My name is George. I am a middle aged man, still handsome by middle age standards. I do however carry a few extra pounds, that I am trying to get rid of by bicycling 4 or 5 times a week, but when you like good food and good wine, they tend to be very stubborn and do not give up on you very easily. I have not much hair left on my head, as they fell down on my face when I was younger, as I sport a beard, a very well groomed beard that gives me some kind of Sean Connery look, when he has a beard, of course.

My main appealing features are a beautiful smile that I carry more often than not, a good sense of humor, as I do not take myself and life in general very seriously, and the remnants of a French accent that somehow, people find sexy.

My look may not be specially appealing to most young women in their 20s and 30s, but the 40s, 50s and older usually find me attractive.

My other trait of character is that I am a dominant male and I like my women to be submissive and obedient. But I am not a sadist and don’t find it exciting to inflict lots of pain to obtain my satisfaction. On the opposite, I want to love and be loved by my subs. Light pain, such as spanking, even sometimes vigorous, total obedience must never be questioned, even in case of considerable humiliation. I am the Lord and Master and anything I say goes, most of the time in private settings, sometimes in semi-public settings. I like a woman to be my slut, but hate women who look sluttish and vulgar. I like classy looking women.

So, now you know where I come from. Since I am relatively new in this area (West Coast of Florida), coming from the North, I do not know a lot of people and don’t have a sub now, since we split up with my last one on rather unpleasant terms,

I was starting to be a little frustrated and thought I had do do something about it. After some thought about how to go about it, the personal ads in Literotica came to my mind. Why not after all?

So I wrote a simple ad saying roughly what I just told you, adding that I was well educated and traveled and financially secure, posted it and waited, checking for answers once a while. The first 3 days, I got no answer, and started to think it was not such a great idea after all.

The 4th day, I got a personal post, that was intriguing. It said “My name is Mary and I have read your post with interest, and, assuming we have the right chemistry, I could love to be yours. I would very much like for us to meet”. I answered that I would indeed like that as well, although I did not know what she looked like. Next thing I know we had set up a meeting in a local bar for the next evening tat was a Friday, to have a drink together. Since she had my description, she would recognize me.

On Friday night, I dressed casual with a white linen pair of pants, and a black open collar shirt and went to our meeting, hoping it was not a prank someone had played on me.

The place she had selected, was a classy joint with light music and intimate atmosphere. When I entered, I noticed her at once. She was sitting alone at a table near the entrance and was looking at the new comers as if looking for someone. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair, slim, beautiful or at least very pretty, well dressed and made up with taste and with bright red lipstick.

She had a terrified look göztepe escort in her eyes as if not knowing what she was doing here and expecting the worst. When she saw me, it looked like she recognized me. I put my nicest smile on and went to her.

When she got up, I saw she was wearing a white blouse and a black skirt with high heel shoes, although not stiletto.

“Mary? I am Roger. Very nice to meet you. You are very beautiful. May I sit down?”

“Good evening, Sir! Please do.”

I sat in the chair across from her.

“Have you been here long?”

“No. Just a few minutes.”

She had a drink in front of her that looked like a glass of white wine. I called the waitress and ordered.

the same thing for me.

I looked her into the eyes and took her hand. I tried to put her at ease: “You know, we are here to know a little bit about each other. There is no pressure at all. If you don’t feel we have any chemistry and want to end it here and now, please feel free to tell me and I’ll go.”

“On the other hand, if you feel about me as I feel about you, there may be a future for us.”

I could see her relax a little bit. We exchanged a few pleasantries and now she was smiling at me.

“So, if you want to tell me about you… I cannot wait to know everything about you”.

I learned she was 43, she worked in the claim department in an insurance company, that she had always lived in Florida and that she loved it here, the beach, the sun, the weather.

I told her I was newly retired, having sold my business in Maryland and moving to Florida. She was more and more at ease, laughing at my jokes. God, she was beautiful when she laughed, and I knew I was hooked.

“Let’s talk about why we are here. I am here because I want to be your master and I want you to be my slave. Do you think you want that?”

She was now red as a red rose, she whispered back “Yes, I do.”

I took her hand back “Tell me. Do you have experience in this type of relationship?”

“No, I don’t, except in my fantasies. I always had fantasies about belonging to a master. And recently, my fantasies were more and more powerful. My sexual life was very disappointing and I knew I had to take a chance. I read many of the stories in the BDSM section of Literotica, but most were very coarse, like they had been written by young men and women driven by their fantasies and I realized that I could only have an older man as my master”.

“Then I had a look at the ads in the BDSM section. Yours just jumped at me as you were the only one talking about love”.

“Yes, my darling, I want to love you and I want you to love me. It is the only way we can have a totally satisfying relationship. This being said, I will be your master and you must trust me and obey me completely”. “The first rule is you cannot say no to me, you even cannot hesitate. Are you ready to be taken any way I want, to be spanked and humiliated, to totally belong to me?”

“But your pleasure will always be my main concern. I want to make you come as you never came before.”

“Oh yes, master, I want that.”

“Are you ready now?”

“Yes master.”

“From now on, the first rule applies. So let’s go. Did you come by car?”

“No, I took a cab.”

We çorlu escort got out of the bar, hand in hand. It was night now and my car was in a back section of the parking lot. When we got near the car, I pulled her to me and embraced her tightly. Se did not resist at all. My right hand went to the back of her head and my mouth went to her mouth and we had our first kiss.

Our tongues danced together for a long time and I explored every inch of her mouth, that was fresh and tasted like cherry (her lipstick, I guessed).

Our mouths separated.

“Are you wet now, my little slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let’s get in the car.” I opened her car door and she sat gracefully. After I got in the car myself, I put my right arm around her shoulders and kissed her as best I could, as kissing in a car is not the easiest way to kiss. She was responding with enthusiasm. I put my left hand on her knee, caressed her thigh moving up toward her panties. She was wearing little panties which I could feel had laces, and felt her wetness. She was not lying. She was soaked. I let my finger move inside her panties, and caressed her button slightly. She started moaning and I removed my hand.

“Let’s go to my place, it’s 5 minutes away. Now remove your panties, slut, and give it to me.”

“Yes, master, I want you so much.”

“That’s good my darling. Rule number 2 is: you do not come until I say you can. You may have to beg for it, but it’s the rule.”

She giggled on her seat and removed her panties and handed them to me. They were soaked indeed. I smelled it and I found the wonderful smell of a woman in heat. Then I placed it under her mouth “Suck on it, my slut. Taste how good you taste, before I taste you myself later.”

I parked the car in the garage of my condo, and we went up the elevator to floor 5 where my unit is.

Once inside, we went to the dining room where I have a large table. I pulled Mary to me and kissed her deeply and she returned my kiss eagerly.

I started opening her blouse, button by button, kissing and sucking her neck as she threw her head back. I removed it from her and undid her very sexy looking bra, all white with lace. I let the bra fall down and caressed her beautiful breast, pinching slightly her nipples, I then put my mouth at work, and sucked and bit them slightly. She was moaning loudly now.

I thought I would have to make her come quickly now if I did not want to ruin her pleasure.

“Lay down on the table my darling.”

She did with her skirt still on. I lifted her skirt over her pussy, bent down on her and kissed it and licked her clit. At the same time, I introduced my 3 middle fingers in her cunt and moved them up and down slowly. I could feel she was about to explode. She cried “Oh, master, make me cum please, please I beg you.” “Yes, my slut you can come now.” and moved my fingers very quickly, while still licking her button.

She came like the wonderful slut she was, moaning and crying for a long time before her orgasm subsided.

I kissed her mouth deeply again, letting her taste her own juice.

“Oh, master thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I had never come like that. I love you. I am yours to do whatever you want with me. I’ll be your obedient slut.”

“Yes, my love, I love ümraniye escort you too. We can say it was love at first sight.”

I was starting to be very close from a climax myself as I was hard like a stick.

I helped her remove her skirt and I took her to the bedroom.

“On your four, on the bed, slut. I want to fuck you now.”

She did, with her ass close from the side of the bed. I came behind her, lowered my pants as I could not extract my cock from my pants through my zipper, and started pushing my cock in her cunt. She pushed back until I was deep inside her and started pumping in and out. As I did, I gave her her first light spanking on her ass. To my surprise, she was as eager as I was and I thought she would come again, even maybe before me.

Then it was firework in my bedroom, I came in her as she came with me. We were like 2 animals in rut.

She came and came and I came and came. Until we both collapsed on the bed.

We stayed a few minutes in each other arms, recovering.

I then said “You go down and suck my cock clean. A lot of my cum is still there mixed with yours”.

She hesitated just a fraction of a second too long. “Come on slut, I will not repeat it.”

“Yes, master, sorry master.” She went down and took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was moving around my now softer rod and she swallowed the remnants of our orgasms.

“What took you so long to obey, slave? You’ll have to be punished for that and I am going to give you a good spanking. Do you agree you deserve it?”

“Yes master, I should have obeyed right away.”

“Take your position. On your four on the floor, with your ass up in the air”. I was sitting on the side of the bed “Walk on your four and come next to me on my right side. She did and when she was in position, I let my hand go down on her ass, not too hard, but enough for her to feel it. I gave her a couple more and her ass took a nice rosy color. After a few more, her ass was quite red and she was sobbing slightly. I pulled her toward me, made her sit on my knees and kissed her gently and licked her tears.

“See, my love. I had told you have to always obey without hesitation. That will be your first lesson on obedience.”

I lowered my hand over her pussy and caressed her button. After a few moments, she started to giggle on my knees, pushing her clit against my finger harder and harder. She became wet under my finger and I thought this spanking had aroused her more that it had punished her and her breath became shorter and shorter. “Please master, I want you again.”

“Good, my slut, but this time you’ll have to work for it”. I laid down on the bed and as my cock was becoming hard again: “Come and ride my cock, slut”. She impaled herself on my cock and her hips went up and down faster and faster. “You are a real slut, you know. Are you insatiable.”

“I don’t know, master, I was never like that before. I never came more that once, but I want you so much. Please master, may I come, Please.”

“You’ll have to beg better than that, slut.” “Ah, master please take your little slave. I am yours and want you so badly. I’ll do anything you want, I belong to you. Please.”

I grabbed her hips and helped her motion up and down. I then released her, handled her breast roughly, and slapped them, not so gently. “Please, master, may I come, now?”

“Yes come for me my love”. She cried out as she collapsed on me, moaning like the slut she was.

After a few minutes, she recovered her senses, and started to cry inconsolably, sobbing hard.

“What is it, my little one? What happened?”

“Oh, master, I lied to you…”

(to be continued)

Nadezhda suspected Arkady’s intervention when she came by the restaurant and her uncle paid her in full with no argument. He said nothing about her returning to work. When Nadezhda glanced down at the check Boris had written her, she blinked, seeing an amount significantly higher than she expected.

“Your cousin wishes to repay you for… the hard work you have done for her in the past and insisted that I give you a month of her wages.”

Yep. Arkady had been around. What more could she say? “Thank you, Uncle Boris. I came here three years ago because you gave me an opportunity and it has done me well, but it is time for me to move on. I wish you the best of luck with your work and family.”

He hesitated as he looked at her. “Family is supposed to look out for family and I did that when I took you in. I am sorry certain members have not been welcoming, but it appears that you are now taken care of and my role as your guardian is over.”

“Thank you, Uncle Boris.”

“Only remember that family is family, you will always be my niece,” he said. Nadezhda had known him long enough to figure that this meant that even though she was no longer dependent on him, he was not banishing her.

“And you will always be my uncle. Dasvidaniya.”

o0o

Since she no longer had a job, Nadezhda decided to take the rest of the semester off and devote part of her time to studying languages. Ukranian was close enough to Russian that it took her little effort to learn, but she’d bought Rosetta Stone programs in Polish and Czech, which, while also Slavic, was different enough from Russian to require more of her focus. The more languages she mastered, the more valuable she would be as an interpreter or translator.

In due time she would work on learning Chinese and French, and then more, for as long as she could grasp and learn languages. And it was nice that she didn’t have to worry about work, at least for a bit of time. As a freshman, there was a fair amount of gen-ed classes she had to take, and she wanted to get the week’s homework done with. Then she’d work on some Polish for an hour or two. After that… well, Arkady had made that clear. He was coming over for dinner, and it went without saying, more.

Sometimes she would spend the night at his place, but other times, he would come here and they would play in the large, comfortable king-sized bed that he had insisted on putting in her bedroom. It was something he’d already furnished her apartment with before he’d agreed to put a stop to his gift-giving. At least it was really comfortable and she could hardly complain after spending over a year on a sofa bed which wasn’t much better than the twin bed she’d had for over a decade as a child and teenager.

She had been sincere in her expressions of gratitude for his generosity. A comfortable and clean place to live, a well-stocked pantry, a reasonable amount of money set aside. Overwhelming as she might find Arkady’s more lavish gifts, she couldn’t complain about not needing to worry about life’s basics. So she set about on her studies, barely paying any attention to the time before she heard the click of the lock on the door to her apartment as Arkady let himself in.

He never knocked. But since he was paying for it, it was one of these things she chose to not bring up. She rose from her seat to see him slide off his shoes and set his small rolling suitcase to the side. Clad in a dark gray suit and with his hair tied back nearly, Arkady looked like he’d just come from a meeting.

He smiled as she approached him before he pulled her into a hug. His hand slid down to playfully cup her rear end before she pulled back, swatting at him playfully.

“Are you hungry now?” she asked. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Something light. I don’t want a rich meal weighing us down,” he replied with a light smirk. She feigned a roll of her eyes before turning away and heading into the kitchen as Arkady settled onto the sofa. From an outside perspective, this might almost appear like a slice of American life. Guy comes home from work and his woman cooks for him while he watches TV.

She pulled out a can of tomato soup. The secret to a creamy tomato soup when using canned soup was to use milk instead of water. As she set that to cooking with a dash of garlic and basil for flavor, she set about making grilled cheese sandwiches. When Arkady saw her put the food on the dining table, he rose from the couch and took his place in one of the chairs while she sat across from him. If they ordered out, they might relax in front of the television, but Arkady insisted on sitting at the table for a home-cooked meal.

“How have your studies been going?” Arkady asked casually.

“I’ve done all the homework I can do. I’m actually a few weeks ahead in my English 101 class, so now most of my studies are on Rosetta Stone. I’ll be taking the Russian proficiency test this summer.”

“Very good,” he said approvingly.

“I certainly do earn my keep, don’t I?” she teased.

“In more ways tuzla escort than one.” His eyes gleamed with pent-up desire. She did not doubt that he fantasized about what he might do with her during his meetings, or whatever other business he did as part of his job for the Volga Group. Not that she could judge. She certainly had her own daydreams of him…

He didn’t jump into sex after dinner, to her surprise, instead choosing to watch an episode of Star Trek. They’d been marathoning the original series a few episodes at a time.

“Come sit with me,” he said, patting the area next to him on the couch, reclining comfortably on the cushions. She obeyed, feeling her body thrill as it came into contact with his own. His hand slid down her back, hip, and rear end, feeling out what he was already familiar with. Through the episode, he would stroke or squeeze various parts of her anatomy, and she squirmed around in anticipation, impatient for the ending of the show before his hand slid between her legs, slowly rubbing her through the fabric of her lounge pants.

She twisted against him, placing her hand on his chest, feeling the intake of breath. Her other hand groped downward, but he stopped her before she could make it to her destination, and she gave out a small whine.

“I let you have your way last time. Tonight, you are mine,” he growled softly into her ear as he pulled her onto his lap. Last time pranced blissfully through her mind; the very satisfying cunnilingus he’d given her, and the ease with which he lay back and let her work herself on his cock, twisting and gyrating as she would, savoring the delicious fullness of him.

“That smile tells me of how you remember that night…” Arkady said with a knowing smirk.

“I didn’t hear any complaints,” she reminded him.

