The day has finally arrived for U/us to be together once again and i have begun my ritual of preparation. Comforted and settled by the knowledge that i will soon be back home in His arms. Time seems to pass so slowly as i sit waiting to leave when my phone rings.

His name appears on the screen i answer it immediately i hear in His voice disappointment as He informs me that He must cancel O/our plans. There has been a family emergency and He has to take care of a situation involving His brother.

i am disappointed by the news but i know that life has it’s disappointments and i must be willing to put aside my desires and support Him during a difficult situation. i reassure Him that it is okay and let Him know that if i can help to feel free to call. i am available to serve Him in whatever fashion He needs.

Though i feel a sense of disappointment in the change of plans there is a sense of pleasure at being able to be of emotional support to Him during this minor crisis in His life. i feel a new depth of closeness to Him in providing Him a loving shoulder to lean on and comfort to ease His difficulty. This new level of unselfishness to put His needs before mine brings me a comfort i relish the experience to serve all His needs not just those in the bedroom.

To help carry His burdens and make His day easier is now a task i wish to embrace completely. i find my desire to bring peace, joy, and serenity into His life in every way possible to be a fulfilling purpose in my life. As i go about my day waiting to hear from Him i am at peace.

my phone finally rings as i am laying in bed He is driving back home and begins to share with me His day i listen as He decompresses from the stress. i feel honored He trusts me to share these burdens with me. The pride i experience in being a soft place for Him to land grows. He shares with me the details of the day and His concerns of the situation.

i can hear relief enter His voice as i listen and reassure Him and O/our discussion changes to how much enjoyment W/we find in each other. Unburdened He tells me how He wishes i was home waiting for His arrival from such an arduous day so that He could embrace me. i wish for nothing more than to be waiting for Him after a difficult day to assuage His distress and provide Him with whatever release He needs.

As He finishes sharing His desire to have me in His arms He says those words that previously bring forth a response of panic triggering me to run “I love you”. my breath quickens at the statement and i wait expecting to feel the normal response but that is not the case i respond for the first time with “i love You also”. There is no panic there is no hesitation or uncertainty, i am completely in love with Him with every fiber of my being i know the truth of this statement.

He is shocked for a moment at the revelation of O/our love for each other the ease in which He had stated His love for me. i too find the depth of such emotion only knowing each other for such a brief time indescribable. The truth is undeniable though logic dictates a slower pace W/we realize that logic has no bearing in this equation.

O/our love is not dictated by time it is destined to exist and cannot be denied. W/we have spoken the truth openly and without any reservations to each other and it is perfect. i didn’t ever realize anything was missing from my life till that moment and now i realize that though i was complete alone i am completed by His love and my love for Him.

W/we make arrangements for the weekend He is going to come to my area. i am excited anticipating the next encounter and the blossoming of O/our relationship as M/s. i am learning that not only is He creating in me a better woman through His skillful Mastery but my submission to Him is developing Him into a fuller man.

The journey W/we share in this growth is amazing and has no bounds it is infinite in its nature. i am excited to once again be on His arm enlarging my submission to Him. i eagerly anticipate bayburt escort watching the evolution as His dominance grows and with each encounter i see Him grow into the Master of me He was always destined to be.

With His arrival at my home i stand ready for His inspection, i have prepared myself in a short black knit dress with black suede thigh high boots. As He exits His car i see the smile of pleasure grow on His face before He takes me into His embrace. Holding me front of Him to fully view me before taking His hands and firmly grasping me by my hair pulling back my head engulfing me in His kiss consummating His pleasure at what He sees with a kiss.

W/we enter my house where He bends me over the table exposing my bare bottom gently caressing it with His strong hands before He imprints each exposed cheek with His handprint setting the tone for what lies ahead. He has arranged a hotel room for O/our night together. On the drive to the hotel He tells me that tonight He will be exerting more dominance over me.

i am excited and anxious at meeting the new challenges He has in store. i wish more than anything meet His requirements and to exceed His expectations. i am given direction that i will no longer open my door and will stand and wait for Him to open them for me. He will control my entrance and exit from this point forward. W/we arrive at the hotel and i sit patiently in my seat waiting for Him to allow my exit from the car.

He retrieves O/our belongings from the vehicle and than opens the door for me to exit. As W/we approach the entrance to the hotel i stand to the side as He pulls open the door for me to enter into the lobby. i stand to the side as He checks U/us in my breathing begins to accelerate as the anticipation builds for what He has planned for me next. As W/we ride the elevator He grabs me pulling me close to Him kissing my mouth i can feel Him swell against me He exerts His command of my body and my entire being responds to His dominance.

Upon entering the room He directs me to remove my dress and hang it up neatly for use later. i follow His commands and remove my clothing leaving on the boots as He has directed. He retrieves the ice bucket and informs me to wait for His return i instinctively kneel with my legs spread apart and my arms behind my back to wait for His return. When He enters the room i present myself to Him on my knees exposed for His inspection with my back arched so that my breasts are thrust forward. His smile expresses the pleasure that i have waited for His return in such a fashion.

He secures the collar about my throat tugging on it to confirm it’s security before He secures a cuff to each of my wrists. Now He places a blindfold over my eyes depriving me of my ability to see. Pulling me up He bends me over the bed to begin warming up my body with His flogger i love the sensation of the leather thongs as they lick my skin.

Now that my body is quivering from the exquisite assault of the flogging He lays me on the bed my arms secured behind my back with rope He has ran through the rings of the cuffs than through the eyelet on the collar cinching my arms up and securing them tightly so that i am helpless to move them. Spreading apart my legs so that i am completely vulnerable and exposed He leaves me informing me that He will return shortly.

i am helpless blindfolded, exposed and incapable of moving to free myself from His bondage i wait. Each moment feels like an eternity i feel a sense of panic rise in me concerned that He has forgotten me. i am completely at His mercy waiting for Him. i feel the pressure of my arms bound to my collar pull on my throat a burning sensation begins to run into my shoulders from my position supporting the weight of my body with my arms bound behind my back. i am experiencing so many sensations all at once, the fear of Him not returning, the excitement of being so exposed, the desire to endure this ordeal in a fashion that bartın escort pleases Him. i am unsure if He is even present in the room watching my torment but the thought of Him quietly watching me endure this torture cause my clit to swell and i spread my legs further apart increasing my exposure.

Finally i hear the door open and close i hear Him walk to the bed He pulls me forward releasing my arms from their bondage. i feel the circulation begin to return as He lays me flat on my back positioning me for His use. Spreading me apart He begins to insert inside of me various devices stimulating juices to flow unabashed from me. Till finally i explode flooding the bed in my orgasm. He now removes the blindfold and engulfs me in His arms enjoying the feeling of my body as it trembles from the intensity of the orgasm He generated. He gently caresses me and with each touch triggers more tremors till they eventually subside. Finally i have recovered and my senses have returned and now it is my turn for i have prepared a surprise for Him this time.

As He lays on the bed i reach for my purse removing a bag of mentholated drops unwrapping two of them i place them in my mouth allowing them to dissolve and the menthol from the drops begin to create a warming sensation in my mouth. i than go to Him slowly i begin to run my tongue down His skin swirling it around each nipple and taking a moment to nibble and tease each one till i hear the moans begin in His throat. i continue my way down slowly caressing each inch of His skin with my tongue till i reach His already swelling cock running my tongue down it slowly tracing each ridge and vein till i reach the scrotum.

i work my tongue back to the head of His cock with care to caress each area before finally engulfing His cock deep into my throat. The menthol begins to penetrate and the warming sensation begins to increase His pleasure intensifying the sensation of His cock penetrating my mouth i feel the head begin to swell and the pulsation of the veins as the blood begins to engorge them. i engulf Him to the base of His shaft feeling the pressure of His hard cock pressing against the back of my throat as He explodes into my mouth the sweet flavor of His cum fills my mouth pleasing my taste buds as i consume each delectable drop.

With O/our desires now temporarily appeased W/we prepare for dinner and a night out on the town. He hands me His slacks to iron, as He prepares Himself a drink and relaxes. i enjoy the task and take care to insure they are neatly pressed and prepared for Him to wear i carefully lay them over a chair and begin to iron His shirt. i than go to re-dress myself and make myself presentable for dinner.

Dressed for the evening i stand off to the side of the door waiting for Him to open it so i may exit the room. W/we leave the hotel and He opens the car door allowing me to enter. As we drive i feel the welts from His marks on my bottom and the sensation as always sends tingles through out. my dress is extremely short and barely covers my bottom as i sit during the drive to the restaurant. He has made reservations at a steak house and as W/we wait to be seated He asks if i have any allergies to food or dislikes. i inform Him that i have none and provide Him with my preferences uncertain of why He is asking these questions.

He informs me that He will now order my food for me and will further exert His dominance by determining what i will eat. i am slightly surprised by the excitement of relinquishing this control to Him and am pleased with the response it generates. W/we are shown our booth and He informs the Hostess that only one menu is necessary. Ordering O/our drinks He than examines the menu’s selections. While W/we wait for the waiter to return W/we discuss various subjects and i find O/our conversations to be so stimulating not just to my desires but to my mind also. i occasionally find myself moving my foot against His leg as He sits across from me ığdır escort running it up His thigh.

He orders O/our meal and we continue the conversation as W/we savor the food. His selections were perfect. With each new experience my trust in His judgment increases and i release my being further into His care. O/our meal complete W/we exit the restaurant to continue the evening walking to the car W/we pass a bar with a pool table. He escorts me in so that W/we can enjoy a few games of pool.

Removing my coat i sit waiting while He leaves to retrieve drinks and quarters. He begins to rack the balls and i prepare to break realizing that my dress while standing barely covers my bottom. i feel the anxiety rise as the realization that bending to take my shot will expose my bottom and reveal His marks to those who are watching. i feel a slight flush form on my cheeks as i bend to take my first shot. i sink the shot and stand to examine my next move taking a moment to see His reaction. i can see bye the expression on His face He is pleased with my willingness to be so exposed. i know He can sense the anxiety that such a public exposure causes me and i see that my willingness to endure such anxiety for Him increases the pride and love He feels for me.

As W/we play other people walk past us stopping and complimenting me on my boots, and dress with each compliment He swells with joy and pleasure, His eyes glow from the honor He feels with being my Master. i begin to relax and revel in the desire i feel at causing Him such pleasure and begin to focus on increasing the grace in which i move. O/our game completed W/we resume the walk to the car.

He has selected a place to go dancing i am excited once again to lose myself with Him on the dance floor. Entering the club and i follow Him to a table standing as He removes my coat and goes to get U/us drinks. He returns and while enjoying O/our drinks He spreads apart my legs so that He can run His hand up my thigh causing a moan to escape my mouth. Achieving the desired response He leads me to the dance floor where W/we once again enjoy the music rubbing O/our bodies against each other to the beat oblivious of everyone around.

As the evening progresses women in the club approach me to compliment me on how sexy i look. A few men try to make a move on me only to realize they have no chance. He is the envy of every man in the room and i of every woman. Retreating to the back dance floor a woman approaches me asking to see the tattoo on my thigh. i lift my dress higher exposing the mermaid which runs from my hip down my thigh and she runs her hand across it. Her friend approaches to examine it and asks if she may lick my thigh i can sense Him waiting for my response as i say Yes i feel the pleasure radiate from Him as i expose my thigh and she drops to her knees to runs her tongue up my leg.

He rewards me for my actions by telling me how proud He is of me and how honored He is at my gift of submission to Him. Taking me back to the dance floor W/we once again lose O/ourselves to the music before returning back to the hotel. Undressing W/we retreat under the covers of the bed wrapped in each other’s arms. W/we sleep completely spent from the evening.

Waking in the morning He begins to kiss and caress me He directs me on top of Him as He enters me i begin to ride His hard cock till simultaneously W/we orgasm my body responding to His by clenching Him tighter collapsing on His chest in His arms with Him still inside me till the last tremor subsides before leaving the bed to shower and dress for the day.

Checking out of the hotel W/we drive to a restaurant for breakfast to appease O/our appetites the morning activities have created. i now instinctively wait while He opens the doors for me permitting my entrance i no longer reach for the menu but sit while He peruses the menu. The dread though begins to form as the food is brought and W/we begin to eat knowing that soon He will be returning me home and i will have to say goodbye till O/our next encounter. i wish i could consume my food more slowly but i can sense that He has a pending matter to attend to and i can’t delay the end of O/our time any longer. Yet another business trip but before departing W/we make arrangements for the next encounter i miss Him greatly when He is gone and count the days till His return.

Jack and his slut drove back to his apartment without talking. When they had parked in the garage, Jack told her to get out and get her dress on. She stepped out of the SUV and opened the back seat. She couldn’t see her dress in the back.

“Ummm, master? I don’t see my dress in the back seat.”

“That’s because I have in my hands.” Jack had stepped out and already started heading to the elevator. She shut the door and rushed to catch up, but not before an older man who had just got out of his car noticed her running by. He was exposed to the wonderful sight of a set of natural 32D breasts, bouncing along on her chest, and a good view of her round bubble butt as she ran past. He couldn’t help it, and he whistled his approval.

