She watched him from a table far in the back of the club. Lord James, the man in black, mysterious yet respected by all. He was tall and heavy set but all muscles with long brown hair and piercing gray eyes, she had lusted after him before she knew he was a Master. Now her desire to have him take her knew no bounds.

Lord James was unhappy. MaryAnn, his current slave again had defied him. He had warned her tonight was special. That she must be on her best behavior. She was instead deliberately evading him and making a nuisance of herself fawning over the slave of Mistress Helen.

He had been far too lenient on her. It was time to end this farce of submission and to remind her of the reality of her life. He called her to him. She sauntered over with a smirk on her face as if to say “Now what?” She was about to find out.

He reached out and grabbed her. Reached up and removed his collar. Standing up he asked for silence. “This whore no longer is in my service. Anyone who desires her may claim her now.” Two small men from a table far in the rear stood up.

“What would you have for this slave Lord James?”

He smiled, and replied “Only that you remember she is a whore and treat her accordingly.” They came to the table, placed their collar on her, and took her to the side stage. There they tied her down, spread her wide, and announced that for the remainder of the night she was available for anyone to do anything that they desired as long as she was not permanently marked.

Lord James smiled as she screamed and begged for his forgiveness one more time. He turned to the two and reaching into his wallet, he pulled forth her contract and transferred it to them. “I will send her personal things over to your home tomorrow. She comes well equipped you will be pleased. It was official Maryann was now their whore. This was better luck then could ever hope for and they were not shy telling him so.

Lord James being honest told them part of the problem was she required constant attention more than one man could deliver and he bakırköy escort wished them luck. He looked over and she was already servicing three men. She would be tired and happy when the night was over.

He sighed as he sat down. Ordering a drink, he asked himself if it were possible to obtain a slave who would submit body and soul to him. Who would obey without question no matter what?

While he was thinking he looked around the club and his eyes looked into the warm golden amber eyes of Elizabeth. She immediately ducked her head and blushed. He was fascinated. She was rather plain, and her clothes were very large on her. It was tough to tell if she had a good figure or not, her eyes were beautiful her hair a delicious golden red, perhaps she was worth getting to know. He motioned her to come to his table.

She rose from her chair at once and walked gracefully to his table. She stood there, head lowered without a word, until he looked up and said, “What is your name pretty child?”

“They call me Elizabeth Lord James”

“Why are you here again tonight Elizabeth? What is it you seek? I have seen you here several times in the past weeks.”

“I have been looking for a Master, Lord James” she declared looking deep into his compelling eyes. It felt as if he could read her soul as he listened and looked at her.

Finally he smiled, “Strip for me. Remove all your clothes.”

With trembling hands, she immediately started opening her buttons and carefully removing her clothes. She folded each piece and placed it on a chair until finally except for her heels she was naked.

He was pleased that frightened as she was, she did not hesitate. That was a good beginning. “Place your hands behind your neck and widen your stance so.” He pushed her feet apart. He stood and when he placed his hands on her shoulders, he could feel her shiver.

“Elizabeth, would be slave, if any of this becomes to much just say Red, and I will stop. Do you understand?”

She nodded bahçelievler escort her head and said “Red, I understand.”

He let loose her golden red hair and was very pleased when it tumbled down and almost touched her cute tight ass, which was now visible since the loose fitting clothes, were gone. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down and cupped her breasts first right, then left in his large hands. They were just the right size a handful and her nipples hardened just from his cursory inspection. He continued down her front and felt her inhale and hold her breath. He looked up and smiled, “Breathe child, I would not have you faint on me.”

By now several other people sitting around Lord James were watching the by play. It was very uncommon for him to take notice of any woman. With him inspecting Elizabeth, several Masters now began to wonder what perhaps they had missed in the several times she had been in the club.

Finally, his hands made their way down her legs back up the inner thighs and to her feminine mound. He lightly teased and tapped at her clitoris until it peaked out for him and then he slid a finger deep inside her juicy tunnel. He was pleased at her soft moan of passion and at the amount of juice she was producing. He reached and slapped her ass hard first one side and then the other pulling her to him and sticking out his tongue to lick at her clit. She tasted delicious clean and sweet. She shivered and came for him as he held her.

He stood and pushed her to the floor. “Unzip me and take care of the problem that you have caused me.”

With trembling hands, she never stopped to think. She allowed her emotions and his charismatic attention to rule. She unzipped him pulled his cock loose and softly bent to suckle it. She delicately licked all the precome up, and bathed his shaft and balls with her wet hot mouth before she took him inside.

He was pleased; she knew enough and wanted his pleasure enough to take her time. That was good. zeytinburnu escort She didn’t do everything he liked but was obviously trainable. He had put her through a lot and she had hung in there when a lesser woman would have run. Apparently, her desires were high to become a slave even if she perhaps did not understand yet what that meant for her. He sighed to himself as his pleasure grew. Why not try again. One of these days he was bound to get the right mix.

The problem was he had specific tastes. He was a hard Master and he liked to give pain. Hopefully, the pain turned into as much pleasure for his slave as it certainly always was for him. He felt himself reaching his peak and shoved deep into her mouth taking himself into her throat she gagged but he straightened out her position as he flooded her with his come. Finished he allowed her to breathe and then pointed, she quickly licked him clean and tucked him away. It was a good start. Anything more extensive would have to wait for hearth and home. He did not believe in performing in clubs unless it was to demonstrate techniques for other Masters and she was not ready for that tonight.

He sat and pushed her to the floor. Taking a large drink, he then held the glass for her to sip some wine.

“Elizabeth, would you like to come home with me?” It is Friday night, by Monday morning I would think we should know if we are suited one to the other. Do you have a coat?”

She stumbled over her answer in her eagerness. “I would love to come home with you Lord James, and yes I have a coat.” He could see her shaking from her decision, or the cold or lust for the future he wasn’t sure.

He leaned down and said, “Take your clothes, and go get your coat. You are permitted, to put the coat on but that is all. I will meet you at the coat room.”

She hesitated. He looked at her and said, “Speak child.”

“You want me to go like this for my coat?”

He laughed. “Yes you are beautiful, I want others to see your beauty.

She stood silent for several minutes while he waited. He had pushed her very far and he wasn’t sure if she could do this. Finally, with a shake of her head, as if making a decision, she walked across the room and into the hall. He was pleased. This if nothing else should be a good weekend. He laughed at the smattering of applause as he walked out.

His Whore Chapter Two: Elizabeth learns about pain.

I was all dressed up for just for you. Wearing the red body with the black lace on it that you bought me and I also had on my shiny black patent shoes with the 4 inch heels. My favourites.

We were upstairs in the bedroom and you were sat on the bed and looked up at me expectant and excited. Your eyes shined brightly and lips were moist in anticipation. I leaned over your lap placing my palms flat on the dark blue bed cover and pushed up on to my tip toes and you sighed with arousal, your already stiff cock poked up into my stomach. I felt you undo the fastenings in crotch of the body, and peel the material up off my backside – the coldness of the room an unpleasant surprise. You began slowly. Rubbing and massaging my thighs, pushed them apart just enough to tease the flesh, moved your fingers slowly up to just flick my already sodden lips. And then you spanked me, palm flat on arse, quite hard, making me jump – no easy beginning today but a sudden breathtaking slap followed by another, and then the sound of your satisfied purr in your throat at my reaction. I relaxed again, the initial smarting pain subsided.

Then it was back to you rubbing and caressing my lower body. Thighs, backside, down to my knees and the oh so tender skin behind them making me flinch ever so slightly as you fingers passed over. Then you slid your hands back up and with a well practised touch pushed a finger from your left hand inside me to rub my G-spot – and all the time you’re were still touching my body, skin on skin, over and over. My eyes were closed now. The sensations began to overwhelm. Hand on skin, finger in pussy, you shifted your position and lifted me lightly and nuzzled my still damp hair.

I know you can feel me as I tighten and stopped playing to spank me again 3 or 4 times on each cheek, quickly and evenly with levent escort a practised stroke. Then before I’d caught my breath you went back to caressing me both inside and out.

You kept on with this for what seemed like ages, teasing me and not allowing me to come. Every time I got close you’d stop. Then spank, then caress once more. I began to silently curse you. Every time I got a little tighter, a little harder, a little more desperate for that dramatic release that I craved. I heard myself whimper. I don’t DO whimpering, but yet there I was under your hands squirming, handfuls of bedclothes knotted between my fingers, mentally rechristening you a dozen times over.

I reached down to bring myself off and you said ‘No’ and gave up your exquisite torture and firmly lifted my arms up, shoving me unceremoniously across the bed to cuff me. I didn’t fight you even though my body was screaming for orgasm. I knew it would cum. You’d let me…eventually. So I submitted.

You buckled me neatly into my cuffs, face down – arse up, constraining just my arms leaving my legs loose and free to be spread at your pleasure. And this you did. Pushing them wide apart and burying your face into my pussy sucking up my juices. I arched and bit the pillow as you flicked and sucked my clit with your tongue. It’s a sad old cliché but involuntary and I simply couldn’t help myself.

Then your mouth was gone and you continued to tease, stroke and spank me and I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and pinker and sorer but it was a wonderful sensation. The skin being oversensitive and pulsing.

Then you pushed in two fingers in through my pussy lips and I realised I am about get my reward for patience. You let me cum, and I do, moaning and rocking hard against your cihangir escort hand, muscles locked tight and it makes me feel dazed, light-headed and a bit disorientated having come so hard. You moved me to kneeling up, by pushing on the back of my thighs to lift up and it took me a few moments to realise that you were now using the hand you had spanked me with for something new. You had lubed your fingers and were playing with my anus. You slipped a finger into the tight but well used hole, the muscle gave easily under the gentle pressure. I grunted in delight at the feel of you invading me. The inherent naughtiness of anything anal still gives me a kick every time. Nice girls don’t, do they?