“There was nothing to complain about love, but tonight, I am in charge. And I have something in mind…” He reached down to rub her groin again, and she arched against him as he kissed the side of her neck. She pressed herself against him, hoping to encourage him to speed things up by signaling her eagerness.

“Arkady…”

“Ty khochesh’ moy chlen vnutri sebya, ne tak li,” he teased. You want my cock inside of you, don’t you?

“Blya da,” she moaned. Fuck, yes.

“Tyazhelo i gluboko vdavlivat’ v tebya.” Pushing into you hard and deep.

“Pozhaluysta da da!” Please, yes, yes.

“Ty moya, Nadezhda.” You are mine, Nadezhda.

“Da, Arkady. Pozhaluysta, voz’mi menya seychas.” Yes, Arkady. Please take me now.

“Moya lyubov’. Vy tak milo sprashivayete.” My love. You ask so sweetly. He reached up to caress the side of her face before he rose to his feet. “YA dam tebe sebya … v svoye vremya.” I shall give you myself… in due time.

He staked over to his suitcase, tugging at a zipper before pulling out what resembled a bag from a high-end store.

It’d been nearly a month since that night he’d blindfolded and tied her up. He had not broached the subject since, and she wasn’t sure if this meant that he had given up on these sorts of games. She’d been hesitant to ask him about it as well, not sure of what that might lead to. She hated to admit it, but she was a bit curious about playing more games with him. He’d piqued her curiosity with his short lecture about power.

What was in that bag? She gulped nervously and looked up at him as he approached her, sitting down and placing the bag on the coffee table.

“Remember when we talked about trust?” he asked.

“Um. Yes.”

“Keep that in mind when you see what is in this bag.”

“Oh dear,” she whispered.

He reached into the bag and pulled out… oh my god, handcuffs. Fucking handcuffs! So this month’s good behavior had been to lull her into a sense of false security. Was that why he’d backed off so quickly?

“-you can get out of them,” she heard him say. She blinked and looked at the shiny metal dangling before her. He lifted a hand, pressing something on the side of the cuff, and it snapped open. “No keys needed.”

“… Oh?” Well. That would be easier to deal with. She just didn’t like the idea of being rendered completely helpless, but if she had an out…

She took the cuffs from him, examining them and pressing the small lever after closing the cuff. It snapped open just as easily as it had the first time. She looked him in the eyes.

“Is the sight of me bound really that much of a turn-on to you?” she asked.

He smirked slowly. “I am a man who likes to feel in power. While I am happy to let you have your way with me sometimes, there are other times where I am in a… mood.” He pulled another set of cuffs out of the bag. “The posts on your bed are about to be put to very good use.”

“I’m not a business rival to bring down,” she argued gently. “You don’t need to be so dominant with me. I thought you were enjoying what we already do.”

He stared at her for several moments. “I will not lie. I do have certain tastes. And yes, pendik escort something that excites me is the thought of you bound for my pleasure. I know it sounds like a male domination fantasy.” He shrugged. “That that kind of fantasy means I disrespect women or like seeing them degraded or abused. Nothing could be further from the truth, my little tsaritsa.”

She looked back down at the cuffs, tracing her finger along the rounded edge.

“Please trust me,” she heard him say. She looked back at him, feeling his thumb stroke her cheek. She imagined how the metal would feel around her wrists, and how she might look to him.

“Very well,” she conceded, wondering what might come of this.

“Come.” He stood up and offered her his hand. She took it.

o0o

Arkady was all too aware of the hungry flesh twitching between his legs as he watched Nadezhda divest herself of her clothing. He’d been busy the last few days and found plenty enough to occupy himself with – his value to the Volga Group was well-earned – but when he lay in bed alone at the luxury hotel he was staying in, his thoughts wandered over to Nadezhda.

Some men would have made use of services that the hotel discreetly offered, but now that Arkady had his relationship with Nadezhda, the thought of bringing another woman to his bed, even on the most casual of terms, did not excite him.

Nadezhda did not know it, but she had him practically wrapped around her little finger. He felt his pulse quicken – again – as she pulled the tank top off over her head, revealing nipples that looked so hard they seemed to beg to be pinched and rolled.

Oh, he would fuck her and fuck her well, but first, he would have her gasping and begging for him. She might be his little tsaritsa, but he and he alone was the mighty tsar, master of his domain and all within it, including this exquisite woman.

“Leave on your panties,” he commanded as she started to shimmy out of her pants. She had on a pair of dark green bikini briefs hemmed with lighter green.

“Get on the bed,” he instructed as he flexed his fingers, feeling the metal against his palm. She slid onto the bed, eyes on him as she positioned herself so that her head lay near the headboard. He approached the side of the bed, taking hold of her wrist and clicking the cuff around it before attaching the other end to the sturdy wooden frame. Her eyes followed him as he made his way around the bed to the other side, and he stood back for a moment, eyeing his work. The handcuffs had enough slack that she could rest her elbows on the pillows if need be.

“Taking one in for the spank bank, hm?” she asked, peering at him from below the dark locks that cascaded down one side of her face. In defiant response, he reached down, his hand rubbing a slow circle against his groin. God, he did want to ravish her.

His little tsaritsa was also his captive. How often had he dreamed of seeing this particular scenario? Nadezhda in chains, waiting for him to rescue – or release – her. Keeping his eyes on her, he leaned down to put his bag onto Nadezhda’s chest. The handcuffs had not been the only thing the bag contained.

With a quiet rustle of the thick paper that made up the bag, he pulled out several candles. Two were scented, and two were plain tapered candles, such as one might see in a dining room setting.

“Would you prefer apple spice or citrus and sandalwood?” he asked, holding up the short, stout candles.

“I think the apple.”

He nodded and lit it, setting it down on the nightstand before going across the room to turn off the overhead light.

He allowed a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness before he brought one of the tapered candles forward, rolling it in his hands and allowing her to get a good look at it. He’d given much thought to the color, and in the end, decided to go for black. White looked like semen, and red resembled blood. Both could actually look nice, but Arkady made the best choice, in his opinion, for introducing Nadezhda to this.

“I have given much thought to what sort of things you might enjoy. I’ve listened to what you say, and how you react to certain stimuli,” he said conversationally. “I know you like heat. So I think that you may enjoy this.”

“You… want to drip hot wax on me?” she asked.

“Da,” he deadpanned. Yes.

She stared at him for a moment, biting her lower lip, obviously deep in thought. She opened her mouth before stopping herself. Silently, he lit the candle before setting down the lighter. Still, she said nothing, not even the safeword.

The light from the candles flickered along her body, casting her nipples in sharp relief against her breasts.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. She shifted before he sat down at her side, holding the candle carefully. She watched him, her gaze shadowed even as the light danced across her face. He lowered his hand over her torso, waiting for a word of protest.

Slowly, he tipped maltepe escort the candle over her stomach, seeing the black spot on her fair skin. She shuddered, and he righted the candle as he studied her face. Music played quietly in the background as the scent of apple and cinnamon wafted through the room. The oils in the candle were carefully balanced so that its aroma did not overwhelm the room as many cheaper ones did.

He tilted the candle again, forming another spot that was nearly touching the first one. Her abs tightened a bit, and Arkady did not miss how she looked away, eyes closed as she tried to process what she was going through and her enjoyment of it.

He tilted several more times, forming a loose chain of wax drops that arced above her navel.

“It would appear that I was correct, my dear. You seem to be taking well to this.”

Her eyes flashed open and she looked at him defiantly. He smirked and dripped another on her.

“I don’t know why it feels so good.”

“I could make a remark about you being full of fire, but I think it’s more your tolerance of heat. Burns don’t seem to faze you, so…” Another drop. Though Nadezhda did use oven mitts or potholders as needed, he noticed that she seemed to have an easier time handling hot things bare-handed. The year before, when he’d noticed her bandaged arm one day at the restaurant, she had shrugged it off. Though that could be more because of her previous antipathy towards him, but it had all worked out in the end, hadn’t it?

“Shall I continue?” he asked. After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded. This time he made his trail upward. When a drop of hot wax hit her aureola, Nadezhda let out a small whimper. Her fingers wrapped around the upper rung of the bed.

“Is this making you wet?” he demanded as he dropped another.

“I was already wet,” she managed to retort. He chuckled softly.

“Well then, is this making you any wetter?”

“… Yes.”

“Do you see what happens when you allow yourself to trust me?” he asked in a gentler tone.

“Hmph..” She bit back a snort, looking away again. Hmm. Not quite ready to give in, but he was making headway.

He placed several more drops around one breast before moving to the other nipple leaving behind the illusion that he had dripped ink along her breasts and stomach. As he did, he paid close attention to her movements and facial expressions.

“There is no need to be shy, love.” With his other hand, he reached to caress her face. “I am happy to do something you enjoy.” He led the tip of the candle over the valley between her breasts. Slowly, she turned her face forward, watching him. He looked back at her as he made a trail down her navel, stopping short of her panties. With his free hand, he reached down, gratified to feel moisture after applying pressure to the thin cotton.

He’d been semi-hard through this, but able to distract himself with teasing her with the candle. But now, feeling her heat under his hand… Her moan met his ears as he felt her thighs close around his hand.

“You are ready to be fucked, yes?” he asked.

He could feel the heat in her gaze as she nodded fervently. Lifting the candle to his lips, his handsome face was illuminated before her for a couple of stark moments before he blew it out and set it next to the other one. With fluid movements, he undid his tie before opening his shirt as she watched. He tugged off his socks and slid out of his pants, staring down at her as the candlelight danced across his muscled form and the bulge in his dark jockey shorts.

With deft motions – and lingering caresses – he peeled the wax off her body, applying kisses to the pink and slightly swollen areas.

“Arkady…” she sighed, arching her back as he took her nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. He ran his hands along her hips and sides, luxuriating in her presence before hooking his fingers into her panties, tugging them off her in two swift tugs. He pushed her knees apart and tested her with a finger, finding damp curls and slick flesh. He knew exactly what would happen when he slid himself inside of her.

Bliss and ecstasy, that was what. Balls deep inside of her, with the sight, feel, scent, and taste of her assaulting his senses. He wasted no time in pulling his underwear off, positioning himself above her, feeling his balls tighten at the feel of her eager flesh against the tip of his erection.

He bore down and heard her gasp softly as she arched upward, hot tightness opening before him. She lifted her knees, and he plowed into her, hips snapping back and forth as he plunged within her, losing himself in the ecstasy of his union with this dark-haired angel. His name was called out several times in increasing volume before he rode along on the wave of pleasure that overcame him.

Her quiet pants filled his ears as he floated down from his climax, and he felt her breasts against his chest as he leaned down to bury his head against her shoulder.

“Nadezhda.” He hooked an arm under her back, remaining within her as he shifted around, shuddering at the pleasurable friction between their bodies. “My love.”

Finally, he pulled out and sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her as his hand ran along her thigh, rubbing it. She shifted, exposing more of her thigh, and he took the cue, his palm sliding along the warm skin.

Lisa sat on the couch watching TV. Ring, Ring, she hears the phone. She answers, not really in the mood to talk to anyone “Hello?”

There is a silence on the other end, just as she is about to hang up “Hello Slave, how are you?”

“I am OK, Sir,” she says nervously.

“Have you been expecting my call?”

“Yes Sir,” she replies very softly.

“Are you going to cooperate?” he says in that firm, confident voice of his.

“I am not sure, this whole thing scares me,” she says hearing her voice crack.

“Well this is the deal slave! I have ten more very good pictures of you from our last meeting, each time you serve me to my satisfaction, I will give you two pictures back.”

“With the last two pictures, I will give you the negatives as well, and you won’t hear from me again.” “That is unless you want to, slave.”

“If you don’t cooperate, I will send the pictures to your family, friends, and your husband.”

“Now I will ask you one more time, ARE YOU GOING TO COOPERATE!” his voice changes, becoming very strong and controlling.

Lisa thinks about her options. She really has none, if anyone were to see those pictures she would just die. She knows that she has no other alternative. “Yes, Sir,” she says very softly.

“That’s better! I want you to meet me behind the 7 eleven at eight o’clock, where we dropped you off last time. Dress sexy, do your hair and makeup, I want you to look beautiful for me.”

“Yes sir.”

“Oh and slave, no bra or panties, and wear a dress. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she replies very nervously. Click….

Lisa sits there listening to the dial tone in a daze. She can’t believe the situation she has gotten herself into. She is at this man’s mercy.

Lisa knows that he has complete control of her and can do whatever he wants with her. What will he do to me, she wonders? The thoughts scare her, but she feels that familiar stirring between her legs.

She knew that her husband would be working late so she should have no problem getting out of the house. What would he think if he found out what she was doing? He could never find out.

She looks at the clock, its almost seven, and she has to hurry. She quickly takes a shower; the urge to touch herself is almost unbearable. She hurriedly fixes her hair and makeup.

She looked through her clothes for a dress. What kind of dress, I am sure it is not a formal occasion, she thinks. Finally she decides on a sundress that, she knew her husband loved and so maybe her new Master will be pleased as well.

As she grabs her purse and walks to the car, she feels as though her stomach is in knots. She is so nervous. She realizes that the dress she has chosen is very short and she feels almost naked without a bra and panties. As she sits in the car she can feel the dampness between her thighs.

She drives to the 7 eleven, constantly wondering what was going to happen, what will he do to her or have her do. Why does this have to be happening? Her mind races with fear and anticipation.

The last time this happened it was scary but somehow easier because it all happened so fast and she didn’t have any say in it. Now she had to go almost willingly, almost giving herself to this man’s desires. She pulls into the 7 eleven parking lot, gets out and locks the car.

As she walked behind the 7 eleven she feels almost faint. Her stomach turning, her legs feel weak. Rounding the corner she sees a black van with tinted windows parked in the alley. Lisa approaches the van slowly, cautiously.

She hears the voice of her new Master from the front seat “Turn around, face the wall, and close your eyes.”

“Yes sir,” she says as she follows his commands. She knows better than to move to slow or ask questions. She had learned that from the paddle last time.

“You look good slave. I like the dress.”

“Thank you sir,” she whispers.

“I am glad to see that you are on time and that you are ready to cooperate.”

“Now, bend over and place your hands on the wall!”

“Yes sir,” thoughts racing through her mind. What is he going to do, please not the paddle? I have done everything he wanted.

“With your right hand lift your dress over your ass and leave it there!”

“Sir, what if someone is watching?”

“Then they will get a good show, now do what I say or I will have to get the paddle!”

“Yes sir.” She replies and slowly lifts the dress exposing herself to anyone that could be around. She squeezes her eyes closed tightly hoping that no one was watching.

“Very good slave.” She jumps as she feels his hand touch her pussy, softly rubbing her outer lips as his finger searches for her clit.

“You are very wet slave. Do you like me touching you like this?”

“Yes sir,” she says telling the truth. It does feel good and the fact of being so exposed in a public place, not knowing if anyone can see, makes it so very hot.

She suddenly feels him pull on her clit ring. “What do we have here? I knew that you were şişli escort a slut but this is more than I expected. I bet you will like this,” he says as he starts to tug slightly and rub her clit ring in circles almost driving her crazy. She moans loudly as he plays with her clit.

“Good, now stand up slave!”

“Yes sir,” escapes her moaning as she hurries to follow his order. She could feel a hand on her head and then realizes that she is again being blindfolded.

“It’s time to go,we have a lot to do,” he says.

She is then put in the back of the van and felt it start to drive away. Where are we going, what did he mean a lot to do? The ride was agonizingly quiet which made it seem so long.

She wonders what was next, what would happen. She feels so scared, and so hot at the same time. Just then the van comes to a stop and the engine shuts off. Lisa’s heart begins to race as she hears the side door being opened. “Get out!”

“Yes sir.” He guides her down a walkway and through a door. She knows that she is inside now. Can this be the same place as last time?

“Stop here!” he says. She can hear movement around her and muffled voices in the background. Her heart is beating about a mile a minute as she realizes that there are more people here.