She stopped and turned. She hadn’t noticed him standing there. She didn’t realize, but she was now exposing all her forward assets to him, and she saw his eyes travel from her head to her feet and back up. He smiled lecherously:

“Hey babe, I think you forgot something.”

She went a deep shade of red, turned, and ran to the elevator. Her master had just stepped in and she didn’t want to be stuck down here alone with the man. She just got inside as the doors closed. He threw her dress at her feet.

She bent down and put it on, as the elevator kept rising. She had just tied it, when the elevator opened on Jack’s floor.

“Take off the dress.”

She was confused. She had just finished putting it on. He stepped out of the elevator and turned to look at her.

“That’s hesitation. Would you like to make it disobedience?”

She quickly stepped off the elevator and untied her dress. As she was pulling it off her arms, a door opened behind her. She heard it, but didn’t dare turn to look. Jack had a very angry look on his face… And she didn’t want to make her punishment any worse then it already was. He turned and walked to his door. She resigned herself, removed it and walked to the door. She walked in and closed it behind her.

Although she was relieved that she was in the privacy of his apartment, she was also wet enough to fill a pool. The effect of the alcohol from earlier and the fact that at least 2 people in the building had seen her naked had her turned on like never before. She was leaning against the door, on the inside, and her breathing was speeding up. Jack hasn’t said anything since he came in. In fact, she didn’t see him. She headed to the living room and didn’t see him so assumed he would be in the bedroom.

When she walked in, she found him pulling out a toolbox. He opened it and removed a drill, a hammer and some other tools she couldn’t identify.

“I’m heading downstairs to get the bags. Sit down and relax. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

“Thank you, master. I will.”

Jack figured she would be way too horny to resist taking care of herself. He was planning on catching her in the act, so he hurried downstairs, grabbed all the bags, including his purchases from the sex shop, and headed up.

He was gone about 5 minutes total, so knew she would be either very close to a first cum, or in the process of building up to a second orgasm.

He opened the door slowly, and as expected, found her on the sofa, legs spread and two fingers pistoning in and out of her sloppy cunt. She was so wet you could hear the sound her pussy was making.

Her eyes were closed, and judging by her breathing she was close to her release. He dropped the bags loudly and shouted at her:

“Slut, did I give you permission to play with yourself?”

The look on her face was priceless. Jack almost laughed out when he saw it. He contained himself and continued:

“You are going to have to be taught a pretty severe lesson tonight. It’s too bad, I had something special planned for you.

“But due to your hesitation downstairs and now this… Well, it’s going to be special for a different reason.”

He smiled, trying to make it look evil. She still hadn’t removed her fingers but had stopped moving them. Looked like whatever she had built up to was now on hold, fear having taken over.

“Cunt, don’t just sit there. Squat like I taught you last night.”

She quickly got into position. She just sat there, pussy spread open as shown, and waited.

Jack put the clothing bags away and grabbed the tools. He spent about half an hour installing the hooks and straps and various hardware he bought from the sex shop in the bedroom.

She could hear him working in the other room. Her legs were hurting, and her pussy was feeling pretty cold since her lips were spread and she hadn’t stopped creaming.

Jack finally came back into the living room. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her forward. She stuck out her arms and he dragged her on all fours into his bedroom. Her legs were in pretty serious pain from the squatting and were cramping while she was on all fours. Once in the room, she noticed a few straps around the bed and some hooks on the ceiling and walls. She wondered what they were all for.

He pulled ardahan escort up on her hair, indicating he wanted her to stand up. The pain started slowly dissipating from her knees and ankles as she got to her feet.

Jack was going to test her limits. He wasn’t planning on causing any long term damage, but he wouldn’t stop for some light bruising this time. He grabbed some rope and got started.

He placed her in the centre of the room, at the foot of the bed. Then, he spread her legs and secured them to the feet at the corners. Next, he bent her slightly forward and stretched her arms out to the side. He had affixed hooks into the ceiling, about 2 feet in from the foot of the bed and drew the ropes trough them and tied them off.

She was now secured, her shins against the edge of the mattress, he body angled 45 degrees forward and arms raised in the air and forward.

He had considered this position specifically because her tits would be hanging down, her head would be aiming up, and her ass would be sticking out. For what he wanted to do this evening, these were important factors.

He pulled out a bunch of items from his bag, and the Cunt was wondering what all these things were. He placed the objects at the foot of the bed. He then grabbed a red ball with some straps attached and placed it in her mouth. He attached the leather belt behind her head, making sure it was secure.

Next, he took a rope and attached it to the buckle, pulling her head back and attaching it to a hook in the ceiling. Now he could only look forward, and not see what he would be doing to her body.

“Slut, I want you to know a few things before we get started.

“A year and a half ago, you left me, despite our time together, without any warning or any attempt to work on our troubles.

“Although it left me heartbroken, I tried my best to become a better person and try and win you back.

“When I realized it wasn’t going to work, I decided to move. Just over a year ago, you and I met so I could let you know I was leaving. You happily informed me you were also moving, in with the other guy.

“Well, at that point, all the love I had for you and hope for us became anger.

“I want to hurt you, and I will. And to make sure that no one comes knocking on our door, I have placed a the nice red rubber ball in your mouth. Another reason I have decided to gag you is so I don’t have to listen to you beg me to stop. You will be subjected to all of this, no mercy will be granted.

“So, lets get started.”

She was panicking. She was starting to have doubts. Maybe this wasn’t what she wanted. She expected to be disciplined, some light bondage, maybe some spanking. Everything thus far was perfectly acceptable to her.

But now? He wanted to hurt her for the sake of hurting her. Was she wrong about him? Did she underestimate his feelings since the breakup? All these these questions were going through her mind when she felt a sharp pain at her left nipple, and she couldn’t tilt her head down to see what was causing it.

Jack had just attached a clothespin to her left nipple. Then he attached another to her right nub. He had also tied one end of some thin rope to the pins. He then proceeded to attach more pins, all around her areoles, in an extending spiral till he had reached the outside of her tits.

She couldn’t see what was happening, but the pain was immense. Every second, another sharp pinching pain would hit her from her tits. It was working its way out, from the middle. And what’s worse, the sharp sting was followed by a consistent pain in every spot. She figured he was attaching something to her skin, most likely pins. He had tried to convince her in the past, but she didn’t want to have any marks or bruises on her skin. Now, it felt like hundreds of them were all over her breasts.

He had threaded the rope through the 20 or so pins on each breast. Then, he brought both ends together and ran a single line of pins from the top of her stomach till just above her pussy.

Now came the critical part. He inserted a finger in her pussy and slowly stroked the spongy pad at the roof of her cunt. He wanted her wet and distracted. After about a minute of this slow pace, he pulled out and used the wetness on his finger to rub her clit. He stroked it for over 2 minutes. In that time, her breathing had sped up, her skin was getting rosy, and she was starting to glow from perspiration. He figured he wouldn’t be able to make her cum like this, but he wasn’t planning for that.

She was surprised, after the pain of all the pins, he started playing with her pussy. It was slow, but he was rubbing one of the most sensitive parts of her pussy. In fact, it was too slow. She couldn’t possibly get anywhere close to cumming like that, and when he started to stroke her clit, she became excited. But again, the speed and movement was infuriatingly slow.

He removed his finger and suddenly she felt an explosion of pain, centred on her clit and adıyaman escort radiating out. It was more pain than she had ever felt. She tried escaping, but she was secured quite well. She couldn’t move forward or backwards. She was screaming, but the gag was muffling it to a low whine. She caught her breath and the pain still hadn’t subsided. In fact, it seemed to have spread, encompassing her entire pussy. She was screaming in short gasps after a few seconds, although the initial pain had now lost it’s edge, there was still a persistent sting. Combined with the pain in her breasts, she was on the verge of unconciousness.

Jack had played with her until her clit became hard and stuck out slightly. Then, he placed a clothespin on it. He had never witnessed the kind of struggling that his slut had just shown him. He was afraid that she would rip the hooks out and break the board at the base of the bed. She was trying to scream, and luckily the gag did a good job of blocking that, because certainly the neighbours would have asked questions. He was actually surprised, and for a second, almost removed the pin from the reaction he got. But she calmed, and although still freaking out, she wasn’t moving as much and her screaming had reduced. He had taken the opportunity of her distraction to add 3 pins to each labia, with the string through them.

After about 30 seconds, she had stopped screaming and had started sobbing. Her tears were dragging even more of her mascara all over the place. She had already mussed her makeup with her disobedience at the steakhouse, but now the waterworks were causing the black to spread. Drops were hitting the white sheet beneath her and leaving black stains.

He then went back into his bag and pulled out the lube. This is where his plan was going to get him something he wanted from her, the final frontier, if you will. He was going to hurt her, torture her, and he was going to do something she had never thought to let anyone do. He was going to take her anal cherry and he was going to do it with very little regard for her pleasure.

He started by just rubbing some of lube on her asshole. He applied a bit to his index finger, and slowly worked it into her rectum. She started to shake her ass, trying to get away from the probing digit. He slapped her hard on the left ass cheek, leaving a nice red imprint. She seemed to be repeating her unwillingness into her gag. She was even trying to shake her head, as much as her bonds would let her. If she was having such a strong opposition to one finger, he was sure she would hate what was coming next. He had a couple of more preparations to do before he was ready to violate her ass.

After he was sure there was enough lube, he reached into the bag again and pulled out a small butt plug. It had a conical shape, that grew to an inch at it’s widest, then closed up and had a small, narrow handle. It was clearly designed to be inserted and extracted repeatedly. He applied some lube to the plug and started to push it in. Her movements didn’t abate, and he was getting tired of struggling at the tightness of her anal opening, and also the displacement of his target due to her squirming. He decided nice and easy wasn’t going to be enough for this bitch.

“Cunt, I am very very angry. I wanted to do this nice and easy for you, try not to cause you too much discomfort. But it looks like…you…prefer…the hard way!!” He shouted out as he shoved the plug into her ass with full force. At first, it didn’t look like it would give, but the constant pressure and the slightly numbing effect of the lube allowed him enough of an opening to slide the tiny toy into her.

She was becoming delirious. The agony in her cunt was still present, and the pinching of her skin was still causing her considerable pain. As if all that wasn’t enough, Jack had put something in her ass. Hard. She had never tried anal, and truly, never hoped to. She considered it an exit only. She didn’t even think about it when she gave herself to her master. But now, she was frightfully aware of how much control he had, and how little she knew of his intentions. The fear and pain were putting her into a trance. It wasn’t simply arousal or sexual craving, but a sense of loss of control that was liberating her. She finally understood her true needs. She now understood that her mind did not crave the freedom of never having to think or make a decision, but rather, her mind wanted to know that it had no control at all. The extreme pain woke her to the realization that her body wasn’t hers, and she was happy about it. With this epiphany, she also felt something she didn’t think was possible, she felt a climax building in her ass and pussy.

Jack noticed when she relaxed. He didn’t expect it, but it was obvious. One moment she was screaming, and the next, she went almost limp. Then, just as quickly, her knees started to shake. He noticed the pins on her labia were vibrating. This he could now recognize was the beginning of her climax. He moved karabük escort from behind her and climbed onto the bed next to her. He leaned close to her ear.

“You can cum, slut.”

And she did. All her climaxes today were not enough to reduce the energy and force of this one. Even Jack was stunned. Her whole body started to convulse. It was for all appearances a seizure. Every muscle in her body would tense, then relax, then tense back up. Over and over, for almost a minute. He hadn’t touched her since it started. After a little bit, she finally went fully limp, hanging by the ropes attached to her hands. Her eyes were closed and drool was dripping off her chin from the screaming and moaning. Her breathing was laborious, and every few seconds she would have a tremor. He let her rest for a full 10 minutes while he grabbed a beer and removed all his clothing. He was hard as a rock, the display of her orgasm being something he had never even imagined. He wanted to have his own finish, but he wanted to leave it till the last, and he already knew where he wanted to cum.

After the rest period, he woke her from her unconsciousness.

“Looks like you enjoyed the preliminaries. Shall we get on with the main event?”

She was disoriented from the force of her climax. She wasn’t sure what he meant by main event. But after the eureka moment she had and the power of her cum, she would allow him to do anything he wanted.

He pulled the butt plug out of her ass and grabbed another one, slightly longer and only about a half inch thicker. He lubed it up and added a dollop on her brown eye and started to work it in. She had stopped moving, and despite her breathing and grunting indicating it was defenitely hurting, she kept her ass in place and allowed him to make slow progress. This plug was similar in design to the previous one, and once completely inserted, he applied lube around the protruding part and started to saw it in and out. He would keep the bulbous part lodged in her opening for a second, then push back in, then pull it out till only the tip was in, push it back, then pull and hold at the widest. He was training her sphincter to handle the girth of the plug, and after about 30 strokes, he was able to slide it in and out quite easily.

