As Master requested, i shaved myself, and took a bath. Now i’m wearing a short flimsy summer dress, blue, with thin straps across my shoulders, and Master has decided to tie me up, my hands in the air above me, strapped to the ceiling; i’m helpless.

It’s my first night at Master’s house, and i’m so excited. my little cock is so hard, but it’s tied up tightly between my thighs so i look like a real bitch.

Master comes over to me and i can already smell His cock, and i want it inside me. But i’m just a cunt and must wait for Master to make such decisions.

Master has a knife and he rubs the blunt edge against my throat, making me remember that i am His and that He could slit my throat if He liked. i know this is true and i only bow my head to Master as a gesture that i know He is my Lord and Master.

i have only known Master for a short time and i know i must still prove that that this dirty litle slut is worthy to belong to Master. i know that if i’m not worthy Master could throw me away with the garbage right now. But i know i can be a worthy cunt to my Master and i plan to prove it.

Master already has one cunt under His guidance, a woman, with real tits and a real pussy, and i know that i belong to her as well as my Master. i know that while Master’s satisfaction comes first, his number one cunt’s satisfaction comes next, and my satisfaction is of no consequence.

But of course (and my spine tingles as i remember this,) my satisfaction comes from my satisfying my Master, whatever it takes.

Master slides His blade across my dress’s shoulder straps and it falls to the ground. As Master requested, i am escort kurtköy underwear-less. Master stares at my tiny boy-tits, standing hard for my Master. His eyes move down to my crotch.

It looks like a pussy. Of course it does, because my tiny cock is tied up tightly between my thighs, hidden from view. Though, it sticks out like a big clit at the back.

Master rubs His middle finger across my hairy flat crotch. i tingle with delight.

And coo spontaneously with pleasure. Master’s palm finds its way across my face as he reminds me i should be silent. After i scream in pain like the bitch i am, i decide to keep my mouth tightly shut.

Master walks around to behind me. He grabs hold of my pathetic little penis with His fingers and pulls it back, so it’s as well hidden from the front view as possible. It hurts but i remain silent.

Master strips off and takes a seat in front of me. His number one cunt, a real woman, appears. she is naked, with only a butt plug, and a dildo pushed up her cunt. she is beautiful and at that moment i wish i am her, Master’s number one cunt, a real woman.

Master has ordered her to whip me, and she complies willingly. Standing behind me with a thick belt in her hand she begins. i scream as the first lash cracks across my arse. Master rises and walks to me. His hand again finds it’s way across my face as He reminds me to be silent. He says He doesn’t wish to get up again.

A tear drips down my face even before my treatment has really begun. As the second lash cracks across my bottom, i struggle to remain silent, but i escort beykoz do. Eighteen lashes later my face is wet with tears. i tried my best to remain silent but of course i couldn’t, especially with this being my first session, and Master realizes i need time to get used to it, but i still shiver, knowing i didn’t remain silent as Master had requested.

His bitch walks over to Him, gets on her knees and starts sucking Master’s magnificent cock. i so wish i were her, and my little cock gets so hard. But it’s tied up bet my thighs and it aches horribly. i wish it were loose right now but know better not to ask. i must suffer for my inadequacy, ie. my pathetic cock which forces me to be a cunt and not a man, like Master.

Master stares at me while His bitch sucks his cock and balls. i want to stare back into Master’s eyes but i instead focus on Master’s fantastic prick and sack, wishing i were the one pleasuring them.

Master is about to come, i know it. And my spine tingles again. i wait for the explosion into the cunt’s mouth. But suddenly…

Master’s open palm strikes His cunt, flinging her across the room. she knows it’s Her Master’s wish and after a short scream she quickly recovers and bows in front of Master.

Master rises and walks to me. i’m excited but scared, scared of the violence, but so excited that Master is paying attention to me.

He is in front of me, my eyes on His upright cock, my arms tightly bound above me. my mouth waters for Master’s magnificent manhood, but i know i’m not yet worthy to touch Master upon His splendour.

Master escort üsküdar surprises me though by blessing me with His touch, across my ass, across my restrained little penis. i tingle with delight.

then His finger enters my tight asshole, my virgin asshole, and i close my eyes. But i open them to see Master take His cock in His other hand and He strokes His huge cock while He fucks my asshole with his finger.

i can’t believe i’m so lucky. Master’s hand, as big as it is, only covers a third of His cock as He wanks Himself while a thick finger punishes my virgin asshole. i feel so blessed and tears roll down my face as i thank my Master for this honour.

Finally my Master comes a whole big load of cum. Some of it reaches my waiting skin, but mostly it lands on the floor in front of me. Master moans in pleasure and i moan knowing i’m a part of Master’s pleasure.

Master withdraws His finger from my bum, and He walks behind me.

The sudden release of the ropes above me lets me fall to the floor. “Suck it all up, cunt, ” says Master. He doesn’t need to repeat Himself as i dive down and start lapping up Master’s jism from the floor.

From the corner of my eye i can see Master’s number one cunt watching me in envy as she is denied this incredible honour of licking up Master’s cum from the floor. i feel some sympathy for her, but am glad to be the one with this honour. After all, she has tasted Master’s juice before; so fuck her.

But her long service record does her well as Master orders her to clean off His cock with her tongue. Oh, again i so wish to be her, but i appease myself by cleaning the floor of Master’s juice. i know that someday i will also be the one to clean my Master’s penis with my tongue after He has used my body for His pleasure.

All i need to care about now is that on my first night at Master’s house i was able to eat and swallow my Master’s precious cum, while it was still warm on the ground. Oh, how lucky this cunt is!

“You’re an alpha?” Phoenix asked, Andy only barked once in reply. Clay’s heart was thrumming like a motor as he watched the pack grow nearer. Andy was one thing, he already knew he enjoyed being around him, but a whole pack of strange pups? That made his anxiety escalate to a level far passed comfortable. He quickly turned back towards his Sir, hoping to find an out, but the smirk that greeted him gave it all away. Pup Phoenix realized his handler was in on this, he had probably even planned it with Andy. He scowled at the older man a bit before turning back around, right as Andy began to speak in a voice worthy of Shakespearean dramas.

“Pup Phoenix, my name is Alpha Pup Hatchet, these dashing young pups you see behind me are all members of our pack, We like to call ourselves ‘The Lunartics Pack.’ Lunartics, It is my greatest pleasure to formally introduce you to a brand new fellow pup, Pup Phoenix. Let’s all give him a warm welcome… Lunartic style…” Clay wasn’t sure what to expect next, to be fair, He was still caught up on whether or not Andy was saying Lunatics, or if the moon pun was intentional. He never did get to decide either, as he was cut off by a chorus of howls of all different sounds that lasted for what seemed like eight seconds or so. Evidently, that was the Lunartic way of saying hello. Clay was a little uncertain about this whole situation… but Andy picked up where he left off.

“Now that that’s out the way, let’s get down to it. Pup Phoenix, we formally and happily invite you to join us tonight, as an honorary pack-mate of the Lunartics pack.” Andy accented his statement with a grand, overly exuberant bow, bringing his right arm up and to the side, gesturing at the pack behind him, (Clay could now see there were five pups present, six counting Andy,) before he continued his spill. “Phoenix, should you accept, I swear by my position as Alpha that we will do our absolute best to make your first night out as a pup an unforgettable one. We promise to guide and protect you just as we would any pack-mate until we return you to your handler’s side, and we promise to respect any boundaries you may have… And between you and me, I’ve already scolded these rowdy mutts behind me to be on their best behavior.” He spoke the last part in the same charming tone he’d dazzled Clay with earlier at the shop, and he topped the statement off with a sly wink.

Clay had to admit, the entire display was pretty thoughtful, and, (Surprisingly,) working. He still felt terrified at the thought of leaving his Sir and facing the ever growing, ever more daunting crowd, but he had an entire pack of pups to watch his back. He looked back towards his handler once more, looking for confirmation, but he only received an eyebrow raised as if saying, “Well?” So he turned back towards the awaiting Alpha and spoke his answer.

“Well, Alpha Hatchet, I’d love to meet your pack… Just uh… Go slow? I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.” Andy struggled, (and barley succeeded,) to contain his laughter at the sheer innocence of that remark before he, quite playfully, responded with,

“Don’t worry, Phoenix, I’m well known for going slow.” The pup in red faux coughed “Bullshit,” behind him as he finished that statement. Andy, or rather, Alpha Hatchet, shot the red pup a slight stare.

Clay only smiled, closed his eyes for a moment, and took in a deep breath, building the needed courage before turning back to meet his Sir’s gaze, which was already calmly and intently focused on his pup with a knowing smile on his face. Clay inexplicably felt a wave of warmth as he stared back into those comforting eyes, he felt all the compassion and the trust he needed from that expression, and knew his handler wouldn’t push him into anything that was too much for him. Coach gave him a slight smile and an even slighter nod before he spoke.

“I’m right here if you need me Phoenix, Andy won’t let anything bad happen, if I didn’t believe that, I wouldn’t be pushing you to go. Just be a good puppy, and have fun… Chase some tails, howl at the moon and God knows what else… Just don’t go digging in the trash… I love you, Pup.” His smile got just a bit brighter as he finished speaking. Clay felt as if he couldn’t have stopped himself if he had wanted to as he leaned closer to his handler, pulled his hood up just a bit, and pressed his lips against his Sir’s own. They got to enjoy it for about a half a second before a chorus of howls sounded off behind the pair, both simultaneously taunting and cheering them on. Coach broke the kiss and glared over Clay’s shoulder at the pack of pups for a moment before Clay spoke.

“I love you too, Sir. I’ll try to have fun.” Andy moved behind Clay and clamped his hands over his shoulders before he practically began dragging him away, moving the new pup behind himself escort acıbadem as he continued to walk backwards, smiling the biggest grin in Texas back at the onlooking handler. The coach, in turn, only grumbled something about rolling up a newspaper before turning to Alan and speaking.

“Do you think he’ll be alright?”

Phoenix didn’t have much time to react before the alpha pup was already stealing him away. Once they made it a few steps, two of the other pups hooked each of his arms in their own respectively as the pack of now seven trudged into the crowd and disappeared from the handler’s line of sight. Phoenix felt that recent dash of courage quickly fading as he began to become more conscious of the strange pups beside him. Perhaps Andy picked up on that, as he stopped the pack a few steps further and spoke.

“Alright Lunartics, get those introductions in! We’ve got a whole lot of fun to cover in a short bit of time.” It was at this point Clay stopped and finally realized something, each pup had a different colored hood on, and each seemed to have their own different personalities. Andy, or rather, Hatchet was in orange, Clay knew enough about him already. The red pup introduced himself next as Blaze. Blaze was just a bit taller than Clay was, but was covered in husky muscle and thick fur, wearing nothing but a matching pair of red underwear. Blaze was the second in command, and Clay could see why, He exuded an aura of gentle, but strong care. There were both light and dark blue pups, which were a couple named Frost and Arrow respectively. Clay found their relationship kind of adorable, as the darker blue tenderly licked the lighter blue’s ear as the introduction was made. The next pup had a purple hood, he went by the name Omen. Clay found he was more the strong silent type, with a more somber approach to things compared to the rest of the pack. When Omen did speak, it was with a heavy Hispanic accent that oddly made Clay’s heart flutter in place when he heard it.. The last one, in green, sheepishly told Phoenix he was called Mint. It appeared Mint was the bashful pup of the pack, as well as the shortest and most recent addition. Clay wasn’t sure he would be able to remember each of those names, but he promised himself he would at least try. After the introductions were covered, Andy, (Rather Alpha Hatchet,) started back up.

“Omen, go fetch some libations to celebrate the completion of our ‘Rainbow,’ Frost, Arrow, go snag us that open corner table for a bit.” The three pups who received orders went about their tasks as the remaining four talked a bit longer. “Blaze, as my main beta and the pack protector, you’re on guard duty tonight. I want Phoenix in your line of sight at all times. Keep any trouble away from him tonight.” The muscular red pup barked once in understanding and flexed his arms as if in acceptance of the task. He enjoyed his role as the muscle of the pack. “Mint, as the most recent pup aside from Phoenix here, you’ll explain things when needed, I’m counting on you to show him the ropes and fill him in as you see fit.” The modest green pup nodded in confirmation. “Sweet. With that squared away, let’s join the others at the table to get our game plan smoothed out.” The pack moved to the table the blue pups had secured, and after a moment or so, Omen came walking up with a tray of seven purple shots before setting them in the center. Clay wasn’t certain how he felt about alcohol… his father had sort of ruined the image for him, but nonetheless, he listened on as the Alpha went on about the plan for the evening. (Which was essentially divide and conquer. Splitting up into groups and making their rounds.) As he finished, he reached and grabbed one of the shots from the tray and held it out in front of himself. The other pups followed suit, aside from Clay, who was feeling wary of drinking the liquid. He didn’t want to get into trouble, and didn’t think his Sir would approve of underage drinking, not to mention he was afraid deep down that he may even behave as his father did after liquor was in his system. The Alpha noticed the hesitancy, and addressed it accordingly.

“Phoenix, I won’t pressure you to drink it… but for the record, we all know you’re underaged. Don’t worry, we aren’t going to let you get plastered, but as your first night out, we figured at least one toast should be made in light of your presence here with us. It’s your choice, pup.” Clay decided the Alpha was right, he should experience all this night had to offer, his internal fear of becoming like his father be damned. So he too reached for his shot and brought it up to the circle with the rest of the pack as Andy made a toast, in the same ringmaster voice he had used earlier.

“Lunartics, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate escort bağdat caddesi the birth of an honorary pack-mate, Pup Phoenix, and to celebrate us gaining a yellow pup and completing our rainbow of hoods. Any roles have been assigned, our mission is lined out, and our pup spirit is strong! Let’s give them absolute hell pups!” The Alpha raised his shot glass to the center and the pack all clanked theirs against his own. Clay watched the rest of their pack take their shots, and flashed a look around. The red pup, Blaze, caught his gaze and gave him a quick wink before shooting his, So Clay brought the drink under his hood to his lips, tilted his head back, and tasted his first real taste of alcohol. It tasted like sour grapes, and numbed his tongue a bit, but overall, was pretty damned good. The pack-mates all brought their glasses down on the table, and let out howls of celebration as each finished. Clay followed suit, and howled as loudly as possible right along with them. It seemed like a simple thing to the pup, but it truly felt amazing. He hadn’t even noticed that his uncertainty had almost all but dissolved entirely by that point. He didn’t really know these pups, but they felt like long time friends already.

The pack separated into groups of two, save for Clay, who was paired with Blaze and Mint. The smaller groups began making their rounds throughout the bar, stopping to say hello to known acquaintances, introducing the fresh yellow pup to the community, and Mint and Blaze answering the questions he constantly seemed to have. Clay almost felt like a burden for the other two pups, but they quickly reassured him that he was in no sense one. Everyone had to start somewhere after all.

