So I work for Jay’s Moving Company and Storage Company. I’ve been with this job for roughly a year now and I have to say that there couldn’t be a better job for a struggling college student. Jay pays me $15 an hour with all of the back breaking, muscle bending work that I can handle. I’m Court. Well Court for short, my full name is Courtney Mitchell.

Courtney is definitely a female’s name if that’s what you’re thinking, and what’s worse, I’m a 6’2″ thinner white guy. (I know… I know! Most people think I’m black when I tell them my name is Courtney on the phone, and then when they see me, it’s a whole different story! But that’s for another story!) Mom named me that, and I’m accustomed to it now.

BACK to my story!

I was out on a call with Jay, who happens to be my uncle, and we were moving a family of 3 with a dog out of an apartment and into a towne house after the woman divorced her husband and took him for everything he had! (I hate the justice system!) The mother and her two rug rats, thirteen (male) and nineteen (female) were bringing all of the little boxes to the door when Jay and I pulled up. We had a whole lot of work on our hands, but we were determined to get it done in one day! There’s way too much money to be made else where to take our time on any one job.

The boy was strong for his age and was carrying things with me while Jay mustered all of the bigger things that he could carry by himself. The nineteen year old was nothing but a huge pain in my ass! I’ll get to her in a few minutes. …And there was the MILF of a mother that was a huge bitch too, so I can see where the nineteen year old got it.

“Don’t Drop That Mirror!” chirped the stuck up little bitch. “It’s worth more than you’ll ever amount to!”

I had picked it up from the rest of the three pieced wardrobe.

“Did you hear me dude?” louder still…

“And if you say it again, I’m going to give you something to shove in your cock sucker!”

“Uh,” she huffed, “I’m going to have your job!”

“Ha. Listen tramp, Kick Rocks! I got this shit! Unless you’d like me to shove the mirror, dresser and all up your powdered pink little ass, I’d get lost!”

Now I’m not a tough guy, I’m actually a lover, not a fighter, but she was about to have it coming to her! I guess she got upset and went to tell her mother and Jay, because she disappeared for a good half hour; in which time, I got most of the things that I needed to get onto the truck into place so we could leave.

Jay and I fully finished packing and we were headed out of the door in less time than we thought we were and we made it to the new property in less than two hours.

Now I know Jay, and I know how much he likes to be done with moving jobs as soon as possible after we get paid, so I respect his wishes normally but today, I think I was going to take a little extra time after we were done to show my little friend a thing or two on obeying and erzurum escort respecting her elders, and obeying authorities in her life. And little did I know things were going to unfold a little better than I thought they were!

We unloaded the truck in less time than it took to pack things and the girl walked up to me with this huge ‘shit-eating grin’ on her face when things were totally unpacked.

“We got off on the wrong foot. My name is Monica, and I am so sorry about the attitude and the way I treated you earlier. My parents have been at each other’s throats and I’ve been stressing about their divorce more than they have because of the way my brother and I have been treated in the whole proceeding. On top of everything else, “Aunt Flow” is in town and it seems like she won’t leave! So I’ve been taking things out on everyone lately, and it’s not yours, or anyone’s fault for that matter. Will you accept my apology?”

Monica was a great deal shorter than me and she had a body to die for. She was in a tiny black tank top and a push up bra that had her stunning C cup breasts spilling out of it. She had thick muscular meaty thighs and calves, and even in her flip flops, her little round ass was bubbled out in the short shorts that she had on. Succulent red lips, beautiful flowing chestnut hair, and emerald green eyes with freckles that littered her face, neck, and shoulders stood out as she stared into my eyes, and it was hard not to take her apology seriously.

“Well? Can you forgive me for disrespecting you?” Monica asked when I didn’t answer quickly enough with her smile slowly fading.

“Well I don’t normally keep grudges, as that’s not how I am, but the next time you decide to “get in someone’s ass” about a mirror or anything else stupid like that, think twice, would ya?” I said sarcastically as I unloaded the last little box from the truck and started down the lift ramp on the back.

Jay walked up to me and grabbed the box from my hands and with that he turned to take it into the house. “Twenty-five minutes, I need to wrap things up with this lady, and we need to get back on the road.” He said as he walked away.

“Now what are you going to carry?” she asked.

I looked around and when I noticed that there was nothing else, and I was sure of it, I picked her up and carried her into the house, up both flights of steps and to the room that we were putting all of her things into. It was a dark and drab room in the attic and there was an old beat up couch still left from the previous tenants and I gently sat her down onto it.

Our eyes locked when I let go of her and set her on the couch, and butterflies fluttered between the two of us as I leaned in and kissed her glistening silky lips.

She smelled of “Sweet Pea” perfume by Victoria Secrets and her lips tasted of Tootsie Rolls. My skin flashed hot and my body temperature eskişehir escort sky rocketed to unparallel heights. This girl didn’t stand a chance from that moment on!

I ripped her shirt up and over her head exposing her C cup bra clad chest, and the black lace bra that she had on was exposing her nipples. I dug both hands behind either side of her back, yanking the clasps open and pulling her bra over her arms so her voluptuous tits spilled out into the cool air.
“Hey, take it…”

“Shh! Just enjoy the ride!” I cut her off sharply.

With that, I kissed her harshly, smashing her lips against mine and I reached down with my hand and grabbed a hand full of her left tit and squeezed. As I did that, I bit down onto her bottom lip and pinched her nipple at the same time. She gasped and moaned as her back arched from the couch to meet the abuse that was being administered.

When I stopped biting her lip, I sucked it hard into my mouth and took the hand that was on her firm tit and now protruding nipple, and I slapped it onto her pussy, cupping a full hand of meat and I squeezed it and pinched at it also. I knew I was hitting a particular button and wasn’t hurting her because she was starting to soak through the skin tight leggings that she had on and both of her nipples were standing fully erect as if they were little soldiers. Her eyes were also closed and every time I touched her, she moaned, gasped, or made some type of noise.

Now naked from the waist up, I had to finish the job on my newly found friend Monica or else, I was going to lose her attention. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of the leggings and snatched them and her panties down at the same time. Her rose was gorgeous, with a little clit that was so hard and engorged that it almost looked like a little cock poking out from between her lips.

I knelt down beside her and swung her legs around so one was on either side of me and I smashed my face into her pussy. I licked and bit both of her lips harshly. I sucked each lip into my mouth, one at a time and sucked her clit into my mouth, biting her little clit over and over again.

All I could hear was Monica moaning; and when I looked up from my abuse on her fat juicy cunny, I could see her pinching and pulling on her nipples. I reached up and slapped her hand away from her left tit and with my index and middle finger; I pinched her nipple and rolled it in between my two fingers as hard as I could. While I was doing that, I went back to my work on her pussy.

After about five more minutes of my assault on her nipple, her nubbin, and flower peddles, as her nectar ran down her legs and ass crack, Monica pushed my face away and begged, “Put it in me, hurry, we don’t have much more time.”

She had a point, but I was about tired of this little tramp telling me what to do, and bossing me around, so I figured I would gaziantep escort show this little bitch who the boss really was. I flipped her over in one smooth motion and stood up to drop my pants because my monster was roaring to be let from his cage.

As she was already bent over, it was easy to slide my thick pink hammer into her snatch and when I did, I had no mercy. I pushed into her hard, and went deeper than I thought I would go.

I grabbed a hold of her thick meaty hips and pushed for all it was worth. She moaned as her body reacted and jerked back into me over and over again as I pulled her body into mine. “Keep your mouth shut bitch, I make the rules! Understand me?”

She choked out, “OK,” as I pounded my cock into her tight cunny.

For the next couple of minutes, all you could hear echoing off of the walls was the steady ‘fap-fap-fap’ of her fat little ass slamming into my hips and the slapping of my hand off of either ass cheek as I continued fucking this little slut for all she was worth. I couldn’t get enough of her warm wet gushy pussy. I was sliding in and out of her with ease because she was so incredibly wet. She was so wet that I could feel tiny droplets of her juices splashing off of me.

“Mmmmm Daddy, Keep Fucking Me!” she gasped out as I started approaching my finish.

I grabbed her throat with my left hand and her right tit with my right hand and squeezed both for dear life as I continued pounding into her. I was so close and I wanted to deposit my seed into this fertile ground. Or should I deposit it all over her back? Or maybe in her mouth… there were so many choices!

About ten strokes later, I WAS THERE, and I wanted to show this bitch who her Daddy really was! “Get Up Bitch!” I said pulling out of her wet pussy. She obediently got up and turned to face me and knelt down in front of me before I could even tell her what I wanted. So I gave her what she wanted and I stroked harder and faster as my orgasm burned like fire through my cock. I shook my cock like a can of soda and exploded like Mount Saint Helen! I sprayed rope after rope all over her pretty little face and into the awaiting mouth that she had wide open for me, and she swallowed every drop and took her fingers and cleaned up the rest, licking what was left off of her fingers.

“Will I ever see you again?” Monica asked as I started pulling myself together and putting my spent hammer back into the drawers.

“Probably not baby… but every time you look at yourself in that mirror that you bitched about, remember the moving company that moved you! Better yet, remember the mover named Courtney that fucked your brains out after moving that mirror!” I said, and as I did, I kissed her pretty little forehead, picked up her panties; sniffing them, and I walked down the stairs from the attic and went to the truck.

“Where have you been?” Jay asked me.

“The little bitch needed help putting her mirror and dresser put together.”

“Ha, that’s funny… her mom needed help fixing some plumbing in the basement, and I found out personally that she really likes pipes! She had mine in her mouth!”

I sniffed Monica’s panties once more, and they smelled of her sweet pussy and “Sweet Pea’ perfume by Victoria Secrets… Damn they smelled good!

My Master cannot always be with me, but, if he is pleased with me, He leaves me instructions of how to masturbate for Him. He then requests I email Him details of my behaviour. If I have succeeded in obeying, I will be rewarded on His return.

Dear Master,

I had a change in the pattern of my day, which allowed me to come home early and masturbate for You in the way You required.

I chose the two toys, as we discussed earlier. One, the very conventional, almost old-fashioned dildo. It has a semi pointed end and is quite slim. My thumb and finger over lap slightly when I hold it. It is smooth but made of rigid plastic. The other, more realistic in both size and texture. My thumb and finger do not quite meet, and although very firm is it made of softer rubber. I laid these toys on our bed while I prepared myself.

I thought of how I would prepare the body I tend, for Your arrival. I ran a warm scented bath and bathed very carefully. I washed my hair and ensured my body was hair free. I dried and moisturized my skin so that it would smell pleasing and be soft and supply to Your touch. I dried my hair, leaving it down as I know You like it. I could see the toys on the bed as I sat at my dressing table and dried my hair. By this time my body was getting excited, many thoughts and scenarios running through my head, all centring on what would please You most.

I stroked my breasts, cupping and twisting the nipples a little as I pictured You, seated in a chair watching me. I thought of Your voice as You made it clear what a horny little slut Your servant was. Listening to You telling me how well You knew me, that the anticipation of obeying You was exciting me. Hearing my own voice answer You, telling You that,

“Yes Master Your cunt was getting wet, Yes Master Your slut’s nipples were hard and sensitive on this body I cultivate for Your pleasure”

I crawled up the bed, just as I would crawl across the floor to You, Master. I opened my legs so that my calves were almost parallel to my thighs, slightly wider. I could feel the wetness gathering between my pussy lips, the slow anticipation delicious. My face and shoulders were very low, slightly down on my right düzce escort side so I could extend an arm under my body and I began to stroke the length of my cunt lips, teasing, slowly……just as You instructed yesterday. I could feel my juices on my middle finger as I slide it deeper inside and I began to circle my clit. Breathing deeply, eyes closed I thought about doing this as You watched from behind me Master. Knowing that part of me would find it quite humiliating, but also knowing that I would be excited at the prospect of showing You what a little slut I am when in Your company Master.

It would have been easy for me to cum then, I had been thinking about this since we were together last night and had been feeling very horny and excited all day. However that was not what You wanted, and therefore not what I wanted either Master.

I took the slimmer toy and pressed it to my pussy lips, wanted to use my juices to lubricate it. This toy fits comfortably inside of me and I slide it into my wet hole, loving the feel of it. My body posture making it fit tighter and therefore pushing against the sensitive nerve endings that swell on the inside of my cunt. I curved my back, raising my ass, thinking of you watching me Master, silently assessing Your slut.

I then leaned further under myself and removed the dildo from my wet hole and pushed it against my ass hole Master. I do not find anal easy as You know and it took a while for me to relax enough to push the toy firmly inside me. Despite the juices on the shaft it still felt dry and harsh inside me. My inner muscles closing tight around it, making it hard to move at first, trying instinctively to expel it from my body. I could hear myself making small moaning noises as I used it inside me……..thrusting in as far as I could take, and then pulling almost all the way out. Eventually my muscles relaxed and accepted more and more. I pressed deeper each time until the length was in as deep as I could take, barely an inch seemed to be left outside Master. By now my cheeks were flushed, my face buried into the bed covers, a fine film of sweat gathering on my breasts and forehead. I thought edirne escort of the view You would have of Your slaves upturned buttocks Master, spread and separated by the deeply inserted dildo. I could hear Your voice, warning me to take it as deep as I could, to push it further and not disappoint You.

Ensuring the toy stayed firmly in place I took the other and stroked it between my pussy lips. I was still wet, but my juices were not running as freely as before. We have only tried double penetration a few times before and I find it uncomfortable but thrilling none the less. I began to slide the toy into my cunt, feeling it pressurise the toy lodged in my ass hole. The angle of my body seeming to give each toy less room inside me. Just a thin membrane separating them from each other. Holding the butt toy in place I began to masturbate with the other, at first hardly able to push more than an inch inside me, having to work hard, brushing my clit with my thumb as I pushed against the dildo to get me a little more wet. At times I would angle it slightly wrong and would be rewarded with a shape pain as they buffeted against each other.

