MMMM….. That feels so good. Oh yeah, right there.

I stripped naked as instructed by Master K. Standing before Him wearing nothing but a sexy smile and my 10 gauge clit “collar” he has given me. He looks at me with approval and nods his head indicating I may kneel before him. As I kneel before Master K, I am in awe of his Self confidence and His Domination. I eagerly strip away His boxers exposing the most magnificent cock. Not quite hard yet (He has such self-control)but that will change soon.

I stand up lightly touching Him with my shaking hands. My tongue flicks over one nipple and then the other – making my way up to his sexy lips. I give him a brief kiss as I work my way up to his ear and whisper “HURT ME MASTER!”

Master K runs his hands up my body, being sure not to touch near my pussy. His hands trail up my legs over my hips until he reaches my tits. He pulls and stretches my nipples while calling me His Fuck Doll then he hungrily starts sucking my tit. First my left breast then as his mouth slurps off of that nipple his tongue trails between both breast. As his mouth finds the right nipple he begins feasting upon that breast.

Master K moves his hands up to my shoulders and gently massages away any pent up inhibitions that I may have at pleasing him. His hands continue up until they reach my üsküdar escort throat. With one hand my Master applies a gentle pressure and presses my naked body against the wall and darts his tongue into my dirty slutt mouth.

Master tells me that I have been a good girl lately and will be rewarded. He reaches one hand below my waist and his fingers slip into between my wet swollen cunt lips. His touch sends shivers through me. He inserts his two fingers and starts to finger fuck me. Oh that feels sooo good. He spreads his fingers into a upward V shape and starts pulling at my pussy. On the verge of my first orgasm my knees buckled and had my Master not held me against the wall with his loving grasp I would have collapsed right there on the floor. He then inserts another finger. Three fingers opening up my snatch. Oh I start to shiver as my nipples become so hard they have to be touched. I gently rub my nipples as yet another finger is probed into my deep dark wet fuck hole – gaping it wide open. Pounding my pussy with all four fingers. I was nervously excited, wondering if he was going to insert his entire hand into my snatch and fist fuck my gaping pussy. But instead he removes two fingers and jams them into my tight asshole. Ow! Mmmmm!Finger fucking my pussy and ass gaziemir escort at the same time felt xxxquisite.

As I am on the verge of another orgasm he removes his two fingers from my ass giving it a brief rest. He continues his rythym with his two fingers working my g-spot until I gush my pussy juices all his fingers, hand, wrist, arm… dripping off of his elbow.

Master K smiles at me and tells me…..you got yours, now its my turn to have my whore pleasure me.

Letting go of my throat my body slides down the wall as he shoves his dick deep into my throat. I began sucking his cock , swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, my tongue slips through the horseshoe jewel that adorns his magnificant cock. I greedily slurp at his shaft.

I remove my lips from his cock and begin taking his balls into my mouth licking, tasting his sweetness. I beg my Master to turn around so that I could run my tongue through the crack of his ass. My tongue greedily slips into his tight ass. As I eat my Master’s ass I reach my hand between my legs so that I can give my Master some Pussy Lube. As I remove my tongue I reach my hand up and begin to stroke his ass. Ummm what a nice ass he has. Master K turns around so that I may once again feast upon his meat. sancaktepe escort I then insert three squirt soaked fingers in his asshole. I start fucking his ass with my fingers and I ride his cock with my mouth. Quickly he cums, forcing my fingers from his ass. He jams his cock down my throat and I feel his hot cum splash on the back walls of my throat.

Master takes me by the hair of the head and leads me to the middle of the living room floor in front of the bay window positions me so that anyone walking or driving slowly by would be able to see exactly how well Master K can fuck. He puts me in a doggie style position and starts rubbing his still very hard cock against my asshole. He very easily puts just the tip of his cock in and then slaps me on the ass and rams his rod into my tight asshole. Fucking my ass… Pounding my rosebud….mmmm. He knows I like it when he fucks my ass. He pulls his cock out of my ass and slips it into my greedy cunt.

He is pounding me so hard you can hear his smooth shaven balls slap up against my dripping pussy. He pushes my head to the floor grabs my wrists and pulls my arms behind my back as he continues his assault on my twat. He pulls and yanks my arms pulling me onto his dick as hard as possible until I am screaming his name out. He then shoots another wad of hott sticky sweet cum into my pussy, rolls me over throws my legs behind my head as he greedily sucks and eats his cum out of my pussy.Oh what xxxstacy!

Beep Beep Beep…….what the hell???? Damn, time to get up already, but I didn’t get to return the favor of cleaning his cock.

I can’t wait until night fall……Wonder what Master K has in store for me tonight?

Author’s Warning: Intense Content

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She was a classic “good sub.” A loyal, obedient, and zealous submissive woman who was dedicated to the service of her dominant mate. To him. She displayed these virtues so consistently that he gave her a special gift. He had been in the US military for several years and had rendered good service to the nation. He had earned the Good Conduct Medal twice, for which he was very proud. He gave her one of them. On the reverse side, as is customary, were engraved the words of the martial virtues “Loyalty, Obedience, Zeal.” She pinned it to the velvet lining of her jewelry box.

It was easy for her to be a good sub. She loved to obey him. Doing as he wished was her chief joy. When they were apart during the working day she would sometimes call him just to ask his permission for something. It didn’t matter for what. To masturbate, to walk in the park with their two dogs, to buy something. And it didn’t matter much whether he said yes or no. As long as she could follow his instructions, do his will, obey him. It gave her joy, and gave her life meaning to give herself over to another, to an entity she regarded as larger than herself. It was easy to be a good sub.

It’s not that she never committed the odd infraction, requiring a few swats on the ass or a little while in the corner. She was still in training, after all, still learning his ways. It was to be expected that she would have the occasional misstep. But the corner that he had dedicated as the punishment corner got precious little use. The loose leaf binder he purchased to be the “punishment book” had all of one page filled in over six months. The thought of failing or disappointing him was painful to her. She had once worn the wrong color (red when he had specified black) when she met him at the airport for a flight to New York. When he pointed it out she was mortified. It really was just an honest mistake, but the hour she spent chained to the bed in the hotel was nothing compared to the six hours of punishment she gave herself during the flight.

And of course the cane had never been used. He never found any need. She had a dread of the cane. Her previous dom had been too free in its use, unskilled, and sometimes drunk, as was she, back then. The previous dom had gone to Texas or Oklahoma somewhere, and was in jail for something. She, on the other hand, had been sober for two years. But she still had a scar on her left thigh from the cane. And when she would see it in the mirror she had to acknowledge that she was no masochist. She would endure some amount of pain for her master’s sadistic pleasure, but it caused her only suffering. She hated it. And He, her current owner, regarding the exchange of power as more important than sensation play, sharply limited himself in the delight he took in reddening her creamy ass with hand or paddle. But the mere sight of the cane, leaning up against the hat and coat rack in the entryway, made it still easier for her to be a good sub.

It was all so easy. Too easy. For him. Whatever he desired of her he knew would be his. His orders would not be merely followed, they would be anticipated. She never talked back, never displayed a trace of “attitude,” never disappointed or failed him. “What’s the value of something that comes so easily?” he thought. “How much do we esteem a thing we don’t have to work for? When I was 17 I worked my ass off to buy an old çeşme escort used car. And I loved that car, and cared for it and kept it up for years. But when my dad won a lottery he bought a brand new Jaguar, and within six months he totaled it. And he didn’t really care.” He looked at her photo on his desk. “Did I just win you in a lottery?” he thought. “Would I care if I lost you?” The very idea was painful to him. If he could not cherish her, value her as his most prized possession, treasure her, then what was the point? To own and keep another human being should be the most awesome responsibility and deepest joy attainable to a dominant personality. “And you,” he continued to the photo, “With me so easily pleased, will you tire of me?” For what can be the value of the easily had?

***

She had been out for the day visiting. It was dusk when she returned home. He was standing in the entryway holding her collar and leash. He put a finger to his lips to signal quiet, and she smiled, cast her eyes downward, and stood waiting. He advanced to collar his property. Then taking up the leash he led her into the living room as darkness gathered outside. The room was dancing with the light of a dozen candles. The air was scented with fresh orange blossoms. In the center stood a new addition: a massage table, about three feet high. He led her to the center, stood behind her and said, “Strip.” her filmy garments began to billow and fall, one by one, to pool at her feet. “Stop,” he commanded, when she had only her panties remaining. “Turn.” She turned to face her Master. He held scissors. He stepped forward, and in two quick snips cut away her last covering and yanked them to the floor.

He took a moment to savor her appearance. Below her neck was not one follicle of hair, not even on her arms. He touched her nipples delicately and they rose in greeting. He admired the bare mons, and stroked and petted its alabaster smoothness. He caressed the pink, rose-like petals that coyly peeked through her slit. And he tenderly kissed her mouth. That was the easy part. Reaching into his pocket he produced a blindfold, and in an instant her world went dark. He led her by the leash to the massage table and directed her to lie upon it face down. With soft nylon rope he bound her ankles to the table legs at that end. He did the same with her wrists at the other end. Using a 12 inch wide strip of Irish linen he bound her at the small of the back to the table, so she could not buck and injure herself. Her chin hung just over the forward edge of the table, her leash depending almost to the floor.

What he was about to do gave him pause. He began to doubt his course. Would this just ruin it all? Would it be too much? Would it backfire? Maybe it would. Maybe at the end of this process he would be without her, and she without him. But he had cast his die. The cost of things cannot be denied. He would go forth, and hope that he had done wisely. Loved wisely. What were the words of Othello? “One who had loved not wisely, but too well.” Yes, wisely. “Let me love wisely,” he prayed. For, as also in the words of Othello, “It is the cause, my soul. It is the cause.”

He laid the cane upon her body, along her spine, its one end resting on the nape of her neck, the other lodged in the cleft of her ass. She knew instantly what it was, and she shivered with fear and confusion. başakşehir escort “What did I do?” her mind screamed. “I haven’t done anything wrong!” She wanted to ask him “why” but she knew better than to speak unless ordered to. Then it occurred to her that it was just for the fear. He liked a little fear. “Of course,” she assured herself with a deep breath. “It’s just for the fear.”

He stood in front of her and ran his fingers through her hair. He grasped fistfuls of it and tugged and released, tugged and released. This always helped her begin that long, delicious slide into subspace. “What is your chief responsibility to me?” he asked her.

“Obedience,” she replied without hesitation. “Obedience.” The word felt good in her mouth.

“And what is your highest purpose?”

“Your pleasure,” she cooed, falling into the regular pattern of this discourse.

“Even at the cost of your own?”

That was a departure from the usual drill. She wasn’t sure how to answer. But she found her tongue and said, “There can be no cost to me, because your pleasure is mine.”

“So you say?”

“Uh, yes, sir.”

“And where do I find my greatest sexual pleasure?”

“In my mouth. In my loving, receptive mouth,” she said with some relief, his qustioning restored to their private catechism, all the while slipping deeper into that luxurious submissive zone. She heard his zipper come down, and she pictured in her mind’s eye how he drew out his cock. She knew he was stroking it, bringing it to full erection. She loved to watch this when she could.

“Open,” he commanded.

Her lips parted obediently. She knew it was millimeters from her mouth, she could feel its heat on her lips, smell his musk. “You would never disappoint me, would you,” he said. “You would never let me down.”

She shook her head, now unable to speak, waiting for his flesh, waiting to be the source and means of his pleasure. She felt the glans at her lips, as her Master’s penis began to find its way into what he owned. The shaft slid easily along her tongue, her lips urging him inward to pleasure. Ever so slowly, he reached the depths of her mouth, and then paused. Her tongue began its well-trained side to side massage of Master’s dick. “Listen to me, Pet. Listen. At this moment, the pleasure I feel is intense, exquisite. And not only from the physical sensation, but also the love and submission you give me. My faith is in you.”

Her head spun, and she simply went floating into subspace, a transcendent traveler in the mysteries of human experience. So far gone that she did not hear the wicked SWISHHH! of the cane, nor the CRACK! as it impacted her ass. It was a full second before the massive eruption of pain registered in her consciousness. Her jaw went slack and she released an involuntary scream into the flesh of her Master’s cock. “Don’t fail me, Pet!” he intoned. “Give me the pleasure you owe me.” His words, and his fulfilling presence in her mouth, steadied her. And then the SWISHHH! and CRACK! exploded again sending electric currents of agony throughout her body. Though the blow fell only on her ass, even her arms and legs hurt. Tears gushed from her eyes. “Oh, my God, Pet,” he moaned. “Oh, God you feel so good.” And he began to pump slowly into her, gently fucking her mouth. “Be a good slave, Precious. Make me proud of you.”

SWISHHH! küçükçekmece escort and CRACK! and another welt began to rise on her naked hillock of flesh. SWISHHH! and CRACK! again. He began to moan repeatedly, telling her of the ecstasy he was experiencing and that she was the source. She held onto his throbbing cock like a lifejacket, clinging to the fact of his pleasure, forcing herself to think only of that. But the pain, SWISHHH! and CRACK!, threatened every second to overpower her and make her beg for relief, even to use the safeword that she had told herself she would never utter. SWISHHH! and CRACK! Her tears were clogging her sinuses and breathing through her nose became difficult. She began to feel dizzy. She trembled from head to toe. “You’re doing so well, Pet. I’m so proud of you,” he said hoarsely as he continued to take his pleasure in her mouth.

SWISHHH! and CRACK! Her agony was about to overcome her. But the thought of failing him, of denying him what she owed him, would be agony, too. But the pain, SWISHHH! and CRACK! was about to get the better of her. SWISHHH! and CRACK! Through the fog and fire that roared through her body and mind, miraculously almost, she was able to feel his penis enlarge and harden even more. It stretched her lips, it bulged on her tongue and pressed more urgently against her throat. Suddenly, she was aware of the taste of small droplets of semen that were prematurely leaking out and flowing across her tongue. “The messenger, Pet,” he cried out. “The messenger!” SWISHHH! and CRACK!

The messenger was how they referred to his cum. For whenever she felt it enter her, or saw it arcing through the air to find a place somewhere on her body, it was the message to her that He was experiencing the greatest physical pleasure possible, and that she was the source. The messenger was hot, visceral proof of her connection to him, his ownership of her, the fulfillment of her highest function. It was her reward. And the messenger was now on its way. SWISHHH! and CRACK! SWISHHH! and CRACK! The cane landed on a previous welt and the blood seeped up to the surface to form tiny red pearls.

