Author’s note:

In this chapter we draw together some of the story threads alluded to in previous chapters, so I must give warning to readers – there is a description of years-past violent trauma. If you’re just here for the sex, skip over that and keep reading further down, there’s far more BDSM-flavored fun in this chapter than the last.

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“Dammit, I don’t know!”

“No need to get angry, I was just wondering if you’d found anywhere yet.” Deirdre had called me up after dinner, wondering if I’d yet found a place for us to practice. I’d gotten home from practice myself, showered and made dinner for Tori and I, and gotten this phone call as I was finishing up the dishes.

Tori was now, predictably, curled up in the spare bedroom, either asleep or glaring a hole in the wall.

“Could we practice in your living room?”

She snorted. “My house is a mess and my living room is tiny. What about you?”

“Yeah, not big enough for combat sports.”

I could hear the gears turning in her brain through the phone. “You have a basement, an attic that would work?”

“Ha. Basement is full of wood and carpentry stuff.”

“Attic? You have a spare bedroom we could use maybe?”

I thought for a minute. The padded, soundproof attic would be perfect for fight training, but Tori’s stuff was still up there. Yeah, I could move it to give us space, but Deirdre would get to see the kinky part of me. Hell, my boss already knew about my sex life, why not?

“Actually, the attic would be perfect…but, I’ve got to warn you first.”

“Anything but bats,” she said hurriedly.

I laughed. “It’s finished, I promise. It’s just that…” How to explain this…

“What?”

“Hmmm… How do I say this… My neighbor shares the attic with me, we live in a row of townhouses, and she uses the attic for storing furniture she makes.”

“Ok. Is there enough room?”

“Oh yeah, it’s not that. It’s just… It’s sex furniture.”

Silence.

Finally, Deirdre spoke again, her voice odd. “Well. That’s different.”

“If you don’t want to practice up there, that’s fine. I wouldn’t want to if I didn’t know her. If you do still want to practice, I’ll just go up and shove it all up against the walls on her side, no big deal.”

Deirdre laughed. “Fuck, that’s weird.”

“That’s my life these days. Take it or leave it.”

“That’s fine. Where do you live?”

I told her my address and hung up, then headed for Tori’s room. She was sitting on the bed, watching TV with a soulless look in her eyes.

“Hey neighbor,” I said brightly. “Got a minute?”

She wrenched her head towards me, away from a scene of a construction crew tearing apart a house while a voiceover discussed some interpersonal drama. “‘sup?”

“Would you mind hanging out at your place for a while? I’m having company over.”

Tori shrugged. “Sure, if you hook up the cable.”

“Will do.”

She rose and pushed past me on her way out the door, and I went downstairs to hook up the cable to her apartment. My heart broke seeing her like this. She’d always been strong, happy, invulnerable, unbreakable, iron will and deadly skills. Now she was a shell. She wasn’t even taking care of her body anymore – noticeably gaining weight and losing muscle, even her hair losing its glossy shine.

And I couldn’t help her. All I could do was watch.

I gritted my teeth and growled as I shoved piles of wood aside to get to the cable box, swore and strained to push the heavy furniture around in the attic, and by the time my doorbell rang I’d worked myself into a fairly hyped up state, anxious to start burning some physical and emotional energy, practicing the violent skills I was learning.

Deirdre peeked into my apartment, looked around before stepping in. “What, no gimps? No orgies? Where are the slave girls?”

“Haha, very funny.”

She slugged me in the arm. “I’m just busting your balls. In reality, thank you. It feels like there’s way too long between classes, I feel like I’m learning just to lose it.”

“Happy to help, I gotta admit I’m obsessed with practicing these days.”

“It is fun, isn’t it? Where’s your bathroom, I’d like to change.”

I pointed her to the bathroom, and watched as she walked to it and shut the door. A lately-uncharacteristic appreciation bloomed in my brain as I watched her jeans-clad ass twitch and her long red hair sway from side to side on her way to the bathroom.

Pretty girl.

“I thought you said there wasn’t a Misses Galloway, there’s a woman’s razor on the counter.” Deirdre exited the bathroom dressed in rash-guards, compression shirt, and athletic shorts, hair tied back.

“Houseguest. Bunking in the spare bedroom for a while. She’s not here right now though. Definitely no misses Galloway.”

We headed upstairs and I paused at the door to the attic. “I’m gonna apologize in advance if this offends you.”

The redhead snickered. “I’m not a prude, Gary.”

“Ok.”

“Fuck escort kadıköy me…” Deirdre breathed when she saw the furniture piled up on Tori’s side of the large attic. Even collapsed, folded up, stacked together when possible, there was no mistaking the assemblies of wood, metal, and leather for anything other than their intended purpose.

“I mean…if you want…” I teased, and she shot a sidekick at me that I easily dodged.

“I feel like its all watching me,” she said as she dug her gloves and mouth guard out of her duffel.

“Ignore it and hit me. If you can.”

We sparred for a while, warming up by perfecting our punches and kicks, me giving the smaller woman pointers on how to make every impact more effective. I’d only been at this two months or so, but I’d spent every spare hour at the dojo, two to four hours every day, I’d been working out besides, and I simply took to it better than she did.

After warming up, we moved on to submissions, the very satisfying – if technically challenging – finishing moves that disabled an opponent. First practicing them, chokes and joint locks, until she’d accustomed herself to the bodily motions necessary, and then practicing flowing into those submissions from various positions, guard, mount, side, a little bit of tackling.

I felt myself getting more and more agitated as the minutes wore on. While this was good practice, she just didn’t get it. It was like wrestling with a semi-sentient rag-doll, one that did little more than put up a struggle and burning muscle resistance as we scrabbled across the thickly padded floor. It was like she couldn’t learn, or didn’t want to.

Hell, maybe I should just tell her she wasn’t very good. But then, I wasn’t very good either, not in the grand scheme of things.

I was self-aware enough to realize my frustration was with myself, with the circumstances I found myself in. and it was also with the rising realization that I was enjoying this. The wrestling and tackling and punching I could do with or without, but the physicality, the feeling of a female body against mine, using muscle and energy against her, the sound of her breathing, the sounds of impact, the scent of her…

Dammit.

I was, weirdly, getting turned on. And that pissed me the fuck off.

“You ever think about just shooting someone, or stabbing them instead of wrestling them?” I asked when we stopped for water next.

“Yeah. Can’t always count on that though.” Deirdre gulped from a Nalgene and then jammed her mouth guard back in. “Again?”

“Go.”

She advanced at me in a wrestler’s half crouch, springing forward to plant a shoulder into my gut, hands wrenching at my knees, trying to tip me over. It was like a flea trying to tip over a dog. But I let myself fall anyway, bringing my legs up around her waist in guard. She collapsed to my chest, pulling her arms in so I couldn’t exploit a joint lock. For a moment we struggled, body to body, and then she exploded upright, getting her feet under her and attempting to push down my wrapped legs.

I let her make the attempt, and then grabbed one arm, shifting my knee up to her shoulder, catching my calf with my other knee, pulling her down into a strangling clench. She waled away at my sides with her padded fists, fighting the decreasing oxygen in her lungs as she tried to fight free. Her pale skin reddened and anger and panic flashed across her face. With a last burst of strength, she forced herself to her feet, lifting me bodily off the ground, and then collapsing, letting us both drop, sandwiching me between her and the floor.

That broke her free from my choke, but it was a simple matter to swing one leg over and force her to her back with her arm outstretched. I arched my hips up and Deirdre’s hand swatted my leg frantically. I released her and she rolled away, offering me a hand once she’d risen. “Shit this is hard.”

She pulled out her mouth guard and sucked down water, and I stomped over to my bag and did the same. I was pissed at myself for the way I was feeling, for the wholly inappropriate way I was enjoying myself, inappropriate to be enjoying this contact with her, after a tragedy. More pissed at myself for allowing myself to even feel such things apart from Tori and Sienna… and Jessie.

Deirdre watched me with a weird look from across the attic. “You alright?”

“Push fucking play already!” I motioned her towards me, hoping this time she’d bring an A game. Or even a B or C game. I wanted to get hurt.

It wasn’t to be. She advanced with a flurry of strikes that I swatted away easily, and I caught the kick that she fired into my side. I trapped it under my arm, rocking her knee with one hand. She kept balance, so I hooked the back of her leg with one of mine and toppled her. I landed heavily on top, and there was a long delay between her opening her legs beneath me and them wrapping around my waist for a guard position. In keeping with our practice, I escort kartal threw mock punches at her head, and she pulled me down to her chest by my neck.

I pushed powerfully back as I held her by her hips, breaking the guard and sliding heavily across her chest to pin her from the side. We lay there panting for a moment, just trying to get our breathing back.

Deirdre made eye contact and shifted on the floor, not to gain better position, but to get more comfortable. The look on her face was soft, expectant, and I leaned over, my lips millimeters from hers. I was so angry at myself I couldn’t think straight, and so turned on I didn’t care.

The redhead beneath me didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch, didn’t complain, she just opened her mouth. I kissed her softly at first, then harder. She squirmed into closer contact, her tongue fluttering against mine, moaning as my grip on her and the pressure of my lips against hers tightened.

We broke for air and she moved, I let her roll me to my back and sit astride me. Hands on my chest, she looked down hungrily at me as she ground her pelvis against mine, slowly back and forth, an unmistakable rhythm.

“Bedroom, shower first, or right here?” I asked.

“Right here.”

There was a mad scramble to get our shoes and shirts off, and her breasts – once freed from her tight shirt and their sports bra – were as nice as I’d imagined, heavy handfuls capped with puffy pink nipples that were so sensitive her eyes rolled back when I sat forward to suck on them, teasing them into wet, diamond-hard nubs. “Ohhhh shit that feels great,” she said breathily, before pushing me to my back and kissing her way down my chest to the waistband of my shorts. “I can’t wait to see this dick…”

She took down my shorts and undershorts slowly, groaning to herself when my erection sprang free and slapped down against my abdomen.

“You really don’t want to do that, I’m all sweaty,” I warned when she brought her lips to the head.

“I don’t give a fuck I’m so turned on.”

I watched as she licked around the engorged purple head, dragged the tip of her tongue all the way down to my balls, then back up, and finally taking me in her mouth sucking ferociously at the head while pumping my shaft with one hand. The other hand was fumbling around by her waist, pushing her shorts off, and I got a quick glimpse of pale skin before she settled back down between my legs to suck.

The sensation was fantastic – actually being turned on while being so perfectly serviced was a feeling I hadn’t in a while. I thrust my hips up as much as I could with her gripping my prick, masturbating myself with her hand and the wet suction of her mouth.

Deirdre raised her head, looked at me with lust filled eyes as she continued to pump. “You know if there are condoms in this dungeon?”

“I’ll grab them.” I rose quickly, stripping off the rest of my clothing and crossing to the dresser. The cool air took away some of my need to cum, and I rolled the rubber down, thankful that it would deaden some sensation. I was so amped up right now, and the sight of the naked redhead sprawled on the floor, rubbing slow circles on her pubic mound was driving me crazy. I stood over her for a moment, watching her masturbate. She had a pale, lean body, a little more fat and muscle than Jessie, the healthy look of someone who spends time in the gym. With shorter black hair she’d probably pass as the Goth girl’s sister.

I knelt, rubbed my rubber-clad dick against her soaking wet slit, over her short red bush, teasingly dipping it in between her dripping, engorged lips and then drawing it out to rub against her clit some more. Deirdre writhed on the floor as I played with her, and then her eyes went wide and she ground her head back into the floor with a gasp as I lifted her legs by the knees, opening her thighs further and pushing into her. She was tight but slick, and I took a moment to enjoy not only the feeling of her pussy gripping me as I slowly thrust, but the view of her labia stretched wide apart by my dick.

I let her legs fall to my sides and lowered myself to her body, holding myself just slightly above, kissing her cheek and neck, one hand squeezing and rubbing at one of those fantastic breasts. She moaned and bucked her hips at me, taking me deeper inside, and I picked up the pace. Our bodies pressed together, Deirdre clasped her legs together high up my back, locking me to her while grabbing my ass with one hand, tugging me into her harder with each thrust, her other hand worked between us, furiously strumming her clit as I hammered away.

“Fuck that’s good,” she groaned when we broke our kiss. “So close, so close…” Her soaking wet tunnel constricted around me, and her legs did the same as she climaxed, and with her whole body gripping me tightly I changed my thrusts from balls-slapping-ass speed to deep, gentle rocking that made her cry out again and again.

The contractions slowed escort maltepe and then ceased and Deirdre let her head fall back to the floor from where it had been pressed into the crook of my shoulder. She licked her lips and looked hungrily down between our bodies to the slight view of my groin pressing against hers and the brief glimpse of cock as I pulled away, disappearing again as we moved together.

“You’re better at this than the other kind of wrestling,” I joked.

She sighed contentedly, and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. Her skin was flushed deep red, her nipples standing rock hard, and her red hair was a mess on the floor, the tie she’d had in it coming undone some time earlier.

“This has ended a pretty long dry spell for me. I needed this. And I think you did too.”

I shut her up with a kiss. No need to talk about that. She pushed me away after a moment. “Mind if I get on top?”

I grinned. “Yeah, I do.” And then I picked up the pace, driving into her hard and fast. Deirdre laughed and gripped me tighter, and I reveled in the feeling of a solid feminine body against me, the wet slapping noise of our fucking, the way she clung to me. I reached down and cupped one asscheek, pulling her further down onto me, brushing her backdoor with one finger. She didn’t protest, and I gently pushed through that constriction, prompting a shriek and a giggle from the redhead as I stimulated the second most sensitive part of her body. I thrust deep and deliberately into her and those gasps turned into cries of pleasure and just when her quivering, flushed body seemed poised to go over the edge again, I pulled out and pulled away.

Deirdre whined and quirked a finger at me, motioning me back, and I flipped her over by her hips. She laughed loudly as I manhandled her into position, rutting against her ass-cleavage for a moment before notching my prick in between her delicate wet lips and filling her again.

It was nice, SATISFYING to just FUCK again. To let my aggression out and enjoy the results. I left red handprints on her ass from slapping it, pushed her upper body roughly down onto the soft floor, reached down to spread her legs wider, brought her to two more shaking, shrieking orgasms from the grind of her tits on the carpet and the motion of my cock sawing in and out of her snatch before my need to cum boiled over. I pulled out of the writhing redhead below me and ripped the condom off, pumping myself a few times while aiming over the expanse of pale skin before me. Ropes of white shot from my cockhead, landing in streaks on her heaving back, three, four thick ribbons, the last droplets falling to spatter the small upturned bottom below me.

We both slumped to the soft floor, breathing heavily.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Deirdre said. “I really thought you were gay.”

I chuckled. “Why?”

She reached out and squeezed one bicep. “Hot, single, and apparently not looking for women.”

“I’m glad I could prove you wrong like this.”

“Me too.”

We lay there sucking in air for a while, relaxing after our exertions. “I’ve gotta confess,” I told her finally, “This stuff isn’t just my neighbor’s. Yeah, she builds it, but I’ve gotten to use it on occasion.”

Deirdre shifted on the floor, obviously aroused. ” I’ve got a confession too then… It was hard trying to hide how turned on I was seeing all that stuff…”

I raised an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”

“In the shower.”

We made out under the spray of hot water, and it felt renewing. I was Gary Galloway again, no cares, no worries, just my libido and a willing woman. Deirdre sighed and wiped water from her eyes when I gently pushed her back against the tile. “So tell me why seeing all that…equipment…turned you on.”

She shrugged, managed to make even that movement erotic. “‘cuz I’m kinky?”

“You are?”

A vigorous nod. “Oh yeah.”

“Define kinky.”

She thought for a moment. “I like to be watched. Or at least have sex where there’s a risk of people seeing me. I like to be…seen? I loved the way you pulled my legs up and apart, that feels so…open. Exposed.”

“Interesting. So you’re an exhibitionist?”

“Not…exactly, but I kinda want to be. I get turned on by the thought, talking about it, fantasizing about it, but the closest I’ve come to what I want is having sex on a hotel balcony like thirty-five stories up.”

I leaned in and kissed her, lowered my head so I could tease my tongue across her collarbone and sensitive neck. “And what do you want? What’s your favorite fantasy?”

Deirdre’s hand moved between us to massage my dick with long, slow strokes. “Ohhhh… I want to…I want to go to a fancy restaurant in a really low cut, revealing dress that my date picked out for me, and talk about all the filthy, degrading ways he’s going to fuck me when we get home. And I get so turned on, so wet, that I get out of my chair and crawl to my date, kneel in front of him and pull his cock out of his pants and suck it, right there in the restaurant. And everybody around is watching me go down, and I can hear them talking about what a whore I am…”

She’d had her eyes closed while she was telling me her fantasy, and when she opened them, she looked away and blushed deeply. “Stupid huh? Not only totally illegal, but a terrible idea because of my, uh, my…”

Liz’s Master did not like it when she asked Him to fuck her. He controlled when and where she would be fucked. She had been asking Him to fuck her so he punished her by having her suck his cock without any sex. If she did as she was told she would receive pleasure. She had to learn not to ask.