Master I so wanted You to be there to watch, to see me masturbating as You instructed. As the vaginal toy pushed in, it thrust against the anal plug. Bent almost double I had to push it back in to keep both buried inside me. The double thrusting action was not easy Master and did not bring much pleasure to begin with. My pleasure came from thinking of You watching me, feelings of humiliation mixing with the desperate need to please You. Gaining my pleasure from the hope that You would be enjoying what You saw.

My orgasm was slow to happen Master, it is always that way with anal play when I cannot stimulate my clitoris as much as I like to. My nipples were very hard and I could feel them rubbing against the sheets as I rocked myself onto the two shafts buried deeply inside me.

I eventually began to feel myself building towards my orgasm, the toys moving freely now as my body accepted them more willingly. The stimulation exciting me, as did my thoughts of my Master watching, assessing my elazığ escort behaviour, and hopefully pleased by what he saw

I began to beg, speaking out loud and pleading for Your permission to come. Telling You how much Your whore needed to cum for You. I thought of being able to catch a glimpse of Your face as I did, watching perhaps a wry smile crossing Your lips as You enjoy making me wait. Telling me that the toys needed to be deeper, or thrust harder before I would be allowed to cum. I imagined You counting down from ten, expecting a deep penetrating thrust on each of Your counts, and if You got to zero I would be allowed to orgasm for You.

My body was so excited Master. You could hear the wet sounds of the toys as they moved in and out of my body. Pushing the butt toy so deep I could barely hold it, each thrust making me cry out as it probed as deep as I could.

Counting down in my head I could barely hold myself together. The need to cum was desperate within me now. Thinking of Your voice, stern and commanding, counting down slowly, seeing if I would be weak and cum before You reached zero. The edge of my hand pumping against my clit as I thrust the toy inside me, stimulating it, pushing me towards my orgasm.

As I began to cum I thought of You, behind me now, pushing each toy deep into me and holding it firmly there as I came for You. The driving pain mixed with intense pleasure of my orgasm was amazing. I was literally crying out as each spasm shot through me, Master it was so powerful I could hardly breathe. My internal muscles contracting over and over, clenching each cock buried inside me, I never wanted it to end. Thinking of You the entire time just made it more explosive. Thoughts of You in Your tuxedo, standing behind me, watching intently, it made my body respond so strongly Master

Eventually as the intensity subsided I lay still on the bed, both toys buried onscenely inside me as I panted for breathe. I pictured You, thinking what I would do now if it had been Your cock inside me. I slowly removed the toy in my ass, feeling the muscles cling to it, and then my tight hole gap as I freed it. I then did the same to the shaft inside my pussy. The wet popping noise as I removed it seemed so loud.

Sitting up on my knees I then sucked both toys, tasting myself on each one, eyes closed thinking how grateful I would be if I could be doing this to my Master after he had fucked His slut.

I hope that You were pleased by my efforts for you Master.

Your loving whore, jude

This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 8 Apr 08 — Revised June 09

Chapter 7: Marcia’s Got It

Lady Jennifer flew into her private dining room as she did earlier this morning, but rather than passing through, she went to her seat at the table. Immediately following her from the parlor was Linda, then Marcia. None of these women showed any evidence of the intense sexual release they had all just experienced. The other girls were all ready seated at the table as they were last night. Linda took the seat Lord Jacob had been in at the opposite end of the table from Lady Jennifer, while Marcia sat next to her mom.

As Marcia looked at the girls seated there, she wondered if they could have heard what had just transpired behind that door.

After Lady Jennifer had sat down she said, “Girls. I want you to meet Linda Quillis, and while she could easily pass for Marcia’s older sister, she is in fact her mother.”

“Hi.” Linda said to the assemblage.

“And yes,” Lady Jennifer continued. “She was the woman I know you all heard screaming earlier, not Marcia. Marcia was the one administering the cause of those screams.”

‘Well,’ thought Marcia. ‘At least I don’t have to wonder whether they heard.’

As if on cue, Roberta Gonzales came in pushing a cart piled high with sandwiches. Immediately following her were the other two ladies from last night that assisted her. They had large pitchers of sweet tea in each hand, and began pouring them into glasses in front of the girls. They all were wearing those French maid uniforms that weren’t looking so ridiculous anymore to Marcia. In fact, she was starting to hope she would be in one soon.

Roberta pushed the cart next to Lady Jennifer and told her, “I have tuna on rye, roast beef on sourdough, or turkey on white. Take your pick my Lady.”

“I believe I’ll have the roast beef,” she said as she grabbed one.

Roberta then began pushing the cart back across the table opposite of Marcia, stopping first to Allison Lilly’s left. “What would you like?”

“Tuna for me, thanks,” replied the studious looking girl with curly auburn hair.

“And you?” said Roberta to Sandra Nelson.

“Thank you. That turkey looks real good,” replied the Rubenesque girl with long, wavy blond hair. “It has lots of mayo. Just the way I like it.”

Roberta continued down to the left of Becky Phadt. “What will you have?” she asked.

“I’ll have the tuna,” said the girl with the Middle-East appearance.

“And how about yourself?” she said to Evellyn Robinson.

“I’d like the tuna also,” said the beautiful Nubian princess. “Thank you.”

Roberta then pushed the cart around behind Linda to her left. “So what would you like, Linda?”

Linda got a big smile on her face. “You, of course,” was her reply.

Roberta returned the smile, then leaned down, and kissed Linda with a passionate, yet quick embrace. “So what sandwich would you like?”

“Hmmm,” said Linda. “I was thinking about having tuna also, but there is only one left. I leave it in case someone else wants it. My second choice I think will be… …roast beef.” Which she helped herself to.

“You’re next,” said Roberta to Marcia.

“Do I get a kiss also?” Marcia asked.

“Like mother — like daughter,” replied Roberta with another big smile. She came around her cart and leaned in to kiss Marcia. As she did, Marcia reached up with her left hand to hold Roberta’s head as she kissed her.

She held her there at least 30 seconds, and didn’t let go until she heard, “Oh no, Linda! We’ve created a monster!” Lady Jennifer exclaimed in jest. This actually got a few giggles out of the rest of the girls.

Once she let Roberta stand up, Marcia reached around her and took a sandwich. “I agree with Sandra. That turkey looks great.”

After getting herself back together, Robert continued down to the diminutive girl with long straight black hair, Lisa Green. “And what would you care for?”

“I’ll have the roast beef too, please,” she said. Her hand almost seemed too small to grab such a large sandwich.

“And how about you?” Roberta asked the blond surfer-girl, Alyson Frazier, whom everyone calls Ally.

“I’ll have the last tuna,” she said. “Thank you for leaving it Mrs. Quillis.”

“Call me Linda, Ally,” she replied.

Alyson got a bewildered expression on her face, and when Linda understood why, she said. “Yes, I know your name. I know the names of all of you.” She said this while looking around the table. “I am the one that advised Lady Jennifer to select each of you.”

“In fact, Ally,” Lady Jennifer continued. “The person most responsible for you being accepted into this kingdom is Linda. She has been a long time advocate of atheists and liberals being allowed in. Her very strong belief is that we should not judge people by how they choose to label themselves, particularly when they don’t understand what that label really means. Making a requirement that everyone muğla escort joining us sees him or herself as a Christian and a conservative does not serve our kingdom well.

“Which reminds me.” Lady Jennifer looked towards Linda. “How did everything go with Chris this morning?”

“It went exactly how I thought it would,” Linda began. “Although, Tony almost blew it.”

“I know how you feel,” said Lady Jennifer. “At least he is willing to try. Jacob isn’t sold on this at all. I thought for sure he was going to kick Ally out last night. So you really think Chris will work out?”

“Definitely,” continued Linda. “Tony didn’t push him to renounce liberalism at all. He just laid out the expectations to him, and Chris took hold of them… and me… quite nicely.” They exchanged knowing glances. “Regardless of what he thinks of himself, he’s a wonderful asset to this kingdom.”

This exchange caught Marcia’s attention in a way that surprised her. Who was this man that ‘took hold’ of her mother? …And why did this bother her so much?

“Mistress Jennifer?” said Evellyn.

“Yes dear?” replied Lady Jennifer.

“While we seem to be on the subject, are there any specific requirements to be in this kingdom?” she asked. “Since nothing can be written down, I am a little confused about what is actually required of me.”

“There is only one specific requirement,” she said, “but even that’s not very specific. Simply said, you must be more of an asset to this kingdom than you are a liability.” Lady Jennifer paused for a moment before continuing. “If I were to tell you that you have no say what so ever on whether you are an asset, would you believe that you being one is out of your hands?”

“If I’m required to be an asset, but I can’t determine whether I am one, would that not be self-evident, Mistress Jennifer?” she replied.

“It would be if there was no power in being a submissive,” Lady Jennifer continued. “Not only is it well within your power to comply with the desires of others to be an asset, more importantly, it is also well within your power to convince others what you believe should be your assets.

“There are a couple of key points to consider with this. First, this is not a male/female thing. Men of this kingdom are also required to be an asset, and they too do not get to decide whether or not they are one. I would even say women have an advantage because there is a natural value to being a woman. Men don’t have this. In other words, just being a woman and going with the flow makes you an asset. Men don’t have that option. A man must be a dominant to be of value here, and for a dominant, there is no ‘going with the flow’.”

“The second point is one that liberals get so wrong. They truly see the poor and middle class as powerless, and work so damn hard at convincing all of them of that. Yet in this country… this wonderful and magnificent country… the rich are more at the mercy of the poor than the other way around. There are scores of new wealthy people created every day that got that way by delivering to the poor and middle classes what they desire — rather than just going along with the desires of the wealthy. In the same way, wealthy people are losing that wealth because they are not adapting to the changing economy, and the desires of the majority.

“The same holds true for you. Yes you must conform, but what exactly that conformity is, is within your grasp to influence. Has that made it any clearer?”

“No, Mistress Jennifer,” replied Evellyn. “I want you to understand that I am not trying to complain. I’m willing to conform, but conform to what? I’m the kind of person who likes to plan everything out. Uncertainty really makes me nervous. Don’t you have any advice at all on what I need to be?”

“Not really,” said Lady Jennifer. “We intentionally do not list specific requirements because we want to see what you can think up, so we are not looking for robots. While we want your submission, keep in mind that robots cannot submit because they cannot choose to do so.

“My best advice I can give you is to be attractive. Be the kind of person others are drawn to, and want to be around. Just be beautiful, and you’ll be just fine.”

“Be beautiful, Mistress Jennifer?” This question came from Evellyn’s neighbor, Becky. “Isn’t that awfully shallow?”

“What’s shallow is denigrating the importance of beauty,” replied Lady Jennifer. “Beauty is what makes life worth living. If life were nothing more than a chemical reaction, then beauty would be irrelevant. The liberal mindset that distains beauty denigrates our society. This kingdom, on the other hand, is dedicated to the celebration of it. A very important aspect for you to be an asset to this kingdom is being beautiful, just as men are required to be handsome.

“There are many ways to become more of a liability than asset to this kingdom, and losing your beauty is one of them. Then the next thing to determine is whether you will be held accountable for it. If we believe that you ordu escort allowed yourself to lose your beauty, then you are just kicked out. Since you are all women, you will get your buy out price, which can never be lowered, so don’t worry about that.

“If you’re not held accountable, such as being badly disfigured in a fire, then you’ll become a dependant of the kingdom, much like our children, or say the elderly parents of yours that need to be cared for. As a dependant there are many functions of the kingdom you can participate in, but not any of the members-only-parties or balls where we put on display our liberal sexuality.

“This kingdom is not for everyone, and we will never consider it to be one. If you don’t like it, then start your own. This kingdom requires beauty, and because of it, in the not too distant future, either my husband or myself will be declared too old to be attractive, then we both will be relegated to dependant status.”

“Sounds Harsh,” Allison Lilly said, almost to herself.

“Life’s harsh,” said Lady Jennifer to Allison. “Just like the punishment you will now receive after lunch for not saying Mistress when referencing me.”

She then spoke to everyone, “One of the most important aspects of life that you must come to grips with is that not only is life harsh, but that a great deal of misery has been inflicted on mankind by people trying to deny or avoid this fact.

“I look at most peoples’ attempts to live easy and conflict free lives and I just have to laugh. Look at me. Next month I’ll be sixty years old, and I still have twenty-year-old men desperate to fuck me silly. Do any of you really think I would live a better life if I didn’t have this kingdom demanding that I keep myself sexually attractive? Do you think that if I was told that it’s OK if I didn’t dye my hair, or wear make-up, or stay in shape, or any of the other things people say are nothing but vain activities that I would be happier, or more satisfied with myself? …Hah!

“The day will soon come when twenty-year-old men won’t find me attractive, and I’ll be asked to leave this kingdom. So what? Those demands that are placed on me have not only empowered me to remain physically young, but spiritually young as well. And when I say spiritually young, I don’t mean spiritually immature. As you will one day learn, there is a very wide chasm between these concepts, and it’s the expectations placed on you that will allow you to see the difference.

“So yes this kingdom is harsh… …and it is painful. Yet this harshness and pain allows me to live my life to its fullest, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Mistress Jennifer?” Lisa Green asked,

“Yes Lisa,” she replied.

“Not that I want to, but has anyone else started their own kingdom like this one? I would imagine that people who have been banished would want to. Life in a kingdom like this has its advantages.”

“Several have been tried, but only one has succeeded. The failed ones tried to operate under a more forgiving structure, but they all came apart. The biggest mistake they made was in believing that we were wrong to banish them. They felt this kingdom should have given them a second chance, so they created one that would give people another opportunity. The problem is once you give someone a break for one thing, others start to argue that this other thing should also be forgiven, then the whole thing starts to unravel because you don’t have a principled ideal to rally around. Forgiveness is essential for the Christian faith, but it is a lousy model to base a kingdom on.