The finger in my pussy has also returned but now it had been joined by several fingers more. Almost a whole hand in fact and I squirmed, desperate to come again, but you wouldn’t let me. Every time I got close, you’d stop. But no more spanking now, you’d bring me down with gentle stroking and by rubbing your fingers round my clit with teasing caresses.

I was your toy and you revelled your playtime.

My eyes were still closed but I could feel your every movement, my were senses acute and I waited for the moment you’d allow me to cum again, but you didn’t. Instead now it was time to feed your own soul. You pushed me down onto the bed so I was lying flat and you mounted me and slid your rigid cock into my arse. My cheeks were still hot and angry and the sensation of your body against mine, your skin rubbed them as you began to fuck me created a friction that was delicious. You had your whole weight on me, but you knew I love it. You had your arms down beside you and were holding my hips, digging yourself deeper and deeper into me. Your face buried in the crook feriköy escort of my neck, tongue licking the back of my ear and it was SO good as you penetrated me deeper and deeper. I could feel your enjoyment. Your measured strokes followed by those of more abandon. Gorging on everything available and becoming satiated on my beautiful body.

You were panting now, the few minutes of exertion taking its toll. You stopped yourself from coming, even though I knew you want to, and slipped out of me. You spread my legs as wide as you could and lifted my hips up onto a pillow, so you could access my clit easier. Now you fingered me in both holes again, hard, fast, knowing you couldn’t hurt me as I was relaxed and dripping wet. The spanking was long since over and I knew you definitely wouldn’t continue now. The pain was over, now it was just pure pleasure to enjoy. I was almost screaming with the need to come. But still you wouldn’t let me. Please, please, please I whispered….I was begging. I pulled on my cuffed arms wanting to touch myself but knew that I couldn’t.

Then you did THAT thing that you do. Two fingers either side of my clit and squeezed and a flashbulb went off in my head. You bastard. Every damn time you make me cum shockingly hard. Arms tense against the cuffs, hips pushed down as I drained every single second out of the orgasm I so desperately needed. I sucked in a huge lungful of air as I always hold my breath when I cum, and felt that cold tired sensation creep up my legs and settled into my belly as the orgasm dissipates. I heard you chuckle. I knew you’re wearing that superior smile…and I also knew it was about to disappear. You uncuffed my arms and in almost one single movement you rolled me onto my side and entered me. One arm gripped my hip the other wrapped around my upper body to give you the leverage you required to penetrate me deeply. I was tight. Unsurprisingly so, and it only took three long slow strokes before I felt you shudder and pull me up close you. I tilted my head back and you kiss my ear as your sticky warm semen filled me and I wondered how long it will be before you could do that to me all over again.

“Well, why are you wet slut?!”

My voice becomes stern and strict as I question the wetness from your pussy as I was delivering your punishment, the paddling of your ass.

“well…i…it…was…umm…” SMACK! A hard smack from my hand on your exposed wet pussy lips.

“Were you enjoying your punishment slave?!” SMACK! Another hit to your pussy lips causes you to pull forward in pain trying to bury your pussy into the bedding to hide from my hand.

“Well since you enjoyed your punishment when you weren’t suppose to then I guess I’ll enjoy your pussy bitch.”

Reaching over I grab a ball gag taking the temporary gag of your dirty panties out of your mouth I slide the new gag into your mouth making sure it is nice and tight. Then I tighten the blindfold and loosen your wrist constraints stretching your arms above your head and attaching them to the side of the bed.

An “MMmmmm” escapes around the ball gag in your mouth as I run my fingers up and down you swollen red outer lips. I grab your ankle attaching a restraint to it tying the other end to the leg of the bed, and then doing the same to your other ankle.

I pull my shirt off in one motion over my head. I push down my jeans and boxers my hard thick cock springing out from its cloth confinements.

I stand there gently massaging the shaft as I look at my slave your hands beyoğlu escort tied and stretched above your head, your ankles shackled to the legs of the bed and your eyes and mouth covered as you await what your Master has in store for you next.

I take a step forward tightening the restraints on your ankles to the legs of the bed causing your legs to spread wider for me with your most private of areas becoming more and more exposed to my prying eyes.

I move close taking the thick red head of my cock and sliding it up and down your wet pussy slit. The head of my dick slightly parting the wet pink lips of your cunt. A moan of pleasure hits the ball gag in your mouth as you know what is coming next.

I slide the head inside of you feeling the pressure of your inner walls tighten down around the intruding hard object. I push more of my head into you making room in your tight insides for my thick hard shaft to follow.

The juices escaping your pussy coat my cock helping it to slide easier inside of you. The ball gag is taking the onslaught of moans and whimpers coming from your throat as you feel my cock being pushed deeper.

Once I am able to slide my entire cock inside I hold it there letting your tight insides stretch to fit my manhood.

I begin to slowly pull myself out getting almost merter escort to the tip before I push back in feeling the warmth and wetness surround me once again.

I begin to fuck your tight cunt a little harder and deeper with each thrust of my cock. I can feel how tight and wet you are and I know not being able to scream out in pleasure is driving you crazy.

I take a hold of the butt plug pulling half of it out of your asshole before I push it back in hard. I begin to match the plunging of my cock with the plunging of the butt plug into your anus.

The added pain and pleasure of the toy going in and out of your asshole is almost too much to bear.

As my thick shaft and head slide in and out of your pink wet hole I feel your pussy begin to tighten this time from an approaching orgasm.

The waves of pleasure and slight pain wash over your mind and body as you bathe in every little bit of it, the approaches of an orgasm nearing its point when a sudden thought brings you back to reality. ‘how am i going to ask for permission to cum with the ball gag in my mouth??’ A problem you had neglected to think about as the gag was slid into place.

You realize cumming without permission is regarded as one of the most serious infractions of my rules. Your mind begins to battle the question as güngören escort pleasure once again tries to take over the rationalizing part of your mind.

Each thrust of my cock sends you closer and closer to explosion and immediate disobedience. You try hard to get my attention making noises and moving, but with the ball gag making anything you try to say sound like a moan and whimper and the restraints on your ankles and wrists letting only the slightest of movements, all efforts are lost.

What you can’t see is the mischievous smile slowing spreading across my lips as I look at your helpless body with your blindfold and gag tightly in their place. The problem may have slipped your mind but was front and center when I placed the gag in your mouth.

I can barely hold back a chuckle as I feel your insides get tighter and tighter each time my cock enters. I know it is only a matter of time before your insides covers my dick in an explosion of your juices and with it comes the breaking of my rules.

I quicken my pace pushing the butt plug deep inside of you one last time as you raise your head in a scream of pleasure. The scream finding its way around the gag in your mouth singling the arrival of your orgasm and of the punishment that will come from it.

I bury myself deep inside of you to get the full pleasure of warmth and wetness as your insides contract tightly around me in orgasmic bliss. I hold myself there as I feel the aftershocks of the orgasm ripple through shaft and head still buried inside of you.

As your head begins to clear from the explosion of pleasure coursing through your entire body all you can wonder is ‘what does Master have in store for me next?’

Juliet rose to her feet and took off her bathrobe, tossing it aside. He could only look up at her with his jaw slack, his eyes wide, cock twitching. She certainly took good care of her body. Long smooth legs with muscular thighs and the slightest hint of abs across her stomach. Her breasts were full and perky, resting gently against her chest. She smiled down at him, hip cocked with a hand resting on his head.

“You should stop drooling on my floor,” Juliet said. He immediately shut his mouth. “Not from your mouth.” She said, pointing downwards.

He looked down and understood what she meant. His cock was freely leaking precum like an old faucet. It was running down his shaft and dripping onto the floor, creating a small puddle.

“Clean it up,” Juliet instructed. He began to get up when she pressed her hand onto his shoulder. “Oh, no. You have to use your mouth.”

He looked down with hesitation at the puddle of precum on the floor. Never before had he thought about doing something like this before. He never quite understood it. Looking back up at her, Juliet tapped her foot with impatience. It was now or never. Shifting himself back, he leaned into the floor and brought himself closer. Hesitating, he stuck out his tongue and carefully began to lick up the puddle. The taste was bitter and it wasn’t exactly helped by the taste of wood below the puddle. He grit etiler escort his teeth through it, licking up every last drop of precum that had fallen onto the floor.

“Good,” Juliet said, her feet padding away from him. “Swallow it and crawl after me. It’s time to really put you to work.”

Swallowing the precum, he grimaced. A pang of regret filled his stomach for a moment until his distaste was forgotten. He immediately crawled after her, watching her ass sway as she made her way to the bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, the bedroom was lavish with clean white sheets, a vanity mirror and a tiled bathroom attached through a door. Juliet turned and sat back on the foot of the bed, smiling down at him.

“Come on,” She said, spreading her legs. “I want you to eat me out.”

Crawling between her legs, he saw that she had waxed herself smooth. She was also wet, her inner thighs catching the light. Pressing his face between her legs, her fingers rested on top of his head, guiding him closer as he began to kiss her. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes. He savored those gentle kisses, her sweeter taste wiping away the memory of his own precum. He reached up with one hand to caress her bare thigh, the other hand going down to wrap around his cock once more.

“No,” She said, her eyes still closed. “Do not bağcılar escort touch your cock any more unless I say so.”

He gripped his hand tight and pounded against his own thigh. So, so close. His member was still throbbing, hard as a rock and continuing to leak precum. He hoped, from the bottom of his heart, that she would not have him lick it up again. Returning his attention to her sex, his tongue slipped out from between his lips and began to lick at her. He’d start at her entrance, tracing upwards slowly and letting his tongue slip away when it reached her clit. She shuddered with each lick, gripping his head each time his tongue grazed her most sensitive point.

“Mmm,” Juliet moaned out. “You’re pretty good at this. Do you do this often?”

“No,” He panted between licks.

