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Two weeks had gone by and I had not contacted Fay until today. I knew she had enjoyed the impromptu session after her unexpected submission one afternoon. I wanted her to really need the next step, and to follow my instructions exactly. Building up the tension was key to getting her to play along with all my plans. Eventually I sent a brief text asking when it would be convenient to call and discuss her next session. The reply was swift, she would be at home alone between 2 and 3 that afternoon and the mobile would be on.

I called towards the end of the hour Fay gave me, making sure she was ready and waiting. As I would expect, Fay answered quite quickly.

“I hope you are ready for more of our enjoyable games, I was very pleased to receive your photo – a perfect response,” I said, reminding Fay of the photo which had confirmed our next meeting would be at her home.

“So, before we agree anything further, tell me what you are wearing today.”

“Oh, well, just normal things – a pair of black trousers and a white blouse,” was her immediate reply.

“Interesting, no underwear or shoes then?” I asked quietly.

“Oh, I see, well, yes of course I am wearing other things,” Fay replied rather too sharply for my liking.

“Good, but not good enough. Now you know what happens when you don’t answer me quite right? A little planned punishment, though perhaps that is what you were wanting to happen. So, I have noted this and will be making sure your nipples will suffer a little more than they would otherwise have done when we meet. And, I will ask again – what are you wearing today?”

By now I was hoping Fay had worked out this was part of the process, the game we would play when we were organising our meetings. If not, she would be suffering even more each time!

“Well, a fitted white cotton blouse, black trousers which are quite smart and tight and some low-heeled black court shoes. I have only a white bra and white cotton panties on underneath as its been quite warm today”, was the more considered answer I got the second time of asking.

“Thank you. Take everything off except your shoes and we will continue our planning once you are naked. Don’t cut me off the phone, just leave it where I might hear the movements as you remove your clothes,” I said.

Fay breathed in, before a brief word of ‘OK’ and I heard the phone put down onto a surface. It wasn’t long before the phone was picked up again, but I had heard movements and rustling that suggested Fay was complying with my orders, despite me not being there to see or punish. Fay came back on the line.

“You are naked, with only your black court shoes on?” I asked.

“Yes, I have taken everything off as you required”, was the soft reply. We were back into the relationship we had developed through the first afternoon spent together, pain and pleasure being the purpose of our meetings. Knowing she was doing as I asked was getting me hard as I visualised the naked body stood talking to me on the phone.

“Good, before you get dressed you will take a photograph and send it me as you did your last one. Now, when you know I am going to call as you knew today, you will make sure you are dressed appropriately. I do not like trousers, I expect shoes to have at least a 2 inch heel and I don’t expect tights. After that it is at your discretion, but failing to please will lead to an increase in pain when we meet, is that clear?”

Fay agreed quietly that this was clear and she would be able to meet this request next time we planned to speak. We went on to agree a date and time for my visit to her house. We both knew we had to be discreet, and it was to coincide with a work absence of her husband. For my own part I worked alone and could travel easily to see her. Finally I reminded her what I expected in dress etiquette.

“Remember, you will be under my control then, as you have been now. You will have your usual safe word, but no other word will release you from what we will be doing. When I arrive I expect to see you dressed to please me, but this time I will not specify what you will wear, you may choose. That may bring extra rewards if I am very pleased, it may bring extra pain if I am not… and of course the two things may be the same for you…. Are you looking forward to our meeting?”

“Very much so.”

“Good, now tell me, are you wet? Are you aroused by the planning, by your exposed situation?” I asked quietly. Fay’s response this time was immediate, not risking further unknown punishment.

“I am very aroused, just the talk and submitting to your instructions has made me wet, which has surprised me! I cannot quite believe that just doing this has caused me to be so horny.”

“Good, we will leave it there but do not forget the photo. I will see you in three days time. I am so looking forward to some more pain and pleasure, your body is always in my thoughts”, and with that I ended the call. Fay did not forget the photo, and about thirty minutes after we had spoken I checked my home e-mail and found what I wanted. sex hikayeleri She had posed for her own camera rather than her mobile phone one, and had uploaded and sent it. A much better resolution than if taken on the phone, she was naked except for her low heeled shoes just as I had asked. She had also posed somewhat provocatively, almost as if she were daring me, or teasing me. She was stood face on to the camera, legs wide apart and hands held under her full breasts, fingers appearing to tweak each nipple. On her mound was the same neatly trimmed triangle I remembered, perhaps a little smaller and showing more bare flesh than before. A glimpse of her slightly puffy lips was just visible. Horny, and perfectly executed and her half smile showed just what she thought of this – she was enjoying herself!

Three days later I found my way to the large house set back behind well established hedges in the corner of a quiet road. I parked, got out and rang the bell. My bag with a few extra things I had not had ready access to last time was by my side. The front door was barely visible from the road I had swung in from, but when it opened I noticed Fay was very careful about how much of her could be seen past me. I went inside the spacious hall and the door swung shut. Turning to look at Fay I was rewarded by a stunningly sexy sight. Fay had taken my instructions and was dressed to please – or at least to tease if you like tight, shiny fabrics and high heels.

Fay smiled and then slowly, and without prompting, twirled around to show off her outfit. She then stood with her hands by her side waiting for me to speak. I was aroused, and she had started the afternoon by immediately signalling her acquiescence, even before we had agreed the game had started. I approached her, leant in and kissed her briefly on the lips before whispering, “Sexy, very sexy, well done, I will ask you later what you want me to do as a reward…..”

Fay was perched on very high black leather ankle boots. Her legs were showing smooth, solid, shiny black nylon that I felt sure would be stockings after our previous conversation. Her dress was deep red with swirly deep orange patterns, and was made of a clinging, figure hugging material that showed off her ample curves perfectly. It wrapped around her full cheeks, and I was sure I could see the outline of the straps of a suspender belt showing through the tight fabric. The dress showed a good proportion of Fay’s fine cleavage, the tops of her firm breasts were straining the fabric where the neckline plunged. I was sure she was wearing a bra, and I knew I would be finding out just what sort it was.

I couldn’t let her start by feeling like she was entirely in control of what she did or wore. Whilst the vision offered to me was astonishingly sexy, and my cock was already hardening, I needed to catch her off balance a little so the doubt was always in her mind about what would happen next.

“Very sexy, but I want to know more. Lift up your dress.”

Fay responded immediately, and lifted the front hem up to reveal her shapely thighs. The tops of the shiny, solid black nylon stockings contrasted nicely with the straps of the black suspender belt holding them up. Her mound was discreetly covered in a wisp of black lace, barely hiding the neatly trimmed mound beneath and seeming to disappear between the lips of an already aroused pussy.

“Turn around, bend over that chair, spread your legs wide”

Fay again responded quickly, learning already that speedy responses meant less pain, or at least less of the pain she may not want and more of the sort that got her going. The dress was not quite raised high enough at the back, so I reached forward and roughly lifted it above her round, firm buttocks. The thin black strap of the thong covered nothing, sliding neatly between her cheeks. These were perfectly presented again for my pleasure. I stroked the firm globes, lightly touching and teasing Fay, pleased to notice a shudder each time I slipped my fingers between her cheeks and along the fabric of her tiny panties covering the rosebud of her virgin anus. This I will be returning to, but for now I needed to keep her off guard.

“You were not quick enough on the phone I seem to recall, you need to know this will not be tolerated. I will blindfold you, and your delightfully untouched cheeks will be my plaything until you can guess what instrument I am using to tease your flesh,” and with that I reached down to get the velvet lined blindfold which fitted snugly over Fay’s eyes. Taking out a long, thin chopstick I brought it down sharply on the exposed right cheek, saying, “After each set of five you can have a single guess. Only when you get it right will I allow you to take off the blindfold and sit down on your punished flesh to talk to me some more… I love hearing your voice describe your exploits…”

I counted a further four swipes of the thin, wooden stick before asking Fay to guess.

“Oh, erm… cane?”

Swiftly, and without a word, I brought down the chopstick again on her porno hikayeleri uncovered cheek, the next five blows evening the red marks out across the flesh in front of me. Again I asked, and again Fay briefly thought about it before shaking her head and giving another wrong answer. I resumed my punishment, and I could see the thin strips of red flesh appearing where I had made good contact. I knew these were not unduly painful blows, and Fay was taking them relatively easily, but they served the purpose of warming the flesh. I put a little more effort in and despite the thin nature of the implements, I was rewarded with the first signs from Fay that I was making a mark. Her breathing was coming more rapidly, she eased back into each of the last few blows and I could see her gently chewing her lower lip as each one hit. Again she could not guess, but she asked permission to ask a question. I had not introduced such an explicit rule, but I was pleased she was learning and thinking in such a way.

“This is difficult, please may I have a clue that might help?”

“You may, but there will be ten blows between guesses, increasing each time you ask for another clue as well as an extra punishment… “

“Thank you, that will be OK, I think…. “

“So, a clue followed by 10 blows… well, its of eastern origins”

And with that I started again. The number of small yet perfectly timed swipes on her glorious ass cheeks were really beginning to get me and Fay aroused. I could see a damp patch forming on the small section of her thong visible between her thigh tops. Her legs were wide spread, her heels adding to both height and the appearance of her firm, toned calves and thighs. As I brought the chopstick down for the tenth time I could hear that Fay was breathing just a little harder now. I paused, awaiting Fay’s next guess, but she remained unable to work it out. A second clue was necessary… and I was already forming a plan to fill Fay just a little fuller than she might otherwise have been as one of the punishments. However, I wanted to move on, so I said, “Eastern origins… and used for dining”.

I felt sure this would be my last chance with these delicate instruments. I rained the swipes down, concentrating on moving lower on to the tops of her thighs, creating a warm, red glow across much of the exposed flesh on offer to me. When I finished Fay said, “I can’t believe that much pain could come from chopsticks!”

I allowed her to stand normally as I took off her blindfold and kissed her warmly on her full lips. I slipped my tongue into her welcoming mouth and slid my hands around her slinky waist to hold up the rear of her dress. Sliding hands down as we kissed I gently stroked her buttocks, lightly touching and rolling the warm flesh that would shortly be subject to further punishment. I roamed further as we kissed hungrily. Fay was responding now, insisting her tongue fought its way into my mouth and starting to move her hands down to my waist and further. I slid one hand between us and dipped down to search out the front of her tiny thong. Staying outside, my finger traced the damp fabric as far down as its disappearance between the tops of her delicious thighs. Fay moaned into my mouth as I teased the damp fabric on the outside of her pussy lips, but I could sense she was losing herself in the moment and forgetting what the afternoon was now about.

I stepped back and broke off the embrace. Fay initially looked puzzled, but quickly stood silent waiting for me to decide what happened next. As I circled around her, admiring the erotic vision in front of me, I asked her what she would like me to do as a reward for her earlier efforts, for appearing so sexily for me.

“I think..”, Fay blushed a little as she hesitated, “I think I would like to have something in my… my pussy.. at the same time as something, well, er.. something in my bottom.”

I nodded, then reached out and took hold of her full, ripe breast and held it firm. The fabric of her dress barely concealed the lacy imprint of the cup’s fabric beneath, and the hardness of her nipple was pushing through them both. I took hold of this through the fabrics and gently but firmly pulled it taut, whilst asking, “Have you had any sexual encounters since we last played?”

Fay nodded, eyes slightly glazed as I continued to pull hard at her sensitive flesh.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Fay looked a little embarrassed as she shook her head.

“Good, tell me about one of them…. and whilst you do it I want to watch you play with yourself. Take off your thong, and tell me all about it….”

Fay looked at me and then slipped her hands into the sides of her thong and slid them down over her fantastic legs. The tiny covering gone, her neatly trimmed pubic mound was now visible and I was pleased to see her pussy lips already slightly engorged and aroused, the signs of that heavenly liquid on their outside. As she took the panties off she passed them to me and went to sit on an armchair. Before she could start her description I seks hikayeleri took each of her legs and spread them wide over the arms of the chair, forcing her to lie back and expose her increasingly wet lips to my view. The dark, solid nylon contrasted sexily with the pale flesh of her rounded thighs and she slipped her hands down to play with the straps of her black, silk suspender belt. Fay presented a most arousing sight, legs splayed, clinging dress hitched around her waist and ever more aroused pussy lips on view.

“It was a week ago, he came home having completed a major piece of work and we went out to celebrate. He asked me to dress up as we were going to a smart restaurant so I wore stockings and a dark blue dress for him. The meal was good, the wine got us relaxed and we came home in a taxi almost like teenagers, with him pinging my suspender straps through the dress.”

As she was talking Fay dropped her right hand to her inner thigh and started to stroke it gently, working her fingers lightly but quickly towards the full, red lips of her waiting pussy. She circled around her sex, over and around, down each side and back, slowly and insistently teasing without touching her aroused flesh. I watched as her fingers slowly approached her open lips, running down the sides and across the top of her waiting pussy. She continued her tale.

“We got back home and barely had we got in here when he pulled me upstairs. He only ever wants sex in the bedroom, and he tugged me there before he started kissing me again, whilst taking my dress off very quickly. I was enjoying the kissing, and I could feel him getting hard as he pressed against me. I was getting a little moist myself, and he stuck a finger quite harshly into me, pushing my knickers aside. I quite liked this, it was almost a little rough and forceful… something which I think you have discovered I like!”

As she recounted this, her own middle finger sank between her flushed pussy lips, and was driven home. She groaned as she spoke, guiding another finger to join the first and beginning to force them in and out of her waiting sex lips. I could see she was getting flushed, the telling and the playing was getting her aroused, so I reminded her to continue.

“It was going fine until he just withdrew his finger well before I was ready, and then tore my favourite panties right off in his haste to get at me. He dropped his trousers quickly, laid me flat on the bed and shoved his cock inside me as quickly as he could. We made love, and I did try to increase my feelings, my experience, by wrapping my legs around his back, but this seemed to impede his thrusting so he pushed them away. It wasn’t long before he unloaded his cum into me… and I was so frustrated as he stopped almost immediately, rolled off and smiled as if he had done me some great favour.”

Again Fay paused as she worked another finger into her increasingly full pussy, and began to seriously pump them in and out. I could hear the sensuous sound as Fay’s juices ran around her fingers. The soft squish of noise arousing, the sight of an exposed sexy body making me hard and ready to fill something up! Fay began to breathe harder as she approached her orgasm, her story telling forgotten as her body’s sensations took over. I brought her back to reality by asking if she had anymore sex from him that night.

“What,.. erm, sorry, no. He played a little ….. with my nipples after he finished, but….. he went soft quickly and lost interest…..oohhh, in sex. I was left frustrated …aarghh…. again, full of his juices again but he had no…. ooohh….. idea that this was a problem he ought to be doing something about.”

Fay continued to plunder her sexy body as she spoke, her words quite erotic and forthright compared to how she had started the last time we met. Her fingers were thrusting into her pussy quite hard now, and her sentences were becoming quite stilted as she strove to keep her control. I had a choice now – leave her and punish the failure to ask permission if she came without asking me, or stop her now and watch the frustration build. I decided I might like to punish her further before I brought her to orgasm, so I just watched her fingers buried deep in her now dripping love tube as they pumped away ever faster. To keep her going I asked Fay what she would have wanted from him after he came, what could he have done to pleasure her. Thinking about this was obviously a perfect distraction, for even as she described this she got ever closer to cumming when she shouldn’t.

“Ooh, I would…. have asked him…. to use his fingers…. like I am, and perhaps in …. a …aargh.. different position……. oh, god, so close…. to see if he could…. fill me… completely…. perhaps……Aarrgh, oohhhhh god , cummminnnng…..,” and with that her body tensed and she let out a loud moan as her orgasm washed over her. I watched, aroused by the sight of Fay as she came. Her stocking covered legs with their heeled ankle boots were spread wide over the arms of the chair, and her slinky dress was hitched high on her waist. Her tiny thong was on the floor as her three fingers of her right hand were buried in her sopping wet pussy. Her left hand had been rubbing the top of her clit at the end, which seemed to be the final trigger to take her over.

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Chapter 1 – Caught by Renee

My name is Brandi and this is my story of getting a whole lot more than I bargained for. Eight months ago I was a happily married computer software consultant who worked out of his house, while my beautiful wife of 3 years worked downtown as a manager in one of the many corporate offices. Since both of us worked we enjoyed a very good standard of living and didn’t have want for anything.

Since I work from home I am able to explore my fetish of wearing women’s clothing. I have had this infatuation ever since I was a little boy, but after my mother found my stash of clothes when I was 15 years old, I let it kind of fall to the wayside, that is until I went away to college where I began to amass my collection once again. Upon graduating from college I went to work for a major software firm and was living on my own where I continued to dress up and wear women’s clothes, but never outside my apartment.

