The chill finally banished, I sink a little lower in the bath, lulled by the gently flickering candles and soothed by the rich, warming scents of rose and cinnamon. I shake my hair free of its final clasp, and lean back, turning my head a little, watching my already damp and limp locks tumble into the water, where they swirl and coil, as if imitating the dance of a sea anemone. A childish game, but one that never fails to make me smile. Not all the games I play are as innocent. My smile broadens, and I shiver involuntarily as a chill memory kisses my hot damp skin with its frosted lips.

The door opens, and he enters, proffering the olive branch, disguised as a mug of tea. I study his face as I reach for it, sitting up and causing a mini tsunami of pink foam and hot silky water. Greedily I swallow the strong liquid, feeling it coursing down my still dry throat, refreshing me, helping to replenish all the fluids lost earlier, in the heat of the moment.

In the heat of the moment!!

“Bastard” I mutter, grinning as the significance of that particular turn of phrase makes me think back to just a couple of short hours ago..

I didn’t have the energy left to cry even. I felt as if I were melting, the heat itself unbearable enough, but my own sweat, trickling in rivulets down between and under my breasts, flooding down my back and seeping from every pore of my baking body was adding to the discomfort a hundred fold. I moaned and writhed, trying to gain some relief from this relentless blast of super-heated air. I pulled at my bonds, not caring if it rubbed my wrists raw, the need to scratch my head, itchy beyond belief under the weight of my hair, was paramount. I was burning up, wet and sticky with sweat, and I was sure I was starting to smell. If I could have cried, I would have, believe me! In that particular instant all I was feeling was sorry for myself. My eyes were stinging, part sweat, part running eye make up, and I would have sold my soul for a drink of cool water. I ran my fuzzy tongue across equally dry lips, licking even at the grimy sweat beading on my upper lip and my chin.

I’d expected something soon of course – no sex for nearly a fortnight coupled with over-acted yawns and feigned exhaustion made it obvious that my beloved had plans. And I had been eager in my anticipation, dressing with care each day, selecting underwear which was cut a little more intimately than the norm, feeling a little nauseous with excitement in the pit of my stomach whenever I went anywhere, because today might be the day. THIS might be the journey. But nothing had happened.

I had even – the thought made my burning cheeks flush even redder – taken to playing with myself in the toilet at lunchtime this past week.

Resting one foot on the toilet seat and with the other leg spread wide, I would lean my back against the cubicle wall and retreat far into myself in my head.

With eyes closed and teeth sunk into my lower lip to remind myself not to cry out, I would spread my pussy lips wide with one hand while I rubbed myself to orgasm with the fingers of the other. It was brief, frantic and very unsatisfactory. It brought relief for a few seconds, relief which was rapidly swallowed up by even more desperate lust.

The fantasy scenarios I ran through in my head were increasingly humiliating and degrading and the taint of these often lingered with me through the afternoon, making me more demanding and harder to please where work was concerned.

Typically, that had been my undoing today.

A routine contract signing should have been a walk in the park, maybe even beneath my swiftly rising star. Except that it was exactly that attention to every minute detail that had helped me rise to my current position, and I fully intended to go much further. I liked going all the way, you might say.

Accordingly, I’d stubbornly scrutinised the documents, ignoring my current boss’s slightly risqué comment that he could find me something better to do than checking his work.

Maybe he noticed the air of sexual tension that I surely was giving off?

Whatever the cause, I smiled grimly when I noticed the 2 glaring spelling errors, the most notable being the client’s company name itself!

The secretary had already left for the day. The evil mood I was in it was as well for her. In a flash of cold inspiration I swiftly re-typed the document, and waited until seconds before the client was due. Lingering by the window I saw his car glide into its reserved bay, and I smiled sweetly as my boss shot up from his seat, rubbing his hands and looking for all the world like a modern day Uriah Heep.

Pointing out the mistakes in the contract gave me a rare twinge of conscience as he blanched and clutched at his chest. I wanted to advance in my career, but preferably not through dead men’s shoes! I rushed to soothe him, offering to re-type the contract quickly, in return for a small consideration of course…

Hence my preoccupation on arriving home, richer by £2000 tuzla escort annually, with my own personal assistant. Not bad for 2 minutes typing.

My mind was full of plans for enjoying the extra money, and I was bubbling over at the thought of sharing my news, and seeing the respect and approval glint in his eyes. I just knew he’d appreciate the style that I had executed this particular coup with!

So when the light didn’t come on as I pressed the switch, no warning bells sounded their alarm in my head. I pushed it twice more before giving up, and calling it a rude name. Shrugging off my coat I finally gave in to the ache in my tired feet, so I kicked my shoes off too, and sighed at the instant relief I felt as the firm, cool floor cushion my hot soles.

I closed the front door, shutting out the harsh hallway lighting, and automatically smoothed my crumpled jacket – an aversion to ironing more than was absolutely necessary having prompted an almost compulsive neatness where clothes were concerned.

Turning back to the living room I picked up my briefcase and padded softly onwards, resolutely ignoring the probability that my stocking-clad feet were leaving sweaty marks on the silky polished wood of the floor.

My mind had raced ahead of me and was mixing a drink in the kitchen.

I thought I’d allow myself the luxury of a pre-dinner drink tonight, although it would have to be a take-away dinner – the flat was obviously empty, and I had work still to do. I would order from the deli on the corner, and he could collect the food on his way home to me, provided I could reach him. Thank heavens for mobile phones, I thought, already tasting the tang of an Italian sandwich, pungent with garlic and herbs, and rich with sun-dried tomatoes. I’d got as far as contemplating some lemon cheesecake for dessert when the creak of a floorboard snatched me rudely from my gastronomic daydream, and before I could look round an arm was around my throat, squeezing, and a voice, harsh and unnatural, hissed at me not to move.

Good advice, totally ignored.

Shock and panic took over and of course I moved. I struggled and kicked backwards, clutching at the choking arm. I wasn’t thinking, I could feel the rough stubble grazing my soft cheek, stinging a little, and I could smell cheap aftershave and old leather. My struggles increased as a surge of fear pumped up the adrenalin, coaxing my muscles to fresh effort, and I felt my elbow hit something, but it was my arm that hurt, and brought tears to my eyes. Gasping and seeing my focus blurring, I stopped fighting and just sagged, holding onto the sleeve across my neck and desperately trying to draw a deep breath. I didn’t want to faint now; I needed my wits about me.

The fact that I didn’t recognise my assailant even then was testament to my distracted state of mind.

I mumbled compliance as he continued to snarl threats of violence, shoving me forwards as he did so, and slamming me against the door. I saw stars, and then brighter super-novas exploded in my skull as the door burst open and he forced me into our lounge – but not our lounge. The lighting dazzled me, and I closed my eyes against it, the strange furniture layout burned into my retinas – a stage, set with one chair for the main participant, and a bare expanse of floor. My fuddled mind tried to make sense of what it was seeing and I offered no resistance as my jacket was torn from me. A brief moment of freedom and I whipped my head around, but succeeded in catching an impression only, and that attempt at defiance earned me pain as my arms were wrenched behind me and I was forcibly dragged and slammed down into the chair. The pain loosened my tongue and I swore at him – it had to be a him – and then yelped as my wrists were pinched tightly by some rough rope.

The feeling of being bound drove me to even more frantic struggles, and a tiny part of my mind was yelling at me, but I couldn’t quite hear what it was saying.

My hair was grabbed roughly, pulling the slides asunder and releasing the red-brown mass to fall over my face.

The glare dimmed, and the blessed darkness, albeit temporary, seemed to clear my mind, and then the illumination was inside my head, as well as in the room, and I realised that this was all part of a new Game!

The ‘attacker’ was the man I loved, and instead of being the relief and comfort that it might naturally be expected to be, it fuelled my rage as surely as petrol would a fire.

How DARE he? And tonight of all nights!

I’d wanted to tell him about my small success, and bathe in his congratulations and the warmth of his smile. And I’d work still to do, and I hadn’t eaten yet. And – my seething was cut short as I felt him fasten my ankles too. I jerked a couple of times, testing the ropes. Strangely, the chair didn’t move. While I was pondering that fact, a thick blindfold covered my eyes, affording me a little relief from the harsh glare of the lights pendik escort – although not from the heat.

I listened and tried to work out what he was doing. Something was being wheeled across the wooden floor. Several something’s in fact. I frowned, trying to imagine what was coming. His inventiveness never ceased to amaze me, and in spite of my anger I felt a thrill of anticipation, tinged with the lust that he always provoked in me.

This could only end in victory for one player, but the raw sex would be fantastic for us both.

And that of course was just the start.

Sex driven by The Game was always powerful, and heady, the climaxes vivid and intense – for both of us – yet the real rewards came later, with the increasing love and intimacy that we created by playing our roles. Our lovemaking took on an almost spiritual feeling afterwards, and I was often driven to tears by the sheer strength of my emotions. Our eyes locked as our bodies merged – it was an awe inspiring experience, and one which I could never get enough of.

But I didn’t want this now!! I wanted to talk, and drink and relax… well, that wasn’t the total truth, already my body was eagerly anticipating the end result, and my pussy was growing damp and itchy. And that annoyed me, because I should be controlling my body, not vice versa.

I was distracted by the noise of switches being thrown, and blasts of warm air hitting my face, and body. My skin prickled and I felt the beginnings of sweat behind my ears and I angrily demanded to know what he was doing.

The condescending “Wait and see Sweetie” accompanied by the pat on the cheek infuriated me, and I jerked my head away from his touch with a curse.

Now, what felt like hours later, I was wondering how to extricate myself from this torturous situation? There was no way I was going to call out to him, not on your life! Besides, it was doubtful that he’d accept an easy victory – he is fully aware that’s not the way we play. He’d know I wasn’t really playing the game if I begged for release – I’m not a quitter, and he knows that. After all, its one of the things that he likes most about me, he says, my spirit. Makes for a better player. I nearly chuckled in spite of my throbbing anger, remembering the satisfaction in his voice when we were discussing it.

Of course, by now my anger was not the only thing throbbing.

My shoulders were aching and my breasts were being forced unnaturally forwards by the angle that my arms were being held at.

My chest was straining at the wet blouse, and the friction of my struggles rubbed my flesh against the sodden fabric, irritating my nipples sensitive tips, and the sweat pooled around them, stinging a little.

Further down, in my wet and clinging knickers, my clitoris was throbbing and pulsing, developing a life of its own and the sexual heat was smouldering, slowly building, and adding to my general discomfort.

I moaned softly, although whether it was physical or sexual release I needed was unclear, even to me.

I wavered between rage and need. I wanted to shout and curse and call him names, I wanted him to release me and apologise for his bad timing. And I wanted him to ask me if I gave in, if I submitted to his mastery of my body, so I could cry yes, oh yes, please please take me now!

As I dripped and fumed I heard a new noise, and felt his presence in the room again. I tensed, listening. I asked what he was doing, although the effort of speaking with my dry mouth was surprisingly tiring, and not expecting a straight answer I was therefore not disappointed when he responded with a quip about the heat.

In spite of being prepared for a gloating remark I was irritated, and let it show as I asked him what he wanted.

He paused, making me wait for his answer, before doing his politician’s ploy of answering a question with a question, namely what am I offering?

I respond with the stock answer of jewellery, it being his for the taking, just take it and let me go.

He really enjoyed pretending to consider the offer, making me sweat – as if I hadn’t done enough of THAT already, before he snatched my necklaces – my treasured necklaces – from my neck, making me wince, and laughed as he threw them to the floor.

“Bastard!” sprang from my lips as I heard the clatter, and in a trice he had his hand twisted into my lank hair, forcing my head up and leaning close into me. I felt the heat of his breath as he warned me not to be stupid and flushing furiously and fighting back tears I muttered my compliance.

He released my hair, and I sagged, and then brightened a little as I heard the heaters being switched off. Perhaps now would come my release?

The relief of having the hot air turned off soon paled as I sat there, wondering what he was doing. I jumped as a pain shot through my temple and I pulled away, only to be brought up short as he gripped my hair, holding my head immobile, and maltepe escort pressed something icy cold to my forehead. Back and forth across my pounding temples he rubbed it, never letting up. As I adjusted to the intensity of the sensation, the liquid that trickled down my face drew a sigh from me, as I reveled briefly in the icy rivulets cooling my burning skin. However, with an unpredictable perversity I soon began to shiver, and my nipples rose to the occasion too, becoming tender, and feeling so exquisitely inflamed.

My sizzling skin soon melted the cube, and I heard another being snapped free. How many did he have?

I quaked a little in my seat, hoping and praying that none would find their way down my back – I have such a sensitive back, and I believe that if he were to put one there, he would probably cause me to faint. Now I’ve never fainted in my life, but just the touch of the ice on my face has had such a shock effect that I cannot conceive what would happen were he to do that to my back.

My sigh of relief is short lived as my lips tingle with the pain of the icy kiss. The cube sticks for a fraction of a second, tugging at already cracked and sore skin, then melts, lubricating itself, and moves on. Ignoring the burning I reach for the ice with my tongue, and lap at the refreshing wetness eagerly.

I imagine my depression was clearly visible as he snatched the ice quickly away from my greedy mouth, and I heard it hit the floor, out of my reach once more.

Dimly I heard him talking about cooling me right down, but I tried to ignore him. My frustration was teetering between arousal and anger, the latter still prodding at me, saying it didn’t WANT to play! So I tried to blank him out, to just sit there, and not react.

Big mistake.

Had I been paying attention, instead of sulking, I might have anticipated his next move, or at least expected the unexpected. As it was, when he teased my blouse away from my burgeoning breasts, I thought it was ripping and fondling time.

No.

It was the express ice delivery, first stop hell. Or somewhere nearly as hot.

I screamed and thrashed in my bindings, my brain quite unable to simultaneously process all the sensations inspired by having the contents of the freezer tipped down my front. Cruel icicle fingers gripped my breasts and delved into my cleavage.

An evil river of ice water laughed its way down my wildly undulating belly, and passed irresistibly through the already wet fabric below.

Maybe I should have been grateful, at least the torrent served to hide the fact that I’d wet myself.

On the brink of hysteria I almost giggled as the thought crossed my embattled mind that zero degrees water made a refreshing change from toilet paper.

Unable to struggle any longer, I tried to relax, to think myself free of this torment. A few self-pitying moans found their way out though, and I found myself unable to get away from the incredible aching in my pelvis. Tension, frustration, desire, and anger – even some pain – all were conspiring to build my emotions to a crescendo where I could no longer label them separately. They just WERE. Intense, vivid, and in imminent need of relief.

I was the human equivalent of a pressure cooker, and my valve was stuck.

A sudden draught called my attention back to the present, to find my drenched knickers being pulled aside, and I struggle in sudden horrified certainty of what was coming next.

Any thought that I should be used to the burning coldness by now were quickly dispelled, as he parted my already gaping pussy lips, and slowly pushed an ice cube up inside me.

In spite of my animosity, and my wailing protests, the ice inside me was strangely thrilling, the numbing and burning take second place to the lust that pulsed through my turgid clitty. I felt the chill excitement spread further, electrifying my whole nervous system as he pushed cube after cube deep into my willing cunt.

Willing, yes, because the more he gave me, the more I wanted, the more I needed.

Finally he stopped, and tugged my knickers back up, leaving me to moan, pant and writhe, desperate for him to do more, to take me further along that road to release.

“Well?”

The word broke through my shivering, tremors that were part cold, part sexual tension.

I shook my head, so reluctant to give in, but so desperate to be fucked to oblivion.

How long can I last?

Not long enough. In his quiet voice he informs me that he has more ice, if I’m still hot…

I shriek and sob my surrender, grateful at least that the struggle is over, sullenly aware that soon too I will be grateful that he has won.

I sat ramrod straight as he tore my sodden blouse open, spilling remnants of cold water and melting ice chips across our floor.

I visualized the resultant puddle dotted with the buttons of my blouse like little emblems of his victory floating on the tide of my surrender.

Another sharp tug and my bra was gone, and the warm air kissed my icy flesh.

As another, hotter touch circled my chilled nipples, one after the other, I moaned and strained forwards, aching for more.

My skirt is torn apart, and the raw sound makes me lick my lips and whimper with need, knowing that soon, oh so soon, my playing will be rewarded.