In-between greetings, Clay asked Mint a few questions about how he had joined the pack. The green pup told him he was at the bar a few months back after moving to the area. He had come out for the first time here in his gear to try and make some pup friends, but ran into a creeper that wouldn’t leave him be. Even after he requested to be left alone, the guy kept persistently trying to touch the pup. It was around that time that Blaze had happened to pop in. When he realized what was going on, he intervened.

“So he saw you were in trouble and just jumped in?” Clay asked honestly.

“Welllll… not quite. He spotted another pup, that was for sure, but he wanted to respect me, so he let me be. You see, he thought I was that guy’s pup, though considering how handsy he was being, that was an easy mistake.”

“So what happened? What made him change his mind?” Clay was genuinely curious at this point.

“I saw him pull on Mint’s tail.” Blaze had chimed in at that part. “I watched it happen, and saw the panic as he tried to get the jerk to just leave him the fuck alone… So my protective instincts kicked into overdrive and I saw red… I walked up to them, put my arm around Mint, and told the guy if he touched my pup one more time I’d break his fucking fingers. Then I walked him away from the asshole and outside. I apologized for the guise I used and for calling him my pup, but he thanked me for it. The rest, is history.” Phoenix saw Mint dip his head a bit at the embarrassment, and would’ve sworn the green pup was turning red under that hood before he replied.

“Blaze was my hero that day, and the first friend I made here… Since then, this pack has been the best family I could have ever asked for.” Blaze beamed with pride at the small pup’s praise. Clay simply smiled with them before the trio moved to the next introduction, he knew how Mint had felt. He had been rescued by his own hero just a few short days earlier, after all. Regardless if it felt like a lifetime away to Clay.

After about thirty or so minutes of various introductions and conversation, the pups heard a loud whistle. It was Hatchet calling the pack back together, (Or so Mint had explained,) so the trio regrouped with the Alpha and the rest of the waiting pups.

“So, enjoying yourself so far Phoenix?” the Alpha spoke with his usual flirty tone.

“Yes, you’ve got yourself a really good pack, Alpha. Thank you for including me.” Hatchet only nodded once before thanking the pup for joining them.

“Alright Lunartics, I think it’s time we introduced Phoenix here to the best medicine for the gay pup’s soul, the dance floor.” The pack howled on, cheering at the suggestion. Clay however, only mentally panicked as the Alpha grabbed him by the hand, and, for the second time that night, practically dragged the young pup behind him. When they reached the dance floor, Hatchet turned back to face the pup who was practically shaking out of his hood from his nerves, and gently placed his hands on the other pup’s own before speaking.

“You escort kozyatağı alright? You seem freaked out?” Clay answered honestly.

“No, Andy, er, Alpha… I have no idea how to dance…” Clay let his head drop a bit as he admitted that fault. The orange Alpha only smiled gently and chuckled a bit before he paused a moment, thinking of the right words to say. When he found them, he leaned closer into Phoenix’s ear.

“Clay, between you and me, NOBODY knows how to dance at first. Will you trust me?” Clay nervously nodded once in confirmation before the Alpha continued.

“Close your eyes. Now feel the music, the vibrations as they thrum through your chest, your feet, your head. Sway with them a bit, just try to match the pace, ok?” Clay obeyed. He closed his eyes, concentrated on the music, and in a moment, was gently swaying to the frantic beat. Andy continued after.

“That’s it! You’re getting it! Keep doing that, but take in a deep breath, tell me what you smell?” Clay again followed the request, and replied back after a few heavy breaths.

“It smells like… pepper? Maybe light onion? It honestly reminds me of the locker rooms at school, the smell of sweat…”

“Good. Now, focus on that smell. Open your eyes, watch the lights as they flicker through this crowd, as they flicker over me and you. Do you Hear and feel the music? let the scent take you higher, let it encompass your headspace, let the beat move your feet… and let it all go. Nobody is watching you, Clay. Nobody but me. Let your reservations go… and dance with me pup.” Andy released the nervous pup’s hands and placed them on his hips instead. He began to sway with the young pup, and Clay did also. He did as the Alpha asked, and slowly, their swaying increased, little by little, until their feet were moving. The Alpha grabbed Clay’s own hands once more, and placed them on his warm chest, returning his to Clay’s afterwards. Clay let his hands begin to wander over the Alpha’s flesh as he really got into it. The beat picked up a bit, and their movements did also to match the speeding tempo. In a matter of minutes, Clayton Knotter, a boy who moments ago was terrified of what unknown things the night may bring, was dancing and moving with the beat, and the pleasantly compassionate Alpha of the Lunartics. And it was absolutely one of the best feelings he’d ever experienced.

As his courage grew, he began to look around, the rest of the pack was stationed around the pair, some partnered off and dancing as Clay and Andy were, some simply doing their own thing, but all of them enjoying themselves. Clay let any remaining reservations go, his movements became more limber, free even. He gained a sort of bounce to his steps. His tail, still poking from his shorts, wagged around happily with his movements. He bobbed and rubbed against the Alpha as the pack did the same around them. Clay was riding the newfound high so much that he even began jumping lightly around, losing all bearings of time or orientation, letting the here and now swallow him up whole. He danced for over twenty minutes with the Alpha, before Blaze tapped his shoulder and cut in. In a few minutes, Omen, the purple pup, did the same. Clay happily accepted both, and danced as feverishly as possible with each pup that asked. He was in pure bliss, and riding that high for everything it was worth. He felt he belonged, he felt worthy, he felt, for the first time since his mother had passed away, like he had a family. A family that loved him. A family that supported him. A family that knew what he needed, and happily obliged that need. He had found a home. So he danced even more feverishly, letting that feeling of belonging fuel his drive to simply be one with the pack and their movements.

He got so caught up in the ritualistic movement, that he lost track of his surroundings a bit too much, and felt something press into his back, something sweaty, warm, and alive. He turned to apologize to the man, with a smile beneath his hood. But what he saw made his eyes go wide and stripped away that smile so quickly it nearly gave him whiplash. He had bumped into another man alright… A man who was a bit over 6ft tall. A man who had beautifully dark eyes, and a mahogany skin complexion that was drenched in sweat. Skin that he had dreamt about feeling against his own for many years.

On the last Saturday of Spring Break, on a crowded dance floor at a gay bar two hours away from his hometown, in the midst of some of the greatest freedom he had ever felt, amid the best company he had ever known, Pup Phoenix had found himself face to face with his best friend since grade school. Face to face with Axel…

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Well folks, hope you enjoyed the little twist. And I know, it’s been like 6 chapters since a sex scene, but another is coming shortly. Again, these last few chapters are mainly about setting up the events leading to the climax. Still have plenty of chapters to go before it’s over though.

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“What are you playing at Sarah, that’s the third cup today?”

“Sorry Ma-am, I was not thinking.”

“Fetch the strap I’ll give you something to think about then.”

Ben and Tom’s ears pricked up.

Cook cleared the bread making table and took the strap off Sarah.

“Well girl, you expecting me to undress you, you really are in a different place these last few days.”

Sarah removed her dress.

“Knickers too dopey, and maybe as we have the boys here a bit of humility would not go amiss, so, bra too.”

Both boys adjusted their cocks in their pants.

Sarah was a plumpish girl maybe 5′ 8″ and 140 pounds with tits the size of melons, which stuck out firm and proud from her body. No nipples of any consequence on show, well not stood out, yet.

“Bend over, tits to the table, hands gripping the other side, legs wider, SLAPPPP, I said wider girl, and you do not move a muscle until I say so.”

“No Ma-am, sorry Ma-am.”

“Looks like your father has already caned you lately girl, what did you do?”

It was my uncle Ma-am, I was at his house and spilt some milk.”

“Quite right too, tell me girl, who else spanks you?”

Sarah took a deep breath, “Father, mother, elder sister Irene, 2 elder brothers, Bob and Jack and uncle William.”

“Wow you must be a real naughty girl at home, are you?”

“Please Ma-am my sis and brothers usually spank me when they have friends round, I don’t have to have been naughty.”

“Hmm, anyway I see I have been very lax with you my girl, WHOOSH CRACK, so lets make up a little for it.

You’ll get 10 and a message for Mr. Brown,” WHOOSH CRACK

“Please no Ma-am please, I’ll be a good girl and maybe if you leather me every morning it will help me concentrate.”

“And a letter for your father for answering back.”

This brought on the water works that and cooks last five, WWHHOOSSHH CCRRAACCKK.

The boys moved round to see cooks leather work and were very impressed.

“Stay down till I write the notes.

“Wow Ben, look at them flaps,” Sarah closed her legs.

Tom poked her slit and she let out a kick, just as cook was coming out of her office. Cook opened the table draw and pulled out the wooden spoon, I told you not to move girl, legs as wide as the will go. Cook gave her 5 sharp whoops on her pussy lips, “Open means open. Corner girl.”

The boys were glad they hung about, she had ridges on her tits off the rippled table and nipples big enough to hang your coat and cap on.

SLAPP, “Now take this note to Mr. Brown, he’ll like as not deal with you there and then, I told him I don’t need you for an hour.”

Sarah burst into tears again as cook went back to the office.

“No point putting your knickers back on Sarah, Mr. Brown will soon have those down and off.”

“Not only that Ben he likes tits to swing free.” Hey Sarah, if I go first with your note and make some story up so you get less of a spanking will you strip for me and Ben and let us touch you up afterwards?”

She was ready to say no.

“And we will strip for you and you can play with us.”

She nodded and escort ataköy Tom ran upstairs with her note saying it was not her but him who broke the saucer and she took the blame for him as she knew he had been beaten the day before.

Sarah composed and got to the office door just as Tom had come out and closed it.

“You had better start crying now and in distress.”

“I can not juts put it on Tom.”

He lead her back to the top of the back stair case,and quick as lightening lifted her dress, pulled down her knickers and have her 5 rapid slaps on top of the leathering she just got off cook, she burst into tears and Tom lead her back to the office door and knocked.

**********

It was Friday morning, not just any Friday morning but the Friday morning PaPa was going to give Abi, Lee and MaMa their well overdue maintenance.

“Abi, please may we have our breakfast in our dining room?”

“Yes, darling Lee, of course, what would you like?”

“Perhaps a slice of toast.”

“Are you scared about our date with PaPa?”

“No, not scared.” Lee rubbed her pussy.

“Ah, excited?”

“No, not exactly excited.”

“Apprehensive maybe?”

“Do you know Abi I have no idea, maybe all of those and some more, ” she rubber her pussy again, would I sound silly to say I was not in the least bit scared and if I had a chance to not go, I would not take it, I’d go. It’s going to be a very special day.”

“Go for a pee for goodness sake.”

Lee went for a pee, she was almost bursting.

“Your such a good girl Lee.” Abi kissed her forehead.

“Abi?”

“Yes my dear.”

“If I am a good girl, please may I have a good girl spanking?”

“Yes my darling girl, as asked so politely it will be a very light one as we will be at PaPa’s in under 2 hours.”

Lee stripped just as Tom brought in the breakfast.

“So sorry Mistress Abi, I should have knocked”,

“Yes you should, it will be reported to Mr. Brown.”

“Oh my, yes Mistress I deserve it, sorry Mistress Lee.” Tom looked gutted.

“Unless you want Mistress Lee to deal with you?”

“Yes please Mistress, and please beat me as you see fit..” Tom left the room.

“Can we wank his brains out too Abi, can we, can we?”

“Yes, of course.” they both grinned

Breakfast came and went, Lee just nibbled her toast.

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“Ah, come in Sarah, just looking through your records and its pretty exemplary, just the odd punishment on your assessment result days. Would you like to tell me, in your own words exactly why Cook had to send you to me?”

“Yes Sir, and thank you for affording me your busy time this morning. Cook said my mind was elsewhere this morning. I accidentally broke a saucer and she took the belt to my naked bottom, and I deserved it, will pay for it, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about that now, I feel under the circumstances just a few reminders are needed, strip naked.”

“Yes Sir, bra too Sir, will you be spanking my titties?”

“Yes and no.”

She stood naked and trembling and began to cry. Mr. Brown laid her head on his shoulders.

“There, escort istanbul there little one, let it all out, so she did, worried about her fathers belt, she stopped.

“As you are so upset my dear, instead of going on the girls rack, I intend to spank you over my knee then you may bend over for my belt.”

“Oh thank you Sir, you have always been very kind to me.”

He duly spanked her, thorough but not excessive, she cried and cried.

He rubbed her bottom, it was amply sized, just like Mrs. Browns, except white.

“Stand up, he undid his belt before her eyes, she whimpered, put your hands on the desk and bend.

He was not going to belt her but did want to see her hanging tits so had no option.

He managed a feel as he mover her to a better position for his swing.

She took her 10 well and her tits swung like pendulums, wonderful.

He hugged her and she just put her dress on and left, knickers and bra in hand, “Once again so sorry to hear about your dogs accident,” she cried as she left, or she would have laughed.

Ben and Tom were waiting for her and they went out into the yard to an out building.

“You have impressed me Tom and are very high in my esteem, apart from doing me, I’m all yours.

They all stripped and all sucked and nibbled every part of each others body, she managed to suck Ben but not take his full length and licked Tom from balls to tip all along his shaft.

To finish she bent over and took each cock in turn between her legs, not in her pussy, she rubbed their cock ends as they popped in and out of her legs but rubbing her bottom and clit as the boys thrust.

All sweaty and all cummed out they went their separate ways, with Sarah’s parting comment to Tom, ” Got to bury my dog.”

She laughed all the way home and showered before handing the note to her Father.

**********

Abi and Lee put on their dressing gowns and walked hand in hand to PaPa’s suite.

They took a deep breath and Abi knocked.

PaPa answered the door and kissed each one on the cheek as they came in.

Lee gasped as she saw MaMa naked in a corner her bottom glowing bright red.

“Don’t worry Lee, MaMa had that spanking coming all week. Put your dressing gown on the table girls and one either side of MaMa, do you need the toilet Lee?”

MaMa and Abi answered before Lee opened her mouth, “No PaPa she is only excited PaPa?”

When all were in a line, legs slightly apart and hands on head He instructed them to turn.

He smiled at the 2 girly figures either side of the womanly figures of his young wife.

She was 5’6″ and 34,c cup yet only weighed around 120 pounds.

Now ladies you are all here together let me explain proceedings.

Our gathering will me monthly now as I have opened an office in Leeds so will be home every evening going forward.

MaMa whispered to Lee, “told you there would be a speech.”

3 Steps forward MaMa, He picked up His cane and walked to her side and whipped down 3 full and hard strokes across her tits.

Her hands never moved and she whimpered.

“Who escort çapa does the talking unless asked?”

“You do Sir, and I apologise, I should know better.”

So, going forward, get back in line my dear, we will meet here every 4 weeks.

“In between your maintenance, every Friday morning I will issue the spanking earned that past week, you 2 together here, you in my lounge.”

“Any or all could be called to my sitting room if I think you deserve a ‘good girl’ spanking, so its not all doom and gloom.”

They all nodded, Lee’s hand came off her head and rubbed her pussy.

He was just going to comment and realise, she was excited.

He went on a few more minutes then got to the punch line.

You will lay on the bed here, here and here, He pointed to one either side of the bed, one top, one bottom and the third at the bottom of the bed, pointing upwards toward the one at the top of the bed.”