Her nose ran profusely. Her eyes streamed hot tears. The fire in her body consumed her. As close as she was to the end of her ordeal she felt she was about to lose the battle. “Protect me!” he cried out. Yes he. “Protect me!” Any man, even a dom made of steel is at his most vulnerable at the moment of release. And when that release is in his lover’s mouth his most delicate part is juxtaposed to her hardest and most deadly parts. So he must trust her. And for this man, this dom made only of flesh, trust was an aphrodisiac.

Her protective instincts rushed to the fore. And she took great satisfaction in this role. She was like a medieval page who bore her knight’s shield into the battle. She protected him from the slings and arrows while he dealt with the foe. This was the only time in any sex act with him that she had an active role to play. Otherwise she was entirely submissive. And now, in the battle with agony, she was called to the fore. It gave her just enough of her own strength to hold back the crushing weight of the pain. Her responsibility to him was now supreme, and she was willing to sacrifice every nerve ending in her body to hold him in safety.

SWISHHH! and CRACK! The cane fell from his hand. Sperm gushed into her mouth. With lips curled protectively around her teeth, she held onto him lovingly, being both his vessel and his shield. She swallowed him with joy and relief. While the welts on her ass continued to rise and sear and throb, the pain was somehow diffused. The messenger had delivered its missive. She had earned her place in his heart. And he had had to work very hard for her. All was worth its cost. For now.

In the lonely hours of the morning she awaits His arrival. She waits with a longing that she cannot describe, but it comes from somewhere deep down inside where she keeps those feelings that she believes others would think should never be felt. Her anticipation grows as the time draws near for Him to come driving up the driveway as he returns home from work. She notices that her breathing has quickened and her heart rate has increased as well. Why this happens to her, is a mystery, (at least to those who would not understand), but it happens nonetheless. She recalls the first time she had ever met Him. They had spoken on the phone one evening and she had immediately felt a connection and was drawn to his strong sounding voice. They easily became friends and began to learn more and more about each other as time went on. He discovered, (with her help), that He was a very Dominant man. He learned from her what it meant to be a Dominant and how His dominance would fit together with her submissiveness.

These thoughts play over in her mind as she waits for Him trying not to fidget with her only garment, well if you could call it a garment. It consisted of a tiny piece of leather that barely covered her crotch, and several lengths of chain to form the “torso” and the “brassier” for it. All of this was held together by other little scraps of leather designed to be used to adjust the fit. As her anxiety continued to grow, so did her arousal. She wasn’t just a slut who couldn’t get enough or anything, she was just a woman who was turned on by the fact that she had given herself totally and completely to this man. The very idea would seem ludicrous to most people but it was just as natural as breathing to her. She did have a fairly high sex drive but again her arousal was more than just sexual and even more difficult to express or explain. She was being rewarded today for something that she had done to please Him and because of this her excitement would most likely grow a hundred fold before the day was over.

She tries hard not to look at the clock knowing that to do so would only make her crazy as she sat on the couch pretending to pay attention to the TV program that was blaring at her with some talk show host mundanely speaking about why it was shameful for the man on the hot seat to be cheating on his wife, while trying to sound sympathetic to the sad wife when in actuality he could care less as long as they helped his ratings go up. With her pulse pounding bahçelievler escort in her ears, she waits. With her mind wondering crazily around dancing over random thoughts, she waits. With her insides churning like the swirling smoke of a forest fire, she waits. She waits because He has told her to do so and she gleefully does His bidding without question for she does not want to fall under His displeasure. That would be a gut wrenching thing for her. To have Him upset with, or disappointed, in her is not something she enjoys at all. When that happens she feels that she has failed him and her guilt compounds itself in her soul until she is choked with it.

She hears a vehicle grinding up the driveway and then it veers off towards the neighbor’s house until she can hear it no longer. She suppresses an inward sigh as she realizes that it wasn’t Him. Without looking, she knows that it is already past time for Him to be home from work and wonders if He is being purposely late just to make her feel this way or to test her patience and her emotional control. She puts that thought out of her mind as quickly as it entered because He wouldn’t do that to her. Her trust and confidence in Him is pure and complete and because of this she knows that He would never test her on a day when she was receiving a reward from Him. She looks lovingly at the implements that He had asked her to gather and lay out for what would be part of her reward. The love she feels isn’t for the tools themselves, but for the man who will be using them to give her what she needs. No, “need” isn’t a strong enough word for what she feels. The word “craves” comes to her mind as her thoughts race back and forth inside of her head on a seemingly endless flight, round and round inside of her mind like a dog chasing its own tail. She takes a deep breath and suddenly realizes that she actually had the word “love” in her thoughts of Him. Even though she has never said that word to Him it is true. She does love Him. She can’t vocalize how much she loves Him, but it is a great amount. She is unaware of the fact that He new long before she would even admit that she had ANY feelings for Him that she falling in love with Him.

Risking a quick look at the clock, she becomes more nervous when she sees that it is twenty minutes past the time that He would normally be home. Now she begins to wonder if perhaps her first thoughts of Him testing bağcılar escort her could be a reality. Just then she hears the rumblings of His truck pulling into His parking space next to her red SUV. The dogs are going crazy as they each try to get His attention in hopes that He might turn a word of acknowledgement their way. He swears that His dog Lakita, loves her more than she does Him. It is true that His dog does love her like she has never loved any other woman in His life, but she also knows that dog will always be His no matter how much He protests about it.

Quietly she gets up off of the couch and moves to the center of the living room and gets down on her knees. Toes touching, eyes lowered, hands on thighs palms up. He has never asked this of her because He knows how much pain she endures each day. She just wants Him to see how much she really does love and respect Him by making this sacrifice that she knows He will appreciate more than most men would simply because He knows what it takes for her to get into this position. With her body shaking in a kind of nervous fear, arousal, anticipation, and longing, she sets herself and gets ready to speak the greeting that she has worked on so hard just for Him. The key turns in each of the door locks and then the front door opens. He steps through the entrance and closes the door behind Him pausing in mid stride to the coat tree when He notices her kneeling on the floor before Him. His slight intake of breath is the only thing she hears that lets her know that so far she has impressed Him.

As He stands there towering above her, she begins her greeting. She speaks in a slightly nervous whisper at first, but her voice gains in strength and confidence as she spews out her words in the most precise and articulate fashion that she can muster. “Greetings my one.” “i am presenting myself to You in this manner to show You the utmost respect and to give myself to You in the completeness of O/our joining of Heart, Mind, Body and Soul.” “i will wear Your collar with pride, and i will do my best to make You proud of me, not only as Your woman, Your companion, or Your lover, but as Your submissive.” “i give myself to You gladly and i put my trust in You to return to me Your love, trust, and guidance just as You give me Your Dominance.” There, she said it. It wasn’t what she felt was the most soul grabbing statement she had ever made to Him, (she was always ümraniye escort overly critical of herself), but she sure hoped that He would be pleased with her words and accept the gift of her submission. She holds out her hands without looking at him and hands him the collar. She has secretly had some work done to it that she knows that he will be impressed with.

For what seemed like forever in her mind she waits for his response. He is quiet for several moments after her speech hit his ears. His quietness is not from displeasure, no not at all, but from shear surprise. He has been struck speechless by the tiny figure before him. His heart has jumped into his throat and his soul has turned to Jell-O. His mind has just gone completely numb. However, these are things that he cannot let her know. Now, it his turn to have a tremor in his voice as he speaks to her. Now, it his turn to be all full of nerves and frightful that he might say the wrong thing. He has waited for this day in anticipation for many long months, and even though he has practiced what he would say to her in his mind hundreds of times, his mouth has gone dry and his throat has closed up with the weight and magnitude of what she has just given to him.

He steals himself internally and speaks to her in firm, strong, yet loving tones. “you have given to me more than I could ever have asked. you have made me more proud that I could possibly express.” He takes the collar from her and encircles her beautiful neck with it. “I have waited for this day for a long, long, time and as I place this collar around your neck, I am sealing the bond between us as more than just man and woman. We are now bound truly at O/our Hearts, Minds, Bodies, and souls.” “I will give you my Dominance just as you have given me your submission.” Taking a moment to swallow quietly he continues, “Hold you head high and walk beside me as we travel through this life together, as Mine, and yours.” He bids her to rise and face him. “Stand little one and look at me.”

All of this may seem a little formal to those outside the D/s world, but in reality what has just transpired is in essence, a marriage ceremony. Vows were spoken, gifts were given and a ring was placed. The ring, called a collar, is placed around the neck of the submissive just as a wedding ring is placed around the ring finger of the left hand at a wedding. This collar is made of 14kt gold with a 14kt gold charm in the shape of a disk that has the D/s symbol hand engraved on the back. All the transactions of marriage were displayed but the bond is much deeper than your “normal” marriage. The bond in a “true” D/s relationship goes to the very core of their beings right down to the very nerve endings of their souls. So, as his finishes his promises to her, he pulls her in close to seal her in the protection of his arms.

The slave slumped forwards slightly, his arms still restrained behind his back. He felt totally overwhelmed by his Mistress and Her control over him; yet, he sensed there was much more to come. He tried to catch his breath and relax a little but every fibre of his body was alight with the energy of Her. She leaned forward and stroked one long, black leather gloved finger along his spine, just between his collar and hair line and then tickled the nape of his neck. He shuddered and squirmed. Such an innocent touch caused almost unbearable electricity to course through him furthermore. He breathed his submissive sigh again, his balance still shaken by the ride on the waltzer and his senses heightened by Her grasping hands. She cast Her eyes over him; evaluating him. She liked to view him, watch him, and scrutinize him from all angles. He was now well accustomed to being Her quarry. She moved behind him and unravelled the ropes around his wrists. He flexed his elbows and returned his hands beside his sides. His wrists ached from having had his hands clenched together and he was pleased to be freed for a moment.

“Stand up, My slave…” She gestured with Her hands, “… and strip!”

The slave turned his eyes to Her own immediately and with a quizzical glance questioned Her. Surely he was not to be made naked in a public place. Anyone could walk into the tent. There were still hundreds of people outside.

“Just do it!” She scowled.

Defiantly he started to undress, constantly looking around him into the darkness between the mirrors to make sure no one else was present. He peeled off his t-shirt and folded it neatly, placing it on the bench. She flicked Her hand and in a single sweep knocked the garment onto the floor by Her feet. He looked up at Her, pleading with his eyes. Holding his gaze She lifted one of Her beautifully sculpted black leather boots and placed it directly on top of the t-shirt then adjusted Her position until She was standing directly on top of it.

“Continue!” She dismissed, as She lit a cigarette and blew smoke up into the air impatiently.

Next he unhooked the belt around his waist and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Worried now that someone may enter this space he looked nervously towards Her, unable to speak, knowing it was forbidden.

“Oh, just get on with it!” She barked.

Knowing that any motion for sympathy from Her would be totally ignored or even worse, punished, he relented and, unzipping the jeans, kicking off his shoes he finally peeled away the final layers of his clothing. Now all that remained were his black socks, his chastity device and several leather straps which She made him wear as a symbol of Her ownership. She eyed him again, blowing smoke out through Her nose and flicking Her ash down onto his t-shirt, treading it in with Her toe.

“How stupid you look!” She smiled, wickedly.

She took a step closer to him and, with his eyes still down; he watched Her leather clad legs, boots and the hem of Her long leather coat swish nearer to him. He shuddered in anticipation. She took a long last drag on Her cigarette and discarded it into the shadows. He panicked momentarily; the grass around them was dry. It might catch alight and they would be trapped by fire.

“Yes… don’t you look a sight?” She asked, reaching forward and flicking Her finger over his chastity device.

Seconds later a waft of smoke and the smell of smouldering earth began to fill the tent. He startled and looked up at Her, pleading with his eyes.

“I might leave you here to burn, my slave!” She cooed as She strode away from him in the direction of the smoke.

He feared for Her now. Fires started quickly and they were trapped in this mirror filled tent. If the smoke became too dense they would be distracted by the reflections and would surely burn to death.

“Come here!” She called.

He didn’t want to go near the source of his concern, except to take Her away from the danger. He scurried in his nakedness, his device now rubbing against his inner thigh as he walked. Within moments he was beside Her again. She stood over the smouldering ground and turned slightly aside as he approached as if welcoming him into Her space. Little did he know? Immediately that he was beside Her She reached Her arms around him. One hand held the back of his neck firmly as the other took hold of his cock encased in the plastic prison She had made him wear.

“Now, we can burn to death…” She whispered low, “… or you can piss on it!”

He could not move. She had a firm hold of him from both sides. He had to submit to Her. He wanted to run, but was reluctant to do so while almost entirely naked. She carefully lifted his cock inside the device so that the small opening at the tip was directed at the right spot on the ground.

“You don’t want Me to burn, do you?”

He felt Her gloved fingers tightening around the back of his neck. It made him feel weak and heady but he must concentrate. He had to urinate tuzla escort or they would both burn to death. She had never made him pass water in front of Her before and he felt embarrassed and ashamed. Totally humiliated, but fearing the growing smoke may spark into flames he forced out a stream of golden urine. She manipulated his cock in the device so that the flow moved around and across the area of smouldering grass. There was a hiss as the spark that was building against the ground was finally extinguished. He let out a sigh of relief and his flow of pee ceased.

“Good boy!” She smiled, discarding his cock and moving away from him, making Her way back to the centre of the circle and the black leather bench.

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She stood and turned in front of the long plain mirror, admiring Her glorious leather outfit. He turned and watched Her momentarily then dropped his eyes again standing on the outside of the circle between two of the mirrors. She then peeled off the long leather coat and revealed the awesome sight of Her PVC top which was made of lattice work all down Her strong back. Almost as if by design, he spied the black Scorpio tattoo on Her right hand shoulder blade; framed by one small PVC section of Her top. The leather jeans hugged Her buttocks deliciously and Her long thighs appeared smooth and animalistic in their beautiful coating.

She draped Her coat across one end of the bench and straddled across the bench, Her thighs wide open in front of Her.

“Come here, My slave!” She demanded, in a soft, yet definite way.

He moved towards Her; grass prickling his feet through his socks while a droplet of urine glistened upon the end of his chastity device.

She leaned up in Her position; Her gloved hands resting on Her leather clad thighs. She swept a stray hair away from Her face then beckoned for him to stand before Her. Reaching beneath the PVC turtle neck She removed a long silver chain which held a small silver key. She removed the chain from around Her neck, unhooking it from Her hair as it got caught in transit and slithered forwards along the bench closer to him.

“Stand still and close your eyes!” She ordered.

Doing exactly as he was told the slave stood before Her with his feet about eighteen inches apart, his hands hooked together behind his back. He knew what was coming. More humiliation. Further subjugation.