“A natural then,” She said before licking her lips. “I can’t wait to see what you can do once I’ve got you trained properly.

Trained? He wondered what exactly she was talking about, making him stop for just a moment. She pressed him hard against her groin.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” She said, her voice taking on an annoyed edge.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” He muttered, returning to his task with a renewed vigor.

Juliet moaned out hard as he began to pleasure her once more. Her toes curled in pleasure, topkapı escort her fingers stroking his scalp while he worked.

“All of this,” She panted. “From less than a week of edging. It makes me wonder how eager you would be after a month.” He groaned under her, licking harder, not wanting to even consider that possibility. “You’re right.” She teased. “That would just be cruel at this point. After all, you’ve shown me what a needy slut you are. Isn’t that right?”

He could only nod, sucking at her clit to try and appease her. His own desire burned in his stomach and his groin. He needed to get off and soon, otherwise, he felt like he was going to go crazy. Juliet writhed on the bed, her ass squirming against the sheets. Her breathing was catching in her chest. It was clear to him that she was close. He licked and sucked harder, trying everything that he knew to bring her pleasure and, soon, his own. Juliet let out a hard gasp, gushing into his face. Her legs trembled from the force of the orgasm, the waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She shuddered hard, her nails digging into his scalp. He kept licking, keeping her on that wave for a few seconds longer, feeling her wetness running down his jaw.

She stopped him by pulling his head away, panting softly. A smile rested on her lips as she looked down at him.

“Not bad at all,” She sighed, stroking her hand along his face, her thumb grazing against his wet cheek. “Are you ready to cum?”

His heart practically leapt through his throat. “Yes, Mistress. I need it so badly.”

“Hop up on the bed,” She ordered. “All fours and keep your face resting against the pillows. I’m going to give you an orgasm that you will never forget.”

Day 1 – The First Encounter

Kaitlin glanced at her watch nervously gauging the time staring back at her. For months she and Andrew had been building toward this first meeting and now it was finally going to happen. She smoothed her skirt over her hips knowing that she looked very nice but much more provocative than she normally dressed, but this was for Andrew and following his wishes. No, she silently admonished herself, his orders.

She was wearing exactly what she had been told to wear by her Master. Saying the word aloud in her head, testing out the feel of it on her tongue, knowing soon she would be saying it to Andrew face to face for the first time. She smiled softly to herself anxiously awaiting this meeting that had seemed so long in coming. Andrew had been her Master for months now but only through her computer screen and the telephone, never in person.

Ah, wonderful cyberspace where so much was available at your fingertips. Kaitlin had at long last found what she had not even been aware she had been seeking most of her adult life. She had ‘met’ Andrew entirely by accident and still marveled she had somehow managed to have found such a wonderful man despite her own stumbling stupidity and naiveté. The silly screen name along with the really dumb ‘profile’ had brought out all the Dom wannabes in her search through online chat rooms but somehow Andrew had still managed to find her and she him.

They had connected from the very start and he had been so patient in his guiding and teaching of her. Never laughing at her, only laughing with her as they shared her growth into becoming the sub that she knew she was meant to be. Always patiently answering her many questions, teaching her the things she needed to know about the life she had been seeking. And finally she was ready to meet him for the first time. His flight was due in mere minutes and the butterflies in her stomach were increasing.

She glanced at her reflection that was visible off the plate glass window facing her in the waiting area of the terminal. She was so very glad that Andrew had understood this first meeting would be easier for her here where she lived and had agreed to be the one to fly to her instead of her having to fly to him. She had been oblivious to the many appreciative glances from men passing by her with her thoughts so focused on pleasing Andrew.

She wore an olive green knit dress that hugged her curves and complimented her complexion and auburn hair perfectly. Although it was much shorter than she normally wore, she had been delighted with it when Andrew had sent it to her with the understanding she was to wear it for him on the day they first met. It was tight without being vulgar, sexy without being flashy. She looked every inch a lady but one that oozed sex appeal just how Andrew had intended. She dreamily smiled knowing what little she actually had on underneath the beautiful dress, but again exactly as Andrew had directed her to dress for him.

The silk stockings that encased her legs felt wonderful against her smooth skin but known only to her and Andrew, they were held in place with a garter belt, another new purchase for her. She normally wore pantyhose but this had been her Master’s wish and one she had readily agreed to.

She wore no panties and could feel the air against her exposed mound every time she took a step. Her feet were encased in a pair of 3 inch black heels that she so rarely wore because of her height of 5’9″ but Andrew was 6’8″ and she would still feel small next to him. Another new feeling for her since most of the men she had ever dated had not been much taller than herself. The heels showed off her long legs and made her feel so sexy which was probably Andrew’s intention, she silently laughed to herself.

She had nothing else on underneath the dress and feeling the smooth knit against her skin and with her exposed pubis she knew she was becoming aroused. Along with the thoughts of meeting him for the first time and what lay before them tonight she was aware of her body tingling in anticipation. It was at this precise moment she felt the pulsing begin deep inside her pussy. At first she was startled but quickly recovered. Knowing now Andrew had to be very close by using the remote to the vibrating egg placed deep inside her, again his orders.

She turned scanning the many faces of people arriving from their flight. She struggled to hang on to her control as she searched for him. He wasn’t hard to spot with his height and a smile spread across her face but she remained in place waiting for him to come to her.

This was all so new to her and she was apprehensive about wanting to please her Master and patiently waited to follow his lead on what was expected of her. She knew she was now very wet from the vibrator struggling to keep herself under control when suddenly the throbbing stopped as quickly as it had started. The mass exodus of people departing the plane momentarily removed her Master from her sight

She fervently çapa escort glanced around looking for Andrew knowing he had to be close by as she felt the wetness seeping out of her steaming cunt. She blushed as she felt her nipples harden and thrust forward knowing men were staring at her and her brow began to glisten from the heat of her throbbing body. She finally spotted him leaning up against the wall with a slow smile spreading across his lips. She glanced down at her feet unsure of what to do and rooted to the spot unable to move.

He slowly walked toward her as she waited for his instructions on what to do, how to behave, how to act. With their relationship only having been up to this point online, she wasn’t quite sure exactly what he expected of her and she didn’t want to disappoint him.

With her eyes still cast down, she felt his presence in front of her. He touched her face stroking her cheek as she leaned into his palm. He placed his hand beneath her chin and used his index finger to bring it up to look at him. She nervously ran her tongue across her lips unsure of what to do or say. “It’s ok little one, you are doing just fine”, he said speaking to her for the first time.

A soft smile spread across her lips gazing into Andrew’s deep blue eyes. No picture or even the occasional web cam that they used to ‘be’ with another could do justice to this face now staring down out her. Kaitlin caught her breath as Andrew’s arms wrapped around her pulling her toward him, crushing her body against his.

One hand lowered to cup her ass as she felt the hardness of his erection against her. Just feeling his hard cock against her made her already engorged nipples ache for his touch, the liquid fire seeping slowly between her legs, the musky aroma surrounding them both. He lowered his head to hers, capturing her lips with his own. The kiss began as soft and gentle, tentative lips seeking each other but quickly escalating as he forced her mouth wide with his tongue showing her without words who was is in control and how he expected her to follow his lead.

And follow she did, caution thrown to the wind letting her become his in no way any man had been allowed before. Kaitlin had never been one to show public displays of affection, but now she allowed herself to revel in letting the world know she belonged to Andrew, his to do with exactly how it pleased him no questions asked.

She was blushing deeply because a lifetime of being rather demure doesn’t disappear in a second, but there was no way she would even think of attempting to stop Andrew and what he obviously expected of her. With one last squeeze of her tight ass cheek, he broke the kiss and was once again gazing down at her. But now a broad smile was framing his face as he began speaking to her.

Kaitlin struggled to bring herself under control, to listen intently to what he was trying to say. The ringing in her ears was subsiding as she manage to focus her attention back to Andrew’s face instead of her mind preoccupied with the throbbing between her legs.

“You are so beautiful baby and it pleases me greatly that you are wearing the dress I sent you. The color becomes you”, he said stroking her cheek.

It now dawned on Kaitlin that for Andrew the cupping of her ass was no accident and that he had been checking to make sure she had followed ALL orders in her manner of dress and he knew her bottom was bare just as he had instructed. By feeling her ass through her dress, he was able to determine that nothing was on her bottom, that she was indeed following his orders to letter.

“Thank you Papa,” Kaitlin said, the words rolling off her tongue for the first time in his presence. Saying the mere words made her ache for his hands to be on her and long to be able to touch him as well. She knew however not to act upon her whims and kept her hands firmly to her sides.

Outwardly as calm as she could manage but inside eagerly awaiting their first time together, their first ‘scene’ as Master and his sub. The safe word they had decided upon was ‘blue’ but Kaitlin seriously doubted she would even want or need to use the word to halt what Andrew, her Papa had planned for them. She trusted him implicitly and if the dampness between her legs was any indication. she knew this evening was going to be a night to remember.

“Are you ready to leave little one, to begin our evening?” asked Andrew as he continued to stroke her cheek.

“Yes Papa, the car and driver you asked me to hire is waiting outside,” she softly spoke to him looking into his eyes briefly and then almost immediately casting her eyes downward. Kaitlin had her own car but it had been Andrew’s wish for her to engage the services of the limo company for the evening and she had done as he had asked.

She wasn’t really sure why he had insisted on her using this particular limo service, one that she had never even heard of before, but knew better than to question his authority. fatih escort So she had called the number he had provided for her and the rest had been fairly easy. They seemed quite professional and were able to accommodate all of her Papa’s requests on the short notice they had been given.

Although the basics of their evening had been discussed and agreed upon, she had also relinquished all control to her Papa relying on his intuition and her trust in him. This was all so new to her but she had as her gift to him placed everything in his hands as it was meant to be.