One day she received an IM from him to come to him immediately, not to say a word, get on her knees when she got there and suck his hard cock. She went to Him as she always did when He needed her. She got on her knees. His cock was semi hard. She fondled his growing cock while she licked the head. She sucked his balls while she stroked his growing cock. Then he grabbed her hair and stuck his hard cock in her mouth. She had one hand around the base of his cock but he took it away and made her gag. He was very pleased. He fucked her mouth very roughly making her gag several times. She was looking forward to receiving his spunk. She hated it when she gagged, she wanted to be able to take the whole length of his cock without gagging. If only she could control the gagging.

His fucking became faster and rougher. She knew he was soon going to loose his load and she was waiting with anticipation. She enjoyed drinking her Master’s cum. She looked up at Him and knew by the look on His face that he was enjoying the sight and the feel. Then she could feel His cum squirting in her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as he filled her mouth. She wouldn’t dare spill any escort kurtköy of His precious man milk. He was very pleased with her. She got up, licked her lips and left, just as she had been told.

The next morning she received an email from her Master. He told her to go to the hotel, room 309, at precisely 3:30. She was very excited. Her pussy started to tingle. She was looking at the clock the whole day, counting the minutes until it was time to go. She went to room 309 at 3:30 and knocked on the door. A talk handsome man opened the door and said that he was expecting her. She had never seen this man before. She was a little nervous. He sat on the edge of the bed and told her to strip for him, said that her Master wants her naked when He gets there. She slowly took off her clothes and stood before this stranger completely naked. He motioned her to stand before him. He touched her soft breasts. He drew her to him and gently nibbled on her neck. She felt his fingers touch her pussy and noticed that she was very wet. He moaned. He stood up and removed his clothes. His cock was huge. He lay back on the bed and told her to suck him. She got on her hands and knees between his legs and slowly pumped his cock with her mouth. At that moment she heard the door open. She looked to see who had entered, it was her Master. As He was walking towards her He was also taking his clothes off. Her ass was stuck escort beykoz up in the air as she continued to suck the stranger’s cock. Her Master got behind her and thrust his cock into her slippery cunt. He slapped her ass really hard and said, “is this what you want, slut.” Then he said, “suck that cock for your Master.”

Her pussy enveloped every inch of His cock. He pumped her harder and faster and he continued to slap her ass. He grabbed her hands so that He could push her down on the cock she was sucking. She gagged. He was pleased. He was fucking her really hard.

Then He withdrew his cock and told her to lick Him clean. He was standing beside the bed. Still on her hands and knees, she turned around so that she was facing him. She licked His cock. The stranger got behind her and stuck his big cock in her cunt. He was huge and it hurt a little. Her Master forced her back onto the cock telling her she could take it. He told the stranger to fuck her hard, that she likes it rough. Then He told her to suck his cock after she cleaned her pussy juice off. She did as she was told.

Her clit was swollen from all of this sexual excitement. She couldn’t help but play with herself. She rubbed her clit while the stranger fucked her and while she sucked her Master’s hard cock. She could feel the orgasm building, her clit was very hard, her pussy was extremely wet. She continued to play escort üsküdar with herself until she came. She moaned really loud and her whole body shook. The release felt good.

Her Master grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed. The stranger followed his lead. She was laying on her back. Her Master spread her legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. He was still standing. He thrust his cock inside her pussy. She loved the way he fucked her and the feeling of his cock inside her. The stranger knelt beside her face and she sucked his cock while her Master pumped her. She played with herself again. She wanted to have an orgasm for her Master. When she came for the second time he said, “slut, did you just cum on my cock!!” He fucked her very roughly for doing that and told her to suck the cock in her mouth.

Then he took his cock out of her pussy, knelt beside her on the other side of her face. She was laying there with a cock on each side of her mouth. She licked one then the other. They were each stroking their cocks, preparing a load for her. The stranger squirted directly into her mouth while she lapped it up. Her Master started squirting before the stranger was finished. She almost gagged on the massive amount of cum in her mouth, but she swallowed every drop.

When her Master got dressed he bent down as she lay there, spent from the sexual workout. He kissed her and told her that she had done a great job and that He was very pleased. This made her smile. She had been a good slut to her Master.

For the next couple of days her pussy was tender from the beating it had received but she would not dare say anything. She had pleased her Master and received his cock in her pussy. She was a very lucky slut to have Him as a Master and she was looking forward to more.

I awoke to find myself naked, hanging from the ceiling by two hooks. Dazed and confused, I tried to lift my weary eyes. The last thing I remembered was walking out with that hot girl from the bar. Was I drugged? I felt misty and couldn’t seem to focus. Suddenly, I realized that I was naked and in a strange place. In front of me, drinking wine from a glass, was the woman, only now she was wearing black boots, black nylons, a white corset and black lace. She smirked at me as she drank her wine. I tried to gasp and struggle as I noticed a table lined with torture equipment. I tried to scream for help, only to realize my mouth was covered with duct tape.

“Oh, you have been a very bad boy, Mr. Hanson,” she said. Who the fuck was Hanson? “I have tracked your internet history. And I know that you have been buying slave girls for the last month.”

WTF? She has the wrong person, I thought. Either that or she was completely insane, either way I was screwed. I tried to get free, grabbing the ropes with my wrists. Pain shocked me as the rope burned through my skin.

I tried to kick, only to realize that my toes were the only thing able to touch the ground…no, not the ground, I was standing on a pile of books. I knew that I was short to begin with, but it was too much when she bent down and took a book away. The ropes tightened. I screamed and struggled. Surely, this was an apartment by the size of the room. This must mean that she had neighbors.

“Oh, I wouldn’t,” she cooed, pressing her finger in a ‘shh’ position over the tape. “I have evidence and your IP address. I’ll go to the cops and tell them you tried to rape me. Who do you think they will believe? You or me? Now. Listen up, you like slaves, so your punishment will be that you will be my slave. Nod if you understand.” I panicked, what was she talking about? Quickly, I nodded for fear of what she would do. She was right. Even if I wasn’t this Hanson person, if she accused me there was a good chance the cops would believe a woman over a man any day. Who would believe a man could be raped? I gulped.

She laughed and spun around me, eying her toys as if they were candy. “Good boy.” She pulled out a large leather whip. I gulped again. She brushed the tassels over my legs as she continued to spin around me slowly.

I tried to struggle, but it took all I had to keep my big toes on the remaining books. She grabbed a razor from the table and while holding the whip underneath my balls, she turned the electric razor on. “Only real men have hair down there, and you, my boy, are not a real man.” She shaved me clean, holding me still with the threat of a whip to the testicles.

I kept very still in pure fear, but my

body started to get the best of me, and I started to get a bit hard. I didn’t know what she would do next. She laughed and put the razor down, then stroked me until I hardened fully. “Oh, look who likes me.”

I shook my head and mumbled through the duct tape, “fuck you!” She frowned and gripped my cock hard, pulling escort ataköy it down, forcing the rope to cut further into my wrists. I moaned in pain, eyes watering.

“That’s better,” she answered my tears. “I will teach you manners.” She walked behind me and spanked my ass with the whip. I felt red hot flames hit my skin and two seconds later a cold icy pain. I couldn’t help but grunt. “Apologize, slave! Say, ‘sorry, mommy’.”

No way in hell, bitch, I thought.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!! The sounds had to be loud enough for someone to hear. I screamed partly for pain and partly to get someone’s attention. No one came. SLAP! SLAP! Was I bleeding? The pain was intolerable. I began to cry openly.

“You can end the pain! Say sorry, you little boy,” she growled, slapping me again. I jerked forward and almost lost balance on the book. No way in hell, you crazy bitch. But she kept on a few more times. I felt dead below the waist. “Think your tough?” She scoffed, obviously not sated. She moved in front of me, eying my tears. The wet streams loosened the duct tape. I tried using my tongue to push it off me. As soon as I could, I would yell for help. She seemed to get off on my futile efforts. “Let’s see how tough you are! Apologize!” She screamed as she began. In a flash and before I could react, she slapped the whip as hard as she could over my penis. I let out a scream before I was even continuous of the pain.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” I whimpered.

“Thought as much,” she answered, “but I am not your mommy, you little bitch.” I nodded over and over. Crazy fucking bitch. My cock withered into the cover of my foreskin. I felt like it was on an icy fire. I had never felt pain as bad as that. “That’s better. Like a little boy.” Then she spit on my cock. She walked out the room and left me crying. It was several minutes before I realized that she had left me for a while.

My first instinct was to escape, but I could loosely feel blood trickling from my wrists. No way out. I would have to try to get the tape off, but it was no use, it was wrapped completely around my head probably more than once. I just hung for what seemed like hours. Just thinking of plans. I would try to kick her, but I was obviously drugged because I had barely enough energy to move my knees let alone make a full kick while tied.

She came back before too long anyway. She had obviously eaten in the that time, her breath smelled like chicken and beer. “How is my little slave? Ready to start behaving?” I nodded, afraid of the whip again. “Good boy,” she said and smiled. I would try my best to avoid making her angry and to keep her smiling.

Okay. Breathe, just breathe. I was now in survival mode. Ignoring the pain of my arms and extremities behind and placing myself as into a submissive state. I would do whatever I could to prove I was not this person and convince her to let me go. As soon as she released me, I planned to use all the strength I could to take her down. For now though, I need escort istanbul to save my energy. Conserve, conceal, and then contend with her. Conserve, conceal, contend. I used the three C’s as a mantra inside my head. I was not however paying attention to the insane mother-fucker in the room, and I probably should have, as she was inspecting her toys again. I only noticed when she attached pincer onto my nipples and a pair of pads to my nipples and chest.

…Oh crap…

She pressed a button giggling softly and I felt the shock of volts press into my body. I felt my mouth water and a feeling like being punched hit me all at once. Electricity! Who the fuck? I moaned again. She awed at me, directing me to look at her. She began to touch herself, “You like this? You like me?” I nodded thinking that’s what she wanted, but she zapped me again. “You perv!” She zapped this time harder, and I screamed. Why is no one calling the cops?!

I looked at the door and she saw my gaze, “Oh honey, I live in the first and only apartment in this condo building. No one is going to save you.” I began to cry as she shocked me again. “You need to learn your lesson.” I nodded. So weak…so much pain…I passed out.

The next thing I remembered was waking up again to a needle pressure. I felt dozy, but I was coming to. More tranquilizer this time, I am sure of it. I woke up to her pouring water down my mouth. Water tasting so sweet. I felt something around my bruised bottom. A diaper. Fuck. A diaper. I felt so humiliated. Then I felt it, cold metal. My cock had been imprisoned by what felt like a chastity cage. I was too weak to move. She unbound me and laid me on a nearby couch. She turned me over the edge and put on a strap on. I felt the diaper slip off, and she pour cold something down my backside.

“I am going to show you the humiliation you show those women, when you overpower them.” She began to ride me. Now, I don’t know about the real guy she wanted to harm, but me, I’m bi so actually even though I am sure she meant to further traumatize Mr. Hanson, this actually felt really good. Is that sick? Do I actually think anything my captor is doing is good? But I couldn’t help it. The fake cock felt so real and once again my body was reacting…or at least trying. I felt more pain as my cock couldn’t get hard over the chastity belt. The cold felt good over the pain my penis had gone through, but it hurt that it couldn’t rise. “You may experience gay pleasure, even though I know you are straight.” Wrong person, bitch. I like guys, too. “But this is how your victims felt. While you got off, they had no pleasure. How do you like being used?”

I felt pre-cum start oozing through the cage and into the diaper. My whole body quivered, and I could feel goosebumps. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and without an erection, I shot cum into the diaper. A full load. She must have realized what had happened because she laughed at me and slapped my ass. She then hit my head hard, and escort çapa I was out again.

I woke up several hours later. She was sleeping on the couch. I was back in the ropes dangling, but still in my messy diaper. The dried cum was now sticking to my balls. I had burn marks over bruised nipples, and my eyes were sore from crying. There was no chance for me. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I had a hard time of it, but I had managed to come in and out of sleep. The next morning she stripped me and let me out of that ‘cage’, then tied me to the toilet and left me there all day. At least I had some privacy there to do my business. My arms were tied behind the seat so I couldn’t move, but through licking all day and the water from last night I had pretty much taken off the tape. When she came home she did not bother releasing me, but she did flush for me and take down the tape so it dangled around my neck.

She sighed and looked at me, “So I saw activity on your IP address, and I saw that you in fact are not Hanson. But you have seen way too much of me so it looks like you’re going to stay with me until I can figure out what I can do with you.”

“I won’t tell. I promise!” I begged, “Just please let me go!”

“Can’t take that chance, I’m afraid. I am sorry for what it is worth that I treated you so harshly, but you are a man, and thus you are a sexual deviant. Don’t worry though, I will raise you to be obedient and turn you from a evil man into a good little boy.”

“No, please!” I begged, but she left the room again. It was another hour before she got back, Walmart bags in hand. She must have gone shopping. She put the items on the counter and began to pull them out of their packages.

“This is a collar with a voice tag.” She said, “It also has a sensor for these rooms. If you leave the sensor room that I allow you in, you will be zapped and possibly die. If you scream, you will die. Is that understood?”

I nodded. “Please,” I whimpered. But she put the collar on me anyway. She then got another thing out. More tranquilizers. And stuck me in the shoulder with it. The next few things was a bit hazy but it seems she was cleaning my wounds, then wrapping them. She slid back on the cage and put another diaper on me. Lastly she put heavy weights around my legs.

“You are permitted my bedroom, the living room and the bathroom. You will clean the house when I am gone. When I am home, you will eat me out and only then will I allow you to have food. Before bed, you will give me a message, and when I am asleep, you will lie on the floor and sleep. If you make a noise, I will shock you. If you make a mess in your diaper, I will shock you. If you do anything I don’t like, I will shock you. You are to call me mistress, and from now on you are to obey. If I have friends over, you will hide in my closet, and if you make a peep in front of them or cry for help, I will castrate you so that even if I am caught you will forever be my slave is that understood? Now in five years time, I will release you. In five years, I will have enough money to leave the country and so they can’t get me. As soon as I do, I will let you go. Is that understood? But if you do anything bad I will extend it by one year, and I will shock you.”

“Yes, mistress,” I said and went to her room.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Adam’s adventures began in “Mistress Kathy’s Academy” and continued in “Mistress Kathy’s Slave Catalog.”

Adam had strange and unwelcome dreams.

He is in her embrace. He is safe. He is happy.

“Love me,” Eve commands. “Love me forever and no one else.”

He luxuriates in her touch. Her hair tickles his face. Her legs wrap around him.

“I will love no one else,” he gasps. “I promise.”

He kisses her warm neck, her smooth shoulders, her bare breasts.

Her legs squeeze him until he can hardly move. Her nails dig into his flesh until it hurts. Something is different. Something is wrong.

He pulls away. It’s not Eve. Not anymore.

She laughs. “Promises, promises!” taunts Helga. “Slaves are so fickle!”

“Why, Adam?” cries Eve—who now is somehow across the room, watching them. She’s wearing a pony suit. Her collar is chained to a post.

Adam runs to her assistance, but she turns away from him. He must help her. He must earn her forgiveness. He unfastens the buckles on her bridle.

Helga mocks him. “You don’t deserve her anymore, Adam. Just ask her.”

Eve stares at him with angry eyes. “See what you’ve done? You’ve done to ME what you’ve done to HER!”

Monica.

But he had tried to help her.

“This is the way it has to be,” says Helga, taking the bridle and reapplying it to her Pony. She leads Eve to a large wooden box, into which the Pony obediently climbs. Monica is in a different but identical box next to it. “You belong to me,” says Helga, fastening the lids onto the boxes with her Ponies inside. “You all belong to me.”

“I object!” shouts the Countess.

How long has she been here?

“You have no claim to him,” retorts Helga. “The contract was for a limited time.”

“Bitch!” cries the Countess.

“Slut!” cries Helga.

Helga and the Countess fight each other with their bare hands. Their gowns are torn away. Enticing latex swimsuits are worn underneath.

Their bodies entangle. Their fight excites him.

He shouldn’t enjoy this.

They push and pull and tear each other’s swimsuits. They fall down and roll onto each other. Their cries of hatred are mingled with perverse giggles.

He should stop them, but his arms are tied behind his back. His inability to intervene makes their struggle more arousing. His nakedness leaves him unable to hide his interest.

The two women stop to stare at him.

“He has the nerve to enjoy this,” hisses Helga.

“After I kill you, I will punish him,” says the Countess.

The women kiss. What remains of their garments is torn away. Their legs intertwine. Their pussies touch.

This isn’t a healthy dream, thinks Adam.

Adam awoke, suddenly out of breath. He was in another strange bed in another strange room.

A strange but beautiful nurse was staring at him and smiling.

“You must have interesting dreams,” said the young woman. Adam assumed she was a nurse from the white dress and cap, although he didn’t know of any hospital where the uniforms were so tight and had so much cleavage.

Maybe I’m still dreaming, thought Adam.

“Are you feeling well?” she asked.

“Probably,” was the best he could manage. Complete sentences would have to wait until he was fully awake.

An old woman more conservatively dressed in scrubs entered the room to look at his medical chart but said nothing.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” asked the young nurse.