As she came down from the intense high, David took away the wand, switching it off as he did so. Stephanie continued to experience aftershocks for a while and David just watched, sitting comfortably in his armchair until it was clear that she was recovering. He knew that in her over-sensitised state, the slightest touch would send her spiralling upwards again. Whilst he wanted her completely responsive to his commands and the demands of her own body, he also knew it was imperative not to over-expose and over-stimulate her.

When he was sure she was once again quiescent, he rose from his chair and moved to the head of the bed. Reaching down, he gently stroked Stephanie’s face.

“You have done very well my sub,” he told her, the warmth of approval suffusing his voice. “I am very pleased with you!”

Stephanie leaned her face into her Master’s hand. She was exhausted but buoyed by the approval she heard in her Master’s voice. Deep down a small voice was trying to berate her for having masturbated in front of someone but it was quickly drowned out as her Master continued to soothe her and lave approval upon her. The voice finally fell silent as a wave of contentment washed through her, rinsing away all negative thoughts, leaving only a sense of wonderment and a burning desire to obey her Master and experience the heights of pleasure to which she knew only he could guide her.

“Can you stand?” David asked.

In response, Stephanie sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She wobbled a little as she stood and David swiftly steadied her, placing his arm under hers until she regained her stability. When he was sure she was ready, he lead her back to the bathroom. A hot bath had already been run and he removed Stephanie’s cuffs and collar before helping her step into the steaming water.

She sighed as her body slipped into the hot water and allowed the heat to further relax her. Steam rose around her, wreathing her face and bringing a pink flush to her cheeks.

“Take your time,” David told her, smiling at the look of pure content on Stephanie’s face. “I will send Kristy along later to help you dress for your dinner duties.”

With that, he strode out of the room, leaving Stephanie to luxuriate in the neck high water, her eyes closed as her body relaxed.

She was not sure how long she drifted on the edge of consciousness but eventually she was roused from her semi-somnolent state by the touch of Kristy’s hand on her shoulder.

“Come on sleepy head,” Kristy said laughing. “We have to get you out of here and ready for dinner.”

She helped Stephanie out of the bath then held out a soft, fluffy towel ready. Stephanie wrapped it around herself and checked her hair in the bathroom mirror. It was damp but nothing that a good, hard towelling couldn’t sort out. Her face was still pink from the heat of the bath so she moved over to the washbasin, splashing her face with cold water. The result was that she felt relaxed but refreshed and when she looked in the mirror, the pink was fading from her cheeks and her eyes looked bright and clear. All traces of tension had disappeared and there was now a surety in her eyes that had been absent before. She was surprised at the confident woman looking back at her from the mirror but the image made her smile, the action lighting her face. Kristy drew in her breath as the woman in front of her transformed into a dark haired beauty. She had been pretty before but now, with the added confidence that she had found, that prettiness had turned into something infinitely more stunning.

After drying and styling her hair, Kristy accompanied her back into the bedroom where her outfit for the evening was laid out. There was a different corset lying on the bed. This one was a vibrant scarlet satin with black ribbon trim. A pair of black sheer stockings lay beside it and there was a pair of red, high heeled pumps placed at the foot of the bed. Stephanie decided she would apply her make-up before getting dressed.

She applied moisturiser, over which she smoothed the lightest application of foundation, taking care to blend for a natural look. Next was the mascara which she used to lengthen and thicken her lashes. As she allowed that to dry, she selected the shades she would use for her eyes. A silver green shading to a dark forest green at the outer edges. She finished the look with black eyeliner that she used on both the upper and lower lids. She used a subtle shade of blusher on her cheekbones then set it all with a light dusting of powder. Finally she selected a dark red lip liner and applied it to outline her lips then filled with an equally dark red lip stick. The effect was dramatic but classy and Kristy nodded in approval.

Steeling herself for what was coming next, Stephanie walked to the foot of the bed and placed her hands on the post. Kristy slipped the loose corset over Stephanie’s head, sliding it down until it settled in place.

“Hold on,” she cautioned Stephanie as she started to tighten the laces.

Stephanie endured maltepe escort as Kristy laced the corset tighter and tighter, finally resorting to the special tool for the final time. When she was finished, Stephanie felt as if she were encased in steel but the corset ensured she had a very defined hour-glass shape. She turned around and with gentle hands, Kristy lifted her breasts and ensured they were displayed to perfection with the support of the corset’s shelf. The day’s sunbathing session had given Stephanie’s skin a light golden sheen that contrasted beautifully with the make-up and corset.

Stephanie sat gingerly on the bed, trying to adjust her breathing to accommodate the restriction of the corset. When she felt ready, she picked up the stockings and slowly eased the delicate material up her legs before fastening the lace tops to the corset. She placed her feet into the shoes and Kristy knelt to lock the straps around her ankles.

At that moment, David strode into the room, a new set of cuffs and collar in his hands. He told Kristy to leave them, an order that Kristy swiftly obeyed, then wrapped the scarlet collar around Stephanie’s throat, securing it before commanding her to lie on the bed. Stephanie immediately did as she was told and in short order David had not only wrapped the new cuffs around her wrists and ankles but had also secured them so she was held tightly in place. She was not, however, secured in the usual, spread-eagled position. David had secured her wrists as usual to the head posts but then had used lengths of chain to secure her ankles to her wrists. The result was that Stephanie was left with her pussy and ass completely exposed.

David moved to the set of locked drawers and after unlocking them with a small key, he withdrew several items that Stephanie could not see. He moved back to the bed and Stephanie felt it give as he sat beside her.

Without a word he moved his hand down and let his fingers explore her pussy, sliding them between her folds, finding and rubbing her clit until she moaned in desire and juices started to drip from her pussy. He spread the juices liberally up and down her slit, paying specific attention to the puckered ring of her ass hole. Stephanie moaned again as she felt first one then another of his fingers penetrate her back passage, slowly moving in and out, increasing her desire. When he felt her relax, completely surrendering to his actions, he withdrew his fingers and swiftly replaced them with a butt plug, easing it firmly into her until her sphincter closed around the narrow section.

Stephanie moaned again as the plug filled her back passage but had barely registered the fact when she felt her pussy invaded by another solid object. David lifted her slightly by the hips and fastened a thick leather strap to an attachment at the back of the corset. He drew the strap down over her ass and between her legs. There was a small bulge on the inside of it that when the strap was drawn tight settled hard against Stephanie’s clit. When he was satisfied, David fastened the top of the strap to a second attachment on the front of the new corset. The strap was now held tightly and securely in place, keeping in place the items filling Stephanie’s ass and pussy. She had never felt so full. The dildo was thick and long, stretching her pussy and she could feel it rub the butt plug through the thin partition.

David released her from her restraints and allowed her to rise from the bed. He was not finished, however. Taking Stephanie’s right nipple, he pinched and teased it until it stood proud and erect. Swiftly he attached a slightly bulbous clamp and tightened it until the nipple was held in a vice-like grip. Stephanie moaned, partly in pain but partly in desire as her pussy responded to the stimulus. He repeated his actions with her left nipple and again Stephanie moaned as she felt her pussy getting wet in reaction.

David stepped back and looked at her sternly.

“You will serve dinner tonight in complete silence,” he told her. “I intend to further your training tonight and part of this will be to teach you complete control of your body. I do not expect to see or hear anything other than complete calm and silence for the duration of the meal, no matter the provocation. Any slip will result in punishment tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?”

Stephanie quailed at his words. She had a dreadful feeling that this serving session was going to be far harder than on previous occasions! Nevertheless, she knew what was expected of her and nodded to show she understood.

David noticed her trepidation and his manner softened slightly. He took her chin and tilted it so that she was looking into his eyes.

“Stephanie,” he said gently, “when and only when you have complete control over your body will you be able to experience the greatest heights of pleasure. In addition, as I have said before, I fully expect you to become one of the best submissives I have ever trained and the manavgat escort best submissives get the best Masters, the ones who are deeply invested in the well-being of their submissives. What I do with you now is all aimed at this purpose and if I am pushing you hard, it is because I believe you can take it and will become everything you are destined to be!”

His silver grey eyes held hers captive, the sincerity of his words sinking deeply into her psyche, settling her fears. David watched carefully, his gaze intense as he saw the resolution creep into her eyes and indeed her whole being. When he was sure his words had taken effect, he released her chin and attached a leash to her collar. Giving it a gentle tug, he led her back to the dining room.

When they arrived, Sue and Kristy were already present, Sue sitting at the table with Kristy kneeling deferentially by her side. David took a seat opposite his fiancée and indicated that Stephanie should kneel by his side. Obedient to his wishes, she sank quietly to her knees, automatically placing her hands behind her back and ensuring her legs were as widely spread as possible, her breasts thrust up and out, ready for her Master’s use, should he desire it. Her nipples were already throbbing from the bite of the clamps but she was determined to show no sign of her discomfort.

David and Sue exchanged quiet conversation for several minutes, catching each other up on their days whilst their subs knelt quietly in place. When David was sure Stephanie had relaxed, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pressed a button on the console concealed there. Stephanie went rigid as she was suddenly assaulted by powerful vibrations in her ass and pussy and against her clit and nipples as the vibrators were activated. Within a very short space of time she could feel her pussy get hot and wet and had to resist the impulse to squirm as she felt juices start to leak out around the leather strap and run down the inside of her thighs.

Imposing strong mental restraints she tried to resist the increasing demands of her body, concentrating instead on keeping her breathing regular and even, no easy task as the vibrators continued to stoke the heat building in her! She compressed her lips to prevent a moan from escaping them then almost spoilt everything by sighing in relief as the vibrators were switched off. Just in time she caught herself but her body was crying out in frustration.

“You may serve the appetizer,” David instructed both subs.

How she did it, she did not know but somehow Stephanie managed to rise gracefully to her feet and follow Kristy into the kitchen area. The blonde woman looked over at her understandingly as her eyes picked up the sheen of moisture on the insides of Stephanie’s thighs.

“Your Master obviously thinks very highly of you if you’re already at this stage,” she whispered as they collected the plates containing a terrine of smoked chicken and confit duck with celeriac remoulade.

Kristy took the plates whilst Stephanie took charge of the wine that would be served to accompany the first course, a Leitz Rudesheimer Magdalenenkreuz Riesling Spätlese 2010. Stephanie was surprised to see a white wine accompanying the confit duck but assumed there was a good reason for this.

The first course was served by Kristy but as Stephanie moved to fill the glasses, the vibrators started up once more. She flinched slightly but with a supreme effort of concentration, she managed to pour the wine into the glasses of both Sue and David without mishap. Sue was impressed by her control. She knew how difficult it was to endure this training, having undergone it herself, but the new girl was coping extremely well. It appeared that hidden deep beneath the layer of insecurity, a steel core of determination had lain dormant.

As Stephanie placed the bottle back on the table, David relented as switched off the vibrators, then indicated that Stephanie should take her place by his side once again. As she did so, he ran a nail over her right nipple. She almost gasped as the action sent tremors shooting through her pussy from the over-sensitised nipple and could not prevent her body stiffening slightly. David noticed her reaction and filed it away for discussion later. It was not overt enough to merit punishment but would need to be pointed out to her as an area for improvement.

The couple paid attention to their food, savouring the rich, dense flavours, the acidity of the wine cutting beautifully through to balance and cleanse the palette. Once again David silently blessed his luck in obtaining the services of his chef Christian. The man had such an innate understanding of the balance of flavours and every meal served was a gastronomic masterpiece, leaving the diner pleasantly sated but never weighed down.

When they were finished with the starter, David indicated to the two subs that they should clear. He waited until Stephanie was on her way back to the kitchen before activating şişli escort the vibrators once again. Stephanie paused for a moment to impose strict control on her wayward body which was once again crying out for fulfilment before continuing on into the kitchen. David noted the pause and made a mental note that this would incur punishment the following day.

As Stephanie reached the safety of the kitchen, she hurriedly put down the bottle and glasses and gripped the edge of the counter top, trying desperately to still the tremors running through her body. Kristy looked on in sympathy but did not dare offer any assistance. Stephanie had to learn to deal with this herself and in fact was doing an admirable job. The sheen of perspiration on her skin indicated how hard she was fighting to maintain control.

Stephanie closed her eyes and implacably fought the demands of her body until she finally felt she had a degree of control. When she opened them, she found Kristy waiting patiently for her assistance with the main course. Her mouth started to water as she looked at the beautifully prepared honey and grain mustard glazed lamb shank sitting on the plates. The accompanying tureens were filled with parsnip mash and roasted root vegetables. It had been a long and strenuous afternoon and she was shocked when her stomach rumbled, stimulated by the delicious aromas arising from the plates.

Kristy laughed quietly at Stephanie’s apologetic expression and leaning over, whispered quietly in her ear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell! I’ve been through this myself and know how difficult it can be!”

Smiling gratefully at Kristy for her understanding Stephanie asked what Kristy would prefer to carry in. Kristy took a look at Stephanie and opted to carry the heavier tray containing the tureens of vegetables, feeling that the young woman had enough to contend with already. She led the way back into the dining room with the younger woman following on behind, struggling to balance two hot plates whilst denying the demands of her body. Imposing the strictest control, she placed the plates in front of Sue and David and returned to the kitchen to bring in the wine whilst Kristy served the vegetables.

A 2008 Domaine de la Janasse Châteauneuf-du-Pape had been opened and allowed to breathe and was now placed on the counter, it’s neck wrapped with a snow white napkin. By now Stephanie was desperate for relief, the insides of her thighs were soaking wet and tremors were constantly running through her body. Again she closed her eyes to try and stave off the demands of her body. When she felt ready to continue she picked up the bottle and returned to the dining room, taking great care to pour the wine in a steady, uninterrupted flow. Finally David took pity on her and switched off the vibrators once more.

Stephanie almost slumped in relief before remembering where she was and what was expected from her. Instead she moved to her Master’s side and at his gesture, sank gracefully to her knees once more. She tried her best to keep her breathing slow and even but it took a tremendous effort on her part, an effort that was noticed by David, who kept an unobtrusive but careful eye on her throughout the main course. He noted the tremors running through her that slowly died down as the meal progressed, the sheen of perspiration on her skin indicating how much effort she was putting into maintaining control and like Sue, he was impressed. This young woman was amazing and he felt honoured that she had given her trust to him to mould her into the perfect submissive, something he was now sure she would achieve.

When the main course was finished, the subs were once again instructed to clear. This time David held off from activating the vibrators, believing that Stephanie had earned a break. With relief, she followed Kristy into the kitchen area, placing the empty plates and glasses onto the counter. The final course was laid out in front of them. This consisted of a light and delicate mango tart tatin with crème fraiche ice cream and cognac sauce. To Stephanie’s surprise there was no accompanying wine but she realised that the cognac sauce would more than make up for that.

She followed Kristy back to the dining table, placing the dessert in front of her Master with care before once again sinking to her knees beside him. David allowed her to get settled then once again activated the vibrators. Stephanie’s eyes grew wide as her now highly sensitised body screamed at her for gratification. She couldn’t prevent a small gasp from escaping her lips and looked down in dismay as she sensed her Master’s displeasure. She tried her hardest to remain still and composed for the rest of the dessert course but by the time her Master had finished, she was breathing hard and her eyes were starting to glaze as lust raged through her body.

The vibrators were set at a level that was just slightly lower than that needed to send her over the edge, keeping her hovering on an excruciating precipice. She ached to be able to give herself relief but knew that even if the leather strap had not denied her the opportunity, she would never be able to do so unless given permission by her Master and certainly not in these circumstances! She almost sobbed out loud when the vibrators were once more switched off and she was no longer sure whether that was from relief or frustrated desire!

Chapter 3

I jump in the shower and clean myself up, only interrupted by Tim once as he pokes his head inside the curtain to say, “I love the look of a wet naked body!” He waits until I finish up and then gets in the shower to clean himself of the remains of our earlier fucking. I begin to dry off, but he says, “come over here and wash me.”

“OK”, I say, but he turns to look at me and says “OK, what?”

I remember my place, look at the floor, and say, “yes, Sir.” I return to the bathtub and take the bar of soap and a washcloth, getting some lather worked up. I then start to rub my hands and the washcloth over his neck and shoulders, working up more of a lather as I move up and down his arms and back, stopping just before I reach that cute ass. I do this for a moment more, then drop the washcloth and run the side of my hand between his asscheeks, making sure I get him good and clean there. I pause just for a moment to make sure his asshole is clean (and tickled a bit in the process) and then move to his legs. I use both hands to scrub Tim’s thighs and calves with the soap, making sure I pay equal attention to both legs. He then turns and faces me, presenting his frontside for my attention.