“You will receive 20 lashes each of my belt in turn, then 10 strokes of the cane, Lee the junior, Abigail the intermediate, and you my love, the senior.

“Let me reiterate this is by no means a punishment and should never be thought of as one, you will know when it is a punishment, I assure you.

This is your 4 weekly maintenance, it has two functions, one to remind you how you have to behave for the next 4 weeks, and secondly to catch up on anything you may think you have got away with in the past. Now you three are my family I am obliged to keep you all in your places.”

They all nodded and Lee came out with, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“Places please ladies, Lee waited till the other 2 got their positions and she took up the third. Ben over, arms and hands on the bed, bottoms up.”

Clasp hands Ladies, we do not want any hands wandering back and start the count again.

PaPa removed his thick black belt from around his waist.

MaMa, was first, he raised his arm shoulder high and brought the belt down in a whipping motion, so it hit the bottom and rubbed itself further down to make a wider mark, she was crying at 13, Abi second and crying at 7, Lee last and sobbing as she bent over but PaPa showed no favouritism, they all got the same.

PaPa rubbed the bottoms in turn and gave them a few minutes as he lay each chosen cane next to the recipient.

“Bottom high Lee.”

She pushed up as high as she could and spread her legs as wide as she could so Papa had plenty of her skinny bottom to cane.

“Good girl Lee, ” WHOOSH CRACK, one straight after the other from her waist down, “Brace for the last,” WWWHHHOOOSSSHHH CCCRRRAAACCCKKK, set diagonally across the last 9.

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww,” she screamed but never moved from her place.

The other two received theirs with a similar screaming conclusion.

All stayed down, Lee, Abigail join me on the settee, all 3 cuddled. “Good brave ladies, you made PaPa very proud today, you may go now.”

They picked up their dressing gowns and began to leave, Lee put her hand up, “Yes Lee.”

“Please Sir, this has been my best birthday ever.”

He called them back in and hugged Lee, happy birthday sweet girl, how old are you?”

“21 Sir,”

“Then this evening we will celebrate.”

He watched his 2 charges walking naked down the corridor, both equally striped and red bottomed.

He went back into his bedroom, “bottom high MaMa,” he mounted her from behind…

Claire returned to her table to find the check laying in its usual spot. She picked it up to look at it. There was a white business card concealed beneath the check. She turned it over.

Mock Rape, inc.
Dark Fantasies Fulfilled

There was a phone number and logo which pictured a pair of feminine hands bound at the wrists. Claire stared at the card for a few moments in shock and puzzlement, then laid it face down as she had found it. She flagged down the waitress.

“Janet, did you leave this here?”

“No, what is it?”

Claire turned the card over.

“Oh, my god! Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know. It was under the check when I picked it up. I thought you might have put it there.”

“No, I’ve never seen it before. It’s sort of scary. You want me to call the manager?”

“No, don’t. I’m not sure I want anyone else to see it. You didn’t see who put it there?”

“I wasn’t watching. This is lunch hour and it’s pretty busy. I can’t imagine who would have left it.”

“Have you ever seen one before?”

“Never. You want me to throw it away for you?”

“I think I’d better keep it. I want to see if I can find out where it came from. Would you watch to see if any more turn up?”

“Sure, I’ll keep an eye out. I’ll let you know if I see anything.”

“Thanks.” Claire paid her tab and left. As she went out the door, she couldn’t help the feeling that she was being watched. She scanned the room but no one was paying any attention to her and she didn’t see any unfamiliar faces. She decided she was being paranoid and returned to work.

At work, she found it difficult to concentrate. On two occasions she took the card out of her purse and looked at it, then hurriedly put it back for fear someone else might notice. As the afternoon wore on, Claire’s agitation increased. Finally, it was time to leave. Claire looked around as she left the building, but didn’t see anything unusual.

Claire warmed up some leftovers when she got home and tried to sort out her feelings as she ate. She was annoyed at the impact the card had on her equanimity. She was in an emotional uproar although nothing had actually happened. If she looked at it logically, nothing was likely to happen. The import of the card was that the next move was hers.

Nonetheless, she was disturbed. How had the card come to her? Was it random, or had she been selected to receive it? Was someone watching her? If she was a specific rather than a random target, why had she been selected? She felt insulted, frightened, and intrigued all at the same time. What made ‘them’ (whoever ‘they’ were) think she was interested? .

Was she interested? That was perhaps the most disturbing question. She supposed that most women had some sort of rape fantasy. Of course, no one wanted to be raped, but the idea of a man taking control of her, having his way with her, did have it’s erotic aspects. There was a reason for the popularity of the bodice ripper genre. She had even read a few herself. Nevertheless, Claire found these sorts of feelings embarrassing, although she had to admit to herself that suppressing them only increased her turmoil. Maybe she should call the number on the card. She could at least try to get some of her questions answered. But it was scary. Receiving such a card was not normal. It could be dangerous. And even scarier was the possibility that she might surrender herself to the sorts of feelings that the card inspired. She decided to ignore it. After a day or two she would forget the card and things would be normal again.

Claire’s next day at work was even more miserable than the previous one. She had brought her lunch and ate at her desk. She was afraid to go out-well, not really afraid, she told herself, just appropriately cautious. The day dragged on. She tried to bury herself in her work, but all she could think about was the little white card. She felt her coworkers were becoming aware of her agitation. She got almost nothing done. Finally, she made an excuse and left a couple of hours early.

At home, Claire made some tea. This was driving her crazy. She was angry that her life had been taken over like this. It made her even angrier that she allowed it to happen. It was just a stupid white business card. It wasn’t doing anything to her. She was doing it to herself.

“Stop it!”, Claire shouted. Getting angry seemed to help. She knew she had to call the number. The shot of adrenalin provided the necessary resolve. It was the only way to take back control of her life. She didn’t have to subscribe to or purchase whatever it was. What she needed was a confrontation with these people. She would tell these people what she thought of them. She dialed the phone.

“Hello, Ms. Dunbar. I’m glad to hear from you. My name is Malcolm.”

“You know my name! Who are you? What do you want from me?” Malcolm had shattered Claire’s aplomb before she had even spoken a word. She wanted to hang up, but that would only make things worse. She would fatih escort bayan have to talk to Malcolm.

“Relax, it’s only caller ID. My phone tells me that I’m being called by ‘Dunbar, C.’. You must be Claire.”

“You do know who I am. Oh, god, I’m being stalked.”

“Hardly. After all, you called me. So, what can I do for you?”

“I got your card. Where did it come from? Why did I get it? Was it random, or was I supposed to get it?”

“The card was intended for you. Targeted marketing is essential in our business. Soliciting the wrong person can be embarrassing for all concerned.”

“But how…who…why me?”

“As I said before, you called. Someone who was uninterested would simply have thrown the card away. She would never have called. You called.”

“But I just called to find out what this is all about. I didn’t call to hire you to do whatever it is you do.”

“So wouldn’t you like to know about what it is we do? As long as you’re on the phone, you might as well find out what it is you’re so frightened of.”

“I’m not frightened. I just want to know what’s going on.”

“As much as I hate to contradict a customer…”

“I’m not a customer.”

“Well, potential customer. Regardless, right now you don’t sound like a woman who’s cool, calm, and collected.”

“Who can be cool and calm when they’re being harassed? You don’t…”

“Claire…Claire, relax. Take a deep breath. Again. Once more. Good. I hate to keep repeating myself, but you called me.”

“But you started it. You gave me that card.”

“You could have thrown it away. You didn’t have to call. Now, wouldn’t you like to hear what we have to offer?”

“Alright. Tell me. Get it over with.”

“As you wish. We provide a service. We will fulfill your darkest fantasies. All you have to do is fill out a form, outlining your fantasies in as much or as little detail as you like. We will make them come true with no real danger to yourself. You will survive the experience unharmed and free of any diseases you do not already have. Once you receive the form, just fill it out and send it in with your payment and we’ll do the rest.”

“I’m still not sure exactly what you do.”

“You tell us. You’re the customer. Shall I send you a form?”

“I don’t think so. This doesn’t sound like my sort of thing.”

“If you say so, but it won’t hurt to look over the form. There’s no obligation and nothing will happen unless you send it in with payment.”

“So what do you charge for this ‘service’.”

“The cost is $1500 with a $500 rebate if you complete the fantasy. You can cancel at any time, even during your experience”

“I don’t understand. Why a rebate?”

“The rebate functions as coercion. You will be given a code word. If you say the word at any time, the fantasy is over in that instant. Many of our customers are turned on by the element of coercion. Since that’s lost if they can stop any time they want, we have provided an incentive not to use the word. If you use the word, you lose your rebate. Use of the word will cost you $500.”

“Either way, that’s a lot of money.”

“And what price would you put on fantasy? Think of it as a vacation. Surely you’d spend $1000 on a vacation.”

“Yeah, but a vacation would be a week or more, not an hour or two.”

“Typically, our fantasies take 24 to 48 hours. Consider it a weekend vacation. You couldn’t get an individually tailored vacation for that amount of money anywhere.”

“What if I didn’t like it?”

“Just say the word and it stops. Shall I send you the forms?”

“OK. Send me the forms. You don’t do anything unless I send them in-that’s for sure isn’t it?”

“That’s for sure. This is a commercial enterprise. If you don’t pay, you don’t get a fantasy.”

“I’ll look at the forms, but there’s no way I’m doing this.”

“That’s quite alright. It’s your decision. Thank you for calling, Claire. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

Claire felt better. She still had mixed emotions about the whole thing, but at least she had some idea what it was all about and felt reasonably sure nothing would happen unless she sent the forms back. She slept more soundly that night than she had since the card had first appeared.

The next day she came home to find an envelope in the mail with no return address. She opened it to find a cover letter and several pages of forms. She read the letter.

Dear Claire:

Thank you for considering our services. MRI hopes to provide you with a fantasy that you will find fulfilling. In order to design an experience that is suited to your desires, please fill out the attached forms. Put an ‘X’ next to the items you wish to exclude and an ‘O’ next to the items you would like included. All other items will be optional at our discretion. We suggest you mark as few items as possible, since the essence of this experience is the surrender of yourself to your guide. Most of our customers find they enjoy escort bayan bakırköy the experience more when they don’t know what is going to happen.

After you finish, return it in the enclosed envelope along with $1,500. Personal checks are accepted, but your fantasy will not take place until the check has cleared.

Your code word is ‘consanguinity’. This is not a word you are likely to use in normal conversation, so there will be no doubt as to your intent should you use it. Remember that there is a $500 charge for use of your word. If you complete your fantasy without using the word, you will receive a rebate of $500.

After receipt of your payment and paperwork, we will begin work on designing your fantasy. Your fantasy will take place anywhere from 2 days to 2 months after payment clears. You will not be informed when it will take place. It will simply happen to you. The timing may or may not be convenient, so you may want to make preparations to be gone for a day or two without notice to anyone. We trust you will not disclose the true nature of your absence.

Thank you for considering MRI. We look forward to serving you.

Malcolm

Claire looked over the forms They listed a wide variety of sexual activities. She started filling them out. She had no intention of mailing the forms, but there was a certain vicarious thrill attached to the process of filling them in. She listed her name and put her code word in the appropriate blank.

She browsed the lists. Oral, anal, and vaginal penetration. She put an ‘X’ next to anal. She almost marked out oral. She’d never done a blow job. She was mildly repulsed by the idea, but left it in anyway. She also marked out ‘gang bang’ and ‘lesbian experience’. Her fantasies were usually more private, one-on-one. She went on down the list. Vibrators, dildos, autoeroticism. Leave it up to them. Bondage, spanking. Spanking? Well, maybe. She could always stop if it was too much. Water sports, piss drinking. Both out. She didn’t put any O’s on the sheet. It would be more fun if left up to them. Piercing, branding, tattoos. No, no, and no. This part was getting scary. Servitude, obedience training. Another maybe. She could always stop it. She finished the form, then put it in the return envelope, then secreted the envelope in her jewelry box. She didn’t want it laying around where someone might see it.

Claire was nearly back to normal the next day at work. She still felt some anxiety, but she was no longer troubled by the white card. It’s place had been taken by the envelope. She kept thinking about it. It didn’t upset her the way the card had, but neither could she get it out of her mind.

At home that evening, she took the forms out again and looked at them. The thought occurred to her that she had not given Malcolm her address. She was not in the phone book. Nevertheless, the envelope had arrived, correctly addressed. These people had known where she lived. Malcolm had also avoided the question of how and why she had been chosen to receive the card, but had made it clear that there was nothing random about her possession of it. And how had the card been delivered? Claire began to feel that her original fears had been justified. What had drawn their attention to her?

Claire threw the forms in the trash, then pulled them out again. In spite of the apprehension she felt, she was drawn by what the forms represented. She thought about calling Malcolm again, but decided not to. The result of her last attempt to give Malcolm and his people a piece of her mind was the envelope in her hand. What would Malcolm talk her into if she called him again?

Tension built up in Claire over the next several days. She continued taking her lunch to work so she wouldn’t have to go out. She was suspicious of any strangers who looked at her. She could find no real sign of anyone watching her, but she felt as if she was being stalked. The envelope was always in her thoughts. It frightened her, but it excited her, too.

Increasingly, the envelope preyed on her mind. One evening several days later, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She wrote a check and dropped the envelope in the mail. She still had a couple of days to stop the check, she told herself. What was odd was the sense of relief she felt. The problem was now out of her hands. At the same time, she was appalled. She had just paid someone $1000 to rape her. Claire was pretty sure this was not normal behavior. Why did she feel relief after mailing the envelope?

Claire went to bed and slept fitfully. The next day she was as troubled as ever. Finally, late in the day, she called the bank to stop the check, but it had already cleared. Claire couldn’t believe it. They shouldn’t even have received it yet. How could she have been such an idiot? Her money was gone and they were going to do god only knew what to her. She could always use the code word, but that would cost her $500 and she was not altogether convinced they would honor it.

When escort bodrum she got home, she located the white card and called Malcolm’s number. It was disconnected. Now she was really frightened. She considered going to the police, but no crime had actually been committed. Besides, Malcolm had her check and the forms she’d filled out. She could imagine how embarrassing it would be if they should be produced.

A nervous month went by and Claire had nearly convinced herself that it had all been a con and nothing was going to happen. As she left work one evening, there was a van she’d never seen before parked next to her car. She was suspicious and walked up behind the van, peering through the windows. It was dark in the van, but it appeared to be empty. She walked to her car and fumbled with the key. It didn’t seem to want to go in the door lock. Claire looked closely and realized something was jammed in the lock, preventing her key from going in. About the time this realization dawned, the van door was flung open. A canvas bag was pulled over her head and tied about her neck. Claire was pulled into the van and her wrists were tied behind her and her ankles bound. Then she was laid in one of the seats and fastened down with seatbelts. The van pulled out of the parking garage into traffic.

Claire considered her predicament. She was bound and uncomfortable, but not unbearably so. For a moment she panicked, unable to remember her code word. Consanguinity, that was it, consanguinity. Claire clung to the word. It was her life buoy.