He mentally pushed back the memory of wrestling mistresses and tried to recall something that he could believe had actually happened. Given the recent nature of his life, this took some thought.

“I was on a helicopter,” he said. “Nobody would answer my questions. They said I should get some rest so I could adjust to the climate. And they wanted to run some tests on me.”

The old woman spoke for the first time. “That’s right, sweetie. I’m here to collect a little blood if that’s all right.” With practiced ease, she placed a hypodermic needle in his arm to collect a sample and applied a bandage when she was done. “You were suffering from altitude sickness—and a lot stress, you poor thing. The sleep seems to have done you good.”

“May I get you anything?” asked the younger nurse. “Some water perhaps?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Something to eat?”

“No, thank you.”

“There’s an adjoining rest room if you need it.”

“I think I’d like to stay in bed for a while.”

“Would you like me to tie you up?”

“I, um . . . What?”

“Or I can get you a fresh pillow.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” said the older woman. “Leave him be! He’s embarrassed to tell you he’s had a wet dream, so he’s waiting for us to give him some privacy.” She threw him a clean towel. “There you are, sweetie.”

“Why would he be embarrassed about that?” asked the younger nurse.

“I’ll explain later,” said the old woman. “Why don’t you go get some clean sheets?”

The young nurse left the fatih escort bayan room.

“Thanks for the towel,” muttered Adam with embarrassent. “I haven’t had a wet dream since high school.”

“You’ve spent time at the Academy, and that changes a fella,” said the woman. “And you’ll have to pardon Cindy. She doesn’t understand how much your ways on the outside are different from ours. She knows that you’re a submissive, so offering to tie you up is her way of being polite. I’ll leave you alone now, and if you feel like wearing clothes, there are some here on the nightstand.”

The old woman left.

Adam wondered where the fucking hell he was.

He cleaned himself and got dressed. The woman had left him a white smock and matching drawstring pants which were not his normal style but which fit him comfortably.

He pondered his next move. Presumably he was expected to wait for a nurse to return, and then answers would be forthcoming.

Presumably.

He sneaked out the nearest exit. Although his hosts seemed friendly enough, he was no longer in a trusting mood. He thought it would be a good idea to get a lay of the land and to have an escape plan ready in case things went weird.

What he saw outside the building could have been either a park or a college campus. Simple buildings connected by sidewalks surrounded by grass and trees suggested an isolated community far away from big cities.

The people were harder to figure out. Across the lawn from him, a young man and woman sat at a picnic table having breakfast in the nude. A half dozen others were walking about their daily routines with no embarrassment about their lack of clothes. The only fully dressed people he saw were an elderly couple wearing loose-fitting smocks like his own.

He suddenly felt overdressed, although no one took notice of him. He decided to take a quick walk around the “hospital,” which was a much smaller building than he had imagined.

His short tour revealed similar sights. A pair of nude women on bicycles rode by and smiled as they passed. The trees that added to the beauty of the environment prevented him from seeing the surrounding terrain, so he had no clue as to what part of the world he was in.

He stepped around a corner and nearly walked into a perfectly shaped bare bottom. The woman it belonged to was bending over to adjust the kick stand of the bicycle she had just parked.

Not wanting to appear rude, and still hoping to be unnoticed, he decided to go back the way he had come before the girl noticed him staring at her ass.

Too late. She turned around and smiled.

“Hello, Adam! I was just coming to see you.”

“Lady Emily?”

“It’s just Emily here. Lady Emily was my cover. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” he said, and averted his eyes. “I was just looking around. You know, looking.”

“Cool. I came by to make sure you’re all right. And to apologize for last night.”

“For rescuing me and saving my life?”

“For keeping you tied up while I did it. And for not explaining what I was doing. There was no reason to keep you in the dark the way I did. I don’t really know why I acted that way.”

Women keep telling me that.

He accepted her apology and went back inside the hospital with her.

Down a hall, they found an empty lounge where the two of them could sit and talk. He chose a seat on a plush sofa, and she sat next to him.

“I don’t think I’ve never asked this before,” he began, preparing her for his next question, “but why are you naked?”

“Today’s my day off,” she said. His uncomfortable silence told her that a more detailed explanation was in order. “Nobody here wears clothes on a day off—unless they’re children—or in a committed relationship. I guess you’re not used to that where you’re from.”

“I’ll adjust,” he said, still wondering about the most polite way to direct his eyes. Her athletic body accented her innocent smile in a way that couldn’t be more distracting. “So where am I?”

“We call it Oasis,” explained Emily, “although the exact location is a secret.”

“And who are you? I mean all of you. You mentioned a sisterhood.”

She turned her body toward him, propping her arm on the back rest. “The Marstonite Sisterhood is a secret society that lives by a philosophy of free love and feminism. It’s premised on the idea that a stable, civilized society is only achieved when men willingly submit to the loving authority of women.”

“So you’re a community of dominatrices?”

“Not the way you’re thinking. We practice a nurturing approach in which men and women care for each other. Women are intuitively more nurturing than men, so it’s natural that they be the more dominant influence.”

“Don’t men ever resent your ‘loving’ authority?”

“Anyone can leave whenever they choose.” She leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s nothing like the experience you’ve had.”

“Good,” said Adam, starting to believe her. “Maybe escort bayan bakırköy you should have a school of your own. Teach your philosophy to others.”

Emily looked away, as if this were an uncomfortable subject. She stared at the floor.

“We did. It was the Academy.”

“What?”

“It was long ago—longer than you’d think. It was called Mistress Katherine’s School of Discreet Discipline, and it catered only to the wealthy and influential. For most of its history, the school’s been managed by a line of women holding a variation of the title ‘Mistress Katherine,’ and our ancestors taught and lived on the island—until the schism occurred which forced us out. Since then, outcasts like me have lived here at the Oasis, while the Academy founded by our ancestors has become a menace.”

The elderly nurse suddenly entered the room and seemed relieved to see them. “We’ve been looking for you, Adam. Thank goodness you and Emily are together! Highmother wants to see both of you as soon as you’re able.”

“Who?”

“Our spiritual leader,” explained Emily. “We’d better not keep her waiting.” She smiled at him as she stood up. “She can answer your questions better than I can.”

Emily returned to her bicycle. She picked out a second bike for Adam which she assured him he could take. Apparently, the bikes didn’t belong to individuals but to the community as a whole.

Makes sense, thought Adam. Nobody carries bike keys because nobody has pockets.

As they rode across the campus, Adam observed others going about their routines. Some wore clothes, others didn’t. He noticed one woman in a corset leading a man and another woman by a pair of leashes. Emily told him that the three were in a consentual relationship and were just engaging in friendly role-playing. Adam had to admit the leashed pair seemed to be enjoying themselves.

After a short ride through a wooded area and a garden, Emily and Adam arrived at a building that resembled a chapel. They parked their bikes and entered through a side door where they found an official-looking conference room.

Around a glass table sat a group of athletic women in revealing outfits. At the head of the table sat Highmother in an ornate high-backed chair that demanded respect for the woman who sat in it. The women were already deep in discussion, but they stopped when Adam and Emily entered.

Adam glanced nervously at the ceiling.

Good, no chains.

“We have a guest,” said Highmother, standing. Both sides of her toga-inspired gown were slit to the waist, and the gown’s loose-fitting bodice did not prevent her hefty bosom from swaying hypnotically as she rose from her chair. The others at the table rose in deference to her authority. “Welcome, Adam! I hope that you have been treated well since your arrival. I understand you’ve endured a great deal before your arrival.”

“I’ve been treated very well,” said Adam as Emily offered him a seat at the table. “And I’m grateful to all of you for saving my life.”

“Naturally,” said Highmother as she and the others were seated, “but I believe we may be able to help each other. I had hoped that I could allow a few days for you to recover from your ordeal, but events now force us to act without delay. Emily, I’m afraid you won’t be getting a day off after all, as much as you deserve one.”

“Whatever it takes,” she said, setting her bare bottom in the chair next to Adam’s.

“That goes for me, too,” said Adam. “But I’m not sure what you need me to do.”

“You, Adam, have intimate knowledge of Bitch Helga’s lair at the Academy,” revealed Highmother. “Our intelligence concerning the layout of the fortress and her lair is badly out of date, and none of our surveillance has been able to penetrate it. Helga and her mentor, Mistress Kathy, guard their secrets very closely, yet according to your own online postings, you’ve seen things that other outsiders haven’t.”

“I had the full tour,” admitted Adam. “But first, I have some questions of my own. Like, what do you know about Mistress Helga?”

“Of course,” said Highmother. “We should start at the beginning.”

Highmother told the story of Helga as she knew it, although later, Adam would learn much more. The complete story, as Adam would later come to understand it, begins like this:

ELEVEN YEARS AGO, IN THE HEARTLAND OF AMERICA . . .

St. Augustine’s School for Wayward Girls sat on the eastern side of a modest campus overlooking a courtyard with swings, a basketball hoop and a few trees. Its mission was to offer hope for teenage girls whose aberrant behavior was beyond the scope of most other intervention programs.

On the opposite side of its campus, St. Augustine’s School for Troubled Boys offered similar hope to out-of-control male youths.

A convent in the middle prevented funny business.

Most of the teens who ended up at St. Augustine’s had already been in trouble with the law, and some had seemed destined for a life in prison escort bodrum or worse. Many were dealing with drug addiction and alcoholism. And then there were those whose sexual experimentations were just too much for their parents to control.

Sister Camilla had the case file tucked under her arm, and thinking about it nearly made her weep.

The awful things that girl has done! Just awful!

There was little time. The girl was already eighteen, and when she no longer depended on her parents for room and board, the school’s ability to help would come to an abrupt end.

She carried the file down the hall, out the door, and into the courtyard. She had spotted Father Murphy and Reverend Mother Josephine by the basketball hoop, and hurried to meet them.

“Her parents are desperate to control her,” Sister Camilla complained, thrusting the file in front of them. “It is the most shocking case file I have ever seen!”

Father Murphy recognized the concern in her voice. “What exactly is she doing?”

Sister Camilla seemed at a loss for words. “Experimenting,” she finally whispered, “with boys.”

“Ah,” said Father Murphy. “It’s unfortunate, but we deal with troubled teens, after all.”

Sister Camilla fidgeted with embarrassment. “I don’t think you quite understand, Father,” she said. “It’s not that she’s having sex with them. . . .

“Then what do you mean?”

“She’s . . .” Sister Camilla was choosing her words carefully. “She’s hurting them.”

The Reverend Mother Josephine, whose 45 years of experience as a counselor had given her some authority on such matters, nodded her understanding. “She’s bullying them.”

Again, Sister Camilla fidgeted. “Not in the traditional sense, no. She doesn’t hit them or steal their money. Instead, she . . . Well, she’s been humiliating them—privately.”

“Hmmmm,” said Father Murphy. “And the boys naturally resent her for this.”

Sister Camilla fidgeted mightily. “Nnnnnnnnno. . . . They don’t.” She opened the file and handed it to him. “Just read for yourself.”

Father Murphy and the Reverend Mother looked over the file as Sister Camilla continued her awkward explanation. “Apparently, she lures boys into some private place by promising to have sex with them. But once they are there, she says she will only fulfill their wishes if they perform subservient and humiliating acts for her. She convinces them to remove their clothes and then she ties them up—with ropes, or sometimes their own clothing. She insists that they call her ‘mistress’—as if they were slaves!

“After tying one poor boy to the hood of his parents’ car, she wrote the words ‘Spanky Toy’ on his buttock with indelible ink and threatened to open the garage door for all the neighbors to see if he didn’t . . . Her exact words were ‘worship her cunt with his tongue.’ I think that’s a euphemism.”

“Sister,” the Reverend Mother gently reminded. “There are children nearby.”

“Sorry, Reverend Mother,” said Camilla in a hushed voice. “But you see the extent of the problem.”

“I’ve seen this type of behavior before,” said the Reverend Mother, “although never before in such a shocking fashion. I’m afraid it will take months of my lecturing to turn her around.”

“That may not be the right approach,” said Father Murphy who had been looking at the report with concern. “Her file indicates that she doesn’t respond well to authority figures. In fact, she doesn’t seem to acknowledge anyone’s authority but her own. If we start with a clumsy authoritarian approach, we may lose our credibility. On the other hand, someone closer to her own age might be able to connect with her on her own level.”

They glanced at the convent’s youngest nun who was, at that moment, counseling a student within the courtyard.

“I forbid it,” said the Reverend Mother. “She just took her vows!”

“She’s ready,” said Father Murphy. “I believe our newest recruit may be our best chance to reach this poor child.”

The Reverend Mother relented. “Perhaps you’re right.” She called across the courtyard. “Sister Helga?”

Across the courtyard, Sister Helga turned toward them, shyly brushing away red hair that had momentarily blocked her pretty smile.

“Could you come here please?” asked the Reverend Mother.

Sister Helga complied. She was very obedient.

“We would like you to talk to this troubled child,” said the Reverend Mother. “Her name is Darlene Carmichael, and she’s chosen a very dangerous path for herself.” She handed the case file to Sister Helga.

“She wants to be a dominatrix,” whispered Sister Camilla.

“Really?” asked Sister Helga uncertainly. “What does that mean?”

Sister Helga spent most of the day reviewing Darlene’s file. Although the young nun already possessed an intuitive understanding of human nature, she lacked any experience at all with sex—or the fetishes and behaviors associated with it. She attempted some research at the library, but the school’s resources were severely lacking on the subject.

When Sister Helga finally met the girl in question, she felt underprepared, but also felt a responsibility to the girl whom Father Murphy believed only she could help.

Helga introduced herself and explained her reasons for being there. She felt it was an achievement that she did not blush.

Part One: The Introduction

He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn’t help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he becomes, and the better his plan at abducting her develops.

He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the entrance of Curves. Her bi-weekly one hour work-out with her best friend Beth.

He knew which brand of feminine hygiene products she used; and, what her weekly routine was. Including how many times a week she masturbated.

He pulled a pair of dark blue satin panties from his pocket, still moist from last night, smelling the pleasure she gave herself last night.

She sleeps like a baby, never even being disturbed when he slipped in and out of her bedroom window.

Visuals of her naked body laid spread eagle and secured with silk scarves stirs his cock into expanding. Writhing and begging for what he intends on giving her. When he decides she deserves it.

The scent of her wafting in his nares only making his excitement intensifying with each stroke of her moist panties up and down his thick shaft. He leans back into the leather loveseat, letting his legs part as he relaxes into the fluffy cushions. His mind releases and lets the fantasy begin.

Picturing her below him, sheets wet between her legs from her pussy juices responding to his standing above her, cock in hand, slowly stroking it. Dominant voice almost commanding her to answer in her typical obedient tone and reply.

“You want me to let you taste this cock, don’t you my love?”

“Oh,Yes Master!” she exclaims excitedly.

“This baby sluts mouth is craving your cream filled cock!.”

Shifting his six feet two inch frame above her body. Perfect hair patterns and a happiness trail down his torso.

Spreading his legs as he sits astride her hips, squeezing a few drops of precum onto the round mushroom cock head. Bending forward letting the drops fall onto her red luscious full bottom lip.

“You are not to taste that until you have my permission. Is that understood My Pet? “

I open my mouth to speak, the drop of precum sweet on my wanting lip.

“Yes Sir, I won’t taste it with out awaiting your permission.”

“Good Girl.”

Two words that seared her soul.

Straddling her upper body, he leans his massive size forward, and rubs the head of his cock, against her bottom lip, smearing his precum and leaving more than what he removed.

“You may lick my cock once baby slut, only once, so you better get the best taste you can.”

Moans through a pink tipped escort bayanlar tongue spreading out flat against growing fat head, sugary sweet precum dances over taste buds. She savors the taste when she pulls her tongue back in her mouth and roams it over teeth and palate, flavor sensations being imprinted in her memory.

Her body arching up against his as he continues to ride her.

“You like to be my puppy slut don’t you my sweet whore?” A statement more than a question.

He shoves his cock deep into her wanton mouth. He pushes past her gag reflex, seeing the tears in her eyes as his broad girth stretches that tight throat hole of hers. Slippery precum lubricates his shaft making the push forward easier to adjust to.

She submissively takes his entirety, nuzzling her chin and nose against his pubic bone. The soft fur surrounding the base of his cock neatly trimmed but tickling her face.

He explodes his semen in jets spraying her face, neck, cleavage and hair. He rubs the love seed into her skin, as if it was lotion. She smiles up at him.

He moves off of her body, and begins to walk around the bedroom, gathering items from dressers and nightstands. Wicked glimmers of dark thoughts as he contemplates what to do with her vulnerable young body.

He sets the items down on the edge of the bed. He then removes a blindfold and places it over her eyes.

He begins to pace back and forth, letting off steam, his deranged anxiety getting the best of him. Glancing quickly at his prize, his reward, what he worked and planned for months was finally in fruition.

She was His prisoner, His slave girl, Maniacal laughs, thinking to himself. She is Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Without realizing it Micheal released his orgasm in the air, shooting over the back of the love seat and onto the carpeted floor. He stood up abruptly, cursing out loud, searching for a towel to wipe up his pent up release.

“Bitch!” He hisses it.

