Eve Visit’s Louise Bellman’s Clinic Ch. 02

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“Eve, that was incredible” I heard through a distant fog. The voice was Louise talking to me. I had just peed my panties and masturbated myself to a tremendous orgasm in front of her and William, the therapy assistant. “I’ve never seen anyone so stimulated from a debasing act. There’s no doubt that you are a piss slut, but we’ll need to expand your degradation to properly evaluate your entire personality.”

“I have some questions about what happened. Please tell me, do you often cry just before you cum?” Louise asked.

Do I cry? When? I didn’t remember crying, but thought back to the first time I peed my panties, fanaticizing that my degradation guide, Margaret, was watching me. When I finished peeing, I lowered my panties and while I rubbed my sex I cried from the humiliation of what I had done. Then I had a body shaking climax.

“No, I usually don’t cry” I finally answered. “It’s just that I felt so ashamed about what I had done. Ashamed that you and William saw me do such a filthy thing.”

“That’s perfectly normal Eve. That definitely establishes a link between shame and sexual stimulation with you” Louise explained.

“Now, have you shamed yourself in any other ways?” she asked.

I related how I had gone to a pharmacy and asked a mature woman behind the counter for advice on condoms and lubricants as another customer stood by. Margaret had suggested this as another way to humiliate myself. The clerk had to have the pharmacist come to the counter to answer my question about using a warming lubricant for anal sex, again within hearing distance of the other customer. Finally, I asked her to direct me to the single use enemas, realizing that everyone thought I was going to be sodomized.

“Were you?” Louise asked.

“Was I what?” I answered.

“Were you sodomized after that?” Louise replied.

“No. I’ve never anal sex. I’ve thought about it, bağcılar escort but …” I didn’t have a reason to give her. My ex-husband had never been interested and I haven’t been able to bring it up to my current lover.

“Never!” Louise exclaimed. “Never had anyone play with your ass. Never had a finger inserted while your cunt was being filled by your man? Never put your own finger in while you masturbated?”

“No, never” my words barely escaping my lips. Somehow I felt embarrassed to be a 40 year old anal virgin.

“Well as you are about to find out, your ass plays a major part in being a true degradation slut” Louise explained.

“William, please get Eve ready for the next portion of her therapy.”

William removed the restraints and moved my legs out of the stirrups. Then he began pulling my panties down and I obediently lifted my hips to assist him. Finally I lay there completely naked.

As William directed my feet and legs back into the stirrups, Louise reminded him to use the leg and arm restraints, and also to strap my hips down. “I think the reaction from this phase will be more intense than the last” Louise explained to both of us.

“Now, William will prepare you for the next phase of your treatment” Louise told me. “I would urge you to relax and let your body adapt to the intrusion.”

I looked down between my knees and watched as William applied a generous amount of lubricant to his gloved finger. Then he began pushing his digit against my tight sphincter.

“Just relax Miss. I promise I’ll be very gentle” William said directly to me. “Push down as though you are having a bowel movement” he said, and I did as his finger slowly entered my virgin ass.

William worked first one and then a second finger into my ass. “She’s very tight Miss Bellman” William said to my therapist.

“That’s zeytinburnu escort what I expected William” Louise said. “We’ll need to start with the smaller probes and work up to find her capacity.”

Then for what seemed to be an eternity, William probed my rectum with various dildos and artificial phalluses. Each time he encountered strong resistance, he stopped, told me to relax and push down, and finally I would open and accept the violation. He and Louise discussed each insertion and Louise made notes in my file.

As William worked on my tight anus, I noticed that Louise had opened the front of her lab coat. As I had suspected before, she wore nothing underneath. She watched my therapy closely and as she did, she rubbed her own breasts and her sex. “You’re doing very well Eve” she told me. “It’s quite obvious from your hard nipples that you’re excited, and as you can see, I am also.” Louise continued to stroke herself even as she gently pinched my tingling nipples. “Feel free to enjoy yourself. Let me know if you want me to touch you in any way. Your physical enjoyment is just as important to us as your clinical evaluation. Once your restraints are removed, you are welcomed to touch me also”.

“William, it’s time to administer the enema” Louise said. As William prepared his equipment, Louise asked me “Have you had an enema recently Eve?”

“No, I haven’t” I replied nervously, recalling back to the last time, in labor for my son, when the nurse gave me an enema while my then husband watched. Even then I had a twinge of sexual excitement, and then the shame as I evacuated into the bed pan the nurse put under me.

“Enemas are very therapeutic, both cleansing you and stimulating you for sexual activity” Louise explained. “William will be giving you a generous dose of warm water, then we’ll help you florya escort hold it before letting you release into the pan that William will hold. We’ll watch you shit and observe your reactions.”

Oh god, I thought. How can I let myself be so debased. Then as I looked down at the bag with the hose running between my legs, William pushed the nozzle into me, before releasing the clamp on the tube, allowing the warm water enema to enter me.

As I was being filled, Louise began softly rubbing my lower abdomen. “Feels wonderful doesn’t it?” Louise asked.

I must admit that initially I enjoyed the warm feeling in my bowels. Then as I became more full, I felt the discomfort of needing relief. The enema continued to flow, filling me until I felt actual pain deep inside. When I cried out, William shut off the flow. Louise continued massaging by tummy.

“OK William” Louise instructed. William removed the enema nozzle and replaced it with his finger. “Now Eve, hold on. William’s finger will keep you from leaking” Louise said as her hand moved lower, between my spread legs. “Are you enjoying this?” she asked as her fingers penetrated my sex, finding my clit. “Are you ready to shit into William’s pan?”

My feelings were running wild. My pussy was on fire, wanting more of Louise’s ministrations. I knew that she and William were watching me, more exposed than I had ever been. My belly was filled, desperate to relieve myself, even though it would be a filthy act while William and Louise watched.

“Now, it’s time Eve” Louise said. As William removed his finger, I knew that I didn’t have any control of what my body wanted to do. While William held the pan under me, my bowels evacuated forcefully.

“Oh god! I’m shitting all over” I cried while Louise and William watched me, in total shame of the act I was involved in.

“Go ahead. Shit you filthy slut” Louise urged as I filled the pan William was holding.

Then without any warning, Louise leaned over, kissing me hard on the lips, her tongue pushing deeply into my mouth. Her hands roamed over my breasts and then her fingers drove deep into my pussy. As the smelly mess ran out of my ass, I came, right there with Louise kissing and touching me. It was wonderful…

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We had hooked up once before in a cheap motel in the Appalachians and it was super hot. She wanted my cum any way I wanted to give it to her and I loved cumming inside her tight wet cunt. I did it three times and it felt so naughty making a mess in a strange vagina. Her wetness was slippery like egg whites which would have indicated peak fertility, but she told me she had a Copper T-IUD inside her. However, during our sex, she hinted at the idea of me maybe fucking her without it at some point. She already had two kids but was flirting with the idea of getting sperm naturally donated for a third one as she revealed to me in our online conversations over the next month.

We chatted sporadically over the next year and a half, teasing each other with babymaking talk. She finally had the IUD removed from her uterus when we agreed to meet one afternoon in a motel halfway between where we lived. We would be meeting on the 13th day of her cycle, about two days before her expected ovulation.

I pulled up to the motel parking lot at 4:30 pm after a two hour drive into the mountains. She had texted me photos over the past hour showing me how wet she was and telling me how she needed me to inject my sperm deep inside her. I got out of my car and went straight to room 113. I knocked on the door and a 5 foot tall 34 year old lady with a curvy mom bod dressed in a long t-shirt answered the door.

“Hi, sexy”, she said. “Come on in.”

“Hi, Amelia,” as I stepped in. “It’s been a bit too long.”

“Oh, it has!” she piped up as she pushed her body into mine and reached up to kiss me. I began exploring the softness of her lips and held her tight against me. She whispered into my ear while nibbling it, “Feel my nipples, they’ve been this way for a couple of days.”

I felt her 42dd breasts through her t-shirt and the nipples were rock hard. “They’re hard as rocks,” I replied.

“Feel my cunt.” güngören escort She guided my right hand down between her legs and her wetness was copious and slippery like egg whites. “Push a finger or three in my cunt.”

I pushed four fingers into her and she gasped. “Push it as deep as you can!”

I did and felt her cervix. It was open about an inch or so. “What do you feel?”

“Your cervix is open some.”

“You know what that means, right?” she asked.

“Yes, baby.”

She kissed me some more as I fingered her sopping wet cunt. Then she looked me in the eyes and asked, “You going to fuck me with no condom like last time? Remember, I’m completely unprotected this time.”

I looked at her and asked, “You seem like you’re very fertile.”

She chuckled and said, “I think I maybe. I will probably ovulate in the next 2 days.”

“Is it ok if I make you pregnant?”

“Definitely!” She felt my now very stiff penis through my jeans and then quickly unbuttoned my pants. She loosened up the belt and took both my jeans and boxers off in one deft motion. My thick, 7″ penis stood at stiff attention wanting to take the place of the fingers inside her. With me still masturbating her cunt, she sat down on the bed and began to fellate my already throbbing cock. She took it all the way down her throat all at once and I said, “Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me cum very soon if you keep this up!”

She took it out of her mouth and said, “I want it in my cunt!” She shed her t-shirt, laid back and held her legs up in the air spread. Her vulva and vaginal opening was glistening with her slick wetness. I pushed my cock deeply inside her on the first stroke and she gasped, “Fuck! OH, SHIT!” My dick started tingling immediately as her tight vagina squeezed on it. I had lightly bumped against her open cervix and then started beykent escort bumping it a bit deeper as I began to fuck her at a fairly quick pace. “Oh, fuck, that’s deep!” she said as she grinded up against my pelvis. She was continuing to squeeze me and said, “Fuck, cum when you need! I need it, that’s for sure!”

I had only been fucking her for 45 seconds but my orgasm was coming fast. I picked up the pace and fucked her as deeply as I could. “I’m getting close!” I exclaimed.

“Cum deep in me, make a baby inside my womb!” she moaned back.

I began to spray jets of hot sperm into her vagina and open cervix. 200 million or so sperm were blasted out of me. Her legs were up in the air and most of it ran deep inside her. My cock stayed inside her for a good two minutes as I let all my semen flow out of me. “Mmm, yes. I love babymaking sex,” she cooed “That may have done it but you know I want more.”

I was in ecstasy. “I don’t think I’m going down this is so hot, baby.” My stiff penis wasn’t ebbing anytime soon and was still deep inside her.

“Then shoot another load in me, baby.,” as she kissed me deeply. I began to gingerly thrust deep in her with her moaning and gasping. She held her legs back as far as possible so I would be pushing the tip of my penis to the top of her cervix. “You’re so deep, it hurts a little!” she gasped in my ear.

“Are you ok?” I inquired, not wanting to hurt her too much.

“I’m fine, baby, I like it. Just cum again inside me!” she whispered urgently. “You know what we’re trying to do.”

She was squeezing my throbbing cock with her cunt and I quickly began to feel my second orgasm approaching. I pushed as far as I could inside her with her legs far back and began shooting ribbons of hot sperm deep into her reproductive tract. It felt so good and naughty to be potentially making a baby esenyurt escort with a relative stranger.

“Oh, fuck that is so hot!” she cried out as she felt me add to the previous mess. I made sure I was finished ejaculating inside her, then I withdrew and immediately began to eat out her shaven cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelped.

“You need to cum to help our chances,” I said as I paused from licking her clit and vulva.

“It might take awhile.”

“Eh, that’s fine, but maybe it won’t. Keep your legs up, you know why.” I slid three fingers inside her and began to work my tongue on her stiff clit. My fingers teased her g-spot and when I slipped a fourth finger in, I played with her cum coated cervix. She was thoroughly enjoying all this attention on her pussy, but said, “I need to touch that fucking cock again and get it ready to do it some more.”

I swung my body around to where she could do what she wanted with my half hard manhood. I felt it end up in her mouth and it immediately went rigid. She took it out of her mouth for a minute and said, “Fuck my throat, baby, but tell me when you’re about to cum so I can put it back in my pussy.”

With that, I rammed my cock deep into her throat and continued to orally pleasure her clit while fingering her cunt and cervix. She gagged a little and then started moaning loudly. All of a sudden, she began to almost scream loudly as her vagina spasmed against my fingers, her cervix dipping repeatedly just a bit into her vagina. I was so turned on that I felt my third orgasm, approaching. “I’m going to cum soon! Let me fuck you.”

She took me out of her mouth and got on all fours. I quickly got behind her and slipped my throbbing penis deep inside her. I immediately blasted another load deep into her cunt and uterus. This was even more intense than the first two and I flooded her baby factory with another enormous load of sperm.

“Oh, fuck! You’re going to make me pregnant for sure now!”

And like the previous two times, I had fucked so much sperm in her that almost none leaked out for a visible creampie. Amelia now had over a half a billion sperm swimming in her looking for the egg that would be forthcoming within a couple of days.