The van continued its journey. Claire was trying to decide if there were one or two abductors. She had never actually felt more than one pair of hands on her at any one time, but her ankles had been bound so rapidly after her wrists, she suspected there were either two men or one very fast one. There were no sounds in the van. No conversation, no radio, nothing to give her a sense of time.

After what she guessed was more than thirty minutes and less than two hours, the van stopped. She heard only one front door open, then the side door opened. Claire’s ankles were untied and she was pulled from the van and set on her feet. The bag was removed from her head and a blindfold quickly tied into place.

Claire had gotten only a brief look at her surroundings before the blindfold had cut off her sight again. She was in a garage. It was large enough for two or three vehicles in addition to the van. She had been unable to see her abductor.

A choke chain collar was looped around her neck. She resisted the first tug, but a sharp snap of the leash closed the chain tightly about her neck. Claire gurgled and stumbled forward. She was led through a door which was closed with a heavy thud, then locked. The echo of her heels clicking on the hard floor told her she was in a corridor. She was led down the corridor and through another equally heavy door. The floor here was thinly carpeted. After a few paces, the leash went slack and Claire stopped. She stood waiting for whatever was next. Bound and blindfolded, there was nothing else to do. Claire’s emotions were conflicted. She didn’t feel particularly aroused. Apprehension and curiosity predominated. After what she guessed was several minutes nothing had happened.

“Hello,” she called. “Is anyone …”

“Silence. You have not been given permission to speak.”

Claire jumped. The voice was almost in her ear. She hadn’t realized anyone was standing so near. The voice was a clear baritone with just the hint of an accent she couldn’t identify.

The chain choker was removed and something buckled in its place around her neck. From its feel, Claire guessed it was leather. She felt it being gently tugged and heard the snick of a small lock. Her hands were untied. She stood rubbing her wrists for a moment, still blindfolded. Then she reached up to feel the collar she was wearing, but a pair of hands seized her wrists and pulled then back down to her sides.

“I was only trying…Ow!” She had been slapped sharply across the cheek.

“You were told not to speak. Any further disobedience will be met with more severe punishment.”

Claire was frightened now. This was not quite what she had expected. So far her adventure had proven to be anything but a turn-on. She thought about using the word, but didn’t. It would cost her $500 to use it, but there was a greater fear. As long as she held the word in reserve, she could use it as a security blanket. If she used it and it was ignored, she was left without anything to which to cling. As long as she didn’t use it, she could pretend there was an escape.

“Undress.”

The command shocked her back to consciousness of her surroundings. She hesitated and felt the sting of a switch across the back of her calves.

“Oww, that hurt.”

“This one will hurt even more.”

“Ahh! Stop.”

“Do as you were ordered.”

Claire began unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it off and held it out tentatively.

“Drop it, then continue.”

Claire let the blouse slip from her fingers, then began on her bra. She dropped it on the floor on top of the blouse. She stepped out of her shoes and unfastened her skirt. When she had removed everything except her panties, she hesitated.

“Oww!” The switch struck the back of her thighs.

Although it was a warm evening, the night air felt chill on Sue’s naked body. Her heart raced within her chest as she knelt upon an oversized beach blanket in her backyard, but the voice of her master had been most demanding, that she be outside this evening and ready to serve him. Sue thought briefly of the madness of the whole situation, and of the incredible risks she was taking, but the excitement of this insane tryst thrilled her, as she had never been before. The moon was full and her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, milky white and aching to be touched. Slowly she raised a scarf to her eyes and tied the blindfold around her head, and sat back on her heels in self- imposed blackness and waited.

Though in her forties and a few pounds overweight, the middle aged housewife was still quite attractive. With shoulder length auburn hair, soft blues eyes, and a cute pug nose, these features hardly got the attention that they should of though, for Sue’s most noticeable feature were her incredibly large breasts! Her cantaloupe-sized breasts measured an incredible bra busting 52 EEE! and although Sue had complained most of her life about how difficult it was to buy clothes to fit her, or the backaches that their immense weight caused her, secretly she had always enjoyed the attention that her magnificent jugs had brought her. A bored and lonely stay- at- home wife in a stagnant relationship, when Sue began receiving lurid phone calls when she was home alone, from an anonymous stranger, at first she was unnerved, but still somehow aroused at the idea of a secret admirer.

Slowly the stranger wove his way into Sue’s trust, coaxing her to reveal her darkest and most secret fantasies. The bored housewife warmed to her first taste of phone sex, and masturbated shamelessly as she described any sex act her phone stranger told her to. Soon she was dependent on the stranger for sexual gratification, he had uncovered a submissive side of her that she hadn’t known existed. She found herself aching to service him, and unnerved that she was prepared to perform for him. She knew that he was always close by when he called, because he would describe what she was wearing, or know how long she had been away from the house if she were out shopping.

This evening, less than an hour after Sue’s husband had left for his 12-8 shift at the plant, the phone rang. Excitement washed over the housewife as she rushed to pick up the phone, in anticipation of the call she was dressed in a sheer short nightie and nothing else.

“Hello Sue, have you been waiting for me to call?”

Sue glanced down at her gumdrop sized nipples as they strained obscenely against the sheer nightgown, she could already feel the moisture gathering between the lips of her pussy, all this just from the sound of his voice.

“Yes, I, I was hoping that you might call.” She answered with a nervous whisper.

“You need it so bad, you couldn’t wait for me to call, could you? You’ve barely been able to keep your hands off your breasts, or your fingers out of your pussy waiting for me to call, haven’t you?”

Sue couldn’t understand how he could sense her desires so easily, how he knew her needs so well.

“Yes.” The housewife answered coyly.

“Yes, what?” The man growled into the phone.

“Yes, I’ve been going crazy waiting for you to call me, I’m just such a different person when I’m talking to you, I feel like…”

“A slut, and you love it, don’t you!” he cut in.

It was true, and Sue knew it. She thrilled to the abusive, submissive fantasies that they’d discussed. Being his hot nasty sluttish whore, performing any and all manner of perversion for him, they’re phone fantasies had no bounds, and the darker and more forbidden the better.

“Yes, I’m your slut! You can use me anyway you want, fuck my pussy, shove your cock up my ass! Cum on my face, in my mouth!” Sue exclaimed as the slut lust overtook her.

“Put me on a dog leash and lead me into a roomful of your friends and let them gangbang me, drench me in they’re cum! “ she groaned.

By now Sue had the phone cradled in her shoulder and had one hand mauling one of her huge tits, and the other down between her legs rubbing the juicy lips of her sopping pussy.

“God, I’ll suck all they’re cocks and lick their assholes!” Sue whimpered as she worked her cunt into froth.

“You are a good slut,” the husky voice replied.

“All escort bayanlar these years no one has ever known the real Sue, it took a strong powerful man to bring the real you to the surface. How can you repay me for helping you find yourself, maybe I should take you to a black bar and pimp you to a room full of horny black niggers. They’d give a nasty big titted white slut like you a real workout with their big black cocks!” He said tauntingly, thoroughly enjoying the gasps of excitement from Sue’s end of the phone.

“Is that pussy of yours good and wet? Let me hear you suck the juices off of your fingers.” The masterful stranger demanded.

“Yes, anything you want.” Sue whimpered as she brought her hand up from her pussy and stuffed three slippery fingers into her mouth and slurped on them loudly. Tasting her own juices seemed lewd and depraved, and Sue loved that.

“Good slut, now put your fingers back in your pussy and get one good and wet and stick in your asshole!” Growled the voice over the phone.

The idea of not following her master’s directions to the letter had never even occurred to Sue, she groaned loudly as her middle finger probed deep into her anus, twisting and poking into the rubbery tight opening.

“Now suck that finger, slut!” barked the man.

Sue slurped obscenely on her middle finger as she savored the taste of her own pussy and asshole. Any boundaries were cast aside as the middle- aged housewife lost herself in an orgy of sexual debauchery. When all the favor was gone from her finger, Sue put her hand back down between her legs and frantically started strumming her aching clit again. She gasped loudly into the phone as bolts of pleasure jolted through her body, her impending orgasm would be jagged and raw, her need for release almost painful, her clit, and pussy lips achingly sensitive. Her cunt so wet that it squished loudly as her frantic fingers twisted and slapped between the oozing lips.

“Stop bitch!” her master’s voice barked over the phone.

Startled, Sue’s hand froze between her legs. For a long moment the only sound on the phone was her ragged breathing as the lust driven housewife waited for her master’s permission to finish.

“Your not going to cum until you satisfy me, bitch!” growled the voice.

“Oh, yes, anything for you, just tell me what you want to hear?” Sue groaned.

“Get your hand out of your pussy. Now!” he barked. With an audible sob, Sue withdrew her hand from her crotch, her pussy was throbbing with a dull ache, and she had been so close.

“Are you naked?” the voice demanded.

Sue looked down at the sheer nightie twisted up above her neck, her huge naked breasts and rounded belly heaving with excitement.

“Almost.” She replied.

“Now listen carefully,” her Master began. “I want you to strip naked, then I want you to get a towel, and a scarf that you can use as a blindfold, and then I want you to go outside into your backyard and kneel on the towel beside the pine tree, and then tie the scarf over your eyes and wait there for me.” There was a long pause from both ends of the phone, Sue’s heart had skipped a beat as she listened to her Master’s directions, he couldn’t be serious?

“ I, I can’t.” the middle-aged housewife gasped.

It was insane. Even with the six-foot fence surrounding the backyard, and the cover of darkness, to be out in her yard, naked?

“Yes you can, and you will.” The man answered in an alarmingly calm and confident voice. “The time has come for you to service me, to finally feel my cock and taste my cum. What you’ve fantasized about for the last month is now going to become a reality, you know how much you crave this raw nasty sex, and tonight your going to acknowledge that lust. If you deny me tonight, you’ll never hear from me again.” He said matter of factly.

“No, please, I can’t” Sue gasped.

“Yes you can. No one will see or know but me. You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I…”

“I’ll be in your back yard in ten minutes, if you aren’t exactly as I told you to be, then this is our last conversation.” The voice interrupted, and then the line was dead.

Sue stared at the silent phone for a long moment, chewing her lower lip. The feverish heat of passion had left her body glistening with perspiration, and she was embarrassed by her lust. Even as she tried istanbul escort to sort through the insanity of it all, she found herself wondering if one of her husband’s bandana’s would make a good blindfold.

It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes before Sue heard the latch open to the gate of the tall wooden fence that surrounded her yard. She cocked her head to the side as she listened to the rustle of shoes coming across the lawn toward her. Sue tried to moisten her lips as her mouth went dry.

“Sit up straight!” growled a stern male voice.

Sue brought her shoulders back, her incredibly large breasts now proudly on display. Her large gumdrop sized nipples so stiff with arousal, they actually ached. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she felt a firm hand grip the back of her head and pull her face forward into the front of the man’s jeans, she could fell the thick erect penis tenting against the zipper.

“You know you want it, take it out and suck it!” the voice growled again.

Sue’s trembling hands moved up the man’s thighs, over the massive erection, and found the zipper to his jeans. As she split open the fly the long stiff cock sprang forward and thumped the tip of her nose. She eagerly wrapped a hand around the dramatic girth and tugged at the heavy organ as her other hand came up and cupped the enormous ball sack hanging beneath it. Sue took a deep breath as she prepared to plunge her mouth forward and engulf the throbbing slab of cock, but before she could, strong hands brushed hers away.

“Not yet, sit back on your heels.” Came the command.

Sue sat in the directed position. Slowly the man gripped the base of his huge cock and began rubbing the large plum shaped head all over her face. The wide blunt tip grazed back and forth across her cheeks, her forehead, chin, lips and nose. The debauched housewife could feel the spongy firm cock-head smear her face with sticky pre-cum as it traversed her features. A firm hand on the back of her head pressed her face forward into the large pair of heavy balls, for a moment the long heavy penis laying aslant her face. Sue breathed deep the heady aroma of the man’s crotch, and shamefully her mouth watered for the feel and taste of the big dick. The juices of her pussy were dripping down her thighs, she wanted desperately to run her fingers into her wet hole and over her clit, but she knew that she must serve first. Slowly the pressure lessened on the back of her head, and as the man’s crotch backed away the long stiff cock slid down the side of her face until the thick cock head rested at the lips of her small mouth.

“Now you can suck.” The voice said almost matter-of -factly.

Sue opened her mouth as wide as possible and slid her lips forward to engulf the huge head, gorging herself on the immense organ. The massive bulk stretching her lips both frightened and excited her at the same time. The insanity of the whole situation thrilled and terrified her, blindfolded, completely naked, in her own backyard in the middle of the night, sucking the cock of a complete stranger that held some kind of perverse power over her, that transformed her into a submissive slut. It was unbelievable. But all that mattered to Sue at this moment was satisfying the hard prick in her mouth. She rocked back and forth on her knees as she plunged the long thick shaft in and out of her mouth, flirting dangerously with the gag reflex at the back of her throat. A shudder ran through her, as the cock grew thicker still. Then suddenly Sue heard something that paralyzed her in mid-stroke.

“You weren’t kidding, she’s really good.” Came a woman’s voice.

He wasn’t alone! Some woman was standing there watching her sluttish performance! The debased housewife’s mind screamed inside her head, eyes strained wide open behind the blindfold!

“Don’t stop, baby, your doing great!” said the warm soft female voice, as long delicate fingers gently ran through Sue’s hair in a soft caress.

“He’s really got a nice, big cock, doesn’t he? Keep sucking baby, nice and deep.” The hand slid to the back of Sue’s head and urged her to move her mouth forward and continue sucking.

Circuits overloaded, dazed and confused, Sue found herself sliding her lips back and forth over the swollen penis in her mouth again under the guidance of the woman’s hand. Suddenly, the man’s hips pulled back from bayan escortlar Sue and the huge hard-on retreated from her loving mouth.

“Here, she’s yours for a couple of minutes, play with her.” The man’s voice said.

Sue felt a pair of warm delicate hands cupping her large heavy breasts and gently pressing them together, cupping, squeezing and testing their weight. She realized that the woman was kneeling right in front of her when the woman sighed and Sue could smell her warm sweet breath.

“Oh, these are just magnificent!” gasped the woman.

Her touch was somehow so much different than a man’s, more knowing and skilled, Sue bit her lower lip as the woman captured each of her nipples in her fingers, and gently rolled them back and forth. Like sexual voltage the sensations traveled from her aching nipples down through her tummy to her pulsating pussy. Carefully the woman rolled Sue’s nipples back and forth as if using them to tune in on her sexual frequency. An open mouthed sigh escaped the housewife’s lips, and the woman pressed her mouth to Sue’s in a passionate kiss. Lost adrift in a sea of sexual debauchery, Sue welcomed the warmth and intimacy of the gentle kiss; her hands came up from the sides of her thighs and touched the woman’s forearms as they’re sweet warm tongues probed hungry mouths. She trembled with anticipation as she felt the woman’s hand leave her breast and drift slowly down over her tummy and through her pubic hair. Sue’s knees slid wider apart, her thighs opened, and she moaned loudly as the female fingertips glided over her throbbing clit and curled upward between her lips and into her wet hole. Those knowing fingers gently poked and stroked the tender, aroused flesh between her legs. Sue was vibrating with need. Suddenly, the woman broke the kiss and pressed her mouth to the side of Sue’s face.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” she gasped into Sue’s ear.