He uses a handi- wipe to pick up the cold cum on the carpet.

Another reason he is going to have his way with that hot body once he captures her. The plan has to be perfect in order for it to work.

He still had some loose ends to tie up before initiating the sequence of events that will bring her home to him.

Ariele decided to walk to the store today, the sun was shining and it felt good on her bare skinned back. Her breasts bounced softly under the halter tops that she made last year with her daughters. She was thrilled they were still in style.

Her long silky hair was in braids, and she tossed them behind her as she walked down the street and into the alley to take the short cut. She didn’t istanbul escort see or hear the van behind her until the screeching of brakes was upon her.

She felt herself being pulled backwards, an arm around her neck, one around her waist, her heart was beating erratically.

She opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly ball gagged and silenced. She tried to kick and scratch, but her legs and arms were being tied and bound. They slipped a burlap bag over her head.

“If you fight me, you will only make this harder on yourself.” His menacing voice sent chills down her spine. She slid down the van wall after being tossed against it, she then heard the sliding door slam.

“Ok, we got her, let’s get out of here now. Boss is going to want her as soon as possible.” His voice was flat. All he had on his mind was the bonus he would be receiving tonight for the special delivery.

He had worked for Micheal for many years, but today, was the oddest request thus far. He would do anything for him, so he never questioned his actions.

Micheal sat at his desk and looking at his watch, knowing that if all went well today his package will be delivered soon. All the preparations from the past few months have been put to task.

Her room was ready, with all the necessities, including stocks, a cage and the wall has been adapted to her specific measurements. He smiled to himself, wondering how long it will take her to succumb to the role she was born to play.

His.

The van parked in front of the mansion. She was led to the library. Hands tied behind her back, feet bound with rope, gagged, mascara streaked down her face. Her difficulty walking became worse with each step.

An intoxicating fragrance stimulated her senses. He walked around her body, studying every inch of her. She could feel his heated gaze, sending flames through out her.

Why, she wondered, could a complete stranger have this effect on her body, and especially under these circumstances. Chuckles are heard, as if he was reading her mind.

“Are you afraid My Little Pet?”

Quivering whimpers are her only reply. She tries hard to displace the silk rope that is binding her wrists together.

He places his hands around her neck and removes the ball gag, then removes her blindfold.

“I am only going to do this if you promise not to yell. You won’t yell now will you my sweet treat?” Again, more of a statement rather than a question.

She shakes her head back and forth.

Relief washes over her face as the blindfold is removed and her eyes adjust to the lighting of the room. Her hands shake behind her as her nerves begin to let go, bayan escortlar and the reality of the situation dawns on her.

She looks up at this handsome man who abducted her.

“My family will be looking for me, they will call the police.”

Arrogant tones, “I’ve already thought of everything my dear.” He holds up a tape recording of her new voice message on her answering machine.

“Hi,this is Ariele, I’m out and about for a week of fun and frolic, leave a message and I will get back to you. I’ll send you a postcard from Mexico.”

Defiant glares at him, stomping her foot pointlessly. ” How did you do that? How dare you copy and record my voice!” Blue eyes darken a shade, then fear creeps up her cheeks and spreads across her face as his looks go from tolerant to incensed.

Dark gray bordering on smoke filled looks glare at her, then he leans forward and almost hisses in her ear.

“I will do what ever I want to you, when ever I want to. Is that understood?” Emphasis on what and when.

Steps back and raises an arched brow at her when not hearing a comment or reply. A swift spank of his hand across her backside. “Capice’?”

A stuttered reply from her lips. “Ya yes.”

Another hard smack across her globe shaped cheeks.

“Sir.”

In a dominating manner. ” And I won’t tell you again.” Emphasis on won’t.

“Sir,Yes Sir.” She says begrudgingly.

He realizes that training her will take some time; though, by the looks of her and her the way she handles herself, getting to know her by watching her for the past few months. He knew that all of his patience will be greatly rewarded.

“One Sir per answer is enough.”

His hand raises over her delectable curves, but instead of spanking her again, he rubs in big circles, taking the sting out of her flesh.

She whimpers in response to his caring actions.

Her body begins to relax after feeling his soothing touches. Her eyes remain on him, feeling small next to his tall strong build, once again he leans in towards and whispers in her ear.

“It’s a dance, a tango of sorts, which we will learn together.”

He reaches out and places both of his hands on her hips. Leans into her petite frame; and, looks deeply into her eyes and says in a very erotic tone.

“My sweet peach, you and I will become very close.”

He looks intently upon her small five feet four inch frame before stepping back, once again undressing her with his penetrating gaze. His feelings for her contained.

A blush appears up and down her body, feeling heated by his lustful looks. Her eyes swollen from crying, streaks of tears still damp on her cheeks.

His white gloved hand sweeps the side of her cheek, wiping the tears off her face and then stroking a cheek with his gloved thumb. He then removes his gloves and speaks to her in calm even tones.

“I am not here to hurt you. You are here for training.” A pregnant pause,

“Training to be Mine.”

Dear Shoeblossom,

Some years back you got a “letter from Combermere” from Tulke and Barcelona Spinelli…it was about their femdom marriage, as so many of your letters are, and their marriage ended in 2005. Tulke moved from Combermere, across the state to Walsingham.

This is an update on how Tulke is doing. He was my best friend growing up, and now he is my male slave! I wasn’t gay back in the day…but a lot of things happened between then and now, and I wanted to keep your readers abreast of all this.

Barcelona met Tulke in the Combermere Tawse Society, and they continued, even after their marriage, to go to parties there, usually where Barci would try her talents with other slave-boys and Tulke would sexually service Masters and Mistresses.

During this time, Barci met another submissive, one far richer than Tulke, a Senator Peverill. Barci really enjoyed Pev; he was willing to have his balls removed and to do a transgender thing, which Tulke had put a limit on. You could whip Tulke’s balls, burn them, but not cut them off.

So Barci and Tulke split, and heartbroken, Tulke moved to Walsingham, where a relative was president of the local college, called “Wally U.” Tulke got a job as a provost there, and also taught a few courses.

At first it was weird, not being enslaved by Barci. Walsingham had no BDSM society, and so Tulke, for the first time in fifteen years, was loose to live as he liked. Tulke could wear clothes in the house, watch “Sportscenter” whenever he liked…

Barci had loathed sports, and had only allowed Tulke to watch the Superbowl…usually making him sit on a large cucumber, with a jar of fire ants on his penis, and the sound turned off…that had been his once a year sports treat…and now he could turn the TV on whenever he liked!

Tulke also was able to hire a maid. No longer was he polishing the silverware or scrubbing the bathroom floor, naked except for his chastity device and a frilly apron, while his friends played golf.

I was one of the few guys in on Tulke’s secret, and his other friends would ask why he’d given up a sport he loved…but he didn’t leave the house much under Barci’s reign, except to go to work, run errands, or clean the yard.

And now Tulke could beat his meat whenever he liked, and also he began dating lots of women.

And having nice, normal sex, some women, taken by his good looks and great job, would practically worship Tulke now. Tulke still fantasized about dominant women, though he did enjoy the blowjobs he was getting from the Walsingham ladies…

But for fifteen years Tulke had been in a chastity belt.

For most of that time he’d also only been allowed to speak when spoken to, and Barci had made Tulke spend most of his non-cleaning time locked in one room of the house, writing punishment Latin lines, as he’d done as a prep school boy.

Now he could use the phone, run his mouth, and screw women…and masturbate ten times a day! Unlike many of your letters, when a chastity slave talks about being locked in a belt but then released for teasing..

Tulke hadn’t had much of that. Barci had multiple sclerosis, not terribly serious, but she wearied of stroking Tulke’s cock.

So Barcelona kept him locked continuously, allowing him to jerk off under some horrific condition, once every six weeks or so.

The effect on Tulke’s penis had been…unusual!

At first when being re-locked, he’d be madly horny for some days, and then his poor cock would just sort of go numb…

Occasionally Tulke’s penis would grow a bit hard when he’d see his cute secretary…or during a powerful session, but it didn’t do much, and so when he was occasionally allowed to jerk off, it took him a while to get hard. Barci had cruelly noticed this and told Tulke if he couldn’t cum within five minutes he would be re-locked for another month…it had been really a difficult experience.

Once, Barci had refused Tulke an orgasm until he’d gone to the local state prison, where Barci was a social worker, and gone down on ten convicts after a jail AA meeting…

But now he was free!

Still, at some level, having these orgasms with hot girls sucking him was not as meaningful as jerking off on his knees after 84 days of chastity, shooting the semen on a ashtray laden with the cigarette butts of his wife’s lovers, and then having to eat the semen stained butts and lick the ashtray clean…somehow…

When Tulke began dating again, he had a lot of skills that pleased the various women.

He’d become a brilliant oral worshippper, since he’d spent fifteen years between his wife’s legs, as well as many other women’s…when he’d failed to give Mistress Barcelona her required orgasm, she’d thrashed him with her bullwhip, and he’d quickly learned what a woman wanted.

In fact, when women gave Tulke blowjobs, he also could’ve given them tips, because he’d been forced to suck many a man’s penis during his servitude to Barci.

Women also liked it because (thanks to brutal training) Tulke was a gourmet escort bayan chef and an enthusiastic neat-freak…

None of the ugly, annoying problems they suffered with real men. He knew the good restaurants, and showered any girl who was the least bit nice to him with jewelry and presents…

As a school provost, Tulke began screwing a lot of female professors and also the occasional undergraduate girl…it was amazing.

“Now I don’t have burns on my butt from Barci’s Virginia Slims..And no one has fucked my ass with their penis or a dildo…it’s remarkable.” Tulke told me one night when we were having a few beers, a privilege he’d not enjoyed in the time he had been married to Barci.

And then Tulke had met Marina.

Marina was a word processor…a mere typist in Tulke’s department.

She had long curly dark hair and full breasts and was a little older than the girls Tulke had been squiring about…yet he had been timid in asking her out.

Not because of sexual harassment, he was completely protected there by his relative who was President of the college, and also an aunt who was a Dean, but she seemed so…aloof.

Marina was old fashioned, and despite her lack of education,she shared Tulke’s interest in books, museums, and theater…

Marina had worked as a volunteer usher at the opera and symphony so she could get free tickets, and was thrilled to be dating a guy who had subscriptions to every expensive event in town.

She and Tulke had a similar sense of humor and things went along swimmingly until one day when she asked him why he had a hairbrush on his mantelpiece.

“It’s always there.” Marina said to him, interrupting a little argument they were having. “I thoguht you’d left it there but you are such a punctual little housekeeper, Tulke.”

Tulke had blushed. He had taken note that as nice as Marina was, she had slightly demeaning ways of talking to him.

She’d laughed at him when he’d confessed that he couldn’t swim, had never learned to ride a bicycle, or throw a football…

She’d also made some demeaning comments about the size of Tulke’s penis, once asking “Is it in yet?” before coitus.

But then Marina would take off her top and wave her boobs at him in their burgundy demibra and of course he’d lose his mind.

Although they’d been very sexually intimate in the beginning of the relationship, and Marina had used her mouth in amazing ways, of late, Marina had tended to push Tulke’s head down between her legs when he tried to enter her…

Tulke would bring ‘Rina to hours of orgasms, but then when he’d come up and try to kiss her and “get his” she would make a face, at the thought of his mouth having been on her nasty pussy, and turn over, leaving Tulke aroused and unable to sleep.

Several times, Marina had played strip poker with Tulke and some of her other friends, men and women, and Tulke was such a bad player, he’d always be the one naked at the end, and then Marina would suggest he dance around to entertain them all…but she was so sexy and he just loved her!

This helped a bit after the poker games, when her old motorcycle gang buddies Pickles, Rashface, Boomer and Claymore were throwing beer cans at Tulke’s naked body…but if he danced for ‘Rina, he knew she loved him!

Tulke had always been attracted to the gum-popping, big hair girls who smoked in the high school parking lot, and beat him up and took his lunch money if he approached them.

Marina was certainly the type, and even had a gang tattoo from her younger days. Barci, Tulke’s ex wife had looked much like the gamine blonde news anchor Megyn Kelly, and Marina was more of a Reba MacIntire sort…

As I said, they’d been arguing about something else, and when Marina waved the brush in front of Tulke’s face, he’d tried to get her to drop the subject and go back to what they’d been quarreling over initially.

“Marina, I wanted to talk to you about borrowing my Visa card.

I told you that you could spend three hundred bucks at Victoria’s Secret and Betsy Johnson, but you went nuts over at the Wet Seal store and spent nearly a thousand dollars!”

“You liked what I bought, didn’t you?”

Tulke gasped, remembering. “Yes, I did of course, but I’m not made of money-“

Tulke, you want me to dress sexily, like a super-tart, and then you bitch and moan-“

“I don’t bitch-men don’t bitch-“

“You aren’t much of a man, Tulke…you’re a small penis bitch. You remind me of my tattletale little brother.”

Tulke blushed harder.

“You want me to look hot, and I know how excited you get when I mash my tits together in one of these crop-tops…but then comes the whining about the price…

Yes, and yesterday you said I was a slut for flirting with guys who see my dress.”

‘Rina paused, thinking of the cute garage mechanic who checked her out.

Tulke then interrupted her thoughts with “You don’t have to be a trollop to dress nicely, and besides you could go to thrift stores, or osmanbey escort Goodwill.”

“Goodwill, ick”

“Oh come on, Marina” Tulke had said nastily. “You grew up in a trailer park, aren’t you used to stores like Goodwill?”

Marina’s beautifully plucked eyebrows had furrowed. “Tell me again, why you have this hairbrush, you bitchy little snob?”

Tulke had gulped. As ‘Rina had gotten angrier, her breasts had jutted more and more prominently.

“Uh, my Nana-it belonged to her, see? It’s made with ivory, my grandparents got it in Europe, and you can’t get elephant tusk hairbrushes anymore because of those ridiculous laws about the elephants.”

Marina smiled. “Did Nana use this to keep you in line, Tulke?” Marina grinned. “My dad used a razor strop on my brothers-“

Tulke was now cherry red. “Yes, after I turned 18,Nana spanked me with it sometimes-“

“Dropped your pants for you, I bet. Your sister told me about it when we went to their place for Thanksgiving.

Something about Nana catching you sniffing her support hose, She whipped you in front of your brothers and sisters? And there were neighborhood girls there too, I heard.” Marina snorted.

“And then after you lost a fight after Sunday school, your Grandpa made you wear nail polish and a frilly dress and skip rope in the driveway to shame you into being a real boy…

And when you slowed down, he came out and pulled your panties down and your skirt up and gave you the frying pan…you were nineteen, right?”

Tulke was crimson. The fact was, his grandmother had whipped him for doing badly at piano lessons, for showing bad report cards and a lot of other things.

Tulke had been raised by very permissive parents, but they were often abroad, and although they offered to take him with them, he had a strange attachment to Nana and Gramps.

And they had continued to spank and humiliate him until his late twenties!

Now Tulke looked up and reluctantly met Marina’s eyes. She was wearing a tiny hot pink angora sweater and tapping Nana’s hairbrush against her red manicured nails…

“Tulke, I Think it was incredibly rude and mean that you bring up my impoverished upbringing and how I only deserve thrift stores. I could mention more how you were a sissy-faggot for Nana…”

For a moment Tulke had a memory of before his grandparent’s death, his ex-wife Barcelona had invited Nana for tea, this of course years before their divorce.

Barci had also called Tulke’s sisters, and they’d all showed up and Tulke had been forced to wait on them in a pink apron and high heels.

And then after they’d eaten their crumpets and drank the Earl Grey, Barci had tied Tulke’s wrists to a hook in the ceiling and put mousetraps on his nipples…and Nana and his sisters had taken turns tossing metal bar darts at Tulke’s waving penis.

Tulke had not been surprised that Nana had not objected to all this. He had told Barci (in confidence, of course) that Nana had whipped his penis with a paint paddle and sometimes a cut off car ariel for the crime of masturbation…and sometimes Nana had threatened to cut his penis off with garden shears as his sisters had giggled.

At the end of that horrible session, Tulke had begun crying as one of Nana’s darts had lodged itself into the crown of his penis, and the sharp end had pulled his penis down, although, as Barci noted later, Tulke had remained completely erect!

“It might not have hurt so much if you hadn’t been so aroused, slave-boy”

Gramps had even brought an old Daisy air rifle he’d left in the car, and the group had taken turns shooting BBs at Tulke’s penis to make him scream!

Now, Tulke looked earnestly into Marina’s huge green eyes. “I really apologize for the things I said, Marina.

Of course you can use my credit cards. Please just remember I have a five thousand dollar limit-“

WHACK! Marina’s palm, fingers loaded down with rings, left a deep red mark on Tulke’s face.

“I’m sick of you putting limits on me. Now you’re crying like a little baby.”

Tulke was humiliated, but still quite aroused. Giles watched hungrily as Marina’s full bosom swelled against the pink top, her nipples poking out like tiny missiles…

Marina slapped Giles again, and his head rang.

“Stop gaping at my tits, you filthy pervert!” Marina slapped him again. “I’m not going to let you touch my tits for a month!”

Marina reached down to her waist and pulled her sweater up briefly so Tulke could view her cleavage.