“Let’s get the tedious job of retrieving my luggage out of the way so we can leave,.” Andrew said as he looked deeply into her sapphire blue eyes. “I’m anxious to get our evening started little one.”

“Me too Papa” Kaitlin said agreeing with him and again lowering her face demurely in her shyness and her yearning to be the sub she was meant to be for this powerful man before her. “I’m so happy you are finally here. I can hardly believe after months of waiting we are at last together.”

“I know baby”, he said leaning down to kiss her forehead and pushing an errant wisp of hair off her face as he cupped her chin bringing her face up to look once again into the depth of her luminous eyes. “I didn’t think it would ever get here either”, he said laughingly.

Kaitlin reached up to stroke the cheek of the man that was so embedded in her soul even though she was just now meeting him face to face. He captured her small hand with his much larger one and brought it to his lips softly kissing her fingers as he drank in the vision of loveliness before him.

Pulling her tightly against him, Andrew again lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before forcing it inside her mouth. She sighed deeply as his mouth plundered her own, their tongues dancing together and both of them oblivious to the stares from people passing by them. The world around them ceased to exist as they gave in to the intoxicating allure they felt for each other.

His hand caressed her soft nipple, hardening now beneath his finger tips. She moaned against his lips, the sound trapped beneath his wonderful wet, warm mouth. She swayed slightly as his arms gathered her possessively towards him.

Raising his mouth from hers he spoke once more to Kaitlin with a smile in his voice. “I think we need to get out of here baby before we get arrested for “public indecency,” he said laughing down at her upturned face. “God I want you so much.”

“The feeling is mutual my dear Papa in case you haven’t noticed,” she said impishly grinning up at him.

Andrew steered her toward the area to retrieve his bags with his hand resting possessively on her round high bottom. Kaitlin was not use to the whole world seeing a man touching her and in the past might have even have pushed his hand away if it had been another man.

But after the way he had just kissed her, she felt herself becoming a woman that she barely knew. One that it had taken this man to bring out into the open and she smiled to herself realizing that her wanton lust had probably been beneath the surface all these years and just a few moments with Andrew had her giving into acts she had only once dreamed about.

But this was Andrew, her Papa, her Master and she had willingly given her body to him to do with as he pleased for both of their pleasure. Even though heat scalded her cheeks as she blushed at people staring at her and the way he caressed her ass for all to see, the thought of admonishing him for touching her this way in public did not reach completion and make it past her lips. She realized she wanted him to do the things he just had, regardless of where they were.

At last they were able to retrieve his luggage from airport security and Andrew grabbed them easily with one hand while guiding her toward the exit doors with his other. The limo was waiting curb side as he had requested and the driver got out of the vehicle to open the door for them. Kaitlin stepped into the waiting car with Andrew close behind her. She went to slide to the far side of the seat when Andrew stopped her and pulled her back towards him.

“Baby I want you to sit in my lap”, Andrew stated with authority.

“Yes Papa, whatever you wish”, said Kaitlin as their roles became defined in this journey that they were starting together.

Andrew leaned back into the comfort of the limo pulling her atop his lap and situating her to his requirements. She was facing toward the front of the limo with her back towards him. He reached around her and pulled the bodice of her dress down exposing one lush ripe breast. Her nipple hardened immediately partially from the cool breeze of the air conditioned car but also as the excitement and anticipation of wondering what her Papa had in store for her.

He tugged rather roughly on her nipple making her gasp slightly but she managed to keep her mouth closed and aksaray escort not utter a sound. He then pulled her dress up around her waist exposing her mound.

The limo driver looked back in the rear view mirror and Kaitlin saw his gaze upon her and knew that he saw how Andrew had exposed her for the man to see. She knew in her heart that this was Andrew’s intention to show publicly that she was his and he could do whatever he wished with her and she wouldn’t try to stop him. Part of her was embarrassed but another much deeper part was becoming aroused at what her Papa was doing to her.

He pushed her hand toward her cunt and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I want you to stroke that lovely pussy of mine. Pull apart the lips and rub your clit for me.”

“Yes Papa,” she said breathlessly. She did as he asked pushing her lips apart and exposing the hard little bud that was thrusting forth. She began massaging it for him, stroking it softly at first as the limo glided through the city taking them to their destination. She increased the tempo as her own excitement built as the wetness began pooling inside her.

Molten lava of desire filled her as she rolled her clit back and forth between her nimble fingers. Andrew pulled and tugged on her erect nipple twisting it and making it throb in exquisite pain. Her lower body responded as her breathing deepened. Panting softly now she felt her eyes droop close as the vortex of want and need surpassed her consciousness.

“Slip a finger inside my cunt baby. Find your G spot for your Papa,” he instructed her and she hurried to do his bidding. “That’s it baby, he said as her finger moved around deep inside her pussy

He pulled and twisted her nipples in exquisite torture as her finger pushed in and out of her wetness “Two fingers now baby, fuck my cunt for me”, he ordered. He reached between her legs and stroked her clit as her fingers pushed in and out of the ever growing wetness.

Closer and closer she raced towards her climax when Andrew abruptly pulled her hand away with his own and made her stop.

She turned and looked back toward him with confusion, her eyes heavy with passion and not quite focusing. She wondered why he had made her stop and he placed a finger across her lips before she could form the words to say anything.

“Not yet little one. The evening is just beginning and besides we are at the hotel now.” Andrew told her. She had failed to even notice the car had indeed stopped and the driver was waiting for instructions on how to proceed. He had lowered the window separating the front seat from the back and he looked upon them with barely concealed amusement with what was transpiring behind him.

Kaitlin flushed a deep red but made no move to cover herself without Andrew’s okay. Instead it was her Master that adjusted her clothes and told the driver they would just drop off their luggage and would return shortly.

The driver rushed around the car to open the door for them as the bell hop met the car to take their luggage. Kaitlin had previously checked in per Andrew’s instructions and removed the key card to their room from her purse handing it to him now. They headed toward the elevator with the bell hop close behind.

The elevator doors slid open and Andrew guided Kaitlin inside. When the doors slid closed, he wrapped his arms around her tugging her toward him. He held her hand and raised it to his nose inhaling her scent on her fingers. Slowly he licked her fingers his eyes locked with hers. His hand brazenly stroked the side of her breast and her nipples immediately hardened from his touch. Kaitlin ran her tongue over her lips mesmerized by all he was making her feel. The bell hop glanced at them but quickly averted his eyes knowing discretion was part of his job. Andrew continued to stroke her breast, casually pulling on her engorged nipple as Kaitlin struggle to remain calm but she strongly suspected without his arms holding her she would have difficulty staying in an upright position.

Her knees felt weak and she felt light headed from the continuing assault on her body every since Andrew’s arrival at the airport. First the vibrating egg when he had exited the plane, then the limo ride and now this. She briefly wondered what she had got herself into with Andrew but she trusted him completely and would see this through.

They arrived on their floor and the doors slid open. The bell hop stood to one side to allow them to proceed him out of the elevator. He walked behind them with their luggage and was able to see Andrew’s hand fondling Kaitlin’s ass, periodically squeezing and rubbing her bare bottom. It was hard not to get aroused himself as he watched the play between the two lovers never even dreaming this was their first encounter because of how well Andrew seemed to know Kaitlin’s body and the freedom with which she allowed him to touch her so intimately.

Andrew unlocked the door with the key card Kaitlin had given him earlier. The bell hop placed their luggage on the floor and then inquired if there was anything else that they needed. “No that will be all”, said Andrew. The man reluctantly left, his face showing clearly he was enjoying watching the two of them. He looked like he would much rather see the two of them interact than leave the room to get back to work.

The reception was held at a nearby plantation restored to its original charm. Horse-drawn carriages brought honored guests to the front stairs, where an equally debonair gentleman promptly escorted each elegantly dressed woman to the ballroom.

The plantation owner saw her from across the marble floored room, the chandeliers setting her auburn hair brilliantly ablaze. She wore a soft natural tan suede dress that fell to her ankles, accented with delicate silver and turquoise hand beaded fringe. He moved towards her, and when she looked up, their eyes met, engaging in a silent exchange, evoking irrefutable sensations – emotionally and physically.

They didn’t touch, savoring the moment, and saving more for later. Her heart beat wildly in her chest – his scent lingered in her nostrils long after she continued past to greet other guests in the ballroom.

She mingled easily, moving about the room in a dance-like fashion, so that the light caught the hues of the leather dress smoothing her luscious curves. She wore a hammered silver choker, with a single pendant at her throat – a very detailed depiction of two lovers entwined, delicately carved in bone. Feathery earrings framed her face, dove feathers dangled around each of two long, beautiful iridescent blue and green peacock eyes that dusted her shoulders.

The men in the room could not resist a glance – she took these opportunities to charm them more with a seductive smile. She was gracious with the ladies, greeting with hugs and sincerities. The men were the fuel of her fire.

In one corner, a musician expertly fingered a magnificent grand, expressing the melodic highs and lows of love, loving, and lovers. The music was alluring, inviting dancers to experience excitement, explore the edge.

He watched as she stalked the unsuspecting gentlemen, selecting the object of her night’s attention, and temporary affection. She touched their hands, letting her fingers linger just a moment longer than a casual greeting. She leaned closer, where her fragrance intoxicated. One, she caressed with red batman escort tipped nails – as if clawing her intent into his subconscious mind.

She walked alone to the French doors, slipped outside into the crisp air.

It was late now, dark in the lush garden, lit only by a few ivory candles placed on bamboo stakes along the walkway. She stepped carefully, leaning down to unlace white leather moccasins, tossing them aside as she continued on, barefoot. She heard the doors open from behind her – he was following her… and she stopped to wait.