(To be continued)

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This story is a follow up to Cum Stained Nylons

………

Jimmy brings a friend.

………

Veronica looked out from the sliding glass doors to watch the two young men at work in her yard.

She had a lawn service but had given them instructions to leave some things undone so as to enjoy the sight of the nervous teens trying very hard not to be seen noticing her through the glass.

She was thoroughly enjoying parading back and forth in the living room and putting on quite the show.

This time, the eighteen year old Jimmy had brought someone who had potential, the wealthy divorcee thought to herself.

When she had gone outside to instruct the boys on the tasks to be accomplished she noticed that the newcomers gaze went straight to her stockinged legs perched atop her three inch heels. She smiled inwardly and moistened.

Dexter was a schoolmate, fellow video gamer, and member of the chess club. He was the third friend Jimmy had brought around and he was quickly running out of friends to exhibit.

Dexter was much like Jimmy in physique and demeanor. It was obvious without it being said that he was also a virgin and a leg man.

The other friends Jimmy had previously brought over to purportedly help with the yard did not meet Ms. Aldridges approval. Each had proved a disappointment in that their nervous gaze was fixed more on Veronicas boobs than on her legs.

She so enjoyed toying with young men who had a fetish for, and fascination with her hose.

……..

Since that first time with Jimmy after she had lured him from the shoe store, Veronica had become a constant obsession of the young man.

Jimmy remembered vividly their first encounter and had very much hoped that their would be more of the same and maybe even some real sex. He had never so much as held a girls hand up to then.

Real sex it seemed was not to be on offer any time soon Jimmy found himself thinking after several weeks.

Back on that day two months before, while their orgasms were subsiding, Veronica had told him to pull up his shorts, leave, and go home.

His boy jizz was still glistening on her stockinged legs and dripping from the side of her face when she had said to him that what had happened was nice, and might be repeated if he learned to follow instruction well.

Since that day Jimmy came by to deliver shoes or perform some household chores several times a week.

Most times he was given a monetary tip and thanked for his work.

He was disappointed that she showed no interest in any further sexual contact for the first several weeks.

He managed to sheepishly ogle the 42 year old vixen and her sensuous legs every time he could.

She took every opportunity to display them through, slit skirts, mini skirts, and sometimes even brazenly in stockings, garters, and panties.

She would brush against him and feel his erection through his shorts with her body. If he tried to put his hands on her she would slap them away and would reprimand him if he touched himself.

Only twice was he rewarded with orgasms.

Once, after three weeks of no sexual contact, and after he had completed a hard two hours work, she sat on his lap in a lounge chair by the pool and ground her ass against his hard prick while placing his hands on her thighs so the he could stroke her stockings while he dry humped her.

He came in his pants and the semen had seeped through the fabric and left a stain on Veronicas stocking tops.

She did not mind as she had kegaled herself to a nice orgasm while he had been blowing his boy load.

The other time was after he had agreed to start bringing friends over for her to inspect.

He was going to have to be in on the ruse of the need for help around the house and not let on that Ms.Aldridge was more interested in teasing virgins to distraction than in any real work needing to be done.

As a reward for his agreement to supply her with cougar meat, she had him expose his raging erection to her and had him sit on one end of the best sofa in her finely appointed living room.

She sat on the other end of that sofa dressed only in stockings, garter belt, panties, and demi bra.

She had allowed him to stroke her legs while she dipped a hand inside her panties and fingered her juicing pussy. He could smell her excitement.

She slowly ran a stockinged insole over his throbbing boy cock until the bottom of that foot was thoughoughly coated with the teens precum.

She had nudged and tickled his ever tightening nutsack with the stocking clad toes of the other foot. Her hot pink painted toenails even managed to scratch his hairless balls through the nylon.

When she pulled aside her panties and Jimmy had seen his first real live pussy being invaded by her frantic finger fucking he burst.

Rope upon rope of scalding boy spunk erupted upon the orgasming Veronica. She had directed his jizz toward her so that it would not stain the sofa fabric.

She did this with her stockinged feet milking and directing his jets aksaray escort until she was fairly covered from neck to knee.

Jimmy was in bliss but had not experienced any more exctasy from her, though untold delights were promised if he brought a new playmate suitable to her.

“I will suck on your big boy cock for you as a starter reward.” She had cooed to him in their post orgasmic bliss.

……

That was three weeks ago.

……

She had touched and fondled Jimmy through his shorts a couple of times since but had mostly teased and ignored him.

Dexter, seemingly, might make things change.

Today had started well.

The first glance Dexter had given Veronica caused her to moisten.

He had drunk in her beautiful legs from her feet to the hemline of her short skirt and back again. He did this without being diverted by the obvious cleavage she was putting on display.

This disregard for her ample bosom and fidelity to leg gazing impressed the seductress.

“What’s your name young man?” The cougar had asked.

After a pause of several moments, while keeping his gaze on her seamed stockings, and as his obvious boy boner tented out his pants he managed to stammer.

“DDDexter ma’am.”

“And how old are you Dexter?”

“Eighteen last month ma’am.”

“No ma’am here, you may call me Ms. Aldridge. You look quite a bit younger than eighteen. You haven’t even started shaving yet.”

She then asked, “Have you got a girlfriend Dexter?”

It seemed unlikely, and the lack of girfriend was confirmed by a negative back and forth shake of the head by the speechless youth.

Veronica caught Jimmy touching himself through his shorts and with a glare communicated to him that he should stop immediately.

She then smiled at him and mouthed the word “Later.”

“Well Dexter, if you would like and can stay after the yard work, I might be able to give you some tips on impressing a woman. You have made a fine start by the way you are appreciating my beauty.” She said patting his erection.

……

She left the boys to finish their tasks and made a few phone calls.

Two hours later Jimmy and Dexter appeared at the sliding glass door knocking gently.

Veronica opened the door wearing a new outfit that would give a dead man a hard on.

Four inch stiletto heels on open toed pumps which accentuated the exquisite curves of her white stocking encased legs.

The lacy tops of the hose were visible and meeting the clips to a garter belt.

A leather mini skirt slit to the hip on one side hugged her firm ass cheeks and her upper half was encased in a sheer body stocking from wrist to waist to neckline.

Her full and breathtaking breasts with their erect nipples were clearly visible through the transparent material when the unbuttoned blouse she had thrown on flapped open.

Veronica opened the slider and motioned the boys inside.

Just then the doorbell rang.

“Wait here a moment.” She said to them as she went to answer the door murmuring to herself, “Right on time.”

Jimmy was a little shocked when he saw Madame Dupree walking back towards them with Ms. Aldridge.

“Hello James.” The sixty year old proprietor of the shoe store where Jimmy worked said.

She then added, “Who is your handsome young friend?”

“His name is Dexter.” Jimmy replied.

“Well Dexter, it is very nice to meet you.” Teresa said eyeing the youth and noticing the way his gaze lingered on the stockings covering her plumpish calves.

A minute or so later the doorbell rang again and this time Veronica came back with two people Jimmy had never seen before.

One was an oriental lady of about five foot six dressed very much like Veronica was, and with nylon encased legs every bit as stunning.

Her dark closely cut hair and almond shaped eyes

were of course different from Veronicas shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes.

She appeared to be in her late thirties, but with oriental women it is sometimes hard to tell.

The woman Veronica was now introduced to the boys as Sunee. She had very petite breasts, but the boys were not noticing those, as both were staring at the bright red toenails visible through her open toed pumps.

Sunees companion was a young man in his early twenties. He was obviously known to both Veronica and Madame Dupree and was greeted by both.

“How good of you to come on short notice Brad.”

Ms Aldridge said.

“I’m always ready to come for you.” Brad replied.

“Indeed you are.” Veronica said. “And you will show these two newbies what it takes to come for me.”

“Yes mistress.”

Veronica then explained to the stunned teenagers that Brad had been a project of hers a few years back when he had been young and naive.

He was now finishing up college and she had turned him over to her good friend Sunee for advanced training.

Sunee was a professor of economics at the college Brad attended. çağlayan escort She was also a long time friend who shared Veronicas love of teasing and pleasing stocking worshippers.

Sunee said to Brad. “Show these two how to properly warm a lady up.”

“Yes mistress.” Brad replied.

He then got down on his knees and took off one of Sunees pumps while she reclined in a chair.

He kissed her nylon clad foot and began a trail of kisses that ended on her inner right thigh.

He changed over to the left thigh and began to trail kisses and licks down toward the foot on that side. Sunee had placed her left foot on Brads right shoulder and used it to pull him forward towards her pussy.

She had worn panties which were sheer and crotchless. Jimmy and Dexter moved to a better position enabling them to see Brads next move and Jimmy saw that this Asian vixen had a shaved pussy which was visibly wet.

“May I masturbate mistress?” Brad asked.

“Yes you may. And you may begin to please me with your mouth.” His teacher replied.

“Remember that you are not allowed to come until I tell you but you may stroke your cock on my stockings.”

Brad stood and removed his pants and an impressively thick eight inch hard on sprang into view.

He got down again and proceeded to lightly kiss Sunees exposed vulva and train lightning quick flicks of his tongue on her engorged clit.

She squirmed with delight.

Veronica told the two teens to stand before Madame Dupree and let her remove their pants.

Both teens obeyed and their burgeoning erections also sprang in to view when the voluptuous grey haired matron dropped to a squatting position between the youths and pulled each ones pants down and off.

Jimmy was sporting his ten inch horse cock and Dexter had a more modest and slender one at about five inches. It was also half the thickness of his friends boner.

Madame Dupree took one prick in each of her hands and slowly stroked them to further rigidity. She used her thumbs to smear their boy precum over the heads of the cocks.

“That should be enough Teresa, don’t you think?” Veronica opined to the older woman.

Madame Dupree said, “Oui madame.” then she gave each teens scrotum a tug and caress with her delicate hands and rose to a standing position.

Sunee was now writhing in exctasy due to Brads oral ministrations.

She gripped a handful of his hair and pulled his face further into her crotch. She ground her juicing pussy against his lathering tongue.

His erection was being kept at the boiling point by Veronica, who had taken off her pumps and was running a stocking covered foot over his ass as well as making contact with his balls.

For his part Brad was grasping his cock and slowly rubbing it on the nylon clad calves of the orgasming teacher. He was leaving streaks of precum on the hose.

“Jimmy,” Veronica said. “I would like for you to please Madame Dupree as Brad is pleasing his teacher. We will instruct you and young Dexter here on the finer points of cunnilingus but first I have that treat I promised you.”

With that said, she dropped to her knees and took the boys ten inch dick in her hand. She kissed the head and Jimmy gave a shudder and almost lost his balance.

Veronica then squeezed very hard at the base of his cock to delay the inevitable and help edge her new sex boy-toy.

Taking the mushroom head in her mouth she swirled her tongue around it twice and then went down about halfway to the root of his dick leaving a trail of red lipstick as evidence of her indulgence.

She went down once more, this time getting almost to the base, and then pulled her lips away, leaving a trail of saliva.

“That was very nice now wasn’t it Jimmy?”

Jimmy reached to stroke his throbbing prick and effect a much needed release of pent up sperm but Veronica slapped his hands down and said.

“I promised I would suck your cock but said nothing about coming just yet.”

Jimmy groaned in frustration and shot a sidelong glance at Dexter, whose prick was being sucked by Madame Dupree.

She too, had squeezed the base of her victims cock and tugged on his nuts to delay and deny his orgasm for now.

She was able to deep throat the trembling youth and had also left a lipstick trail on the teens cock.

“I believe they are ready for their lesson Teresa.”

Veronica said.

“Sunee, if you are through squirting all over that nice young man’s face perhaps you two could both lend a hand helping me instruct these youngsters in the finer points of pussy eating.”

Madame Dupree then sat down and hiked her skirt up around her waist exposing fully her stocking clad thighs and neatly trimmed bush.

There were flecks of grey in her pubes and her outer lips were open and inviting as she separated them for the boys inspection.

Brad told Jimmy to kneel between his bosses thighs and to begin exploring this mysterious area with his mouth and tongue.

He gave both Jimmy cevizlibağ escort and Dexter pointers as they took turns eating the Madame.

Sunee and Veronica placed their hands inside stockings and were using the silky fabric to masturbate and tease the boys turgid dicks.

Each cougar had an innate sense as exactly when to stop touching them so as to keep them on the torturous edge of explosion.

After about thirty minutes of having her pussy licked and explored by the virgin teens Madame Dupree was ready for some serious fucking.

Her clit was fully erect amidst her wispy grey speckled pubes and her lips lathered up nicely by the boys saliva and her own arousal.

She told Veronica “I’m ready for some hard young cock.”

It had been many months since she had been with a man.

With a nod from Veronica Brad got some cushions to lay on the floor for Teresa, being careful to place one under her ass for easier access to her dripping cunt.

He positioned himself between her thighs and taking his cock in hand ran the head up and down between her labia to moisten the tip.

