You like the idea of a man aroused and kept on the plane of sexual excitement for some time. Perhaps you’ll let him come after you’ve had your fun; perhaps you won’t. Release is nice, and it’s fun to see him completely lose it when he orgasms. On the other hand, you could just make him go away hard, and he’d have to deal with the unwanted erection until it went away, and he’d remember what you did to him every time his pants rubbed against his sensitized prick. And that’s a thought that gives you lovely tingles too.

You could even tease him after you sent him away. Make him text you after an hour and tell you if he’s still hard. Would the excitement of having to report back to you keep him turned on? Make him tell you in detail every time he thinks someone noticed his hard-on. (He wouldn’t, of course, be allowed to try to cover himself up beyond wearing pants and sitting down sometimes. No jackets, no books held in front of him. You want him to feel embarrassed and exposed and like everybody knows.)

You could have someone you know–a young, sexy woman, perhaps, or another man if he’s bisexual but feels men are off limits for some reason–go up to him and engage him in conversation when he’s in a position where he can’t cover himself. Maybe you’d set it up so he’s just received bakırköy escort or sent an explicit text message, and it’s making him stiffen again if his cock was flagging. And then you send in your accomplices. Have them flirt with him, maybe, or just pose provocatively. You know by this point he’s thinking of sex at the least excuse, so you could have them behave just within the bounds of plausible deniability. That way he’d feel guilty for turning everything sexual, and the shame would turn him on even more. Or you could have them be more overt. What if they touch his arm or get up in his space or let their eyes travel over his body, lingering at his cock? What if they proposition him?

Of course, if you do ask them to proposition him, there would have to be limits. You don’t want him getting off without your explicit instructions. So maybe you’d have told him he wasn’t to touch himself. Maybe you’d give him conflicting instructions: no touching his dick, no getting off, but submit to anyone who comes up to him and asks to touch. And then when they jerk his prick, he’d have to decide if that counts as having his dick touched. The solution, of course, is to message you, but if he does that he’ll have to explain in detail exactly why he bahçelievler escort has this problem. That would be delicious for you and humiliating for him.

Maybe instead you’d have him listen to you on the phone while you orgasm. Whether you make him take his cock out–but not touch it, no, you want him to have the frustration of wanting touch and not getting it–or make him leave it trapped inside his pants so the hard-on hurts, he’ll get even harder hearing the sounds you make when you come. You could tell him how much it turns you on knowing that he’s stiff and throbbing and unable to do anything about it. You could make him describe to you exactly what he’s feeling. You could have him photograph his erection and send it to you. And then you’d tell him that you’re thinking of how good his cock would feel inside you while you come. He’d have no trouble staying hard for you to play with after hearing that.

Should you make him wear underwear, or not? The advantage of underwear is that it traps his cock and balls tighter. You like the idea of him being restricted and restrained, the thought of the erection that’s usually so pleasurable for him being painful as it’s pressed tightly under several layers of clothing. You’d zeytinburnu escort want to watch him put his clothes back on just to see how uncomfortable it makes him trying to squeeze that long hard rod back under his briefs. The advantage of having him go commando is that there’s only his trousers covering his hard-on. If you did that you’d make sure he was wearing thin, clingy pants, something that showed every line of his cock and balls when he moved. That would be great for when you want him to feel ogled. It would be great for any of your friends you want to let have the treat of seeing his cock without having to undress him, too.

A cock ring would keep him hard for you longer. Keep him nice and stiff with a little less input from you. You might have him take his cock out and stroke it sometimes–of course if he did, he’d have to tell you all about it. Make him edge himself. Maybe make him stroke it for a specific length of time or a certain number of strokes. Or make him jack his dick somewhere with a risk of discovery–under the desk at work or school, perhaps, or when there’s someone else in the room, or when he’s on the phone and can’t make any noises or the other person will realize what he’s doing.

If you let him come, it’d have to be something humiliating. Maybe he’ll have to come inside his pants. Maybe he’ll have to get himself off by rubbing up against something not made for the purpose–a sofa arm, the edge of his desk, the floor. Maybe he’ll have to get a hot lunch, put it on the desk in front of him, jerk off over it–and eat it that way.

So many choices, so many ways to keep him hard and at your mercy. Mmm.

When I saw Rebecca at work the following Monday, I wasn’t sure how to act. Acting “normal” didn’t seem at all feasible. What was normal anymore anyway? Apparently my new normal is riding my boss’s face until I cum, calling her a bitch, pulling her hair.

The first time I ran into her alone was in the breakroom. I sidled up to her while she was pouring her coffee. I cleared my throat in an obvious, comical sort of way. She jumped and her coffee splashed onto the counter.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to scare you.” But we were both giggling at our own nerves, which immediately put me at ease.

“Did you have fun this weekend? I mean, did you like that? Any of it?”

I cleared my throat, trying to pretend I didn’t sound so eager. I flashed to one of my favorite scenes from Natural Born Killers, when Mallory had made the mechanic eat her out on the hood of her car. She chastised him when she was done, “NEXT TIME DON’T BE SO FUCKING EAGER.” Oh god, please don’t let her say that to me right now.

Thankfully, Rebecca’s face looked more nerve-wracked than I felt. I used it to bolster my new confidence and smiled at her.

She relaxed, “Yes. Yeah. I think it’s safe to say that I liked it, and I’m looking forward to another invitation.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We smiled our goodbyes, me trying to be the cool confident Domme, and her… well who knows what she was trying to be. It made me wonder if she was curious about the relationship I have with Master, the marks she saw on my hips. More than anything, I wondered if she’d like me to mark her.

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“Master, how does one start? Where do I begin with her? Without scaring her, without pressuring her?”

“Those are excellent questions, kitten. And ones that you know I can’t answer. There’s no black or white here, since every submissive is different. Go with what you know, what feels natural to you. I’ll tell you this, knowing you, your best bet is going to be your honesty. Just be up front and straight with her.” He smiled at his own lame pun, and I laughed, punching him in the arm jokingly.

He stopped smiling immediately and raised his eyebrow. I flashed a hopeful grin. In one motion he pulled me over his knees, and then proceeded to pull down my shorts, my panties. I tried to carry my weight on my feet, but he spread his legs quickly, making me lose balance and just clutch at his leg so I wouldn’t fall off. It left my full weight on him, and I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I’m sure he knew the exact color of my face without even looking. I twisted and struggled, whimpering, but he held tight. Finally I stopped.

“Are you finished?”

I didn’t answer, my amusement dissipating.

SMACK. The first one landed square on my ass, and I imagined the large hot pink hand print it must have left. I guess I imagined correctly, because he didn’t immediately deliver the second smack.

“That’s so perfect, so beautiful, I hate to ruin it with nineteen more.” Knowing there were nineteen more coming made me want to squirm again. And I almost started to, felt my muscles tense, my toes curl, but mysubmissive side stopped just in time. I stayed still. He knew, too, and gave me a soft pat and a “Good girl.”

By five, I was whimpering, By ten, I was sweating. All my muscles were tense, waiting for the next smack. I don’t think anyone (except subs and spanked children) realizes how many different areas there are to your backside, and how many variations in sensitivity exist. It always surprises me how sensitive my hips are, compared to the fleshiest part of my ass cheeks. Lower ass, upper thighs, lower back, ass crack, top of the ass crack… All of these provide drastically different, but still painful, sensations.

Master covered them all. By seventeen, I was sobbing. My nose running, tears and sweat dripping onto the couch. He prepared me for the last one.

“This one’s twenty, kitten. The last one. I need you to relax, it’s almost over.”

I took a deep cleansing breath, finding my quiet place, envisioning the “kitten” in my mind, kneeling and quiet and calm, collar on, clothes off. Perfect, submissive, simplicity. I focused on the wet salty spot on the cushion and relaxed. Right on cue, as he felt me release it all, SMACK!

I tried to inhale to scream, squeal, something, and it levent escort sounded like a dying cow. Embarrassed further, I let go and sobbed against his leg. He pulled me up, so that I comfortably laid across the couch again. He whispered soothing things into my hair, and ran his hands in a calming motion across his marks on my hips, across the hot welts on my ass. The sensation of his rough masculine hands across these marks, all made by him, gave me butterflies. I let him know with a sweet groan.

“Mmmm. That almost tingles, you know.”

“Good,” he growled. “Come now, let me take care of you, Kitten.”

He led me to the bathroom where he started a bath. We keep a pretty jar of our homemade bath brew beside the tub, and he added several generous scoops. It was just a simple and soothing combination of baking soda, Epsom salts, and lavender, kept for special occasions of pet’s aftercare. After swishing the water around with his hand, he stripped off the rest of my clothes, with the gentleness that only the luckiest big men possess. He helped me over the edge of the tub and lowered me down. Ahhh. I could almost hear my raw ass sizzle as it hit the water.

“Lay back now, please.” I noticed his growl had changed to a whisper, almost a purr. I laid back and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his hands following the shape of my wet body. Scooping water up to waterfall over my breasts, belly, and hips. His hands tracing the curves of my body on their way back down to the water. I sighed from deep inside my soul. It was hypnotic. I loved this man so much.

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I fiddled with my drink while I watched Rebecca prepping the salad she’d brought to have with our steaks. Master was starting the grill and nursing a Guinness. I felt anxious again, wondering what would happen, how I’d handle topping this luscious woman in front of my Master. I definitely had the instinct and the urge to make her do my bidding, submit to me. But to act that way in front of him? It made me nervous. I know he would still be in control, watching me, guiding me, but even that seemed to undermine what I really wanted here.

I stopped myself from sighing and took a sip of my bourbon instead, letting my eyes wander where they wanted… all over Rebecca’s body. Her graceful hands, her full breasts and hips and thighs. I wanted them. I wanted to touch her all over and and make her mine. Make her groan and purr and maybe even squeal.

I walked over and stood behind Rebecca at the counter and touched her shoulders, felt her stiffen at the unexpected touch. Master walked in at that exact moment, and I almost pulled away. But I didn’t. He smiled at us and put down a plate of charred, smoking meat. He must have been a little distracted too. And then I had an idea of how to begin. Always the best way to begin.

I leaned against Rebecca, letting her feel my whole body against hers. “Rebecca, I want to own your mouth, like He owns mine. Can I show you want an owned mouth does?”

She turned around to face me and I felt her breasts move with her breathing. She kissed my mouth, a slow sweet, sucking sort of kiss. Her lips were so warm. Then she nodded.

I walked over to Him and went down to my knees. “May I, Sir?”

“You may, kitten.”

He unzipped for me and I started slow, warming up, using my hand on his cock and playing with his balls. When I was ready, I took in every inch of him, so that he hit the back of my throat and then some. Not that Master takes cues from me, but he knew what I was looking for, and he grabbed my hair in two fistfuls and pulled me even closer to him. I groaned and lapped at his balls with my wet tongue. He broadened his stance and started skull fucking me, hard. I heard Rebecca gasp from someplace far away. I couldn’t lose focus here or I’d gag and choke. He finally relented and I went back to sucking him off as hard as I could.

I stopped for a breath and told Rebecca to join us.

Dropping to her knees like I did, she looked to me for guidance. Ahhh, exactly what I wanted. I looked up at Master, and he nodded at me. Yes, perfect.

I held Master’s cock for her and watched it, wet from my mouth, pass her lips. She sucked and gobbled, struggling a little because of his size. I cihangir escort could empathize. I leaned in and lapped up and down his shaft, meeting her mouth at the head. I couldn’t stop from kissing her then; I just wanted to feel her lips again. We kissed deeply before I went back to sucking Master’s balls, holding his thick wet shaft steady for her.

I think we could have done this all night, but I don’t think Master could take it. Maybe he was beginning to feel less like a Master and more like our plaything, because after a time, he pulled us both up and back to our bedroom.

Knowing why we had moved to the bedroom, I took Rebecca’s hand and decided to go for the honesty route Master had recommended.

“We’re going to play a little bit now. We’d like you to watch, and maybe join in, if you’d like? You tell us where you’re comfortable, make sure to communicate, okay?”

“Okay, I’d like to watch for sure. And maybe join in.” Rebecca smiled a sweet shy grin.

Master disappeared into our closet and came back out with our flogger. Perfect for beginners.

“Undress, kitten. Rebecca, you may undress too if you like.”

Neither of us hesitated, peeling off t-shirts and jeans and bras and panties. God, I just wanted to touch her, squeeze her tits, her ass, feel her pussy again.

“Kitten, please face the wall and take your stance.”

I turned as he told me, and placed my hands as high and as far out as I could, and spread my legs so I was basically making an X-shape with my body. Master wants to build a St. Andrew’s Cross in our bedroom, but until then, I can pose the way he needs me to. I took a deep breath, and saw movement at the corner of my eye. Rebecca was posing the same way. I melted, seeing her hair fall in front of her face, the sweat bead on her forehead. I decided to speak up.

“Rebecca, why don’t you watch first? And then, if you’d like, maybe I’ll take a turn on you? May I, Master?”

She smiled, a little embarrassed, and stepped back from the wall, covering her tits with her hands like she didn’t know where to put them.

“Yes, kitten, that will be fine,” he said, letting the leather straps of the flogger tickle down my back. “I don’t have a particular punishment, so we’ll just count this as part of your training… and perhaps Rebecca’s training as well.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He started so lightly that I almost giggled, but held back. Then I realized he was showing me how to start with Rebecca; light caresses, with just a slight sting at the end. So delicious. I hoped she would like it too.