“Now take off your dress!” her orders.

“Yes sir,” she says and slowly reaches for the bottom of her dress. As she pulls it up all she can think about is the other people in the room. She wonders how many people are watching. How many strangers are looking at her naked body? What is going to happen?

“Good slave! I GIVE YOU THE NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENT,” he says loudly and obviously not to her. Suddenly she hears clapping from what must be a lot of people.

Lisa’s heart sinks, and her stomach tightens. What does he mean entertainment? “THIS LITTLE SLUT WILL BE SERVING US TONIGHT AND WILL DO WHATEVER SHE IS TOLD” he says loudly.

“Touch your tits slave!” he says, obviously showing off for the crowd.

“Yes sir,” she says as she starts to move her hands to her nipples. She rubs slowly as her mind races about what is going on. Her knees feel weak, it is almost hard to stand, and her pussy feels like it is on fire.

“Good now show us your piercing!” Her hands slowly move to her pussy, “Spread it open for us.”

She can’t believe this is happening, that she is actually going to spread her pussy and show her clit ring to a group of strangers that she can’t even see. Lisa stops; she can’t do it, not like this. It is just too much.

“Sir, please don’t make me do this.”

“What did I say slave?” he replies in a harsh tone.

“But Sir, please,” she begs him.

“I GUESS SHE STILL NEEDS SOME TRAINING!” she hears him say to the group. She feels him grab her and turn her around. He pushes her down onto something. She feels more hands as her legs are spread and her ankles bound.

Her hands are pulled out in front of her and they too are tied. She can feel her tits being pulled through something, and a belt fastened around her waist pulling her stomach down and pushing her ass up.

Lisa then realizes that she is bent over, and bound to what feels like a table, with her ass held up high, her back arched, and her tits hanging through holes in the table. She feels so exposed, so totally helpless.

“Please don’t hurt me Sir, I will be good, I promise,” she sobs.

“It’s to late for that slave, you have to be taught disciple and respect. WHAT SHOULD WE DO WITH OUR LITTLE SLUT?” he asks the group.

“Spank her,Spank her,” she hears voices yelling, as she braces herself for the inevitable.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! She screams out from the shock and sting of the blows. She immediately recognizes the feel of his paddle. She begins to wish she had shown them her clit ring like he asked.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! The painful rhythm starts again. Her ass is on fire, it stings badly but she begins to feel the swelling of an orgasm building in her now so exposed pussy.

“Spank her pussy,” she hears from the crowd.

“Sir, please, don’t!” she cries. Deep inside wondering what it would feel like.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Just like that her wondering ceases as she feels the paddle land perfectly on her exposed pussy. She pulls and struggles against her restraint to no avail.

Lisa tries to move her hips to hide her stinging, fragile pussy from her Masters paddle, but finds that she is tied perfectly.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! She screams out loudly as the paddle again strikes her delicate inner lips and clit. She can feel her own juices flowing like a river onto her thighs. Her pussy feels like it is on fire, she can feel it swelling.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! She moans out loudly as her orgasm is released. “Thank you Sir,” she screams almost unbelievably. Again she hears applause from the crowd that snaps her back to the reality of her situation.

“Now that’s better,” her Master says almost gloating at his work. “Did tuzla escort you enjoy that, Slave?”

“Yes, sir” she whispers softly.

“Louder Slave, tell everyone!”

“I liked you spanking my pussy, Sir,” she says loudly.

“Good, now what should I do with you slave?” he says smugly. She knows what she wants, but she doesn’t want to say it, she won’t say it.

“Whatever you want, Sir” she replies testing his reaction.

“I know I can do whatever I want slave, I want to know what you think I should do with you.” he says obviously not taking the bait.

Lisa can’t believe what she is about to say, “Fuck me, Sir” she softly says to her new master.

“What was that? Say it so we all can hear you,” he says so confidently.

“I want you to fuck me, Sir” she shouts out.

Again the horrible sound of applause rings through her ears. “SHE WANTS TO BE FUCKED!” he says to the crowd laughing. “I will fuck you if you earn it slave!”

She can feel the desire flowing through her body, the quivering of her pussy; she needs a cock deep inside her.

“First I am going to give everyone here a chance to punish you for not following orders and wasting our valuable time. ANYONE WHO WANT TO SPANK THIS SLUT COME UP HERE,” he says to the group.

“Please sir, I am sorry, I will be good. I promise!” she sobs, begging him not to do this.

“You must learn what it means to be a good slave!” he says laughingly.

She again struggles, but she is tied to tight. She knows that she has no choice but to take whatever is coming.

Lisa takes a deep breath as she hears the voices and movement behind her. She doesn’t even care about the view they have of her body. She just thinks of the paddle.

SMACK, SMACK, “How do you like that slave?” a strange voice says.

“Please don’t.” she begs.

SMACK, SMACK, she feels her ass starting to sting and burn.

SMACK, SMACK, she squirms and wiggle as the strikes of the paddle hit her soaking wet pussy this time. She screams out “Please, I will be good, please stop!”

SMACK, SMACK, she gasps, as the paddle-wielding strangers seem to aim for her delicate pussy. She again begins to beg but she is stopped as a cock is rammed into her mouth. She struggles to move her head but can’t, so she tries to get use to the size of this cock.

SMACK, SMACK, she feels her pussy swell and sting badly as the cock continues to move in and out, assaulting her mouth. Lisa starts to grow use to its size and taste. She slowly learns to relax her mouth as this strange cock fucks her face.

SMACK, SMACK, her pussy stings so bad, but she feels so wet and hot. She can’t believe that she could be enjoying this. Lisa starts to taste the pre-cum in her mouth as the rhythm is increased. She knows that soon he will cum.

SMACK, SMACK, she whimpers in pain, her pussy hurts from the assault of the paddle. She starts to suck wildly, trying to get her reward as she feels his cock become rock hard and start to quiver.

SMACK, SMACK, she screams out in pain and pleasure and is surprised as the cock in her mouth starts to cum hard. She struggles to swallow his juices as fast as she can, trying not to choke as he pushes hard into her mouth. He slowly pulls out and she gasps for a breath.

“Not bad slave. Maybe I will let you have your wish,” her Master says smugly.

“Thank you Sir, I want you inside me,” she says softly. Lisa is back to that total feeling of lust; she doesn’t care about the people or anything as long as she gets a cock.

“I didn’t say me slave, you don’t deserve my cock yet. ANYONE THAT WANTS TO FUCK THIS SLAVE COME UP,” he says aloud. She can’t believe this. She is now about to be fucked, but by who, how many, how long.

She knows that she has no choice and her pussy is on fire from the spanking and the mouth fucking she just got. She can again hear the movement behind her, men talking, laughing, making comments about her body.

Without warning she feels a hard cock enter her, slamming deep into her pussy. He starts to fuck fast and hard, slamming into her sore, swollen pussy. She starts to moan loudly from the pleasure.

The feeling of being tied and fucked so roughly is sending her over the edge. Lisa’s pussy still stings from the paddle, making her clit much more sensitive.

“Yes, Yes, fuck me,” she screams out in pleasure. She can feel him pull out leaving her empty but only for a second as another cock fills the void of the last. This one is longer, but thinner.

The new man works in long, smooth strokes. Just then she feels a splash on her face. She can hear a voice say “swallow my cum slave!”

She opens her mouth and feels another splash on her tongue. The cock in her pussy continues the smooth strokes as her second orgasm builds.

She can feel his pace starting to speed up and get harder; she knows he is about to cum. Again this one pulls out to be replaced by another, and again the man moves to her face for her pendik escort to taste his load.

The new cock in her pussy wasn’t very long but was extremely thick. She can feel her pussy being stretched with each stroke.

Lisa screams out in pleasure as she starts to cum herself. Her second orgasm feels much harder than the first and she starts to feel light headed, almost in a daze.

The thick cock continues to work its magic on her stretched pussy as she moans in ecstasy from the powerful orgasm she is experiencing. Again the cock pulls out to be replaced by another, and again she feels cum splash on her face and tongue.

She loses herself in the lust of it all, the pure unrelenting pleasure of what seems like a continuous orgasm.

When they finally stop fucking she has lost count. She knows that she has taken at least 7 cocks and they’re cum, but it could be more. Her pussy is sore and her arms and legs ache from the position she is bound in.

Lisa just lays there, at the mercy of her Master. A toy to be used however he pleases and she doesn’t care anymore. This is the most sexually satisfied she has ever been and she loves it.

Lisa again feels hands starting to untie her feet, unbuckling the belt holding her down, and finally releasing her hands. She feels weak; she again finds it hard to stand.

“Stand up slave, and turn around,” her Master says. She turns, now facing the sounds of the crowd.

She begins to wonder if it is over. How many people are looking at her? How many have been watcheing these men gang bang her, while she begs for it.

“I TOLD YOU SHE WAS A GOOD SLAVE!” she hears him say, and again the applause of the crowd. “Now lets see what you have learned.”

“Spread your pussy and show us your clit ring!” he orders.

“Yes sir,” is all she can say as she moves her hands down and slowly spreads her sore pussy lips as she is told.

Lisa can feel a pull and hear a click on her clit ring. Again, the crowd laughs and then claps. She starts to feel a constant pressure pulling on her clit ring and then a tug as she realizes he has attached a leash or something to it.

She feels a hard pull that hurts and she moves forward as he leads her around on a leash by her clit ring. Lisa starts to feel a stirring again in her so well used pussy that this leash is causing. Then a sudden tug down and she drops to her knees from the pain.

“This is your new leash, slave. How do you like it?” he says very confidently.

“I like it sir, it feels good,” she says almost without thinking.

“I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE SHOW, BUT IT’S TIME FOR ME TO TAKE HER INTO THE OTHER ROOM.” She hears another applause, then the tug of her new leash, she stands and follows obediently. She can feel herself being led through the house.

She begins to wonder how many people are watching this display. She feels so embarrassed by this but she is convinced that it is better than the paddle.

She can hear the voices and music as she enters the next room. She starts to slow down only to feel a painful tug on the leash as she is led around a room full of strangers.

She can feel hands touching her all over. People grabbing and feeling her breasts, her ass, and when her master stops, she is suprised by fingers entering her pussy.

She can hear her Master making small talk with his guest as he moves around the room. All she can do is stand there and take it as she is felt up and probed over, and over again by these strangers.

She again feels the now familiar tug of the leash and starts to follow. Her legs bump into a table, “Crawl up and bend over, slave!”

“Yes sir,” she says as she crawls on what felt like a coffee table. Put your tit down on the table and stick your pussy high in the air!” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” she says trying to be good, but scared of what is next.

Again the hands, the probing of her pussy by countless fingers, one guy even pulled his fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth, making her lick them clean.

She jumps and whimpers as she feels a finger pull out of her pussy and plunge deep in her ass. She had hoped that this wouldn’t happen.

No one has touched her tight asshole before this. His finger probe in and out roughly. Then they are gone and, again the tug of the leash. Lisa quickly crawls off the table and follows obediently.

She can hear the door open and feel the cold air of the night. “I think you have had enough for one night slave,” her Master says almost compassionately.

She hears the side door of the van open and then a tug of the leash and she crawls in. The van starts and pulls off.

She can still feel the weight of the leash on her clit ring. She begins to wonder about her dress but dare not to ask. “Next time, I assume that you will be more obedient slave.”

“Yes sir,” she replies softly.

“You did fine, but you still have to learn that while you serve me, your body is mine to do with as I please. You do understand now, don’t you slave?” he asks almost knowingly.

“Yes, sir, I understand. “I will do whatever I am told,” Lisa says almost defying her own thoughts.

“Good girl,” The van stops and the door opens and once again the tug of the leash. She crawls out into the night; the concrete cold on her feet. She feels so very exposed and wonders where she is.

In the beginning, Eli took special care to make me tremble. He knew the medical wrap bonding my wrists set alarms off inside me, scrambling my nerves and heightening my flight-or-fight response.

“What a strange little thing you are. The way this makes you shake all frightened.” He unraveled the self-adhesive wrap around my wrists. “And my hand,” He placed his palm against my cheek, “Striking your face makes you want.”

“I’m not scared.” I whispered, my voice betraying me to his delight. I felt the heat simmering from his desire, stoked by my anxiety.

“Good. Fear spoils the meat.” His fingertips trailed my face as though trying to memorize the details. Touch traveled down my temple to the peaks of my cheekbones.

When Eli waxes poetic, he’ll marvel at my helplessness beneath him.

“There is something so obscene about slapping a pretty face.” He remarked once. It was meant to be a compliment. It wouldn’t do to woo me without inciting a surge of fretfulness.

His touch learned the contour of my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lips. They parted for him as he probed into my mouth, letting a single syllable drop low in register from his throat.

“Suck.”

His thumb pressed down on my tongue as he studied my face, bathed in amber tones from the candles I clustered thoughtfully on the bureau and nightstand in anticipation of his visit. I felt a prick of self consciousness about them- a silly gesture, as though the night would be filled with love making and romance.

I accepted his thumb like he’s offering his cock to my mouth, teasing it the way I would if he was threatening to fuck my throat. The anchor of this thumb inside my mouth turned my face to profile. He watched my cheeks hollow out and his fingers grazed the skin of my neck, tracing down to my collar bone. He exhaled, as though he carried something heavy, a groan that implied suffering.

“Open your mouth” He encouraged, poking inside, hooking my canine in the pad of his thumb and wrenching my mouth open. He peered inside, studying the pristine bones with one exploratory digit and it invites a cagey feeling, like I was a large cat in a zoo having its teeth checked. I bit down on his thumb and he cursed, I expected him to pull his hands away but he looked down at me patiently, waiting for me to release him. I slowly relaxed my jaw. His handsome face held, more amusement than irritation. His cool demeanor set me reeling.

“I’m sorry.” I offered for my temporary lapse of insanity.

“What are you sorry for?” He seemed delighted with that fact that beneath him I’m quailing.

“I bit you.” I clarified, feeling silly. “I’m sorry I bit you.”

“You don’t like being on display? Don’t like being inspected?” He asked, yanking the strap of my bra over my shoulder. He tore at the cup, pulling my breast out to the cool air. Pawing at the meat of my tit, my nipple hardened at his touch. His fingers lingered for a moment to pinch at it before making quick work of the other strap, pulling my bra beneath my breasts. I let out small yowls of protest at his roughness.

“You like being treated like a piece of meat.” He stated, leaning down to take my left nipple between his teeth, reveling in my conciliatory mewlings. He trapped the small nub between his teeth and pulled back, letting the weight of my breast and gravity aid in my torture. My back arched, my body pushing closer to him, trying to alleviate some of the pain. Finally releasing, he pushed his fingers up against my panties, the last meager barrier of protection against him.

He whispered mockingly, “Sorry I bit you.” as I caught my breath, his rhythmic rubbing of my clit through the scrap of delicate fabric making my hips jolt up to meet him.

“You’re a bad girl.” He admonished, and my breath caught in my throat as he reached down to bite my neck, bearing down on the sensitive flesh.

“Yes.” I conceded, prickling to appease him.

“Such a bad little thing. Doesn’t know how to behave.” He pulled his hand back and slapped the damp fabric of my panties. My need mounted fiercely, a bright peak of desire inside me.

“You never learn, do you?” He slapped me again, hard.

“I’m sorry.” I gasped.

“You will be.” He spat, pulling off of me and kneeling on the bed before me, grabbing my bound wrists and unraveled the restraint.

Laying there on my back, I felt an ache- wishing for his weight on top of me once more. Fingers working quickly, he threaded his grip around my ankles and pulled me lower on the bed, easily folded my legs back, grabbed at my panties, and roughly dragged them off of me. I tried to calm the alarms sounding in my mind clashing with the desire warring inside me. I ignored the compulsion to pull my legs together to protect myself.