Then he grabbed another, and this would be the last one. This one was as thick as his cock, a full 2 and a half inches. It wasn’t nearly as long, but that was on purpose. He wanted to be able to get his cock in, but still make her feel the excruciating pain of a rapid and forced insertion. Jack just didn’t want to lose his cock in the process.

After a full 15 minutes with the largest plug, he felt her ass would be ready. If not, too bad. He squirted a bunch of lube in her slightly gaping asshole, then applied some to the head and shaft of his cock. It glistened in the light, as did her ass from all the lube he had used. He rubbed some into her ass cheeks, and then brought his fuck stick to the opening.

She was biting hard into the ball gag. Her asshole was in a lot of pain. She wasn’t sure what he was planning, but the 3 plugs he had used had felt so huge that she assumed he planned to fuck her there. She was certain it wouldn’t fit, and also had the certainty he would make it. Her apprehension was curbed only by the fact that she now knew that pain was the strongest trigger to her sexual fulfilment, and assumed this would bring about more pleasure than agony.

He lined up his cock head and pushed at the slightly distended opening. Surprisingly, his spongy tip entered her with little resistance. Her sphincter was now used to being open, and he figured the hard part was about to start. He push the first 2 inches of his shaft into her, almost 3 inches total, when he felt the first resistance. It was tight, but not in the same way as a pussy. It was definitely more textured and less accommodating. At the 5 inch mark, when more than half his shaft was inserted into her chocolate starfish, she started cramping. The pain was forcing her to contract her anus and colon, enhancing the pleasure for Jack, but making it difficult to go the rest of the way in. This was not going to work, he thought to himself.

“Slut, you need to relax. Just breathe slowly, through your nose. Focus on the feeling of the air entering your lungs.”

She tried to do that, but every breathe brought her more pain from the pins stuck to her breasts and torso. There was no relief. The pain was everywhere. She instead started to focus on the individual points of the pain. She started with her asshole. It felt like it had ripped, and she felt the stretched skin around his warm dick. She focused on it and started to relax her muscles, reducing the cramps. She then tried to open herself, to give her ass to him, and felt another inch slip in. She wanted to tell him to pull back and push in, spreading the lube, but she couldn’t with the gag in place. She also couldn’t rock back and forth, so she just focused on the next point of pain. Her clit was throbbing in it’s vise-like grip. The clothespin would wobble slightly, making sure the pain wouldn’t be forgotten. Her pussy lips felt stretched by the weight of the implements. Her nipples were now numb, being in the grips of the laundry aids for almost an hour at this point. The skin on her tits and tummy felt tight, no doubt because so much of it was pinched to accommodate the fasteners.

I have a new neighbor. She and her husband moved in up the street at 2301 Horseback Trail six weeks ago. I live at 2310 Horseback Trail with my family. Her name is Jacqueline but she goes by Jackie. Her husband is a pilot for FedEx and is often away for days flying freight around the world. She has a small business she runs from her house making and selling homemade body soaps and lotions on the internet.

But how I met her is the real story and what makes her special.

I work from home. My wife is a nurse working day shifts at a local hospital, my kids are all away for college. I spend all day alone at home in Zoom meetings. We do a lot of shopping on Amazon so packages arrive all the time. One day I received a couple of boxes at the same time. I usually open the packages when they arrive to break the monotony of work. Today I got a surprise.

I opened a box to find something that we did not order. In the box, according to the packaging, was a 9″ thrusting vibrating dildo, a pair of vibrating nipple clamps, and a blindfold. While my wife and I have a small collection of toys I knew we did not order anything new. I looked at the address label for the first time. It was addressed to Jackie Morrison but had my address. I remembered a neighbor mention the name of the family that moved in up the street was Morrison. I decided it must be for them and a typo was made when entering their new address. But I wasn’t sure how to return this to the rightful owner. Taking a wrongful delivered piece of clothing is one thing, but a box of sex toys is a bit more difficult.

I finally decided there was no easy way to do this so I took the box and walked up the street. I rang the doorbell and waited. Jackie answered.

“An Amazon package was delivered to my house that had your name on it but has my address.” I handed her the package. “I didn’t look at the label until after I had opened the box. When I saw the contents artvin escort I knew it wasn’t ours. Then I looked at the label and saw your name. I’m sorry I opened it before I looked.”

“Oh that isn’t a problem. I don’t even look at the labels anymore either.” She smiled as she said it. Then she looked in the box. Her cheeks turned bright red.

“Don’t worry, I am not judging. My wife and I also have a small collection of our own. In fact we have looked at that same dildo but my wife wasn’t sure she would like the thrusting motion. I know it is awkward but if you would be willing I’d like to know what you think.”

I expected a look of shock and shame. But I was surprised when she bit her lower lip and bowed her head slightly. I don’t know what caused me to do what I did but I couldn’t stop myself. “Or you could just step back a little, take off all your clothes and let me use your new toys to see how you react for myself”.

She was the one shocked this time.

“Excuse me? What did you say?”

I stepped into the house, pushing her back slightly. “I said take off all of your clothes and put your hands behind your back.”

She lowered her head and said “ok”.

I grabbed her left breast, squeezed and twisted her nipple. “From now on you will answer with ‘Yes, sir’ and nothing else. Do you understand?”

I could tell that my twisting her nipple hurt but that she also enjoyed it.

“Yes, sir.”

She removed all of her clothing, placed her hands behind her back and lowered her head. She stood before me completely naked. Her breasts were full with large nipples that were already starting to become erect. Her pubic hair was trimmed short but was not shaved in any way. Her figure was a perfect hourglass. I looked around the room and saw a roll of twine. I took the twine and walked behind her. Taking the twine I tied one aydın escort end to her wrist and then started to wind it up her forearms to just above her elbows pulling her arms tightly together as I went. This position made her vulnerable to anything I wanted to do and made her breasts push out further.

I walked around in front of her. I took her breasts in my hand and started to knead them pinching her nipples as I did.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes, sir.”

I stopped and ran my hand down her stomach to her pubic hair. “Spread your legs slightly.” She did as she was told.

I slipped two fingers across her clit and down with one finger on each side of her pussy. She was extremely wet,

I walked to the box and placed the contents on a coffee table. I took the blindfold and slipped it over her head.

I then walked away, leaving her standing naked in her foyer and found my way to the kitchen. I took a glass from her cupboard and filled it with ice. I walked back to her and placed an ice cube in my mouth. I leaned over, took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked hard while holding the ice cube to her nipple. Her nipple grew hard and erect in my mouth. I did the same to the right breast.

I placed multiple ice cubes into both hands, walked behind her, slipped my hands around her and took both breasts into my hands, holding the ice cubes firmly on her nipples. I whispered in her ear.

“Do you want to try your new nipple clamps?”

“Yes, sir”

I remove my hands and drop the ice cubes in the glass. I look at her nipples and see that they are standing fully erect. I walk to the table, get the clamps and return to her. I open them and put one on each nipple simultaneously. I then tighten each clamp, watching her face to see her reaction. Again, she gives herself away by biting her lower lip.

I lean over and balıkesir escort lick her nipples while I stroke her clit with my finger. I start tapping on her clit and she squirms. I stand up.

“Stand perfectly still and do not cum until I tell you that you can.”

“Yes, sir” she says but this time it is with a tremble.

I tap her clit some more. Her pussy is so wet that it feels like small splashes occur each time I touch her.

I walk to the table and get the dildo.

I walk behind her and whisper in her ear. “Bend over.”

“Yes, sir” again with a tremble. Not a tremble of fear, but a tremble of desire.

I turn the vibrator on and slide it between her legs, rubbing it across her clit and pussy lips. She shudders and her legs shake. “Do not fall or cum”.

I slide just the dildo tip into her pussy and her legs start to shake even harder.

“Would you like to cum?”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

I push the dildo deep inside her and say “You may cum”.

She throws her head back. Gasping she has an orgasm that shakes her entire body.

I then press the button that turns on the thrusting and hold it deep inside her. Her body shakes harder as she gasps for breath. Her body shakes and her legs go limp as she falls to the floor. She lays there quivering and I let her continue to orgasm as I watch. After a minute or so, I reach down and remove the nipple clamps, pull the dildo from inside her and use a pair of scissors to release her arms. I sit down beside her, pull her into my lap and stroke her hair as she recovers.

“Thank you, sir. How can I serve you” comes weakly from her lips.

That was 3 weeks ago. Today she is my sub and does everything I tell her to do. I allow her to order toys and have them delivered to my house. I look forward to the deliveries.

Right now, she is on her knees with my cock in her mouth listening to me say each word I type out loud. She is wearing the same vibrating nipple clamps and has the thrusting dildo turned on high deep inside her pussy. She is sucking me, hoping to get her third mouthful of my cum within 2 hours. I really hope she is rewarded. Because she is not allowed to cum until I reach my third.

“Yesh, shir” she says as she sucks my cock.

kitty softly stroked Master and climbed onto His cock when it was good and hard for her. she smiled at Him as He slowly slides into her pussy. It felt so good to have Him inside her and she was all ready purring for Him. kitty worked her pussy around His cock.

kitty rocked her hips as she rode Him. she meowed at Him as one of His hands spanked her and tugged a tad bit at the tail. It felt good to have the tail inside her while she rode Him. It made her feel full and knew she would cum hard for Him. This was indeed going to be a special day for U/us.

“You are such a good kitty for Master. Yes, ride My cock kitty.”

“Meow.”

“Yes, save Your speech for when You truly beg Me to cum.”

“Meow.”

Master spanked my butt a bit harder as my pussy tightened around His cock. As my hips rose and fell over Him in rhythm my grip changed. her body was drenching His cock with her juices and starting to run down His shaft. That was how wet she was becoming for Him as she rode Him.

“Yes, kitty, you keep riding My cock and beg Me to cum. Master knows you can’t be that far off from needing to cum. Am I right kitty?”

“Meow”

“No, kitty, use your words to that question.”

“Yes Master”

“Is Master right about you needing to cum soon?”

“Yes Master, You are right. kitty does need to cum soon. her body quivers over Yours.”

“Hmmmm. Such a good kitty you are for Me.”

“Please may kitty cum for You Master?”

“You can beg better than that kitty.”

“Please Master; may kitty cum hard over Your cock drenching You with her cum?”

“Not bursa escort yet My kitty but you may cum soon.”

“Meow.”

Master grabbed my ass and forced my body down tighter on His cock. my body quivered a bit in need as He did that. He felt my body shake and smiled at me as i meowed at Him in pleasure. He moaned at me as He felt me tighten around Him as i settled further down on His cock. He spanked my ass a bit and whispered softly into my ear.

“you may cum now kitty. you may cum hard with Master. Drench my cock with your juices kitty. Show Me what a good kitty can do.”

“Oh yes Master!”

With that said kitty came hard and long over His cock. her body shook and quivered as she came. she drenched His cock and down onto His lap. His cock erupted in sync with her orgasm was drenching her pussy with His seed. It felt so good and her orgasm lengthened with His joining hers.

her body quivered and shook until the last bit of her orgasm subsided. Slowly she lessened her grip on His cock. she purred and meowed at Him and kneaded His chest to show her absolute pleasure and love for Him. He kissed her lips and drew her into a long kiss.

“Oh kitty that felt so good. Is kitty happy?”

“Yes Master. kitty is very happy.”

“Master is pleased. kitty begged well for Master. you are such a good girl.”

“kitty loves to please her Master.”

“Then lick up the cum on My cock kitty.”

“Yes Master. kitty will lick up the cum that coats Your cock.”

kitty slid of His cock çanakkale escort and His lap and began licking and sucking on His cock. she was being gentle and mindful that He too had just cum. she licked Him clean of their combined cum. He looked down at her and had a pleased look on His face.

she was enjoying pleasing Him and He had not told her yet to stop. Master would tell her when He was clean. kitty was beginning to think she was in store for all sorts of pleasure and fun with Him today. Master shifted a bit in His seat and tapped her on the shoulder to stop. she looked up at Him and smiled and purred.

“Get back on my lap now kitty.”

“Yes Master, kitty will obey.”

“That is My good kitty.”

kitty curled into Master’s lap and ran her hand along His chest. This was a normal behavior for her. she always sat so that Master had easy access to her body. she would just have to swing around a bit to ride Him should He express that need to her. kitty was careful about how she sat in His lap as not wanting to hurt any part of Him.

“Did kitty enjoy herself riding my cock this morning?”

“Mmmmm….yes Master kitty did enjoy herself. she loves to be a pleasure to You. It was very pleasurable to her as well.”

“Very good My kitty, that is what Master wanted to know. Kitty?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Tell Master how it made you feel.”

kitty started to blush at Master’s question. she couldn’t help it as expressing such things sometimes made her relive in her mind and sometimes in body rize escort what had just occurred. she could feel herself getting very wet again and knew that His lap would soon be getting damp from her. Master didn’t mind having a damp lamp.

“It made kitty feel like she was a true pleasure to You. she was not expecting such a treat this morning after what had transpired earlier in the bedroom but is grateful for every moment of pleasure that she gets to spend with You. kitty would never take for granted those moments.”

“Any thing else you wish to tell Me, My kitty?”