“No more sucking, or kissing or touching…I might not even let you see them. You are a snob and a pig, and you deserve nothing.”

Tulke dropped to his knees as Marina pulled her sweater back down. He thought of her beautiful breasts, and the hours he’d spent sucking on them…they were natural and they didn’t sag. He thought of thirty days without them…and began crying again.

“Please, oh please don’t take my candies away from me!” Tulke loved big escort mecidiyeköy breasts, especially Marina’s.

When he’d been seeing Mistress Cuneo, during graduate school in Milan, she’d noted his obsession with her gorgeous rack, and to train him to drink piss, she’d dipped a bra in pee, and then put it on, telling him he could only kiss her breasts while sucking the urine out of her bra till it was dry…

And Tulke had done this for months on and off, and then one day she’d said “No more tits, drink my piss!”

Now he was disconsolate, thinking of the denial of Marina’s glorious bosom.

Marina now looked contemptuously on poor Tulke, and tapped the hairbrush once more.

“I might suspend the no tit sentence and punish you another way.”

Tulke immediately understood and he arose.

Marina took his hand and they walked into his living room. Marina sat down in the armchair.

Tulke breathed heavily, and then undid his pants and pulled them down. Marina frowned and looked at Tulke’s undies, and he reluctantly pulled those down as well. Marina reached over and tied Tulke’s shirtsleeves into a little bow over his navel and then snickered, staring at his bulging erection.

“I need a microscope to even see it. I can’t believe I date someone like you. You’re almost a goddamn hermaphrodite” Noting Tulke’s hungry eyes,

Marina tucked in her top slightly, tightening the sweater over her huge tits, and then she pulled back her miniskirt displaying her long legs, encased in the fishnet stockings.

Marina smiled at Tulke, witnessing his consternation. On one hand he wanted this punishment, needed it.

And on the other he was terrified, and like a whiny, tired child at the shopping mall, he wanted his way, but was asking to be taken out to the family car and spanked…to get the correction.

Marina thought about what Tulke had said, his snobbery and how he wanted her to tart up but on a budget so he could continue to buy fine china and other sissy things…

Barci had kept Tulke on a strict allowance, pocketing his salary and dividends from his trust fund, but since Tulke had been “loose” again, he was quite the spendthrift, yet selfish with others.

Finally, Tulke lay across Marina’s lap. She looked at his fat pale white ass. He really needed to do aerobics. Tiny dick, big ass…damn. And he was still crying, over her knee.

“Tulke, you should quit your weeping…I am going to give you something to really cry about.”

And it was true…by the fifth stroke Tulke was screaming, and by the twentieth, he was almost having a nervous breakdown.

Kicking his legs, waving and flailing the arms…it was a sad situation, although Marina was highly amused. Finally, after the fiftieth stroke, Marina used Tulke’s ear to pull him to his feet, and then snapped her fingers.

“Give me your belt” she demanded

“B-but you-you punished me…it’s over isn’t it, ma’am?”

Ma’am…she liked that.

After a fierce look, Tulke cringed and handed Marina his belt, and she ordered him to lie across the armrest of the couch.

“I keep thinking of your fancy car and all this crap, and how little I have, and the grief you give me. Now you can have some grief.”

Twenty-five strokes of the belt later, and Tulke was utterly defeated. Marina then pulled Tulke up, so he was quivering on shaking legs…Marina reached down and ran a long red nail across his penis.

His penis was finally starting to recover from the canings that Barci had given him…the many times she’d put cigarettes out on his dick and his nipples…the time she’d let her boyfriend touch the tip with a hot fireplace poker…

“Look at this tiny little Vienna sausage.” Marina said thoughtfully as she rapidly masturbated Tulke until his penis was sticking straight out…

And he was forgetting a little bit about the intense pain in his buttocks and lower thighs.

“You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you honey…you like giving me pleasure, eh, darling?”

Tulke nodded, and grinned a little.

“Close your eyes, and I’ll make up for all you’ve gone through.”

Tulke closed his eyes and wondered if she would give him a blowjob.

She was awfully good at that.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The belt came down five or six times on his penis, buckle first and Tulke screamed.

Before he could pull back, he saw Marina remove one of her high heels and, grabbing the tip of the shoe, she’d slammed the stiletto down on Tulke’s cock head as well…

“Now get in the corner, yes, with your pants down and stay there, you little sissy-faggot!”

As I tell you this, I heard the story from both Tulke and Marina. I was one of Tulke’s close friends, and grew to enjoy Marina’s company too…

Yup, she was not nearly as snooty as Barcelona tended to be…and I think this is the way it happened…because of course Tulke had a submissive nature…

Tulke told me that although Barci had had a strong, tennis-playing arm…she’d weakened it through the multiple sclerosis, and Tulke had been very obedient anyway…but Marina really could swing a belt!

So Tulke stood in the corner, his fiery butt on display and later on Marina came to let him out.

By this time, Tulke’s legs were paralyzed with near sleep, and he had wondered if she’d forgotten about him…

Trisha and Jake continue to lend a hand while Tad and Charlene reconcile and work out their issues to ensure that the family unit will remain strong and solid, despite the wilds of the world.

Trisha firmly guided Kitty away from the couple so that she was out of earshot. Although Kitty knew the story, this was for Charlene, and Kitty needed a distraction, badly, because she was vibrating with tension and stress.

“I’m not going.” Kitty said, then she was picked up and tossed over Jake’s shoulder like a sack of flour and found herself being dumped into the bed one of the rooms where Trisha closed the door behind his broad back, leaving just her and Kitty alone, while Jake kept an eye on the couple working through a major reconciliation.

“I need to be there.” She protested. Trisha shook her head and stood by the door, looking at the younger determined girl who was now kneeling on the bed glaring at her.

“You have very pretty eyes when you’re angry, Kitty. This is not for you. This has to be about them right now. Your time will come, and it will be glorious. Let them sort out their feelings so they can get back together properly, for each other, and for you.” Trisha said, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“So what are you going to do? Tie me up and keep me here until they’re ready?” Kitty snapped, then got off the bed and went to the door before she was pulled off her gait by a firm grip on her forearm and was upended across Trisha’s lap.

“Submissives don’t dictate. They get dick, and they get spanked, Kitty.” Trisha said, then put action to words and pulling down the bikini bottoms, paddled Kitty’s bottom until it was a light red colour and Kitty was howling tears of anguish. She was not hurting, that was certain, but this was a release of tension for her.

Trisha continued the mild domination by making Kitty kneel on the bed, panties still around her knees, red tinged bottom on clear display and stay in the classic sub pose as she walked around the bed, looking at the younger girl as she composed herself. Kitty finally looked up at Trisha, wetness on both of her cheeks and whispered something Trisha didn’t quite catch.

“What was that?” Trisha asked quietly.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Kitty repeated, a bit louder.

Trisha sat on the bed and pulled Kitty into a long embrace as the girl shook with tears but not the anguish she had been feeling earlier. Once settled, Trisha undid the top and efficiently stripped Kitty so she was nude, except for the heeled pumps she liked to wear. A tap at the door, and Jake opened it. “They’re ready, Trisha.” He said.

Trisha got up and taking a naked Kitty by the hand, they went back into the living room.

“What happened?” Charlene asked, curled up on Tad as she was, with legs and an arm wrapped around her man, she was surprised to see Kitty naked, and with some dampness on her cheeks.

“Your girl here decided to try and take some initiative. I dealt with it.” Trisha said, then turned Kitty so they could see her reddened bottom, turned her again, and with a firm swat, sent her over to the couple who owned her heart and mind.

Kitty walked over and knelt in front of her Mistress and Master, then looked up at them.

May I ask a question?” She said after a moment.

“You may.” Charlene said, slipping back into the role of primary Dominant for the girl she had raised.

“Are you two good again?” Kitty whispered.

“We are all good, Kitty. You are with us, and we are all good again. I am back, and I’m not going anywhere.” Charlene said, then leaned over and hugged her girl, then kissed her cheek and then forehead.

Charlene ended up sitting on the carpeted floor holding Kitty in her lap while they all talked about the events of the past weeks while she had been gone. Charlene did not react when she heard about Tad’s descent into an alcohol fuelled blitz, but he knew that she would be talking about it with him later, when they were alone. She told them about her travels, where she had gone, what she had done to try and find out what had happened and how to heal. For her it had finally happened when she got to New Mexico.

She had gone on what the natives call a Spirit Quest, and had travelled into the mountains to seek out answers. She felt that she found them, sitting on the cold side of a mountain near an abandoned Pueblo village, watching the stars, more stars than she could ever recall seeing, and then it had finally come to her. Family and love is not what you can give to the group, it’s what you yourself add to the group. Whether or not Charlene could give a child to Tad was irrelevant. She was what Tad wanted. She was there for Kitty, and she was loved for who she was, not for what her body could produce.

It was still difficult for her to come to grips with, the loss of their child, but it was no longer the biting burning acid feeling that had been eating at her soul for months. She was able to give love, and to receive it back again, and that was why she had returned, ready to rejoin the family that she escort taksim had developed with Tad and Kitty, as long as they would have her.

Kitty was asleep by the time Charlene finished her tale, and even though Kitty was quite a lot taller than her, Charlene had little trouble picking up the naked submissive and carrying her into one of the other bedrooms, where she put her to bed and with a gentle kiss on her cheek, let the girl sleep peacefully for the first time in many weeks.

Trisha and Jake also went to bed shortly thereafter, leaving Charlene and Tad to sit on the couch facing one another, in the quiet as the night closed in. A fire was crackling in the fireplace, the living room was warm, but Charlene still felt cold. Tad noticed her shiver and pulled her back into his lap where he wrapped her in his arms and held her tightly.

“God how I missed you, Tad.” Charlene murmured as she relaxed into the embrace.

“Aye, love. I missed you as much, if not more.” Tad softly replied.

Charlene rolled over and looked at him, resting her chin on his chest as she had done so many times before. “Why did you let the alcohol get the better of you?”

“I’m nae proud of that, lass.” Tad began but she stopped him with a finger to his lips. “I’m not asking for you to apologize, my Scot. I just want to know why.”

Tad looked at her, but Charlene could see that he wasn’t focused on her, his gaze was distant.

“I dinna want to lose you.” He finally said.

“You didn’t lose me.” She replied quietly.

“It felt like I had, Red. You were gone.” Tad whispered. “It felt to me just like Siobhan, all over again. Losing a child, then losing my woman, just like before. Everything just falling through my fingers like sand on a beach.”

“I told you I would return, my Scot. You knew that.” Charlene said, getting up onto her knees to look at him, but he was unable to properly met her gaze.

“Rationally, I knew you’d come back. You don’t break your word, and you told Kitty the same thing. Emotionally, I broke. It felt too similar to my history, and I dinna know what to do. Things got a bit crazy here after you’d gone, I’m not too sure what you got told by Trisha, love.” Tad said, finally looking at her squarely.

Charlene nodded. “I know you and Kitty kept drifting apart, then coming together, and that you were stand-offish to her, which nearly broke her apart, until Trisha pretty much put you both to bed and ordered you to fuck her. I also know that Trisha took you to bed as well to help you to regain some focus.”

Charlene reached over and caressed Tad’s cheek. “You have such a basic and simple view on life, my Scot. When a woman in your life makes an error, you feel justified to put her over your lap and spank her to correct her behaviour. What happens when you make the error, though?”

“I lose people.” Tad said quietly, looking at her eyes, then looking away.

“Look at me.” Charlene said with a snap to her voice. Tad’s eyes focused on her.

She took his hand and put it on her chest, pressing it with her own until he could feel the strong heartbeat within her ribcage.

“Do you feel that?” She asked. Tad nodded.

“I had to go away, to find myself. To heal after my own very personal loss. I know it was your loss as well, and that it effected you deeply. Even more now that I know what happened with Siobhan years ago, my love. You are my rock, you are my anchor and my solid against the wilds of the world, Tad. What is your rock to rely upon?”

Tad didn’t reply, and Charlene did not wait too long before squeezing his hand hard enough to hurt. “I am your rock, Tad. Just as you are mine, you have to let me be yours. You may be a traditional man with solid and decent values, but you need somebody who will stand by your side. An equal, not a submissive. That was a means to you finding me. Searching for a girl who would not abandon you like Siobhan did. Controlling that most intimate part of your life was all about finding me.”

“It felt like you did abandon me, Red.” Tad finally said into the growing uneasy silence.

Charlene nodded. “Your response to that was to get drunk on whiskey and scare our young girl so much that she began to have flashbacks of JJ. Thank God Trisha and Jake stepped up to the plate and helped to pull you back together, Tad.”

She pulled him down so he was lying on his back on the couch and then straddled him. “I am not going to leave you again, my Scot. This was a one time event. I will never repeat it. Can you give me the same assurance you won’t fall apart and descend into the bottle again, if things get rough?”

Tad swallowed. “I never intended to in the first-” Charlene stopped him with a finger to his lips.

“Stop making excuses and give me your word.”

Tad looked at her squarely, then “On My Honor, Charlene O’Reilly, I will not use the bottle as a means to excuse my actions in our future.”

Charlene nodded, then “And upon my Honor, Tadius McDragough, I will not leave you again, to find myself escort maslak or for any other reason, in our future.”

She sealed the deal with a kiss upon his hungry lips, which was soon joined by their arms twined around each other as they lay on the soft couch, the fire crackling in the hearth in front of them, darkness all around them, but not a threat, just a warm easy covering of night.

She got up, and with a finger to his chest, told him to wait as she walked out of the living room. Tad relaxed, waiting as he was bid. In a lot of ways his entire dominant streak was gone, burned out of him by both Charlene’s presence, and by the people around him. Love conquers all.

She returned, wrapped in the sheepskin throw that he had as a reminder of the Old Country, she looked warm and inviting, wrapped in it. She came over to the couch and slipped it open to reveal she was naked underneath, then got back on top of him, the throw around her shoulders and draping down with the soft wool caressing them both.

Tad felt her nimble fingers at the clasp of his pants and soon he was assisting her to strip him out of his clothing, but she only wanted his pants and shorts off, his shirt was left on as she again straddled him, this time, his cock was beginning to get interested, and one of her hands was giving it attention.

“I know you’ve been feeding this, it’s had pretty Kitties and mulatto queens. I have missed it though, and I think it’s my turn, my fine Scot.” Charlene whispered as she kissed him, her hand busy wrapped around his erect shaft as she gently moved it up and down to bring him to full attention and prepare him for her use.

Charlene raised herself up and holding him in place, slipped down so that the head of his cock slid past her outer lips and pressed against the entrance to her pussy. She bit her lip and pressed down, feeling him fill her aroused but not very lubricated sheath, but she persisted, feeling the slight pain as she stretched to accommodate him and finally, she was fully down, her pubes resting against his, feeling his full shaft in her, stretching her open and filling her properly.

“God I have missed this, I have missed you so much, Tad. I never knew how much I missed this until it was gone.” She said, beginning to roll her hips and move so that he began to slide in and out of her slowly.

Tad’s hands slid up her body, caressing her hips, then her stomach, then reaching up to cup her full breasts as she shivered with growing arousal and anticipation. She leaned into the caress as one hand gently stroked her neck then the side of her face, and leaning forward, she kissed him with a passion he returned, her hips beginning to move faster as her body responded to his fullness with lubrication and arousal at their coupling.

She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm that had been long denied to her by her travels and absolute lack of interest in anything, even masturbation. Charlene had neglected her sexual needs on her journey, and now, her body was making up for lost time. She bit her lip as her orgasm rapidly began to build and even as she tried to fight it, with Tad’s gentle caresses and the strong full feeling of him buried deep inside her quickly pushed her over the edge and she clenched around him, her body quivering with release as she came, collapsing on top of him while he held her, gently caressing her back and sides as she gasped and shook with reaction.

Charlene opened her eyes as Tad lifted her, still wrapped in the sheepskin throw, and carried her into their bedroom where he laid her on the bed and pulled off his shirt and socks, then joined her on the throw as she spread her thighs to invite him to explore her depths.

He slid into her as she locked her ankles behind him, feeling him slide all the way into her and they began to move. Her orgasm had fully lubricated her so there was no longer any discomfort, just pleasure as her man solidly fucked her into the bed, and back into his life. She shook with another strong orgasm as Tad finally unloaded, filling her with his seed as he moaned into her mouth, feeling each others’ pleasure at their coupling.

She lay curled up against him, one leg over his, his wetness slowly oozing out of her as she idly ran a finger over his chest.

“I love you, Red.” Tad whispered, then kissed her head.

“I love you, Tad.” She replied, looking up to kiss him, then hugging him, she held tightly to her man until sleep came for them both.

…

“I can’t get pregnant.” Charlene said as she looked at Tad. They had gone to the Doctor’s office for a six month checkup after her miscarriage, and she had come out ashen faced and just walked into his arms for a long wordless hug.

“What is the matter, Red?” Tad asked her gently.

“I have scar tissue on my uterus. It is too thick to allow for embryo implantation. They can try to scrape it clean, but there is a good chance it will just grow back and become even thicker. I’m sterile, Tad.” She said looking into his eyes, searching for an answer escort topkapı that she hoped he would have.