I once again begin at his neck, working my way through the hair on his chest, taking time to make sure his nipples are very clean. Moving my way down his stomach slowly, turning circles as I continue on, I eventually reach the top of his pubic hair. His cock, despite having given me two shots of cum already, is half-hard. I continue to wash, making sure his cock, balls, and taint get lots of attention. His pole continues to harden and I wonder if he wishes me to make him come again, but decide to move on to the front of his legs, giving them the same treatment the backs had gotten moments ago. He does not bring me back to his crotch, so I guess I made the right decision. Once I finish his legs, he tells me, “you can tend to your makeup now”, and he turns to rinse off. I find that Tim has put my toiletries bag on the vanity as promised, along with some jewelry. On the counter is a pair of my diamond-stud earrings and a simple gold necklace. While drying off and applying my makeup, Tim gets out of the shower, runs his hand slowly across my ass, then goes into the other room. I finish, then move from the bathroom to the bedroom to begin dressing, noting that he has dressed in his jeans and a white shirt, and is sitting on the couch. He has laid out a black thigh-high skirt and red button-down blouse for me. No underwear, I note. This will be interesting for me to avoid flashing anyone who wishes a look. I reach for the shirt when I hear him say in a deep, growling voice, “what are you doing?”

I turn with a start and see him standing in the doorway, a serious look on his face. “I was getting dressed…sir” I state uncertainly.

“Did I give you permission?” he growls again. “I said you will remain nude until I say you can dress. Come here.” Tim leaves the doorway and heads for the sitting room.

When I reach the doorway, I see he is sitting in the easy chair again. I walk to him, unsure what to do next. When I reach him, he gently takes my arm and pulls me over his knee. My ass is right there for him to view. Tim doesn’t look for long though, as he lands his open palm on my right asscheek. SMACK! I draw a breath, and then another blow lands. SMACK! I know he is not spanking me nearly as hard as he could, but I still feel the tingling sensation of the blow on my skin. SMACK! A third blow lands. I breathe deeply, trying to steel myself for the next blow, but instead I feel his finger working şişli escort into my pussy.

“You’re wet,” he says. “Since that was supposed to be a punishment, I won’t reward you with another fuck. Go and bend over the arm of the couch.”

I do as I’m told while he goes to the bedroom. I expect further punishment, but instead he returns with the camera and stands behind me.

“Stick your ass out.”

I quickly comply and the flash of the camera goes off, once, twice, and then a third time.

“I got some excellent shots of your red cheeks. I think one even shows my handprint. You can get dressed now.”

I put on my skirt and blouse while Tim watches, then put on the low heels he has given me. I’ve never been really coordinated on high heels, so I’m glad he is allowing me to at least maintain my balance. A slip and fall in public could expose a lot more than I would like to.

Tim escorts me downstairs and out to his truck, my outfit drawing a few surreptitious glances from a group of men in the lobby. His vehicle has been pulled up by the valet, and the young man quickly moves around the truck to open my door. I make my entry as quickly as possible, but as he shuts the door behind me, the smirk on his face is evidence he saw more than I had intended him to see.

We drive to the restaurant, Tim’s right hand gently massaging my inner thigh. His hand pushes my skirt up until I feel cool air on my mound, but his fingers never quite make it to my slit, instead circling and massaging just below my crotch. He continues this torture until we reach the parking lot of the restaurant. He parks, then comes to my side to open the door. Once again, getting out of his truck in this skirt leaves me exposed.

We take a table at in a booth in a dimly lit area at the back of the restaurant. We sit close to each other, close enough that he may reach any part of me easily. Dinner passes nicely with lots of conversation, some of it clean, most of it not, and with him occasionally rubbing my inner thighs, or with quick passes of his fingers over my nipples. He has unbuttoned my blouse to the point where it hangs open enough to allow him easy access, and I think at one point our waitress catches a glimpse of one of my pink-tipped cones.

We finish dinner and make ready to go. As I begin to button my blouse, he gently catches my hand, looks me in the eye, but says nothing. I get the signal clearly enough though, and take my hands away from the buttons. I look down and realize that I will be on display on the way out. My chest blushes a deep red, and can only imagine that it matches the hue of my face.

We make it to the truck without any major incidents and pull out of the parking lot. I’m hoping that we are heading back to the hotel where Tim will scratch the itch in my pussy and let me have the come I have wanted since my spanking, but I quickly see that we are not heading in the direction we came. I turn my hips toward him and open my legs, inviting him to play with my cunt, but he ignores the offer and drives on. Several minutes later we pull into a strip mall and park in front of an adult video store.

Tim once again helps me out of the truck, ever the perfect gentleman, and leads me to the store. I have never been in a porn shop before, but have always imagined them as dirty, dimly-lit places with men in dirty trenchcoats pawing over magazines. To my surprise, when I walk in I find a brightly-lit department store of sex, with toys, videos, and a large assortment of lingerie and clothing. There are certainly lots of men tuzla escort browsing up and down the aisles, but many women, too. I begin to wonder exactly what it is we are looking for here—are we in the market for a new dildo or vibrator? I’m sure there are some sexy things back at hotel for me to wear, but I am unsure if any of my favorite clit-ticklers were included…

We walk past the several rows of toys, many of which I cannot easily identify with a quick glance, and head for the clothing and lingerie. Tim browses the selections, stopping occasionally to pull a teddy or peignoir from the rack and hand it to me. We eventually have a collection of garments and head for the dressing rooms. Each cubicle has a curtain rather than a door, and Tim tells me to go in and try on some things so he can see how they look. I enter the little room and close the curtain as best I can. It is quickly apparent the curtain is not wide enough to cover both sides of the opening. I work the drape a moment more to try and give myself as much privacy as possible, but soon give up and decide to try a black teddy first. Through the cracks on either side of the curtain I can see people moving around outside the changing area, both men and women browsing the selection of clothing and heading for the other cubicles. I quickly unbutton my blouse and then unzip the skirt, leaving me nude except for my shoes. I step into the teddy and begin to bring it up my legs when I glance through the crack and see a stranger looking back! He makes no attempt to hide the fact that he can see me dressing, and continues to size me up. I reach for the curtain to close it tightly, but realize it is useless—it’s just not wide enough to cover. Moving the curtain to one side opens the other even more. I give up and finish dressing, blushing deeply as I do. I note that the teddy covers my pussy and tits, but only in a lacy, filmy way. I call out softly to Tim, “ready”, and expect him to poke his head in for a look.

Instead, Tim pulls the curtain wide open, exposing me fully to my peeper. But he’s not alone. Several other men, and a couple of women, are nearby and turn to look. I start to cover my crotch and breasts, but Tim says, “Let them look. You are definitely worth looking at.” I blush some more, drop my hands, and look at the floor to avoid the stares of my audience. Tim has me turn a 360 for him so he may see both the front and back, nods appreciatively and says, “that’s a keeper. OK, next outfit.”

I begin to pull the curtain shut again, but Tim says, “leave it open. They’ve seen most of you, anyways.” I am blushing deeply and begin to protest, but his look cuts me short. I turn my back to the gathering crowd and pull the straps of the teddy off my shoulders, then slide the fabric down to my hips. I quickly finish the motion by pushing the garment past my ass, crouching a little to bring it down to my feet. I hear several intakes of breath as my cheeks are presented for the waiting crowd.

I quickly grab another outfit, this time a red camisole and pair of tap pants. I step into the pants with my back still to the crowd, then toss the camisole over my head. I then turn and present myself to Tim. Even though this outfit is not nearly as revealing as the first, the crowd watching the show still seem appreciative for what they are seeing.

I slowly turn several times and with that, he says, “next, please.”

I find that I am beginning to warm a little to the idea of being the focus of the crowd’s attention. I begin to pull the top off, once again with my back to the pendik escort crowd, but stop just below my breasts and ask over my shoulder, “what would you like to see next?”

“The gown,” Tim replies.

I decide to tease a bit and drop the camisole back to my waist, then grab the peignoir and pull it over my current outfit. The fabric is long and flowing, and practically see-through. I turn to the crowd and cock my hip, moving my arms with a “ta-da” flourish.

Tim smiles and says, “nice, but I think it would look better without the undergarments.”

“Fuck yeah,” says my peeper. “Let’s see some tits and ass, honey”

Tim smiles and says, ” you heard the man.”

I look down to the floor and in my best innocent voice say, “if you would like, sir.”

I remove the robe, camisole and tap pants, still facing away from the crowd. I return the peignoir to my shoulders and turn to face Tim, not bothering to tie it shut. My pussy is on full display for my admirers.

My peeper speaks up again. “Holy shit…what a body! How much to take her to my car and fuck her?”

Tim smiles again and says, “she’s not for sale…at least right now. Maybe later. However, she does have one more item to try on. Perhaps your memories of what you see tonight will help you relive your stress later. Karen, last item please.”

I am shaking with relief that Tim has not sold me to another man—that is way beyond even what I had fantasized about. I quickly remove the robe and reach for the last item—a corset. The garment sits just above my hips and ends just below my tits, so I will be completely exposed to my audience. I hold the corset to my stomach, my back to the crowd, and Tim steps forward to lace it. As he completes the task, he runs his finger down the crack of my ass to my pussy, then back up again.

He leans close to my ear and says, “still wet, I see. Do you want me to give you to him? Will that satisfy your need to cum?”

I look to the floor and shake my head no. I know, however, that this show, that being the center of attention for strange men and women, and the fact that I have sexually thrilled them has been an incredible rush to me. I have never been exposed to others, but now I realize what I’ve been missing. The power of having others under my spell is an incredible rush, and I think we’ll have to do more of this when I this weekend is over. In the back of my mind I imagine my audience pulling their cocks out and stroking to my show, or the women reaching down to their pussies and fingering themselves. This is so slutty, and I love it!

Tim chuckles softly and says, “too bad. In your condition, I think you’d enjoy it. But I’ll honor your request for now. Let’s just show them what you’ve got and call it even.”

With that, Tim steps away from me, takes my hand, and turns me to the crowd. My tits and trimmed thatch are on display for all who wish to look. He turns me again so my ass is exposed, framed by the corset riding above it. I again raise my hands above my head in my best presentation pose. My peeper tries one more time and says, “are you sure she’s not up for a little fun?”

Tim shakes his head and says, “not tonight. Who knows about tomorrow?” He shows me a brief smile and says, “OK, you can get dressed now. Time to go.”

I quickly remove the corset and throw my skirt and top back on, not bothering to close the curtain. Tim instructs me to take the garments with me and turns to walk towards the register.

As we pass the toy section, he stops and grabs what appears to be a short dildo from a rack. It looks like he has more plans for my pussy.

Tim pays for the items, lifting my skirt and caressing my ass while the clerk rings everything up. I feel the cool air on my cheeks and know that once again I am exposed to all watching. I enjoy this display, my moral sensibilities taking a vacation for the weekend. I love giving the bad girl in me a chance to play.

“Hello? Are you here?” Susan whispered softly as she peered around the door into the darkness of the empty motel room.

“Is anyone here?”

A dim sliver of light seeped between the shabby curtains and fell across the faded bedspread, barely illuminating the spattering of stains on the threadbare material. She was about to step back out of the dingy room when a hand flashed out of the gloom and caught her by the wrist, twisting her arm back and flinging her face first on the bed as the door was kicked shut with a slam.

“David?” she said just as his weight fell across her back, forcing her face down into the mattress, cutting her off before she could utter another word.

She felt hot breath on the back of her neck, then the bitter smell of whiskey as his teeth sank into her earlobe and twisted it back painfully.

“Don’t say anything…just do what I tell you, dammit! I’ve been waiting for this for a long fucking time, and you’re going to do what I say, NOW! Do it, or I’ll strip your ass naked and throw you out the fucking door into the parking lot!” he hissed into her ear as his hands forced their way under her body, his hands grabbing her breasts roughly and twisting at the barbells through her nipples.

“Did you think I forgot about those?” he said, laughing softly as his hands slid down Susan’s sides, pulling the edges of her sweater up over her head and knotting the ends so she couldn’t pull it free. “Don’t think I forget anything…I know everything you want, you cheap little whore. Now you’ll be my whore, if only for today.” He yanked her bra strap viciously to one side flipping her over on her back as she struggled with the sweater, trying in vain to get it over her head.

Susan felt his hands slip under her short skirt, slapping sharply at the crotch of her panties before slipping down her legs. Blinded by the sweater twisted over her head, she didn’t see his hands pull the cord up from the floor under the bed, but she felt it slip around her left ankle. At the same moment he whipped her back over on her belly with a flip of her right ankle before slipping another loop of cord that foot as well and pulling hard, spreading her legs wide and fastening the end of the cord to the foot of the bed.

He climbed back onto the bed on top of here, one knee on either side of her body and slid up until she could feel his hard cock nestling in the crack of her ass. She stopped struggling for a second, and he took advantage of her momentary uncertainty to pull her right arm free from the tangle of her sweater and pull it under her body. Susan fell forward onto her face as she felt the snap of the handcuff shackling her right wrist just below her left knee.

“No! No, please…” her muffled whimper could barely be heard as he ripped away her sweater and wrestled her other arm down and across her body and cuffed it to the right knee.

He slipped back down her body to kneel between her legs, then wrapped both hands in her long hair and pulled her body back against his hips, forcing her head back and her chest down onto the bed. He ground the length of his stiff cock up and down the slit of her cunt and then slid his hand down between their bodies, slipping two fingers inside the edge of her panties.

“Hmm…you’re wet already. You like this, don’t you my little slut?” he growled as one hand drew back, then whistled down to land a stinging slap on the right cheek of her ass. “Tell me bitch…tell me…this is just what you wanted from me. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, David…” Her muffled voice started just as another sharp smack landed on her ass.

“CALL ME SIR, you fucking slut! You don’t deserve to use my name yet! All this time you’ve told me what you wanted, and now I’m going to give it to you. But only if you do exactly what I want. Do you understand, bitch? DO YOU?”

Susan moaned softly and put her head down. “Yes, Sir…I’ll do what you want. Please…anything…”

David smiled and fluttered his finger tips in a long trail down her ribs to her thighs as he whispered into her ear, “Good girl. Now, don’t speak to me again unless I ask you to say something. If I hear another word from your nasty little mouth, you’ll have to be punished. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir…whatever you want…” Susan whispered.

His weight disappeared from the bed behind her, and she tried to turn her head to see what he was doing. A sharp slap to her ass snapped her head back around. “There’s nothing back here you need to see…and if there is, I’ll let you know.” Susan heard the whistle of his hand through the air as a hard slap landed on the right side of her thigh.

She heard a thin buzzing start on the other side of the room, then felt tekirdağ escort the vibrator slip down the back or her panties, close enough to her wet pussy for her to feel a tingle, but too far away to make any dent in her desire.

“I have to go out for a while. I want you to stay right here until I come back…don’t move, don’t make a sound, don’t fucking do a goddamned thing, do you understand? If you are a good little slut, I will bring you back a present, but I find you’ve so much as twitched while I’m gone…well, you just try to imagine what I will do…”

Susan heard the door slam shut behind her back. The vibrations so close to her pussy were slowly starting to drive her wild, and she bit her lower lip as she wriggled her ass trying to move the sensations a little closer to her pulsating clit. The buzzing was so close it kept her muscles clenching, but no matter how she moved, she couldn’t force the vibrator out of the crack of her ass.

She tentatively struggled against the restraints holding her hands, but the cuffs held her tightly and she was afraid to change the position of her body for fear that should wouldn’t be able to get back to this position before David came back. All she could do was close her eyes and try to focus her mind on the maddening sensations and wait.

The pleasant feelings between her legs reminded her of how she had felt the first time she had met David in an online chat room, over six years before. They were both writers and poets, and the obvious passion that was apparent in his words ignited something deep inside her that had never faded away. She had immediately felt that they were kindred spirits, and had begun to share her own poetry with him, both online, and later through email and instant messenger.