“It made me feel alive as well Master. i realize that i am always alive really when with You but it made all of my sensations come alive. It truly felt wonderful.”

“That pleases Me to hear that kitty. Master does like to know how good You feel from such a pleasurable event between U/us. Master does like to show His love for You and use You for His pleasure as well as yours.”

“kitty is happy about that Master.”

“Why is that kitty?”

“Because kitty enjoys every moment spent with You. she treasures these special moments because they are beautiful and not something she shares with A/anyone else.”

“That was a good answer kitty.”

“kitty was just being honest with You Master. she is honest in all things.”

“I know kitty. Master likes to hear these things from time to time.”

“kitty is getting used to answering Your questions Master. In fact, she is looking forward to them now.”

“Oh? kitty is – is she?”

“Yes, Master, kitty is.”

“So if Master was to kitty why His lap was wet right now kitty would answer Him?”

“Yes she would”, answering while blushing. “Your lap is wet because she was reliving in her mind the events that have transpired between U/us and it’s made her wet all over again.”

“Awww…..what a good kitty Master has.”

“Only the best this kitty is for You Master.”

It’s 2025 and America has changed a lot during the past five years leading to a more violent and Puritan era. Money hasn’t ever mattered more and people are overwhelmed by tv-series, news and so on. Timothy Lafferty, 37 years old, is now the president of California. He’s such a powerful man that can have all he wants. He gained his position with good behavior, Puritanism, and trustful manners. He owes everything he’s got to the people, who think of him as the cleanest and strongest man of their state. Deep inside Timothy is a snake and despite his power, as every other human, Timothy has a weak point: he’s in love with his brother Jeremy’s wife.

Timothy’s wife Nora died on an accident on 2020: the event shocked the politician miserably, taking him to focus exclusively on his party, the Libertarians. But from his wife’s death, Timothy started to have feelings for Meg, Jeremy’s wife, to discover soon that those feelings have been returned. Jeremy and Meg got married on 2017. Jeremy is a very different human: he’s younger, 29 years old, he works as a personal trainer, and he’s way more down on earth comparing to his politician brother. Meg though, after a couple of years of marriage, started feeling attracted by the power and magnificence of his brother in law, which led the two to experience a hidden and secret romance. After years, Meg and Timothy have decided it’s time to act: Jeremy needed to go THE HARD WAY.

In 2025 it’s very easy to get some enemy in trouble: money can buy everything, even law sentences, and Timothy and Meg arranged a wonderful plan to get rid of Jeremy: they know the secret is to give people what they want. Laws now are just made to increase money, news and consent.

On a Thursday evening, back from the pool where he’s been working at, Jeremy opened the door of his house and walked to the bedroom. He put down his gym bag, took a shower, made the laundry and then went to enjoy some football in front of the tv. He was wondering were Meg was but then he remembered she was with her friends to prepare the next gala night of the city and she wouldn’t be home earlier than 10.

It was 8 and the bell rang, but he wasn’t waiting for anyone. Surprised, he walked to the door and saw Ariel, one of his sexy gym students standing outside. “What are you doing here Ariel?”

“Thank god you opened Jeremy. I was jogging nearby and I had the feeling somebody was following me. I just realized your house was close and…”

“Oh no need to explain me dear, I got it. Would you like something to drink maybe?”

“Oh yes thanks please”

“Do you also want me to call 911? Can you remember the man following you?”

“Oh no I don’t need it, I’ll call a cab in a minute. But, can I please use the restroom?”

Jeremy was a little speechless, cause it was weird to him to be with a hot, 19 girl in his house alone, but he wanted to act kind, and gave her directions to the guest restroom, then he returned to the couch for the football.

After five minutes, she wasn’t back yet, and he decided to go check. She wasn’t there, and this made him very confused. He tried to check in the laundry room but it was empty, acıbadem escort bayan as well as the kitchen. He glanced at the staircase and noticed something was weird: on each step, a rose petal was lying softly. “What?” He uttered worried and kind of angry. “Are you upstairs? I’m not kidding Ariel, where are you? what are you trying to do?” He didn’t know what to do, but he just decided to face the situation. He went upstairs and the petal tail which obviously accompanied him to his bedroom. The door was open and he walked in but she wasn’t there. In a second, her arm grabbed him from behind, he could just feel a little needle digging in his neck before falling asleep. As he woke up, he jumped from the bed in a sweat. He wasn’t alone in the bed, his wife Meg was with him. “What?” He thought. It seemed like a movie for him. Than he shook her and asked what happened to him, but he needed to be careful cause he didn’t know what happened in the previous two hours.

“Sweetie you were sleeping when I returned home, why are you so upset?

“No I’m not” he answered. But he really was so confused. Where was Ariel gone? Did she leave in time before Meg returned?

He was mad, not only because he felt he had betrayed his wife, but also because betrayal is now severely punished.

He was restless that night. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t take the courage to message Ariel.

As he woke up, he started the normal routine: self workout in the morning, personal training in the afternoon.

He came home early, and prepared a delicious dinner for his and Meg. Somehow, he felt like he wanted to be forgiven for something he didn’t do. They started to eat in a weird atmosphere: it felt like somebody had something to say but didn’t. SHE BROKE THE ICE.

“I want to give you my anniversary present Jeremy. I know it’s early, but I really feel like giving it to you.” She went to the kitchen table and grabbed a box.

“Please open it for me”

Jeremy couldn’t know what to think. His emotions where in a contrast, he just needed to take courage and open.

As he did, he smiled at the refined and romantic cover and kissed her.

He browsed the first fifteen pages with the best moments of their marriage and when he finally felt relieved, he opened the sixteenth: a picture of him and Ariel on the bed, taken from outside the window. He was shocked, he didn’t know what to say except for: “no, no”.

He kept on browsing and the more he did, the more he could see paparazzi pictures of his and the young girl together.

“No Meg no, you don’t underst..”

“Silence” she interrupted him.

“You shut up stupid horny personal trainer”.

He wanted to talk but she didn’t allow him.

“Now you just listen to me. I knew something was wrong and I hired and investigator. I’m so happy I found out the truth cause now I’ll have my fun after you had yours. I will ruin you, I will make my best to give you the worst sentence this country can give to you.”

As she talked, the sirens were coming closer and closer.

“What the fuck? Really?” He uttered.

She bağdat caddesi escort bayan started walking to the door as he tried to stop her.

“No please Meg no” he begged.

In 30 seconds the cops were there, with guns and handcuffs. Jeremy was taken to prison.

The story and the pictures, the next days, were shown in any tabloid.

Everybody was speaking about the brother of the president cheating on his wife. Meg and Timothy had what they wanted. Nowadays, the imprisonment immediately ends any marriage and in some months, they would be able to let their relationship come off.

But, we’re dealing with an important family, and they didn’t imagine the impact this had on people on next days.

Timothy’s party, the libertarian, invited Timothy for a meeting to discuss the situation.

They were afraid Timothy could lose consent and they asked him to find a way to keep it high. The press as well asked for a meeting with Timothy but he refused to gain a couple of days more.

Timothy was not afraid. He was a snake, and he was able to inseminate any detail.

Here’s how law works in 2025. Your punishment is not proportioned to the crime. Your punishment is proportioned to the victim’s wealth.

If you are a victim of a crime, and marriage betrayal is, you need to pay for the state to punish your criminal.

0. If You don’t pay, the state doesn’t sentence your criminal

1. If you pay from one hundred to one thousands dollars, your criminal will have a years of jail

2. If you pay from one thousands dollars to ten thousand dollars, your criminal will have five years of jail

3. If you pay from ten thousand dollars to 100 thousand dollars, your criminal will have five years of jail + corporal punishment

4. If you pay from 100 thousand dollars from one million, you can sentence your criminal to life imprisonment;

5. If you pay more than one million, you can sentence your criminal to life slavery. The criminal becomes property of yours and of the whole country, with no restrictions.

The law was pretty new, and America’s had many case of the 0-4 cases, but nobody has never been sentenced to the 5th case: slavery.

During the weekend, Jeremy was kept in his cold cell. The policemen were treating him kindly and politely. He was the president’s brother, it was hard to understand how to behave.

Timothy took the wheel of the situation, and scheduled a press conference for the Monday.

He knew his people and what they needed. He asked for the main news channel in California to broadcast his speech live during the 7 pm news.

Everybody at home was kind of anxious and curious at the same time. The rival parties wondered what he would come off with. Normal people, now just animals hungry of news were ready.

“Dear People, as you have heard or read recently, a sad event occurred to my family. My brother Jeremy Lafferty cheated on his wife Meg, betraying his spouse, his family and his nation.

I am deeply touched by this misbehavior, and I apologize kozyatağı escort bayan to you all for his misconduct. Episodes like this cannot be encouraged in our pure society and I invite you all to behave correctly.

As a president of this state, I want to take my own responsibility for my brother’s action, and I want to repair to his bad example, giving you all a new one to follow. For this reason, I decided I will cover all the expenses for my sister-in-law Meg to pay for his 5TH GRADE SENTENCE: LIFE SLAVERY. Jeremy Lafferty will become the first man ever to be enslaved for his crimes. Once this conference is over, I will accompany myself Meg to the court to deposit the amount of one million.

Afterwards, together with you all, our family will trust this state, this country and its institutions to take care of this duty. This is a new era and represents a lesson of well behavior for all of us, and for this reason, I will try my best to make sure each of you will own Jeremy: he will be the slave of your families, of this state and of America.”

This is how his speech ended. He couldn’t have done better. Everyone got very excited. All men felt powerful towards a very handsome man they have always been jealous of for his pretty face and famous biceps. All women’s fantasies were to to be realized: a sexy man was now their slave.

After Meg and Timothy went to the court, the sentence was immediately active and the news had to be taken to Jeremy. The judge himself Mr Carter went to the prison. Some crowds were already gathered outside as he walked across the main gate.

Jeremy was taken to a big room. He was standing up with handcuffs behind his back with many cops surrounding him.

The judge entered the door and took a few minutes to take out his papers. The room was silent. Jeremy was in terror.

“Jeremy Lafferty, for having betrayed your matrimony, you now result like a dangerous criminal to our community. Upon the sum of 1 million dollars deposited by your now ex wife Meg Lafferty, you have been sentenced to the punishment of life slavery, the maximum grade possible.”

Jeremy could not believe it, he tried to move but we got firmly stock by three of the cops. He also tried to talk but a fourth one put his hand on his mouth.

“Silence please. From now on you will be a slave of this State and of all our country. You have no more freedom. You will have to ask to fulfill your primary needs, you will have to gain others’ pity to gain your meals. You are property of the state and its people. Your owner, owners maybe, will be elected soon. Your house is now under construction. You won’t have any privacy, you won’t have any right. Only duties and hard work for you. You will endure severe corporal punishment and public humiliation.

Other details will be taken to you on the next days. For the moment, you will be isolated to the underground cell of the prison.

You won’t have any clothes except for a towel.

Please policemen, strip the slave naked.

Jeremy was soon naked with only a towel on.

He felt miserable and helpless: nobody could help him and he was feeling everything was going to go worse. His way to the cell that night was a walk of shame in front of all the other prisoners. They were so happy to take part of his humiliation.

Jeremy was pushed to the corner of the cold cell. He sat down and tried to make himself comfortable even if it wasn’t easy with his cuffs behind his back.

He still could not realize. He was a slave, but more, he was everybody’s slave.

Kimmie Church

Mrs. Kimmie Church

Mrs. Jeremy Church

I was gazing down at my paper, every single line of the page filled with my romantic doodles. I looked up occasionally during class, either so that Mr. Church would think I was listening to his lecture, or just to watch him as he moved. Whenever he made eye contact, I blushed, embarrassed at the inappropriate thoughts I was having about my favorite teacher, and returned to the fantasies which filled my notebook.

I am a good student. I take enormous pride in my straight ‘A’ grades. Normally, I am the one paying rapt attention, quickly raising my hand as soon as a question is asked, and staying after class to ask the teacher additional questions. I used to behave that way in Mr. Church’s class. But slowly, gradually, over the course of the semester, my attraction to him had grown, to the point where I could hardly concentrate. The teacher’s pet in me wanted to please him with my test scores, but the growing warmth between my legs whenever I saw him, talked to him, thought about him, had become an overwhelming distraction. It didn’t help that this was the last semester of high school, and I had just celebrated both my 19th birthday and my admission to college.

He was a brilliant lecturer, that teacher who could actually get students excited about American history. And I love history! But my body, and my subconscious, was working against my ability to perform in his class. Mr. Church had entered my dreams, not because of the work he assigned, but because he was a man whose body inspired lust in me. His strong hands. His piercing blue eyes. His salt-and-pepper stubble. The way his suit outlined his toned physique.

When I looked up again, I was mortified: he was standing directly in front of my desk. I had no idea how long he’d been there, waiting for me to acknowledge his presence, interrupting his lecture to embarrass me for my lack of attention. Even worse, his eyes moved from my notebook, where the hearts dotting my i’s revealed my crush, to my chest, and then my blushing cheeks. Did I already use the word mortified? Not sure how else to describe it. It took all of my strength to maintain eye contact, waiting for some sort of punishment that I was sure was coming my way.