“Stay just like that.” His tone unwavering. “You keep those spread.” For good measure he slapped at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I gritted my teeth, waiting as Eli quickly unbuckled his belt and in a fluid motion, pulled the leather through the loops maltepe escort of his jeans. He doubled it over and paused before swatting at me.

“You’re going to show me what a sorry little slut you are.”

I tempered my breathing, heart beating wildly, waiting for him to strike. He took my hand and pushed his belt into my grip. I searched his face uncomprehending, then all at once I realized what he wanted.

“Eli, please.”

“Please what?” He pushed back. “You like being punished so much, show me how sorry you are.”

“I . . .no.” I shook my head. ” I can’t do that.”

“Do you want to cum for me tonight?”

“Yes.”

Conflict surged in me. I was excited. I could feel myself begin to drip onto the bed sheets beneath me and the heat of the embarrassment on my face. I hit a wall where I wanted to do as he asked, but couldn’t act. That last stitch of resolve remained stubborn. I clung to it, frightened that once it dissolved I might do anything he asked.

“Here, let’s start with one on your left thigh.” He tapped where he wanted me to aim, his tone shifting, seeming to acknowledge my nerves.

I arranged my grip on his belt, testing the way it felt to swing it a little, feeling its heavy heft in my hand.

“Right here.” He urged, pulling back to watch.

I swung the belt down onto my thigh.

“Was that so bad?” he smirked.

“No.” I admitted

“You make things so much harder than they have to be, don’t you?”

I blushed, unable to defend myself.

“Tell me, what was that pain, one out of ten? A “two” maybe? A “three”?”

“Two.” I confirmed.

“Try a ‘four’ on your right thigh. Then alternate between them.” He counseled, nodding in approval as I brought the belt down on my inner thigh and felt him run his fingers over the light sting. He moved his hand away and nodded in encouragement as I brought the belt down, alternating between my thighs. I felt the sting grow more pronounced as I continued on. That smarting pendulous motion became easier as the embarrassment of the act faded.

“Now right here.” He lowered his hand to rub over my wet, exposed pussy. I arched at his gentle touch, fighting the urge to beg for more of his fingers against me. He groaned a little at the feel of my parting flesh under his fingers. “Right here.” He repeated, retreating.

I closed my eyes and brought the belt down between my legs, letting out a gasp at the bright, stirring sting.

“What was that on a scale of one to ten?”

“Hmmph.” The pout was genuine, but I stalled under his impatient look. “Five.”

“Five out of ten isn’t quite a punishment. A little harder.”

A whine escaped, feeling the hard sting of his leather belt catching on my sensitive clit.

“There. That’s where I want you hovering. Right there. Six?” He searched my eyes, brushing my hair out of my face.

“Yes. I think so.” I mewled.

“You keep it right there. You can do it harder but don’t you dare go beneath a six.”

“Eli, please!” I begged.

“You love it you dripping little mess. Now, do as you’re told.”

Despite the humiliation I felt under his intent look, I could feel an undeniable pleasure-pain growing. His hand reached out, rubbing the underside of my thigh, as though he were trying to soothe an anxious animal. I quickly found a rhythm, slapping my exposed pussy, punctuating the painful strokes with a symphony- sighs of sublime suffering.

I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans. The dark denim contrasted with his skin. I admired him, in that moment, the lean lines of his body and the strength to his presence. There were moments where I saw him in his entirety, like I was looking at him for the first time, and felt this giddy flush of magnetic attraction to him. He pulled his hard cock out, gripping his shaft and jerking it off. He had this wolfish intensity about him, energy absorbed in watching me. Trapped in his stare, I reminded myself that I trusted him.

“Again.” He urged. “Again.” His voice was pure lust, he could’ve been calling “Encore!”

“Eli?” I felt a strange panic at the pleasure blossoming. The steady rhythm of mixed sensations made me twist my hips, feeling myself grow closer to the edge.

“Oh fuck.” He rasped. “You’re going to cum like this.” He groaned low from the back of his throat, his hand moving faster on his cock.

“But I don’t want to.” I whimpered.

“Don’t you dare stop!” he spoke through his teeth.

“Please, please fuck me?” I felt trapped there, sustained in that transient state. I needed something, just an inch of friction would be enough to push me over the edge.

“Not yet.” He pressed. “Hurt yourself for me, Sasha. Bruise your sweet little clit.”

My eyes shut tight as I swung the leather back and felt a searing hurt wake me up a little through my lust. I could feel myself grow accustomed to it, pushing through a thin barrier of what I wanted over what I thought manavgat escort I could handle.

“You can take more.” he encouraged, “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? Cum. Because I want it. Because I told you to.” His voice grew tight.

“I can’t.” My eyes screwed shut in pleasure, feeling my clit pulse. It didn’t feel like pain anymore, not exactly. The pressure and sensation burgeoning, flourished and overwhelmed me. My hips rocked, established in the pattern. The pattern made for an unstoppable force blooming and forcing me to acknowledge it.

I looked up at him, feeling panicked-on the cusp, overflowing with pleasure.

“Listen.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Listen to me! You think you can’t cum like this, but you can. You will.” He locked eyes with me with such ardor that it almost made me look away, like looking directly at the sun. “Ignore the part of you that is scared, the part of you that’s saying you can’t.”

Eyes locked on his, I was in awe of his intensity, his certainty. His conviction held me captive, it was a kind of sexual Stockholm syndrome. Despite my doubts, I began to let go of my trepidations and believed him.

“You’re mine, do you understand? Say it. Say you belong to me.”

“Yours. . . I’m . . . I’m yours.” I felt myself teetering at the edge of something unknowable.

“Damn right you are. Now cum for me!”

I could feel the cry that escaped leaving my throat, something animalistic and raw. A dam burst and I sobbed with pleasure, my eyes shut, unable to look at him. I went blind for a moment, my body trying to make sense of the intensity. Senses awakened to a hyper-sensitive state.

Eli moved in over me, pulling the belt from my hand and tossing it aside, swiftly pushed the full length of his hard cock inside me. There was always just an ounce of pain at first from the thickness of the head of his cock making room for itself inside me, and that twitch of pleasure that tugged at his lips for making me wince.

“That’s it.” His hands gripped my hips, pulling me harder onto his girth and making me cry out again. “Keep on cumming for me, cum on my cock!” He pumped into my tightness, stretching me, working himself in hard, fast, determined. It was as though my mind was trying to shut out the sensation at it all being too-much. With each violent thrust, he kept calling me back, inviting me back into the rush and the sickening thrill of our dynamic. He wouldn’t let me recover.

“That’s my girl. There she is!” He called out, seeing the grimace of need on my face, pulling his cock back to thrust hard into me over and over again. He humped against me, dragging his cock up against my g-spot.

“Please! Please I’m so sensitive!” I mewled, coming back down to earth, the raw, sensitive flesh of my cunt throbbing and the fabric of his jeans harsh against my skin.

I begged him to stop, but felt a sort of relief at his insistence. A bewildering moment, a question of what I could endure. I watched him working into me and anticipated the hard thrusts. With his unrelenting way, I was forced to experience it. Again, I was forced out of my own way and was made to feel wave after incredible wave of too-much sensation until it was one sustained note of pleasure.

“Take it.” He gritted his teeth, moving his hands around my ankles, the grip unforgiving as he drove into me repeatedly. “Be a good girl and take it!” He ignored my squeaks and complaints of hypersensitivity. “Fuck!” He called as he thrust hard into me. I felt him erupt inside, flooding me with his cum. He cursed and praised me in equal measure, holding me tight to his body as he emptied himself inside and collapsed on top of me without pulling out.

I held him close to me, feeling his heart beating wildly and feeling an undeniable swell of affection in my chest. It was exhilarating and terrifying. The vulnerability of being exposed, him dragging me through the doubt and trepidation into something so powerful. It was like he could see something in me that I couldn’t see in myself. I tried to catch my breath and ignore the pang of anxiety that inexplicably washed over me in that revelation. I looked down at him clinging to my body as he caught his breath. He held me tight like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver. I tried not to look at him through new eyes.

* * *

I try not to glance at the clock, knowing he’s going to leave soon. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watch him get dressed and admire the way his bones and muscles work under his skin as he moves before he covers himself up.

“You really should unpack your things.” He acknowledges, finding his shirt at the foot of the bed and pulling it on. “It’s been a few weeks. I meant it when I said you can stay as long as you need to.”

“I don’t know, I won’t be here much longer…” I tug at my sock, pulling it back up my calf and folding it right under my knee and adjusting my bra to cover his bite marks.

He glanced over şişli escort incredulously as he buckled his belt. “You’re passing up free rent in this city?”

I think to remark upon the word “free,” and think better of it. “I’m half sick of shadows.” I quote.

“That’s rather dramatic.” He straightened himself, shoes tied, his lines still sharp. I caught him glancing at his reflection before he walked back to my side of the bed. “You’re a bit much, aren’t you?”

I shook my head a little, feeling exposed.

“Sometimes you’re a bit much even for yourself.” He asserted.

“Sometimes.” I echoed quietly.

He tipped my chin up to him easily in his fingers. Watching my eyes widen, taking him in, waiting for him to kiss me with the fervor and wildfire he brings.

“God in his mercy lend her grace.” He said, instead, with a sense of levity.

He’s in and out, treating his condo like it’s my place instead of his. He’ll knock instead of using the key I know he has next to his own. I accused him once of fantasizing that I was more together than I really was. To hear him explain things, I owe him nothing but my company, but that feels like a farce. He visits and checks in on me, taking what he wants and for my part, I wait for him.

* * *

I met him in a hotel lounge, one of many I snuck into pretending I belonged. It was a talent of mine, infiltrating spaces I had no business being in with nothing but false bravado. I had next to nothing left by way of money, having burned through my savings since moving to the city, and was beginning to feel a sense of desperation about what I would do next.

He took a seat near mine, close enough for me to study his face discreetly if I glanced over the screen of my laptop. Strong features offset by sleek glasses. Though I liked his dark wavy hair and the spray of silver-gray about his temples, the words “carefully tousled” came to mind. I thought him vain, and It made me dismiss him immediately.

“Waiting for someone?” He had a drink in hand, an impractical looking glass. I thought it frivolous, trying too hard.

“Yeah. You.” I shot back, heavy handed with my sarcasm. I was used to being preyed upon, having traveled alone. Standoffish was a second coat I wore, but it lit him up like it was a challenge.

“As if the heavens opened up and your prayers were answered.” He responded, deadpan.

I felt a hitch in my heartbeat, his dark eyes catching mine. He looked like he just came from a conference, dressed to fit the pretentiously hip feel to the lounge. There was a distinctive charm to his features. He had a broad smile that made my stomach twist and a pronounced nose. His light olive complexion seemed a deeper tan in the low lights.

He sampled his amber-colored drink with great patience and won our staring contest. I buried myself back in my laptop screen.

“Elliot.”

He offered his hand and I took it, feeling silly.

“Sasha. You’re very formal.”

“Force of habit when I meet someone new. What room is he in?”

“Who?”

“The man that’s waiting for you.” He smiled, and I caught myself from rolling my eyes.

“Room 418.”

“Well then you must be in the wrong place.” A look of faux concern dusted over him.

I looked up, exasperated. “And how would you know that?”

“The suites here are all named after trees.” He replied simply. “My room, for example, is the Beech Suite.”

“Oh. You’ve figured me out. Congratulations.” I tried to hide my embarrassment.

“Thanks. The view is amazing, you should see it.” He had something like amusement dancing in his eyes.

“So what are you doing here?” I placed my laptop on the seat next to me and crossed my legs, pulling up my black knee sock that had slid down my calf.

“Just here for the ambiance. Beats the minibar.” He took another sip of his drink. “The scotch is good. What are you drinking?”

“Me? A long island.” I said the first thing that came to mind. He fixed an appraising look over me and got up. I studied his sharp corners against the blue light magnified by the endless glass surfaces of the bar. I watched him chat up the bartender, as she worked. I watched her eyes follow him back to where I sat.

“For you.” He presented me with a glass. “Vodka Cranberry, your new go-to drink. I mean, a Long Island? Really? Is this your first time in a bar?”

“Hardly. I just don’t usually drink.” I took a sip. “And thank you.” I remembered my manners, raising my glass.

“You’re welcome.” He radiated a sense of self-assuredness that I admired. I hid in another self-conscious sip.

* * *

“So what are you really doing here?” He emptied his pockets on the counter of the Beech Tree Suite.

“Mostly here for the ambiance.” I lowered my backpack onto one of the tall counter stools hugging the breakfast nook. I walked over to the large picture windows framing the nightscape and took it all in.

I felt his presence at my side, taking in the lights of the traffic and the city’s liveliness muted.

“I remember the first time I took in this view.” His voice far-away with the memory.

I waited for a story to unfold, but it never came.

“What do you think?” I felt his hand on my lower back. It struck me as familiar, but a comfortable closeness I welcomed.

“It’s Incredible.” I turned to look at him.

She stared blankly into the face staring back at her through the passenger’s side window, fear beating wildly in her heart as her mind raced through the last few minutes. How long had Perry been standing beside her car, watching as someone on the phone coached her through an orgasm? Even if he had not seen the beginning of her actions, it would be painfully clear to anyone who saw her what had happened. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, her thighs open, and her bare lips pink and slick. Her breasts felt heavy and her thick nipples pushed against the cloth of the white silk shirt.

Being caught masturbating in the school parking lot was embarrassing, but that wasn’t why terror turned her blood to ice. If Perry knew that a high school senior, her geometry student and his third baseman, was on the other end of the line, she wouldn’t just be humiliated. Even though Jon was eighteen, he was still her student. She could be fired. She could never teach again. Part of the thrill of the affair had been the possibility of being caught. Now that the possibility was a reality, she hated herself for being so careless. Without Jon’s voice cooing to her, she could pretend that she had some control over her actions and wasn’t a helpless slut to his touch.

Perry opened the passenger’s door and slid into the bucket seat. He silently situated himself so that her eyes were drawn to the fly of his pants. He placed his palms on his lap to frame the tent stretching the loose sweat pants. She reached down to tug her skirt back into place, but his voice stopped her. “Leave it,” he said. His voice was firm. She tried to read in his tone and in his face what his intentions were, but he faced the front of the car and gave no clues.

She turned, placing her hands on the steering wheel of her Trans Am and waited, still feeling the leather against her bald pussy. His silence was more maddening than any action he could take. Her eyes fell back to the material stretched over his cock. She wondered how big it was, how thick it was, and how it would compare to Jon’s. “Do you want to see more?” he asked suddenly, startling her from her reprieve.

Her eyes flew to his face and her cheeks turned pink. The innocent act of looking did more to embarrass her than being seen sliding her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. A hint of a smile touched his face and she relaxed a little as he reached down and pulled his cock over the top of his sweatpants. Her eyes dropped to study the member standing against his stomach. He was not as long as Jon, but the heavy sack bulged at the base as if teeming with life. A vein throbbed from the base to the tip and she couldn’t help but imagine running the tip of her tongue along the vein and around the swollen head. Her tongue glided along her lips as she stared.

He pushed it back into his pants and she resisted whimpering in response. He chuckled and the sound gave her chills. She closed her eyes and tried to form a coherent thought, but he interrupted her process. “All this time you were turning me down. Every time I asked you out, you came up with some excuse as to why you couldn’t go with me. I wondered what you found so repulsive about me. I was beginning to think you didn’t even like men.”

“Perry,” she began, suddenly wanting him to go away. She didn’t like the tone of his voice. There was something sinister lurking beneath the surface.

“I think you should crank the car and start driving, Miss Moyers.”

She blinked at him in surprise, but knew she had to play his game until he declared what he wanted. She cranked the Trans Am, listening to the motor roar to life. He was quiet as she drove across the parking lot and pulled onto the highway. “When you started coming to our baseball games, I thought you had weakened a little bit. I should have known then that something was going on. A woman doesn’t suddenly become a baseball fan for no reason. You would sit on the third base line and flash your legs. I thought it was all for me.”