“Now, kitten, I’m going to finish with a harder one. I need you marked.” I noticed he nearly snarled at the end.

I took a breath, and heard the rush of the leather whistle through the air. Will I ever learn not to tense up?

WHACK! Square across my ass, spreading from one cheek to the other. My knees automatically drew up, while my upper body doubled over. Sudden pain like that always sent a swift flood of nausea over me. Marked! I’d say so.

I let the pain escape me in a low groan, then finally straightened up and turned around to face them both.

“Thank you, Master.” I lowered my eyes in deference and gratitude.

“You’re welcome, kitten. Rebecca?”

While she did look a bit pale, she didn’t look terrified. I took this as an excellent sign. I raised my eyebrows at Master and he handed me the flogger. The leather handle was hot from his grip. This wasn’t the first time I’d held it, but it was the first time I’d held it with the authority to use it.

“Rebecca, please turn and face the wall like I did. Hands up and feet spread apart, please.”

She did as she was told, and I instantly appreciated Master’s affinity for this position. The lines of her arms stretched out, leading down to her beautiful smooth back, the dip of her waist, then the curve of her hips, it was breathtaking. I wanted to touch her. And my heart skipped a beat as I realized that she was mine to touch, at any moment, for any reason, I could do what I wanted. So I did. I walked up behind her and touched her arms and neck, reached around stroked the smooth, sweet slope of her breast, felt her nipple harden under my palm. Fuck. I wanted all of her. I kept sliding my hand down and followed the shape feriköy escort of her waist, hip, and ass. I lightly slapped her ass, barely tapped really, and she jumped.

“It’s okay, shhhh,” I whispered. “I’m going to see how wet you are now.” I slid my hand around to the front, and cupped her fat cunt in my hand, squeezed a little. Then I slid my middle finger between her lips and found that she was sloppy wet, ready and open. She wanted this.

“Very nice, you know I’m going to taste you as soon as I’m done flogging your ass. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head, took a breath, and stammered, “Yes, Ma’am.” Oh my, that was sweet.

I took a couple of steps back and smiled at my Master. He looked disconcerted, but smiled back.

I started so slowly and sweetly, I really didn’t want to hurt her, I only wanted to play. To tease. To show her that pleasure isn’t all touching and kissing and fucking. That sometimes you can derive pleasure from a well placed stinging flogger. And, I really didn’t want to scare her.

Watching the leather tips bounce off her ass cheek with each light slap was almost more than I could handle. Her ass was turning a lovely shade of dark pink, and each moan and sigh that escaped her lips went straight to my cunt. It was delicious. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I dropped the flogger, and in one move I was on my knees, turning her around to face me. Her face was flushed and beautiful. I lifted her knee and put it over my shoulder, giving me perfect access to her sweet, dripping pussy. I groaned and buried my mouth between her thighs, licking and slurping, driving my tongue as deep as it could go. I caressed her ass, lightly running my fingers over the tiny raised welts from the flogger. She sighed, and I knew why, I know exactly how that feels. I know that that’s when the tension of the punishment finally escapes, when your welts are touched.

Her fingers gripped my hair, and I knew the attention I was giving her cunt was making her knees weak. I let her slide down the wall, and hooked my hands under her thighs and pulled her so that she was lying flat on the floor. I spread her knees apart and ran my hands down the inside of her thighs. I started with two fingers, pumped slowly, finger fucking Rebecca and watching her eyes roll back in her head. I eased into three fingers, hooked up, hitting her g-spot like Master finger fucks me. I felt Rebecca’s muscles contract and grip my fingers, and I knew she was about to cum for me. I didn’t change my rhythm, and BOOM, like fireworks, her body shook and shuddered and her back arched, and her mouth opened…. I leaned forward and kissed her, took her breath away. I wanted all of it.

Before she had even come down, my mouth was back on her cunt, tasting her orgasm, licking up all her juices. She kept shaking and jumping, her clit overly sensitive now, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and just went harder. And then, I felt him… my Master. His hands on my ass, snaking their way between my legs, he wanted me. I braced my weight on my elbows, spread my knees, and didn’t dare stop tongue-fucking Rebecca.

The moment I felt him enter, I knew I would cum fast. He was rock hard, and I couldn’t blame him. Rebecca spread eagle on our bedroom floor, me between her legs with my ass in the air. And I was glad to know that he was enjoying this as much as I was. Or maybe he just thought I’d forgotten him, and he needed to lay claim to what belonged to him. I groaned into Rebecca’s pussy, while he pumped away, fucking me hard, with total disregard to my pleasure. And then I felt Rebecca’s cunt tighten and clench again, further driving me to my own orgasm. We came at the same time and I collapsed on top of her, kissing the inside of her thigh, hearing her heart beat.

I could see Master stand up out of the corner of my eye, jacking off, quickly, and then he came, his cum shooting across the two of us in thick white spurts. Across Rebecca’s tits, and stomach, my hair, my cheek, my back. I got up to my knees and licked it all off her tits, slurped it off her stomach.

“We never waste Master’s cum, Rebecca. Can you lick it off my back?” I turned over, and felt her hot tongue lap up all the cum on my back.

I knew we’d have a lot to think about, but right now, I think we all just wanted sleep. I thought about asking Rebecca to spend the night, but I didn’t want to start a precedent. And I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about Master cumming on her, like she was his or something. She was mine. She was never supposed to be his. Even as Master wrapped his arms and legs around me in our bed, I felt a rock sink to the pit of my stomach. So much to think about.

No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one.

The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and proudly wearing my submariners badge on the left front of my shirt, White socks and shoes and to top it off my cap. After a quick photo session I left for town drawing admiring glances from the ladies and getting more than a few salutes from the army troops walking around the town centre.

I walked into the supermarket and was greeted by a stunned and happy Julie who forgetting her position as warehouse manager ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, practically knocking the pair of us to the floor.

Once we straightened ourselves out she peppered my face with kisses as she cradled my face in her hands. I think she was happy to see me. As she became aware of where we were she suddenly became rather shy and maternal as she scolded me for not telling her I was up on leave. Deciding that where we were standing, in the main store, was too public, she, to the delight of the shoppers and staff, swatted me on the bum as she led me through the store to the warehouse and her office.

Once inside her office she got her new flunky (same job as I had prior to finishing school) to make us each a cup of coffee. We waited for the coffee to arrive and then sat down and caught up on each other’s experiences over the past eighteen months. It was truly good to see Julie again and as we chatted it seemed as though we had not been separated. At one point I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, by now I was on a caffeine high and Julie offered me a smoke. I demurred etiler escort and Julie caught herself and chuckled and murmured, “you don’t smoke?”

“No Ma’am I don’t…”

She started to ask me if I had ever smoked then stopped and smiled at me saying, ” oh yes I forgot, Marta caught you smoking once before, didn’t she?”

For some reason my bottom started to itch as the memory of that particular spanking came rushing to the forefront of my mind.

Julie carried on speaking, ” she punished you there and then not so?” She paused and looked at me as I squirmed and fidgeted clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be headed

“Come on Mario, don’t be shy tell Aunty Julie all about it.”

As I heard her say the words Aunty Julie, my mind went back to the night this lovely lady had punished me for peeking at her lingerie and my face coloured straight away.

“Come on”, she continued to tease, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me now.”

Still thinking for the spanking Julie gave me, I stammered, “Please, I am embarrassed to talk about it.”

Julie relented and said, “It is ok Mario, it is strange in this day and age to find a young man who doesn’t smoke, after all there is a lot of pressure on young people to conform to what the world want. I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you are. I’ll stop teasing you.”

“It’s not that, it is the fact that you like mom and Aunty Amber have seen me laid out over your knee. I suppose that this is a foolish reaction to have seeing as you already know I am spanked.”

“Well,” said Julie, “I know that Marta spanked you before you finished school, are you telling me she has spanked you since.

“Mom was very annoyed with me and as a result of that particular bağcılar escort spanking I have never smoked since. Yes; the answer to the second part of your statement is yes, mom spanked me last weekend, not for anything in particular but mom saw that I was very stressed out, bad things happen to good people and it got to me, mom believes that a good stress relieving hiding does wonders for my peace of mind. It hurt a lot and yes I cried like a baby but strangely I do feel a lot better for it.”

Julie looked on in amusement at the unfolding tale, silent for a moment. Finally she stated; ” your mom spanks you because you were smoking and it is enough of a deterrent to never smoke again, so if I apply that principle to my spanking you for looking through my lingerie, does that mean you will never look through a ladies lingerie drawer again.”

“In principle yes, however you are not my mom and although the spanking hurt like the very devil, if the chance came up again I would be guilty of peeking through your lingerie again.” I said by way of reply.

Julie was kind of shocked, “do you mean that faced with getting another spanking from me you would still peek in my lingerie drawer?

“Yes ma’am, I would.”

“But Why?” asked Julie, still not able to process this bit of info.

“Well ma’am…”

Julie interjected brusquely “Oh for heaven’s sake Mario, you are an adult now, call me Julie when we are alone.”

Nervously Mario tried to complete his sentence, “as I was saying Julie, I think you are a very attractive woman and to be honest, I would like to see more than just your underwear. I …”

Mario fell silent as he realised that he had openly declared his attraction to Julie.

Julie too had her own admissions to make but was topkapı escort hesitant to openly declare them. The young man sat in front of her was a very handsome young man, his physique had been toned and if at all possible improved by the rigours of military life. True he was still short having only grown a few more inches since she had last seen him shortly before he embarked on the troop train that carried him to the army base.

She had spent much of that fateful night wondering if she had done wrong by punishing the penitent kid so severely. True the following morning Mario had shown no animosity towards her and after speaking to both Marta and Amber she began to see that in fact her and Mario had become closer than before. True there had not been the opportunity to spank him again as he was always polite and considerate towards her.

She flushed as she felt a dampness form in her panties as she remembered the sight of the firm buttocks so red and hot as she spanked him, she remembered how as Mario had gone across her lap she had felt his arousal hard and insistent. True the erection had dissipated as she punished him but it was a while before the hard fleshly tube had gone soft, by then Mario was a crying mess.

Unbidden the thought of Mario bare across her thighs flashed into her mind and Julie pressed her thighs together as the dampness turned into a sodden mess. Her nipples reflected her arousal awakening from their self imposed dormancy. The soft material of her brassiere scratched her nipples causing them to harden all the more.

“Stop it woman, he is only a boy…” she thought as she looked across the desk at Mario sat there silently. “You are old enough to be his mother,” she mused yet the thought of Mario naked, his erection pressing into her thigh as he writhed across her knee would not go away. Then another more insistent thought came to mind, the young man on his knees, his red and sore bottom for all the world to see and his head buried in her sodden pussy, his mouth seeking out her prominent clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.

Julie abruptly stood up, her mind made up. “Come on young man, let’s get out of here.”

Finally, after months of searching, there it was! The ad Jennifer had been searching for finally showed up on Craigslist! She just knew this was the right one for her, she could feel it!

Housekeeper with Benefits Wanted: Rubenesque, petite brunette wanted to perform chores around home. You must be submissive and obedient, willing to take instructions without question and willing to accept punishment if you do not perform up to par. I will teach you what I require and you will learn as you go. I am waiting for you to contact me for more information. I expect you to respond promptly.

Jennifer was typing a response email almost as soon as she had finished reading the listing. It was so exciting to find the right ad; she couldn’t wait for the response.

I believe I am the maid that can provide you with all the services you require. My housekeeping skills are impeccable and I am willing to provide additional services that you may so desire. I am new to this, but am a quick study and eager to please. If you are willing to teach me, please contact me.

On a whim, Jen decided to attach a copy of herself in her old French maid uniform. She went with it figuring that it accentuated every curve of her voluptuous body. In her mind the picture was a gamble. She had responded to CL ads before, only to be disappointed. This outfit used to fit a little better, but she had put on a few pounds and gravity was taking its toll in the years since she bought it. Jen had met a few men, sight unseen, only to be told that they considered her too old, or that they were expecting a 20-something gym body. They wanted a tight firm ass, and perfect breasts. “Perfect,” she thought, “you mean fake! These are all me and someone needs to appreciate that!” Glancing out the window, Jennifer saw the local hottie jogging down her street. Rachel Bream was the teenage daughter in the house on the corner. Her long golden locks and large breasts always turned the heads of the neighborhood boys and men. Sure she may play innocent, but we all know that she knows damn well what she is doing when she squeezes on that obviously small sports bra and those skin tight bike shorts to run in. “Enjoy those big firm boobs now,” Jen says aloud to herself. “They may be nice enough to get you some attention now, but in a few years you are gonna look like me.” Jen glances down at her sagging D-cup breasts, barely covered by the maid costume. She unties the neck straps and turns to look at herself in the hall mirror. Cupping each breast in her hands, she raises them and says, “We’ve had some fun in our days, haven’t we girls?”

Jen lowered her breasts slowly to their natural level, almost as if watching gravity take its effect on them through some high speed camera that has filmed her over the years. She thought back to the first and only time she put the outfit on for her former boyfriend. That was several years ago and the two had been living together a few years. She was looking to spice things up a bit and decided to surprise him when he arrived home from work. But instead of the reaction she expected, he told her to take the silly thing off. It’s not Halloween he said… That had been the final straw with him. Shortly after that, Jen moved out on her own again. In the years since, she has pursued her sexual education. The internet was a wonderful place for her to discover so many new things. In retrospect, she realized that her old flame was actually holding her back. If she were still with him, she never would have discovered the wide open world of fetish sex, and her most recent interest in being a submissive. Just the thought of being controlled by some strange man excited her.