“Kimmie, would you follow me to the front of the classroom?”

A collective “oooooooh” from my classmates filled the room.

“Yes, Mr. Church, of course.”

My heart dropped as I got up out of my seat and dutifully followed him. I had never been in trouble in school before, and I didn’t know how to handle the feeling. And for it to happen in Mr. Church’s class? Well, let’s just say, I was ready to do just about anything he asked to make up for my misbehavior. That said, there was no way I would have imagined what came next.

Mr. Church walked slowly, calmly, around his desk. I took the moment to straighten my pleated, blue and gold plaid uniform skirt and my buttoned, white blouse as much as possible. I heard a student gasp as Mr. Church reached for something on the wall. We were all familiar with it as a constant presence in the room, but none of us had ever seen it removed from its hooks above the teacher’s desk.

There were two objects there, actually: the paddle, and the cane. I had always assumed that they were there as a reminder of our school’s long history, as well as providing a vague threat that at one time, within these walls, misbehaving students were publicly punished. We knew, of course, that this was no longer the norm, but the school had chosen to leave the objects in each classroom as a reminder. And a diligent student such as myself knew that the school had never actually revised its decades-old policy on corporal punishment.

And now, my beloved teacher had chosen to reinvigorate those old school traditions. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him pull the cane from the wall and turn again to face me.

“Class, don’t you agree that Kimmie deserves some punishment?

No response.

“Come now. Kimmie, the straight-A student, the quintessential teacher’s pet, caught daydreaming in class? Surely, that deserves some discipline.”

Still no response. I think my classmates were in shock.

“Assume the position, Kimmie.”

My mind raced with a combination of fear and erotic excitement. And for once, I had no idea how to respond to a teacher’s instruction. Realizing kurtköy escort bayan I didn’t understand what to do next, Mr. Church became more specific.

“Turn your back to your classmates, bend over, and place your forearms flat on the desk.”

I knew, at least in principle, what was coming, and yet I was still in complete disbelief. I had never been spanked before, not by a teacher, not by a parent, not even by that overly stern Sunday School teacher from my grade-school years. As I followed his instructions, I could feel my short skirt rising up my backside as I bent over. Once in the position he had described, I couldn’t see my classmates, but was very aware that they could see my white panties.

I expected to hear Mr. Church’s voice again; of all my teachers, he was the most loquacious. But the next sound I heard, a split second before I felt its impact, was the whisk of the cane through the air on its way to striking my bottom.

“Eyes forward, Kimmie,” I heard his voice say, before I was even fully aware that I had twisted around to look at him, “and forearms back on the desk.”

I quickly obeyed, just in time for the next strike, this one hitting bare skin, where the first had been dampened by the fabric of my skirt. The stinging pain was unlike anything I had ever felt, and yet, it wasn’t my strongest sensation in the moment. I was more aware of what I was revealing to my classmates.

It wasn’t just that I had been called out by a teacher, that I was being disciplined in front of my fellow students, few of whom rose to my level of dedication to their studies. It was the nature of that discipline, and the fact that my growing arousal was on full display before them. Although the pain was excruciating, I was shocked to realize that I was also experiencing pleasure. My panties were getting wet, and I could hear some of my fellow students breathing a bit more heavily and shifting in their chairs.

Mr. Church walked away, then quickly returned. He had gone to collect my notebook, and then placed it on his desk where I could see it as he moved his finger down the page, counting the number of times I had written my name in conjunction with his. At the bottom of the page, with the red pen which he used to grade papers, he wrote, “23”. It needed no explanation: the number of times I had written his name with mine when I should have been paying attention, and the number of times he would proceed to strike me with the cane.

He took up his position behind me once again, nudged my feet further apart with his own, and resumed his discipline. I tried to count, but lost my ability to do so, as he quickly administered his punishment, one strong blow after another. My skirt rode up on my ass a little more with each strike, as did my panties. Although nobody spoke, the sounds of my caning filled the air: the whip through the air and slap against my flesh, the gasp of the other students, especially the boys, as more and more of my flesh became visible, and my own whimpering.

When he was finished, Mr. Church calmly walked back around his desk, placed the cane back on the hooks above his desk, and sat down in his chair, his eyes meeting mine, as I remained in my position, a single tear running down my cheek.

“You may go, Kimmie. Please return after class so that we can discuss this in more detail.”

I slowly stood up, admittedly happy that the punishment was over, but once again humiliated, as I’d never been asked to leave a class early. I mustered all the dignity I could as I straightened up, pressed my clothes back into place as much as possible, and slowly walked out of the room. As soon as I’d closed the door behind me, I could hear Mr. Church returning to his lecture, seamlessly, as if nothing unusual had happened.

I walked, gingerly, to the girls’ restroom, where I was happy to find myself alone, the rest of the school still in classes. I placed my hands against the first sink, took a deep breath, and looked up into the mirror. My cheeks were stained with tears, and yet they were also rosy and glowing. My big blue eyes were burning with excitement. My long blonde hair was disheveled, falling out of its ponytail and cascading down around my shoulders.

I still felt humiliated, embarrassed, and horrified as I thought about Mr. Church discovering my secret crush, and mostly, beykoz escort bayan about my fellow students discovering the crack in my perfect student persona. And yet, as I looked into the mirror, studying my own reflection, I couldn’t deny the other sensations moving through my body.

I was soon overwhelmed with curiosity to see what my painful bottom looked like after my favorite teacher’s punishment. I stepped far enough back from the mirror that I could see down to my knees, turned around, lifted up my skirt, and looked back over my shoulder. I gasped as I took in the image, my otherwise perfectly smooth skin marred by numerous deep-red welts.

I turned around to face the mirror, pulled up my skirt again, and confirmed the obvious wetness which was growing between my legs and beginning to mark my panties. With no way of changing before I had to go back to Mr. Church’s classroom, I did my best to put my uniform back in order, splashed some cold water on my face, and fixed my hair. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice the obvious fact that I was turned on by the whole experience of his punishment.

I waited there until I heard the final bell ring, hid in a stall as dozens of giggling schoolgirls passed through the restroom on their way out of the building, and when silence finally settled, slowly walked back to Mr. Church’s classroom.

I opened the door gently, slid in, and closed it behind me, watching Mr. Church work at his desk. It seemed like several minutes before he finally acknowledged my presence, but when he did so, it was with a smile. My heart raced with hope that I was forgiven for my earlier transgressions.

He rose, walked towards me without breaking eye contact, stepped so close to me that my breath caught in my chest, and reached behind me to the door. I didn’t even know that the classroom doors in our school could be locked, and yet understood his motions when I heard the latch behind me. He then took me by the hand and led me back over to the desk.

“Kimmie, I need to check to see how you are responding to the punishment you received. Please assume the position again.”

This time, I knew exactly what he meant, and quickly complied. My eyes trained forward, I couldn’t see him, but could feel his body envelop mine from behind. His big hands settled gently on my ass, and pushed up my skirt.

“Oh, my, Kimmie. It looks like you must have done something very bad earlier, judging by all these marks on your bottom. And now I see that your panties are not the regulation white cotton? I didn’t notice that earlier. Perhaps we’d better remove them before another teacher finds out.”

It was true, our school uniform did actually specify that girls’ panties were to be unadorned, white, and cotton. Mine were white, yes, but they were silk, with lace edges. I practically melted beneath him as Mr. Church wrapped a finger around each side of the waistband and pulled down my wet panties in one smooth motion, encouraging me to step out of them once they had fallen to my ankles.

This was the first time that I had been so naked in front of anyone I found attractive, not to mention an older man who was also my most beloved teacher. He began slowly tracing each of the many welts on my ass with his fingers, gently at first and then more aggressively, and I felt my hips begin to move in rhythm with his touch, almost without my knowledge or understanding.

“You know, Kimmie…”

His voice trailed off, and I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “Yes, Mr. Church?”

“I really should punish you for those panties…”

“Whatever you feel would be appropriate, Mr. Church.”

“Eyes forward, young lady.”

I obeyed, and as soon as I did, felt his hands once again on my body. His left hand enveloped me, his fingers reaching between my legs to explore the source of my wetness. I moaned and melted into him, just in time to feel his other hand give me a fast, firm swat across the ass. The burning sensation, as his strike activated all of the sensations from the earlier treatment with the cane, was almost unbearable, and yet also tempered by the pleasure brought by his other hand.

After a few more firm swats, he turned me around to face him. His hands never left my body, as he was now stroking rhythmically between my legs.

“Unbutton your blouse, Kimmie. üsküdar escort bayan I want to see your beautiful tits.”

I quickly did as I was told, unbuttoning my regulation white blouse to reveal the lacy white bra that matched my discarded panties. Mr. Church pulled my tits free from the bra and took each one into his mouth in turn, sucking on them as he continued to stroke my pussy lips, faster now. It wasn’t long before I was feeling sensations I’d never experienced before, his tongue on my nipples, his fingers beginning to press inside of me, but then, just as quickly as it had started, he pulled away.

I whimpered and then pouted, impishly, which turned out to be a mistake.

“No whining, Kimmie.”

He grabbed me by the hips, lifted me up in the air, and set me down, my welt-covered ass landing hard on his desk. I was tempted to cry out, but realized it would only bring more punishment.

“Good girl,” he said, after he watched me control my reaction. “Now, spread your legs, and put your feet up on the desk.”

I could see the bulge growing in his slacks as I followed his directions. My white blouse was still tucked into my pleated skirt, but otherwise I was completely exposed before him. My firm, perky tits bounced free. My glistening wet pussy was in full view, my stinging red ass cheeks positioned on the edge of his desk. The only part of me that still looked fully dressed was my feet, now spread wide apart on his desk, with my white ankle socks and black patent-leather shoes still neatly in place.

My eyes followed as he slowly pulled his zipper down, reached into his slacked, and pulled out his big, hard, erect penis. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was to see him, still otherwise fully-clothed, but moving towards me with his cock pointing directly at me. I had a little bit of experience with some boys my age, but I’d never seen anything like this.

Mr. Church pounded into my pussy in one fast, hard motion, and I gasped, and then moaned. He put his hand over my mouth and leaned into me, moving faster and faster in and out. The combination of pain and pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I was eager for more. Even though each stroke of his cock was a deeper penetration than I’d ever known, it was also an overwhelmingly satisfying feeling. And even though each stroke forced the painful welts on my ass against the uncompromising surface of his desk, I hoped he’d never stop.

Before I knew what was happening, my entire body began to shudder, and I felt my pussy clench around his cock. His hand still firmly against my mouth, my cries of pleasure were muted, and he continued to push in and out of me just as quickly.

While I was still reeling from this round of sensations, he lifted me off the desk, spun me around, pushed me down, kicked my legs wide apart, and forced his big, hard cock deep into me from behind. If I thought I had felt full before, this was even more. I could no longer see him or his cock, but the image of its 7 inches of thick, throbbing hardness were still in my mind from our previous position, where I had been able to watch him move in and out, covered in my juices.

It was all I could do to remain standing as he fucked me, hard and fast. He maintained a constant, unchanging, relentless pace, the only alteration being what his hands were doing. First, he reached around with both hands and grabbed on to my tits, kneading and squeezing them. Then, he rubbed my clit furiously, until I felt the need to beg him to stop. This brought his other hand back to my mouth to stop my complaints, as his fingers continued to rub me until I experienced another shuddering, overwhelming, full-body loss of control. Throughout all of this, he continued fucking me from behind, nonstop.

When he finally did take his hand away from my mouth, it was to place his hands on my hips, grabbing me firmly, and forcing himself into me as deeply as possible. After a few more strokes, he shuddered, and I could feel his cum fill my hot, wet pussy.

“Stay there,” he whispered as he pulled out and backed away from me, and I could hear him zip his zipper. I was happy to comply, being so completely overwhelmed with sensations and absolutely exhausted from the experience.

Before I realized what was happening, I felt his fingers spreading my pussy wide open, and realized he was licking me. He remained there, crouched below me, for a few more moments, licking all around and inside, before he stood up, spun me around, and kissed me passionately on the lips. I understood now: he wanted me to taste myself, and him. His tongue plunged deeply into my mouth, and he fed me his own cum, laced with my juices.

“A little more attention in class from now on, Kimmie?”

“Yes, sir. I promise.”

She was a big girl, five foot seven or eight in her stocking feet, and on a good day she weighed in at 170 or 172 pounds. Her second or third serious boyfriend teased that she was built less for speed – more for comfort – and she had the 38-D chest to prove it. Early in that relationship she complained that she ought to shed 20 pounds, and the boyfriend told Kat he would throw her out of bed if she ever tried it.

On his last visit to Arizona her Uncle Artie from New York told Katherine that he liked his women zaftig. “Back east you could be the hit of the Bronx. And I have to tell you that Woody Allen who is not only a personal friend but a great film maker would cast you as his girlfriend in his next movie, if only you move back east with me.” And then Uncle Artie gave Kat an affectionate pat on the ass to prove his point.