At first, he had been quite an enigma to her. His writing was deep and emotional, but his personal style was very aloof and distant. It had taken forever to get by the wall he had erected around himself, and when she did she found a depth of passion she had only glimpsed before. As the years went by, they had each opened up to each other more and more, until she felt like no one in her life had known her as well as he did. Yet, she still held back her submissive sexual self, afraid of how he might react.

It was during this time that by complete accident she had heard David scolding one of his children who had misbehaved. The firm force of his voice on the other end of the phone line had made her knees go weak and made her pussy instantly damp. She knew all at once that he had a natural tendency to be a Dom…and he would be her Dom someday.

Just as she started to remember the long journey from that day to this one, she heard voices outside the door of the dark motel room. Keys jingled, and a long sliver of sunlight split the far wall of the room. The light flared and then faded, but she didn’t hear anything for several seconds. “Sir? Is that you?” she asked quietly. She thought she heard a soft feminine giggle before the swish of the cane that cracked across her naked ass cheeks.

“Did I ask you to speak, my sweet little slut?” David whispered from a few inches away from her ear as his hand stroked down her back gently before grabbing her ass roughly and then slapping it lightly. “Isn’t this a lovely ass? Just perfect for taking in a cock…”

David stepped around to the end of the bed and bent down, gazing directly into Susan’s eyes. With a very gentle smile, he touched her cheek with his fingertips, and then slipped his fingers behind her neck and into her hair. As he did this, Susan saw movement out of the corner of her eye, followed by the soft sound of a breathy feminine moan. “Dear little slut…I want you to meet my two new friends…this is Bill and Jennifer. I met them down in the lounge, and they were happy to come see the package I had wrapped up here on the bed…you, my lovely little slave…” David pulled her hair to the left and she saw a stocky man of about thirty with dark hair and a heavily tattooed chest standing next to a slight blonde with small breasts and narrow hips. Bill was grasping the neck of a bottle of Jack Daniels, of which he took a big swallow before leering down at Susan’s helplessly bound form. “I think Jenn and I might be able to help you out here, David. I can see why you said you thought she needed assistance…she’s all tied up. What do you think, Jenn?”

Jenn just giggled and slipped out of Susan’s sight. She felt Jenn climb up onto the bed behind her, then the sensation of two thin fingers slipping up and down her slit through her panties. “Oh, yeah, Billy…I think we can help David out. She’s so wet, I think she might tokat escort slip right out o’ those cuffs…so let’s get to work here, before she gets away!”

Bill just grunted as he began unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down his legs, exposing his sweat soaked boxer shorts, his cock just beginning to stir underneath. David leaned over and whispered into Susan’s ear “Now, sweetheart, I want you to show me and Billy here just how well you can suck cock, okay?” Susan nodded her head slowly, and David’s eyes narrowed to slits as he raised his right hand and bitch slapped her hard across the left cheek. “I asked you a question, my little slut! Answer me when I talk to you! Can you show Billy how a good little slut sucks cock or not?”

Susan whimpered slightly, her cheek burning while her lip began to swell. “Yes, Sir…please…Bring his cock to me…” David stepped away, and Billy stepped in front of her, rubbing his crotch and smiling. He pushed his boxers down slowly, freeing his stiff cock and slapping Susan’s face several times before she caught the head of it between her lips and pulled it into her mouth. Billy grabbed the side of her head in both hands and drove his cock deep into her throat, grinning and taking another pull of his bottle of Jack. “That’s it sweetie…suck ole Billy’s dick…suck it hard!”

As her tongue wrapped around the head of Billy’s cock, she felt Jenn’s fingers probing around her pussy and asshole. She felt David kneel down on the bed beside Jenn, and the two of them began tearing at her panties, shredding them from her thighs as they threw the vibrator aside. Susan felt Jenn’s soft face work its way between her legs, and her tongue flick out to flutter against her clit. Her legs spasmed slightly as Jenn’s wiggled up between her cunt lips, then back to swirl around her gaping asshole.

The girl’s tongue was slowly driving her closer and closer to orgasm, and her cunt lips began to pull at the tongue driven deeply into her pussy. Just as her eyes began to roll back and her thighs began convulsing, David pulled Jenn’s head away. “No sense in letting her cum quite so soon, cutie…she hasn’t earned it yet. Have you slut?”

Susan tried to answer, but couldn’t get a word out around Billy’s cock, which he was pushing in and out of her throat. As she opened her moth to speak, Billy pushed his cock all the way into her mouth, and she arched her neck to allow the full length of his cock to slip into her throat. “You bet this lil lady knows how to suck a cock, David…Look, she can take the whole damn thing right down her to her stomach!”

David smiled as he stroked Susan’s ass gently with both hands. “I was sure she would, Billy…” he said as he slid his cock up and down the length of her dripping slit. “Let’s see how she eats pussy, now, okay?”

David gestured to Jenn, and the two of them climbed down from the mattress and walked back to the head of the bed. David smiled wickedly at Susan as he reached around Jenn with both of his hands, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pulling it over her head. His hands wandered back up Jenn’s flat belly to her small tits and pinched her nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers as she arched her back in delight. His hands slipped down, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down to her knees, leaving her bony frame clad only in her panties.

David gave Jenn a slight tap on the ass, and pushed her forward to kneel on the bed in front of Susan’s waiting mouth. Jenn smiled down at Susan, and then pressed her mound up into her face. Susan rubbed her nose up and down Jenn’s panty covered cunt, trying to push the material aside. Jenn arched her back and drove forward as David reached between her legs and pulled the thin material to the side, allowing Susan’s tongue to snake out and lick at Jenn’s cunt, her juices flowing onto Susan’s face and down her chin.

Billy stood off to one side, slowly stroking his cock with one hand, until he noticed Susan’s ass wiggling in the air as she lapped away at the young girl’s blonde pussy. He smiled and climbed up on the bed and knelt between Susan’s legs, stroking his long, slender cock through the lips of her clenching pussy. “Hey, David…I think she wants a little of Billy’s cock up her cunt…Do you mind if I fill her up?”

David looked down at Susan, and she wagged her head side to side. “Sure, go at it buddy!” David said, and Bill lined the head of his cock up with the dripping lips of her pussy and slid the head inside. Susan moaned into Jenn’s pussy as Billy slowly worked the length of his cock inside her cunt until he was pressed into her all the way to his balls. Just as her mouth opened, she trabzon escort felt something poke against her tongue, and David pressed his thick cock head past Jenn’s pussy and deep into Susan’s throat.

Her lips stretched around him as Jenn ground her cunt against her nose. Billy grabbed her thighs and began to stroke in and out of Susan’s pussy in long deep strokes, her cunt lips flexing in and out with every stroke. She groaned around David’s cock, gurgling softly as he drove it into her mouth in rhythm to each drive of Bill’s dick into her twitching cunt.

Jenn pushed back against David’s body, forcing his cock out of Susan’s hungry lips, and pressed her pussy back to Susan’s searching tongue. David forced Jenn’s slim body over Susan’s shoulders and forced his wide cock up into the girl’s tight little pussy, slapping his balls into Susan’s mouth.

With each stroke of his cock into Jenn’s cunt, he drove her down over Susan’s back as Billy’s cock pinned her between their three thrashing bodies. Jenn jerked forward and exploded in a violent orgasm as David’s cock stretched her tiny slit, her juices dripping down on Susan’s upturned face. Billy grinned at David, and then slowly pulled his cock from Susan’s dripping cunt, and wiping two fingers along her slit, he smeared the juices around her upturned anus and slowly began working his long cock deep into her ass.

David pulled his cock from Jenn’s cunt with a soft plop, and pushed her cunt back against Susan’s willing mouth. He slid the length of his cock back between Susan’s lips momentarily, then wedged the head into Jenn’s ass crack, trying to get it past her skinny ass cheeks and into the tightness of her clenching asshole. “No…I can’t…it’s too…” she wailed, just as he forced forward and jammed the first three inches of his thick cock into her tight little ass.

David slowly worked his cock deeper into her ass, an inch or so at a time, as Billy continued to drive Susan’s face deeper and deeper into Jenn’s blonde cunt. Within a moment, the young blonde spasmed wildly and screamed as her second orgasm hit her with explosive force, just as Billy yelled, drove his cock deep and blasted his cum deep in Susan’s willing anus.

All four bodies collapsed into a sweaty pile on top of Susan, tearing at the cuffs holding her wrists tightly to her knees. Billy pulled his cock out with a loud pop, as David watched as his cum slowly trickled from Susan’s gaping ass. Both Billy and Jenn got up from the bed and fell back into the chairs along the side wall, trying to catch their breath.

David gently pulled Susan’s face up from the mattress, looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her softly. “I love you, my dear…now let me help you…” he said as he unlocked her wrists from her knees then locked them together behind her back. He then gently rolled her over on her back, and slipped up between the spread of her thighs.

“Neither of us has come yet, and I’ve been waiting for this for a VERY long time…” David said as he caressed her breasts, letting his hands trail down her belly then softly down both thighs. Again he kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth, where she met his kiss with passionate force, their tongues dancing as her crotch drove up at his body. “Do you want me now, my love, my slut, my whore? Tell me…do you?”

Susan gasped as she felt him line the head of his cock up to the opening of her pussy. “Oh please David…sir…please fuck me…please, please, please…” She spread her legs as widely as she could as his thick cock slowly worked its way into her. He looked right into her eyes as the head popped just inside her waiting cunt, and her eyes snapped open wide, her mouth forming an “o” as he slid into the silky depths of her pussy, stretching her cunt lips wide.

David slipped his cock out until just the head was still inside, then drove all the way in with one powerful stroke. Susan wrapped her legs around his body, driving up with her crotch to get every inch of him as deeply into her as possible, then their two bodies exploded into a blur of motion as they pounded away at each other, him holding her shoulders down and her driving her pussy up against his cock as it drove in, deeper and deeper. Susan felt her body begin to spiral away as all she could feel, all she wanted to feel was his cock pounding in and out of her cunt. She lost all sense of time as a shattering orgasm hit her and she began pleading “Oh please, David…cum in me…fill me with it…I want your cum in me…please!”

David arched his back, driving the last of his cock deep into her as his balls burst open with a flood of his cum shooting deep into her cunt. He banged into her with short strokes as each jet splattered up into her, her cunt muscles gripping his cock, trying to hold it inside her forever. He fell forward onto her body, crushing her breasts to his chest, and then gazed softly into her eyes. David kissed her lips, her nose, and then each of her eyes. “I love you my darling little slut, my first loving sub…and this is just the beginning!”

Malevolence knew she had fucked up good this time. She winced as she sat in the corner of her room, staring at the white wash walls. Her mahogany hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, and she was tempted to release it, to hide her shame. She remembered her master’s warning however, and she sat still. She had disobeyed him and was in enough trouble already.

She felt the tears form and sting her eyes, blurring her vision. How could she have lost it like that? She remembered nothing from her tantrum, but when she came to she had seen the damage she had caused, her fangs dripping with the blood of the innocent girl her master had taken into his home. She looked down shamefully at her porcelain skin, her arms and hands still stained with the girl’s blood. Malevolence had seen the way her master had looked at the girl, and, in a fit of jealous rage, she had blacked out. The girl’s blood had stained her starch white tunic a deep, now brownish red. She smiled rather sadistically in remembrance of the girl’s face, how it had contorted in terror…wait. Did she really remember that?

Yes, for within her subconscious, she had seen everything. It all came flooding back to her now: how she had walked up to the girl after her master had retired to his chambers the night before, how she had grabbed her by her throat and, flashing her fangs in a malicious smile, she ripped the girl’s esophagus out and feasted on her blameless, virgin blood, pure, sweet and deliciously warm, like that of a new born calf. The girl had balked like one too, pathetic little cun—

“The master summons you to his chambers, miss,” her reverie was interrupted by one of the maids of the manor. She turned and hissed at the bitch, but the lass smirked at her, “’tis not my fault that you couldn’t control yourself,” she said snootily as she stalked off. Malevolence cringed, knowing the maid was right. She rose, and strode quickly to his chambers, knowing that he did not like to be kept waiting…she reached the giant oak doors and, inhaling deeply, let out a shuddery sigh as she knocked.

“Enter” boomed the voice of her master. She timidly opened the doors and entered, quietly closing the doors behind her. Lysander was not a small man. In fact, he resembled that of a Sequoia, tall and foreboding. He had long black hair, always pulled back in a ponytail, and piercing pitch black eyes. He had had his back to her, his starch white cotton shirt casting flickering shadows on the burgundy walls because of the fireplace’s ghostly glow. He held his hands behind his back and she winced erzurum escort again, noting that his feet were shoulder width apart, a sure sign of his anger. He turned and looked deep into her violet eyes, the fire casting an eerie, livid gleam in his eyes. “Strip, Malevolence,” his voice was low and dangerous, leaving no room for neither argument, nor hesitation. She obeyed immediately, and, discarded her tunic. As a rule, she was forbidden to wear anything underneath it. She stood, trembling and bare naked, before him. He nodded his approval and strode over to the bench. He gestured to her, and she went to him.

“Master, I—”she was silenced by a raise of his hand.

“I will have none of it, Malevolence, you know what you did was inexcusable,” he said shortly.

“But master, sh–” Lysander grabbed Malevolence’s wrist, pulling her over the bench and bringing large, firm hand over her backside. She yelped and became quiet again.

“Did I not just instruct you, that I would not tolerate your behavior under any circumstances?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

“Straddle the bench,” he commanded.

“E-excuse me?” she squeaked.

SMACK! His hand came down again, this time he grabbed her left leg and swung it over the bench. In this position, her sex was in plain sight and she squirmed, feeling strangely modest. She held on to the bench and retained her position as he rose. She saw him stride over to the closet. She began to tremble again. He picked up what looked like a riding crop and returned.

“Malevolence,” he said in a low and foreboding tone, “you are to remain in that position until I tell you to do otherwise. You will learn to have better self-control by the time we are done here. If you move out of that position before I instruct you to do so, I will flog you. Is that understood?”

Trembling, Malevolence nodded. “Lay your head all the way down, so that your nose touches the bench.” She made the mistake of hesitating again, and the crop was applied in between her shoulder blades. “Do not make me repeat myself, Malevolence,” he growled in a low tone. She’d rather he’d yell at her. She did not like these soft tones he was using. She did as she was told, closing her eyes as she felt the cool red wood on her face. Her serenity was short lived however, as the riding crop was applied sharply to her backside. She winced and clenched the bench so tightly that her knuckles turned whiter. She knew by how severely he was punishing her now that he intended to leave eskişehir escort welts and bruises. He was increasing the speed and intensity steadily, and Malevolence could sense that he was testing her self control. By the time he had reached 100 strokes, the tears were streaming down her face onto her pale breasts, and her backside felt like it was on fire.

When he stopped, she forgot herself, and reached back to comfort her smarting backside. He rectified this, bringing the crop down on her hands. She pulled them back quickly. “Did I give you permission to soothe yourself?” he asked softly. She winced and shook her head. She looked up at him, begging with her eyes. “No, Malevolence.” She frowned; she did not like to be spoken to like a small child. She was almost 518 years old. In a single act of defiance, she reached back and rubbed her bottom.

He lashed out with the crop again, but she transformed into her wolf-like state and growled menacingly as it clipped her ear. He did not flinch, but brought it down on her back. She yelped and leapt up, whirling on him, bristling and growling crossly. He hit her on her nose. She did the unthinkable: she bit him. He howled and, tossing the crop aside, back-handed her across her muzzle, knocking her to the ground. In a flash, the black wolf was upon her, his golden and blood red eyes gleaming furiously into her frightened silver ones. He bit her hindquarters. She gave a bark as her mahogany fur turned dark red from her blood. She snarled at him. He sliced her nose open. She whimpered then, and rolled over submissively, exposing her belly fur.

He continued growling threatening at her. He barked a command and she obeyed at once, rolling on her belly and sticking her rump in the air. He mounted her roughly and she gave a yelp, but curled her lips back, remaining submissive. He snarled and pounded into her deeply, she gave a yelp each time, and there was blood on his length when he dismounted her. She tucked her tail between her legs and tried to go under the bed. He spoke. “Malevolence, where do you think you are going? Did I say I was done with you?” Malevolence flinched as she came back, tail still between her legs and her ears pulled back in pain.

P-p-please,” she whimpered, “n-no more Lysander, I’m sorry, I truly am…” He snarled, baring his fangs, and she grew silent. Lysander returned to his original form, indicating for her to do the same. Cringing, she did so, the blood from her sex trickling down her legs.