At first Jennifer checked her email inbox every hour. She was so aroused at the thought that she could feel her panties get damp each time she logged in searching for any response. With none in the inbox, she was dying to give her hot loins some attention. Just a few fingers briefly, she thought. The good stuff is yet to come. “Mmm,” the moisture on her fingers tasted like honey on her tongue. “How long before he samples my kitty?” she wonders, as she slides her fingers in again. Her fingers are sufficient for now, but she grows impatient as the hours, then days go by.

It actually takes the better part of a week before something happens. Jennifer was actually starting to feel like this was not going to be the one. Doubts had clouded her mind and she was just about to give up. She decided to look for the last time. “If he hasn’t answered me now, I will give up,” she decides. But there it was! On her last try, the response had finally arrived!

You have waited for me this long. I see you can be patient. You have passed the first test. Most other responders send another email before the week is out, but you did not. I like that.

“He likes me! He likes me! Oh I hope this works out!” The moistness between her thighs returns as Jennifer read on…

I require two things. You must arrive to my home attired as I direct, and you must respect my time. If you will commit to these things, we may proceed.

Jen’s response is short and çapa escort to the point.

Sir, I am eager to serve and please you. Please allow me the chance to prove it.

A day later his response is received. Jennifer practically cums in her pants when she sees his message in the inbox.

You have been granted the chance. Do not let me down. Tell me your sizes so that I will have the proper uniform for you when you arrive.

“Sizes,” Jen wonders. “I have my own maid outfit already, but if I must follow instructions, I will do as I am told.”

I wear a size 10 pants and a medium or large top, depending on how tight I want the blouse.

Jennifer figured she would give her new mystery man the chance to decide if he wanted her in a clingy outfit or not. It seems the game had begun already. “I wonder what sort of uniform he is going to make me wear.”

In two days’ time Jennifer received another email instructing her to come to his home on Saturday in the early morning for a 6am start. She was to wear absolutely nothing under an overcoat.

Your uniform will be provided when you arrive.

In the early spring an overcoat is not a problem, but in the mid summer Jen wonders if an overcoat will provoke questions from the neighbors. “Wow,” she thinks. “This guy is serious business!”

Saturday arrives and Jennifer has prepared herself as instructed. After a shower, she shaved her pubic hair, and applied her sexiest body lotion scent. Striding to the front door wearing nothing between her smile and her green sandals, Jen takes an overcoat from the closet and puts it on. She carefully ties the waist belt, takes a deep breathe and steps out her front door. Walking down the driveway, Jen tries to shake the feeling that the neighbor next door picking up her paper from her lawn knows what she is up to. Jen throws up a polite wave as she walks to her car, not wanting to let go of the coat for too long. Climbing into the front seat she notices a heat growing between her legs, and grabs the coat flaps to ensure she doesn’t flash the neighborhood.

Thinking about what is the day may bring as she drives, the heat between her legs continues to grow. Squirming in the driver’s seat, she can’t help but reach a hand between her legs at the red light. She smiles at the male driver in the car next to her as the light changes, waving her cum soaked fingers “good-bye” as she speeds off. It is one of those times that she wishes that she was not driving a stick shift so she could continue her fingering as she drives, but she has another idea come to mind. Turning the a/c vents, she manages to send a cool breeze directly into her lap, helping cool the fire down below. The exhilaration is inspiring on the drive.

Turning into the driveway, Jennifer can see his modest home. It is not the awe inspiring mansion she had imagined, but she was not going to let that spoil the excitement. It was a two-story brick house with a chimney on the roof. “Must be at least a 3 bedroom.” she evaluates. In the driveway, again cautious not to flash the old man on the next driveway, she clenches the bottom of the coat as she walks up the driveway in the morning breeze. The cool morning air is enjoyable as it flows up between your thighs.

Jen rings the doorbell, and the door opens wide. With the shaded by the trees in the front yard, she cannot see the face of the man that greets her, but she hears his gravely voice,

“You are quite prompt. Very good. You may address me as Sir. Do please come inside.” Stepping thru the door, he shuts it behind you and asks if she has dressed appropriately. Jen nods her response. “Please remove your coat and hang it on the stand by the door.” Turning towards the stand, Jen’s stomach starts to churn. The feelings of insecurity start to creep into her mind. Untying the belt, the fear of rejection starts to cloud her brain.

“Why do you hesitate,” he asks her?

Jen realizes that she had frozen to the spot and not yet removed her coat. A strong hand rests on her neck from behind. His breath is warm on her neck as he says, “Let me make myself very clear. I expect from you absolute obedience, and immediate satisfaction, do you understand?”

His hand tightens on Jennifer’s neck with the question, and his other hand reaches to pull her coat open. She feels the air conditioned air on her backside for the briefest moment before his free hand comes in hard and loud on her soft white generous bottom. A moan of pain escapes her lips as her hips lunge forward in reaction to the slap. Jen is not sure if she was actually hurt, or just shocked.

“Now,” he says, “down the hall on the right, you will find a room containing your uniform and cleaning supplies. Please put on the uniform and bring the bucket back here with you.”

Slowly Jen slinks down the hall, thinking about what just happened. She dared not turn her head to peek at her backside, but she imagines it is already turning red. She knows he is watching her, and she hopes her imperfections are not disappointing him. In the room she finds fatih escort a mattress on a metal frame. It resembles a military bunk in its simplicity. On the bed is a bucket with several items inside. Some she identifies as cleaning tools, but the rest, for now, are a mystery. Hung over a chair is the uniform. A purple sleeveless men’s undershirt, the kind affectionately called a ‘wife beater.’ Under the shirt is a purple pair of panties, cut more like shorts than underwear. Pulling on the top, Jen realizes that it’s too tight. “This has to be two sizes too small,” she thinks. With each breath the fabric mercilessly squeezes her breasts. The panties are too small too, leaving more than half of her ass cheeks hanging out the bottom. They take some getting used to, but the fabric is quite forgiving.

Jen takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror. A deep sigh escapes as she does not like what she sees. “Why is time so cruel to women and not men,” she asks as she looks at her sagging breasts again. The men used to stumble over themselves as they used to compete for her attention. Her diminutive 5′ 2″ 103lb frame only accentuated the size of her 34D bustline. Her long flowing auburn hair waved freely in the breeze, waving in potential male suitors. In recent years though, she has put on a few pounds and inches. The washboard stomach is gone, and everything has started to sag. The auburn hair is still there, but she occasionally helps it out with a dye job. “Well,” she thinks, “youth doesn’t have experience. At least I got that!”

Jen grabs the bucket and walks back down the hallway hurriedly, knowing she has made him wait. He is standing in another doorway now. He ushers her through and she is standing in the kitchen.

“I want you to scrub the floor in here,” he says.

“But it already looks clean enough to eat off of.” she responds.

His eyes widen as he looks at Jennifer. “That was your second mistake girl,” he says, stepping closer to you. “What part of ‘without question’ did you not understand? Now you have earned some punishment.”

His hand clamps down around your upper arm as he practically drags Jennifer to the living room. There is a footrest off the bottom on the couch where he tosses her down over it. She fears what is to come, and already not sure if it was a good idea to come here.

“I’m sorry Sir, Jen says, “I’ll never question you again!!”

“You said you were a quick study, but already you need another lesson!”

The sound of Jennifer’s scared breathing is pierced by the sound of flesh striking meaty flesh. Whack!! His large hand strikes the bare part of her fleshy white bottom. It stings. whack!! A second slap lands, but on the drawback, Jen is barely conscious of him running a finger between her legs. Whack, whack! 2 more quick hits and this time Jen is sure that he slipped a finger between her thighs. She can feel the heat of the redness in her ass cheeks; they must be flush with color by now. Pulling Jen up by your hair, he stands her up again and asks, “How does that floor look to you now?”

“I must clean it for you sir,” she answers, trying to fight back an angry scream.

“Good girl, perhaps you are a quick study,” he smiles dryly.

Jen walks back to the kitchen door, bucket in hand. As she enters, she takes a mop from the corner.

“No no,” he says. “Down on your knees. I want your ass up so I can see it as you clean. Make sure you scrub it good too. All of it.”

“I am really going to clean,” Jen starts to think? “This is not why I came here.” As she begins scrubbing the floor, she can feel his eyes upon her, staring at her breasts as they are being held captive by the undersized shirt. They jiggle with the rhythm of her brushstrokes, and she can feel their swaying from side to side. She turns to look at him, as his watching has begun to make her nervous. But as she looks, he is gone.

“Damn, he is really leaving me here to clean his damn house,” she mutters. “This is not what I signed up for!” A tug on her hair makes Jen realize that he had returned.

“What did you say,” he breathes in her ear? You don’t like your job? Perhaps this will help improve your attitude.”

A thick arm circles around Jen’s waist, lifting her from the floor. It holds her tightly as the second hand reaches for her panties. She can feel the stitches straining to hold together as they start to slide down her hips. They stop below the fullest part of her hips, and a rattling sound can be heard from the bucket behind her. There is a cold wetness on her ass. A liquid is running between her ass cheeks now as his fingers trace the crevice, one by one until they begin circling her asshole.

“Oh my God,” Jen thinks! “No, please don’t,” she begs!

Pressure becomes penetration as his finger forces itself inside her clenched asshole. In one firm push he has penetrated her to his last knuckle.

“Ooowwww, no please stop!!!”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says. The bucket rattles again and he produces an object which he waves in front of your face. aksaray escort “You are going to wear this butt plug until I say you are done today. Do you understand me?”

Seeing that the plug is fatter than his finger, Jen doesn’t think she will be able to handle it. As he presses it against her tight opening, sheer panic takes over. Her hips instinctively wriggle to avoid the pain. She tries to spin in his grasp to prevent him from finding his target.

“Don’t fight me you little bitch, or I will do you worse,” he threatens. He manages to drag Jennifer to the hall carpet as her struggles continue. Then with one arm he swings her over in a wrestling maneuver, throwing her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Face down, he pins her hands on her back as he sits on them. His weight makes is so difficult to breath. Jen can barely gasp out, “Please please, I don’t think I want this. This is too much!!”

With a handful of hair, he says, “I told you, absolute obedience. Now shut the fuck up!”

Jennifer releases a guttural groan as the butt plug is forced insider her. He does not thrust it inside her so wildly, but there is no mistake in his intention that this is going all the way up her ass. His weight is raises off her back, allowing Jen to breathe freely again. She realizes that she had been holding her breath as it entered, and now her lungs are gasping for new air. She breathes in deeply to recover.

“Maybe this butt plug will remind you why you are here. You are here at my will; do you understand me now you little bitch? Get back to that floor!” Glancing over her shoulder, Jennifer can’t even see the end of the plug any longer, but the tingling pain affirms to her that it is there. “Yes Sir,” she says, trying to wiggle her hips in an effort to deal with the discomfort. Kneeling down, she does her best to return to cleaning the floor, but between the pain in her ass, and knowing he is watching, she cannot help feeling uncomfortable. “Will he get angry if I don’t clean the floor well enough? Is he just looking at my ass in the air? He’s probably thinking that I am flabby after seeing my ass cheeks shake when he spanked me.” Jen turns again to look up at him again, only to see he has gone again. This only confirms to her that he was really only after a maid he can abuse. Growing slightly disheartened, she finishes her task and gathers the cleaning supplies. Standing again, the twinge of pain between her cheeks is a quick reminder that she still had the plug in place. Being on her knees seems to have lessened the pain somewhat and she had grown accustomed to its presence, no longer feeling the pain of its rude introduction.

Stepping into the hall, Jennifer heard his dark voice call out from the living room. “Have you completed your task,” he asks? With arms weary from the scrubbing, she nods. “WHAT,” he bellows, standing up from his chair quickly. Despite her fear of what is about to happen, she still notices that he has changed into a robe and what appear to be pajamas underneath. “I did not hear your answer?”

“Yes, yes, I am finished….. Sir!!”

“Why do I have to ask you things twice? You told me you were a fucking quick study, but you only seem to be a dumb fucking cunt!!”

“No Sir, no Sir, I will learn, I am not stupid!!”

He is upon her faster than she expected him to move. One hand grabs her throat tightly, pulling her closer, as the second hand wraps around to grab the end of the buttplug. Releasing her throat, he grabs a handful of hair, pulling her head backwards. Jen feels the plug move. It is pulled out several inches before being thrust back in again. Once, twice, three times he pounds it into her ass. She has nowhere to go but forward, pushing up against him as she tries to pull away from the thrusts. Jen’s hands grab at his robe as she fights for her freedom from this torture.

“I think you are just a dumb cunt! But I will take the time to teach you proper respect and discipline.”

“Pleeeaaasssseeeee…..,” she cries, but her shrieks fall on deaf ears.

More thrusts and the burning is escalating. “Do you want to learn? Are you worthy of my teaching you,” he asks?

Jennifer’s mind is racing now. What is the right answer, she wonders? The pain and fear have her so confused that she isn’t sure how to answer. Her first thought it to stop the pain and be free of his grasp, so she tells him what she thinks he wants to hear. “Please Sir, please. I don’t mean to be disrespectful. I AM just a stupid cunt, but I can learn. Give me a chance. Please teach me to serve you properly, Sir.”