After a year of working for this company I realized I could branch out on my own and not only set my own hours but make more money. One of my first customers was a corporation that needed some pretty intricate software, so I spent several months developing what they needed, but also got to present regular updates to their management.

While at their offices I was paired up with one of their lead engineers, Sandy. Sandy is not only beautiful, but also extremely smart. I figured I didn’t have a chance with her, but somehow she was attracted to my simple charms and so we started dating. During our times together I realized that even though Sandy was fairly naïve when it came to sex, she was willing to try and do different things.

In fact one weekend when we were going away to a bed and breakfast, I decided to bring along some of my clothes and see what she thought. As usual she was willing to try it, but made it plain to me that she really wasn’t turned on by me dressing as a woman. I was a bit disappointed, but decided that I would just keep my fetish a secret from her.

We dated for nearly a year before we finally got married and bought a house. During our courtship Sandy was promoted from lead engineer to a manager position, which required slightly longer work hours. Since I was now working from home, her long work days allowed me to still dress in women’s clothes whenever the need arose. Since I seemed to be drawn to dressing up I decided I was going to do it right.

I began by removing all the hair from my body from the neck down. When Sandy asked about this, I stated that I had started swimming again and that this is what I did in high school to help. She seemed to accept that explanation, though she gave me a peculiar look. I then went on line and determined my facial tones and features and began acquiring the proper cosmetics.

I bought concealer, blush, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow and lipstick in not only slutty colors but also business appropriate colors. I also started to let my hair grow out some. When Sandy asked if my long hair would impact my swimming I told her I always wear a swim cap so it didn’t matter.

With my complete set of makeup I began to practice every day on applying and then getting dressed up for work. Being dressed en femme I sat to use the toilet and made myself drink lots of water so I would have to go often. After doing this for several months I decided to expand my wardrobe and get nice business attire.

I got matching bra and thong panty sets, camisoles, slips, blouse and skirt outfits and dresses. I even expanded my shoe collection, though I only bought heels above 3″. I also decided to purchase a set of realistic breast forms. I just loved the feel of them jiggling as I walked. My toy collection was somewhat limited, and so I decided to pick up a butt plug, a suction dildo, a dildo gag, a ring gag and some handcuffs.

After working on a big project I would reward myself by putting on my sluttiest red lipstick and then practicing deep throating the suction dildo to see how far down the shaft I could put lipstick rings. I also began wearing the butt plug on a regular basis as I found it helped me sway my hips when I walked.

After 3 months of dressing for work, I felt very confident in my ability to dress and look like a woman so much that I no longer kept the blinds down in our house. One day dressed in a new blouse skirt outfit, as I was using the bathroom I didn’t hear my wife enter the house. In fact I was so caught up in myself that I didn’t even realize she was standing in the doorway until I stood up to pull up my pantyhose.

I was quite startled by her appearance and the stern look on her face told me I was in serious trouble. She merely turned around and headed to the kitchen. I finished in the bathroom and quickly followed her. She was sitting at the kitchen table and as I walked up, opened my mouth to begin explaining, but she cut me off.

After what seemed like an eternity she told me that our neighbor Renee had seen Bahis Sitesi a woman in our house that did not look like Sandy. Initially she figured Renee had been mistaken but when she mentioned it again she figured she better investigate things. Imagine her shock and surprise to find out that the “woman” was her husband.

I just about fell over when she told me to show her all of my female stuff. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t more upset. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t going to yell at me. Little did I know just how mad she truly was. She sat on the bed and watched as I pulled out dozens of outfits, to include shoes.

Looking at all my female items, she asked if that was it and I started to say yes, but when she looked at the drawer where I kept my toys I realized just how much trouble I was in. As I pulled out the different items, she held them up and looked at them. When she got to the dildo she noticed lipstick on it and compared the color of the marks to the lipstick in my makeup bag and just made a disgusted noise as she tossed the dildo on the bed.

Sandy then began to explain to me the dire situation I was in and that in order for her not to divorce me and take everything I owned I had better comply. Realizing she was extremely upset I readily agreed to do whatever she said. She told me she thought I would say that and proceeded to call someone.

All I heard was her tell someone that I had agreed and to come over. I didn’t have to wonder long who it was as I heard our back door open and I heard Renee’s voice call out. Sandy told her we were in the bedroom. As Renee came in she walked over to me and told Sandy that this was the woman she saw through the windows.

She then told me that I looked pretty good. As the girls went through my clothes I couldn’t even begin to imagine what they had in store for me. Sandy handed me a racy outfit which consisted of my short leather skirt, red low cut blouse, red garter belt, black nylons and my CFM platform red heels and told me to change. I went to leave the bedroom and Sandy asked me where I was going.

She said, “We’re all girls here, what do you have to hide”, so I stripped down and changed there. As I removed my pantyhose Renee noticed the butt plug and came up behind me and gave it a jiggle. Unfortunately, for me, my cock gave a twitch when she did that, which did not go unnoticed by Sandy. Sandy then asked if I had any glue for my breast inserts and when I told her I did she instructed me to make sure I secured my breasts so that they wouldn’t come off. When I looked at her incredulously she stated that since I wanted to dress as a girl she was going to let me be a girl.

After I got dressed, the girls watched me put on my make up giving me suggestions on how to look more seductive. Sandy explain that Renee and her husband, who were part of the local swingers club, were going to come over for dinner and that Renee was going to explain to her husband that I was a friend of Sandy’s from work who had gotten divorced and that I had not had sex in a really long time and needed some cock.

Unfortunately, I was only going to be able to give oral as my monthly visitor had just arrived. As I stared at Sandy in shock, she merely indicated my lipstick ringed dildo and told me that I should have no problems. Renee, then left to get ready, while Sandy sat and drank wine while I prepared our meal. As I finished setting the table for dinner, Sandy told me to go and freshen up before our guests arrived.

While I fixed my makeup in the mirror I couldn’t believe where this was headed. As I entered the living room Sandy handed me a glass of wine and told me not to disappoint her or I would be sorry. I took a big swallow of wine and told her I would do my best. Jim and Renee arrived shortly and I could tell that Renee had filled Jim in as he was overly affectionate towards me when we shook hands. Sandy then suggested we sit on the couch and chat while we waited for dinner to be ready.

Dinner was already ready, but I figured this allowed Jim more time to flirt with me. Sandy had me sit on one end of the couch with Jim next to me and Renee next to him. As Renee and Sandy chatted, Jim chatted me up, along with rubbing his leg against mine. I tried to look happy, but I must have looked nervous because at one point Renee told me to come with her to the little girl’s room.

As I followed Renee into the bathroom, she turned around and told me that I needed to relax and act like I wanted to get hot and heavy with Jim. I just looked at her blankly and didn’t know what to say. She then reached beneath my skirt and began to play with my cock. As I squirmed she told me that I could either let her finish or she could leave me semi hard and we could go back out.

Seeing as how I didn’t want Jim to know I was a guy I hiked up my skirt to grant her better access. She reached behind and began to slide the butt plug in and out while stroking me. This stimulation along with Bahis Siteleri Renee licking my ear caused me to blow my load rather quickly and all over her hand. She then proceeded to feed me my own cum and tell me that I should have no reason why I can’t be more playful now.

As we exit the bathroom, Jim can see that Renee’s lipstick is smudged and smiles to himself. At that moment Sandy announces that dinner is ready. As we sit at the table Jim holds my chair out for all three of us ‘girls’ and then sits down between his wife and me.

Once seated he immediately puts his hand on my leg and begins stroking it. I reach over with my foot and begin to play footsie with him. He takes this as a good sign and works his hand up higher up my leg. I’m afraid he might touch my flaccid cock and so I reach down with my hand and direct him lower. Thankfully he takes the hint, but not before he grabs my ass.

The rest of dinner goes by without too much excitement and thankfully the wine is flowing freely as I am sure I will need all the liquid courage I can get. As everyone pushes back from the table, Sandy suggests we sit out on the deck and enjoy the evening.

Renee tells Sandy that she just saw a new recipe for a quick dessert and says that she will help her make it while Jim and I go out and enjoy the cool night air. As Jim leads me out onto the deck, he quickly puts his hand on my ass and directs me to a love seat out of the way.

When we reach it, he turns me to face him and leans in for a kiss. I am taken aback and gasp. This only allows him to close the gap and slip his tongue in my mouth. At first I don’t respond but while he is squeezing my ass he begins to reach up to my breast and so in a panic I begin to kiss him back. At first it feels awkward to be kissing another guy, but as I feel his strength encircle me I feel myself let go and just fall into his embrace.

After what seems like an hour he breaks the kiss and asks if I can help him release some stress. I give him a quizzical look, but he merely places his hands on my shoulders and gently pushes down. It then dawns on me what he is talking about and before I know it I am kneeling before him and am staring right at his bulge.

I continue to stare and hear him tell me that it’s okay, and that Renee won’t mind. In a daze I reach up and begin to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans, as I slide them down his legs his bulge becomes even more pronounced and I can’t help but lick my lips. He sees this and says, “let me help you” and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and slides them down his legs.

I am now staring at a rather large penis. One that is not only standing erect but also leaking pre-cum. Again, I unconsciously lick my lips and I hear Jim to tell me to kiss it. As I reach my nail covered hand to hold it I lean in and give the tip a brief kiss. I pull back and a drop of pre-cum creates a string that connects my lips to his dick.

As if I am having an out of body experience I watch myself lean forward and lick the tip of his cock and swirl his pre-cum around on my lips. As I hear him moan my inner woman takes over and I take the tip of his cock into my mouth and begin to lick it and I stroke his shaft with my hand.

I take more and more of him into my mouth and feel him reach down with his hands and help me along. As my nose touches his stomach, I kneel there and hold his cock in my mouth and throat and savor the feeling. I then begin to slide back and forth on his hard-on while I tease the underside of his balls with my nails. It isn’t long before I begin to feel his member swell and as he releases his load, he holds my head in place so that it shoots down my throat. Half way through he pulls out a little and allows my mouth to fill with his hot, salty load.

I realize a little too late what he is doing and before I can swallow my mouthful, some of it escapes my lips and oozes down my chin. He finally subsides and as he removes his semi hard cock from my mouth he thanks me for a wonderful blow job. I hear the back door open and quickly stand up and start to smooth my skirt when out walks Renee with Sandy behind her with a tray of drinks.

Renee comes right up to me and wipes Jim’s cum off my chin and sticks her finger in my mouth and whispers to me that I should try to clean myself up in the future. Blushing I turn from her and go to sit down, I expect Sandy to sit next to me but Renee does instead.

As we sit sipping out drinks I notice Jim is now putting the moves on Sandy and am about to say something when I feel Renee’s hand slide up my leg and begin to stroke it. Maybe it’s because I just gave another guy a blow job, maybe it’s because of all the wine and maybe it’s because I am really starting to explore my own sexuality, but I just sit there and look at Renee.

Upon seeing my accepting look in my eyes, she leans in and begins kissing me. I don’t hesitate at all this time and passionately Canlı Bahis Sitesi kiss her back. The feeling of our lipstick covered lips sliding around feels delicious. As we separate I glance over and see Jim and Sandy going at it hot and heavy.

They are kissing, with Jim feeling Sandy up and Sandy rubbing his crotch trying to revive his monster. As Jim pinches her nipple, Sandy moans and my cock actually twitches. Renee then stands up, pulls me with her and leads me back inside to our guest bedroom. As we enter, she turns around to face me and while we are kissing, begins to remove first my top and then hers. As I look down I can see that her bra has slits where her very erect nipples are poking through.

I quickly lean down and begin to flick my tongue over them causing her to pull my head to her chest and moan. After several minutes of this she puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me down. As I hike up her skirt I am suddenly hit in the face by a strap on dildo.

For the second time tonight there I am, on my knees, face to face with a cock. As I pause to get my bearings, Renee tells me that she knows I’m good at sucking cock because she and Sandy could hear Jim’s moans earlier. She tells me to get her ‘cock’ nice and wet because she is going to use it. What she says sinks in and I begin to lick and suck on her phallus trying to make it as wet as possible.

After five minutes or so she tells me to get on all fours on the bed. Once there, she rucks my skirt up around my waist, grabs my butt plug and gives it a tug, smoothly removing it. The feeling of emptiness of not being filled is short lived as Renee quickly slides her strap on in my ass.

Soon her hose covered thighs rub against mine and she merely stands there and rocks back and forth so I can feel the entire cock up my ass. As I let out a low moan, I find myself pushing back as if to get more inside of me. Just as I am enjoying the feeling of her strap on inside of me she begins to withdraw it slowly, but then slams it all the way back in quickly.

After several of these she sets up a rhythm and is earnestly fucking me. The feeling is incredible and before I know what is happening I am erupting all over the bedspread and Renee is collapsing on top of me. As she unbuckles the strap on, leaving it inside of me, she crawls onto the bed and feeds me my cum. She looks at me and knows I have been broken and can’t wait to tell Sandy all about it.

Meanwhile Sandy and Jim are getting busy themselves. After we left, Sandy stood and unbuttoned her dress letting it drop to the deck. She is standing there in a matching, lacy demi cup bra and garter belt with no panties. Jim wastes no time sliding a finger inside her while he leans in and takes one of her nipples between his teeth. He pulls on her nipple and strokes her love button, while Sandy starts to hump his hand.

Figuring she is ready Jim stands up, bends her over, drops his pants and underwear and prepares to mount her. He places the head of his cock at her very hot and very hungry opening and teases her by holding back. It’s not until she is furiously wiggling, trying to impale herself on him that he fills her completely.

As he pulls her onto his cock, she lets out a loud moan. He then proceeds to slowly fuck her causing her to have multiple orgasms. When she thinks she can’t take anymore he picks up the pace and before long is pumping his cum deep inside of her. Just as he softens and slides out of her, Renee appears and asks if he is ready to go home.

Sandy still spent from her fucking by Jim is still bent over. Jim leans down, gives her a kiss and tells her that he would love to do that again. Renee also leans down and gives her a kiss and whispers that she broke me.

Sandy stands up and comes into the guest bedroom where I am still laying on the bed. As she climbs on, she straddles my face and tells me to clean her up. I am still in a daze from being taken by Renee and just start licking her well used pussy.

She starts to flex her Kegel muscles and forces Jim’s load into my mouth. As I wonder about the new taste she explains that things are definitely going to change around here. To begin with, I am to move all of my female items into the guest bedroom as that is where I will be staying from now on and that I had better get used to tonight’s activities because there is going to be a whole lot more of that.

Chapter 2 – The Next Day

The next day as I slowly wake, all of last night’s activities come flooding back to me. As I lay there in our spare bedroom I realize in a very short time I went from a frequent crossdresser to a cuckold sissy. Sandy walks in and tells me to get up, get cleaned up and that she has laid out my outfit for the day. As I throw back the covers Sandy sees Renee’s strap on laying on the bed and tells me to make sure I clean my toys after I play with them.

Embarrassed I take the strap on with me and head to the bathroom. As I strip off my clothes Sandy walks in and tells me to step in the bathtub. Once there she begins to apply a foul smelling cream all over my body from the neck down, to include my balls and ass crack. I know that this was some sort of depilation, but that didn’t cause it to burn any less.

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You touch my shoulder and I turn to look up at You smiling. The look in Your eyes stops me in my tracks, smile fading, eyes instantly lowering. Silently, You stand and take my hand, pulling me with You.

“Master….” I start to ask, but I feel a finger on my lips quieting me and I know, there will be no talking tonight. I follow You closely up the stairs to the bedroom. You turn to me and look down into my eyes, leaning in and whispering, “Close your eyes sweet girl and keep them closed.” I nod my head and let my eyes flutter closed, placing myself in Your hands, knowing You’ll keep me safe.

You lead me into the bedroom and sit me down on the edge of the bed leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips, whispering to me “Just breathe and relax lil girl, let Me take care of You tonight.”

I purr softly and nod my head, trying to relax into whatever it is You want from me. A blush rises over my cheeks as I realize that all Your attention is focused on me and I squirm a bit in my seat. Suddenly I feel Your hand in my hair, grasping tightly and pulling my face up to Yours. You kiss me deeply and thoroughly, tongue slipping into my mouth playing out what I know is to come later.

You pull my head closer and kiss me deeper, slowly breathing through the kiss and gently sucking the breath from me. I gasp and lay my head back in Your hand letting You breathe for me, giving over even that most basic necessity for Your pleasure.

You pull back and I feel myself falling forward into You loosing my balance. I hear You chuckle and feel Your hands on my waist, steadying me. I shiver as the cold air hits my chest, my shirt whisked off before I even have a chance to notice. You lay me back on the bed, hand behind my shoulders and kiss me deeply again sliding my pj’s down and off so I am lying completely naked before You.

