Part 1:

Between each round of floggings, just when the sting was becoming unbearable, Louise would pause to caress his ass, seeming to check her handiwork. Each time she rubbed her hand across his ass she gave some sound of approval and a few light spanks. This time she added, “I’m keeping your ass nice and warm. That must feel so good. I know it does to me.”

Beneath him, Betsy sat on her knees as instructed, long hair pulled back into a ponytail to show her full face, hands bound by rope, nipples firmly clamped, ass cheeks red from the recent spanking, and tongue extended, per Louise’s command, holding the tip of his penis with her cheeks also providing support, maintaining contact throughout. It was incumbent on him not to move- they’d both be punished if she slipped. Dale’s cock was now soft; the evidence that he’d been hard was still dripping from her chin, accumulating on her breasts. Betsy could still taste the saltiness. She found that she really liked her new friends.

Back above, each time Louise paused, whispering more and more what a slut he was, what a great ass fuck he was, he’d start to get hard again. Betsy could hear, too, and when his cock began to grow, she’d oblige by licking around the head a little bit. Yeah, she thought, I really like this apartment.

Part 2:

Two months earlier Betsy had moved in. Louise was the landlord, and she welcomed the 26 year-old grad student into her brownstone. There were very few rules- clean up after yourself in the kitchen, respect everyone else’s space, rent on time, etc.. Betsy and Dale would be sharing the top floor, Louise had the whole basement to herself. Their space was a reasonable size, Louise’s was huge. Louise had a main living area, a nice bedroom, and another room which Betsy had never seen. The only time she went downstairs was to drop off the rent.

Betsy had the more private of the two rooms, Dale’s had a glass-paneled door with window coverings. The thing about the curtains is that they were the sheer type that prevent seeing in from a distance but can be looked through close up. And so it was that Betsy discovered that Dale had some interesting sexual habits.

The first time she saw him jacking off she was coming to his room to borrow a book. She knocked, but with the music on he couldn’t hear. So she pushed her head close to the sheer curtains and peered through. The first thing she saw was his cock. He had just removed his towel and was beginning to sit back on the bed, his flaccid penis hanging between his legs. Betsy froze, not sure if she should turn away or observe more. When he started rubbing his cock, she felt a slight warmth overcome her, and she settled in to watch.

His strokes were slow and long, working himself to stiffness. With each stroke his penis expanded, growing into a cock before Betsy’s eyes. He had a long, thick dick, smooth with a bulbous head. The head appeared full and soft, a stark contrast to his now firm cock. As it now extended outward, pointing to the far side of the room, Dale slipped one hand down to his balls and began massaging them. With the other, he squeezed some sort of lubricant onto his dick and really began jacking off, increasing speed as he brought himself to the brink, then slowing down and moving both hands around the shaft.

Betsy became acutely aware of her breath, now a little heavier. She teased her nipple with one hand and found herself rubbing her crotch through her skirt. When Dale came, he came hard. Cum shot several inches in the air, landing on his stomach and thighs. She imagined what it might taste like- the sourness she’d experienced with her ex-boyfriend or the saltiness she’d heard about. His cum looked thick, milky, almost healthy. She thought it was probably creamy in texture and taste. He seemed to squeeze out the last few drops and then lay back to recover. Betsy retreated to her room and fingered herself until she came.

Then it became a regular thing. After working out, Dale would shower and then get himself off. Betsy would watch through the glass pane, sometimes going back to her room to finish herself off with the new dildo she’d bought, sometimes just going about her day. It might have been boring after awhile if Dale hadn’t got inventive.

At some point he turned to phone sex, and the sight of him manipulating his cock while he talked about ramming it into some girl’s mouth, fucking her tits, and then feeling his balls slap up against her ass when he took her from behind, gave Betsy her own fantasies. She began to imagine that it was her being used in that way, not necessarily (but sometimes) by Dale, but definitely her working her mouth around some guy’s cock while he told her what a filthy slut she’d become. She’d always been “nice,” so becoming a filthy slut, sucking cock, taking it from behind, feeding on a man’s cum and sometimes feeling it on her ass or tits when he shot is load. Each time she delved further into that part of her she gained a little courage. esenler escort

Several times later she peered through sheer curtains once again, watching Dale remove the towel and begin stroking his cock. She was a little disappointed when he didn’t reach for the phone- she thought she might hear a new fantasy that she could make her own. But he did something new. This time, he laid all the way back on the bed, feet planted and knees in the air. He grabbed for lube as usual but it was a different kind, something she didn’t recognize. He put some on his cock, but then lifted his legs in the air a little bit and began massaging the lube around his ass. He began working a finger in and out while occasionally pulling on his cock. After a couple of minutes- Betsy didn’t know what to think- he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a butt plug. Betsy had seen them before in a bachelorette trip to an adult toy store, and laughed as the clerk described it’s various uses, but never could imagine deriving pleasure from it.

As Dale began working the plug into his ass he continued to rub his cock. It stayed hard, glistening with the lube, and Betsy found herself still turned despite not quite getting the idea of the plug. When he finally got it into his ass she noticed a wire sticking out of the bottom. As he continued to jack off, Dale turned on the vibrator, slowing inching it up notch by notch. The sound, the way he grinded his ass against it using the bed as a stop, the uncontrollable look of pleasure on his face- more than she’d ever seen before from him. That look on his face, the cock in his hand, and now the sight of the plug vibrating in his ass was too much for her. She stood at the door, playing with her pussy, leaning against the wall for support. She did everything she could to stifle her heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure as she felt the wetness of her pussy and worked on her clit. When he turned the vibrator all the way up so that she could easily hear it, and it was clear that the intensity was making him quiver with pleasure, she managed to orgasm at the same time he shot his load.

Part 3:

So she tried that, too. T o satisfy her pussy, over a month’s time, she gone from pocket size dildo to 9 inch dong, thick with veins. She bought the black one and liked to imagine Harold, the guy from her gym, fucking her with every inch of his noticeably large cock. Now she’d gone shopping for butt plugs, figuring that she wanted the same look on her face that she’d seen on Dale’s. Once in the store, she grabbed another dildo for variety, and then made her way over to the plugs. The clerk went through the routine of explaining the advantages and disadvantages of the different ones, spending enough times with the salesgirl for her to eventually give her personal recommendation. A half hour later, she bought her toys and left, not noticing that Louise had entered the store when she was at the counter.

That night, sitting in the full dungeon attached to her room, Louise became distracted. Dale was over her lap, naked, and she’d worked on spanking his ass for a good ten minutes. He squirmed, and she felt his cock twitch on her leg, so she spanked him a little harder. He was used to this, it was the deal between them since they’d met five years ago at a bdsm event. At that point, the back room was used for storage and her bdsm toys were on display in her bedroom so, when she’d had a vacancy, it seemed like a logical thing to have someone from the scene move in.

She paused and had Dale rest on his knees before her. “Did you know that our little housemate likes cock? It’s strange, I never see her with a guy but earlier today I saw her buying this mammoth cock AND a butt plug. Who’d have known she was such a freak?”

She pulled on his cock, laughing, “We should show her yours.”

Dale spoke because it seemed they were slightly out of scene, “She’s already seen it. I know I saw her once, but I’m pretty sure she’s watched me jerk off several times.”

They left the conversation there, Louise returning Dale to her lap, slightly annoyed that he’d been jerking off without permission but amused that Betsy had been watching. As further punishment, she made him touch his cock but forbid him to cum.

Part 4:

Thursday night was when they had their weekly roommate dinner. Something Louise had started because she felt that, since they were living in the same space, it was important to get to know each other. And so they had, not quite becoming friends yet but sharing information and continuing to feel each other out. On this Thursday Louise suggested they have a little party on Saturday night. “We eat together, share the space, so we ought to party together every once in awhile.”

When Saturday night came, Betsy put on her new outfit, a sexy little skirt with a corset-like top that accentuated her emerging curves. Guests came and left, it was a florya escort nice turnout, and then the three of them were left to continue drinking. Louise said she was going to change and stepped downstairs. While she was gone, feeling a little loose, Betsy and Dale became a little more honest with each other.

Betsy started, “You know, you can see through those sheer curtains sometimes.” She laughed and they both just looked at each other for a moment. She turned a little red with embarrassment when the silence lasted too long.

“So do you stop and watch or do you turn away?” Dale chuckled as if he didn’t really mean for the question to be answered.

At this point Louise returned looking very much unlike herself. The normally well-maintained, down to the last detail woman was wearing just a tank top and baggy pants. A song came on, and she started to dance. Dale instinctively joined her and Betsy found that she couldn’t just watch the two of them.

They danced, all three together, Dale in front of Betsy and Louise in back, making her the center of attention. She liked the feeling, didn’t even mind when Dale pressed closed to her and she felt the soft bulge and then the hardening of his cock. Louise pressed up behind her and she didn’t mind the feeling of her breasts in her back, either. She found herself really letting go, enjoying the feel of being between the two of them, Dale really grinding to the music so that she finally felt the cock she’d seen so often. When she leaned back into Louise a little more she was momentarily confused, thinking that she’d drunk too much because she felt the bulge of a cock up against her ass. She moved, startled, but Louise gently, but firmly pulled her back, whispering in her ear “It’s not your imagination, that’s my cock you feel.”

Betsy just let it happen, deciding not to question it, just enjoying the feel of the two cocks rubbing up against her. She’d often imagined what’d feel like to be surrounded by cocks, rubbing all over her body, coming on her in waves. She stopped thinking and allowed herself to just enjoy the sensation.

When the song ended Dale led her to the couch. They both sat down and looked at Louise. She stood there- no bra, just a light tank top shirt, white cotton fabric made see-through as her nipples got hard. The little nubs protruding , darkness of her nipples showing through the shirt. Beyond that, they could tell that she was turned on, she started rubbing her cock through the fabric of her pants as if she couldn’t resist- that aching feeling as your cock begins to really grow. Her rubbing and stroking made it more prominent. So this was the image before him. This sexy female- very feminine with her long red hair, perky tits, and womanly curves, the nice heart-shaped ass- with the contrast of this cock attached. This feminine creature stroking and rubbing it in a very typically masculine way. So hot that Dale felt his cock grow simultaneously and it seemed that with every stroke she was pulling at his own cock. He could feel it, each little tug and pull, the unbearable feeling of horniness, of getting so turned on that you just had to start touching yourself before you could even think about taking your clothes off.

As he reached down for his own cock she ordered him to stop. “Don’t touch it, this is the only cock in the room right now.” Betsy was too engrossed in watching Louise play with her cock to be startled by the commanding tone.

Betsy watched her run her hands along the shaft, caressing its length and then rubbing the outline of the head with her thumb and forefinger. “So, do you think she wants to fuck this, Dale?”

“I think she wants to suck it first. Yeah, that’s what I’d like to see. That’s what would make my cock nice and hard.”

“Come touch it.” Louise came closer as Betsy slid forward on the couch. Louise stood before her, and Betsy began to touch the outline of the cock through her pants, tentatively at first, until her reaction… she moaned a little and pushed her cock forward into her hand. Her hands now free, Louise began playing with her nipples, telling her how she liked her touch. “I like it when you play with my cock, when you stroke it and get it nice and hard for your mouth and ass.”

Dale watched, dick hard but unable to touch it, as Betsy touched the cock with one hand, and alternately pulled at her nipples and rubbed her crotch with the other. Louise backed off abruptly, “Not yet. I need you both downstairs.” It was clear who was in charge, who was going to direct the action.

As they walked downstairs, Louise kept rubbing her cock, as if to keep it hard. She’d unzipped her pants and pulled it, and the sight of the thickly-veined dildo similar to her own added to Betsy’s wetness. They walked through her bedroom, and Dale led them through the door to the room Betsy had never seen before. The full dungeon didn’t surprise her at this point, she was glad it was there, kayaşehir escort glad that she was going to be taken to a new place once again.

“You both have about ten seconds to get naked and on your knees.” They both quickly followed the order.

Louise looked them both over, running her hands freely over their bodies until she reached Betsy’s pussy. She dipped a finger in- “Well look at that, someone’s a little excited. Do you have any idea how excited you are? Here, let me show you.” And with that she stuck her finger in Betsy’s mouth, making sure to touch her tongue so that she could get the full taste of it. “I can tell you have nice juices. Did you like the taste of that?”

Betsy was still, quiet, until the sharp slap of Louise’s hand on her ass encouraged her to respond. “Yes, it was very… sweet.”

Louise laughed, “a nasty girl like you doesn’t taste sweet. A little slut like you who likes cock so much that you watch your roommate and then go out and buy the biggest cocks doesn’t taste sweet.” She laughed again, “No, let’s see,” dipping her fingers in again and then making Dale lick them clean, “how would you say she tastes?”

“Juicy.”

“Juicy, I like that, you may have saved yourself from a sever beating for putting on a show for Betsy without my permission.”

“The first order of business is to get Dale in the right place,” Louise began, as she motioned him to raise his arms. He did so, and she fastened his wrists into the leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling. He stood there, arms stretched up and forward, as Louise attached nipple clamps, giving them a slight tug when she was done to make sure they were secure. She turned to Betsy, “Don’t worry, we have some for you.”

With that she turned her attention to Betsy. “We’re going to start with something I know you can handle because I saw you buying it.” Before she finished the sentence Betsy felt the familiar sensation of the cool lube slathered around her ass, then finger probing that was an instant of slight discomfort followed by the sensation of feeling her ass close around it. “You must have been at it today, you’re nice and loose. We won’t waste time.” With that, she pulled her finger out and slowly inserted a butt plug. “This should stay nicely, be good and I might turn on the vibrator.”

Betsy sat, trying to get comfortable with the largest plug she’d ever had in her ass. It helped when Louise attached the clips to her nipples, the aroused sensation now split between her ass, nipples, and pussy. She was growing into the sensations, finding her place when Louise walked in front of her. Dale was facing them both, still suspended, and Louise turned her back to Betsy and bent over. She grabbed her head and pushed it firmly up against her ass cheeks. Without instruction, Betsy instinctively began kissing her ass, using her lips and nose to nuzzle between her ass cheeks until her tongue found the asshole. She worked her tongue around the rim, lightly brushing across the expanse of the opening until Louise pushed her face further in. “Don’t be too delicate, I want to feel your tongue fucking my ass.”

Betsy moved her tongue in and out of Louise’s hole, the pleasure obvious from her squirming, pushing Betsy’s head in further when she’d found just the right place, the loan moans, and the “oh, fuck, yeah, just flicker your tongue like that for a second.”

Louise pulled away abruptly and walked around behind Dale. “So you like to watch Dale play with his cock, do you? You like to watch him stick his plug in his ass?”

“I know that you want this dick,” I could tell by the way your were playing with it upstairs. But you’re going to have to watch me fuck his ass with it first.” With that she bent him over a little more at the waste, arms still held up by the chains and leather cuffs, and slid into his ass. Louise began moving with slow strokes, getting her footing, finding just the right spot. Dale did everything he could to accommodate her, moving his ass and torso to find the right angle.

As she picked up speed, she eyed Betsy and said “This has got to be much better than watching him do it to himself, am I right? Do you see the way I’m fucking this ass? You’re next.”