Tad held her tightly, kissing her head, then he took her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly.

“We have a wedding to plan, love. I pledged to spend my life with you, I aim to keep my word.” He said softly.

“It’s not fair to you. You deserve somebody who can give you children.” Charlene cried.

Tad shook his head. “It will be what it is, Red. I want you in my life. If that is how it will be, then so be it. I am happy and content. You are my life.”

“You are too good of a man not to have children, Tad. I can’t give you that gift any more. We don’t need to get married, you need somebody who can give you that gift. It’s not me.”

“Charlene O’Reilly, you will stop talking nonsense this instant.” Tad said with a snap to his voice that Charlene had never heard before.

The ride back to the house was somewhat strained, neither of them knew what to really say so they sat in silence until they pulled into the driveway. Tad got out, and went to her side where he held the door so she could get out, then escorted her to the door, which he held open for her, like he normally did.

Once inside, they were greeted by silence. A note left by Trisha said she had kittynapped their submissive for an afternoon out and would return her, well worn out, by the evening.

Tad went and took a chair, then sat it in the middle of the floor and stood by it. “Come to me, Red.” He said.

Charlene walked over to him, nervous and not quite understanding.

“I’m not a submissive, Tad. We’ve been over this many times.” She said. Tad gently caressed her cheek and kissed her.

“You are my girl, love. That will never change. You did a similar thing to help bring Kitty to ground, I feel I need to do something to bring you to ground so you know you truly are loved, and that no matter what, I will take care of you.” He explained as he gently unbuttoned the top of her dress, then pulled it free of her arms as she allowed him to undress her, The clothing pooled around her slim ankles so she was left just in a brief pair of white panties and matching support bra.

“You are going to spank me?” Charlene whispered.

“Aye, and you’ll not argue with me, love. We have a very non traditional relationship going on here, you are such a strong woman that you match me well. I think now is the time for me to put the palm of my hand down upon your bottom so you realize how much I love you, in every way.” Tad said as he walked around her while Charlene stood in just her bra and panties, feeling the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin and shivering from a very nervous feeling.

“Take down your panties, my love.” He whispered in her ear. Charlene hesitated, then slipped her panties down and let them drop to the floor where she stepped out of them. Now naked from the waist down, she was more nervous and her hands clenched and unclenched. She felt like covering herself, which was silly, Tad had seen her like this countless times. He had fucked her in all manner of undress. Why was she so nervous now?

Tad sat on the chair in front of her and gently pulled her over so she settled across his lap, adjusting himself and her so her weight was distributed properly and she was as comfortable as this very uncomfortable position could get. She breathed slowly and steadily as she felt his hands, one gently but firmly holding her on the small of her back, fingers curling around her waist to ensure she did not fall off his lap, the other gently caressing her bare cheeks as she lay there, waiting and anticipating his next move.

“Who are ye, Red?” He asked her quietly.

“I am your girl, Tad.” She replied. His hand flashed across her bottom and the crack echoed through the empty house as she gasped from the sudden contact. The hand then began to rub and massage where it had slapped, and as the shock from the sting began to ebb, she felt the warmth begin to spread.

“Who loves you, my girl?” He asked.

“You do.” She whispered. Another firm slap and then more rubbing. Two slaps like this and her bottom was already beginning to burn. How could Kitty tolerate fifteen or more minutes of hard spanking?

“Did I give you any terms for my love?” He whispered close to her ear.

“No. Your love was without terms, unconditional.” She replied with a voice full of unshed tears, then his hand slapped down four times in quick succession, and Charlene winced and felt tears begin to flow as her bottom stung under the attention.

“Am I going to marry you?” He whispered.

“Yes, Tad.” She replied, tears now running down her cheeks. The spanking began in earnest, and as Charlene sagged against his lap, her bottom rapidly turned red under the firm attention of his hand which slapped her derriere all over. Leaving hand prints that quickly blended together into a hot red blush across her alabaster cheeks.

When he stopped, she didn’t realize, Charlene was too busy crying to even notice when the slaps stopped and the caressing began. She knew that she was no longer face down, but cuddled in his arms, her bra had vanished, so she was naked, and they were now on the couch, but aside from that, he was her entire world, and he was solid. He was there, and he was not going to let her go.

“You don’t want to do this,” I said into my phone, peering through the blinds at the car that had just pulled into my driveway. “You walk through my door and there’s no going back. You’re going to be mine. Forever.”

Alexis’ soft voice responded with, “At this point, I don’t really have a choice. Every day I wake up and crave your voice. If I go without it for too long I find myself falling apart. There is no way I’m stopping now.”

Alexis was twenty-seven years old with a seven-year-old daughter. She had a career. She had been married and divorced. She had spent that last five years avoiding relationships because in her mind no one wanted a worthless slut who had a kid. Because of that, driving to see me could have been the first real thing she had done for herself since having Emma. “You need this. You might need this more than anything you’ve ever needed. I want you to know, when you get out of that car it’s about twenty feet from where you are now to my front door. As you walk closer think about how those steps are the last few steps you’re ever going to take as Alexis the person. When you walk through my door… you belong to me.”

I hung up but kept watching. Alexis sat there in the dark, staring at my house. It must be a lonely feeling, sitting there in a silent car, too embarrassed to tell anyone where she really was, too scared to take those last few steps. I didn’t make it easy for her. I told her, “I’m not safe. If you give me an opening I’ll get inside your head. You’ll be sitting at your desk, writing our names together inside of hearts. In the morning when you wake up, before you can even get out of bed, you’ll need to text me. All day you’ll wonder what I’m doing, what am I thinking, am I pleased and satisfied with you. And then at night, you won’t be able to fall asleep without my voice.”

In the beginning, before I called her the first time, I laid out the rules. “Rule one, you’re not allowed to talk. Don’t say hello. Don’t say goodbye. Don’t say one fucking word. Rule two, you can make noises. In fact, making noises is encouraged. If you like what I’m saying feel free to moan. This brings us to rule three, you’re allowed to touch yourself with your hand. No toys, just your fingers on your clit, which brings us to the most important rule, rule four. Under no circumstance are you allowed to cum unless I say the words ‘cum for me.’ You must cum every time I say those words.”

She couldn’t have known at the time, but I was already conditioning her to obey me. When she picked up the phone I spoke. “Hear my words, feel them unburden you. Your whole life has a structure to it, but it has no purpose. You wake up every day and do what you need to do only because you have no choice. What does that get you? You scrape and claw your way from morning to night, dealing with one new problem after another. What’s that, Emma’s sick? Your boss won’t let you leave work? He’s yelling at you to stop making personal calls while Emma’s crying in your ear? Doesn’t it just make you want to Scream?

“Well, here’s your chance – you’re first real chance – to let go. Won’t it feel so good to let go? Allow the sound of my voice to take that all away. Imagine there is this amazing cloud descending onto you. This cloud has a color. Maybe it’s white, maybe it’s blue, but whatever color it is it brings you great comfort. Feel the cloud envelop you. Feel it encompasses your entire body from head to toe. It makes you feel so warm and so safe. It makes you feel so calm and so relaxed.

“I want you to take a deep breath. Really fill up your lungs. Imagine that beautiful warm cloud that’s covering your body and making you feel so safe and so relaxed is inhaled through your nose. See it get sucked in. Feel it rushing to your lungs making your chest feel so comfortable. But the cloud can’t stay there very long. It’s too heavy, gently sinking down your body, traveling through your legs to your feet. Feel it accumulating there in your toes. Can you feel your toes? Aren’t they so warm and so relaxed?

“When you exhale imagine all the bad in your life, all the stress that keeps you from being happy gets pushed out your mouth. Maybe it’s an ex, maybe it’s the traffic on your way to work. It can be anything that’s a negative in your life. Maybe it’s something in your past, escort bostancı something that really hurt you. Feel all those things rushing out of you as you exhale. See it come out as a black or gray smoke.

“Now, keep inhaling through your nose, inhaling more and more of that amazing cloud. Feel it accumulating in your feet and in your ankles. Feel it accumulating in your calves. The more of the amazing cloud you consume the fuller you feel; the more relaxed and at peace you are. Imagine the cloud inside you is pushing up all the bad. You’re being filled with so much good and exhaling so much bad. Keep taking those deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Feel the cloud making your thighs feel so warm and so relaxed. Feel it in your hips, now. Feel it in your stomach. Watch all the pain leave your mouth, see it out there in front of you where it can’t touch you or hurt you anymore.

“Let go, keep letting go. Remember, this is what you’ve always wanted. You’ve always wanted to feel so comfortable and so relaxed. Hear my voice guide you to complete and total relaxation. By now you should have consumed almost all of the cloud. Your body should feel completely at rest. Take one more deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. Suck into your body the last of that amazingly warm and beautiful cloud.

“Notice how your body is enveloped by a new cloud, a dark ugly one. All of that was inside of you. Now, it’s on the outside where it can’t hurt you. Your whole body is glowing the color of the good cloud that acts as a kind of shield protecting you. Don’t you feel so safe, so warm and so loved? Watch as that darkness around you slowly fades away. Watch as all your worries disappear into the air. What’s left is the good feelings; a warmness from head to toe.

“That warmness is the embodiment of my voice. By now you should be aware I have complete control over you. Feel my voice touching your shoulders. Feel my hands digging into your muscles. Notice how relaxed that part of your body is growing as my thumbs dig deeper and deeper into your tissue. My hands make you more and more relaxed. I’m going to massage your arms, along your biceps down to your forearms. Feel how relaxed your hands get as I rub your palms and massage your fingers.

“That’s it. Doesn’t it feel so good? Don’t you want to feel my hands all over your body? Don’t you want my voice to touch every inch of you? I want you to take your hands and slowly move them up to your breasts. Massage your breasts just as you’d want me to touch you. Realize it’s my voice controlling your movements right now, it’s me who has all the power. And you want to give up that power because it feels so good to submit, it feels so amazing to let go. That’s it, squeeze your breasts, twist your nipples. That’s my hands touching you. It is my words deep inside your mind.

“Feel those sensations when you take your nipples between your fingers. Feel those sensations surge through your body. Hear my words telling you to obey; telling you to let go. Let my words surge from your mind. That’s, it squeeze them harder. Your hands are my hands. My voice is your mind. There is no space between us because you want me to have total control. You want me to take over every part of you, because it feels so good to submit.

“I can hear your breathing pick up. I can hear your soft little moans. I know that means it feels so amazing having my hands on your breasts. It feels so amazing to have my voice touching your mind. You must want me to keep going. You must want me to touch more of you. Feel the backs of my fingers gliding over your skin, around and around your nipples in concentric circles. That motion creates a ripple in your body that keeps growing more and more intense. You want to let go, don’t you? You want to give more and more of yourself to me.

“My hands glide up and down your sides, crisscrossing over your stomach, back up to your breasts, around and around your nipples. I’m barely touching your skin but those ripples keep mounting. My fingers tips send chills up your spine, creating more and more ripples that keep getting bigger and bigger. Feel how your body squirms to my touch. This is you submitting to me. This is you giving up escort tuzla control. It’s my words, my voice, that’s gotten inside your head. It’s my words that are gliding up and down your body. Don’t you want to keep feeling good? Don’t you want this feeling to grow more and more intense? Then all you need to do is to let go; obey my commands.

“That’s it. It feels so good to obey me, doesn’t it? You’re so free when you obey me. Feel my fingers sliding up and down your thigh. Feel how your legs are trembling sending larger and larger ripples through your body. Those ripples make all your sensors fill with pleasure. Notice how you have a strong desire to have your pussy touched. You’re almost desperate for it. Your hips push up off the bed. Can you feel that? You’re trying to grind against my words. You’re desperate to have my words inside of you.

“Now, slide your hand between your legs. Slip you fingers between your lips. Feel how wet you are. That’s it, part your lips and touch your warm sweet juices. Your hand is my hand. My words are your thoughts. It’s me touching you, sliding my fingers inside you, pulling out your juices up to your clit. Can you feel my fingers probing you, moving around, and around, and around, and around your you little nub? Those ripples are growing to the point you can’t contain them in your body. You feel the ripples coming from the bed, and the floor, and the ceiling. Don’t be alarmed. It is my words effecting your environment. My words have so much power because you want them to. You want to obey because it gives you so much pleasure.

“Don’t you want to feel pleasure, more and more pleasure? Then all you have to do is feel my hand on your clit getting faster, moving around and around. Feel the tension in my voice. Let that tension fill your body, feel everything getting stiff and rigid. Feel those ripples reverberating in on themselves, making them bigger and bigger. You’re giving me more and more control. My words have more and more power. You want to let go completely but you can’t. There’s a wall blocking you. Can you see it? The ripples in your body are shaking it, forming cracks and popping bricks out of place. They’re not strong enough to shatter the wall. It still stands in your way.

“The only way to break through the wall is if you obey me. I know you want to obey me, because obeying me brings you so much pleasure. Feel so much pleasure as my fingers move around and around your clit, so fast now there just shaking back and forth. The ripples in your body are shaking your home. Car alarms are going off in your neighbor’s garages. That’s it. Can you feel it? The wall is about to crumble. Let it grow. Allow my voice to have complete control of your body, complete control of your mind. That’s it, you’re almost there. You’re so tense every muscle is contracting at the same time. Your toes are stretched out, your hands are balled up into fists. All you have to do is obey me. Are you ready to obey me? Are you ready to feel so much pleasure? Good. Then cum for me.

“Can you feel it? Those ripples shatter the wall and you let go. I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you cry out. Doesn’t it feel so good to obey me? Can you feel every inch of your body vibrating with my words? This is what you’ve been dreaming of your whole life. This is the moment when your mind can finally shut off. All you had to do was listen and obey my words. Feel it shooting off inside you, getting ten times bigger, twenty times bigger, thirty times bigger. That’s it. It keeps growing and growing. You’re shaking and convulsing. You’re moaning. You can’t take it, because it keeps getting bigger, forty times bigger, fifty times bigger. Don’t stop. Obey my words, cum for me. Keep cumming for me, over and over. Let your orgasms cascade one on top of another. Feel them lifting you off your bed. You’re mine. You belong to me, now. I’ve taken over every part of you. The only thing that matters to you is your submission to me. Submit to me. Obey me. Cum for me.

“You can’t stop because I haven’t allowed you to stop. I want you to breathe. I want your hand on your clit to slow down but don’t stop moving it. Just move around and around in soft slow circles. That’s it. Feel the aftershocks in your body tingling escort göztepe in your legs and toes. Feel them in your hands. That’s me. I’m still there. I still have control. Take a deep breath. Take another deep breath. It is time for you to obey me. It is time for you to listen to my words. Feel a tingle in your stomach. Feel it expand. It’s growing bigger and bigger as your hand moving around your clit picks up speed. Never forget your hand is my hand, my words guide your mind. So, let go. Let me have complete control. Feel that tingle in your stomach increase, consuming more and more of your body. It’s rushing through your veins until it fills every inch of you. It builds up inside you

“Can you feel that pressure? It keeps building the faster my hand moves around your clit. Don’t stop. If you want to feel pleasure all you have to do is obey. Obeying me brings you so much pleasure. Don’t you want to obey me? I know you do. This is the moment when you really let go. This is the time you finally feel free. Feel that pressure in your chest, in your legs. Feel it in your feet and hips. You can’t take it anymore but there’s no release valve. There is no way of letting it out. So, the pressure just keeps building and growing. My words fill you up to the point you want to explode. But you can’t. You don’t have my permission. You need my permission because that’s the only way you can get the release. Faster and faster, don’t stop. You’re right there on the edge, about to lose it, but you can’t. You want to obey me, because it feels so fucking good to obey me. So, do it. Let go. You have my permission. Cum for me.

“Feel all that energy explode out of you. You’re shaking. You’re floating up off the bad. That’s it rub your clit, around and around. It’s me who is doing this to you. It’s me who’s making you cum. You can’t stop it now. It keeps getting bigger and bigger. It’s already the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. Fuck me, you’re not even sure where you are. All you care about is submitting to my voice, obeying my words. Well do it then. Make this orgasm even bigger. You can’t hold it back. It’s already sixty times bigger than your biggest orgasm ever, seventy times bigger. Oh my god! Eighty times bigger! Ninety times bigger! ONE HUNDRED TIMES BIGGER! You’re shaking. You’re convulsing. Your mind feels like it’s been ripped out of you and all that’s left is this vacant space filled with my voice, filled with my pleasure. Please, keep going. Don’t stop. You need this. You need to obey. Cum for me. Cum for me. Don’t stop. Cum for me.”

That was our first phone conversation. I made Alexis cum just like that hundreds of times over a month, guiding her into orgasm. I took more and more control of her mind, helping her to reach a deep and meaningful level of submission. And now, there she was, sitting in her car in my driveway after traveling hundreds of miles, trying to find the confidence to go twenty more feet. As she walked to my door, I watched her legs shake. She almost stumbled, but caught herself. Each step brought her closer until the two of us stood on opposite sides of the door. I waited for what must have seemed like an eternity to her. By now she had completely let go. She was ready to give every part of herself to me: her mind, her body, and her soul. So, I opened the door, and without saying a word I took her hand and guided her in.