I hear You suck in Your breath as You look me over and I squirm a little, feeling the heat of Your eyes traveling over my naked flesh. You lean in and kiss me again, one arm under my knees the other under my back lifting me into the center of the bed.

I take a deep breath, suddenly jojobet alone in the middle of the bed, struggling to keep my eyes closed. My head turns to the left as I hear a match striking and being lit, the acrid scent of the smoke filling my nose. I can hear You shuffling and my head follows You around the bed, trying to figure out what’s going on, knowing I won’t have to wait long. My body starts to shiver with anticipation and I feel Your hand on my shoulder, reassuring me.

“Be still sweet girl,” You tell me, “I don’t want to have to tie You down. I want You to be a good girl for me.”

I whimper and nod my head in silent agreement, willing my body to stop shaking and trying to hold myself still in mental bondage to You.

Without warning I suddenly feel a warm drop land on my skin just between my breasts followed by another and then a third. The hot wax splashes a little, leaving warm trails across my flesh. You bring the candle a little closer and the heat intensifies. Each drop sending little waves of heat and a slight sting through my body.

I feel the wax traveling towards my right nipple, heat starting to sear my skin a bit as it inches closer and closer to the hardened bud. Just as the wax reaches the tip of my nipple I gasp and uncontrollably shudder as my left nipple is suddenly freezing, covered with ice. My body shakes, torn between the two sensations, mind reeling trying to process it all.

You continue to cover my right nipple in a thick hot layer of wax while the ice melts on my left, freezing cold water running down my breast and over my belly. I moan loudly and You chuckle, I can almost see the smirk on Your lips though my eyes remain closed.

You shift Your weight and the two trails start to move together down my body, down over my breasts and criss crossing over my stomach. My body is slowly winning it’s war against my mind and i’m struggling to stay still, the intense sensations You’re creating threaten to push me over the edge. I moan loudly as the wax hits my mound, the heat making my body pulse. The ice lands there to meet it and once again the dichotomy of jojobet Giriş sensations makes me squirm.

I feel You move between my legs and the wax gets closer to my clit, sending waves of intense heat into me. You lay down and lean on my thighs to hold me still, not even giving me a second to figure out what You’re up to. At first I barely feel the cold of the ice cube being slipped inside me, I can only feel its shape as it pushes in deep, but that quickly changes. I lift my hips against You gasping and moaning deeply as i’m filled with a second freezing cold ice cube.

“Hold them there lil girl, I don’t want them slipping out,” You say to me sliding Your fingers out. I nod and whimper, squeezing my muscles gently to keep the ice cubes in place. At that same moment You inch the candle closer to me wax getting even hotter on my mound, dripping hot trails onto my clit en-casing it in a wax cocoon. I squirm and groan, the heat almost too intense and You push down harder, holding me there making me take it.

I can feel the ice melting and the cold water spilling out of me mixing with the hot wax covering the outside of my pussy and my head spins sending me floating off into subspace.

You blow out the candle and lean in to kiss me deeply, Your arms wrapping around me, picking me up and settling me in Your lap facing You. Pulling me close I feel Your skin warm against mine heating the cool spots and soothing the hot spots and I moan softly into the kiss. Your hands travel up my back and dig into my hair, pulling me closer to You for another deep consuming kiss.

I wrap my legs around You trying to get closer. Pussy aching and throbbing with need I grind my hips against You feeling You press back just as aroused as I am. Your lips travel down to kiss my neck and You whisper in my ear “Open your eyes little girl, I want to see the look in them as I take you hard.”

My eyes flutter open and I blink a few times to get adjusted to the light. Looking up I see You staring down intently and I know that within a matter of seconds You will be buried deep inside me, once again claiming me jojobet Güncel Giriş as Your own. I wrap my arms and legs around You tightly and feel Your hands lifting my ass a bit, Your cock just resting against the opening of my pussy. I whimper and squirm trying to get You inside me anyway that I can.

“Is there something you want little girl?” You ask me.

Blushing I look up into Your eyes, “Yes Master……pleeease,” I beg.

“Please what girl?” You ask me, smirking.

“Pleeeeeease Master, please fuck me….i need You inside me”

You smile at me and without saying a word push Yourself deep into me with one thrust. I moan loudly and buck against You. You’re hot inside me in sharp contrast with the freezing cold of the last bit of the ice still hidden there. The cold has made me very tight and it feels like You’re splitting me open.

You hold my hips firmly down against Yours looking into my eyes. Feeling me so close to the edge You hold perfectly still, not letting me move an inch, just keeping Yourself deep inside me. Leaning in close You whisper to me in a soft encouraging voice, “Wait pet, hold on….not yet….wait for Master, be a good girl for me,” and then a little harsher, “don’t you dare cum yet.”

I moan loudly and nod my head, breathing deep and doing my best to obey. You start to move and the twitching of Your cock inside me is nearly my undoing. You fuck me deep and slow at first melting the last of the ice inside me and I can feel the cold water rushing out of me as You push back in deep. I wrap my legs around You tighter thrusting back, starting to pick up the pace a little bit.

You feel me grinding against You and hold my hips tight, controlling the pace, making me wait. I suddenly feel one of Your hands between us, flicking at the wax covering my clit and I moan loudly pushing hard against You.

You look down into my eyes watching for that moment, still peeling the wax from my pussy, rubbing a little harder on my clit. I squirm and whimper on Your cock, breathing deep to try and control my response to You. You start to fuck me a little faster, nails digging into my hips as You grab me firmly.

I moan louder and look up into Your eyes begging for release. Your cock twitches as You see the look in my eyes and know that i’m close. You growl and lean in close, nipping at my neck. “Cum for me sweet girl, now.”

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Finding Mistress Arlene

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older.

For additional background on the characters in this story, read “The Diary of Mistress X” and “The Education of Cassie.” Cassie’s adventure continues.

“Runnin’ Down a Dream,” was playing on a local classic rock radio station, blaring from the dash mounted speakers. I was drumming my fingers on my leg while I steered my trusty ten year old Honda Civic with my elbow on the open window sill. I could see the sun drenched Gulf of Mexico to my left and could feel the warm, heavy sea air pouring through the open window. Tom Petty was singing my road anthem. I was singing with him — maybe howling. I was going home to New Orleans. Life was good.

I’d just spent a memorable week in Florida, tracking down and then staying with Gwen Bouchaine, a famous Domme in New Orleans, known as “Mistress X,” who had retired to an estate in Longboat Key along with her companion Rita and her submissive Soo. Although we professed our love for each other, I couldn’t pry myself away from my longtime home in New Orleans, so I bid Gwen and her entourage a conditional goodbye. I learned so much about domination and submission in such a short time, but it was just a taste of a lifestyle that felt so right for me. I was planning on finding her protégé, Arlene Devereaux, a woman I had met by chance a few months ago, with the hope that she could greatly expand my superficial understanding of their world. Only then could I make a decision on the arc of my life, whether to remain in New Orleans, or head to Longboat Key to be with Gwen.

As a souvenir of my visit, and a reminder of my submission to Gwen, I had around my neck a well-worn (and well-loved) leather collar bearing the initials “A.D.”, formerly worn by the very same Arlene when she was a submissive to Gwen. I didn’t even notice the collar around my neck any more. I fingered the rolled leather with one hand while I gripped the steering wheel with the other. Gwen … Gwen … even the collar gave off her scent — the scent of fresh cut roses, the smell evoking the image of the morning dew still clinging to their petals.

A car horn sounded as I drifted out of my lane, lost in my reverie. It snapped me back into the present, cruising down the palm tree lined boulevard. In a fit of delayed guilt, I decided to dial up the manager I reported to at my real job back in the Big Easy. I had to act contrite. I was an accountant when I had to be, and having missed a week during the busy season, I was sure I was in the dog house.

My manager answered on the first ring. “Cassie … are you alive?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Very funny Oscar. You know I had a week of PTO left.” I spoke the truth, hopeful that my faux pas would receive absolution.

“Yeah, but nobody takes a week of PTO during busy season, especially on short notice.” He spoke a greater truth, one that portended a bad ending. A shiver went up my spine. My mind was whirling. I was pinned … and without cover. There was nothing left but a sincere apology.

“Look Oscar, I’m sorry. But I chased down a great story in Florida. I think it’s even better than my homeless article.”

I was really a frustrated journalist at heart, and my last article on a homeless encampment in a blighted section of New Orleans had won a number of local awards. I was pretty sure the latest story I was working on would be on the front page of the New Orleans Intelligencer, an underground newspaper that was going to be my springboard to the New York Times. However, Oscar wasn’t the forgiving type, and wasn’t impressed by my good fortune. Not after he had to pull a couple all-nighters in a row to finish the audit that was given to me to manage.

The tone of his voice turned hostile. “Fuck your article, Cassie. We had to hire a couple temps to make up the hours we lost from your untimely, and quite frankly unappreciated, vacation.”

That wasn’t good. Maybe my job wasn’t waiting for me. I was walking on eggshells and had to choose my words carefully.

“Look, I’m sorry. I can be in tomorrow. I’m in Sarasota right now but I should be back in New Orleans early in the morning.”

There was silence. I turned down the radio, rolled up my window and turned on the balky A/C. “Oscar?”

More silence. The kind of silence that precedes the proverbial ax falling.

“Yeah Cassie. I’ve got bad news for you.”

Shit.

“We’ve already posted for your position. We’ll mail you your severance check. You can pick up your stuff anytime you want. It’s in a box with security.”

There was silence again Betturkey … stunned silence on my end.

“You’ve already cleaned out my office?” The motherfucker. My temples were pounding.

“We needed your office.” There was no contrition in his voice. None. I could sense I was already dead to him.

“Fuck you Oscar.” Me the literary whiz. I was livid. It was the best I could come up with at the time.

“I never liked you Cassie.” He hung up the phone.

That went well.

* * *

My conversation with Oscar put a damper on my sing along — actually it put me in a right foul mood. I travelled the next hundred miles in silence, stewing over the loss of my only steady paycheck and my stupidity in not talking to Oscar before I took off. I started to question myself, really question myself. What the fuck was I doing? Was I really ready to run from the vanilla world that was my whole existence until I met Gwen? I was already thinking about getting my affairs in order and moving in with her. Was I running ahead of myself here? Had I l thrown away the years spent building a life in New Orleans for an aging Domme in Florida?

I felt like I was running before I was walking, and a little introspection was now in order before I fucked up my entire life. What about my parents, what would I tell them? They were conservative Midwesterners — living all their lives in the football enclave of Green Bay, Wisconsin. I’m not sure they had ever heard the initials BDSM, let alone knew what it meant, and would be horrified to know that I was about to walk away from the life I had so carefully built to become part of it.

Of course, when you least want it, you get it. As I was mulling my future my phone rang. I looked away from the road for a moment to see who it was. Shit … it was my mother. She had already called four times while I was at Gwen’s, and I was pretty sure if I didn’t answer she would have called the missing persons bureau and then the morgue. I steeled myself and hit “answer.”

“Mom!” I faked that I was feeling upbeat, and oblivious to the fact that she had been calling me for a week.

“Oh my God, Cassandra. Are you OK?” she asked breathlessly, as if she had just finished a door-to-door search for me.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine.” I moved to fake indifference. I didn’t think she was buying that either.

“I’ve been calling for a week …”

“I’ve been working on a story.”

“Story … smory … does that mean you don’t have five minutes to talk to your mother?”

“It was very private where I was … I didn’t have my cell phone with me.” That was the truth. It was difficult to carry a cell phone when you were naked and getting whipped.

“What are you … some sort of undercover spy?”

“No. But I am working as a reporter and I need to protect the confidentiality of my source.” It sounded kind of official like. My mom didn’t buy that bullshit either.

“OK … I get it … you’re not going to tell me. You call me when you’re going to tell me.”

I heard a click. “Mom? … Mom?” She hung up on me. That was the first time ever. Now on top of being unemployed, I was in deep shit with my mother.

* * *

The miles rolled by as I lamented my darkened future. I was almost to Tallahassee when I spotted the exit for the donut shop I hit on the way down. I needed a sugar fix and a cup of coffee worse than you could have imagined, my mother’s phone call, and Oscar’s, still leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I pulled off the freeway and entered the parking lot, where I was the lone car in a sea of asphalt. I walked into the well lit shop and spotted the same young kid who waited on me on my drive down from New Orleans.

“Hey, how you doing?” I said, giving him a small wave.

He looked at me as if he didn’t recognize me. I was somewhat surprised, given it was less than a week ago.

I walked towards the counter so I was only a few feet from him. “I came by last week. Got the chocolate old fashioned. We chatted for a bit.” I was looking for the spark of familiarity.

His eyes finally lit up. “Right … right … Cassie is it?”

“Yes … that’s me.”

“Sorry . . . I didn’t recognize you.”

That was an unusual thing to say. Had I changed? Did I act or look different? Had my stay with Gwen changed me that much? I went to the restroom, and as I was washing my hands I stared into the mirror. I saw a brunette with a pleasing face, but something had changed. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it but I was definitely giving off a different vibe. Strange …

I ended up staying there for a half hour, drinking two cups of coffee and eating two donuts. I talked with the kid most of the time, found out it was his ambition to play in a blues band in New Orleans. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was thinking of moving out of there and to Longboat Key.

Back on the road, it started to transition from daytime to dusk, and the coffee and the sugar Betturkey Giriş from the donuts kept me going well into the night. I continued to obsess over the unexpected interaction with the clerk. Did my exploration with Gwen of my submissive side leak over to the vanilla world? Would my friends and family also see me in a different light? Had I really changed?

Driving gives you time for introspection, and the endless miles through the Florida panhandle gave me plenty of it to reflect on what I really wanted. I had learned about the existence of the world of domination and submission not more than a few months ago, yet it was now continually on the forefront on my mind. Gwen had shown me that my place was in that world, and perhaps with her, and my natural curiosity made me want to see more, to know everything that world had to offer me. I wanted to experience it, to feel it in the moment. I started to think about Arlene. She was in New Orleans. She was a student of Gwen’s. From the one time that I visited her house with Franny, I could see that she was an experienced Domme. Could she fill the voids in my psyche I so desperately wanted to complete?

My attention went back to the road as I entered the outskirts of New Orleans and saw before me a river of red brake lights. There was a construction zone a few miles ahead, and traffic had come to a virtual standstill. As my car slowed to a crawl the temperature gauge crept into the red zone, there was a death groan, and then silence as my dying car rolled to a stop on the shoulder. I think I said “fuck” about ten times and then pounded the steering wheel with my fists.

Just what I needed.

Bad luck for me. I didn’t pay for a road service contract because I didn’t have the money. Now I was in a bind. A tow truck would cost me at least a couple hundred bucks that I didn’t have. I had only one logical option. I called Gemma. Gemma Jackson, woman extraordinaire. She would take my call. She was the savior for many a starving artist, writer or poet in New Orleans. I had a chance meeting with her at a bar a few years back and somehow I made her list. Maybe it was for the collection of short stories I wrote and shared with her. I hit her mobile number.

“Hello?” A woman with a raspy voice answered … Gemma’s trademark.

“Gemma.” I waited for her to remember me.

“Cassie … baby, what can I do for you? Her voice was hurried, like she was someplace where she didn’t want to be interrupted.

“I’m stuck.” I explained my present situation. She listened without interrupting, waiting until I finished.

“I’ll send my driver Earl.” The line went dead. That was Gemma. We were done talking so she hung up.

I went back to my car and got in, locking the doors. It was strange sitting in the car, silent, but being bombarded with the noise of the nearby traffic. It was hard to concentrate but I wanted to remember every detail of my time in Florida, even the embarrassing parts. When would I again stumble on a woman like Gwen who could control your every waking moment, yet exercise such compassion and sensitivity to your needs? Everything I thought was true about my sexuality was called into question in those wondrous five and a half days. I was a submissive. That much was certain. I had never felt more in control of myself than when I surrendered that control to Gwen … or as she was known in New Orleans many years ago … Mistress X. She had showed me my true self, and in the process I think I had fallen in love with her.

My mind started drifting away, the traffic noise fading to a background beat, when I was startled by someone banging their knuckles on the front passenger window. I unlocked the doors and a man in a well-tailored black chauffeur’s uniform got in and sat in the passenger seat, pulling the door closed behind him.

“Earl, Gemma sent me.” He extended his black gloved covered hand to me.

I shook it. “Cassie,” I said, holding his hand firmly. I remembered seeing him before.

Earl was the prototypical chauffeur, about fifty, dark hair but greying at the temples, thin and fit. “How can I be of service to you Miss Cassie?”

No one had called me Miss Cassie since I was seven years old. I was charmed, though, at his old world manners. I gave him my address. He came around to my side of the car to open the door for me. When I got out he held out his hand. I fished through my purse for the key and gave it to him. His car was parked behind mine, a large shiny black sedan, a car I wasn’t familiar with.