She fucked him harder and harder, he started to push back just as hard and she really slammed into his ass, pulling back to get strokes the full length of the cock. She held onto his hip with her left hand, using it to guide him back with each powerful stroke. With the other hand, she started spanking his ass cheeks.

“I see how hard you are, you little slut. You better not come. I’m going to keep fucking this ass, you little ass slut, but you better not cum.”

She slowed down and then pulled out. She walked forward and pulled the chains up so that he was standing straight up. She pulled on his cock. “So you didn’t quite cum but you have a little something here to show for it.” She dabbed the tip of his cock with her finger and placed it on Betsy’s tongue. “Salty or sour? Don’t answer.”

“You’re both such cock sluts. It’s unbelievable.”

“Move forward,” she ordered Betsy. Betsy edged forward a bit and then stopped. “Keep going, I want your face to be at his cock. It’s time you got a close up view.” Betsy inched forward until Dale’s still erect cock was an inch from her face.

Chapter 25: The Carnevale Ball

All is prepared. The guests have finished their banquet and file into the ballroom to wait in excited anticipation for their host’s appearance. We follow them to take up our allotted positions, still dressed in the silk cloaks and peacock, phoenix, and swan masks. I’m excited. I’ve heard much about the palazzo’s ballroom, and now I’m finally getting the chance to see it.

It’s like walking into a dream. There’s so much happening it’s hard to take it in. The overwhelming impact is one of opulence. The ballroom is vast, accommodating hundreds of guests with ease. I’m surprised at how light and airy the room is. I was expecting baroque grandeur, but the panelled walls are in pastel shades of blue and green, decorated with delicate filigree patterns of foliage in gold. Along the length of the ceiling are candelabra of Murano crystal with candles set in them, making it rain sparks of rainbow light on the revellers. It’s an architectural delight, and beautiful because it has a sense of restraint. This glorious light filled space is a delight. I stand there open-mouthed looking around.

Then there’s the art work, all by renowned artists and tasteful. Well, it’s extremely explicit but executed in a tasteful manner! There are huge canvases on the wall between each set of window frames. The overall theme is classical, specifically classical love stories; more specifically love stories involving perverted sex. The ballroom is bursting with rosy buttocks, bouncing breasts and rampant penises.

I recognise the stories they depict. Zeus features prominently, but then he was a horny god. There’s Zeus as a cuckoo proposing to Hera, seducing Europa in the form of a bull, fucking Leda in the shape of a swan, and abducting Ganymede as an eagle. There’s a definite bestiality and shape-shifting theme going on. There’s one shockingly explicit painting of a god peeing. It takes a while for me to work it out until I realise the painting depicts Zeus seducing Danae as a shower of gold though in this depiction the golden shower is painted literally. I hope to examine them more closely in daylight, but for now I scan the room transfixed as I appreciate the rich colours of the oils as they glow in the candlelight.

To my surprise I get a gentle nudge from Becky; she glances across at me and mouths, “Wow!”

The ballroom alone is enough to take the breath away, but the revellers packing it out add yet more colour and magnificence. Venetians dress up for Carnevale and, given the room is full of people from La Contessa’s inner circle and many of the city’s wealthiest inhabitants, it’s hardly surprising to see an array of outrageous ball gowns, tunics and masks. My flamboyant peacock mask looks restrained compared to others. There are silk, damask, and velvet dresses with extravagant collars and lace ruffs. The jewellery on display is breath taking in its opulence. The guests glitter with silver, gold, pearls, and precious stones, an abundance of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds being on show. There are embroidered masks of white, black, silver, and gold decorated with exotic displays of feathers. There are panniers so wide the women can barely fit through the door. Mademoiselle is wearing such a gown made of emerald silk decorated with orange flowers with a massive golden bow. The ballroom is filled with a rainbow of colours, blinding in their dazzling brilliance.

The atmosphere is raucous and licentious. They’re drunk on wines and brandies, and ready for a party. They want entertainment and, this being the decadent republic of La Serenissima, and these being amongst of its most liberated citizens, they want debauchery. Their eyes turn to the centrepiece of the ballroom, a large platform in its centre set out as a dungeon, with a rack, metal chair, suspension frame, St Andrews cross, swings, and ropes. The steps leading up to this stage are where Becky, Julia and I wait, expectant, like lambs for the slaughter.

The guests cheer as the gilded doors of the ballroom swing open. Leading the way is a procession of belly dancers in silver masks with glass candelabras mounted on their heads. La Contessa follows them, riding across the dance floor on a pure white horse, the guests parting for her to form a passage to the centre of the ballroom. The horse’s bridle and stirrups are made of solid gold, diamond jewellery hangs on its brow, and on its head is a headdress of ostrich feathers. La Contessa pulls the horse to a halt at the point where we stand, and surveys the throng of revellers in their gorgeous costumes and spectacular masks.

Her mask is magnificent. It’s golden, decorated with pearls and golden feathers; arms of golden material stretch out from it like the rays of the sun. Her cheeks and lips, visible below the mask, are dusted with gold. In her hand she wields a sceptre topped with a silver moon. She is the sun and the moon. She is a celestial being descended from the heavens to appear amongst the revellers.

Whilst La Contessa sits on her mount towering over the crowd, another figure mounts the platform. He’s bayrampaşa escort dressed in a multi-coloured harlequin costume with a preposterously huge, false phallus, which masks the bulge in his crotch, and matching harlequin mask. From his bulk, I realise it must be Alessandro Fernasse.

“If I can have your attention,” he shouts, and the crowd silences to an expectant hush. “It is an honour to be a guest of La Contessa in her magnificent palazzo. It is an apt finale to Carnevale to have it hosted in the most stunning ballroom in the Republic. It is apt because I have a most important announcement to make this evening, and it is fitting you should be the first to hear it. The Council of Ten met yesterday and took the momentous, but necessary, decision to depose the current Doge of Venice. In his place the Council has taken the unusual step of appointing a female Doge. I bid you welcome the new Doge of Venice, La Contessa di Nemesia!”

There’s a momentary silence as the guests absorb this shocking information, and then a roar of approval and raucous applause to welcome their new Doge.

So that’s her game. She’s after power, and she’s manipulated the Council of Ten into giving her the ultimate prize, the ceremonial head of the city. The conversation I overheard makes sense now. They are in her control. Whatever offer she made, perhaps to write off their interest payments, was impossible to reject given their straightened circumstances. The repercussions are enormous. A woman as the leader of the city… it’s unprecedented. Never in all the centuries of the Republic has such a thing been countenanced. But she’s brilliant and formidable. Trust La Contessa to pull this off!

The crowd quietens to a murmur when La Contessa, still sat in the saddle of the white horse, begins her speech.

“Thank you my friends. I am a daughter of La Serenissima. I love the city of my birth. I love its liberated people, I love its extravagant pleasures… and I love its decadent licentiousness. I represent all that is great about this Republic. Under my rule your political… and sexual freedoms shall be upheld. I shall free you from the last vestiges of oppression by church and state. These are my first acts: I shall put an end to the censorship of political views, published works, the arts and theatre; I declare brothels, bawdy houses, and prostitutes to be working legally, and not subject to harassment from either state or church. Lastly, I declare sodomy to be legal and, forthwith, sexual acts between members of the same sex shall be tolerated by the state.”

The guests shout and cheer. She’s awesome. I find myself applauding wildly, caught up in the enthusiasm of the moment. I notice Lucretia and Viola amongst the crowds gathered around La Contessa and her horse. It was hard to spot them at first because, at this occasion, their flamboyant dresses and masks merely blend in with the other revellers. But at the announcement of the legalisation of sodomy, they jump up and down waving lace handkerchiefs to catch La Contessa’s attention, signalling their approval for her declaration.

“Welcome to the Carnevale ball, my friends. You are Venice at its glittering best. The wine is flowing, the music will start playing. The whole palazzo is at your disposal. You must feel free to do whatever you desire. My dungeon is here for anyone who cares, or dares, to use it and my slave and slave girl are available to any of my guests. Enjoy the ball!”

Spontaneously, the whole crowd raise their glasses and toast La Contessa di Nemesia, the new Doge of the Republic of Venice.

I offer my hand to help La Contessa down from her horse. Her dress stands out, not because of its extravagance, but because it’s so distinct. She’s decided not to compete with the other women in their magnificent and elaborately decorated ball gowns. She wears a jerkin and skirt in white kid-skin leather with subtle swirls of golden thread sewn into it to match her sun mask. The jerkin is sleeveless and strapless, and she wears golden shoulder clasps and a torque in a Celtic design. The top is cut low and the curves of her breasts, a fake mole on each one, squeeze out above the leather. It’s simple, but strikingly different and sensual, making her standout from her guests. She needs help to get out of the stirrups, as the dress clings tightly to her hips, so I step over to help her. I gently support her waist, the kid-skin jerkin being the softest leather I’ve ever touched, so she can slide off her horse.

“Mistress, may I congratulate you on your elevation to high office so ingeniously achieved, and ruthlessly executed.”

“Thank you, my slave. Yes, you may. How do you like my ballroom?”

“It’s spectacular, mistress, and the works of art are astonishing.” I point to a painting of Andromeda chained between rocks with the sea crashing at her feet. Her rosy arse glows as the sea creature Cetus bears down on the ancient Greek princess, ready to penetrate her with its monstrous phallus, “Is it a Titian?”

“Why yes, well spotted fulya escort slave,” replies La Contessa.

“Well, you can’t beat a Titian arse, mistress.”

She laughs. “No, indeed, you cannot.”

She gathers us around her.

“Julia, you can stay with me. Though you will be needed, I don’t intend to have you used by all and sundry. But my slave and slave girl, you must make yourself available to any of my guests for any debauched activity they demand. I know you understand this.”

“Yes, mistress,” we reply in tandem.

“So, you can remove your cloaks but it is the etiquette of the Carnevale ball for masks to be worn at all times. Prepare yourselves. The fun is about to begin.”

Becky and I unknot the ties around our necks and let the silk cloaks slide off our backs. Underneath the cloak I wear a collar and outfit consisting of no more than criss-cross leather straps in azure leather matching my mask, whilst Becky still wears the silver chastity belt and breast plates. La Contessa attaches leads to rings in our collars and has us crawling behind her, up the steps onto the podium which acts as the ballroom’s dungeon area. Julia, still cloaked, helps Mademoiselle, in her huge pannier, up the steps. A dark shadow of a figure follows. From his build and the set of his jaw, I recognise him as Il Padrone from the warehouse dungeon where the Syrian merchant was taken. He’s dressed in a mask and cloak made of black raven feathers.

“Oh, the whole spectacle has made me so horny,” gasps Mademoiselle. “I can’t wait any longer, I have to come. Get under my dress, ma cherie, and lick my cunt.”

Mademoiselle lifts up a panel of silk at the front of her dress to reveal the arrangement of willow hoops forming the structure of the pannier, and invites Becky to crawl inside. The girl disappears and gets to work on the desperate French woman. Mademoiselle leans against the side of the rack gasping as the girl works her tongue into her cleft.

“Oh, that’s so good. You are so good at pleasing me. Make me come ma cherie, make me come!”

Whilst Mademoiselle is being brought to a climax, La Contessa, and Il Padrino lead me to the suspension frame. My wrists are tied and pulled up, my legs spread-eagled and bound to the frame.

“Excellent,” exclaims La Contessa, “I see every sensitive part of your anatomy is exposed for my guests. Hopefully in a few minutes they will join us up here. I will go and encourage people to make use of the equipment I’ve kindly provided. Let me see, who can start proceedings. Ah, Julia. You love your mistress, yes? So, you will do whatever pleases her?”

“Yes, mistress,” she concurs.

Handing Julia a flogger made in red leather to match her costume, La Contessa continues, “Besides, I know how much you enjoyed punishing him on the gondola. So, let me observe how you do it, let me see you whip your lover.”

“Yes madam, anything you ask of me.”

Julia grasps the handle firmly in her hand. She faces me, her hazel eyes behind the red and orange feathers of the phoenix mask staring into mine. She runs the strands of the flogger across my shoulders and neck. The leather is tantalisingly soft. She takes one of my nipples between her scarlet-gloved fingers. The silk is sleek and smooth, but the twist of my nipple bites. I squirm against my restraints. Julia runs the flogger along my chest until its leather tongues brush my pubes.

“Madam wants me to punish you. Do you recall when I spanked and whipped you on the gondola when we first met? Well, I’m going to punish you again, and this time you’re tied up for me so there’s no escape.”

Her words are calm and seductively threatening. My heart is racing. La Contessa has been giving her lessons or maybe Julia has learnt from observing her. Yes, I remember the corporal punishment she administered when we first met. Then she was hesitant, but looking into her eyes now, there’s a glint of sadistic pleasure in them which reminds me of La Contessa.

My cock is starting to swell. Julia takes it into her hands and runs the flogger across it. She releases my cock, now fully erect, and steps back. She raises the flogger over her shoulder and slashes it across the hard flesh. She lashes the leather thongs against my cock again and again. It retains its hardness but throbs with the pain, but it’s an exquisite pain.

“What do you say?” asks Julia.

“Thank you,” I gasp.

She arches an eyebrow through the eye-hole in the mask in a familiar gesture.

“Thank you… mistress,” I add.

She smiles, “That’s better.”

La Contessa gazes on approvingly. I wonder if she’s been training Julia for this. Perhaps she’s introducing a sadistic little twist to the understanding between her, her maid, and her slave, for her own pleasure. I settle into my bondage and wait for more… yearn for more.

The tension between Julia and I is momentarily broken by the screams of Mademoiselle’s delight as she reaches her climax. She grips onto the side of the rack as her whole body, yenibosna escort hidden in the preposterously large gown, spasms with her orgasm. Her work done, Becky emerges from the willow frame supporting the billows of material, Mademoiselle’s cunt juices dripping from her lips.

“Thank you ma cherie. God I needed that,” she pants.

As soon as Becky is on her feet, La Contessa offers her a flogger, this one white. She steps forward to take up a position alongside Julia, and in front of me. The two women turn to face each other. The phoenix and swan masks face up to one another; Julia’s the fiery red of passion and Becky’s the cool, dispassionate white of submission. Julia reaches out to touch the girl’s cheek. Immediately they are locked into an embrace, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. La Contessa demanded all jealousies be put aside, and here’s the evidence they have. They kiss with the ardour of lovers.

La Contessa is amused, “Very good, perhaps the three of you should engage in a little menage a trois… with your mistress’s full approval, naturally. But you should be focusing on the slave’s pain rather than your own pleasure.”

Hearing La Contessa’s words their lips part.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Of course, madam,” echoes Julia.

Julia is behind me and sets to work flogging my backside, whilst Becky stands before me slashing the red tongues across my cock and balls. The two women work in tandem, one strike following the other. They are hard strokes. I noticed this on the gondola, for a woman with a delicate build Julia can wield a whip with force.