“Convincing a person that a single slip up will mean their dismissal is much better for them. It doesn’t allow them to entertain fantasies about how they might be able to get away with unacceptable behavior. It forces them to stay focused on their advancement into enlightened beings, and not backslide, which could evolve into a bad habit.

“The only group that has succeeded in staying together was not made up of banished people. They were people who left our kingdom because they felt we were not strict enough. They look upon themselves as a warrior class, and have modeled themselves on the ancient Spartans. Their original reason to leave as they did was to deal with the supposed Y2K apocalypse. When that didn’t materialize, their fevered delusions found new justifications for their existence in the aftermath of 9/11. They are firmly convinced that the American government will capitulate to the islamo-fascists.

“They are a dark and cruel people whom we look upon as nothing more than a motorcycle gang. They cause us a lot of problems, because many government officials believe we are one and the same. They are not as careful about lying low like we do, and attract way too much attention. One of these days there is going to be a confrontation between them and the law that could lead to some terrible ramifications within our own kingdom.”

In the pause that followed, Sandra Nelson asked, “Mistress Jennifer?”

“Yes Sandra,” osmaniye escort she replied.

“Earlier you said that Master Jacob almost kicked Ally out of the kingdom. Would you have let him?”

After gulping down a mouthful of sandwich, Lady Jennifer said, “Let him?” Then after taking a drink of tea, “Sandra, I don’t know how to make this more clearer to you. Men rule in this kingdom. There is no ‘letting men’ do anything. If he had asked my advice before he had made the decision I would have tried to talk him out of it, but once he makes a decision, that’s it.”

“But Mistress Jennifer…” Sandra continued. “Of course men have strength on their side, but if we women stick together, we can’t be forced to do things we know are wrong.”

Lady Jennifer paused for a few moments to consider where to go with her response. She finally sighed, then said, “I normally would not consider punishing a girl for just expressing her opinion, but that kind of attitude needs to be nipped in the bud. I think you will be joining Miss Lilly over the arm of the couch for a sound spanking.”

Lady Jennifer paused again to think, and then continued, “This is another topic I normally leave until much later, but considering you are about to get punished for it, I think I owe you an attempt at explaining this to you.

“Let me ask you something. If I were to hear about you nagging your husband, and I showed up at your house to administer the kind of belt whipping you’re about to get now, what would be my motivation for doing it?”

Lady Jennifer paused to give Sandra a chance to answer. Her shocked expression from what her near-fate is, seemed to be all that she could deliver right now.

“Do you think I would do it because I am the gender equivalent of an ‘Uncle Tom?'” She paused again, but still nothing. “Do you think I would do it just to sell out my sisters to acquire some special favors from men?” She waited again, but now it now seemed futile to her.

“Let’s try a different tack. Why do women nag their husbands?

This seemed to be something Sandra could respond to. “To get them to do something they want… Mistress Jennifer.”

“Really?” she replied. “I never nag my husband, but I often get exactly what I want. …and a hell of a lot more often than a woman who nags her husband does.

“Let’s try this question. What would you say about the self-esteem of a woman who believes she needs to nag her husband over the self-esteem of someone like me?”

“I believe, Mistress Jennifer, that a woman who nags has low self-esteem,” Sandra replied.

“Very good. Many people think it’s the opposite. Women with low self-esteem either show it, and are doormats, or hide it, and are nags. There are no exceptions. Now the question to ask is, did they have low self-esteem and then they started nagging, or did the nagging bring about the low self-esteem? I would argue for the latter.

“Nagging and low self-esteem is a vicious cycle that is very difficult to break. A woman who nags is someone that is declaring she has no intrinsic value to her husband, so it reinforces a belief in low self-esteem. She does not believe her value to him is high enough to be rewarded with what she believes she deserves. So the next question is why do I have a high self-esteem?”

“I’m not sure exactly, Mistress Jennifer,” Sandra said.

“Let’s look at this from two different perspectives. First, who would you say takes care of their homes better, renters or owners?”

“Owners of course, Mistress Jennifer.”

“Exactly. Everyone is more likely to take care of the things they own and value. So the first step of the process to get a man to treat you the way you want to be treated is to first get him to believe he owns you. Yet the example that Muslims give shows that ownership alone is not enough. Men must also value you, and judging by all of the honor killings committed by Muslims it’s clear they do not value their women. Keep in mind that no Muslim man has ever been killed to protect the honor of a woman.

“This leads to the second perspective, and that is how businesses are ran. If you want to stay in business, do you tell your customers what they should value? Of course not! To be of value to your customers you must provide what they consider to be of value, not what you think. This is the key mistake women make. They know they want their husbands to value them, but they want to dictate what it is their men should value.

“This is probably one of the toughest things for you to grasp. The only way for your husband to value you, is by letting him decide what it is he values. It can’t be done any other way. If what he values is not what you want him to value, too bad. All of the nagging, and crying, and bargaining in the world will never change his mind. Reasoning with him might work, but you need to respect him first, and none of those other behaviors have anything to do with respect.

“Coming back around, when you nag your husband, you are trying to use negative reinforcement to get him to act the way you want. Sometimes this works, which reinforces your foolish belief that this is something you should pursue. Yet you inherently know your husband is not doing what you want because he wants to do it, and this eats away at you. You even start to believe that this is what you need to do to protect or defend your self-esteem, so that is why you nag even more.

This is the start to much more fun, exciting, hot, public adventures with Master. Thank You.

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“Good morning, Sir.” I say as I get into his car and shut the door.

“Good morning, my dear.” He smirks at me.

“I’m so glad to see my Master today.” He puts his hand on my face and pulls me in close kissing me hard. I gasp as our lips meet his tongue moves along with mine.

He lets me go and says, “Sweet, little one…I’m glad to see you too.” I seem to be out of breath from his kiss. He starts up the car and pulls away.

“So, where are you taking me?” I ask as I shiver and grab his arm holding onto it for some warmth.

“Mmm, I’m not going to tell.”

“Aww, I don’t like surprises…kind of. Pleeeeease tell me, Sir.”

“No.” He quickly says keeping his eyes on the road while his hand moves down to my thigh and slowly up my skirt. I shift my body closer to him to give him better reach.

With no panties on he has full and easy access to my pussy…his pussy. His finger finds the opening to my vagina I gasp as he slowly slides two fingers in. “Please tell me where we’re going, Sir.”

“I said, no.” His voice was strict. I really want to know where we’re going so I try a different approach. I place my hand on his lap I could immediately feel his hard cock through his jeans. I slowly move my hand all over his cock also using my nails to trace his shape.

“Pleeeeease, tell me Sir.” His two fingers in my pussy began to go faster and deeper. I let out a moan.

“Do I have to repeat myself!?” I could hear the anger in his voice.

“No, no, Sir. I’m sorry. Ahhh! Okay, okay, please stop.” I place my hand on his and tried to stop his hard thrusts but he’s too strong and that only made it worse and he went faster.

“Remove your hand.” I didn’t want to upset him anymore so I did as I’m told and moved my hands to his arm firmly gripping him tight. “Mmmm, you think you can get me to tell you where we’re going by seducing me and touching my cock?”

Faster he went, “No, no, no, I’m sorry Sir. Ahhh! Please, pleeeease stoooop!” I place my mouth on his should muffling my scream. His fingers came to a stop deep inside my pussy. I was breathing heavy and still gripping onto his arm as we came to a stop at stoplights.

“Look at all of these people.” I opened my eyes and looked out the window at people walking around outside a busy shopping center. “None of them have any idea what I’m doing to you.”

I giggled, “Yeah, they sure don’t.” I seemed to still be out of breath and his fingers were still inside of me. “You amaze me Sir, how you can drive while doing this to me.” The light turned green and we were still on our way to the unknown location. His fingers quickly pulled out of me making me gasp.

“Come closer and over me, undo my pants and bring my cock out.”

“Yes, Sir.” I turned to my side and onto my knees bursa escort placing my hands on his pants then I brought out his cock.

“Would you like to know where we’re going…suck my cock and see if you can get me to tell you.” I licked my lips and wrapped them around his cock immediately sucking his cock down my throat and pulling back up then sucking it back down.

I repeated over and over picking up pace, sucking his cock deep down my throat and pulling out. I was so focused on sucking I forgot to use my tongue so I began to move my tongue around while sucking in his cock fast and deep. He lets out a moan and his hand moves down my back onto my butt and up my skirt finding my clit.

His finger starts working on my clit making me moan while I start sucking his cock even faster. His fingers become too intense that I slow down my sucking and pull his cock all the way out, “Pleeeeease, Sir…where are we going?”

“Mmmm, good girl. But, we’re already here.” I sit up and look out to see us parked outside of a sex store.

“Sir, you’re taking me to my first sex store?” I said in shock.

He looks at me, “Yes…I want you to behave yourself in there. Do you understand me Lauren?”

I giggle. “Yes Sir. What, do you think I’ll be a bad girl for you in public?”

“You better not.” We both get out of the car and I fix my skirt. He comes around and grabs my hand and leads me into the store. I gasp as the first thing I see are giant dildos.

He smirks and we start moving further into the store. There’s one employee at the cash register and I can only see two other men in the store. My eyes move on everything, I could feel my face turning red and I bite my lip to hold in my giggles. I feel like a kid in a candy store everything catches my eye and fascinates me.

“Holy shit! That is a huge buttplug!” I say a bit too loud and immediately could feel eyes on my back and he squeezes my hand.

He leans into my ear and says, “Naughty girl embarrassing her Master…maybe I should buy this buttplug and punish you with it.”

I gasp, “No, no, please don’t Sir.” I wasn’t whispering and I could see a man out of the corner of my eye watching us.

“Yes, I’m going to buy it. Now, grab the buttplug and hold onto it.”

“No.” I pout and look down at my hands too afraid to look at him.

He moves his lips to my ear, “I want you to get on your knees now.”

I turn and look at him, “In here?”

“Yes, on your knees…now.” He demanded. I keep my eyes on his and slowly kneel to the ground. He looks down at me, “You’ve been naughty, what do you say?”

“I’m sorry Sir. I can be a good girl for you.” He smirks and holds out his hand, “Up.” I grab his hand and move back onto my feet. “Now, grab the buttplug.”

I turn my head and look into his eyes and pout, “This one is too big for me. Can you at least buy a smaller one? Pleeeease, çanakkale escort Sir. That’s all I’m asking and I’ll be good for you. This one really scares me.”

“Hmm, that gives me an idea.” We walk over by collars. “I need to buy you a collar. But, you haven’t earned it yet. We are going to buy something today that scares you and will push you to your limits and when I use it on you…you might earn your collar.”

“Oh crap…ok Sir.”

He grabs a black collar and puts it on me, “Perfect fit.” He takes it off then says, “Ok, start looking for something that scares you.” We end up back over by the buttplugs and I pick out one that’s big and has different vibrate settings. We checkout with the collar, buttplug, and lube which he tells me to always keep in my purse. We leave the store and walk across the street to a coffee shop. He’s still holding my hand and leads me to the back into the one person bathroom locking the door behind. I put my purse down, “On your knees.” I get on them immediately and he already has his cock out.

I take ahold of it licking my lips and wrapping them around the head. I slowly suck his cock down my throat twirling my tongue all around. I slowly pull out never taking his cock out of my mouth then sucking it slowly back down going in deeper every time. I repeat over and over until his cock makes me gag I then pick up speed.

He lets out a moan and moves his hands into my hair taking two fists full. He starts taking over pushing my head in hard and pulling my hair bringing my head back out. I have no control anymore so I let my jaw hang open and he goes faster fucking my mouth hard. I place my hands on his thighs, “Keep your hands behind your back.” He quickly says. I do as I’m told but can’t keep them there and they end up moving back to his thighs.

He pulls my head back hard, “Naughty girl.” He turns around and grabs his belt, “Put your hands behind your back.” I obey. He wraps his belt around my wrist and firmly ties them tight. He takes ahold of my hair again I already have my mouth open and ready he shoves his cock down my throat picking up pace fucking my mouth hard.

He moans and says, “Such a naughty girl today. This is what you get for talking too loud in the store.” He slows down taking deep, slow, thrust in my mouth making me gag. At each thrust in he says, “Very. Naughty. Girl. Your. Mouth. Gets. Punished.” He comes to a stop with his cock deep down my throat. “Look at me.” I look up into his eyes. “Did you learn your lesson for talking too loud?”

“Mmm-hmm. Yes Sir.” My words are muffled but he can make it out.

“Good.” He pulls his cock all the way out and I’m out of breath. “Stand up.” I slowly get up and he takes ahold of me bending me cover the counter and lifting up my skirt. “Are you going to be too loud in the bathroom?”

“I might Sir.”

“Are your panties in your purse like I told rize escort you to do?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He grabs my panties out of my purse and puts them in my mouth. I am now tied up and gagged. “This will muffle you but my dear, please try to be quiet.” I shake my head yes. His finger goes down on my pussy finding my opening and goes inside, “Mmm, good girl already wet for her Master to fuck her.”

He places the head of his cock at my opening and slowly goes in making me moan. He holds it in deep and takes a grip on my hips and slowly pulls out his cock but never pulling out all the way. He repeats over and over again going very slow as if he’s teasing me.

“Please go faster Sir.” I try to say through my balled up panties.

“Faster you say?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He laughs, “Be careful what you wish for.” He immediately picks up pace and I’m already regretting what I said. I want to moan loud and scream but I have to hold it back. I’m usually a loud girl in the bedroom so this is very much a challenge for me and all I can do is moan quietly. “Look at me.” He grabs my hair pulling it back hard and lifting up my head to look at him through the mirror. “Do you want me to slow down?”