“How do you know it wasn’t?” she asked breathlessly, attempting to appear nonchalant and brave at the same time. She heard the tremor in her own voice.

“I know it wasn’t for me. I saw you get out of his car after a game.”

She laughed nervously. “Who’s car?”

“Don’t play coy with me. I know you’ve been fucking Jon.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Perry. I’m no idiot. I know better than to mess around with a student.”

He reached into the floorboard and retrieved her phone. “Perhaps I should see who you were talking to. You dropped the phone. They might be concerned.” She heard the soft sounds of buttons being pushed as he scrolled through the menus on her phone.

“No!” she exclaimed suddenly. “No, no, that’s all right.” He grinned and her shoulders slumped. “All right, Perry, what do you want?”

He chuckled, sliding the phone into her erzurum escort purse. “You didn’t even ask Jon who. You need to have a better defense if someone else catches you being indiscreet.”

“Just tell me what you fucking want, Perry,” she growled through clenched teeth, her anger and frustration seething. She hoped that the tears that were burning her eyes would not fall. She didn’t want him to know how deeply he had cut her.

“Why don’t you drive me to your house,” he suggested casually, taking her hand and placing it over the stiff shaft in his pants. He stared out the window and didn’t say another word as she sped toward her small apartment.

She trembled as she drove. She could feel the heat of his erection against the hand he pressed into his lap and hated herself for the tingling sensation burning between her lips. Jon had accused her of being a slut when their affair had first begun. Now, she was starting to believe he was right. She hadn’t taken any lover but Jon since the affair began, but now she wanted Perry as badly as she did her student. She hated herself for wanting him. She loathed her own desire.

They reached her apartment in silence and Perry followed her up the stairs. He stood close behind her as she fumbled with her keys in the lock. She could feel his rod pressing against her through the material of her skirt. He flexed his hips slightly, moving against her. Her body pushed backwards, betraying her instinct to hurry into the apartment and slam the door in his face.

As if reading her thoughts, he placed one hand on the door over her head. He took the keys from her hand with the other. Pinning her body between his and the door, he opened the door deftly and pushed her into the dark living room without breaking their physical contact. She twisted away immediately and he tossed her keys on a side table as she turned on the lights. Nervously, she scurried about the apartment, picking up stray trash and flipping through her mail. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked, walking toward the kitchen.

“I want you to undress for me,” he answered calmly as he settled onto the couch. He crossed his ankle over his knee and gave her an expectant, patient look.

She hesitated a moment, that pink tinge touching her cheeks again as she looked toward the floor. She struggled mentally even though she knew she had no choice. Perry held all of the cards in his hand right now. She walked back into the living room and stood in front of him. He smiled up at her, but it was not the disarming smile she had come to expect from him. A shiver raced down her spine. She brought her trembling fingers to her blouse and worked the first button free. His smile disappeared as he focused intensely on her. She freed the second and he could see the lace of her bra. The third button revealed her brown stomach and the fourth opened the blouse completely. She shrugged out of it, being careful to lay it across the back of a Queen Anne chair.

She reached behind her, unhooking her lace bra and leaning forward as she pulled it away from her heavy breasts. They were pale and full and the dark nipples stood thick. She straightened, arching her back a little to allow him time to appreciate their beauty. In the back of her mind, she began to develop hope that she could entertain him and he would not tell anyone about Jon. That hope drove her as she reached to her side to lower the zipper of her skirt. He tilted his head as her bare hip came into view. The skirt whistled down her body to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and returned her eyes to his face. He remained expressionless as he took in her form. She was naked except for nude stockings that stopped at the top of her thigh, framing her white, smooth pussy against the dark material. “Nice,” he said. “Those, too.”

She nodded and placed one foot on the sofa near him. He glided his hand over her firm calf in appreciation as she leaned forward and began rolling the stocking down her strong thigh. She repeated the process with the other leg. She stood again, wadding the stockings and tossing them aside. His eyes on her made her warm inside, despite the nervous twitter clutching her stomach.

He stood and she could see that his erection had stiffened more. He closed the distance and she tensed as he lifted his hand to touch her, certain she would be repulsed by his caress. The touch was light, his fingers tracing ghost patterns over her face. His breath was warm on her cheek as his hand glided down the arch of her neck and over the soft flesh of her breast. “I knew you would be beautiful.”

She leaned into his touch, turning her face toward his lips. She wet her lips, looking at his mouth as his fingers lightly massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples as goose bumps formed on her entire body. eskişehir escort She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel his mouth on her lips and on her sensitive breasts. Their eyes met as he turned toward her. She parted her lips in anticipation of his kiss. Instead, he pulled away and sat back down. “Beg.”

She blinked blankly at him, the sudden change in atmosphere making her reel. He was relaxed, watching her with steady, intense blue eyes. He was leaning against the arm of the couch, his chin propped in his palm as he watched her. His throbbing member did not seem to be distracting him from tormenting her at all. On the other hand, his teasing was causing her to spin. “What?” she asked, prying her tongue from the roof of her dry mouth.

“Beg,” he repeated the order. He leaned forward, almost snarling as he continued. “Beg me not to report your sordid little affair to the administration.”

She shrank back, a chill descending over her body. Some of her desire was eased. This was business. “Please, Perry, don’t tell on me.”

“The only proper way to beg is from your knees,” he announced in the same casual voice. He leaned forward with a sneer. “It’s a position with which I am sure you are familiar.”

Her stomach knotted again but she couldn’t explain the tingling that went with the sensation. She knelt slowly, her eyes focused on his face. “Please, Perry, don’t report me to the Principal. Don’t tell on me. I can’t help fucking Jon. I’m addicted to his cock. I crave it.” She dropped her eyes to the tent stretching his pants. “I’m a slut, Perry. Please. I’ll do anything.”

With her eyes still fixed on his straining cock, she inched forward. He opened his legs as she crawled toward him. He placed his hand over his hard staff, stroking it through his sweatpants. Her eyes followed the motion of his hand. “Do you want this, little whore?”

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. She barely recognized her own voice. It sounded husky. Her tongue felt thick. Her body yearned to feel him inside of her. She didn’t care how he took her, as long as he satisfied her soon.

“What do you want to do with it?” he demanded as his hand grew still. It hid the bulge from her view, breaking the mesmerizing spell for a moment. She dropped her eyes, panting for breath as he continued his teasing. He reached out and tilted her head up. “Look at me, cunt. I said, what do you want to do with my cock?”

Her voice trembled as she answered. “I want to suck it. I want to lick it. I want you to fuck me with it.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, whore?”

“Every way. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to drill me. I want to straddle your hips and ride you. I want you to press me against the wall and fuck me hard.”

He leaned forward with a sinister smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I will. I’ll take that drink now.”

He sat back, crossed his ankle over his knee, and turned on the television with the nearby remote. He did not look at her as she knelt in front of him with a blank expression on her face. His words slowly penetrated her brain, splashing cold water on her desire. Trembling, she rose to her feet, barely trusting her knees to support her. She took her time in the kitchen, listening as he surfed through the channels on the television. She was quickly losing control of her senses as the situation continued to spiral away from her.

When she returned to the living room, he took the drink without looking at her or speaking to her. She remained standing beside him, unsure what to do. She would have liked to have sat next to him and teased him until he needed her as badly as she wanted him. However, she sensed if she attempted to seduce him, her torment would continue. She didn’t want to kneel. She knelt for Jon. She didn’t want to appear submissive to Perry. Rather than submit willingly, she stood beside him, a defiant look on her face.

She gasped in surprise when he suddenly reached out and drove two fingers between her slick lips. “You can be as bitchy as you want,” he snarled, “but your body is betraying you. Get on your knees, fucking cunt.” He withdrew his fingers and she knelt immediately, her eyes angry as she glared at him. He chuckled as he turned his attention back to the television. “Go ahead and glare. You aren’t going to get anything until you know how to behave.”

She dropped her eyes, hating herself for giving in so easily. He sipped his drink slowly, giving her anger time to settle and her mind time to wander. She didn’t know if she could trust him. Even if she did give in to him, he might still betray her secret. By the time he had finished his drink, she knew she had fallen into a very deep hole.

“Undress me,” he said suddenly, still not looking at her. Her head jerked up, startled at his words. Helpless gaziantep escort to resist, she crawled between his legs and reached up, sliding her hands beneath his t-shirt to feel his flat stomach. She pressed her palms to the washboard and pushed the material of the shirt up as her fingers glided against his muscular frame. Her fingertips moved over his well-formed muscles and brushed against his small nipples. She pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She leaned forward and licked each of his nipples before dragging her tongue along the line of his hard stomach. She reached the waistband of his pants and lifted her hands to them, but he pushed her hands away, shaking his head. She read his silent command and her hands dropped. She gripped the waistband in her teeth and pulled downward. His cock sprang free as she tugged the material over his hips. Her eyes remained focused on the staff as she finished removing his pants.

She leaned forward and licked the length of his cock with her tongue, circling the head and tasting the drop that had gathered there. Her tongue glided back down, circling around the base of his cock before rubbing his balls. Her tongue bathed his heavy sac and then moved back to his cock, gliding up and down the stiff rod. She lifted her eyes to his face. He was still focused on the television so she intensified her efforts. She added more pressure and began moving her tongue quicker. She licked the length several times, swirling her tongue around the head.

He shifted a little, signaling to her that her tongue was having a serious effect on him. She dragged upward slowly and closed her lips around the head, sucking softly on the swollen mushroom. She tasted his salty flavor as she engulfed him in her hot, wet mouth. He groaned softly, thrusting upwards to force more of his shaft between her lips. She adjusted, accepting his thick shaft as his fingers threaded into her hair. His fingertips massaged her scalp as her mouth milked his hard, throbbing cock.

She could taste the cum gathering at the head. His hips were flexing, the rhythm increasing as her mouth intensified. His hand made a fist, pulling at her hair as a groan finally escaped his throat. She suddenly pulled off, taking advantage of his distraction to scramble out of reach. Perhaps her mouth had driven him to the same point of distraction that his teasing had her. She could feel her heart pounding in fear and excitement as she waited for him to respond.

“What the fuck?” he growled, his eyes flashing with anger as he stood. He threw his glass across the room and it shattered against the wall. She cried out as he took a menacing step forward, shrinking back as the fear overruled the anticipation. He slapped her so hard that she felt her head snap to the side. “You fucking whore!” he yelled. She placed her hand to her cheek, feeling the heat as a thousand pinpricks tingled against her skin. She didn’t have time to react more than that. His grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it. Her head snapped back and as she cried out, he grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth, cutting off the sound of her surprise. The head popped into her throat and his balls slapped against her chin. He pumped his hips, his shaft slipping in and out of her throat. She surrendered, closing her lips around his rod to increase the stimulus. He grunted and she felt the hot streams of cum exploding from the tip of the head. He pulled out and coated her face with the sticky substance. “Listen to me closely, bitch,” he snarled. “You are the one who has fucked one of your students, so stop playing games. You do what I say when I say to do it. Don’t play with me. Do you understand, cunt?”

“I . . .” she began. He slapped her again. “Do you understand?” he screamed. “Yes! I do! Yes! Please, Perry!” she cried, cowering as he raised his hand again.

He dropped his hand and smirked at her, cupping her chin in his fingers. “I can smell you, whore. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

She thought about denying his impact on her, but knew her hard nipples and slick lips were betraying her. She dropped her eyes. “Tell me,” he ordered softly, his tone and touch suddenly gentle.

“I need to be fucked,” she said softly to the floor.

“Louder,” he commanded, his fingers trailing over her cheek, then tilting her face up so that she had to look at him.

“I need to be fucked,” she repeated.

“You smell like a bitch in heat. Do you need to be fucked like a bitch?”

Knowing what he wanted, she answered. “I need to be fucked like a bitch.”

“Does your student fuck you like a bitch?”

“S-sometimes,” she whispered, her stomach knotting nervously.

“I’m going to fuck you like a bitch. I’m going to fuck you till you howl.” She felt her cheeks growing hot as he grinned. “But you made me blow my load, so you’ll just have to wait. What do you have to eat?”

He pulled away from her and disappeared into the kitchen. She could hear him rattling around, so she rose and followed him. Meekly, she stood just inside the room and watched as he fixed himself a sandwich. He sat down at the table and looked at her. His eyes went to the floor beside him in a silent command.

She obeyed.

*For my Master*

I awaken slowly, my vision gradually returning in a blurry haze, my body still tingling. I am half sitting on the ground, wondering how I had fallen, noticing the small damp spots of my salvia on my dark denim shorts, being unable to control it as I had gasped for air. The carpet looks slightly discoloured, as my consciousness creeps back into me. My hand instinctively goes to my throat. The flesh there still burns hotly from the force of your hands. You notice I have regained consciousness, and kick me, hard, in the back, forcing me face first into the floor. I do not look up at you. I know I have displeased you.

“What are you bitch?” You spit at me. I shakily raise my self from the floor, but you kick me in the side, keeping me down. My pride keeps me quiet.

“I can’t hear you Slut. Try again.” Your tone is cold and even. I know I’ve pushed you too far, you’re pissed. The unbearable summer heat is causing sweat to trickle down my face, making my long red hair stick to me uncomfortably. You grab a fist full of it, and snap my head back, throwing me onto my back. You hold my freckled wrists down with one of your strong hands, using your other hand to force my face towards you.

“Look at me slut. Look me right in the eye. What the fuck are you to me?” I shudder with a mingle of fear and anticipation. I open my eyes, and find your seething green ones glaring back. Your 6’1″ to my 5’6″ easily makes me the loser in any fight we have, but I can’t help but love the feeling of your hard body pressed down on mine, your messy blonde hair and broad shoulders, smooth chest and firm grip holding me down just sends chills down my spine. I can’t help but feel the familiar heat spread between my legs. You have always been so deliciously handsome. I struggle against you, but I have no doubt in my mind about what is to happen.

Your usual charm and patience is enough to deal with my reckless behaviour, yet maybe today I had really blown it. God knows why you have put up with me thus far.

We met online years ago, both sharing a love for bdsm, control, and odd fantasies. I had been young, too young maybe to düzce escort understand fully what it meant to be someone’s ‘slave’. Through our endless stories and emails, I had fallen hopelessly for you in every way possible. When I met you in the flesh at the age of 18, I knew I was yours. And I have been ever since. The last year and a half we had been together, you moving to my town so we could be together, we were, and still are, in love. Even though I have an insatiable thirst for your body, and a desire to please you completely, I am a red head. A fiery, extreme one at that. Until I met you, I was an independent, and in-control woman. But now you required me to completely give up all control. I had wanted to do this for you, and thought that I had, that is until my pride could stand the humiliation no longer. Perhaps it was the need to be physically punished, or maybe it was the instinctive drive in me to be sarcastic, and to protect my self esteem that made me disobey you, but boy, was I about to catch hell for it.

I gritted my teeth. “I’m yours, Master.”

“Damn right you are, Trash. Why the fuck would you think I would let you get away with that? I own you, Slave, and if I want to touch you, fuck you, beat you or reject you, I will, and you have no right to stop me, got that?” He pushed me a bit harder into the ground to make sure I had gotten the message, and stood up. I lay there, shamefaced, but exhilarated that I had gotten such a reaction from you.