By now the guests are starting to fill the platform, either to watch the spectacle or join in. Il Padrino has a woman tied onto the rack, her arms outstretched, legs apart and gown rolled up to expose her cunt. He runs his fingers along her crack making her squirm and squeal. A naked man, save for his white mask with a leering grin, is being paraded around the stage by a lady in a vivid purple gown and mask, wielding a whip. A lady dressed as a mediaeval maiden in a tall, conical hat is tied to the St Andrews Cross as a group of men dressed in golden crusader costumes emblazoned with gold Maltese crosses and gold masks line up to penetrate her. La Contessa watches proceedings approvingly, conducting the action and supplying her guests with the tools for sexual pleasure and torment from her vast array of equipment.

There’s a group clustered around the frame where I’m strung up. It’s obvious they are keen to join in so, being good hosts, Becky and Julia hand their floggers to the guests. One is taken up by a stunning, black-haired woman wearing a striking scarlet gown in a devil mask with black horns. She takes the lead in punishing me, slashing me with powerful strokes, revelling in the opportunity to administer severe punishment on a willing subject. My back and buttocks must be covered in welt marks by now. Whilst the devil woman whips my arse another reveller dressed in an azure gown, her lips dusted with ground lapis lazuli, is on her knees before me, threading my cock into her mouth. She devours me with gusto, leaving blue flecks of dust sticking to the saliva and pre-cum on my cock by the time she’s finished.

Other guests want to use the suspension frame I’m hanging from, so La Contessa unties me to free the equipment for them.

“I think you’re ready for a change of scenery,” she explains, strapping me onto a whipping bench with leather straps.

Whilst being secured I glance to one side to see a naked lady tied onto the rack with ropes, and Il Padrino orchestrating her torment. She has a massive dildo inserted into her cunt whilst at the other end her head is enveloped in a vast indigo ball gown as, underneath it, she’s licks out the cunt of one of the revellers. Whilst she’s doing this Il Padrino is drizzling hot wax over her breasts.

I’m on my front, my knees bent, arse in the air, and head locked in a wooden yoke so I can’t see what’s going on behind me. In front of me is another guest in a golden mask with red flames around it, her ball gown and undergarments discarded, wearing only a strap-on secured around her waist with a leather belt.

“Take this for me,” she exclaims, threading the false cock into my mouth.

The strap-on is broad; I open my mouth wide to receive the smooth wooden object. She pushes it deep into my throat and, taking my face between her hands, rocks her hips back and forth pushing it inside me. It’s only then I see the ingenuity of the design of this strap-on. It’s carved in such a way that a protruding piece of polished wood fills her cunt so with each thrust into my mouth, she’s penetrated as well. The harder and deeper she pushes into me the greater the pleasure she gives herself.

“Take it deeper for me,” she gasps, penetrating my mouth with hard thrusts.

Before she comes, she slides the object out of my mouth. But there’s no respite for me. She steps around to the rear of the bench. She runs her hands over my backside, covered with red marks from my earlier whipping, then probes my anus with the fearsome strap-on. She pushes it inside me. It stretches me but soon pushes past the tight ring of my anus deep into the passage. It’s a strange sensation being filled, yet oddly comforting. She gets to work on me. Her thrusts are deep and powerful and, as the pressure on her own sex mounts, she groans and whoops with pleasure.

Raymond slid his hand over Ming’s smooth skin and felt her tremble beneath his touch. She was so beautiful, her body straining against the white ropes, her eyes slightly glazed with the haze of several orgasms. He leaned in and licked her hard nipple just to hear her moan. She pushed her body toward him.

“Please, more!” she begged breathily.

“So hungry,” he smiled, “And to think a few weeks ago you weren’t sure about pleasure and sex.”

She gave him a glowing smile, “You have made me sure, but now you torture me with the pleasure.”

He walked behind her and pushed her long hair off her neck and nipped at the skin there, knowing how sensitive she was there, making her dance in the suspension. “Perhaps I should be questioning you under the torture. What would you like to tell me to make me stop?” he teased.

Ming twisted in the bonds playfully, “I will never tell! You will just have to torture me.”

Raymond circled around her again with a wicked and determined look on his face, “I guess that is what I will have to do then.”

In the shadows of the dungeon, Carlton turned and left; the pain in his chest almost too much to stand. Raymond and Ming had the relationship that he had wanted for himself and Rabbit. What did Raymond do that was so different than him? Why hadn’t Rabbit blossomed to him like that? And worst of all, how could he stand not having her? Hadn’t he cared for her like that? Hadn’t he been gentle and loving?

She was all he thought of during the day and night. He had made elaborate plans to rescue her, calling the major over and over until he was told to just accept the fact that she was gone. He took one last look back over his shoulder at Raymond and Ming, their playful banter and deep affection. If only he could have another chance.

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The mood at Alexis’ house was one of fear. Most of the staff had been fired. Buyers had been brought in for all of the girls except for Bebe, Primrose and Dora. Leah had discovered that Bebe was not really being trained for sale, but was actually being boarded by her Master. Primrose was spoken for, but was still learning the skill sets required by her Master-to-be before final purchase. Leah realized that left herself and Dora as the only sellable slaves left, or in other words, Alexis total net worth.

When the bank called to inform Alexis that the check for her mortgage payment was returned for insufficient funds, Leah realized that things were coming to a head. When she saw the maid usher the men into the office, Leah felt her skin crawl. There was something about them, that despite their hand tailored suits and Italian shoes, screamed that they had crawled up from the gutter.

She tried to calmly work on the file she was assigned to while Alexis greeted them. Be still, she thought, be very still and they won’t see you. They opened a briefcase filled with currency and Alexis smiled. Leah felt a shiver of coldness go through her. She had not heard of slaves being sold for cash before. Usually the money was moved by wire transfer.

She was distracted by the instant message screen from Raymond appearing on her computer.

“Is Ms Alexis available?”

“She is currently with buyers, a Mr. Peter Monroe,” she typed back.

“Who is he buying?” the reply came back quickly.

“I don’t know.” Leah responded, “Why?”

At the other end Raymond tried not to panic. Monroe was a notorious dirt bag. Girls that he got often never reappeared. Alexis must be more desperate than he had thought. If Monroe got his hands on Leah, he might never be able to find her again. What could he do?

“I think he is here for Dora. Alexis enslaved her for embezzlement.” the words appeared on his screen allowing him to breathe again.

Leah tried not to watch as Dora took one look at Monroe and lost all control. She threw herself at Alexis feet and begged with her to keep her and not to sell her to him. Her terror was so strong that Leah could taste it. This man must be a true monster if Dora was this afraid of him.

Monroe’s helpers restrained Dora and deposited her at his feet. He toyed with her with his foot watching her try to curl back in fear to his amusement.

“She will be delightful, Alexis. Thank you for thinking of me. Of course, you didn’t tell me that she is part of a matched pair.” he eyed Doreen.

Doreen held her head up proudly, “I am not a slave, Sir. I am a trainer.”

“How much if I throw her in also?” Alexis asked with interest.

Doreen gasped and looked at Alexis in shock, “I have worked for you all these years with loyalty and you would dare to think to –“

One of Monroe’s goons wrestled Doreen to the ground, binding and gagging her with an ease that frightened Leah to her core. Alexis looked up and caught Leah’s eyes and the looks she gave her made her want to scream in fear.

“Raymond! Get me out of here! She just had the trainer enslaved and sold to this guy. Help me!” Leah managed to type.

“I will have you out by tomorrow night, I promise.”

Leah beykent escort cut the connection and cleared the history and was quietly working on the file when Alexis walked over. She did not stop working as Alexis put the cash into a safe and then leaned over Leah’s shoulder to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t think I won’t sell you to the lions when I need to. I have someone planned for you that will make me look like a walk in the park, Princess.”

By evening, Leah’s nerves were shot. Alexis had driven her hard the whole day, even taking her hard as she could with a strap-on. As she served dinner, a crash in the kitchen caused Leah to jerk her hand as she was pouring wine and splashed Alexis.

Alexis backhanded her hard enough to knock Leah into the wall. Without a trainer to do her bidding, Alexis dragged Leah to the training room herself, grabbing a cane and started beating Leah until her initial anger had passed. Realizing now that selling Doreen was a mistake, Alexis had Bebe and Primrose get out the punishment box.

When Leah saw it, she began to plead and beg for forgiveness. She tried everything she had learned over the time she had been there, but the lid closed over her and locked leaving her in the confining, terrifying darkness.

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Disguised as a thug, Raymond sauntered into Alexis house unannounced with Vincent and several of his buddies. He was pulling in every favor he was owed and some he wasn’t to pull this off. He wished he had a camera for the expression on Alexis’ face when she saw Vincent.

Raymond knew that the money she had gotten the day before for the sale of Dora and Doreen had gone to pay the bank and other overdue bills. She would not have the money to cover this, and that is what he was counting on.

“So, Alexis. Mr. Perez hasn’t heard from you in some time,” Vincent remarked in his off-handed manner, “He’s concerned and sent me to see how things were.”

Alexis’ face looked brittle, “Vincent, what a — surprise. I have been sending Mr. Perez regular correspondence, I assure you.”

Vincent picked up a vase that had somehow survived Alexis’ recent temper tantrums and studied it, “Funny that, because he hasn’t received them. You should really use certified mail for the important deliveries.”

“I don’t – that is – am not prepared at this moment to make an extra payment. If you could give me an extra day or two, I am sure we could get this settled to both our benefits.”

Raymond could see sweat on her forehead.

“That’s no problem. We’ll just take some stuff now and save you the problem. Boys, go see what you can find while I keep the lady company.”

Raymond frantically searched the rooms for signs of Leah. He felt a wave of disgust when he entered the training rooms. There was something evil about this place. In a barred cell, a naked woman crouched fearfully, whimpering as he entered the room. Another one, with the deliberate appearance of a child gave him a sultry look.

“Where’s Leah?” He demanded.

The sultry one pointed to a box he had almost over looked, “Stupid bitch screamed half the night.”

He approached it in horror, knowing her fear of being locked in dark places. How could that woman do this to her? He tore at the latches and threw back the lid. Curled up on her side shivering, Leah blinked up at him in desperation and disbelief.

He pulled her out and held her in his arms, rocking her, “I’ve got you. Don’t worry. You’re going to be okay. I still need to get you out of here. Can you walk?”

Leah nodded and struggled to her feet, swaying unsteadily. “Can we take Primrose?” she whispered faintly, her throat raw.

“The scared woman?” Raymond asked. At Leah’s nod, he went and unlocked the cage. “Come on. You need to trust me.”

Primrose didn’t look like she trusted him at all, but darted out of the cage and over to Leah, helping to hold her up.

“What about me?” Bebe pouted, posing her body lewdly, “Don’t you want me?” She laughed as Raymond locked the cage, leaving her behind and helped the two women out of the room.

Raymond brought them back to the office and gave a knowing laugh as he gave them a slight shove through the door. “Look what I found downstairs, Boss.”

Vincent took a look at the two women and gave an evil smile to Alexis, “Looks like that should just about take care of what you owe Mr. Perez.”

Alexis’ eyes bulged, “You can have the naked one, but you can’t take the other. There is another one downstairs. Take her instead.”

Vincent slapped Alexis, “I don’t think you are in any position to give orders here. We are going to take what we want, unless you would rather pay your debt to Mr. Perez, yourself. Say, by the hour.”

Raymond felt a streak of wickedness rising in him, “Hey, Boss. This one can’t go out like this. It’s too cold outside. Maybe Miss Alexis here wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Vincent grinned, “Now that’s a good idea. Take off your clothes, Alexis, or I’ll gaziosmanpaşa escort have the boys help you.”

With as much dignity as she could muster, Alexis stood and removed her clothing. Raymond handed the clothes to Primrose and told her to dress. It wasn’t enough. His anger at her was too great.

“I think we ought to lock her up downstairs, so she won’t be any problem,” he suggested in a very cold tone.

Vincent perked up as he noticed the fear that flickered over Alexis’ face, “What did you have in mind?”

Raymond walked over to Alexis and caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes, “Seems she has this box that she is fond of using.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed back in fury.

Raymond let a slow, evil grin spread over his face. This would be justice.

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Carlton swirled the bourbon in the glass despondently as his other fingers played with the length of chain and rabbit charm. He had lost her. Alexis has sold off all her slaves and he had not been able to find where Leah had gone. The pain in his heart ate at him with hopelessness and despair.

The light of the study flickered on and Carlton turned red-rimmed eyes to see Raymond and Ming standing in the doorway looking a bit shocked. He must look like hell. He drank more bourbon.

“How was your vacation?” he inquired, not really caring.

Ming moved to the coffee pot and started making coffee. Raymond looked at Carlton, unshaved, rumpled and in despair. Part of him wanted to tell his employer that Leah was safe, but it was not time yet.

“Quite nice, Sir. Saw some old friends. Ming and I spent quite a bit of time in London. Shall I collect the papers on your desk?”

Carlton shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, Raymond. I have lost the only thing that ever really mattered. What does it matter if I acquire another company?”

Raymond started to collect the papers, “Lost things often reappear in time, Sir. You will want to be ready when that happens. Why don’t you go upstairs and get some rest.”

Numbly, Carlton downed the rest of his drink and staggered from the study clutching the collar.

Raymond gave a sigh. He wanted to make things easier for his employer, but the man could still not see Leah as anything more than a possession. He looked over at Ming and thought of her tenderness in the last two weeks with Leah and Primrose as they helped them readjust to the outside world, at the inner beauty Ming had about her and her gentleness. Each day he was more and more amazed that she wanted to stay with him. His hand strayed to the small box in his pocket. Tonight he would take her out and he would ask her.

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Leah snuggled into the softness of the bed and felt the warmth of Primrose snuggled up next to her. She still couldn’t believe that the nightmare was over. It had been almost six months now since Raymond had taken her out of the box, and each morning she still woke with her heart in her throat until she remembered she was free.

Careful not to disturb Primrose, Leah slid out of the bed and slipped on the thick robe and warm slippers. She remembered the shopping trip with Ming when she had picked them out. Most of Alexis’ money was now theirs and she could have whatever she wanted. Leah had turned down the luxurious silk robes as they reminded her too much of Carlton, and opted instead for the comfort of fleece.

Reveling in the comforting ritual of making coffee, Leah pondered her feelings for Carlton. How many sessions had she had with her therapist already about this? What part of her “love” for him was out of his manipulation of events? What had he really done to make her love him? She could so clearly remember that first night on the plane and her fear, her shame and his forced control of her. That was not gestures of love. That was control.

She took her coffee to the small sunroom and sat among her plants, letting herself calm and prepare for the day. Going back to work had been a hard decision, but Raymond had helped her to find a job with a very understanding boss so she could have the time off she needed for the hours of therapy she had.

Primrose still had a long way to go. Leah thought of her like a sister and made sure that when Raymond got them new identity papers, that they had the same last name. Leah wanted to be sure that no one and nothing ever hurt Primrose again. She just wished that there were some way for her to find the other women and rescue them.

Several hours later, Leah was in the downtown legal offices of Cromby, Cromby and Willers. Learning the British legal system had been a challenge, but she had enjoyed it.

“Ms. Anderson, could you bring me the Tenyon Corporation file, please.” her boss intercommed her.