Two tears fall from my face. “Yes, please Sirrrrr!” I try to put my head back down on the counter but he holds my hair tight and goes even faster. “Noooo!”

“Then beg me to slow down.”

I look into his eyes, “Please, pleeeeeeease, Sir slow down.”

“Not good enough.” His thrusts become deeper.

“Ahhh!”

“I told you not to be loud!” He says and smacks my ass. I hold back my loud moan. I’m still looking into his eyes, “Please Sir. Please Sir. I’ll do anything Sir! Anything for you!” He lets out a moan and I can feel him cum inside of me. His thrust began to slow down a bit and he lets go of my hair. I fall back onto the counter breathing deeply through my panties. “Thank you Sir. Thank you Sir. Can I please cum Sir?”

His thrusts not too fast continue as his hands move around to my chest unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my bra. His hands go underneath and his fingers find my nipples pinching them. I moan, “Can I please cum Sir? Please, Sir?” He fingers pinch and twist them as his thrust continue.

I lift my head up looking at him in the mirror, “Pleeeeease Sir let me cum! Please! Please!” His thrusts get faster as one of his hands lets go of my nipple and wraps around my neck gripping tightly.

His thrust fast and deep, “You may cum.” I cum exactly after he tells me and I keep my moans quiet. He lets go of my neck his hand moves back to my breast both of his hands grasp them as his cock comes to a stop deep inside of me. “Thank you Sir. Thank you.”

He lets go of me and takes the panties out of my mouth I gasp for air. He pulls his cock out of me, “Onto your knees and clean off my cock.” I slowly make my way onto my knees feeling pain from him being rough. I only use my tongue licking all up and down his cock getting up every last drop of our juices and swallowing.

Then my lips go around his head and quickly sucking his cock down my throat using my tongue to lick up anymore juices. I slowly pull out and suck back in deeply swallowing everything. I continue over and over until he says, “Good girl, you can stop now.”

Her stomach was tied up in knots as she drove down the highway to her destination. It was a cross between excitement at doing something new and different and anxiety at doing something she was a little afraid of. It didn’t help that the sky was overcast and threatening to rain. It’s not every day you give complete control over to and trust a new acquaintance whose plans are to tie you up in a hotel room.

She called him to make sure she wouldn’t get lost and he thoughtfully guided her the last few miles to his home. After a quiet arrival and a few niceties to his roommates, they left to go pick up a few needed items and get some dinner. No sense doing this half-prepared or on an empty stomach.

After learning such things as softness and thickness of rope as well as how much length is generally needed for, say a queen-sized bed, she felt less nervous about the whole thing. He was knowledgeable and kindly explained everything he felt she needed to know at the time. The time for surprises would be later.

They laughed over dinner making small talk, avoiding talking about what would go on that evening just to calm her nerves a bit. After an additional coffee run — it was going to be a late night after all — they went to the hotel to check in.

Her eyes opened wide as he slowly unpacked all the items from his special bag onto the table, once they had entered the room and locked the door. Again he took a moment to show her them and answer questions she might have. She found some music that was appropriate for that evening’s “entertainment.” Then proceeded to mentally prepare her to let the night just happen to her and not feel the need to plan or arrange the events of the evening.

She is the type who outwardly is expected to manage tasks and deal with problems, no questions asked. To have to be the one who is not “doing” anything is an odd concept for her. Inwardly, there are days when she just would rather let someone else drive and enjoy the ride that is life. But on top of that the nature of their activities although sensual wouldn’t necessarily be sexual in nature. If she became bilecik escort aroused he would not be upset, however he would only help her but not actively participate in relieving that urge. So who knows what she might feel like after a session was complete.

He told her she was to do just as he said and no more. Only speak when spoken to and not ask questions until they were done with the scene. If at any time she needed him to slow down or stop, she was to use her safe words. Finally, when addressing him, she should call him Sensei.

At first he just helped her out of her clothes and for her comfort told her to help him partially disrobe — just as a practice for taking direction. Then when she had bent herself over the bed he proceeded to paddle her bringing a bright pink hue to her behind. A little wincing was noticed and she requested he slow it down a bit. So he started using other implements to flog her backside. These sensations all were different although the items used looked somewhat similar. She found several that were actually quite pleasing to her — much to her surprise.

After a position change to standing facing the wall and several more textures were rubbed across her back, she found herself feeling hot and damp, craving release. Again, he noticed this as well and when he felt she had earned it with good behavior, gave her permission to finish. No sooner than the emotional and physical rush had ended she found herself kneeling on the floor with her head against the wall. The room was spinning and she felt light-headed but good. Not sure when it had happened during all the excitement, her knees must have buckled under her, but realized he had been there to catch her and cushion her fall.

This was a sign that she could really trust him. He held her for a few moments to make sure she was OK. Then he told her to get on the bed face down. She was to be tied up next…

Now this was the part she had some idea about, since in explaining the rope to her he had let her handle it, picking out the one that felt manisa escort softest against her skin yet was thick enough to hold her without being impossible to tie. In some cases the wrists and ankles would be wrapped in a soft cloth like satin to avoid rope burn, but this wasn’t necessary with what he had intended to use it for.

Perhaps it had been because just about everyone has seen someone tied up before on TV or in the movies, but she wasn’t as scared now. Maybe it was because although her rump was bright pink and a little tender, it wasn’t actually very sore as she had expected. Then again he might just be going easy on her because it was her first time.

He proceeded with some flogging because he could tell she liked that, but also started using some of his “sensory play” items. She had no idea what they were and was trying to remember what all those items looked like that had been on the table earlier. She swore he must have hidden a few because what they felt like had her imagination running wild.

As instructed she was silent and could feel the tension building inside her again. How this could be she wasn’t sure because the “newness” of being flogged was starting to wear off. Her curiosity had been satisfied but apparently her appetite for it had not! Perhaps it was the ropes and the fact that she couldn’t see or control what was going on. Even now she felt he was using something familiar on her but had no way to identify it.

Then, within a moment she realized what it was – her own vibrator that he had asked her to pack with her clothes. He was using it to tease her rubbing down her clit and ass just enough to make her wriggle with delight. It never made her feel like THAT before. Guess she’d been using it wrong all this time.

He proceeded to push it inside her and turned the speed up so that the vibrations were driving her wild. If that wasn’t enough he began massaging her ass a bit to make her even more excited. What she hadn’t known is that he had a second vibrator ready and waiting for a special surprise. mersin escort (He had asked her what her interests were and noticed that she seemed shy about anal sex. But whenever he had touched her there, she absolutely loved it.) He knew her better than she knew herself and began to work a second vibrator into her, but this one into her ass. Not being able to see it – she couldn’t get squeamish about it and tense up.

When he felt she had done enough he told her to ask him permission to cum. Once she was able to get a full sentence out she did just that. Asking, almost begging him to let her. And being the kind soul he was, he did. Her arms and legs twisted and she grabbed onto the ropes to bear down. With loud moans she finally came and the orgasm was amazing. Then she slumped onto the bed exhausted. He loosened her bonds and rubbed out the cramp she had developed in her leg.

He told her to go to the shower in order to clean up and return to bed. Feeling better and a bit lighter, she returned to see the ropes were gone and the bed had been turned down with fresh sheets awaiting her. She lay down as directed but found it odd when he told her to spread her legs and arms and hold them there. No ropes just willpower was to be used this time.

He pulled out an item that looked like something out of a sewing kit. It was a metal wheel with pin tips on it and a thin metal handle. She had seen it earlier on the table and had no idea how it was to be used, but she was about to find out. He slowly ran it up and down her legs and arms. At first it pinched a little and then a strange sensation followed in her arms and legs – tingling like numbness – somewhat resembling when they sometimes fell asleep.

But he wasn’t done yet. Having brought it up to her chest, he was running it over her breasts and nipples. Honestly she thought this was going to really hurt but he only applied a little pressure and got quite a result from it. It was amazing how excited she felt. What really blew her mind was when he ran it along her inner thigh and around the groin area. It wasn’t like you normally put sharp objects near there so one had no idea what to expect.

After a bit more of the same they both were beginning to tire. He made sure she was properly rewarded for her good behavior…

It pleased him to see her making such progress. She was breaking barriers left and right. His “little one” was growing up right before his very eyes.

Thanks, Tigerssman for editing this story.

*****

It had been two years that Kathy had been studying at the Academy. She missed ‘The Firebrand’. It was time for her graduation to her ‘XO’, executive officer, position. Lee and Captain Lesly were already on campus. As Kathy was polishing her silver star she broke down, Lee was called to comfort her.

“Lee, do you know what this piece of metal means?”

“It means gallantry in action against an enemy of the United States.”

“No, it means death. Many were already dead; Captain Lesly lay dying. I, a young Ensign, the last officer left standing on the bridge, and I gave the order to have all ships to shoot down all those planes. Hundreds of people died that day, many of them my friends, and I get a hunk of metal. I know I have to wear it, but I HATE IT!!”

“Kathy, if you did not give that order, all six thousand on ‘The Firebrand’ would have been lost when it sunk, it almost sank anyway. You saved lives. I know I would have given the same order, but long after you did. You may have been a young Ensign, but you were still an officer of the U.S. Navy, and you gave blood to Captain Lesly that saved her life.”

“I was proud of you, it showed your character; you must get confidence in your decisions when you are a supermodel. You didn’t back down from something you never had experience with before, combat. When you gave that order, everyone responded, they even scrambled the fighters from the other carrier.”

“They did not blow you off because you were just an Ensign. They followed your order because you said you were the ranking officer on board their flagship. I could not assess the situation like you could, and Captain Lesly was near death, not to mention the dead.”

” With our engines damaged, we could not even launch a helicopter, it would have been blown out of the sky. You had to respond to a surprise attack, you had to protect yourself. The enemy knew their losses would be high, you minimized the death total.”

Everyone in Kathy’s class was so excited that Lee was handing out their commissions; In most cases, just your commander gave out commissions. She was so easy to get along with. It is not often in your career you meet someone of her rank. Lee was responsible for the whole fleet, so she wanted to give out commissions. Lee had a knack to assign the officers to the best fit for each ship.

After graduation, Captain Lesly gave Kathy a gift-wrapped box; inside the box was an orange vest with a large ‘XO’ on the backside. Kathy almost didn’t see the white piece of paper on the bottom of the box. After she started reading the document she broke down in tears and hugged Lee; she had orders to report to ‘The Firebrand’.

The ‘XO’ on ‘The Firebrand’ knew it was a temporary assignment, after eighteen months he would be transferred to another carrier. On two carriers two junior officers shared the duties of an ‘XO’.

Because tensions around the world were still high, Lee had base commanders of all mothballed ships to see which ones were in the best shape and could be modernized if needed. Lee was going to bulk up her Navy, even if it meant using older ships. Lee had a lot of new ports to fill. If she could have two or three nearby ports she could have the older ships patrol their own waters or combine to make a huge flotilla with ease. Each ship may be weaker, but the larger number made it harder to fight against.

Lee thought it long past time to do a national broadcast. All had the utmost respect for Lee. “As you, all know tensions around the world are still very high; this next time will be far worse. I am asking for some of you to join one of the military bases. You will have training then go home so there will not be much disruption in your life.”

“All the males in my family have decorated Naval Officers. My Mom and a grandmother were WAVES and Grandma Rae was with the ambulance service. She was called ‘A Rae of Sunshine’. You can see why I picked the Navy to serve my country. I am glad God gave me my abilities so I could serve all of you at this time.”

“Yes, we all serve our countries. As you know, I want to be known as Lee; I feel very uncomfortable with titles. As I was gaining my ranks, I was doing so just to serve my country to the best of my abilities; being a Fleet Admiral was an unattainable goal.”

“Rank is not what it is all cracked up to be. Recently, ‘The Firebrand’ went under fire and the bridge was cut off from the rest of the ship. My best friend was bleeding out, there were many dead; my second-best friend was in hell, experiencing combat for the first time. She was the standing officer on the bridge. She had to give the order that is most abhorrent to us, the order to kill at will.”

“She saved Captain Lesly with a direct transfusion of AB- blood, the rarest of blood types. Both could have easily died.”

“Ordinary people, doing extraordinary things, during extraordinary times is what this country is all about.”

“In closing, I pray that all of you hearing this broadcast will remain safe during the artvin escort dark days ahead.”

Whole towns closed for the day so everyone could sign up. The juniors and seniors had a meeting and they divided up where to go. The big jocks tended to go to the Marines, some wanted to be air jockeys, many who enlisted wanted to join the Navy as the turnover was faster. Some even joined the Coast Guard. Officers and enlisted people were chosen according to their GPA.

Lee and Kathy watched Captain Lesly welcome 1,000 new crew members to duty. It was a high number, but people could leave at the end of their tours.

In that number, was a hidden ‘Diamond in the Rough’.

Captain Lesly was surprised when she got the order for ‘The Firebrand’ was to return to port. Everyone was to have a month leave but could not go home. They had to be on their best behavior. Everything was under a veil of secrecy; Lee had no idea what was happening.

When all the crew left, an army of tech’s set up ‘The Firebrand’ for real situation simulations.

Lee got orders to report to General headquarters for the duration of ‘The Firebrands’ tasks.

Captain Lesly opened a thin envelope she had about her tasks.

“Attention all hands, here are our orders; they are somewhat cryptic.”

“You are not to alter anything that may look out of place. Over the next two months, you will face several scenarios, but you will not know what type or when they will happen.”

The first scenario was easy, a monitor blew out, but it ‘killed’ a crewman.

The idea was to have most of the several scenarios happen during the third and sixth weeks, others had different ideas.

At the two-week mark, the sonarman said, “I have some readings I can’t decipher Captain.”