Face to face I studied her short blond hair, her ice colored eyes, her soft pale skin. She couldn’t look at me. After a month of only having my voice she must have been dying to hear it. My voice was the only in thing in her life that could give her peace. It was the only thing that could give her pleasure. I had conditioned her so well. The words “cum for me” were the only thing that could take her over the edge. I had said them so many times and in each instance her hand had been on her clit. In each instance those words sent her body into violent convulsions, rippling through her every molecule. Now, standing before me, fully clothed, with her hands by ear side, I leaned and pressed my lips to her ear. “Do you want to obey me,” I asked?

“Yes, sir” she answered. “I need to obey you.”

“Cum for me.”

As soon as I said those words she fell to the floor, her body unsteady, shaking, and quivering. She moaned and cried out, “Yes, yes, yes. Sir, I’m cumming for you. I’m obeying you.”

Standing over her, I spoke. “Do you see how much power my voice has? Can you feel my control? I own you. You belong to me. Do you understand? For the rest of your life the only way you’ll be able to cum is to the sound of my voice. Now obey me. Cum for me, again.”

There was a clock affixed to the far wall, and I made a point of mentally recording our start time, 20.55. That meant I had to hang in until 22.10 without moving or coming. It doesn’t sound like a long time, but I was primed for orgasm already and 1 hour 15 was going to be a lifetime.

Marie sat there running just one finger slowly up and down the underside of my cock, which was rapidly stiffening. It wasn’t really what she was doing to me that was causing me to stiffen so rapidly; it was the situation as a whole. My pretty wife watching me, dressed in black, and waiting patiently for me to ask her to help me. Only being able to guess at the pain I might soon be begging for.

“I think he’s going to be needing your help very soon Sarah,” Marie said with a smile, “Just look how big he is already.”

A drop of precum oozed from the tip of my cock.

“Think I should help him out Marie?” My wife asked innocently. “He’s your toy, play with him how ever you want.” Marie replied, looking up at me. Her smile was gone and what I saw in her eyes, made my balls try to shrivel in their sack. Though my excitement had been mounting, the small drink they had allowed me had helped open up my logic circuits. I had it figured. They were just trying to scare me, there was no way that Sarah would risk having me permanently injured, she’d never let me get to the stage where I had to pull backwards and risk the weight damaging my nuts.

Sarah stood up from her chair and from an unseen pocket somewhere, pulled out what looked like a silicone rubber O-ring.

“Here we go love, just so you don’t have to make too much of an effort to harden up all the time, this will help keep the lead in your pencil.” She said it with a grin as she knelt down on the rug next to Marie. She stretched the ring slightly over the end of my cock, then while holding my cock in her hands, she took just my knob into her mouth. Using her fingers she slowly rolled the rubber ring down its length towards the base while her tongue teased and lathered my extremely sensitive glans. It felt great, I wasn’t yet so sensitive that any such intimate contact would be overwhelming; I was fast approaching it though. Shit! I knew the ring would keep me hard all night and make the evening that little more unbearable for me.

While Sarah was ensuring the snugness of the ring around the base of my cock, Marie reached out and picked up the bottle of gel, pressing the plunger down and allowing a large dollop to coat the palm of her right hand. She brought her hands together and began to spread the gel. Taking the bottle again she squirted more lube onto her other hand, before rubbing both hands together again to spread the gel thoroughly. Oh shit, I thought, she’s going to use both hands on me at once.

I was sweating again, wondering how I was ever going to get through this night with my balls intact. I glanced at the clock, bad move; only five minutes had elapsed since we had begun playing.

Sarah let go of my cock and slowly stood up, running her hands lightly up my body as she did so. With a quick pinch to each of my nipples she moved back to her seat, allowing Marie to continue.

“Ready big boy?” She asked, a grin lighting up her face once again. “Coming ready or not.”

With that she began. She gently grasped my cock in both hands about midway along its length, and began running each hand in opposite directions, one towards the head and one towards the base. It felt fantastic, the hand running towards the base tugging the skin tight so that her other hand worked up to the protruding uncovered head. She didn’t spend too much time at the head of my cock, just allowed her hand to glide over it and off, and back for the next stroke. Over and off, then back for the next stroke.

Then she sped up a little and began quietly talking as she worked. Little phrases like, ”Mmm, who’s a big boy?” Or “Mmm, so shiny, look at Sarah’s nice big toy. Marie’s going to keep on practicing on her new flute until the music just squirts out of it!”
I was beginning to feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. Shit!

“Look Sarah,” Said Marie in delight, “He is really beginning to drip that precum!” I tried to stand like a stone, but it was sure getting difficult. My orgasm was getting close now.

“Stop,” I yelled, “I’m going to come!”

Marie stopped her playing immediately and Sarah came over to look down at my cock.

“Put ice on his balls Marie, and carry on please. He’s nowhere near coming yet!” “I did tell you not to talk until you were close to coming, didn’t I love?” She asked me. “Yes, but I’m afraid…” I began. “I’m not interested in your excuses. You are not to talk until you feel you just cannot carry on without coming, it’s not meant to be easy love, it’s about you learning some control. Do you understand?” She asked me. Marie had grabbed a handful of ice in her left hand and now brought it up onto my balls beneath the parachute. I almost jumped at the cold. escort ataşehir She pressed it firmly into my scrotum so that there was a little pain besides the freezing iciness of it. With her other hand she continued wanking my cock. I knew I was going to come any second, I knew it.

“Do you understand?” Sarah asked me again, through the fog of my impending orgasm, though louder. “Yes!” I croaked, as my hips moved back and forwards slightly. My desire to come was overwhelming, yet it was essential I keep still. “Ahh.” I yelled. I was about to squirt. I never really noticed Marie’s hands leave me. I did however feel the sharp pain as Sarah used her thumb to squeeze hard on my cock at its base, thus preventing my orgasm.

When she could see I was back from the edge she said to me, “Ready?” “Uh, ready for what?” I asked dully. “My help of course love, the desensitizing.” “Oh come on Sarah love. This is insane, please lets stop now.” I implored. She ducked down even lower between my legs then said, “I’m going to flick your right ball first so get ready; and please stop whining. It’s my turn and we’re playing this out to the end.” I heard a dull thunk sound a split second before I felt the pain radiate out from my right testicle. I sagged in my bonds as she flicked my left ball. The pain wasn’t the worst I have ever felt but it was far from pleasant. I felt a shiver of excitement too somewhere. My cock remained very stiff with the rubber ring around its base.

“Now I’m going to help bring your cock back from the edge by giving its head a little rub.” She laughed as she picked up the lube bottle and worked some into her left hand.

“What do you say honey?” She asked me. “Thank you love.” I answered flatly. The anger boiling up inside again. She ignored my tone and got to work grasping my cock in her right hand and pulling the skin back towards the base. Next she took her slippery left hand and like she was trying to open an extremely slippery door handle, she rubbed her palm all over and around the very tip of my cock.

“Ahh!” I yelled out continuously as she kept rubbing and rubbing. I tried to twist away from the incredible sensations streaming from the end of my penis. Somehow I didn’t pull away, and after what felt like minutes but was I think, but several seconds, my cock had lost all desire to come. If I hadn’t had the rubber ring on I would have been soft now.

“Ha ha!” laughed Marie, “he looks like a bloated fat sausage now.”

I was as soft as I could get.

“My turn again!” Marie said excitedly. “Yes, get to work again Marie.” Sarah smiled at her, before carrying on to me, “That’s how desperate I want you before you decide to ask for help this time. If you ask for help too early again, I’ll use a chopstick to flick your balls and I’ll have Marie do the same to the tip of your cock, is that understood?”

Marie had begun playing with my cock again. I was stiffening rapidly.

“Yes Sarah, I understand, but if I get to that stage I’m pretty much out of control. I mean I’m on the very edge of coming and I don’t know if I can hold back at that stage. I’m not near to coming, I am actually in the throes of an oncoming orgasm.”

“ All you need do is warn me in time love, so I can squeeze your cock for you and help you to develop some control.” She smiled that little girl grin she uses when she knows she is being particularly bad and has been caught at it.

“Oh Marie,” I groaned, “Please take it easy.” She was masturbating me with just one hand now, while the other pulled the skin tight at the base. She was paying a little more attention to my glans now; rubbing her hand over them on each upsweep, before easing off for the downward journey. Up and over, down again, up and over, down again. Occasionally she would lightly scratch a fingernail around the glans, when she did this I nearly jumped out of my skin, so intense were the feelings. Then in a second she would be back to the stroking. Faster one minute, slow the next.

“Look how he’s sweating Marie.” Sarah said, “You must be working him just right. Remember to keep quiet please Honey, that was the deal, remember Marie’s just trying to help you out.” The two of them burst out laughing; Marie’s hands never missed a stroke. I was semi writhing now, trying to move sideways, backwards, forwards, anything without moving my feet, to escape her joyful ministrations.

Through the haze of lust and sensation enveloping me, I stole a quick glance at the clock; thirty minutes had now passed. Shit, I screamed inside, I just couldn’t do this!

“Ahh.” I yelled all too soon, terrified I might have waited too long before yelling. Immediately I felt the same painful clamping as before, on the base of my cock. Through a daze I heard Sarah warning me of the remainder of the “treatment”.

First a shocking thunk to my right testicle followed by an equally hard one to the left. Then another escort pendik to the left, but from a different angle, before a final agonizing thunk to the right; it was terrible, yet even as I sagged a part of me began to feel release. I groaned loudly but quieted at Sarah’s softly spoken command. I tried to remain quiet as she swirled her gel soaked hand around and around my cock head. I couldn’t, I yelled and demanded she stop, as my body tried to run from the overwhelmingly intense sensations.

“Marie, pass me a chopstick please and grab one for yourself.” Sarah said. I had to run from this hideous abuse of trust. I had to escape. I began to move but was suddenly awakened to what I was about to do by the tug of the little weight Sarah had placed on the rope between my balls and the catch holding the weight in place. It brought me back.

“I gave you an option of using a gag when we began tonight honey, and you decided to accept my challenge and go without it. I’ve recognized your courage in accepting the challenge, that is why I haven’t punished these outbursts you have been making. I can see I have been too lenient with you or perhaps you are just not ready for such a challenge, either way I have to punish you. You can see that can’t you? If I don’t punish you, why should you even try to follow our game rules? “

I began to reply but she cut me off immediately.

“I did not say you could speak love. Please keep quiet.” “Your punishment for your outburst is a flick from a chopstick to each of your balls from me, and two flicks to your cock head from a chopstick by Marie.” She announced. Taking a chopstick from Marie she quickly crouched in front of me. I was still trying to think of a way out when I felt the devastating impact of the chopstick into my right ball. Even as I was drawing breath to scream, she delivered a flick to my left ball and all I could do was whimper. I found it difficult to breath. I hung from my bonds, for what seemed like a long while; and for the first time there was no I to experience the pain. There was only pain. From within the sea of pain came a new sharply intense radiation of feeling that somewhere I knew was Marie striking the very tip of my penis with her chopstick. The pain heard itself scream at this change in feeling and again as she struck for the second time at precisely the same spot as before.

Through the mists of the pain, gradually there blossomed a feeling of joy. The word endorphins rang through the sea. Through the mist there was the sound of women’s voices.

“His balls are still warm, so he’s looking alright for the meantime.”

Soon the euphoria had left me and there was just a dull ache in my poor balls. I was back again and angry and scared.

I felt the warmth as Marie’s hands once again began their ministrations. I looked down at her and she smiled up at me and I couldn’t help but smile back, even through the pain. She was just so gorgeous and pretty.

“There’s still thirty five minutes left lover, think you can handle much more of Marie’s lovin’ hands? Or do you want a little help?” Sarah asked.

“Oh Sarah please help me.” I begged. “Sure lover.” She replied. Then “I’ll put the clover clamps on you if you’d like, that will help take your mind off your cock and help drag out the time between desensitizing sessions. Would you like that honey?” She asked gently.

“Yes Sarah, please put the clover clamps on me.” I shivered as I asked that, yet I also realized it was the only way I was likely to prevent myself from coming, or worse yet, have my balls pulled off by the weight. Without the clamps I’d also just earn more and more flicks to my suffering balls each time I came close to orgasm. With the clamps on I’d be in too much pain to even think about orgasm.

They both giggled as Sarah reached to the tray and removed the clover clamps. She stood up and moved in front of me. Briefly she rubbed her body against mine and I instinctively began to try to thrust against her. With a quick laugh she pulled back and slowly raised her hands, showing me the cruel shiny clamps. Taking them in one hand she reached up with the other and began to caress and tweak my left nipple until it was erect. She took one clamp in her left hand before reaching up and gently attaching it to my left nipple. The pain was as intense as it was immediate. She laughed briefly, before reaching out to gently hold a hand in front of my mouth.

“Hush now lover, don’t scream at us when we are just trying to help you.” Sarah said. They both giggled again, before Sarah said for Marie to place the remaining clamp on my right nipple.

Oh shit I thought. Fuck this, my left nipple was already on fire, the clamp biting cruelly into the tender flash of my nub. I had to scream. Marie stood up before me and without looking away from my eyes called for Sarah to please undo her (Marie’s) thong top. In order for Sarah to move behind Marie escort ümraniye she would have to pass the remaining clamp to Marie or drop it.

“Hold on to this for me will you love.” Sarah smiled at me before dropping the free clover clamp. I watched it fall as if I was watching a slow motion replay. I attempted to brace myself for the impending agony but nothing could prepare me for such a biting pain as I suddenly felt when the little chain joining the two clamps took up the slack and halted the fall of the clamp Sarah had just let go of. I felt as if my left nipple had just been torn off, so intense was the pain.

I screamed, I couldn’t hold back, though I realized that by allowing the scream I was opening myself up to more agony for my slip up.

Marie just smiled at me as Sarah allowed Marie’s thong top to drop to the ground in front of me. Even through my tears of pain I felt a strong sexual thrill at seeing Marie’s naked breasts. I felt my cock bloating even as I moaned at the agony in my nipple. Finally, after what seemed like years, Marie reached out and grasped the dangling clover clamp and took the weight off the chain and therefore my left nipple.

Holding the clamp in one hand she looked down at herself and began playing with her own right nipple, I was mesmerized. She tweaked it and pulled at it, rubbed her palm gently over it then tweaked it some more. Her nipple was engorged and stiff when she slowly raised her head and smiled at me once again. She raised her hand holding the remaining clover clamp and while continuing to look at me placed it on her own nipple. Letting the chain fall, she slowly leaned back until the slack was taken up. Instead of stopping she continued to lean slowly backwards until the fire was rekindled in my own nipple. I was determined I wouldn’t scream, oh how I needed to scream. She leaned yet further, and all I know is pain, pain is all there is and I am pain. Bitch, she hadn’t had one clamp drop free and nearly rip her nipple off. I’ll not say a word though; fuck her. Sweating now, pain spreading out in waves from the destroyed nipple, from the distorted little nub that used to be a nipple. Still she looks at me, through the pain I see she too is beginning to sweat. Serves her right. She leans even further, and I scream. It’s too bloody much, why do they have to make it all so fucking extreme. The agony. You’ll probably never know this absolute agony, this hateful, all pervading, sensuous, addictive agony.

She straightens then reaches up and removes the clamp from her own nipple. Through my pain I look at it and see the awful tiny teeth marks that the clamp has made to her nipple. With a smile she reaches up and begins tuning up my right nipple to receive the clamp that has so recently caressed her own. My emotions are in turmoil; I hate her, yet I so want to receive the clamp that has tasted her nipple. In a few moments my nipple is hard and she reaches out touching it with the clamp until she has it positioned at the last couple of millimeters from the end. She releases the clamp. I sweat profusely but remain quiet. Somewhere a little pride has asserted itself, I’ll not scream, this is her gift to me and I will not scream.

She looks at me then gives the chain a little tug. I scream.

When I settle, if settle is the right choice of word, Marie is again seated and Sarah stands before me.

I feel the caress of Marie’s hands upon my cock again and am amazed at how quickly I respond. My nipples are in agony, why is my cock not remaining soft. How can I possibly be reacting to the teasing fingers on my cock when my nipples are in such agony?

“As you seem unable to stop making lots of noise I’m going to allow you the gag again love.” Sarah says with a smile.

I try to smile back, but with my nipples on fire and the pain throbbing in my balls I find it impossible. Instead I grunt.

“Open wide love.” She says, and I do as she inserts a ball gag into my mouth. “The only small problem with the ball gag love,” She smiles, before continuing, “ Is that we wont know when you are trying to tell us your are about to come and when you might just be grunting.”

I begin to shout into the gag.

“Best you keep quiet until you really need to speak love, otherwise Marie and I might not know to stop at the right moment. Remember if you do come before time, we keep playing right on for an additional half hour. If you come again in that half hour, well, that’s just an extra half hour and so on. So I’d be quiet if I was you.” With that she went back to her seat and left me in the hands of Marie.

“Marie give him two flicks to each nut and three flicks with a chopstick to the head of his cock.” Sarah ordered.

I tried to shout into the gag. Why? All that came out was a nonsensical stream of moaning.