“Earl, what kind of car is this?” I asked as he opened the back door to an opulent interior.

“It’s a Maybach miss. It’s a luxury brand for Mercedes-Benz.”

I sat on the calfskin seat. I ran my hands across the glove soft leather. The back seat had more than double the legroom of my Honda, and there was a plexiglass partition between the front and back seats. There was a control underneath the panel to allow me to darken it.

“It’s Betturkey Güncel Giriş beautiful,” I said with admiration in my voice.

“Thank you Miss. Enjoy the ride to your house.” He closed the door. It shut with the reassuring thud. I saw him open my trunk and transfer my bags to his trunk.

It felt like I was floating on a cloud as he wove effortlessly though traffic. When we got near my house I rolled down the heavily tinted window. A late afternoon shower left the air heavy and steamy. We drove through the Lower Ninth Ward, a neighborhood that was hit hard by Hurricane Katrina. There were still plenty of vacant lots and houses with blue tarps on their roofs in this heavily scarred area. It made my heart sink after experiencing the pristine beauty of Gwen’s mansion in Longboat Key. Gemma’s Maybach would have fit right in with the mixture of Porsches, Audis, and the occasional Ferrari or Lamborghini. However here, the Maybach looked completely out of place in a neighborhood populated with second hand cars and RV’s parked on the lawns.

We turned onto my street and my house came into view. I shared the house with four others, a modest clapboard house with faded and peeling white paint. It was raised six feet above ground level, and sandbags around the house had prevented a total loss from Katrina’s storm surge. The car pulled over and parked. The right side passenger door was opened by Earl, who extended a hand to help me out.

“We’ve arrived Miss.”

“Thank you, Earl,” I said with true gratitude.

“You’re most welcome Miss. I took the liberty of calling a tow service. I’ll leave to meet them as soon as you’re safely in your house.” He carried my bags to the front door and then handed me his business card with his mobile number on it.

Thanks to Gemma, Earl had rescued me. I was happy to see my house again. I pushed opened the front door and carried my bags inside. I was greeted by my cat Horatio and the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. My roommate Mira must have been busy in the kitchen.

I received a text from Earl moments later. “Madame wants to see you tomorrow at noon. Shall I pick you up at 11 a.m. at this address?”

I texted back in the affirmative. Gemma, tomorrow. I had to get my head on straight. Gemma was a legend in New Orleans. Every Sunday, between 8 a.m. and noon, she would hold court in the patio of Café du Monde. I met her one Sunday about ten years ago, when I had just turned twenty-one. I was at the Café with a couple of friends for breakfast, and saw her in deep conversation with two people at her table. As I rose up to leave, I saw her gesturing to me to come over. I introduced myself, and before long I told my friends to go on without me and spent the rest of the morning talking with her.

We’d been friends ever since, and Gemma was as good a friend as one can hope for — honest to your face (she was never hesitant to express an opinion, sometimes unsolicited) and generous to the point of embarrassment. My SOS call to Gemma was not treated as an annoyance by her. Since she was a fashion maven, I hoped I had something decent to wear.

I went through my dated wardrobe. I either had boring work clothes or casual clothes that weren’t good enough for an audience with Gemma. I went through my work clothes, which were the most presentable, and picked out a simple blouse, A-line skirt and wedge heels. I was ready, or so I thought.

* * *

I spent the morning polishing the article I’d written about Gwen and my time with her, Rita and Soo. I lost track of time while editing it, and when I finally unglued my eyes from my laptop I realized that Earl was going to be picking me up in less than a half hour. I hustled, taking a shower and grabbing something to eat, and then getting dressed with five minutes to spare. Promptly at 11, I saw Earl’s car pull up to the curb.

Gemma lived in the Garden District, with a high wall surrounding the five acre property. The main house was an antebellum estate with stately white columns. Earl pressed the remote control button on the visor and pulled through the massive wrought iron gates to a crushed marble driveway. Strands of Spanish moss hung from old oak trees lining the long driveway, their branches intertwined to form a living canopy. Pulling up to the house, I saw substantial white square pillars holding up a second floor balcony and a large carriage light hanging from the roof of the portico protecting the front entranceway to the house. The front door was a massive piece of wood with intricate carvings flanked by forest green shutters. Earl went around to the rear passenger door and opened it for me.

“Welcome to Belle Terre.” He touched the bill of his cap. “It was built in the 1830’s. It means beautiful land, and was built and named by a man who made his fortune in sugar.”

“It’s as lovely as its name.” I looked back at the sweeping lush lawn surrounding the grand residence.

Earl ushered me into the house and to the living room. I plopped down in a white leather mid-century modern chair, reclining in a position that made me wonder if I was going to be able to get up.

“Gemma will be having a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Would you like to join her?”

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Hey everyone, it’s me again. I hope you enjoy my newest series. It’s a standalone, but I would strongly suggest reading His Kitten Again first, if you haven’t already, as it will all make a LOT more sense if you do. Emma and Alex are back, and they’ll be part of the story from time to time, but the main focus here will be John and his life.

With that little blip, please read on, and please please please leave me a comment on the bottom. I adore each and every one of them, and I read through all of them! 😉 They all make my day brighter, even the ones with criticism.

Enjoy Ch 01 of Finally Mine.

~shysubmissivegirl~

Chapter One

~ Breena~

It was like those scenes in the movies. We’ve all seen it. Where there’s sheer chaos going around, but the main character is sitting there, staring off into the distance? That’s what I felt like.

The bars on my cage obstructed my view slightly, but they did nothing for my hearing. Every noise was loud and clear. The bangs, the screams, the sounds of heavy footsteps charging around in a prolonged struggle.

I didn’t understand why it was so noisy. Yes, Master occasionally got into fights with guests. But nothing ever seemed to get this out of hand. Maybe they were all incredibly drunk. Master got reckless when he was drunk. He was always more violent. And, as he never backed down from anything, he would be sure to engage in a fight.

Having given myself an explanation, I decided to not stress about it that much. There was a reason it was happening, and even though I might be punished, I could rest assured knowing that I hadn’t done anything to deserve a punishment. That knowledge is what kept me going most days.

I knew I should be scared. I think I felt scared, especially of my Master. But it was a deeper kind of fear, not the shockingly brilliant kind I should have been feeling. Perhaps, after everything he’d done to me, I just couldn’t feel that kind of scared anymore. I knew that I would be hurt, and I knew there was nothing I could ever do about it. There wasn’t much of a point of being scared when I would never be able to escape it.

It was a shame that he’d taken even my emotions from me. Everything that I was made up of, he’d destroyed and rebuilt to his liking.

Just because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I sighed, and leaned my head against one of the bars on my cage. I’d been stupid and naïve, and he’d exploited it. A part of me knew that I deserved what I got. I’d been lonely, which had made me reckless. Really, I should be grateful to him for forcing me to be more cautious. I knew I’d never make this mistake again.

Hopefully one day I’d have the chance to come back from it, even in a small way. Once this whole situation was over, maybe they’d let me go. I could get a cat, a job in a small coffee shop, and pretend like this had never happened.

The sounds gradually began to quiet. The footsteps became softer and more cautious instead of aggressive and challenging. The voices were lower and less threatening.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps making their way down the stairs. I flinched, huddling into the back corner of my cage. The only reason my Master came down here anymore was to hurt me. No matter what I did, he just whipped me or caned me until I was unconscious. It always got worse when he was drunk, and based on the noises I’d just heard, he was far from sober. I didn’t want to face his wrath, and cowering usually calmed down his rage slightly. It empowered him, especially when he was too far gone to realize that it meant I was disobeying him.

Having spent so much time as his, I knew these things.

The door at the base of the stairs slowly pushed open. I closed my eyes tightly, my hear racing in anticipation. “Please Sir…” I whispered to myself. Somehow, saying the words reassured me slightly. As though begging might make him ease up on me slightly. Sometimes it did. At the very least, I knew I was doing my best to try and calm him.

“Ryan, you need to get down here now!” I heard a panicked voice call up the stairs. It wasn’t the voice of my master, and it confused me a great deal. Who else would be down here?

Cautiously, I peeked up from where I’d hidden my face in the corner of the cage. The form of a thin, tall man stood in the shadows. The light was too dim for me to make out anything specific about him. He was mostly turned towards the top of the stairs, so his face was even more hidden from me.

My heart fluttered slightly with nerves when he turned my way, and I tried to scramble back even further. I didn’t know who he was, or what he was going to do to me. The way he’d been calling to his friend was unnerving. If Master had just gotten into a fight, then why would this man be down here now? Was it possible that Master had lost?

The thought made my blood run cold. If Master lost, then surely these men would have to be even more violent and aggressive than he was. My mind raced, trying Betturkey to escape the horrible reality that I was entirely at their mercy. Yes, Master was a terribly cruel man, but I’d been with him long enough to be able to predict his actions. These men were unknown, and that made them so much more dangerous.

A second set of footsteps was making their way down the stairs. I forced my eyes shut again, whimpering softly to myself. I didn’t know who these men were, or what they wanted to do with me. The thought was perhaps the most terrifying thing I could imagine.

I wondered what these men in particular would want. Maybe they had a certain fetish, or perhaps they just enjoyed watching me cry. Each man usually had a kink, whether they admitted it or not. Most men that borrowed me from Master enjoyed experimenting to find out what they liked and didn’t like. That usually involved doing a variety of terrible, humiliating things to me.

The worst part was that I knew Master had the cage room constantly on surveillance. There were seven different cameras, so he could watch everything that happened again and again… He enjoyed things like that. He told me about a few of his previous girls that he’d recorded, and how they’d remained oblivious the whole time. I didn’t like the idea, but it didn’t matter to him. He loved being able to re-watch my actions in here when he tormented me.

I shuddered at the thought of him watching me. I hated the idea. But I knew he’d love watching these two men torture me in their own sick and twisted ways. Even though he’d lost a fight to them, he still loved anything that involved tormenting me. I would need to endure everything they did to me as well as I could, otherwise he would punish me for my shortcomings. Over and over again.

I shook out of my thoughts, and tried to focus. I’d need to pay attention if I wanted to get through this intact. The second man had reached the base of the stairs, and he turned towards me. I let out a little whimper as I heard him murmur, “Oh dear god…”

The footsteps raced towards me, then slowed. “James, go get something to cut this lock. We need to get her out of here!” I heard the second man whisper urgently.

That piqued my interest.

I tried to sit up a bit more, instead of cowering the corner. These two men were obviously different from what I’d been expecting. I still wasn’t sure if I’d heard right.

The second man—Ryan, I think that was his name—approached me. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I promise. We’re not going to hurt you. James and I—we’re with the local police department.”

In the dim light, I couldn’t see what he was wearing to verify that or not. Chances were I wouldn’t be able to tell either way. He could be wearing a costume, or a borrowed uniform. And just because they were on the police force didn’t mean they were good people. I’d served more than a couple cops who enjoyed hearing me scream.

The memory made me shiver. “Please, I promise, we’re going to get you out,” Ryan continued. He sounded genuine, and I wanted to believe him. It would be so nice to think that I would be getting out of here and going back to some semblance of a normal life. I doubted that was really the case, but it was nice to imagine.

James pounded his way down the stairs a second time. He hurried into the room, a large object clutched in his hands. I didn’t know what it was, and instinctively, I backed into the corner of the cage. It was probably some torture device that he was going to use on me.

“Damnit,” I heard one of them mutter. There was lots of clanking, metal against metal, and then a large pop. I didn’t want to look, but my curiosity got the better of me. Turning my head carefully, I saw my cage door swing open.

Ryan hunched over, as though he was going to come in. That never happened. Every Master demanded that I came out to them. This pair confused me more than anyone else ever had. I couldn’t tell if they were genuine, or if they were simply trying to gain my trust.

Ryan finally squatted down enough to be able to enter the cage. He crawled over to me, and I forced myself even deeper into the corner. Somewhere in my mind I knew that it wouldn’t do anything, but that part of my brain wasn’t exactly functioning at this point.

A hand reached out and gently wrapped around my arm. “Please, just let me get you out of here. This can’t be sanitary. We need to get you to the hospital, and get you checked out.”

My mind was racing, and all I could do was blink up at this strange man. Was this real? Was I dreaming? I wanted to pinch myself, but I don’t think I could have managed even that small feat right then. Everything was so overwhelming.

“Please… god I don’t even know your name. Please let me help you.” He was pleading with me, and there was genuine concern in his voice. A part of me finally clicked, and I turned to him with wide eyes. I think he realized that I was ready, as he let out a long sigh of relief.

“Thank Betturkey Giriş god.”

There was a long pause.

“Are you hurt?”

What a stupid question to ask. Of course I was hurt. I didn’t even know if I was physically—I’d have to check. Things kind of got numb after a few hours, so I could never tell if I was still hurt until the next punishment. But emotionally—emotionally I was completely drained. After experiencing the kind of things that I had for the past several months, it would be hard not to be.

I think I nodded.

I couldn’t be sure though. It was at this point that things started to get fuzzy. I remember Ryan gently picking me up and awkwardly scooting out of the cage. I remember hearing James calling someone on his phone. And I remember Ryan’s big brown eyes looking down at me, worried.

That’s the last thing that I remember. Maybe I passed out. Maybe I just tuned everything out. Either way, that’s the very last memory I have, until I woke up in a sterile white room.

Something was beeping softly, but just loud enough to be irritating. The lights were dimmed, but bright enough that I still had to blink several times in order for my eyes to get adjusted.

Once they were adjusted, I looked around the room more. There was a small table off to one side, adorned with flowers, cards, stuffed animals, balloons, and the like. I wondered who they were from. Surely things hadn’t been repaired with everyone yet. I couldn’t imagine my stern, hateful father sitting at his big writing desk, scribbling in a bright card that screamed for me to “get well soon” in a gaudy font.

A soft knock on the door brought be back to reality. A gentle-looing older woman entered, wearing colorful scrubs. She had short brown hair, and she reached up to tuck a lock behind her ear. “Hi sweetie. We’re all so glad that you’re awake now. You’ve been asleep for an awful long time.” She paused her speech and washed her hands carefully, then slipped on some latex gloves. “Now, I know you just woke up, but I need to check you out a bit. Alright?”

I froze. “Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. That was probably insensitive of me. I just need to look at the cuts on your bottom. Would you like to be sedated some more, so you don’t have to be awake while we do it?” Her voice dripped sweetness, and I instantly felt sorry. She was just doing her job. It would be a lot easier if I just let her do it.

“Do I need to flip onto my stomach?” My throat felt unnaturally rough, and I coughed a few times. I knew it was like this because I hadn’t used it for so long. When I was at Masters I wasn’t permitted to speak unless they specifically requested for me to do so. I didn’t think I’d spoken in more than three months.

The nurse let me calm down a bit before speaking. “It would be easier if you could, yes. Just be careful not to pull any cords.”

I carefully maneuvered onto my stomach, a hollow feeling settling deep inside of me. I felt disgusted with myself. The nurse was gentle but thorough in her inspection. She applied some sort of cold gel all over the cheeks, and then winced. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’m about to get a bit more personal. There’s a few cut that are a bit more on the inside that I need to reach. I promise to be quick.”

Just a few tears trickled down my cheek as she quickly reached inside and rubbed some of the gel all around. Finally, she announced, “Okay, hon, all finished. Sorry about that. Let’s flip you back over. The gel sort of numbs the area as well as working to heal the cuts, so you shouldn’t feel too much pain.”

“If you need anything, just press this button, right here.” She pointed to a red button on a remote that was attached to my bed. “You can watch TV if you want to, or you can just relax. We’re going to try and keep things as un-chaotic as possible for you for as long as we can. But don’t expect peace for too long. The cops want to come and talk to you, news reporters want to talk to you, and well… everyone wants to know what happened to you.”

The nurse blushed and so did I. I didn’t realize that I was this “big deal.” I honestly didn’t want to be a big deal. I didn’t want people wondering what my story was. I just wanted to go back and try to live a normal life. I sighed.

That would never happen now. I should have realized that sooner. Even if no one knew what had happened, I knew. And now that everyone else did, I’d constantly be questioned about everything. I would never be able to let any of it go. This would haunt me for the rest of my life, no matter what I did. The thought was a terrible one.

I turned onto my side, signaling to the nurse that I didn’t want to talk. She quietly left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I wanted nothing more than to escape into sleep, and it seemed as though I might be able to do just that.

My mind whirred for a few last minutes before sleep overcame me, contemplating everything that was happening. So much had changed, and I Betturkey Güncel Giriş knew that my life would never be the same. From this moment onward, I was living a new life.

I simply didn’t know if I would hate it or not.

~John~

I sat across the desk, trying not to bite the inside of my lip. It was a bad habit of mine that I did whenever I was nervous. And I had every right to be nervous right now. A job interview for a prestigious counseling firm was the current cause of my nerves.