Captain Lesly walked over to look, “Sound General Alarm, get ten handhelds in the air, I need to see what is out there. Go into evasive maneuver Charlie, set depth charges to twenty meters. This is real people, these are not ours. How long until they are in torpedo range?”

“Forty-five seconds Captain.”

“Remember how that ping bounces off the subs. Evasive maneuver Edward. Time?”

“Twenty seconds Captain.”

Kathy was sweating. There were three subs chasing them and Captain Lesly was letting them get into torpedo range.

“Wait for it . . . FIRE CHARGES NOW!!”

With the first wave “The Firebrand’ sunk two of the three subs. The remaining captain saluted Captain Lesly for her excellence, then he peeled back to his group for ‘The Firebrand’ to rescue his countrymen.

Kathy realized right then combat was not for the faint of the heart, that you must be decisive and confident about all decisions.

“May I ask a question Captain Lesly? Why the change in an evasive maneuver so late?”

“An excellent question Kathy. I had them tracking Charlie for a long time. They tasked all their torpedoes to it. As you know, Edward is much different than Charlie, it peeled us out of the way and all of their torpedoes would have missed us. All they found was our depth charges.”

“How many did we rescue?”

“Three Captain.”

“Kathy takes them some food, Steve makes a steel linked collar with a six-foot leash and have Seaman Chin-Lee go with your pistol drawn. Kathy tell them we will be lenient with good behavior.”

Kathy started talking and she realized they had no idea what she was saying. “Seaman Chin-Lee, holster your sidearm and translate.”

There were nods of agreement amongst the prisoners, the older prisoner then said something.

“Ma’am, they want to know if they can have rice and beans for their meals. It is a staple in their diet, and we eat that anyway.”

“Tell them I will ask the cook.”

“Tell them we will be lenient with good behavior. I do not want to see them wearing shackles as much as they want to wear them.”

When Kathy asked the cook, he got a gleam in his eyes. “Ma’am their diet is healthier than the diet we are serving now. Do I have your permission to incorporate some of Mama’s favorites? Please let me know if someone has a problem with the food.”

As soon as Kathy heard their diet was healthier, it was a given what her answer would be. “Granted.”

The cook gathered his two helpers, both of his background, and came up with many menus. Then he said, “Boys, we have all had this food all our lives; we all know what works and what doesn’t.”

“Here on ‘The Firebrand’ were want everyone to grow and to become better people. Each of us will be in charge of seven meals per week. That means we may have the day off to work on all three meals. I want to see your own flair on the meals, put your own signature on it; it will not go unnoticed.”

That night Kathy, Steve, and Chin-Lee came down once again. Steve took the shackles off, Kathy gave them their food, which brought back memories of home. Kathy said, “We are taking a chance by offering some freedoms, even with your food. If we must transport you to a land-based prison, I can’t guarantee aydın escort how you will be treated; world tensions are awful now.”

They agreed after Seaman Chin-Lee translated the information. The eldest of the prisoners gave Kathy a bow.

During the attack, Lee looked on with horror. No one could intervene during these tests, enemy attacks were not considered. Lee could see the attack from inside and outside of the ship. She didn’t know what was going through Captain Lesly’s mind. Within seconds ‘The Firebrand’ would have been sunk.

An Admiral said, “God damn she is good, that took guts to pull that off. She sunk two subs with one volley.”

Lee said, “She is the best in the fleet, no other would even try. She combined defenses most wouldn’t. She also made it a teachable moment for the sonar man, that is how confident she is.”

“Well Lee, she is a damn side better than I would be. I am glad she is on our side.”

“Admiral, I am sure she is launching drones every six hours, not even a fish could swim by with her knowing it. She has the power of asking for the ‘Predator’ to give her long-range information, I doubt she will ask.”

“Put all tests on hold, they have enough on their plate.”

The enemy had no idea how much information Captain Lesly knew; there were no communications being transmitted or received. Captain Lesly was watching everything in real time.

“OK people, here they come; let’s teach them ‘The Firebrand’ has a stinger in its tail. Sound general alarm, ready fighter squadrons A and B, Gunship squadron G and H for low-level cover; ready Bomber squadron BB in the elevators.

In General Headquarters everything was in chaos. “Lee, how much of her assets is she using?”

“Half her fighters and gunships, they will be fighting on two levels. She has one squadron of her bombers ready to launch. She is ready for a counter strike. All her gunners are snipers. With radio silence, they feel she is blind. They have no clue she can read the names right off their hulls, even at dark.”

When Captain Lesly saw they were arming the fighters she gave the command, “Launch fighters A and B, get up there, so they have to find you looking into the sun.”

“Admiral, when the fight begins she will launch her gunships that will force the fighters to get shot down or hope reinforcements can fly high enough, the lower canopy is sealed. Nice to know when you think you can escape, you have gunfire or a missile coming at you. Just wait for the surprise she has up her sleeve.”

At H.Q. they were all viewing the carnage, all were attention and saluting the screens. There were plenty of downed planes on both sides; people were paying the ‘Ultimate Sacrifice’ for their country. The enemy was losing more because of Captain Lesly’s double trap.

Captain Lesly was counting on the carrier captain to be impatient.

“Evasive maneuver Tango.”

At that, the other captain launched everything he had. This brought a smile to Captain Lesly’s face. “Launch the rest of the fighters.”

Lee said, “Gentlemen, watch and learn.”

“Evasive maneuver Omega, launch squadron BB now, and AA in fifteen minutes. They have no air cover over the carrier.”

Lee said, “With no protection, the carrier is defenseless. She is going to blow the hell out of it; she will not enjoy it, but it is war.”

Chin-Lee translated a radio message on the enemy’s general channel. “Just saw two squadrons of bombers headed to the carrier. There will be no carrier to land on. Farewell, my friends.”

The next day, everyone was in a somber mood; 25% of ‘The Firebrand’s’ crew was lost and 100% of the enemy’s crew. There was nothing to cheer about. “Attention all hands, at 12:00 everyone will be in full dress for the services for our lost comrades. We will give ample time for our prisoners to mourn.”

Captain Lesly and Seaman Chin-Lee went downstairs to talk to the prisoners. Captain Lesly saluted all the prisoners. Here is what was translated.

“Gentleman, I am Captain Lesly, Captain of ‘The Firebrand’. As you know, we had battle and people on both sides lost friends and loved ones. Your carrier captain became reckless and used all his assets for a quick kill, however, he left the carrier unprotected. Once all the fighters were engaged, I sent out my bombers and they sunk the carrier. They had no chance. The bombs targeted almost every inch of the carrier which was struck at once.”

“We are going to have services in formal dress to respect our dead. We invite you to attend the services to remember your fallen comrades in the way you feel is appropriate.”

The three bowed to Captain Lesly and they all went up the deck to see a sea of white. Chin-Lee gave the three a wreath to lay down for their comrades. Then a twenty-one gun cannonade sounded. Then Captain Lesly and Chin-Lee pointed to the sky, all could hear the approaching jets. As they approached the lead pilot peeled away, forming the missing man formation. Captain Lesly remained at attention, balıkesir escort saluting the elder prisoner.

The process was repeated for the Americans that were lost, then a moment of silence.

“All hands, but landing crew go below deck so we can land our planes.

At suppertime Captain Lesly and Chin-Lee approached the three, “Gentlemen, ‘The Firebrand’ was out here for secret training, even Fleet Admiral Lee didn’t know about it. I can’t allow you to see the exercises or how we respond to it. I will need to lock you into Fleet Admiral Lee’s cabin for the duration.”

The next operation dealt with communications. Norma Rae just happened to be walking by and saw a partial received and not decoded the message.

“What the hell is that? Are you planning to give that to Captain Lesly? Let me have those earphones.”

The radioman was insulted, but he gave Norma Rae the headset and he watched in awe.

In H.Q., Admiral, I don’t understand her. The Admiral grabbed the headset and asked for quiet. He was profusely sweating. He sent out the next message. He turned his chair.

Norma Rae decoded the message and gave it to the radioman, “Go.”

“Radioman, you have five minutes to get me the personnel files on Chen-Lee and Norma Rae. Decorations for Captain Lesly will be figured out later. There will be many cross-promotions going on. If Sec Nav has a problem with that, he can send letters to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.”

Lee could not believe her ears; the Admiral was putting his job on the line for her people.

When the radioman handed the message to Kathy, he humbly said, “Ma’am, that is not my work, it is Norma Rae’s. At first, I was pissed that she was so arrogant to know better than me. Her fingers were a blur.”

“I knew that Radioman, I am glad you were honest with me. She is the fastest in the fleet. Here on ‘The Firebrand’, we want to make people, better people. I want you to sleep on a couple questions. What goals do you want in the Navy? We need to make a communications core, so you will need to know both radio and sonar.”

“The core would include Norma Rae, Chin-Lee, yourself and the sonar man. It will be the only such core in the fleet. Are you ready to bust your ass off to join the group? It will take most of your free time. Let me know tomorrow at supper time.”

After the Admiral read the files and talked to their parents he was fuming. “Can anyone tell me why we have someone who knows at least five languages and works as an engineer? Why do we have someone who can do Morse code at least 135 words per minute and can do logistics better than anyone in this room sans Lee, working as an electrician?”

“Norma Rae will be an Intelligence Specialist, first class. Chin-Lee will be Intelligence Specialist, second class. More will be added to form a super team. Lee, you have permission to scour the fleet to build your team.”

“Not necessary Admiral, we on ‘The Firebrand’ promote internally. Do you think I did not know about Chin-Lee and Norma Rae? There are a few others. They need to discover where they want to be in the Navy.”

“If they find a path that would take them in another direction, they have the right to reject it. I hope they would follow the path for their greatest potential. If they want to be on KP duty, when they have the makings of a good officer, then we need to respect that.”

Lee was devastated. She lost 1,500 crew in battle, 1,000 officers and enlisted men asked for transfers and 1,500 crew ended their tours; that was 4,000 men of the 6,000 ‘The Firebrand’ carried. Captain Lesly went to the major Naval bases, Kathy went to the Marine bases and Lee went to the academies. Lee told Kathy to try to get 500-750 enlisted Marines; they will help as a fighting force.

Lee went through four classes of folders; she could not believe the US Navy was accepting such mediocrity. She did find two that would fill much-needed spots. Lee needed a minimum of ten officers, twenty-five would be helpful.

She tried a long shot, all those that signed up after her speech. Many were too old but could fill land side jobs. Lee was excited, many just graduated within the last three years; the woman and the nerds attracted her attention. Some of the nerds were experts with robotics. The jocks had a big diva complex; she did find a few she could mold.

Lee went to an amateur robot demolition derby, many of her potential recruits were there and she could see how they fared.

As Lee watched, almost every robot was made to give the biggest blow; all the cars were not equipped for how to avoid the biggest blow. Lee asked if she could enter a robot, and permission was granted. Every robot was being blown apart.

Lee asked a team that was already out of the competition if she could use some of their parts. It was almost all defensive, except for two blades that were hidden.

Her first match was against a flamethrower. Lee dropped a shield to deflect the flames, doing damage to her opponent as they got closer.

In the finals she faced ‘The Big Bopper’, it crushed everything in sight. This will be fun.

Lee tripled the width of the beam she thought she might need. As the ‘Bopper’s’ hammer came down, so did Lee’s beam, except Lee’s beam was defensive. The hammer had no effect whatsoever, it could complete one-third of its arc. Moreover, it raised the front of the unprotected bottom of the robot.

Dear Wife:

I find myself in a bit of a predicament, I’ve discovered a need outside of our norm and I hope to enlist your loving support and acceptance. I’ve tried to talk to you about it, but it’s so far beyond the pale you don’t seem to be able to wrap your head around it, so I’m writing this letter to you in hopes you’ll read it, take your time digesting it, and take it in without judging until the end.

Recently, during one of our lovemaking sessions, when you had stimulated me to stunning heights, you agreed to try something new. You agreed to whip me with the riding crop I had bought for you, to tease you erotically, during your interest in “50 Shades of Grey.” We had used it on you only a few times, and then only playfully, and as much as I feel you wanted to be spanked, you wouldn’t cross the line to let me give you that experience.

But lightly spanking you with the crop as foreplay got my mind running. Perhaps if I let you do it to me and encouraged you to engage deeper than light play, you would accept that we were past a line and allow me to release that part of you. And I know there’s a part of you that feels anger, repression, and hate towards me, the natural counterpoints of our being in love together for so long and having gone through so much. And besides, in my research online I found my self aroused by the submissive act of being spanked by you.

That night when you agreed, it was so spontaneous and unexpected that I couldn’t prepare mentally. We rolled with it and before you could chicken out, I put the riding crop in your hands and bent over the end of the bed on all fours, naked and awaiting your stroke.

At first you were tentative, not sure where you wanted to go or how far into this new fetish you would go. I asked if it felt good or excited you and you confessed that it did, and you joked that you were tempted to really whip me. That was the moment when things started to change as I told you not to hold back, inviting you to let your anger and frustration out and hurt me if you wanted to, that I wanted you to and wanted to feel it for real.

The lashes fell harder, sharper, and more frequently. You truly started to find release and let go of your inhibitions, I could feel it on my ass and it was wonderful. As you whipped me, I felt emotion and energy build inside of me, bayburt escort and I think you felt something similar but different. I became more aroused and misinterpreted my feelings as the need to fuck. Instead, it was actually a balloon that I needed you to inflate until it popped, but I lacked the sophistication to understand it. And I think your emotions rose, but also never fully crescendoed.

When I thought I was at a peak, I turned and threw you to the bed, and proceeded to service you orally until we both reached a point where urgent fucking was the only place left to go and it was explosive. But now I know I missed the opportunity for a real, deeply intimate experience with you that I think we both needed.