Was it the tears in Jennifer’s eyes, or perhaps the fear in her voice? She wasn’t sure, but she could feel his grip ease. She almost collapses onto the floor as she had been standing on her toes thru this ordeal. Her knees ached from the hard kitchen floor, calf muscles strained from the struggle. That same strong arm that confined her earlier was now pulling her closer to prevent her falling. With her hands still upon his chest, she felt his strong chest muscles carved in the thousands of pushups done over the years. She looks up for the first time to get a good look at his face. He is a mature man, older than she, with a sprinkle of grey among the wavy brown locks. He is not a man she would immediately find attractive, but there is something in his eyes, despite the stern look on his face, that tell her he is not as hard as he seems.

Kinky Criminals CH 2
The Baldemistress Revenge

“Surrender evil doer” a blond woman in a oversized cape challenged.

“You won’t stop me Blademistress” the man laughed.

“You are right” she said. “why don’t you fuck me?”

Clyder Darrow the Third lifted his partner/lover Bonnie up and began kissing her passionately.

“You ruthless criminal,” she sighed.

“Don’t you ever get tired of wearing her cape, Bonnie?” He wondered.

“Nope! I love the fact that we put the big dumb crime fighter out of business.”

She was right in that. Humiliated the Baldemistress had disappered in disgrace. The superhero community had shunned her as a failure.

“Since we are going to play the game” Clyder suddenly handcuffed her to the bed. “I am going to have my wicked way with you.” He starting licking her pussy.

“Yes make me cum!

“Not till I say so you crime fighting bitch!

“Ah! Now fuck me!” She demanded.

Clyder plunged in while the blend’s legs encircled him.

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

Still naked, Bonnie perused the internet for possible targets. “I think that wine and spirits store might be a good one., we are out of Bourbon anyway.”

“Yes since the grocery still can’t deliver booze, we have to pick it up or steal it.”

“Why don’t you case it, while I wait for the food delivery.”

‘Sounds like a plan” he responded as her left.

“As the Porsche sped away, the delivery truck arrived./

A tall very thin man came up to the door. “Where’s Frank?”

“Family emergency” the stranger responded.. “I’ll have to make two trips with your supplies.” as she brought the box into the kitchenette.

“Let me hold the door” she offered.

“Thanks Bonnie”

The criminal turnaround’ How did…. beyoğlu escort As the driver punched her in the jaw.

“Bet you were expecting to see me again!” an angry female voice said.

As Bonnie tried to rose she was tackled. Two obvious female legs entwined her ribs squeezing.

“Who are you? As a rag went over in her face.

“Your creation,” was the response as she lost conscious.

*********

Bonnie awoke with a splitting headache. Her arms were tied above her head to a railing and her legs were attached to a spreader bar.

Coming in eating an apple was a naked caped figure.

“Blademistress?”

“Blademistress is dead thanks to the two of you. You may address me as Mistress”

Bonnie laughed, “I know you heroines you won’t do anything to me.”

The larger woman spit the apple in her face. ‘I am not a heroine anymore” she said angrily. “Do you know what’s its like with nothing to do all day. People never understand the amount of time it takes to be a crime fighter. Training, researching. And now I have nothing to occupy time.”

“You could a job” the blond quipped.

She instantly regretted it, as the famous whip hit one of her breasts.”

“Good to see I haven’t lost my talent.” The woman’s eyes were crazed.” My job for now is revenge.” The beautiful brunette began whipping with tremendous accuracy every part of Bonnie’s body.

Bonnie felt her body was on fire but at the some time was aroused.

Her torturer saw it, dropped her whip she grabbed a vibrator. Placing on her pussy she began kissing the helpless criminal.

“You are my bitch” she whispered.

“Never”

The former Blademistress stuck her tongue down her throat. Dominating merter escort her.

“That’s the warm up” she said. Releasing her hands. Bonnie tried to attack. But the brunette only laughed tossing her to the floor.

“You never did understand We have to be nice as heroes’ But I am not one anymore.” She grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back. Removing her cape Bonnie was horrified to see her wearing a strap on. “You know what to do.”

Bonnie nodded fearfully, “Yes Mistress” as she began sucking

“That better, I should thank you I feel so free to be self indulgent.” She pulled out the dildo and rammed in Bonnie’s pussy.

“Yes1”

“You kinky bitch! You like being dominated.”

The Brunette whose real name was Karen was having the time of her life. But finally released her quarry who flopped to the floor.

“Now for information.”

“Information?”

Karen produced a crystal which she placed on Bonnie’s forehead.” It’s called a truth/obedience crystal.. I got it up from a criminal I picked up in my glory days. Fortunately I never turned it in”

She paused, “I want the codes to your bank accounts and than tells me sexually turns Clyde on?”

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

Whistling a cherry tune, Clyde return with a premium bottle of bourbon.

“Darling,” he called.

He stepped into the living room and stopped.. A nude Bonnie was tied to a chair, ball gagged with a blade at her throat.

“Don’t drop the bottle” the brunette advised.

“Blade..

“Just Mistress” she ordered. And strip for me.”

Clyder took off his clothes, “Please don’t hurt her.”

“Don’t like not being in control?” She taunted.

“But you’re a good heroine.”

“I was” she said quickly güngören escort shooting him with a tazer.

Karen untied Bonnie, “Now slut help me drag him to the bed.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“In case you were wondering, Bonnie is my helpless slave.”

The two beauties tied the helpless banding to the bed.

Karen started kissing him

“Stop”

“You are no position to make demands. She told him. “I am going to make you my sex toy as well. You have no idea what you have unleashed.” Looking at Bonnie, “give him a hand job.”

As the blond obeyed, Karen sat on his face. “Eat my pussy.”

Clyde was getting hot, “This was a fantasy, two beautiful woman dominating him.

“Enjoying it slave?”

“He is ready” Bonnie announced.

“Switch as Karen mounted him reverse Cowgirl. “Fuck me!” She started rocking back and forth as Clyde shot his load.

“Now watch” she said cruelly. “On your knees cunt.”

Karen began fucking Bonnie as the helpless Clyde watched.

“You are nothing but a fuck slut Bonnie.” Taking off the crystal. “Whose your Mistress?”

“You are Karen.”

***********

Mistress Karen had tied her prisoners back to back but had their legs spread apart for maximum humiliation and she attached chastity belts.

“Revenge is sweet”, as she enjoyed a glass of the bourbon.

“Let me give you two an update. “I have transferred all of your accounts, so you are broke. I could turn you over to the authorities.

“Please Mistress Karen” Clyde pleaded.

“Say it again.”

“Mistress Karen.”

“Now you Bonnie”

“Mistress Karen.”

“The other alternative is we become a trio under my leadership. You two continue your thieving ways but I take 50% and I get as much sex as I want and how I want.”

“Agreed, Clyde said.

Bonnie?”

“Yes Mistress

“As she untied them” I have a safeguard code which must be entered periodically or the cops will be on you two.”

“Smart” grudged admitted.

“Yes now tie up Bonnie and take off your chastity belt. I want you to satisfy me.”

The end

Part 1

Athena dreamed violence: a blade slicing through soft flesh, the hot lash of a whip, and the slap of a spanking hand. Violence was the path to power, and power set you free. This was the code Athena lived by. It brought her strength and beauty, lovers, admirers, and slaves.

A passion for power is what made her. At the young age of twenty-three, she was first among her equals. A Dominatrix of Dominatrixes. A goddess among immortals. And yet, for all her power, for all her lovers, for all her slaves, Athena’s dreams left her wet and aching. On some subconscious level, she was looking for something…she just didn’t know what.

Athena was no “classic beauty”. Her half-Asian, half-Slavic features made it impossible to determine her ethnicity, but a clever hand at make-up allowed her to exploit this in either direction. She was not overly curvaceous, but her breasts were a healthy 34B, her legs were long, and her body subtly toned with muscle. At first glance she looked too thin to be beautiful, but with full lips, dark hair, and piercing dark eyes, she had the kind of allure that made men look twice. In her signature calf-length boots, tight miniskirt, and black corset, she was a force to be reckoned with in any fetish club.

It was easy enough to find slaves to pleasure her, but Athena was very picky. She’d realised within the months she’d been on the giving and receiving end of the lash, that she was a “Dom” to the core. The people she brought under her whip were made aware that she would bring them pleasure, but she would never swap roles. Anyone she took to bed had to be as submissive as she was dominant, a slave through and through. Within a year, Athena had a group of three slaves who were grateful for the pleasure, addicted to the pain, and followed her rules unconditionally.

Athena’s fondest memory was of her two male slaves. She’d met them a month earlier at a fetish club called the Funhouse. Both were successful businessmen. Both were attracted to her for her beauty and finely honed body, but it was her brutality that brought them back every time. She’d brought them home one night, and after whipping them bloody, ordered them to fuck each other. As the first slave rolled on a condom and began to lube up the other, the one on the bottom began to beg.

“Please Mistress,” he breathed helplessly “Don’t make me do this,” he, a thirty year old Catholic who claimed to be straight as an arrow.

“Silence!” she’d told him, slapping him across the face. If he really didn’t want this, he wouldn’t have come home with her in the first place.

Sure enough… as the first slave began to ease his cock inside him, the man arched his back and began to moan, incapable of muffling the tortured sounds of ecstasy that escaped his throat. While Athena sat nearby and pleasured herself with a dildo, she watched her slave as he gradually began shoving himself backward on the other’s cock.

He may have claimed to be straight, but he couldn’t hide that he was loving it. He thrilled to the feel of a cock pounding his ass with his back still hot from the lashing. As his eyes met hers, she knew he got as much pleasure from experiencing this, as he did from knowing she loved watching it. The slave doing the screwing was too busy enjoying the tight fuck to notice her. To remedy that, she pulled her chair closer to them and raked her nails over the welts on his back. The pain caused him to come immediately, while the man beneath him spewed his seed into her sheets.

The knowledge that she’d mastered them so completely sent her over the edge. When the convulsions subsided, she rewarded them by letting the one lick the juices from her vibrator while the other caressed her breasts with his tongue.

All in all, it had been a wonderful evening.

Nevertheless, Athena’s frustration continued, and every morning she awoke with the same ache. No matter how hard she pulled on the clamps on her female slave’s nipples, no matter how often she slid a sterilised blade over the skin of her male slaves, she was always left wanting. She had everything she could ever hope for, so why did she feel so empty?

That’s when the challenge came.

Hunter had watched Athena for some time. The first time he saw her he’d pegged her as a phoney. One of those tourists who appeared in the fetish clubs to scope out the freaks, and maybe take one home for a one-night stand.

He’d changed his mind the first time he saw her whip someone. He was captivated by the controlled grace of her wrist and arm as she wielded acıbadem escort bayan the lash. Captivated by the hidden ecstasy in her beautifully dark eyes as the man in front her writhed in pain. This was a woman addicted to violence, a woman who loved to control. As pure a dominant as any he’d ever seen. She was perfect.

Hunter was different from most other Doms. He was known well enough on the fetish scene, but not for the number of lovers he had, or for the brutality with which he treated them. Unlike Athena, Hunter didn’t look for the willing. He didn’t look for the hard-core “submissives”. To Hunter, dominating that which willingly submitted was boring. He sought to control that which couldn’t be controlled. To dominate that which couldn’t, wouldn’t, be dominated. To Hunter, the sweetest pleasures came from taming the untamed. This is why he chose Athena. In her he recognized a kindred spirit, but he knew he could never truly have her unless she gave in to him, just once.

It was a typical night at the fetish club. Athena sat on a couch drinking her usual Amaretto Sour while her two male slaves and one female slave, a beautiful, shapely blonde, sat meekly at her feet. She stroked the blonde’s head, marvelling at the softness of her hair, when a man approached her seat.

“Buy you a refill?” he asked politely.

Athena took a sip of her drink and perused him out of the corner of her eye.

The man was tall, over six-foot four and built for destruction. Two hundred-fifty pounds clad in well fitting jeans, a tight black T-shirt and leather boots. His face was completely at odds with the rest of his body. While his body suggested brutality, his face spoke of gentleness. Large blue-grey eyes with thick brown lashes, rosy cheeks, and a full-lipped mouth made for kissing. His hair, cropped short, was dirty blond, tipped with gold. It was the look of determination, so at odds with the gentleness of his face, that drew her in. All in all he looked…appetizing. But Athena’s pride commanded that her attention be won with something better than the stereotypical pick-up line.

“If you want me, feel free to kneel at my feet with the others,” she said, “If you’re lucky…I might spare you a glance,”

“I think not,” he said firmly.

The flat out refusal caused Athena to look him in the eye.

“What is it that you want?” she asked, each word said with lethal precision.

At this, Hunter smiled, his eyes sliding up over her black leather boots, up her deliciously long legs clad in thigh high fishnets, over her miniskirt, corset, and breasts, to her beautiful lips, and then finally to her eyes. He was delighted by the look she gave him; she made no attempt to hide that she was incensed by his audacity.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked slowly, “I want you to submit to me.”

That caused everyone within earshot to burst out laughing. The man’s humiliation eased Athena’s embarrassment at having gotten wet under his insolent scrutiny.

“It’s good to want things” Athena said kindly, toasting him with the remains of her drink, “The trick is accepting that sometimes we can’t always get what we want.”

