn’t try to stop her. I rolled onto my back, and she followed me. Taking a nipple into her mouth she rolled it in her tongue, then spat it out like a peach pit, repeating the process on the other side.

“I love your beautiful little peaches, my dear.”

“I’m pretty fond of those enormous melons you’re waving at me too,” I said, squeezing a nipple and making her tremble. “But I wouldn’t want the strain it must put on your back.”

Laughing, she swung her leg across my face, then with the previously mentioned fruits dragging sensuously across my belly, licked her way south. As her tongue passed my belly button, her pussy came into view and I puller her hips towards my face. Just as my outstretched tongue reached her pussy, I felt hers touch my clit, and a small tremor ran from my vagina up through my belly.

Cathy slowly ate me to ecstasy as I tried to do the same for her.

“Ooh – I don’t taste my John in there.”

“Sorry – I’ll save some for you next time,” I panted. “I made him cum on me, and then lick me clean, as part of his training.”

“‘S okay. You always taste fulya escort so sweet.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond, as I’d found a particularly effective spot to nibble, and she gasped and her thighs clenched hard on my head, putting an end to chat.

We took it slow and gentle, the tension slowly building. I licked her pussy lips, probing as deeply as I could with my tongue, thrusting deep into her channel, then pulling back to suck her clit into my mouth, and twirl my tongue around it. Since I couldn’t use my hands on her cunt, I played with her breasts, stroking them both and tugging lightly on the nipples.

Meanwhile, Cathy was using tongue, lips and fingers on me. As she pushed three fingers deep into my hole, and licked my clit, I felt myself getting closer to climax. I nudged her forward a couple of inches, allowing my tongue to move further down her slit, then on until I touched her anus.

She shrieked, and raised her butt out of my reach, then slowly sank back to my face.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “That was just a surprise. Do it again … please.” She applied her tongue back to my pussy.

I licked straight across her hole, then started to spiral around it with my tongue, slowly getting closer to the center. When I reached my target, she sighed, and as my tongue pressed more firmly on the very centre of her asshole, the sphincter relaxed briefly and let me in. I’d had a finger in here, and she always came quickly afterwards, but never my tongue. I expected I had very little time.

Cathy was clearly getting very excited – and so was I! Her fingers were moving faster and faster in my wet hole, and we were both short of breath. I probed her rosebud with my tongue, circling it and feeling it first relax, then suddenly constrict again as her orgasm arrived.

“I’m cumming!!”, she screamed – then thrust the hand in my twat, as far as it would go. The pain was enough to trip me, and I joined her scream as I came too.

As we sank almost back into sleep, the baby monitor awoke to the sound of little Kevin’s cries. I dragged myself back to wakefulness, and suggested: “You go and have your shower and I’ll take care of Kevin – and make coffee for you.”

“You’re a wonderful nanny. Thank you.”

* * *

After Cathy left for work – taking Kevin with her to drop at the daycare on the way – I had my own shower, and planned my day. I had about two hours if I was to be prepared before I had to meet John. I got out the clothes I intended to wear for him: a red leather Merry Widow, which makes my tits look bigger than they really are and leaves my nipples exposed, and thigh-high boots with six inch heels. I decided panties would be either surplus or impossible (who really wants to wear a leather thong?) I stuffed them into my backpack, and got on my bicycle, headed downtown.

I locked up the bike in front of Jill’s boutique, just as Stephanie was opening for the day.

“Hi Steff, is Jill here?”, I asked the tall, boyish looking, South Asian woman.

“Hi Christie, she’s in the back.”

I went through the “Employees Only” curtain to the stock room. A petite blonde in a mini-skirt was bent over reaching for something on the bottom shelf, exposing pretty much everything there was to see. I reached under the skirt and squeezed her buns.

“Eeek!” Jill had a diminutive squeak to go with her stature. She wheeled around, eyes spitting fire and hand raised to slap me.

When she saw who it was, she stopped in mid-swing, and hugged me instead, planting a big kiss on my lips.

“Christie, what brings you here twice in one week? Things must be going well with your new lady-friend. Have you finally decided to play on my team?”

“Well, since you ask, and since you’re special to me …”

“Not special enough!”

“… things are going quite well thanks. I don’t understand it, Jill – you’re a great friend, but I just never felt any sexual attraction to you, but Cathy hits all my buttons. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be! If the sex had worked out, I’d have had to dominate you, and then we probably couldn’t have stayed friends. I have my pets for fun, and I have you for a friend. Things are working just fine!”

“Er… that’s what I need to see you about.”

“What?”

“The domination thing. I need a set of restraints and a collar.”

“Christie! You know I can’t be shocked, but I must say I’m astonished. You’re claiming her? You ARE joining my team!”

“Not exactly.”

“What, ‘not exactly’? If you’re not claiming her, why would you need the collar?”

“It’s not her … it’s her husband.”