You see, I keep using the term need, and I believe it truly is a need that is aching to be fulfilled. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks trying to define it and understand it. I think I have a grasp of it, I think I understand it, but I don’t know if I can explain it. I need you to give this to me, to push away your inhibitions and give me the gift of your acceptance of my submission, to embrace coming out of your comfort zone to inflict this punishment upon me and give me the gift of this form of emotional liberation. By whipping me like this, you will free me to let go and break down emotionally, releasing so much tension, frustration, and emotional pain while also releasing your anger and hurt, allowing us both to empty out and heal together.

Yes, there is a part of this that meets a need for you. I’m sure of it. And I think you know it too but it scares you. In all of the years we’ve been together there have been things done and said between us that I can apologize for but you have never really forgiven. I believe you need to punish me to let the poison out and I embrace that. I do believe you want to hurt me and I want that too, for both of us. I don’t think you want to truly injure me, but herein is your fear. You don’t know if you will stop, but this is where I trust you more than you trust yourself. I want the bruises and the welts, if I bleed so be it. But you won’t injure me because you love me and that is ultimately what this is: both of us lovingly surrendering something safe and healing each other.

So how would this go? This bartın escort is the script as I see it, as I have fantasized it:

It is late and we have been in various stages of foreplay. You’ve come a few times and you turn your attention to me, intent to take us to a dark place that we both want, deep down inside. You stimulate me by playing with, pinching, and biting my nipples, building my sexual tension until I begin to thrash and moan. You tune me up until I am begging you to whip me, which is where we both know we want to go.

You order me to put on my red satin thong so that if I should ejaculate it won’t mess our bed, and because naughty sluts wear red. You then order me to get everything ready: cuffs, ropes, the pile of pillows over which I will be tied down, and a lone tennis ball.

I pull out the ropes and cuffs and prepare the bed where you proceed to tie me firmly. Then you go to the laundry pile and retrieve the panties that you wore all day for this purpose, still damp with your sweat and the flavors of your crotch and ass. You ball them up and stuff them in my mouth as a gag, tying a necktie around my head so I can’t spit them out, as if I ever would.

You blindfold me, heightening the fear and tension.

You put the tennis ball in my hand, this is my safe word. You squeeze my hand and whisper in my ear “I love you. Don’t let go.”

You arrange your tools. I hear you doing it… The paddle, the crop, the floggers. I begin to tremble in anticipation…

You start slowly, rubbing my ass and swatting me with your hand, warming my ass and bringing the blood to the surface, making me more sensitive. You switch to the paddle and truly begin spanking me with dull thuds. Then the spanking becomes a whipping, as you transition to the riding crop. The strokes build in force, falling across my ass and upper thighs, welts beginning to rise and marks clearly keeping a visually tally. The pain becomes overwhelming and I am flooded with endorphins. You count the lashes, you bring them more frequently, and I writhe in my bondage, my groans and gasps muffled by the panty gag in my mouth. I clutch the tennis ball, focused on not letting go.

As the strokes fall, I can feel a raw swell of emotion building. Behind me, between blows, ığdır escort I can hear you starting to breathe harder with your exertion. My emotions crescendo and release causing me to begin to cry, to sob more than wail or groan.

And you don’t stop. You love me enough not to stop, to take me where I need to go to suffer and be healed. And it’s cathartic for you, all of your anger and frustration, the hurt of your past comes forward and is exorcised thru these sadistic lashes. It’s not rage as much as release, as much as therapy. You too begin to cry, but with hot tears of release from your pain and hurt. Through this we draw out each other’s soul-poison and spit it out, cleansing our wounds.

Ultimately, my writhing gives way and I collapse limply in my bonds over the pillows. As I am about to pass out from the pain and the emptiness of the dark place in my soul, I release the ball in my hand and it falls away like my troubles, your signal that I am done. I can no longer support myself and collapse physically, spent but purged. All of the stress, the tension, the poison flows out of my head and my soul. I cry into the bed, and you deliver the final blow, as it’s your decision to stop now.

You get your phone and begin taking pictures of your handiwork. Beautiful reds and rising shades of purple highlights on skin textured with welts. We will enjoy these photos later, after you send them to me.

After the photos, you begin to unshackle me, removing the restraints, then finally the gag. Thus begins the aftercare, the most important part. You rub recovery lotion on my artistically painted ass, rubbing it in, soothing me. You whisper to me that I am a good boy for taking my punishment so well. I continue to sob gently. When you finish with the lotion, you strip down, completely naked now, you lie down next to me and pull me to your breast, cradling me. You whisper affirming words of love.

Absorbing your love and your care, I begin to be rejuvenated and we make love gently, tenderly, lovingly. At the end, as I withdraw from you, I kiss you gently and whisper, “Thank-you. I love you.”

You reply, just as softly, just as gently and lovingly, “I love you, too. You are all mine.”

“I am… In every way… Forever.”

And the demons are gone for now, but we both know they will come back, less each time but still present. But we know how to drive them away together now. The healing begins, and I have never loved you more.

I don’t know if this all helps you understand my need, but I hope it helps you accept it and allows you to go to this place with me so that we can both go past it. I need it and most importantly, I need you.

The next morning, after our group exercise and shower and one final breakfast eaten naked and on all fours from a bowl on the tiled kitchen floor, I was allowed to say good-bye to my fellow slave girls before being “shipped.” We kissed and hugged, tears in our eyes. After spending weeks together, virtually all of the time with no clothing other than our collars, it seemed completely natural to clasp another girl’s naked body to my chest. Here, although we had been unequivocally taught our slavery, we had shared a routine and a set of experiences. Now, I expected, I would never see any of my sisters in slavery again.

I would be transported to Paris in a simple minivan with tinted windows. I was consigned to two drivers who would see that I arrived at my destination undamaged, Mr. McGregor flying to Paris separately. Claudia did not deign to see me off. No doubt, having pocketed her profit on me, I was gone from her mind, another foolish girl made to pay for her secret desires. I wore nothing except my collar, now adorned with a small brass tag indicating my new owner, the bracelets that held my wrists together behind my back, and a twelve-inch chain that joined my ankles together. The drivers, I would later learn, did not have the keys to my bonds – presumably so that I could not wheedle them into unchaining me, in case I had any notions of escaping en route. I noted that the slack in the ankle chain left me enough latitude to open my knees and thighs for them, either on my back or on my knees. I expected this was a collateral benefit of their occupation.

I was placed on the first bench seat behind the drivers, a long, loose chain padlocked to my collar and to the inside of the van for extra security. The back door was locked and could only be opened from the outside, I had no chance of escape. I would be delivered to my new owners, a new slave for their amusement and pleasure.

One of the drivers, a young, stocky, black-haired man whose name I would learn as Eddy, sat next to me while his colleague Karl drove. “What a pretty little slut you are,” he said as he started to caress my breasts with his small but strong hands. “So young, and innocent … but I can tell you love being a slut, don’t you. You love spreading your legs for men, don’t you, slut. You love having it in your mouth, in your slutty lips, tasting it, swallowing it, don’t you.”

His hand was now between my thighs, probing my body. I was still dry from fear, but I could feel my body beginning to respond, uncontrollably. I knew where this was going, and while I had no desire to be raped in the back seat of a van, I knew that there was nothing I could do about it, and I would be better off complying with this man’s wishes. I did not want an unfavorable report to arrive with me in Paris. “Yes, master,” I whispered as sensuously as I could. “I love being a slut. Please use me like the slut I am. Let me take you in my mouth and please you like you’ve never been pleased before.” I licked my lips. As a slave, I had learned early on to adapt my behavior to the preferences of the master, to intuit quickly whether he wanted a hot, eager slut to be enjoyed or a reserved, reluctant girl to be forcibly put to her back and dominated. This, I had been told, was one of my particular skills as a slave. I closed my eyes and let myself indulge in his impatient caresses between my legs, willing myself to become hot and wet for him. Bound as I was, there was little he could expect me to do for him, at least until he positioned me appropriately.

Soon he pulled me down from the seat and put me on my knees in front of him, and began to open his pants. My body still sore from the abuses I had suffered the day before, I decided I would do my best to satiate him with my mouth, to give my bruises more time to heal. I lowered my head to him and plunged into my work with abandon, moaning with apparent satisfaction as I practiced my skills. But before I could complete my task, he withdrew from me and pushed me down on my back. My wrists ached, trapped in the small of my back against the rough carpet of the van, as he brought his weight on top of and inside me, pressing my thighs back against the floor. Even though I was sore inside, my body welcomed his entrance into me. But after the work I had done with my mouth, he was unable to last very long inside me, and he climaxed before I was able to achieve more than a moderate arousal. He withdrew, buckled his pants, and pushed me back onto my seat. I could feel a damp spot spreading on the vinyl seat.

“She’s really hot, Karl,” he called up to the front seat. “I bet you can’t wait to get a piece of that nice juicy ass.” I felt like I had been slapped. As a new slave, I still hated being reduced to my anatomical essentials. But I knew that was where most if not all of my value lay.

“Just let me get out of town and I’ll take a turn,” Karl answered. As I awaited the inevitable, Eddy casually ran his hands over my body, fondling his new toy. I moaned ardahan escort softly in appreciation, trying to please him. “You want it again already, don’t you, slut?” he said. “Well, you won’t have to wait long.”

I didn’t. About fifteen minutes later, the van pulled over by the side of the Autobahn. The two men changed places, Karl coming back to enjoy the entertainment available for the ride, Eddy easing the van back onto the road. Karl was older, taller, and less of a talker than Eddy. He wasted no time with my mouth, dumping me unceremoniously on my belly on the bench seat, my breasts crushed against the vinyl surface, my body open to him as a slave, before entering me from behind. He took his time, seemingly trying to arouse me, so I let my mind go and let myself revel in his deep, powerful thrusts, forcibly impressing on me my status as the helpless victim of his pleasure. Finally I felt him press himself against me, and I cried out in my own helpless orgasm. I hoped I would not be punished. But he didn’t seem to mind, even smiling down at me as I cleaned him with my mouth, his hands playing with my hair. “We’re going to have a nice trip, aren’t we,” he said.

I nodded as I could, my mouth still occupied by his manhood.

Now that my training was over, it seemed, there was little to pass my time other than actual service. Eddy and Karl were seeming indefatigable – certainly more impressive than any of my boyfriends. Perhaps it was a product of their generally monotonous occupation. Or perhaps it was a natural product of having a naked, bound sex slave constantly available to them in the back seat, willing and ready to indulge their every desire. In any case, somewhere in the former West Germany I lost count of how many times they had put me to their uses. After having exploited my more conventional uses, they had each used their hands to bring themselves to climax, aiming at my wide-open mouth or at my breasts and body. They had wiped some of their ejaculations into my mouth for me to taste and swallow, but the remainder was drying on my body and in my hair, out of reach of my bound hands, an abject reminder of my miserable condition. Through it all, I attempted to maintain my eager, willing, slutty demeanor, knowing that was what would please them the most. But inside I was crying silently, wondering if this was to be how I would pass all my days. Since the first time Karl had taken advantage of me, I could no longer be aroused by my abuse. Instead, I felt a mixture of soreness and boredom, hoping my rapists would tire of me so I could rest my mouth and body.

At night we stopped by the road for a few hours to rest, and after having me serve both of them at once, apparently for a change of pace, they stretched out on the two bench seats to rest. I was left lying curled up on the floor of the van, my hands still uncomfortably bound behind my back. Once they were asleep, I lifted my head and looked about the van, wondering if I had any chance at escape. But the rear door was still locked, and chained as I was, I could not reach the front doors. I resigned myself to my fate and lay back down on the hard floor. I wished I had been given a pillow or blanket. When I had been free, I had taken those small comforts for granted. Now, I knew, I could take nothing for granted. Finally I drifted off to a fitful sleep.

When I awoke, it was still dark. I felt a tug on the chain attached to my collar. Unable to resist, I followed it, lifting my head toward the seat. Eddy was pulling my head towards his lap. He put his hands in my hair and guided my face down toward him. I opened my mouth and began licking and kissing at him. “Yes, master,” I sobbed, and continued my work.

When he was finished with me, after I had swallowed submissively and cleaned him off, he pushed me back onto the floor, where I landed hard on my left shoulder, unable to break my fall with my hands bound behind me. I lay there, wide awake, unable to cry.

We arrived in Paris early the next morning. It was a warm, overcast day, the city’s nineteenth-century apartment buildings gray against the gray sky. I pressed my nose to the window, trying to make out landmarks I had only seen in pictures: Beaubourg, Notre Dame, the spire of the Sainte Chapelle, the Louvre. I thought I recognized them, but I could not be sure. I had often fantasized about visiting Paris – in fact, I had been planning to at the end of my summer in Berlin – but I had never imagined I would see the City of Light as a piece of merchandise being delivered, a naked, bound, abused pleasure slave peering out from behind tinted windows.

We parked on a side street so that Eddy and Karl could make use of my aching body one last time, and then we drove up a large avenue that I later learned was the Champs Elysees, turned into a side street, and turned again through a gate and into a large courtyard. They opened the rear door, unlocked the chain attaching adıyaman escort my collar to the inside of the van, and led me out onto the flagstones of the courtyard. I could barely walk from having been chained for the entire trip, and because of the short chain attaching my ankles. Eddy’s hand was still exploring my body as they escorted me to a large doorway. We were met by a young, casually dressed man whose name was Felix. Despite my fatigue, my aches, and the poor appearance I am sure I made, still covered with the stains of the previous twenty-four hours’ abuses, I still wanted to make a good first impression. I sank to my knees on the hard stone and opened my thighs as best I could. Felix smiled. He talked briefly with Karl, exchanged documents, compared me to a picture he had of me, and checked the tag on my collar. Then he thanked my two couriers, who returned to their van. Looking back at us, Eddy called out, “She’s a real hot one, that one. A real first-class slut.”

