Jessie Ch. 15

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Author’s note:

This chapter contains no sexual activity. It will resume in Chapter 17.

This chapter does contain some violence. If that bothers you, please resume reading at Chapter 16.

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September

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I tuned out the sirens, tuned out the radio, tuned out all distractions except the pivot tables in the spreadsheet I was working on. Fucking things never worked right.

I looked up at a knock on my office door a few minutes later. “Come in.”

The floor assistant, my quasi-secretary, stuck her head around the door frame. “Isn’t Greene Park near your house, Gary?”

I thought about it. That was where Jessie and Sienna played basketball. “Yeah, kind of, a couple blocks over. Why?”

Janet fidgeted. “Turn up the radio, I heard them say something about a shooting near there.”

The pivot tables dropped from my consciousness, and I cranked up the radio on my docked laptop. I’d taken to keeping a news station running at low volume in the background at all times, tracking the reports of the Brotherhood across the nation ever since the highway attack in August. My coworkers had given me shit for turning into a talk radio junkie, and I played along.

” – are coming in that attackers targeted a local deli. It’s unclear whether the shooting was random or specific, since the Greene Park area has seen its share of gang violence in the last several years. Sources are telling us that there are multiple dead, though a full count hasn’t been reached and likely won’t be for several hours. Tricia, what can you tell us – “

I rose, bile churning up my throat as my stomach dropped to the floor. I felt hot and loose and my ears buzzed. Deli by Greene Park. That was Ashley’s store.

“Yeah, that’s by my house,” I told Janet. “I’m leaving. Reschedule my two o’clock.”

I grabbed my briefcase and sprinted out.

Not again. Not fucking again. And what were the fucking odds that there was a random gang shooting THIS SUMMER in THIS CITY at THE SHOP where Sienna worked?

Nil.

I didn’t know her schedule. I hoped against hope she was at home. Either way…Ashley…

I dialed up Jessie as I sprinted for my truck. “C’mon, answer,” I growled. “ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE!” My voice echoed around the parking ramp as I yanked open the door. I put the phone on speaker, threw it on the passenger seat and roared out as soon as the key hit ignition.

Jessie picked up. “Hey, what’s up?”

“You hear sirens nearby?”

Her voice went small. “Yeah, why?”

“Your mom called, wants you to bring her that package, I think it’s upstairs.”

I heard movement and she muffled the phone, called out for Jane. More movement and I could tell she’d scooped the little girl up. Motherfucker, that meant Sienna wasn’t home. Maybe. “Is See there?”

“No, she works until three, then I have class. Why, what is this about?” I could hear her footsteps on the stairs.

“Pretty sure there was a shooting at Ashley’s.”

Her voice went small. “You try her phone?”

“Not yet. Hunker down upstairs. Shoot anyone who comes through the door, I’ll call and let you know it’s me before I come in. I don’t think this is random, or gang-related like they’re saying on the news.”

“You think they’re after See.”

“I think they found her.”

I heard my safe door open with a beep, and metallic rustling within, the slide of steel on steel and a spring compressing as Jessie chamber checked one of my little AR pistols. “We’ll wait for you. Let me know what you hear.”

“Will do. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Traffic was interminable being across town. I tried to put all the horrible what-ifs out of my head, tried not to feel worry, pain, anxiety. What would be would be. Winding myself up would do no one any good.

I couldn’t help but think of Sienna though. Stupid stuff, like showing her how to clean out the pool filter, or picking the threads out of a tag in her shirt with my knife because it was scratching her. Cooking dinner and eating with her and Jessie and Jane at the table, hearing about the antics of bar patrons or stupid customers at the shop. Watching her play dolls with her daughter.

I realized I was hyperventilating, my eyes tearing up, and I punched the steering wheel.

I did not know what I would do if she was dead. I didn’t know how I would walk, talk, eat, sleep. I couldn’t imagine doing those things in a world so ugly and unfair.

“FUCKING STOP IT!” I roared at my reflection in the rearview.

I parked a few blocks away from Ashley’s store. I could hear the commotion, from here, didn’t want to worry about getting a vehicle in and out. I shrugged off my sport coat, sprinted down the sidewalks, my anxiety rising as I closed on the scene.

Neighbors to the shop were crowded against the police tape, officers holding the curious onlookers back. Cruisers whined piercingly, cutting through the shouting and high volume talking like a knife. One officer xslot checked under ambulances with a mirror on a stick. Good idea.

I found Mrs. Nelson halfway through the crowd, and she jumped when I tapped her shoulder. “What happened?” I asked.

“Gang shooting they’re saying. I haven’t seen or heard much.”

“Victims?”

“Several customers, one shooter is what I heard.”

That’d be Ashley. She kept a Shockwave shotgun behind the counter. “Staff? Is Ashley alright? I know Sienna was working today.”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry.” She touched my arm, tried to reassure me. It didn’t work.

I pushed deeper into the crowd, elbowing my way to the front and pissing people off as I went. The storefront had bullet holes in it, glass spiderwebbed and missing in chunks. A smear of red streaked the brick wall by the entrance, and more darkened the pavement out front. Cops milled around on the lawn, and they parted for a stretcher bearing a long black bag.

I swallowed hard.

I didn’t know.

I wouldn’t speculate.

I circled the crime scene, not actually violating the perimeter but trying to find one cop alone, away from the crowd. I found one guarding an alley leading to the back of the store. Big burly guy with a bald head and red mustache. He eyed me suspiciously as I approached, and I’d like to think my appearance – harried businessman – disarmed him enough that he wouldn’t throw the cuffs on right away. “This is an active crime scene, you’re going to need to leave,” he told me.

“I know, I know, just… Officer, my girlfriend was in that store. One of the employees. I need to know if she’s ok.”

He stopped forward like he was going to put a hand on my shoulder, remembered his training, stepped back. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve been back here the entire time, I don’t know much about what’s going on inside. Do you have a name, description?”

“Sienna Schneider, five foot seven, five-ten, somewhere in there. Hundred and thirty pounds ish. Blonde hair, green eyes. Please, if you could ask someone. The store owner too, she’s a friend of mine, we do a lot for the neighborhood together. Ashley, she’s from India, I can’t pronounce her last name. Smaller than Sienna, long dark braids?”

He took a step back. Bent his head low to his mic, and the only words I picked up were “distraught” and “boyfriend.” I waited interminable seconds, sweat dripping down my torso under my shirt, anxiety and fear and warm fall weather. I could hear trees rustling in the warm breeze and the sky overhead was a brilliant blue. What a beautiful day to be alive.

What a terrible day.

“No female victim matches the description you have for your girlfriend,” the officer stated, and my heart leaped. “Your friend Ashley was shot and was taken to the hospital. I can’t tell you more than that, I’m sorry.”

“Do you know where Sienna is?”

“We’ve got no one by that name or description either in the hospital, being interviewed, or in a bag. Maybe she was out, maybe she didn’t stick around? This is the kind of neighborhood where people don’t hang out to talk to cops.”

“Thanks, that gives me hope. Do you know how Ashley is? Did they say?”

“Sorry, man.”

“Thank you.” I headed for the truck. I called Sienna’s phone from the driver’s seat, listened to the rings with growing anxiety. “Hey, it’s Gary. Call me if you’re safe. Call me if you’re not. Just let me know you’re ok. I… Bye.”

I called Jessie as I drove downtown. She picked up at the second ring. “Gary, what’s up? How are Sienna and Ashley? What did you hear?”

“Sienna’s missing. Ashley got shot.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m calling. What hospital would they take gunshot victims to from this neighborhood.”

“Umm…” she thought a moment, then rattled off a local hospital that was perpetually in the news for low funding.

“That’s what I thought. I’m on my way there, gonna try to find out how Ashley is. If she’s…fuck… If she’s ok, I’ll try to talk to her, find out what happened to See. Sorry honey, I don’t think you’re gonna make it to class today.”

“That’s ok, I’m sure the teacher will understand. Tell Ashley, I’m thinking of her, get well.”

“Will do. You can come downstairs if you want, don’t feel like you need to stay barricaded upstairs, but keep the doors locked and the shutters down. Just… Just in case. Keep a gun close too.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

“Hug Jane for me too.”

She sighed, and it sounded painful. “I will. Call me as soon as you know something.”

“You got it. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

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From the hospital, I updated Jessie as soon as I heard about Ashley. In surgery, doing well.

And then I waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

And some more after that.

I called Sienna’s phone every hour. Jessie every two. Updated her with nothing. I fucked around on my phone. Called in paid time off for the next two days. Sat in the waiting room as harried humanity suffered physically and mentally around me. Anxious families, injured xslot Giriş people, stressed staff. Occasionally there would be shouting and one of the two uniforms in the lobby would move to investigate.

It was a “gun and knife club” hospital like Nina used to work in. Violent neighborhoods funneled their victims here, and the poverty was in evidence, dirty chairs and upholstery, old magazines, unchanged lightbulbs, just barely not-enough staff.

I ate at a nearby bar for dinner because I didn’t trust the cafeteria to serve anything besides chocolate jello and cheesy toast.

I finally got to see Ashley around eleven that night. Per Jessie, Sienna hadn’t returned yet. My mind couldn’t help but run to the worst.

Ashley looked small, in the massive white-sheeted bed, hooked up to pain meds, a machine taller than she was giving constant vitals and medication readings. She looked at me groggily. “Hey.”

The doctors had shaved her head, and it was bandaged. A massive bandage encompassed her left arm and chest, and her normally dark skin looked as pale as the cloth and tape. “You look great,” I quipped. “What did you do to end up in the hospital.”

She smiled, fought a laugh that turned into a pained cough. “I got shot. I’m like you now.”

“Where? What happened?”

“Water?”

I helped her drink from a mug with a straw. She sighed at the cool liquid, raised a hand to point at her head. “I’m like you. Shot in the head. That’s why they cut my hair I guess. Chest too. Twice in the shoulder.”

“Short hair looks better on you than me.”

She grimaced and coughed again.

“I heard you got one of them. Good job.”

“Proud of me, ya?”

“Very.” I sat and leaned close. “Who was it? What happened?”

“Cops are telling me it was a gang thing, and they would’ve been able to make it look like it if I didn’t hit one of them.” Another cough wracked her slight frame.

It felt like the temperature in the room dropped thirty degrees, and my heart rate spiked. “Make it look like a gang thing?”

“Black and red, Gary. Three of them, wearing bulletproof vests. They just…swept…in.”

Ashley was quiet a while, and I covered her hand with mine. Another person knew what mortal violence looked like. Another soul damaged by evil. More lasting pain inflicted on a good person.

Dammit.

“They shot the customers, shot me. I got one of them in the head with my shotgun before I got hit. Pumped it one-handed, hit another. They came behind the counter and that’s when they…” Tears welled in her eyes and she bit her lip and I knew she was reliving the execution shot that should’ve killed her. “I’ve got a hard head,” she said with a bitter coughing laugh. “Bullet hit at just the right angle, followed my skull, exited out the back.”

“Good,” was all I could think to say.

“They took Sienna.”

My blood ran even colder and a buzzing started in my ears. “What?”

“I didn’t tell the police this, because they were VERY insistent on it being gang-related. Like, weirdly so.”

“Tell me, please.”

“Water?”

I helped her drink again, and around that time the machine buzzed and she sighed as more painkiller dulled her senses.

“I could hear her screaming. Calling for me. They brought her out through the front of the store. I heard tires and an engine.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah… I’m not telling anyone else, Gary. These cops scare me. They keep telling me about gangs, like it’s a really strong suggestion.”

“Ok.”

“Find her. Get her back.”

“I will.”

I held her hand until she fell asleep. Held it a while longer.

I didn’t want to leave my friend – one of the first I’d made when I moved to Milwaukee. I didn’t want to let her out of my sight.

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I called Jessie to let her know I’d be coming home soon, not to shoot when I opened the door.

I sat in the darkened garage for a long time, contemplating my next moves. Trying to figure out what to do next.

Trying not to think about Sienna. I didn’t know where she was. I didn’t know if she was even in the state. I didn’t know if she was still alive, or if I’d ever see her again. Al I knew was that nothing good was happening to her right now.

I tried to block it from my mind.

We were a long way from the day she’d flashed me in my college office.

I let myself into the house, locked up behind me. Jessie was sitting on the couch watching news coverage of the shooting, Jane sleeping with her head on her lap. “Shhh… she didn’t want to go upstairs without her mom.”

I took the stubby AR15 pistol off the coffee table, checked the bolt as quietly as I could, verified safe. “I need to talk to you.”

Very slowly, she eased out from under Jane, covered her with a blanket, then followed me into the kitchen. “You ok? Where’s See? How’s Ashley doing?”

“I’m fine. Ashley got shot twice in the chest. They tried to execute her and tagged the edge of her skull. Like me.” I reached up and rubbed the scar on the side of my head.

“And Sienna?”

“The xslot Güncel Giriş Brotherhood has her. Killed everyone in the store, dragged her out.”

Jessie staggered in place, went even paler than usual. “Oh. Fuck.”

“Yeah.” It hurt to say. Hurt to think about.

“News is saying it was a gang thing. Police chief said that very specifically. Why…?”

“They would,” I said grimly. Sienna’s warning about Morgan owning cops and politicians was coming to disturbing life.

“What are you gonna do? What CAN we do?” Jessie was standing with her hand on the edge of the table, looking exsanguinated. I couldn’t blame her. I put the AR down and hugged her. Felt her heartbeat against mine, the rise and fall of her breath. She was alive, and I was gonna keep it that way. No matter what.

“We need to get McKenna here, under this roof. If they’re hitting people close to us… there’s none closer.”

“Ok. What about Don?”

“He’s a friend, and he comes over on occasion, but it’s not like he’s ALWAYS here, you know? Besides, he’d probably enjoy the chance to unload on those assholes. First shooting the police investigate this year where the attacker gets shot with fifteen different calibers.”

Jessie snickered, and it felt good to hear her express something like happiness.

“I’ll call him though. Let him know he might expect trouble.”

The call to Don took about five minutes. I apprised him of the situation, he asked if I need anything, I told him I’d let him know, and then we hung up. I felt guilty for disturbing him in the wee hours of the morning, but he’d been awake and coherent. Probably swinging a massive sledge or doing overhead presses with cinderblocks to get those gorgeous arms.

McKenna arrived an hour later with an overnight bag. First thing she did was hug Jessie. Then me. Then she took the now-awake Jane up to bed and tucked her in. In the absence of her mother, the little girl seemed comforted by the pint-sized programmer. She listened to Mickey, was more easily corralled by Mickey, far better than us.

We sat at the kitchen table, me cleaning guns on a towel, the girls watching the news and playing with their phones. McKenna had taken me up on my offer to give her my two Remington forty-fives last spring, and I did those first. I’d only carried them for a brief time down in Florida, and it felt weird to have them back in my hands. I was surprised I still remembered the takedown of the hundred and twenty-year-old design.

Jessie looked up from her tablet, took a sip of her drink. “They’re not even mentioning See. Eight dead in that store, Ashley’s the only wounded. They’re calling it a gang shooting. Fuck, The Brotherhood put out a press release mourning their comrade – the one Ash shot. Saying he’s a victim and blaming the whole thing on the number of gun stores in Wisconsin and the amount of poverty in this neighborhood.”

She took another slug of whiskey. “I don’t know Mike, when we were struggling to make ends meet, did you ever think ‘y’know, a perfectly reasonable response to buying ramen all the time is to go shoot up the corner store?’ Fuckers.”

McKenna looked at me uncomfortably, shrugged.

“They’re not even looking for her,” Jessie continued. She’s just GONE. How… How do we get her back? How do we convince them to even begin looking for her? Ash was paying her in cash the whole time, she wasn’t even on the fucking payroll or schedule. She was a ghost.”