The man across from the desk was very polished. He wore a grey suit that was perfectly tailored to him. I’d seen the shine on his shoes when I first sat down. His dark brown hair was trimmed to just the right length. The stand on his desk proclaimed his name as Tyler Smith, PhD.

I felt entirely sloppy compared to him. My suit seemed itchy, and not nearly fancy enough. My shoes didn’t shine as much as his did. And I was sure his stern eyes were studying my five dollar haircut with disdain.

“Well, Mr. Leeman, would you please excuse me for a few minutes? I need to take care of some business really quickly, but I promise I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.” His firm voice demanded compliance, and I found myself nodding without even thinking.

I sat in the room, panicking for a long time. He was surely going to inform his coworkers of the buffoon who though he’d apply for the part. I could picture them all standing around in their fancy suits and shiney shoes, having a nice laugh about me.

The thought made me squirm in my seat. I didn’t want to be here any longer. I wanted this job so badly, but I’d already convinced myself that I wasn’t going to get it. Why else would Mr. Tyler Smith, PhD have left the room?

The door glided open, revealing the man himself. I instantly straightened in my seat, and went back to gnawing the inside of my lip. He sat down across from me, a small smile on his face. Yep, they’re sending you home for sure. Damnit, why did you even apply? You knew you wouldn’t get it.

“Mr. Leeman, I’ve just had a discussion about you with my coworkers.” No need to rub it in, man! “We’ve decided to offer you the job.”

I’m fairly certain my jaw dropped lower than humanly possible. It definitely would have been comical, but Mr. Tyler Smith, PhD maintained his composure. I’m not sure anyone else could have. Perhaps that’s why they made him do the interviews.

“Mr. Smith—,” I began, but I was promptly cut off.

“Please, call me Tyler.”

I nodded, still a bit in shock. “Tyler. Are you… are you quite certain that you’d like to offer me the job? I mean, there are several other candidates for this job that I’m sure are far more qualified than I am. I don’t mean any disrespect, and I’m very grateful for the offer, but…”

This time Tyler did laugh. “John, if I were you, I wouldn’t question it. But, if you must know, we all saw something in you. You’re very personable. We think you’re beyond qualified for the job, but even more than that, you have a way of making people feel comfortable. You’re the exact kind of person that we like to hire, and we’re very lucky to have found you. That’s why we’re offering you the job right now. If you’ll take it, you can start next Monday.”

I paused to mentally calculate. Today was Thursday, which meant that I would start working for them in a mere four days. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do that, seeing how I hadn’t given my two weeks’ notice at work yet.

He seemed to be able to read my mind. “Don’t worry about your two weeks’ notice. We already contacted your current employer, and he said he’d be more than happy to let you go, seeing how you were on your way to such a bright future. He sends his luck, and says that you can clean out your office tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Things seemed to be moving so fast. I could barely understand how this was all happening. Tyler seemed to understand that, and he smiled sympathetically. “If you want to, we can give you more time to think about it. I understand that this might be a bit overwhelming for you. So, if you want to have the weekend, then give us a call on Monday with your final decision, we’d be more than happy to give you that time. Of course, we’re hoping that you chose to accept the position. You’re very talented, Mr. Leeman, and you’re going places. Our company would like to be the one to take you there.”

I could only nod slowly, still trying to digest everything.

“Well, we look forward to hearing back from you on Monday with your final response.” Tyler stood, and I followed suit. He walked me to the door, and I left his office in a daze.

I couldn’t focus enough to see the secretary waving a hello to me, or the other workers here smiling encouragingly at me. I just made my way out to my car.

It still hadn’t settled in yet, and I sat in the drivers’ seat for a long time, trying to wrap my mind around everything. Somehow, they saw something in me, and they wanted me to work for them.

It wasn’t that I doubted myself. I knew that I was good at what I did. Many of my patients had told me that already. I knew that I changed peoples’ lives. I knew that a normal company would want to hire me, and that I’d be able to live the rest of my life counseling people through their emotional trials.

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With eyes as big as saucers and full of longing I gazed back up at your serious, handsome face and saw the concern etched in your own eyes, contrasting with the strong, determined set of your jaw.

“Oh Phillip I don’t know if I can…” I breathlessly murmured, “I, I don’t know if I am ready for that yet.”

Your firm but gentle hand reached out and softly stroked my cheek.

“Sarah, oh my sweet, darling Sarah.” You smiled, “You have nothing to fear, and nothing to be ashamed of my love… You will be with me and I will not leave you for a moment… We will just be two people in love wandering around a few shops and maybe stopping for a coffee or something. You will be just fine darling. Trust me…”

“But what shall I wear?” I said almost to myself, causing you to laugh out loud.

“Darling you will look wonderful whatever you wear… You always do.”

My heart was hammering in my chest as I looked up into your twinkling, smiling eyes and then making my decision I flung my arms around your neck and kissed you like an excited teenager.

I pottered around the house throughout the rest of the morning with my mind in a whirl while you caught up on some unfinished business in your office. I had to get my make-up just right, not too heavy but still feminine enough to look passable, and I had to find the right balance with my clothes… I was not going to embarrass you or my self by looking like a hooker, so I chose a black calf length dress that gave a glimpse of leg when I walked, but was decent enough to pass in the street and a pretty maroon wrap with sparkly bits in it.

I prepared my hair and makeup, slipped into my thong and fastened my bra before pulling on my hold-up stockings. Then stepping into my heels I finally added a whisper of Channel No5 to my neck and wrists and presented myself to you in your office.

“Will I do darling?” I asked innocently, as I watched your eyes open wide in appreciation.

“You’ll do for me my Sarah but you may turn a few heads in the street looking like that.” You laughed.

I skipped out of the way as you took a lunge at me and slapped your hand away in fun.

“Oh don’t you dare Mr Jones…” I said in mock anger, “I haven’t taken Two hours to get ready for you to muss me all up now.”

I allowed you to catch me and pull me towards you and we embraced in a hot, passionate kiss, but then I felt you stirring and your hands started to wander menacingly into my panties, so I wiggled out of your grasp and fended you off.

“I have to get dressed darling. Now control yourself!”

“That’s easy for you to say gorgeous, you shouldn’t look so bloody edible!”

“Well you can eat me later Tiger, for now I have to get dressed.”

It didn’t take me much longer to get ready and I waited for you to finish up in your office. When you were done you held me in your arms and gave me a comforting squeeze.

“Come on Sarah, let’s go.”

You led me out to your car and like the gentleman you are you held the door open for me, and like the lady I am… Your lady, I gave you a flash of my stocking top as I got in.

The drive to the shopping mall did not take very long but my heart was pounding on the way there as I realised that I was really going out in public for the first time… You were so supportive and encouraging and I was very aware that you were doing all this for my benefit, to help bring me out of my shell and to be more confident as a woman… I was so proud of you and so much in love! I could never have come this far without you, and as scared as I was, I felt wrapped up in your love like a security blanket. As long as you were with me Betturkey I knew I could face the World with some semblance of courage… You give me the strength to believe in myself and I held onto you, drawing on your innate confidence with a grip of steel!

After my initial panic I did calm down somewhat, and once I realised that everybody was not going to stop and point at me it became much easier. I got the odd look here and there but you acted as though everything was perfectly normal and I followed your lead and just tried to act natural. After a while everything was natural, really, and I started to enjoy myself and relax. As ever you were acutely attuned to my mood and frame of mind and as we sat down in a small bistro for a coffee you leaned across the table and suddenly kissed me! Oh my goodness, I went as red as a berry and a tingle rushed right through my body… The smile that touched my lips was quite genuine though…

We sat there holding hands for a while and I no longer cared what people thought. I was with my man, the love of my life and I was as happy as a lark!

From there we wandered about a bit more, just window shopping, until you finally led me to a little Italian restaurant. It was a beautiful little place and very romantic. We sat in a quiet corner and just gazed into each others eyes as we sipped Chianti and soaked up the atmosphere. It was late afternoon now and we were both quite hungry, so you ordered for both of us from the menu and we quietly chatted as we waited for the meal to arrive.

I looked at you as you sat there, and for the millionth time I wondered how on Earth I had been lucky enough to find such a wonderful, caring man… The love poured out of me like a burst dam and I felt tears of pure happiness dampening the corners of my eyes… I fought them back as I dare not destroy my make-up, but inside my heart was breaking with pure, unadulterated love for you.

We left the restaurant hand in hand about two hours later and made our way back home.

As soon as the front door was shut I literally threw myself at you covered you with kisses.

“Oh Phillip…! Oh my love, you are wonderful!” I was breathless with excitement and again I kissed you like a crazy woman.” I am going to make love to you tonight like you have never known it my darling… Tonight I am going to be something special!”

I kissed you one more time then took you by the hand and sat you in your favourite seat.

“Now you sit there baby and I am going to get you a nice Jack Daniels my darling.”

I stood up slowly, seductively raking my nails down your inner thigh and swayed my hips outrageously as I sauntered off into the kitchen. I smiled to myself as I knew how you liked to take charge in these situations, but tonight was MY night! Bringing back your drink I sat down in front of you and nestled between your legs stroking your thigh. You looked so relaxed as you sat there and I was rather pleased with myself that I made you feel so at peace, so comfortable.

We chatted for a while and you asked me how I felt about my day, but after a while I refreshed your drink and excused myself to go and change.

When I returned you had put on some sexy, soul music and I walked around the chair to stand in front of you. I was rather pleased with the effect as I saw your eyes bulge in appreciation… I had put on a sheer, white blouse and mini skirt that didn’t quite cover my stocking tops with a pair of lethal white stilettos. I stood with hands on hips and my legs slightly apart as I let your eyes feast on my body… The overall image was one of virginal bride, meets porn queen and Betturkey Giriş I gave you a questioning gaze as I stood before you.

“You like…?” I asked in a low sexy voice.

“I like Sarah, I like very much!”

I smiled wickedly and walked seductively around to the back of the chair where I began to gently massage your temples as I whispered into your ear.

“Phillip I want you… I need your cock inside me… I need you to come in your Sarah… I need you to fuck me baby.”

You knew that I never used such vulgar language and the effect on you was startling as you almost leapt out of the chair, and approached me with an evil gleam in your eye. I placed my hands on your chest to stop you taking me right then and there, but you still managed to wrap your arms around me and pull me close.

I was so grateful that you were allowing me to play out my little game… You were letting me take the lead with a bemused smile on your face, almost like an indulgent father. Although this father was going to do more than just bounce me on his knee…

“Ah, aaah… Not so fast big boy.” I chided, “Upstairs…”

“Sod upstairs Sarah… I want you NOW!” You growled huskily.

“Well you are going to have to catch me first then!” I giggled as I twisted out of your arms and made a bee-line for the stairs. You were hot on my heels and I squealed with delight as I just managed to elude you in your dash to catch me. I made it to the bedroom and threw myself onto the bed just ahead of you. You were on me in seconds and after a bit of squirming you found my lips and devoured me with the most passionate kiss! I melted into you with my heart pounding out a tattoo as my arousal soared to new heights. Wiggling my way on top I straddled your thighs and sat up, rubbing myself into your groin.

The atmosphere in the room was crackling with erotic energy and your eyes were alight with a burning desire while you waited for me to make the next move. I started to slowly unbutton your shirt and I ran my painted nails down your chest, making your stomach muscles contract involuntarily. I removed the shirt, quickly followed by the rest of your clothing as I wanted you naked for me. Climbing back onto the bed I asked you to lay still and gently kissed your forehead, then slowly, working my way down, inch by inch I kissed your face, neck and chest. Your huge erection was very obvious as I skirted your thigh, but I did not touch it even though it was crying out to be held… I continued to kiss my way down your legs and feet and then I asked you to turn over for me. Working my way back up your beautiful frame I was not content until I had kissed every single inch of your body… Except one…

Rolling you onto your back once more I again straddled you and felt the hardness of your erection pressing against the soft, bare flesh above my stocking tops.

“Did you like that darling?” I asked quietly.

“Mmmmm… Sarah, yes I did. It felt really nice darling…”

I smiled warmly and leaned forward to kiss you on your soft lips.

“Well you just lay still my love and I am going to make you feel even better…”

Easing my way down the bed I stopped when my head was level with your beautiful erect penis and one by one my painted fingers slowly wrapped themselves around it. My tongue darted out and started to lick and tease your balls as I massaged you with my hand, my other hand tracing small circles on your firm, flat stomach. I shivered as I heard you moan and lifting my head I engulfed the tip of your enticing manhood with my mouth. Feeling your hips push forward I allowed you to push yourself Betturkey Güncel Giriş further into me and used my tongue to scrape along the under side of your solid shaft. I began to suck on you and to work my way into a slow, steady rhythm while you gyrated your hips in arousal. Feeling you build in response I sucked harder and increased my rhythm as I fucked you with my mouth, all the while gently stroking your balls with my free hand. I felt them contract and your beautiful erect cock pulsed in my mouth as I got my first taste of your pre-come, but not wanting you to finish so quickly I eased my way off of you and again leaned forward to kiss you.

“Sarah darling… You have to let me fuck you sweetheart… God you’re driving me bonkers girl…”

I placed a finger on your lips.

“Shhhhh… My love. Tonight Sarah is in charge. This is my thank you for today darling…”

“But…”

“Shhhhh… Darling. You just lay still…”

I stood up and removed my thong panty then reaching down I picked up a tube of lubrication gel, and as you watched in fascination I fingered a goodly amount into my rear… I stroked more onto your impossibly erect shaft and then straddled you once again. Your face was a picture of ecstasy and burning lust as I lowered myself down onto you, guiding your beautiful cock into me. I had to force myself to relax as this rod of steel first pushed into me and the twinge of pain that I knew would soon ease heightened my senses ten fold. I felt your strong hands reach down and grasp my member and you started to masturbate me as I eased myself further down onto your groin. I was panting now and my body was shaking wildly as I exulted in being physically joined to my husband once again. Gently at first I guided my body up and down your incredible cock, but before long I had built into a steady rhythm as the pain eased and the intense pleasure took over… All rhyme and reason flew out of the window now and I was taken over in a vortex of animal lust as I fucked my beautiful, loving husband! The genuine thrill of having my darling Phillip inside me brought tears of joy to my eyes and I shuddered again with the intensity off it all… I was heaving myself up and down your shaft now and I could feel your body tense up beneath me as your huge cock pulsed madly. My own arousal was at its peak as you skilfully massaged my penis and I did not know how much longer I could hold out. I did not have to wait long however as you groaned out loud and your glorious cock suddenly erupted deep inside me, filling me to the brim with the wonderful gift of your hot seed… My mind exploded at that point and I saw fireworks behind my eyes as I also erupted into orgasm, sending a stream of come splattering over your heaving chest! I rammed myself down onto you and together we were truly joined as our mutual orgasm took its mind blowing course!

As we began to finally calm down I remained still, impaled by you and revelling in our beautiful love making… My love for you knew no bounds and I was awash with a raging tide of emotion. Still buried deep inside you managed to sit up and kiss me tenderly.

“Sarah I love you so much… You are the best wife a man could ever wish for.”

“And you Phillip are my world, my love, my life and I just couldn’t live without you now my husband.”

We kissed again and then I somewhat reluctantly eased myself off your still firm member… squeezing my buttocks together to keep your beautiful gift inside. I rushed to the bathroom to clean up and shortly returned with a bowl of warm soapy water and towel to clean you up as well. When we were both decent again I finally undressed… which wasn’t easy, as I tended to leak as I took off my stockings. When I was done though I snuggled down into your arms and dreamed happily of the wonderful day you had given me and smiled warmly as I felt your come, a real part of you my Phillip deep inside my sated and contented body!

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~~ This story was originally written after a day of teasing and together fantasizing in an online session, leaving me behind pretty restless and I decided to write a story for my Dom, knowing shortly after He would receive it He had to attend a meeting…He actually never did ~~

*So much thanks to ThelMeriman for pre-reading, editing, advise and…Your commands*

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I walk slowly along with small, shuffling steps. The moment I slow down too much, I feel your hand on my back, a soft but firm push… and I walk on. The crunch of dry leaves and small twigs beneath my feet and the humid scent of the woods around me have been the only sensations I felt for a long while. I occasionally feel again your strong hand enclosing my elbow, guiding me around an obstacle, reassuring me.

No matter how much I wanted to obey you, I struggled when you calmly, almost serenely bound my hands behind my back and blindfolded me. Even all sound deserted me after a few whispered last words, “Trust me.”