“Why gaziantep escort did you kill her Malevolence? Benecia did nothing to you. You know that when you are hungry, you tell your Master, and I will feed you. Instead, you did the unimaginable and preyed on the blood of an innocent girl. Now you are being punished for it, and you do not want to accept the consequences of your actions…”

“I-I-“she hung her head,” you loved her more than you love me…” the tears glistened in her eyes, “I did not want to be cast away after…”

“After, what Malevolence?” he prodded gently. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. As she rested her head on his chest, she smelled the blood from the wound she had inflicted on his arm and she began to quiver. “Malevolence, you are my loyal servant. Yes, you are a slave,” she cringed at the word “slave”, but he continued, “but I told you from the very start that I always take good care of my loyal servants. You have remained here with me for nearly five hundred years, obeying my every command. Yes, you did question me at times, and I did test your loyalties, but rarely was I ever disappointed by you.” He kissed the top of her head, and she wrapped her arms around him, licking at the gash in his arm. She could feel his lips curl up in a smile, and she continued, his wound healed after about five minutes and he held her close.

He whispered, “After all the blood you spilled, and you are still hungry?” He gave a soft chuckle, “Well I too am hungry…” he nuzzled her, and she, smiling her half fanged smile, tipped her head to the side, exposing her jugular vein. He dipped his head and fed, slicing her just enough to get a small stream of blood to his lips. He moaned, “Sinfully sweet,” and her eyes glinted. He picked her up while he fed, his hands supporting her backside. Though she winced from the welts and bruises (she could not heal these right away unlike the wounds) she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently.

When he had finished, about fifteen minutes later, they locked tongues and she began stripping him of his garments: shirt, pants, and shoes. He ran his hands down her body, and ran them up again, massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples, he lowered his head and suckled her ’til her nipples were pink and erect. Her sex had mended itself, and he gently entered her, rocking his hips rhythmically. She purred and arched, and he gave a low growl of pleasure. He began sparring with her, thrusting gently at first, but increasing in speed and intensity. She desperately clung to him, her nails digging into his back and her feet around his waist; he cradled her to his chest, as they spiraled into climax together, feeling the heat of the moment and the ecstasy of love. When the moment passed, they feel into a peaceful slumber, with his arms around her in a loving and protective embrace.

If you have not done so, please read the first three parts rather than attempting to pick up the tale in the middle.

* * * * *

As we sped out of the parking lot and into traffic, my head spun. I couldn’t believe that I had just masturbated in front of a couple frat boys in a parking lot! I continued to blush and tried to sink down into the passenger seat as far as I could, as if to pretend that I simply didn’t exist — that I hadn’t just done that.

“Karri, be proud — you probably just made both of them happy as hell. You are quite lovely.”

My mind darted back to that disturbing thought — was she, is she, a lesbian now? Unsure of how to respond, I started to open my mouth and then closed it again. Two or three times. And I resumed blushing…

“But, Yvette, what if I see them on campus? What if one of them is in one of my classes? Then what do I do? Everyone will think I’m a slut and shameless one at that!”

Yvette placed her arm on my shoulder and replied, “You worry too much. This isn’t high school, this is a major university. There are some thirty-four thousand students here. And they come in all colors, all personality types, et cetera. Anyway, if I know the boys around here, hearing that story will just make them ask you out more often, some hoping to get lucky that night, and others hoping to get lucky enough to date a girl who is that wild on a regular basis — you’ll have your choice among them.”

But I didn’t want them — I wanted Him! The one who wrote the poetry. I knew He brought me to be like this, not some fumbling undergrad. I wanted to feel His power over me in person…

“Yeah, thanks Yvette. So everyone will want to date the slut.”

“Carolina, will you just chill out. The semester hasn’t even started yet. For all you know, you’ll never see those boys again, although I suspect they’ll be standing in front of the Greenery for weeks hoping, praying for another show.”

We both laughed at that thought. Again, she had lightened the mood so easily. I was so envious of her self-confidence, her demeanor. Was she putting a play on me, in some lesbian way that I didn’t understand? I was too tipsy to really contemplate it for more than a second. So I asked the obvious question instead…

“Where are we going?”

“Well, first, to get you a shower and a change of clothes — I can’t take you in public like that.”

I giggled. “OK”

Within minutes, we had pulled up in front of her (our!) building. I looked around to make sure that no one was about, but the place was still deserted with twelve days left before fall semester started. I tried to walk as dignified as I could to the stairs, but it was a kind of embarrassing even with no one about — I could hear myself squishing and felt my juiciness start to run down my thigh towards my knee. I dashed forward and let myself into düzce escort my place.

I had tried to get a slot as her roommate, but her existing roommates hadn’t moved out, so I settled with a room in the next apartment over. Our bedrooms were backed up against each other, and at the end of the month, when her lease was over, she would be moving into a bedroom in my (our) apartment, if there was still one available. The jerks down in the rental office wouldn’t let her simply move now, insisting that she wait until the lease was over. I flashed back to having to convince my parents that living off campus was both cheaper and better than living in the dorms, better in that Yvette would be right there to look out for me and I’d feel safe as a result. I had just arrived last night, and she had helped me unpack my clothes, making comments about how we would have to go shopping to get me a new wardrobe suitable for Florida’s weather. I had been so looking forward to that, but now I was unsure, wondering if it was just an excuse for my lesbo friend.

I turned to Yvette and flat-out asked her.

“Yve, are you a lesbian now?”

She started laughing so hard that I had to laugh with her. Then she realized that the question was serious, and quieted down.

“Carolina, look at me.”

My gaze met hers, and I knew that she was way-serious at this instant. She looked down at my wetness leaking down my leg, and I think she guessed that I was effectively asking her to be with me — I wasn’t, but maybe she misinterpreted it that way.

“No, I am not a lesbian. I do not prefer the company of women over the company of men in my bed, sexually or otherwise. But if you’re asking because you’re curious about being with me, I must say that I am very, very flattered, but I am not ready to be with you or any other woman at this instant.”

Then she winked at me, and added, “but I promise that if I do become a lesbian, you’ll be the first to know.”

I smiled awkwardly. I should have never opened my stupid mouth. I felt so uncomfortable at that instant.

“It’s just… Oh, I don’t know, I thought that maybe… I wasn’t implying that I wanted to, you know… let’s just drop it. Best buds, right?”

“Yes, Karri, I want to be best buds as always. Two peas in a pod, two fish in a can, two seeds in a joint, we’re like this,” She crossed her fingers and continued, “It’s cool, if you want to talk about it, I don’t mind. I don’t think the way I used to in high school — it’s not gross or dementedly perverse the way it used to be; there’s a lot of lesbians and fags at the school, or at least people who are trying it on for size to see if it’s right for them. Actually, I’m friends with a number of them and I think they’re cooler than most people because they are trying to find themselves, edirne escort their likes and dislikes, instead of just accepting themselves as what they were in their teen years.”

I gave her a hug, sniffling a bit because she was trying to be so understanding and such a good friend. Alcohol in the afternoon will do this to you.

“Yvette, I’m not a lesbian, or bisexual. I haven’t even considered it, really. I just thought that maybe you were. Thanks for being such a good friend.”

And then it hit me. Not the alcohol — that was actually starting to wear down. But the feeling of her body against mine, and my very first thoughts that it might be enjoyable to be with a woman. I was still so horny from before and the feel of her warm skin, her hard nipples against me, and — yes, I thought so — it was a nipple piercing against me. I got kinda mushy-soft and wanted to kiss her (or Him, if I were in His arms), but stepped back instead.

“I guess I better get cleaned up… I think my make-up ran.”

“OK. I’m gonna grab something to drink for us from my place, Karri, and jump in the shower real quick, and I’ll be right over.”

We hadn’t stocked my fridge yet, and I still lived alone, everyone else having moved out of the place during the summer before my arrival. I heard the front door close behind me and walked into my bedroom, slipped out of my clothes — God, my skirt was soaked through! I took the skirt and placed it in my bathroom sink in cold water, hoping it wouldn’t stain, and then turned on the shower before stepping in.

I felt like such a naughty little wench, all wet and slushy. Trying to rinse my pussy, I pointed the showerhead downward and stepped back to let it flow water across my labia. Bad idea… Unlike at home, the water pressure here was higher and it was sufficient to stimulate my clit. The feeling of it pushed me right back into my naughty thoughts. This time they devoured me as I imagined being pushed backwards against Him, his manhood deep in me pressing into my G-spot, as Yvette licked my clit. I could feel Him supporting me, his arms under mine, caressing my breasts. I came in an incredible cascade of feelings and thoughts, and then started to come back to reality, stepping away from the stream. Had I really just allowed myself to go there? I had often wondered what it might be like to be with another woman, and with Yvette being both my best friend and being so sexy-cute, I tended to imagine her as being that woman, but I had never (well, rarely) masturbated to the thought, and had never cum to it before. I was even wetter than before, if that was possible. Suddenly, I was incredibly sober and full aware of where I was.

Yvette came bouncing into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, asking “are you almost done in there?”

“I just elazığ escort started — I had to try to figure out what to do about my skirt. I want to hear more about your tale,” hoping to take her attention off of me. I certainly wasn’t going to admit, best buds or not, what I had been imagining.

“Where was I in the story?”

“You had gone back to what’s his name’s place and were reading through his roommate’s emails.”

“Now I remember… I had been reading His letters and masturbating to His writings. God I wanted Him so badly. A friend of Andreas’ let himself in to check his email on the laptop and stopped, transfixed, looking at me touching myself. I had my eyes closed and my head tilted back in the chair; I hadn’t heard him come in. I guess he knew a good thing when he saw it. The first time I noticed, he was standing behind the chair, naked, and his hands reached around and started touching my breasts. I looked up and moaned, enjoying the touch, imagining it was His. I signed out immediately and then stood and without saying a word, took his face in my hands and started kissing him passionately. I could feel his cock against my stomach, twitching, and I rubbed my skin against it as I continued to kiss him. I guided him to Andreas’ bed and pulled him down with me, never releasing the kiss. But I wasn’t kissing him, I was kissing the Him in my mind.

“I started grinding my hips against his thigh, my wetness matting down the hairs, imagining that it was His thigh I was grinding against, knowing that it was Him who had done this to me again, touched me without touching me, making me crave so badly. Unfortunately, my visitor couldn’t contain his enthusiasm and came all over my stomach. Looking down, he realized what had happened and turned red. I didn’t care, I thought it was sweet that I had gotten to him so much, and I was sure I could get another rise from him, but he was now beet red, reaching for his clothes and scrambling out. We had never even spoken a single word, and I have no clue who he was.

“I lay back, frustrated, randy as hell, wishing He would come and take me, ravish me, use me. After all, it was He who had brought me to this place, had led me to my deceit, had left me vulnerable to being taken. I closed my eyes and continued to touch myself. I took the warm cum on me and rubbed it about on my areola, then sucked my fingers clean. I imagined it was His cum on my skin, warm and wet, and came as I envisioned his fingers pushing cupping it and offering it to my mouth.

“lingering in my special place, a fell asleep with Him wrapped around me. I awoke to the buzzing of the dryer that the load was finished. I decided to return home and stuffed all the clothes back the hamper, wet, dry, dirty or clean — I didn’t care, I was ready to leave. After all, I had forwarded it all to my email address.”

“Where are we going? I need to know if I need to do my hair.”

“You hair is fine for now, Karri. I want to take you shopping to get some clothes and some food & drinks for your refrigerator.”

I felt kind of dejected, knowing that Yvette wasn’t a lesbian had dampened my perceived chances with Him. I sighed deeply…

To Be Continued…

Tiffany woke up at 11:40. She rolled out of bed and collapsed on the floor. She fought her way out of the tangle of blankets and sat up. Shit. She had to be at Joseph’s place at noon. And she had to bring her dress and makeup.

She scrambled to find her makeup bag in the jumble of clothes in her suitcase. Finding it, she rushed to the closet and pulled down the dry-cleaning bag that carried her dress. She pulled on a new pair of underwear and struggled into her jeans. She’d have to shower at Joseph’s place.

“You’re alive!” Therese said jokingly as Tiffany came rumbling down the stairs. “Breakfast?”

“No time.” Tiffany grabbed the car keys by the front door and stepped into her shoes. “Gotta go. See you at the wedding!” She rushed outside without waiting for a response and jumped into the car, throwing her stuff onto the passenger seat. She made it to Joseph’s apartment at 11:58.

“I thought you were going to be late,” Joseph said as he answered the door.

“Hi.” Tiffany pushed past him into the apartment and collapsed on the couch.

“Is that any way to greet me?”

“Hi, Sir. Can I shower?”

Joseph chuckled and shrugged. “Sure. Towels are under the sink.”

Tiffany took her time in the shower. She felt herself relax as the hot water hit her and streamed down her body. Today was the last day she had to maintain this ruse. She just had to last through the wedding, and with Joseph helping her pretend, she thought she could do it. At least until the next family event that required a boyfriend, but she could think about that later. As she was lathering her hair, she heard the door open.

“Hey there.” Joseph tugged the shower curtain aside and peeked his head in.

Tiffany jolted, raising an arm to cover her breasts and turning away. “Hey!”

“Just checking in on you. Don’t bother putting clothes on. Come out naked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He replaced the shower curtain and stepped out of the bathroom.

Tiffany finished and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the hook next to the sink. She set to drying her hair, gently rubbing it with her towel. She had to say, she hadn’t been having a bad time with Joseph. She’d never really done anything kinky before, and somehow she found herself wanting to please him. She might even miss this, once it was over.

She exited the bathroom to see Joseph waiting for her on the couch. “Hi, Sir.”

“Hi,” he said brightly. “Kneel.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.

She walked to him and did so, a bit chilled from the lack of clothing. He hadn’t seen her completely naked yet, and she felt a bit self-conscious.

“Back straight,” Joseph ordered. He leaned back on the couch as she fixed her posture. Her breasts perked upward as she did so.

He got up and went into his room, bringing out his box of kinky toys. He pulled out a long length of pink rope.

“Are you familiar with rope bondage? I’m going to put you into a simple chest harness.”

“I know what it is, Sir, but I’ve never tried it,” TIffany said.

Joseph knelt next to her and started to wrap the rope around her torso, looping it around her breasts. He knotted the rope at her back, pulling it taut, not enough to hurt, but enough so that the harness fit snugly around her. He finished off the harness with a knot at the back and let the ends fall.

“How does that feel?”

“Good, Sir.” Tiffany looked down at the rope framing her breasts. She’d always considered her breasts to be average, but in the constraints of the harness they appeared to be much larger. This brought a smile to her face.

“Want to see how it looks?” Joseph nodded toward the bathroom.

“Sure.” Tiffany stood up and walked to the bathroom. Her breasts looked almost picturesque in the pink rope. She bounced up and down, watching them jiggle. “This looks great! Thank you, Sir!”

“I’m not done with you yet.” Joseph waved her back from the bathroom and pulled out a small metal butt plug from his box. It was tapered on both ends, with one end extending into a wide base, which held a shining pink jewel. “Think you can manage this?”

She was determined to try. “Yes, Sir.” She’d never done any anal play before, but she’d been really enjoying doing kinky things with Joseph, and the thought of walking around

with a butt plug at a crowded event excited her.

“Alright. On the ground.”

Joseph pushed her down gently until she was on all fours. She watched as he pulled out a bottle of lube and greased up his finger. She yelped as she felt it prod at her anus. He shushed reassuringly.

“I need you to relax.”

“Yes, Sir.” She hadn’t realized she’d tensed up. She took a deep breath and tried her best to relax her muscles.

“Better.” He patted her back with his other hand, slowly inserting his finger.

Tiffany shuddered at the sensation. It stung at first, but as Joseph massaged her insides she felt herself begin to loosen. She felt his finger pull out, and then something colder and larger prodded at her anus. muğla escort She took another deep breath as it slowly entered her.

“How’s that feel?”

“Um…” She straightened up onto her knees, turning so that her butt was to him. It almost felt heavy in her ass, but it seemed securely in place. “I think it feels fine, Sir.”

“Great.” He reached over and smacked her ass lightly. “Looks good on you.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Wear it around for a couple hours. If it feels alright, keep it in for the wedding.”