Adeptly within Her gloved fingers She unlocked the device and peeled it away from him. He felt a sense of relief as the tip of his cock was now free but immediately his cock become engorged with blood and started to grow hard in Her presence. She leaned back again and viewed him critically, throwing the device onto the floor, the long silver chain still wrapped around Her fingers.

“You are pleased to see Me, aren’t you?!” She stated, Her eyes fixed on his cock.

Without another word She leaned forward again and in one careful swoop She had lassoed his cock with the silver chain. She swiftly moved Her fingers until the chain was looped back behind his balls and then pulled on the chain in a downwards direction.

“You will kneel!” She snapped.

The slave fell to his knees onto the hard grassy ground and felt the chain slither along the length of his now swollen, hard cock. She had released the lasso and now it hung halfway along his shaft, the key swinging in mid-air.

“More uses for a key than one!” She stated.

She leaned back along the length of the bench and rested back on Her elbows. Her leather clad thighs were directly in line with his lowered eyes and he felt himself catching precious glimpses of the long expanses of leather. Raising Her right leg She hooked Her heel onto his left hand shoulder and allowed the full weight of Her leg to rest there. Teasingly She turned Her toe towards his face and stroked the side of his head with Her boot.

“Do you like My new jeans?” She cooed, still flicking Her toe over his ear, knocking the hands-free device to the ground.

“Yes, Mistress…” he stammered, “… You look truly divine!”

She moved the toe of Her boot behind his head and pulled him forwards. He started to lose his balance and had to stretch his hands forward to steady his weight on the ground. His face was now so close to the inside of Her calf. He felt overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and desire. He could smell the newness of the leather and ached to touch it with his cheek. Before he could move She leaned forwards and caressed the side of his face with Her glove, gently and almost sensually.

“Worship Me, slave!”

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She allowed him the pleasure of feeling the leather of Her new trousers against the side of his face, his lips and his tongue. She instructed him to kiss, nuzzle and stroke his face against every centimetre of the inside of Her leg. He had felt the ripple through the leather of the ridge caused by Her knee high boots and he wondered if he might be allowed to worship pendik escort them also at some stage in the future. He felt lost in his moment now, worshipping Her, breathing Her in, knowing Her power and feeling his cock bounce below him. His balls ached from denied gratification for the past weeks and his mind still swam from the whirls of the waltzer.

Suddenly She moved Her foot and kicked him back onto his haunches.

“What do we have here?” She asked, raising one of Her exquisite eyebrows.

She moved around to the side of the bench and began to raise the seat. This was not a bench at all, but more of some kind of trunk, or perhaps an ottoman. The slave felt ignorant for not taking more notice of this object before him. She reached inside the box and removed the easily recognisable collar and lead that She had placed around his neck so many times before. The red, heart shaped name tag glinted in the dusky light and clinked against the metal of the lead.

She moved towards him now and raised his chin with one of Her long gloved fingers.

“Kiss it!” She demanded, placing the collar to his lips.

As he had done so many times before, the slave pursed his lips and placed a tender kiss against the now worn leather of the dog collar. She moved around behind him and attached the collar, as ceremoniously as ever, around his throat, tightening it so that it made contact against his skin. She then moved to Her position in front of him holding the leather handle of the leash in Her hand and looked deep into his eyes.

“You will always be My possession!” She clarified, as if he was in any doubt.

She yanked the collar as She stood and gestured for him to follow Her on his hands and knees, scuttling after Her like a most faithful hound. He cherished this position as he was able to catch a glimpse again of Her fine behind encased in the delectable leather jeans, Her hips swaying as She moved ahead of him. She came to a halt in front of one of the many mirrors and flicked the leash in a motion for him to look up at his reflection. There he saw a man that once looked like him, collared and naked, his cock now flaccid and limp, humble in the presence of this woman, his Mistress, his Goddess. Tears welled in his eyes as he soaked up the vision in front of him. For so many months he had dreamed and hoped of being in this position and it was obvious now that She had brought him to this place to show him his true place. He knew now that the only place he belonged was by Her side.

She stood there for a while soaking up the reflection of Her slave kneeling beside Her. She adored this view and wanted it to last longer but She had much to achieve in this one short evening. Her own romanticised thoughts would have to wait until much later.

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Having unhooked the leash from the collar and patting Her slave on the shoulder to tell him to ‘stay’ She moved back to the leather topped trunk. She discarded the lead and peeled a long black slithery item from the depths of the box, shaking it out as She brought it into view. Next She reached in and felt the familiarity of a bulky leather item which She loved so much. This, too, was brought out of the box.

“Come here, now!” She ordered and sat waiting for him to crawl back on his knees.

As the slave neared the box he could see that there were some new items beside Her but could not see what they were. She motioned for him to kneel back before Her and took the first item into Her hands.

“Put this on…” She instructed him, “… I want to see you in it”.

He took the item from Her and realised that it was a long black Zentai suit, a full body suit, made from lycra, with a zip along the back. He had worn similar items for Her in the past but never something as entire as this. His heart raced as he sat back and slipped his feet inside the flexible snug fabric. He pulled the suit up over his legs and then kneeled in order to feed his arms into the sleeves. She stood now and made Her way behind him pulling on the zipper and encasing him in the material up to his neck.

“Are you ready, slave?” She asked.

He nodded his assent and She reached in front of him, opening the smooth lycra hood and pulling it back over his face. Despite the flexibility of the material he was immediately plunged into total darkness and had to close his eyes against the tightness of the hood. He felt Her close the zip carefully up along his neck and over the back of his head, to its resting place on his crown.

She held his contained hand now and led him carefully over to the bench.

“It’s okay…” She spoke softly, “… I will direct you from now onwards”.

She bent him slowly and he sat down on top of the trunk. She stroked his face through the featureless mask and moved in close to him, and placed a gentle kiss against where his lips were encased by material. Next She moved to Her second item, this time made from leather. maltepe escort She opened it and moved around to the back of him.

“Now, don’t panic…” She spoke softly again, “… I’m going to hood you!”

He felt the heavy leather being placed around his face and fell deeper and deeper under Her awesome power. The disorientation swamped over him, he started to feel a little claustrophobic but as if She had sensed it She stroked his shoulder to reassure him. Taking Her time She carefully laced up the back of the hood which covered his whole head entirely except for a cut-out in front of his mouth.

She reached into the pocket of Her long coat and pulled out a Swiss Army knife, finding the scissors She gently and carefully cut a small whole in the crotch of the suit, just large enough for Her to stretch open and reveal his genitals. As She released the material it sprung around his cock and balls holding them taught before his body. His cock had grown hard again at his new containment and She stroked it briefly with Her finger, pleased to see that Her actions had aroused him.

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Removing Her long coat from the top of the trunk She swivelled the slave around so that he was sitting on the very end of the platform. Gently She lowered his shoulders until he was lying down. Quickly She worked around him, opening a large flap at one end of the trunk and removing several items. At the opposite end, next to his feet She pulled out two support sections and hooked his heels up into them. Now he was positioned rather like a mother about to give birth and this amused Her as She moved around him. If only he could see himself.

She collected some of the items She had taken from the trunk and moved down to his feet swinging the supporting sections together. She reached out and picked up a reel of tape and, holding his feet together applied one section around his ankles. Then moving up along his body She applied another section around his knees. She then extended the leg supports to their full extent and began carefully cocooning Her slave in tape from his pelvis down to his feet. Removing Her gloves for greater dexterity She moved carefully, confidently and with ease. He appeared almost weightless in his new confines and She purred to herself at the sight of him.

She then manoeuvred him until he was in a sitting position and reached inside the trunk again for another item. This item was cumbersome and heavy and Her slave flinched as he felt the weight against him.

“It’s only a straight jacket.” She reassured him.

Carefully She fed his already covered hands and arms into the sleeves of the straight jacket and pulled the folds closed around his back. Adeptly She pulled the belt straps through their shackles and pulled the restraint tight around him. He felt comfortable in this item, he was sure She had Her reasons.

She now helped him to his feet and manoeuvred him carefully moving him but an inch at a time. He felt very light now, a mere puppet to Her own strength as She opened the lid of the trunk. She managed him into the trunk and curled his legs into a bent yet comfortable position.

“I will leave you here for one hour!” She informed him as She pushed his head and shoulders down into the box.

The slave momentarily panicked again as he felt the lid of the trunk close down on top of him. He couldn’t hear or feel Her presence any more and felt scared without Her.

-0-

She busily picked up all the items which had been discarded around the trunk; realigned the moving supports to their hidden position and ensured there was no evidence of Her being there. She located Her mobile phone in Her pocket and pressed a button, waiting for a ring tone and connection.

“The Hall of Mirrors is now open!” She told the person the other end, and sat down pulling Her coat back around Her.

-0-

The slave felt movement around the box, thuds and sounds and thought he had heard a child laughing just outside. She had left him in the box and they had opened the Hall of Mirrors to the public again. No-one knew he was locked in this box and She had gone!

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She sat there on top of the trunk and did not move for thirty minutes. Various people wandered into the Hall of Mirrors and observed their distorted reflections with both horror and amusement. One elderly man actually sat on the trunk beside Her and smiled an old, knowing smile as if he understood why She was sat here. ‘If only you knew, old man’ She thought.

-0-

The slave felt the confinement and total entrapment washing over him entirely. He was totally imprisoned by Her and in awe of the sweeping feelings that now cast over his body, mind and soul. He felt detached and weightless almost floating in space and yet, totally immobile.

Suddenly he felt movement and knew that the box, in which he was a captive, was now being moved. Scraping sounds and the feeling of the box being dragged along the ground rang through every part that his hearing he could muster.

-0-

The gypsies moved the trunk carefully as She stood back and watched them intently. Their rewards would be high but they must do exactly as She had instructed. They lifted the trunk into the back of a large van and the gypsy wearing the wristband from the waltzer climbed up into the cab to drive.

Susan Donovan goes out to The Bunker for a day of self-bondage pleasure. But things don’t work out exactly as planned. She is discovered by Master Bruce and Mistress June and their slave, slut. What happens next could change her life forever.

This story is in two parts. The second part doesn’t make sense unless you read the first part.

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The Bunker has always been my own little private place of perversion. It is technically located on an island in a federal park- actually a gulf shore island preserve- but I live nearby and always buy a season pass so I can come out to the beach as often as I want.

Up on the north end of the island, near the entrance to the park, there is this great public beach, which is where most people go. It’s pretty crowded there most days, but if you wander about four miles down to where the bunker is, the beach is pretty deserted.

The area around the bunker is even more deserted. That’s because the bunker is set a little ways back from the beach behind the dunes. You can’t even see it from the beach… or from the mainland across the inland waterway. And you can’t get directly to it from the beach, so no one is likely to just wander past. To get to the bunker, you have to go all the way down to where the island was cut in two by a hurricane a dozen or so years ago, then you come back up behind the dunes. It’s a long, long walk, and motorized vehicles are not allowed on the beach.

Cars or even most Jeeps would get stuck anyway, and in a lot of places there isn’t that much beach between the dunes and ocean. If you drove down during low tide, you would be stuck there once the tide started coming in.

You could just walk over the dunes, but there is a HUGE fine- even jail time- if they catch you doing that. And forget about sneaking back there over the dunes. You would leave really big footprints in the sand on the dunes and the beach patrol comes by real regularly on their big-tired three-wheelers. If they see footprints over the dunes, one of them will wait there and the other one will ride down and come back up to arrest you.

That means that the only way to get to the bunker behind the dunes is an additional three miles down the beach and three miles back up. Like I said, way too much of a walk. But my bicycle with its old-fashioned, big, fat tires can easily ride over the soft sand, and six miles, plus the four miles back up to the entrance to the beach, is not bad for a bicycle. It’s six miles from my house to the park, so the total trip out to the bunker is sixteen miles… or about two hours. Again, not bad if you are used to bicycling.

There are quite a few people who walk or bicycle down to the cut and then come up behind the dunes. But they are mainly looking for a place to sunbathe in the nude, so they only come up a half-mile or so. As long as they are back there out of the way, the beach patrols will leave them alone. Sometimes I will see a particularly shy young miss sunning herself a mile or even two miles back up, but I have never seen anyone near MY bunker. The beach patrols don’t even come up there unless they are looking for someone.

To help insure my privacy, I usually come out during the week when there are fewer tourists and locals going out to the beach. I work from home, so I can do that, but I was overwhelmed with work this past week and hadn’t been able to get out here at all and… and I was horny as hell. So here I was on a Saturday morning, looking forward to a day of play.

The bunker is left over from World War II. Evidently there were a couple of big guns in some really thick concrete bunkers hidden behind the dunes and some smaller guns in a lighter bunker built up on stilts so they maltepe escort could fire straight out over the dunes. I’ve seen bunkers like these in old war movies and the big guns go “Boom! Boom! Boom!” and lob shells way out into the ocean while the smaller guns in the built-up bunkers go “Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat,” and fire tracers and stuff right out over the water. Unfortunately, the storm surge from the same hurricane that cut the island in two pushed the built up, lighter concrete bunker right off its stilts and left it lying on its back behind them.

The bunkers are technically sealed off, but all they did was put big chains and padlocks on the metal doors. They didn’t close off the big ports the guns used to fire through, and they didn’t bother to close up the broken bunker at all after it got pushed off its stilts. They put up signs and tape for a while, but then some government engineers decided it wasn’t going to collapse. They also decided that it would be way too expensive to demolish. So they just left it all for the crabs, the birds, the tourists, and me.

They did clean up a bunch of the peripheral stuff like metal staircases and guardrails and other sorts of stuff that people might sneak out here to steal. What is left now are two big concrete bunkers, plus one smaller one that happens to be lying on its backside, and twenty-four pillars that stick up about ten feet out of the sand. I think, technically, you are not supposed to go inside the bunkers themselves, but there are no signs that say “Keep Out,” so I don’t think the rangers doing beach patrol would do anything but maybe scold you if they caught you inside one.

I always park my bike inside the fallen bunker, as I call it. It had a big opening for its guns to fire through that went most of the way around on three sides with pillars to hold up the concrete roof. With it on its back, that opening is like a narrow door and I can roll my bike directly inside. That way I don’t have to worry about someone seeing my bike while I am doing my bondage sunbathing and coming up to investigate.

Sometimes I do my bondage thing inside one of the big bunkers. I climb in through the gun port and then go to the hallway that leads to the attached room where they stored the shells and stuff. There are no windows there and very little light gets that far back so it is really dark. I know that doing self-bondage in a hidden place like that is really dangerous because if something goes wrong no one would ever find me, but I have two friends who know about my kink and I have an automatic program on my phone that will text them and one on my laptop that will send an email if I don’t get back by a certain time. Before I left the apartment this morning, I set both programs to send their SOS at four o’clock on Sunday afternoon. If that happens, they know where I am and will come rescue me.