Katherine aka Kat had grown up in California. There, all her relatives had told her the same thing. “What a pretty face – if only you would lose 20 or 30 pounds you could be in the movies.”

Denis found Katherine on the Internet at a bondage site he had been trolling with success for years. Kat was a self-described bi-curious newbie submissive with a preference for all things anal. Denis’s read her profile and his cock got stiff just thinking about the possibilities.

Denis sent Kat a bondage story and closed his e-mail message with the offer, “let’s have coffee some Saturday morning… check out the chemistry… see what happens.” The story aroused Kat’s curiosity, left her with a very wet pussy, had her reaching for her vibrator. She had to check this new guy out.

Over coffee at Starbucks Denis told her she looked like the actress Kathleen Turner, only younger and with decent tits. Kat appreciated the complement. But when she complained that she was a big girl, that she ought to lose 20 pounds, Denis stopped her. She remembered how he went on to tell her, “and I like you exactly the way you are.” What Kat appreciated most was that he was talking to her, looking straight into her eyes, not talking to her chest.

And Denis? What of Denis? He was about 15 years older, two inches taller, and five or seven pounds lighter. In several southern states and parts of rural Utah, he was old enough to be her father, or at least marriage-eligible kin.

Kat took him home with her that first morning, got him past the guard at her gated and well protected community, then into her unit.

“Where and how do we begin,” Kat asked as she double locked the front door.

“In your bedroom… all of your clothes off, please… and leave your bra for last.”

Kat undressed slowly, not really putting on a show, but giving Denis a chance to enjoy her body. Taking her bra off last was an interesting variation – most guys went for her tits before they were barely past the front door.

“Let’s start with a variation of the classic seated tie.” Denis told her when she was butt naked. “I want you very accessible, with your legs open wide.” Denis positioned Kat in the chair, with her legs up and over the arms. He used four ropes, two on each side, to tie her thighs and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair. She could see herself in her bedroom mirror and she was wide open. The night before they met, at Denis’s request Kat had trimmed her pubic hair to a short stubble.

Over coffee that morning Kat asked him, “You didn’t want me to shave my pussy?” Denis thought for a moment, then replied, “No, not just now. Maybe we’ll save that for another time. But I do want to see you, all of you. I want to see what I’m doing when we’re playing.”

That was fine with Kat. She could wait for Denis to shave her pussy. Besides, she didn’t want to have to shave her kitty on a regular basis, or to put up with the itching as her pubic hair grew back in. And it was nice to know he wanted to see her kitty.

Denis took the gear out of his case and spread it on her dresser. First came the 18 inch ruler which Kat guessed Denis might use on her breasts or the insides of her thighs. Next was the roll of two inch wide self stick Ace-bandage.

“I was thinking of using this on your beasts. You’ve seen the picture of the woman – the one I sent you of the woman with the Ace bandages on her tits and the dreamy look on her face. Well, I want to try it something like that, using this self-stick bandage. Not, to worry, it comes off easily. I was thinking seven or eight turns on each of your big boobs, not to tight, but enough to increase their sensitivity. That should be just about right.”

Katherine had told Denis over coffee that her boobs had been tied once before, and it made her nipples incredibly sensitive. Kat shivered just thinking about it what it would be like this time.

Finally Denis took out four more items: a blindfold, black in color, with an elastic head band; a bottle of flexible ear plugs, yellow in color, the kind they sell to people who work in noisy places or have trouble sleeping at night; a regular Ace bandage; and a pair of regulation police handcuffs. Kat wasn’t sure what the additional bilecik escort bandage was for, if he already had the roll of self stick.

“Now, time for me to get busy,” Denis told her in a cheerful tone of voice.

He cuffed Kat’s wrists and then told her to put her hands behind her neck, her elbows back, her large breasts thrust forward. She watched as Denis began to wrap her left breast, seven or eight turns, and then to cut off the end of the bandage with a barber’s scissor. Denis didn’t make it particularly tight, but from the picture Denis had sent her and her own past experience, Kat knew that over the next hour or two the color of her breasts would darken and they would become much more sensitive. She wondered how long that would take. Without asking her permission, Denis repeated the process on her right breast.

“Very pretty,” Denis commented as he stepped back to admire his handy work. Then he leaned forward and kissed her left nipple. It was already sensitive as he flicked his tongue across the rock hard button.

“Hmmmmm, thank you,” from Kat.

“Now, where do you keep your bath towels?”

“What for?” from Kat.

“Because I want to put one under your ass before I start working. No sense messing up your chair with all that excess pussy juice. You’re going to be like a lake down there by the time I’m finished.” My-oh-my, he’s very sure of himself, Katherine’s inner voice whispered.

Kat thought about Denis’s question for only a moment. He was right, of course. Kat did tend to get very wet when aroused, and it was a very nice arm chair. “In the linen closet in the hallway.”

Denis went out and came back quickly with a medium size towel.

“Now for the hard part. Just trust me.”

Before he began, Denis had positioned the chair about a foot from the end of Kat’s bed – or maybe it was more like 15 or 18 inches. Now he stood to one side behind the chair. Slowly he pulled it back until it rested against the bed. In that position, it was not quite like being in the stirrups at her GYN’s office, but it was close enough. In an early e-mail Denis asked if Kat believed women had a G-spot. Kat didn’t think the mystery spot existed. But if Denis was going to find her G-spot, this was probably the right position to be in.

Denis folded the towel in half.

“Now lift up your ass, as best you can.” Kat lifted and Denis pushed and the towel went under her ass – with the front just hanging over the edge of the chair.

“Now, my sweet, I’m going to help you focus on what is about to happen. I don’t want you to have any distractions. Just remember to trust me.”

Denis opened the bottle of ear plugs and took out two. He moved her long hair out of the way and inserted one plug in each of Kat’s ears. Next came the blindfold. Denis covered her eyes. It was quiet for a while, and then she felt him applying the Ace bandage, wrapping it around her head, covering both her ears and the blindfold, cutting out all sound and light. Kat had expressed an interest in sensory deprivation, but she didn’t think this was how Denis might do it. For a moment Kat started to panic.

“Denis, please, don’t leave me… “

He pressed two fingers against her lips, as if to say, “Shush, everything is going to be all right, but you have to trust me.”

Kat tried to relax, to take a deep breath, to calm herself. She though she could feel the vibration of the air conditioner when it cycled back on. She tried to sense the vibration of footsteps, but Denis had obviously taken off his shoes and was walking silently around her bedroom.

Kat wasn’t sure how long she sat there in the dark, feeling the beating of her heart, wondering what Denis would do next. She thought it could be five minutes or possibly ten, but it was only two minutes and 20 seconds by the clock next to her bed.

He started with an ice cube, on her left breast, directly on the areola, just under the nipple.

“Oh, my fucken’ G-d,” as flood of sensation of cold pain went instantly from her tit to her brain and then down to her cunt.

Kat tried to control her trembling; she knew she would die of humiliation if she lost control an peed herself the first time they were together.

She had ice on her tits before. But never before when she was tied in a chair with ear plugs in her ears, a blindfold covering her eyes, and an Ace bandage wrapped around her head for additional sight and sound control. Fortunately, Kat had a strong heart – a shock like that could kill a girl.

Afterwards, Kat remembered taking several deep breaths and trying to calm herself a second time. She took three or four very slow breaths before she was just able to start breathing normally. Now the room had closed in around her. She became part of her surroundings. There was nothing to see or to hear, but she could still feel. She wondered if this was what blind people experience on a moment by moment basis. No, they can hear – she told herself – this is very different.

What manisa escort did Kat feel? First, there was the sensation of the chair. She could feel it against her back and butt. Sitting there, naked, she could feel the fabric pressed against her. Next was her position. Denis had placed her legs up and over the arms of the chair, so she was open wide. Her cunt lips, recently shorn of their protective covering of pubic fair, were clearly visible for anyone to see, although she doubted Denis had invited in the neighbors for a spot of tea and a quick peek at her pussycat. Denis had brought with him a digital camera and a tripod. She had watched as he set it up after he tied Kat into the chair. Photos for posterity, something to show the grandkids – now that was a possibility – a possibility Kat didn’t really care to think about just then.

“Denis, are you there?” Silence. Nothing but silence. When you’re in the dark, you look for any possible clues. “Denis, are you still here?” For a moment Kat started to panic. She told herself to focus, to think.

Finally Kat’s mind drifted back to that morning at Starbucks. Denis was drinking iced coffee, his regular drink. After some small talk about her planned trip to Portland, Denis broached the subject.

“Safe words?” Denis asked, always the planner. “Did he give you a safe word, the other guy?”

“No – he only tied me up.” And after a short pause, “Do I need one?”

“Probably not, since were not doing pain. But safe words are reassuring – something to have – just in case you get in over your head —“

“What do you suggest?” from Kat.

“Red – Yellow – Green – like a traffic light –”

“I’m not sure I understand?”

“Green if you like what I’m doing – and want more of it.”

“OK, makes sense,” from Kat.

“Yellow if it’s getting too intense, but not enough that you want to quit. Yellow gives you a pause – a time to catch your breath before I continue.”

“And Red?”

“That you want me to stop, immediately, no negotiations allowed?” Denis said.

“And you’d do that?”

“If I want to be invited back, to play again.”

Kat had read someplace, or some other guy had told her, that the bottom always has absolute control. Now she was beginning to understand what that really meant.

Kat also began to understand that when you’re sitting someplace, blindfolded and tied, hearing nothing, your mind begins to wander as you lose track of time. You drift in and out of a sleep state as you try to stay awake, as you try to stay focused.

In spite of the uncomfortable position, in spite of the ache just starting in her breasts, Kat thought back to that conversation at Starbuck’s. She knew she could say a safe word, but how would she know Denis heard her? How would she know he was even in the room? For a moment, Kat could feel that returning sense of panic in the pit of her stomach. Fear, mingled with sexual arousal. She was as wet as ever.

Kat had to think for a moment. Then she asked the first question.

“Denis, if you’re here and can hear me, please tap my right knee three times for ‘Yes’.”

There was a pause… maybe 20 or 30 seconds… and then three taps.

“Will you respect my ‘Safe’ words?” Again there were three taps.

“Will you do anything to hurt me? If the answer is ‘No,’ please touch my right breast.”

Denis immediately touched Kat’s right tit. That was a relief.

For a while, Kat just sat there. She got into her body, into its sensations. There was a fullness in her large breasts, and the Ace bandages Denis had used to bind her tits were beginning to hurt, were beginning to increase her sensitivity. Kat guessed she sat for at least 10 minutes with nothing happening.

At one point, Denis flicked her left nipple with his index finder.

“Ahh,” and then she said ‘bastard’ under her breath. Denis must have heard, because he flicked her nipple with his finger a second time.

More time went by. Denis had leaned back her chair, maybe at a 45 degree angle – so she wasn’t sitting up straight – not lying down – the position was totally disorienting.

More time, and then Kat felt his tongue on her left nipple.

“Hmmmmmmm,” from Kat.

Her nipple got hard, there was a flash of wet between her legs. Then, suddenly it happened.

“Ahhhhhh! G-d!! Fuck!!!”

He had snapped a clip on her hard wet nipple.

More time went by. Her breast was really hurting now… much more then before… but she was getting into the sensation… and she knew… she could feel… the towel under her ass was wet with her cunt juice.

Finally Kat asked the question she had been thinking about since the first time together with Denis at Starbucks.

“Denis, if you’re here right now, if you can hear me, are you ready now to fist me?

Tap… tap… tap on her right knee.

Kat wasn’t sure how long me made her sit there after she asked him to fist her. She thought it could have been a half hour, but ten mersin escort minutes was closer to the mark. The body sensations were stronger, the feeling of the fabric against her naked backside, the openness of her legs, the dull ache of the clip on her left nipple. Especially the dull ache.

“Denis, are you there?”

Nothing. He had gone to get a bowl of ice.

“Please, Denis, the clip on my nipple is really starting to hurt.”

He had just come back into her bedroom.

“Denis, I don’t like this… “

He moved a chair quietly into place, and was now sitting no more than five feet away. It only took two minutes more.

“Denis, the clip hurts.”

Nothing. No tap… tap… tap on her right knee.

“You bastard, you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

For all she knew, he could be taking a walk around the block, or he could have died and went to haven.

“Denis, I don’t like this… “

Panic! It was what she imagined fear to be like when she started to read a Stephen King novel.

“Denis, please, if you can hear me, stop fucking around and take the clip off my tit.”

Nothing happened.

“Yellow, please fucking YELLOW!”

It had been a while, and Kat had forgotten the rush of pain when the clip comes off your nipple.

“Eeeeeeeeee!!!”

After that, he didn’t give her time to react. First the ice cube against her throbbing nipple, and then his mouth was against her, stifling her scream.

The kiss lasted over a minute, and after he broke it off, Denis held the ice against her tit until it was almost melted. Kat could feel herself trembling. And without his tongue in her mouth, the cold water running down her body gave her something else to think about.