“I’ll do it,” McKenna said.

“What?” I looked up from twisting the barrel bushing through the recoil spring.

She spooned more of her sundae into her mouth, chewed. “I’ll go to the police tomorrow morning. Tell them I saw a blonde woman getting hauled out of the building and into a truck after the shooting by a couple red and black shitheads. Keeps The Brotherhood from connecting her to you, or here.”

“Yeah, but then they’re pissed at you.”

The youthful little brunette shrugged “I’m here for the duration.” She caught my questioning eyes. “What? I don’t work. I have literally nothing better to do than hang out with you guys.”

“Ok. Your call.” I slid the pair of forty-fives across the table. She checked them over, put the five-inch in a case and the commander sized model in her purse.

“So what do we do now?” she asked.

“Fuck if I know.”

Jessie let out a shuddering sigh. “I’m gonna go up to bed. I’m dead tired. Gary, if you want to take, like, first watch, I’ll take over later this morning, let you get some sleep.”

“Sounds good.”

“You want some company?” McKenna asked. “You look like you could use some company.”

“Yeah. Just to sleep though.”

“Of course.”

Both women hugged me, Jessie told me she loved me, and then I was alone in the dining room. I loved around the empty, familiar surroundings, feeling a profound sense of loss and worry. I didn’t want to imagine what Sienna was going through right now. I didn’t want to, but knowing the depths of Morgan’s cruelty, I couldn’t help it.

I turned on the news, broke apart another gun for cleaning, and waited for dawn.

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McKenna went to the police station the next day, and I chased Jane around the backyard in the warm fall air, listening to her shrieks of delight and trying not to wonder when or if her mother would return.

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Kanesha Ch. 03: Descent into Slavery

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This story is intended for adult audiences only. All characters found within are above 18 years of age. This is the third chapter in a series centered on the heroine Kanesha Connors. This story was written with the help and approval of the lovely Aerielle. She is the inspiration of the lovely Kanesha and her perils. She has been a huge help in developing the plot and scenes within. We hope everyone enjoys.

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Kanesha’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Voices had stirred her from her slumber.

“Give 336 her breakfast, clean her and prep her for work detail. She’s got a busy day with her processing this afternoon.” She heard an unknown voice say above her small prison. She closed her eyes again for a moment or two as her surroundings came back to her.

Kanesha knelt in the small cell and tried to stretch slowly. Her body ached in a way it never had before. Her pussy and ass hurt from the thick dildos that had tormented her in the same way she’d tormented the slave on the auction block. It was poetic justice in a dark way. Her jaw was in no better shape from the harsh dental gag and cocks that had spent nearly three hours using her mouth for their pleasure. Her arms ached from the wrist bondage to the metal pole slid behind her back.

As her senses slowly returned she could feel the dried cum caked onto her body. The smell and the sensation made her feel dirty and used. The hood she still wore was caked in dried semen as well. As her eyes opened she could see movement just above her grate. She thought it must be Trent come to release her.

Instead she watched as a fat bellied man laid face down across her grate. She watched as he fed his equally fat cock through the bars. “Breakfast 336.” He said “Suck it like you have the past two weeks to earn your daily protein.”

Kanesha balked for only a moment not moving an inch. Surely soon Trent would be setting these guards straight and end her playtime. It was over, the night was over, this was going too far wasn’t it? She saw little choice as she raised herself on her knees, even at barely 5′ tall her tight prison fit her body well. As she lifted her head up and tilted it back she reached the dangling cock.

Her lips parted and she took it into her mouth. The cock tasted worse than all the cock she’d had last night combined. Sweat, pussy and cum was the flavor she tasted as her lips slid up and down feeling the fat shaft grow. She humiliatingly worked the cock for her breakfast, wondering if they would feed her anything but cum this morning. Her belly grumbled with hunger as she started to work faster.

“You worked my cock so much better yesterday.” Came the gruff voice of the man above. “I saw what they did to you in room 111. That take some of the spunk out of ya or put too much spunk in ya?” He laughed.

Kanesha’s shuddered remembering the abuse that she suffered but began working his cock harder determine to serve this guard like she would Trent if it were him to wake her this morning. She pushed her bound body up and down sucking deep the thick cock. She soon felt the man shuddering and tensing his body.

“Fuck… drain those balls good slave…” he muttered. Kanesha soon felt him spasm and cum being pumping down her mouth. She kept every drop inside as she realized this might actually be her breakfast. His cum tasted just like the last thirty loads she’d drank over the course of last night, salty, sticky and bitter.

Kanesha pulled off and painted heavily. “Thank you sir for your load. Is Master Stone coming to retrieve me this morning?” She begged wanting to end this ordeal as soon as possible.

“Last I heard Master Stone was in his office fucking that brown skinned auctioneer slut he seems to like so much.” He opened the grate to Kanesha’s cell. “And by heard, I mean everyone who’s walked by his office has heard her wanton cries. She’s quite a screamer.”

The fat man reached into her small cell and gripped the bar behind her back. He pulled upward and Kanesha groaned feeling the bar jerk tight to her elbows. “Ahhhhhh” she gasped feeling the strain on her shoulders. The guard tossed her on the ground roughly before grabbing her arm and dragging her down the rows of prison cells.

Kanesha noticed some slaves slept in ease in their cells while other cells were empty. She felt the dirty fingers of the man squeeze her bicep tightly as he dragged her out of the room. They entered a large shower and he pushed her to the center. She felt the bar behind her jerked up and locked to a chain in the ceiling. Soon it was cranked higher and higher until it forced her to her tiptoes.

She groaned as she dangled by the bar behind her back. At least she knew in a few moments the dried cum and grime that covered her naked body would soon be washed away. She watched the man move to a water hose beside one of the shower heads and turn on the water.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk” Kanesha screamed as she felt the intense blast of cold water. She xslot didn’t realize the showers wouldn’t be warm and she’d have to suffer the chilling blast of cold water against her skin. The man laughed as she tried to squirm and wiggle but was restricted by the chain and her bondage.

An evil smile crossed his face as he blasted the cold jets across her cum covered tits. He worked the stream down her belly and spent extra time blasting her shaven cunt and mound. He always enjoyed hearing the screams such a strong jet to the cunt always brought. This one was no different as she squirmed and groaned begging for freedom.

He stopped after hosing down her entire body. He admired her petite frame with more than adequate breasts. “Move in and shave her…” He said.

Kanesha’s hadn’t noticed before but a club slave entered her field of vision. The woman had her hands behind her but a gag in her mouth that connected to a shaving razor. Kenesha shuddered hearing the sound of shaving cream and the feeling of the guard applying it to her thighs, calves and mound.

“Hold extremely still…” the guard said after finishing applying the cream. The club slave expertly began cutting away any stubble and cream that now covered her lower body. Kanesha was frozen as she felt the woman work her body with the razor. She felt her already smooth body be shaven clean by the naked slave. She was humiliated to be treated this way, a treatment she realized was every morning for each club slave.

When the slave finished shaving, cool water again cleansed her body. The latex hood was sprayed off last cleaning off all the layers of dried cum that caked it. “Alright 336. Time to put you to work.” The guard said unlocking her wrist restraints and pulling her by the arm with him naked and dripping wet.

They entered another room where Kanesha continued to drip cold water on the floor. Her body shivered and was covered in goosebumps. “I want to see Trent.” She said firmly ready to end this charade.

“Oh you will 336. You’ve been scheduled to clean his office and public room 111 where you were used so thoroughly last night. Then after lunch you’re scheduled for your processing.” The guard said gripping something and turning Kanesha away from him. She felt her wrists pulled tight and fully expected him to lock her wrists together but instead felt something leather glide up her wrists and arms.

The guard strapped the leather arm binder over her shoulders and under her arms. It restricted her movement but she didn’t resist the bindings. She would get this straightened out when she saw Trent. It was probably even part of his plan to have Slave 336 clean his office and then switch her and Melinda back. She barely noticed as the guard moved in front of her.

“Open slut…” He commanded and pushed a gag toward her mouth. She complied and felt a thick cock gag enter her lips. As he buckled it around her head she looked down her nose to see a long shaft extend out and end in a brush. She realized she’d be scrubbing the floors and furniture with her mouth gag and cock inside her lips.

“This should keep a slut like you busy and keep those hands off that sweet cunt of yours. I know how you lazy sluts like to finger orgasms from your body all day…” he laughed snapping a leash to her collar and smacking her ass firmly.

She prayed he’d take her to Trent’s office first so this could all end but instead he took her down the hallway to the public rooms. Opening the door to 111 the odor of sex and sweat filled her nostrils. She watched as he lead her to the center where she’d been throatfucked into submission the night before. Cum stained the rubber mat she had been kneeling on.

“Scrub everything slut. Floor. Couches. Equipment.” He said dropping a bucket of soapy water next to her. “Guards will ‘check’ on you regularly to make sure your working.”

The way he said ‘check’ sent shivers up her spine. She watched as he walked out the door and she wondered how many other club slaves were cleaning public rooms this morning. Kanesha resigned to her fate and went to her knees dipping the brush into the bucket and withdrawing it to scrub the cum from the floor.

It didn’t take long for Kanesha’s knees to ache from the work. Her mouth too had discovered that the brush and cock gag were connected in some way. Each push with her head on the floor lead to the cock pushing slightly into her mouth and throat. She realized not only was she working but she was being trained. Her body responded to the treatment in the same way it always did, she felt the trickle of her juice slide down her clean inner thigh.

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What felt like hours later Kanesha had actually managed to clean most of the floor and several of the leather couches. The seats were stained with juices that weren’t her own. She then realized how much her scene had sent others to fucking. She wondered how many women had cum riding their partners cock while xslot Giriş watching her debasement.

This was the thought on her mind as the door to the room was opened. Inside walked two burly guards. “How’s the work coming in here 336?” Asked one of them with a cruel smile as they both approached her.

Kanesha mumbled something into the gag as the men came closer. She realized both towered over her small frame well over 6′ tall. She felt a meaty hand grip her armbinder and jerk her toward the center of the room. “Let’s see how clean you’ve been scrubbing these floors.” He pushed her down to her knees.

She felt her gag unbuckled next and the other guard slid it from her mouth. She gasp. “Thank you Sir.” As she found herself face to face with her cleaning work.

“Not bad 336. I can barely see any cum that dripped off your naked body onto the floor last night. What a show you put on… both me and Tim here doubled teamed 207 while watching you.” The guard who had ungagged her said.

“I’m glad it was pleasing to you sir.” She said submissively as she felt the other man’s hand on her head pushing her face to the floor.

“It was. Now lick and see if you can taste any cum.” He ordered.

Kanesha shivered under his grasp as her tongue darted out her mouth and slide against the rubber mat. She caught the hint of soap and bitter taste of rubber but no flavor of sex. She craned her neck up. “It’s clean Sir..” She said quietly.

The two men laughed and dragged her to another area and repeated the process. Each time Kanesha licked she felt even more humiliated and hot between her legs. Finally the men moved to the base of the post where Kanesha has spent most of her time.

This lick produced the flavor of her own pussy juice mixed with different loads of semen. Kanesha shuddered and said. “Sir, I apologize. I have not yet had time to clean here.”

One of the men gripped her head jerking It back. “You taste the flavor of cum and pussy juice?” He growled.

“Yes sir.” She replied.

“Who’s pussy juice? Who’s cum?” He growled gripping her armbinder and bending her back.

“My pussy juice sir… and… and… many different men’s cum…” she blushed hard.

“And you didn’t think to clean here first?” He asked smacking a hand across her ass.

“Ahhhhh, Yes sir I did but I was saving it for last, when the brush and water would be dirtier.” She gritted her teeth as she felt the slap sting her right cheek hard.

“Let’s teach the bitch a lesson.” Grumbled one guard as he pushed her toward the other on her knees.

The one in front of Kanesha had already unzipped and pulled out his cock stroking it. He was huge, way bigger than most the members that she’d serviced last night. “Lesson 1. Always start where the slave has been used most.” He said before dropping to his knees and stuffing his cock down her throat.

Kanesha tried to expel the member but that only let her tongue slide along the bottom as he used her. She felt the other man drop behind her and an equally large member slide between her legs. It was at this moment that Kanesha realize she’d only been fucked by the dildos last night. No one had used her pussy or ass. This guard would be the first to take her slave pussy and the thought drove her wild.

The moment he buried inside her from behind she orgasmed on his cock. Slave 336 was being fucked, she was being split roasted by two guards just the way she was supposed to be. They began using her like any other sex slave would be used. Her body swayed back and forth between their large thighs as her pussy and mouth gobbled up their thick members.

“Damn, this bitch had got a decent cunt. Tight and wet and pretty sure she came the instant my cock buried inside her.” The guard using her pussy said.

“Her mouth ain’t bad either.” The other moaned as his hand worked her lips back and forth around him. “I can feel her moan every time you go deep. I wonder if this slave has had cocks this size since being collared?”

“She has. Don’t you remember fucking her last week backstage of the auction? She wasn’t hooded then.” He replied thrusting roughly into Kanesha’s backside. His cock spreading her tight lips with each rough thrust.

“This is her?” The other commented. “I don’t remember her tits being this big…” he said as a hand drifted to Kanesha’s left breast and squeezed. “No that slut didn’t have the handful I’ve got now…”

Kanesha thought for a moment about revealing her identity. Maybe the two guards would realize the mistake and release her, then she could straighten everything out with Trent. Then again in her exposed position they might cruelly use the information to their own advantages. She shuddered thinking of the ways they could twist her situation to their gain. This exact thought took her to her second orgasm of the day.

As her mind cleared from the intense orgasm she heard the men talking further. “The xslot Güncel Giriş boss sure knows his sluts, like that one he has run his auction.” The man drove his cock deep into her cunt and held. “Slave 773 told me he whores that auctioneer out to potential members during the week and she works a strip club on weekdays. Not what you’d expect typically from your auctioneer.” He slid his cock out of her pussy and laid the thick wet member down against her asscrack.

Kanesha tried to scream it wasn’t true but the sound she made only was mutters around the cock in her mouth.

“Fucking lies.” The other said. “You can’t believe a word that comes from a slave’s lips. Especially pertaining to the slut who’s selling her.” Kanesha’s eyes looked up to see him looking down on her.

“But I will say if that Auctioneer ever put on a collar. I’d fuck her mouth just like this….” the cruel man said grimacing and making eye contact with Kanesha. He gripped the back of her head and began thrusting deep into her throat, hitting the back and causing Kanesha to gag. She’d learned from last night how to relax her gag reflex and take this abuse and again tried to replicate the skill.

“Yeah. That auctioneer slut always acts better than the rest of us. Ordering us guards to tie bitches up and restrain them here. Tie her up yourself bitch…” the man behind her growled as his cockhead moved to her tight rosebud and pressed against it.

She screamed into the cock raping her throat as the pain of her ass spreading around his member was excruciating. She felt a rough slap to her ass and barely registered him telling her to “Shut the fuck up and take it.”

As he bottomed out the conversation returned to their thoughts on the beautiful auctioneer. “That stuck up bitch never fucks anyone in the club except the boss. She treats her cunt like a prized treasure.” The one in her mouth said.

“No joke. The one we had before her at least would give the guards blowjobs at the end of a long auction session.” He slowly slid his cock back in her ass and thrust forward making Kanesha scream again. “If I ever got my hands on that auctioneer bitch in a dark alley. I’d ruin her ass and make her udders sway under her…”

Kanesha groaned in agony as she felt him fucking her ass hard and rough. The dildo from the night before had loosened her some but not near enough to handle this monster cock. It made it worse that the men were actually talking about how they’d fuck her if they were given the chance. She wondered how many other slaves had to listen to conversations about what the guards would do to the real Kanesha, the auctioneer.