The soft leather material felt velvety against her skin, feeling almost bare under his fingers as he began to caress her large round breasts, pulling her forcefully toward him – overcome with intense desire. She resisted only slightly – unable to contain her own intense yearning. She succumbed to his whispers at her ear – hypnotized by the vision he described, feeling every word… but aching for only one who could extinguish the flames set afire in the ballroom – her master.

The reception host – her One – casually watched from the second floor balcony, leaning against the rails, smoking a cigar. He could see their silhouettes in the garden; her coppery hair glowing in the moonlight made the identification unmistakable. He stood there, slightly amused, aroused by their risky rendezvous. His plantation princess had entangled another unsuspecting prey into her seductive web…

She came down the path alone, having said good night to the frustrated suitor, one of many who had at one time or other attempted to capture more than her attention.

His magnificent darkness stepped out from the shadows, grabbing her arm as she started to pass by – enfolded her in his arms to experience the lust she breathed, the seduction that seeped from her flesh like an aphrodisiac. She gasped, expecting he would be waiting, but not knowing exactly when he would appear – his grasp was strong, possessive, and arousing.

He wrapped his fingers gently around her yalova escort throat, nipping at her neck, then stroked his tongue down to her ample breasts, savoring her pale flesh against his lips. She arched toward him, feeling his swollen manhood against her smooth thigh. He put a hand under her knee, lifting her so that she wrapped herself around him tightly with one leg. The dress fell aside, revealing that she wore nothing underneath…

Watching his face intently, she unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather strap out of his pants, letting it trail slowly across her lips – his eyes stared into hers, striking promises of ecstasy at her brazen, and irresistible, seduction. She deftly managed the zipper, releasing his full erection and wrapping her fingers around him.

She stroked him playfully, scraping her red painted nails across his throbbing cock, rolling his balls in her palm – squeezing him, feeling the fullness inside. She pressed against him in a breathless moan, pleading for him.

Leading her to the ground, he whispered his desire. She held his body to her possessively, her ankles against his back, biting into his shoulder in response.

She felt him against her, tightening around him as he entered, slowly pressing deeper inside. She gasped, every nerve alive with sensitivity as he explored further – his cock engulfed in the comfort of her warm, wet silkiness as she clinched and released him.

They began the dance, holding each other captive with pleasure, their music becoming more intense with each touch. Finally, an explosive finale was inevitable as their bodies writhed in tandem frantically, desperately… he pressed against her, she against him… she wanted to scream, but kept quiet, every part of her now his.

This was yet only the beginning. The hors d’ oeuvres of an excellent main course that would be prepared for mutual, ultimate pleasure – no reservations necessary. She was acutely aware that his power was stronger than hers, this man held the key no other would ever find.

Their ordu escort relationship was constant, though most would consider it non-existent. Their connection was beyond earthly attraction – he saw into her soul, knew what secrets hid there. She was an enchantress – wise and sexy, filled with spirit and fantasy. He could not fathom what thoughts raced through her mind at any given moment and though he could not guess what drove her imagination – he was clearly the one man she trusted to expose her vulnerabilities and accept her surrender.

He returned to the house, strolling purposefully amongst the other guests until he reached the back stairs. Slipping through the door, he went down three flights to the cellar door, unlocked the bolt with a brass key from his inside pocket, and went in.

He lit a votive candle sconce on one wall, followed by half a dozen other candles placed around the room. This is where she would come tonight after her return to the ballroom. She had been here before, and he had promised then it wouldn’t be her last time.

She would be restrained, her body tense with anticipation, a silk scarf tied securely over her eyes. He pictured long, red strands hanging from her shoulders and full round breasts, beautifully bare in the candlelight.

Everything was ready here. Soon, he would bring her down into this special place again, satisfying her desires in ways no other man could. Indulge her imagination with intense explorations of her own fantasies, known only to him, allowing him to enjoy her most delicate treasures. Like the lovers in the bone carving at her throat.

He returned upstairs to the ballroom. He saw her standing in the doorway, near the man from the garden, talking to another couple. Her hair fell loosely in soft curls, askew around her face, still blushed…

She turned and caught him watching. Graceful as a sleek cat, she kissed the cheek of her gentleman friend, said something to the others, and crossed the room toward him.

Her blue eyes magnetized him until she stood directly before him. Leaning closer to his face, she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock through his pants… and squeezed knowingly.

He pulled her to him roughly, hearing her gasp… now he would lead her downstairs to enjoy her insatiable lust, and remind her who was… her Master.

Forever, never-ending.

My breathing was calming down. I could feel sweat on my cheeks against the leather hood. I could also feel it on the back of my neck. I licked the salt from my lips. I was uncomfortable. I couldn’t see. I was naked in the back of a taxi, and Daniel was driving. He was right there in front of me. I could feel my nipples tighten in the cool air. My feet felt the gritty matt on the floor of the car. I put my hands in my lap, and slid a finger along my clit. I was tired. I was drunk. I was horny and wrung out at the same time. This rollercoaster night has been incredible. I’m naked, hooded, in a car with Daniel, a man I’ve only talked to on the phone. I don’t even know what he looks like.

Of course he knows what I look like. Ever since he gave me that webcam I’ve been sending him streams of myself. He’s seen every inch of me. My finger strayed back to my clit. He’s seen me pull a plug out of my ass and stick it in my mouth just as my pussy erupts in orgasm. He’s seen it all. Before tonight I gave myself online to Daniel. Tonight I’m giving myself to him for real.

“How are you feeling?” There is sincere concern in Daniel’s voice.

“I feel fine, good.” I stumbled a bit over the words. I’m nervous.

“You are doing great.”

“Thanks.” It felt strange to talk to the darkness, but the leather hood karabük escort felt cool and good against my skin. My forehead was a little sweaty. “I can’t really believe I’m doing this. I’m excited. I want to do it. I don’t mean to say that I don’t.” I was stumbling, nervous.

“Don’t worry Mandy. I know you want to do it. I can see it in the way you are tonight. You are wonderful. Of course you are nervous. You’re sitting naked in a car with a man you hardly know! And you’re ready to do anything for him.”

“You are right Daniel.” I was a little calmer, although I could feel my heart beating. I slipped my hand back between my legs. It seemed to help. I felt the car turn into a parking lot. I had to steady myself. The alcohol and the leather hood were disorienting. The car stopped.

“Mandy, we are in a parking lot of a motel. It’s pretty secluded, but not totally. I’m going to go inside and have a shower. I want you to stay were you are. Keep the hood on. Here is a dildo. I want you to work that slowly in and out of yourself while you squeeze and lick your nipples. Don’t come. I’ll lock the car door as I leave. Listen for me, when I unlock the car, that’s your signal to get out and come inside. The door is about four feet away from the front of the car. osmaniye escort Don’t take off your hood.”

“Yes Daniel.”

“Mandy? Are you ready to take it up a notch?”

“Yes Daniel.”

“You are such a good girl.”

I heard the front door open and close. I heard his footsteps crunch in the quiet night. The motel door opened and closed. I was alone. I turned the dildo over in my hands. It felt rubbery and strong and big. I kissed the head, imagining Daniel. I took more in my mouth. Soon it was covered in saliva. I let it fall out of my mouth and flop between my breasts. I gave a nipple a squeeze. I loved to feel the weight of my breasts. I squeezed the whole thing again, hard. The dildo slid lower.

I could hear cars going by but I couldn’t tell how far away they were. I couldn’t hear any people walking. I squeezed my nipple as the dildo found my entrance. Mmm it pushed in and I didn’t care about the people. It pushed all the way in and I shoved my butt forward on the seat. It pushed far in and I put my feet up on the back of the front two seats, my toes touching the roof. I pushed it all the way in and held my breast. I thought about what I was feeling. How good it felt to be doing this, to be alive. I licked my lips and opened marmaris escort my mouth. I wanted to taste Daniel. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to touch me, to feel my breasts. I wanted him.

The locks clicked on the car doors. It took me a minute to register what it meant. I pulled the dildo out so that it ran along my clit. It was wet against my stomach. I licked the head clean, sat up, and opened the door.

The pavement hurt my feet a bit, and it was hard to walk with the hood on, but I managed to feel my way to the front of the car. I let go and walked out, arms outstretched. I felt a window, then siding, then a door. I hoped it was the right one. It opened and I walked inside.

“Close the door Mandy.” The voice was reassuring. “I want you to clean yourself up. You still look beautiful, but you’ve had quite a night. If you keep walking straight ahead you’ll find the door to the bathroom. Once you are in the bathroom close the door. Then you can take off your hood. Have a shower. Relax. Take your time. Have a bath if you’d prefer. You’ve had a bit to drink. I’d like you to clear your head a little before we keep going. But I don’t want your head too clear, so I still forbid you to come! I have some things to do. I’ll be back in about an hour. You have the run of the room, but don’t leave. And you can leave your hood off after you’ve cleaned up. You are beautiful. You are so giving, so open. No matter what you decide tonight Mandy, I’m very proud of you. Enjoy your shower.”

I heard Daniel walk towards me. I felt a warm hand on my cheek. Then, ever so softly, he kissed my lips. “I couldn’t resist” he said. Then he walked out the door.

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Hi I am Mary. Let me describe myself and how I came to be in this situation. I am 25, a successful business woman who is quite dominant at work due to my senior position in the Company, but has always craved the opposite, being a submissive outside of work, I guess a kind of relief from the dreariness of the working and everyday life.

I am 5 foot tall without heels, long blonde hair which was not out of a bottle, a size UK 10 dress with 34c breasts that have very large sensitive nipples, these were pierced and had rings through them. I keep myself fully shaven. I am only 8 stone (about 50 kg) fully wet.

I enjoy sex a lot, but have never settled with any boyfriend for long, relationships always seem to get stale, there is always something missing. I have had a couple of bi encounters but again nothing that seemed to last.

I have a small one bed roomed apartment, nicely furnished if I say so myself, with a king sized four poster bed despite being in it alone most of the time. I eat well and go running to keep myself supple and in shape.