She was in fact so close that she could barely follow the woman’s words. Back arched, legs straining, gasping for air, Sue spoke for the first time.

“Please, please don’t stop,” she sobbed, ”I’m so close, please!”

The woman doubled her efforts, and then it happened. The release was so strong that Sue’s whole body rocked and trembled, she convulsed with each wave of pleasure and rode the orgasm like it were a bucking bronco. The ride seemed endless, the bronco tireless, but finally she collapsed forward into the woman’s arms, gasping for breath.

“Hey! Your going to spoil her!” snarled the man’s voice.

Slowly the woman’s hands released her, and she felt her step away. Sue rested on her knees trying to catch her breath when she felt the hard cock smack against her cheek. Using his meaty shaft like a huge blunt tipped paintbrush, the man smeared pre-cum all over Sue’s face, and then roughly gripped a handful of the housewife’s hair and stuffed the long thick penis into her mouth! The lesbian sex show had been very exciting to watch, and Sue’s master was dangerously close to orgasm. She rocked back and forth on her knees guided by her burning scalp as he jammed his enormous cock in and out of her throat in long slow strokes. Sue’s eyes bulged wide open under the blindfold as the man’s huge slab of meat plowed into the back of her throat, gagging her with each thrust.

She gagged, gulped and swallowed as best she could as her mouth and throat were suddenly flooded with a torrent of warm, thick, pasty cum. As the debauched housewife gagged and gurgled with the immense load, the flood quickly became too much for her, overflowing her lips and oozing down her chin to splatter on her huge aching breasts in creamy droplets. Finally finished, the man slowly withdrew his still thick rubbery cock from his slave’s mouth and, as an afterthought wiped his cum smeared prick off with Sue’s hair. Sue sat back on her knees swallowing desperately, trying to clear the thick cloying paste out of her mouth and throat. Between her gasps she heard the rustle of her master’s jeans, and then the sound of his zipper going up.

“You did good, count to 100 before you get up and go inside. I’ll call you again soon.” Came her master’s voice.

Sue sat and listened to the gate close, she sat for a long time. Her body was coated with a fine sheen of perspiration and now she began to feel chill in the night air. As she slowly came back to her senses, she replayed the insanity of the evening over in her head. Had she lost her mind to indulge in such incredibly lewd behavior? Evidently, for Sue masturbated there on the blanket to another powerful orgasm before removing her blindfold and heading into the house on unsteady legs. Into the house, to wait for the phone to ring again.

I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story…

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He’s naked. And he has a beautiful sculpted male body, tight rear end. You love this man’s body. You watch it move slightly in front of you as you let your hand drift across his left cheek and then cup it. He’s semi erect, huge already and not yet fully hard. You had your hand on him when the two of you playfully came upstairs, leading him by his cock which you hold firmly in your pretty hand. He’s so thick you can barely get your hand closed around him.

He’s you lover. He’s the man you’ve been seeing for over a year now. I am so jealous of him but don’t dare say a word. I am your house boy, your house ‘girl’ more accurately. I am your sissy pet. Your whipping boy. Your slave. I am the sissy that will do anything to earn a chance to be touched by your hand. You reward me with you hand, know that I am addicted to that. Sometimes you let me put myself in you but only to tease, never letting me fuck like you let him, never letting me cum in you like he does.

And as the two of you walk into my ‘little girl’ room, as you refer to it, I am painfully aware of that. I am careful not to bury my face in the pillow in front of me. I keep my head up and off of it, stare into the headboard. I don’t bury my face. Not yet anyway. If I smear my makeup and I will get paddled, huge paddle on the table next to my bed for your convenient use.

“Marisa, you know you could just jack me off, let me cum in your mouth or onto the floor, it would have the same effect.”

He looks toward the bed, laughs.

“You know you like that as much as you like this, like that more, don’t you, baby. You like it when I cum in your mouth.”

He looks to you, laughs very loud, slaps your butt playfully, leans down and kisses you.

He is naked in the dim light. The two of you have come up from the living room on the way to your bedroom. But like other nights you are stopping by my room first. You stripped him while making out with him, heated foreplay on your couch. His clothes are downstairs on the floor. Your lipstick is smeared. You had him in your mouth for the last half hour but wouldn’t let him go any further. You didn’t let him cum. You are wearing only a short lace slip. Your clothing is on the floor downstairs next to his.

“You know the drill, lover. This makes me wet. And it makes you last a lot longer. Do I know you or what? I do. This makes my big strong man last, last, last. And I want that tonight, want you to fuck me a long time, baby doll. I want you to cum in him first before fucking me. You know I like that.”

You squeeze his butt, pat it, stroke him.

“And to escort taksim see you fuck this little sissy boy of mine, mmmmm, can’t tell you how wet that gets me, honey.”

You walk to the chair across from my bed, look toward me. The two of you talk as if I’m not even there.

“And I know you don’t mind doing that. I sometimes think you like it better than fucking me.”

You cross your legs, lean forward, giggle.

I am spread eagle on the bed. My butt is up high with two pillows under my lower stomach. I have on only stockings and heels with my locking cock restraint hanging down and displayed over the back of the pillow, its tiny padlock off to the side. Little soft thing locked up tight and hanging down over the pillow pinching my tiny balls against my gold ring. There is a condom laid out on my back above my cheeks at the crack of my rear. The only reason I do that is because you want him to fuck you after he’s through using me. He never uses them other times, fucks me bareback whenever he uses me otherwise. This is my nightly offering when he is in the house. I know what is expected of me. I’m expected to ‘drain’ him so he can last longer with you.

I am about to be used to make him cum, so willingly for my Mistress. I’ve perform this task for several men you rent me out to, see several of your friends regularly. But now I’m about to be used as I am regularly used by the man you love. This is one of my nightly duties. Even if he doesn’t use me I am still expected to be in this position when the two of you are in the house together and not of service for anything else.

I am baby soft, clean and lubricated. I am not restrained. I am restraining myself by reaching out as far as I can to be spread myself wide across the bed, spread to give instant and easy access to your lover. I am not restrained because if I hear your bell ring from downstairs or your bedroom I would be expected to come to you immediately. Anything less and I would get an instant whipping. I knew to prepare myself after your call from the car on the way home…’Princess, we’re an hour away. I’m slightly drunk and need my baby to do me real good tonight, be a good girl and be ready to milk him. You know what mama needs.’

I heard the two of you laughing in the car as you hung up. I push my butt out as far as I can as the two of you settle into the room.

“You know I like to watch this. Nothing gets me wetter, baby. It’s part of it all. And I think of you as such a special boyfriend for indulging me like this.”

You look up at him, smile, girlish purring. There’s a deep breathy tone in your voice. You like what you see.

“I think of princess as foreplay, baby, the best foreplay.”

You laugh, very sexy, hot, you are starting to get very wet. You put your hand between your legs.

“I know what escort maslak you need, Marisa. I’m getting used to this little ass.”

I feel his hand grab me by my ankle, rough, firm.

He almost yanks my leg out of the socket, pulls me almost off the bed, to the edge of it. He pulls so hard my shoe falls off. I hear it slide across the floor. He slaps my ass hard. I cry out as he turns me over onto my back. The condom flies off onto the floor as he picks me up from under my arms, his huge hands in my arm pits, and positions me with my head over the edge of the bed. On my back, looking up at him I feel a tear in my eye, feel it run down the side. He’s going to deep throat face fuck me.

You start to speak.

“Careful, you’ll hurt him…’,

He shushes you.

“Marisa, don’t talk, just watch and get that pussy wet for me.”

I feel his hand close in my hair, holding my head hard from up underneath. He pulls my head down in the back, face up to him.

He’s bending down over my face, cock bobbing an inch from my mouth. I feel it slap my chin, feel his pre cum hit my lower lip. I know his taste. Know it well. I whimper as he glares down at me. I see his cock stiffen noticeably, jumps up even harder to full erection. I feel him take my mouth with his other hand. He pinches my mouth open, makes me cry out. I feel him guide me to him. Then I feel him take his hand off of my open mouth.

“Keep that mouth open wide!”

I feel him slap my face hard.

“Let me fall out of your mouth, Princess, and I’ll slap you twice as hard.”

That’s all he says. He runs the wet underside of his erection across my lips, over my nose.

I feel him push himself into me slowly, very deep. I glance to you just before he starts to face fuck me. I see you writhe, hear you softly moan, your hand on yourself between your legs. You are swooning. You are liking this, liking this very much.

He starts.

He fucks to cum deep in my throat. I feel him at the back of my throat choking me. I struggle to get passed the gag-reflex. I don’t dare stop him, tears flowing and running down the sides of my face almost instantly, makeup running down my cheeks, streaked. I feel him pump just to cum, not even interested in feeling it, just fucking with long full strokes. The only sound in the room is my mouth, my squishy wet sounds punctuated by slight gasping, choking. That, and the bed shaking hard, almost being collapsed. He is a machine, pumping to cum.

“Oooooooo, baby doll. You have no idea how cute you are right now.”

I barely hear your soft whisper. You are talking to me.

“So fucking hot. At some point I want a picture of this.”

My mind is a panic, crying, want to scream, don’t dare say anything. Gurgling sound, whimpering, crying, slightly choking, he escort topkapı fucks my mouth.

When he cums he holds my head so tight I cry out, can’t help myself as he pulls my hair. My mouth opens slightly around the head of his cock. I struggle to keep him in my mouth. Choking, his cum splatters out of my mouth. I try so hard to close my mouth around him, can’t, hits the roof of my mouth and runs out the sides of my cheeks. Five huge spurts, half down my throat, rest of it all over my face, chin, my naked chest, then three soft spurts and he is done. I swallow as best I can, so afraid not to.

He finishes.

He pulls his cock out, still semi erect and shiny with my saliva and his cum. He milks the last of it out with his fingers down the length of his cock onto my face.

I am crying softly. Slightly gagging, soft crying, whimpering. He releases my hair and stands fully up out of the hunched over bent position he fucked me in.

“Shut up. What a baby. Fucking little bitch. I can give you something to cry for if you want me to, do you? Do you?!?”

He glares at me.

“No, sir, no…please…”,

I whimper the words through tears and cum stained cheeks.

“Sweetie, I think you should say ‘thank you’. I really do.”

Your voice is lost in deep breath. You are soaking wet. Visibly agitated by what gets you hotter than hot. You want your lover in bed. Now.

“Yes, Mistress…thank you, Sir, thank you, please I really mean that, I do…please believe me. Thank you, Sir.”

I look to him, scared look on my face. I am covered in huge streaked eye makeup trails, tears and cum.

He ignores me. Walks to you, your hand immediately to his naked rear end, you pet him, your other hand to his cock. You hold it. Kiss the end of it, flick your tongue up the hole. You look up at him.

“Now you’re ready to do what you do best, honey. I’m gonna get you all hard and ready again to take care of the woman you love. Am I good to you or what?”

You kiss the end of his wet penis, push the head of it into your mouth. There is a loud sucking ‘pop’ as you pull yourself off of him. You stand and feel his hand on your butt up under your slip. You lean in and he French kisses you deeply. The two of you are lost in each other. You feel his cock flex in your hand, feel it throb.

“Come on, lover.”

You take his cock and lead him, the way you entered my room, almost playful, pulling him, you start to lead him to your bedroom. As I see the two of you leave the room I hear you at the door, you turn back to me.

“Princess, that was very nice. A very hot little show, I’m pleased with you, sweetheart. Bring two vodkas to my room. Don’t keep us waiting, sweetie.”

I hear you giggle as you pull him out of the room and down the hall. I hear you giggle to him, girlish and cute. I see your shadow, see you kiss him again just before you continue to your bedroom, hear you say what you say to him.

“I love you. You have no idea how much. Nobody gets me hotter than you do, baby. Nobody.”

I hurry to fetch your drinks.

I am your slave.

Mark sat on the edge of his cot still trembling from being shocked for the last hour in Mistress Diana’s play room. It had been several months since he last saw his wife Patty.

Mark remembered the last five meetings watching his wife being breed with those black men. Mistress Diana kept him in suspense all this time wondering if Patty had been impregnated with a black baby.

Mark cooperated with Mistress Diana even more so today because she promised Mark something very special would take place that afternoon. Mistress Diana had teased him with an electric probe that morning and Mark was still much shaken.

His whole body shook as he sat on the bed like a scared child as Mistress Diana peered through the bars of his cell. She stood outside the tiny cell and stared at Mark and laughed.

“You’re such a pathetic looking little thing. Just look at yourself, Mark and tell me why I shouldn’t just keep you locked up in here forever and just use you as my personal toy!”

Mark had been trained to obey her commands including agreeing with whatever statement she said as he starred but quickly raised his face to stare at her as he replied.

“I’ve been a good slave for you and I promise you that I’ll remain being a good slave for you as long as you desire.”

Mistress Diana laughed as she unlocked the door to Mark’s cell and slowly stepped inside and stood in front of Mark with her arms crossed.

Mark knew what she wanted and quickly got down on his knees and kissed her heels then slowly raised his head as she stepped forward and allowed him to kiss her scantly clad pussy mound with his lips.

“Good boy, Mark. I think your going to make a fine husband again.”

That statement caught Mark by surprise as he raised his face to stare up at Mistress Diana. She kept starring down at him knowing that he was surprised and confused by her statement.

“That’s escort bayan correct, Mark. You heard what I said. I think you’re ready to become a good servant and husband again in the real world.”

Mistress Diana reached down and grabbed his left hand and slipped on the wedding ring that was taken from him when they were captured eighteen months ago.

Mark stayed kneeling on the floor as he raised his hand near his face and studied the ring to make sure it was the one that Patty had slipped on his fingers the day they were married.

“I’ll have a surprise for you just like I promised and I want to warn you that you better treat and respect your wife as if you were dealing with me. Otherwise, I will make you a promise to come and get you and bring you back here where you will spend the rest of your life in this miserable cell. Do you understand me?”

Mark was so excited that he leaned down and kissed her feet and nervously raised his head and said. “Yes, I understand Mistress Diana.”

Mistress Diana laughed as she walked away from Mark leaving him kneeling on the like a pathetic shell of was once a real man and husband.

Patty was waiting in another room watching on a closed circuit television and kept starring at Mark as he remained kneeling on the floor.

The door opened and she turned around to see Mistress Diana walk in the room. They smiled at one another as Mistress Diana stopped a couple feet away from her and starred down at Patty’s high heels and worked her way up Patty’s long legs and smiled as she looked at the short white dress the housewife was wearing.

It fit Patty tight and was short and low cut allowing most of her breasts the freedom of exposure.

“You look very wonderful this afternoon, Patty. I think your going to make a wonderful Mistress for Mark.”

Mistress Diana paused and reached out and osmanbey escort put the palm of her hand on Patty’s tummy and rubbed it around in tiny circular motions.