“I bet that bitch would cum like Christmas morning if you double penetrated her. Bet a tight ass slut like that wouldn’t know what to do.” The one in her mouth said as he pulled his cock back watching pre-cum drip from his tip to Slave 336’s open mouth. “This slut kinda has the same shape as that auctioneer. Why don’t we see what she would do treated like that…”

“An excellent idea.” His partner said as he slid his cock all the way out of Kanesha’s ass.

One guard laid down on his back and stroked his member wet with her saliva. The other pushed her to straddle him. Kanesha looked down hovering her pussy over the cock she’d been sucking and slowly lowered her hips. She sank her small body down on the member feeling her tight wet pussy squeeze his thick shaft fully. She started riding him, riding his unprotected cock like a whore, like a sex slave. She worked up a good pace with him inside her as she felt the other guard kneel behind her.

He bent her armbinder upward forcing her to bend all the way forward and rest her breasts against the naked chest of the man inside her pussy. She knew what was coming next and prepared herself for the coming pain as the other man’s cock slowly slid against the asshole he’d been fucking moments earlier.

It slid inside far easier this time but still caused Kanesha pain. She grimaced and groaned against the chest of the man she straddled until they were both seeded deep inside her. Then the cock started moving in unison fucking both her holes up and down. She found herself starting to enjoy the sensation of the cocks filling both holes. The humiliating thought of them doing this to Auctioneer Kanesha sent her over the edge.

“Fuck….. fuck… fuck me like that…” she grumbled between thrusts exhausted from the treatment as her pussy spasmed in another orgasm.

“She likes it..” one said.

“Just like that auctioneer bitch would…” The other chided.

“We’d tear that slut two new holes.. they’d never be the same after we were done…” he replied.

Kanesha’s moaned knowing he was telling the truth. She’d never be the same after this double penetration. Her body had never felt such intense pleasure and pain simultaneously. She ground her clit against the pubic hair of the man in her pussy and moaned deep.

“Fuck me… fuck me like I’m her… use me like that bitch… put me in my place… serving your cocks masters… ” she moaned between thrusts. She wanted them to ruin her. She wanted her mask off so they could see her as the slutty wanton auctioneer, double penetrated on their cocks.

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Just a Male Slut Ch. 01

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As I squealed in agony at the repeated kicks to my balls by the gorgeous woman I’d met only a few months earlier I wondered if I could handle what she had in store for me this weekend….

It all started fairly innocently, me being a horny fellow and her being that on-the-prowl older woman with a manner about her I couldn’t quite place. Ms Margaret Stacey was the section leader which included the mailroom, to which I made regular deliveries as a courier.

The young girls in the mailroom had been teasing and flirting with me ever since I’d started. I didn’t think much of it, being 18 and in good shape meant I got my share of attention from women of all ages. But it wasn’t until Margaret caught me looking up her skirt as she squatted down near me, a deliberate move in hindsight, that I started down the slippery path I now found myself on…. She’d caught me staring a little too long and instead of making a scene had come over to me once we were both standing up and pinched my nipple between her slender fingers and twisted it until it felt like it was on fire. Seeing my face contort slightly, but also smile broadly she then placed her card between my teeth and mouthed the words ‘call me sometime’ silently.

So here I found myself a few weeks later, having made love to her so many times already, having taken the kinky road with her and allowing her to tie me up. Legs spread wide by the spreader bar at my ankles, wrists cuffed securely to the chain dropped from the ceiling, blindfold only adding to the agony of not knowing what was next….

It started when we made love the first time, her insistent manner to be pleased her way was very attractive. Always liked a dominant woman you see, but when Marg pushed me onto my back and made me lick her cum soaked cunt clean I knew she was more than just kinky. The enthusiasm I put into licking my own spunk from her dripping snatch sure fired her up!

She followed this by suggesting she tie my hands to the bedposts so she could ride my face at her leisure. Next I find that instead of 69’ing with me, she’s squeezing my balls harder and harder. The strange thing for me was that I enjoyed the pain. I’d never thought much about BDSM, but it seemed now I might as well go along.

Fast forward a few weeks more and I found myself in a well equipped play room, on hands and knees and barely able to move. Gagged so I couldn’t make too much noise, but not blindfolded. By now Margaret had ordered me to call her M’am, and with the way she was pleasing me who was I to object? Seeing her parade in front of me with the strap-on was a worrying feeling though. But that lasted only seconds, for as she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my nutsack and squeezed I knew I was running out of options. It was either be tormented by the ballbag or let her fuck my arse with the strap-on.

To be fair, I’d always wondered what it would feel like to be rammed up the arse, but I never realised the pain involved for a virgin like me. Nodding to her repeated questions of more pain for the balls or can I finally ream you, she didn’t waste any time and having already worked her finger up my bum with the lube, it took only seconds for the strap-on to slide into my sphincter.

Oh my! The searing pain of being opened up by what felt like a tree! When I moved too much she just reached for the balls and dug her nails into them, thus distracting me whilst she forced another inch or so into my poor arse. In a few minutes she’d fed all six inches of thick strap-on xslot into my virgin arse, and once I’d started to relax I have to admit it was a rather nice sensation. Until she started to fuck me that is.

In and out, over and over, the agony of being repeatedly opened up was making me cry freely. The weirdest thing happened to me then though, I started to really enjoy the pain of being physically abused, whilst at the same time enjoying the humiliation of being made inte her slave. After this first arse reaming session she announced she’d now call me slutboy and I would be hers to use as she wished. I agreed to this too readily, I know that now.

Steadily, our encounters became more elaborate. Nipple clamps, ball press, ball splitter, ball stretchers, cock cages, clothes pins, blind folds, gags, bigger strap-ons, stronger cuffs, etc. Then came the day when the cock cage was locked onto me after our play session and she announced to me that from this day forth I no longer owned the cock and balls I was born with. They were now hers to use as she wished, my spunk now belonged to her and I would now only be allowed to orgasm as and when she pleased. Again, I too readily agreed to this when pressed.

So I was now completely under her control. Cock in a cage with a padlock, being subjected to longer and longer periods without orgasm. In the meantime though, I was made to fuck her pussy for hours on end, without being allowed to cum of course. The punishment for unauthorised orgasms was a torturous ball press session that would leave me barely able to walk afterwards. The control that she had over was staggering, in hindsight it was so easy to see of course, but at the time I was in heaven as she was giving me all the stimulation I craved.

Then things took a turn I hadn’t expected. After once more being spread eagled and shackled on the cross shaped low bench I’d helped her make, I was expecting she would sit on my face for an hour again when instead she opens the door and in walks another woman. Today I was to please them both I was told. OK, I thought, how hard can that be?

The drill was quite simple, lick until told to stop, don’t cum until given permission. So with the new woman sitting on my face, M’am starts riding my cock, sorry her cock and as she’s riding me she keeps smacking my balls and telling me not to cum. The new woman is dripping wet and her smooth cunt is a delight to lick. She cums far too soon though and the women swap positions.

Again I was told not to cum, but feeling the new woman’s smooth and soaking wet cunt sliding down my throbbing cock is almost too much for me to take. The new woman senses I am about to cum though and she grasps my ballsack between thumb and forefinger and forcefully squeezes any thoughts of blowing my wad from me!

For nearly two hours the women kept riding me, cumming over and over, letting me lick their juices from their dripping cunts, before I was allowed to cum. The new woman slowly rode me whilst Marg alternated between squeezing and smacking my nuts, then coming around to my face and tongue kissing me. The new woman, Lisa, then started cumming once more and Marg calmly ordered me to cum, thus making me spurt a huge load into Lisa more or less as she came. Then as Lisa regained her composure, Marg told her to sit on my face once more.

So now I got to clean up once again. Lisa’s pussy tasted different, but that didn’t matter once the pearls of spunk started sliding out of her, straight into my mouth. For xslot Giriş a few minutes this went on, she just was sooo wet! Once Lisa got off, Marg and her just looked at me and decided I was just a filthy little slut and promptly pissed all over me. The hot streams of urine went all over me, face and all. The taste wasn’t bad, although I didn’t want to swallow any. The look on their faces had changed from being horny to now being disgusted by me, as if I was just a worthless worm. Not far from the truth of course. Seeing my cock harden once more broke them out of their moment of staring! They just laughed and left me there while they both showered and cleaned up.

Lisa became a regular participant in play sessions. She was more sadistic though, putting more vigour into fucking my arse with a bigger strap-on and also using the ball press with more force. What came as a surprise though was when Lisa brought a guy with her one day. I was already tied up on the cross bench, so I couldn’t do anything about it when Lisa told her slave to fuck my mouth with his nice thick cock, thus making him nice and hard. Once he was fully erect he was told to fuck Lisa, who had positioned herself so that I could watch her pussy being filled nicely with Adam’s cock, his balls swinging as he pounded her hot little fuckhole from behind. She told him to pump her full, which he did and once done she pushed him away and sat her full fuckslot on my face to clean her up. Slurping her pussy clean, eating Adam’s spunk as well as Lisa’s juices made me so horny I couldn’t understand it. But it sure made my cock rockhard! Marg and Lisa then sent Adam away whilst they fucked me senseless.

I should have known it wouldn’t end there. A few weeks later I was tied into an all fours position and Lisa and Adam walked in once more. Sucking Adam’s cock I didn’t mind, but when instead of fucking Lisa I heard him being ordered to fuck me up the arse, I got worried. Anyway, he gently worked himself up my arse and began to pump me, our balls tapping together as he got more vigorous. Marg was ordering him to go harder and faster. The pain gradually gave way to pleasure and it must have shown on my face, for Lisa then called Adam around to my front and ordered him to blow off on my face. As a good little slave he jerked himself a few times and promptly spat his pearls all over my face. Within minutes he was dressed and gone.

The women were now laughing and jeering like never before. They untied me and with just a cuff around my ballsack, Lisa yanked on the chain dragging me to the bed where I was ordered to fuck Marg. She’d always been into hard slamming sessions, so seeing her ankles around her ears and her cunt just oozing juices I expected her to cum quickly. She did, within the first minute of me sliding my turgid pole up her slot she came loudly. Lisa meanwhile was talking to me to not cum, and yanking on the chain thus making my nuts ache.

Over and over I was ordered to fuck Marg hard, make her cum and leave my hard cock inside her. Lisa enjoyed having the chain, deliberately yanking it hard as it seemed I was about to cum, digging the little spikes inside the cuff into my sack painfully. Marg came over and over, I don’t know how many times, before her and Lisa swapped positions. Lisa just grinned at me, told me I was doing really well and held me to her chest as she kissed me tenderly.

Next I feel a strap-on being placed at my sphincter and Marg is forcing it into me quickly. I’d DP’d a woman before, but this xslot Güncel Giriş was new to me! The sheer excitement of being full to the brim of strap-on whilst fucking Lisa took me to a new place. Then when Marg whispered in my ear to just cum when I was ready I just lost it completely, blasting Lisa’s dripping snatch full of spunk, thrusting deep into her as my balls ached from finally being allowed to empty. Needless to say, I didn’t need to be ordered to lick her clean, I enjoyed this by now.

A new contraption, in the form of a chain coming down from the ceiling attached to a hoist, was a worrying device. It looked like I would find out whether or not I liked it soon enough though as I was already in handcuffs when I was marched into the playroom by Marg. Once latched on, Marg pressed a remote that made the chain go up higher into the hoisr and before long I was standing on tippy toes.

She just laughed at my discomfort, which grew once Lisa led a group of women into the room. The brief announcement was simple in that I would be used in any way each woman saw fit and was to follow all instructions. What followed was a painful ordeal, Marg sitting in a corner slowly fingering herself and letting the chain go slack or taut depending on what the situation required. The most torturous aspect was the number of times the various women came whilst I was under strict instructions not to cum.

After a few hours of being used and abused I was absolutely spent, and I hadn’t cum yet. I’d been made to fuck most women up their cunt for a fair bit, a couple had made me fuck their arse hard. The spiked cuff around the balls had made me bleed a little, not that this stopped Lisa from being any gentler mind you. With now just Marg left in the room, she slackened the chain a little and told me to spread my legs for her. The horny lusty look on her face told me she’d be kicking my balls soon, for this was her favourite prelude to a feisty fuck session. Her breathing got deeper as she went around behind me, and before I’d thought about it, her spiked heeled boot thumped into my tired balls. The cuff was off thankfully, for this would not have been bearable had the cuff been on still….

Over and over she kept kicking me, her foot making me cry as it repeatedly made contact with my low swinging sack. For every kick she gave me from behind, I’d also get one from in front. After receiving a dozen kicks from this gorgeous woman, who was now only wearing her spiked heeled boots, I wondered how much more I could handle. My cock was now throbbing wildly despite the hot stinging pain in my nuts. Marg sneered at my stiff cock and just kept kicking me, with what seemed to be ever growing intensity.

Then something I’d never seen before happened. As I was crying she seemed to approach orgasm, then kicking me once more she just cried out in delight and came so hard she collapsed to her knees. Her kicking me in the balls had just made her cum more violently than I’d seen her cum when I fucked or licked her! Thru my own sobs of agony I couldn’t help but feel delighted, in a strange way that I can’t really put into words. For several minutes Marg sat slumped on her hands and knees, shaking and quivering in the aftermath of a massive orgasm, before she got some ice for my aching nuts. It took almost a week for the pain to disappear completely.

The weirdest thing is that whilst it hurt, it also excited me so much to know that Marg came from seeing the pain she inflicted on me. As she later admitted, she didn’t think it possible for me to take as much as she gave me, but at the same time she felt almost unable to stop herself from giving me more. I should also not have admitted to her that I enjoyed it tremendously….but that is another story.

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Kathy Comes to Dinner Ch. 02

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Just as I was making the final preparations to light the barbeque the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that?” yelled Lisa.

I quickly wiped my hands and ran to the door. When I opened it, I’m sure my jaw dropped a foot. There was Kathy looking absolutely stunning. Her long hair was flowing down over her shoulders. She was quite tan. And she was wearing the smallest, tightest tube top I’d ever seen. It was blatantly obvious she didn’t have a bra on, and her nipples were making a couple of prominent pokes in the material. She had on the tightest, shortest shorts I’d ever seen too. Her long legs ran down into a pair of 4 inch heel sandals which were a blood red color that matched her finger and toe nail polish. I couldn’t help staring. I looked her up and down slowly twice before I could speak.

“My, don’t you look great!” was the only coherent (if stupid) thing that I could get out of my mouth.

Just about that time Lisa showed up. In a tone that both indicated mirth at my loss of place and irritation at my ineptitude, she said “Aren’t you going to invite Kathy in?”

“Of course” I said, slowly regaining my composure.

“Here is my contribution to dinner” Kathy added, handing me a bottle of chilled wine.

By this time the women were on there way toward the back yard, as if I wasn’t even present. My mind was still swirling, what the Hell was up. Kathy had NEVER dressed anything like this when she came over. In fact, in all the years I’d known her, she’d never dressed in anything this sexy, at least not that I’d seen. That fact coupled with Lisa’s earlier behavior was an indication that these two had cooked something up and that it was going to be at my expense. I had no idea what it was though.

Waiting just a minute for the hard-on that had spontaneously sprouted when I’d seen Kathy and trying to get a still better grip on the situation, I headed for the back porch. By now I could at least think and talk. Trying to avoid looking at either of them, but not act like any more of a fool, I finally asked if anyone wanted a glass of wine. Both indicated they would like some of the Chardonnay Kathy had brought. I fetched each of them a glass and returned to the kitchen to pour myself a rather stiff bourbon and water.

While I was getting the coals going for the ribs Lisa walked by and whispered, “You can have one of those and nothing else to drink until dinner, clear!” It wasn’t xslot a question. “I don’t want you to embarrass me any more this evening, and trust me you don’t want to find out what will happen if you do.”