“What makes you think I can’t get what I want?” he asked, his voice deepening.

“You can’t talk to my Mistress like that!” a male slave said, jumping to his feet.

“Just who do you think you are?” the other demanded.

Athena controlled the third by tightening her grip on the blonde’s hair. She should have held back the other two slaves, but she somehow got perverse pleasure witnessing aggression between males.

“I think your Mistress is a coward,” the man said, his eyes locking with hers.

In an instant, Athena was on her feet. With two brutal blows of her fists, her two slaves were on their knees before her, staring meekly at the ground.

“I think she’s afraid to give up control,” he continued, “To let someone give her pleasure…” before she could stop him, he’d slid the tip of his finger over her breast, “…or bring her pain,”

Athena’s whip lashed out at him of its own accord. Hunter caught it instantly. They stood there, staring into each others eyes, neither willing to release their hold on the whip. Everyone in the room had gone quiet, but the two of them might as well have been alone.

After a moment, Hunter smiled and released the lash. He’d let her have this one… for now.

“Why are you here?” she asked him, taking a step back.

“To challenge you,” he said. bağdat caddesi escort bayan “Pick any competition, any at all. If I lose, I’ll kneel down, lick your boots, and do whatever else you make your little lapdogs do. If I win,” he said, his voice thickening, “…you submit to me, body and soul, for an entire night,”

Now “the fat” was truly in the fire. If Athena refused, she’d do no more than prove herself the coward he’d claimed her to be. If she accepted his challenge; however, she ran the risk of losing and submitting herself to something she never wanted to endure. On the other hand, if she beat him, she could have him on his knees; a slave to her desires, whom she could punish for his display tonight. To do that, she had to choose a competition she knew with absolute certainty a man with his heavy build could never win.

“Pick your game” he told her.

Athena’s lips curved.

“A foot race” she said.

She’d been on the University track team and had been training regularly ever since. With her light build and long legs, she’d left many in her dust, and her combat training had given her the kind of endurance most men prayed for.

“Fine” Hunter replied, without missing a beat.

As activity resumed in the club, they made their arrangements. Athena and Hunter were to meet at a park at noon the next day, and race a half a mile, uphill. The first one to the top was the winner. He gave her his address; should he win she was to show up at his apartment the following evening. She gave him hers; if he lost he was to come to her.

“Be sure to bring your knee pads”, she told him with a smile. If she had things her way, he’d be spending a lot of time grovelling at her feet.

Athena sent her slaves home that night. Though she’d gone out to get laid, for some reason, the desire to play had left her. The thought of punishing this man had flamed her desire to spending the rest of the evening alone with a vibrator.

As it massaged her g-spot, she imagined his cock inside her while she delivered stinging welts to his torso with a riding crop. As her fingers worked her clit, she dreamt it was Hunter’s tongue giving her those jolts of pleasure. As she gasped and clawed the sheets, she imagined her nails scraping down the flesh of his back while his pleas fell on deaf ears. The fantasy of having him under her control was more potent than any pleasure she’d ever had before. As she drifted to sleep, hazy from the aftermath of all those orgasms, she thought that maybe, after all this time, Hunter was the slave she’d been looking for.

Part 2

It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and a soft breeze blew through the budding trees and filled the air with a sweet scent. It was the perfect day for a run. It was the perfect day, Athena thought with a smile, for a victory.

She arrived at the mountain at 12 sharp. Hunter was already there with a few posers from the fetish club. He was just as handsome in the daylight, dressed in a well fitting T-shirt and track pants, a large fanny pack bisecting his waist.

“You really shouldn’t carry that thing while you’re racing,” she told him “It’ll weigh you down”.

“I think I’ll manage,” he replied with a smile, watching her pants stretch tight across her ass as she bent down to stretch.

She looked so different in the light of day, he thought. She’d left the make up and the tight black clothes at home today. She wore a tight T-shirt and Karate pants, her long hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail. The absence of make-up made her face look almost childlike, and infinitely less severe. It was like seeing Catwoman changed to Selina Kyle. With that cool, almost sweet exterior, one would never guess a tigress lurked beneath. It was the determination, barely masked by the cockiness in her voice that told him she was the same woman as the night before.

As they took their places at the designated starting point, her slaves arrived, one by one, to show their support. Their feet braced; their bodies prone, Athena was able to send him one arrogant grin before a scarf dropped and they took off.

Within a moment Athena was twenty feet ahead of him. With the air in her lungs, and the blood flowing through her veins, she knew that with Hunter’s heavy build, he didn’t stand a chance…

He didn’t…unless he knew something she didn’t. Among other things, Hunter was very observant. In order to dominate that which kozyatağı escort bayan couldn’t be dominated, you had to discover a weakness. He’d discovered hers by accident after weeks of asking around the fetish club, and making a few discreet inquiries. It was the most ridiculous, stereotypical thing anyone would ever think of. It was so simple, so insanely obvious no one would expect it from someone of Athena’s complexity.

Athena… was a slave to chocolate.

He’d discovered this entirely by chance during his lunch hour two weeks ago. He’d been walking through Montreal’s network of underground shopping centres when he saw her in Mr. Felix and Mr. Norton’s gourmet cookie store, buying a box of double chocolate-chip cookies. Having spotted her, he followed for a little while, only to see that her next stop was at Laura Secords, and then for Godiva chocolates. It could have been an amazing coincidence, save that the following weekend he was at the Cabace D’or, a rural Belgian chocolate factory, looking for something to bring his old friends who lived nearby, when he spotted her buying a bunch of chocolate truffles. He stayed just long enough to watch her taste one of her purchases and witness the blind ecstasy on her face. Without a doubt, this was Athena’s weakness.

True to his realization, Athena was such a slave to chocolate that all he had to do to slow her down was toss a small package of two bite brownies in her path. Sure enough, she dove for the bait, and the delay allowed him to catch up with her. They continued the run, grunting, sweating, and almost neck in neck. As she shot past him he threw a package of chocolate truffles in her way. With a grunt of frustration, she bent to retrieve it, and the move allowed him to gain ground. As the finish line drew closer and closer, Athena prepared to pass him and claim victory…when he tossed a bag of expensive chocolate covered almonds in her way. With a shout, she grabbed for them… and as she got to her feet and sprang forward, Hunter passed the finish line.

Part 3

Athena stood before him, while her slaves rushed to her side and rubbed her shoulders, swearing their eternal loyalty. Athena knew in her heart that she would never see them again, not after a failure like this.

“You’ve won. I’m an honourable woman, I’ll give you what you want,” she said, putting the chocolate down. She meant every word. She was a slave to him now…because in one fell swoop, she’d lost her slaves, her status…everything.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Hunter said suddenly, “We both know you would have won if I hadn’t cheated. Let’s just shake hands and call it quits, okay?”

Athena stared down at his hand as if she didn’t know what it was. They’d never set any rules for the race, and under the circumstances, he’d won fair and square. What the fuck was he doing?

He wanted her to submit to him, but at the same time, Hunter didn’t want her to come to him because she was punishing herself for her failure. To do that, he had to let her save face in front of her people. When she took his hand, he pulled her into his arms in what looked like a friendly hug.

“We both know I won that race fair and square” he whispered, “I’ve decided to allow you to save face in front of your slaves. Take them home, whip the fuck out of them for all I care, but so help me you had better honour our agreement. You have my address, be there at six pm sharp tomorrow night. If you don’t come to me, you’re nothing but the coward I said you were,”

With those words, he released her. Before she could step away, he tipped her chin up and kissed her. When she gasped in shock, he slid his tongue between her lips, loving the feel of her slender body softening against his own. Within moments, her nails dug into his back and she pressed herself against him. When he finally, reluctantly put her down, she glared at him, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. Sending her a self-satisfied grin, he turned and headed home. He had planning to do.

That night, Athena brought her slaves home. As her tongue kept her blond slave on the brink of orgasm, she ruthlessly pulled on the weeping woman’s nipple clamps. She fucked one of her male slaves with a dildo, while he fucked the other one, who was tied face down on her bed. She whipped them all brutally, ignoring their half-hearted pleas for mercy.

Though she tormented her slaves, she knew in her mind she was punishing herself. For all the pleasure they brought her, she would not let herself orgasm, for she knew that her slaves wouldn’t be shackled in her apartment had it not been for Hunter’s speech. Until she did her penance, she didn’t deserve the ultimate pleasure. Until she regained her honour, she would not come.

When she sent them home the next morning, she was frustrated, exhausted, and achier than she’d ever been. Athena needed sleep, for on some level she knew that that evening’s events would change her life forever.

“You need coolin’,
baby, I’m not foolin’,
I’m gonna send you back to schoolin’. . .”
Led Zeppelin, “Whole Lotta Love”

Mary straddled Jacque’s head, and glued her own pussy’s ample lips to the young woman’s mouth. “Run your tongue inside. Deep,” she ordered the sweating 18-year-old.

She pulled Jacque’s legs back and spread them so the girl would be wide open to Jim’s assault on the sweet pussy snuggled between their niece’s thighs. Jim grasped his cock, slick from visits to Jacque’s mouth, rubbed the head along the slit to part the deep blond pubic hair. He teased her pearl with it, and then wedged its tip into the slowly yielding opening.

Jacque’s saliva mixed with juices seeping from her channel, and he worked his cock in with little back-and-forth thrusts, a meaty burglar breaking into her tight pussy. She was tight as hell, but her young cunt burned with a desire stoked by heat on her very red and sore fanny.

“Well, Jacque dear,” he said, almost conversationally. “We warned you and warned you to straighten out, move out, or take the consequences. We’ll go into details later, but let me sum up the consequences: You misbehaved; you’re being punished. You’ve been a defiant brat; we’ll teach obedience. You refused to get a job; you’ll work for us.

“And since you decided not to go to college, we’re going to school you right here at home. Science and math, literature and social studies–and some hands-on tutoring to satisfy your new obsession with sex,” Jim said and pressed the last point home against her painfully unyielding hymen.

They had taken Jacque in after Jim’s brother died and his sister-in-law drank herself into oblivion, giving her a solid home in upper-middle-class suburbs. The first dozen years had been wonderful, unmarred even by typical teen outbursts.

Then she turned 18, and it all went to hell in a hurry.

Within weeks after high school graduation, Jacque the good girl mysteriously morphed into a raging, foul-mouthed bitch, her bouts of sulking interrupted only by screaming, door-slamming furies. Inexplicably, outrageously rebellious, she left history trails of porn on her computer, the stench of spilled beer on her carpet and snuffed-out doobies in her car’s ashtray.

They tried grounding her; she slammed out the door. They set curfews; she broke them. They yanked her phone; she got a mobile. They took her computer; she used a friend’s. They took her car; she peeled out in Jim’s. At each encounter, she simply grew more sullen or screamed louder. Each time, each one warned her that they believed in progressive discipline, and that they would really up the ante if she didn’t shape up or ship out.

She simply blew them off. She swore she wouldn’t go to college, shrugging off full-ride scholarships. And she sure as hell wouldn’t schlep burgers to rent some dump. ‘Fuck that,’ she thought. ‘I’ve been Miss Goody Two Shoes too long, and I’ve got some fun coming.’

That’s basically what she told the psychiatrist they made her see. “Don’t look for any deep psychological trauma or big-fucking-deal disorder. I’m fed up with being the good little girl and doing nothing but homework. It’s my turn to party. I’ll drink. I’ll blow dope. I’ll go to raves and rub my ass all over guys. And if I want to screw some dude, I’ll screw him,” she blurted to end her single short visit with the shrink.

“So deal with it,” she snapped at Jim and Mary, convinced they were bluffing.

Just rarely, she felt a little twinge that something might go amiss. For instance, a friend’s dad hinted there was more to Jim and Mary than she knew about. “They have another side to them, that’s all,” he said, clamming up when pressed for details. She never saw them throw a cocktail party. Yet some mornings she could sense that something was different, that they seemed tired and hung over, but quietly content.

Then there was the mysteriously off-limits addition on the north side of the house, its single, steel door guarded by a touchpad combination lock. But, she reasoned, it wasn’t really sinister, just unusual.

“Uncle Jim’s a science nerd,” she explained to friends. “He has a lab with dangerous chemicals, and some of his government contracts are top secret. Anyway, that’s what Aunt Mary told me.”

And what about Aunt Mary? She was to all appearances a lit professor who wore sensible suits and went to book clubs where people actually read books. She always seemed so calm and sweet, but a few times Jacque had seen her totally blister people with acidic tongue-lashings—usually someone who had done something really stupid.

In spite of the signals, Jacque always circled back to the same conclusion: ‘They’re softies, and I’ll damn well do as I please.

‘Besides,’ she asked herself, ‘what can they do about it? Spank me?’ She giggled at that absurd notion.

So she ignored their latest warning, and tonight she’d slipped through her bedroom window to see a 32-year-old man she met online. As she clambered back into the darkened room, her nipples still tingled from Rod’s touch; kurtköy escort bayan her pussy ached with pleasure where he had fingered her. She had used her hands on his cock and balls, excitedly sucked him off. They hadn’t quite fucked yet, but he had promised to bring rubbers next time and teach her how to ride his cock. It looked huge, but she promised herself she would squeeze it in.

Jacque shut the window behind her, gloating over her escape, on being ‘way too cool for them.