One advantage of the four poster is it enables me to practise some self bondage, something I really enjoy after the stresses of the work day, and I guess I knew deep down I wanted more than self bondage, to be able to give control of myself to another was my dream.

And so it was that I started chatting to a couple in a bondage chat room. Well at first it was the guy, Philip, who approached me for a chat, he seemed very real, and we soon got down to what I was looking for, he claimed he was a well practiced Dom, was 47 years old, 6 foot 3 inches tall and kept himself in shape, he sent the usual pictures including one of his cock which looked large and fat.

I guess we chatted about various things over a period of about a month and how he would treat me, and each time we finished our chats I found myself to be wet with excitement and this often resulted in my using my dildo to please myself.

Then he told me that he was married, my heart sunk, as I then believed that this had all been a waste of time. He then went on to explain that as a couple they played separately but also together, they were both Dom and Domme, and had playmates, but also attended events specifically for BDSM players.

Intrigued we continued chatting so I could find out more about both of them. His wife Amanda was 43, and large, dress size 26 he told me, but despite that was fit and very sexual. She was also bi like me.

Anyway to cut a long story short we eventually agreed to meet socially after work one Friday. The meeting was to be at a local coffee shop attached to a garage on the outskirts of town. We could both drive there and there was plenty of parking. I have to say I was both apprehensive but excited as well, could this be the missing thing in my life, he had made it very clear that he would hurt me as well as giving me pleasure, we had discussed limits and safe words so the scene was set.

If we got on during the meeting then I would follow him back to his house which was out in the country and hard to find, and stay for the weekend to see if we wanted to take it further.

And so the Friday came round all too quickly and I was starting to have doubts, was this really what I wanted? I am a proud woman and having made the arrangement to meet I would not back out, that did not stop me feeling a little scared of the possibility of ‘giving’ myself to two people I did not really know.

I went to the toilet before leaving work, checked my fethiye escort make up, I was wearing what I call my power suit, a pin stripe suit in dark grey, skirt just down to my knees, a white blouse buttoned down the front, and jacket, and my 4 inch black heels, my normal dress for a working day.

Satisfied I looked good I went down to the car park and drove to the meeting place, got out, smoothed my skirt down and entered the coffee shop. I did not see them immediately as they had found a booth at the back, quite secluded and away for other customers. I put my best smile on and approached them.

Philip watched me as I approached, he stood up, and in a deep voice said “Mary glad you could make it.” and signalled that I should sit beside him in the booth, Amanda was watching smiling as I sat down and sitting opposite us.

As I slid into the booth he said “What would you like to drink.”

I replied nervously “Just a Latte please.” He leaned towards me and softly said “You will always address me as Master, now what did you want?”

“Just a Latte please Master.” I replied almost without thinking.

He smiled as he left to get my coffee. I looked at Amanda, while she was a large lady as Master had said she was very bubbly and well dressed, and she smiled at me saying “Don’t worry dear, you can call me Mistress, his bark is sometimes worse than his bite.” She then chuckled to herself, but it did put me at ease somewhat.

When he returned with my coffee he sat next to me and we chatted like normal people for ages, discussing mainly what they wanted from me and what I was looking for, which to be honest I wasn’t sure about but I was open and honest about that and they said they understood.

After about an hour chatting Master said “Mary we would like it if you came back and stay with us for the weekend so we can get to know each other properly, we will provide all you need, and at the end of the weekend you are free to go to work on Monday as normal. However there is a little task that we want you to perform before you decide.”

I looked at him quizzically but didn’t say anything. “We are short of milk at home so I want you to go to the Garage and buy some. That’s easy isn’t it.”

“Yes Master.” I stammered wondering why he regarded this as a task.

“However,” He continued, “before you go I want to you to go to the toilet with Amanda so she can change you.”

Now I was really confused but replied again “Yes Master.”

He slid out the booth as did Amanda, clutching a bag, and I stood up as well, then I followed Amanda to the ladies. Once there she ordered me into the disabled cubicle, followed me in and locked the door, then told me to strip naked. I looked at her in amazement and consternation, “Don’t disobey me girl or you will be on your way home alone.”

I started undressing and was soon naked as the day I was born. I could see she was admiring my trim body and before I could do anything she had her hand between my legs feeling my naked pussy, “Nice to see it excites you,” as she felt my dampness.

“Now you will put these things on, then when we leave you will go straight to the garage and get some milk.”

She then pulled out what I was to wear from her bag. A pair of hold up fishnet stockings which I pulled up my legs, next was a sexy g-string that covered almost nothing, just my pussy, a short t shirt was next with the emblem on it ‘I love cock’ and finally a micro mini that I doubted would cover my ass. The final thing was some ‘come fuck me heels’ in bright red. The heels that were at least 6 inches, not so easy to walk in, I would have to be careful. She then applied some very red lipstick to me and stood back.

“How easy it is to turn someone into a whore darling.” She said before chuckling again, turning me around and patting my ass. With that she unlocked the door and pushed me out, handing me a five pound note, “now off to the Garage with you, we will be watching, do this and we can be on our alanya escort way home.”

Blushing bright red I tried to pull the skirt down a bit, then left the toilets and walked as quickly as I could while being careful in the heels through the coffee shop, seeing Master grinning at me and I was sure other customers were staring, but I walked out into the cold evening, feeling the breeze under my skirt, and my nipples harden as they got cold, exciting me even more.

I walked across the forecourt and into the garage, found some milk which was on the bottom shelf so I had to bend to get it showing all, then I went to the counter to pay. The attendant was leering at me as he took the money and gave me change. As I turned to leave he blew me a kiss, and I hurried as much as I could to get out of there.

As I left I saw Master and Mistress getting into their car, so I headed that way. As I got there Master had his window down and took the milk form me passing it to Amanda, before saying “Give Master a kiss you whore.”

I bent into the car to do as he asked and he ‘accidently’ hit the horn, making people turn and look, what a sight I must have been bent into the car my ass on show for all, I looked as if I was trying to get him to solicit me. I pecked him on the cheek and stood up, and he smiled “Get in your car and follow us home, then the real fun can begin.” He passed me my car keys.

I hurried to my car, unlocked the door and collapsed into the driver’s seat, glad to be out of view of the public. When I had clamed down I looked at myself, I could not believe what a whore I looked, and there was a stain to the front of my g-string showing how excited this little episode has made me. I started up and followed them out of the forecourt.

We drove for about 15 minutes and pulled into the drive of a large modern house in the country which had outbuildings and obviously some land around it, it was hard to tell as it was now getting dark. I got out the car as did they and they beckoned me to follow them, which I did coming to the front door which Master opened and ushered me in.

Master had told me that they were independently wealthy, that he had a large on line business which he ran from home and that they lacked for nothing. The house certainly proved that. I was ushered into the lounge which was beautifully and expensively furnished.

I sat in the chair they indicated and Master said, “For you this is a trail weekend under our control, we are pleased with you so far, but we will test you this weekend to see if you are suitable to take up a position with us. We do not want to affect your day to day work life and you may go back to that at any time, but if you pass then we will offer to have you live here with us as our toy whore slave.”

“There are certain rules which you will learn as we go along, obey and you will be fine, disobey and you will be punished severely, is that understood.”

I nodded my head not really knowing what to say.

He raised his voice, “IS THAT UNDERSTOOD.”

“Yes Master.”

“Good now give me your car keys.” I handed them to him, knowing this was the first step to giving myself to them as I could not run away especially as it was cold outside and I was dressed like a whore.

In the meantime Amanda had a camera out and was snapping pictures of me dressed as I was.

He picked up a bell and rung it, and a few moments later a young woman appeared in a maids uniform. “This is Melissa, she is our Maid and will look after any needs you have.”

Amanda gave Melissa her bag, “Make sure these are cleaned and ready for first thing Monday, when Mary will need them for work.”

“Yes Maam.” Melissa replied taking the bag and disappearing.

“Right I have a few things to deal with, Amanda will you show Mary around please.”

“It will be my pleasure,” Amanda replied, standing up and pointing me towards the door.

We did a tour of the house and she showed me that for this part it was just manavgat escort a normal 4 bedroom house, all well decorated and fitted out. Then we arrived at what appeared to be a separate wing. She unlocked the connecting door and ushered me in.

“This is our play area, we keep it separate from the main house and only guests are invited in here, this will be your quarters for the weekend, and if you decide to live here.”

There was a short corridor with two doors on one side and one on the other. The two doors to the left I can only describe as being like police cell doors, not that I have been in a police cell, but they were metal, and I could see there was only a handle on the outside as both were slightly ajar.

She swung one door fully open, saying “This would be your bedroom, and place to live when we have no use for you.” She allowed me to look inside, there was a comfortable looking metal bed but with restraints built into each corner, a toilet in the corner and an armchair. There was also what appeared to be a chest of drawers and a wardrobe and a mirror fitted to the ceiling above the bed.

“The shower when you are allowed one is next door.” We moved to that room, and there was, as she said, a shower, also a weird chair that you could be strapped to, together with another toilet. It was set up like a wet room with a central drainage point and a hose fitted to a tap in the wall, I assumed for cleaning.

Then we moved to the last room. This room was fully kitted out as a dungeon, it included all kinds of furniture mostly secured to the floor from a St Andrews Cross to an old fashioned rack for stretching to whipping benches and some things that I could not guess what they were for. There was also a large circular bed in the centre of the room.

She smiled at me and said “I think you will be very happy with us, but it’s for you to decide on Sunday night, until then just try to enjoy your time here. With that she pushed me into the first room and slammed the door behind me. I saw straight away there was no way of getting out from inside, it had to be opened for me to be able to get out. She looked at me grinning through the door, “You will find something to wear in the cupboard and the top drawer, get dressed and we will come for you when we are ready.”