Slipping her shoes back on, Leah retrieved the file and headed into the office. She had planned to walk in, drop the file and walk out as usual, but she was startled by a sudden movement of ortaköy escort a man jumping up.

“Leah! It’s you!”

Leah jumped back toward the door and then took another step back as she realized that the man was Carlton.

“Excuse me,” she dropped her eyes and reached for the door, completely shaken.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, “Stop!” he commanded, “I must talk with you! You have no idea how long I have been looking for you!”

Leah wiggled out of his grasp and fled out the door. She stopped back at her desk only long enough to grab her bag and coat. Thoughts raced through her head and she could not deny the arousal of her body to his touch and presence. Utterly confused, she ran home.

It was not long before there was pounding on her door and his voice outside, pleading with her to come down and talk to him. Primrose curled up against Leah, her eyes wide with fright.

“Is he going to take you back?” she whispered, as if he could hear.

Leah felt an odd sense of clarity settle over her. “No. Don’t worry about it. You stay up here, honey. I’ll go take care of him.”

She walked down the stairs to the front door and opened it, looking at him with a boldness that unsettled Carlton. “What can I do for you, Carlton?”

“Come in. I’ll put on some coffee. I think my sister made scones this morning.” Leah led him into the cozy town home, not bothering to explain her reference to her sister at his startled expression.

She put him in the sitting room while she prepared a tray, returning in a bit to find him standing by the fireplace studying the recent photos the decorated the mantel. In a strange parody of the last time she saw him, she poured the coffee in silence and served it, but this time took a seat opposite him.

It felt odd to sit across from him. Her instinct was to be at his feet, to feel his fingers in her hair. She felt the longing and pushed it down, not sure what of that feeling was real emotion and what was created. She waited in silence for him to speak, far more comfortable with not talking than he was.

Carlton starred at the darkness of the coffee, unsure where to start. He wasn’t sure he knew the poised woman across from him. Clearing his throat he blurted out, “Alexis told me she had sold you.”

“She lied to you.” Leah had the strong urge not to help him in his uneasiness. She wanted to see him uncomfortable for a change.

“She still owns you?” he frowned.

“No, I am free. As it should be.” Her voice was cold.

Carlton toyed with the spoon, “I have been miserable since you were gone…”

“Excuse me,” Leah interrupted, anger spiking in her voice, “You make it sound like I took a trip, packed a bag or changed jobs. You sold me. You threw me out like yesterday’s garbage to the most vile woman I have ever known. Don’t talk to me about being miserable.”

There was a long stretch of silence and outside it began to rain. “I deserved that.” Carlton finally spoke. “You are right. What I did was reprehensible. You have every right to hate me.”

Leah took a sip of her coffee, studying the man that had been her master and asked the question that had been burning in her mind, “Why? Why did you do it?

Putting his cup down, Carlton walked to the window and looked out at the wet street, “Fear mostly. I was in love with you – I still am – and it terrified me. I had a slave before you. My first slave. My father gave her to me. She was everything I had always desired in a woman and I gave my heart to her. I gave her more and more freedom and..”

He hesitated, “I came back one day to find her gone. I thought something horrible had happened. I tracked her down and found her with another man. My business rival. She had been giving him business secrets to destroy me.

“I was afraid to love you, to give you that power over me. I was drunk. I was stupid. I did it to prove I was still in control. I didn’t even remember the next morning that I had done it.”

He moved over to her and knelt by her chair, touching her face tenderly, “Can you forgive me, Rabbit?”

The touch sent shivers through her and Leah fought with herself for control, “I don’t know, to be perfectly honest. You have a hell of a lot more apologizing to do before I am going to seriously consider it.”

“What do you mean?” He looked up at her confused.

“You bought me! Don’t you see anything wrong with that? People like you tore me out of my life, humiliated me, hurt me, degraded me – all so you could live out your fantasies. Did it ever occur to you that I might not like being tied up? That I might not want to be locked in your room and forced to be your sex partner? That I might have enjoyed the life I had? Do you realize that I can’t go back to that life? Do you realize that I have been declared dead? That everything I owned has been given away or sold? People like you destroyed my life!”

“But I made sure you had pleasure, you came, you were having feelings for me,” Carlton protested.

“You gave me no choice.” she hissed at him. “Yes, there is a part of me that has feelings for you, but right now, I don’t know what of it is real or not. Don’t expect me to throw myself in your arms. You were gentle with me, but you were no different than Alexis when you got down to brass tacks. If you want really want me, it will have to be a very different relationship.”

She looked at the clock, though it was hardly necessary, she knew it had been precisely 25 minutes since he had let her know that he was on his way home. Being punctual was something that had always been a point of pride with her.

As usual, she had spent the day doing her keeping the house arranged, something she took a great deal of pleasure doing. Today, like every day, the floors were spotless, the rugs were swept, the dishes were clean waiting for him to put away (he insisted that he should do something), and his clothes were clean, folded and put away (she rarely wore any and preferred it that way). For her, keeping the house gave her a feeling of pride and purpose and he always praised her work and showed his appreciation. He did this so often and in so many ways that it embarrassed her. Though he said it shouldn’t as she deserved it.

She made one more pass around the house ensuring everything was in its place, checked that dinner was going as planned, and then took her own place, kneeling, beside the door on the soft mat placed there just for this purpose. She waited there, patiently, excitedly, anxious for his entrance, anxious in mind and body. She breathed slowly and deliberately, counting her breaths, feeling her heart pounding. She did this every day and yet it never stopped being this exhilarating. The anticipation of his return, of her opportunity to serve him again, filled her with joy and fulfilled her deepest need. Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of his key in the door. She took one more deep breath and straightened her back, settling her hands in her lap and gazing at the floor.

As he entered, she could feel, if not see, his smile. He closed the door and bent down kissing her on the top of the head tenderly.

“I’ve missed you, Little One.”

She smiled so broadly that it made it difficult to respond.

“Thank you, Sir. I’ve missed you too.”

She raised her eyes without raising her head to see if his excitement was showing… hoping to see it. She loved serving him orally. In fact, her mouth fairly watered at the thought of it and it wasn’t the only part of her that got wetter at the idea.

“Not right now, Little One. You’ll have that opportunity soon.”

She blushed as he, again, seemed to read her mind. He held his hand down and helped her stand, holding her tightly against him.

“I have news for you, Little One, but you’ll have to wait until after dinner.”

She frowned. He smiled. He knew she both hated waiting and that anticipation excited her greatly. They walked together to the kitchen with their arms around each other’s waists. Well, his hand was a bit lower, just where she liked it.

Once in the kitchen, he emptied the dishwasher as she put on an apron and started cooking dinner. She had prepared all the ingredients earlier so it was simple and quick to do. Once he finished, he went into the next room to put on some music. Once she finished, she prepared his plate, fetched the cuffs, and waited for him there in the kitchen.

On his return, he fastened the cuffs on her wrists, gently kissing them first, and ankles, kissing hadımköy escort her intimate area as he knelt down. He carried his glass and she carried his plate to the table, placing it at his place and kneeling beside his chair, holding up her wrists. He sat down and attached the cuffs to the wring under the table, tracing his fingers down her arm and kissing the top of her head again. He cut his food and told her about his day and asked about her as he alternated taking a bite and feeding her. Her heart sang in her ears as it always did at these times. She felt so possessed, so kept, so protected, so loved.

“And when are you seeing the doctor, Little One?”

“Shit!” Panic set in, she had forgotten to make the appointment.

He sighed, setting down his silverware, pausing a few moments, taking a sip of his drink, sighing again, then speaking… calmly… too calmly.

“Little One, while I am disappointed that you clearly forgot to make your appointment, mostly because it’s important that you take care of your health, I am much more disappointed that you cursed. Something will have to be done about this right now.”

He stood and went to the kitchen, returning with the bottle of dish soap. He opened his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Her breath caught. It still surprised her that he seemed to always be excited. He told her, over and over, that she excited him, especially naked. It was just hard for her to believe. He dripped 3 drops on the head of his cock and looked down at her.

“Open your mouth, Little One.”

She could smell the scent of the soap over his scent. This was excruciating. Something she loved, something she longed for, mixed with something she knew would be awful. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his thick, hard cock, holding her breath and hoping she could avoid tasting the soap if she was careful. He was having none of that. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed it into his crotch until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and she gagged on his cock. The acrid taste of the soap flooded her mouth and she gagged again. She pulled back. Well, she tried to but he only let her move her head back far enough to cough on his cock. She breathed in deeply through her nose and smelled the clashing scents again. When the coughing stopped and her breathing calmed slightly he began to thrust into her mouth, spreading the soap throughout her mouth and causing it to slip down her throat. She began to panic again when he stopped and pulled out.

“Breathe deeply through your nose, Little One.”

He waited while she did.

“Are you with me, Little One?”

She nodded, tried not to swallow too much soap, and opened her mouth again. Cursing was a habit she loathed and desperately wanted to stop. They had agreed that she was never to curse and that there would be no second chances or leniency. She would suffer this as gracefully as she could. He ran his hand through her hair one time and pushed her onto his cock again. She coughed several more times and desperately wanted to spit out the soap but she finally haramidere escort was able to start sucking his cock the way he liked. He let her get a couple of dozen strokes in before pulling out again. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as he unbuckled the wrist cuffs and sent her to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth and brush her teeth while he cleaned himself up.

When she came out, he was waiting at his place at the table. She began to kneel beside him when he pulled her into his lap. She curled up happily as he wrapped his arms around her and fed her several bites and swallows of drink to clear her throat of the soapy taste.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I will never curse again.”

“Thank you, Little One. I feel certain a lesson has been learned.”

He helped her clear the table and led her to the living room where she knelt on the floor in front of him.

“Do you want to hear your news before or after your maintenance spanking, Little One?”

She thought a moment and decided she was enjoying the anticipation still.

“After, Sir, if it pleases you.”

“So bit it. Choose the cards, Little One.”

She turned to the coffee table and opened the wooden recipe box that sat there. She blindly selected one card from each of the three sections: Position, Number, and Implement, and handed them to him. He looked at each in turn with no reaction on his face or even in his eyes. He then laid them face up on the table as she watched: Standing, 30, Hairbrush. She winced at the last one. She would be sleeping on her stomach tonight and sitting as little as possible tomorrow.

“Are you ready, Little One?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stood and offered his hand, helping her up. He patted her ass as she headed into the bedroom for the hairbrush, well, a hairbrush. There were several to choose from. She picked a wooden one with a square flat back and soft bristles. She returned, handed him the brush, and he led her to the doorway. She stood in the middle of it as he partially closed the French doors, flipping over the straps hidden by the hinges then opened them again fully. He clipped the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs to the straps and whispered in her ear.

“Why are you being spanked, Little One?”

“Because you want to spank me and I want to be spanked, Sir.”

She did not need to be reminded of the ritual. She would count out loud and thank him after every ten. And, though it wasn’t always a concern but might be this time, the brush always did excite her, she would not orgasm. He rubbed the flat part of the brush over her skin slowly and gently. She could hear his breathing as it become quicker and louder. She loved being spanked but she loved it more that he loved spanking her.

* SMACK! * The brush came down and she jumped and squeaked. It was a bit harder than she had expected but she was happy he wasn’t teasing her this time.

“One, Sir.”

* SMACK! * * SMACK! * * SMACK! * He rained blows down on her and she counted, trying not to squirm.

“Ten, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir.”

Around atakent escort thirteen, she felt it start, the tension “down there”. She frowned, now she’d have to concentrate on that rather than the pain. It made it harder to keep count too.

“Twenty, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir.”

He stopped and she hoped he wouldn’t… Ooooohhhhhh but he did. His fingers stroked slowly up her inner thigh and ever so lightly brushed between her legs. Her breath became ragged and her mind flew away. He did it again… and again… and again. Just when her knees started to give: * SMACK! * What number was it? What number? WHAT NUMBER? She guessed trying hard not to make it a question.

“Twenty-six, Sir.”

He chuckled.

“Lucky guess, Little One. Deep breaths.”

She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as he continued.

“Thirty, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir.”

He kissed her cheek then her neck and her arm as he reached up to release the cuff. Exhausted, her arm dropped to her side. He finished releasing the cuffs and lifted her off her unsteady legs, carrying her to the couch. As her mind came back to her and her breathing slowed, he rubbed the thick lotion on her red skin. She enjoyed this as much as the spanking and he seemed to as well. When he was done, he gathered her in his arms and held her against his chest, and, as always, hummed her favorite song.

When he finished the song, he helped her down to the floor. She knelt carefully, keeping up off her heels and looked at his hands, the hands that brought her so much pleasure. She saw his nails were starting to get long and his cuticles were just a mess. It wasn’t her place to mention such things but she always felt badly when he wasn’t as well-groomed as possible. She bowed her head slightly. That was all it took.

“What is it, Little One?”

“It’s nothing, Sir.”

“Something is troubling you, Little One, and that troubles me. Please tell me.”

“Well, Sir, it’s just that it’s been a while since you’ve allowed me to do your nails.”

He looked down at his hands, thanked her, and asked her, the silly man asked her, if she would please give him a manicure. She waited, hoping he’d ask for…

“And a pedicure, please, Little One.”

“It will be my pleasure, Sir.”

She nearly skipped into the next room to prepare her station. She was careful but efficient and returned as soon as she could. She placed her tray across his lap and lifted his hands into the bowl of warm soapy water before slipping down to remove his shoes and socks, roll up his pant legs, and place his feet into the basin on the floor. She knelt at the coffee table and unrolled her tools. Her learning this skill was something he had suggested and she hadn’t see the appeal right away. But the first time she did it, holding his hand, paying such careful attention to each finger, then being down at his feet doing the same for his toes… it was a submissive’s dream. She clipped the nails, filed them, and soaked them again then did the same to his feet. She then used a fresh orange stick to shape the cuticles, and buffed the nails of his hands before moving to his feet and repeating the process. She cleaned up and resumed her spot kneeling on the floor before him.

“So, Little One. Are you ready to hear your news? Don’t worry, the news will only increase your anticipation.”

She had forgotten all about it.

“If it pleases you, Sir.”

To be continued…

Krystal is a lovely woman. I met her when I was temping at some company or other. Very beautiful eyes and a smile that wasn’t quite perfect, which made it all the more beautiful. We began with casual conversation, and after a while, as often is the case, the topic of sex came up. I found out that she wasn’t that experienced with other people, and in fact, the one person that she had before really shouldn’t count, due to circumstances that will not be mentioned. As we sat talking, I noticed that she behaved slightly different towards me…not something completely obvious, but… well, she laughed… I know she laughs around many people, but for some reason, I made her laugh quite a bit, without trying quite so hard.

One day, she caught me doing something, that I hate being caught doing… I was staring at her breasts through her shirt… and I knew I was caught, but I did something she didn’t quite expect…. I continued looking… and she realized that she was only slightly uncomfortable with me looking at her breasts… her nipples started stiffening under her shirt, and they were thick, and very appetizing… after what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, she started to cover them with her arms. Before she could get her arms alibeyköy escort into place, I said one word…the word that changed our relationship forever…. I simply uttered the word “stop”…her arms stopped where they were, then slowly moved out the way… she even seemed to lean back a little to push her breasts a little towards me, like she was proud to share them with me, for the remainder of the evening, she wouldn’t dare cover her breasts, and I felt that the spell had begun to be woven…that she was slowly becoming mine, and she would have no regrets in doing so.