They flicked on the lights, froze her in place. Her clothes were wrinkled, hair mussed, lipstick smeared, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

“So, did you fuck him?” Mary demanded.

Jacque had never seen such a look on Mary’s face or even heard her say “fuck,” but recovered enough to be a smart ass.

“None of your fucking business,” she yelled.

“Wrong answer,” Jim grunted.

He folded Jacque at the waist and pinned her facedown on the bed, feet on the floor, ass presented. Mary lifted the girl’s short, tight skirt, startled to expose only naked cheeks, with Jacque’s bare pussy peeking out below.

“Where are your panties?”

“None of your fucking business,” Jacque yelled into the bedspread, although much less sure of herself than she had been just seconds ago.

Ka-wham! Mary swung a hard, open-palmed right across both the girl’s bared cheeks, and followed up with a dozen more. Jacque squalled, wriggling fruitlessly against her uncle’s iron grip.

She was sniffling when Mary stopped. She was also feeling something besides pain, something that surprised her. She felt warmth and moisture inside her pussy, like when Rod finger-fucked her.

“Start over. Where are your panties?”

“Rod. Rod kept them. He said he liked them ’cause they smell like, uh, like me.” She was mad as hell but felt like she’d better cooperate for now.

“You mean, ‘Because they smell like pussy,'” Mary corrected her. A shocked Jacque mumbled assent.

“And my original question: Did you fuck him?”

“No, no, no. No, we didn’t fuck. Not really,” Jacque protested.

“And what, ‘really,’ did you do, then?” The question came from Jim.

Jacque suffered four more hard swats before she would answer.

“My boobs. He petted them a little, that’s all,” she lied.

Smack! “Now the rest. What else did he do with your titties?” That was Mary. Smack! Smack!

Ker-schmaaack!

That last one, from Jim’s big hand, ripped a yelp from Jacque. He was much stronger than Mary and it hurt like hell. . He issued instructions: “We want details–and skip the euphemisms. The words you’re looking for are ‘fuck,’ ‘pussy,’ ‘cunt,’ ‘cock,’ ‘tit.’ Get it?”

She answered quickly. “He kissed my boobies–tits, I mean,” she corrected when he raised his hand.

“And he sucked my nipples. He teased me ’cause they got real hard, and then he pinched them and squeezed my boobs–tits–hard enough to hurt, but it felt good, too. Then he kissed and sucked them some more. That’s it. Really! Please don’t spank me any more.” She was finally pleading.

Ker-schmaaack! But just twice; pleading helped.

“Okay, so what did you do? You didn’t lose your thong having a Coke at the drive-in. What did he do between your legs?” Mary again. She swung a palm low across the cheeks to sting the pouting organ there.

“His hand. ‘Petting the bunny’ he called it. And his finger. He rubbed me down there with his finger,” Jacque blubbered.

“In my pussy, in my pussy,” she squalled when Jim’s hard palm reminded her about euphemisms. She was leaving out big-picture items like the blowjob.

“So he finger-fucked you. How?” Jim’s hand was poised but Jacque answered fast. With details.

“He rubbed it. He dipped into my hole to get his finger slick, then he rubbed my clit. Up and down, in circles, back and forth. Sometimes he’d pull the full length of his finger up along it, real light. I’m sorry, but it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop,” she admitted.

“You came? Had orgasms?” asked Jim, hand still poised.

“Yes,” she hurried to prevent the sting.

“I came when he rubbed my clit. Three or four times. It was crazy. I’d played a little with other guys before, but never like that. It just felt so good. So good. I’m sorry. I’ve been bad, but I’ll be good now. Promise,” she sobbed.

“Oh, you’re going to be very good, for sure. Now, have you told us everything?” Mary asked.

“Yes, yes. That’s it. He played with my tits and pussy. He played with my clit. He made me come. That’s all. We didn’t fuck. Really, we didn’t,” she said, hoping to shift the questions away from hand jobs and blowjobs.

“What did you do for him?” Jim again. Embers from earlier spankings still warmed her cheeks; she didn’t risk another smack.

“Okay, okay! I sucked him off. I played with his dick and his balls and he got really stiff. It was pointing straight up, with some wet stuff on the end. I stroked it like he told me, and coddled his balls, and was jacking beykoz escort bayan him off like we’d done before. Then, then, then…” Her voice trailed off.

Ker-shmaaack! Then twice more for encouragement.

“Then what?”

She blurted it all out, and once started couldn’t stop.

“He put his hand behind my neck and bent me down, ’til my mouth was at the tip. He said, ‘First, lick it all around the head then suck it.’ I kind of hesitated, but he pushed my head down further and told me again. So I licked him, his cock, I mean. And I liked it. I licked it some more, all around, and he sort of groaned and petted my head,” she continued her confession.

“He said I was doing really good, and to take it into my mouth. It stretched my jaws, but it tasted good and felt good and all of a sudden I really wanted to do it. I knew when I did it right because he’d twitch and moan. He said I was getting real good real fast, that I’m a natural-born cock-sucker.

“I sucked it in really deep, and moved my head up and down and used my tongue. He’d say ‘faster,’ and I’d suck faster. And he’d tell me to slow down and suck it in deep. I did that, too. I did everything he wanted.

“I felt him get extra, extra hard, and he said ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop. Keep it in and suck it hard, ’cause I’m going to come in your mouth.’ I wanted to do it. I wanted to feel his stuff in my throat. I could tell he was coming so I sucked hard. I sucked it all out of him and kept sucking even after he got off. He almost screamed,” she said proudly.

She’d gotten so wrapped up in her story that she backslid into her old insolent self. “I liked sucking him off. And I’ll fuck him, too, next time I see him,” she added defiantly.

That drew a particularly fiery spanking from Mary, who updated Jacque on recent developments when the girl quit squirming.

“We hired some rather large, uh, gentlemen who as we speak are convincing Rod that seeing you is bad for his health. So you’re not going to fuck Rod, or ever give him another blowjob. But you’re damned well going to suck off your Uncle Jim and lick my crack until I come in your face, and we’re both going to fuck your brains out,” she coldly informed a disbelieving Jacque.

“Your ass belongs to us, kid. We’re going to commit our full summer to your education, and add a fall semester if necessary. You’re going to work for room and board. You’re going through our very own obedience school–and we’re going to more than satisfy your curiosity about sex.

“You’ve fucked with us. Now we’re going to fuck with you.” Mary was angry, but her voice was calm. By this time, Jacque believed every word.

“Stand her up,” Mary told Jim. She yanked Jacque’s skirt off, jerked the wrinkled and sweaty blouse away, ripped the bra free. Jacque’s swollen breasts popped loose, her nipples puckered out. She could see her ass glowing red in her closet mirror. Somehow it was kind of exciting.

Jim slipped a hand between his niece’s naked legs. “Wet. I would have bet on it.” He prodded her anus, then tickled her clit.

“What are you doing?” Jacque gasped. “You can’t do that!”

“Can and will. We’re going to do lots of things we’ve never done before, and make you like them. Although ‘make’ may not be necessary. You’re already dripping like a bitch in heat,” Mary observed.

Mary undressed, carefully folding her sensible suit and cotton blouse. Her jet-black hair grazed large, swaying breasts and big brown nipples. Below them a barely rounded belly and a womanly ass topped shapely legs. Jacque appreciated for the first time that her aunt, even in her early 40s, was a strikingly handsome woman. She couldn’t pull her eyes from Mary’s thick, black bush, a jungle Jacque had an unbidden urge to explore.

Mary took over, hands roaming Jacque’s willowy body. She rubbed her soft breasts against Jacque’s smaller, firmer mounds. She brushed her pubic hair against Jacque’s thigh, Jacque’s blond tangle against her own. She smoothed a hand along the girls’ sore behind, bringing some relief.

Then Mary forced her tongue deep inside Jacque’s mouth. “Umm, you still taste a bit like guy come,” Mary said, and probed again. “Jim’s going to give you another load to swallow, and you’re going to be sucking juice out my snatch, too, my dear little slut.”

Unwillingly entranced, Jacque watched Uncle Jim shed his clothing. She knew he went to a gym and ran a lot; she hadn’t realized he was really buff. When he dropped his shorts, a very long, thick and extremely hard cock waved in front of six-pack abs. She’d thought Rod’s thing was big. She gulped at the thought of how this dick would stretch her pussy and plow deeper than anything she’d ever thought of.

“Kneel,” Mary said, and forced her face-level to that twitching cock. “Now do him. Like you did Rod.” Jacque marveled at its weight and bulk, how the veins popped out, how it bent slightly to one side, even taking in details like flecks of white in Jim’s black pubic hair. To her surprise, her own üsküdar escort bayan sex ached with longing as she admired the purplish head and thick crown.

Mary pressed Jacque’s head toward it.

“Lick him. Right here,” she pointed to the frenulum. “Like this,” and she fluttered a tongue in Jacque’s ear. Jacque fluttered her tongue, too. Somehow, she understood that although she wasn’t in charge, the whole scene was about her, their desire for her, their love for her. It was oddly comforting, oddly confusing.

Jim moaned. Like Rod had. ‘I am a natural,’ Jacque thought. ‘I actually am good at this.’ And she was. Mary coached, whispering instructions. Jacque sucked one ball, then the other; she nibbled along the length of the cock, like an ear of corn. She sucked the head, grasped the base and took it in to the back of her throat. Her tongue flickered around the crown, at the tiny opening, and wrapped in smooth curves around the head.

Mary’s nipples lit tiny fires on Jacque’s back, her hands stroked the girl’s breasts, wandered down to pet that little bunny. Jacque got hotter, sucked harder. She felt Jim’s big cock swell even more.

“Take his come. All of it. Suck it out of him,” Mary egged her on, her hand palming Jacque’s puss. Jim’s shuddered and groaned and spewed. Jacque sucked it out. Like with Rod. She kept sucking hard after he shot it off, prolonging and intensifying his huge orgasm. She was sure Jim almost screamed.

Semen trickled from her mouth as his dick slid off her tongue.

“Very good,” he said huskily. “We’ll do that again soon, right before I crack your sweet cunt wide open. But right now, that red on your ass has faded. You need a second treatment.”

Mary whipped the bedspread and blankets back, revealing jet-black satin sheets. Jacque had never seen them before, but instinctively knew they’d chosen them because her creamy skin and long yellow hair would contrast so nicely against the sheets’ sleek darkness. Something else she’d never seen before: wrist and ankle cuffs, with long, red, leather straps that looked very strong. A black leather strap lay coiled ominously on the pillow. Jim and Mary had obviously gone to work as soon as she slipped out for her nocturnal tryst.

“On the bed,” Jim told her. “Face down.” Jim straddled Jacque’s legs, pinning them. Mary straddled her back. “Now?” Mary grinned.

“Now,” he smiled back.

Hands blazed new trails across the hills of Jacque’s tight teen ass, Mary and Jim alternating blows. This spanking lasted longer and they both slapped harder than any time before, painting her backside a deep, deep red from her lower thighs to her lower back, working down the sides as well.

Jacque shuddered and jerked and blubbered and pleaded and screamed and begged—and rubbed her pussy and tits as hard as she could against the satin.

Satisfied, they took a breather. Mary again soothed the girl’s ravaged bottom, petting it, comforting it with the softness of her yielding breasts. She straddled the crying girl and brushed her cunt gently against the blazing hot cheeks. Jacque’s wailing drifted off into sobs, then sniffles.

That was enough for Jim. “Let’s flip her. There’s some stuff I know you want to do, and I’m damned ready to pop that cherry.”

Mary stretched Jacque’s arms up straight alongside the teen’s head and cuffed them to the headboard. Jim cuffed her ankles and ran the straps to ceiling hooks.

‘Where in hell did those come from?’ a bewildered Jacque briefly wondered, as Jim tugged her legs widely apart and at maybe 45 degrees off the bed. Her exposed cunt dripped its lubricants, its tender flesh was swollen, flushed with hot blood.

“Do your thing,” Jim nodded to his wife. He settled between Jacque’s legs for a ringside view.

Mary uncoiled the leather strap in front of Jacque’s frightened eyes, kneeled astride the girl’s face and trailed the tip along the very vulnerable pussy.

Jacque flinched. “Please, Aunt Mary. Please don’t use that. Your hands were plenty. I’m punished enough. I’ll do everything you want. Never cuss at you again, or do anything without permission. I’ll get a job this summer. I’ll go to school. I’ll never even talk to a guy without asking. Really, please. I’ll be good. I promise, promise, promise.”

Swaack! “Too late for that,” Mary snapped.

The strap wrapped around Jacque’s bared inner thigh, just missing her cunt. She yowled and jerked against the straps. Swaack! Mary backhanded the strap along the other inner thigh. She worked her way slowly, methodically, toward the knees, laying welts a couple of inches apart.

Jacque’s gaze fixed on her aunt’s sex, hovering above her face. Its lips parted as Mary swung the strap from side to side; they were bright red, fading to a warm pink and a deep, glistening mystery within. Again, Jacque felt an unbidden urge to touch that shimmering flesh, to taste that sweet moisture as she lost herself in the reverie of punishment.

Mary paused when she reached Jacque’s upper thighs.

“I learned about tender inner thighs from ‘The Story of O’,” she told Jacque, who only vaguely heard her. “Our book club didn’t exactly linger on Shakespeare, you see. There were others, like the ‘Gor’ series and some Victorian-era novels about bondage and punishment and forced orgasms. Very inspirational,” Mary said, brushing her sex lightly across the girl’s lips, then retreating before Jacque could react.