I’ve never had to be rescued, but Sammy, one of my friends, misread one of her automatic locks and set it for 45 hours rather than 45 minutes. I had to go over to her place on Sunday afternoon and use the override key to get her out. She wasn’t in any real danger, but she would have missed work on Monday. I always use two locks in series so that if one fails, hopefully the other will still work.

Today wasn’t an inside day. I’d been cooped up in my apartment all week and today I wanted to be out in the sun. That still left me several options. There used to be a metal staircase that went up into the fallen bunker. They took it down when they cleaned things up, but there are still several long pieces of metal that stick out of the concrete pillars where it was attached. And two of those metal pieces are where I can reach them… or at least throw a rope over them. With ropes or chains over the metal pieces and ropes or chains looped around the base of the pillars, I can pull myself into a fully-stretched naked ‘X’. With the auto-retractors I can almost pull myself off the ground. But today wasn’t an upright day either. Today I wanted to be stretched out in a big naked ‘X’ while lying flat on the sand.

Actually when I do my naked ‘X’ sunbathing, I’m not exactly naked. I am from the neck down, but I learned the hard way that the little sand crabs that scurry all over the place will investigate any opening. I spent four hours frantically shaking my head to keep them out of my mouth and nose. And they scared me to death when the walked across my eyes. So, I wear bubble-style safety goggles and a mask over my mouth and nose. The mask is one of those contractor masks to keep out dust, but it works just as well to keep out crabs.

The crabs often explore my nether regions as well, but since I have a big butt plug blocking the back end and a huge vibrator blocking the front, they just wander around down there. From the way they gather around when I’m really turned on, I think they like my juices, but they’ve never bit me or anything like that. They feel really weird as they manavgat escort walk around, but it is a nice, kinky kind of weird.

There are several different kinds of snakes that slither around here also, but none of them are poisonous. I didn’t realize how many of them there were until one slithered right across my body. I thought I would scream my head off. Luckily, there is a ball gag- a safety one, of course- beneath the dust mask, so my screams barely made it over the dunes. And if anyone was out there to hear me, they would think that they were hearing something from the mainland.

I don’t carry all those chains and ropes out here every time. I have an old duffle bag that I stash at the very back of the ammo room in the big bunker. You need a flashlight to see back there, so I don’t think anyone will easily find it. I don’t leave my locks or vibrators or ass plugs there. One, they are too expensive, two they would get dirty, and three, it would be really embarrassing to have someone find them.

As soon as I got here and got my bike put away, I climbed through the gun port and went to the back of the ammo room to get my chains and ropes. I also keep the auto-retractors in the bag. They are expensive, too, but they are also big and heavy, and carrying four of them in the baskets on the sides of my bike is just too much of a pain. I had to bring them out here one at a time when I first got them.

I used the four short chains to loop around the base of the pillars and then locked them in place with a threaded link. Before closing the link, I added additional short chains that would attach to the auto-retractors. Then I unrolled several feet of the flat webbing out of the retractor. With the safety on, rolling webbing out is really easy. Once the safety is off, there is no way I could pull more webbing out… or keep it from retracting. My automatic locks go into the rings on the ends of the webbing and the very short chains from my ankle and wrist restraints go into the locks. I use two locks for my hands, but only one for my feet. Then I put a little wooden box with the override key in it about five feet past the pillars that are holding my legs. If something happens and one of the leg locks doesn’t open, I can flip myself over and drag myself down to the box and get the key. I actually tried it to make sure I could do it… and once I had to do it for real when I made the same stupid mistake Sammy did.

After all my chains and retractors were in place, it was time to put on my restraints. I always start with the ankle restraints because they are harder to get on and having the wrist restraints already on makes it even harder. Once my restraints were in place, I set my phone over next to one of the leg pillars and brought up the app that controls my butt plug. I can set it to vibrate or shock, but today I wasn’t in a pain mood, so I chose vibrate. I selected a start delay and length and then set the intensity to random. That way it would play with me for the four hours I was intending to be at its mercy. I called up the app for my vibrator and set it up for the same times and program. I would have fifteen minutes before they kicked in and then four hours of pleasurable torture.

I put the anal plug in first. Again, because it is harder to do and even harder if I already have the dildo in place. And I really didn’t want the vibrator slipping out and falling onto the sand… ouch! You can never get all of the sand off of it and just a few grains inside vibrating against my love tunnel really irritates things.

Once the ass plug and cunt dildo were in place- I like using the dirty descriptions when I am getting myself ready for a self-bondage session- anyway, once they are in place I put on my chain belt. It is really just a piece of chain that I pull tight and lock in place. Then I rotate the lock to the back and pull the additional length forward between my legs. Once I pull it really tight, I lock it into place on the front. There is no way the ass plug or dildo are coming out- accidentally or intentionally- while that chain is locked in place. The keys for the locks on the chain are put in the little box with the override key for the auto locks. There’s a copy of the key in the duffle bag, just in case, but I’ve never had to use it.

The last thing I do is put on my ball gag/safety mask combination and my bubble goggles. The bubble goggles are actually intended for skiing and are rather dark. I can still see through them if it doesn’t get too cloudy. I thought about just using a blindfold, but I’m not that brave… yet. I have one. I just haven’t gotten up the nerve to use it and lay there totally blind, not knowing at all what is going on around me.

I double-checked the settings on my auto locks and lay down on the sand. Some day someone is going to wonder why the sand between the pillars looks like it has been raked clean of all vegetation and debris. It has. The rake is back in şişli escort the ammo room where I hide my chains.

One last look around and then click, click, my legs are locked to the chains. Then click, click, my arms are locked. Now comes the potentially painful part. I switched the safeties off on the auto retractors before I laid down. One quick pull and they will retract… really hard. I think they are designed to hold loads in place on flat-bed semis, so when I say really hard, I mean REALLY hard.

I’ve learned to sort of pull both of my arms at the same time to trigger the arm retractors and then pull my legs together real hard to trigger both of the leg retractors. It is really important that both the arm retractors and both the leg retractors activate at the same time. Preferably all four should go together, but I’ve never been able to get it to do that, so I just make sure that both arms and both legs work together. If I don’t do it just right, I get dragged across the sand really hard. Even when I do it right, I get pulled around a little bit. There are probably different ways to do it, but when the auto-retractors treat me rough, then I know that I am no longer in control and my period of self-bondage has begun.

Everything worked like it was supposed to and I ended up spread-eagled in the sand waiting for things to kick off. That is always such a long wait. I start wondering whether I should be doing this. I’ve never had to explain myself to the rangers, but someday they might wander all the way up here and then what would I say? Would they arrest me? Would they take advantage of me?

Those thoughts get driven out of my mind as the vibrator and ass plug both kick in at maximum at the same time. Everything is driven out of my mind- including me- as the app runs the vibrators in the dildo and ass plug up and down from about mid-range to maximum. I think both programs are set to give you a quick orgasm when first set to random and then settle back to drive you nuts over the long run.

Whether it was the program’s intent or not, I did exactly that. I bounced and screamed and pulled against the chains as a marvelous, but very powerful orgasm tore through my body. Then for the next three hours I alternated screaming “No more! Nor more!” and “Please! Please! Please!” as the twin vibrators went through their random routines of very intense or very soft or even off.

If both went to maximum at the same time it wrung another orgasm out of my almost-exhausted body. If both went to minimum or off at the same time, I groaned in despair from the lack of stimulation. And if one were at minimum and the other at maximum or both held at just above mid-range, then I would be begging the program to give me just a little more so I could go over the top.

I was lying there with my eyes closed, grunting, groaning and chanting, “Please, please, please make me cum!” when I heard a male voice say, almost laughing, “What do you think, Mistress June, should we get a setup like that for slut?”

A female voice answered, “I don’t know, Master Bruce, she might have too much fun.”

I opened my eyes and looked up into a face that looked like it had just stepped off a movie poster… or maybe a recruiting poster for the Marines. He smiled at me and asked, “Are you having too much fun?”

I tried to say, “Who are you,” but the ball gag made that impossible.

“I think there’s more than a mask there,” the woman said. She leaned down close to me and pulled the mask off over my ears. “Such a beautiful red ball gag,” she said as she reached down and began stroking my breasts.

“Why the mask and goggles?” she asked, pinching my left nipple.

“Aaammmsss,” was all I could say.

“I didn’t get that,” she said, pinching my other nipple and then twisting it.

“Aaammmsss!” I yelled.

“You’ll have to speak up,” she said as she grabbed both nipples between her thumbs and the edge of her forefingers and began pinching really hard and rolling the nipple up and down her finger so that it was twisting really tight.

I wanted to clearly say, “Crabs!” but both the ass plug and the dildo decided to go to maximum and a very intense orgasm caused my body to arch up off the ground and my arms and legs to shake against the tension of my bondage. All I could do was give a very loud groaning scream as she tightened her grip on my nipples. After being turned on for so long, it wasn’t really pain. It was just one more sensation driving my body nuts.

“Mistress June,” the man said, “why don’t you take out her ball gag? I really would like to know why she is wearing a mask and goggles.

“If you insist,” the woman said and let go of my tits so she could unbuckled the leather strap holding the ball gag in my mouth.

“Now,” the man said firmly, “you will tell us clearly why you are wearing a mask and goggles?”

“Crabs,” I answered rather shakily. In an even shakier voice, I added, “They explore any opening they find.” The ass plug was down to minimum, but the vibrator in my cunt was humming at about three-quarters of maximum.

“Ah,” the woman said, “we hadn’t thought of that.” She pointed to a naked young woman kneeling in the sand next to the man and said, “We are always around to keep those little buggers from doing anything to slut if we stake her out in the sand.”

As her Master was preparing to go to work, He had set slave some several tasks to do but slave had been working hard, and fallen into a deep asleep. slave was now in grave trouble as she was not prepared as she should have been on his return. His last words and her reply was still ringing in her ears as he left the house, “Slave I want you kneeling ready for me, as I have a new toy I want to use”. “Yes Master, slave will be ready for you on your return”.

Yet on his return, he found her asleep and unprepared. He stood there looking at her. Carefully leaning forward he gentle ran his finger tip across her nose which caused slave to stirred with a slight fright, she saw him standing in front of her, shaking with fear she noticed how He looked at her his eyes seemed sad and then from no where he barked some instructions at her telling her to go up stairs and to kneel in her cell, and while she is kneeling to think about why she was there. slave hated to disappoint her Master, and crawled upstairs to where the cell was, her heart heavy laden.

The cell was a small room, next to his bedroom. The cell had been a small bedroom which was adjoined to her Masters bedroom. she had to crawl past his bed, knowing it would be awhile before she would be allowed to lay there with him again.

The room had been made to look like a prison cell. It was bleak, and held very little personal equipment. It had no bed in it. Only a narrow wooden bench, which has varies uses. Steel bars had been placed at the window, the glass had been painted black, the wooden door had been sprayed sliver to give it the look of being metal. A little peep-hole was made so he could watch her when ever he wished. At the bottom of the door was another hole which would allow a food and water to be passed underneath. In the right top corner on the floor were a folded blanket and a bowl for her to use as a toilet. There where various points where chains or ropes could be attached to her cuffs and collar.

She knelt waiting listening to her heart pounding. her head lowered her knees apart, open for him. her hands placed behind her neck and there she stayed until he was ready for her. she could feel herself getting wet between her legs as she waited, her legs where getting numb. The pain of knowing she had failed was hurting her far more than any punishment he could deal out to her.

After a while the Master came upstairs, into his bedroom. He looks around the room and sees his slave in her cell kneeling in the corner – still dressed. He is not pleased yet again with her. He orders her to strip, to be quick about it. slave does as the as she is told with haste.

Her body shakes as she removes her clothing, her mind runs wild, knowing that she has made another error.

He then yells at the slave to go and stand under the cold shower, until he tells slave to turn it off. slave enters the shower room. she turn’s the shower on, slowly at first. As the cold water hits her body she feels her nipples harden and then şişli escort as she turn’s it on full blast. her body begins to quivers with the coldness. She begins to wash her self as he had taught her making sure that she was clean for her Master.

When he was ready the Master then calls the slave to him. But, not to dry herself. slave then goes into her Master’s room, dripping with water and shivering trying hard not to let her teeth chatter as she knew this annoyed her Master.

slave’s head is lowered. she knows her Master is angry. He tells her to put on her old collar and cuffs on, and throws them at her.

slave slowly puts them on feeling ashamed.

“Now kneel.”

slave does very quickly.

The Master then sits on his chair with his crop in his hand. He asks “What have you learned, slave?” she then tells him and that slave was very sorry that she had disobeyed his orders. And, that slave was looking after her own needs rather than his.

Master then slowly stands. Asking what should he do to his slave, for not being ready as he had told her to be? Feebly slave starts to say, “that slave wasn’t too sure what punishment Master had in mind,” but, then feeling the crop being patted against slave’s skin whispering, “Slave not sure Master”.

“Well, tell me what you think slave should get?” slave then thinks for a moment and replies, “15 Master?”

“Does, slave think that’s enough” her Master asks?

“Mmmmmm, may be not Master. What about 20 Master?” He then replies ” Mmmmmm, 20 on each cheek. Get into position two and be quick about it.”

As soon as Master had told slave what position to get into she wasted no time. she gets on all fours. Lowers her head to the floor, between her hands. Pushes her butt up in the air. her Master has clear reign to his slave’s butt now ……..thwack, thwack, thwack……. slave soon lost count, but she knew it was well deserved. Tears were running down her face by the time Master had finished.

“Now what do u say, slave?”

The words “Thank you, Master” came out between the sobs. “Now, have you learned your lesson slave?”

“Yes Master”.

“So, you will not disobey me again, will you slave?”

“No Master”.

“you may kneel slave and then undress me!”

“Yes Master”.

“But, you mustn’t use your hands slave”.

she begins by starting to undo his shirt with her teeth. Slowly undoing each button at a time. slave could smell his body odor driving her on. Taking each button, one by one, was driving her wild. she could feel the wetness between her legs.

When the shirt was undone, she went around to his back and tugged at his collar with her teeth until still she managed to take it off. It landed by her feet on the floor. slave moves slowly to the front of his trousers, undoing his button. her teeth tugging at his zipper. her nostrils filled with his scent even more. her eyes locked onto the bulging in his pants. tuzla escort His trousers begin slip down his legs. He then sits on the edge of his bed, and she finishes pulling them off. she lays them next to his shirt. she tries to pull each sock off one at a time. her nose wrinkles a bit. Master’s been wearing his socks allllll day!