So, as we approached Krystal’s house, I told her that I would like to come in for a few minutes. In addition, there was a slight smile on her face. I don’t know if I talked her into it, or if she had already wanted it, but we both knew that I would have my way with her…and she was all right with that. I think the first shock of the evening occurred when I walked in the door, and closed it behind me. I looked into her eyes, reached down to my zipper, and pulled out my cock. The second shock was the fact that she wasn’t embarrassed…she wasn’t shy. She seemed to expect it, as well as expecting my next word; “kneel” as sefaköy escort she did, I stepped forward, and placed the head of my cock on her lips, and she looked up at me, almost pleading with her eyes, and with a nod from me, she opened her mouth, and passionately kissed the head of my cock, as she seemed that this was the moment she waited years for.

She wasn’t an expert at sucking cock (yet), but she was very enthusiastic… after a moment or two, she looked up at me… and took one of her hands to wipe the spit off her face… I took her hand from her face, and placed it on the shaft of my cock, as I whispered, “you looked sexier with the spit on your face… now… can you unbutton your blouse and take off your bra with one hand. She looked disappointed and said “no”… I told her that tomorrow, before work, and after work, she would practice, until she gets it right…for now, take off the shirt and the bra, and continue where you were, sucking this black cock. She did what she was told, I finally got to see those lovely pert little breasts that were so enjoyable to look at during dinner… her nipples stood at full attention, and I knew that they were mine for the enjoyment.

For halkalı escort now, when you suck cock, use your hand to cup the balls, and stroke the cock, as you kiss, and suck, and lick the head, and the shaft… and make it as wet as possible… it makes guys think you are a good cock sucking slut. She winced at those words, and started to pull back; when I looked into her eyes… she softened for a moment, a slight bow of the head, then did as she was told. After a while, my thick cock was so wet, you could have sworn I was fucking her pussy and not her hand…, which is exactly how it should be. I told her she did well… then I slowly removed her from my cock, and leaned her back slightly… then, after a few strokes of my cock, I shot hot cum on her chin, and down the center of her chest, with stray drops over her nipples…Rub it in for me… I want to see you rub my cum into your nipples. And she did… she involuntarily pinched her nipples as she did… but she was learning, so I didn’t stop her… Lick your fingers clean… and she did and moaned as she did. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. You did well, Krystal… I will train you to be the perfect slut. I must get to bed, since we work tomorrow… and when I leave, you may make yourself cum for being good for the first night. Then I kissed her cheek, and let myself out. I didn’t hear the door lock behind me, and I don’t know how long she stayed like that, but the next morning, when I walked by, she blushed ever so slightly, but didn’t let on that anything happened… and that is the way I want it to be… my little secret.

my task… to write a story that involves the outdoors, being bound and controlled…

W/we are walking along a path; idle conversation distracts me, unaware that You have led me far into the wooded area. in fact, i notice, so far in that i feel a bit uneasy because there is no one about…

i wish to form a question, but You cut me off…

“Do as you are told. Be silent.”

all pretense of respectfulness is suddenly gone and my gaze falls upon You.

“Do not refuse Me anything or you will be punished.”

panicked, startled, i wish to flee…

You seize me by the hair. i try to struggle, but You are stronger and i am pulled over to a post and leashed to it by the collar.

“No one knows you are here.”

You reach into Your pocket, dangling the key before my face and smiling.

“your helplessness is obvious, though your eyes should be downcast, no?”

Your hand reaches for my breast. in my awkward position, i must admit my defeat is certainly apparent.

The nipple is already responding to Your touch and You squeeze gently.

my breath catches, i can say nothing for my body will betray me soon enough…

“you may moan and squirm all you like, just do not speak. you will have no secrets tonight when I am done with you….”

You touch me…everywhere. bid me to kneel up against the post, legs opened wide, my hands behind me, eyes closed. You run Your hands about me, exploring, teasing, probing… i can feel the wetness already, and i can not stop You from knowing it is there either….

i do not know how long the minutes ran together, beykent escort all i am aware of is Your touch….the nips to my breast, the feel of Your breath on my neck, the fluid that grazes my inner thighs making me sticky and filled with longing…

i can feel the right nipple being pinched and i flinch slightly. the sharp intake of breath gives away my discomfort.

You tell me to lean forward and let the breasts hang freely. You remind me to be still, be quiet or else more punishment will follow…

You lift the left breast; i feel the sting of the slap when it comes. another delivered to the right. this is my test, my suffering in silence. I have but two choices: to beg for mercy or try to withstand…

the slaps come again, pinches to the top, the side…i cannot gauge from which angle they will be dealt…it does not matter anyway.

You are testing my limits, trying to make me squirm, flinch, try to escape…as if i could…futile wishfulness

You will make me flinch, make me want to disobey, offer more punishments for behaving badly…i do not know which would be the lesser of the two evils…my nipples harden at the blows; i’m ashamed at the wetness between my legs…

“Do as you are told”…the words are ringing in my head.

“i will” is what i want to say, but words are forbidden. silence is golden… it does not matter what i say, all i crave is Your touch to stop the aching deep inside…

a touch of finger to my lips and I open them…heart pounding

I feel the dildo slide into my mouth and I suck gaziosmanpaşa escort it greedily. I know You are watching, I must do it right…

I can feel Your fingers probing between my legs, can feel You stroking so gently through the flood, alternating with sliding a finger inside…then two… i spread my legs wide, arching my back which grazes the post, i do not care…the feel of Your hand electrifies me…

but then…nothing. the toy removed, the fingers gone…i am so close…denial.

i can do nothing but whimper softly, my body craving the release which was just within reach a moment ago…

a kiss to my cheek, a whisper in my ear…

“Not yet…”

a stifled moan is all I can muster, can feel the blood pulsing in my veins…

“To your knees…now.”

i scramble quickly to do as You bid…and wait.

can feel Your hands tracing my spine, sending little spasms to my wettest part. my mind pleads with You to touch, explore, to take what is Yours…

my thighs part a little further…I can feel myself pushing my backside into the air, can feel the slight breeze against my heated pussy…

i feel the suede tails of the flogger on my back now…trailing a path up and down, it is maddening. no matter though, because i love it…and when You discover that i do, it will be gone as well…

( personal note: i sit here with computer on my lap, a smile on my face, can feel the dampness between my legs as i write, and it is now that i realize why i was to write this story…and write it i shall…)

the ortaköy escort suede falls on my lower back, once, then a pause and again…again…again…my mind races to prepare which part i shall be struck, as if i could somehow stop it… i will arch my back for You, i will take what You give me…

the ground is rough beneath my knees, the suede against my back, the whimpers from my mouth… this is what You want, isn’t it? my mind silently asks the question….i dare not speak it aloud.

the flogger is discarded as i had cursed myself before… it will not bring the relief i am wanting so desperately…

can feel Your hands upon me once more, caressing my skin, my buttocks, finding the nether lips wet and waiting…

will the ache ever cease? will the throbbing ever stop? i am afraid to know what may lay ahead…

i press my head to the ground, giving You a very compromising view of my backside. i am pleading silently in my misery…can You hear me?

there is a rustling sound of clothing being removed. i am nearly weeping in anticipation…

You come around the front of me and i take You into my hungry mouth…licking, sucking, tasting Your flesh drives me wild…

a treat, this moment is, given as a reward perhaps? i will savor the moments as they are offered… all i can do is please You…then maybe I shall be released..

when You cum in my mouth, i will swallow every drop of the offering and be grateful…but not sated…not yet…

the dildo slides easily inside me now, hard thrusts that make me moan aloud as i strive to reach the pinnacle before it will be removed…every nerve screaming for the orgasm… please…don’t stop…am so close…

when the wave hits me, i must stifle it…biting my lip to keep from crying out…can feel the tears on my cheeks streaming, but it does not matter…

i will lay my head on my hands and weep quietly.

until the next time…

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Ari’s phone started to wake her out of her just fucked slumber. She was groggy and knew that eventually she had to make it home for the night. Her new relationship was not at the point where she felt she could spend the night there.

“What the fuck is going on” raced through her head. She fell asleep with James right next to her. The room was a mess. Who was this person on top of her hard dick in hand inserting it into her dry but sore pussy? Where was James? She tried to scream but as she opened her mouth he shoved a bandana in her mouth to shut her up. She thought she heard the masked man say ‘no talking’. Her arms and legs were tied down to the bed and all traces of James were missing. Her once calm state was not in a stage of panic.

As he kept poking his dick at her pussy, she couldn’t help but think it did feel good, but couldn’t help thinking where James is. He wasn’t into this. This was wrong. She tried fighting him off with all her might, hadımköy escort but she was somehow all tied up now. This masked person had taken all the precautions to ensure that he could take her and she could not fight him back.

The masked figure was getting more and more impatient with her uncooperative pussy so he just slammed it in her. Ari let out a small shriek, but that did not stop him. She still was trying to fight him off, but he did not pay any attention to this. He just went in and out deeper and harder while he thrust into her. There was not a chance that he was giving up. Slowly he could feel that once dry pussy was slowly becoming wet. He needed her walls to adjust to his penis and it was not happening fast enough for him Back and forth harder and harder he rammed into her. Ari’s shrieks quickly turned into moans. She was still confused as to what was happening but couldn’t help thinking how good this felt. haramidere escort The harder he fucked her, the deeper she wanted him to go inside of her. She stopped fighting him and allowed him to pleasure her. Since she was tied down nowhere to go or anything to move her moans got louder and louder, but they too were muffled by the bandana in her mouth.

Ali went from fighting, to laying there, now to matching his tempo. She moved with is thrust not against it. There was no use fighting and no use just lying there. She was enjoying this as much as he was.

In and out. In and out. The estranged person’s penis went thrusting as hard as he could into her. He could feel himself nearing an orgasm, so he slowed his tempo to a teasing motion to regain control.

Using all his strength, the masked man turned Ari around and thrusted inside of the helpless girl.

She couldn’t bare it any longer. She knew atakent escort this masked man was going to take her to the edge and back. Ari was on the brink of an orgasm. No man had taken her there before. Her body curled while she erupted around his cock that was still thrusting inside of her. It was like a volcano erupting, no stopping it but the feeling was satisfying.

The masked man was still not done with her. Flipping her around tangling her arms and legs, he took her from behind. He did not wait for her to adjust to him this time, he just went all in. He could hear her moaning louder this time, the bandana must have got loose and fell out. That did not stop him. Her loud screams only intensified his desire to please her more.

He knew she needed more. His body craved it and so did hers. Their bodies collapsed and convulsed in what seemed to be a never ending surge of contentment. He then again turned her over and made her suck him dry and lick up any mess that he would have left over. After smacking her ass, he turned her over, undid the handcuffs, took the bandana out of her mouth, and removed his mask to revile who he was. James then bent down and kissed his beloved Ari. She was too exhausted to speak so she just laid there. Eventually, the two lovers both feel back to sleep exhausted and satisfied.

Author’s Note: This series is divided into two aspects: the story of Aeriel, a female sex slave/submissive, and the story of Arial, a male dominant and misogynist. The portions of Aeriel’s story are told in flashbacks, some of which happen in chronological order, but mostly they’ll be disjointed. As such, her story is going to be amended with narrative timestamps to help readers follow the course of events. Arial’s story all happens in chronological order, and can be considered to be ‘present day’ activity. Also please keep in mind that though each chapter of this story will be in a category based on the content of that instance, the series overall is best described as Sci-fi/Fantasy, and the reasons for that will become evident as the plot progresses.

Chapter One: Looking Back

Aeriel stepped out of the shower. It was meager, but one of the few accommodations that she was actually able to join. The water was hot – sometimes too hot – but it was clean, and came from two nozzles, one above her head and another at waist level. A mostly clear curtain surrounded her while she cleaned herself, suspended from a bronze rail that connected to the concrete ceiling above. The tub itself was pristine white, probably genuine porcelain, and long enough for her to lie back in when she cared to take a hot, soaking bath.

The shelf between the two shower nozzles was stocked every morning with three small bottles – shampoo, conditioner, and body wash – and a fresh razor that she never ceased to be thankful for. She knew that it was there primarily for her to keep her intimate parts bare, but it also helped her retain some sense of femininity, her legs always smooth to the touch, even if no one that cared was going to see them.

Recounting the numbers of times she had seen the sun set and rise again as she gazed at the cathedral window on one wall near the vaulted ceiling, Aeriel determined that it was 1985, the 22nd of May, and probably about ten o’clock in the morning. Lacking an actual calendar or diary to keep track of time, she’d become astoundingly talented at retaining facts in memory. Every so often she could confirm her dates with a holiday or (very rarely) by catching a glimpse of a newspaper when an attendant came to her chambers for something. And of course, there was her birthday each year. She didn’t understand why she was allowed to celebrate it, but she always was.

As near as she had been able to ascertain, she was somewhere in Persia, which people were now calling Iran. She couldn’t be sure of it, since she didn’t know the dialect, but even if she had not determined the country precisely, she knew she was not far from the Caspian sea, and it got so hot in the summers that eastern Persia seemed very likely. In any case it was getting warmer now, as it always did this time of year, and she softly stepped along the path made by the expensive carpets, not thinking she needed a towel to dry off in the arid atmosphere.

Aeriel’s world, as she accepted it to be, existed in this one room. She had a bed, four tall posts with a canopy that stretched between them and a mattress that some people – lacking the experiences Aeriel had lived through – could call orgasmically luxurious, and also a chifferobe stocked only with multicolored silken negligee. Occasionally some other article would appear there, for her to wear on a special occasion, but it would always be gone just as mysteriously the following day.

Her shower, if it could be called hers, was in one corner accompanied by a toilet and freestanding sink, with a tall mirror positioned behind it. In the corner opposite was a door: the door that she had only been through once, and since had not left. The rest of the large room was vacant, save for the extravagant carpets that created a path between the room’s amenities, but like her wardrobe this changed at the whim of its owner.

Soft linens were met by softer flesh as Aeriel settled herself on the edge of the bed and ran her fingertips along her leg from ankle to knee, assuring herself that she had missed nothing. It was impossible for her not to feel the reassuring comfort of the cushion beneath her however, and she slumped back onto the bedding with a contented sigh. In these moments she told herself that it wasn’t all as bad as it could sometimes seem. She may not have the freedom of other women around the world, but she did have some luxuries that were perhaps worth trading it for. This thought faded quickly, as the sliding, metallic sound of her door being unlocked and unbarred jeered her into the now.

The heavy metal portal swung open on well-oiled hinges, barely making a sound once it started. Aeriel was immediately sitting upright in bed, her body uncovered and her curly brown locks tumbling over her shoulders but doing nearly nothing to obscure her alabaster skin, still pale from the winter months. Her mind told her to get off the mattress, but her body resisted. She simply stared with a blank expression at the door, something at the back of her consciousness screaming out a hope that it was simply alibeyköy escort time for her linens and robes to be collected for cleaning.