“You prick,” from Kat out loud, and ‘you don’t know how much I love this’ under her breath.

Denis gave her five minutes of quiet time and then started with the lightest possible touch, just his finger tip, in her wet. Kat guessed he was kneeling on the floor in front of her, looking into her open cunt. Denis began at the bottom of her V – and lightly moved his finger very gradually up the groove, slowly from bottom to top.

“Hmmmm.”

He gave her a minute by his wrist watch to react, but seemed like an eternity. Then he did it again, once more from bottom to top, this time a little deeper into her labia.

“Ahhhhh. Thank you.”

The third time he went deeper still, bringing her wet with him, and then held his finger in place when he reached her clitoris. Kat was totally focused on the sensation.

The next thing Kat felt was his other hand, just two fingers at the top of her V, spreading her kitty. Then Kat felt his finger tip again, pushing back the hood of her clit, so that he could tease the little pearl. Kat hoped the next time they were together, he would bring a small mirror so that she could see exactly how he did that. His touch was so light, his hand so soft…

“You’re killing me with pleasure. This is so nice… I’m so wet… “

He wanted her as wet as possible, but had brought along a bottle of Astro-Glide just in case.

Now, Denis began the serious business of inserting his fist into her vagina.

He began with one finger and then two, into her pussy. Did Kat enjoy being finger fucked back in high school when she was still a virgin? She was sure Denis would ask after this was over. That morning at Starbucks he had told her that he had relatively small hands for a man, “The better to fist you with, my dear,” and she would soon find out if that was true.

Next came the two finger stretch. Slowly, ever so slowly, Denis began to rotate his hand in a clockwise direction, using the two fingers buried deep in her pussy to open her, to slowly give elasticity to her vaginal muscles. At open point to insure continued wetness, he leaned forward and gave her clit a lick.

“Hmmm.”

Kat wasn’t sure how long Denis continued to stretch her – it felt very nice – and there was no reason to rush. For a moment he removed his hand to apply Astro-Glide, and then he was back into her again. Now it was the old familiar in and out, three fingers, going in deep, along with a new counter clockwise rotation. It could have been two minutes – it could have been five – time made no difference.

Finger number four, his pinky, was added along the way. It was a minor addition and Kat hardly noticed. Kat did sense something was different when Denis added his thumb. Now there was a fullness that hadn’t been there before. It was as if he was trying to push a small cone-shaped object into her body.

For a moment Denis stopped, to apply more lube to the rest of his hand. Now he was using just a straight in and out, going for depth. It took a while, a couple of minutes of slow stretching, until she felt his knuckles going into her. Denis knew that was the hardest part, getting past the knuckles.

Sitting back in the chair with her legs up over the arms, Kat thought back to her last visit to her GYN. The Doctor had dilated her with a cold hunk of steel, and she wondered why he didn’t offer this much more personal attention.

The cone of Denis’s hand went deeper and deeper into Kat’s body. She couldn’t see just then, but gradually he made it past the wrist. Kat had seen pictures on the Internet of women being fisted, usually by other women, their hand usually in just past the wrist.

SMACK!

Katt’s hand came down swiftly, squarely hitting her target. A muffled wail emanated from beneath her buttocks as the body of her subject bucked, his legs spasming in front of her. Katt smiled and laughed openly. She was truly enjoying herself. Ostensibly, she was punishing her slave for cumming without permission, but truthfully, she just really liked hurting his balls.

SMACK!

Once again her palm landed firmly on the exposed testicles in front of her, and again her slave’s legs jerked and his entire body clenched. She felt his face press into her ass as his back arched involuntarily, lifting her slightly. This time she could feel the heat of his breath against her anus as he let out another short scream. The feeling caused her to moan in pleasure, and she could feel herself getting wet.

She reached down to rub herself gently, as her slave settled down. She could feel him panting into her ass crack. She reached back and grabbed a handful of his hair and gave it a sharp tug. “I don’t feel your tongue in my ass anymore, slave!” she admonished him. “Keep licking or you’re going to start earning more slaps!” Of course, she had never actually said how many slaps she intended to give him in the first place, but she was pleased to feel his tongue begin probing her ass with a renewed vigor at the threat of more.

She arched her back and ground her ass against his face. She rubbed her hands sensually down his chest and stomach. Then, without warning she struck him again in the balls, causing him to jump and whimper, but not as much as before. She struck him harder. She again felt the sharp jet of warm breath against her asshole and heard his muffled yelp. His legs kicked up into the air, his knees coming together as much as they could, which wasn’t very close. She enjoyed watching his legs spasm almost as much as she enjoyed his muffled screams. She had left his leg straps a little long on purpose, to allow for a more dramatic physical reaction to each strike. The other ends of the straps were fastened to the corner posts at the foot of her king-size bed.

She continued in this manner for almost an hour. Rubbing her hands sensuously over his naked body. Sometimes stroking his cock, bringing him close to orgasm. But always punctuating every pleasurable sensation with a slap or a punch to his sensitive, reddened balls, plunging him into pain. She rubbed herself to multiple orgasms, one time while squeezing his balls hard with one hand, eliciting a prolonged scream from him that pushed her over the edge into a wave of pleasure.

After each strike, he quickly resumed rimming her ass. Once when he was panting and sobbing after a brutal trio of hits, she grabbed a handful of his hair again, but felt his tongue dart into her ass before she even said a word. She beamed, always impressed by how easily he was trained. She had never had a more natural submissive. She had to admit she did not have high expectations when she first met him.

***

They first met at a local munch that she liked to attend. Josh was somewhat shy and awkward, obviously out of his element. He had never been in any kind of BDSM relationship before but seemed very eager to experiment. When he came to this munch, he didn’t make much of an impression on Katt. She noticed him simply because she had never seen him there before, but he kind of kept to himself, chatting a little and asking questions to some folks who were practicing rope work. She however, certainly made an impression on him. She had been wearing a tight fitting blouse that perfectly showed off her ample breasts, cinched around the waist with a wide belt, and a pair of tight leather pants that hugged her wide hips and seemed to be painted onto her well-rounded ass cheeks. She enjoyed getting attention sometimes, and those pants never failed to do just that. Her long dark hair fell around her face and down past her shoulders, the end falling just past her breasts, framing them on either side. She looked absolutely amazing and she knew it, hoping to lure a little male companionship for the evening. In that outfit, she could have her pick.

Josh had instantly been mesmerized by her stout, curvy, hourglass figure, and her confidence and energy as she talked and laughed with her friends. Of course, he had been way too intimidated to approach her, but he stole glances at her throughout the night. Toward the end of the night he overheard her telling another woman how she was looking for a new submissive to play with since her last one had decided to break things off. That got his mind buzzing with excitement and fantasies of being dominated by such a gorgeous goddess. His heart sank when he saw her leave arm in arm with an athletic looking guy with whom she seemed to already be closely acquainted. The way he had his arm around her waist he didn’t seem to be the submissive type, but maybe just a friend with benefits.

Over the next couple of weeks her image popped into his head periodically, each time causing him to tent his pants and lose focus on whatever he was doing. He slowly built up his courage and became determined to talk to bostancı escort bayan her at the next event. At the next munch, he saw her again. She was dressed more plainly this time, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. But she looked mouth-watering to Josh, all the same. Her previous male companion was nowhere to be seen, much to Josh’s relief. He tried to steel his nerves before he approached her, but still felt like an awkward wreck as he introduced himself, stumbling over his words in his attempt to strike up a conversation. His discomfort was palpable, but she smiled warmly and greeted him kindly which calmed him down a little. It became obvious to her that he was extremely inexperienced, but he was cute and his slim frame seemed built solidly enough for her tastes, so she kept talking to him for a while. She knew exactly where he was hoping their interaction would lead, and though he obviously had no idea how to get there, she admired the tenacity with which he was trying as he groped for topics to keep the conversation going. She was skeptical that he would prove to be a worthy submissive. Her last sub had also been a newbie and quickly realized he was not cut out to take the punishments she liked to dole out. He called it quits after just a few sessions. Katt thought it just as likely, that Josh would react the same way, but maybe it would be fun to watch him break. He clearly wanted to be dominated, and she knew she could give him a first experience he would never forget. When it became apparent in their conversation that he was never going to come out and ask her, she decided to take control.

“Look,” she said matter-of-factly, cutting him off in mid-sentence, “I know you’ve been jerking off thinking about me ever since the last munch, fantasizing about being my bitch. Am I right?” Josh was too stunned to answer right away. “Mmm, hmm. That’s what I thought,” she said putting her hands on her hips. “You might as well just tell me what you want.”

Finally, Josh found his wits. “Uh, I’d like to, maybe, be your submissive sometime, if you..”

“No,” she cut him off abruptly. “You want to be my bitch. Say it.”

Josh swallowed the lump in his throat. “I want to be your bitch.”

She grinned at him. “I think you’ve been my bitch since the moment you laid eyes on me! You just didn’t realize it yet.”

They had their first session the next night.

Josh proved to be a very eager submissive, and a willing pain slut. Since it was his first time, it took him a while to learn the rules that Katt laid down, and to be truly subservient. Katt eased him into her kinky desires, not wanting to scare him away. Over the next several weeks they met often, and she introduced him to paddling and impact play, various restraints, domestic servitude, edging, cock and ball torture, and finally chastity, anal plugs, and pegging. To Katt’s delight, he was a very enthusiastic ass worshipper. Having always been a fantasy of his, he was ecstatic to indulge her fetish for it, especially since her ass was particularly shapely and appetizing.

Along with the introduction of the chastity cage, she began a regime of teasing and denial. She made it clear that if he was to be her slave, she would have complete control over his orgasms. At first she only made him wear the cage during their sessions, then overnight, then eventually for multiple days. For the last week he had worn it every day. Of course she took it off when they were together so she could tease him. She would push him to the edge of orgasm, and challenge him to resist climaxing. Sometimes she would set an egg timer, then suck him and stroke him, only allowing him to cum once the timer went off. Sometimes she would allow him to get a hard on and she would tease him for hours, only to lock him back up at the end of the night, and send him home with blue balls. She allowed him to cum just enough to keep him in a constant state of anticipation, never knowing when his next release would be.

Of course, sometimes during her teasing sessions, he would cum before she gave him permission. She would punish him each time, and challenge him to get better at controlling his manhood. He did so, each time lasting a little longer. After each failure, the punishment was a little more severe. Sometimes it was flogging or paddling his ass, but lately she had focused on punishing his balls. It just seemed natural to her to punish the part of his body that had disobeyed her commands. And he suffered the abuse with minimal complaint. Plus, ever since she became a Domme, she had always liked torturing her sub’s balls. Although she would never admit it, she sometimes pushed him extra hard to cum just so she would have a reason to ballbust him.

The last couple times she had tried to push him over the edge, he had actually been able to maintain his control and resist. Katt was beginning to feel a little frustrated. Of course, most of the time, she was very pleased at his growing mastery of his orgasms. But sometimes she just wanted to win her little game.

Today, tuzla escort bayan she had been determined to win. She had sucked him for a while and then rode his cock, knowing the sensation of her hot, wet pussy would drive him mad. She had let him into her pussy before, but had never let him cum inside of her. This time she rode him all the way to the edge and then raised up off of him just as he climaxed. His cock twitched and spurted ropes of cum into the air, ruining his orgasm. The disappointment and defeat on his face was as visible as the satisfaction was on hers. Having finally broken his streak, her punishment was severe. And, to her, it was so very satisfying.

She could have kept busting his balls all night, and she knew he probably would have endured it, be she eventually relented and became content just to feel his tongue massaging her ass. She thought about her luck. She has only recently gotten into being a Domme, and her previous couple of subs had been somewhat insubordinate, more interested in living out their own fantasies than fulfilling hers. Now she had found a boytoy who truly took pleasure in pleasuring her. And she had developed a great deal of affection for him. This one was a keeper.

***

She leaned forward and slapped her hands on his thighs innocuously, which caused his whole body to flinch. She chuckled. “Well slave, I think that’s enough punishment for now, don’t you?” She felt his head nod slightly underneath her. She lifted her bum a few inches off of his face.

“Can I get one last kiss?” She asked in a sweet voice.

Josh raised his head up and pressed his puckered lips to her puckered hole. “Thank you for letting me worship you during my punishment, Mistress,” he said. She smiled. He was a natural slave, indeed.

She climbed off of him and began to undo his tethers, starting with his legs. As soon as his arms were free, he cradled his throbbing balls in his hands, then rolled onto his side and curled up. She crawled back into bed and gently wrapped her arms around him, cuddling up to his back.

“You really hurt, don’t you?” she asked, sincerely.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So now you know how serious I am about controlling your orgasms”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her left arm was wrapped under his neck and curled around him, her hand stroking his chest. His left hand reached up and gripped hers. Her right hand moved down and gently peeled his hand away from his aching testicles. He reached up and wrapped that hand around his other and gripped her left hand tighter. With her right, she gently cradled his balls as he had been doing.