Felix looked down on me, still on my knees. “Are you a first-class slut, Jenny?” he asked.

“Yes, master,” I answered. “I live only to please my masters. I want nothing more than to serve them with my body.” He seemed like a reasonable person. I wanted desperately for him to like me, at least to treat me as a human being rather than as the real-life sex doll I had been for the last day.

“Well, we’ll see about that,” he said, attaching a leash to my collar. He led me into the building, shuffling along after him as best as I could.

Felix led me to a wing of the building that he introduced as the slave quarters. The rooms in this section only had windows on the interior courtyard, and entrance and exit were controlled by two sets of locked doors. Inside, he turned me over to a slave girl named Helene, a French girl who spoke English with only a mild accent. English, I took it, was the international language of the pleasure slave industry. After unlocking my wrists and ankles, removing my leash, and giving me strict instructions to obey Helene’s every word, he left me.

Helene wore a one-piece, nearly opaque, light blue piece of lingerie that hung from thin straps over her shoulders and came down to mid-thigh. Although it was cut low in front and back, slit high on her hips, and obviously the only thing that she was wearing, I was deeply envious of her. Since being abducted, I had never been granted permission to wear clothing, except in a training situation. Now I was appearing before her nude and disheveled, the traces of the previous days’ degradations still apparent on my body and in my hair. Surely she must think me the lowest type of slut, I thought.

Helene showed me where to shower and clean myself up, which I did, and gave me a brief tour of the slaves’ wing. Unlike the relatively friendly atmosphere of the training center I had just left, here the various girls seemed sullen and unfriendly – an impression that would only be strengthened during my stay in my new home. Soon enough, I heard an intercom system paging Helene and Jenny. She accompanied me to the double gates of the slaves’ wing, where I was met by Felix again. He reattached a leash to my collar and led me through a maze of corridors to a sumptuous corner office, appointed with heavy wood furniture and dark red curtains.

When Felix stopped, I knelt on the hardwood floor, awaiting instructions. Behind the desk was a large, imposing man with gray hair and sharp, almost crooked features. He finished reading some papers, rose, and walked around the desk in front of me. At his side materialized Mr. McGregor, who had so thoroughly humiliated me only two days before.

“Well, Jenny,” his voice boomed in the large room, “do you know why you are here?”

“I have been purchased by a new owner, master,” I answered. “I am here to obey his every command.”

He smiled. “Claudia does such a wonderful job training her girls, doesn’t she, Colin?”

Mr. McGregor answered, “Yes, but this one is particularly remarkable. You would think she didn’t even need training.”

“So I hear, so I hear,” the large man said, turning back to me. “I am Philippe Arnaud, although you will refer to me as Monsieur Arnaud or, when addressing me, as master. This is a business, and I run it. Do you know what kind of business it is?”

“No, master,” I said, not wanting to make a mistake.

“Surely you must have some idea.”

I thought for a moment. “A business where girls such as I are used as slaves,” I ventured.

“The business of pleasure. My business is pleasure. My customers come here seeking pleasures they can find nowhere else, and I make sure they get them. And you are the key to that business. The pleasure they seek is the kind of exquisite, absolute satisfaction they can only get from a trained, sensuous slave girl. You are here to give them that pleasure. As long as you do so, you will be treated well. If karabük escort you should fail in the slightest, you will be punished, or discarded.” I listened quietly. This was essentially what I had expected. I took the time to subtly and continually adjust my position, drawing attention to my charms, to my soft, uplifted breasts and to my open, inviting thighs. I knew I was attractive, that men desired my body. I wanted M. Arnaud to desire it as well. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, master,” I replied readily. “I will be absolutely obedient.”

“Sometimes slave girls come here who are resolved to be obedient, but are really only playing a game, going through the motions without really embracing their slavery. They are constantly scheming, looking for ways to get ahead and make their lives easier, only pretending to live for their masters.” He looked into my eyes. “Are you such a girl?”

I looked down at the floor. “No, master,” I whispered. “I am a true slave, a natural slave, a girl who desires nothing more than to please her masters in any way she can.”

“Well, we shall see,” he said simply.

He made a brief motion with his hand. Felix tugged on my leash, drawing me to my feet, and led me over to a corner of the room. Above my head, an overhanging beam jutted out from the wall. A ring was set in the bottom face of the beam. I wondered what was going on. Then Felix quickly cuffed my hands together in front of me and attached them to a long chain, which he looped through the ring and pulled down on the other side. He was incredibly strong despite his moderate build. I felt the tension on the chain pulling my feet off the ground. My toes could barely graze the floor. The steel cuffs bit into my wrists.

Then I realized what was happening. I was to be whipped.

“This is only a demonstration,” I heard M. Arnaud saying behind me. “This is to let you know what awaits you should you ever be in the least displeasing.” He paused. “You may thank me.”

“Thank you, master,” I said, my voice trembling. I wondered how many times I would be struck. I had felt switches and whips in training, but only to correct lapses in my concentration or technique. I had never been subjected to a sustained, disciplinary beating.

M. Arnaud walked in front of me and help up a whip in front of me. It was long and black, with thick, heavy blades. He pressed the handle to my mouth. I licked and kissed it, almost instinctively. I hoped to mollify him with my eager obedience, to soften the blows that would follow.

He walked behind me again. I tried to steel myself for the blow. Then I heard the hiss of the air behind me, and my back exploded in pain. I screamed despite myself. Then the whip fell again. And again. It fell on my back, my bottom, the back of my thighs, the front of my thighs, my belly, my breasts, and my shoulders. The blades of the whip were too large and heavy to bite into my skin and draw blood, but their weight made it feel like I was being struck with clubs. I quickly lost count of the blows in the haze of pain that followed. In retrospect, I realized I was probably only whipped ten or fifteen times. But in my mind, the beating lasted an eternity. I screamed and begged for it to end, promising to do anything, anything at all to make it stop, but knowing that, as a slave, anything could already be demanded of me, and what was demanded now was that I scream in agony. My body twisted in the air. I remember seeing Mr. McGregor and Felix and wondering at how calmly they looked on. I begged them all to rape me, to let me please them, to exact from me the price of my slavery. But they were impassive.

Finally the blows seemed to stop for longer than usual. I was hanging from my wrists, sobbing, my body alive with pain. I know there are people for whom physical pain is erotic and stimulating, the elixir that fires their arousal. I am not one of them. As a slave girl, I knew that I was subject to the whip, that I might be beaten for any disobedience, or even for no reason at all, and I knew that was only fitting, for I was a slave. But I could never enjoy the actual pain of the beating. I would gladly have served a hundred men in succession rather than undergo the torture I had just experienced.

When Felix released my wrists, I could only collapse on the floor. I dragged myself on my belly over to M. Arnaud’s feet and frantically began kissing them. “Please, master,” I begged. “Let me please you. Take me any way you want. Have your way with my body. Let me serve you.” I was desperate to prove my worth to him, thinking that could spare me another beating.

“Remember, Jenny, that was a warning,” he said as I continued to lick his shoes.

“Yes, master,” I said. “Thank you, master.” I expected to be raped then and there. Instead, he pulled me up to a kneeling position by my hair. I kept my knees as far as apart as I could, in terror. I would do nothing that might earn me the slightest disapproval. He put his hands to my neck and unlocked the collar that had been there since I had first been abducted. An instant later, he replaced it with another – a smooth, gleaming, gold-colored collar engraved with my name and the name of my owner: Club Aphrodite.

Felix accompanied me back to the slaves’ wing where, thankfully, I was allowed to sleep for a few hours.

Taking a break from a hectic day, I sit and think of ways that I can truly show you, my wonderful Dom, that you are the all-consuming thought in my life. You are always thinking of me, showing me through your Domination that I can trust you. You demonstrate daily that I chose the right man to give all of me to, the most deserving man to receive my submission. You are my one match, you own all of me.

What I have come up with, Sir, is a little quiet time in our room. I was going to use our play space, but as I plan on pampering and worshiping you, it doesn’t feel right to me to use the space that is yours alone to control. Please Sir, relax, and let me guide the show tonight. I want you to feel the value I have for you. I want there to be no doubt in your mind.

Please, Sir, come with me to our room now. I have everything ready…

I guide you to our bed, and ask you to sit at it’s the edge. I get on my knees behind you and begin to, very lightly, trail my fingers over your skin. I breathe warmly as I pass over each area. I feel you shiver, and grin as I place a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. I stroke my hands over your back, starting way down low. Then slowly brushing them upward with gentle pressure along the top of your shoulder blades, towards your neck, where I trace light spirals with just the tips of my fingers.

I begin placing feather lite kisses right along the base of your spine. Slowly moving from side-to-side and working my way upwards. Always alternating between kisses, and teasing touches with my tongue. I near your neck, as I approach it my kisses are placed closer together, and my tongue is licking more eagerly. I gradually near your earlobe which I pull gently between my teeth. I then dart away to your neck again, placing soft, sucking, kisses on it. I go around your neck to the other ear, again with a light tug, kastamonu escort and then just grazing the earlobe with my tongue tip.

My hands continue to lightly stroke any skin that can be reached. I eventually work my around to your chest. I slide around to your side, to watch your face while I explore. I reach for your hand, bringing it to my mouth – I start at each fingertip, and lick and suck my way to your palm, where I trace lightly with my tongue tip before working my way up your arm. At your inner elbow, I pause while I do little circles again with my tongue (such a sensitive area). I do the same with your other arm, then move on to your chest.

My palms open and I stroke you, up to your face, where I gently hold you and kiss you. I slide my tongue into your mouth, finding yours, and stroking it. Our tongues begin tangling, as I struggle to smother a moan rising up from my throat. As the heat, the passion, between us bursts into flame. I then slowly, so slowly, drag my tongue away from your mouth. I trail my tongue down over your jawline to a nipple, lightly flicking it and circling it, drawing it into my mouth. Gently using my teeth, I pinch it just a little, holding it between my teeth as I flick my tongue over it. I move onto the other, hungry to taste all of you.

After paying proper attention to both nipples, my hands stroke down over your tummy, my tongue following eagerly behind. At this point, I can no longer reach everything from my position on the bed. So, I scurry onto my knees at your feet. I lift your feet, one at a time, onto my lap. I gently massage them, first with my hands and then light touches with my tongue. I slowly work my way up your legs, leaving no spot untouched. Wanting to enjoy all of you, and to let you see how much I truly value you, appreciate kayseri escort you, and want you. Like none other. I want to show you how you should be worshiped and loved.

Finishing a very thorough exploration of your legs, I reach that glorious cock of yours. I look up towards you, watching your eyes as I slowly flick out my tongue and take one very cautious taste of just the very tip. Seeing your eyes widen, your pupils dilate, I grin. I then slide my tongue down the shaft, so slowly, swirling it around your balls and sucking them into my mouth in turn. Taking another quick peek at you, I see you watching carefully, your chest rising and falling rapidly. I slowly trip my tongue down along the seam beneath your balls, licking and sucking at the point that your balls meet the seam. When you are writhing from that pleasure, I pull away. I take my tongue back up your shaft, swirl it around your head, then place kisses on your shaft as I work my way back to your balls.

I begin to work my way along the seam again, soon reaching your cheeks. I lightly tease into the crevice with my tongue, feeling your legs twitch and tremble on either side of my head. I gently lift your legs a little, giving me greater access to your anus. I flatten my tongue against it, licking it straight back to your bag again. Noticing how your bag tightened at that, I go back to the anus and with just the tip of my tongue I begin making circles around it. Gradually the circles get smaller and smaller until I am swirling my tongue just a tiny bit into you. I tease a little more and then come back up along your shaft, swirl my tongue around your tip and then take you fully into me. Oh heaven, delicious meat.

I slide my mouth up and down your shaft, sucking hard on the way down, letting my teeth grip at your base with a kıbrıs escort little firmness. One hand is stroking your bag while my other is on your shaft, following my mouth on its journey up and down. I go down the length of you hard and fast and then slowly bring my mouth back to your tip. I use my tongue tip to gently tease into your opening then quickly open wide and gulp you back into me. Loving the feel of you stretching my throat, I moan deep down, hearing your murmur of satisfaction when you feel the vibrations.

At this point, Sir, I can no longer hide my hunger to have you filling me. I stand and lift my dress over my head, with nothing under it to stand in my way. I turn away from you, and slowly lower my hungry pussy onto your cock. Gasping as the head penetrates; I clench my teeth and catch my breath, then force my way all the way down. My back arching as I enjoy the sudden fullness, my clit throbbing forward. I reach down between my legs, and begin to stroke myself. Occasionally I reach for your bag and massage it, before going back to rubbing my clit.

Our breathing becomes synchronized, the panting loud in the room. I am lifting myself up slowly, and driving back down fast. Your gentle hands are on my hips, helping to guide my rhythm. Our tempo picks up, and you grab tight to my braid — forcing my head back, allowing you access to my neck. You bite just below my ear, sending shockwaves through my body, straight to the point that we are joined. With my braid still gripped firmly by you, and my head forced back, my groan is torn from my throat. I feel the quaking begin low in my tummy, as my pussy begins to throb hard, squeezing your cock. At this point, I feel you thicken inside of me, and the warm heat of your juice flows into my body. Your shout follows mine, as we reach for the pinnacle together.

As soon as I have caught my breath, I climb off of you and drop to my knees at your feet. I proceed to lovingly and carefully clean you, showing you my love and devotion. I take your softening cock into my mouth, sucking and then licking it all around. When I am through, you reach your hand to me and guide me to my feet. You wrap your arms around me, and tell me that you love me too.

Carol and Jim discover a new sport

Carol and I thought we had tried it all. I had tied her up, whipped her, teased her pussy, and done all the standard BDSM things we could find on the internet. She had spanked me, chained me to a cross, teased and denied, and ruined my orgasms many times. We were looking for something new.