Two men entered, wearing garb that she had come to recognize as militia attire, though she still didn’t know if it was private or government. They stood on each side of the entrance, and her heart began to sink. Slowly, tauntingly, another form sauntered into the room. The form belonged to a man with dark skin, darker eyes, and peppered hair that he wore short, complimented by a neatly trimmed goatee. Aeriel was already chastising herself for being slow to action, and knew now that it didn’t matter what she did; punishment was imminent. The desires and demands of this man were irrefutable – the man that called himself her husband.

He glanced to the guards and gave a brief nod. They moved out of the chamber again, and the door was closed and sealed until such time as he called for it to be opened. Aeriel remained on her cushion, debating with herself which course of action would lead to a swifter resolution to her ‘disobedience.’ Her decision wouldn’t come soon enough.

Striding toward her with the confidence only afforded to a dictator – or a slave owner – her husband began to nonchalantly unbutton his shirt. His clothing was not unlike that of his guards, but he bore neither rank nor insignia. He slipped it from his shoulders and let it fall to the ground casually, the deeply tanned skin of his muscular chest catching Aeriel’s eye despite her better judgment.

“You are yet defiant?” he demanded in a gruff voice, just barely accented.

Aeriel had heard this tone, these words before, yet her reflex remained silence. She struggled against her instincts as she gazed at him, and forced sound from her vocal chords. “I… didn’t mean to…” She couldn’t manage any more without looking away, and of the two she preferred to be scolded for her disobedience rather than her disrespect.

“You did not mean to insult me with your disregard for my commands!?” His voice was sort of a mock anger. It was as if he knew he was supposed to be upset, and so was playing into the expected archetype.

This was not going how Aeriel had anticipated. His language had always been consistent with what he wanted. When he said he was disobeyed, he would bring her to her knees and make her pleasure him. When he said he felt insulted, he would sodomize her. He was mixing his phrases now; this was not his normal routine. Aeriel began to panic. She no longer knew what was going to happen.

Glancing pointlessly toward the door, Aeriel felt her head spin. Her mind was a blur of nonsense as she found her thoughts shuffling between escape and attack. In truth she had no chance of accomplishing either, and given that she had made the colossal mistake of breaking her husband’s gaze, she would be paying dearly for even having such whims, much less for attempting them.

“You will look at me while I address you!” he howled, swinging his hand out at her without hesitation. The open palm collided with her cheek, and her already failing body went limp and fell to the bed. She didn’t move, stricken with fear and disorientation. All she could feel was the sting on her face. All she could hear was her husband calling out, “Come!” The door was opening somewhere behind her, and she strained to shut her eyes, but couldn’t.

Aeriel felt herself turned over onto her back. The voice of her husband came again, “Bind her.” She could see now as the two men that protected her husband produced thick ropes and slipped them around her wrists and her ankles. Her limbs were drawn wide, and the other ends of the bonds were attached to the bedposts. The enveloping blankets that lay across the bed were violently torn away, discarded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Aeriel lay there, naked, exposed, vulnerable.

She felt the leering eyes of the two men roving over her shape, and was disgusted. They could have only been there for a moment, but to her it was an eternity of humiliation. Her breath came shallow, and she felt as if she would cry had this reality not become routine. Her breasts quivered as her lungs struggled to take in the warm air, and despite the temperature her body became chill, giving her a shiver of goose-bumps and forcing her nipples to become firm. With her legs splayed now, she became ever more aware of her shaven vagina, and how it seemed to tingle when exposed. She could feel somehow that her lips were just slightly parted, giving a tantalizing peek at the pink flesh of her aroused sex.

“Leave us.” Aeriel was genuinely thankful of the command given by her husband. She expected to feel ashamed and unworthy in front of him, to be punished for doing nothing wrong, but she couldn’t abide the attention she received from his men. Her breathing slowed and became less labored as she heard their footfalls disappear through the door, and the unmistakable sound of it thumping shut.

Tears starting to finally form as her husband began to sefaköy escort pace a circle around her bed, Aeriel squeaked, “Please…” with sincere pleading. She didn’t need to specify what she was requesting. It wouldn’t be granted.

“Silence.” His voice was calm and level. “You will speak when I command it, and you will address me as Master.” Aeriel shut her eyes and a boiling tear fell shot her cheek and into her still damp hair. “Do you understand me?”

She nodded a little, opening her eyes to see the world as little more than a blur of color and shape. “Yes… Master.” Each time she addressed him in that way it felt like the first. She couldn’t imagine herself ever growing accustomed to this.

“You disrespect me when refusing to meet my gaze. Do you find my face to be offensive?”

She shook her head, mostly in an attempt to dislodge the water in her eyes, but was unsuccessful. “No!” She was quick to amend, “No, Master.”

“But you also disobey me. I command you to be prepared to satisfy my desires, and yet you luxuriate in the pleasantries I buy for you.” He brought his hand up to rest on one post of the bed, choosing to look at it rather than at her. “Perhaps I should take these away, and leave you in the rags of a peasant.”

“No, Master! Please,” she begged, her eyes wide and clearer but beginning to well up again at the thought of her only comforts being removed.

“But you further your disgrace with insults. I demand cleanliness from my slave,” – he would not even dignify her by calling her wife – “yet you do not prepare yourself. You are caked in filth.”

She simply stared, not fathoming his words. Aeriel had meticulously cleaned and groomed herself just moments before his arrival, but he continued, undaunted. “You come to me wet and soiled, like a dog. You are unfit for me.” His voice came closer and closer to her as he spoke. “But I suppose I must make do…” He trailed off as he leaned over her prone form. Aeriel felt his index finger touch the base of her mound, just above her anus. He drew it upward, gliding through the moisture that now began to seep from her, and she recoiled reflexively. Her husband’s hand pulled back, and he spluttered angrily, still not quite shouting, “You resist my desires as well?”

Aeriel’s silence condemned her more than any response would have.

Moving with swift determination, he took three quick steps to stand at the head of the bed. Aeriel shut her eyes tight and tried to look away, but before she could move he was clutching her head with both hands, wrenching it back to center and tilting it backwards. “If you will not speak to defend yourself, perhaps you are not worthy of the privilege.”

Aeriel’s mouth was forced open by a combination of the angle of her neck and the probing fingers of her Master. Her eyelids strained to open, but she found that her hair was being pushed into her face, and shut them again. She felt something both soft and firm touch her upper lip and press against her tongue. It had been a strange process learning how to pleasure a man such as this, but her body began to remember what his desires called for. Straining against her position, she struggled to close her mouth and began to suck at his cock as he continued to feed it to her.

Very surprisingly, he withdrew about an inch. Aeriel’s mouth opened a little in response to his unprecedented restraint. Before she could decide what to do next, he was again pushing himself into her orifice, but this time more quickly and persistently. The tip of his shaft pressed up to the back of her throat, and it contracted unconsciously in response, halting his progress. He simply pushed harder.

Her gag reflex enacted, she began to cough as her body tried to dislodge the invading object, but she found herself unable with the erection filling her mouth. Suddenly Aeriel was overcome with the thought that she couldn’t breathe. She attempted to gasp for air, wheezing around her Master’s penis, which he was now slowly but forcefully attempting to shove even further into her. Her mouth filled with saliva, lubricating the member and further filling her mouth with obstructions as it pooled at the back of her throat.

Unable to breathe, unable to think, and unable to move away from the cock impaling her, Aeriel did the only thing that seemed like it would help to keep her from suffocating; she swallowed. Gulping down the saliva as she would have drank a pitcher of water after spending a week in the desert, her throat opened wide and allowed slick lubricant and throbbing penis alike entrance.

The sensation was both unpleasant and indescribably insulting. She could almost envision what it must have looked like, the fleshy spear pressing its way into her protesting tunnel, constricting to try to force it back the way it came. As her muscles tightened around his shaft, Aeriel could hear her Master moan some form of primal approval. She felt somehow gratified that she was pleasing him, but horrified at how used she was being halkalı escort right now. Amidst it all, she still could not breathe.

He held himself there inside of her, and Aeriel could feel his hand stroking her neck, separated from his erection by just a bit of skin and muscle. He withdrew enough for her to gasp a half-breath, and pushed in again, and withdrew, and pushed in. His tempo was even, steady, and strangling. Her vision began to get dim, and all she could feel was the slickness of her own spit covering her lips and face, and dripping up her inverted face, past her nose, into her eyes.

The sickening slippery liquid on the side of her nose brought Aeriel back to revelation, as if she were discovering her body for the first time. Everything slowed down and seemed to make sense. Her throat relaxed, her nostrils flared, and she felt her lungs inflate with oxygen at the same moment that she felt her Master’s cock slide into her inviting throat. Her eyes, already forced shut, relaxed a little as she felt the blood flowing to her brain again.

Now not being resisted, her Master sped his pace. Aeriel could feel her entire body being pushed back and forth in the bed, returning to her place each time her Master withdrew entirely because of the ropes pulling her toward the bedposts. Her entire face was soon drenched with her saliva as he thrust himself so deeply into her mouth that his balls rested on her nose, blocking her nostrils for just a moment before he pulled away and she would take another inhalation of air. It was like some perverse machine, all working together in time.

Finding herself thinking as she lay there being face-fucked by her husband, her Master, her owner, she began to believe that she could do more. Timing her movement along with his jabs, Aeriel slowly began to push her tongue out toward her lips, and draw it back again, massaging the underside of his cock. She could hear him groan each time, and she felt a surge of arousal jolt between her legs. Her tongue began a side-to-side motion as well, making little circles and further stimulating the most sensitive part of his erection. His movements became more urgent, more insistent.

Now seeing her willingness to cooperate, Aeriel’s Master withdrew himself further on each backstroke, stopping for just a moment and she would suck at him hungrily before he forced his shaft back into her raw throat. Her face flushed as she felt herself more and more excited by the situation she was in. She was a toy to him, a tool. His words began to ring in her ears again. Caked in filth. Soiled. Unfit. A dog. She may not have believed it then, she may not believe it after he was finished with her, but right now, it was all true, and it aroused her.

Her Master pulled free of her sucking mouth, and she felt vacant. She gulped down great swallows of air, but didn’t dare close her lips, craving for the return of what was rightfully hers. Her face was a mess of spit, sweat and tears, her hair stuck to her forehead, obscuring her vision as she opened one eye and strained to see where he had gone. There he stood, stroking his erection over her face, and was gently descending until he came to kneel on the bed.

He stopped just above her and sat his testicles against Aeriel’s lips. Her tongue snaked out to meet them and she drew them greedily into her mouth. His shaven scrotum provided her no resistance as she eagerly sucked on one ball, the other resting just at the edge of her cheek. With great care she hurriedly slickened the sack in the same way that she had the rod, and her own face, and used her tongue and lips to push it free, sucking at the other ball in turn.

Aeriel was highly remiss when her Master stood suddenly, pulling out of her. He adjusted his posture for a moment, and then began to keel over her again. She prepared herself to resume her previous activities, but found his cock head placed at her lips instead. With Aeriel sucking obediently, her Master released his hand from around his shaft and allowed her to pull him toward the back of her throat, lapping excitedly at the underside of his prick as he approached.

He placed his hands on either side of her hips and steadied himself, forcing inch after inch into her waiting, sopping lips. As his penis found the entrance to her throat he shifted his weight onto his left hand, his right rising from the bed and hovering over her pussy as he eased himself further in. Her muscles relaxed, as if she had been doing this for years, and she breathed slowly through her nose. He stroked her.

Tensing at the sudden contact with her sensitive flesh, there was immediately no way for her to remain focused on pleasuring her Master now, and he knew this. He thrust his hips and jammed his organ into her throat violently again, and she gagged. He pushed his middle finger into her dripping snatch, her hips bucking, and he bucked his as well, slapping his balls against her face degradingly.

Aeriel’s Master started his own rhythm of grinding his palm against her mound and shoving his finger into her, causing her to writhe against him. He furiously plunged his cock in and out of her throat. She choked and coughed against him and tried to turn her head to the side, but he simply squeezed his legs together, preventing her evasion. Relentlessly he used her fighting throat muscles to milk his cock, barreling toward his imminent orgasm.

February 24

From JosephineMiller

To: Wrenjohnson

Wren, this is great. I couldn’t believe it. Ivan proposed last night. He presented me with a diamond engagement ring. I was kind of like “I hope this isn’t a bribe, you’re still not getting to orgasm till the end of next month.” Although for a ring like that, I might have given up the whole Mistress/Slave thing and given Ivan a blowjob.

What I really loved was, Ivan gave me such a nice Valentine’s gift, too, an emerald necklace from Camphor’s Jewelry, and some guys would have combined the engagement jewelry with the Valentine’s thing. I will have to get him to watch his money better when we’re married, but now I’m lovin’ it!

By the way, he was able to take the two foot wide Mangler strap-on finally. It took some serious lube, and he did some crying, poor baby, but Ivan’s rear is really seriously loosening up!

February 25

FromWrenjohnson

To: JosephineMiller23

Josie, I am so happy for you! It was so awesome getting together with you guys again. I really think Ivan’s behavior as a submissive could use significant improvement. It’s nice that you guys are engaged, the Instagram shot of the ring was impressive, but I just don’t think you are genuine in the whole domme thing. Or he’s not really a submissive. Weekend “warrior”? That’s cool I guess. Loved the ring though.

And by the way, when you marry him, you really should take over the finances. We’ll get more into that later.

About the dildo-Duncan found that sitting on it for an hour a day really spread his cheeks, and he was much more ready when I had him receive Urbitron’s cock, the guy I told you about in the ex-convict poetry group I’ve been hosting.

February 30

From: JosephineMiller

To: Wrenjohnson

What do you mean, Wren? Ivan and I aren’t genuinely a sadomasochist couple? I’m certainly his dominant Mistress. I spank him, I’ve given him enemas, humiliated him in public, and I don’t let him cum much. Ivan is a total submissive. He’s learning now how to drink my pee and concentrating on licking me all over.

Sure, he was into the scene before I was, and he had to teach me a few things on how to tease and discipline him, but this is what he wants, and mostly it’s what I want too. You don’t think I rule this guy’s life? I have him in a freaking chastity belt!

April 11

From: Wrenjohnson

To: JosephineMiller

Josie, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings. I liked meeting you. After all, it was Ivan who got in touch with me after he found my profile on Bondagematch, and found out we were only eight miles away. I thought Ivan was cute, and when he invited me to get together with you guys for that first weekend, I had a great time.

But some red flags went up when Ivan told me how he had a motorcycle, and about his hang gliding and his Jetski. There seemed to be so many guy-type activities, Josie.

The men I date, the submissive ones, don’t really raise too much hell, there isn’t much recreation for them outside of serving me. It’s either going to work, or being on their knees, thinking of ways to make Wren happy…looking after my house and my car.

It’s helped a lot that I have enslaved so many different types-Duncan does my taxes, and Whitey’s a mechanic, that kind of thing. And they are usually on the spot for me. Sometimes they take me to dinner or a show, but more often my boys procure tickets for me to go to an event with someone more, uh, manly.