As November passed and the new year beckoned, I continued to think or Eileen. She would be returned to me in late June. Every day I crossed another box off the calendar. I made many plans for her return. Since she had promised to be my slave for a year after her return to me, I dipped into our windfall and bought a leather choker studded with diamonds and rubies. This would be her collar. It was far more subtle than the large brass alloy one about her neck now. Most nights I thought about Eileen and jerked off to one of her pictures every night before I closed my eyes and went to sleep. The affair caught me completely by surprise.

I had been at the local library researching something or other when this young mother caught my gaze. I would have left it at that but she took the initiative and began chatting me up. My wedding ring was obvious but she seemed not to care. Her name was Claire and she had just moved to town after a nasty divorce. She said that I had an honest face and she was sure that my soul would match. She wanted someone local to tell her the best places to shop and which restaurants to avoid.

“Why don’t you ask a local woman? I replied noncommittally.”

“Women are catty. I’m not looking for a shopping buddy or someone to exchange recipes with, at least not right now. I have an itch that needs to be scratched.”

My eyes drank her in, She had short blonde hair, sweet green eyes, crimson lips and a lovely face. I noticed that her body was rather nice. That it was every bit as nice under the jeans and sweater I was to learn a short time later. She corralled her kid, a nice enough seeming little girl, the spitting bostancı escort bayan image of her mother; we exchanged numbers and she vanished. I had for gotten what I had come to the library for.

The next night Claire and I met at an out of the way bar for drinks. We traded biographies and then Claire asked for a dance. I held her close, inhaling her perfume, with a start I realized that it was the same fragrance that my wife always wore! After a thoroughly enchanting evening Claire looked at me, her face oozing sincerity.

“George, this is not going anywhere, oh I want you to take me home and fuck my silly, but I just want to get my feet back on the ground. My ex-husband said some very nasty things to me about my personality, my body and my desirability. I KNOW that nothing he said is true but I need a another man to demonstrate just how big a liar he is. A married man whose wife is conveniently out of town is just the thing. I’m not interested in breaking up your marriage. I’m not after another husband. I just need about three weeks to feel desired and enticing again. If you expect or desire anything else George, just pay for my drinks and politely leave.”

I really did not mind, later that night, when I was dining on her lovely golden thatched box that she kept screaming the name of another man. I felt more than a little guilty the next morning when I woke up alone in my bed. Her perfume, my wife’s perfume clung to the sheets filling my mind with all sorts of conflicting sensations and images. In the end I justified it by pointing out to myself that Eileen was getting tuzla escort bayan plenty of sex and, after all, I was a normal, red blooded male.

The affair between Claire and myself lasted just over a month, ending two weeks past the arrival of the new year. For Christmas, she gave me a coupon good for ten blow jobs and three sessions of anal and I gave her a very expensive watch. In a weak moment I ALMOST told her where Eileen really was but I maintained the fiction. I was also very careful, to make sure that Claire never found out about the millions I had in the bank. I knew instinctively as long as I was working schlep George, that Claire would tire of me. If I were a millionaire however, I would probably never be rid of her.

Make no mistake, it was absolutely wonderful having a beautiful woman to make love to regularly but Claire could simply not compare to Eileen. Claire has a nice body, Eileen’s is finer. Blonde Claire could never entirely seep into my brunette soul like Eileen did and always will. As enchanting as Claire could be at times, I knew that she would never win my heart.

Claire looked at me as though I were short term therapy. I looked at her as someone to help me over my loneliness. Our paths sometime cross. We might spy each other at the Food Lion or the K-Mart but no conversation ever springs up between us. Clare flashes me a wink and a wave and I return a nod and a smile and that is the extent to which our universes intersect. I note with delight however that Claire still wears the watch I gave her and I recall that the blow jobs and the anal göztepe escort bayan were rather nice.

The second extensive note from Eileen arrived on the Ides of March. No doubt The Company chose that date on purpose. I took it as a subtle joke, I’m sure, other husbands, more insecure guys, took it differently. As with the Thanksgiving missive there was a picture attached. I opened the picture before I plunged into the note. Eileen was spilling out of some rather skimpy, but obviously very expensive black lingerie. She appeared to be in her greatest physical shape ever. Her body was even better than when she left. My little man was erect immediately. I drank in every detail of the picture, I noted that in addition to her glittering collar, there was a very expensive looking, bejeweled ankle bracelet on her left leg. I wondered if it was a gift from her “Master” or a bauble as dispensable as the clothes. I knew it had to cost more than Claire’s watch!

I opened the e-mail, I read, “Dearest Husband, I am well and am exercising a great deal. The weather here in (Censored) is marvelous nearly all the time. My Master (Censored) is kind to me and his demands are nothing that I can not handle. I believe that instead of e-mailing you, my next message will be delivered in person. I really do think about you all the time. My Master says that you are a very lucky man. I can’t wait until I am in your arms again! Be a good boy … but not too good!

Love, (Censored)

I read and reread the letter. I printed out both the note and the picture. Feeling horny as hell, I stripped, got out Eileen’s favorite perfume and one of her sexy nighties. I doused the nightie in the perfume and jerked off into the garment repeatedly. I envisioned picking her up. She would be returned to me in the same condition I left her, stark naked. I decided that I would buy Eileen a really cute outfit to come home in. More than that I would dress her myself when the time came. “What color dress,” I asked myself,” is best for a homecoming?”

She waited. She could hear Him breathing. Her body, her mind, her soul ached for His touch. Gooseflesh rose on her bare skin and she shivered as He walked past her creating a cool breeze. She wished she could move the blindfold, just for a moment, to see Him. She wanted Him to see the longing in her eyes, to know how badly she needed His touch, His control.

She could hear Him rustling through His duffel bag. The thought of His toys made her heart race. She was familiar with the tools of His affection. Her hands trembled on her thighs as she waited before Him on her knees; a soft whimper escaping her lips as she thought of what He would do to her. Oh how she longed for the exquisite kiss of His hand, the sharp sting of His strap.

He gently ran His fingers over her lips, along her jaw. She gasped as He suddenly snatched a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. “Such an eager slut”, He growled into her ear. Oh how she wanted to move her fingers across her wet slit as she felt His hot breath against her neck. He nudged her knees with His boot, she spread her thighs achingly wide, a deep blush colouring her cheeks as she exposed her need.

His footsteps moved around her, she shivered as something smooth passed over her collarbones and over her left shoulder. Yelping she clutched at the floor as He grabbed her head and shoved her face to the floor in front of her. A quick snap of the strap over her hot pussy lips urged her to raise her ass high. Subsequent kisses from the strap on the inside of each thigh forced her to spread her knees. She kadıköy escort bayan trembled with anticipation, her arms stretched out in front of her, the cool tile beneath her cheek a stark contrast to the heat spreading between her legs.

Two quick strikes with the strap; one on each ass cheek. Then two more; this time one on the back of each thigh. Biting back on the moan that threatened to escape her lips she swayed her back, raising her ass higher. He started paddling her ass with the strap in a steady rhythm, left right, left right; the heat growing almost unbearable. She whimpered as he strapped her pussy lips. She couldn’t help but moan as He slid the edge of the strap between the wet lips, teasing her swollen clit. Oh how she wanted to rock her hips back, stroking the strap against the sensitive bud. She was breathing hard, wetness trickling down the inside of her thighs.

He used His fist in her hair to guide her back to a kneeling position. She licked the strap as it was pressed to her lips, her tongue collecting her juices from the salty leather. Her heart quickened and her clit throbbed as the smooth head of His cock replaced the strap against her lips. Using the tip of her tongue she circled the head then placed her closed lips on the side of His shaft, sliding them up one side of His hard rod and back down again sucking gently.

He took her by the hands and placed them on His cock. She moved her fervent mouth over the head of His member suckling the soft skin, teasing kartal escort bayan the small opening with the tip of her tongue. She used her hands to softly squeeze and pull His balls. Tenderly pulling them down as she lowered her mouth over His thick cock. Her lips tight against the shaft, her tongue swirling over the head as she moved back to the tip of His cock. Her hips rocking back and forth as she hungrily stroked His cock up and down with her warm, wet mouth.

He roughly ripped the blindfold from her eyes as He clutched the back of her head, fucking her mouth. He slammed His cock deep into her throat; her eyes watering as she struggled for breath. She looked up at Him, her pussy dripping onto the floor as she stared into His intense gaze. He drove His cock into her mouth over and over; tears ran down her face as she snatched a breath whenever possible. She put her hands on His hips trying to ease the force of His strokes. The feeling of His cock swelling in her mouth made her reach down to rub her distended clit; her hips bucking her cunt against her hand.

“NO!” He barked pulling His cock from her mouth and seizing her by the hair. He yanked her to her feet and dragged her towards the bed. He shoved her back onto the duvet quickly climbing onto her and straddling her face. Looking down at her He pinned her arms beneath His knees as he began to thrust His cock into her throat once again. Her legs spread wide, her pussy engorged as she moved her hips with each stroke of His cock into maltepe escort bayan her tight throat.

“OVER” He instructed as He flipped her onto her stomach. “ASS UP!” He smacked her ass as He gave His command. Striking the inside of her thighs with His knees he forced her legs open wide, exposing her soaked pussy. Using His hands He spread her ass cheeks wide and then drove His cock hard into her tense ass; the soft flesh yielding to His massive cock. She cried out as His anal assault began but was soon rocking her hips back and forth with the momentum of His thrusts; whimpering and moaning she begged Him to let her cum.

“NO!” He yelled as He pounded her ass faster and harder. Yanking her head back with her hair He bent over and bit down hard on the thick muscle in the side of her neck. She clutched at the blankets, seeing stars as her need to cum intensified. He rode her hard, twisting her nipples between His fingers.

“ON YOUR BACK!” He demanded as He pulled His cock from her ravaged ass. She rolled over onto her back as He took His cock into His hand. Just a few quick strokes and He shot his hot, sticky load all over her face. She held out her tongue greedily catching and eating His hot seed. Her cunt throbbed and quivered with its need to finish.

“Good girl” He said as He moved off the bed and into the washroom.

She waited for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy still aching for attention. He emerged from the bathroom fully groomed and began to collect His belongings. She watched as He cleaned and packed the strap away in His bag, collected His coat and walked out the door shutting and locking it behind Him.

She whimpered as she closed her eyes knowing that her starved cunt would have to continue waiting. She closed her eyes and delighted in the feeling of her tender, well-used ass. She sighed as she tasted Him on her tongue. Eventually she succumbed to sleep with a smile on her lips.

Misty looked at the house from the outside then at the ad she had printed off the computer. She took another look at the large two story house with the dark brown paneling. The black door and black mailbox clashed greatly with all the other white or brightly colored houses on the block. She couldn’t help but think that this misfit house was the place where she belonged.

Misty walked to the front door and knocked. She reread the number on the house then compared it to the number on the page. It was a match. So now all she had to do was wait for someone to answer the door.

A woman with long blond hair and two black streaks down the curves of her face opened the door. She was wearing a tight black tee shirt and no bra clearly showing rock hard nips on a pair of large round breasts. Her body was a perfect hour glass shape. She was wearing a pair of tight light blue jeans with the sides of a black pair of thongs sticking up out of them. She had on no socks or shoes and her toe nails were painted black.

“Can I help you?” the woman said flashing a bleach white smile.

“Uh yeah my name is Misty and I found the ad for the room you had for rent.”

“Oh okay.”

“Is it still available?”

“We have a couple people looking at it but it’s mostly don’t call us we’ll call you situations. Why don’t you come in and take a look?”

“Okay.”

“My name is Ms Christy by the way. Most people call me Madame or Mistress though.”

“Those are interesting nicknames. How whipped are some of the people you know.” Misty quickly learned the error in what she had just said then took a step back.

Ms Christy just looked at her with a smirk and said, “Trust me you have no idea.”

Misty said nothing else on the situation and just kept walking behind the barefooted beauty. She couldn’t help but notice the sway of the world’s most perfect ass in front of her.

“So do you live here alone?”

“No I live with my husband but he’s at work. You’ll probably get to meet him later.”

“Oh alright.”

Misty was led to a room with an old fashion knocker on it. The door was pretty much the same as the one to the entrance of the house except without the small window on it. The room was rather large once the door came open. There was a large cherry wood dresser by the back wall with a small 3’x2′ mirror above it. There was a window in the corner of the room covered by thick red curtains. The bed was located in the corner opposite of the window. It was a full sized bed with a large head board and a heavy red comforter on it. The walls were a color caught some where between a cherry and blood red.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t have supplied you with a TV but you know the one in the lounge is always available and its hardly ever in use. Follow me and I’ll show you.”

Misty looked around the house which was mostly dark colors. There was a lot of large rooms to the side of things with older looking furniture. The furniture was mostly black and dark brown leather chairs and couches. There was a TV in pretty much every room including the bathrooms. No TV was smaller than twenty inches and all were flat screen.

Once they reached the lounge Misty looked inside. There was a large black leather sectional in the corner of the room and mounted on the wall was a seventy inch TV with a small stand for a cable box right below it.

“We get pretty much every channel you want. Even the naughty ones if you’re into that kind of thing.” Ms Christy smiled. She winked at Misty then heard as the front door came open. She looked behind her back and Misty tried to look around her. A man walked up behind Ms Christy and kissed her neck.