He then penterated the excited matron and felt her vaginal walls grasping and sucking in his cock inch by inch, her hips rising to take him all in.

Brad made an effort, Veronica pointed out to the boys, to insure that the top of the shaft of his cock maintained contact with the widows clit.

“Notice,” she said. “How he rolls his hips to grind her clit when he is deeply imbedded.”

Brad fucked the Madame slowly and deeply for a full twenty minutes, through a series of orgasms voiced by the matron in a mixture of French and English.

Jimmy and Dexter watched in fascination while their cocks continued to be fondled and edged by the stocking weilding cougars.

The women squeezed and tugged periodically on the nutsack of their respective teen to continue denying their orgasms.

Sunee playing with Jimmy and Veronica with Dexter were true vituosos of tease and denial.

Able to take no more Brad finally gasped. “Permission to come mistresses?”

Simultaneously the two cougars answered. “Permission granted.”

Veronica added. “Fill her box you naughty man.”

Brad sped his pace and started a rapid assault on Madame Duprees cunt. His hips rising and falling in a blur and her hands clawing at his back to pull him in deeper.

She was orgasming and squirting copious girl juice around his cock when he finally stiffened and shot volley after volley of hot jizz deep into Madame.

His orgasm was heightened by Veronica rubbing a stocking covered foot on his exposed balls while he was still, fully bottomed out in Madame, and spasming jets of cum against her cervix.

He pulled out with a plop and a stream of jizz seeped immediately from Teresa’s now thoroughly plowed cunt and onto the cushions.

……..

Veronica now said. “I think we will have a contest to determine who gets their cherry popped today.”

She directed Jimmy and Dexter to a position opposite Sunee, who was seated with her stocking clad legs propped up on an Ottoman. She had placed her high heels back on and was openly fingering her shaved pussy.

Both teens were instructed to stand six feet in front of her and jerk their cocks. The object was to spray as much of their cum as they could onto the stockings Sunee was placing in their line of fire.

The one who got the most cum on her nylons would get to have his cock in a pussy for the first time.

They eagerly began masturbating but were having a tough time coming having been teased and kept on the edge for so long.

Veronica had pity and covering her hands with lube, stroked Dexter while Teresa did the same for Jimmy.

The women planned to release their grip and let the boys finish when they were close, so that they could direct the cumshot.

“This is getting me so hot.” Veronica said aloud.

She had just been well and thoroughly fucked two days prior by her personal trainer Carlos, a thirty five year old who knew his business, but there was something about taking the cherry of a frantic teen which made her quiver.

Carlos had made her scream with delight and had even taken her ass as he was want to do, but what was in her hand was new meat and what was in Teresa’s hand was even nicer.

“I hope Jimmy wins.” She thought to herself.

“That ten inches will get me deeper than any stud to date.”

Dexter grunted and his balls pulled tight. Veronica let go. Teresa did the same a moment later.

Both boys were jerking and came almost simultaneously.

Dexters jizz shot further and most hit the Asian vixen in the chest and face, some managing to coat her stockings, but not enough to best Jimmy.

He directed his ropes of cum perfectly up one stockinged leg and down the other. He even managed to coat Sunees fingers as she was frigging herself to an explosive orgasm.

She squirted a stream which soaked Jimmy in return.

“We have a winner!” Veronica exclaimed.

Wasting no time she had Jimmy lay on the floor cushions while she squatted and poised her dripping cunt above his erection.

Madame Dupree insured that it stayed rigid by holding it straight up and tickling his balls with her dainty hand.

Veronica squatted some more until the mushroom head made contact with her wispy blond pubes and then sank down fully on his engorged meat.

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The following story contains creampie, watersports and cuckold themes, if its not for you then please choose another story (no offence taken). Still here – good! I hope you enjoy – I did!

The wives tale:

First of all, I do love my husband, and I’m not a bad person (least I don’t think so but as that’s a judgment call I’ll let you make up your own mind). My husband (Ian) is a cuckold, he loves it (and me) I get what I need both sexually (from my boyfriends) and emotionally (from my husband). This is how it began:

We had been married for a little over 7 years. We had married after a whirlwind romance (14 weeks to be precise) and were very happy. Sex, even in the early days, had been ‘brief’ but, at least, regular. By the third year even the quantity was dropping. First it was weekends only, then once a week, once a month. By the time we had been married 5 years it was birthdays and Christmas only!

We married young. Ian was 21 I was a mere 19. By 25, at the peak of my sexual being, sorry but a quick, sticky, fumble every 3 months interspersed with regular masturbation just wasn’t doing it for me. I needed to feel like a real woman, I needed the intimacy of lovemaking, I needed either a divorce or a lover! I chose the lover.

It was just Sex (God I must sound like a man!), but it was — at least that’s what I would tell myself. I had an itch that needed scratching — that’s all. No emotional attachment just occasional GOOD sex.

A guy at work (also married so discretion was assured) had made it clear he was interested. Until now I had always rebuffed his jokey advances, we both knew the ‘jokes’ were a socially acceptable cover for his advances. I began flirting with him, knocking him back verbally whilst making it clear he should continue.

Before long we were lovers, daytime illicit sex only. The sneaking around, having ‘our little secret’ only intensified the sensation. The sex was amazing we were fucking everywhere and at every opportunity. Daytime only — safer that way. To be honest the guilt I felt was more for his wife than my husband. We always practised safe sex, and I would shower before bed so the chances of being bakırköy escort caught were minimised. At least that was until the Christmas party. We worked in separate departments, separate nights out, we shouldn’t have met, but we did.

Fuelled by passion, and alcohol, the inevitable happened, David offered to drive me home. Around 2 blocks from my home he pulled over and we had the best sex yet. It was animal, rough savage sex. Clothes were torn off, my wet panties yanked to the side as he forced himself in and fucked me hard – no condom. I came several times before he unloaded into me. I felt every squirt, every drop, his cock pulsing as it emptied. It was amazing.

I got out and walked the last stretch, a chance to regain my composure, and ensure my clothes were appropriate before reaching home. The fresh air coupled with a post orgasmic high helped to sober me up (at least a little). It also made me realise just how tired I was, it had been a long week, it was 2am and I was knackered!

It was then I knew I had a problem. Go home have a coffee (sober up some more) shower go to bed or just go to bed and hope Ian wasn’t horny. Option 1 was bound to raise suspicion, option 2 was a gamble. He’s been home alone all night, almost certainly on his PC porn sites (that I’m not supposed to know about), had a wank and was now sound asleep. The odds were in my favour.

I get home; the place is in darkness, that’s a good sign. Key in the door, its all quiet, as I tiptoe up the stairs. Undress quickly in the bathroom, and slip into the bedroom and into bed. Ian’s asleep and then so am I.

Still all loved-up I’m having the best dream. My limp-dicked husband is making love to me the way my lover does. His soft but firm touch is caressing my skin making me tingle with his touch. He’s nuzzling my neck as his hand explores my inner thigh my legs ease open inviting him in further. It’s so good. My pussy rises aching for his touch as his kisses work there way down my body, stopping only to nibble on my swollen nipples he’s heading south.

I can feel his hot breath on my clit, God I am so ready, şirinevler escort but he’s teasing me. My bodies screaming out “Eat me, fuck me!” I shudder as his tongue runs up my hot clit, encircling it, teasing it out.

It’s over. The dream that is, its finished and I’m awake, horny as fuck, in that semi dream state but definitely awake. In my mind I can still feel my clit being worked. I relax back into my pillow hoping to continue the dream. Only then as I awaken further do I realise it’s not entirely a dream. Ian is down on me! – FUCK!, He can’t – he’ll know what I’ve done, Fuck!

“No!” I shout out as I close my legs trying to squeeze his head out. He doesn’t move, if anything he is eating faster his tongue is now darting into my soaking, filthy, pussy. I watch him for a bit. He’s horny as hell whilst sucking and licking me his pelvis is grinding into the bed. I’m not getting out of this, let him finish, maybe he’s drunk, maybe he won’t notice?

I lie back and relax, this is Ian, and it will be over quick enough.

I lie back, waiting for it to end, waiting for it to be over. It is nice though, and I find my mind wandering enjoying his gentle but firm licking I begin to relax into it. I’m remembering the pounding I had received less than an hour ago, the rough, torrid violation that had been imposed upon my tender pussy. It was now being soothed, caressed, nurtured back to life. It was good and I was responding.

My hand had wandered down and I had his hair in my fingers, scratching through to his head, pulling him in further, urging him to go faster.

Ian has never made me cum by oral alone, from this position (me on my back) he just can’t keep up the pressure or the pace and I want to cum again. Correction I need to cum again! Surprised by my own desire I roll Ian over onto his back and sit directly on his face.

“Suck my cunt, make me cum!” I order as I grind my pussy into his face. He likes it when I take charge and, to be honest, — so do I! He licks even harder and faster, darting in-and-out as I adjust to direct his tongue to the “sweet area.”

“Oh beylikdüzü escort that’s good” I exclaim (and it is) “Eat my filthy cunt, come on make me cum on your face — FASTER!” I am getting so carried away, I’m so close to cumming that I’m riding his face like a woman possessed.

I look down. My God! What a sight. His face was soaking; his whole mouth area was a mess with saliva, pussy juice and — no doubt about it — cum. The smile on his face was enormous as he continued to please me. The sight of cum made me panic, return to reality, and I stopped grinding, rising just slightly of his face.

“No please” He exclaimed / begged “Let me finish, I want to clean your cunt, I need to get the rest of the cum from your nasty cunt.”

Well what could I do? I sat back down and ground away as had as I could. “Eat it, clean it, you’d better get all that nasty cum out of my cunt — every last fucking drop.” I couldn’t believe the words that were flowing out of my mouth, or how fucking hot it was making me – I was starting to cum.

I could fell the shudder running up my spine, my cunt tightening and throbbing around his tongue pressing down and grinding into his mouth my whole body shook and tingled.

Afterwards, as I regained control, my thoughts turned to how I could reward my little cunt cleaner. There was one thing he had asked for, long time ago, and I had denied. After what he had just done for me, I decided to “treat” him.

I reached behind me, arching my back slowly, and grabbed his twitching cock. Already wet with precum, he moaned as I dug my nails in and (very slowly) began to wank him off.

“Now don’t you fucking cum, my cunt’s not empty yet!” I instructed as I let my bladder release a little of its bitter fluid. His mouth immediately clamped around me as I pushed his head back and released a little more and jerked his cock harder and faster. The more he sucked and swallowed, the more I gave him, the faster I wanked his little cock until he exploded. His cum shot up and went everywhere I stopped pissing and climbed off — we both really needed to clean up.

The following morning, he was very attentive, breakfast in bed — the works. Followed me around like a lost puppy all day. Eventually we had to talk “Did you enjoy your little drink last night?” I asked.

“I enjoyed my whole MEAL” he replied, with a knowing smile. Since then I have ensured he is well fed and watered on a regular basis.

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So there we were, lying in bed. We had just finished a round of very energetic sloppy sex. Mara had my cum dripping out of her used cunt and her gaping rectum. We were both trying to catch our breath and slow down our rapidly beating hearts.

“Thank…you!” Mara said between gasps.

“Anytime baby. You know I love to fill you with my cum and watch it drip out of your used body.” I simply stated with a smile.

We sat there daydreaming and thinking about what had just transpired. We both had a huge perm-a-grin on our faces.

I broke the silence saying, “you know what would really get me going?”

“What’s that?” Mara asks hesitantly, knowing that I am at my most honest right after I have a huge orgasm.

Looking her in the eye I say; “Having total and complete control over your body. Not like having a slave that will listen to me, I mean having you passed out, or something and having your body to use as I see fit.”

A long silence passed and then she responds simply with “OK. You know you don’t have to have me unconscious to use me as you see fit, right?”

“I know, but it’s just the thought of it.” I said smiling.

“Well you know I don’t drink and I don’t use any drugs, so how are you going to get me unconscious?” As she asked this, Mara looked a little nervous.

I told her about a story I had read online about girls that were abducted by being chloroformed and then rapped. I told her I really didn’t like the rapping part, but I thought the chloroform part was really cool. We talked about it and decided to give it a try.

I shopped online and found a chemical company that shipped certain chemicals to schools and small time scientists for small uses. I ordered a medium sized bottle and waited. During that week Mara and I talked a lot about what would transpire. She was fine with everything because she trusted me fully. She said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t do any major damage or leave any marks. We were both totally comfortable with everything by the time that the chloroform arrived. We decided to do our little play session that Saturday afternoon.

The rest of the week went by so slowly that I thought I was going to explode. I couldn’t wait. Finally Saturday had arrived. I had barely slept the night before because of the anticipation. I got everything I needed together and placed it in a end-table next to the couch. I didn’t want her to see any of the items I had. I grabbed a couple towels, ataköy escort some lube, a video camera, a still camera, and some toys.