“As long as you are my slave, these balls belong to me,” she said. “All of your orgasms belong to me. And sometimes I just want to tease you and bring you as close to the edge as I can, because I like how desperate it makes you.” With that she began softly caressing his flaccid cock, gripping it lightly and stroking it.

“But I don’t have to give you release if I don’t want to. And sometimes you’re just not going to get it. And I need to know that you’re able to respect that and keep your balls under control.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

And I know that’s hard to do, and I don’t make it easy, but this is how you learn. I know you always want to make me happy, but sometimes you just need to have a more physical motivation. It just makes your willpower that…much…stronger.” She gave his balls three light taps as she spoke those last three words, causing him to flinch each time.

For the next few minutes, they lay in silence, cuddled together. She nestled her face against the back of his neck and kissed him lovingly, while continuing to give his cock long, slow, light strokes. Her soft touch caused him to slowly get hard, despite the pain still radiating from his balls and up into his stomach.

“I am very pleased with you right now, you know,” she said. “I think you took that punishment very well.”

Thank you, Mistress.”

“I think that was the most punishment I have ever given your poor little balls at one time, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, I have faith in you that you’re going to do much better controlling your orgasms from now on.”

“Yes, Mistress, I will!”

“I know you will,” she said encouragingly. “Because you are the best slave I have ever had.” She nestled her face back against his neck and gave him another soft kiss.

Josh felt a surge of pride from her compliment. He felt glad any time he could please her. And he knew she was sincere. She was harsh and demanding at times, but he knew she genuinely appreciated him. He was glad to be her slave and wanted to be the best slave he could be.

A couple weeks later, he was offered another chance to prove his devotion.

***

Besides busting balls and having her ass worshipped, another activity Katt enjoyed was pegging. She had a variety of strap-ons and anal toys. Josh had never been pegged before, but he had played with his own ass, and when Katt introduced him to her smallest strap-on, he thoroughly göztepe escort bayan enjoyed it. Being fucked in the ass was uncomfortable at first, but when he loosened up, he loved the sensation. Katt pulled his hair and taunted him, humiliated and degraded him, and made him feel like a total slut. Being used like that opened something up inside of him. She taunted him with bisexual fantasies as she fucked him, and eventually got him to share his own. He had never admitted his bisexual fantasies to anyone before. He often masturbated thinking about being used by dominant men or couples, about being cuckolded. It was both frightening and liberating to share his secrets, but he trusted Katt. She made him tell her everything. She told him that she could make all of his dirty fantasies reality, and Josh knew that whether he really wanted her to or not, she probably would. That night, she jerked him off to one of the best orgasms of his life as she buried one of her larger dildos in his ass.

After that, she invoked those fantasies a lot during their sessions. She would make him suck her dildos and pretend they were the real thing. She would teach him tricks to giving a good blowjob, all the while promising that he would someday get to put his skills into action with the real thing. She also began making him eat his own cum anytime he ejaculated.

And she began to cuckold him. Of course she had never promised him that their relationship would be exclusive to begin with. She let him know that while she controlled his orgasms and he could only be with her exclusively, she was free to consort with whomever she wanted. It just so happened that during the first couple weeks they were together, she hadn’t exercised that privilege. Now that she knew it actually turned him on, she knew she was free to fool around without scaring him off.

Now whenever she wanted a real man, or woman, she would go out and get one. Sometimes random hook-ups, sometimes one of a small handful of friends with benefits. One of her favorite playmates was Kyle, the athletic guy Josh had seen her go home with after that first munch. Kyle was a good friend, and particularly well endowed. He was also a natural dominant, and she liked to switch roles from time to time. Each time she got laid, she would tell Josh all about it, in sordid detail, the next time they were together. She would incorporate the retellings into her teasing sessions. She would describe their cocks in detail, and where those cocks had been. She would remind Josh that he was eating out the same pussy and ass that had just been filled with cum the night before. Her descriptions never failed to excite him, often pushing him over the brink.

She knew that someday she would have to bring one of her boyfriends home. She would make Josh watch her get fucked by a superior man, and then make him into a true bisexual slut. She wanted to watch him suck his first real cock and get fucked in the ass by a well-hung stud. She would make him beg for it. In her mind, she pictured her friend Kyle, a natural dominant, with a huge cock, who was no stranger to topping submissive sissys.

On the day she planned to make it happen, however, fate had a better idea.

***

That night she had Josh drop her off at her favorite bar. Kyle met her at the car, kissing her sensually right there on the curb. Josh watched as they walked into the bar with Kyle’s hand planted firmly on Katt’s butt. He couldn’t help but picture Kyle’s athletic body and huge cock plowing into that voluptuous ass as he bent her over. It was easy to picture since Katt had described that exact scene to him several times.

Katt had told Josh to go wait at her apartment where he would find a list of chores for him do until she got home. She didn’t say when that would be. She had been hinting for days that he would be getting his first taste of cock soon, and he wondered if tonight would be the night. He was in a nervous state of excitement and anticipation all evening. When Katt finally came home at 2:00 in the morning, Josh was both relieved and disappointed to see her stagger in the door alone.

Leading up to that evening, she had in fact, intended to bring Kyle home. They would meet at the bar for a few drinks, and then come home where Kyle would fuck both her and Josh. But a phone call she had gotten earlier that day compelled her to change her plans.

Josh went to the front room when he heard the car outside. He knelt in the entry way in the subservient ready-position that Katt had taught him. She stumbled in the door, as if weak in the knees, and dropped her purse on a chair. She looked exhausted. Her cheeks and arms were slightly flushed, her make-up was smeared, and her hair matted with sweat. She grinned when she saw Josh on his knees waiting obediently.

“Well, aren’t you a good little boy?” she asked. “I’ve got a treat for you.” She stepped over in front of him, his face level with her waist. She hiked up her skirt, and pressed his face into her naked sex. Her panties were nowhere to be seen. Her clean-shaven pussy was swollen and red. Juices still glistened on her labia. “I want you to smell that,” she told him. He inhaled deeply with his nose pressed against her slit. The smell of her sex was intoxicating, instantly causing his imprisoned cock to strain painfully against its cage. It somehow smelled different than she usually did during oral sex. “That is the smell of a satisfied woman. That’s the smell of what a real man does to me.”

It was fate that they happened to meet at work. He had spotted her first, unconsciously rubbing her pussy on her chair, trying to cum. He waited for the perfect day, the day she left last. She was surprised when he confronted her in the hallway, as she should be. He was one of the best looking men there, and she…she could be described as a plain girl. But he wanted her, because she could give him what no other girl could. Total submission. He had a knack for that kind of thing.

Roughly, he threw her against the wall, and tore at her shirt.

“Get on your knees slut. Stay there, til I decide you rise.”

It almost came as a surprise to him, when she came at him and tried to slap him. He was lucky that he was prepared for such a thing, not all subs were so compliant. And he should know, training them for as long as he had.

He caught her hand and pinned it to her back, bending her over roughly, before pulling up her knee length skirt. He ran his hand over the small, but firm ass, appreciating kadıköy escort bayan her taste in underwear. He let his hands stray down the the bottoms, letting his fingers curl under the boy shorts revealing cut. With a cry from Her, he ripped them up into a fierce wedgie, and started spanking her.

At this point in time she was half moaning, half screaming, and trying to get away. He twisted her arm painfully before continuing his almost brutal assault on her ass. He paused, and smiled. There, on her delicious looking underwear, was a dark stain, spreading from her pussy. He let go of her arm, and stood back, waiting for her move.

Hesitating, she stood, defiant, narrow shoulders hunched. They soon dropped pitifully, and she sank to the ground with grace, on her knees.

Smiling, her looked down at her. He knew he had picked the right girl. Her shirt, torn down the front, exposed her chest, pale and slim. One small pink kartal escort bayan nipple looked up at him, having escaped from it’s bra during Her brutal first lesson. He bent down, and took the already hard nub between his forefinger and thumb, twisting painfully. She moaned, but did not cry out. This, he was totally surprised at. It was almost as if she had been born a slave.

He was bolder now, knowing that he could go farther with her on her first training than with any other sub he had trained before.

“You will stand, remove your panties and bra. When you have done with that, you will place them in your purse, and put your clothing back on. Once you have done, you will kneel on the ground, knees apart, hands clasped behind your neck, chest out. You will remember to keep your eyes down, and address me as master. Do you understand?”

With a small nod, she stood, and slowly removed her torn blouse and skirt. She was trembling maltepe escort bayan as she unclasped her bra, and holding her breasts to her, she dropped the bra into her purse. Annoyed, her slapped her hand away, and nodded at her to continue. She was crying now, not even bothering to remover her skirt, while she struggled with her panties. Now, he could see that they were soaked almost all the way through. As she was again, bending down to get on her knees he stopped her.

“Did I not tell you to address me as Master?” he asked her.

She stood trembling, and opened her mouth. He raised a hand cutting her off. Striding over to her, he slapped her tit. Hard. This time, She cried out, not caring as she looked him in the face. Again he slapped her, but getting the picture, she looked down. From there on out, she took her punishment with only a few moans.

He motioned to her, telling her to get to her knees.

“Yes Master” was the only reply, in a small, but unbroken voice. He smiled, pleased.

“You will remain here, until I return. Do not move, I will know.”

Again, he smiled to himself. The janitor, a friend of his, had seen him do this to the countless girls he had tested here at this office, and none of them ever survived this test. As He left the hallway, he gave a heads up to the janitor. He headed towards the kitchen for a quick snack…

“It’s very nice here,” Katie said, admiring the cabin her husband rented.

He unpacked their play bag, laying the coiled rope aside to retrieve a leather strap and a wicked dragon’s tongue.

“Undress and go outside. Wait for me next to the car.”

“Yes, sir.” She undressed and obeyed, moisture trickling between her thighs. The sun warmed her body. Was anyone watching?

Coiled rope hung over one shoulder, he walked to her. In one hand, he held her collar and lead, while the other held his implements of delight and punishment.

He buckled the collar around her neck, then cupped her face and kissed her to begin their ritual affirming their dedication and promise to each other. “I love you more than life, darling girl.”

“I love you, too. You are my life.”

He gave her cheek one last gentle touch, then hooked her leash to her collar. Crossing her hands behind her back, she followed when he led her toward two trees with low-hanging branches.

Katie loved the rope he wrapped around her. It was like getting his touch all the time. He picked up the ataşehir escort bayan flogger and she shivered, knowing every part of her was exposed. Working the flogger in a figure eight, he painted her with pink stripes, so gently, like the touch of a butterfly wing. When she was suitably decorated, he moved to her back and the cushioned flesh of her ass.

Katie moaned and her head fell forward. The touch of the flogger enticed her into subspace. Her husband knew her better than she knew herself, and she shrieked as the dragon’s tongue sent a lick of fire across her bottom.

He painted her quivering flesh with stripes of red that would remind her to whom she belonged. The blows stopped and she shivered when he stroked her bottom

“How are you doing, love?”

“I believe I like camping,” she said, lifting her head for a kiss.

He obliged, kissing her until she gasped for air. Pulling away, he frowned. “Look down at your pretty cunt, sweetheart.”

To her horror, she saw a mosquito settle pendik escort bayan upon her clit. Her hips jerked as she tried to buck it off. “Get it off! Please!”

“Do you think she’ll bite you?”

“I don’t want to find out! Get it off!” She thrashed, then felt a sting when it began to feed. Her husband watched, grinning evilly.

The mosquito flew away, and she scowled. “That was awful! Why did you let me get bitten?”

“Scientific curiosity.” He held a bottle of water to her lips. “Drink, darling.”

“I’m very angry with you right now.”

“You knew I was a sadist when you married me. Are you comfortable enough to stand for a bit?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

Her clit swelled and itched. It was irritating, but strangely erotic, making her squirm in her bonds.

“I love to see my beautiful wife writhing for relief.” He picked up the flogger and let it fall against her pussy.

Katie screamed in pleasure mixed with pain. He let the flogger fly again, the falls wrapping upward between ümraniye escort bayan her legs to kiss her bottom. She pushed her hips forward, desperate for more.

It felt wonderful. No, it was awful! Her body was so confused at the sensations she didn’t know whether to cry or ask for more. Dropping the flogger, her husband wrapped a strong arm around her waist and ground the heel of his hand against her abused pussy before shoving two fingers deep inside.

Curling his fingers upward, he stroked her g-spot. She cried out in pleasure and arched against him. “I need to come, please!”

“Say the magic word.”

“Daddy, please let me come!”

He worked the heel of his hand over her clit. “Beg for me, little girl.”

Katie screamed, desperate for relief. “Please, Daddy! Let me come!”

“That was a very good beg. You may come.”

The itch returned with a vengeance, making her thrust her hips into his palm. She convulsed, held up by his strong arms until she could breathe.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl.”

Katie wobbled as he cut the ropes. Leaving the remains of her bondage behind, he carried her inside.

He made her an omelet and toast, and gave her an antihistamine. When her eyelids drooped, he laughed softly and carried her to bed, curling his strong body around her. “I love you,” he whispered. “You are my heart.”

“I love you, too, but no more mosquitos.”

His chest rumbled against her. “We’ll see.”