“I see that you got your figure back as it was before your pregnancy. Have you said goodbye to your child?”

“Yes, Diana. I got to see him for a few hours this morning.”

“I promise you that he will grow up to be a wonderful man and will be schooled in one of the best private schools in Europe. I’ll keep in touch with you on his progress.”

Patty smiled as she starred down at the wedding ring that Mistress Diana gave her back that morning. She couldn’t wait to see Mark again.

“Remember not to say a word about your child to Mark. I want to keep that a secret for now.

She started to laugh out loud as she took hold of Patty’s arm gently and added. ‘We’ll break the news to him at a later date. I want you to get accustomed to having him serve you properly first.”

Patty starred up at the television screen again and saw Mark sitting on the edge of the cot again starring at his wedding ring. She turned toward Mistress Diana and said. “What should I do when I see him?”

“Try and act like your old self as much as possible when you see him. I’m sure your anxious yourself to hug and kiss him but just remember what I taught you and gradually start to practice the things you were taught on him.”

Patty followed Mistress Diana out of the room and down the hallway until they were standing in front of the cell. She unlocked the cell and Mark hesitantly starred at Patty as she slowly walked into the room and strutted around in her heels just like Mistress Diana had taught her.

Mark starred at Mistress Diana and waited for her approval to stand up and as soon as she nodded, Mark stood and reached out and circled his arms around his wife.

They escort mecidiyeköy stood crying for a few minutes as Mark kissed her face and lips and told her how much he had missed her. Mistress Diana allowed the couple to get reacquainted as she stood and waited then cleared her throat after she was satisfied that they had better get moving.

Mark and Patty were taken out to the enclosed area where the truck was kept that would take them secretly to a private airport where they would be kept blindfolded and handcuffed until they were set free close to where they were captured.

Mark starred at Mistress Diana one last time before the blindfold was put over his eyes and he was taken out to the truck. Patty gave Mistress Diana a hug before she too was blindfolded and handcuffed.

Mistress Diana put her arm around the young housewife and said. “I think your life will be much better off once you return home together. Just remember what I taught you and keep him trained well.”

“I’ll make sure to keep him trained and in line like you taught me.”

Patty was taken out to the waiting truck and drove off to the airport where they were transferred and flown back to their home state. They were taken to a secluded area and released.

Mark took Patty to the police that day where they explained their ordeal to them and were greeted by their relatives the next day.

They were settled in a new house a few weeks later with money that was collected from charity.

Mark settled back at his old job and Patty continued being the housewife that she once was only this time things were going to be a lot different in the near future and Patty couldn’t wait to practice the things that she learned on Mark.

Mistress Diana released Rodney and Jeanette two weeks later and Diana certainly was going to miss having Rodney around as her personal assistant and slave. He was her favorite and thought deeply about keeping him around longer.

Jeanette was much easier to train as a dominate housewife and she couldn’t wait to get reports back on how she was going to keep Rodney in line.

(Please note that a new story following Patty and Mark’s new life will follow shortly.)

I woke up with her legs draped across my midsection. The smooth skin of her thin calves rested on my stomach and created pleasant warmth. The rhythmic breathing on my neck made me aware that jessica was still asleep. The covers had fallen off of us during the night, giving us a slight chill. My eyes slowly focused in on her naked body as she slept. I began by peering at her pretty face, partially covered by mussed hair. Her face was a little tense; and I thought that she must have slept fitfully for a second consecutive night. A smile broadened across my lips as I recalled what jessica had been through the past couple of evenings. But that is another story to be told.

My eyes slowly scanned down her neck to her small, pert chest that heaved slightly with each breath. Her navel orange-sized breasts are almost perfectly round, but what truly delights me are her tiny nipples. she has the most reactive nipples I have ever had the pleasure to experience. When she is excited, her little nipples contract tightly and poke out at least an inch. When fully aroused, her nipples point right at me, as if to beckon, “Yes, you, please come and caress me.”

The feel of my pet’s body against mine made me aware that my cock was standing rigid, its head just touching her leg. The sight of her stirred me more, and my desire for her began to mount. My eyes swept down across her flat tummy to her silky smooth cunt lips, and lingered there to admire her sex. Seeing her like this had me wanting her right then, the need strong within me to get a taste of some morning pussy.

I wanted to see if I could get her sweet flavor on my tongue before she awoke. Slowly, I moved her legs off of my stomach. I was careful in easing her next to me not to wake her. This was not too difficult with her petite size. jessica is a mere five feet tall and weighs less then one hundred pounds. Her smallish breasts and tiny waist are offset by her ample, fully rounded buttocks. she is a natural brunette, but you would not know it looking at her smoothly-shaven mound.

I successfully positioned her flat on her back without waking her. I hovered over her and began inching my way down her body. When eye level with the top of her thighs, I glanced up at her face. Satisfied that she was still asleep, I gently parted her legs and carefully positioned myself between her thighs. There I was facing the object of my desire.

I breathed deeply, taking in her female scent. It made my cock throb in need for her. I couldn’t wait any longer. My tongue darted out of my mouth and traced the lines of her tight lips. It moved gently up one side of her slit and down the other, enjoying the feel of her soft pussy flesh. Becoming bolder, I slid a pointed tongue into her slit and ran it along its full length from top to bottom, ending at her opening. I tasted her essence then, the moisture just beginning to ease its way out toward my tongue. As I began to lick all around her little fuck hole, she stirred slightly escort acıbadem and let out a small sigh. jessica reacted more now, so I kept on licking her dampening sex. I love her flavor, so I continued devouring her nectar as fast as it was produced.

I glanced up past her now hardened nipples to her face. Her eyes were just beginning to open, but it seemed that she wanted to remain in that state between being awake and dreaming. she moaned softly and wiggled slightly as my tongue found the area high on her slit, near the hood that shrouds her sensitive button. I applied soft licks there, and I sensed her excitement beginning to grip her. jessica wiggled a little more and spread her legs wider for me. Just as my tongue was tracing back down her slippery inner lips to her very moist cunt hole, I barely heard her mutter, “Good morning, Sir.”

I was delighted with the sound of her unsteady voice, so I darted my tongue swiftly in and out of the folds of her pussy. I slid my tongue inside her momentarily to tease her. she moaned stronger now and gasped, “What are you doing there, Sir?” “Ohhhhhh, it feels so good!”

I stopped tonguing her for a moment and replied, “Hush, miss.” “Lay back and enjoy what I do to you, and I may let you start your day by cumming for me.” “You taste so good, I want to eat every bit of the honey you are making for me.” she deliberately spread her legs wider to accommodate me, and whispered a soft, “Yes, Sir.”

I quickly plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy, wiggling it inside of her, and causing her to moan louder. Responding to the feeling of my tongue inside her, jessica involuntarily lifted her ass upward off the bed. Her ass cheeks raised up just enough for me to slip my hands underneath her, palms up, one hand under each cheek. I gripped her ass tightly, and forced my tongue in and out of her wet pussy at a faster pace. My tight grip on her ass cheeks caught her attention. I gazed up into her eyes, as my tongue continued to fuck in and out of her cunt. I slowed my pace, then stopped. I told her, “Put your arms high up over your head, pet.” “Keep your arms up there, miss, you are at my mercy now,” I ordered sternly.

I moved my head so that my tongue deeply penetrated her. Then, in one motion, I lifted her up by the ass and I pulled myself up to a squatting position. I tugged her ass up with me, so that she was well off the bed, supported by my hands. I went wild on her then, my tongue ramming in and out of her at a frantic pace. All the while, I lapped her wetness into my mouth and swallowed her juice. I savored her flavor in my mouth. My nose rotated on her clit, as I relentlessly fed her my tongue.

jessica wiggled mightily now, but the strong grip of my hands on her ass cheeks held her right where I wanted her. I sensed her need to cum immediately when I replaced my tongue with a finger deep inside her. My finger moved even more rapidly than my escort bağdat caddesi tongue had, fucking in and out of her faster and faster. I moved my lips over her clit and I pressed them firmly over it. It was hard as a little pebble, and I began sucking softly on it, followed by harder sucking, continually altering the force. she moaned and yelped, “Ohhhhhh Sir, may i cum now, pleeeeease?!!”

“Don’t cum yet, pet,” I told her in a firm voice that she knew must be obeyed. But she could not seem to hold off her looming orgasm. jessica tried to stop from cumming, but her pussy was on fire.

By this time, my cock was throbbing hard and pointing straight up, excited by her pleasure. It bumped against her ass as she wiggled from the feeling of my tongue and finger working on her. she was writhing almost out of control and I knew that she was exaggerating her movements to feel my cock rub against her ass cheeks.

“Pleaseeeee, Sir, let me cum!”

I loosened my strong grip on her ass.

“Turn over pet,” I ordered.

“Ohhhhhhh, Sir, I can’t, I am going to cum!”

I stopped finger fucking and licking her and barked out firmly, “Turn over now, pet.”

“Yes, Sir,” jessica answered slowly.

As she turned over, I pulled her toward me and quickly moved backward lying flat on my back. Her pussy hugged my face from above and I lifted her just enough to ram a finger deep inside. I started finger fucking her harder than before. I also began slurping all over her soaking pussy with my tongue. It darted up and down her slit, then past my rapidly fucking finger to her tiny asshole. I licked all over it and drew a circle around her tight little bud. she responded by gyrating her pussy on my chin. jessica was really ready to cum now!

In this new position, she was face first with my rigid cock, and I stopped what I was doing to watch her look at it. I questioned her, “What do you see there before you, pet?” she moaned a reply, “Mmmm, your nice hard cock, Sir.” I suddenly slapped her ass hard. CRACKKKKK!

“Suck it, honey,” I retorted.

The words, “Ouchhhhh, Sir!” flew out of her mouth.

The pain shot through her ass cheeks, then to her pussy, causing her to wiggle. jessica obediently began working her mouth onto my hard cock.

I slapped her ass again. SLAPPPPP!

“What do you see there in front of you, pet?” I asked again.

“Your hard cock, Sir?” she uncertainly replied.

Another loud SLAPPPPPP enflamed her ass cheeks.

“What, pet?” I asked her a third time.

SLAPPPPPPP SLAPPPPPP.

“OUCHHHHHHHH, Sir” she screamed.

“What do you see in front of your face, my pet?” I asked her sternly.

she looked back at me puzzled, but from my glare she knew she had better come up with the correct response this time. she watched my hand raise up off her ass once again. jessica wiggled in anticipation of another escort kozyatağı hard sting to her ass. As she tried to think of the right response, I intentionally distracted her by jamming a finger deep into her cunt and sliding it in and out, moving it faster and harder. As I did so, my tongue snapped out of my mouth and swirled on the outside of her tight asshole.

SLAPPPPP SLAPPPPP SLAPPPP. I cracked her ass three times in rapid succession as she moaned and wiggled from my new invasions.

A loud, “OUCHHHHH, Sir!” leapt from her mouth, followed by a moan from deep inside her, “Ohhhhhhhh!”

“One more time, missy. What do you see in front of you?” I asked a final time and again raised my hand up off her stinging ass.

“I see my Boss, Sir,” she correctly replied.

My hand came back down to her ass, but to rub it this time. I caressed it gently and nicely, soothing her fiery cheeks.

“Yes, honey, you see your Boss,” I exclaimed.

“And, why is it your Boss, pet?” I asked.

“Sir, it is my Boss because it rules my pussy and me” she replied.

“Yes, honey, very good!” I told her as I applied some cool lotion to her red ass cheeks and rubbed it thoroughly over them.

Then I continued my mental probing, asking, “And, what does your Boss need, pet?”

I again worked a finger deeper into her cunt and I pressed my tongue firmly to her asshole. jessica could barely reply to my question. I know she needed to cum so badly right then, but she knew that she must play this out with her Master, before he would let her cum. Otherwise, she knew it could be a very red-ass day for her.

“My Boss needs to be loved, Sir,” she told me sweetly.

“Yes it does, honey,” I replied.

“Don’t you see how hard you got it?” I added.

“Yes i do, Sir,” she said. “It is as hard as a rock,” she muttered and continued staring at it.

Sir, may i suck it now?” she asked.

“Yes, pet, you may suck it now,” I instructed her.

“I want you to be sucking it good as you cum for me, honey,” I relented.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied and quickly placed her lips over the head of my cock. jessica moved her head down on it, her mouth taking in as much of my cock as she could. I felt her mouth clamped on my cock begin to suck it softly. she moved her hand to my balls and caressed them as she lovingly sucked harder on her “Boss.”

Now it was her turn to elicit moans from me. “Ohhhhhhh, pet, you suck my cock so well.” I moaned into her pussy, and I continued my oral assault on her by sucking her cunt lips into my mouth. At the same time, I really let her have it, banging two fingers in and out of her tight hole.

My ministrations gave her a renewed excitement and she responded by bobbing her head up and down on my hard cock like a piston. My entire cock was flooded with the good sensations of her mouth.

I told her, “Cum for me now, pet. Cum on my fingers and my tongue as you suck my cock.” Her pussy exploded on my face and she let out the loudest moan of the morning. jessica lifted her mouth from my cock and exclaimed, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssss. I am cumming for you, Sir.”

“Yes, baby,” I replied, “Cum for your Master.” Her pussy throbbed and quivered against my face and I lapped as much of the fresh wetness that I could. I savored the flavor of her morning pussy.

When they first met, there was electricity between them. When they gazed at one another, it was there, and when they touched, it was there. It almost goes without saying that this electricity was also present in their lovemaking. More than once he had said that he felt under her spell, totally captivated, and for him this was a good thing.

Every day they made love, often several times. He had never known such freedom sexually. Anything he wanted to do or try, she was willing, and when she suggested they try something new or different, he was always willing, if not completely comfortable at first. But he had to agree there were always surprisingly good “happy endings” to these suggestions, and a deep sense of trust began to grow between them.

So, when she wanted to fuck his ass with her fingers, he was game, despite an initial wariness about being touched and probed in this most private place. He was surprised how good it felt to be penetrated anally, and slowly she began to increase this side of their play and almost always resulting in a heightened sexual experience for him. At the same time she began to also exert a greater control during their love making, asking him to do things for her, like not moving or holding onto the brass bar at the top of her bed and not letting go until she said so. She would kiss and bite his nipples, but he wouldn’t let go, no matter hard she bit. His not having control during sex became quite a turn-on for him and for her as well. He liked her being in control, and this seemed to fuel greater feelings of lust in her. He began to feel as if she knew what he wanted even before he did.

Soon she began to have him ask for things that she would do sexually to him, and this quickly turned into his begging for sex, begging to be penetrated anally. She would toy with him for long periods of time, acting as if she were unsure of what he wanted and then telling him he needed to ask in the most direct and lewd way possible so she was clear about what he wanted. He hadn’t realized it at the time, but he was slowly becoming more and more deeply under her spell and more and more submissive to her, and he was loving it.