Mara came into the living room on her hands and knees. She was stark naked and made sure she was holding her ass into the air. This way I could see her beautiful anus and pussy.

She crawled over to right in front of the couch where I was and sat back on her ankles. She put her hands behind her back forcing her lovely chest out towards me.

Raising her head and looking me in the eye, “I’m ready for you to use now.”

She knew the way to really get to me. She had spent the last hour in the bathroom getting ready. I assume cleaning and shaving herself.

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of chloroform and opened it. I grabbed a hand towel and walked behind her. I proceeded to pour some of the clear liquid into the folded towel and put the bottle on the ground. I reached around Mara and placed the doused towel over her nose and mouth. With my other arm I held her in place in case she squirmed.

She was such a good slave. She didn’t even squirm. She twitched a little and then started to become limp in my arms. Soon Mara was out cold. I removed the towel from her face and laid her down on her back, checking to make sure she was OK. She was fine, and Mara was now totally mine!

I quickly got to work spreading her out on the living room floor. On her back, arms at her sides, and legs as spread as I could get them. I quickly grabbed the cameras and supplies. I set up the video camera and pointed it directly at her limp vulnerable body. I grabbed the digital camera and took a couple snaps of her just lying there. I’m sure she will look much different once I am done with her.

Once I had taken a couple of pictures I dove right in and started eating her gorgeous cunt. I found her already sopping wet. I guess she was just as excited as I was, to be leaking this much before I even touched her.

I lapped away at her cunt then started to finger fuck her waiting hole. I leaned back so the camera could see the action. I then took one of my slippery fingers and inserted in into her tight little anus. I was pleased to find her anus extremely relaxed due to her current state.

I was so hard I could hardly stand it, so I decided to start to alter her appearance into the little used fuck doll I had pictured in my mind. I grabbed the long double bahçelievler escort dildo that I had pulled from our toy box earlier. I inserted one of the ends of the dildo into her dripping cunt about three or four inches. I then just left it there, hanging out of her fuck hole lewdly. I panned the video camera to her face and zoomed in a little.

I then knelt right above her head on the floor facing her feet. My cock was hanging right above her face as I started to stroke myself.

As I looked at her body lying there waiting for me to use anyway I wanted to, a dildo hanging out of her cunt, I started to feel my orgasm build. I had been saving up for a few days now and could tell this was going to be a big one.

I increased my speed as my toes started to curl. Then I felt a wave rush through my lower body from behind me all the way through to the tip of my cock, then it started.

The first shot of cum made it almost to her belly button and was pretty small. What followed didn’t make it as far, but was hot and thick. Stream after stream came shooting out of me cock.

Covering her tits then shortening in distance and covering her face with the last few shots and dribbles. I took my cock and smeared the cum on her face all over her lips and cheeks.

There she was, covered in a thin layer of my cum and a dildo hanging out of her cunt. God I loved Mara.

I took a felt tip marker and wrote ‘I’m a dirty little cum slut’ from nipple to nipple avoiding the piles of hot semen.

Once I was done with the marker I repositioned the video camera. I then went back down to her pussy and pulled the dildo from within her.

I then took the lube and covered her anus with a generous amount. I then started to finger fuck her little pucker again. Soon I added a second finger with little trouble.

I realized she was so relaxed I didn’t need to even warm her up, but I should just make sure that she is good and lubed up.

I then took the double dildo that was in her pussy and inserted it into her anus that was now hanging open. It slid in easily and I started to sodomize her with the double toy. I got it in about four inches when I realized I was starting to get hard again. I guess all that waiting had really paid off.

I grabbed another toy, this time a thick realistic black latex cock, and started to fuck her cunt with it until it was nice and deep. I halkalı escort then grabbed the camera and took a few snaps of her cum covered body and the fact that she was being double penetrated.

Once again I was rock hard and took the realistic cock out of her used pussy and started to fuck her. She was sooo tight with that other dildo in her ass and it felt sooo good. I fucked her like this for a while then realized that if her pussy feels tight with something jammed in her ass, her ass would feel even tighter if there was something jammed inside of her cunt.

With that I pulled my dick from her pussy. Looking down I could see her pussy gaping open, used, and dripping. I pull the double dildo slowly from her rectum and watch, as it stays open for some more good snaps from the camera.

I then take the realistic cock and put it back into her cunt. Then I lift and push back her knees. I hear her make a small sound and realize that the chloroform must be wearing off. I grab the towel and the chloroform and proceed to slip her back into unconsciousness.

I lift her knees again and lube up my cock. I then insert it into her anal ring. It feels so good. It’s a different kind of tight. The ring itself isn’t tight at all, but I can feel the pressure from her full cunt through the thin membrane that separates the two.

I can feel the ridges of the dildo in her pussy rubbing against my cock. I keep fucking her beautiful ass for a while. Eventually the pressure, friction, and thought of the experience get to me and I am soon pumping hot semen deep into her rectum.

As it starts to taper off I pull the dildo from her cunt, and then my cock from her ass, letting the last few drops of cum drip onto her abused cunt.

I lean back and admire her. She has drying cum all over her upper body and fresh hot cum dripping from her gaping anus and coating her pussy.

I take the marker and draw a little dialog bubble down her thigh coming from her gaping anus that says, ‘I love sodomy’.

I then on the other thigh draw a large arrow pointing to her cunt.

Inside the arrow I write, ‘Deposit cum here.’

I take many more pictures of her and then clean her off. I wipe all of the cum up and scrub off the entire marker writings.

I also put away the cameras and toys. During the last of the clean up Mara started to come to. When she is awake I ask her how she feels.

Mara looking a little groggy says, “I have a bit of a headache and I feel like I got the shit fucked out of me, but other than that I’m fine.”

“Did you have fun?” she asks.

“You don’t even know that half of it. Just wait until I show you” I say as she looks at me with a puzzled stare.

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Foreword: Some of the tortures depicted in my story are pure fantasy and are not realistic. Please do not attempt any of them without discussing it in the BDSM newsgroups first, or asking someone like John Warren for advice.

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This was Jack’s second visit to Edge Play. He was curious about BDSM and had been lurking in the newsgroups for some time, but hadn’t yet been to a munch.

He passed through the plate glass doors that were the main entrance on 14th street. He walked past the book store on one side of the corridor and looked into the window. On prominent display was a complete set of near mint paperback Gor novels. On the other side was a display window for a store that sold all types of devices, and he scratched his head at what looked like a small stainless steel pressure cooker. He walked past the stores and up to the bouncer standing guard before the two elevators. The bouncer checked his ID before letting him on the elevator to the main floor two levels below.

As Jack walked through the short corridor to the main room, he passed a political poster that said:

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Defend our lifestyle against the Puritans, moralists, censors, and control freaks — vote Libertarian!

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He took another step, and next to the political poster was a display case listing scheduled events.

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Cass Carnaby Five live tonight

Branding Demonstration in Orange Dungeon at 8:00

Torture Demonstration in Yellow Dungeon at 10:00

Slave Auction in Blue Dungeon at 11:00

Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest in Red Dungeon at 12:00

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He thought, What the hell is a Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest?

Well, first things first. He walked up to the bar to get a drink. He paid the bar tender $5.00 for a pint of Guinness Stout on tap. The band, five guys in blue blazers, announced the title of their latest hit, “Dangerous Game.” Appropriate title, I suppose, for a BDSM club, Jack thought. The song was a catchy bossa nova tune.

He listened to the band for a while, then, beer in hand, he proceeded to explore the club. It was only about 10:00, so he followed the blue line to the slave auction. He was still working up the guts to sell himself to someone for a night. As he walked in, he took a flyer and read it over. It explained how the slave auction worked. Every time you enter the club, you are given 10 slave points — meaning he had 20 so far. The cheapest he had ever seen a slave sell for was about 1000 points. You can offer yourself for sale, and the high bidder gets you as their slave for 24 hours. You also gain 10% of their bid amount added to your total number of points.

To offer yourself, you sign a release form stating your sexual orientation: straight, gay, or bi. If you’re straight, you’re only offered to masters of the opposite gender; if you’re gay, then only to masters of the same gender; and if you’re bi, you are offered to anybody. You also list your limits and print your safe word — they recommend “may day,” but “red” is the customary safe-word. If a slave refuses to do something that he didn’t list as one of his limits, then the slave is banned from the club for life.

On the other hand, if you buy a slave, you can’t leave the premises with your slave except under special circumstances. For this reason, there are suites that you can rent for the night like a hotel room — with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and dungeon. However, if both you and your slave have been a slave three times and a master three times, and your slave consents to it, then you can take your slave home with you for the night. You both are required to call in when you get home, and you have to return the slave to the club the following night. Also, there are all kinds of ID required before you can take a slave home, and anyone who violates a slave’s limits is banned for life from the club and is reported to all the newsgroups. Furthermore, an immediate search by a private investigation agency is conducted if a slave isn’t returned the following night. So far, this policy has worked extraordinarily well; there hasn’t been a mishap yet.

Jack watched the slave auction with fascination. Many women were sold to men. Many women were sold to women. Some men were sold to men. Few men were sold to women. The most attractive people, those with the greatest experience as slaves, and those with the least restrictive limits, were sold for the highest amount. Being straight and inexperienced, Jack knew that he would be sold for a cheap price, if, indeed, anyone would bid at all. He would have to sell himself many times over to get the thousand points or so to be able to buy a female slave for the night.

As the auction progressed, the Doms and Dommes left with their slaves. The hours passed quickly and the auction finally ended.

He left the dungeon and wandered the club’s maze like array of rooms and corridors. He passed an alcove with entrances to restrooms. bostancı escort There had been several such restroom alcoves, but this one was marked “Alternate Rest Rooms.” He considered going into the men’s room to see what might be alternate about a rest room, but he didn’t really have to go yet, so he continued his explorations.

After passing through a few more rooms, he stopped at the door of the Green Dungeon, where there was a sign posted on the display case.

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TPE 24/7 Level-10 slave swap and auction, invitation only!

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Jack scratched his head wondering what that meant, then continued on.

He came to the yellow dungeon, where a “Torture Demonstration” was presumably in progress.

Upon walking inside, past a couple of big beefy bouncers watching the room, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had expected it to be some lame fake show. But, wow! Upon walking inside, there was a woman hanging by her breasts. She had a rope wound tightly to one breast, threaded up through a pulley and then down and wound tightly to the other breast. The pulley was hanging by another rope from a pulley mounted on the ceiling. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, and her feet were dangling several inches above the floor. Her bright-purple breasts were stretched like they were about to be ripped off her body, while her face was distorted in silent agony. A man, probably her Dom, was standing next to her at attention.

Next to that, was a woman bent over a saw-horse with her bare ass shoved up into the air on display. Her wrists were bound to one side of the horse, while her ankles were bound to the other side of the horse. Her ass was up in the air facing the observers, and had a clear plastic speculum forcing it open. Another such speculum was forcing her vagina open between her shaved lips. He was about to continue past when her Dom held out a magnifying glass and said, “Go ahead, have a look inside. Just don’t touch or those bouncers will throw you outta here in a flash!”

Jack really didn’t want to look up that poor woman’s spread holes with a magnifying glass, but being new to the scene and not sure what is considered polite vs. rude behavior, he didn’t want to offend him, so he took the glass and peeked inside. Those bouncers sure looked surly, so he was very careful to stay back and not accidentally touch her. He saw the inside of her ass was bright red. Surprisingly, there was no odor, despite his nose being about six inches from her wide-open asshole. Jack handed the man back his glass and said, “Thank you.”

The other smirked and answered, “You’re welcome.”

Next he came to a woman with a male sub. The woman sat in a chair next to her slave and ignored Jack. The man was shackled spread-eagle to a giant wooden X standing upright. He was naked, and he had a sort of collar wrapped around his balls. Hanging from that collar was a cloth sack containing what seemed like a bowling ball. While Jack stood there gawking, the woman lifted her foot up and tapped the ball slightly with her toe, sending it swinging gently back and forth.

Next, was a woman lying on her back on a low wooden platform with her feet hanging over the ledge. Jack almost puked when he saw her feet, for they were all slashed and blistered. One of her toes was cut off, and a couple of her toes were missing their toenails. In a tray at the base of the table were assorted bottles labeled, “Sulfuric Acid” and “Rubbing Alcohol.” Jack looked up at her Dom. He winked at Jack and whacked the base of her feet with a cat-o-nine-tails, evoking a whimper from her and adding another trickle of blood to the gory sight.

Next, there was a woman straddling another sawhorse. The top beam was made into a point lengthwise. She was standing on her tiptoes while her wrists were bound together over her head and toed to a shackle mounted in the ceiling. As he watched, she lower herself onto the beam, sit for a few moments, then lift herself back up on her toes, then sit, then stand. Her constant rising and lowering reminded Jack of someone riding a horse.