I was really kind of put off, Josie, when you guys took me to that bar and I met Ivan’s “pals”. They were all making dirty jokes, and farting and that kind of thing. Ivan got kind of loud, and really, as a sub, that’s not the direction I’d take him in.

Duncan, a guy I’m dating now, I don’t see him all that often, we go on one date a week, or every ten days, but I made him give up his friends, especially the annoying female ones.

I don’t mind him having an interest in opera or culture, but the first night we were out playing pool, I watched him joking with his male friends and flirting with waitresses, and I told him coldly that I wanted to go home early.

His friends were kind of put off. I looked very cute in a tight white top, and my hair was all curled, and so some guys were thinking, lucky Duncan, he can take Wren home and fuck her, and others were going ‘Hey, don’t let that girl tell you what to do.’

This had happened before, and Duncan had learned that when we’d gotten home, it didn’t mean hanky-panky, I just wanted my way, so this time he’d said “Honey, we’re in a billiards competition, can we go in half an hour?”

And Josie, I slapped Duncan as hard as I could across the face, and he almost fell.

And for a moment, I thought Duncan would tell me to go to hell, I wondered if our spanking games were just that, a game, but He drove me home and then when we got inside, I didn’t take anything off, but I had Duncan strip and I tied his hands and ankles together and put him in my closet, and esenler escort then I went back to the pool hall and hung out with his friends till three a.m.

And, the next day, Duncan heard about this and whined to me “If you wanted to be there, why did you have me take you back and lock me in the closet?”

And I answered him by whipping his bare ass and telling him that shooting pool isn’t for faggots and ladyboys. I also told Duncan that if he wanted to keep seeing me, he would have to give up billiards, and playing in that ridiculous rock band, and that he’d have to donate his sports racer to the Salvation Army.

And Duncan could have told me no, and broken up with me. He’s a good looking guy, and some of the women he’s dated were as attractive as I was, some even younger and cuter, but I scratch his itch, and he knows that he’s a pantywaist deep down, and so he did what I told him to.

Now, even though I only see Duncan now and then, sometimes only once a month or so, I still have him on a strict schedule. Every night when he comes back to his place after work, Duncan has to punch in with one of those factory things.

After he’s punched in, Duncan has a TV dinner and then strips and kneels in front of his door with a cold Martini in front of him. He has to kneel there between seven-thirty and midnight…he can’t answer his phone or anything else.

On weekends, he comes and cleans my place and then goes back to his and straightens up there, and then is on his knees from four in the afternoon to one in the morning.

Duncan never knows whether I’m going to drop in on him, and w hen I do drop in, he’d better damn well be kneeling. Sometimes I send a male friend of mine, to check on him, a surprise visit, and Duncan must reward them with a little oral. If he’s not kneeling, or the punch card shows he got in late, my friend will whip Duncan’s ass with a bullwhip I have hanging on the door.

And, of course, Duncan is in chastity. I have no real interest in a face to face long-term relationship or marriage with Duncan, but seeing him every couple of weeks is enough for me, and it just thrills him. He’s lost touch with his other friends and family, but really, it’s all about me.

Oh, in reference to your question over the phone about the whole chastity deal? It’s interesting…I have to say, I think piercing is your only option.

I’m sorry Ivan is so freaked out by getting his dick pierced but the problem is, almost any non-piercing chastity device can be escaped from.

Actually, I have my ex-husband Chandler in a belt, he’s living in Dubai, and when he reported that he’d been unable to get out of his belt, but could use a vibrating wand to create the stimulation to cum in it, I had to order him to go see a male hustler for a whipping…I can’t get there to do it personally!

Duncan was in a spiral cage circling his penis, and the hinges caused some chafing. I don’t care that much, but I hate hearing him whine about it…The problem with the cage, of course was that Dunc couldn’t get a complete hard-on.

His dick would bulge out through the bars but when I teased him in it, he became very uncomfortable, and of course at night, when nocturnal erections happen, it makes his crotch feeling trapped.

The best part of course is giving him teasing hand jobs while his cock is caged. He sometimes shrieks when I rub his dick, poor Duncan, and quite frankly, I don’t generally carry his keys around. So why not give him jerking sessions without bothering to unlock it?

This way, I can, after Duncan has brought me to many orgasms, play with his caged dick all I like, without having to tie him up or all that nonsense. Since I’ve not brought the keys with me most of the time, there’s really no purpose in him whining about how he wants me to let him out.

I drop over to his house to fool around, and when Duncan comes to mine, quite often I will mail his keys away so he can’t ask about them-and then recently when we went to the Caribbean, I just left the keys at home.

I didn’t tell Dunc this, of course, not at first. I implied that if he serviced various men, as well as me and took his punishments gratefully, that I’d unlock him every three days, and it was a month long holiday.

After about twelve days I told him, laughing, that there was no hope, and of course by that time he’d sucked off the ship’s purser and then the hotel bellhop when we reached Bermuda.

I cannot tell you how funny it was, watching poor Duncan kneeling on the white sand, crying his eyes out…but I did let him jerk off when we got home. He had been so generous!

But although Duncan has handled his cage without piercing, he’s not terribly coordinated, and so I don’t have to worry about it-he’d never get his dick back in, if he did pull the cage off! Ralph, like your Ivan, is far craftier with his hands, and so I had to put him in a piercing.

And even then-I caught him once with the entire device half hanging florya escort off his dick. He couldn’t get out of the piercings, and so he was just a-jerkin’ away. I did not give him a pleasant half hour after that little mess!

I finally had to put Ralph into what they call a “Tetherspout” this is when one puts a metal hollow spout, which resembles a sounding needle, into the urethra Then you lock on a little retainer which keeps the spout locked… to keep it in, I put a tiny lock on the end, so it bounces about. but the spout is so small that it’s not uncomfortable for Ralph when he’s flaccid. On the other hand, I have a long, hard spout I can insert when I feel like caning Ralph’s penis and don’t want it to get small. I may try a knitting needle!

And yes, he can pee, but not standing up. Ralph must squat like a girl and try not to let the spattering of the urine go on his pants, because, of course, his pee is circulating around the little lock. It’s a problem for him, not me. I tell him to be careful, because of course he doesn’t want to ruin his Brooks Brothers suit!

Here’s a funny story-Ralph purchased this gorgeous suit from a tailor in Hong Kong, it had Ralph’s name in gold script on the inside of his jacket. One afternoon, I was trying to teach Ralph how to swallow all my urine when I peed in his mouth, instead of letting it splash all over the place.

To illustrate how important it was not to let urine get all over the place, I squatted my 110 pound body just over Ralph’s big head, but I made him lie his head on his folded Hong Kong tailored suit.

“Now you’re going to be very careful, or this suit will be ruined, honey. Silk is not improved with pee on it.” Ralph got it all down without a problem, and then he ate me to several orgasms while I was squatting there.

So I removed his chastity device and told Ralph he could beat his meat. It had been 37 days, not that long, but still frustrating, and this was last spring, when all the secretaries had been twitching their little asses walking back and forth in front of Ralph’s office building.

So Ralph, all backed up from a month of unrewarded desire, began jerking off, and every time he came to a point of near orgasm, I would order him to stop and put his hands behind his head until he calmed down. I did this six or eight times, and when he got too excited and I let him shoot his load, I pulled his Hong Kong pants in front of his dick, and he made the most beautiful stain.

I made him wear it the next day to work, and it was big and white and looked like…something gross. Hilarious, right?

But yes, you’re going to have to put your fiancée into a piercing if you want him not to “Cheat” on you. it’s the way things are!

April 19

From: JosephineMiller

To: Wrenjohnson

I loved what you said, Wren about the chastity thing. That’s hilarious, and I ended up getting Ivan pierced. He cried during the whole thing, and the piercing dude laughed at him, but it’s done, no more masturbation.

But about what you said earlier, about how I’m not controlling Ivan’s whole life, which implies I’m not his total dominant. Really?

That’s a little dramatic isn’t it? I mean, sometimes when I tell Ivan I’m dropping by and he’d better damn well be naked on his knees, he certainly cooperates. But shit, if he wants to hang out at home and play with his Xbox, I don’t want him to be miserable.

Sometimes if he’s pissed me off, I sentence him to write five pages of the dictionary within 24 hours, and that’s kind of an imposition. Ivan loves his buddies, and they aren’t that annoying.

George Casemont, Ivan’s best friend is a bit of a loudmouth, but I can put up with Casey, and Rod and Flynn and “The Squirrel”, they’re okay. Men need time to blow off steam and tell dirty jokes, that sort of thing

And yes, the other night Squirrel pinched my ass at the bar, but Ivan’s so generous with me, he takes me on trips and he’s amazing, that tongue between my legs. I mean, BDSM shouldn’t be our whole life, should it?

I do hear Ivan telling me now and then that he wishes I was more into taking him beyond his limits, and I guess I wonder what that means.

April 23

FromWrenjohnson

To: JosephineMiller

Josie, babe, the scene shouldn’t be YOUR whole life. I date normal men, I fuck ’em and blow them, and make no unreasonable requests. But for a man who you’re involve with who aspires to be a slave? You should be able to order them to leave work when you request. I did that with Duncan just the other day. I told him to leave an important board meeting he was having and come to my place and clean my bathroom and parlor for a cocktail party I was having that night-that he wasn’t invited to!

I texted him while I was out of town, and he went and did the important janitorial work I needed. And Dunc’s devotion gets better every day. He sends flowers and surprise candy and jewelry now and then, and he’s just a sweetheart.

I kayaşehir escort have no interest in a part timer. I did have a lovely time with you and Ivan when we got together, but I was amazed that he was dressed for most of the time we were hanging out at your place, and that you had to help with the cooking.

You two were joking about his crappy culinary skills, but he should be taking a class. I had Duncan and another sub of mine, Ralphie, take cooking and beautician classes and now Dunc is working on light carpentry.

Sure, you should be hang-gliding and water-skiing, and using Ivan’s equipment, but do it with nice, studly, regular men. Ivan is gorgeous and very masculine (that will be reduced if you have him sucking your friends’ dicks now and then) but his role is to serve.

The idea of giving up the fun things he loves to do will arouse him further. Ralph has a fifty foot Sunseeker Predator, a gorgeous boat.

Ralph took me and Carlos out on it, and did most of the work, and when it came time for lunch, Ralph stripped and served us cold chicken and white wine, and then went below to kneel naked in the hold while Carlos and I enjoyed the sunshine.

Ralph caddies for us at his club and waits while I play tennis, that kind of thing.

Don’t you see? Ralph is thrilled to find me theater and opera tickets, and then to be tied up in my basement while I’m enjoying them with another. He understands who is Number One…

Next week I’ll have you over to Ralphie’s house. He’ll serve us dinner and then wait on his knees while we eat, except when we need our wine glasses re-filled.

And then I’ll show you my recent implement purchases, we can take turns using them on Ralph’s tender bottom

Ivan needs this too, whether he knows it or not.

You’ll love the “fighting whip” I got. It’s made of Latigo, and is only about three feet long. Of course I don’t fight with it, Ralph takes down his pants and I love the kick the whip has as it cracks across his skinny little ass.

I used to use these glorious Australian kangaroo whips, but latigo has a rare power to it. Ralph screams like a little bitch, but the upper arm exercise I get is so worth it, you know?

This Latigo thing is single-tail and when I’m not hammering Ralph with it, I can use it to grab shit on the dining room table, though it also destroys things.

Don’t worry-Ralph bought it for me, and our goal is that he can take twenty across the ass cheeks. With no screaming. One thing that will help is, I am not letting Ralphie out of his chastity belt again for anything-even teasing-until he can keep his mouth shut for a little flogging, Goals, right?

May 8

From: JosephineMiller

To: Wrenjohnson

Wow. What I love about you, Wren is, you’re younger than I am, and such a sweet little honey blonde, and yet you are such a terror with those implements! I really enjoyed this time we had, I wish I could have brought Ivan. And the best part was, Ralph knelt and THANKED us, and kissed our feet and he brought me to about eight orgasms when you “lent” him to me while you and Carlos went to Dave and Buster’s.

If I’d had the key to Ralph’s chastity, I would have sneaked him an orgasm, I’m afraid to say, he probably could have talked me into it, what with being a celebrity defense lawyer…

Ralphie told me how much he loves you and he’s learned to love Carlos. He is hoping that he will be able to keep his mouth shut more in coming “corrections”…you didn’t tell him that Carlos is going to be giving him the whip next, have you, you bad girl?

**************

July 10

Ivan smiled, and rubbed Josie’s back. He kissed her ear, as she lay against him, smelling her pretty shampoo. God she looked good in the tie-dyed shirt, it grabs her boobs like a catcher’s mitt…so hot, so tight.

And her snug jeans were great too. Having her butt casually pushing Ivan’s crotch as they watched “Law and Order” was making him wild.

Josie shifted a little , and Ivan looked down her marvelous bosom. She always wore these push-up bras, and though the tits were gorgeous naked, in this tie-dye, they were insane.

It was kind of a extra thrill, because Josie hadn’t let Ivan see her in the birthday suit too much lately. He’d told her about his clothed-female-naked-male fantasies and all, but this was a little too often. Sometimes she would only take off her pants and panties to let him eat her out, but wouldn’t remove her shirt at all.

Ivan hadn’t cum now in over a month, and the chastity cage was digging into his sensitive organ. She’d gotten a cage for him, so his dick was visible, but it was attached to a piercing all along the underside of his dick, and then his dick was curved, so he couldn’t really get completely hard, although man, did he still get excited. Too excited, and it hurt.

The chastity fantasy was tougher than the reality.

The other night (while she was dressed primly in a sweater and skirt) Josie had ordered Ivan to strip and she’d given him a long hand job stroking, after she’d locked his wrists behind his back in handcuffs.

It had been quite a massage. Josie had rubbed his dick, his inner thighs, his stomach, his nipples…and then she’d shoved a long cucumber shaped dildo up his rear, which had been exhilarating and made Ivan wonder if he was bi.

The bar offered little comfort as she sat in the dimly lit corner. Her deep green eyes averted from every glance that might happen her way. Her hands that while delicate held a strength in them of someone who has had to take care of herself for quite some time now, straightened her dress. That dress, a short black number fit a bit too tight, secondhand store clothes never did fit right. It was quiet in the bar that evening, a few regulars coming and going but nothing extraordinary. She herself was not a regular but sitting in a strange bar sure beat sitting out on the streets.

The door would open and close flooding the small bar with light from the setting sun before closing once more to plunge the room back to dim shadows. Every time that door opened she would watch the new patron with mild interest, her thoughts wondering to what they did for a living or where they lived. The door opened again and when her eyes adjusted back to be able to see who entered again, her interest was more than mild. He was tall and very handsome, the epitome of the “tall-dark-and-handsome” type. His hair was long, just past his shoulders and was as black as midnight. He walked with an air of authority as he made his way to the bar.

If he turned just to his left he would see her blatantly staring at him so she did her best to sneak glances at him as he was handed a beer. It was obvious from the way he spoke to the barkeep that he was a regular around here. The handsome man and the bartender laughed back and fourth about something she couldn’t quite hear. A few words would float over to her every now and then above the din of the jukebox that played endlessly.