The man was tall and lean built. To no surprise he had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He had large strong hands that he gripped Ms Christy’s waist with. He moved his eyes up to meet Misty’s gaze.

“Oh hello. Are you here for the room?”

“Yeah. I don’t understand why no one hasn’t swooped in to take that room yet. I mean the ad said that you pay eight hundred a month for rent and that includes water heat and power. Is there any hidden costs you want to warn me about saying why people don’t want to stay here?”

“The only hidden costs are the ones that you use for personal things. You have to pay for your own groceries and clean up your own messes. You can eat our food but we would suggest that you ask us first before you eat something from the cabinet because we might be using it for a dinner or something.”Ms Christy smiled. “Oh where are my manners today? Mr. Roscoe this is Misty. She might become our new room mate that is of course if she’ll have us.”

Misty got the marriage purposeful joke and put her hand on her heart. With a fake crying voice and the pretend wipe away of a tear she shook her head in agreement and said, “I will.”

“Great when can you move in?”Mr. Roscoe asked excitedly.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Ms Christy asked pulling Mr Roscoe out of the room. She looked back at Misty who was just staring curiously. She put her ataşehir escort bayan hand up and mouthed ‘one second’ to her. She walked to the kitchen trailing Mr Roscoe behind her then whipped around to look at him. “Don’t you think you’re coming on a little strong?”

“What do you mean, all I asked was when she could move in.”

“Yeah we haven’t even had the chance to talk to her. I mean what if she doesn’t want to live here when she finds out.”

“Look maybe we should hold off on telling her about it. She can get used to the place then when she feels comfortable we can talk to her about it. When we bring it out the first time we meet someone you know they just think we’re freaks and we can’t get them to even consider just living in the room any more.”

“So you think we shouldn’t tell her?”

“Tell me what?” Misty asked stepping into the room.

“Um nothing. How would you like it if we moved your rent down to seven fifty a month? We need to rent out that room and if you would take it then we would greatly appreciate it.” Mr Roscoe smirked.

“I feel like there’s something I should know.”

“Why did you even come in here.” Ms Christy snapped.

“I wanted to know where a bathroom was.”

“Oh,” Ms Christy said sheepishly. “Its the door right next to the hallway closet. Sorry about that.”

Misty couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable in the house. For all she knew these people could be masked murderers or rapists. She tried to shake it off and went to the bathroom. The bathroom, like every other room in the house was painted with a dark color being dark blue with a black door. Misty looked around at the bathroom. She glanced at the painting on the wall above the toilet. It was of a long legged slender woman with long black hair covering her boobs but with nipples sticking through. She was wearing a black one piece outfit that had an open front with a black criss-cross pattern going across the chest leaving everything exposed. The one piece looped around her neck and had two circles cut out for her breasts. She was wearing fishnet stockings, black knee high boots and black leather gloves that went up a little ways past her elbows. She had on black lipstick and dark eye liner.

Misty looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at her own black hair and felt along her sides trying to picture herself in that kind of outfit. She always liked the thought of being seen in such a light. She looked at the picture of the large breasted woman again then looked at the face. She stared at it carefully then noticed that this was not just a painting of a random woman but it was a painting of Ms Christy.

Misty used the facilities then walked out. She looked at Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe who still appeared to be fighting. They glanced over at them then smiled.

“You know I thought about it and I would really like to take the room.”

“Really?” Ms Christy asked. “I mean you’re sure about this?”

“I just need to know when the soonest time I can move in is.”

“Any time is good with us.” Mr Roscoe smiled.

“Okay.”

Misty left the house and went back to what was soon to be her old apartment. She looked at all the unpacked boxes trying to figure out what she was to keep and what she was to put in storage. She started sorting and sifting through the stuff. Then the very next morning she paid some movers to deliver the stuff she had decided to put in storage. She then packed the remainder of the stuff in the back of her beaten up old Honda CR-V and was off to Mr Roscoe and Ms Christy’s house.

Mr Roscoe helped Misty with her stuff then both he and Ms Christy helped her unpack. There was one box that Misty hadn’t thought about before she agreed to let the practically strangers unpack her stuff. She was putting clothes away in the dresser when she heard a light “WOH” coming from Mr Roscoe. She whipped around then saw as Mr Roscoe pushed a box away with his foot. Ms Christy took a quick second to peak into the box then pulled her head away. Misty walked over and glanced down at the box and closed it while her face turned a bright red.

“Look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Mr Roscoe said feeling bad.

Misty quickly pushed the boxes under the bed then moved on to the next box.

Once all the boxes were unpacked Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe left the room. Ms Christy grabbed Mr Roscoe’s hair and dragged him through the hallway. Once they were a decent distance away from the bedroom she pushed him up against the wall roughly and kissed him. She grasped his hair throughout the entire embrace and released it the minute they stopped contact.

“And what was that for?”

“Did you see the type of stuff she had?”

“So what she has a riding crop, silk scarves and a pair of hand cuffs. That doesn’t mean she would want to play our type of games.”

“So we play hers for a little while. And in time we introduce her to our games.” Ms Christy grabbed Mr Roscoe’s hair again pendik escort bayan and he slowly started to go to his knees. Ms Christy looked at him as his eyes begged for an order. He placed his hand on Ms Christy’s leg and ran it up her thigh. She just stared him down as he rubbed her clit through her jeans and could feel as it got increasingly hard and her nipples reverted to their hard state pointing quite noticeably from her shirt. “Stop!” she ordered abruptly. “Now go in that room and make that girl feel just as special.”

Ms Christy released Mr Roscoe’s hair and pushed his head away. She walked away down the hallway and Mr Roscoe went back to the room. He knocked on the door and heard as something slid across the floor. It was a couple seconds before Misty said, “Come in.”

“Hey.” Mr Roscoe said as he walked into the room and sat on the bed. Misty was sitting on the floor looking at the box that was still somewhat visible under the bed. “Look I’m really sorry about earlier.”

“Its fine.”

“I wasn’t aware that you had that kind of stuff. I mean it kind of turned me on but I feel bad for making you feel so embarrassed.”

“What do you mean, it turned you on?”

“Well you know I think that when girls are into that kind of stuff it’s one of the hottest things ever. I mean I could tie you up right now and put this boner to good use. Or if you want the control than I can do that too.”

“I’m not exactly sure how to respond to any of this.”

“Well you’re already sitting on the floor so why don’t you just come over and blow me. That’s a pretty good way to respond when some one is offering you sex.”

“What about Ms Christy?”

“Oh you want her instead? I can make that happen.”

Misty sat uneasily on the floor then got up. Mr Roscoe watched with wide wildly excited eyes. Misty sat on the bed beside him then put her hand on his leg. He put his hand on top of hers and moved it up toward his crotch. There was a clearly formed tent in his pants and Misty couldn’t help but run her hand along side it over the jean fabric. She fumbled with the zipper for a few seconds then pulled her hand away. Mr Roscoe looked at her hand which was now sitting on the bed beside him. He waited a couple seconds to see if she would reposition her hand then took the next step of unzipping his pants and pulling them along with his boxers down a little ways past his butt. He sat on the bed with his seven inch rock hard cock standing up proudly. He sat back and Misty reached her hand out.

“Grab it.” Mr Roscoe demanded.

Misty was about to wrap her hand around the solid shaft then pulled her hand away. She looked at Mr Roscoe who was just pleading to be played with. He took her hand on put it on the cock before she again pulled away. Mr Roscoe sighed in frustration then started to rub his dick with his own hand. Misty watched with excited eyes as Mr Roscoe cupped his hand around his cock and moved it up and down rapidly. She was tempted to grab it and help him out but the fact that he was the husband of her new landlord stopped her. She watched as he came and the thick white sticky liquid raced to the base of the shaft. Misty looked at him and without even thinking pushed him back as he was about to stand up. She pushed her hair behind her ears and licked all the cum off Mr Roscoe’s hand, base of his cock and the stuff that had remained on the penis. She quickly sucked on the head of the dick as she noticed a little trickle of cum racing out.

“Damn.” Mr Roscoe squirmed as Misty cleaned his cock clean of any cum. He then slid across the bed to the edge and stood up. Misty stared at the firm lightly tan ass before her, before it disappeared into the tan work pants. She smiled and wiped any residue off the corners of her mouth before watching Mr Roscoe walk out of the room and close the door behind him.

Misty laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She kept the image, of what she had just saw,in her head as she slid off the bed and pulled out the box for a third time. She sifted through the stuff and pulled out a light blue vibrator. She got back up on the bed and lay back as she turned the vibrator on. She placed the it on her clit and felt as her body squirmed under her own touch. She then moved down to place the shaft part of the vibrator as far as it would go into her pussy and letting the vibrating attachment tickle and tease her clit.

Misty kept her eyes shut as she pictured Mr Roscoe jerking off and finally as she felt a strong climax coming on she pictured his cum sliding out of the head of his cock. She released the orgasm with a loud moan followed by a small sigh. She had arched her back as she had climaxed then as the sensation began to die down she lowered herself into the bed.

Misty fixed herself up and walked out of the room. She went to the lounge and turned on the TV. Ms Christy came in and sat beside her.

“I hear you got a little visit from Mr Roscoe.”

“Yeah I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t ümraniye escort bayan be. I was the one who sent him.”

“What?”

“Yeah he wanted to play and figured that you would like to also.”

Misty was confused about what she was hearing but still went through the day normally. She was invited to join Ms Christy and Mr Roscoe for dinner since it was her first night there. When she sat down at the table Mr Roscoe stared at Misty from the seat across from her. She tried to look away and looked at Ms Christy who sat down at the table with a smile on her face.

“So is the room alright for you?” Ms Christy asked as she seated herself.

“Uh yeah perfectly fine.”

“That’s good.”

“And if after tonight you find that there’s anything wrong with the bed or something then you can just tell us and we’ll do our best to accommodate you.” Mr Roscoe couldn’t help himself from smiling. Ms Christy looked at him and laced her fingers together. She darted her eyes back from looking at Misty to looking at Mr Roscoe. She picked her fork up and slowly started to pick at her food.

After dinner Misty went back to her room and pulled out her laptop and lay back on her bed. She went to a website full of free short and long stories. She was reading a story about a girl who gets kidnapped by a couple of men and after being raped almost every night she actually starts to fall in love with the man who has been raping her. Misty looked up at the ceiling for a quick second then thought about the story she had been reading. This was the third night she had been reading it and this had been the only night she really started to find herself drawn in. She thought about what it would be like to be helpless and having some man do whatever he damn well pleased inside of you. She could only think to be able to let someone take control of her if she had actually knew them and originally cared about them. Granted she felt sympathy for girls and women that were victims of rape but she couldn’t help but feel her panties moisten at the thought of her own body being controlled.

Misty read more and more into the story finding it almost impossible to not play with herself and tease herself with the vibrator as she read.

There was a knock on the door and Misty rushed to turn off the loud noised toy. She quickly pushed it under her pillow then allowed entrance.

“Hey I just wanted to let you know that Mr Roscoe and I are going to bed but if you want to get a snack in the middle of the night then you can just go to the fridge and have any of the left overs that you want.”

“Okay.”

Ms Christy left the room leaving the door cracked a little ways. Misty was about to get up and close the door but was too busy watching Ms Christy walk away wearing nothing but a guys tee shirt. She bent over to pick something off the floor and Misty realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was nothing but a tight slit and perfectly waxed. Her ass looked even more perfect without any pants on.

Misty saw as Ms Christy turned around and she quickly shut the door. Ms Christy smiled then walked back to the room. She knocked on the door again and waited to be invited back in. She watched as Misty was climbing into bed.

“Hey would you want to have a beer with me?”

“I thought you were going to bed?”

“Yeah but Mr Roscoe’s a good boy, he doesn’t masturbate when he knows that I want sex.”

“How are you able to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Control him.”

“Its not that I control him. He offers himself to me in exchange for a few small favors. See,” Ms Christy ran her hand along side Misty’s face and turned her head so that they were making perfect eye contact. “I enjoy what people would consider power games. I can get him down on his knees begging for me to simply touch him. You know how you had all those toys, whips and whatever else?”

“Yeah.” Misty embarrassingly admitted.

“What do you think those are meant for?” Ms Christy waited only a few seconds before saying, “They’re for power. You let a guy tie you up, he has the power over you to do whatever he damn well pleases. Hell he could flip you over and cum in your ass if he wanted to. Its all about power in the bedroom. So what if I want to be the one taking the power. He loves it and knows that there is no other girl that can make him feel the way that I do.”

“And you don’t worry that he’s gonna go and cheat on you?”

Ms Christy gave a slight chuckle and then stood up. She walked out of the room then came back with the two beers. She handed Misty one and popped the top off hers. She retook her seat.She ran her hand along side Misty’s face a second time and pushed the hair behind her ear.

“You know you’re really pretty.”

“No I’m not.”

“Really you are. You gave Mr Roscoe an insti-boner when he saw you. He hoped that you would come and live here. I allowed it because he and I shared the same view.I mean look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Misty began to feel a bit of discomfort. However she felt kind of right at the same time. She looked at herself trying to figure out what could be so sexy about herself. She had always hated the way she looked. Her legs were too long making her taller than most of the guys she knew. Her hair was one of the only things she liked about herself being that it was the perfect shade between a dark brown and a black.