Tiffany nodded.

“I’m going to shower, and then I’ll help you dress. Sound good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

While he showered, Tiffany checked herself out on her phone camera, holding it at an angle behind her so she could see the butt plug. The pink jewel shone on the screen, matching the pink of the rope around her breasts. She wiggled her ass, watching it move with her. It looked quite cute. She hadn’t been terribly excited to attend her cousin’s wedding, but now she was looking forward to it.

Joseph stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a pale purple button up and dark blue slacks. Tiffany eyed him, noting how the shirt hugged his lean form.

“What do you think?”

“You look nice, Sir.”

“You look good.”

Tiffany blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Let’s get you dressed.”

Tiffany went to the bathroom to retrieve her panties before pulling her dress from its dry cleaning bag and letting Joseph help her pull it over her head. He tied the sash around her waist into a neat bow. Tiffany checked herself out in the bathroom mirror, watching her breasts bounce with the support of the rope harness.

Joseph got a stool from the kitchen and placed it in the bathroom.

“Sit. I’ll do your makeup.”

Surprised, she did so. “Oh, wow, okay.” She’d never had her makeup done professionally before, but the prospect was quite exciting.

He rummaged through her makeup bag, pulling out her products. It was a sparse collection, consisting of concealer, foundation, blush, powder, mascara, two lipsticks and a small palette of eye shadow, along with a couple of brushes.

“Hm. Not much, but I can work with it.” He brushed some concealer under her eyes and over some redness around her nose. Squirting foundation onto the back of his hand, he used his fingers to pat it into her skin. Tiffany closed her eyes as he did so, enjoying the warmth and attention. She wasn’t used to this kind of pampering. With a large brush, Joseph swept blush onto her cheekbones, lips pursed in concentration.

“We could do a soft smokey sort of look with this dark purple. What do you think?” He pointed to an eggplant purple on the eye shadow palette.

Tiffany nodded. “Do whatever you like, Sir. I, um, don’t really do much with my makeup usually.”

“I can tell.” Joseph winked at her. “But we’ll get you looking all dolled up.”

He pressed the eye shadow into the corners of her eyelids using the applicator that came with the palette. He took a pale pink and applied it to the middle of each eyelid. With the mascara, he brushed on several coats onto her blonde eyelashes. Selecting a lipstick, he leaned forward and placed a hand under her chin.

“Open your mouth slightly. Good girl,” he whispered as he carefully applied the lipstick, a rosy cinnamon-like color. “There. What do you think?” He stepped back so that Tiffany could get a look in the mirror.

“It’s so pretty!” Tiffany leaned forward, turning her head from side to side. “You did amazing!” She hadn’t felt this beautiful in a long while. She beamed at Joseph, who patted her shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get you to that wedding.”

They drove to the wedding venue, an upscale hotel in downtown. They reached the reception hall where Therese excitedly waved them to their seats. Maggie looked miserable in a floofy pink dress, typing on her phone, while Edward sat still as a statue next to her. Tiffany sat next to her mother, who immediately started pointing out cousins and aunts and pouring out the latest gossip.

“So I heard your Aunty Flora’s been seeing this ridiculously young college student, and it’s only been two months since…”

Tiffany nodded, only half paying attention. She squirmed in her seat slightly, feeling the butt plug bumping into the chair. Joseph patted her on the knee. She felt slightly giddy with her secret.

The music swelled and Therese quieted. Everyone turned their heads to see Tiffany’s cousin sweep down the aisle. Tiffany heard Maggie make a gagging sound behind her. She was finding it hard to concentrate on the ceremony with the pressure from the rope harness and the feeling of having a plug up her butt. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Joseph, who was sitting looking straight ahead as the couple gave their vows.

As the ceremony ended and the guests were ushered outside for cocktails, Tiffany found herself hornier than she’d ever been. She grabbed Joseph by the arm and dragged him into one of the bathrooms. ordu escort As soon as the door closed, she pulled him close and kissed him hard. She struggled to unbutton his slacks, pressing herself into him, against the bulge in his pants.

“Someone’s excited.” Joseph had to turn his head to get the words out as Tiffany continually tried to kiss him again.

She ignored him and pulled his dick free, stroking it with her hand. Joseph huffed out a breath and snaked a hand under her skirt, rubbing against her pussy through her panties.

“You’re so wet.”

She nodded, grinding her hips against his fingers, using her free hand to grab Joseph’s head and kiss him harder, panting with arousal.

“But I think that’s enough for now.” He pulled his hand away, eliciting a “Hey!” from Tiffany.

“Let’s just enjoy the wedding, yeah?” He buttoned up his slacks and winked at her before whisking away from the bathroom.

Tiffany stared after him in frustration and disbelief. She kicked at a wall, cursing. What was his problem? Annoyed, she turned to the mirror and set to fixing her hair and makeup, wiping away a smudge of lipstick from her lower lip. Once she’d made herself presentable again, she made her way back to the reception hall.

She eyed Joseph as the best man gave a toast, not hearing a word. He smiled at her with feigned innocence, laughing as Therese made a joke about the bride’s mother, who also stood to make a toast. She struggled to keep up with the banter as waiters came by with the food.

She looked around at the people dancing as people finished their meals. The bride danced with the groom in the middle of the dance floor. Joseph stood up and took her hand. “May I have this dance?”

Tiffany nodded and let him pull her to the dance floor. The music changed to a slow ballad and Joseph pulled her close. Tiffany swayed with him in time with the music, resting her cheek on his shoulder. She could smell his aftershave and the faint scent of his shampoo. It felt nice to be in his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been held like this.

As the music wound down, people began to leave the venue. Tiffany went and found her mother gossiping with the other aunts.

“I might not be home tonight. Good night.” She kissed her mother on the cheek goodbye.

Therese turned to her, a gleam in her eye. With a wink, she waved her daughter away. “That’s nice, dear, have a good night.

Tiffany collapsed into the passenger seat of Joseph’s car. Joseph slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“Well that went better than expected.” She pulled off her heels and stretched her toes.

“You tired?” Joseph asked.

“And horny.” Tiffany fidgeted with the rope around her breasts. She was slightly shocked at her own bluntness, but a weekend of teasing had been too much for her and if she didn’t find some relief soon she thought she’d explode.

Joseph laughed. “Well, lucky for you, I have some more fun planned for us once we get back.”

* * *

They came in through the door while making out, clumsily slamming it shut. Tiffany struggled out of her dress and grabbed the front of Joseph’s shirt to unbutton it.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said gently.

He led her to his bedroom and had her discard her panties.

“Kneel.”

She did, legs apart, back straight. Joseph pulled his keys from his pocket and pressed it into her hand. “We’re going to do some harder stuff now. If you need me to stop, drop this, okay?”

Tiffany nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Joseph fished out his kink box and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with feathers affixed to them. He attached them to her nipples and tugged at one playfully.

He also pulled a hood from the box. It was made of black latex, with one hole at the mouth and two rimmed holes at the top of the head. Joseph knelt beside her and pulled the hood over her head, pulling her hair through the two holes in the top to make pigtails. She could feel that her pussy was dripping with anticipation. Without her sight, her skin felt electrified, as if every touch was a shock to her nerves.

She heard Joseph rummage through his box once more. He stopped, and then she felt something hard but springy poke at her inner thigh.

“I”m going to put this dildo in you, and then I’m going to fuck your mouth. That sound alright?”

Tiffany nodded eagerly. She’d been waiting all weekend for something like this.

The dildo slid in easily, and she moaned at the sensation. She felt stuffed full from it and the butt plug that was still in her ass. Joseph moved the dildo in and out a few times, agonizingly slowly, making her squirm. Then it stopped moving, and Tiffany could hear him undo his pants. She opened her mouth expectantly for his dick.

With a hand on her head, he pushed his cock into her mouth. Tiffany moaned in pleasure and started to suck on it, bobbing her head back and forth. His dick was quite wide in her mouth, but she did her best to osmaniye escort wrap her lips around it, taking it as far as it would go. She heard Joseph panting slightly as she was able to get him into the back of her throat. Triumphant, she sucked even harder, moving her head at a rapid pace.

Tiffany bucked her hips to move the dildo deeper inside of her. Part of her desperately wanted Joseph’s dick in her pussy right now, but she was content to suck at it, especially as she got him gasping and leaning against the wall behind her.

Then he pulled back. Moments later, Tiffany felt something against her mouth.

“Open,” said Joseph.

She opened her mouth and he inserted a small rubber dick into her mouth. She felt him tighten the straps of the gag around her head.

“Not too tight?”

Tiffany shook her head, and then felt herself being lifted and dropped onto the bed. Joseph pulled her arms apart and tied them to his bed frame, and then he did the same with her feet. Laid out like this, she could barely move. He removed the dildo from her pussy—she heard it clunk onto the floor next to the bed- and then something larger but softer prodded at her entrance. Was this finally going to happen?

His cock slid into her easily and she moaned through her gag. Finally she was going to get a good fuck. He pumped into her, his face tucked into her shoulder. He sucked on the skin at her neck, making her cry out. She knew that was going to turn into a big hickey, but she didn’t care. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but the rope kept her from lifting them. All she could do was lie there as he moved his hips faster and faster.

With all her holes stuffed full, Tiffany could feel herself nearing orgasm. She tried to squirm but was held fast by the rope. Joseph put a hand around her neck, barely squeezing. She gasped and came harder than she ever had in her life, her muffled moan ringing through the bedroom. Joseph came soon after, pounding into her as cum squirted from his cock. He collapsed onto her, pressing his face against her neck.

“Is that what you wanted?” He reached up and took out the gag, throwing it carelessly over the side of the bed.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped out.

“I’ll untie you in a minute. I need to catch my breath.”

Tiffany giggled and turned her face to nuzzle into Joseph’s hair.

* * *

Tiffany woke up in the middle of the night with a fierce need to piss. She carefully extricated herself from Joseph’s arms- they’d fallen asleep cuddling- and snuck to the bathroom. All in all, she’d call the weekend a success. She got a boyfriend to show off at the wedding, and she even got a good fuck out of it too. Not to mention it had awakened a side of her she’d never seen before. And now it was over.

She froze as she stepped out of the bathroom. The next morning, she’d be single again and she’d be back to her regular kinkless lifestyle. Something like loneliness welled up inside of her.

“Tiff?”

She heard Joseph calling her from the bedroom. She hurried to return.

“Yeah I’m here, Sir. Went to the bathroom.”

“You don’t gotta keep calling me Sir. Come over here.” He waved her over to the bed.

Tiffany obeyed and slid under the covers next to him, resting her head on his chest.

“So did I do okay?” Joseph asked.

“What?” She turned to him.

“Being your fake boyfriend.” He twirled a finger into her hair.

“Yeah, my mom and cousin were ecstatic. How was I as your sub?”

He chuckled. “Not bad, for a noob.”

“Thanks for being my fake boyfriend. I had a lot of fun.”

Joseph was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I did too.” He coughed. “What are you going to do now?”

Tiffany shrugged. “Go back to New York tomorrow. Go to work, I guess. You?”

“Same for me, I guess.”

“Um, I guess I should go home.” She pulled away from him and sat up.

“Oh.” Joseph paused as if looking for the right words. “Okay.”

Tiffany ducked out of the bedroom, pulling on her panties and dress. She gathered her makeup and awkwardly waved good-bye to Joseph as she stepped out the door.

She sped down the deserted freeway, her things in a pile in the passenger seat. She reached her parents’ house at about one in the morning. She carefully snuck to the back door and winced as it squeaked when she opened it. She tiptoed to her room, sighing in relief when she saw that the lights were out in her parents’ bedroom.

But as she approached her own room, she saw that the door was open and the light was on. She peeked in to see her mother going through a box of her old things.

“Mom?”

“Oh, darling! I didn’t expect you back.” Therese turned to her.

“Yeah, well… here I am?” Tiffany sat on the bed next to her mother.

“Sorry, I was just looking through your old things.” Therese pulled a ragged teddy bear from the box next to her.

“Oh, it’s Beary!” Tiffany took the stuffed animal and cuddled it. “I totally forgot about him!”

“I hope I haven’t been nagging at you too much, Tiffany.” Therese placed a hand on Tiffany’s. “But I’m glad you have someone. You’ve seemed really happy these past few days.”

“Oh? Yeah, I guess.” Tiffany coughed and turned away.

“I think that’s a boy you want to hold onto. Anyway, I’ll let you get to bed.” Therese stood up and placed the box on the floor. “Good night, love.”

Richard Thomas

As The Major left the room Mr Thomas walked over to his works bench and pulled out several little devices and a tape measure. He studied them for a second, blew a bit of dust off one and then pushed them into his pocket and hanging the tape measure around his neck.

“I knew the Major would be pleased with my find” He told the bound girl. “It’s not everyday he gets such an excellent bitch such as yourself.”

She stared up at him with those green eyes and Mr Thomas found himself smiling. He loved his job. He had trained for it most his life. Having come from a poor family it was never expected for young Richard to do much with his life. A farm hand, a bricklayer. Certainly not a Kennel Master for Major Farmsworth the war hero! They had met during the war, young Richard being a regular solider back then. He took care of the platoons animals and had distinguished himself in the care of animals from the start. Which is how a younger Reginald met him as he took care of his horse and personal pack girl. She had been more frightened of the noise and bustle then Lord Farmsworth’s horse had and on several occasions Richard had been forced to tie her against the stall and strap her for making noise. When she had learnt her lesson he had rubbed soothing oils and creams into her skin to fade out the bruises, talking gently to her about being a brave girl for her Master.

Reginald Farmsworth had been impressed with this common man’s dedication and knowledge. After the war he invited him to work in his Kennels under Mr Yardseller, the previous Kennel Master. When Mr Yardseller had retired 5 years ago the now older and more experienced Richard Thomas had taken over and increased the productivity and ingenuity of the Kennels, bringing them into the limelight and making them not just popular but practically famous.

Now the Major trusted him implicitly in all things pertaining to girl flesh, they weren’t just Master and servant but more like older and younger brother.

Mr Thomas stood over Milly and smiled down at her fearful face.

“Listen Milly” he told her sternly. “I run a tight Kennel here. If you do as I say you will learn that I am a strict but careful man. I don’t appreciate back talk, I don’t appreciate sulking and I don’t appreciate disobedience. Do what I say, when I say and I promise I bursa escort will make you one of the finest pack girls in all of England.”

She was practically panting behind her gag, her eyes wide with fear. Carefully he reached out and wrapped the tape measure around her hips, then her waist. Carefully he jotted down in his official book all her measurements. He cupped her breasts to get a feel of them, pinching hard on the nipples of each and watching the pink buds stiffen and swell beneath his fingers. He measured them too, writing them down on his report. Every angle he measured, her arms, fingers, legs, even her toes. Picking up scraps of material he held them against her hair until he had found the perfect match. Going back to his desk he pulled out 2 fake fur ears which he positioned in her hair carefully and then clipped tightly in. He gave each one a gentle tug, then a more rough one causing Milly’s eyes to water and a yelp of pain to escape from behind the gag.

Once that was done he pulled out a dildo and butt plug, holding them before her eyes so that she could see the scale running along the side of them.

“Now Milly, I’m going to measure your depth and girth that you can take both in your pussy and in your ass.” Her eyes widened, her head shook frantically. Mr Thomas ignored both. “Don’t be silly girl, it won’t hurt unless you struggle. Now legs up!” He unclipped her legs and pulled them up, fastening the cuffs to small hooks dangling from the ceiling, leaving her gaping open for easy access. He produced a small vial of lubricant which he placed on her stomach for easy reach.

“Good girl. Let us begin”

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Ellie didn’t want to be a pack girl! Let alone a famous one … what if her father or her mother heard that she was famous.

Being measured by Mr. Thomas made her feel like she was in some nightmarish tailor’s shop. When he pinched her nipples she wailed a little, a strange, brief ache between her legs flaring up in response to the sharp pinches. She twisted a little, feeling the pull of the costume ears he’d clipped to her hair. They were dark, glossy fur, and stood alertly up, and Ellie tried very hard not to think of what she looked like wearing them.