Then there was a man standing next to a wooden crate about six feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. It was open on the top and full of dirt. Sticking up about 6 inches out of the dirt at one end was a length of PVC pipe. Jack was afraid to ask the man standing there what was buried under that dirt, so he started to walk away when the guy climbed up onto the dirt. He unzipped his pants and pissed into the pipe. Then he climbed down and caught Jack’s gaze saying, “She’s been in there for about an hour. I figure she must be thirsty by now.”

Jack smiled at the obvious joke and continued to make his way around the room.

He completed the room, and went back into the hallway. After rounding a corner, he stopped, looked down, and noticed that he was standing on a red line embedded in the floor. It was close to midnight, göztepe escort so what the hell, he thought; he followed the line in the direction of the arrows.

A display case next to the red dungeon declared that this was the Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest. First Prize was to be 1000 slave points each for both partners. Second prize was to be 500 points for the top partner. Third prize was a complete set of Gor novels for him and a set of Mida novels for her. Jack thought how he would love to win 1000 slave-points and maybe buy a slave for a night.

He went inside and took a seat among the spectators. Inside, there was a row of long narrow benches lined perpendicular along one wall. Each bench was about 2 feet above the floor, about 6 feet long, and about 2 feet wide. In the middle of each bench was a small hole. Leaning in each hole was a section of white PVC pipe with a 45 degree elbow piece at the top angled downward. The pipe was resting in a small pitcher underneath the bench. At the end of each bench closest to the wall, it was more thickly padded than the rest, like a pillow. Each bench had a number of shackles and straps on it as well. Also, he just noticed, there were a number of kegs grouped to one side of the row of benches. A couple of women were standing near the benches checking and adjusting them.

A few minutes later, a couple came out of a door in the back of the room. Both were wearing slippers and bathrobes. The two women escorted them to the first bench. The man removed his robe and — Jeez! — he was completely naked. He sat on the bench and put his legs up and rested his head on the padded end. That PVC pipe was sticking up between his legs right at his crotch. One woman lifted the pipe and slipped the angled piece onto his dick. She then shackled his wrists and ankles, and then buckled the straps tightly across his chest and waist. Lastly, she slipped some sort of white clip onto one of his fingers. His partner kept her robe on and jumped up and just sat side-saddle on his chest.

A second couple came out and placed themselves similarly on the next bench.

Then a third couple. Then a fourth couple. Then a fifth. Finally, a sixth couple came out. That left two empty benches.

One of the women stood before the audience and announced, “Hello. I’m Kathy. I’m one of the judges for the contest. We seem to need two more couples. Would any couples like to enter the contest?”

No one volunteered. She then asked, “Well, would any singles like to enter? If two singles of opposite genders enter, and are acceptable to each other, we can fill one more bench. How about it people?”

Jack swallowed hard and raised his hand. He had no idea what this contest would require him to do, but he was willing to try anything once. It might even be fun to have a woman do something erotic with him involving beer. And he couldn’t pass up the chance to possibly win 1000 slave points.

She motioned for him to come forward. He stood and excused himself across the row and up to the front of the room.

“What’s your first name?” she asked.

“Uhm, Jack.” He answered.

“Well Jack, stand over by that bench.”

Again she announced, “De we have a female volunteer from the audience to be Jack’s partner?”

She waited a few moments but no one spoke up. She turned to Jack. “Wait a few minutes, Jack. Maybe someone will volunteer. People are still entering the room.”

Jack nodded.

Kathy turned back to the crowd. “Here’s how the contest works. The bottom lies on his back and pees into the pitcher through the pipe there. The top sits on his face, balancing herself on his head, with her clit over his mouth. She is given a mug of beer and she chugs as much beer as she can as fast as she can. Whenever her mug is empty, she will raise it up and out, and one of us judges will take it and refill it from a keg and return it to her. Whichever bottom fills his pitcher full of pee first is the winning couple.”

She continued, “If the top falls off, the couple loses immediately. Although every bottom has an oxygen sensor, the safe-word is ‘may day.’ We ask the audience to be quiet so we judges can hear a bottom speaking the safe-word. It is allowed for a bottom’s oxygen sensor to go off once, but if it goes off twice the couple is out. If any bottom speaks the safe-word, even once, the couple is out. If the bottom spits out any piss, or any piss leaks out between his mouth and her ass, the couple is disqualified. The contest will begin in a few minutes.”

Jack nearly fainted when he heard that. Sit on his face! Chug beer! Drink her piss! And piss into the pitcher! Holy crap! He was suddenly glad that there were no female volunteers to be his partner, that’s for sure.

Kathy then announced to the crowd again, “Ladies, Jack there still needs a female partner. Any volunteers?”

Kathy started to turn toward Jack when she tuzla escort heard a cough from the audience. She turned back to see a woman was standing — a tall muscular black woman with short kinky orange hair.

“Come on down.”

Jack gulped when he saw his prospective partner come forward.

“What’s your name?” Kathy asked.

“I’m Tameka,” she answered.

Kathy faced Jack and asked him, “Do you agree to Tameka as your partner?”

Jack was at a loss for words. What a dilemma! If he rejected Tameka, everyone would surely think he was rejecting her because she was black. He didn’t want people to think he was a racist. But how could he let another person piss into his mouth? And then swallow their piss? From someone he doesn’t even know? Damn!

“Jack?” Kathy asked again.

“Sure,” Jack squeaked. Jack had never been with a black woman. Didn’t even have any black friends. At school, despite all the diversity programs and everything, the blacks kept to themselves and the whites kept to themselves. He wondered if a black woman would “taste” any different than a white woman.

The other male contestants were already lying down on their benches. Kathy escorted Jack and Tameka into the back room. There she told them both to disrobe and place their clothes into two plastic tubs and wear two robes that she handed them.

Jack was self-conscious about getting naked in front of both Kathy and Tameka, but Tameka seemed to think nothing of it as she quickly undressed before his eyes and put on her robe. Damn, but she had some body, though!

So Jack swallowed hard and did the same.

Kathy escorted them back out into the room and motioned for Jack to lie down on the bench. He did so. She then placed that pipe on his dick, and shackled him in. Then she placed that white clip on his finger.

“What the thing on my finger for?” he asked.

“Oxygen sensor,” she answered. “Hospitals use them during surgery nowadays. Warns us if you’re being suffocated. You heard me announce the rules, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yeah,” is all Jack could think to say.

Kathy turned away and, without hesitation, Tameka jumped up and landed with a thump sitting sideways on Jack’s chest like the others, forcing a gush of breath out of his mouth.

About a minute passed then Kathy called the spectators to quiet and announced, “Ladies, mount your faces.”

Tameka slid off Jack’s chest, and walked around behind his head. He watched out the corner of his eye that the other women were doing the same thing with their subs.

He looked back up just in time to see Tameka jump and push herself up over Jack’s forehead and land on his face with a smack! She squirmed around a little and his nose slid into a depression in her ass crack.

Oh, gross! He thought. She had landed with her cunt directly over his mouth, but she had stuck his nose up her asshole. Her ass cheeks were pressing against his eyes and he could see only darkness. He could tell that her feet were dangling without touching the floor and so her full weight was pressing down on his face. Her full weight on his face felt like she was crushing his skull. On top of that, her thighs were clamped tightly against the sides of his head, presumably to keep her balance. Damn, it was painful! I just hope she doesn’t have to fart.

He suddenly realized that he couldn’t breathe, but then she leaned back a little, lifting her pussy off his mouth, and he was able to breathe out of his mouth.

He heard some walking about for a few minutes, then heard Kathy announce, “Ready! Set! Chug!”

He suddenly felt Tameka squirm a little, and heard a gurgling sound come from her thighs pressed tightly against his ears. It continued for about a minute, stopped briefly, then continued for another minute, and so on, and so on.

Jack lost track of the number of minutes that seemed to pass when Tameka leaned forward and pressed her pussy to his mouth.

An instant later, a stream of acrid, salty liquid splashed against his tongue and pooled at the back of his throat. He started to panic; he couldn’t swallow if he couldn’t breathe. What’ll happen when his mouth fills up?

Fortunately, she stopped peeing just before that dread moment, and leaned back. He swallowed her piss with a few gulps while she continued chugging beer.

More minutes passed slowly. Eventually she had to pee again. Like before, she pressed her pussy against his mouth and let her bitter piss stream into his mouth. This time, he tried to swallow, while holding his breath, before his mouth got too full. He was a little successful, but she pissed faster than he could swallow. Again, she stopped just before his mouth was completely full; and he realized that if he hadn’t swallowed some while she pissed, it would have filled his mouth beyond capacity.

Shortly, she peed again. And, again, he managed to swallow a little while she peed, though it was difficult. It seemed that less time had passed this time. He then realized that as long as she keeps chugging beer, she’ll eventually be peeing nearly continuously. He had better be ready to keep up.

At that moment, he felt his own urge. He relaxed his muscled and pissed up into that pipe. He could hear it dribble into the pitcher below his ass.

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Violet was tied over a kind of horse, just wide enough that her body was supported, but each of her tits hung down either side of it. It was just long enough for her to rest her cheek on it, and her pussy was at the other end, at the perfect height for the guy behind her to step in and start fucking her pussy as soon as he was ready.

In the meantime though, tears were streaming down her face as he spanked her glowing ass.

She was in the middle of the second task for her contest with her friend Danielle. After being humiliated, exposed and fucked in the middle of a club by an old security guard, she’d gone home and showered vigorously. Danielle had called just after she’d gotten out of the shower, and they both had related their first tasks to each other. Even though Violet was dying to find out what else her friend would have to do, both girls had been reticent when it came to sharing the rest of their list of tasks. Both were afraid that the other would take advantage of knowing which tasks each girl would find the hardest to do. Violet wanted to win badly though, she had a competitive streak that just wouldn’t quit, and she really didn’t want to spend a night in the control of Jared… not to mention she’d always been rather attracted to Danielle. If, when, Danielle lost she’d finally get to indulge in that attraction, whereas she might otherwise not get a chance since Danielle was so uptight about homosexuality being morally wrong.

But that had put her in her current position, tied over the horse of one of Jared’s friends, getting 100 spankings and 100 whip-strokes before he’d fuck her. The video camera was in front of her and a little to her right, catching every tear that fell from her slightly tilted brown eyes. She hated that she was tied, she hated that she was in pain, and most of all she hated that despite all of her feelings about the situation she was in, her pussy was wet.

THWACK! SLAP! CRACK!

The paddle hit her ass three ataşehir escort more times for the final count of 100. Her tear-stained face looked up into the smiling face of Victor, the very cute blonde dom that Jared had sent her to when she’d called him, wanting him to find someone to spank and beat her. There was no way she could submit to any of the guys she actually knew, it was potentially too embarrassing and revealing, especially when she would see them later in her usual much more dominant position. Victor’s short blonde hair and big blue eyes combined with his stunning smile were enough to make her wish that they were in very different positions. He was smiling at her right now as her tears were starting to slow even though her ass was still throbbing with pain, it felt twice as large as normal.

“That was very good,” he told her, stroking back the long strands of brown hair that were covering her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice was hoarse. At first she’d tried to hold back from making noise, and after awhile she couldn’t stop herself from crying out and moaning.

“It’s just the whippings left, and those will be easier, I’ll spread them out. Your ass is a magnificent red though, just gorgeous.” He winked at her as he pinked up the 16″ multi-strand rubber whip. Beginning slow strokes over her body, she moaned a little as he whipped down her back, straying near her ass a little. The impact was harder then when he’d been spanking her, but as he said, it would be spread out rather than all in the same general area. Still, maybe tomorrow she’d take a break from the tasks… give her body some time to recover.

Her breath hissed out as he whipped her breasts, catching her nipples with the ends of the whip. It hurt, because they were already pressed against the horse in an odd position. As the whipping went on, he hit her back, her breasts, her thighs, and finally her pussy. ümraniye escort The ones to her pussy hurt the most, the rubber strands slapping into her wet flesh. It shamed her that she was still wet throughout all of this.

Slowly he increased the speed and the impact, and about halfway through he started to focus most of the whippings on her tits, thighs and pussy, with only occasional strokes to her back. Violet moaned as her skin slowly started turning pink where he was focusing the hits, her flesh was starting to tingle painfully as the whip slapped against it. Her body jerked every time he hit her nipple or clit squarely, and she whimpered, hating the vulnerable sound that came out of her mouth. Victor just kept smiling as he moved around her, steadily beating her body, always making sure not to get in the way of the camera.

With 25 strokes left, all of them became concentrated on her more tender body parts. Right boob, left boob, pussy, repeat. It was becoming hard to tell if she was in pain or aroused as her body moved and she moaned and whined, it hurt pleasurably. An oxymoron if there ever was one. Finally he focused the last five on her pussy, the heavy strokes hitting her inner labia and clit so that she screamed at the shocking pain that pulsed through her.

Untying her as her tears flowed, he carefully lifted her from the apparatus and laid her on the floor where the camera would still get a good view of what was happening.