I heard her heels disappear, then the door outer slammed and I heard it lock, and then silence.

I looked around my room, scared now at what I had got myself into. I sat in the chair and cried, not entirely knowing why, it was just so overwhelming but I guessed this was part of a test to see if I could stand this life, should I choose to stay beyond Sunday.

I opened the top drawer of the chest and took out what had been left there. It comprised of a pair of knickers, a small leather bra, some metal wrist and ankle cuffs and a wide metal collar. On closer inspection I realised that both the knickers and bra had tiny pins fitted to the inside, these were not going to be comfortable, but I guess that’s not what they were meant be. The collar and cuffs were lockable but there were no keys so once fitted I could not take them off.

I carefully fitted the collar which was quite tight and snapped it shut. I did the same with the cuffs. Then I put the knickers on, feeling the little pins digging into my labia and ass a I pulled them up, then it was the turn of the bra, it was a c cup so fitted well but I struggled to get the strap done up, I had to pull it tight to get it started on the first hole and this immediately made the pins dig into my sensitive breasts and nipples.

I then lay on the bed, it was hard to sit down with these knickers on, and saw my reflection in the mirror, already I looked like the submissive girl I wanted to be, and I felt myself dampen in anticipation of what was to come.

Not knowing how long I had to wait I got up and checked the wardrobe, all that was in there was a very full set of petticoats and a very short topless maids uniform. I slipped it on, it was well fitted at the waist and I remembered I had at one point give Master my measurements. The skirt barely covered my bum and by the time my petticoats were on that lifted it even more, my knickers were showing to the world.

I sat gingerly in the chair and waited, the excitement building in my pussy making it wetter as I contemplated what they might do to me.

To be continued…

Nathaniel continues to interact with the woman he has met.

* * * * * * * *

My third visit was a longer stretch than from the first to second, but still shorter than before I had found this masochist who delighted in my treatment. I had to admit that she intrigued me. There were thralls at the Temple who were similar, but I had not heard of one who took as much pleasure as Madeline seemed to.

She was waiting for me when I entered, head bowed and naked. On top of the dresser were a various supply of things. Whips, paddles, switches, straps and canes along with three different sizes of vibrators. Ropes, restraints, clamps and blindfolds were arranged behind the implements.

I picked up a switch as I passed the surface and stood in front of her. Pausing in front of her, I waited for her eyes to come up to mine. When they did, I lifted her chin to make her sit back on her heels.

“Hands.” I instructed her. Obediently she laced her fingers behind her head. I looked her over, tense and waiting. Her nipples were stiff in anticipation and her mouth parted to control her breathing.

SWISH

The switch came down on her right breast near the top. A thin red line was immediately apparent. She closed her eyes and shoved her chest out for more treatment.

SWISH SWISH

Two more marks followed, the second one hit her left nipple. She squealed, followed by a moan.

SWISH

I slowed my strikes knowing that I was going to be using more than just this. I removed my clothes and her eyes followed my cock as it came free of my pants.

SWISH

The next strike got a moan from her and I watched as she waited until after the strike and crept forward about six inches. Once there she thrust her chest back out for me to have easier access. It continued for the next four strikes.

SWISH move SWISH move SWISH move SWISH move

Now she was close enough I could feel her breath on my cock which she leaned forward and gently licked. I moaned and she took it as encouragement to slip closer to take me into her mouth.

SWISH SWISH

I struck her on the back as she sucked. A moan slipped out of her mouth around my cock sending vibrations through the sensitive shaft.

SWISH SWISH SWISH

She didn’t moan every time I struck her, but almost. My aggression needed something more. I shoved her off me, sending her tumbling across the rug.

“I’m sorry Sir, please Sir. Let me please you,” she immediately crawled back to my feet, clutching my legs. “Please Sir, tell me what I did. I’m sorry.”

“Get the strap.” I commanded, ignoring her grovelling. Fast as a breath she bolted over, retrieved the item and was back on her knees. Her hands held the strap up over her head. A twist of her hair set her back to work on my cock which she eagerly did.

SNAP

Her moan was louder and she was more enthusiastic around me. Pleasure and aggression were fighting inside of me, one unable to get an advantage of the other.

“If you stop, I will deny you.” I threatened. Her head bobbed in a nod, eyes closing in anticipation. I brought the strap back, flicking my wrist forward.

SNAP

The blow landed in the middle of her back. A moan came out more in her nose, her lips never once leaving me.

SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP

I moaned the effect her ministrations were having on me. She moved the last little amount she could and brought her hands up to assist. As I felt the back if her throat, she responded with her swallowing motion.

“Get ready.” I told her through another moan. “I’m going to beat you. If, when I start you cease what you are doing, I will tie you up here and leave you. Tell me you understand.”

She zonguldak escort retreated off my cock, her tongue being the last to break contact. Keeping her eyes on my feet she nodded. “I understand, Sir.” was the only comment she made before returning to her work.

SNAP SNAP SNAP

I felt myself beginning to calm. The sensation on my cock and the violent act of whipping her was coming back to balance.

SNAP SNAP SNAP

She continued to try and swallow my cock and I felt the pleasure starting to build at a rapid pace.

SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP

I continued to beat her through my climax feeling her shudder and moan, struggling to obey my commands.

Once I finished, I shoved her off my cock, and brought my arm back for a last strike. She rocked back from the force of my push, starting to tumble over backwards.

SNAP SNAP

My final two strikes landed on her tender nipples, one than the other. She responded with a scream that continued for over a minute. When she was finished, she lay panting, eyes closed.

It took her a moment to compose herself, but thankfully for her, both of us probably, I was nearly spent. She looked up from the floor to see my state of mind. I hadn’t called her by her name so she could only assume that my control was still in effect. She got on her hands and knees.

“Thank you Sir. Thank you.” she told me, her eyes on the floor.

Even though I was a thrall, and usually a undersexed one, even I couldn’t recover that quickly for another round so fast. I wouldn’t let her sit idle for long, lest my rage build before being completely sated.

I took a moment to look over the abuse I had dished out so far. The lashes from the switch were barely visible under the strap marks.

“Get the crop. Quick or I will make it the cane.”

She scampered to her feet, trying to comply with my demand. The one she brought back had a piece of leather about five inches long and about two inches wide. I took it from her hands, seeing her smile as she watched me test it.

She sank back to her knees. “Please Sir. I can’t wait, Sir.” her voice was not a whisper, but not loud enough to be considered a voice.

I circled her, feeling more like hunting her. I swatted the stick onto my hand, trying to figure out where would bring out the best scream.

Down on her left hip, about the size of the pad of my thumb was a tattoo. It was new, still scabbed from healing. In impressive detail was the first picture from the cartouche on my ankle. The N.

“What is that?” I demanded, my attention averted

“A tattoo, Sir. Your initial. I wanted to remember you, Sir.” she explained, her eyes still locked on mine to see my reaction. I reached down and brushed my finger over the healing wound, hearing her intake a breath as I touched her.

“Why did you do that?”

“Even if you never take me, Sir, I will never forget you. I wanted something to remember you, Sir.”

I scoffed at her, showing more disdain than I felt. I hadn’t realized exactly how attached she had gotten.

“I will give you something to remember me by. Up!” The crap swung and she barely made it past the edge as the crop swished by her. Her hands went immediately to her head.

“Not bad.” I commented. “Close your eyes. If I see them open I will get a blindfold and the cane. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Sir.” she repeated. I found that question better than just a yes/no which they could agree or refuse without paying attention to the question.

“Good girl.”

She shook slightly, her sight taken from her. “Thank you Sir.” she said licking her lips.

I bursa escort waited for long moments, to see if she would break first, but she didn’t. I lay the first strike across the back of her right leg. Her head turned to where it had come, listening for sounds of my movement. She had no idea I could be silent when I needed to be. Benefits of a thrall.

SMACK SMACK

I delivered two more strikes from opposite sides, not letting her know where I was. Her breath was now panting, waiting for me to deliver more pain wherever I desired.

And I was starting to.

SMACK SMACK

The next strike landed just under her breast, a sensitive spot, followed by one to the back of her left knee.

A sharp intake of breath followed by a moan was my answer.

“Thank you, Sir. Please give me more.” she said starting to shudder.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Her moan was deeper and I saw she was starting to squirm.

SMACK

She was not expecting just a single blow and she turned her head to try and hear the rest, but I paused at one.

Instead of striking her, I ran the piece of leather up her leg to her hip, then repeated it on the other side.

“Oh, Sir. Thank you.” she moaned as I dragged the crop around her body. “Please, Sir, may I?”

“No.” I told her snapping the tool against her ass. I saw fluid running down her leg.

“Yes, Sir.” she stuttered out. “More please, Sir.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Oh my God, Sir. Please Sir, may I?” she begged, eyes still closed.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Her moan was drawn out, her body shook but I still did not speak. Feeling my aggression building again, not abating, I growled in frustration.

“No.” I growled.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

My next assault was rough, rapid and harder. One final strike had her writhing on the floor, screaming her intense release.

My hand grabbed her hair. “Did I say you were allowed?”

“Sir, I…no Sir. I’m sorry sir. she spoke quickly both from her climax and also to try and appease me.

“You will be.” I promised her. I saw her shudder and rub her thighs together. She was aroused by the prospect.

I moved a picked up a vibrator from the assortment. She watched me as I came up to her. I twisted the base of the tool feeling it start to move and grabbed her hair. I wanted to put my hand under her chin, but knew I would be tempted by the pulse in her neck.

Drawing her to her tip toes I shoved the tool into her dripping cunt. As soon as it touched her I watched her face panic. I wasn’t hurting her, but she knew that in her state, she could not wait for me to give permission as soon as she would want.

“Sir, please Sir. I’m sorry.” she repeated over and over. Her breath became ragged. “Sir, please, may I? Oh God, Sir, please.”