He stands again, so she could pull his pants down. He’s grinning. “Now, kneel my dear slave!”

He’s still grinning. she kneels quickly, eyes lowered, her hands behind her head. Her legs slightly parted.

He orders her to open them wider. He slips his hand between, feeling the wetness building up. “Mmmmmm …. you’re wet i see.” He places his fingers between her lips. she waits for his permission, then licks and sucks his fingers clean.

He walks to where his toys are kept. Returning behind her, he places a blind fold over her eyes and ties it tightly…. she can hear him move away. Her body quivers as she breathes deeply, waiting for what was to happen next. She hears him move something, and then attaching her leash, he says to get on all fours again.

He instructs her to follow him (which she does). She can tell that he has taken her back to her cell. She’s told to not move, and hears him walk back into the other room. He’s moving things around, and then. . . it goes quiet. She moved slightly as her arms grew tired. THWACK! Shit, she thinks to herself! “I told you not to move!” “Am sorry Master . . . ” He picks up the lead, and leads her back to where he told her to kneel. She felt the hate harness going onto her body.

He tells her to open her mouth. She does, and he tightens the gag. He tells her to get up and then leads her to his bed. But . . . it felt different! He had taken the mattress off! He pushed her down on to it telling her to spread herself open wide, and she obeys him. She feels him chaining the cuffs to leg of the bed. She tries to move, every so slightly. “No good my slave. You’re bound.” His hand runs over her body. She hears him move away from the bed, and then return. He places an ice cube between her legs and let it run over my naked mound. She quivers, trying to move away from it, moaning behind the gag. “Are you enjoying this my slave?”

She feels him slide the ice cube into her cunt, then another follows it. God, does that hurt, she thinks! But, she was enjoying it still, as he began running his hands over her nipples, lowering his mouth to them, sucking, then pinching them between his fingers. She could feel them getting hard as he teased them. He takes another ice cube, running it up and down her spine. Pressing it between each vertebrae. As it melts she can feel the water run over her sides, and between her legs, as it melted. Master leans down and licks the sweet nectar between his slaves legs. And, then he straddles her.

She could feel his heavy breathing against her skin. He touched her breasts, then pulled each to either side. “So i can pendik escort see your nipples,” she hears him say. He slaps each one, and she moans still feeling the wet cold on them. She moans again, feeling they will burst!

He removes the gag and slowly takes the blind fold off. He releases the ties that held her cuffs.

“Now slave, stand before me!”

She gets off the bed, standing naked before her Master. He places clamps on each nipple, lightly tugging at them. She pulls a face, as he adds a small weight on each one, the gravity calling them to pull and stretch.

Taking a silk cord, he begins binding her breasts. Her nipples become engorged, and her aureoles are stretched to twice their normal size. Her body trembles w/ her breasts bound and her nipples stretched.

He then passes her the new toy. Her eyes go wide as he hands her a large dildo! He instructs her to spread her legs so he can view her now dripping pussy.

He orders her to use it while he sits back and watches. She feels immense pressure on her tits, the weights of the clamps, pulling at her, yet her body begins to move as she slides the eight-inch black-dildo inside herself.

“You know what to do, slave . . . ”

She feels it enter her body, and slowly glides it back and forth between her wet pussy lips. He tells her to push it deeper inside. To go all the way. She hears a slight murmur escape her lips …”Mmmmmmmmm . . . . . “

The ribbed upper ridge of the dido tickles her swollen clit as she thrusts it faster inside. She leans forward, and groans in sheer ecstasy. “Master, please may i cum?”

“No, not yet . . . “

While she continues to slide the dildo in and out, Master sits down in a chair. “You slut,” she hears him say! Her legs begin to quiver; her breath becomes quick and ragged. “Master, pleaseeeee, may i cum?”

“No,” he says.

She feels droplets of sweat sliding down her back, down her face, her throat. “STOP!” “Remove it and lick it clean!”

Slave stops, slides the dildo from her pussy, and licks it clean of her juice.

He orders her to crawl to him, and pulls her head down, to his crotch. She knows what she’s to do. Her lips encase his manhood; she kisses it slowly between her hips. Slowly sucking, licking, manipulating it, she feels it grow hard in her mouth, against her lips, against her tongue. Her tongue toils with it. Leaving it hot and wet. She tries hard to coax and love his manhood to the point of needing to release it seed.

Suddenly, he pulls her collar, driving his cock deeper into the back of her throat. She gags slightly, but, he holds her there. “Do you job, slave!”

She hears him moan, and his cock swells even larger. “Don’t you DARE not swallow it all, my slave! If you don’t, you’ll be tied up for the night!”

Suddenly, she feels his warm seed trickle down her throat. She eagerly swallows. “Thaaaat’s right, my slave. Now, lick me clean.”

He pulls his cock from her mouth. Her tongue works around his manhood, licking and cleaning. She hears him moan as he strokes her hair.

“Well done,” he says smiling down at her. Gripping her hair, he pulls her away from him, and orders her to follow him back to the cell.

Her clit was wanted to be pleasured but she knew it would be a long time before it would feel any released.

Author’s Note: Thanks to CarrotsGoMeow for editing and proofreading suggestions.

In the depths of sleep I found myself lying on the white beach as the black tide roared, staring up at the empty sky. The one eyed Arab came to stand over me, that evil grin somehow even wider upon his vile face.

“Your first venture was a success beyond my wildest dreams,” the Arab said. “You have brought me a true beauty, many thanks my friend.”

I was too weak to curse the fiend for having stolen my will and turned me into a monster. I vaguely remembered that I had to do this 3 more times. My soul despaired but I was powerless as the Arab gave me my next instructions.

“I require a woman of breeding and lineage,” the Arab said. “My masters enjoy taming women of power and privilege, especially the women of this arrogant country. I had hoped to claim a female of your line for this. But all fate has left the Inkwells with is a wretch like you. Find me a suitable beauty to pair with the exotic wonder you have just brought me.”

“It will be done,” I said. I could no longer separate my own will from that of whatever entity had invaded me.

The Arab nodded and the beach slowly faded away as I was sent back to the waking nightmare that was my life.

I awoke at dusk the next day, feeling a thousand years old. I staggered from my bed and made my way to the west wing, hoping that this was all a nightmare, or at the very least that I still had a chance to rescue the woman I had so cruelly taken.

But my hopes were dashed on both accounts. Great Aunt Agatha’s room was as clean and fresh as it had been the night before, and now empty. I could still faintly smell the fragrance of Merilyn’s hair in the room.

I wanted to wail, to scream at the universe for having trapped me in such a cruel reality. But the walk to the west wing had taken all the strength I had. I collapsed on the bed and passed out, wondering what new terrors I would visit upon Waitwich that night.

I was outside again, waiting for the carriage to carry me to my fell task. I loved the feel of the sharp autumn wind as power coursed through me. The carriage pulled up and waited for me to board. It looked more like the shadow of a carriage than the actual thing. The driver was a shape in the vague form of a man. Even the horses resembled smoke more than flesh, with wild red eyes that regarded me with unnatural intelligence. The most bizarre thing about it was that the whole thing was as quiet as a whisper, in direct conflict with the unholy din it raised the night before.

I tekirdağ escort climbed in, finding the medical bag waiting for me once again. Once I was inside the carriage tore off, producing the same infernal cacophony it had the night before. The only difference was this time I enjoyed it.

We made our way through Waitwich to a different part of town. We moved among the mansions and stately homes of the great and the good in the northern section of Waitwich. I grew worried as we hurtled through the neighborhoods of the wealthy, but as before, no one saw us and no one came out.

We came to rest at the gates of a great red mansion. The locals called it The Big Red House and its occupants were the family that had overtaken mine as the most prominent family of Waitwich. Without the entity even telling me, I knew where we were. This was the Dunsmore estate, home to the lovely and high spirited Gretchen Dunsmore.

Images of Gretchen flashed through my mind. I saw a tall, pale beauty with curly red hair and cool blue eyes. She was in a club of some sort casually smoking while a group of young men strove to impress her. I saw her wandering the streets of cities all over the world, from New York to Hong Kong.

My father once hoped to have her marry me, but her own father put a stop to that. The man always indulged his daughter and now she was a wilful and unmarried woman of 27. I would enjoy giving her the discipline and control she so desperately needed.

I exited the carriage with my medical bag in hand. I darted quickly to the walls of the estate and vaulted over them with ease. I felt more powerful than I had the night before, more in control. I crossed the grounds of the estate in moments and stole into the house when the front door magically opened for me. It was like the physical world was an extension of my mind and all things were possible. I was thrilled and terrified by this prospect.

I looked around the mansion, seeing art and artifacts from all over the world. I smiled behind the mask, savoring the fact that soon Gretchen would be like these possessions, merely a symbol of another’s wealth and power. I stole up the staircase to the second floor, where I slipped through a pair of double doors at the center of the hall and found myself in Gretchen’s room.

Unlike Merilyn’s room, Gretchen’s was filled with the hallmarks of decadent wealth. I enjoyed the smell of expensive perfume and flowers as I perused Gretchen’s collection of goods from all over the world. tokat escort A cigarette case from Egypt, a vanity mirror from Paris, and in her desk a silver plated revolver from Berlin. I smiled at the gun, enjoying the fact that the fine weapon would do her no good this night. I wasn’t even sure I could be hurt by mortal weapons, but I was in no hurry to find out. I placed the gun back in the drawer and set about my deviant task.

I stood beside her bed and studied her. She slept on sheets of golden satin, the covers tossed wildly about her. Her red hair formed a fiery halo around her delicate, pale features. Her silk nightgown was thin and sheer, allowing me to see her hard pink nipples and her dark red pubic hair.

I sat my bag down and opened it, taking out a bundle of red rope. I had no need for the clear bottle any more, I could now extend my will and use it to quell Gretchen’s with ease. I lay the red rope on the bed and as I had with Merilyn, I tore her nightgown off her, revealing her nude, alabaster form.

I favored a box tie this time, using the red rope to tightly bind Gretchen’s wrists to the opposite elbow. I then anchored her bound arms to her body by running rope from her crossed forearms over her shoulders and between her breasts before going back around to her forearms just below her breasts.

I then ran another rope from between her breasts to between her legs, before pulling it tightly between the lips of her sex and the crack of her pert bottom to be secured to her bound arms.

I then crossed her ankles and bound them, followed by gathering up her red hair and binding it to her ankles as tightly as I could, once again putting my prize in a tight bow.

Lastly I dug deep in my bag and produced a number of scarves. I wadded them all up and stuffed them deep in Gretchen’s red lipped mouth, one after another. When it seemed like she could take no more, I stuffed one more in before sealing her lips with two more scarves tied over her mouth, the top one fittingly being bright red.

Satisfied with my work, I reached out with my mind and touched Gretchen’s bringing her back into the real world. At first she was confused, but then she realized she was nude and bound and she began struggling vigorously.

As with Merilyn, all her struggles did nothing but provide a show for me. I wanted this more than anything, I loved the idea of Gretchen being in the very seat of her wealth and power and being completely at my mercy.

Pretty soon she tired, her sweat trabzon escort soaking her expensive sheets. She breathed heavily as she stared at me with angry eyes. Whenever I moved, the anger was replaced by fear as she never took her eyes off my masked visage. I climbed on the bed with her, prompting a renewed vigor in her fruitless struggles. Despite my power over her at that moment, I did nothing but run my gloved hands along her warm skin, enjoying the feel of muscle as she struggled against her bondage.

I wanted to stay that way forever, but I knew it was time for me to head back to Inkwell Manor to turn over my latest prize. I once again reached into her mind and put her to sleep. While there I was delighted to learn that the crotch rope had aroused her terribly and she had been on the brink of an unwanted orgasm. Her responsiveness to bondage would be a boon for her new life.

I closed my bag and scooped up my prize. I felt a new power within me, and without knowing what was happening, I became a shadow. Darkness enveloped me and I was carried at an unnatural speed to my carriage. One second I was in Gretchen Dunsmore’s bedroom, the next I was in the back of the carriage, with my bag at my feet and Gretchen laying in the seat across from me.

The carriage was moving at its customary breakneck pace when I awoke Gretchen from her enforced slumber. She struggled a little but mostly lay still. I smiled behind the mask, knowing it was because the crotch rope did its work too well. So she tried not to move, her soft moans and muffled gasps music to my ears.

Once back at Inkwell Manor I took her to the basement. I knew that was where she was meant to go. Unlike Great Aunt Agatha’s room, the basement was just as dusty and dirty as ever. A space had been cleared, and a metal pole had been driven into the concrete floor. Attached to the pole was a series of shackles.

With my bare hands I snapped the ropes binding Gretchen as if they were made of wet paper. All save the crotch rope, which I tied tightly around her waist, driving it even deeper inside of her if that was possible. She tried to struggle once free, but all I had to do was reach inside her mind and paralyze her. Her eyes widened in surprise and fear as her limbs refused to obey her orders. The massive gag stayed in her mouth as I secured old rusty shackles to her ankles and wrists.

Once she was chained, I allowed her use of her limbs. She tugged tentatively at the shackles but the repeated demonstrations of my power had quelled her fighting spirit. Satisfied, I went upstairs to make sure the door was open and then went to bed.

Once in my bedroom I felt a weariness that was beyond description. I did not know the last time I had eaten but I knew that I could not keep down food were I to try. I fell into bed, both dreading and anticipating my next night’s adventure, the only sustenance I seemed to need.

Introduction: This chapter is the fourth part of the series: The Chronicles Of Madhuri. It is followed by the previous three chapters before this, if you’re still to go through it, I’ll request you to have a read. Happy reading.

Quick Recap: Shekhar is on an all time low in his academics. His mother, Vani, goes concerned, for she comprehends how ghastly the septic effect of her kid’s academics drop can be on his future. She calls for aid, in her best friend, who is also her heteroflexible partner, Madhuri. Madhuri, being an extremely scholarly and incredibly desirable woman, doesn’t require any foolhardy quest to get the job done.

Madhuri speeds through and is quick to bring Shekhar under her thumb. She is a senior college professor, with her roots in Shekhar’s department of education. Madhuri enslaves Shekhar, with the primary aim to tutor him, and help him grow academically. She takes every harsh, strict, mean step to get her job done. Currently Shekhar is about to live some days under the same roof as his mistress, and we’ll see how badly/well his days pass. This part will also deal with Madhuri’s career progress as an educator. We’ll find out more now.