“Why, Christie – you sly fox! I am very nearly shocked!”

We went back out to the front of the store, where Jill showed me various restraints, and I chose a set of four padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs, with a matching collar.

“You need a whip.”

“I don’t need a whip. It’s not going to be that sort of relationship.”

“He’s a sub – maybe he wants to be whipped.”

“If florya escort he needs to be hurt that much, I’ll send him to you – I’m into FUN and a little humiliation, not pain and injury.”

“Well, thanks for the offer,” Jill replied, “but you know I don’t do men.”

“Then he’ll just have to live without the pain,” I retorted.

“OK, then – no whips, but you have to have something to discipline him with. How about this riding crop?”

She showed me what looked (at least to someone who’s never ridden a horse) to be a normal riding crop – though the handle seemed a bit long – but then she pulled the handle apart. It turned out that the leather on the handle was just a cover, and underneath it was a 10″ dildo. The tip of the cover ended in a ring, which I’d be able to clip to my bustier.

“Ooh! Very sexy. I’ll take it.”

I picked up a leather blindfold/mask, and a ball gag, to complete the collection, and headed to the counter to pay for everything.

“What about your own ensemble?”

“Got it covered – or not… as the case may be,” I laughed, opening my backpack, to show her. She pulled out the bustier and held it in front of me.

“Oh, Christie … it’s so … so ….”

“Cliché?” I suggested.

“Exactly!”

“Then check out the rest.”

She reached into the pack to find what else I had, pulling out a matching boot.

“Oh… my… That takes cliché right over the top.”

We all laughed, including Stephanie. I paid for my purchases, and Jill hugged me again, kissed me, and made me promise to tell her everything that transpired. I put my new toys in my pack, and headed for the door. As I opened the door, Stephanie’s soft voice stopped me:

“Good luck … Mistress.”

“Why, thank you Steff. That’s kind of you.”

I left the shop feeling a new tingle in my nipples and clit. I guess that’s what I was, now: a Mistress; a Domme.

I made one more stop, at an auto supply store, on my way to the apartment, getting there about 30 minutes before John was due. Excellent!

The master bedroom was a loft above the apartment’s kitchen, looking out over the living room, and separated from the open space by an iron railing. I took my purchase from the auto supply store – a ratcheting tie-down – and fastened it to the railing, dropping the ends down above the kitchen counter, about 8 feet apart. Now, I’d be able to clip John’s cuffs to the hooks on the end of the tie-down, pull on the loose end of rope, to tighten it, and I’d have a serviceable punishment frame. I tucked the loose ends back on the floor of the bedroom, so that he wouldn’t see them, and proceeded to undress. By the time I had dressed in my Domme’s outfit, I was so hot I couldn’t wait for John to arrive. I turned back the sheets and lay on the bed, fingering myself idly.

I was pretty wet, and as I stroked my clit and pinched my nipples where they peeked over the top of my bustier, I came quickly. I was just beginning to get my breath back when I heard a key in the lock downstairs. I hurried into the bathroom, just in case he came up the stairs – there was no reason he should, but I didn’t want him to see me just yet. When he didn’t come upstairs immediately, I crept out of the bathroom and peered through the railing at the room below.

He stood there, back to me, quickly removing his clothes. I noted that he was folding them carefully. He was a quick learner. Too bad, but I imagined it wouldn’t be too hard to find something that he needed to be corrected for! He pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of his pants and scanned it quickly, then folded it and placed it with his clothes. He knelt on the rug, facing the window. Checking the time on my phone, I saw that it was 12:01. Perfect! He was a minute late. He was now in profile to me, and I could see as he began to stroke his cock, which stiffened quickly. Placing his hands at the back of his neck, he waited quietly for me. I just lay on the floor of the bedroom watching him, until I saw his cock begin to sag again, then I crept down the stairs, with my bag of toys in hand and, just as he lowered his right hand, I spoke from immediately behind him.

“Don’t turn around!”

He jerked, and slapped his hand back behind his neck.

“I ordered you to be here at noon, kneeling, hands behind your head and cock hard. You were late! You didn’t have your hands behind your head.”

I slowly walked around him, letting him see me for the first time. I looked down, and feigned disappointment.

“And look at that sorry excuse for a cock!”, I sighed theatrically.

I reached into the pack and pulled out the wrist cuffs.

“Put those on.” I reached for the second pair: “and put those on your ankles. You needn’t remain kneeling.”

“Yes, Nanny!” he scrambled to obey. As he did, I pulled out the riding crop, and clipped it at my hip. His eyes widened as he recognized what it was – and what it was for.

“Now this.” I pulled the cock-ring out of the bag.

John just looked confused. “I’m s-s-sorry, N-Nanny. I d-don’t know what it is.” He trembled.

“Don’t be frightened, pet. There’s no reason you should be familiar with it … yet. If I tell you that this part is a cock-ring, then I imagine you should be able to figure out what the other part is…”

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