We had read about self-bondage and watched some videos. It looked like a turn-on, but it was necessarily solitaire. We are a loving couple and like to do things together. So we did some long serious planning, dug out some of our toys and re-activated others, and gave a lot of thought to the safety aspects. Finally we had it designed – Mutual Self Bondage.

We spent the afternoon setting everything up. Carol put on her almost transparent red lingerie for the job, and I put on my silk boxers. Carol has a stunning figure. She is tall and buxom with a small waist, big hips and a fine ass. If I do say so myself I look OK too, tall, buff and with a nine inch cock. Anyhow Carol says she likes it.

We moved all our toys into the proper place. As Carol worked I got nice looks at her boobs whenever she bent over, and her pretty little butt flashed around the place in the thong panties under her night gown. I soon had a hardon just watching her, and I knew she was watching it under my silk underwear. We were both pretty turned on when we finished,

In fact I grabbed her and pushed on her ass so she was pressing on my throbbing dick. She gave me a good grind and I reached for her titty, but she pushed me away and said, “No, no, we are doing things differently tonight, remember?”

When everything was ready, we began the routine we had worked out. Each of us had a station prepared with our equipment, about six feet apart – far enough that we could look at each other but not touch. Hanging over us and between us was the timed safe. It held the keys to all our toys, on a string so it would fall right between us where either of us could reach it. All the timing was controlled by my laptop. At the end of half an hour, it would buzz, and then release one hand of each of us. Thus either of us would be able to reach they key and undo all the other locks. This was our safety.

We moved to our stations. I reached out, pushed the key and string up into the timed safe, and snapped it shut, starting the timer. We looked each other in the eyes and began. First, Carol removed her nightie, freeing her big boobs. She stood there in just her thong panties, and I looked her over. I could see her nipples standing up in anticipation already, and I felt my cock stirring in response. She raised her hands over her head and took the classic Greek kore pose, one foot advanced ahead of the other, one of the most graceful poses for a human figure. My eyes feasted on her body, and then met hers. Our glances locked and I knew she understood how I appreciated her.

I hooked my thumb in my waistband and stepped out of my shorts. My cock was already at attention and hardening more as I enjoyed displaying my nakedness. Carol let her gaze rest on it appreciatively and it gave a couple of bounces in reaction. I stood there exposed to her view, letting the feelings build.

Then she gracefully stepped out of her panties. As she straightened up I saw the well-trimmed landing strip that pointed to her pussy. The lips were slightly open and wet already. She spread her legs a little to let me see it well.

It was now time to begin. I reached over to the shelf beside me and picked up the black leather wrist cuffs, lined with red sheepskin fleece. Locking gazes with Carol, I snapped one around each wrist. The black iron rings attached to them rang as I did it. Looking into my eyes, Carol picked up her wrist cuffs and clasped them around her wrists too.

Then we each put on the ankle cuffs, snapping them tight too. We looked at each other, seeing ourselves securely cuffed wrists and ankles. I had often cuffed Carol this way, and she had cuffed me. But somehow, deliberately cuffing ourselves was strangely erotic.

She stepped slightly to the side and straddled her Sybian machine. Above the saddle the two shafts projected, and her legs were spread enough to open her pussy above it. kırklareli escort We had been careful that the front shaft was as much like my cock as possible. Carefully she dribbled oil on the shafts. Then she bent down and snapped her ankle cuffs to the rings we had added to the machine. Her boobs swung forward enticingly as she bent. The first padlocks went onto the cuffs. Now she was locked in until the timer released the keys. She stood up and looked into my eyes. I could see that this was exciting to her too.

First I picked up my vibrating butt plug and carefully worked it into my ass. Behind me was the X shaped cross of wood that we often used. I bent down and, spreading my legs wide, snapped my ankle cuffs to the base of the cross. My hard shaft projected out in front of me. It was standing up stiff and I now swung the arm which brought the male masturbator in front of me. The wires controlling its vibrators trailed behind it. I poured lubricant into it. Carefully I fitted my cock into the soft latex tube lined with tickling fingers. I looked at Carol as my cock throbbed inside it a couple of times.

Carol reached to her shelf and picked up the alligator clamps. Each trailed its wire. She opened one and clamped it onto her erect nipple. She gave a quiet little gasp as the teeth bit into the tender tissue. Then she brought the other one to the other nipple. The pain/pleasure made her twist a bit and I could see her pussy becoming more engorged. Now she took two more wired clamps and carefully placed them on the lips of her cunt. Sometimes I carefully bit her when I was eating her pussy and now the clamps were doing it.

It was my turn. I attached similar clamps to my nipples, and then carefully snapped a pair on my scrotum. The pain/pleasure caused my cock to twitch. I looked at Carol, bound and clamped just six feet away from me.

She looked back into my eyes and slowly squatted down, allowing the front shaft of the Sybian to enter her pussy and the back one to penetrate her anally. Then she reached down and pulled up the straps we had attached and wrapped them around her thighs. She clicked the padlock and she was now tightly bound to the machine.

I reached up and snapped one of my wrist cuffs to the top bar of my X cross and padlocked it there. With the other hand I dipped into the jar of IcyHot and rubbed it on my balls. Then I pressed that cuff against the powerful electromagnet on the other bar. It was held securely until the computer timer released the magnet. Now I was locked, spread eagle, to the cross, my hard dick projecting in front of me into the tube of the masturbator and the gel starting to warm my balls. Carol looked at me and gave me a slight smile.

She dipped into her jar of IcyHot and rubbed on her nipples and into her pussy. Then she raised her arms over her head and slipped both rings on the cuffs to the hook which hung there. She pulled down slightly on the hook to release the ratchet on its strap. Like a seat belt ratchet, when she released the pressure it was ratcheted back, pulling her arms tight stretched over her. I looked over her position, straddling the Sybian, her thighs held tight against it, the shafts double penetrating her, and her boobs pulled up by her upstretched arms. She looked delightfully helpless.

My own feeling of helplessness was also exciting. For a moment we just looked at each other, unable to do anything else. I felt the balm beginning to penetrate my sensitive skin and knew it was doing the same to her. The warmth and cold combined into exquisite pin/pleasure. I felt my shaft getting rock hard as my balls endured the burning pain.

Carol’s eyes reflected the spreading pain/pleasure on her own sex organs. I saw her squirm a bit on the Sybian shaft, and knew her clit and cunt were crying for stimulation. I moved my hips the little bit I could, rubbing my dick in the masturbator tube. We each knew that sexual stimulation would turn our feeling from the pain to the pleasure of the cold heat, but could do nothing about it.

The burning in my scrotum was becoming intense. I tried to wiggle my hips but they were held tight by my stretched legs. afyon escort Carol was also trying to move but she was also held tight. She pushed her chest forward slightly and I knew that her sensitive nipples burned with the balm. I saw her cunt contracting and knew that it was exquisitely painful also. My cock twitched in the masturbator tube as the pain in my balls almost made me scream. Carol was gasping and a soft whimper came from her lips. The cold/heat was intensely painful but also somehow stimulating.

Then the computer gave a soft ding. I knew what that meant. The switches next to my right hand were now active. It was part of the scenario we had carefully prepared and programmed in. I pressed the button which activated her Sybian. The shaft in her cunt began to vibrate. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, the only action she could take. Soon she began to moan softly. I pressed the next button and the shaft added rotation to vibration. I saw her thighs tense as the depths of her pussy were filled with the rotating movement. Her hips gave little jerks against the machine. Her moaning became more intense. I knew the sexual stimulation was adding to the pain/pleasure of the burning gel. Stretched out as she was, arms bound above her head, thighs strapped to the machine, she could do nothing but feel the vibration and rotation caressing her tingling sex organs and absorb it.

She felt for the button near her bound hands. When she pressed it the vibrating bullets in my male masturbator began. My cock had been aching for this stimulation. I pressed as deep into the latex tube as I could, the little fingers inside massaging my cock and driving me toward ejaculation. Then she activated my butt plug and it vibrated against my prostate, increasing the intense stimulation. The tingling in my balls turned to burning flame but the sexual stimulation on my cock countered it. The pain/pleasure built up. Bound to the cross, spread eagle as I was, I could do nothing to enhance the vibration or reduce the pain, only accept it. I closed my eyes and let the feelings in my cock take over.

Then I felt the vibration begin to pulse. It would get strong, driving my excitement to an intense point, and then drop until it was could hardly be felt. I knew she was playing with the controls at her fingertips. It was driving me wild, right to the edge of coming and then back again. I played with my controls too, changing the speed and intensity of the two shafts on the Sybian. I would let the one in her pussy run up and down, and then switch to the one in her ass. Just as I felt ready to send a rush of semen out, the vibrations stopped. The tube was still holding my throbbing cock but I could not even move it the little bit I needed to begin coming. I opened my eyes and stared into hers holding mine.

Her panting and moans showed she was coming close to her climax. I knew the signs well. Before she could get there, I twitched my fingers and cut off the machine. She gave another, louder moan. I saw her hips and thighs twitch as she tried to rub up and down on the shaft but she was too tightly bound for that. As her stimulation subsided, she opened her eyes and gazed steadily at me. I know she was taking in my helplessness as I was hers. Stretched tight and unable to climax, we just stared into each other’s eyes.

The burning cream was subsiding now, lessening its intensifying effect. We stayed this way for several minutes. I took in her entire helplessness, the way her stretching raised her boobs up, how stiff her nipples were. I could see the juices dripping from her cunt onto the saddle of the machine. So vulnerable, so unable to do anything to help herself, her sexiness was multiplied in my mind.

I too was helpless, strapped spread eagle to the X cross, my cock slowly going flaccid in its latex prison. Her eyes were on me and I saw them focus on my cock briefly, then return to meet my gaze. For some minutes we stayed looking deep into each other’s eyes, only six feet apart but completely separated. The cold/hot ointment had worn itself out during our mutual trips to the brink of orgasm and now our needs to cum were slowly subsiding.

The amasya escort mutualism of the bondage, the fact that neither one of us had any control over our own situation, was very exciting. But now the time was come when our program called for the next step of self-torture.

She gave me a little smile. Her fingers twitched on the controls as we had practiced. She gave a little scream and jerked her body as the electricity sparked in the clamps on her nipples. I could see her pussy lips contract with the pain/pleasure.

I did the same. The sharp shock in my nipples brought a reaction that made my ass clench and my cock jerk. I played my fingers on the controls, letting the alligators bite first one nipple and then the other. She was doing the same and I saw her face grimace with each spark.

Then I turned on her Sybian. The rotating pulsing shaft stimulated her pussy and she increased the self-shocks, the pain/pleasure driving her toward a climax. I played shocks across my nipples, and in reward she started my butt plug vibrating. It pressed my prostate and made me want to shoot my semen every time a spark tingled my nipples. I felt the buttons on the controls, and let a short shock jolt my scrotum. The pain/pleasure was intense. A longer jolt to the sack made my dick twitch in the masturbator. She saw that and turned it on. Now I got the timing, and gave myself a shock each time my dick contracted. I felt the semen trying to erupt.

And then she pushed the cutoff switch. All my electricity was gone. I strained to cum but was held just below the threshold. Helpless, I watched her move toward her climax, adding short shocks to her cunt lips to the Sybian’s stimulation. She moaned and her eyes rolled back. She looked so hot, her arms stretched in the air, her cunt and ass strapped to the machine, little sparks jumping on her nipples and pussy as she tortured herself. This was BDSM pain/pleasure play in a new style, and we both were enjoying it.

She was almost there. I pushed the cutoff and all her juice stopped. Her eyes met mine as she moaned and gasped. We were both recovering from the pain, and from the pleasure. Slowly our states of excitement subsided a bit. I could see her eyes running down my body to my cock, still hard enough to twitch. I watched the juices running from her cunt down over the Sybian. Her mouth made little biting motions toward me, and I slowly made a licking motion with my tongue. She smiled as she waited, helpless.

The computer began dinging. I knew that there were twenty dings, spaced three seconds apart, in this signal. I counted them in my mind. “…nineteen … twenty!” With a buzz, the safe dropped down and released the key. The electromagnet let my cuff loose, and I reached out and grabbed the key. Swiftly I unlocked my padlocks and I was free. I stripped off the toys and clamps. I strode the two steps over to Carol. For just a moment I stared into her eyes, relishing her helplessness for a final time. Then swiftly I opened her padlocks.

She rose off the Sybian and flowed into my arms. I pulled the clamps off her nipples and pussy for one last exquisite pain/pleasure. She gasped and then thrust her tongue into my mouth deeply, grinding her body against mine. Holding each other tightly, we staggered to the bed. The bondage experience had left us both highly stimulated and we did not wait for any foreplay.

I threw her down on the bed and she spread her legs wide, waiting for me to penetrate her. My cock sought the warm depths of her cunt immediately. Nothing was gentle, nothing was subtle, nothing was slow. I just rammed into her, and she raised her hips to accept me. In and out I stroked, and she rolled her ass so that her pussy engulfed my cock to its full depth.

Furiously I grabbed her tits and squeezed hard. Her hands grabbed my ass and her nails dug into it deeply. I thrust deep and deep again. She cried out with pleasure as our bodies pounded out the fierce rhythm.

The pressure in my cock grew, and her pussy clamped down on it tighter and tighter. Suddenly my juice spurted into her. Its warmth hit her and drove her to her climax. Her pussy clenched my throbbing cock and we both yelled at the intense sensation. It went on and on as I pumped the warm jizz into her. Her hips thrust up and down and we held each other tightly.

Then it was over. We lay in each other’s arms, savoring the warmth of our locked sex organs. I rolled to my side but did not withdraw. Still united after the greatest sex we had ever experienced, we lapsed into blissful sleep.