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SHEKHAR

Life of mine had been moving uphill as Madhuri Aunty’s strict charge over me continued. I was hovering around the pinnacle of self confidence. However the pinnacle height didn’t take long to be scaled and touched the ground as soon as her; Madhuri Aunty’s, presence came around. This defined too much, if not all of my newly built perspectives. The swift improvement that I had experienced in that last month under Madhuri Aunty’s thumb was staggering as much as surprising. If I were to imagine myself in the normal setting a month back, the kind of academic improvements I’d seen, wouldn’t have been in place then. However the reality was jolly different.

In hindsight should Madhuri Aunty continue with what she was doing, I’d be able to abolish my old and rotted persona that was seen by people and develop a new and furnished personality. My response patterns would be more natural and scholarly, but that would be left for my craft to do. My job was only to follow orders as I had been doing, and suffer the consequences subsequently, and more importantly wait for things to fall in place which was ofcourse going to be costly.

To go back a month, Madhuri Aunty was nothing more than a childhood crush and my mom’s best friend, but the present date said otherwise. I used to only see her in uncomfortable situations in my dreams, but the reality then was quite variant. Before a month my head was only imagining her without clothes, but after a month I didn’t have to imagine as my eyes had seen her in nude for quite a lot of time, if not always, not to mention for different purposes altogether. Some would contemplate it to be a dream come true which in a way it was, but it was rather never without a cost.

When I call Madhuri Aunty the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, I certainly don’t follow a hyperbolic route since I mean it, entirely. She was my guardian angel, the one that had all of the beauty, elegance, wings, but only a thick whip for a magic wand. The last replaced feature was crisscrossing negativity for positivity and vice versa, as the need had arisen. Madhuri Aunty, in the time under her, had made me see what I could never imagine; she was a woman of high discipline requirements, and that’s how asked of me to comply with her. Should I fall short of her stated line of requirements, I got punished. It was solely administered by her with nothing but crude strictness and with an aim to hurt me badly. Whips, flog, belt, birch, I’d taken them all in the course, not to mention the casually raining hands of hers to slap me on diminutive-displeasing acts of mine. My mistress on a multiple but countable occasions had got me to taste cocks as well, cocks of her lovers who’d drop in to fuck her given her highly sexual requirements. She was bold, beautiful, strict, but all in all angelic.

The demonic angel as she was, was slept next to me, with I, clutched as a pillow in her arms. Madhuri Aunty was scarcely clothed with her T-shirt and panty shorts at her bottom. I had opened up my eyes, but with Madhuri Aunty’s arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist, I was hardly in any state to move myself. As much as sensual, it was a restraining cuddle. To add to my inability, I also had a collar with leash tied around my neck, and to the bed post, which too wouldn’t let me move. As immovable as I was, took one glance at her face, and her striking beauty had a hypnotic effect on me. My heartbeats reacted to it. My hand, in the cuddly pose, was laid upon Madhuri Aunty’s butt, like she had positioned it before dozing off last night. The heavenly warmth of her big and near 40 inch butt through her beige boy shorts was being felt on by my palm.

There were very less feelings as hot and compelling as that. I give my word düzce escort for it. Madhuri Aunty was rather giving in this sort. In this month as a slave to her, amid the preposterous suffering and merciless acts, she had always made sure I was rewarded and never left the scene being negatively introspective or with anything that damages my self esteem, I was only inferior to her and no one else, that’s something I’d taken from those acts of slavery. This motivates me more to keep my owner happy by being a good subject of her. I had learnt to love to keep her satisfied.

While I was reminiscing, Madhuri Aunty’s eyes started to open up slowly. She saw me awake and quickly smiled and caressed my head. It felt good, and I smiled back.

“Good morning Aunty.” I bid her respectfully.

“Good morning son. How did my son sleep for the first in his owner’s bed?” Her tone was still all the more domineering despite the morning voice.

“It was good Aunty. Thank you.” I answered.

“If it was good, I suppose you slept well too, didn’t you?” Her tone got more blunt.

“I did Aunty. Certainly.” I answered.

“How come then the unworthy slave as you is still in bed? Have you no shame to get up and start serving me?” Her taunts were thrown beastly at me. “One thing I shall make clear son, once you get done with every assigned chore, and you find me lying peacefully or sitting tending to any work, the first thing for you to do is place your head between my legs or my buttocks, whatever position you find me in. For as our days will press on under one roof, the sweet hole between my legs will be your happy place.” I glanced in her eyes while still starting at her, and one can tell how horrifically serious Madhuri Aunty was.

“Since this was ordered for the first, I’d not whip you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not going to be punished. From the second I finish talking till I’m not back in the evening, you have to lose your human self and be a stray dog. You walk that way, talk that way, I mean bark” she smiled dominantly, “and even sit or stand that way. C’mon make a sound to tell me you understood.” Madhuri Aunty said like a juggler with a pet.

“Woooohhhhhffff Woooohhhhhffff.” I barked.

“Oh that’s like a good boy.” She caressed my hair.

“Now I’m running a few seconds late, offer me your peehole of mouth, tongue servicing won’t find time for now, perhaps later. Get going pet.” She moved herself and sat at the edge of the bed. Madhuri Aunty slid her shorts down till her thighs to expose her dark pussy. I took a right angle glance and fit my mouth at her urethra, letting the sweet odor of her vagina slip in my nostrils.

She angled well, sighed; and with a tight back of the neck grab, let go of all her morning golden shower in my mouth. She gasped heavily feeling it. The unpleasant disgust ingrained in me, cropped more. Madhuri Aunty ruffled in my hair once more to admire my service and stood up to slip in the bathroom. She unhooked the leash off my collar before leaving.

As naked I was, took my position on hands and knees, and walked on as ordered by my owner. I broomed the house with the usual difficulty, and did my best to clean every corner. I had only started to think if I am to go to the garden or not in the present pet state, when the stairs were being descended down by my very angelic mistress.

Madhuri Aunty walked down looking as graceful and top tier stylish. She had worn a teal blue printed kurta paired with matching leggings and heels to radiate a modern aura. The pink solid dupatta draped from her left brushed along all her left side, from top to bottom, and looked to only hint at brushing the ground while it didn’t. The three-quarter sleeves of the kameez helped her flabby but hot arms a good show, and the flared hem showcased all her majestic curves stylishly. Madhuri Aunty’s hair was dropping on her shoulders, and her simple drop earrings accentuated her facial feature in a strange elegance.

These were mere hints of her sexuality, except the ever present split in a mainstream kameez clothe, and the ones in hers, gave no hint but the very explicit view of her to-die-for thick thighs clad in the leggings. The last feature was only in meagre emphasis, and to put to perspective in the entirety, Madhuri Aunty appeared simple and ravishingly elegant; casual yet hot! There was something about this woman so indistinct that it only blows your head with countless fantasies. The alluring perfume she had worn cried for attention and certainly got that in abundance. I was in a world of delight as she walked and halted beside me.

I took to her heels covered feet to start worshipping them like her bitchy pet. I had put in some big pecks when Madhuri Aunty said, “okay that’s enough.” The sharpness of her accent put me to rest and attention yet again.

“Now” she started while still holding her ground, and I looked at her in an instance, edirne escort “how this day has started for you son doesn’t need to be reasoned with, one thing for you to comprehend is you’ve to stay a pet for the coming hours. I knew you’re entangled around as if to go outside or not, I’d not want you to do it son. The house door shall not be opened until I arrive in the evening.” She was as slow and detailing as a jazz chorus.

“Moreover” she added with authority, “every walk you take, every sound you make, every thought you get, even your studies after chores, all of them should be exercised like a pet, and not a slave. I assure you son it concludes as soon as I’ve set my feet back and ordered you to get normal, but in the meantime, I trust you to do it as I’ve asked from you. Won’t you do it for me son?” Madhuri Aunty asked me sweetly.

“Wooohhhhhfffff. Wooohhhhhhfffff.” I gave my answer nodding.

“Good boy.” She said rubbing my cheeks, and looking in my eyes, added, “If and only if you think you’d get away with anything against, you shall think again son. For there is no CCTV surveilling around you, but your dear eyes will be all the more wiser once I’ve started to interrogate after being back. And let me just clear this for you, they don’t lie son. I think you get all of it now.” She looked at me, made a face, and added, “Oh, but how would I know unless I’ve heard it from you.” Madhuri Aunty smiled and asked, “Did you understand son?”

“Wooohhhffffff. Woooohhhhhffff.” I barked looking at her.

“Uh-oh that doesn’t sound very assuring son.” She remarked.

“Woooohhhhhhhhffff. Woooohhhhhffff.” I barked with more noise.

“Oh, you can do better. Assure me better c’mon.” Madhuri Aunty said.

“Wooooooooohhhhhhhhfffffffff. Wooooooooohhhhfffffff.” The sound of my shrill bark would’ve easily run through half of her mansion.

“That’s like a good boy.” Madhuri Aunty ran her hand through my hair. It felt singularly rewarding if anything. The pet vibe had then been accepted by my subconscious. Madhuri Aunty did it, and I worshipped her feet once more. “I’ll see you in the evening my good boy. Good luck.” She bent over to kiss me on my forehead and lips, and the air from her mouth on my face drove me crazy as she caressed my cheeks too. Madhuri Aunty walked past me, and with the unintended sway of her big bottom through the kameez and leggings, saw her way down the hall and out of the house. Her car engine turned on. It wasn’t long when the sound faded. I was left alone now for the rest of the day.

As pet like I was, headed on to tend to the other chores too. That included washing clothes of hers and mine, meanwhile using hands to clean her cum stained panties. The strategic ploy of Madhuri Aunty in luring me from servitude to slavery to then domesticating me as a pet, fell to place in the entirety and so smoothly. Such a tactician she was.

My day was proving to be ghastly long, after the walk on my hands and knees to get to every chore, was in 3x time than usual. From what I’d experienced by then, I couldn’t tell even if anything was unprecedented on the basis of my knowledge, since Madhuri Aunty had put me through to everything bad already. After a few hours of cleaning every room of the house, I initiated to get to studying. I walked as the bitch I was made by Madhuri Aunty. Reaching the room, I was about to leave the pose absentmindedly, and my head instantly went back to what she said about studying like this too.

I climbed up the bed with difficulty and took the position again to study. The surprise in the first twenty or so minutes was splendid, because I was able to comprehend every word regardless of the doggy pose, this could be given to the perpetuity of the activity however it didn’t stop me from feeling good about myself. I was growing academically. I didn’t have any heavens to thank, but just one person, Madhuri Aunty.

BRIANO82

Madhuri got to the university to start her day’s work. The changing ownership was aiding to her situation more. Mr. Aditya Trilok, who was the exact guy Madhuri had shared a night with, also the very guy whose meat and seeds were unwillingly tasted by poor Shekhar, was now taking hold of a quarter shares of the university board. Shares whose quarter owners were only two, and the rest of the investors shared what was left from the half. This put him in a position to have a word heard and acknowledged.

As soon as Madhuri had set her feet in the staff room, with the very joyful eyes which were no stranger to her, some new stares were also put on her then. The new glances gave away a lot of envy and glare in them. Before, Mr. Trilok’s close association with Madhuri was only in theory, however after everyone’s attending together the party the previous night, which was to welcome the new shareholder, things were clear like a mirror. Everyone knew Madhuri will be backed by the new elazığ escort owner. Making a meal of the mixed reactions, Madhuri’s footsteps remained every bit determined and full of composure.

Past the three important wooden paneled cabins, she reached to the one down the corridor, one which was glass paneled and a singular one too. Her assistant Shraddha, a girl in her mid twenties, rose to bid her boss. Madhuri smiled at her to bid her back and entered in. Her cabin was large sized, with the photo of her husband in the walls to the left and beside it another of her entire family with both her children. The wall on the right had all the dozens of accolades and certificates she was a recipient of in her career, which if anything iterated the reason of her sitting there. Madhuri deserves prominence.

She sat in the comfortable chair, and making use of all the leg space in the modesty panel, crossed her legs on one another beneath the kameez and started to open up files on the top of her desk. There were a few of them piled up, and before she was to take her first hand, Shraddha came in from the door. The shorty assistant of Madhuri looked walking in with something to inform.

“Ma’am, Mr. Kaur, Mrs. Awasthy and Mr. Ansari were here earlier for a word, but after not finding you here, they left without any.” Shraddha detailed her through the unexpected guests from the morning.

“And what do you think that word was?” Madhuri asked.

“I can’t say for sure ma’am, the lady among them held a file in her hand, which was a quotation or looked like a list of something. That’s what I’m hearing from the whispers around.”

“That’s a good bit of information there.” Madhuri spoke with clearance, and said, “would you be a lamb and get me more of it?”

“Ofcourse ma’am” Shraddha spoke vehemently. Shraddha was always up for espionage, if it was for helping Madhuri in her job.

“Do you have something more to say?” Madhuri asked as she seemed Shraddha wasn’t done.

“Yes ma’am. A bunch of students, all girls, from the sixth semester IT department were here too. They represent the college basketball team. They looked for you, but not finding you here, they rerouted themselves back too.” Shraddha said.

“Okay. Do you know of their profiles?” Madhuri asked her assistant.

“I fear I don’t.”

“Then we’d have to wait whether they shall come back. Anything more?”

“Yes ma’am. When should I rearrange the meeting with the three of them? Before leaving they did ask to have them sent a word after you’re back.”

“I don’t think it’ll be today, and if by any chance they have seen me already, tell them I couldn’t make time today. Maybe tomorrow.” Madhuri was a liar and a productive one for her own sake.

“Ofcourse ma’am. Tell me if you need anything more, I’m right outside.”

“Sure love.” They shared a smile, and Madhuri looked on to get to her work again.

Mr. Parmeet Kaur, Mrs. Nehal Awasthy and Mr. Zainab Ansari were the infamous three Musketeers of the campus. All the three individuals had a great job in their hands handed by the administration; look for a worthy candidate for the next principal’s seat because the current boss had already given his resignation and was waiting to leave the office until a replacement was found; and as the perils of bureaucracy go, the one younger and with added flair obliges to be given all the acknowledgement to be pushed down from their podium, and quickly.

They were surely there for the same purpose earlier, and as far as Madhuri, she had never been worried by their antics, for the first opportunity she got to secure her position, she had already taken it with both her hands, by fucking one of the two largest stakeholders. The amiability both Madhuri and Aditya shared in bed and outside of it had only pushed her candidacy a mile ahead.

The other quarter of shares alongside Aditya Trilok were acquired by Mr. Govind Ahluwalia, who was a PhD in accounting and a self made millionaire, and a very honorable man. He and Madhuri never shared a bad relationship per se, but as the words on the grapevine said, Mr. Ahluwalia was going to give his candidate in the form of Mr. Zainab Ansari, one of the musketeers to have visited before in her absence. That meant what Madhuri dealt with there was objectively internal.