“Good girl,” he breathed as she whimpered and panted, but didn’t complain, as her sore ass pressed against the carpet, and lowered his mouth to her bruised pussy flesh.

Definitely aroused, she thought in surprise, as the soft touch of his tongue on her beaten cunt made her gasp and arch her back in pleasure. It hurt, yes, but it hurt so good… she’d had no idea that this was how it could feel to not be in control. In some ways, it was more freeing kadıköy escort than being in control; she didn’t have to do anything other than what he told her, she just had to sit back and take whatever he gave… no decisions… no real effort on her part. She’d taken the beating, and now she was getting the reward.

Victor lifted his mouth from her pussy, satisfied with her reactions to his oral attentions. Violet spread her legs for him as he gently pushed into her abused pussy.

“Oooooooo…” she sucked in her breath as his 7″ dick slowly stretched her open, she was more turned on than she cared to admit as he slid home and his body bumped against her beaten lips. He began nibbling on her neck as he thrust in and out of her pussy, his chest pressing against her sore breasts, each thrust making her ass rub painfully against the floor. Violet was lost in a haze of pleasure as her pain and arousal wound around each other, interlinking in a heady mix. Unthinking, she pressed her sore pussy up against him, moaning as the pain burned through her, igniting more and more lust as his hard body moved against hers.

His arms wrapped around her shoulders and he buried his hands in her hair as he started to really pound away at her pussy, Violet was shocked at her pleasure at feeling delicate and feminine in his arms. Usually, she preferred to be on top with a guy; in fact, she’d never had an orgasm when she’d been on the bottom but she could feel one starting to build in the bottom of her pussy as moved against her splayed legs. Heaving her body underneath him, she hungered for that orgasm, and wrapped arms around his waist gasping as he began a circular motion with his hips, rubbing his groin against her clit while his dick made circles inside of her.

“Oh… Oh…. OH!” she felt completely vulnerable and open as he thrust into her hard, and she could feel his dick getting harder and longer inside her as he started to reach his climax, “OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!” His dick was actually pulsing inside her as he came, and his last hard thrust against her clit made her cum as he released spurts of cum into her pussy.

When Violet left, she got his number, even though he warned her that he didn’t bottom. It might be nice to see him again sometime… shake things up in her sex life a little…

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So now the day for Fern’s release had arrived. The time had come for her to enter the world as a new bride and a one legged one at that.

For her release from hospital, Fern had asked her oldest friend Christine to bring a special outfit to wear. It was a deep plum coloured full length skirt that was complemented with a black, sleeveless vee-neck blouse, just tight enough to highlight the sweet breasts that had always been such an attraction of Fern’s. On her foot, she would wear a light brown, 5.5 inch calf boot with 1.5 inch platform, inner zip and lace up front. These were comfortable clothes and she knew that she needed to feel comfortable this day.

So here she was, sitting in a hospital issue wheel chair waiting in her room when Don arrived about noon time. She was ready. Her right foot sat strangely alone on the footrest of the wheelchair that would be her locomotion to the front door of the hospital. What was left of her left leg was only noticeable because the suede dress material cascaded over the end of her stump and fell flat to the seat of the chair. She looked down at the chair and its one foot rest with its one leg resting and smiled. She was radiant and at the same time nervous about the adventure ahead.

Don had always liked this outfit and in fact it had been one that they had used for one of their fantasy outings to Vancouver. He wondered if Fern had chosen it for the fact that it had many erotic moments attached to it. At any rate, his Bride of less than 1 ½ months was beaming as he strode into the room with a bouquet of red roses. He handed the bouquet to her and with his other hand pulled her up from her chair. He wrapped his arms around her back and engaged her in a most passionate kiss.

Fern’s knee buckled slightly and if Don’s hug had not been secure, she might have stumbled, hopped and possibly fallen back into the chair. As it was, she literally fell into his arms and kissed back with the passion that they had missed and that was coming from Don in such waves. To an onlooker if there had been one, Fern’s right foot, stretching tippy-toe as she reached to receive Don’s kisses looked very natural and used to its role of assuming all the balance required to keep her luscious and womanly body from falling.

As per the rules of the Hospital, she had to be wheeled to the front door. Don continued to wheel her up to the door of her black, late model Mercedes SUV. He opened the door, steadied Fern’s chair and she rose from her chair. She grasped the opened door and the roof of the car and took several hops to align herself with the seat of the car. Looking into Don’s eyes, she smiled and hopped to him for a quick kiss. Hopping back and repositioning herself again with the seat, she sat down in the seat, shifted her stump around to the centre of the car, lifted and guided the skirt into the car and followed that with her long, lithe right leg and its sexy shoe adornment.

Settling in, she noticed how strange she felt. First off, she was a passenger in her own car. Second, looking down into her lap as she was pulling the seat belt into position she noticed only one long, leg extending forward. There was nothing issuing from her left hip beyond the fallen fabric draped over the round stump of her left leg. The left side of her seat was mostly empty!

Don was kartal escort eager to get Fern home and show her the many convenience features he had installed in their new home while Fern recovered in the hospital. These included things like lever door handles, remote electric switches, bathroom renovations including a handlebar and a new, raised toilet, a safer surface on the floor of the tub and shower and a shower that now was at the end of a portable cord that reached down to the small stool sitting expectantly in the corner of the shower stall. Originally, the shower had been designed to accommodate two but now the stool and a one legged Fern would fill the stall. There was still room without her stool though, for a Fern and a Don holding her for support.

First he had to drive his new wife, his newly amputated wife, home to start their new life together. He returned the chair to the hospital doors and stashed Fern’s crutches in the back seat of the car. They were ready to begin their new life as a married couple and at the same time adjust to the new reality that was a wife with one gorgeous leg and one tantalizing stump of a leg.

When Don climbed into the driver’s seat and leaned over to kiss his new bride and lay his hand on what was left of her left leg, he nearly lost his “cool.” He instantly felt an urge toward hardness in his groin, a desire to take this gorgeous woman, his new wife, home to love her, to caress her and to stimulate every inch of her abbreviated body. Fern too felt aroused as she was not unfamiliar with the feel of Don’s hand on a pretend stump. But this time, instead of sensing Don’s hand on her folded knee, she felt a twinge of sensation coming from higher on her thigh than past experiences. This new sense was more of a touch on the inside and back of that remaining thigh stump as opposed to a sense of touch on the end of a folded knee stump.

It was only curious where the sensation was coming from. Probably because of all the connections from those amorous moments that the two had spent together with a simulated stump over the years, Fern now felt that familiar twinge in her womanhood. It was a sense that she had “been here before” and that she knew how much pleasure was ahead with the touches and caresses of her real stump. Perhaps really being one legged wouldn’t be all that different than before and this sense suggested that it might actually be better.

“Come on Honey, we have to get home. I have a nice lunch prepared, some wine in the fridge and some new things for you to see that will help us both in our new life together,” Don said as he engaged the car and the two of them drove on into their new life together as an amputee couple.

They drove lost in their own thoughts. Neither doubted their new future. Both reflected on how the fates had brought two people together who shared an interest in a certain charade that had just recently become reality. The pleasures they had shared before, whenever Fern dressed as an amputee had grounded them and in a sense, prepared them for this moment. Don turned into the driveway of their new split level house, parked the car outside the garage door and turned to Fern before smothering her lips in another passionate kiss.

“It has been almost two weeks since we maltepe escort have been able to touch, tease and tantalize each other,” he said. “That’s too long to wait. That wait might just have been worth it though because of what we have done during that time. Look at you! You’re beautiful, your eyes sparkle, your hair is gorgeous, your complexion is shiny and look what we now have that we didn’t have before: we have a real stump of an amputated leg in our family. I can’t believe that I now have one of the most gorgeous legs to play with as well as a stump of a left leg. I love the new gift we have to share and enjoy.”

“Oh Don, I’m so nervous about all of this. Yes, we surely do know how excited we got when we played our game. But now it’s no longer a game. Now I can’t do some of the things we did together when we enjoyed our love fantasy and I would unwrap my “stump” and get my leg back. Now, my leg is never coming back.”

“Darling, my love for you is stronger than the games we used to play. Those games we used only to arouse and excite ourselves beyond what others can only dream of. But there has always been more to us than our love fantasies. I know that once you heal and get fully adapted to your new shape, we will still walk together, go fishing and visit antique stores. How will the loss of a leg interfere with our love of good food and wine and shared enjoyment of cooking? If we can no longer X-Ctry ski, who cares, we can still toboggan, go tubing and even learn to downhill ski. You should still be able to swim and I’m sure we will find ways to dance together; I really sense that our slow dancing is going to get better. No Fern, this accident is sad. I wish it hadn’t happened to you. But it has and I’m not bothered. I would go through our wedding vows again tomorrow and I would burst with joy to see you crutch down the aisle on your one leg. We WILL make more out of this than seems possible now. Come on inside and let me get lunch together.”

“Oh Don, I want you to lick and touch and caress all that is left of my left leg. It’s all we have now my love but it’s more than we had before when we pretended and when I was your 2 legged wife. After all, you have only ever been able to love one of my legs at a time. The other one languished from inattention. Now, ALL your attention can be focused on just one of my legs and at the same time, your tongue, and YOU, can get aroused by the thought that there is a new “toy” to play with that hangs from my panties on the left side. How many of your friends have BOTH a leg and a stump to play with, to tease, to tantalize and enjoy? Aren’t you the lucky boy”” she cooed.

It seemed that lunch could wait. Fern crutched her way into their new living room, and sat down in the deep leather love seat. She beckoned for Don to join her. Don placed the rose bouquet on the counter and sat eagerly on her left side. He reached out with his left hand and took Fern’s cheek in his hand and smothered her in another passionate kiss. “Oh how I love you,” he whispered. “I loved you as a woman with two legs and now that you only have one leg, one that just so happens to be one of the world’s most outstanding legs, makes no difference in my love for you,” he assured her.

Fern quietly pulled Don’s head down to her pendik escort lap and pulled up her skirt so that Don could kiss her stump, so that he could nibble what was left of her thigh and arouse her feminine urges as they had done so many times in the past. His supple tongue began to lick and his teeth began to nibble Fern’s STUMP everywhere but on the sutures.

Fern was swooning in pleasure as a strange, warm sensation encircled the remnant of her thigh. When he licked the bottom of her stump and around back where an upside down “U” shaped stitch line marked where the Surgeon had taken the residual anterior quad muscles and folded them back over her 9″ femur to form a robust and thickly padded stump, Fern’s sense was that Don was licking the front of her amputated left front thigh. And when Don’s tongue was on the back of her stump Fern sensed a caress on the front middle of her thigh. That was so odd but so sensual and arousing as well. Fern was very wet and eager to be filled with Don’s passion. “Help me up my darling Husband and take me to our bed. I want you again. I want to make love so slowly and passionately that this first time for real as a one legged lover is a moment that we will never forget.”

Don bent first to unzip the calf boot Fern had worn home. And as he was removing the boot, he allowed his hand to caress and tickle up and over her well shaped right calf to her thigh. There his fingers caressed and kneaded Fern’s toned thigh and Don began whispering to her about the perfect leg that he was worshipping. Fern was getting wetter and wetter and wondering how she was going to make it to their bedroom when Don rose and reached out his hand to her. She took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled to a standing position, albeit a rather shaky one. Her passion and general weakness made it harder than usual to balance on her one leg and she hopped gently as Don embraced her.

He handed her crutches to her which she slipped into. In a dazed and weakened state, she crutched down the hall to the bedroom with Don right behind her, his eyes feasting on her one precious bare naked foot peeking from the bottom of her skirt. He reached out and tried to gently clasp and caress her stump through the skirt fabric until she scolded him and reminded him that she was having a hard enough time balancing and crutching without further arousal. With that she tossed her hair back, looked over her shoulder and asked Don to get her to their bed as fast as possible so that he could kiss her, and love her and make love to her one fine leg and its new partner, a round, robust, soft, breast like stump of a left thigh.

It wasn’t but a few more moments and the two of them were under their eider down each clasping the other as if the moment was to last forever. They hugged, they swayed and Fern was able to use her stump as an extra hand to rub Don’s thigh and stomach and urge its inclusion into the space between his legs where she found a swollen member just waiting to fill her with its love and care and warmth.

So far, the real stump was proving to be even more arousing than the simulated one. Fern loved Don’s gentle attentions to it and Don loved everything she did with her new stump. This new toy, the fact that they had not laid together for a couple of weeks, and the reality of their very passionate love, took the two of them from the early afternoon until the early evening without even getting out of their bed. Then the two of them collapsed together in passion and love and let the perspiration and juices from their sex mingle and cool together. “Perhaps,” Fern whispered to Don, “this is going to have some very good points.”