While it was evident things were unfolding exactly as Lisa intended, she was dead serious I could tell. The admonition about 30 cumless days wasn’t forgotten either.

While I worked at the barbeque on the deck, Lisa and Kathy were ostensibly checking out the recently redone back yard landscape. Bending over Lisa’s new bonsai, standing on tiptoes to smell the flowering trees. You get the idea. Even I could tell it was all a sham to give me a constant show of tits and ass. Notwithstanding the fact that I knew exactly what was going on, I couldn’t help but stare, nor could I control the tent pole effect it was having in my shorts. As the two of them came up the few steps to the deck I saw Kathy definitely stare at my predicament. She acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the huge grin she gave me while looking straight into my eyes as they headed for the kitchen to refresh their wine.

For the first time I realized the full effect of being teased regularly and cumming infrequently. The more subtle non-physical teasing I was being subjected to this evening was nearly as devastating and frustrating as the more direct stimulations that I’d become accustomed to the last few months.

Finally dinner was ready as I served the food and poured the dinner wine, Kathy and Lisa were back to acting as if I wasn’t even there. Talking about “girl things” and ignoring me completely. During dinner things started out rather normal, but soon Lisa was up to one of her favorite tricks, which was to plant one foot in my crotch and start her slow methodical strokes of my shaft. Very soon I was rock hard and having a very hard time acting normal.

Kathy soon asked, “Is something wrong Peter, you seem to have lost your appetite.”

I mumbled that I was fine and tried to resume eating. Finally Lisa stopped, but within seconds, well before I could begin to recover, she asked me to go to the kitchen for something. I looked straight at her and she returned a look that left no doubt as to its message, GO! Even as baggy as my shorts were, my condition was going to be blatantly obvious the second I stood. I hesitated just an instant longer, then rose and turned to head for the kitchen as quickly as I could.

I was about half way there when Lisa said, “Here, take this with you as long as you’re going.”

I was mortified, I’d xslot Giriş have no choice but to turn and face them and walk straight toward them. It would be impossible to miss my hard on. I felt my face turn crimson. I took one more step toward the kitchen and finally turned back to the table. The two of them were silent, and had their eyes glued to my bulging cock.

As I reached the table Lisa handed me the empty platter and with a wicked grin, said “Thanks”.

I headed back to the kitchen, more embarrassed than I’d even been in my whole life. As I turned the corner into the other room Lisa and Kathy burst into uncontrollable giggling.

It was obvious that teasing and embarrassing me was the agenda for the night, and that Kathy was totally clued in. Once again my mind was reeling. Lisa’s ability to continually push beyond the edge of the envelop was growing daily. My ability to keep up was in question, but the cost of failure was too high to not go along. Plus I knew that it would only momentarily delay the inevitable. I was in the kitchen for quite some time, trying to wait for my cock to soften. In spite of the embarrassment I felt, I was unbelievably turned on and it took several minutes before my shorts could adequately conceal my now only semi-hard dick.

When I finally returned with what Lisa had originally requested, she said with that same grin, “It sure took you long enough.”

Kathy let out a giggle that she was clearly trying to contain but couldn’t. I turned beet red again. I was very confused, in spite of nothing more than embarrassing me some more I was starting to get hard again.

Lisa and Kathy poured the last of the wine in their glasses and headed for the living room. Lisa “suggested” that I clear the table and then join them. I was doing my clean up rather slowly, to give my self the opportunity to get a grip on the situation. I hadn’t even considered that Lisa would expand our new situation beyond the two of us and the confines of our home. Now I was questioning how far this might ultimately go, and even if there were any limits. That thought actually scared me. Finally I had the place pretty well cleaned up and had stalled as long as I thought I dared. Pouring my self the last of the wine I headed for the living room.

When I got there Lisa and Kathy were both just finishing their wine and I was sent back to open another bottle. By now I’d had one drink while cooking and about a glass and a half of wine with dinner. I would have had more, but when I was pouring my second wine Lisa gave xslot Güncel Giriş me a look that contained a clear message. The girls however had each had a few glasses, and while hardly drunk, they were clearly ‘relaxed’.

“Peter, I haven’t told you the whole reason I invited Kathy over tonight” Lisa began (I started to worry) “Kathy needs our help and advice about something.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relieve. It didn’t happen often, but there had been a few times before when Kathy had asked us for things like this. For example since I work in financial services, I’d once help her by getting her some information about refinancing her condo.

“Shoot,” I said “anything I can do to help out a friend.”

Not that it would have mattered, but that turned out to be exactly the wrong thing for me to say.

“Oh good” they said in unison and then laughed.

“Do you remember that Friday night, when I was stroking you with my feet and the phone rang?”

“Lisa” I yelled.

Both of them giggled.

“Oh don’t be such a prude, Kathy knows all about that.”

Once again I turned bright red. ‘That’ Friday night was the beginning of Lisa’s and my teasing and denial lifestyle. (Read the rather long story Friday night for the details.) During one particularly intense portion of the evening Kathy had called and Lisa talked with her as if nothing else was going on. And there had been another time during one of our teasing sessions that Lisa had stopped abruptly to answer a call from Kathy. I’d already suspected that the second one was set up, now I was sure.

It turned out that Lisa’s cryptic comments on the phone that evening had aroused Kathy’s curiosity. During a subsequent conversation Lisa had told the whole story to Kathy and had been keeping her up to date on how life was progressing ever sense. Unbeknownst to me, Kathy was actually quite a cock tease. Evidently since I was her best friend’s husband when we first met, I’d never seen that side of her. Now she had a new guy she was dating and wanted some ideas to take it a step further.

My mind was a blur, so I’d only been getting about half of what Lisa was saying until she dropped the bomb.

“So tonight I’m going to demonstrate some techniques for Kathy that she can try on Bob (her new guy).”

“Are you nuts?” I yelled.

Lisa became very stern and said slowly, “I know this is unexpected for you, so I’m going to overlook that outburst this once. But remember what I told you before Kathy arrived. I’m not going to remind you a second time.”

With that Lisa told me to go into the bedroom and undress. I was to wait there until they came in, and I’d better be naked.

To be continued…

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Kitten, All Tied Up

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It was a particularly ordinary day. They were sitting in her room doing the reading for class that she had sworn she would actually do this term and learn the course rather than skive off her studies and then cram for exams. Nope, she thought, not this term. Therefore the day was ordinary…and boring. Except for the one little distraction she was hiding from him. Well, she thought, multiple distractions.

Her hand reached up to toy with her nipple beneath her red, floral-print zip dress, it was his favourite, for with one zip her large breasts could be exposed. But little did he know that today she was a bit more exposed than usual. Beneath the dress was a red leopard print cupless bra and matching crotchless knickers. She even had on a suspender belt and thigh highs rather than the tights like she usually wore. She squirmed in her seat and held back a moan as the small pink plug was pushed deeper into her tiny ass. Gods, it made her feel so naughty and exposed.

Just then she subtly pulled up her dress just enough to expose the tops of her stockings; she caught his eye and smiled coyly before going back to her book.

“Come here, kitten,” he said, laying his book down on the floor. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she dropped her book and went to stand before him.

“Yes, sir?” she knew the game and she had initiated it; studying was just so boring and she was so horny.

“You’ve been keeping secrets haven’t you, my kitten?” He rose to face her, towering over her in his height. She bit her lip; gods, how he made her ache inside.

“Yes, sir….I wanted to surprise you later but I just got so bored of studying and tired of waiting…I wanted you to have me now.” She looked down demurely and squirmed a bit, enticing a few more sensations out of her ass. Watching him watch her from beneath her long lashes she wondered if she could pretend to be adjusting her knickers and turn on the virtually silent vibe inside the plug without him knowing.

He took her chin in his strong fingers and tilted her face up to look at him. While he was semi distracted with the effect his actions were having on her face, she took the opportunity to reach behind her and twisted the vibe to turn it on, eliciting a small whimper that alerted his attention.

“Bend over, kitten.” He dropped her chin and bent her over the desk, flipping up her dress to expose her tight, pale ass. She whimpered again at the feel of his hands on her skin. “Let’s see what you were doing back here,” he said as he knelt down behind her and spread her pert little cheeks apart to reveal the tiny pink plug she had been using to pleasure herself without his permission.

“Well, well, well…”he mused, flicking his finger over the plug making it jolt inside her and forcing her to grit her teeth as to not moan aloud. “What have we here?” She dipped her head in submission, his words sending shivers down her spine. “So this is why you haven’t been sitting still all day.” She nodded and gasped as he snapped the strap of her suspender belt against her exposed ass before standing up behind her. “And you’re even dressed like my little slut.” She nodded again as he tugged her into a standing position to face him. “You realize you will be punished for this.”

“For what, exactly, sir?” She murmured head down. He lifted her chin and looked at her sternly.

“For pleasuring yourself without my permission,” he reached down and pulled put the plug sharply making her gasp. “And, for causing me problems which interrupted our studying.”

“Problems, sir?” She glanced downward to see his huge cock straining against his jeans and her entire body grew warm with excitement. xslot He was going to use her so wonderfully.

“Problems,” he said, pressing both her small hands against his huge, throbbing cock, “which you will take care of before you are punished. Now strip…I want everything off except your stockings, suspender belt, and heels.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as he released her, and she began her slow striptease. He watched her perfect curvy body become more and more exposed as she shed her dress, then bra and panties. She slid her hands down her body for his approval watching his cock growing visibly harder before he turned and brought out two coils of black

rope. “Anything to please you, sir. Please may I suck your cock? Considering your problem is all my fault?”

“Arms back for dragonfly sleeve.” He said, tying a few knots in a length of rope, “and yes…that is the plan, kitten.”

She held her arms parallel behind her and he looped the rope around her shoulders then proceeded to knot and loop it around her arms until there were 6 loops on each arm with a row of knots down the centre, completing a bondage trick some call the dragonfly sleeve. She was practically shivering in pleasure as his strong rough hands worked over her body, giving her goose bumps.

He then ran the extra rope up between her thighs before tying it to the loops over her shoulders to create a perfect place for him to grab on to.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, checking the ties to make sure they were secure and having her wiggle to make sure no circulation was being cut off. Once he was sure she was safe and secure he tugged on the ropes near her shoulders.

“Knees, kitten.” He said as he tugged her down in front of him.

She knelt submissively before him as he stripped off his shirt exposing his smooth toned chest and then shed his jeans and boxers. She bit her lip and moaned as she watched his massive length grow even harder at the sight of her bound on her knees before him. She was practically salivating at the sight of him, all she wanted was to take his cock in her mouth and have him use her like his little slut.

“Please, sir…let me take care of you.” She was breathing heavily and she could feel her thighs becoming wet with her juices. She poked her tongue out to taste him but his hands twisted in her long golden curls and pulled her back.

“Wait one moment, kitten.” He said, releasing her and walking to the drawer. He bent down and poked around inside for a minute before pulling out a thick purple plug, almost as thick as him. “You wanted something inside that tight ass of yours, so you’ll get it.” He knelt beside her and bent her over, exposing her tiny rosebud, then reached between her thighs. “Oh, kitten…you are so wet already.” He used her juices to lubricate the plug and her tight little hole before lining it up and shoving it in, watching her tiny ass swallow the huge plug. She squealed at the initial pain then wiggled her ass, getting used to the full feeling, and began to moan as he pushed gently on the base of the plug. “I’m so proud of you, kitten.”

He took her chin in his hand and met her plump lips with his in a deep kiss, his tongue flicking hers as he reached out a hand and tweaked her nipples, making her moan into his mouth. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and stood up, watching her as he positioned himself in front of her waiting mouth and gave himself a few quick strokes. “Are you ready to suck my cock, kitten?”

“Yes!” she begged, “please…I want to taste your cock, sir. I want to feel your cum in my mouth.”

“And you will my kitten.” He brought his throbbing xslot Giriş cock to her face and felt it engulfed by her hot and waiting mouth. She moaned around his cock and began to suck him. He looked down at the sight of her bound at his mercy, sucking his cock and moaned, holding her head in place. “That’s it, baby…” His hands twisted through her curls as her perfect mouth began to do the trick. As she licked around the head of his cock and flicked the underside with her tongue his knees almost buckled and he moaned loudly before grabbing her head and forcing himself down her throat. She moaned around his cock as he began to fuck her face, making him groan at the vibrations she was creating. She looked up at him and watched his muscles ripple as he used her hot mouth; her pussy was aching and her ass was on fire, it all felt so good that she felt like she might pass out.

She could feel him getting close as her head bobbed up and down on his cock; her lips stretched wide to accommodate his vast girth; her tongue working wonders on the tip inside her mouth. “Fuck…kitten…that’s so good. I am so close, baby.” She bobbed her head faster…she wanted to taste him cum. He held her head and pumped his cock into her waiting mouth.

His balls tightened and he moaned loudly as he held her mouth on him and shot stream after stream of hot cum into her hungry mouth. She moaned with him, her body convulsing as she had her own immaculate orgasm. He pulled her mouth off him and she began to dutifully lick him clean.

Once he was clean she sat back on her heels and looked up at him. She was certain she did a good job, but a bit wary because she did accidentally cum without his permission and he was bound to have noticed.

“Did I please you, sir?” she asked as he helped her stand, arms still bound behind her.

“Yes…you did wonderfully, kitten.” He stroked her cheek with one hand but then thrust the other between her thighs feeling the evidence of her rebel orgasm. “However…you came without my permission, and that is going on the list of things you need to atone for.”

“But sir,” she moaned, wriggling in pleasure as he began to play with her oversensitive pussy. “It was an accident, sir. I couldn’t help it. You felt so good in my mouth and I just couldn’t help it!”

“You still need to be punished, kitten.” He said, untying her arms and leading her to the bed. “Ten spanks for using the plug without my permission and ten for interrupting our study time. But I will only add five for cumming without permission since you were obeying me when it happened.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, hands clasped in her lap, watching him as he paced naked before her. “Do you think you will need to cum again, sir?”

“Perhaps…but first you need to be punished my sweet kitten. Cross your ankles.” She obeyed and he took the rope, wound it around her ankles over her heels, then took the second length of rope and bound her wrists. Sitting down on the bed, he picked her up and laid her across his lap.

He ran his calloused hand over her soft skin, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned aloud as he caressed her, her moans met with a sharp slap from a leather paddle.

“One,” he counted. The paddle came down again and she twitched, trying not to moan, it was supposed to be a punishment after all. “Two. Now count,” he ordered.

“Three,” she moaned as the paddle came down again.

He continued the rhythmic spanks as she grew wetter and wetter, her juices leaking out onto her thighs. After he had her count out twenty-five spanks, he set the paddle down and caressed her sore red bum. His fingers slipped between her xslot Güncel Giriş cheeks to find her throbbing, soaking pussy. She moaned as he poked just the tip of his finger into her tight hole.

“Well, well…” he said, dipping two fingers into her sopping cunt. “It seems you enjoyed that.” She looked up at him, blushing crimson, but said nothing. “You are such a naughty slut to enjoy that, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I am a dirty little slut who needs to be used. Please use me, sir.” He lifted her off his lap and settled her into a kneeling position on the bed. His fingers continued to caress her backside as he gazed at the spectacular view that was his little kitten. Bound at the ankles and wrists, clad in nothing but stockings, suspender belt, heels and a bit of rope, she looked amazing. Her tiny, pert ass was high in the air and her thick curls fell in a soft curtain around her face. Her bare pussy lips glistened with her arousal and the purple plug was still deep in her ass.

“Sir?” She asked, shaking him out of his gazing. He shook his head, regaining some composure.

“Just look what you’ve done to me.” He gestured to his thick cock, standing to full attention again. “You need to take care of it again, kitten.”