The last straw… my gag, both hated and loved; I never know which one it truly is. So humiliating, making me so aware of my place, my role; the certainty that, after some time, I will be drooling, not even being able to verbally struggle; but also, arousing me, making me horny, making me feel safe and eager to please. The twilight at the parking lot was replaced by the ultimate darkness of my own thoughts. I am alone, locked inside myself. Tears run down my face. To an outsider the reason is, perhaps, obvious; inside me, I do not know why. This is not the first time I have found myself in this position. But… something makes it different this time.

You placed me in the back seat of the car. At first, I thought I was able to follow the road you traveled, but I was soon lost. The trip seemed to go on for hours; maybe it did. Losing myself in my own thoughts was not an option; you would not let me. Again and again, your fingers found their way through the sheer fabric of my dress and found my nipples, teasing, stroking, punching, soft, harder, and really hard; reality calls.

After a long time, the car slows down, finally stopping. You help me out of the car, leading me towards…where are you leading me???

After a long walk we stand still. Not until then do I fully realize what it means to have lost all of my senses. Instinctively, I want to look around, listen, experience where I am right then. Whatever I try, not a sight or sound reaches me. The only reward I get for my efforts is a hard slap in my face. I’d better stand still. The wind that surges outside is replaced by sudden warmth, as if I had entered some secluded space. Two softly pushing hands under my elbows guide me forwards. Two hands? The hands push down on my shoulders, the pressure increasing, signaling me to stand still. Involuntarily, I turn my head in all directions, searching, still hoping to catch some glimpse of where I am. The pressure builds further. Slowly, my knees succumb while I try my best to land somewhat comfortably on my knees — impossible Betturkey when you have no clue what you are doing and your arms are bound. Finally, I feel the cold surface of the ground. At the same time, two arms reach around me and pressure builds on my clothing. Damn… he/she… them… who???? They are tearing my dress apart. My fingertips reach for as much cloth as I can gather and I try to… What am I trying to do? It sure won’t help.

Hands grasp my hair in a firm grip and pull my head back hard. A soft kiss is planted on my forehead while your breath caresses my tear-stained skin. For just a moment, the slight panic inside me subsides a bit. At least you are still here as well. My head at an impossible angle, forced upwards, I feel hands on my breasts, hands…and ropes. My breasts are bound tighter and tighter, so fast it seems like quicksilver. I lose count of the amount of rope and the number of hands that are holding the ropes. Softly, hands run through my hair now, soothing, calming, reassuring. Slowly I start to surrender. Your last words echo through my mind. I do trust you!!

Gently, I am helped up and am led by many hands further towards the warmth. Around the corner once more. Again the pressure on my shoulders forces me to my knees. Someone is handling the straps of my ball gag. Yes. As the lock is opened, I await the release, longing to finally be able to talk and communicate again, being able to swallow. I open my mouth a little in anticipation when I feel the slightest pressure on the gag. I feel the fresh air and breathe in deeply. At that instant, there is pressure against my lips again…something cold, hard, metal it seems. Quickly, the straps behind my head are fastened again. Someone is handling the gag; suddenly there is pressure on my jaws. A lot of pressure. I moan, wanting to scream, but I cannot. The accumulating pressure forces me to open my jaws further and further. My god, this is a spreader like I used so many times at the ear-nose-throat wards. I struggle, fight, resist as much as I can. I try to get up and run, but a hard blow to my left cheek, followed by one on my right cheek, stun me for a moment. A hand entwined in my hair forces me to stay put. The hand releases my hair after a moment. I try to move my head in vain; I can only assume that my gag is now linked to the rest of the bondage, forcing me to look up all the time. Kneeling, looking up at…god knows who…

Fingers near my ears, stroking my cheek, removing the plugs…at least they are gone. At first I do not really notice any sounds, just my own rapid shallow breathing. Perhaps I am just too overwhelmed by being able to hear again. Even as I gradually begin to make out sounds, I am not sure what I hear. The murmur of voices, loads of them, people all around, a lot of people. Where am I? It still does not really make any sense at all.

I hear movement behind me. Suddenly, the warmth of another body presses against my back. Hands encircle my waist, moving upwards, softly caressing my tightly bound breasts. Shivers run over Betturkey Giriş my entire body as your breath flows over my ear before you softly whisper, “Trust me, trust me my little whore”.

A million thoughts run through my head; conversations we’ve had, shared fantasies, your threats. You wouldn’t… would you? All doubt ends the moment I feel your hands pinching my nipples hard. At the same time, a cock slowly slides into my mouth through the gag. Deeper and deeper, as if there is no end. I gag and try to pull back, but your body behind me and the two hands firmly grasping my face deny every movement. For the first time in my life, I am truly face-fucked, although if you would have asked me before, I would have told you; I knew what you meant…oh, no…this is for real. Hard, even strokes by an unknown cock.

Tears run down my face, partly from the tension, but also from the shortness of breath brought by each stroke, my throat totally blocked time after time. The moment I feel the cock in my mouth harden even further and feel that familiar twitch, I want to swallow…want to…but soon realize I cannot even do that. Sperm against the back of my throat and I need to cough, swallow, I want to spit it out. Totally in vain. The sperm dribbles down my chin and mixes with the tears that were already there. In the few seconds before another pair of hands enclose my face and the second anonymous dick is forced between my lips I realize that this is also a part of me. Even this, is part of what I can and will be for you, I realize, while I am so very aware of my own juices running along my thighs.

Four, five, more… maybe ten? I have no idea how many have used me like this, how many men’s sperm is slowly drying on my face, my chin, my neck and my breasts, sticky and smelly. The scent of sex permeates the air around me, forcing me even by smell to realize what is going on. My true struggle ceased long ago. Subspace mixed with pleasure has made me the toy you wanted me to become. Willing, ready, horny. Your slut, your whore. I do not even register that your fingers have ceased to thrash my certainly now blue breasts and are now slowly removing the blindfold. Slowly, I start to notice the glimmer of small lights, shortly after I become truly aware of what I am seeing again. I blink and want to close my eyes the moment I truly see. Losing your sight might be horrible, but it does allow you to withdraw a little from what is going on. It is much safer.

“Look at what you are doing my slut, look at what you are going to do some more,” you say sternly. My eyes slowly get used to the poor light. And I become aware of the queue of men, slowly masturbating, whispering amongst themselves, watching… some in clear contempt, some merely showing their lust, but all with that knowing look of anticipation in their eyes, waiting… for me.

“All of them here just for MY whore,” your voice echoes in my ears, as the first man in line slowly approaches me and takes his place. His cock routinely shoved inside my mouth, deeply Betturkey Güncel Giriş face-fucking me. Still I am gagging from the force as my throat is entered again and again, while your fingers slide over my belly towards my cunt, feeling, testing.

“You slut,” you hiss in my ear. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” I cannot answer you verbally, but why should I even try? My body is telling you all, revealing my deepest secrets. The shame, taboos, fear, all kind of feelings and thoughts run though me. But, in the end, these all succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. Damn it! Yes, I am enjoying this. I am enjoying being used because that is what you want from me, and it gives me the opportunity to be as much as you ask from me, it makes me able to let go.

The tone of your voice changes. Harder, stricter, almost mean as you sneer at me. “After all this time, you should have known better, you filthy whore! Shamelessly enjoying all these cocks entering you, enjoying being fucked by them. Only MINE should give you pleasure.”

I want to struggle, fight, I want to explain what is happening, I want to ease your anger with soothing words, but all I can do is press my back against your body and hope and pray, you know better. I get my pleasure because of you, through you… only you. Ohhh, if only I could tell…

One man follows the other. Sometimes, while the men change places, I can catch a glimpse of the queue slowly getting shorter, not quickly enough for me. Again and again, your accusing words echo in my ears. I vainly try not to enjoy myself. My jaw cramps, becoming unbearable, tears still running and snot in my nostrils making me gasp for air more and more. Your fingers on my cunt, pushing, stroking, caressing and massaging. “And she gets even hornier. Aren’t you my slut?”

You curse, accuse, while your fingers play me like a guitar string. You start slowly, but soon your manipulations become faster, harder, and I am already this wet and horny… I get more aroused by the minute. I cannot block out your word. I try with every ounce of willpower to hold back my feelings, my heat. I am too exhausted to really get frustrated and mad at you, but anger is surfacing slowly inside me. What are you thinking…do you really think I can hold back now?????

My mouth is filled with another anonymous load of sperm and I cough, fight for some air, I am suddenly, harshly, pushed forward, my face to the ground. I feel you enter me in one forceful thrust. Your fingers keep stroking my clit mercilessly as you fuck me harder then you have even done before, using me. You pound and pound into my cunt. And finally…finally! You moan hard in my ear. I feel your body stiffen and your cock twitch. “And now is your time to get pleasured, my slut…by ME!!!!…cum.”

The orgasm that flushes through me like a big wave is overwhelming, breathtaking, exhausting, almost painful and not until much later do I really enter reality again. Lying on the ground with your weight on top of me, still panting, gag and bonds long gone, wet skin on skin pressed against you as much as I possibly can, frantically holding on to you, while your hands soothingly stroke my hair and you kiss my face.

“This is how I want you to behave…like MY whore!” You speak softly and with great pride in your voice.

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Chapter 1:

Hi. My name is Faherty Cumming. I’m going into my senior year of high school. I’m often accused of having a “Better than thou” kind of attitude. As I’m the prettiest girl in the whole school, it isn’t just an attitude, it is a fact. I keep a popular vlog going of makeup and fashion tips; I’m always impeccably made up and dressed. It really pays off – I can demand what I want, and I’ll get it with a quick flip of my hair and a bit of charm.

In each class, I would sit next to a nerdy guy. It doesn’t take much more than a smile and a “Hi.” to get him to allow me to cheat off of him during tests. Who needs brains when you have looks? Rumors were circulating that I might be homecoming queen, and I was looking forward to it.

I spent a week every August visiting with my cousin Alice Carter. She lived a few hours away, so this annual trip was the only time we saw each other face to face. Alice was my age, but chubby and dumpy. I tried to get her to be as fashionable as I was, but she never saw the use.

Five days into the visit, Mrs. Carter poked her head into Alice’s room to wake us up. Mrs. Carter looked really annoyed as she snarled “It’s time to get up. Faherty! It seems you’ll be living here from now on, you’re not going home this weekend.”

I stammered “Uh…what? Why?”

She angrily snapped “I don’t want to talk about it!” and slammed the door. I looked at Alice, who seemed as surprised and confused I was. I was too afraid to ask again. Mrs. Carter always hated me for some reason. I think it was jealousy. I was younger, prettier, and more popular than her or Alice.

It was only two weeks before school started. Mrs. Carter spent them scrambling to get me moved to the new school and barking at me to stand up straight. What the hell was up with that woman? I already was standing up straight!

The school uniform for women was a stylish purple top and a pleated black and purple skirt – the school colors. Everyone would be wearing the same thing, so I vowed to make sure that my makeup and hair were perfect every day; I was better than my classmates, so I should look better too! Of course, my good looks will scare off a lot of people from speaking to me. That is no loss, they were the wrong people anyway. I would just have to find the right girls, the ones who were adored by everyone; they would be my new friends.

I was nervous when I walked into school on the first day. I didn’t have my clique of friends to back me up. I didn’t know who the smart kids were, or who the in crowd was. The only person that I knew was my dumpy cousin. I didn’t even know the teachers or the layout of the new school! Everyone else in my grade were chatting with their friends while walking to their homeroom. I felt lost.

Once people started to learn my name instead of “New Girl”, they started calling me “Farty”. I was horrified that that it seemed like everyone was taught that my name was “Farty Cumming”! Even the teachers started to call me “Farty”! It is pronounced “Fa-HER-ty”, not “Farty!” How was I going to meet the right girls being called “Farty”? Little did I know that my cousin Alice knew who the influential people were, and was telling everyone who would listen to call me “Farty”?

On the third week of school, a guy was walking next to me in the hall. He started panting and writhing while looking right at me. I looked back, wondering what he was doing. He started thrusting his hips back and forth, calling loudly “Oh yes! Yes! Oh!” He loudly moaned in the throes of a fake orgasm, then thrust out has ass at me and made the loudest fart sound that he could. Everyone burst out laughing as the joker called out “It’s Farty Cumming!”

I looked at him wide eyed. My emotions swirled in a churning cauldron. I was stunned in surprise, and aghast that he would do that. I was ashamed by his incredibly embarrassing rendition of my name! Then I realized that other than strangle looks, this was the first attention that I had in weeks, so I was kind of happy for it. Why was I kind of turned on by what he did?

A week later, I was walking down the hall between classes. My head was craned as I looked at the room numbers to find my next class. I felt something on the back of my skirt! I gasped as the hand quickly yanked my skirt right down to my ankles! I shrieked loudly and dropped my books all over the place as I tried not to trip on my own skirt. Everyone in the hallway pointed and laughed. I was stunned into indecision as everyone was seeing my panties! Immediately the cellphones pointed my way. I tried covering myself, but I was still so exposed. The joker, the same one who made the Farty Cumming imitation stood proudly in the crowd. I timidly bent over, and was forced to show my ass as I pulled up my skirt. I would never be Homecoming Queen now! I blushed so deeply. I didn’t want to look anyone in the face. But yet…I felt a stirring in my crotch. I couldn’t understand!

Within two class periods, I knew that xslot the news was traveling. Other students snickered as they passed me, pointed at my skirt and whispered to friends. Once again, my emotions swirled confusingly inside my head. I was used to being the center of attention of adoring looks at in my previous school. I am gorgeous and was in the best group of girls. Then I came to the new school and was suddenly an ignored outsider. It felt foreign. But now I was once again the center of attention. I was so embarrassed, and yet somehow excited that I was being noticed, that I was the one chosen to be the target of the prank! This was so humiliating, yet kind of a turn on! I realized that I craved the attention far too much to stop the joker. I just bowed my head and whimpered.

In mid-November, Mrs. Carter couldn’t stand my persistent slouching any more, and took me to a doctor. Alice tagged along.

First, I had to get naked for the examination. When Doctor Dan came in, he made bend over, and was running his hands up and down my back, feeling my spine. I was so very aware that I was totally naked while my aunt and cousin were fully dressed and watching a man putting his hands on me. I looked down, seeing how my boobs looked so much longer, and I felt so exposed.

Finally I was allowed to stand. Doctor Dan took a deep breath and talked to Mrs. Carter. “Well, Faherty has idiopathic kyphosis.” I looked at him blankly, having no clue what that meant. Thankfully he continued on. “She has a hunchback, and will need to wear a brace or it will get worse. I’ll get one now. Faherty can get dressed now.”

It felt so odd to be talked about as if I wasn’t even in the room. As I got dressed, I felt so humbled, it felt so right to be the center of attention again, but it was so embarrassing to be treated this way!

Doctor Dan came back with a rigid white monstrosity. It would clearly cover my torso all the way from my hips to my armpits! I saw all sorts of fearsome straps to hold it in place. He opened up the slit that ran up the back and wrapped it around me. Holy crap! This this was so rigid! I felt that it came over my armpits in the front and back, and had a hole cut out for my boobs to fit through.

The doctor droned on “She’s going to have to wear it 23 hours per day. She can only take it off for showering and gym. She’s going to need a friend’s help at school to help her in and out of it.”

I could swear I heard the smile in Alice’s voice. “Oh, I’ll help!”

Doctor Dan said “OK, so you’ll have to see how this fastens. We start with the waist strap.” With that, I heard a faint clicking sound as it ratcheted in around my waist. I felt so helpless having no control over what they were doing. Doctor Dan continued “Then the mid-strap.” The brace cinched in with the clicking sound, and now I was so aware that I was forced upright. I couldn’t have a normal posture in this thing.

Doctor Dan said “Then the top strap.” The portion of the brace over my boobs suddenly started to press into me, forcing me into the back of the brace. Holy crap this thing was rigid! I looked down. The brace pulled in everything except my breasts. What were normally full, perky boobs now looked conspicuously oversized.

“And finally the shoulder straps.” I could swear that Alice chuckled happily as Dr. Dan pulled on the straps, forcing my shoulders back. With each click, I was forced to thrust my boobs out. When I looked down, my breasts now looked like obscene melons bursting forth from my chest.

“Once the straps are on, give each one a tug to make sure it is properly snug.” Dr. Dan pulled on the straps, cinching the brace like an unflinching corset. The brace was so snug around my waist that I was breathing from my upper chest. I could feel my boobs going up and down with each breath.

I gasped as my shoulders were yanked back a bit more, the clicking sound being a reminder that any freedom that was taken away would not come back. I timidly asked “How long will I have to wear this?”

Doctor Dan responded “Well, it’s more effective in younger kids. You started so late. You might be done in 2 or 3 years.”

Two or three years? “Like to wear it to bed and such?”