Yet at the same time, anytime he wanted to fuck, she was always open and wet for him, and she never once refused him sex, if he initiated it. He loved fucking her. It was the best sex he had ever experienced. It was the best, that is, until one day when she told him that she wanted to fuck him. She told him that she had a surprise for him. She had him get up on his hands and knees and then blindfolded his eyes. Always up for something new, initiated by her, he wasn’t surprised when she started lubing up his ass. He squirmed with the delight of being penetrated again by her fingers. Soon he was begging to be finger fucked, just as he as he had so many times before.

“Does my baby need his ass fucked? Tell me how much you want it,” and he did want it. He begged her and begged her to fuck his ass, and so she did. But this time it was different. Something hard and a little cold was trying to get into his ass, but after a little resistance, her strap-on slipped right in. He had never felt his ass feel so full, and when she started rocking in and out and slowly fucking him, he was in a sexual heaven like he had never known. “Ooooh, my baby likes his ass fucked, doesn’t he?” she cooed at him, and he could only moan in agreement. “I thought you might,” and she proceeded to fuck him harder and harder until he was in a frenzy

With her urging him on, he was screaming how much he loved being fucked by her cock. And when he finally came, it was a peak experience like no other he ever had. She had shaken his world, and his body was trembling for almost an hour from the intensity this ass fucking and orgasm, and as she lay next to him and held him, she told him how much she loved him.

She would now fuck his ass several times a week, always making him beg for it, which he willingly did. He was becoming addicted to her power and to her cock. She would have him suck on her cock for what seemed like hours before fucking his ass. She began to change how she spoke to him when she was in control. She called him “bitch” or “slut” or “cock whore” and would ask, “Does my bitch need her pussy fucked?”, to which he always responded, “your bitch needs her pussy fucked”, and then the begging to be fucked would begin.

Sometimes in the middle of his begging she would ask, “If I fuck you, what will you do for me?” and the answer would always be,

“Whatever you want me to do.” So before long he was eating and tongue-fucking her ass whenever she wanted and worshipping her pussy. He loved the taste of her pussy and experienced great pleasure, licking and tonguing her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. But there was something so wickedly erotic about tonguing her ass, trying to get his tongue in a far as possible, and this became a secret taboo thrill for him that he was only too willing escort bostancı to beg to do for her.

Adding to these taboos, she began to have him go down on her when she was having her periods, and she seemed be more sexually aroused when she was bleeding. He said he was surprised at how much he enjoyed her taste, especially when she was aroused, and her flow was strongest. She also got off on seeing her bitch’s face all smeared with blood. At these times she liked to call him, “My little tampon”.

Yet as subservient as he was becoming, if he initiated sex, she remained open and wet for him, calling him, “My Man”, as he fucked her senseless as many times as he wanted. He still loved sex with her and she loved being deeply impaled on his cock or sucking on it until he filled her mouth with his salty cum.

However this best of both worlds would soon come to an end. One morning she said, “We need to talk. Things have been wonderful between us for a long time, but I’m feeling a need for a change, and now I need you to make a choice. I’ve loved having you as my Man, and I’ve also loved having you as my bitch, my little ass-whore, but I don’t want you to be both any longer. I want you to choose. You can be my Man, and you can have me any time you want. I will never refuse you. My pussy, ass, and mouth will be yours to fuck anytime and as much as you want, BUT if you choose to be my Man, you will no longer be my bitch. If you are my Man, I won’t fuck your ass or dominate you anymore. On the other hand you can choose to be my bitch, and I’ll fuck and use you anyway I want, whenever I want, and you can’t refuse me or else I will punish you severely. I won’t do both any longer, so it needs to be one way or the other, no in-between. I will love you either way, that’s for certain, but you will need to choose. Also, once you choose, you won’t be able to change your mind, or I will leave you as much as it will pain me to do so. What will it be, bitch or my Man? Think about it. There are no wrong choices.” When he tried to reach for her, she pushed me away, saying, “There will be no sex or closeness until you decide which you really want more.”

They went into separate rooms, and he pondered the dilemma put before him. Truth was he loved being both her Man and, at other times, her bitch. Why this best of both worlds had to change was beyond him, but he had seen the fiery determination in her eyes and was certain she meant it when she threatened she would leave him. He began to look at what he would need to give up by choosing and what would be most difficult for him to do without. Sex with her had been marvelous and more passionate than with any woman he had ever known. But from the first time she fucked him with her strap-on, he was hooked on anal sex and couldn’t get enough of it. He begged, not just because it was his role to play, but because he truly craved to be her bitch, craved her cock. The orgasms he had as her bitch were other worldly. He never knew such pleasure existed. When he thought of this, he knew he loved being her bitch and would miss being her Man, but he had to admit he already was her bitch and couldn’t do without her cock. He got hard just thinking about seeing her in her harness with whatever dildo she was wearing. He craved them all and all of them in his, rather her, ass, uh pussy.

He had a slight sense of trepidation about the road they were about to travel and what this might mean to their relationship, but he was certain he was already her bitch. And when he announced his decision, she laughed and clapped her hands, saying, “I knew it. I knew this would be your choice. You really are my bitch.”

She told him that she had several conditions he would also need to agree to as her bitch and explained them to him. She instructed him to shave all the hair off his body apart from his head and return to her naked. When he returned she told him that as Her bitch he was to be on the floor at her feet and never on the couch or at an equal level unless she requested it. Anytime he was home he was to strip naked and remain that way unless instructed to do otherwise. After he sat on the rug she said, “You will also only address me as Mistress or Goddess and only speak when spoken to, or I will punish you. Is that understood?”

He answered, “Yes Mistress,” for the first time.

“Yes, I like that. This is going to work out just fine. Also I think a bitch should greet their Mistress in a way that befits their relationship, don’t you think?”

Somewhat puzzled he answered, “Yes Mistress”.

“Let me think. What would be a good and fitting way for a bitch slave to greet their Mistress?” she said, paused, thinking and then clapped again, “I know! You will greet me by kissing me on my ass. Isn’t that a good way for a bitch greet their Mistress?”

Again he answered, “Yes Mistress,” secretly thrilled and more than willing to be allowed escort tuzla the intimacy of this most private area of her body.

“And, oh yes, you will need to beg me for the privilege to kiss my ass and tongue fuck me. Do it! Do it now!”

He began to rise to walk towards her, but she quickly pushed him back down to the floor, indicating that this was now his place. He crawled to her and knelt before her and asked, “Please Mistress, may I be allowed to kiss your ass?”

“Is this what you truly want to do? This is the time for truth. Is this what you want? If it is, then you need to tell me, so I clearly understand what you’re needing”.

Again he asked, “Please Mistress, your bitch loves to kiss your ass. Please allow this bitch the honor of kissing and tongue fucking your ass”

“Much better. Now follow me,” she told him as she walked over to the nearby kitchen counter and leaned over it, allowing the shift she was wearing to rise up, exposing her bare butt checks. “I expect you to do all the work, and your greeting better please me.” With that encouragement he leaned forward and using both hands, parted her beautifully rounded butt cheeks and licked his way to her puckered prize. Whether it was his increasing submissiveness or the delicious taboo thrill, this was exactly where he wanted to be, and he couldn’t imagine doing anything else that could enthrall him as much as kissing her anus right there and then. He licked and probed and slowly was able to enter past her tight ring, and he was in heaven, fucking in and out until she said, “Enough,” and pushed him away.

“This is the type of greeting I expect every time you or I come home. Are we clear?” His cock was sticking straight out, as hard as it could get. “Looks like someone likes this way of greeting. Am I right? Tell me”.

“Oh yes Mistress, Please allow me to greet you this way. I would be honored to greet you this way,” he said hoping she wouldn’t change her mind or tire of this greeting very soon.

His new Mistress was very hard on him that first day. It was difficult moving around on his hands and knees, and when he made the mistake of getting up onto his feet to follow her down the stairs, she got a belt and whipped his ass until he cried and his ass was bright red. She informed him that she would now punish him for any infractions or mistakes he might make and sometimes she might do it just because she enjoyed whipping and torturing him. She told him to get used to his body being hers to do with as she pleased, and a shiver of fear shot through him, and he wondered if he had made the right choice.

Later in the day, once she had him eating her pussy and tonguing her ass, it was clear that this was where he wanted to be. If the whippings and degradations were the price to be able to worship her pussy and ass, then he was willing to do so. And at the end of the day when he saw his Mistress wearing her harness and strap-on, he was sure he had made the right choice.

“I see my bitch is happy to see me,” gesturing towards his raging hard-on and laughing. As he looked downward, flustered and humiliated, she said, “Look! Look at the cock you love. Look at it! Now!” And he did look, and he desperately wanted that cock, and at the same time he burned with a humiliation that fueled his now hopeless submissiveness. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how much you want my cock, how much you need it. Be my bitch for me”.

His face burned, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to belong to her and be the bitch that he already was. “Your bitch is so hungry for your cock”, and his mouth was salivating with thought of being face fucked or being reamed in the ass by his Mistress. “Your bitch needs cock. Please fuck this bitch’s face. Your bitch’s ass is so hungry for cock. Fuck this bitch’s ass, please”, he begged.

She slapped his already red ass so hard it brought tears to his eyes. “This ass? Is this the ass that needs fucking?” she asked and slapped hard again and he was shaking. “Stay still,” she commanded, and he stayed as still as his trembling body could. He felt the cold, wet application of the lube that would begin his heavenly journey and felt her fingers piston slowly in and out of his ass, swirling around and feeling the insides of his ass and rectum and adding 3 and 4 fingers, filling him. She slapped his ass hard again when he started to move towards her thrusts, “I told you not to move, you stupid bitch”, and slapped him again. “You really are an ass whore, a real slut. Lucky for you, I have just what a bitch needs,” and she moved directly in front of his face and slapped his cheeks with her cock. “If you really want it, go get it but don’t move your hands and feet,” and she continued to slap his face with her cock and then pull it away, making it hard for him to get it in his mouth. Still he desperately tried to get the cock he so desired into his mouth, and he escort göztepe lunged frantically for the cock, getting it into his mouth for a second or two, only to have her pull it away and slap his face with it some more. “I guess you don’t really want to be my bitch. You don’t really want my cock at all, do you?”. He was openly sobbing, so desperate and hungry for her cock was he,

“Please, please, please. Please let me suck you. I love your cock. I need it,” he sobbed, and she finally relented and fed him her cock, and he swallowed it to the hilt and started pistoning on it himself, and he was in heaven, and so was she. The large two-sided dildo was also deep in her pussy as well as his mouth and was rocking and rubbing perfectly, right on her clit, and she began to shudder to one orgasm after another. She finally pushed him off her cock and gave his face a couple more slaps with her now wet cock, wetting his face with his own saliva.

She moved behind him and rubbed her wet cock along his crack, and asked, “You ready baby?”, and he could only vigorously nod his head up and down. “Here comes your treat, bitch. Show me how much you want it”, and he began to shake his ass side to side the whole time trying to keep the tip of the dildo at the entrance of his ass. She told him to remain still as she slowly entered his ass, and then she stopped. She stayed motionless for what seemed like an eternity, and then ordered, “Get that cock. Fuck my cock. Show me what a cock crazy bitch you are… Now!” And with that final instruction, bitch threw himself on that cock.

His whole world was that cock and his ass fucked that cock and devoured it. His ass kissed that cock, caressed that cock, lived for that cock, and even though he orgasmed fairly quickly into the fuck, he was beyond orgasms. He was her bitch, and bitch was crazy for cock. Bitch’s world was only that cock and bitch couldn’t get enough cock, so hungry was he. In his lustful haze bitch hadn’t noticed that Mistress was wildly bucking and fucking him too and moving as frantically as bitch was. Both were lost in a multi-orgasmic frenzy that only ended when the two them collapsed in exhaustion and lay on their sides, their chests heaving, the strap-on remaining inside both bitch and Mistress. And they both fell into a deep, deep sleep.

When bitch awoke there was emptiness where Mistress’ cock had resided. Mistress was no longer in bed, and bitch crawled about the house, looking for her. Bitch found a note on the floor of the kitchen that read: “Last night was truly wonderful. I’m so glad that I have a bitch like you. I like this change. I’ve gone shopping and will be back in a few hours. Clean yourself up and shave your body hair. This will be your daily routine. I like my bitches smooth. Remember you are no longer a man. You are a bitch, my bitch. Eat something, then clean and vacuum the house while I’m gone. You can stand while you do it, but once you’ve finished, I want you back on the floor. This is where bitches belong. Be a good bitch while I’m gone, and remember, no touching yourself while I’m gone. Your clitty (it used to be a cock) belongs to me now as do your orgasms”.

As bitch crawled back to the bedroom to bathe, they wondered what Mistress meant by “my bitches”. Had there been others? A pang of jealousy and insecurity rushed through bitch, thinking that there might have been others in their current spot and wondered what this meant for them. Bitch showered and shaved. Bitch reveled in how soft their legs and body felt without hair, as they toweled themselves dry. As they crawled about the house, bitch wondered if they would ever get used to being on the floor. Time passed slowly, but they did what they were told, and the house was clean. Then bitch waited, patiently lying on the living room floor, across from the front door. Bitch’s heart jumped with the sound of the key in the front door, and Mistress entered, carrying a number of bags.

“You’re going to love what I’ve gotten you,” Mistress cooed to them, and bitch beamed with joy at her return, “but aren’t you forgetting something? I know you gave me a great deal of pleasure last night, but that’s no excuse for rudeness.” She stared at bitch intently who was clueless to her meaning. When Mistress turned her butt to the side, inquisitively gesturing to it with her eyes and raising her eyebrows, a light bulb went off in bitch’s mind, the greeting. How could bitch be so forgetful so soon?

Bitch crawled quickly in front of Mistress and asked, “Please Mistress, may I greet you by kissing your ass? It would be a great privilege for me to kiss your ass.”

Mistress looked like she was giving this request considerable thought, however she was just trying to provide some frustration for her bitch. “How quickly you forget these little rituals. I guess you don’t like greeting me this way,” she said.

“Oh no, please, I love kissing your ass,” and that secret thrill shuddered through bitch’s body, “I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t greet you or pleasure you that way.”

“You’ve convinced me for now, but don’t ever forget again, or you’ll never kiss it again. How sad it would be for you to have my ass off limits forever,” she said, victorious in bitch’s disclosure of the secret desire she already long knew was there.

Prolog

Nancy Nichols had just finished her junior year at UNLV and decided to stay in town during the summer and take a couple of courses to relieve her crowded senior year schedule, rather than return to her parents’ home in Chicago. She had applied and gotten a part time job at “Monica’s Stilettos and Lingerie” which was a shoe store that also sold vintage corsets, bras, and other clothing as well as certain other fetish items.

The job requirements Nancy saw on the internet job site were specific and rather unique since it read, “Temporary summer employment for a female college student as receptionist/model for a small firm in suburban Las Vegas. With no exceptions the applicant must be skilled in Microsoft Office software with good phone manners, 21 to 25 years old, slender, 5′ 2″ to 5′ 4″ height, shoe size 6-1/2, bra size of 36 C, and be willing to model high heel footwear and other items for the company catalog.”