When I came over to your house earlier that day, things had been peachy keen, all smiles and giggles. I had cleaned up a bit for you while you relaxed in front of your computer. Looking at the way your polo shirt clung to your sweaty broad shoulders, and how your long shorts just begged to be unbuttoned, your perpetually mussed up longish blonde hair teasing my aching fingertips, I felt the heat from my pussy grow to a raging inferno. I tiptoed over to you, and twirled your black leather chair around. I shook my hair loose from its clip, it falling in a wavy curtain down my back. My black tank top clung to my chest, edirne escort sweaty with the heat and my desire. My short denim shorts slightly rode up, as I bent down to your level (letting you get a good look down my shirt) and I told you that I needed your cock in me, and that I needed it now. I licked my lips, and surely my eyes danced with sexual frustration at seeing you but not touching you, but you completely ignored me. You had scoffed at me, telling me to restrain such urges, and that there were some dished downstairs that needed to be washed. You started to turn your chair back to your computer, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop my hand from rising up and hitting you right across the cheek, the audible slap slicing through the thick heated air. I had panicked when you raised up out of your chair, backing me up against the wall, your hand automatically going to my throat. I gasped and fought back, my eyes going wide as my body panicked and flailed to get air into my lungs. My body had plunged into the darkness of unconsciousness. And now I had awoken and you were punishing me for my actions.

I try my best to catch my breath, sitting up carefully, so as not to make you kick me again. I knew that I had deserved such a reaction, but something in the way you stood there, back to me, hand through your hair, had my body dancing with desire. You slowly turn to me, and grin maliciously.

“So my slut wants to fuck, huh? Well, if you want my cock, you’re going to get it. Get on your hands and knees bitch.” I scrambled into position, not pushing my luck any further, as I hear your belt come loose. SMACK. You landed you leather belt right across my ass. And hard. I buckled slightly from the blow.

“Apologize, trash, that you are wasting your Master’s time by making me punish you.”

You land 7 more blows across my ass before I’m able to choke out an acceptable apology. You grab my shorts and pull them down without undoing the zipper, and literally rip my underwear from my body. Your rough hands slide under my shirt and rudely grope, pinch and pull evilly on my sensitive elazığ escort nipples. I moan from the pain, loving how it surges right down to my pussy.

“You like this don’t you slut?” I can tell from your voice you’re enjoying the abuse of my body as much as I am.

” I love it Master. Please punish me, I have no acceptable reason for my behaviour.”

You pull my top off, pleased to see I have no bra on, and grab me by my waist. Without warning or care you plunge your thick hard cock into my hot and sticky cunt, all the way in, loving how I moan with surprise and pleasure. We thrust together, fast, hard, rough, the way we love to fuck, me feeling your balls slap across my clit as you move in and out. I get so close to cumming, and before I slip into ecstasy, I remember that I must ask permission for orgasm. You deny me, telling me this is not for my pleasure, but for me to learn a lesson. I know I will not hold out much longer, the feel of your hardness inside me being too much. I begin to beg, moan, and plead with you to let me come, and you grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. You slap me lightly across the face, and stick your fingers in my mouth, warning me not to bite. You pull them out, strings of saliva still connecting them to my mouth. All of a sudden I feel your fingers pushing their way into my ass. I can’t contain myself. Being inexperienced in anal was something we had worked around, you knowing I never liked the feeling, that I felt too dirty, too humiliated, and we had always left it at that, but now you were pushing your way into me in the most private way. I screamed out, as the pain of being stretched and the pleasure of being fucked twisted and entwined its way into a powerful orgasm. You tell me to cum on your cock, and around your fingers. My body shudders as I fall limply onto the floor, the ripples of pleasure taking away my ability to stand. You withdraw from me, and spray your hot cum all over my back, moaning loudly. When you are done, you lay down next to me. I turn to face you, and thank you for teaching me my lesson.

“The pleasure was all mine, pet.” You smile slowly in the way I love so much, and pat me on my head. You get dressed while I still lay spent on the ground, and return to your computer. Without turning to look at me, you tell me to get cleaned up and dressed, there are dishing waiting. My anger and pride slowly bring a flush into my face. Oh, I could tell this would be one long night of learning….

I have, what people commonly term, a fucking horrible job.

Certainly explaining my profession to other people, or even insurance companies, always garners giggles and confused mutterings. It’s silly and immature from them, but something I have to live with. The wages are good, it pays my bills; at least I am not a moral vacuum and work in banking. Or politics.

Instead I work in education. My job is at a private University; situated in the secluded countryside near a Northern British city. Few outside the niche community know we exist, but there is a steady stream of students desperate to join the courses and further themselves.

I work, not in an academic university but at BDSM College: we teach dominants and submissives everything they need to know to have a fulfilling sex life: in couples, groups or singles. There are courses in everything from RACK/SSC to Shibari rope bondage, from safe knife play to exploiting the mind. As I said, everything!

I am a submissive; I got the job after my wife made me apply for it, and have been teaching courses for four years. Often I work with other lecturers, sometimes alone. But it is Physical Punishment 101 that evokes dread: the students love it, and it is a highly popular course.

It’s held in the “Miss Whiplash Memorial Lecture Theatre,” underneath the giant statue of two people – a knife-wielding dominant, and a bullwhip-cracking dominatrix – that dominated the plaza at the centre of the University.

The room holds over fifty people, and it’s not unusual for it to be mostly full for the course. It’s an early start at 09:30, and all the young students file into the room looking bright, enthusiastic and full of energy: that’s never a good sign.

The lead lecturer, a Mistress Ceri, always has her two naked assistants (in this case myself and Paula) facing the wall as the students arrive, and encourages everyone to warm our buttocks with a smack. “You should never attempt a spanking without a warm-up exercise,” she’d bark as student after student signalled their arrival to the tekirdağ escort lecture theatre with a couple of firm spanks on bare asses.

It hurt; saying “thank you,” as they did it hurt just as much. Holding onto the brickwork as my buttocks glowed with their combined pelts. Paula had it just as bad, her dainty rear caused her to squeal in pain as a brutish man slapped her ruddled behind, and I shot her a sympathetic look.

I knew what would happen; we both did. Encouraging sadists was a dangerous game and one squeal was all it took. Suddenly there was an unspoken competition between them: who could make her squeak the loudest. Every spank got firmer, louder, more painful. I would see her fighting back the tears, and screwing up her face as trainee dominant after trainee dominant sized up her gorgeous arse with battering hits.

I had it too, if they were smacking Paula hard they had to apply the same force to me; my skin could take it: I had more fat to absorb the energy behind their palms, but the evil giggling of the ladies, many of them ten or fifteen years young than me, as they stepped into their smack stung my pride and my abused arse.

But it was just the start; in fact, it was the start of the course. Many of the trainee dominants still had an unhealthy lack of respect towards the submissive role and understanding towards smacking in general. As the courses progressed that arrogance would be honed and they would appreciate that spanking subs was not always about how hard they could pelt me, or Paula, but inflicting control and punishment.

But these were early days, and Mistress Ceri knew that over-exuberance, ignorance and a mistaken understanding of BDSM would lead to some painful bums, and that was a small price to pay. Well a price for Paula and I to pay; we called it the 50 Shades Effect!

After everyone was present, and sat in the lecture theatre, Paula and I would be summoned to the front of the room; it was an imposing venue with Tudor wooden struts tokat escort lining the ceiling. They called it atmospheric, but it a delightful place to naked in the summer with the cool breezes squeezing through the historic building and being at the front of the grand, noble room.

Mistress Ceri started the lecture, as Paula and I massaged our bottoms; it caused some murmuring, but our lecturer was a disciplinarian and chattering students were warned about their conduct with a swish of a cane and a glare of the eyes; that stopped most of the talking.

And then, after fifteen minutes it came to the practical. There is little point in talking about a spanking without getting the young men and ladies to try their newly acquired skills on a couple of subject submissives. Obviously, as the course progressed, we would merge the practicals between the subs and the doms, but for the first few weeks, they didn’t trust the group in front of me with the delicate bottoms of paying students.

Of course, we knew that the Halls of Residence was a haven for BDSM experimentation and several subs would turn up to my lectures with bloodied posteriors and broad smiles, but the University wanted lecture theatre discipline to be carried out on “professional” submissives.

Which was how Paula and I were leaning over futons, staring at each other as the students formed an orderly queue and took a cane from our teacher. I heard the swishing behind me as they practised swinging the wooden rod in the air. My loins always tingled at the prospect, waiting for the first strike of a student on my pink backside.

It was warmed nicely from the spanking and just as Mistress Ceri had shown them, the first students stepped forward and brought a firm strike across our rears.

I couldn’t help it: I cried in pain, just as Paula screeched. I swore loudly, glancing behind me as the eighteen year old stood proudly, holding the cane as if she was ready to strike again. It was too hard for a first hit, and Mistress trabzon escort Ceri told her so.

“Work up dear,” she simpered. “We have all morning here so work up to that strike.”

The denim-clad student lined up her cane again and I closed my eyes: not able to watch the petite beauty pelt my arse. I tensed my buttocks, waiting, squeezing the cushion on the futon as she grunted and lashed the wooden rod against my skin, slashing my patchy skin with devastating power.

I yelled, only this time Mistress Ceri was satisfied. “Good, you’re punishing him, make him feel your rod.”

Paula was having a harder time: the boys wanted to work her bottom, and the firm swipes on her bruised bum was having tears rolling down her cheeks. I knew from personal experience, her pussy would be sodden, and if any of the dominants had promised her a rough fucking after the lecture, then they would be having all their Christmases at once.

She was dynamite in the sack, but the naivety of inexperience meant that the men were merely happy to pelt her peachy rear without realising that we were submissives because we liked it.

We got off on it; there was nothing bad about a queue of girls lining up to discipline me. There was nothing bad about my body singing in pain and endorphins as sexy dominatrixes practised on my skin, on my body and my arousal. There was nothing bad about it at all, and if any of the girls had bothered to look, they would have seen a rampant erection from the first strike.

I may have yelled, cried and squealed, but inside my heart was somersaulting with glee; every cane, every smack, every touch was soaked with pain and yet caused an avalanche of excitement.

And sure, I was never going to enter subspace by being relentlessly beaten for two hours, but I was floating on heaven as the last girl finished her final strike on my bum.

They’d broken three of the wooden rods on us, a new record, and blood was splattered on the floor, but I had a smile a mile wide on my face.

So did I say I had a horrible job? My mistake. I just had twenty-odd young ladies cane my bottom, I am going to be tortured by wax at midday, bound at half-past-two by a scorchingly hot Mistress Olivia and then I’m taking a bunch of subs for their Bukkake exam.

To some people, I have a horrible job. To me, my job is fucking fantastic! Who wants an application form?

So far, the medieval festival had been boring. The typical things were in evidence: Overpriced souvenirs and food, fops in bad accents cavorting about and nothing new added to the shows across the sprawling fields and glades that made up the festival. Kara was getting tired and her friend Laurie was also starting to sag. Kara would have preferred to stay home that Saturday and just kill time watching movies at her apartment or lounging by the pool while her delectable friend flounced in a t-shirt and socks or one of her little bikinis. Kara and Laurie were great friends, but what Laurie didn’t know was that Kara had wanted to ball her little ass for the last two years. Not just eat her and be eaten, but really fuck her. There was no other civil word for it. Just strap one on, bend her over her sofa and cram eight or ten inches into anything that would take it.

That wasn’t all. She wanted to make her suffer. She loved her dearly, but there was something about Laurie’s coquettish nature and nymph-like body that made her want to be humiliated and cry while she abused her, playfully of course. She was just as lovely crying as she was laughing, and Kara wanted to explore it with growing hunger. Even now she was growing wet thinking about it. She would have loved to lift her long flowing tie-dyed skirt and rustle one of the studly Scots wandering around and just ride him in the Common Square for her own satisfaction. Getting arrested wasn’t on her agenda, though, she thought with a sigh. Laurie had wandered off and was demurely flirting with one of the stall vendors peddling his wares, no doubt thinking about trading in Laurie’s goods as well. Dejectedly and with growing exhaustion, Kara stomped after her.

The guy at least was handsome, maybe in his late twenties, certainly not much older than they were. He was peddling staves and wands of different designs, all very beautiful. His charisma and skill with the customers were no worse and he worked Laurie with practiced skill.

“My lovely faun, this is what you seek.” He pulled out a wand, wooden with copper accents that twirled around its length. It ended in a small but well shaped piece of quartz that focused the light in dozens of dazzling prisms. Pastel ribbons adorned the piece. “Only the queen of the fairies could possess such a thing of beauty.” Laurie’s eyes lit up as she handed it to him. “Of course, its beauty pales beside yours.” Kara rolled her eyes.

“Oh, Kara, isn’t it beautiful?” The vendor stepped out of range and pretended to tend to something else. “And the guy is hunky too.”

“I guess. I’m getting tired, can we go?” If they hurried they could still get back in time to hang out, get pissed and Kara could get lucky with her, a feel here, a squeeze there. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Back in their first year of college, they roomed together and had come back during orientation from a night of slumming and drinking courtesy of their fresh fake IDs. Laurie had been all over everyone, including Kara that night. Laurie had the perfect perfume, something soft and delicate, just like her and she smelled great. Kara had watched her sneak off to a guy’s car and blow him in the front seat. She watched from around the corner as her blonde curls flashed into sight as she eagerly bobbed up and down on him, both of them wrecked out of their minds. Kara went back in before they finished.

When Laurie had finished, she staggered back into the bar to find Kara and another girl, an ebony Amazon of a girl named Alea that scared but excited the hell out of Kara. Kara and Alea were drinking and hanging out when Alea bent over laughing. Kara laughed with her until she realized what she had seen. It was Laurie staggering back into the bar with dollops of white grease in the bangs of her hair and on her cheek. She was licking her lips but not getting the job done. Kara had immediately wheeled her into the ladies’ room and helped her clean up. While Laurie patted at herself with a damp towel, Kara realized how blitzed her friend was and took the opportunity to touch her. As soon as they moved in she was taken with Laurie’s gentle curves and petite body. Their first day at the pool had her drooling muğla escort as she, and everyone else, watched her cavort in her little pink thong. Now they were alone and Laurie didn’t seem like she was going to object.

Kara reached under Laurie’s miniskirt and was not surprised to find the party girls panties missing. She pressed the tips of two fingers against the soft matte of hair and the raised lips of her pubes. Her fingers slid slickly against her excited lips, moist and ready, or perhaps already christened by the guy in the car. Laurie was limber as well, and Kara thought the guy would not have hesitated to lay her back or bend her over in his car and finish the job between her silken thighs. Kara slipped her fingers into her friend. Laurie was warm and wet, tight, but yielding to Kara’s persistent touch. Unable to control herself, Kara withdrew her fingers and touched them to her lips, slipping them into her mouth. Whether from excitement or inebriation, Kara shook, the sweet and sour taste of Laurie’s sex on her tongue. She didn’t want to stretch her luck any further. She washed her hands and helped clean up Laurie as best she could and the pair went back out to the bar.

Shortly afterwards, a designated driver was able to take them home and Kara and Laurie crashed. Kara, however, stayed awake while Laurie passed out on her bed, still in her miniskirt and midi-shirt. Kara crept over to her and laid her hands on Laurie’s tan and muscular but soft and petite thighs. She slid her skirt up, revealing her honey colored muff and her still engorged slit. Sure enough, a telltale trickle of cum had dried on her thigh. ‘You little slut’, she thought. ‘Well, better for me you’re out.’

Kara slipped out of her jeans and dropped her sopping panties on top of them. She slipped the tee-shirt she had been wearing over her head and unhooked her bra, letting her ample bosom bob out. She walked over to Laurie’s sleeping form, sweating from the exertion of staying upright and from the fear that she might wake and go nuts at seeing her roommate about to molest her. Laurie didn’t awake, and Kara advanced on her. She carefully kneeled on her bed, her thighs framing Laurie’s face, her golden hair trailing out above her head. Kara’s pussy was dripping, beads of wetness dangling on her thinly cut patch of muff. She leaned down, bracing herself drunkenly on all fours, her breasts swaying above her new friend, her shining lips just inches above her face. Kara leaned on one arm so she could finger herself and a few drops fell from her steaming crotch. Laurie licked them from her face in her sleep.