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This morning my Keyholder was at work and i was 1200 miles away locked in a CB6000s chastity cage with a plastic numbered lock (485807). i was telling Her how much i missed Her and we were just talking about everyday life, when in the background i heard one of Her male coworkers bring Her a cup of coffee. As he gave it to Her, She said, “thanks bitchboy”. i don’t know if he heard her or she was saying it so i would hear it. Either way it worked. i was already horny and hearing Her was making me get hard in my cage. i told her i was her only “bitchboy”, which she replied, “you need to do a better job of it”. The conversation turned back to normal everyday things and we finished.

The following is the texts and Her replies after that phone call.

pb….i’m your only “bitchboy”. Love you, KH 485807, pb

Key_holder…Well, let me think, I may need to think about that when you take 3 weeks off and leave me alone. Ummm.

pb…Really that comment made me grow in my cage a little.

Key_holder…U aren’t touching yourself r u.

pb…no but i’m going to need a cold shower.

Key_holder…ok you can rub your balls a little.

pb…i’m locked for you, i’ll be a good bitchboy for you.

Key_holder…Now I’m gonna ride you real slow. Don’t cum.

pb…can i take that cold shower.

Key_holder…Not yet, I’m not done. Do u feel me, licking u, my big hangin titties in your face. Teasing you.

pb…Your tits and nipples are so beautiful, Keyholder.

Key_holder…OK harder now I’ll ride harder, feel my wetness.

pb…what if I cum while u r ridding me?

Key_holder…you will get a spanking. Do you feel how wet I am. Don’t you cum. Feel me riding you?

pb…yes…i have a vision of your beautiful, sexy body. May i lick your nipples?

Key_holder…not yet. Just look at them.

pb…i need a spanking, you want to hear me spank myself for you?

Key_holder…Yes I do. Do you want to taste me? I’m getting so wet.

With that response, i went down to the basement because i saw a yardstick down there earlier. I called Key_holder at Her work as i pulled my shorts off. She answered the phone by saying why are you calling me, I wasn’t done teasing you.

i was breathing heavily into the phone, She asked me if i was okay. i told Her i was very horny and that i was standing naked in the basement and was getting very hard in my cb6000s, well at least as hard as i could. She told me She was getting wet from the sexting and that She could call me tonight and tease me some more. i asked Her if i could spank myself and She could listen. As She was at work She said yes but that She had to be careful with Her comments. i told Her i understood.

i asked Her how many times i should spank myself. She said to start with ten times on each ass check. i started to spank myself with the yardstick, spanking myself 10 times on each butt check. i thanked Her and She told me to do it again, this time 20 times on each check. As i spanked myself i was getting harder in my cage, my balls were being pulled and they were getting big and full.

i told Her that my balls were full and She let me rub them for awhile. She then told me to spank myself some more, i spanked myself for Her this time 20 times on each butt check. i looked around the room and saw a flyswatter, i told Her and asked if i could spank myself with it. Again She told me to hit my ass with the flyswatter 10 times on each side.

i could hear Her coworkers in the background, She told me that She was getting really wet and that She needs to stop before She gets carried away. i asked if i could spank myself with the yardstick 10 times each before She hangs up the phone. She said yes and make them count.

We finished our phone call and said goodbye. i was so horny; i took a pic of my ass and sent it to Her cell phone.

She must have liked the photo as She tested me back that it look nice and that She was so wet and horny. I texted Her back and asked Her what made Her so horny, She said my butt all red and thinking about our awesome sex life together.

WOW, i am one lucky son of a bitch. To have such a beautiful, sexy women to share my life with, it’s unbelievable.

The next morning i woke up of course thinking about Key_holder, so I text Her “morning Sexy, i love you”. She was busy at work so She didn’t text back right away but did call me a few minutes later. Again i was telling Her how much i missed Her and we were just talking about Her work and things. After a couple minutes She had to get back to work so we said our goodbyes.

After i hung the phone up i had to go pee, getting up from sitting i glanced in the mirror and saw that my butt checks were marked from the spanking yesterday. Having just talked to Key_holder on the phone and knowing She was busy, I texted Her.

pb…Love You KH, 485807

pb…Oh, bakırköy escort By the way, my butt has marks on it.

KH… You better b a good boy or else more spankings.

pb…more?

KH… Yes more.

pb…when & how many?

KH… If u r even having one sexual thought you need 20 on each cheek.

Pb…should I go down to the basement & call you KH?

KH…yes.

KH… Just looked at yesterday’s pic, your butt isn’t red enough. Get to spanking.

pb… now?

KH… NOW

So i ran down to the basement, stripped naked and called Key_holder at work. She asked me if i was having sexy thoughts. i told Her yes and asked if i should begin spanking myself. She told me to begin lightly then get harder with each smack. i started on my left butt cheek and spanked it 20 times getter harder each time, i then did the right side the same way.

When i was done She just started talking about work and other things as i stood in the basement waiting for Her next instruction. Then in the middle of Her conversation, She asked me if i was still having those thoughts. I told Her yes and She said that i needed 10 more on each side.

When i finished this time, She asked me what i was thinking about. i told Her how i was thinking about how sexy and beautiful She is and about the time we went shopping for a “French maid” outfit for me and while i was in the dressing room the sales lady opened the curtain as i was standing there in my cb2000 and a pair of yellow panties. We laughed and then She had to get back to work, so She told me to do 10 more on each side. When i was done, She told me not to have any more thoughts and that She would call or text me when She wanted me have more spankings.

After we hung-up, i went upstairs and looked in the living room mirror, my butt was crimson red, so i texted Her again.

pb…WOW, my butt is really red now.

KH…Does it need kisses and gently rubbed.

KH…We could cuddle and I would rub you softly.. HEY u r thinking again, 10 more.

pb…ok, you’re busy at work so i’ll go down to the basement and give myself 10 each.

i went down and spanked myself again 10 times on each butt cheek and then texted Her that i was finished. She texted back “Let’s cuddle”, i wrote back “i need to hold You”.

It’s been over an 2 ½ hours since then, i’ve written the text here and can’t stop thinking about Her, i’m going crazy with lust waiting for Her to call or text me. i’m still hard and dripping in my cb6000s.

My Key_holder called at Her lunch break, the conversation started about regular stuff, and then She asked me if i have had bad thoughts. i told i have been thinking about and reading our text and am still very horny. She told me to go down to the basement again for my punishment. She had me do 20 times on each side and then She told me how this was making Her wet. i told Her i was dripping precum and She said not to waste any of it and for me to lick it up.

She then went on about other things, i love the way She teases me, telling me to lick my precum and then talks about the weather. i asked Her what She had for lunch, She said a sub from Subway; i teased Her about it being a 12″. She told me it was only a 6″ and joked that it was still bigger than me. i told Her all of Her lovers were probably bigger than me in which She replied “most likely”.

She had to go back to work so She had me spank myself again 20 times each side. i alternated from left to right and smacked my ass 40 times, She then told me that She would text me within the hour with another round of punishment for me, i am to do it text Her when done and shower and start my day.

40 minutes later:

KH…15 NOW

pb… yes, Ma’am

i ran downstairs stripped and proceeded to spank my ass 30 times alternating 15 on each side. When i finished spanking myself, i texted Her that i was done and thanked Her.

KH…Another 15

I did the last 30 real hard; in fact as I sit and type this, my butt really stings.

I sent a pic to Her with the following text, “Is this red enough?”

KH…Not quite will let u know soon.

i showered and started my day, had to run some errands. All during the day i kept thinking about Her and how good i felt completing the spankings for Her, as i was still locked in a CB6000s there wasn’t much else i could do but think about it and agonize over how horny i was. We spoke on the phone a few times during the day and texted back and forth, but nothing about chastity or spanking. i was beginning to think She wasn’t into me spanking myself for Her and was apprehensive about bringing up the subject.

It was after dinner when i called Her to tell Her that i would be going out with some old friends for a few drinks. She said that i better be a good pantyboy. She told escort beşiktaş me that She would text me random numbers throughout the evening and i was to add them up and then spank myself that many times of each butt cheek when i got home.

i met my friends at a local bar and talked, reminisced and had a few beers. About an hour into my night i got a text from Key_holder.

KH… Let’s start with 15.

When i read the text my little dick started to twitch in my chastity cage. It was making it harder to maintain my conversation with my friends. Twenty-five minutes later i got another text from Key_holder.

KH…add 19.

pb…15 + 19 = 34

KH…good

Now it was getting really hard to concentrate on anything but my upcoming spanking. A few more beers later i had to pee, i went to the restroom, sat down pulled out a “que-tip” that i use to assist lining everything up in the chastity cage. Most times my cock is very small in the cage usually leaving about an inch or more to the end of the short tube, but tonight from the teasing from Keyholder i was filling out the cage nicely.

A short time later i received another text. KH… add 12 more.

As i was reading the text one of my friend’s wife asked me who i keep texting, i told her my Girlfriend in which commented that was nice. i thought if she only knew what we were texting, i texted back.

pb…15 + 19 + 12 = 46

i guess i took too long to reply, because as i was texting Her my phone beeped that i had an incoming text.

KH… ADD 20 MORE FOR IGNORING ME.

I didn’t waste any time replying this time.

Pb… sorry, 15 + 19 + 12 + 20 = 66

KH… don’t let it happen again, add 8 more.

Pb… 15 + 19 + 12 + 20 + 8 = 74

It was getting close to midnight and my friends were all getting ready to call it a night. We all paid our bar bills, said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. i was thinking, if they only knew that i had to go home and spank my ass close to 75 times on each butt cheek they would flip-out. i drove home as i only had a few beers, when i got home i texted Key_holder.

pb…home now, getting ready to spank my ass for You.

KH… how many times?

Pb… 74 each side, unless you want to add more?

KH…Call me I want to hear you do it.

i called Her, She asked me how horny i was from keeping track of my spankings. i told Her i couldn’t concentrate on anything but waiting for Her next text. i was stripping as we talked on the phone, She told me to go down to the basement and get the yardstick. i ran down the stairs, pulled off my shorts and again found myself standing in the basement of where i grew up naked waiting to spank my own ass for my Girlfriend/Keyholder.

She asked me again how many. i told Her 74, She said add 25. That would be 99 smacks to each butt cheek. i started spanking myself alternating back and forth from one side to the other, counting each smack. The whole time i was spanking myself She was teasing me saying things like, “maybe I will keep you locked a few more weeks when you get home” and “I should spank you every night before we go to bed”.

i was at number 42, when She stopped me and said, “feel you ass, is it hot?” i told Her it was very hot and that i could begin to feel welts. She said, “good, continue”. Again i started spanking my ass with the yardstick, each smack was stinging more and more, my dicket was getting as hard as it could in the CB6000s. In fact i was so horny and excited that i was beginning to drip precum.

As i got to number 90, She asked if it felt good, i told Her yes and that i was dripping. She told me to take my finger and rub it on the end of the chastity tube and lick my precum for Her. She told me that She was so wet from listening to me spank myself and that She was fingering Herself.

My butt cheeks were so red and hot, She told me to finish the last 9 on each side and then i was to spank myself 15 times really hard without alternating back and forth. I finished the 9, and then got to spanking my left side 15 times, it hurts a lot more than when i go back and forth on my butt cheeks. i then switched to my right side and gave myself 15 hard smacks.

All i could say was “thank you” we talked a little bit as i stood in the basement naked with my ass on fire from the 258 smacks. We said our Love You’s and Goodnights and went to bed, content knowing that She loves me enough to understand my desires.

The next morning as soon as i woke up i text Her “Morning Beautiful, love you” and She replied “Start with 10…”.

Looks like i’m going to have another good day.

Our little spanking game continued into the next day, in fact Thursday evening we were talking on Skype and She had me standup and show my butt marks. This progressed into me spanking my ass for Her while She escort taksim watched. She must have had me spank myself over 100 times, my butt was bright red and it hurt to sit down.

All day Friday i kept thinking about Her and how good i felt completing the spankings for Her, as i was still locked in a CB6000s there wasn’t much else i could do but think about it and agonize over how horny i was. We spoke on the phone a few times during the day and texted back and forth, but nothing about chastity or spanking. You all know how a sub’s mind is, i was beginning to think She wasn’t into me spanking myself for Her and was apprehensive about bringing up the subject.

It was after dinner when i called Her to tell Her that i would be going out with some old friends for a few drinks. She said that i better be a good boy. i met my friends at a local bar and talked, reminisced and had a few beers.

About an hour into my night i got a text from Key_holder.

KH… Let’s start with 15.

When i read the text my little dick started to twitch in my chastity cage. It was making it harder to maintain my conversation with my friends, as i kept looking at my phone checking for messages. Forty-five minutes later i got another text from Key_holder.

KH…add 9.

pb…15 + 9 = 24

KH…good

Now it was getting really hard to concentrate on anything but my upcoming spanking. A few more beers later i had to pee, i went to the restroom, sat down pulled out a “que-tip” that i use to assist lining everything up in the chastity cage. Most times my cock is very small in the cage usually leaving about an inch or more to the end of the short tube, but tonight from the teasing from Keyholder i was filling out the cage nicely.

A short time later i received another text.