“How should I do that, sir?” She asked coyly, wiggling her bare bum at him. “Does your little slut need to be on her knees like this for you to use her tight little pussy? Will you fuck my tight cunt and ass until I scream and you cum so hard, sir?”

He groaned at her words and fell upon her, thrusting his aching cock into her tight, wet cunt. “Oh, yes!” She moaned as he began to pound her tight pussy furiously. “Use me, sir. Use your dirty little slut.”

“Oh fuck, kitten…you’re so tight and wet for me. Just like my little slut should be.” She felt so tight around him, her expert muscles clenching around his throbbing cock, forcing him out, then sucking him in. He pounded in and out at an alarming rate, using her like his slut, both of them loving every minute of it. He reached around to grab on to her large smooth breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, wishing he had thought to put clamps on her, making her moan and squeal in pleasure.

“Sir, please fuck my ass.” She had turned around to face him and was biting her lip in that way she knew was irresistible to him. “I need you to fuck my ass…use me. Please, sir. Stick that hot hard cock inside my tight little…oh!” She gasped loudly as he yanked the plug out and forced himself into her slightly gaping ass in one swift motion. Her pussy had been so wet that his cock needed no more lubrication.

“Oh kitten…I am not gonna last long now. Your ass is so tight. How does it feel to have me fucking your tiny ass with my huge cock?” He groaned at the sensations, knowing it wouldn’t be more than a few minutes before his cock exploded.

“So, so good, sir. Please may I play with my pussy and cum, sir?” She begged. “Please, sir, I need to cum so badly. I can’t hold back much longer.”

“I want you to fuck yourself with your dildo and cum for me, baby.” He pulled out slightly and bent over her to unbind her hands, then grabbed the dildo from behind him and began to thrust into her ass once more.

“Thank you, sir,” she moaned, taking the dildo and working it into her pussy. Her moans began to grow louder as she came closer and closer to climax. “Sir, I am going to cum.”

“Go ahead, kitten.” He moaned against her neck, knowing his own release was just around the corner. “Cum for me and we’ll cum together. My treat, kitten.”

Her hand worked furiously at thrusting the dildo inside herself. Just then she began to moan convulse in a massive climax; her ass clenched around him and he came with a loud moan, squirting deep inside her ass.

Gently he pulled out of her and laid down next to her, pulling her into his arms.

“I am so proud of you, kitten.”

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Learning to Submit Ch. 02

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Brunette

My story started about a year ago, when I first submitted to degradation at the hands of a colleague and dear friend. Our first session together was to be – in my mind – a one-time affair, but it has turned into an ongoing affair. A fiery, intense, delicious affair.

After I submitted to Brad and agreed to be his long-term whore, we met with increasing frequency. While it was impossible to meet on a daily basis, we met at least twice a week for months on end. It would bore you all (or maybe not!) to go over each of our meetings, so instead I will just cover the highlights of our affair, in the order in which they happened.

About three weeks into our affair, we both attended an out-of-town conference. The conference ran from Wednesday to Friday, which gave us two nights together. Brad played little games with me, like forcing me to drink coffee and water all day but only letting me relieve myself when we got back to his hotel room. I made him mad on Thursday morning by making a mess while he forced me to urinate into a cup that I was to drink. He promised me that I would be punished for my bad behaviour. The conference was dull that day, and so we snuck out early, and headed to Brad’s hotel room.

We got to Brad’s room and he told me to strip. I stood in front of him, naked and trembling.

“Go put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom and get back out here.”

I proceeded to the bathroom and saw a scandalous little outfit hanging from the shower rod. I blushed at the thought of the hotel cleaning staff seeing this whorish outfit hanging here and knowing that I was the whore to wear it. After my time with Brad, I can’t believe that I blush at anything at all, but this was still early in our sexual relationship.

I put on the black, clingy miniskirt and the bright yellow, clingy top. On the vanity, I saw stockings and shoes, but no bra or panties. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the bedroom, a bit shaky on the high heels.

“You look great, for a hooker,” was all he said.

“Thank you Master,” I said with a grin. “I feel taller in these high heels.”

“I didn’t ask you opinion. Bend over the dresser.”

I felt a good sting at his rebuke and bent myself over the dresser. Brad came up behind me and pulled my skirt up so that my privates were in full view.

“Seal, it’s time for another choice, just like the first time we were together.”

I was taken aback, as he had never referred to me by name while we played these games. The fact that he didn’t call me a slut or a bitch meant that he was being serious. However, I had not been given permission to speak, so I knew enough to keep my mouth shut.

“Seal, I have an idea that involves you walking outside dressed like this. We’re in another city and anyone we know is at that conference, and I figure that we can get away with it. I won’t jeopardise your engagement, though. If you don’t want to go out, put your head against the wall and beg me to fuck you. If you do want to go, stand up and walk to the door.”

I thought about leaving the hotel. He was right about it being a different city and our colleagues being at the conference. However, I had an aunt and cousin who lived in this city. I wanted to go out with him, to let everyone know that I was his slut. I decided that the benefit was worth the risk I stood up and walked to the door.

Brad gave me that winning smile that to this day makes me moist.

We walked towards the parking lot. I knew that my stocking tops were visible when I walked, and the tips of my butt cheeks snuck out if I took too long of a stride. I was so aroused that my breathing was already getting heavy.

We got to Brad’s rental car. He had rented a convertible, so I had as little coverage as possible. I opened the passenger door and sat down.

“Pull up your skirt.”

I pulled it up. Then, anyone in a higher vehicle xslot who happened to look at our car could see my pussy. They could probably also see the wet spot underneath me, if they tried.

We drove around, seemingly aimlessly for about 45 minutes. A few people noticed me in the car and one lady stared, but it was pretty uneventful. I began to relax. We drove into an unsavoury part of town, and Brad pulled up outside of a sex shop. My heart sank and I started to panic.

“Get out of the car, Slut.”

I opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, thankful that no one was around to see my body on display. All of the sudden my earlier desire to show the world how I was Brad’s slut didn’t seem so hot. I closed the car door and looked to Brad.

“Follow.”

I followed him into the sex shop. It was like no place I had ever been. The walls were lined with toys of every variety, and the middle was full of racks of pornography. The cash register was operated by a man of about 19 or 20 years, who looked dirty and disinterested in his surroundings. While there were other patrons in the store, everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves. The store turned me on immensely. Brad walked over to the first display of toys, and looked the toys over.

“Which one would you like from this display, Whore?” He was loud enough for everyone to hear.

I was humiliated. One of the other shoppers was looking slyly at us.

“Uh… uh, Master, whichever one you would like to use on me or see me use.”

I figured that with that answer I couldn’t get into trouble. I thought that I was so clever. I wasn’t.

“Pull up you skirt. Get the hem above your waist. Now.”

I could feel more eyes on me as I pulled up my skirt. Even the young man working the counter looked at me now. I was on display in a store full of perverts while my master made me pick out sexual toys he would use to further degrade me. The thought of being this exposed made me sick with worry. What made me even sicker was that I was sure that everyone could smell my arousal, if they somehow happened to miss the moisture running down my thighs.

“Do you want to answer now?”

“Yes, Master. Uh… how about this one,” I pointed at a toy that seemed relatively normal in appearance, size, and intended use.

“Very well, then, Slut. Grab one and let’s move on.”

I grabbed a latex dildo from the rack and followed Brad down the aisle.

“And Slut, which toy would you like for your next choice?”

I looked at the display full of anal toys. I considered beads, I looked at a vibrator with several ‘anally pleasing’ attachments, and I looked at the butt plugs. I settled on a vibrating butt plug. Brad picked up a bigger butt plug, a vibrating egg, and some beads. I knew that soon enough they would all be in my ass.

Brad had me follow him down the aisle as he picked out some nipple clamps. I stood there with my skirt up around my waist, holding an armful of sex toys, while my master picked out the correct nipple clamps for me. This was turning into one hell of a conference.

Brad decided it was time to go. As we walked up to the counter all eyes were on me. At the counter Brad picked up two condoms and several tubes of lubricant. Brad paid for the purchase while the young man watched me from behind the counter. The young man bagged our toys and handed them to Brad. “Thanks buddy. Would you like to see this whore’s tits?”

I was mortified. I tried to convince myself that Brad wouldn’t make me expose myself to a stranger. Naturally, the young man told Brad that he would love to see my breasts.

“Whore, open your shirt for this man.”

I opened my shirt while I stared at the floor.

“Whore, suck on your left nipple and look this nice man in the eye.”

I immediately complied, nursing at my own nipple while I stared into the eyes of a complete stranger. The xslot Giriş young man leered at me.

“Man, I have seen some shit in this place, but nothing like this.”

Brad pulled out some lubricant from the bag.

“Would you like to see her pussy up close?”

“Hell yeah!” The young man seemed eager to have a good look at me.

Brad ordered me to put my left leg on the counter. This left my legs wide open and my privates even more exposed to the counterman. Brad inserted one end of the beads (covered in a condom) into my pussy.

“Ohhh, thank you, Master.”

“SHUT UP! You do NOT speak without permission!”

Brad then shoved the other end of the beads up my ass, using less lubricant than needed.

“Does that hurt?”

It hurt like hell. The blood was rushing to my head from the pose I had struck, and my ass burned from the rude invasion of the beads. However, I was hot all over and my pussy had come alive.

“Mmmm, it hurts… goo… ohhhhh” was all I could muster.

“Get your leg down, Whore.”

I pulled my leg down and stood there shakily while Brad looked at the counterman with mock apology. “Yeesh, I can dress her up, but I can’t take her out.”

The counterman laughed as we exited the store. When we got back to Brad’s hotel room (I hadn’t even been in mine since check-in) Brad laid me on the bed on my hands and knees and ripped the clothes from my body. He threw the bag of toys in front of me as he climbed behind me. I knew what was coming and my sexual tension increased.

“Take a toy of out of the bag and open it, Bitch.”

I pulled out the dildo and opened the package, all the while panting and moaning like an animal in heat.

“Suck on it then thank me.”

Ignoring the instructions to ‘properly wash all toys before use’ I sucked it like a penis, bobbing up and down on it twice before pulling it from my mouth.

“Ohhhh, thank you Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Next.” As he spoke he pulled on the beads, pulling one out of each my pussy and my ass.

The butt plug was next. I started my routine. As I had it in my mouth Brad barked at me to look at myself in the mirror. I lifted my eyes and saw myself with the tattered remains of a whorish suit, my master behind me with an erection, and my mouth bowed out around a butt plug. The orgasm hit me like a tonne of bricks. I pulled the plug out of my mouth screaming.

“Thank you!!! Ohhhh, god…. goooood… thank you Master. I’m your fucking whore, fuck me, Master, pleaaaase!” The orgasm felt great, but did little to relieve the pressure in my body.

“Next.” Out came two more beads. I could hear Brad’s voice getting ragged with desire.

I made it though all of the toys in the bag, and finally the beads were all out of my pussy and ass. The beads in my ass were soon replaced by Brad’s lubricated cock. Brad had me kneel up on the bed and beg for the nipple clamps. With the filthy words spewing out of my mouth, Brad’s cock in my butt, and the sudden, piercing pain of the nipple clamps, I fell into orgasm as Brad’s arms held me up. My pussy literally gushed as my stomach turned. My body was buzzing and every muscle I had contracted and expanded. I saw stars, I swore like a sailor, and I thanked my Master. It lasted for ages: one continuous orgasm letting go of all of the pent-up sexual energy from the day.

I crumpled in Brad’s arms, panting and thanking him.

Brad held me for a moment as a lolled in his arms, totally spent. Then it was his turn: he pushed me forward and sodomized me. I lost control of my body. Every muscle I had was shaking softly, tears came from my eyes, mucus came from my nose… I even urinated a little bit, much to my shame. Brad forced his erection in and out of my posterior, shouting at me.

“You little fucking slut, you just can’t get enough, can you? I could have let every guy in that xslot Güncel Giriş shop have his fucking way with you and you would have begged for more. They could have all come in your mouth and you would have swallowed it all. Right? Right? AM I RIGHT!?”

“Yesss… yes, Master. I’m your dirty bitch. You can do whatever… please and… and I’ll enjoy… fuck…” I couldn’t even speak in full sentences, but Brad did not care. I was nothing but a receptacle to him at that point: a hole for his member and ears for his dirty words. I loved it.

Suddenly Brad came inside my rectum. He yelled out and pulled my hair as he came, filling my slutty, used anus with warm jets of semen. Joey would never treat me like this, and I would never let him, but Brad had carte blanche to do as he saw fit. After his orgasm, Brad collapsed on top of me, panting.

“There, you’ve had your fun with the toys, but tomorrow you’ll be punished for earlier today.”

I couldn’t wait.

The next morning we were packing up to catch our flight home. Brad had me put my bra and panties in my pocket to put on in the plane’s washroom before we landed, so I was dressed only in my blouse, jacket, and slacks. Brad picked up the bag of toys and put it in my suitcase. I immediately realized my quandary: Joey might find the toys. I was already worried that he would see the finger marks that Brad had left on my hips from the night before. I stared at the bag of toys in my suitcase.

“Is there a problem, Slut?”

I should have kept my mouth shut. I didn’t.

“Master, what if Joey sees the bag of toys?”

“Good point. Hmm, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Put them all in your carry-on, and wear the butt plug and nipple clamps. You can remove the plug and the clamps when you put on your underwear, and I’ll carry the toys off of the plane on my carry-on.”

I had trapped myself. I dropped my slacks and bent over before he even told me. He lubricated and inserted the large butt plug. Then he tightened the nipple clamps. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. We caught a cab to the airport.

We checked our baggage and got to the gate. As our plane left mid-morning, it was not busy, and none of our colleagues were near us in line. We waited to get through security.

“You’ll have a good time explaining the vibrating butt plug and egg to the security people when they x-ray your bag, won’t you?”

I hadn’t even thought of it. He was humiliating me in front of the airport security people! It was too late to do anything about it short of running to the bathroom and dumping it all in the garbage. I had to go through with it. The look of shock on my face made Brad chuckle.

“I also want to see you explain that it’s your nipple clamps setting off the metal detector.”

He could be so cruel. I loved it when he was. So THIS was my punishment for the previous day’s bad behaviour.

I got to the counter and put my possessions on the x-ray belt. I then walked through the metal detector with a beet-red face.

The detector went off and the security lady ran her wand over my figure. Luckily, she smiled and asked me if I had nipple rings. I nodded agreement and got through, considering myself lucky.

However, there was an old man in a uniform holding my bag. He asked me if he could open it, and I of course told him that he could. My face burned red and my pussy lubricated. He pointed to the egg and asked me what it was. I couldn’t figure out how to explain to a grandfatherly old man that my master made me suck on it while he sodomized me and, if I was a good girl, he would push it into my ass or pussy while he fucked me. However, I had to say something.

“It’s, uh, it’s a personal appliance.” I hoped that he would get the drift.

He shook the bag a little bit, and the dildo fell into view. He caught the drift.

Red faced, he looked at me and said: “Well, I won’t ask you to turn it on, then.”

Brad was waiting for me and he exploded with laughter. As we walked to the boarding area, he asked me if my punishment had taught me anything.

I told him that it taught me that I should be bad more often.

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Kathy Comes to Dinner Ch. 02

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Ass

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Just as I was making the final preparations to light the barbeque the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that?” yelled Lisa.

I quickly wiped my hands and ran to the door. When I opened it, I’m sure my jaw dropped a foot. There was Kathy looking absolutely stunning. Her long hair was flowing down over her shoulders. She was quite tan. And she was wearing the smallest, tightest tube top I’d ever seen. It was blatantly obvious she didn’t have a bra on, and her nipples were making a couple of prominent pokes in the material. She had on the tightest, shortest shorts I’d ever seen too. Her long legs ran down into a pair of 4 inch heel sandals which were a blood red color that matched her finger and toe nail polish. I couldn’t help staring. I looked her up and down slowly twice before I could speak.