‘God, this is too much!’ Kara thought. Ever so carefully, she lowered her groin closer to Laurie’s mouth. Then they touched, Kara’s lips to Laurie’s and electricity flowed through her. Kara swayed as she leaned back on her haunches, trying to settle her slick sex against Laurie’s lips, rubbing herself gently against her roommate’s face. Kara squeezed her nipples and the feelings were delicious, between the tingling in her chest, the booze in her system and the maddeningly soft rubbing on her clitoris and mons. She wanted to make noise out loud but didn’t dare. It was bad enough she was sitting on her sleeping roommate’s face. Kara had taken ten minutes of quietly straddling Laurie before she came, biting her fingers in order not to howl as her pussy dripped on Laurie’s face. Kara finally stood up on wobbly legs seeing Laurie’s face shining in the dim light, covered with her juices. ‘Honey, you were great,’ she said jokingly as she kicked her clothes into a corner of the room and crawled into bed.

The next day, Laurie hadn’t been the wiser and didn’t seem to notice the fragrance on her face. It would be the first of many wonderful encounters where Kara took advantage of her, and after three years, moving from the dorm to an apartment, it was far from the last.

Kara came out of her reverie as her friend dug through her purse.

“Yeah, we can go in a sec, but I think I’m going to buy this. Maybe get this guy’s number.”

“He doesn’t even live here. He travels all over the country, at other medi-fests.”

“Tis ordu escort true,” the vendor interrupted. “I travel hither and yon coming here only once a year.” He sighed dramatically. “If only it weren’t so lonely.”

“Aw, you poor thing,” Laurie flirted over her shoulder as she carried the wand to his assistant, to ring it up.

Kara stood there bored, her arms folded, waiting for the transaction to finish. She had dismissed the vendor in her mind, and was startled when he spoke.

“You aren’t like your friend?” His false accent had slipped away and now he was just another guy in a costume, but his voice was deep and mesmerizing, focused on a goal.

“What?”

“Your friend bothers you. I can understand why. Girls like her are good for one thing. You on the other hand are deeper, you have greater goals, and more mystical intents. Am I right?” Kara tried to ignore him, but she found that she was warming slightly to this stranger.

“Uh, I guess she does a bit.” Loyalty to her friend as opposed to the intrusion of a stranger goaded her. “I don’t think it’s any of your business, though.”

“Perhaps not. But she does bother you. And something else, too. It’s a shame, really. Bothers you and excites you, doesn’t she?”

Something snapped in Kara and her desire rose to the surface.

“Yeah,”

“Almost like something is missing from her. Some sort of misery or pain.”

“It’s almost like that.”

The vendor smiled, a gleam in his eye, and he gestured to her.

“I may have something you would be interested in, my Dark Wonder.” Kara brushed her jet-black hair self-consciously. Whether he meant her long mane or her disposition she didn’t know. Laurie had been right though: He was handsome, and he was definitely growing on him. He led her to a wall in the vendor stall lined with weapons. There were axes and swords and various other tools of the warrior trade. His lithe hands settled on a short rod of wood, capped at the ends with black kid leather, its grip wound with strands of leather in a deep shade of crimson, and falling from one end were nine lengths of fine chain.

“It’s a cat-o’-nine-tails,” Kara said, needing no education. She had wanted one herself, particularly to go with the black mid thigh boots, and the blood-colored bodice she kept tucked away, only brought out for special occasions favoring the right man or woman.

“It is indeed. It would be simply wonderful on your little friend there. Just imagine her piercing cries, the slap of chains on her tender whiteness.” He caressed the chains in his hands and they clattered softly. “The raw redness against her porcelain flesh. Tell me that doesn’t excite you.”

“It does,” Kara croaked. She found that it did and her throat was getting tighter, her pussy getting wetter.

“What would it be worth to you?”

“What does it cost?” Kara reached out for the flail to check its price, but he pulled it just out of reach.

“No, my dear. What would it be worth to liberate you from your own torture and make your friend the subject instead.”

“I would do just about anything,” she heard herself say, regretting it immediately.

“I’m glad. I tell you what. I don’t have to be here tomorrow. I could join you and your friend and we could put this beauty to work, among other things.” Kara bit.

“Such as?” Kara looked into the man’s eyes. They were deep, tarry, sucking her in, and she hung on his every word.

“This plaything is just that. It isn’t the key to really enjoying the humiliation and degradation of another. Oh no. This is just a tool to get started. I don’t torture directly. I make my subjects want to be tortured. Not through some undeveloped sense of self-esteem or desire for something new, but to make them crave me, to desire me so truly and with such an aching in their hearts, that even pain and humiliation are welcome expenditures of my affection. I won’t torture your friend. She’ll beg me to torture her.” Kara was speechless.

“So when can you come over?” she heard herself asking. She didn’t care, she just had to know what he had in store for Laurie, and osmaniye escort undoubtedly for her.”

“I can be over by 10 A.M.”

“That would be perfect.”

“Excellent. Oh, there’s one other thing.” Kara was flustered.

“Oh, duh, our address.”

“Well, that too. What I meant was this.” He took the unchained end of the flail and pressed it between her legs, nestling the leather end against her wet peasant skirt. Kara’s eyes closed reflexively. “You’re wet, aren’t you, and in need of release.” He wasn’t asking her, but telling her. She nodded, unable to open her eyes. The firm nub between her legs felt so good! Finally, she opened her eyes, his deep pools much too close to hers.

“Okay,” she said breathily, “where?”

“This way, my Dark Wonder.” He led her, almost by the flail as the hub of the shaft never left the junction between her legs and she followed closely enough to press it against her burning wetness. They walked behind the rows of vendors’ stalls and found themselves to be alone. She was going to ask him how he wanted to do it, but she never got the chance. He pulled the flail from her legs, causing her to gasp and with his free hand, grabbed her arm and swung her around to where a barrel had been lying on its side. He threw her across the stage prop such that her ass was up to him. He carefully set the flail on the ground where it would not get dirty and proceeded to unbuckle his markedly anachronistic blue jeans. Kara was excited and afraid to look back, just sensing what he was about to do. He finally lifted her skirt onto her back, exposing her legs and ass, the latter clad in her flowery drenched panties. He pulled these down to her ankles from her ass revealing her large but firm cheeks. He lifted her hips with his thin but strong hands, displaying her wet pussy. He prodded her carefully, lining up his bulging head without his hands, measuring her so as to hit her with proper aim. Feeling that he was on target, Kara rocked back to meet his pulsing organ. The head slipped inside her as she cooed, finally getting her festival wish. Seeing that they were both ready, he plunged into her gulping twat, bringing a gasp from Kara’s lips and a groan from his own. He put his full weight on her, reaching his arms over the barrel and stroking her from behind. His hands covered hers, pressing them against the dirt as he pushed in deeply and pulled out to the head with each cycle. Despite the openness of their wanton sex, Kara couldn’t help but to moan as the stranger laid into her, pressing his flesh into hers, sloshing between her needy lips.

Soon, he slowed down and, sensing his pending explosion, Kara stopped bucking her hips, concentrating on sucking him in and squeezing his raging cock. Then, he was spasming within her and she felt the sudden hotness of liquid completion deep inside, then slowly drizzling down her thigh just as another stranger’s cum had slipped from her roommates little cunt so many nights ago.

The man sighed and released his weight from her, wiping his dripping cock on her skirt and buckling up. Kara got shakily to her feet, feeling all about the joke of not being able to walk right. The man was slender, almost gaunt, but he had been copiously hung, or so her ravenous pussy was telling her. She brushed herself off and straightened her skirt.

“Now, I’ll take your address,” the man said with a smile. Kara grinned back and giggled, feeling giddy and kinda stupid.

‘Kinda like Laurie’ her mind flashed at her and that pissed her off. Somehow this fucking felt, although Kara definitely enjoyed it, like it was a punishment, meant for Laurie. Kara rummaged through her bag and found a pen and slip of paper. She hurriedly wrote her address and their names.

The stranger took it and simply said.

“I am Jon.” Then he picked up the flail and walked away. That was it. Kara followed him back to the front and Laurie was still flirting with Jon’s assistant. Kara walked up to her and Laurie spoke.

“Okay, I’m ready to go. Did you get anything?”

“No,” Kara lied. “Let’s go home.”

That night, as Kara had hoped, they both got snockered on what they had around the house, or at least Laurie did. Kara drank water when Laurie drank gin and Laurie didn’t know any better. Kara let Laurie crash on the sofa: She was too heavy to carry to her room. She got the idea of riding her friend’s face once, just to cap off her day, but then thought better of it. Tomorrow would be a busy day, and Kara was going to need her rest.

Pleziewska “Plum” Kronislaw watched with fascination as her cousin Isaac kind of danced naked, his legs apart as his uh, paramour, Mesquite DiMarco used Isaac’s Zippo lighter-

…The flame hovering just under Isaac’s engorged testicles to distract him as he masturbated.

“I hope this doesn’t make you feel terribly uncomfortable, Plummy” Mesquite said, smiling at Isaac’s curious relative.

Mesquite, a sort of brassy minx had carrot colored and quite teased hair and big lips.

“No, Isaac has always been really up front with me about his um, issues.”

This made both women snicker, though Mesquite didn’t stop holding the flame just under poor Isaac’s empurpled scrotum.

Isaac, for his part, was trying to keep the sexual interest in his cock going, and it certainly was…he was terribly aroused while also a bit distressed by the searing testicular pain…The flame actually didn’t burn his skin, but it was dangerously close.

“Really, Mesquite, Isaac was in a bad way when he called you to come visit, and it’s so good you’ve been staying with us.”

It really was, apparently. Isaac had been Mesquite’s submissive boy-toy or something back in Southern California, and he’d moved to Buttermilk Falls and then poor Isaac went through some kind of breakdown withdrawal from his dominant chick in Cali…

“Is there anything I can do?” Plum had asked her sweet cousin as he’d held his head in his hands when she’d first arrived.

When Plum had come to stay, she didn’t tell Isaac this, but Isaac’s brother, James, Jr. called “Beetle,” had paid her way to Buttermilk Falls.

It seemed to be a rescue situation!

What was amazing to Plum had been, Isaac and Beetle were the geniuses of the family…if anything Plum’s folk had been the airhead poor relations.

But Isaac and Beetle had been neighbors, and they’d always doted on cute little cousin Plum.

And they’d always bailed her out of jackpots, and lent her money, picked her up when her drug-dealer boyfriends were acting up…

And they’d certainly shielded Plum from the slings and arrows of high achieving relatives!

And she’d helped them, Beetle and Isaac, to get laid, get invited to parties since they were such sweet but geeky guys.

But truly, she owed Isaac a rescue…

“Isaac’s into some really weird shit.” Beetle had told Plum.

“Please, just go there, keep an eye on him. You know he’s always been a little in love with you-“

“Just like you, Beetle!” Plum teased.

Beetle blushed. “Yes, I guess. But I’m married to someone sane now-“

“Your wife has always hated me.”

“Cousin Plummy, it’s just because you don’t dress modestly-“

“Like a nun. Agnes wants me to dress like a nun.”

“Well, you won’t have to deal with Aggie at all, just go stay with my brother for a bit, and help him, before he, you know, goes over the abyss. He’s got a great gig at the college there. We don’t want him to lose it.”

Again, Plum felt she owed Isaac so much, she was the unsuccessful dreamy one…

But now she could succeed in saving Isaac…poor, perverted Isaac.

Now they were sharing a flat together until she found a job.

“It’s just that I’ve been either serving a dominant man or woman who’s run my life since I Ieft college. I can’t deal with all this…space. This freedom.”

This fascinated Plum, who had spent a bit of the past 20 years in and out of prisons, drug rehabs and nuthouses…

But then Mesquite had shown up and Plum had let this strange girl in, and Meski had been so charming. They’d talked for about forty-five minutes before Isaac got in…

He’d run to Mesquite with joy, and then Mesquite had turned cold, or NUTS, and she’d backhanded Isaac, screaming about how demanding he was, making her cross the country for this bullshit.

“Take down your pants. Give me that belt!”

Isaac had objected that Plum was here, but Meski had thrown him across the couch, his pants being yanked to his ankles, and she’d whipped him viciously with his own belt.

“Your (WHACK!)cousin deserves to (WHACK!)see you like this, being beaten (WHACK!)on his bare butt like an (WHACK!)insolent child!”

WHACK! THWACK! CRACK!

Then Mesquite had pulled a deadly looking flogger from her bag and given Isaac some lashes that seemed to make his belt seem almost irrelevant.

“You want to (WHACK!)interrupt my life, make me take (WHACK!)

this stupid trip because of your (WHACK!)neurosis, you insolent (WHACK!)

slug?”

But finally Mesquite calmed down, she looked at poor Isaac lying on the couch crying, his welted buttocks heaving with the pain.

She’d rolled up the whip and dropped it in her bag and gently pulled Isaac up, as Plum watched.

In a sweet, gentle voice, Mesquite said, as she put her face so close to his,

“Baby, I know you can’t make it unless someone reminds you what a sad little wimpy bitch you are.” Then Mesquite gave Isaac a huge kiss.

Then, Mesquite had disrobed and Isaac had spent two hours eating her out, right kırklareli escort there in the living room.

It turned out that Isaac had a weird little plastic doohickey on his junk and Mesquite still had the key for that…

But she’d not given him permission to whack his Willy…

“I’ve been keeping it until Isaac found someone I could send it to, but he’s not going to get jerk-off privileges yet, poor boy.”

But now, after a ten day visit, Meski had unlocked Isaac and was letting him wank himself. Every now and then, when it looked like he was getting close, Mesquite pushed the flame up to his nuts, and he kind of calmed down, or heated up…

Isaac, for his part, was glad that his pretty cousin was staying with him as he tried to negotiate his new environs in Buttermilk Falls. He wasn’t sure what he’d do after Mesquite left again, but at least he wouldn’t be lonely.

Isaac had told Plum about his leather interests in the past…and she’d been so cool about the whole thing, though he suspected Beetle had primed her.

“I’ll stay a while, too.” Plum said gaily. “There’s usually a Starbucks or an art-supply place, or candle shop or bookstore to work at wherever I go.”

But having his cute twenty something cousin Plum installed just didn’t make it, and Mesquite had been summoned.

Now, Plum was seeing her scholastic cousin naked and punished regularly for the duration of Mesquite’s visit.

It had been very humiliating for Isaac who had always found Plum, who was a little Goth, so enticing and mysterious.

Isaac’s face reddened now as he felt his cousin’s eyes on him as he masturbated faster, trying to keep his balls away from the rising flame of the Zippo lighter.

“Oh, please, Mesquite, let up with-“

“Please what?” Mesquite asked Isaac innocently, as she waved the lighter a little closer, but not quite enough to set his pubic hair on fire.

“Shall I lock you back up, if you don’t feel like beating your meat?”

“No, I really need to cum, it’s been months since you let me back in California.”

“Hell, I have to go home tomorrow, Lawrence is still waiting for HIS orgasm, maybe I can just give the keys to Plum and she can make you beg HER.”

“Oh, Sweet Jesus, no, “Plum said, giggling helplessly. God, Meski was fun, but how could poor Isaac put up with this shit? He spoils her to death, all this week, he took her to dinner at the Buttermilk Bread Kitchen, the Collonade, La Patisserie…all the classy, expensive joints in town!

Fuck, he takes me to Denny’s!

Mesquite told Plum yesterday that some time back, Isaac even took her to the Greek islands, she got to live it up a bit.

And this is how the ungrateful bitch responds., but my lame-ass cousin seems to be lapping it up!

“See, you have to keep Isaac here cleaning and serving, not blowing his cash on sports betting, wondering if the field goal is forty-five yards in the wind and whether there is a fumble or a scrimmage or whatever it is that makes him lose money with the bookies.”

This was true, he’d not been gambling in some time, and this had been a big problem of Isaac’s in the past. And Isaac had lost weight, and looked great under the femdom regimen…

Mesquite had finally laughed in satisfaction as Isaac finally shot his load onto the floor while dancing so his balls would safely avoid the flame from the Zippo lighter held under his nuts.