KH… add 12 more.

As i was reading the text one of my friend’s wife asked me who i keep texting, i told her my Girlfriend in which she commented that was nice. i thought if she only knew what we were texting, i texted back.

pb…15 + 9 + 12 = 36

It was getting close to midnight and my friends were all getting ready to call it a night. We all paid our bar bills, said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. i was thinking, if they only knew that i had to go home and spank my ass. i drove home as i only had a few beers, when i got home i texted Key_holder.

pb…home now, getting ready to spank my ass for You.

KH… how many times?

Pb… 36 each side, unless you want to add more?

KH…Add…10.

i called Her, again She asked me how horny i was keeping track of my spankings. i told Her i couldn’t concentrate on anything but waiting for Her next text. i ran down the stairs, stripped and again found myself standing in the basement of where i grew up naked getting ready to spank my ass for my Keyholder.

My butt cheeks were so red and hot. All i could say was “thank you” we talked a little bit as i stood in the basement naked with my ass on fire from the spanking. We said our Love Yous’ and Goodnights’ and went to bed, content knowing that She loves me enough to understand my desires.

Saturday was more of the same, that night i was meeting a high school buddy for dinner.

Keyholder texted me a few times with my number assignments and i couldn’t wait to get home and do them for Her. My final number Saturday night was 50 for each side. When i got home i called Her, She wasn’t feeling good as She had a headache and sinus issues but i still stripped as we talked on the phone and went down to the basement and got the yardstick and spanked myself.

It was later that night, i was lying in bed that i realized i wasn’t spanking myself for Her, i was spanking myself for me. i was trying to control the game, i was topping from the bottom. i was beginning to get addicted to his_Keyholder’s attention and would do anything for it. I thought about it a lot while i fell asleep.

Sunday morning i woke up and was very depressed, i called his_Keyholder to say good morning. We talked on the phone She asked me what was up, that i sounded down, She knows me so well. i was very emotional, as i told Her how sorry i was that i had become so obsessive about the spankings. We still have some things in our relationship that I need to clean-up, like making my divorce final and i was forcing this spanking game on Her as She was dealing with Her health issues and our/my outstanding relationship issues. We talked more, She told me how torn She was but that She did love me but that i had let my ex control and damage our lives and that She didn’t want to get hurt again. We finished our talk and said out goodbyes.

Right after we hung up, I got a text from his_Keyholder.

KH…Last 20 until???

i immediately called Her back and asked Her if She was sure, She said, “Yes” i asked Her if She wanted me to do them myself or did She want to hear them. She said, She wanted to hear them. So i went down to the basement and stripped and started to spank my butt 40 times (20 times each side). When i finished She told me to do 20 more.

She is so good to me, She understands me, She completes me and i need Her.

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Ms. Panington screamed and pushed me from her lap. The arousal monitor alarm was blaring. Ms. Jensen leaped to her feet and ran to Ms. Panington’s side. Upon seeing the mess, she shouted, “Naughty sissy! Didn’t you hear the alarm?”

I lay on the floor ashamed and humiliated. I had heard the alarm begin to sound, but I so much wanted to cum I had thrust my cock into Ms. Panington’s thigh wanting to squirt. In the moment all I could think of was cumming; the consequences of doing so were the farthest thing from my mind. Lost in the scent of Kelli’s fragrant panties and the erotic thrill of being spanked by Ms. Panington in front of Ms. Jensen, the bounce of my breast forms as I lay across her lap, and when my cock had rubbed against the silkiness of her nylon stockings, all I could think of was relief. Like an animal I had given in to my instinct. Like a sissy, I had not cum in a woman’s pussy like a real man would. Instead, like a sissy, I had cum on a woman’s lap while my panties were pulled down to my knees and I was being spanked. And, once again I had ejaculated without permission.

I remained motionless on the floor in front of Ms. Panington, remaining just where I had landed when she pushed me off her lap at the feel of my cum on her pantyhose. I knew that I would again be punished, and I began to fear what would happen next. “Oh, Ms. Panington. Yuck. He spurted his slime on you. Can I get you a towel,” Ms. Jensen offered.

“Yes, a towel would be good, and please summon Ms. Sweeney to bring me a fresh pair of pantyhose,” Ms. Panington responded, then continued, “What shall we do with this sissy? He made no effort to control himself. He is not only a selfish masturbator, but a premature ejaculator with no control. It does not take much to get him off, that’s for sure.”

Ms. Jensen left the room and returned a moment later with Ms. Sweeney who saw the jism across Ms. Panington’s thighs. “Oh, Ms. Panington. That is horrible. He unloaded on you, just like that?” Ms. Sweeney asked, “What are you going to do?”

“Well, ladies, let’s talk about that. The continual arousal punishment from last night didn’t seem to leave an impression. And I don’t see that dressing him in feminine clothes is a punishment at all for him. He likes wearing women’s things a bit too much. We should have realized that from the videos that Kelli gave us, but I guess I was thinking that he was jerking off in her things because she so rarely let him fuck her. I underestimated the power of his fetish.” Ms. Panington said to the others.

“He does like women’s things; that is for sure. You should have seen his little penis stand at attention when I dressed him in his panties and bra earlier this morning. Let’s review the arousal monitor tracking and see when he seemed to be the most aroused?” Ms. Jensen volunteered.

They continued their conversation while I remained on the floor, skirt still pinned to my waist, escort pendik panties still pulled to my knees, and my penis now flaccid and seeming to try to hide by pulling into my hairless crotch. I listened as they reviewed the monitoring track and as they discussed that the smell of Kelli’s panties seemed to be more than I could handle, and that perhaps they were going too fast with my training.

After a pause Ms. Panington says, “I’m thinking that since he is so aroused by wearing feminine clothing, that perhaps he is not able to handle the stimulation of panties, bras, stockings, heels, and such until he has learned strict ejaculation control. We’re used to dealing with men who find feminization humiliating and consider it to be demeaning and view it as a punishment. It seems that, with Tom, it’s the opposite. The clothing as well as the fragrance of his wife’s pussy is a powerful turn-on for him, more than he can handle right now. I’m thinking that what we should do is use this desire to train him, so we take all of that away from him and make him earn it. You know, make him earn a whiff of Kelli’s soiled panties, make him earn the privilege of wearing panties, make him earn the privilege of wearing a bra and forms, you know, all of it. What do you think?”

“I like the idea,” Ms. Jensen responds, “I think that’s what the evidence from the monitoring is showing us. He is just so attuned to jerking off and he has such powerful fetishes, I think we should use his fetishes to control him. Letting him sleep in a bedroom with a bureau full of lingerie and a closet full of frilly outfits is too much for him.”

“Yes. Ms. Sweeney chimes in, “What if we cage him in that bedroom so that he is just a few feet away from the drawers full of panties, bras, garter belts, girdles, and stockings, and a few feet away from a closet full of feminine outfits and high heels, but he is caged and unable to see or touch those things unless he earns the privilege to do so? We’ll have him begging to wear panties,” she finishes with a giggle.

“Yes. I love it,” Ms. Panington says, “And we will do our best to hide our femininity when we deal with him. No more cleavage when we’re dealing with this one, no more upskirt views; we’re just going to have to be careful about stimulating him. He’ll have to earn such privileges. He’ll go bonkers without any stimulation from women, no access to his fetishes, and no ability to masturbate. And there will be no more over-the-knee spankings for him either…unless we use spankings as a reward as well.” All three hooted in laughter at this thought. “Instead of stimulation, we will use stimulation deprivation. And, let’s calibrate the arousal alarm to go off a bit sooner so that there are no more accidents.”

I began to realize that I would very much regret that instant of gratification. I had made no effort to control my orgasm, in fact I had chosen escort şişli to indulge my animal instinct and just let it go like I had done all those years while masturbating. Now I was going to pay a price. It seemed that they were planning to minimize all stimulation and keep me in a cage. They were right about one thing—I had been secretly thrilled with the idea that I would be wearing nothing but feminine clothing going forward. Now all that would be taken away and I would have to earn the privilege of panties by showing that I could control my penis.

“Get those clothes off him,” Ms. Panington ordered, “He doesn’t deserve to wear them. Dress, heels, stockings, bra, and panties; I want them all off of him. Stand up, sissy! Now!” Ms. Jensen and Ms. Sweeney wasted no time in roughly yanking all of those clothes off of me. “Now Tom, I want you to stand in the corner with your nose to the wall and your hands behind your back. I am going to call Kelli to give her an update. And I still haven’t had my breakfast which I was going to share with you. Just think; the morning started with my being so proud of you, Tom, for your acceptance of yourself as a sissy. You have much to learn, Tom, you have a very selfish nature. A sissy must learn to serve.”

Naked other than the arousal monitor, I made my way to a corner of Ms. Panington’s office where, as I stood in complete subjugation to these three beautiful women, my cock engorged and stood at full attention. “Look,” I heard Ms. Jensen say, “Look at the monitor. It shows that he is getting aroused again. He is turned on by being punished in front of us. Better that we ignore him.”

“Absolutely,” Ms. Panington responded, “Ignore the sissy. I am going to make a FaceTime call to Kelli, then get on with my breakfast.”

“Kelli? Oh, there you are. You look beautiful this morning. Can you see and hear me all right,” I overhear Ms. Panington say.

“Yes, Ms. Panington, I think we have a good connection. How is the training going?” I hear Kelli’s voice respond.

“Well, it’s one of those good news/bad news situations. I’m going to give you the bad news first. Tom is being punished right now. Let me hold the phone so that you can see your little sissy standing naked in the corner here in my office. We have to punish him again and we are going to make a change in training methods. I sure can see why you needed help with him,” Ms. Panington explains.

“I see,” Kelli responds, “What did he do?”

“He had another unauthorized squirt. He seems to think that he can indulge himself whenever he chooses. Too many years of unchecked masturbation, I believe, and it will take a while to break him of this and teach him that he is not to ejaculate without permission from a woman…well, actually eventually only permission from you, Kelli.”

“I see,” Kelli responds, “Well I have confidence in the Institute. You do whatever you think ataköy escort it will take. I do not want a masturbator for a husband and I certainly don’t want him thinking that he can get off whenever he chooses.”

“Okay, Kelli, thanks for your confidence in us. Tell you what. I’m going to hang up this FaceTime call and call you back so we can talk privately. I’ll get right back to you,” Ms. Panington says.

In a couple minutes I hear Ms. Panington talking again, but now I can only hear her part of the conversation. “Kelli, hi, okay, a couple things. Remember those extreme training methods we discussed when you were here?” There is a moment of silence as I can’t hear Kelli’s side of the conversation.

“Uh, huh. Yes,” I hear Ms. Panington say, “I understand, Kelli, I know that you prefer that he learns control without a chastity device. Yes, I understand, that will be a last resort.” There are a few more moments of silence. “Yes, we will be proceeding with rewards and punishments. Punishments have been a bit tricky as he seems to get aroused by being punished and humiliated by women…yes, oh, I see, makes sense…good idea Kelli. We can try that.” I hear Ms. Panington laugh. “Oh, that would be a hoot. Very fun, and I think it would be effective as well. Petticoat discipline. Love it. So you are okay with us caging him then?” She laughs again. “Oh, for sure, Kelli, we’ll send some pictures, and yes, we’ll be in touch in another day or so, as soon as we have some results to report…Oh, just one more thing, would you send some more pairs of soiled panties. I think we will need them…Yes, uh, huh. We’re training him to respond to your scent…Yes. okay. Thanks Kelli. Have a good day, and don’t worry about Tom. Sounds like we’ve got a plan. Thank you. Bye now.”

“Okay ladies,” Ms. Panington says to Ms. Jensen and Ms. Sweeney after clicking off her iPhone, “We’ve got a plan. Arrange that a dog cage be brought to his room. And call Nurse Pyre and see if she is available to meet us in the nursery.”

I stood in the corner, horrified, as Ms. Jensen and Ms. Sweeney left the office. I could hear Ms. Panington begin to attend to her breakfast as I could hear the clinking of silverware against dishes, but I was afraid to turn around. I had heard enough to dread what was ahead of me…a dog cage, and what was this about petticoat discipline. What in the world was that anyway? And a nursery, were we going to plant flowers or something? I remained standing in silence as I could hear Ms. Panington eat. Eventually she spoke, “Tom?”

“Yes, Ms. Panington?”

“I’ll bet you are hungry, dear. I will have Nurse Pyre feed you once we get to the nursery,” she tells me in a sweet, but condescending tone.

“Thank you, Ms. Panington. I am hungry. Ms. Panington, may I tell you something?” I ask.

“Yes, sissy. You may speak.”

“I am sorry for ejaculating on you and messing your stockings,”

“It is good, Tom, that you know it was quite naughty. But I suspect that you are nowhere near as sorry as you will be after you are punished for your selfishness,” she said quite sternly. “Now come here, Tom, and kneel in front of me until Ms. Jensen comes to fetch you.”

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