“My, don’t you look great!” was the only coherent (if stupid) thing that I could get out of my mouth.

Just about that time Lisa showed up. In a tone that both indicated mirth at my loss of place and irritation at my ineptitude, she said “Aren’t you going to invite Kathy in?”

“Of course” I said, slowly regaining my composure.

“Here is my contribution to dinner” Kathy added, handing me a bottle of chilled wine.

By this time the women were on there way toward the back yard, as if I wasn’t even present. My mind was still swirling, what the Hell was up. Kathy had NEVER dressed anything like this when she came over. In fact, in all the years I’d known her, she’d never dressed in anything this sexy, at least not that I’d seen. That fact coupled with Lisa’s earlier behavior was an indication that these two had cooked something up and that it was going to be at my expense. I had no idea what it was though.

Waiting just a minute for the hard-on that had spontaneously sprouted when I’d seen Kathy and trying to get a still better grip on the situation, I headed for the back porch. By now I could at least think and talk. Trying to avoid looking at either of them, but not act like any more of a fool, I finally asked if anyone wanted a glass of wine. Both indicated they would like some of the Chardonnay Kathy had brought. I fetched each of them a glass and returned to the kitchen to pour myself a rather stiff bourbon and water.

While I was getting the coals going for the ribs Lisa walked by and whispered, “You can have one of those and nothing else to drink until dinner, clear!” It wasn’t xslot a question. “I don’t want you to embarrass me any more this evening, and trust me you don’t want to find out what will happen if you do.”

While it was evident things were unfolding exactly as Lisa intended, she was dead serious I could tell. The admonition about 30 cumless days wasn’t forgotten either.

While I worked at the barbeque on the deck, Lisa and Kathy were ostensibly checking out the recently redone back yard landscape. Bending over Lisa’s new bonsai, standing on tiptoes to smell the flowering trees. You get the idea. Even I could tell it was all a sham to give me a constant show of tits and ass. Notwithstanding the fact that I knew exactly what was going on, I couldn’t help but stare, nor could I control the tent pole effect it was having in my shorts. As the two of them came up the few steps to the deck I saw Kathy definitely stare at my predicament. She acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the huge grin she gave me while looking straight into my eyes as they headed for the kitchen to refresh their wine.

For the first time I realized the full effect of being teased regularly and cumming infrequently. The more subtle non-physical teasing I was being subjected to this evening was nearly as devastating and frustrating as the more direct stimulations that I’d become accustomed to the last few months.

Finally dinner was ready as I served the food and poured the dinner wine, Kathy and Lisa were back to acting as if I wasn’t even there. Talking about “girl things” and ignoring me completely. During dinner things started out rather normal, but soon Lisa was up to one of her favorite tricks, which was to plant one foot in my crotch and start her slow methodical strokes of my shaft. Very soon I was rock hard and having a very hard time acting normal.

Kathy soon asked, “Is something wrong Peter, you seem to have lost your appetite.”

I mumbled that I was fine and tried to resume eating. Finally Lisa stopped, but within seconds, well before I could begin to recover, she asked me to go to the kitchen for something. I looked straight at her and she returned a look that left no doubt as to its message, GO! Even as baggy as my shorts were, my condition was going to be blatantly obvious the second I stood. I hesitated just an instant longer, then rose and turned to head for the kitchen as quickly as I could.

I was about half way there when Lisa said, “Here, take this with you as long as you’re going.”

I was mortified, I’d xslot Giriş have no choice but to turn and face them and walk straight toward them. It would be impossible to miss my hard on. I felt my face turn crimson. I took one more step toward the kitchen and finally turned back to the table. The two of them were silent, and had their eyes glued to my bulging cock.

As I reached the table Lisa handed me the empty platter and with a wicked grin, said “Thanks”.

I headed back to the kitchen, more embarrassed than I’d even been in my whole life. As I turned the corner into the other room Lisa and Kathy burst into uncontrollable giggling.

It was obvious that teasing and embarrassing me was the agenda for the night, and that Kathy was totally clued in. Once again my mind was reeling. Lisa’s ability to continually push beyond the edge of the envelop was growing daily. My ability to keep up was in question, but the cost of failure was too high to not go along. Plus I knew that it would only momentarily delay the inevitable. I was in the kitchen for quite some time, trying to wait for my cock to soften. In spite of the embarrassment I felt, I was unbelievably turned on and it took several minutes before my shorts could adequately conceal my now only semi-hard dick.

When I finally returned with what Lisa had originally requested, she said with that same grin, “It sure took you long enough.”

Kathy let out a giggle that she was clearly trying to contain but couldn’t. I turned beet red again. I was very confused, in spite of nothing more than embarrassing me some more I was starting to get hard again.

Lisa and Kathy poured the last of the wine in their glasses and headed for the living room. Lisa “suggested” that I clear the table and then join them. I was doing my clean up rather slowly, to give my self the opportunity to get a grip on the situation. I hadn’t even considered that Lisa would expand our new situation beyond the two of us and the confines of our home. Now I was questioning how far this might ultimately go, and even if there were any limits. That thought actually scared me. Finally I had the place pretty well cleaned up and had stalled as long as I thought I dared. Pouring my self the last of the wine I headed for the living room.

When I got there Lisa and Kathy were both just finishing their wine and I was sent back to open another bottle. By now I’d had one drink while cooking and about a glass and a half of wine with dinner. I would have had more, but when I was pouring my second wine Lisa gave xslot Güncel Giriş me a look that contained a clear message. The girls however had each had a few glasses, and while hardly drunk, they were clearly ‘relaxed’.

“Peter, I haven’t told you the whole reason I invited Kathy over tonight” Lisa began (I started to worry) “Kathy needs our help and advice about something.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relieve. It didn’t happen often, but there had been a few times before when Kathy had asked us for things like this. For example since I work in financial services, I’d once help her by getting her some information about refinancing her condo.

“Shoot,” I said “anything I can do to help out a friend.”

Not that it would have mattered, but that turned out to be exactly the wrong thing for me to say.

“Oh good” they said in unison and then laughed.

“Do you remember that Friday night, when I was stroking you with my feet and the phone rang?”

“Lisa” I yelled.

Both of them giggled.

“Oh don’t be such a prude, Kathy knows all about that.”

Once again I turned bright red. ‘That’ Friday night was the beginning of Lisa’s and my teasing and denial lifestyle. (Read the rather long story Friday night for the details.) During one particularly intense portion of the evening Kathy had called and Lisa talked with her as if nothing else was going on. And there had been another time during one of our teasing sessions that Lisa had stopped abruptly to answer a call from Kathy. I’d already suspected that the second one was set up, now I was sure.

It turned out that Lisa’s cryptic comments on the phone that evening had aroused Kathy’s curiosity. During a subsequent conversation Lisa had told the whole story to Kathy and had been keeping her up to date on how life was progressing ever sense. Unbeknownst to me, Kathy was actually quite a cock tease. Evidently since I was her best friend’s husband when we first met, I’d never seen that side of her. Now she had a new guy she was dating and wanted some ideas to take it a step further.

My mind was a blur, so I’d only been getting about half of what Lisa was saying until she dropped the bomb.

“So tonight I’m going to demonstrate some techniques for Kathy that she can try on Bob (her new guy).”

“Are you nuts?” I yelled.

Lisa became very stern and said slowly, “I know this is unexpected for you, so I’m going to overlook that outburst this once. But remember what I told you before Kathy arrived. I’m not going to remind you a second time.”

With that Lisa told me to go into the bedroom and undress. I was to wait there until they came in, and I’d better be naked.

To be continued…

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It was a particularly ordinary day. They were sitting in her room doing the reading for class that she had sworn she would actually do this term and learn the course rather than skive off her studies and then cram for exams. Nope, she thought, not this term. Therefore the day was ordinary…and boring. Except for the one little distraction she was hiding from him. Well, she thought, multiple distractions.

Her hand reached up to toy with her nipple beneath her red, floral-print zip dress, it was his favourite, for with one zip her large breasts could be exposed. But little did he know that today she was a bit more exposed than usual. Beneath the dress was a red leopard print cupless bra and matching crotchless knickers. She even had on a suspender belt and thigh highs rather than the tights like she usually wore. She squirmed in her seat and held back a moan as the small pink plug was pushed deeper into her tiny ass. Gods, it made her feel so naughty and exposed.

Just then she subtly pulled up her dress just enough to expose the tops of her stockings; she caught his eye and smiled coyly before going back to her book.

“Come here, kitten,” he said, laying his book down on the floor. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she dropped her book and went to stand before him.

“Yes, sir?” she knew the game and she had initiated it; studying was just so boring and she was so horny.

“You’ve been keeping secrets haven’t you, my kitten?” He rose to face her, towering over her in his height. She bit her lip; gods, how he made her ache inside.

“Yes, sir….I wanted to surprise you later but I just got so bored of studying and tired of waiting…I wanted you to have me now.” She looked down demurely and squirmed a bit, enticing a few more sensations out of her ass. Watching him watch her from beneath her long lashes she wondered if she could pretend to be adjusting her knickers and turn on the virtually silent vibe inside the plug without him knowing.

He took her chin in his strong fingers and tilted her face up to look at him. While he was semi distracted with the effect his actions were having on her face, she took the opportunity to reach behind her and twisted the vibe to turn it on, eliciting a small whimper that alerted his attention.

“Bend over, kitten.” He dropped her chin and bent her over the desk, flipping up her dress to expose her tight, pale ass. She whimpered again at the feel of his hands on her skin. “Let’s see what you were doing back here,” he said as he knelt down behind her and spread her pert little cheeks apart to reveal the tiny pink plug she had been using to pleasure herself without his permission.

“Well, well, well…”he mused, flicking his finger over the plug making it jolt inside her and forcing her to grit her teeth as to not moan aloud. “What have we here?” She dipped her head in submission, his words sending shivers down her spine. “So this is why you haven’t been sitting still all day.” She nodded and gasped as he snapped the strap of her suspender belt against her exposed ass before standing up behind her. “And you’re even dressed like my little slut.” She nodded again as he tugged her into a standing position to face him. “You realize you will be punished for this.”

“For what, exactly, sir?” She murmured head down. He lifted her chin and looked at her sternly.

“For pleasuring yourself without my permission,” he reached down and pulled put the plug sharply making her gasp. “And, for causing me problems which interrupted our studying.”

“Problems, sir?” She glanced downward to see his huge cock straining against his jeans and her entire body grew warm with excitement. xslot He was going to use her so wonderfully.

“Problems,” he said, pressing both her small hands against his huge, throbbing cock, “which you will take care of before you are punished. Now strip…I want everything off except your stockings, suspender belt, and heels.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as he released her, and she began her slow striptease. He watched her perfect curvy body become more and more exposed as she shed her dress, then bra and panties. She slid her hands down her body for his approval watching his cock growing visibly harder before he turned and brought out two coils of black

rope. “Anything to please you, sir. Please may I suck your cock? Considering your problem is all my fault?”

“Arms back for dragonfly sleeve.” He said, tying a few knots in a length of rope, “and yes…that is the plan, kitten.”

She held her arms parallel behind her and he looped the rope around her shoulders then proceeded to knot and loop it around her arms until there were 6 loops on each arm with a row of knots down the centre, completing a bondage trick some call the dragonfly sleeve. She was practically shivering in pleasure as his strong rough hands worked over her body, giving her goose bumps.

He then ran the extra rope up between her thighs before tying it to the loops over her shoulders to create a perfect place for him to grab on to.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, checking the ties to make sure they were secure and having her wiggle to make sure no circulation was being cut off. Once he was sure she was safe and secure he tugged on the ropes near her shoulders.

“Knees, kitten.” He said as he tugged her down in front of him.

She knelt submissively before him as he stripped off his shirt exposing his smooth toned chest and then shed his jeans and boxers. She bit her lip and moaned as she watched his massive length grow even harder at the sight of her bound on her knees before him. She was practically salivating at the sight of him, all she wanted was to take his cock in her mouth and have him use her like his little slut.

“Please, sir…let me take care of you.” She was breathing heavily and she could feel her thighs becoming wet with her juices. She poked her tongue out to taste him but his hands twisted in her long golden curls and pulled her back.

“Wait one moment, kitten.” He said, releasing her and walking to the drawer. He bent down and poked around inside for a minute before pulling out a thick purple plug, almost as thick as him. “You wanted something inside that tight ass of yours, so you’ll get it.” He knelt beside her and bent her over, exposing her tiny rosebud, then reached between her thighs. “Oh, kitten…you are so wet already.” He used her juices to lubricate the plug and her tight little hole before lining it up and shoving it in, watching her tiny ass swallow the huge plug. She squealed at the initial pain then wiggled her ass, getting used to the full feeling, and began to moan as he pushed gently on the base of the plug. “I’m so proud of you, kitten.”

He took her chin in his hand and met her plump lips with his in a deep kiss, his tongue flicking hers as he reached out a hand and tweaked her nipples, making her moan into his mouth. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and stood up, watching her as he positioned himself in front of her waiting mouth and gave himself a few quick strokes. “Are you ready to suck my cock, kitten?”

“Yes!” she begged, “please…I want to taste your cock, sir. I want to feel your cum in my mouth.”

“And you will my kitten.” He brought his throbbing xslot Giriş cock to her face and felt it engulfed by her hot and waiting mouth. She moaned around his cock and began to suck him. He looked down at the sight of her bound at his mercy, sucking his cock and moaned, holding her head in place. “That’s it, baby…” His hands twisted through her curls as her perfect mouth began to do the trick. As she licked around the head of his cock and flicked the underside with her tongue his knees almost buckled and he moaned loudly before grabbing her head and forcing himself down her throat. She moaned around his cock as he began to fuck her face, making him groan at the vibrations she was creating. She looked up at him and watched his muscles ripple as he used her hot mouth; her pussy was aching and her ass was on fire, it all felt so good that she felt like she might pass out.

She could feel him getting close as her head bobbed up and down on his cock; her lips stretched wide to accommodate his vast girth; her tongue working wonders on the tip inside her mouth. “Fuck…kitten…that’s so good. I am so close, baby.” She bobbed her head faster…she wanted to taste him cum. He held her head and pumped his cock into her waiting mouth.

His balls tightened and he moaned loudly as he held her mouth on him and shot stream after stream of hot cum into her hungry mouth. She moaned with him, her body convulsing as she had her own immaculate orgasm. He pulled her mouth off him and she began to dutifully lick him clean.

Once he was clean she sat back on her heels and looked up at him. She was certain she did a good job, but a bit wary because she did accidentally cum without his permission and he was bound to have noticed.

“Did I please you, sir?” she asked as he helped her stand, arms still bound behind her.

“Yes…you did wonderfully, kitten.” He stroked her cheek with one hand but then thrust the other between her thighs feeling the evidence of her rebel orgasm. “However…you came without my permission, and that is going on the list of things you need to atone for.”

“But sir,” she moaned, wriggling in pleasure as he began to play with her oversensitive pussy. “It was an accident, sir. I couldn’t help it. You felt so good in my mouth and I just couldn’t help it!”

“You still need to be punished, kitten.” He said, untying her arms and leading her to the bed. “Ten spanks for using the plug without my permission and ten for interrupting our study time. But I will only add five for cumming without permission since you were obeying me when it happened.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, hands clasped in her lap, watching him as he paced naked before her. “Do you think you will need to cum again, sir?”

“Perhaps…but first you need to be punished my sweet kitten. Cross your ankles.” She obeyed and he took the rope, wound it around her ankles over her heels, then took the second length of rope and bound her wrists. Sitting down on the bed, he picked her up and laid her across his lap.

He ran his calloused hand over her soft skin, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned aloud as he caressed her, her moans met with a sharp slap from a leather paddle.