Doctor Dan pronounced my sentence in a dismissive tone. “Oh, you started so late, you will take it off to change and to bathe. Other than that, you’ll need to wear it all the time.” I could see Alice’s triumphant, almost evil smirk. She was truly enjoying this. Only then did it dawn on me how she felt. I was part of the “in” crowd, busting on her for being chubby and wearing old baggy dumpy clothes. I didn’t care much about her, and has treated her badly for as far back as I remember. Her face showed her glee at payback being handed to her on a silver platter.

The next day, Alice took glee in strapping the freaking white rigid corset over my school uniform. I walked through the double doors of the high school. Everyone’s eyes turned to stare at xslot Giriş the rigid corset over my school uniform. I felt so damned conspicuous! Everyone else was in black and purple, and I was in gleaming institutional white with boobs that looked like an enormous caricature of themselves!

As I walked the halls to my homeroom, I realized that from the male perspective, the brace was a gleaming white frame that accentuated my breasts. More than ever, the guys just stared at them. The rest of me was compressed in, and my boobs were thrust so far out!

I wanted to shrink and hide, but the rigid corset made me stand up perfectly straight, boldly showing it off to the entire school. As I sat down in first period the guy who sits next to me called out in an obnoxiously loud voice “Damn Farty! Your boobs walked in the room a full two minutes before the rest of you!” I cringed and went to write in my notebook. I couldn’t bend over like everyone else. I was forced to sit perfectly upright as Ms. Rigid Robot in this corset!

It was the second Tuesday of my brace wearing, and we were thankfully back in the locker room after gym. Gym had grown into a humiliating affair. The doctor specifically wanted me to move as much as possible in the brace to train my body. This meant being released from the brace, changing, and having the brace put back on by Alice. I was then forced to repeatedly demonstrate to the entire class how utterly restricted I was. Today I was picked last in volleyball, and was still aching from when the ball hit my right in the boobs.

Alice was cinching up the shoulder straps to keep me upright. One of my classmates laughed and pointed “She looks funny as her shoulders are so pulled back and her boobs thrust out!”

Alice scoffed. “Oh, that’s not so pulled back. THIS is pulled back!” Alice put her knee against my lower back and tugged as hard as she could. My shoulders were viciously pulled back as I heard the ominous clicks between my shoulder blades. My boobs were thrust out even more than I could myself due to the leverage of the straps pushing my shoulders back! I tried to relax my shoulders and let them slide forward, but she straps held firm!

I turned around in a huff. Everyone just laughed and pointed at me. Someone called out “She’s stuck that way! She’s sticking out her chest to imitate her whorish mom!”

I called back “My mom’s not a whore!”

Alice looked me in the eye, clearly surprised. “You don’t know? Nobody told you? The reason my family is taking care of you is that your mom was arrested for prostitution – AGAIN! It’s the ‘three strikes and you’re out law’! She got a 20 year jail term! Were you ever wondering why you never met your dad? He was just another john! Yeah, your dad left your mom, but he PAID her first!”

I was stunned and ashamed, my jaw just hanging open. I whimpered and wanted to crouch in the corner as the rest of the class laughed and pointed at me. Alice continued. “Your spending one week per year with my family wasn’t a vacation FOR you. It was arranged such that your mom could have a vacation FROM you for fucking orgies!”

I was so wickedly humiliated! There was no way I would ever live this down! I was still forced to stand with my boobs ridiculously thrust out. And yet…there was another feeling as everyone watched me whimper. They were all looking at me, and I would do anything to keep everyone looking at me, even this. Somehow I felt a driving hunger to be the center of attention.

Alice pulled out a marker, and started writing on the front of my brace. As it was just below my bust line, I couldn’t see what it said. When she was done, she patted me on the back with a pleasant smile.

I looked at a mirror. Alice wrote “BOOBS” in humiliatingly large letters. She made a curve below the “OO” as a smile, continued it up as a dash in the middle for eyeballs, and ended above the “OO” as arrows pointing at my boobs! Alice cheerfully called to me “OK Farty! You’re all set for the day! The wipes we have at home will take off the marker, so your whiteboard will be ready for the future. You know, I like you like this! I think we should do it more often. We can call it ‘Booby Tuesdays'”! Alice left me that way as she happily made her way to her next class.

Everywhere I went, everyone’s wide eyes and snickers followed. They laughed and pointed at the BOOBS sign and my wickedly thrust out chest. They took out their phones for snapshots. I whimpered, but yet still found myself standing still and posing for the photos.

The following Monday after gym, Alice was strapping me into the rigid brace. I was thinking back on having spent another week in my own portable prison, I felt so utterly ashamed. I wanted to hide in the shadows, but I had no choice but to continue wearing the unflinchingly rigid glowing beacon corset. Alice sure wouldn’t let me “accidentally forget” it. She was thrilled that she got to strap her bratty cousin into an embarrassing and xslot Güncel Giriş restrictive monstrosity, and it was called “helping”!

Alice pulled my shoulders back into place, thankfully the standard forced upright posture, not the booby Tuesday pose. Instead of her usual gleeful “You’re all set!” Alice said “Hold still Farty.” I felt her write something on the lower back of my brace with the marker.

My eyes went wide and I squealed as she suddenly smacked me on the ass! I turned to face her, opened my mouth to speak, and I got smacked again! I yelped. The second smack wasn’t from Alice! I turned around to see who it was, and I saw 3 girls lined up behind me with their palms ready to spank. I turned to Alice with my mouth gaping open.

Alice snickered. “You ask for a hard spanking in the most delightful way!” She smiled as yet another girl smacked me hard on my ass, blowing the wind out of my lungs. “You’re all set! Enjoy your day!” She happily strolled out of the locker room as I whimpered. I saw each and every girl would want their own hard spank on my ass before they left the locker room. I bent over, showed my ass, and cringed. Sitting down was going to hurt for the rest of the day, but right now, everyone was looking right at me, and in a twisted fashion, I loved it.

Chapter 2 –

About a month into the school year, our family was invited to a barbeque party by the Hendersons. The parents were chatting upstairs, and all the kids went down into the basement. Of course, I was still strapped into the rigid white corset. I had to explain to everyone that no, I didn’t break my back doing some amazing stunt. I have to wear it because I’m a hunchback. Once again, It felt so embarrassing to have everyone staring at my brace, but somehow so right.

The basement was pretty large. A metal post ran floor to ceiling in the middle of the room, supporting the exposed I-beam that held up the ceiling. A ping pong table filled one side of the room, the other side seemed to be the house’s leftovers – a worn couch, an undersized fridge, and shelves on the walls full of things that had no other home.

We were snacking on chips, and drinking Coke & Sprite, but I noticed Ted Henderson sneaking drinks from a thermos that he was trying to keep hidden.

Alice meandered around and noticed a pair of handcuffs sitting on a shelf. She picked them up and scoffed “These things can be picked with a simple paper clip!”

I brightened up and smiled. Now was my chance for revenge! I could get back at her for the Spanky Mondays and Booby Tuesdays! I said “Oh yeah Alice? Let’s see you try it!”

She scoffed. “Fine!” She smiled as she cuffed her own wrist. I smiled as I heard it ratchet shut.

I strode over to eye the pole that dominated the middle of the room. “Come on over here!” Alice perked up as she found a paperclip, and nonchalantly strode over to the pole. I turned her such that her back was against the pole, and pulled her arms behind her back, around the pole. I grinned ear to ear as I ratcheted the other cuff around her wrist, firmly holding her to the pole. I finally got her!

Alice’s brow furrowed in concentration as she un-bent and re-bent the paperclip. Her face twisted into interesting shapes as her concentration was behind her back where she couldn’t see. She twisted and twirled the paperclip as I grinned. Revenge felt good!

I was surprised when I heard the “click!” Alice smiled as she was able to release one wrist. She pulled the paperclip out of one lock, put it into the other. She fidgeted for a few moments, and then she was free. Alice smiled as she looked at me. “OK Farty! You’re next! I did it, and you can too!”

I smiled and happily put my back to the pole. I put my arms behind my back. I can show them I can do this! Alice did it, and I can too! I can get past this back brace, and be part of the group, this will be fun!

Alice ratcheted the cuffs around my wrists and slipped the pre-bent paperclip into my hand. I carefully felt around with the paperclip, searching for the keyhole. Hmmm… I didn’t seem to be able to find the keyhole. I switched the paperclip to the other hand, and tried the other cuff. I kept moving the paperclip back and forth, searching for the keyhole. I even tried pulling at the cuffs, but it was all for naught. I was stuck.

I looked over at Alice. She could barely contain her laughter. She said “Step one to escaping. Make sure at least one keyhole faces your hands!” Everyone burst out laughing as my dreams of a moment of triumph were turned into the realization that I was stuck here until they chose to let me go.

Two people started up a game of ping pong. Alice called out “I’ll keep score!” She pulled out a marker, and wrote something below my boobs. With my boobs so ungodly prominent, I couldn’t see what she wrote. I couldn’t even bend over to see. Then with each point, Alice would make a hash mark. I wasn’t one of the people at the party, I was reduced to being the scoreboard.

As the game went on, Ted seemed to be getting drunk from his hidden thermos. We are all under-aged! After losing horribly at a game of ping-pong to Alice of all people, he stumbled over his own feet and fell.

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“How do you explain this Mark?” Mrs. Stern asked, knowing quite well the question was rhetorical. The young man sitting in front of her wiped the sweat from his brow with a trembling hand. He was handsome. But there was more to it than that. Much more. There was history…even though the young main remained ignorant of all of it.

Mark couldn’t think of a good answer. He knew it looked bad. Very bad. It had started off bad enough. A program he had written didn’t work quite as it should. Money…not much had been credited to customers accounts. When he discovered the flaw it was too late. So stupid. He was new to the job at that time. If he owned up to it, it would have surely meant his job.

But that’s when bad when to so much terribly worse. Stupidly worse. He made a few more adjustments. Bingo! It was as if his mistake had never been made.

“I know it looks bad,” Mark said. “I made a mistake. I’m sure it can be fixed.”

“Embezzling isn’t something that is usually fixed,” Mrs. Stern said. “It’s something people are sent to prison over.”

“Embezzling…” Mark felt his heart drop into his stomach. It wasn’t embezzlement, but a simple mistake. “But I never…I never…received anything.”

“Mark,” Mrs. Stern said. “Anyone who looks at this is going to think you stole it. Where is it? Where’s the money now? Look at all these transactions. Thousands moved here. Thousands moved there. All these reports changed so that everything balances.”

“It’s there. I mean. It’s ours. Well except the original loss.”

“So you expect me to believe that?” Mrs. Stern kept her face passive, but inside she smiled. Oh how she smiled. Here it would come. She had been looking forward to this moment. “It’s only out of respect for your father that I’m even bothering to help you. Otherwise, I’d just notify the appropriate authorities.”

That wasn’t quite true. If it weren’t for his father, Mrs. Stern would have never made those adjustments to his program. Would have never entrapped the handsome young man.

“You see Mark,” Mrs. Stern said. “When I was your age your father helped me in a similar situation. He showed me the err of my ways. Took me under his wing so to speak. I’m going to offer you a chance. Just like he did me. You’ll start just like I did. I was your father’s secretary… you’ll become mine…only your title will be different. You’ll be my executive assistant. What do you say to that?”

“….but I went to school for finance,” Mark stammered. An executive assistant. The only ones he knew of were female. The career prospects…not so good. “I – I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“You’ll figure it out…or else you’ll begin in prison and a lengthy trial I suspect.”

“I guess…I guess I have no choice.” Mark could see no way out of his present dilemma.

“Of course you do,” Mrs. Stern said. “You can take your chances or put yourself in my care. I had the same choice many years ago. I think I made the right one.”

“Okay…” Mark said. He didn’t like the prospect of becoming her executive assistant, but the other consequences were out of the question. “I’ll do it. I’ll become your new executive assistant.”

The young man’s cheeks burned bright red. How was he to explain this to his fiancee or his coworkers. He wasn’t paid that well, but this was still quite a step down for him.

“No Mark,” Mrs. Stern said. “That wasn’t the question. Do you want to take your chances or put yourself in my care? Which will it be?”

Mrs. Stern smiled, peering over her glasses, her eyes burning like lasers into his soul. Put yourself in my care – it wasn’t something that a man admitted. It showed weakness, and it required the sacrifice of a great deal of pride, but it was better than the alternative.

“I put myself in your care ma’am.”

“That’s a smart boy,” Mrs. Stern said. “I made the same choice. Now it’s time for us to seal the deal.”

Mrs. Stern stood and sauntered over to the young man. She took him by the hand and backed him up against her desk. Mark grew more and more uncomfortable. Unsure where this was leading, but beginning to suspect more and more that it involved something sexual. ‘Put yourself under my care.’ Those words echoed through his mind. Made his knees shake. This wasn’t possible, was it? Well, he had heard of women being in situations, but never men.

“What are you doing?” Mark asked, his hands catching hers by the wrists and she worked to open his belt.

“It’s scary isn’t it Mark?” Mrs. Stern said. “How well I know. It was a Tuesday, April 19th, 1983; when your father took me under his wing. He led me to a desk…much like this one – only smaller. He put his hand on the small of my back and told me to bend over. I knew what he wanted, even as I complied. I could have screamed…I could have stopped him. But I was letting him. Still, something felt different. Different than all those times with my boyfriend.

I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. Then he pushed my skirt over my xslot bottom, and took hold of my panties. Then it hit home. I knew before what was going to happen, but that one last thing made it all so real. It was too much. I couldn’t. I caught hold of my cotton panties… and held on for dear life.

Then do you know what your father said Mark? He said, Gloria, you put yourself in my care. You’ve given yourself over to me. That means from eight to five, your ass belongs to me. Now, if you want my help, you’ll lower those sexy little panties to the floor. You won’t be needing them anymore.

I should have just let him take them off. I curse myself for my weakness. Because then…do you know what I had to do? I had to do it for him. Had to take them down and bend over for him. Spread my legs for him. And then there was worse, so much worse, I had to rub myself to get ready for him. Make myself wet so he would take me.

If I could go back in time, I would have held still and let him do as he willed. It would have been so much easier for my first time. I could have told myself that it was all him. That I did nothing. But because of my fear…I had to do ….everything.

Mrs. Stern smiled grimly, slipping her glasses up on her nose. “Now you’ve given yourself over to me Mark. Quite the turn of events. Now if you want my help, you’ll do the same thing. Only, I think I’ll have you strip off everything. Then lay back down on my desk like a good boy.”

“This isn’t fair,” Mark whined. “I’m not my father. I didn’t do anything to you. I shouldn’t be punished for something he did all those years ago.”

“You are not being punished,” Mrs. Stern said. “I’m doing you a favor. Just like your father did for me. Even if I didn’t appreciate it at the time. Enough games, do what I say or take your chances with the authorities.”

Mark continued to negotiate, but he did so while removing his shoes and socks. Then came his shirt. His pants. Mrs. Stern looked on appreciatively. He was an attractive young man. Could use a bit of exercise, but that would come. Mark was still negotiating. We can make a deal. Garnish my salary.

We don’t have to do this.

Ah, but he did. She picked up the phone to make sure he knew just how little choice he had. Soon, the young man was down to a pair of blue boxers, which he hesitantly lowered, his cheeks blossoming a bright red. His hands over his crotch, he sat back against her desk.

“Lay back,” Mrs. Stern said, squatting down and removing her panties from under her skirt.

“Please….” Mark begged, as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

“It’s time Mark,” Mrs. Stern said, her hand weaseling in, working to discover his tightly clenched member. “Time to put yourself in my hands. “

Mark’s blood pounded in his ears. He didn’t give himself over… not quite. But he didn’t fight either, letting her take him in her hand. Cold clammy hands wrapping around his member.

“Oh you should be pleased,” Mrs. Stern said. “Did you know I had to rub myself for ten minutes while your father looked on? I had never had anyone watch me do such a humiliating act before. Not even my boyfriend. Try as I might, I couldn’t get aroused for your father. Not until I learned to close my eyes and fantasize of something else. But you….you are hard as a rock already…this is going to be so much easier for you Mark…so much easier. Trust me.”

But his body’s betrayal didn’t make it easier for Mark. Not one bit. Instead he felt betrayed. By his father and then his own arousal. How could he be turned on by this older woman. She wasn’t attractive…not like his fiancee. Her hair pulled back in a severe bun. Glasses. Crows feat in the corner of her eyes. Her body thicker. Her hips widere. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was cheating on Julie. Cheating for the first time ever.

“Please Mrs. Stern,” Mark begged, even as the older woman climbed on top of him. Even as she sat down, her tight wet sex enveloping his manhood. “Don’t do this. I’m engaged. If not for me, then for my fiancee.”