Nancy not only met the requirements of the job posting, she was also very pretty and petite at 5′ 2”, with blue eyes and medium length blond hair that she had put in an “up” style hairdo. She interviewed for the job with Monica Morgan who was the owner of the business and was quickly accepted as a part time receptionist and ultra high heel shoe model. As a part of the interview, Monica had Nancy try on one of the company’s cone bras in order to see if she could fill it out properly for modeling purposes. As it turned out, Nancy’s perky breasts and extremely long nipples were perfect for that purpose and Monica was so impressed that she put Nancy on a nipple, figure, and ultra high heel training programs to further assist her in modeling the various Lingerie items and stiletto heels that were sold in the store.

During the first three weeks of working for Monica, Nancy had met and was attracted to a coworker, Jim Ford, who was an accountant and business advisor to the company. They had a few dates and both flirted with one another when alone at work. They just recently had entered into a sexual relationship and had very intense BDSM sessions at both their apartments.

Nancy had just finished her first modeling assignment which included photos and videos for the company’s online catalog. The videos were parodies of the late 1950’s and early 1960’s Maidenform Bra print advertisements featuring women with a bra on in various situations saying that “I dreamed of ‘Blank’ wearing Maidenform Bra”. ‘Blank’ could refer to anything situation or event. Nancy’s video featured her as a private investigator’s secretary, bound and gagged in a chair wearing the company’s cone bra while a thug (played by Jim) was going through the files. After the digital recording of that video at a nearby studio, Nancy agreed to go Jim’s Apartment that same evening.

Chapter 8

On the way to Jim’s apartment that Friday evening after recording the videos at the studio, Nancy stopped at a gas station that also sold liquor to buy some wine and bourbon to take to his apartment as a gift. She was wearing a black business suit without the jacket, pencil skirt, a white opaque blouse, and a tightly cinched black calf belt. Her thrusting sharp pointed cone bra tips were therefore perfectly displayed under the blouse! On a whim, she also wore the black calf 6 inch stiletto heeled opera pumps that she had been training in when she was in her apartment. It was the first time she had been out in public in them and also the first time Nancy had driven in them as well. It hadn’t taken her long for her to get used to them since she had practiced in her parking lot by pressing the accelerator and brake pedals without the car running in order to get used to them while actually driving.

At the gas station, Nancy got out of the car and walked inside and went to the liquor section at the rear of the store, passing by a young couple shopping for snacks in the center aisle. Nancy noticed how they both looked up as she approached them and after passing, she could see them staring at her, through a reflection on the glass door of a cooler towards the back of the store. Nancy then continued and walked to the liquor counter where a good looking male cashier was standing watching her approach him in her 6 inch stiletto heels.

She then stood in front in front of him and confidently said while flaunting her pointy breasts at the cashier and saying, “I want 750 milliliter bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay.”

“That’s an easy order. The Jack Daniels is right behind me on the shelf and the wine is down at the end of the counter,” the man replied as he turned and got the bourbon and set it on the counter.

He then walked to end of the counter and retrieved the wine from the shelf, before asking, “Will that be all?”

Nancy indicated that was all she needed as he rang up the purchase. She paid him in cash and then picked up the plastic bag in her right hand and started walking away from the counter.

He watched her strut towards the door before saying, “I really like those heels.”

Nancy stopped and turned back towards him and escort ataşehir said, “Thank you very much. What is it you like about them?”

“I like the heel height and you wear them very well,” the clerk answered as she modeled the stilettos by holding her left leg up displaying one of them for his closer inspection.

“Actually, I have heels higher than these, but I’m glad you noticed,” Nancy mused as she thrust her chest slightly forward so that he also got a good look at her sharp pointed cone bra cups which were about to burst through her blouse.

She then quickly turned around and sashayed out the front door of the convenience store.

Nancy drove to Jim’s apartment, which was located rather close to the store where they both worked, and arrived there around seven O’clock. She took the two bottles up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Donna knew where his apartment was located because he had showed it to her on one of their lunch breaks at work. Jim opened the door and helped her with the two bottles as she stepped inside. After he set the bottles on the kitchen counter, Nancy said she had to go back out and get her suitcase from the car. Jim said he would go get it himself. After he took the suitcase upstairs to the guest bedroom, Jim came back down and put her bottle of wine in an ice bucket before stepping over to Nancy and passionately French kissing her as she returned the favor.

After they kissed for a few minutes, Jim poured the wine for Nancy before making his own bourbon and water. As they sipped their drinks, Nancy mentioned to Jim that she had stopped at a convenience store to buy the liquor and put on a show for a couple of patrons as well as the clerk before coming to his apartment. Nancy said that she played the haughty role for the clerk in particular, after he complemented her of her 6 inch stilettos. Nancy said that she had made up her mind that if she was going to go to the trouble of figure and ultra high heel training to the extent that was planned for her; she wasn’t going out of her way to hide the results. Nancy did say that she would be more conservative while attending class, but other than that, she wouldn’t go to extreme measures to conceal her figure or wear lower than 5-1/4 inch heels. Jim said that he one hundred percent agreed with her and further noted that she didn’t have anything to gain by dressing overly conservatively.

Jim then changed the subject and described a script he was writing for her next series of web site advertising videos featuring the “Fabulous Fifties Forever” bras and ultra high heels. Jim had several different bondage and non-bondage scenarios in mind for her that he was simultaneously working on, but tonight he wanted to begin tutoring Nancy to model various styles of bras and heels in a Maidenform-type of bra advertisement with her dressed in the harem costume that she had insisted on bringing over tonight. Jim said that he would also be featuring her in more extreme ‘Damsel-in-Destress’ bondage situations in future videos. The phrase “more extreme bondage situations” caught Nancy’s attention, causing her nipples to begin stiffening just by those words.

Jim had picked up on her comment earlier that afternoon when Nancy said that that wanted to role play in that harem costume that she modeled earlier in the day, so he planned the evening around that theme. He said that she could play that role tonight and practice for the upcoming video at the same time because the harem video was the next in the series that he would be talking to Monica about producing for her online website catalog.

Jim continued and said that in the video she would be in the harem outfit and the bondage element would come as a result of a couple of different scenarios that he had in mind. One was that she would be abducted by a rival Sheik to her own Master because he thought that she could tell them about her owner’s palace security, because they planned to break in and secretly steel some of his diamond treasures. Jim said it was a rather weak premise and that he would work on coming up with some other reasons, but the whole point was to display her bound and tortured, struggling in her Forever Fabulous Fifties bra’s and ultra high heels. The purpose of this type of bondage video was to attract the attention from the BDSM-type customers that were also into other fetishes such as ultra high heels. He also said he had given quite a bit of thought to various stage settings and bondage positions, but hadn’t settled on one for this type of video. Jim told Nancy that he was going to try to simulate the one that he was considering later on tonight and see what she thought of it, but she was free to add any thoughts of her own.

He said that she should go upstairs and change into the harem outfit so they could try out his bondage idea since he had stopped at the hardware store on his way home and picked up a few things in order to try and simulate the particular bondage setup for the video. Nancy was becoming even more aroused as he explained that she escort pendik would be bound up in her harem costume that she had specifically wanted to role play in tonight.

“That sounds great. And I think you’ll like the particular harem outfit that I brought because I think it will be perfect for what you have it mind,” Nancy enthusiastically said while getting up and heading to the upstairs guest bedroom where Jim had put her suitcase.

After a few minutes, Nancy returned decked out in the harem outfit that she had modeled earlier that day. It was all purple and gold with gauzy harem pants except she had replaced the built-in panty with a purple bikini style with side ties. There was a slit in groin of the pants that would allow penetration without having to remove them entirely. A purple belt was cinched at the waist and tucked into it was some dangling beads and a hip scarf with matching gold printing. Nancy wore a rhinestone tiara headpiece with an attached purple veil, that in conjunction with a fancy purple and gold full face mask, completely shielded her face from being recognized.

Just like in the photography session earlier that day, the purple transparent gauzy top, with an empire bust line, had tiny breast slits which allowed the gold colored metal tips of the bra-like breast cones to poke through. It was one of Monica’s open tipped cone bras that had been dyed purple and also wrapped tightly in purple silk which allowed the cups to maintain their extreme conical shape while adding to the exotic nature of the themed costume. Small metal cones had been attached and covered the otherwise open cup tips of the of the cone bra. Finally, small gold colored bells were attached to the metal tips with tiny two inch long miniature chains which poked out through the slits of the gauzy silk top and rang with her every movement!

Nancy had decided to start with the non-adult version of the matching harem bra by first using the bra with the gold colored cone tips. The metal tips could be removed from the bra leaving her stiff nipples and pouty areolas totally exposed for the adult version of the harem bra. Nancy wore a pair of heels that she had earlier modeled with the harem costume which were gold lame fabric covered open sided D’Orsay pumps with 5-5/8 inch French spiked heels.

She exquisitely modeled that costume for Jim by performing her belly dancing sequence and doing sensual poses that really made the disguised cone bra come alive with the ringing of both bells! He was really impressed by how authentic she appeared in the sexy costume since he had not seen her modeling it that morning at the photography session. After performing for about two or three minutes, Nancy said act two was coming up as she quickly left the room and went into the kitchen. Nancy was only gone for a little over a minute when she returned in a different bra. Actually it was the same bra, but she had removed the metal tips and converted it to the adult version which allowed her to attach the same type bells to each of her stiff nipples by adjustable two inch long tweezer clamps.

Nancy again modeled the costume by performing a belly dancing routine and rang the bells very effectively and, like earlier in the day, she almost could play a simple tune by wiggling her top in a rhythmic manner. She also demonstrated that she could almost ring the bells by jiggling her nipples by only using muscle control. Nancy told Jim that when she started her nipple and ultra high heel training, she had also had started pectoral muscle exercises including pushups, skipping rope, and bench pressing with dumbbells in order help firm up and enhance her reshaped breasts. What Nancy didn’t tell Jim was that she also started performing Kegel Exercises to strengthen vaginal muscles for more intense orgasms and to better grip the male penis during intercourse.

Jim was very impressed with the entire show she had put on for his benefit. And the bulge in his trousers indicated to Nancy that she had gotten him in the mood to try out his new bondage technique for the upcoming video.

“I thought that being the nipple freak you are, you’d enjoy the bell ringing display that I did at the photo session this morning; and I see I was right. As I do more pectoral muscle exercises, I’m sure I can ring the bells with only muscle control,” Nancy gleefully announced as she stared at his bulging crotch.

“You sure gave it a good try and I agree, when your nipples are fully trained they should be a fabulous selling point for the open tipped cone bras,” Jim responded in a complementary and enthusiastic fashion.

Nancy then asked, “What’s the bondage idea that you wanted to show me tonight?”

“Well since we practiced the chair bondage last night and recorded the video today, I think we should try something different tonight. But since I didn’t have many bondage related props here at the apartment, I stopped at the hardware store after I left the studio and picked up some things to temporarily simulate a St. Andrews Cross for your bondage escort ümraniye training lesson. I knew you wanted to role play in this harem costume so I thought it would be a good vehicle for you to show off your good points while being tortured to reveal the security information that the rival Sheik needed to break into your Master’s fortress,” Jim responded casually.

Nancy was puzzled by his comment since she wasn’t sure what a St. Andrews Cross was, particularly in regard to a bondage prop. Jim recognized that she was confused about the term and explained that it was an X frame, typically made from wood, that a submissive could be strapped, tied, or manacled to at their wrists, ankles, and other locations in a spread-eagled manner. Jim explained that after stopping at the hardware store, he had rigged up a rather crude St. Andrews Cross without the wood cross itself. He said that he made it from two, 2 inch by 2 inch pieces of lumber, various chains, and eyehooks which he had assembled in the unfinished basement before she arrived that evening. Jim also said that starting tomorrow; he would start fabricating a formal wooden St, Andrews Cross and put together some other more sophisticated bondage props and equipment that he could make from standard materials available at a good hardware store. They could use them in the coming weeks for her bondage model training.

By now Nancy was highly aroused just by Jim’s explanation of a St. Andrews Cross and all the other talk about her modeling bras and ultra high heels, particularly in bondage situations while playing the damsel in distress role. Jim sensed her arousal and suggested that they go to basement to start preparing her for the upcoming harem video using the bondage prop that he had just prepared in the basement. He told Nancy to put the gold tips with the bells back on her bra, but to bring along the nipples clips with bells attached since she would need them later. Donna complied by going into the kitchen, changing out the bra tips as Jim had requested, and brought the nipple clips and bells back with her to the bar area.

Jim then led Nancy, with the bells ringing with each step, down the open stairwell, which was finished and carpeted, and opened the six panel door at the bottom to the basement entrance. He turned on the wall switch to a lamp that was on an end table, located in between an easy chair and a couch, which he had had relegated to the front part of the unfinished basement. There was a washer and dryer located towards the rear portion where the furnace and air conditioning unit was positioned along with several storage shelves and cardboard storage boxes.

Jim had rigged up two makeshift spreader bars, about four feet long from two, 2 inch by 2 inch pieces of wood with eyehooks near the ends. They were setting on another table located in front of the couch towards the center part of the room. In addition, there was a large zippered duffel bag on the floor near the table and was much bigger than the one he had taken to Nancy’s apartment last evening.

Jim led Nancy over to the center part of the room to a specific spot and had her stand facing the couch. Next, Jim went to the duffel bag and retrieved four, two inch wide, leather cuffs and systematically buckled and locked them on her wrists and ankles by adjusting the elasticized pantaloons and long sleeves of the blouse so that they were above the cuffs themselves.

He then got some small lengths of chain and eight, double ended, snap hooks from the duffel bag and attached four of them to the eye hooks at the ends of the two wooden spreader bars. Jim then attached four, six inch long pieces of the metal chain to the other ends of those four, double ended, snap hooks and kept the four remaining in one hand as he picked up the two spreader bars in the other hand and returned to were Nancy was silently standing.

Kneeling down before setting all the items on the floor, Jim attached another snap hook to the end of the chain at one end of a spreader bar and then onto the D ring of Nancy’s right ankle cuff. Therefore, there was about six inches of chain between her ankle cuff and the eye hook on the spreader bar. Similarly, he had Nancy spread her left foot about three feet apart and then snapped the hook on that ankle cuff D ring to the other chain end. Nancy was therefore standing awkwardly with her ankles bent since her shoes were flat on the floor and spread apart slightly less than three feet. She could achieve a little slack by shifting her feet slightly further apart, but that was somewhat painful so Nancy kept the chains tight by keeping her feet together as close as possible.

Jim went back to the duffle bag and retrieved some more lengths of chain and double ended snap hooks and returned to where Nancy was standing with her feet spread apart. He first hooked the additional chains and snap hooks to the other spreader bar eye hooks where the first ones were also attached before connecting the entire wooden bar to two additional eye hooks that he had previously installed in the ceiling floor joists above where Nancy was standing so that they hung over her head by at least two and a half feet. Finally, Jim lifted Nancy’s right arm and attached the dangling chain from one end of the overhead spreader bar to her wrist cup and quickly followed suit with her left arm leaving her in a vertical spread-eagle position with most of her weight on Nancy’s 5-5/8 French spiked heels.