“One,” he counted. The paddle came down again and she twitched, trying not to moan, it was supposed to be a punishment after all. “Two. Now count,” he ordered.

“Three,” she moaned as the paddle came down again.

He continued the rhythmic spanks as she grew wetter and wetter, her juices leaking out onto her thighs. After he had her count out twenty-five spanks, he set the paddle down and caressed her sore red bum. His fingers slipped between her xslot Güncel Giriş cheeks to find her throbbing, soaking pussy. She moaned as he poked just the tip of his finger into her tight hole.

“Well, well…” he said, dipping two fingers into her sopping cunt. “It seems you enjoyed that.” She looked up at him, blushing crimson, but said nothing. “You are such a naughty slut to enjoy that, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I am a dirty little slut who needs to be used. Please use me, sir.” He lifted her off his lap and settled her into a kneeling position on the bed. His fingers continued to caress her backside as he gazed at the spectacular view that was his little kitten. Bound at the ankles and wrists, clad in nothing but stockings, suspender belt, heels and a bit of rope, she looked amazing. Her tiny, pert ass was high in the air and her thick curls fell in a soft curtain around her face. Her bare pussy lips glistened with her arousal and the purple plug was still deep in her ass.

“Sir?” She asked, shaking him out of his gazing. He shook his head, regaining some composure.

“Just look what you’ve done to me.” He gestured to his thick cock, standing to full attention again. “You need to take care of it again, kitten.”

“How should I do that, sir?” She asked coyly, wiggling her bare bum at him. “Does your little slut need to be on her knees like this for you to use her tight little pussy? Will you fuck my tight cunt and ass until I scream and you cum so hard, sir?”

He groaned at her words and fell upon her, thrusting his aching cock into her tight, wet cunt. “Oh, yes!” She moaned as he began to pound her tight pussy furiously. “Use me, sir. Use your dirty little slut.”

“Oh fuck, kitten…you’re so tight and wet for me. Just like my little slut should be.” She felt so tight around him, her expert muscles clenching around his throbbing cock, forcing him out, then sucking him in. He pounded in and out at an alarming rate, using her like his slut, both of them loving every minute of it. He reached around to grab on to her large smooth breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, wishing he had thought to put clamps on her, making her moan and squeal in pleasure.

“Sir, please fuck my ass.” She had turned around to face him and was biting her lip in that way she knew was irresistible to him. “I need you to fuck my ass…use me. Please, sir. Stick that hot hard cock inside my tight little…oh!” She gasped loudly as he yanked the plug out and forced himself into her slightly gaping ass in one swift motion. Her pussy had been so wet that his cock needed no more lubrication.

“Oh kitten…I am not gonna last long now. Your ass is so tight. How does it feel to have me fucking your tiny ass with my huge cock?” He groaned at the sensations, knowing it wouldn’t be more than a few minutes before his cock exploded.

“So, so good, sir. Please may I play with my pussy and cum, sir?” She begged. “Please, sir, I need to cum so badly. I can’t hold back much longer.”

“I want you to fuck yourself with your dildo and cum for me, baby.” He pulled out slightly and bent over her to unbind her hands, then grabbed the dildo from behind him and began to thrust into her ass once more.

“Thank you, sir,” she moaned, taking the dildo and working it into her pussy. Her moans began to grow louder as she came closer and closer to climax. “Sir, I am going to cum.”

“Go ahead, kitten.” He moaned against her neck, knowing his own release was just around the corner. “Cum for me and we’ll cum together. My treat, kitten.”

Her hand worked furiously at thrusting the dildo inside herself. Just then she began to moan convulse in a massive climax; her ass clenched around him and he came with a loud moan, squirting deep inside her ass.

Gently he pulled out of her and laid down next to her, pulling her into his arms.

“I am so proud of you, kitten.”

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As I squealed in agony at the repeated kicks to my balls by the gorgeous woman I’d met only a few months earlier I wondered if I could handle what she had in store for me this weekend….

It all started fairly innocently, me being a horny fellow and her being that on-the-prowl older woman with a manner about her I couldn’t quite place. Ms Margaret Stacey was the section leader which included the mailroom, to which I made regular deliveries as a courier.

The young girls in the mailroom had been teasing and flirting with me ever since I’d started. I didn’t think much of it, being 18 and in good shape meant I got my share of attention from women of all ages. But it wasn’t until Margaret caught me looking up her skirt as she squatted down near me, a deliberate move in hindsight, that I started down the slippery path I now found myself on…. She’d caught me staring a little too long and instead of making a scene had come over to me once we were both standing up and pinched my nipple between her slender fingers and twisted it until it felt like it was on fire. Seeing my face contort slightly, but also smile broadly she then placed her card between my teeth and mouthed the words ‘call me sometime’ silently.

So here I found myself a few weeks later, having made love to her so many times already, having taken the kinky road with her and allowing her to tie me up. Legs spread wide by the spreader bar at my ankles, wrists cuffed securely to the chain dropped from the ceiling, blindfold only adding to the agony of not knowing what was next….

It started when we made love the first time, her insistent manner to be pleased her way was very attractive. Always liked a dominant woman you see, but when Marg pushed me onto my back and made me lick her cum soaked cunt clean I knew she was more than just kinky. The enthusiasm I put into licking my own spunk from her dripping snatch sure fired her up!

She followed this by suggesting she tie my hands to the bedposts so she could ride my face at her leisure. Next I find that instead of 69’ing with me, she’s squeezing my balls harder and harder. The strange thing for me was that I enjoyed the pain. I’d never thought much about BDSM, but it seemed now I might as well go along.

Fast forward a few weeks more and I found myself in a well equipped play room, on hands and knees and barely able to move. Gagged so I couldn’t make too much noise, but not blindfolded. By now Margaret had ordered me to call her M’am, and with the way she was pleasing me who was I to object? Seeing her parade in front of me with the strap-on was a worrying feeling though. But that lasted only seconds, for as she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my nutsack and squeezed I knew I was running out of options. It was either be tormented by the ballbag or let her fuck my arse with the strap-on.

To be fair, I’d always wondered what it would feel like to be rammed up the arse, but I never realised the pain involved for a virgin like me. Nodding to her repeated questions of more pain for the balls or can I finally ream you, she didn’t waste any time and having already worked her finger up my bum with the lube, it took only seconds for the strap-on to slide into my sphincter.

Oh my! The searing pain of being opened up by what felt like a tree! When I moved too much she just reached for the balls and dug her nails into them, thus distracting me whilst she forced another inch or so into my poor arse. In a few minutes she’d fed all six inches of thick strap-on xslot into my virgin arse, and once I’d started to relax I have to admit it was a rather nice sensation. Until she started to fuck me that is.

In and out, over and over, the agony of being repeatedly opened up was making me cry freely. The weirdest thing happened to me then though, I started to really enjoy the pain of being physically abused, whilst at the same time enjoying the humiliation of being made inte her slave. After this first arse reaming session she announced she’d now call me slutboy and I would be hers to use as she wished. I agreed to this too readily, I know that now.

Steadily, our encounters became more elaborate. Nipple clamps, ball press, ball splitter, ball stretchers, cock cages, clothes pins, blind folds, gags, bigger strap-ons, stronger cuffs, etc. Then came the day when the cock cage was locked onto me after our play session and she announced to me that from this day forth I no longer owned the cock and balls I was born with. They were now hers to use as she wished, my spunk now belonged to her and I would now only be allowed to orgasm as and when she pleased. Again, I too readily agreed to this when pressed.

So I was now completely under her control. Cock in a cage with a padlock, being subjected to longer and longer periods without orgasm. In the meantime though, I was made to fuck her pussy for hours on end, without being allowed to cum of course. The punishment for unauthorised orgasms was a torturous ball press session that would leave me barely able to walk afterwards. The control that she had over was staggering, in hindsight it was so easy to see of course, but at the time I was in heaven as she was giving me all the stimulation I craved.

Then things took a turn I hadn’t expected. After once more being spread eagled and shackled on the cross shaped low bench I’d helped her make, I was expecting she would sit on my face for an hour again when instead she opens the door and in walks another woman. Today I was to please them both I was told. OK, I thought, how hard can that be?

The drill was quite simple, lick until told to stop, don’t cum until given permission. So with the new woman sitting on my face, M’am starts riding my cock, sorry her cock and as she’s riding me she keeps smacking my balls and telling me not to cum. The new woman is dripping wet and her smooth cunt is a delight to lick. She cums far too soon though and the women swap positions.

Again I was told not to cum, but feeling the new woman’s smooth and soaking wet cunt sliding down my throbbing cock is almost too much for me to take. The new woman senses I am about to cum though and she grasps my ballsack between thumb and forefinger and forcefully squeezes any thoughts of blowing my wad from me!

For nearly two hours the women kept riding me, cumming over and over, letting me lick their juices from their dripping cunts, before I was allowed to cum. The new woman slowly rode me whilst Marg alternated between squeezing and smacking my nuts, then coming around to my face and tongue kissing me. The new woman, Lisa, then started cumming once more and Marg calmly ordered me to cum, thus making me spurt a huge load into Lisa more or less as she came. Then as Lisa regained her composure, Marg told her to sit on my face once more.

So now I got to clean up once again. Lisa’s pussy tasted different, but that didn’t matter once the pearls of spunk started sliding out of her, straight into my mouth. For xslot Giriş a few minutes this went on, she just was sooo wet! Once Lisa got off, Marg and her just looked at me and decided I was just a filthy little slut and promptly pissed all over me. The hot streams of urine went all over me, face and all. The taste wasn’t bad, although I didn’t want to swallow any. The look on their faces had changed from being horny to now being disgusted by me, as if I was just a worthless worm. Not far from the truth of course. Seeing my cock harden once more broke them out of their moment of staring! They just laughed and left me there while they both showered and cleaned up.

Lisa became a regular participant in play sessions. She was more sadistic though, putting more vigour into fucking my arse with a bigger strap-on and also using the ball press with more force. What came as a surprise though was when Lisa brought a guy with her one day. I was already tied up on the cross bench, so I couldn’t do anything about it when Lisa told her slave to fuck my mouth with his nice thick cock, thus making him nice and hard. Once he was fully erect he was told to fuck Lisa, who had positioned herself so that I could watch her pussy being filled nicely with Adam’s cock, his balls swinging as he pounded her hot little fuckhole from behind. She told him to pump her full, which he did and once done she pushed him away and sat her full fuckslot on my face to clean her up. Slurping her pussy clean, eating Adam’s spunk as well as Lisa’s juices made me so horny I couldn’t understand it. But it sure made my cock rockhard! Marg and Lisa then sent Adam away whilst they fucked me senseless.

I should have known it wouldn’t end there. A few weeks later I was tied into an all fours position and Lisa and Adam walked in once more. Sucking Adam’s cock I didn’t mind, but when instead of fucking Lisa I heard him being ordered to fuck me up the arse, I got worried. Anyway, he gently worked himself up my arse and began to pump me, our balls tapping together as he got more vigorous. Marg was ordering him to go harder and faster. The pain gradually gave way to pleasure and it must have shown on my face, for Lisa then called Adam around to my front and ordered him to blow off on my face. As a good little slave he jerked himself a few times and promptly spat his pearls all over my face. Within minutes he was dressed and gone.

The women were now laughing and jeering like never before. They untied me and with just a cuff around my ballsack, Lisa yanked on the chain dragging me to the bed where I was ordered to fuck Marg. She’d always been into hard slamming sessions, so seeing her ankles around her ears and her cunt just oozing juices I expected her to cum quickly. She did, within the first minute of me sliding my turgid pole up her slot she came loudly. Lisa meanwhile was talking to me to not cum, and yanking on the chain thus making my nuts ache.

Over and over I was ordered to fuck Marg hard, make her cum and leave my hard cock inside her. Lisa enjoyed having the chain, deliberately yanking it hard as it seemed I was about to cum, digging the little spikes inside the cuff into my sack painfully. Marg came over and over, I don’t know how many times, before her and Lisa swapped positions. Lisa just grinned at me, told me I was doing really well and held me to her chest as she kissed me tenderly.

Next I feel a strap-on being placed at my sphincter and Marg is forcing it into me quickly. I’d DP’d a woman before, but this xslot Güncel Giriş was new to me! The sheer excitement of being full to the brim of strap-on whilst fucking Lisa took me to a new place. Then when Marg whispered in my ear to just cum when I was ready I just lost it completely, blasting Lisa’s dripping snatch full of spunk, thrusting deep into her as my balls ached from finally being allowed to empty. Needless to say, I didn’t need to be ordered to lick her clean, I enjoyed this by now.

A new contraption, in the form of a chain coming down from the ceiling attached to a hoist, was a worrying device. It looked like I would find out whether or not I liked it soon enough though as I was already in handcuffs when I was marched into the playroom by Marg. Once latched on, Marg pressed a remote that made the chain go up higher into the hoisr and before long I was standing on tippy toes.

She just laughed at my discomfort, which grew once Lisa led a group of women into the room. The brief announcement was simple in that I would be used in any way each woman saw fit and was to follow all instructions. What followed was a painful ordeal, Marg sitting in a corner slowly fingering herself and letting the chain go slack or taut depending on what the situation required. The most torturous aspect was the number of times the various women came whilst I was under strict instructions not to cum.

After a few hours of being used and abused I was absolutely spent, and I hadn’t cum yet. I’d been made to fuck most women up their cunt for a fair bit, a couple had made me fuck their arse hard. The spiked cuff around the balls had made me bleed a little, not that this stopped Lisa from being any gentler mind you. With now just Marg left in the room, she slackened the chain a little and told me to spread my legs for her. The horny lusty look on her face told me she’d be kicking my balls soon, for this was her favourite prelude to a feisty fuck session. Her breathing got deeper as she went around behind me, and before I’d thought about it, her spiked heeled boot thumped into my tired balls. The cuff was off thankfully, for this would not have been bearable had the cuff been on still….

Over and over she kept kicking me, her foot making me cry as it repeatedly made contact with my low swinging sack. For every kick she gave me from behind, I’d also get one from in front. After receiving a dozen kicks from this gorgeous woman, who was now only wearing her spiked heeled boots, I wondered how much more I could handle. My cock was now throbbing wildly despite the hot stinging pain in my nuts. Marg sneered at my stiff cock and just kept kicking me, with what seemed to be ever growing intensity.

Then something I’d never seen before happened. As I was crying she seemed to approach orgasm, then kicking me once more she just cried out in delight and came so hard she collapsed to her knees. Her kicking me in the balls had just made her cum more violently than I’d seen her cum when I fucked or licked her! Thru my own sobs of agony I couldn’t help but feel delighted, in a strange way that I can’t really put into words. For several minutes Marg sat slumped on her hands and knees, shaking and quivering in the aftermath of a massive orgasm, before she got some ice for my aching nuts. It took almost a week for the pain to disappear completely.

The weirdest thing is that whilst it hurt, it also excited me so much to know that Marg came from seeing the pain she inflicted on me. As she later admitted, she didn’t think it possible for me to take as much as she gave me, but at the same time she felt almost unable to stop herself from giving me more. I should also not have admitted to her that I enjoyed it tremendously….but that is another story.

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The grounds were simply stunning and seemed to go on forever. They were in a little Wrangler jeep, bouncing along off-road and on small paths through gardens, and into the forest at the foot of the mountains. The little roads began to climb and soon they were in the mountains in earnest. After about an hour, Anise began to hope they would soon get to wherever they were going; she was thirsty and needed the toilet and the butt-plug was making her ache. When Bryndis stopped the car, however, there didn’t seem to be any sign of civilization about.

“Ummmm… Master?” They had been silent the entire journey, and Annis was uncertain whether she could speak or not. But she really did need the facilities.