She’d seen pictures çanakkale escort of pack girls, of course, and the occasional one in town or out with their owners. But her father had mostly kept her from that sort of thing, finding it frivolous and a waste of money. Her younger brother had been fascinated by them, even more so since their father wasn’t interested. He’d often regale them with stories over the dinner table about visiting a friend’s house and playing with the girls there. Ellie was pretty sure he’d been trying to coax their father to get him a pack girl for his majority birthday. Ellie moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as Mr. Thomas – the Master of this place’s kennel – lifted her legs and clipped the cuffs on them to dangling hooks, leaving her with her legs spread wide and her hips lifted slightly in blatant display. Oh god, what if her brother found out!

But thoughts of her family fled her mind when Mr. Thomas held up two devices and told her, in crude words Ellie had barely heard in her life, what he planned to do.

Ellie shook her head, dark hair flying, making garbled pleas and promises behind the gag. They both looked enormous and she flinched when the man rested a small glass bottle on her belly.

“Good girl. Let us begin”

Mr. Thomas praised her for what she most desperately didn’t want to do and she arched frantically, trying to pull away as he stroked his fingers down her smooth thighs. His touch between her legs made Ellie jerk a moan crawling up her throat. When he picked up the dildo, she shook her head again, wild noises escaping from behind the gag. He couldn’t put that in her. He couldn’t.

The round tip of the dildo was cold and Ellie couldn’t do anything but believe Mr. Thomas when he said it wouldn’t hurt if she didn’t struggle. Sobbing softly behind her gag, Ellie remained motionless, legs lifted and spread, as the Kennel Master worked her pussy open with the dildo. She couldn’t tell how deep it went, she felt split open, and the ache seemed to trigger a hot, wicked throb inside as the muscles of her pussy fluttered around the slick shaft, lips twitching visibly. She added her own wetness to the lubricant Mr. Thomas was using.

Ellie’s eyes were squeezed tight shut and her face blazed red with shame. Nevertheless, rize escort her pussy throbbed warmly and if her nipples had been hard and tight from being pinched before, they were tight now from the stirring of new, urgent feelings inside her.

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The dildo slipped in, causing a low groan from little Milly as she screwed up her eyes and tried to relax her body. Her tight wet hole gobbled up the dildo, inch after inch slowly sliding into her. Mr Thomas kept his eyes on Milly’s face to make she sure wasn’t discomforted from the sudden intrusion.

The dildo filled her completely at 6 and a half inches when Mr Thomas stopped. He didn’t want to push her too far, not doubt she could take a little more but he wasn’t going to hurt her to find out. After a little training he might remeasure her. The sound of her rough panting filled the silence of the room.

“Good girl!” Mr Thomas exclaimed, happy with how she had managed to calm herself down for the examination. The worst was still to come though. As he withdrew the dildo from her orifice, her legs shuddered and wetness began to drip out of her. He slipped his fore finger into her, causing a sharp gasp of surprise.

“Now grip my finger and show me how tight you are.” he commanded her. He wouldn’t have needed to, the instant his finger pushing into her fleshy grotto her muscles clamped down on his finger hard. How tight this little vixen was! A nice and tight little hole!

“And release.” he told her. It took a second for her to relax enough to obey, her muscles relaxing and he slid his finger out and examined the juices coating it. Impressive, Mr Thomas thought to himself. She is extremely wet already.

Picking up his pen, he made a few notes in his report before laying it down and picking up the blue anal beads laying on the side table. He reached between her legs for the lubricant, pouring a generous dollop on the beads and coating them well. Her eyes were on him, her throat contracting as she gulped, realising what was about to come. Another dollop of lube was applied to the crinkled hole of her anus, his finger tracing around and around as it tightened up in fear.

“None of that now” Mr Thomas told her sternly. “I shall be measuring you, not fucking you. Relax.”

Her breathing was slowing, her little breasts jutting up, nipples budding beautifull. Mr Thomas kept speaking encouraging words, telling her what an excellent bitch should would make, a prize pet fit for the King. Her eyes slowly closed as she composed herself and relaxed. Slowly and still whispering words of encouragement he pushed the first bead against her ass……..

The original idea was to write a full on female domination scene, but as it came together I found myself writing more of a romance with an edge. I hope you enjoy it.

*

I was working in the office of a medium sized business. Also in the office were three women, and there was a workforce in the factory that included another two women. The importance of this will become evident soon enough.

Being single sucked, and I had been single since my last girlfriend had dumped me just over twelve months ago. She said I was perverted because I wanted to extend our sexual boundaries, including anal and BDSM. She was a pretty, intelligent girl who was the perfect partner except that she didn’t want to experiment. I had gone to bed lonely for a year and often jerked off to thoughts of her wearing a classic dominatrix outfit, or at least what I imagined it to be. An hourglass black leather corset holding her D sized breasts high and proud, a supple leather thong stretched across her shaved cunt, legs encased in knee high black leather boots and hair piled on top of her head. She is wielding a cat of nine tails and had me naked and grovelling while she pressed her heel into my balls. I timed my strokes to match her imaginary whip strokes, and as her skin glowed I leaked precum until I came with a final image of her pulling aside her thong and crashing onto my hard cock.

As a way of trying to explore this side of my sexuality, and to get over Lauren, I joined a BDSM website. I logged in as a submissive, willing to be an irregular sex slave. I didn’t want to be 24/7 and I wanted sexual release so seeing professional dommes wasn’t going to work. I initially wanted to see if the reality matched my fantasy and I wanted it with a real woman. It was a fine balance and there wasn’t much going on with the website, partly because the women there seemed to want more and the rules of the site meant that the subs had to wait for the tops to pick them according to their whim.

I was spending my time outside work going to bars and sitting at home wanking over various porn sites. I had been on a few dates and managed to have sex a couple of times but it was not what I wanted. The ladies were all pleasant enough and the sex was pretty good but I did not feel satisfied.

On Friday nights a group of my colleagues often went out after work. The group was fluid but often included the girls in the office and most of the factory staff.

One Tuesday morning I was at my desk when the internal mail was delivered. Although the company is quite small we use internal mail to ensure paperwork went to where it was need, particularly if it is confidential. I opened the stack, sorting as I went. The last one intrigued and worried me all at once. There was a copy of my website profile with a typed note stapled to it that said, “be ready Friday night. You will serve me in pleasure and pain.” My mind raced through the possibilities. The women in the office and the two apprentices in the factory were the only candidates. I sorted the list and dismissed Kyah, one of the apprentices who is a quiet seventeen year old. If it was her I wasn’t going there, but I would quite happily submit to Amy, the twenty one year old who drank with us and wasn’t afraid to tell me what she thought. The office girls included Fiona, a vibrant red head, Cate the quiet brunette who seemed arty, though I had not really spoken much to her, and Janine, another and more out there brunette. The truth was that I had, in the past, imagined all of them naked and entwined with me, some more than others. The idea that one of these four women might have come across my profile intrigued me, and after I got over the initial surprise I wondered if it was an elaborate joke. Friday seemed a long way away.

Finally Friday afternoon arrived and we went to the bar after work. I had not heard any more and I was really beginning to think this was an elaborate joke. The pizzas were done and the third bilecik escort drink had been started. The women were all still there, so I had no hints. Over the last few days and nights I had imagined all of them as mistresses, mostly in a version of the classic outfit that lived in my imagination. Fiona, with her large breasts, was the curviest, while Janine had a wicked streak that I could see being translated into a scene. I reckon she could cause some pain and pleasure, perhaps too much for what I was after. Amy was also still in my mind, her ability to get what she wanted evident, while her tight body didn’t hurt. Cate was the outsider because she didn’t fit my preconceptions of what a dominatrix would be, but I had always wondered about getting to know her better.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. The text contained only an address and a time, which was 9pm. that was about two hours away, so I settled in with some soft drinks. The group dwindled until it was just me. I still had an hour to spend, so I found a cafe near the address and had a coffee. My mind was racing with thoughts of what might my happen and who it might happen with.

Right on 9pm I rang the doorbell. To my absolute surprise Cate opened the door and welcomed my in. Fuck me, did she look different. Her hair, normally tight in a bun at work, free-flowed down her neck. Her blue eyes sparkled and her mouth widened into a slightly crooked welcoming grin. Her clothes were totally different to her normal work clothes. To work she wore boring corporate wear that hid her charms, which I now knew were legion. She was dressed in a linen shirt and pants and wore sandals. Right at this moment I didn’t know what to expect.

“Welcome to my home. Come in and have a seat. Would you like a drink?”

“Thanks Cate, but I’m fine thanks.”

Once we were seated in a nicely furnished living room she turned her sapphire eyes upon me again, and told me that I had looked surprised when she opened the door.

“I’m not sure what is going on” I replied. “I received an interesting invitation on Tuesday and then a text with a message to come here. It feels like I am the victim of a joke.”

“No joke, the invitation is real enough. I bet you thought it was someone else. Amy or Fiona perhaps.”

“That was where my mind pointed me. I didn’t really think it was you. You seem much too quiet and retiring. I barely know you’re there at work.”

“I came across your profile when I was researching for an erotic story I was writing. I put it in the drawer for a bit and came across it last weekend. I hope I did the right thing in contacting you.”

“You’re not how I imagined a dominatrix would be. I always thought of someone more outrageous.”

“Does that mean you are not interested?”

“On the contrary. Although I didn’t see you that way I was actually wondering how to approach you. You always seem a bit distant at work.”

“Well you’re here now.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“A session tonight, and then a good talk about how it was. We worry about what happens after I use you as a sex toy. Agreed?”

“Sounds good. What do you want me to do?”

“First we agree on limits and safe words. I like red, yellow and green.”

“Okay. My limits I’m not sure of. Can we see how it goes? I trust you to listen.”

“This is my first time too, so let’s keep it simple and enjoy. Are you okay with sex?”

“Yes, but I haven’t tried anal, so be gentle if that is part of the plan.”

“Alright. Let’s start.”

Cate led me downstairs into a basement. The room was dark, with only a small table lamp on. She told me to strip and wait. She handed me a blindfold.

“When I come back I want you wearing this, kneeling with your legs spread and you cock hard with the thought of what I might do.”

While I was waiting I thought more about Cate’s charms. She is tall and lithe, obviously manisa escort bright and I now know she has just the right amount of knowing as well. Physically I could now see an attractive figure, strong like a dancer, with smallish breasts and long, coltish legs. Her face was a study, nose slightly too long, wide lips, not quite classical but breathtaking to me. I am surprised it had taken me so long to notice such interesting and obvious beauty and I now realised how easy it would be to fall hard for her.

I don’t think I waited too long before I heard the door to the room open and close.

“Well done” she whispered in my ear as a hand wrapped around my dangling scrotum. Cate tugged gently and I felt a twinge of pain mixed with fear and excitement in a heady cocktail. It was really happening.

As Cate sucked my right nipple I could feel her soft breast, complete with hard nipple, brushing past me. The thought of her naked made my cock even harder. After she had brought my nipple to attention she clamped it. Pain shot through me. She stroked me and whispered encouragements in my ear. The left nipple was next. The clamps hurt going on, but I knew that they would hurt more coming off. She tugged a couple more times and asked me how I liked that.

“Orange, Mistress” I replied as I sucked in gulps of air.

“Okay, let me move on.”

Cate pulled my scrotum again, and then she started to bind my balls and cock, figure eights and loops splitting the pair and encasing the base of my rock hard penis.

“If I do this again expect me to add some weights. Your cock and balls are mine and only mine.”

I heard her footsteps as she moved away from me. “One more pain item before we get to my pleasure” she promised, the words barely out of her mouth before I felt a stinging across my back. At each stroke I could feel a number of sharp points abrading my skin, stinging. After ten I lost count though Cate tells me she gave me eighteen before I called out “red.” Each stroke was reasonable to bear but the accumulated heat was what made me call it.

Cate pinched my earlobe and dragged me to my feet. She left the binding on my cock and balls but removed the clamps from my nipples. I sank as the pain surged through me, ably assisted by Cate rubbing my sore nubs to encourage blood flow.

She guided me for a few steps and told me to kneel again.

“Find the treasure she invited.” I leant forward and my nose struck gold: wiry pubic hair. I moved my head slightly, pushed out my tongue and ate her cunt like there was not tomorrow. It wasn’t a subtle, gentle, exercise but rather a blood rush towards a passionate outcome. She egged me on, threatening that I needed to get her off soon, or she would do something like make me wear a garter and suspenders to work. I worked out my first hard limit at that moment. I didn’t need threats as I worked her over. She exploded, legs crossed behind me, drawing my face into her more and more.

I stayed still, waiting for her next move. After a few minutes she pushed me to the ground. Noting that my cock was like granite she slid onto me reverse cowgirl, bucking as she rode me. I found out later that she had a mirror there, and was watching as my penis split her while she pulsed up and down.

She asked me to sit up, which changed the position, but allowed me to caress her small sweet breasts, tugging her cherry nipples as they ripened beneath my hands. I also tongued her neck and nibbled on her ear. This drove her crazy and helped to bring on her second orgasm.

She unbound my penis, and invited me to “shower with me.”

The blindfold came off and before we went upstairs she showed me what she had used to discipline me. She had spent little money, and had drawn inspiration from several stories she had read about using domestic items. The clamps were timber clothespins, the binding was done with garden mersin escort twine, and the very effective whip used lengths of knotted nylon string tied to a ruler. She also had a wooden spoon and several domestic candles ready in case she wanted to use them.

When we arrived in the bathroom Cate asked me to remove the heels she had been wearing. In the shower we let the water flow over us. I realised that I had not orgasmed yet. Cate, reading my mind, said “Let me.”

She soaped up and caressed my cock. I slyly started to work on her again, eventually sliding a finger in. We kissed deeply as I came, followed shortly after by Cate’s third.

After drying off Cate quite unceremoniously told me to go home, that she might be in touch.

The next morning my phone buzzed. Groggily I checked it. My nights sleep had been haphazard as I turned the evening’s events over and over, memories tumbling together in a snowball of emotions including wonder, joy and fear. I wanted more and I wanted Cate but I had no idea how she felt. The screen lit up with the name of a cafe in a nearby town, a time and the simple word “talk.”

I hurriedly showered and dressed and drove to the cafe. I was lucky I wasn’t pulled over for speeding. I settled in with a coffee and waited. Fifteen minutes late Cate walked in. She wore a black shirt with little white flowers on it, a pair of worn black jeans that were missing their knees, black sand shoes and her hair was in a ponytail. The jeans hugged her legs, while her hair swung from side to side as she sauntered across the cafe. She looked spectacular and more than my eyes followed her across the room.

We ordered food so that the waitress who was hanging around left us alone for a while. I was very keen to find out what Cate was thinking.

“Want to do that again?” she asked as soon as the air was clear.

“Yes please” I responded almost too quickly. The thought of submitting again excited me.

“This is what I want” Cate began to respond. “I had fun last night and the sex was the best I can remember. But I actually want more. I think I could run through my Female domination fantasies quite quickly, although I am sure I will find more to explore. And there are other things to explore, like anal, and maybe playing with some others. All that takes a strong, committed relationship, which is what I really want. What I propose is that we see each socially for a bit and see if we get on. If that is good I think we can work out the rest of it. I want to go to the city tomorrow for lunch and to explore the art gallery. Would you like to join me?”

“I haven’t been to the gallery for a long time. That sounds like lots of fun. Let me organise lunch and surprise you.”

“Lovely” Cate responded. “There is one other thing. This must remain an absolute secret at work. At least until we know what this actually is.”

I agreed with everything Cate wanted.

The next day we had a great lunch a beautiful French restaurant. Cate sashayed from the restaurant to the gallery in a beautiful floral vintage dress and slingbacks while I walked beside her proudly and admiringly. Another killer look. After lunch we moved to the Art Gallery. Cate loved the vintage black and white photographs while I liked some amazing large landscapes. We both admired the Japanese woodblock prints.

On our way back to the station we noticed an adult shop. We looked at each other and moved towards the shop in sync. Fifteen minutes later we emerged, the proud owners of a buttplug, a cock and ball harness, a six inch dildo and a harness for Cate to wear at some later date.

I’m sure, if things went well, we would be back for more toys.

Over lunch we had talked more about female domination. I told Cate about my fantasy, and she replied that she would, when in the mood, do it her way and that as her sub, I would have to just suck it up and enjoy the time. I realised that she was right, and that whatever clothing she wore really made no difference to the way I enjoyed the session. While we were in the sex toy shop I did tease her, suggesting a corset and boots would make her more dominant. She laughed, and then told me I could buy her some boots, of her choosing, for her birthday, along with some beautiful lingerie. I knew we had a future then.