Madhuri knew of her lead in the race, but she also knew it would never take long for tables to turn on its head, and whatever she was aspiring to do to assure her future, needed to be done really quickly. She would have to make use of her time very smartly, and however hyperlinked things were to be connected, they needed to be executed even faster.

Madhuri and Aditya, the previous night, had come to a move, and this was the time for Madhuri to practice it. She rang the buzzer to call for Shraddha. Her shorty assistant slipped in her boss’s cabin, and shut the door behind her.

“Pussycat, I’d want you to do one thing.” Madhuri said sounding casual.

“Ofcourse ma’am.” Before Shraddha was an employee to Madhuri, she might’ve had a varying vocabulary, but after being employed by Madhuri, Ofcourse was her new frequently used word, for as passionate as she was, her trust in Madhuri was monumental that’s why she didn’t need a varying vocabulary with her boss.

Fucking Deadlines! I had been working on this project since William assigned it to me two months ago and had made only marginal headway and the due date was three weeks away. I work from home; less distractions than the normal office setting, and it allows me the opportunity to work odd hours when inspiration strikes.

This morning, William called.

“How is the tracking software project coming along?” he asked without any small talk.

“It is coming along but I won’t be able to make the due date, I’ll need at least another 2 months to get it working,” I replied with as little emotion as possible.

“Do you understand the concept of deadlines? I need to see what you done so far, mind if I drop by after work tonight to get a real view of the project?” he queried.

I had met William twice before. He was a consultant on two of my previous projects and provided good insight however as project manager he was quite overbearing. He was not able to make realistic timelines when discussing projects with clients.

I wasn’t enthused about him coming to my house, but at least it was on my ground and not his.

“Fine but if you are coming bring me at least a good coffee. I’ll expect you at 4:30 or 5.” I hung up before he could respond.

I spent the rest of the day prepping to brief him then closed my laptop. I stepped into the shower and washed tried to wash off the stress of the day. Since I work from home, I normally only shave my legs every two weeks, so I specially shaved them. I towelled off and did my make up, again, not something I normally do day to day.

I slipped on a nice black thong with red roses on it and some peak-a-boo lace; my most comfortable pair of underwear. Putting on the matching bra I admired my good-sized breasts knowing that the cleavage put the men I worked with at on edge.

I put on a pair of tan nylons with the black seem running up the back. They were my favorite and I had a feeling William was a leg man. I figured I could distract him if needed. I clipped them into the matching garter belt.

I pulled on a red tartaned knee length skirt and a black sleeveless button up top, making sure to keep an extra button undone to put William on edge. Finishing the outfit was my favorite 7 inch red stilettos.

I walked downstairs and was setting up my laptop and some printouts on the table when the doorbell rang. He was early.

I straightened my skirt and shirt, inspecting myself in the mirrored coat closet at the entrance before I opened the door.

“William, good to see you,” I said courteously.

He was still in his work clothes, albeit without a tie. He was wearing tan slacks and a pink button-down dress shirt with a grey sports jacket. He kept his hair short but was what you could describe as “Dad-handsome”; a bit soft but still fit.

“Julie, good to see you again,” he said extending the coffee, “shall we get to work?”

I led him to the dining room and invited him to sit.

“Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?” I asked politely playing the role of a wholesome host since he brought me a coffee but nothing for himself.

“I could go for a scotch if you have any,” he asked. I nodded.

I let him peruse the papers on the table while I poured the golden liquid over a couple cubes of ice and poured some Irish cream into my coffee.

I handed him the drink and sat down at the head of the table while he sat next to me around the corner. I couldn’t help noticing how his gaze constantly fell to my cleavage and I was glad I was distracting him.

I started briefing him on the project and the troubles I was having. He sipped his scotch and nodded in what I assumed was acquiescence of my troubles; then I realised he nodded whenever I leaned in… he just trying to getter a better view of my cleavage!

“So, as I said, I need erzurum escort at least another two months,” I concluded.

“Unacceptable! By now you should be in the Beta phase of the project. Maybe letting you work from home was a bad idea. Maybe too many distractions…” he replied quite tersely.

“Distractions like you looking down my top?” I interjected, “Don’t think I didn’t notice!”

“No, I didn’t even notice your cleavage,” the redness spreading on his face said otherwise.

“Maybe I need to report you to HR.” I replied, “I’m sure they would love to nail you to wall!”

“Please no, I, ughhh, have already been on report once. I can’t afford another one,” he pleaded.

Talking with the other women in the office had given me enough information to get him fired for inappropriate behaviour. He was… hands on, you could say, with some of the interns and trainees.

“Maybe I should punish you instead?” I said standing up.

Leaning on the table I looked him in the eye, “If you do what I say, I won’t report you; you pause or refuse…” I left the sentence open allowing it to sink in.

I walked over to the window and closed the blinds.

“Stand up, take your clothes off!” I ordered.

His mouth opened and he stuttered to get something out before standing up. He undid his belt and his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He was wearing tight boxer briefs which were containing an impressive bulging package. He undid his shirt and draped it over the chair in front of him.

He stood there quietly looking at me.

“All of your clothes!” I again repeated, “That is one delay!”

He reached down and pulled his socks off then lowered and stepped out of his boxers. He cupped his cock and balls, hiding them from me.

“Follow me,” I stated dryly.

I led him into the living room and told him to sit down directing him to come upstairs when I tell him too.

I climbed the stairs glancing back. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him staring at my ass as I went up. I realised that I had him where I wanted. It had been a couple of months since I broke up with my girlfriend and it had been at least a year since I had been with a man. I needed some physicality.

I went into the guest room which doubled as my “playroom”. I removed the skirt, top, thong and bra. I opened my closet and found my favorite leather corset. It enhanced my cleavage and was strappy at the bottom. I secured it on and looked in the mirror; I could already feel the wetness developing between my legs.

I reached into the closet and brought out a leather bikini brief with the center zipper and pulled it on. I also pulled out of the closet my toy box. Rummaging through, I found my leather flogger. It was still soft and supple as I slapped my hand with it.

“Come here Boy!” I yelled.

I could hear his steps slowly coming up the stairs. He arrived at the door and saw me standing there in my leather outfit, stockinged legs and stilettos. His mouth started moving like a fish in the water.

“Come in and stand there!” I said pointing the corner of the room. He obeyed and walked slowly to the corner and turned to face me. His hand still hiding his package.

“Here are the rules,” I said walking slowly towards him, my stilettos clicking on the wood floor, “I get to do what I want, you get to do what I tell you.” I ran the end of the flogger along his jaw line.

“You hesitate, you get the flogger. You hesitate more afterward; you get the riding crop. If you are lucky, you get the paddle. Now get your hands away from your tiny cock!” I said confidently knowing it would hit his psyche.

He dropped his hands and gave me my first real look at his manhood. His penis was already starting to twitch from the blood rushing eskişehir escort in. It wasn’t the biggest I’ve had but was impressive none the less. He took care of himself too, shaving his balls and trimming the rest of his pubic hair.

I grabbed his head and forced him down onto his knees.

I turned and walked the wing backed chair in the opposite corner and sat down crossing my legs slowly.

“Come here and clean my shoes,” I ordered. He began to stand up, “Crawl boy!”

He crawled over to my and started to rub my shoes with his hands.

“With your tongue!” I clarified to which he started to lick them. I could tell he would be good at licking my pussy by the strength and movements of his tongue.

He slowly curled his tongue around the red heal, licking it slowly but keeping his eyes down, almost averting his gaze. Working up to the body of the shoe he took long strokes down to the toe.

“Look at me when you clean!” I commanded.

He gazed up, his blue eyes looking helpless in this situation. I could see every time he snuck a peak lower to my corset and even to my leather briefs. The power was making my mound wetter by the minute.

Feeling he had enough with my left foot I pushed him back with the toe and crossed my other leg over, having him repeat the cleaning on my right.

“Do you like working for me; for my pleasure?” I asked coyly.

“Yes, Julie,” he responded.

Feeling the power made me decide to take this to another level.

“That’s Ma’am or mistress, when we are in here! Do you understand!” I said with a raised voice.

“Yes Ma’am,” he responded.

“Get on the bed on all fours,” I ordered.

He quickly got up and moved to the bed. I went into my box of toys and got my favorite restraint; a spreader bar that I could strap his wrists and legs to.

I quickly moved to position the cuffs; he pulled away. Down came the flogger onto his ass.

“Mmm,” he moaned, apparently enjoying the contact.

“Don’t move; else you get the riding crop!” I reminded him.

I positioned the cuffs and the leg straps then attached them the spreader bar forcing his ass higher in the air.

I maneuvered my body onto the pillow in front of him, placing my moist crotch in front of his face. I reached down and pulled the zipper between my legs exposing my moist slit.

“I don’t know if you deserve to taste this pussy!” I exclaimed noticing how his eyes were drawn to my shaved glistening hole.

I dipped my fingers in and drew them to my mouth tasting my sweet juices. His cock was fully erect, and I could tell he was wanting relief.

I decided to extend this torture and slapped his face while saying, “Not yet, you haven’t proven yourself worthy of cumming.”

I got off the bed and went back to my bin of toys, finding a moderately sized metal butt plug. Knowing that I had the lube in the nights stand, I strolled over fondling my favorite toy. He had a look of fear on his eyes.

I held it in front of his face, “You know what this is don’t you?”

“Yes mistress,” he nodded, “you aren’t going to use this on me, are you?”

I paused and brought the flogger down on his ass again. How dare he imply what I should or should not do.

I opened the drawer and pulled out the lube, coated the butt plug then proceeded to squirt the cold liquid down his ass crack.

He was shaking, but I was unsure if it was out of fear, anticipation or the temperature of the lube.

I slowly began to massage his asshole, gently probing a finger or two to judge his tightness and to spread the lube in a bit more.

“Ugggghhh,” he moaned as my finger entered his hole up to the knuckles. His muscles clenched but then relaxed as I found the softness of his prostrate gaziantep escort and began to massage it lightly. His breathing quickened as I felt his body began to tense up. I didn’t want him to climax, so withdrew my fingers.

I traced his spine with the plug before positioning the tip at the edge of his asshole and began to apply pressure.

He moaned as the sphincter expanded and swallowed the plug.

“That’s a good boy,” I said moving my hand down to his balls, giving them a quick massage.

“Do you like the plug being in your ass? You like me having the control don’t you!” I said with a laugh.

“Yesss Mistress,” He answered, a quick learner.

I decided I should reward him with some pleasure and returned to the pillow. I spread my pussy lips with my right hand and grabbed the back of his head with my right.

“You will make me cum with your tongue. Won’t you?” I asked with a smirk.

“I’ll try mistress.” He answered, as I forced his head into my wet pussy.

He began to suck my clit, flicking it with his tongue while sucking. I began to tremble, feeling my month-long pent-up orgasm building. He moved his mouth lower, darting his tongue between my folds, I could feel my juices mixing with his saliva running down my ass.

He moaned; the vibration hitting my clit in the right spot and sending a torrential squirt onto his face, the bed and my legs.

“Lick it up; look what you made me do,” I commanded him.

He licked my legs and pubic area clean before I stood up and went back to the toy box.

I realised that I needed to feel more power as I found a strap-on double sided dildo that I hadn’t used in a while.

I slipped it into my wet hole and secured it with the briefs supporting straps. I squirted some lube onto it and walked behind William who was still distracted licking up my squirt.

I slapped his ass as I got onto the bed. I reached between ass cheeks and grasped the butt plug and pulled it out slowly.

“MMMM,” he moaned in apparent pleasure.

“Keep cleaning,” I commanded, discarding the butt plug onto the floor.

I grasped the base of the strap on and guided it to his asshole.

“Relax now… this will be fun,” I noted with a laugh and pushed the dildo into the gapped asshole.

“Ugggghhhhhh,” he muttered as the length entered him. The resistance pushed the dildo into my slit too and I struggled not to moan to loud.

I continued to pump it in and out, feeling another orgasm building. I reached around him and grasped his cock. I could feel it twitching wanting to release the built-up tension.

“You want to come don’t you boy?” I asked.

“Yeesssssss,” came the response.

I felt my orgasm building more and pulled the dildo out of both of us quickly.

I wanted to feel and taste his ejaculation so positioned myself under his cock.

Taking it into my mouth, I massaged his balls with my left hand and stroked my throbbing pussy with my right. I could feel his balls draw up and his cock stiffen as he let loose with the largest orgasm I had ever felt or swallowed. At the same time my body stiffened and yet another stream was propelled out of my slit onto the floor.

I crawled out from under him and laid spent for a few minutes.

“Please Mistress, let me out of the restraints?” he pleaded.

I undid the straps and stood up.

“Clean up the room, there is a towel in the bathroom down the hall. And take a shower too. Meet me downstairs when you are done,” I commented.

I left the room and had a shower and put on a thong and matching bra. Covering up with a house coat, I descended the stairs all while making sure my bra was visible between the folds.

William was already downstairs putting on his shoes, his jaw dropped when he saw me.

“I’ll see you in next weekend for another update. The due date is extended a month,” he said with a smile.

“Sounds good to me. I expect you will be pleased by my advancement,” I smiled back and leading him to the door.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and slapped his ass on his way out the door.

I think our next meeting might be just as interesting.

The booth. We’d talked about it and joked about it. We even called it his “cage”. He hated it and yet spent every day there, in a dull job, doing dull things and waiting on dull people. I had teased him mercilessly while he was in there, forcing him to wait on customers with raging erections, even gotten him so aroused that he had willingly come in his pants and had to sit there, the rest of the day, with that sticky, cooling reminder of what I could do. And now…here it was.

He had no idea I was in town. I hadn’t mentioned it because I relished the element of surprise and felt excited about seeing his expression. I wondered, though, if he would even recognize me out of my “context”, so to speak. Living, breathing, touching and feeling as opposed to sitting behind a computer screen and consisting of words and static images. Getting the address for his work had been a bitch without tipping off him or his fiancé, but I’d managed to remember the street he’d answered with when I called him one time, and gone from there.

I adjusted my blouse carefully before I crossed the street. Just for him, because I knew his preference for large breasts, I had chosen the lowest cut blouse I owned and the bra I liked to call my Incredibra. It made my breasts look at least a whole cup size bigger and when you’re already a D, that’s saying something. I looked like I might explode out of the shirt if I just took a big enough breath.