“How’s things at the precinct?” The barkeep asked. Oh dear lord he is a cop! She thought to herself. For some reason that made her nervous. Often as she moved from place to place in town she was stopped by the police and suspected to be a hooker. Dressed, as she was this evening, in a tight short black dress complete with thigh high stockings and high-heeled shoes, well she would have a tough time explaining how she wasn’t a hooker. Her hopes were dashed of even meeting the tall-dark-and-handsome man, even though she wasn’t really there to meet a guy.

Jenny felt that if she could dress up and sit in a place that she couldn’t even afford a glass of beer at, that she was escaping her hopeless situation, if just for a little while. Her philosophy was that if she didn’t look homeless… she wasn’t, or at least she could pretend.

Slender fingers twirled a strand of wavy red hair between them as she turned to watch a couple dancing in front of the jukebox. They moved in rhythm with the music, their bodies close together, their lips meeting every now ant then. Jenny sighed wishing that someone wanted to dance with her like that.

Suddenly there was movement beside her and a tall curvy glass filled with a red frozen concoction was set before her. She was about to say she didn’t order anything when she looked up at who had delivered the drink. Her heart just about stopped in her chest. The tall-dark-handsome- man stood there smiling down at her.

“Hi there. Thought you might like this. You look like a daiquiri girl to me.” He smiled sending lightning bolts to her heart as her brain had a melt down.

“Oh … uhh… thanks.” She stammered sounding like a drink was the last thing she needed. Coming to her wits she managed a warm smile to him.

“You new around here? I don’t remember seeing you here before.”

His cop instincts taking over with the questioning until he realized what he was doing.

“Sorry, I’m Eric.”

He blushed slightly adding to his charming look.

“Nice to meet you Erik. I’m Jenny. Yea, I’m… new around here.” Jenny lied a bit. She wasn’t new to the neighborhood but she was new to the bar so it was only a slight lie.

“Sorry to intrude. A pretty lady sitting by herself… well I just thought I’d say hello.” He moved as if he was going to leave or something so Jenny jumped to her senses quickly. “Oh don’t worry. Nothing to intrude upon. You can join me if you like?” She nodded to the empty chair beside her.

His smile would light up a room at her invitation. He thought she was distractingly beautiful with her heart shaped face, framed in red waves. Her eyes that were round and deep seemed to pull him in with every glance. Pulling out the chair he sat and began the habit of questioning again.

“You live around here? Got someone expecting you home?” OK so that wasn’t such a subtle way of asking if she was attached but he thought it might work anyhow.

Jenny giggled slightly at him and that giggle sounded like soft wind chime in the breeze to his ears.

“No, no one at home.” She smiled in a slight laugh as she spoke. She was tempted to add out of irony, no home either, but she didn’t. She raised her drink to her lips and looked at him through thick dark lashes and over the rim of her glass. Her empty stomach protested the addition of alcohol but she ignored bayrampaşa escort the sensations that found her fast.

He nodded with a smile as she sipped his beer he had brought along too.

“What about you? Family waiting at home for your return?” She ventured to throw his same line of questioning back at him.

He chuckled and shook his head, “Nope. Married only to my work as sad as that is. My cats might be waiting for me though.” His smile genuine as his eyes connected with hers once more.

They chatted about this and that, nothing too deep but they both felt the spark between them.

“Say…” Erik paused for a moment as if not quite sure how she would respond. “What do you say to going to grab a bite to eat?” He looked hopeful to her.

Jenny began to smile at the invitation but hesitated. She wondered if he was going to pay because she didn’t have a dime to her name at the moment. As if sensing her worry Erik spoke up, “How ’bout we go to my place? I can whip up a mean spaghetti and we can talk without the noise of a place.” He hoped he didn’t sound like he was desperate or was asking her to sleep with him though he had to admit the idea had crossed his mind, he was a man after all.

Jenny had really enjoyed the talk they had been having and she did want to continue it but going to his place sounded a bit risky. She reminded herself that he was a cop and that maybe it was ok. Soon she had convinced herself that it would actually be fun to have him cook for her and boy was she hungry.

” All right.” She nodded and smiled to him.

“Great. Do you want to drive and follow me or ride with me?” He asked.

“Umm… I’ll just ride with you.” She didn’t add that she had no car to follow him in. Smiling he stood and waited for her to stand also. Reaching behind her chair Jenny grabbed her ever present, scruffy backpack that was filled to the brim and followed Erik out the door. He showed her to his small Chevy pickup and opened the door for her.

Sliding into the truck in her short dress did little to hide the fact that she wore thigh high black stockings, a prize possession of Jenny’s.

Jenny thought that she looked elegant in them and she couldn’t help but notice Erik’s reaction as he caught a glimpse of the lace tops of the stockings.

Closing her door she watched him as he slid into the drivers side. Sitting so close to him did little to settle the jumpy feeling in her stomach as he drove off to his apartment building. The drive was short to arrive at a moderately nice set of apartments. Leaving the truck in his spot Erik showed Jenny to his door and opened it allowing her to enter first.

As he flipped on the light she took in the noticeably bachelor apartment. A worn couch and matching chair, a bookcase filled with books and a small entertainment center were just about the only inhabitants of the room. Suddenly she felt something at her ankles, Looking down Jenny saw a beautiful calico cat.

“Oh aren’t you a pretty kitty.” She cooed as she bent down to scoop the kitty in her arms. Erik smiled and headed for the kitchen to begin cooking.

“Make yourself at home. Have a seat of turn on the tube if you want.”

Jenny set the kitty down on the couch and went to the bookcase. Her fingers glided over various titles and she wondered at the erotic sounding titles of some of the volumes. She was too sleepy for reading and television wasn’t interesting to her.

She heard his efforts in the kitchen and slowly moved to where she was leaning at the doorframe watching him. He was stirring the sauce when he caught her watching him. Bringing the large spoonful to his lips he tasted it then moved to hold it out for her to taste.

“Try it, tell me what you think.”

Jenny let the spoon touch her slightly parted lips before she licked the sauce off of them. “Mmm… that is wonderful!”

Erik beamed at the compliment and at the way she licked her lips. Soon he was setting two plates heaped with spaghetti and two glasses of wine on the coffee table in the living room. He took a moment to light a few candles before he settled next to her on the floor.

“It may not be fancy but it’s something.” He said almost apologetically.

“Oh I think it is great.” Jenny had to control the urge to dive in and pig out. It had been days since she had a full meal and she was ravenous. They ate in silence for a while, mainly because Jenny was too busy eating to talk.

“You know, it won’t go anywhere if you slow down.” Erik teased her lightly.

Jenny looked up to him in embarrassment for a moment before lowering her eyes. She reached for her drink and forced herself to take a slow sip.

“It’s just… well it is so good and I haven’t had a meal like this in a while.” Jenny confessed after the sip of wine.

“I figured as much.” He chuckled slightly embarrassed at the compliment.

Her eyes widened and she paled just a bit. “You figured?” fulya escort Perhaps he had guessed her not so well hidden homeless status after all.

He nodded, “Well you must not have eaten Italian lately, mine’s not the best in town.” He teased her slightly.

Relieved at what he meant she smiled, “Well, it’s the best to me.”

His smile matched her own in brightness as their eyes held each other for a moment. Erik cleared his throat quietly as if any noise would be better than the sudden silence. Jenny glanced down at her plate and began to eat once more.

Soon both had finished off their food and a couple glasses of wine. Jenny leaned back against the couch; glass in hand after he had refilled it once more. The combination of food, wine and his handsome presence sent a tingling sensation over her body. She had long since kicked off her high heels and now as she stretched out a stocking clad foot, rising toes to play with the leg of his pants she cocked her head to him and asked, “So, what is it you do again?”

Erik leaned back next to her, his eyes following her leg to the toes that rubbed just below his knee. Clearing his throat almost nervously he said, “I’m a cop.”

“Ohhh, one of the good guys eh?” She teased a bit as she took another sip from her now half- empty glass. She giggled as his eyes noticeably lingered on the low cut neckline of her tight dress. Her full round breasts showed proudly from the black material that pushed them together nearly spilling them from their confines.

“Umm… yea… I guess you could say that.” Erik stammered a bit as he moistened his lips, eyes moving reluctantly to look into hers.

Jenny was feeling quite at ease with the tall-dark- and –handsome stranger. She set her glass on the table near by letting her finger trace around the rim of the glass as she looked out of the corner of her eyes at him, “But you’re not… always good, are you?”

Her question full of hints and innuendo as her finger dipped into her wine then was brought up to her full lips. Pink tongue darted out to lick at her finger before taking it into her mouth to quickly suck off the remaining wine. Erik’s eyes grew wider as the corners of his lips turned up in a slow smile. “I’m always good at what I do.” Erik replied, his words dripping with the same innuendo.

Jenny leaned her head back on the edge of the couch. Her long red hair fell over the side of her face but before she could reach to move it Erik’s large hand was delicately brushing silken strands back. Jenny’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his strong fingers caress down her temple to her jaw line. His hand slowly pulled away, having revealed her face and exposed her neck to his view. His eyes took up caressing where his fingers had left off, tracing down her neck to her cleavage. The silence between them was broken as he said quietly. “You’re a very beautiful woman Jenny.”

She smiled at him as he blushed again. “I’m glad you approve.” She retorted sending them both to laughing. Erik moved just a bit closer to her, his size almost towering over her small frame,” I uhh… I didn’t ask you here just to uhh… well… try to sleep with you.” He tried to explain himself cursing himself all the while for sounding foolish. Jenny giggled at his nervousness and raised a hand to toy with the buttons at his shirt. Her expression while seeming innocent enough held playful eyes that traced over his form in a lustful manor.

“Maybe not… but things change right?” Her big deep green eyes looked up to him as she drew even closer to him. Her fingers moved up his chest to tap on his chin before lightly tracing his lips. Her actions set his mind to ease that his attentions would not be regarded as too forward.

Erik gently placed a hand on her knee loving the feel of her beneath those stockings. Slowly his hand traveled up her thigh until it reached the hem of her short dress. All the while their eyes had been locked upon each other in a conversation of shared wants.

Erik’s other hand went to cup the side of Jenny’s face slowly pulling her to him. Lips tasting of wine met in a slow first kiss as his hand moving to the back of her head to be buried in red waves to hold her to him. The kiss did not break but intensified as lips parted to allow tongues to meet and taste.

Jenny set to work slowly unbuttoning his shirt revealing toned muscles and smooth tanned skin. His hand at her thigh slipped under the hem of her dress to slowly move to feel the tops of her stockings. With his hand moving up her dress had been pushed up so that when he finally broke the kiss his eyes beheld the tops of her milky white thighs held in black lace. His eyes filled with a fiery lust looked down at her as his voice huskily whispered, “You are the most sexy woman I have ever seen.”

With that his lips dipped down to her neck licking and kissing. The hand that once held the back of her head slid down to press her back, holding yenibosna escort her to him tightly. Her hand went to the back of his neck entangling fingers in his long hair and urging his lips in their endeavors. Jenny’s other hand pushed his shirt out of the way until fingertips brushed over his nipples lightly. A soft moan was voiced against her neck as she felt his teeth rake against her skin.

“Oh god…” whispered breathlessly from her lips as his hand on her thigh reached down and under her leg to cup her ass firmly. With his hands at her back and ass Erik easily lifted Jenny up and placed her on his lap. She quickly pulled at her dress raising it so that her legs could straddle his and she could sit facing him. Ravenously hungry kisses came as lips met again.

Hands groped, feeling for flesh both clothed and naked. Erik drove his tongue deep into her warm mouth as his hands lowered the zipper to her dress. Jenny backed off from the kiss pulling her dress up over taught stomach and yanking it over full mounds. She threw her dress down and sat straight on his lap. Erik looked up and down her now black thin lace bra covered breasts to her black lace covered womanhood.

The rise in the bulge at his pants was very considerable as she shook her hair back so it wouldn’t hide her from his gaze. His hands slowly cupped around her large breasts, thumbs stroking at nipples that poked up under lace covering. Jenny bit her bottom lip savoring his touch and the hardening of her nipples.

Erik slid a finger up to her shoulder and tucked it under the strap of her bra. Slowly he pulled it down repeating that action on the other shoulder. Lowering his lips to her collarbone he kissed his way across her chest and then back to the valley between her breasts. His tongue licked down into that valley as far as the lace would allow. In a quick motion he had released the catch of her bra at her back and watched as it fell away. Now her breasts stood out naked and pointing to him. The light pink of areolas wrinkled into darker pink peaks of nipples that he eagerly took first one side then the other into his mouth.

Jenny moaned and sighed at his sucking her breasts so intently. Her hips had met his as she slowly ground her lace into his pants. She felt his rock hard erection on the sensitive folds of her moistening womanhood as he continued lavishing attention on her breasts.

“Please… oh… I have to do something.” She sat back on him, her longing eyes meeting his slightly bewildered blues. She looked down as if to direct his gaze to where her hands were working to free his cock from his khaki pants. Nimble fingers worked until his pulsing manhood was able to stand out throbbing at her. His slightly harder breathing told of his want of her fingers to continue stroking his hardness.

Slowly Jenny slid her body down until her lips rested hovering above bulbous head. The feel of her hot breath was enough to send his head falling back on the couch behind him and his fingers intertwining in her hair. Soft lips kissed the top of the head sending shivers through Erik spine.

“Oh god…”

He breathed heavily as her mouth slowly engulfed his erection. Her tongue swirled and played around his thickness as she moaned approval at his growing hardness. Her eyes widened as he began to sink down on him. He was very long and thick so in no time her mouth was full of hot throbbing manhood. She pushed past any reflexes to let him slide down her throat some. Even then there was enough of his cock left for three fingers to wrap around and pump.

Erik was slipping into heavenly bliss as the half naked beauty began to slowly bob and suck on his cock. He could feel her breasts bump into his thighs each time she went down and when he raised his head to watch her he saw her heart shaped firm ass stuck up in the air. He groaned as she worked on him a bit harder now, going as deep as she could on his 9 inches while tightening her suction around him. Seeing her ass, clad in black lace and stuck up as it was he licked his lips and had an idea.

“I’m gonna move babe… move with me.”

He placed his hands on her sides to help guide her as he slid to the side and lay down on the floor at the foot of the couch. She moved so that she didn’t stop her sucking him as he spread out his legs beside her then leaned back. His hands to her sides urged her to turn around so that his hands could slide to her legs and guide them to straddle his chest. When she complied all while happily sucking his cock, Erik pulled her ass back and down some until his tongue met her lace covered pussy.

Jenni knew she was dripping wet and when his tongue touched her soaked panties she jumped and moaned. She shuddered and widened the stance of her knees to place her pussy closer to his lips. Erik tongued her panties once more drinking in the flavor of her then burred his nose in the wet fabric as well.

His hands reached up and deftly ripped away the moist lace that stood in his way of devouring her. She whimpered at his show of strength and lust stopping her efforts for a moment of sheer pleasure as his tongue drove into her wet folds. Erik wasted no time in seeking out her clit and sucking on it while flicking that bud with his tongue. Jenni grinded her hips on his face and nearly swallowed his cock in response to his 69 attack.