“Go ahead. You wouldn’t wait before, now I’ll make sure you don’t have to.”

I retrieved rope from the dresser and snaked it around her legs, drawing them close together, holding the intruder inside her. She moaned as she was overwhelmed with sensation. As her hands came down to assist the vibrator I caught them and brought them back up.

She bucked as pleasure overcame her. Her breath was in pants as she realize that I wasn’t going to release her. Shaking her head she tried to deny that her body was reacting again. Her nipples were erect as she started to moan in pants.

I let her ride out three more before pulling the rope free and finally stopping the stimulation. I saw tears in her eyes as she recovered for a moment.

“I’m sorry Sir. I am so sorry. Thank you, Sir.” her voice wasn’t quite a babble malatya escort yet, but it was getting faster speaking.

I let her remain empty for about three minutes before I pulled her by the leg to me on the bed and buried my cock in her in one thrust. A moan escaped her lips again and her legs came around me, pulling me closer. I reached out and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple as I did.

“Oh, Sir. Thank you Sir.” she moaned. “Fuck me, Sir. Oh…” despite herself and what I had made her endure, she was still aroused.

I pounded her roughly, my hand smacking her outer leg back toward her ass. The other kneaded her breast before taking turns in smacking both. “You will give me one more.”

“Oh, Sir, I don’t think I can. Please, Sir.”

A harder smack had her gasp, followed by a smack on her breast. “I don’t remember asking. I said you will. You will not like disappointing me.”

“Sir…I…”

I thrust faster, my own climax building. I moaned, my head back, letting it start to overcome me.

“Now.” I commanded moving my hand from her breast to smack her cunt I was pounding. She screamed and convulsed as following my commands drowned her in pleasure. A moment later I let loose, filling her.

As I retreated I saw her eyes closed, breath steady. Although our session had gone further yet, it did work. My aggression was gone. In the back of my mind I wondered how much longer that would be true.

I was dressed as she opened her eyes, finding me pulling my shoes on. Getting up from the bed she moved to her own pile of clothes.

“If you don’t mind me saying, I don’t know if what you are doing is helping, Nathaniel.” Madeline’s voice was soft as she dressed.

The only times we had to talk was in the time after I released her. After my rage had been sated and I was myself. I looked up at her after her comment. “What do you mean?”

“You obviously do this to stop yourself from doing something worse.” she explained. “But every time I have seen you, it goes further.”

I couldn’t argue with her assessment, but I refused to acknowledge it to her. “Too much for you?”

She gave me the smile close to the one on her lips as she sucked my cock. “Oh no.” a shake of her head emphasized her comment. “You have pushed me past my previous limits, but that’s one of the reasons I like doing this. And one of the main reasons I come running whenever you call.”

“What do you do, when not here?”

Her hands folded in her lap. “I am a lawyer.” she brushed her disheveled hair back trying to show me what she looked like.

A chuckled barked from me. “Of course you are.”

Her head tilted, curious. “Why? What do you do when not here?”

“Drugs, gangs, whores.” I told her. A moment later she echoed my chuckle.

“Of course you are.” she nodded. “No wonder you know about this place.”

“I own this place.” Well, not exactly a lie. As much as a human needed to know.

She watched me and considered my words, then smiled. “Would you be in the market for a lawyer who would happily suck your cock under your desk all day?”

I cleared my throat, feeling myself stirring at her bluntness. “As…invigorating as that sounds, I have to pass.”

“I’m sorry. I forgot you are back in control. Should I ask you next time?” she asked.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?”

“I can see you from here, Nathaniel.”

I shifted in my seat, called out.

She stood and walked over to me. Waiting at my knee, she waited until I looked up at her. “Yes?”

“I would never normally do this…” she trailed off as she gathered her courage. “May I kiss you?”

I pulled back, surprised by her question. I traced a finger over the red marks on her arms. She waited, starting to shift from foot to foot, nervous this time.

“No.” I told her. “That’s not why I have you here.”

She bent her head as an answer. “I understand. You are the first one I have ever asked.”

I stood and left the room.

“Let’s go.”

It may have been hard to hear me over the blaring music, but she nodded immediately. We fled the dance floor and hurried out of the club. I held her hand as we made our way down the winding streets of Bari Gotic. She was a sight to see. She wore a simple low cut black top that allowed plenty of her breast to show. On her feet were the red flats we had purchased earlier.

“Here,” she said handing me the keys to the apartment. Fumbling, the right key finally found its way. We made our way up the stairs and inside. She rushed into the bathroom to pee. I took out the bag from the store and smiled. The door opened and she came out.

“Strip.”

Right away she took her top off and unclasped her bra. Her massive breasts fell out. Her nipples were already pert. As she took off the black jeans her scent began to fill the tiny apartment. My cock was stiff.

Finally her pink panties fell to the floor. Stepping out of them, her dangling labia was free. I often asked her if her pussy had always been that way, or if it was the result of fucking so many huge dicks in college. She would laugh and say the latter.

I handed her the hood. She took it and began covering her head. Her long dark hair was completely hidden. Only her brown eyes and large lips were visible beneath the black cloth.

“What next?”

I handed her the gloves. She chose them that afternoon. We had been to many sex stores before. This time was different. Perhaps it was being in another country. She always accompanied me like a bored child, letting me chose whatever I pleased. This time she led the way, straight past the dildos towards the leather and latex. She asked which I wanted her to wear, replaying my many fantasies with a learned accuracy. üsküdar escort

She pulled the gloves up her arms. She smiled as she rubbed her hands together, covered in latex for the first time.

“Do you like them?” She asked as she moved towards me. I undid my belt as she reached down to my crotch. I began kissing her as she unzipped my jeans. I was mesmerized as I felt the latex gloves pull my cock out. I reached around her ass and began fingering her wet pussy. She moaned as my fingers slid in her loose cunt.

“Get on your knees.” I said, managing to pull myself away.

“Yes daddy.”

“What are you?”

“Your filthy whore.”

“What else?”

“A dirty pig.”

“And what do pigs sound like?”

She began to oink very quietly. I turned her around and bent her over. I picked my belt up and pulled it tight. She shouted as I slapped it across her ass. It left a large red mark.

“Louder, pig.”

She squealed much louder this time.

“Are you read for you tail, you fucking pig?”

She nodded as I grabbed the last items from the bag. I dripped some lube over her asshole and began rubbing it in. She squirmed as I forced a finger in her tight hole. As loose as her beaten cunt was, her asshole was as tight as the virgin Mary’s. I stuck another finger in.

“How does that feel, pig?”

“It hurts” she whimpered.

I smiled and took my fingers out. Then I took the anal plug out. I rubbed some lube on the end and then shoved it up her ass. She buckled forward, but it was already lodged up her ass. The end had a small leather tail dangling out.

I looked her over. She was on all fours on the floor, her tits dangling. gaziemir escort She was not the beautiful girl I had spent the evening dinning and dancing with. She was a pitiful shit willing to do whatever I demanded.

“What do pigs like to eat?”

“Asshole.” She responded.

I took the rest of my clothes off. Then I wrapped the belt around her neck. I walked her to the bedroom. The latex gloves squeaked and the tail dangled as she crawled over.

I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I yanked the belt and pulled her head to my ass. Without hesitation she began licking my balls and working her way down. I moaned as I felt her tongue work it’s way around my anus. I grabbed her head and began choking her in my ass, finally feeling the tongue forcee it’s way inside me.

I let her breath before I guided her up to my cock. She choked as I forced her down every inch of my dick. I saw tears beginning to soak the hood near her eyes.

It was time to start fucking my pig. I pulled her up onto the bed and lay her on her back. After taking the belt off, I lifted her legs over my shoulders. I felt her perfectly shaven pussy.

“What do you want now?” I asked.

“Your cum.”

“Where?”

“Inside my cunt.”

I slid my cock inside her. It was loose, warm, and wet. I pushed into her as hard as I could, slamming into her ass and cunt. She yelped in pain. Her eyes were shut and she grinded her teeth as I pushed deeper into her.

“Ahh!” She yelled. I wrapped my hands around her neck and began choking her.

“What are you?”

“Ahh…! A filthy pig! Easy!”

I slapped her on the face. She winced. I choked her harder as sancaktepe escort I fucked her.

I pulled out and pushed her to the side. I laid down and told her to climb on me, so that her huge ass was facing me. Her tail rested on my stomach as she settled on my cock. This was more comfortable for her. I enjoyed watching her ass jiggle and her tail flop around.

“What do you want, pig?”

“I want your cum inside me!” She cried.

“Why?”

“I want you to breed me, I want you to breed me like an animal!”

I grabbed her ass as and I shot my load in her. She cried out. I pushed her off me and put her back on all fours. I fingered her, and soon my hand was covered in cum and pussy juice.

I put my hand on her face and she licked it clean, sucking on my fingers like she had my cock earlier. I was getting hard again watching her.

“You need more to clean, don’t you?”

She looked puzzled.

I reached behind her and pulled her plug out. She squirmed.

“Clean your ass off of this.”

She winced and turned her head away. I slapped her as hard as I could and she began to cry. I grabbed her chin and held her head up and forced the dirty plug into her mouth. She began to suck it, eventually working her tongue over it. I wondered how such a beautiful girl could be made so filthy. I smiled.

“I need to clean you off.” I said as I finally took the plug out of her mouth. I wrapped the belt around her and pulled her towards the bathroom.

“Get in the shower.”

She crawled in. I admired her body. She was the pinnacle of everything I had wanted a woman to look like. In two years of constant fucking I was still instantly aroused by her curves. Now she lay slumped over in the shower, her face hidden and her neck red from the belt.

“Pathetic.” I turned the shower on cold. She shouted and reached grabbing the shower handle. I let her work it out as I left the barroom and shut the door. I went back into the bedroom and opened the curtain. I pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke. Looking over the old city’s skyline, I felt tired.