I crossed the street, glancing at the traffic, and tried to time my arrival just as a rush of customers was finishing up, knowing he’d likely be too harried to notice my presence. I slid into the short line behind the last of them, a large man blocking my view of the booth, but also blocking me from sight which upped my surprise quotient considerably. As I moved closer, I peeked around the man’s arm, and I could see his laptop sitting on the counter inside of the booth. I was sure he was eager to get back to whatever it was he was doing in there, and it amused me to think that he might be looking for me to log online and wondering where I was.

I neared the little window and watched his tired but patient expression as he finished with the man in front of me. He sounded bored, but polite, just doing his job and managing not to scream. Well, I hoped to brighten his day.

As the man in front of me moved, I stepped forward and reached up to place one hand against the glass, bowing my body in toward the window and practically pressing my breasts into it. I watched his gaze settle there for a moment and then slowly move up to my eyes, surprise and question in the gaze as he realized something familiar about my face, but I knew he still couldn’t quite place me.

I ducked my head and spoke casually toward the little speaker.

“I know this is self-serve, but I was wondering if I could possibly convince you to fill me up?”

His eyes widened and I knew he’d put the voice and face together with what I’d said and come up with the right conclusion. He grinned, nervous and excited and gestured to the side door. I languidly pushed away from the glass and strolled over, smiling by now, myself.

“I’m not supposed to let you in, ” he told me as he opened the door and I moved to lean against the frame. He seemed nervous, one hand still hanging onto the door, his body angled slightly behind it almost as if he was going to use it for protection if I got too close. There was an excitement there, too, though, at the thought of my rushing him. We’d shared fantasies about this booth and I could just imagine his cock starting to harden as they flashed through his mind.

“So what the hell are you doing here?”he demanded, with a note of delight in his voice.

“Oh, I had to come to town for a wedding. No big deal. I thought I’d stop by and see you. Aren’t you glad to see me, or should I just split? I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I left it hanging, almost certain he’d jump in with a protest. Sure enough, he did.

“No, no! You’re not going to come all this way and not stay to see me,” he practically shouted it, stepping backwards and ushering me into the booth with him, shutting the door. Something in his subconscious must have kicked in, because I heard a lock click into place as well. I glanced around the parking lot, noting the absence of customers, and thinking that I should act quickly if I really didn’t want to get him into trouble. I took a moment, though, to let my gaze sweep over the little cubicle of space, my attention falling on the corner where his laptop lay. A faint smile twitched at my lips.

“Is that the corner, then? The one where no one can see you and you can rub your cock while you read my stories and talk to me online?” The smile turned to a grin as he nodded and I walked towards it, leaning forward to look at what he had open on his laptop and simultaneously affording him a spectacular view of my ass. I could almost feel the weight of his gaze on me as I tapped on the keyboard, prolonging the moment. “Well, if it’s really muğla escort going to get you into trouble for me to be here, how about this…I’ll just sit down here on the floor and hide out while we talk. You can sit here and pretend like you’re working on your computer or something.”

Before he could protest or pick apart the flaws in this plan, I dropped down to my knees and scooted back up under the counter, smiling up at him with cheerful ease. He stood there a moment, staring down at me with mild apprehension and yet, I could almost see his cock stirring in his pants. He knew this fantasy. He knew what was coming. I continued to casually lean there, smiling up at him, my expression innocent, but I knew that the light of mischief was dancing in my eyes. I let the smile bleed away slightly.

“Sit,” that one word held all of the quiet, dark command of my voice, and he heard it, because he jumped slightly and now I definitely could see the outline of his cock against the fabric.

Quickly, he moved to stand near the computer, but still far enough out that he could look down at me. I idly leaned forward, slipping both hands up his left calf, resting my chin just above his knee.

“So…has it been a busy day for you? Lots of customers?”

The tone was idle, conversational, and I continued to look up at him as my hands stroked along the back of his calf, fingertips gently brushing the back of his knee. He mumbled something about the day not being very strenuous for him, never taking his gaze off of me. I heard a voice at the window and he jerked his head up, moving toward the window to wait on the customer. I smiled to myself, admiring the close up view of his crotch, the slight bulge in the front of his pants. It wasn’t long before he came back and leaned against the countertop there again.

This time he leaned back slightly while we made smalltalk, the entire time my hands stroked higher and higher, switching legs every once in a while. I worked my hands slowly up along his inner thighs, leaning in a bit further, my head between them. By now he was shivering every time my hands crept higher, his gaze fixed upon my lips as I spoke, watching them move. I knew he was imagining them wrapped around his cock, which was hard beneath the fabric. Again, though, we were interrupted by someone at the window.

He moved to the window again, this time with some difficulty, having to arrange himself surreptitiously as he moved to speak to the woman who was waiting. I leaned out, very quickly, and spotted the customer: a tall, busty blonde with a pouty, glossed mouth. I ducked back under the counter before she could see me, but I knew he had seen me looking. She seemed to be taking quite a while, too, being chatty and friendly as well as wanting to buy some cigarettes. I took advantage of it, knowing that in his aroused state he would be watching the woman’s mouth and breasts, and slipped over in front of him. He shifted as he felt the touch of my leg alongside his, and practically squirmed as I touched his fly. I heard him continue to speak in a politely controlled voice as I flipped the button loose and lowered the zip, but his feet were shifting against the floor. I could see that his cock was pressed hard against the fabric now, practically leaping out of the opening as I parted the zip.

The woman finally left and he stepped back, looking down at me with wide eyes, one hand moving to his pants.

“She could have seen – “

I reached out and grabbed the front of his pants, yanking his hips forward hard, feeling the fabric give slightly beneath the tug as a few seam threads popped loose. His abdomen banged against the counter and he yelped softly, cutting off his protest mid-sentence. I slid my hand down into the fly of his pants, into his boxers, immediately moving to cup his balls and tighten my fingers around his scrotum very slightly.

“Quiet. So what if she had seen? You know, in your heart, that what I’m going to do would be worth it. Now shut up and stand there like a good boy…you might get another customer and you wouldn’t want to give away what a little slut you really are, would you?”

He fell silent at that, and I knew another car had driven up and someone else had approached the booth. I let him concentrate on the small rush of people, as much as he could, while I slipped his cock out of his pants. It almost sprang forward, jutting out toward me, and I slid the waistband of his boxers down beneath his balls so that I would have a lovely view of everything. He was hard and pink, but I knew I could do better. I wanted him to be gritting his teeth and trying not to thrust forward, making up excuses for curious customers.

I listened to him speak in his half-shout toward the window and he still sounded controlled, though perhaps his voice was a slightly higher pitch than normal. I began to concentrate on what was before me, circling his cock with my fingers and pressing it up, out ordu escort of the way, while my other hand slipped beneath his scrotum. I moved my hand against his balls, rolling them beneath the skin, testing the weight of them against my palm. I pulled them forward slightly, making a gentle ring around the top of his scrotum with my fingers, stroking slowly downward, not tugging, just gently stroking the soft skin. I felt his cock twitch in my hand, his balls jerk upward against my fingers. I simply continued to stroke downward, moving my touch between his testicles, feeling each of them independantly, rolling each of them against the skin. I could hear him trying to control his breathing and explaining to a customer that it was just very hot inside of the booth and that’s why he was so flushed.

He started to draw back from the counter as the last customer left, but I heard another car approaching and another, and I laughed softly, knowing he could hear me in the close, warm air that pressed filled the booth like a tangible thing. I continued to stroke his scrotum with a feather touch as he waited for the customers to finish filling their cars and approach the booth, his cage in truth now, where he was pinned with a most dangerous sexual predator, it seemed. As the first customer came forward, I leaned forward as well, exchanging my tongue for my fingers, lapping across his balls while I pressed his cock up against his abdomen. I slid my other hand forward beneath his scrotum and between his legs, teasing the skin just behind his balls with two fingertips , pressing gently but firmly. I felt his knees quake and for the first time his hips jerked forward, but I simply continued to lick across his balls, taking them into my mouth, rolling them against my tongue. I moaned softly, letting the sound travel across my lips and tongue, through my cheeks, knowing he would feel every vibration.

The words he spoke started to sound short, sped up, as if he were eager to get each customer away as quickly as possible. But each one seemed to take longer, want more, ask for more. Until finally…one, a young female voice, asked for help pumping gas. I laughed softly as he fell silent, trembling, and looked at his cock, leaking precome steadily. Very gently, I slipped it back into his pants and rezipped him, but the bulge was huge, evident, like someone had slipped a foreign object into his trousers. I slid back into that concealed corner as he stepped away, casting me a glance that was mingled aggravation and lust, heading outside to help the customer. I heard soft chatter that continued a moment, then fell short, and I knew she had spotted his erection. I imagined her standing there, staring at the bulge as he worked to cover it while preparing the pump. In my mind she was young, nubile, large breasted and redheaded with a mouth that looked like it was made for sucking cock. I couldn’t stop myself from slipping a hand down beneath my skirt as I pictured the scene, wondering at his embarrassment and if he would come back with an even harder cock.

In a matter of moments he returned and I smiled at him, thinking he must have worked very quickly indeed. He had left the girl to finish the pumping herself after he started her, and so I let him watch me rub myself as he stood near the door, my fingers slipping in and out beneath the black silk of my panties, glossy with moisture. I slipped the fabric to the side, spreading the lips of my pussy, sliding my fingers in and out, slick and fast while he watched, his breath coming fast, his hand in his pocket, of all places. There was a knock at the window, but he didn’t look up, and I continued to tease myself. Another knock and a call, but he only blinked, not noticing until the woman banged again, sounding irritated as she yelled this time, and he tore his gaze away, moving to take her money. I remained quietly in the corner, my legs sprawled out, languidly fucking myself with my fingers.

The rushed stopped for now, he quickly moved over to the counter, his gaze riveted on me again. I watched his eyes flick back and forth between my face and my hand, and so I let my head tip back as I gasped and moaned my pleasure, eyes falling closed. I leaned back against the wall, drawing one leg up, spreading myself further, stroking my hard clit, my free hand coming up to cup my breasts through the fabric. I cried out softly, rocking my hips against the touch, and my eyes opened slightly to see him rubbing himself furtively through his pocket, unable to take his cock out because I was occupying his little “stealth” corner. I dropped my chin down, leveling my gaze at him as I continued to pleasure myself.

“I’m going to come…but don’t you dare. I have other plans for you. Keep your hand off of the head of that luscious cock, too,” I managed to gasp out the words just before my orgasm overtook me. I tried to keep my cries of pleasure quiet, but I felt glad that no more customers had driven up as I gasped and osmaniye escort moaned, my body shivering beneath my own touch. He stared at me and I heard a soft, pleading moan as he stroked his shaft, and I knew he wanted so badly to come, to rub the head of his cock. I also knew his boxers would be damp with precome, probably soaked through, and I loved the idea.

I relaxed back against the wall, enjoying the lovely come down from my own orgasm, enjoying the soft sounds of his inarticulate pleading. I looked up, meeting his gaze, desperate and hungry, and slowly licked and sucked each one of my fingers clean, savoring the soft, sweet taste of my own body. When I was done, I smiled slowly at him.

“Now…go stand at the window again and don’t move. I want you to be able to help customers while I play with you. After all…I wouldn’t want you to lose your job simply because you weren’t being attentive enough.”

He gave me a long, searching look and then rose, moving to stand in front of the window again, watching for customers. As I slid back in front of him, my eyes resting on the bulging crotch of his pants, I sincerely hoped we’d get a few more people through, because watching him try so hard to act normally was just too entertaining.

As he stood there, watching the lot with trepidation, I again worked his fly open and freed his cock and balls, exposing them to my sight and touch again. He trembled and arched forward, able to give in to that urge since he wasn’t under customer scrutiny, and it caused me to chuckle darkly. He moaned at the sound of my laughter, a pleading tone.

“Spread your legs slightly, darling…just slightly,” I leaned forward and whispered the words against his cock and he almost yelped at the sudden touch, unable to prepare for it since I was out of sight. I slipped my hand down between his legs again, gently beginning to tease his ass with my fingertips, still slick from my slow licking of them. I used my free hand to press his cock up against his abdomen again, my palm rubbing against the underside of the shaft, thumb pressing into the frenulum. He gripped the edge of the counter, as if hanging on for dear life, tipping his head back to groan in frustration and pleasure. Then I heard the now familiar sound of rolling tires as another car pulled up, the clunk of the door as the driver got out to pump gas. With some difficulty, he got himself back under control, staring straight ahead, but I could hear soft little whimpers from behind sealed lips.

I decided to up the ante a bit as he dealt with the customer, and leaned in to press my lips to the base of his cock as I palmed his balls, my fingertips toying with his ass. I opened my mouth there, gently sucking on the skin, even nipping very gently. He gasped, open mouthed, and then quickly responded to the man approaching the glass. His tone sounded curt, clipped with irritation, and I wondered if the man was offended. My mind didn’t dwell long on the thought, though, as I began to move my lips slowly up his cock, my lips parting against his skin so that I could snake my tongue out to follow their path with languorous licks. My free hand slipped around his cock, thumb and middle finger circling around the base and letting his cock drop forward, standing straight out like it normally did. I smiled to myself, listening to him try to engage in normal conversation while I toyed with him, my lips so close to his rigid cock, watching it drip with precome.

I felt him thrust forward as I released his cock to begin unbuttoning my blouse, moving into the air, seeking the touch of my hand, my mouth, anything that would satisfy that aching need in his balls. But he found nothing, and I heard him whimper softly, too softly to carry to the man on the other side of the glass. As he finished the transaction he grew very still, waiting…possibly dreading and yet longing for what would come next. I didn’t intend to disappoint him. Once my shirt was open, I leaned in to claim his cock again, hearing a soft cry from him, I assumed out of the relief that his aching cock was in contact with my body. I know he expected me to take him in my mouth, but instead I leaned in and carefully slid the head of his cock along my breasts, rubbing the slickness of his precome between them. I pressed my breasts around him, then, sliding his cock into my cleavage, cupping my hand beneath his balls. That was all the encouragement he needed to begin begin slowly fucking the soft skin beneath his cock, the pace increasing as I didn’t make any move to stop him, as I whispered soft encouragement clearly heard in the tiny booth.

I watched his hips moving, his cock pumping forward between my breasts, each movement delivering stimulation to the head of his cock that I had forbidden him to touch. I watched him tremble, growing harder, almost impossibly large, and I could feel his balls drawing up away from my hand. I knew he was ready to come…but I wasn’t ready to let him. Thankfully, I heard yet another car pull in and he had to stop jerking his hips forward lest he be seen fucking the seemingly empty countertop. As he watched the newest arrival go about the gassing of their car, I slipped away from him, sliding his cock out from between my breasts. He gasped as, again, his cock was left hard, bereft, touching nothing to give him any relief at all.