Erin on the Gambling Table (Overhauled).

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Chapter III. Do ends justify the means?

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“Here, wear this,” Cassius unceremoniously told her as he handed her a paper bag. He seemed mentally busy; his thoughts focused on something else.

The fact that he was handing her clothes after he had forbidden them completely was strange enough, but the contents of the bag only deepened her surprise.

The outfit itself was similar to the ones he used to give her during the first few days; a slim-fitted, sleeveless white crop top, and a thong, both white. However, for the very first time he was handing her actual clothes, nothing transparent or minuscule. It was revealing, but not more than anything she would’ve comfortably worn at the beach.

Erin didn’t protest. She obediently put on the clothes and stood up to model them for him. Cassius was looking at her dispassionately, with the expression of someone who’s trying to objectively assess the merits of something.

“I think that will work,” he said after a while. His lips drew a small smile of satisfaction at a job well done, then, without giving her the chance to ask, he went out of the room to retrieve a few more items: a couple of 4-inch white stilettos, some make up, and a new bottle of perfume.

“I have a few friends coming over tonight. In fact, Ryan, the one I talked to you about, the one who owns the house, is coming. I want to… display you properly, without letting them see too much.”

He said it like it was supposed to be an explanation, but it only managed to give her more questions.

“You know how this works. Vermillion lips, no foundation, don’t go crazy on the makeup. Also, make sure to style your hair nicely. I need you ready by 20:00. I’m a little busy but I’ll come back later to check on you, OK?”

Before she could reply, he gave her a wet kiss, then left the room without saying anything else. Erin lingered for a bit, unsure whether she should feel nervous about it. Then she put her thoughts behind her and started getting ready.

The guests started arriving at 20:00 sharp. It was only a handful of people. A few guys in expensive clothes plus the girls they were probably sleeping with. Ryan was one of the first ones to arrive. Tall, blonde, blue eyed, slim guy in his early thirties, with a sharp angular face, wearing a fake embroidered cowboy shirt and jeans. His pose was that of an aristocrat. His demeanor was friendly enough, but she didn’t like the way he looked at her; it was clear that the man had taken an interest in her instantly, and she didn’t feel comfortable standing around him in these clothes. Cassius, however, didn’t seem to notice. He mostly looked enthusiastic to see the man.

She couldn’t help but feel excited at first, it was the first time she had seen anyone besides Cassius and Justine in almost a month, but the evening went by slowly. She found the girls to be empty and uninteresting, even when talking about topics she loved. The guys, on the other hand, she found intimidating. All accomplished millionaires with whom she had very little in common, and who kept looking at her like she was little more than meat. She couldn’t believe those were the people Cassius considered his friends. More than once she thought about asking his permission to simply go to bed, but she knew it was important for him, and decided to make an effort.

At least the food is good, I guess. Justine had put a lot of effort into preparing a wonderful assortment of sushi for the evening.

They ate and drank, then set the table for a poker game.

Cassius told her to sit on his lap for good luck. Erin had no idea how the game was played but figured it could be interesting to watch him. About an hour went by and a few thousand dollars changed hands. It looked like Cassius was winning.

At one point in the evening it came to a showdown between Cassius and Ryan for the biggest pot yet. Ryan looked very confident, but in the end, Cassius had the better hand.

“I hate playing this game with you,” he complained, throwing away his cards, “It’s not normal to have the kind of good luck you have.”

“I have a very good lucky charm,” Cassius replied while caressing Erin’s thigh. She was a little surprised about how affectionate he was being, but it was nice to see him like that.

Ryan fixed his eyes on Erin. She turned away from him but could feel his eyes all over her. “A very nice looking one as well… I hope you lend her to me sometime.”

“No, man, that’s not going to happen,” he promptly replied while dealing the next hand.

“So, that’s how it is between us?” Ryan huffed sarcastically, “I let you stay in my house but you won’t share your toys with me?”

Cassius couldn’t help but chuckle. “If I ever get a house, you’re more than welcome to stay, but I don’t share my toys. That’s a bit more intimate than I’m interested in getting with you.”

All the guests at the table laughed. Erin laughed as well, but more out artvin escort of nervousness than genuine amusement. She was not comfortable being discussed like that.

“Fair enough. How about selling her then?” Ryan kept prodding.

“Not happening,” Cassius repeated. The conversation was eerily casual. Both men were talking in a slightly amused tone, the kind of tone people use to poke fun at each other and discuss trivialities. Erin wanted to scream at them both. At Ryan for talking about her like that, and at Cassius for not defending her.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so stubborn. I’ll pay you well. In fact, tell me how much she cost and I’ll double it. You can get two just like her.”

Cassius was not looking at either one of them, seemingly absorbed in his cards, but his lips produced a warm smile that was clearly unrelated to the game.

“No, I can’t,” he replied. Most of the guests on the table were not paying attention to the conversation but two people fixed their eyes on him: one was Ryan, slightly intrigued; the other was Erin.

They played the hand and progressively, Cassius forced everyone to fold, until it was only him and Ryan again.

It was Ryan’s turn to bet, but he didn’t immediately play. He locked his eyes on the couple and lingered for a moment. Even at a friendly game, he was extremely competitive. After losing to Cassius all night, he was looking forward to turning the tables.

He looked at his cards, then at the couple again, and he saw an opportunity.

“You’re not willing to rent her, you’re not willing to sell her, I wonder… Would you be willing to bet her?”

The mood on the entire table changed. Everyone was looking around, intrigued and expectant at the new development. Erin could feel all eyes fixed on the three of them. She looked nervously at Cassius who had never looked more hesitant than he was then. She realized in horror he was actually thinking about it.

“Look, we’re just playing a friendly game. I really don’t want to…” Cassius began, trying to defuse the situation, but Ryan wouldn’t let it go.

“What’s the matter?” he interrupted, “You seemed so confident in your cards a minute ago. I’ll tell you what. I know you’ve been trying to find a more permanent place to stay. I’ll bet you this manor that you like so much, if you’re willing to risk her.”

Cassius’ poker face cracked entirely, and a nervous smile drew across his lips. “Why… Why would you do that?” he queried, almost stuttering in his nervousness, “The manor is much more expensive than her.”

“So, consider the extra cost a compensation for whatever emotional value she has to you.”

He paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink; his eyes still staring at Erin.

“Look, the offer is on the table,” he continued, trying to break Cassius’s hesitance, “I think we both know you’re the kind of person who regrets passing on these kinds of opportunities. Your call.”

Cassius stared at his cards and began tapping nervously on the table. He briefly moved his eyes towards Ryan’s smug smile, then went back to stare at his cards. Erin was shaking in his lap. She wanted to cry in anger and disgust but felt completely paralyzed. The worst part for her was that nobody seemed to notice. The jerks at the table were all smiling and laughing, Ryan was undressing her with his eyes and Cassius seemed completely absorbed in his own head.

“I’m in,” He finally said. For Erin, the next few seconds passed extremely slowly. She could’ve sworn time had stopped completely.

Ryan showed his cards, never losing his smile, revealing a full house. The enraptured guests all turned to Cassius. He let an instant go by in suspense with a blank expression, then, revealed a better full house. The entire table laughed and clapped excitedly while Ryan threw his hands in the air, defeated. Erin seized the commotion to run away to her room.

The scene lasted for about a minute. A couple of people began mocking Ryan. A couple of others congratulated Cassius. Nobody seemed to notice Erin was gone. Nobody seemed to care.

When the guests finally settled down, Cassius was still staring at Ryan with a soft smile. He looked awfully calm considering what he had done.

“I really thought I had you there,” said Ryan, contemplating the cards. He then reached into his pockets and put a set of keys on the table, “Well, a bet is a bet. I guess I’m going to go before I lose something actually valuable.” He gestured the girl with whom he had arrived and left without saying another word. Cassius sent everybody home amongst protests, saying the night was over.

Once the guests were gone, he stood in the middle of the living room for a moment and looked around, contemplating. The silence around him like a quiet and respectful acknowledgement of how far he had gotten. A moment passed with him basking in his victory. Then, he hurried upstairs, knowing Erin needed comforting.

When he arrived in the bedroom, he found her curled up aydın escort on the bed, sobbing.

“Kitten…” he called sweetly.

“Go away!” she rasped, her voice seething with rage. It didn’t matter to her anymore if she angered him or if he punished her. She felt betrayed.

“Kitten…” he called her again, softer this time.

“I said go away! And don’t fucking call me kitten!” she yelled. Cassius could tell she was making an effort to keep her voice from breaking.

“Kitten…” he repeated a third time, this time extremely soft.

“I said don’t call me that!” She screamed again. For a moment she stared at him with a choleric expression, almost snarling, trying to look intimidating. Cassius remained calm and silent. Slowly, her expression began to crack. When she couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, she buried her head in the pillow and continued weeping inconsolably.

Erin cursed herself. She was telling herself that she should be hurling insults at him, not crying; he wasn’t worth crying over, he wasn’t worth her pain. But even then, she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. It seemed like every time she saw something positive in him, she stupidly allowed herself to feel hope, only to be let down.

She had thought she’d seen something in his eyes back on the table, especially with everything he was doing lately, something that had instantly made her feel that maybe things wouldn’t be so bad, only for him to immediately bet her.

Cassius let her vent for a couple of minutes, until he couldn’t stand watching her cry anymore.

“You told me you wanted the house.”

He paused for a moment to let the words sink in her mind and take her out of her distress. Erin wiped her tears and tried to find some composure to face him again.

“You told me you wanted the house, didn’t you? I can’t afford to buy you this house, kitty. But I could trick him into giving it to me.”

The words almost sound like an apology. Erin stared at him blankly for a second, then started shaking her head. “No… There’s no way in hell you planned this.”

“No? I know he’s competitive, I know he’s obsessive, I know he can’t stand it when someone denies him what he wants, I know what kind of girl he likes, I knew he was going to be willing to bet the manor if that would get him what he wanted, and I know he has a gambling problem. So, knowing all that, draw your own conclusions.”

“And if you had lost?” she challenged him.

Cassius gave her a tender look. “Do you really think if there was any chance that I might have lost, I would have accepted the bet?”

“I saw your face. You looked scared, hesitant…”

“Of course I was, darling. I was acting! How else do you expect me to trick him?”

Erin remained staring at him perplexed. The entire plot came alive before her eyes, from the moment he had told her he wanted to display her properly. Cassius looked in amusement as she started putting the pieces together.

“Ryan… he’s supposed to be your friend. He even… lent you his house… And you manipulated him to take it away.”

“Don’t tell me you now feel bad for Ryan,” he replied dismissively. Erin lingered in silence for a moment. There really was no remorse in his eyes. He looked quite proud.

“You’re evil…” she whispered.

Cassius smirked, almost as if it was a compliment.

“To my core… but don’t say I never do anything nice for you.”

In a comical gesture, he walked up to her and with one finger he gently pushed her chin upwards, closing her mouth, which had been gaping for since he revealed his plan. Then he fetched some champagne from one of the cabinets and poured two glasses.

“Here,” he told her while handing her one, “and liven up, kitty. There’s a lot to be happy about.”

Up until that point she hadn’t had the opportunity to think about it, but now, and with that champagne in her hand, it all started sinking in. Her expression didn’t change however; she still was very much perplexed at the fact he had actually listened to her.

“You really did this for me?” she asked a little timidly, like she was fearing his answer.

Cassius smiled sweetly and nuzzled her left cheek. “I had thought about it before, but when you told me you liked it, I decided it was time.”

She couldn’t help but smile adoringly at him. “That’s… that’s amazing… Thank you.”

A moment passed in silence. He continued to caress her without taking his eyes off of her. She almost felt sad for her early thoughts about him. Cassius saw something familiar in her face.

“You want me to fuck you,” he unabashedly stated, breaking the silence.

She blushed and covered herself protectively with her arms. Her expression was adorably coy. “W-What? Why would you think that?”

“I know that expression. Fidgeting nervously with your hair, very lightly wiggling your hips… that’s what you do when you feel playful. You got turned on by all this, didn’t you?” His tone could almost hypnotize balıkesir escort her.

She laughed and finally broke the near-stupor state she was in, and threw herself onto him, almost knocking him backwards. “It was impressive. Please don’t do it again… I was terrified.”

“You played your role well. You were a very good girl tonight,” he told her as he placed his arms around her. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning. There was a sense of pride in his words and his look. Genuine pride in her actions. She felt a dark chill running through her body that further fueled her desire.

Cassius felt that she was standing on the edge of plunging into the depths of her submission. He gently laid her face down on the bed. She did not protest as he unclothed her and tied her down.

“This might hurt a bit at first. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

She felt him spreading her cheeks and a cold liquid spreading around the skin of her ass, followed by metal pressing against her.

“Wait!,” she cried nervously, “What are you doing?”

“It’s a small buttplug. Don’t worry, just relax and push out a bit,” he replied a little amused as he gently massaged her clit to help her relax, while he forced the plug into her.

It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it definitely felt a lot bigger than he was describing. She could feel something large and cold resting against the outside of her body. He wiggled it a bit and saw her flinching.

Cassius left for a few seconds, then promptly returned waving a flogger.

“This one is a bit harsher than what I’ve used so far,” he told her while walking around the bed. Her heartbeat became faster as she started anticipating the lashes.

The delicious sound of the flogger cracking against her skin echoed against the wall a few times. Erin’s muscles would visibly tense every time, but she didn’t scream. “Thank you, Master” was all she could say through ragged breaths. Her chest rose and fell as her breaths became deeper and faster.

After about five lashes, Cassius stopped hitting and instead began planting soft kisses on the marks he was leaving on her skin. Already she was getting red, and the fact that she was so pale made the color stand out deliciously. Erin could feel her eyes watering, but she didn’t want to stop.

Cassius repeated the process for a bit, until her ass was shining red. He noticed that Erin was now pushing herself to meet the lashes. She was sobbing into the mattress, but there was also a wet patch under her pussy.

“Ok. Enough pain for today.” He told her while lightly caressing her ass.

Erin moaned as his fingers caressed her.

“Thank you, Master. I’m grateful,” she told him with some effort. Cassius grinned widely.

He turned her head and kissed her passionately, trying to stop her crying. She was trembling but found enough strength to kiss him back.

“Now, beg me,” he told her while caressing her face.

“Please, Master. Fuck your little slave. Make me cum,” she whispered.

He climbed on to the bed and placed himself above her. He was holding his weight with his elbows but still managed to squeeze her a bit.

Cassius teased her with the tip of his cock for a bit, before entering her very slowly. He could feel Erin’s walls tensing as he entered her.

Between Cassius and the buttplug, Erin felt extremely full. The skin of his pelvis rubbing against the sore skin of her ass was a little painful, but not so much she couldn’t enjoy it. He thrust very deeply, driving her mad with his slow pace.

Cassius paused for a moment, remaining completely inside her, and lifted her upper body a bit to kiss her.

“Are you my pet?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Master. I’m your pet!” she cried.

He pushed her face down and continued thrusting, as fast as he could this time. She screamed into the mattress as she got closer.

“May I cum, please?” she cried

“Cum, little pet.” He commanded.

Erin let out a loud scream and felt her legs trembling, followed by Cassius’ cum flooding her pussy.

“Good girl,” he told her while caressing her back.

After he untied her, she moved her hand to caress her ass. It was very sore, almost too much, but she couldn’t deny she enjoyed it. She was becoming more and more accepting of the fact she loved the pain.

Cassius helped her get inside the bed and held her tightly. “Close your eyes, baby.” He whispered softly as he continued to caress her. “This is your bed, in your house. You are home.”

His voice felt almost like a lullaby. She fell asleep almost immediately. That night she would rest better than any night before in the manor.

—

“What’s my name?” he playfully asked, already holding the flogger in his hand.

She couldn’t believe she still didn’t know. She had lived with him for nearly a month, they talked every day, by then he knew her body about as well as he knew his—all the sensitive spots, the ticklish spots…— and she still didn’t know who he was. At that point she was resigned that either he was going to tell her, or she would never know.

It made her more than a little nervous. She wondered if he thought she knew him more than she actually did. She didn’t want to have him tell her his name only for her to stare at him blankly trying to figure out who he was. That would surely displease him.