“I gave you the gag back lover, because I felt pity on you. When we were attaching the nipple clamps you shouted and yelled all too much. You had been warned, but you chose to ignore that warning. I know you wouldn’t do that normally that’s why the gag is back. You know I don’t wish to see you hurt unnecessarily, however we must maintain discipline, I’m trying to get through to your mind as well as your body and they both require different stimuli to learn. Faith love, have faith.” Sarah said from her seat.

I sat there looking at the advertisement for what must be the 100th time. I don’t know I bothered reading it because I knew it off by heart.

“Spanking Services for Ladies by mature, experienced gentleman. Caring and understanding, first timers especially welcome. Make your fantasies come true. Contact Matt and the phone number.

God! I was so frustrated. There I was, a University graduate, successful business woman in charge of my own department and I was so nervous about making one phone call. A phone call that could change my life, a phone call that may result in me receiving the spanking that I had needed, desired, wanted, fantasized and wanked over for so many years.

After all, if I wasn’t happy with the conversation all I had to do was hang up. I had checked out Matt’s reputation with the editor of the contact magazine in which I read the advert and he gave Matt a very good report. Also there were those letters in the magazine from ladies who had been to Matt and had “such a great time” that they were going back – surely all those couldn’t be fake?

It was after 5.30 and all the office had gone home, I was by myself and I finally plucked up the courage to make the call.

“Matt speaking, can I help you?” Matt answered in a cheerful voice.

I was frozen, words wouldn’t come, I didn’t know what to say!

“Hello, hello are you there? You must be I can hear you breathing, come on say something or I’ll have to hang up.”

Finally words came, “I, I, I’m ringing about your advert,” I spluttered out, so much for the calm, successful businesswoman.

Matt was great, ” Is this your first call about spanking?” he asked.

“Yes it is,” was all I could say.

“You sound so nervous, there’s no need to be but I know what you’re going through. Take some deep breaths, breath in and fill up your lungs and tummy, yes that’s right, now let it all out, go on, keep going, let it all out. Great, now do it again and three more times, there’s no hurry.”

He listened while I did as he instructed, then inquired, “There that’s better, do you feel more relaxed?”

“Yes I do”, I replied truthfully, “I think I can actually put a few coherent words together now.”

Matt laughed, his mood was infectious, I felt as if I could really talk to this man at the other end of the phone. “O.K., now how can I help you? What’s your first name?’ he asked.

“Oh, my name is Melissa, I seen your advert many times and I’ve finally decided to call you about your spanking services. You see I’ve had this, this um”

“Need?” asked Matt.

“Yes that’s the word, this need for so long, years and years, and I’m just so frustrated that I haven’t had anyone to talk to about it, let alone anyone to actually spank me. I’ve dropped a few hints to a couple of boyfriends who I thought were broadminded and they just laughed at me, so I’ve finally decided to ring you.” Now I was talking Matt couldn’t get a word in edgeways, I was on a roll and not stopping until it all came out. “I’ve searched the internet looking at various sites of Mistresses and Masters and most of them seem so awful. I’m not interested in torture or gold or brown showers, I don’t want to be put down, humiliated or degraded, I just want, no, I just need some domination with a good over the knee spanking.” There I had finally said it, what would Matt say?

“Sounds familiar to me”, he said, ” I’ve spanked lots of ladies who desires and fantasies were just the same as yours. You don’t have to worry, I’m not into showers, torture or humiliation. My main service is over the knee spanking, clothed or unclothed, it’s your choice.”

“You do it clothed?’ I blurted out, that had one of my worries, baring my bum to a complete stranger.

Again that comforting laugh, “Yes, some ladies don’t want the embarrassment of baring their bottom so they wear thin, tight shorts, or panties, or some prefer a g-string which allows me to spank them on the bare while they retain some modesty. It’s your choice Melissa, nothing happens to you at my place that you don’t want to happen. I want you to leave happy and satisfied with my service so that you want to come back again. Of course I do earn my living from my services so there is a charge.”

Matt went on to explain the charges and we talked some more. We spoke about fear, of wants, of fantasies, of some of his experiences with novices. He offered to meet me at a coffee shop if that would make things easier for me, we could talk things over and if I didn’t like him we could leave and go our separate ways. I was tempted to take this easy way out but instead asked him when could he see me?

“Well as a matter of fact I have a vacancy tonight because of a cancellation. My regular lady for tonight had to go interstate because of her job so if you want her time it’s yours. Maybe this cancellation happened for a reason Melissa, I don’t believe in accidents, this time is available for you, tonight, if you really want to face your fear.”

It was up to me, there was silence as my mind raced, thinking escort kadıköy about everything Matt had said, he sounded so nice, so trustworthy.

I took a deep breath and said, “I’ll come tonight Matt, what time and where?”

“Very good Melissa, I’m proud of you for making what is not an easy decision.” After giving me his address and instructions of how to find his house he said, “I’ll see you at 7.30 Melissa, don’t be late or else! Bye for now.”

The phone went dead. God, what had I let myself in for? My mind started to race, would I go or not? After all he didn’t know my number. No Melissa, I said to myself, stop these damn negative thoughts and do it!

I rushed to my nearby apartment, showered and dressed. I decided to wear a g-string, I wanted it on the bare but didn’t want Matt to see my privates. I tried to eat something but I was too nervous so I went to the downstairs car park, got out my car and drove out to the suburbs. Matt’s instructions were excellent, I later found that giving instructions were one of Matt’s strengths, and arrived about ten minutes early.

I sat outside trembling nervously, butterflies rushing about in my stomach, but still very determined to go through with it. After all, Matt had said I could leave at any time and we had agreed on ‘Mercy’ as a code word. I checked once again that I had put the right amount of money in the envelope for Matt and at 7.28 drove into his driveway to my appointment with destiny.

As Matt had said, high fences and hedges gave me privacy as I walked nervously up to the front door. Without hesitation I rang the bell, giving myself a private pat on the back for my bravery.

Matt answered the door almost immediately. He was smiling as he ushered me into the hallway. I liked him straight away. He reminded me of one of my uncles as he welcomed me and asked me to put the envelope on the hall table.

As he guided me into the comfortable lounge room he said, “Congratulations Melissa, it takes courage to face ones fears, I’m very proud of you.”

“Proud of me?” I asked.

“Yes, and I want you to be proud of your spanking needs Melissa. I don’t mean you have to rush out and tell everyone you know about what happens here tonight. But your needs are your needs, it’s a very personal thing for you and there is nothing for you to be ashamed about, O.K.?”

I nodded, feeling good about facing my demons but also suddenly a bit nervous about the actual spanking.

“Would you like a coffee or tea?” Matt inquired, “Or perhaps something a bit stronger for the nerves, a glass of wine perhaps?””

“Wine would be wonderful,” I replied.

“Great, I’ve a nice bottle of Australian wine open, I’ll join you, please take a seat, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Matt was soon back with the glasses and I gratefully sipped while we talked a bit more about his experiences. I noted that he never mentioned any names and that pleased me as my privacy was very important to me. Suddenly the glasses were empty and it was time.

“Ready Melissa, ready for your first spanking?

I nodded, suddenly lost for words but determined to go through with it, I was as confident as I could be at that stage that Matt was the man for the job at hand and I was ready.

“Take off your shoes Melissa and stand up,” Matt ordered.

I did as I was told and Matt moved into the centre of the couch. “OK Melissa, come and lay across my knees,” he instructed.

I lay across Matt’s thighs and shivered as one of his hands pressed firmly into my back. The other hand gently stroked my bottom in a circular motion over my dress. Inwardly I screamed to Matt, ‘Get on with it for fuck’s sake’ but I remained silent, waiting impatiently for my spanking to start.

The stroking finally ceased and Matt’s hand moved down to the bottom of my loose skirt where it gathered the hem and ever so slowly raised the skirt upwards, leaving my sheer silk petticoat behind.

As Matt placed the skirt over my back, above my waist he exclaimed, “Beautiful, a silk petticoat, I don’t see many of these, they are so sexy and lovely to touch.” Again the firm hand moved down my legs and raised the petticoat up, baring my bottom to his gaze. I felt the coolness of the room on my cheeks, while unknown to Matt my face blushed bright red.

“A g-string, I’m glad you wore it Melissa, they are the best thing to wear for spankings, are you ready to start now? Last chance to pull out!”

“Please just get on with it!” I pleaded.

Matt’s hand roamed in circles over my bare bum “Patience brings it’s own rewards, Melissa, and a little wait never hurt anyone.”

The rubbing hand withdrew, the atmosphere was electric as I tensed my buttocks and waited for the first hit.

The first ‘smack’ was very gentle and did not sting at all. Matt spanked me softly all over both cheeks, making sure that he covered all of my bare skin, “Just a light warm up,” he explained, “I find that first timers like to be warmed up gradually.”

A escort kartal slight pause then ‘wack’ down came his hand with a bit more force. I felt a bit of a sting each time Matt’s large hand came down on my skin, but it wasn’t painful – yet.

The pressure of each spank gradually increased, now I was feeling them and I realized with pleasure I was enjoying it – my first spanking was all I hoped it would be.

“Your bottom has turned a lovely shade of pink Melissa, are you going OK?” Matt asked. I nodded my reply and he continued, “It’s going to get harder now so if it gets too much you know the code word.”

Again I nodded and as I did ‘whack’ Matt’s hand came down with quite a bit of force.

“Ow.” I cried, “That stings!”

“And there’s a lot more where that one came from,” laughed Matt as he continued to spank me.

All the blows were really stinging now and I was wriggling around on Matt’s thighs.

“Ouch, ooooh, aaahhh, Oh God,” I exclaimed, “Oh Matt this is really good, please keep going.” Was this me speaking? My fantasies of many years were now a reality and I thought privately why had I waited so long?

‘Whack, smack, whap’ the spanking continued and I suddenly realized that I was getting very wet between my legs.

“Your arse is bright red now Melissa, it looks really great, I wish I could take a photo it looks so good,” Matt said.

Every smack was really stinging and causing me quite a bit of discomfort. Tears were forming in my eyes and I thought of using the code word after each blow, but as Matt paused between each spank I realized that I wanted more!

Suddenly the spanking stopped and Matt said, “Stand up Melissa!”

Not wanting it to finish just yet I replied, “Please keep going Matt, I want some more!”

“Stand up Melissa and do as you’re told,” Matt’s voice was suddenly very stern.

I struggled to my feet and stood in front of Matt looking at him through my tears.

“Melissa take off your skirt,” Matt ordered in a quiet but firm voice that wasn’t to be argued with. I realized in that split second that I didn’t want to disobey him and did as I was told.

“Now your petticoat, Melissa.”

Again I obeyed thinking that this would be as far as he wanted me to go, he was showing that he was in charge here and that he would brook no nonsense. I slipped my petticoat down over my legs and stood there, now almost naked from the waist down.

“Now Melissa, take off your blouse and your bra!”

I froze, stripping off hadn’t come into my mind and I felt a wave of panic come over me.

Matt’s next words were suddenly reassuring, “Melissa, you remember I said I want you to be proud of your spanking needs?” I nodded and he continued, “Well I want you to be proud of your body as well as your needs, I want you to be completely unashamed while you are with me, you’re a beautiful lady and I want to spank you completely undressed, do you understand?”

Again I nodded and felt safe once again. I unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it on the floor with my skirt and petticoat. Without a pause I reached back and unclipped my bra, my breasts fell free, I looked down and saw how hard my nipples were, all I had left on was my G-string.

“Beautiful, just beautiful Melissa, put your hands on your head,” Matt said as he rose and stood in front of me. As I complied with his instruction he took a nipple of each breast between his thumb and forefinger. Gently he squeezed and ordered, “Count slowly to 20 Melissa.”

God I was so turned on and did as he ordered. “1, 2, 3, 4” as I counted Matt squeezed my nipples tighter and tighter. By the time I got to 15 tears were forming in my eyes again and by the time I did “18, 19, 20” the tears were rolling down my cheeks. As soon as I said “20” Matt released my nipples and his hands went to my G-string, he bent and lowered my panties to the floor.

“Very good Melissa, are you ready to complete the spanking?” Matt said as he once again sat on the couch his eyes roaming my body.

I nodded at him through the tears and resumed my position over his knees, I knew he could now see all my arse and pussy but I didn’t care, I was on fire inside and wanted my bottom to be on fire too.

There was to be no gentle resumption of the spanking as the first smack landed with a stinging ‘whack’.

“Owwww,” I yelled as the hard smacks continued without let up. Once again I was wriggling around on Matt’s lap.

“Ouch, ohhhh, oh God, stop, pleeeeease stop,” I cried, not meaning what I was saying and of course Matt didn’t let up as I had not used the code word. The spanks were getting harder and Matt paused more between each hit. My poor arse was now on fire as each time Matt seemed to hit just that little bit harder. Oh how it was stinging and once again the tears were running down my cheeks. But still I wanted more, I was so excited now, the smell of a very turned on woman pervaded the room, after all these years I was in ecstasy escort maltepe from the agony!

The hard spanks continued “whack, whack, whack! Until finally the pain got too much and I sobbed out, “Mercy Matt, mercy please!

Matt stopped immediately as I knew he would, I collapsed across his knees feeling a great sense of release as an orgasm shuddered through my body. Very gently Matt eased both his strong arms under my now limp body and turned me over, holding me in his arms as he would a child. I turned my head into his shoulder, my tears falling on his shirt.

“It’s OK to cry Melissa,” Matt said kindly, “Just let go of all the stress and tension that you have been holding in for all these years, just let it out.”

I continued to sob and Matt gave me some tissues to wipe away the tears. He was holding me so my poor sore bum wasn’t touching anything. I was lying in his arms not feeling ashamed at all of my nudity or my tears. I actually felt proud that I had finally faced my fears and had the spanking that I had fantasized about for so long.

After the tears and the sobbing had subsided I looked Matt in the eyes and smiled at him.

Matt smiled back at me, “Your eyes are so clear Melissa, I think this spanking has been very good for you. I have some other clients that get stress relief from spanking too. When you feel up to it you can stand, I have something I want to show you.”

A few minutes later I stood up, my hands went to my arse which was still very warm. Matt led me a corner of the room where a full length mirror stood. His strong hands directed me to stand with my back to the mirror. From a drawer he took a hand mirror which he gave me, “Look at your bottom in the reflection Melissa.”

I did as I was told and gazed in awe at my rosey red arse which was still stinging. “God it’s so red Matt, is your hand sore?”

Matt laughed, “There’s no need to me concerned for me Melissa, if my hand gets too sore I have some implements that I can use, but I rarely use them in a first session, would you like to see them?”

I nodded and Matt led me to the passage down the centre of the house, his hand patting my warm arse as we walked. “I have three other rooms that I can use for punishment and other services Melissa, this one is the school room for naughty young ladies.”

Matt opened the door and I gazed at the blackboard, the student’s desk and an assortment of rulers, straps and canes lying on top of the teacher’s desk. “Perhaps you would like to relive some of your chalk dust fantasies sometime in the future Melissa?”

I was amazed at the detail of the room and before I could answer Matt guided me down the passage to the next door which he opened for me to view.

“This is the dungeon Melissa, this is the place for my slaves to get punished.” I didn’t know what to say as I looked at the cross with its straps against the wall, the rings hanging from chains attached to the ceiling, leg spreaders, a gynecologist’s examination chair with stirrups, a cage, many coils of rope hanging against the wall and a huge assortment of canes, whips, straps.

I was a bit dumbstruck and didn’t resist as Matt led me across the room to the chair with the stirrups. He placed a soft cushion on the seat and then lifted me onto the cushion saying as he did, “Don’t worry Melissa, no pain for you now, just pleasure, I think you need a bit more relief.”

Gently Matt placed my legs in the stirrups and knelt down in front of my wide open and very wet pussy, I was soooo turned on, the fire inside me matched the fire slowly fading on my arse. To my amazement I didn’t feel any embarrassment at all, all I knew was that I wanted Matt’s tongue up my cunt. To my relief he didn’t keep me waiting, using fingers from both hands he spread my lips wide and licked around the outside of my labia. I was on fire as the tip of Matt’s tongue tickled my clitoris, my back arched as the first orgasm flooded through my body.

“Fuck my cunt Matt, make me come again!” I cried as I pushed Matt’s head up against my groin. Matt was unable to answer and kept licking and licking me, I was in heaven as his obviously well practiced tongue once again brought me over the top.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed. as Matt raised his head, grinned at me and then went back to work. It wasn’t long before I came again and collapsed back into the chair. Matt raised his head and smiled at me again while his deft fingers continued to dance away up my love hole and caressing my clitoris. This lovely man sure knew how to treat a lady and it wasn’t long before my back arched as once again I orgasmed.

Matt rose to his feet and helped me to stand. I was still shaking and he held me close, supporting and hugging me closely as he stroked my hair.

“Enjoy your first visit to me?” he inquired with that lovely smile on his face.

“Amazing, absolutely amazing,” I replied, “I never thought spanking could be as good as that, I’m just sorry that I waited for so long.”

“Well, sometimes your first experience can go awfully wrong if you go to the incorrect person,” Matt said, “I hate to think how many people, both male and female, have had a bad first experience and never gone to someone else ever again. The time was obviously right for you to meet me and you did your homework correctly, you checked me out and you had a great experience, will you be back again?”