“Yes, Annis, what is it?” She seemed to have broken him out of a reverie. In truth he was remembering the last time he had been up here. With Catalina. The day before she left. He was so glad to be here in different circumstances with this lovely creature next to him.

“Is there a shop or something around here where I can use the restroom?”

Bryndis smiled. “We’ll be out here for two nights, rain or shine. However, if you need the privy, it would make me very happy to watch you. Just squat next to the car.”

Annis stared at him, dumbfounded. “Two nights? Outside?” Squat? Watch me?!!

“Yes,” he answered. “And if you don’t pee soon, I actually will come stand over and watch you. Out you get.”

“But,” Annis stammered, “what will I use to, you know, wipe?”

“There’s a handkerchief in a plastic bag in the glove compartment. We’ll wash it soon.”

In complete disbelief, Annis removed the handkerchief, opened the door, got out, pulled up her robe and squatted down. No pee. Too nervous. She looked over at Bryndis.

“Well,” he said, clearly amused, “push.”

She did. It worked. As she was wiping off, Bryndis looked at her and asked if the butt plug was secure.

“What?”

“Is your plug still in place — all the way in?” She felt it, pushing out a little, but still in.

“Yes, it’s okay. I am sore, though, Master.” She put the handkerchief back in the plastic bag and got back in the car, shame faced. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never been camping; I’ve never really spent a whole lot of time doing out-doors-y stuff. I mean, I’ve always been interested in it, but I just haven’t had the time. I’m sorry if I’m foolish about this stuff. You know, bugs and using the bathroom outside.”

You have no idea what you are going to experience, doll, Bryndis thought. But he just smiled.

“Before we continue on here, I want you to know that this is the first time I’ve been here with someone in a very long time. Where I’m about to take you is one of my favourite places in the world.” He looked at her for a long time. Neither of them said anything. “Well. Let’s go.”

They got out of the car and Bryndis led them on a path through the woods. Annis, in sandals, wasn’t shod for a hike and hoped it would be a relatively short walk. She was a little confused when he stopped very abruptly and undressed. She stared as his streamlined torso emerged from underneath his shirt and as his legs came out from his jeans. His sandals he had already kicked aside and now wore only his boxers. Without turning to look at her, he took a deep breath and took them off. “Take off your sandals and your robe, Annis. Leave them with my things.” He didn’t move, but waited the few moments it took for her to slip out of her things. She hesitated, still unused to stripping in front of someone. And this was outside where anyone could be watching. Well, she thought, I don’t see anyone; I might as well get it over with. He saw her indecision and smiled to himself when she began to lift her robe over her head. He very much enjoyed watching her breasts stretch upward and bounce out of the fabric. When she was ready, he turned right and seemed to be walking into the mountain. It was only then that she realized they were looking at the small, dense mouth of a cave. Bryndis went forward toward that dark blackness without ever looking back. ………………………………………………………………………………………………

Bryndis knew Annis was terrified. This was a test of obedience of a different kind. He knew, as she didn’t know, that the way was neither long nor dangerous so long as she staid close to him. He knew the way to their destination very well and trusted that she would call to him if she was in any way unsure. He ducked his head through the entrance of the cave and continued forward and a little to the right, going slowly, listening for Annis to follow. When he was certain she was almost directly on behind him, he smiled to himself and continued.

Annis, in the meantime, was terrified indeed. Was he just going to lead her in here and then leave her to rot? She had no clothing and no one else knew they were here. What was she doing? She hadn’t even left a note that she was there — why hadn’t she left a note before they had left?! And she was freezing without xslot even her robe on. The stones were wet and cold beneath her feet and the walls of the cave seemed to close in around her. All she could do was focus her eyes on the dim figure directly in front of her, determined that he would not lose her in the cave. He carried only his backpack. How long did they walk? She had no idea. It felt like the darkness went on forever.

In truth, they had only been walking for about ten minutes at a very slow pace. Bryndis wanted her to feel alone; in a cave that was easy. He stopped and slowly turned to her.

“I know you’re afraid. I just want you to listen to the quietness. See if you can let it fill you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, so softly that outside he would not have been able to hear it. Now that they were still, the silence was greater than anything she had ever heard. A great quaking silence. She could hear water falling from somewhere near and could hear trickles of it dripping close by. She was being so still that she was startled by Bryndis’ small movement next to her, reaching up to her, putting one hand on her breast, feeling the hard cold of her nipple beneath his rough fingers.

“I will never betray you Annis; can you trust me?” She could not even see him. But she had no choice but to let him do as he would. Miles deep in this cave they must be, she thought, with no way of escape. She was silent and he was looking hard at her. All she could see was a small spark of light in his eyes and the dim features of his face. “Offer your breasts to me, Annis. Hold them up to me.” She did. Not thinking anything but that this could be her end, she put one hand under each breast, holding them out to him in offering. She stood there, shivering. “Are they for me?” She nodded. “I may use them as I see fit?” She shuddered, but only moved closer to him. Without another word, he grabbed her right breast and bit down fast and hard on the nipple. Then, he did the same to her left nipple. She tried not to scream out, scared of shattering this silence that seemed to cover her in pain. Surely, he drew blood. Then suddenly she realized he had continued and, almost crying again, she hurried to keep up. Turning a sharp corner, she saw light ahead and Bryndis’ shadow. Light! She had never been so happy to see it. Turning the last corner, she gasped as her breath caught in her throat.

She was in a room. No, she thought, not a room — a cavern. That was the only way to describe it. Deep in this mountain cave was one of the most beautiful places she had ever seen. The space was flooded with light and elaborately decorated with natural things. The outer face had been carved out of the mountain and was now refracting light as a small waterfall fell past, large enough for the light to refract, dancing onto the floor, but small enough to be quiet. A large bed, a cabinet, a table, and two wood-carved chairs were stationed on the far side of the cavern in order to keep them dry and warm. The floor consisted of soft blankets and straw covering the stone. On the near side of the space was a small stream leading into a deep pool that had been cut into the floor of the cave and three small fires were lit, adding warmth she so desperately needed. Annis was stunned.

‘What do you think?’ he asked, though the look on her face assured him that she could understand why he loved it so much.

‘The light… it’s dazzling. I don’t really know how else to describe it. Oh, Master, I was so scared…’

‘And yet, you never questioned me and you never hesitated; you didn’t cry to go back or even say your warning word. You never let your fear overcome your faith — and that is all I will ever ask of you, Annis. There will be so many times that you will feel afraid, but I will never lead you into a place where you need to doubt my care for your safety.’ He picked up a pillow off of the bed and one of the chairs next to the table and brought them near to the mouth of the cave. He sat on the chair and motioned for her to sit on the pillow at his feet. ‘Come, sit. I want to talk to you about something that’s important for you to understand.’ Annis came, sat and looked up at Bryndis inquisitively. She noticed that he seemed relaxed, sitting there naked. She couldn’t quite get used to the feeling and tried to sit in a lady-like manner, arms crossed over her chest with her feet tucked up under her. Bryndis smiled, but said nothing.

‘Annis, I want to talk to you about rewards and punishment. What do you think a punishment is?’

‘Um…it hurts. Or, it takes away something I enjoy or makes me feel uncomfortable.’

‘Okay,’ said Bryndis. ‘What is a reward?’

‘A reward is good, it will be something that makes me happy and makes me feel good, right?’

‘So, what would be a reward if we weren’t here? I mean, if you had done something particularly well, how would you expect to be treated by your partner?’

‘Well, maybe flowers or a nice dinner or a small gift, I guess.’

‘And here?’

‘Well…’ Annis was xslot Giriş on completely uncertain ground here. She was still a little embarrassed talking about sex, but there was nothing for it. ‘I’m guessing it’s going to be more sexual. I do something good, I get to cum or I get a kiss or some sort of prize; if I do something bad, you use pain to teach me not to do it again. Right?’

Bryndis smiled and looked out over the forest that stretched out below them. ‘Sometimes. It isn’t quite as simple as that. The pain you were in last night, for instance, that was not a punishment, was it?’ She nodded, thinking. He continued. ‘Sometimes, pleasure can be used as a punishment. For instance, what if I made you masturbate in front of your parents. Or, what if I asked you to have sex in public with a complete stranger? Those things would make you physically feel good, but I don’t think either of them would be pleasurable for you.’

‘You’re absolutely right. Um… I’m not going to have to do those things am I?’ She had gone a little pale at the mention of her parents.

‘Rest assured, parents don’t usually get invites,’ he answered, smiling. ‘I have no plans to involve them in our relationship.’ He didn’t say, she noticed, that she wouldn’t be having sex with a stranger.

‘Basically,’ he continued, ‘I will tell you when I’m doing something specifically as a reward or as a punishment. If I don’t specifically say, you can always ask, but it will probably be as a learning experience otherwise. For instance, when I make you cum in a little while, it won’t be for a reward or for a punishment. I want to teach you how to let me bring you pleasure and I want to teach you how to accept that pleasure.’ He looked at her and saw she was blushing red. ‘Annis, I will do the same thing with whips and ropes; I will teach you about pain and how to let me give you pain and how it can help drive you sexually. Do you understand?’

‘Yes.’ Now it was she who was looking out over the forest.

‘I also want you to know that your punishments and rewards do not negate each other. By that I mean that when you do something that earns you a punishment you cannot ‘get out’ of the punishment by doing something that would earn you a reward. Basically, I keep a running tally.’ He reached into his pack, pulled out a notebook and turned to the first page on which was printed ‘Annis’ list’.

‘I will leave this out in your rooms and both of us will update it at the end of every day. This means that both punishments and rewards will usually happen at least a day after the fact.’

‘Wait a minute,’ said Annis, ‘what do you mean that I will update it? I will update what?’

‘Let me show you.’ Bryndis reached down in order to show her the book more clearly. Every page showed two columns, one labeled ‘reward’, the other labeled ‘punish’.

‘Every day before you go to bed,’ he continued, ‘you will take a few minutes and think about whether you’ve done anything that you think you need to be punished for and anything you think you deserve to be especially praised for. It’s important to me that you do this.’

‘But I don’t understand. I thought that you would just decide when I had done something right or wrong.’

‘Well, I will, in the end. I will, of course, read this every day and decide if you were right — that you should be rewarded or punished. And, usually, I will be the one who decides what your punishment or reward will be. But I won’t be with you every moment of every day. Sometimes you might break a rule or forget to do something and I won’t be there to see. This is your chance to ‘confess’ as it were. Equally, if you do something that really pushes you, either during one of our classes or outside of class, then this is where you write it down and let me know. I will decide if it really is worth a reward. It keeps you in touch with your giolla training in a very personal and honest way.’ Bryndis was now looking directly at her. Annis couldn’t help but glance down at his flaccid penis and compare it to the butt plug that was still stretching her ass. He saw her glance and reached out to roughly take her chin, forcing her to look at him. ‘Pay attention, Annis.’

‘Yes, Master, I’m sorry. I think it’s a good idea; I’ll start keeping the lists tonight.’

‘You should think about whether that sort of infraction — letting your mind wander in class — should be on it.’ He softened his gaze as she looked down at the floor. My goodness, she was so sensitive. He reached out to touch her fawn-white breast. ‘But, Annis, I’ve already started your lists. Look.’

He turned to the first page. Under ‘reward’ there were two things listed, ‘Ceremony of Will — submission’ and ‘cave walk’. Under ‘punish’ it said ‘Ceremony of Will — resistance’ and ‘Ceremony of Will — scream’.

‘This means that during your Ceremony of will you earned two punishments. You resisted the men strapping you to the cross bench and you screamed out when I came into you, even though I had told you to make no noise.’ She looked xslot Güncel Giriş up at him, about to explain. He put his hand to her lips. ‘I understand why. I do. I probably would have done the same thing. But Annis, it is still disobedience. However, you did amazingly well on the walk through the cave and the way you gave yourself to me at the end of the Ceremony was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Thus, two rewards. Do you understand?’

Yes, she thought, I understand. But her stomach was in complete knots; she had gone farther than she ever thought possible with someone who was almost a complete stranger — someone she knew basically nothing about — who was now telling her that she had done something wrong. She looked away from him, furious.

‘Annis?’ Brydnis’ voice was soft and caring. And at that moment she hated it.

‘You think you care about me, but you don’t. You don’t even know me! Do you have any idea how hard that was for me? I can’t…I don’t…You can’t punish me for opening myself up to you!’

Bryndis looked completely taken aback. ‘Annis, you must know that I’m not punishing you for your courage!’ He reached out and grabbed her arm. ‘And I do know you, perhaps better than you know yourself. I don’t doubt you. I think you are beautiful. I want you to feel comfortable in who you are without having to question yourself every day. Can you say the same?’

Tears filled her eyes as she pulled her arm away. ‘No.’ It was all she could manage to say. He knew then that it was time. He got down from the chair and met her on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her as tears fell down her face. ‘You are beautiful,’ he said, running a hand through her hair and down her back. He guided her back until she was laying on the cold stone. Annis stopped crying as his hands softly met her skin, flitting across her breasts, her stomach, and then parted her legs and rested each on the inside of her thighs. ‘Annis, are you listening to me?’

‘Yes, Master, I am.’ What she really wanted was him to keep moving near her. Her body was betraying her need and desire for him. I don’t even need to tell him that I want him, she thought. He can see it. And he can taste it. He knows that I want him.

‘Annis, first I’m going to punish you for resisting the other Kyros when they attempted to help guide you. You are never to resist another Kyros here, for any reason. To help you remember this, I am going to give you five strokes across each breast.’ Bryndis had reached over to pick up a birch branch, lithe and bendy, keeping one hand on the inside of her leg. He would strike her hard enough to mark her, but not to break her skin. It would probably bruise her again. He looked back at her. ‘You will count each stroke and ask for the next one.’

Annis’ face was pale, but she nodded. ‘I’m sorry, Master.’

‘I am waiting for you to ask me to begin.’

Annis looked out at the waterfall and felt the cool breeze over her nakedness. She had her legs spread in front of this man and she was, for the first time, about to ask someone to punish her. She closed her eyes and let the craziness of the situation leave her. This is my Master, she thought. He will teach me and I will learn so much from him.

‘Master, I was wrong to resist help. I didn’t mean to disobey you. Will you please punish me?’ She heard the swish and the snap as the branch hit her pale left breast. The immediately felt the pain wash over her. Though she wanted to roll over or move or cover her breast or anything to ease the pain, she pressed her palms into the stone below her, moaned, and said ‘Please sir, can I have another?’ And another came and then another. After the third strike, Annis had tears pouring from her face, but she managed to ask for the fourth strike and for the fifth strike. After the fifth, she asked for the sixth strike, the first one on her right breast, but Bryndis paused a moment, leaned down and licked and kissed the sore, marked left breast. He then lifted his arm to match the right breast with the left. By the time he was done, her breasts were purple and red. He kneaded them both, softly, but firmly and under him, legs still splayed open, Annis whined softly. But it wasn’t until he leaned down and bit both nipples that she released a sob. He continued biting her, however, his hands following back down to their positions between her legs.

‘Annis, now I’m going to go down on you. I want you to pay close attention to what I do. I want you to be able to speak about it clearly when I’m done and tell me what I could do to give you more satisfaction and tell me if there’s anything I do that frustrates you. Will you be able to do that?’ She nodded. She had stopped crying, but now it was her pussy that was weeping. ‘And Annis, I’m going to want to hear you cum. Don’t be quiet this time.’ He smiled at the look of surprise on her face. He did indeed want to hear his little giolla beg and moan for him.

He started by blowing softly on her wet pussy. Watching it quiver with chills and watching her nipples crimple, it took all of his self-discipline to restrain himself. He knew she would cum hard and fast and decided then to give her what she needed. He bent down, ran his tongue up the inner valley of her pussy and began to suck on her swollen, pink clit.

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