“See, now he’s all done now, and while we’re gone we lock Isaac in the lav.”

Plum and Mesquite were going shopping. Mesquite needed a jogging bra or something.

Now that Isaac was no longer horny he began objecting to being secured in the bathroom.

“Please, don’t make me go sit in the toilet, Meski, I can just watch TV or go on the net, huh?”

As Plum watched, Mesquite locked Isaac’s chastity device back on his cock. “Now turn around, shmuck, lets get the cuffs on.”

Isaac found himself spinning as he objected. He knew though, it could be so much worse. Mesquite locked her husband of thirteen years, Lawrence in kneeling stocks when she was out of the house on Lawrence’s days off from work…

That is, when Lawrence wasn’t scrubbing the house!

“P-please, Mesquite. I hate shopping, despise it, but I’ll go with you, buy everything. Can’t I just at least look at my phone in the bathroom if I must be in there? You’ll be gone for hours.”

Now Isaac was jumping up and down with his hands behind his back in a tantrum, his limp dick in his cage bouncing around.

Annoyed, Mesquite took up a sofa cushion and whacked Isaac across the face, hard.

“You entitled little shit.” she said between gritted teeth as Isaac stood there, dizzily.

“I just let you finish yourself, get a nice orgasm after four months, and now you’re a white male again, giving orders?”

“No, it’s not-“

She hit him again with the cushion. “You want me to take the cane from over there and give you a whipping before we leave, you’re not even horny, afyon escort it will be pure punishment.”

Mesquite kicked Isaac in the balls as Plum gazed in wonder.

“And of course we’re going to take your credit card, the Visa Black, you’re paying for everything.”

She kicked Isaac again in the nuts and he fell down, moaning. Mesquite dragged him up, grabbing his left nipple.

“You’re going to sit in the goddamn john, on that cold floor and think about what a shit you are.”

Mesquite picked up her purse and ruffled around in it, and brought out a couple of cruel looking clamps, connected by a slim chain, and looped a heavy Yale lock through the chain and then clipped the clamps onto Isaac’s nipples, dropping the lock showily.

Isaac gasped and tears rolled down his cheeks, silently. But he knew she meant business, and tried to run in the bathroom, only to be dragged out of it by his ear.

“No, not that bathroom. You can sit in the little toilet and one-shower bathroom down the hall. Get the rug out of it, Plum, he doesn’t deserve anything soft to sit on.”

As Isaac moved miserably, he realized Mesquite had gone behind him and gotten the cane after all, and was whacking his bare ass as he jogged, sobbing into the restroom.

And Plum had taken the rug! She gave him a sympathetic look as he passed her, but Cuz was getting it, she really was.

“And, before I forget, bend over-” Mesquite grabbed Isaac by the hair and dragged his head down, and he felt a long-ish butt plug being shoved not so gently up his hidey hole.

“Don’t cinch your butt, it’s too fucking narrow in there. I didn’t get you sodomized enough back home, clearly enough.”

As soon as his anus was filled, Mesquite tripped Isaac neatly and he fell over, but then was shoved back so he was sitting on his ass.

Then Mesquite spat in his face and shut and locked the bathroom door.

“See, my Nana does this with her dachshund” Meski said to Plum as they left the house, hopping into Isaac’s BMW Mini Clubman convertible and pulled out.

“Does what with her dachshund?”

“She locks him in the bathroom when she goes out, keeps him out of trouble, no shitting on the dining room floor, or destroying sofa cushions. The dog barks it up in protest, but eventually he calms down.”

Now, sitting on the frigid bathroom tiles, his wrists uncomfortably locked behind his back…

And the bite on his nipples from the lock-enhanced clamps, Isaac felt his cock lengthening and expanding as he absorbed his humiliating punishment.

Jesus, if I only still had the belt off, I could rub my dick against the tub or maybe the sink, that would give me a good edge…

Mesquite was so hot as was Cousin Plum!

But, Isaac would be sitting here bored, for at least three hours and frankly, he was just a bit chilly as well.

What would he do while the girls were gone?

Isaac would have to interview various dominants when he got out of the john, of course. My butt’s freezing now!

Isaac thought he should try to stand to warm his butt up.

Why are bathrooms so cold? If they’d been back in Southern California, in Mesquite and Lawrence’s house, Mesk would have cuffed his ankles together, or even put his nuts in a Humbler, so he couldn’t move at all.

I mean, I could stand a little in a Humbler, but my back would be horribly bent over.

And it’s so you know, shivery in here.

I bet Mesquite turned the heat off when they left, or at least way down.

Mesquite was a bit evil, in a cute way.

Once, back when Isaac was still doing business seminars for U.S.C., he’d spent the entire weekend at Mesquite’s house servicing Meski and her friends of both sexes with his mouth, as was Lawrence, Mesquite’s husband.

The women had stroked Isaac’s and Larry’s cocks unmercifully with their hands, tits and feet.

When the first evening was over, and everyone had gone home, Lawrence had placidly allowed Mesquite to lock his belt back on.

But when Mesquite and Lorraine, Lawrence’s 19 year old daughter from his first marriage, a hot little honey blonde…

They’d approached Isaac, and Lorraine winked at her stepmother as she’d locked the cuffs on Isaac’s wrists, while Mesquite began wrapping the belt around his waist

And, the chastity belt just set Isaac off, and he burst into tears, so frustrated.

Ignoring Lawrence’s warning look, Isaac had screamed “Why do I have to go to bed without being allowed to orgasm…I worked so hard today to entertain you ladies.”

So the women had stopped just before locking Isaac up. Lorraine escorted her father to bed and, smiling sympathetically, Mesquite had pushed Isaac into the bathroom, his cock still un-locked and quite hard.

Mesquite had helped Isaac to lie down on his back in the tub, and Lorraine had joined her there.

Wow. Isaac had gone down on each of them about five or six times, and he so thirsted, looking at Lorraine’s shaved snatch.

They looked so amasya escort sympathetic!

Lorraine carefully stepped in the tub, standing naked over Isaac’s stiff penis and she began rubbing his dick with her toes.

Mesquite, wearing only stockings, had crouched over Isaac’s face and pushed her nyloned toes on his nose.

Isaac had kissed Mesquite’s foot in gratitude…it seemed like they would be stimulating him to an orgasm…

He came so close…

And then, just as he was going to jism on Lorraine’s foot, the ladies had jumped off…

Abandoning the supine Isaac in the tub, Lorraine had turned the cold shower on, icy of course, and they’d run out of the bathroom, laughing cruelly.

The poor man was left with the shower hosing him down for nearly an hour, before Lorraine had felt pity and sneaked back in and turned off the icy stream.

But she’d laughed, since Isaac was so aroused by the betrayal that he’d still been quite erect.

“Dude, you can use your safe word if you want out.”

But Isaac had shaken his head, reluctantly. And of course he’d had to lie in the wet tub till morning…

So soaked in the freezing droplets!

Remembering it now, Isaac became even more aroused.

“He’d really enjoyed his eighteen months, conducting seminars at the University of Southern California, and knowing Lawrence and Mesquite and their friends…

But U.S.C’s contract for Isaac’s business seminars had ended, and he knew he had to go on to his next post, at Buttermilk State University.

The contract Isaac had signed would be a two to five year thing, and it paid well.

And, Isaac had also been hired as a consultant to several businesses in the area, and that might last even longer.

He had to find someone to take charge of him, or else he’d be terribly disoriented.

Isaac still missed the old days, when he’d been teaching at the London School of Economics, servicing the large cock of Master Strathdrummond.

Or his time in Bangalore, the capital of Karnataka, India, when he’d been the tranny slut of Lady Nirosha.

That had been a weird gig,. During the day, Isaac had been lecturing at the Indian Institute of Management-Bangalore, and at night he’d been sent out in drag by Nirosha…

To prostitute himself, sometimes sucking off his own students while in disguise, very heavily made-up, kneeling on the shore of the Bay of Bengal after loud parties…

Hideous as it had been, and terrified that eh might be put in a compromising position, it had also been glorious.

What would happen here in Buttermilk Falls?

The next day, as Isaac dropped Mesquite off at the airport, he told her how much she meant to him, and Meski gave Isaac a long kiss.

“I took the liberty, Isaac of putting an ad out for you, a personal ad on Craigslist.”

“CRAIGSLIST?”

“Oh sure, the people on Alt dot com and Fetlife are so much tamer. You’d be bored. I also put a physical card on the bulletin board at this funky little store on Buttermilk Boulevard, the Dungeonopolis Gift Shop.”

“Y-you did?”

“Oh sure, I wrote that you were attractive and financially generous. Plum says she will help you vet the candidates, though it’s ridiculous, of course to be able to choose the person who enslaves you.”

She kissed Isaac again and rubbed his caged cock in his pants.

“Oh well, good luck!”

At this gift shop place, Mesquite had purchased a much smaller penile cage to replace Isaac’s relatively comfortable chastity sheath.

“It will make you accessible to teasing all the time, without all the trouble of unlocking you!”

And she was gone!

When Isaac returned home that day, he and Plum didn’t say much about all that had happened.

He was clothed in front of his pretty relative for the first time in almost two weeks, and was vaguely aware that she had the keys to his new chastity tube, in a little brown envelope, hidden somewhere.

After he’d made Plum dinner, she sat on the couch with her feet on Isaac’s lap, and he rubbed them devotedly as he’d always done.

Plum’s dark morass of unruly curls shone and her tits were prime in the little gray tank top she was wearing, an odd choice for February, though Isaac had indeed built a fire.

Plum was also in faded jeans and she was thoroughly enjoying the foot massage. She knew if she held out, he’d probably paint her toenails too…he was that kind of guy.

“So, Isaac when Mesquite and I were at the Dungeonopolis Gift Shop place, this kinky joint, the manager asked me if I needed a job.”

Isaac kneaded Plum’s heel. “Well, you’re gifted at retail, Plum…running stores, shop-lifting, all sorts of related stuff…”

He thought of the time that Plum had knocked over a display case in a jewelry store, and, when the manager ran to pick it up, she’d emptied the register and hoisted off the diamond display…

And then a month later had gotten a job there, because she wanted to settle down a little.

“It’s a little different in these BDSM places, Plum, but you have now had a little experience-“

Isaac blushed, remembering how his pretty cousin had witnessed a week of nude torture and humiliation.

Reading his mind, Plum snickered. “Yeah, watching Meski twisting your nipples with pliers and shoving pickles up your ass, and those gross enemas gave me some real education, buddy.”

We had lived together for six months that day, I smiled to myself. Jason had been working hard for the whole time to try and make sure that we don’t go under. I’d been working part time at the stables while trying to get my writing career off the ground. During the day, I wrote my ass off, in the evening, I’d clean the house and cook for Jason coming home. I bent over the table, dusting the far side of it that I had to stretch to reach. The furniture came with the house, if it hadn’t this would be an ikea dining set big enough only for the two of us. Atlas barked and jumped up off the sofa, rushing to the door as he heard the key turning and Jason coming in.

I didn’t hear him greet Atlas like he usually would, so I called out, “Hey?” I heard him step into the room and up behind me. I smiled and grunted a little as I got the last bit of dust off the edge of the table. I assumed he was just standing back, smirking and watching me like he sometimes would, jokingly. I was wearing little bed shorts, so it seemed pretty likely today. I smiled as I straightened up a little but suddenly I felt his cold fingertips on my hips, slipping under my top. I giggled and tried to turn around but his fingers dug into my side like vices. “Jason…” I groaned, laughing a little.

“Shut up.” He said in a low voice. I blushed. Slowly, one hand moved to my stomach and moved up to my chest, roughly grasping my breast and kneading it in his palm. I let out a moan, knowing from a lot of experience that this would be what he wanted. His hot breath tickled kastamonu escort the side of my neck and he used his other hand to yank my t-shirt down over my shoulder. He planted a kiss gently on my skin before his teeth dug into me, making me let out a small cry.

He pushed his crotch into my butt and ground against me. “Jason…” I breathed heavily, again. His bites moved down my shoulder, leaving a trail of dark red and purple marks on his way. I must admit, this was one of my favourite greetings so far. He suddenly removed his hand from my chest and tangled it in my hair. His other rested on my back and pushed me down so my face was pressed against the glass. “Now moan.” He growled as he roughly tugged my shorts and panties down. “One of my colleagues seems to think that he’s the boss. But he isn’t, is he?” A flush went up through my body and I could feel myself getting wetter. He was having a hard time, and I was the means by which he was going to relieve his stress. He slapped my ass, hard, and I let out a squeal. “Is he?” He said more loudly.

“No, Daddy, he’s not.” I struggled to say.

“Good girl.” He said, with a smile in his voice. His finger gently slipped down over my butt and towards the warm, wet spot between my legs. I whimpered. He chuckled. “So who is the boss, Kitten?”

I took a deep breath, “You, Daddy.” I mustered the control to say. I heard him laugh a little, but then his serious tone returned.

“So why would he treat me like kayseri escort that? I don’t fucking know.” He slipped a finger inside me so I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes tight. “But it makes me so angry, it’s so frustrating, I have to take out this tension somehow.” I whimpered again and lent all my weight on the table. Suddenly, I heard his belt be undone and his trousers slip down. I couldn’t contain a squeal as I felt his cock pressed against my hole. I tried to raise my head but he twisted my hair, making me cry out in pain and pushing my cheek into the wood. “Fuck, you’re so tight…” I gave him a loud moan in return as he buried himself inside me. I felt so full, I could barely take it all. “Good little slut, you’re doing very well.” He purred before pulling out completely. I whined, wanting it back, but my gentle sounds were replaced by squeals as he slammed his cock back into me. Every push hurt, but I wanted more, I wanted it even more rough.

I reached an arm around and dug my nails into his stomach, leaving red nail marks in my tracks. He groaned and barked, “Bitch!” before slapping my ass and making tears come to my eyes. His thrusts sped up and hit me hard, his skin slapping against mine. “Come on,” He slowed right down, leaning over so his weight pressed me up against the table. He bit my ear lobe firmly, then whispered, “Moan like a slut for Daddy. I want to hear how much it hurts kitten.” I let out a quiet sob and shut my eyes. “Oh, are you crying now? You think kıbrıs escort that’s gonna make me stop, baby?” He laughed, leaning up and slapping my bright red ass again. “Cry. Cry your eyes out, I wanna hear it. Show me how bad it hurts.” He tugs my head up, holding my upper body off the table just by my hair. The strain makes tears pour down my cheeks.

“Ow…” I whisper. He laughs and begins pumping back into me again, groaning and gripping my flesh roughly. Slowly, it begins to feel so much more amazing. His hand slips to my front and starts attacking my clit, harshly moving it from side to side. This throws me over the edge. I cry out and scream, my whole body convulsing as I lose control, “Daddy! Oh my god… please…” The rest of my words come out twisted and forced and nonsensical before finally I cry, “Jason! Jason…” I pant like a bitch.

This pushes him to his limit, hearing me cry his name like that, and he moans and pushes deep inside me, filling me with cum. I breathe shakily and heavily as he slowly lets me go. I hear his trousers go up as I collapse against the table. His hands slip around my waist and he pulls me upright, then steps back and sits on the sofa, tugging me into his lap. I snuggle in against his chest, taking in his scent and relishing it as I sleepily lie against him. “I’m sorry for going so rough on you baby, I’ll make it up to you.” I shake my head and smile, satisfied.

“You don’t need to do any-” He cuts me off, kissing my neck and my shoulder, knowing how much I love that.

“Yes I do, you’re so good to me. You deserve it.” He slowly moves me to lie across his lap and begins massaging my shoulders and down my back, I let out little moans.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I whisper, slowly falling asleep.

“I love you, Kitten.” He mumbles as my eyes close.

“I love you too…” I manage to say before I drift off completely.