“I know how it feels,” Mrs. Stern said, her glasses hanging by their leash as she leaned over. Moving up and down now. Fucking him. She bit her lower lip. “It helps if you think of this as something you are doing FOR her. If you weren’t doing this right now, you would be at the police station. That would really break her heart. And then if she loves you, she would stick with you through the trial. Through prison. And you would cheat there too Mark…you aren’t a very manly man if you know what I mean. Could you imagine visitation day…coming to see her, but holding some man’s pocket. Could you imagine it Mark? Can you just imagine?

But this…this…she never has to know about the sacrifice you made for her. Never.”

Mrs. Stern looked down at the naked young man laying beneath her. So young. So attractive. His eyebrows creased in consternation as he tried in vain to think of his young sweetheart. Mrs. Stern actually xslot Giriş approved of this line of thinking…what she didn’t want was him thinking like she thought so many years ago. Thoughts of revenge. Of turning the tables. Of dominance.

“What did you say your fiancee’s name is?” Mrs Stern asked.

“Ahhh…Julie,” Mark gasped. It didn’t feel right talking about her, not while doing this. Cheating on her. Poor innocent Julie. Even if it was for her benefit.

“Is she pretty?”

“Mmmm..yes..” Mark said. Very pretty. Straight blonde hair. A nice body. An easy smile.

“You must have been her first,” Mrs. Stern said. “Otherwise…I just can’t understand…”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Mark couldn’t stop himself from asking. He didn’t want to be lured into this conversation. He wanted to think of wholesome thoughts. Think of the past weekend, playing scrabble with his fiancee. Think of the words they spelled. Anything but this awful woman. And yet, Mrs. Stern had managed to get under his skin with the one topic he couldn’t ignore. His fiancee Julie.

“Surely someone has told you,” Mrs. Stern said. “A former girlfriend…anyone?”

“I don’t …I’m not sure what you are talking about,” Mark gasped in time to Mrs. Stern’s bouncing.

“You are small Mark,” Mrs. Stern giggled. “Tiny. How can you possibly manage to satisfy her? A lifetime is a long time to be sexually frustrated.”

“I – I just – do…oh – oh God…hold on…take it easy…take it oh oh…” Mark groaned as he felt the warmth seep into his groin. His balls filled to bursting. By then it was too late to wait. He closed his eyes and his hips thrust. He felt betrayed by his own body. To climax with this awful woman. Worse, to do it as she made derogatory comments regarding his size. Verbally emasculating him.

“Fuck….” Mrs. Stern exclaimed. “Already? Useless. Oh dear me, did I say that? I didn’t mean it. Poor boy. It’s just that I’m a bit frustrated. You’ve left me in an awful state.

Erm..but it was fun. Really..it was a lot of fun. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say? How Julie says it. Is it?”

“…yes…I suppose so,” Mark admitted. Well, it wasn’t how Julie said it. He’d never paid attention to how she said it before. Now he was beginning to second guess things.

“Good,” Mrs. Stern said. “I know how sensitive you men can be.”

Mrs. Stern kept working herself on his rapidly diminishing member. Felt his cock still twitching. So wet from his healthy deposit.

“Poor Julie,” Mrs. Stern said. “I can only imagine what that poor girl must go through to be worked up time and time again…only to be left high and dry by someone so insensitive to her needs.”

“It isnt’ like that,” Mark argued sullenly. “I meet her needs very well. I do other things to meet them. A woman…a woman doesn’t usually climax from penetration you know…it’s usually done another way….” It was to graphic to describe, worse, he felt that he had said to much already. But, he couldn’t stop himself. No one accused him of failing to meet the needs of the woman he loved.

“Oh you have me curious young man,” Mrs. Stern said. “A woman can masturbate herself or use a vibrator. Is that how you meet your woman’s needs? You buy her a battery operated lover? As if she couldn’t buy one herself. You are your father’s son after all. He was never able to please me either. I can see this was a mistake.”

“I-I don’t have to buy anything,” Mark said. “I ….” Oh it was so hard to say. Everyone did it. Didn’t they? He thought so at first, but the way Mrs. Stern acted, he wasn’t quite so sure. But it was becoming more and more clear that the men in Mrs. Stern’s life…even his very own father didn’t. He wasn’t just unsure anymore, he was feeling downright embarrassed.

“…lick her.” Mark finished, his face blushing furiously.

“Oh my,” Mrs. Stern said, a look of surprise on her face. Although it wasn’t a surprise at all. This conversation was going in exactly the direction she wanted it. “You lick her. You please her like a girl pleases another girl. Is that how you do it? After you tease her up, you go down on your knees for your fiancee? What does she have on you? Did she take you under her wing in college. Is that why you do it?”

Mark was quickly coming to realize his new boss was mentally not all the way there. Didn’t she realize that two people who loved one another did things to please each other. That was the way things were. He felt as if he were constantly having to defend his relationship. Julie didn’t have anything on him. She didn’t need it. He loved her. “I do it to please her. I’m sensitive to her needs. I want it to be fun for her too.”

“It would be cruel otherwise…” Mrs. Stern said, her eyes twinkling evilly. “To have a girl make do with a cock that wasn’t up to snuff. To work her up…and then get your jollies before she’s even gotten started. Misogyny. Base cruelty. You’re not that sort of guy are you Mark. Sensitive. xslot Güncel Giriş Isn’t that what you said Mark? You are sensitive aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Mark muttered. He felt like he was being verbally trapped into a no win situation. His feeling and sensitivity being turned against him. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as Mrs. Stern slowly but steadily climbed up his body. She couldn’t possibly mean to. Not now. Not after. Or could she?

“Oh Mark,” Mrs. Stern said, as she spread her thighs to either side of Mark’s head and raised her skirt out of the way. “You’ve got me in such a state. High and dry. I don’t think you can imagine the sort of state I’m in. What happens when you put Julie in such a state? What does a sensitive man do in such a situation?”

Oh God, she meant to do it, Mark realized. Mrs. Stern’s bony finger rubbed through her wet folds. Dear Lord, her pussy was soaking, and as she pulled it free, Mark couldn’t help but notice the strand of sticky pearly slime that followed after.

“I don’t usually put her in such a state,” Mark breathed. And he didn’t. There was foreplay. And he would lick her clit before. But never after.

“Such a good boy,” Mrs. Stern said. “Taking care of her needs. Licking her like a woman would. Now it’s time to take care of my needs.” And with that she began to settle down on the young man’s terrified face.

“I don’t think…” Mark whispered as her well used cunt descended so fast that it cut off the last of his response.

“Shush…” Mrs. Stern said. “Save your energy. You’re gonna need it.”

Mrs. Stern remembered the day Mark’s father first took her under his wind. He fucked her from behind. Slapping her ass. Pounding into her. Using her. Feeling him swell inside.

“I’m not on the pill,” she begged.

“Then you better get on it,” he said. “On your knees then my little slut. Today, I’m make my deposit into your stomach.” It was her only alternative. She put him in her mouth. Tasted her own perverse juices for the first time. And then he came. The taste. Awful. Slimy. Like baking soda and salt.

God! How awful! Gack! Baking soda and salt thought Mark. How did this happen? This wasn’t like when he pleasured Julie. Not at all. There he’d lay down and lick her. At his leisure. But not with Mrs. Stern. She set the pace. She worked his face and mouth with her sex. Telling him to suck her clit. To run his tongue up and down her slit. To slow down. To speed up. Sometimes rubbing her damp sex over his whole face. Soiling him. Sometimes sitting on him with such force he couldn’t breathe. But the worst was the comments.

“Get that lazy tongue busy, or must I do all the work too? Sensitive my ass …Useless is more like it. Oh wait. Oh Markie. That. Now that’s nice. I can see what your Julie sees in you now.

But her moment of bliss didn’t last long. Soon she was at him again.

“Is that all you know how to do? Only one trick? Are you a one trick pony Mark? A woman has more than a clit, she has a pussy too. Now lick down there. Give me a suck. Come on Mark, suck me. You know you want to.”

But Mark didn’t want to suck. Not one bit. He had avoided that area, knowing very well what he had done in there. He had already had it smeared on his face. And yes, he had tasted it already…but this was going too far. But Lord, she had him trapped down there, barely able to breathe.

Looking down between her thick thighs, Mrs. Stern saw Mark’s wide terrified eyes. Saw them widen even more as she reached down and took hold of his nose and pinched his nostril shut. Oh yes, such a glorious feeling. Carnal desire with a double dose of revenge. She rubbed her clit, though it wasn’t necessary. She was already climaxing. The man who awakened her dark desires – she had his son now. Had turned him into her scum sucker. As her cunt pulsed she could feel it evacuating the cum that had been deposited there. To which she added a much larger dose of her own. Mark did his best to drink the bitter sweet brew down. Coughing and sputtering when Mrs. Stern finally raised off his face. His face red. Chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath.

“You are a pretty enough young man,” Mrs. Stern said as she smoothed down her skirt. “But you have much to learn about pleasing a woman. But not to worry, we have plenty of time.”

Mrs. Stern still wasn’t finished with Mark. He learned that he had new duties now. He had to see to his face and body. Even though the only thing available was paper towels and glass cleaner. Only then was he allowed to put his clothes back on. Then he was assigned the task of cleaning the sweat and other sticky discharges from Mrs. Sterns executive desk. How was he ever going to manage this? He was sure that he couldn’t.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Surprisingly Mark was able to manage. He thought of himself as a survivor. And he could survive this. It wasn’t quite so bad as he had first figured.

Oh dear reader, I’m sure you think that it isn’t such a bad trial for a young man. A pretty fiancee at home and a demanding older lover at work. A pleasant enough fantasy. But in real life….it was hard work…and it was about to get harder.

The phone buzzed on the desk. Mark immediately answered it. His heart sped.

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She Belongs to Me

“Honey, I home.” My heart stopped and a lump gagged my throat. Routine autonomic functions ceased, while my mind jolted to sharp attention from the numbing slog of household chores. “She’s here. Home, yes home, my love is home with me.” With the patience of a flower opening to the morning sun, my heart began to beat again and the warmth of love’s flush enfolded me. “All is right.”

I was on my knees for her. A heavy knot of leather, steel, and beaten flesh hung from my crotch—for her. My defeated manhood struggled to rise in salute to its sovereign’s voice; it failed. My cock just swelled into the embrace of the bars of its jail. The dishonor dangling in my crotch was veiled behind the lacy apron Gina had commanded that I wear as I knelt at my household drudgery. Steel ruled my rebellious manhood; girly frills mocked its defeat—for her. All was right.

Her steely rule was but proper; I was not competent to govern my animal nature. “Thank you my loving sovereign; I surrender.” The cage vanquished my mutinous cock. The sissy apron mocked my enfeebled manliness, flaunting my willing subjugation to Gina’s command, and proclaiming her feminine victory—a lacy pink flag flying heroically over her conquest. “I surrender.” Blissful capitulation spilled through my veins as I rose stiffly from the bathroom floor. I put down the scrub brush and limped to the front door to greet my beloved tyrant.

Gina was a vision of cold intimidating beauty. She wore her long luxurious mink over a simple black turtleneck, tight leather pants, and flat-heeled boots—her uniform—simple, authoritative, and enthralling. The chill of winter hung about her. Her short, jet-black hair was slicked back. Gina’s astonishing eyes still stunned me, and I struggled to cast my gaze down as befit a slave. I failed; my eyes could not turn from her beauty.

My love stood impassive, remote with arms crossed, luscious lips pursed, and brow raised in a judgmental, askance glare. She glowered critically assessing me as I approached. And yet there was a slight glimmer of a mocking laugh twinkling faintly, ice dancing silently, on the arctic menace in her eyes. And, perhaps, (or did I dream?) even a hint of an affectionate smile suppressed beneath her frown, or lurking in the corners of her closely drawn lips.

Gina was having her fun. Good, but I could not allow a scrap of levity in my expression or demeanor. I scolded myself, “Eric, this is Gina’s show. You must be her well-mannered puppet. Be careful, nothing flippant now before your arrogant goddess.” Gina’s haughty expression bid me to submit in heartfelt seriousness. She might laugh; I must grovel.

I melted to my knees before her frightful beauty. She offered her foot and I gratefully kissed her boot still cold from the damp streets of the fading winter. She turned her back to me, lifted her arm and cocked her hand slightly, inviting me to take her fur. She wore an Egyptian ring, a gift from Anna. I rose to lift the mink from her graceful shoulders and the warmth of Gina’s slight body billowed forth. The mink was cool, slick and heavy in my hands. I floated in the swirling aroma of leather, and swam in her body’s heat. I love the smell of leather…but, oh no, there was more. She’d done it again. Sex, spunk, the earthy scent of infidelity—Gina noted the distress brimming in my eyes. She nodded a pity smile. Then Gina touched my cheek lightly, and her face transformed into a cheery sneer as wounding as a spit into my face.

I scolded myself, “Do not cry. Do not complain. She may do whatever she likes.” My heart demanded, “Surrender.”

“Oh, don’t look so sad, my little puppy.” Gina patted my head, smirked, and scornfully mocked me, “I have so enjoyed my morning. Have you enjoyed cleaning my house? I expect my toilet to be sparkling.” Gina winced slightly and walked off without further acknowledgment of my attendance, a slight hitch playing counterpoint to her sexy saunter. The scent of betrayal drifted in her wake. I dutifully attended to her fur and followed. She’s an artist; she don’t look back.

I poured the remnants of last night’s chardonnay and approached my ruler comfortably enthroned in a swiveling lounge chair in front of the fireplace. I went to my knees, bowed my head, and presented the wine with supplicant hands. She ignored my offering. Her ring sparkled, “Tonight I am taking you to a special party at Anna’s. You can think of it as a sort of one-man pet show if you like. My friends have been inquiring about your progress. You know some of them, and they all know everything about you. They know what a conceited slut boy you were and of our efforts to cure you. The ladies are curious to see what remains of the masculine ego after it has been felled, had its pith of arrogance cut out, and been obliged to embrace feminine rule.

“Your former secretary Shyanne will be there. I know how much you liked her, how you used her even after you entered my life, xslot and how stupidly she respected you. We will remedy that; Shyanne will beat you while the rest of us watch. I considered inviting every woman you ever abused so that they could whip you; unfortunately, there are just too many. After Shyanne gets you warmed up, each guest will have her fun with you. Who do you think will be more cruel, those who always found you despicable, or those who succumbed to your wicked charms? Some surprise guests are invited.

“Do you remember the last time you were allowed an orgasm? You were chained to Anna’s whipping table and she beat your balls until you shot your man slime into the sky.”

I burned with shame at the illicit orgasm I had allowed Slave to suck from me that first day at Corinna’s house of correction. I attempted confession. “Mistress, I failed. Corinna’s girl, she…she…”

“Oh that’s right; Corinna told me all about that. Of course she knew, stupid. Surly you don’t think a cunt-sucking slave is allowed any secrets. Slave betrayed you to Corinna immediately. You’re lucky I didn’t let Corinna cut your balls off, slit your gonads as she put it. See how nice I am? Still, you have been denied a long time. Trying to keep secrets and interrupting me—I will add these to the list of your crimes to be punished.

“As I was trying to say before you so rudely interrupted, the Anna occasion was filmed. It was quite a performance. I also videoed you giving head for Corinna’s clients. Corinna calls that face time. You never suspected I was there, did you? I have adapted the video into a fascinating art film. Some of tonight’s guests have already previewed it. They were most impressed. My film is high art; it transcends simple porn. It’s a message film—male enslaved, phallus bound and beaten by Woman, the triumph of the matriarchy over patriarchal misrule. I wanted to call it ‘Victory of the Cunt’ or maybe ‘Servant of Slit’, but I didn’t want to frighten the philistines. It is our intent to reach the broadest possible market, so I choose something ambiguous: ‘Face’. You like giving face, right, my slithering slit sucking slave?” Gina sniggered in my face.

“Because of my reputation as an artist and because of the ‘redeeming social and artistic value’, I will be able to get away with presenting the film at Cannes. It is gorgeous. I made it very pretty as counterpoint to the violence actually depicted. There are slow-motion images of floating ropes of come, sweat exploding under the flat business end of Anna’s riding crop, and balls dancing to the beat of their tyrant’s hacking lash. The hushed slow motion lends a peaceful remove from the ferocity. Sequential renderings of the blooming bruises on your scrotum are envisioned as a lovely budding flower. It is all quite beautiful, very arty. And then there is your face. You are such an expressive actor—the beads of sweat, the open mouth issuing silent screams, the agony, and the eager way your snout routs around in all those cunts. The sound track is fabulous. I took your screams and turned them into an aria backed by the rhythmic percussion of crop on skin.

“Because of Anna’s of influential friends, my film will be shown at Cannes, and it will win a prize. That much is quite set. Each Bridget Bardo wanna-be at the festival will flush with embarrassment at what she finds herself yearning to do to her boyfriend. The lefty French intellectuals with will imagine my film to be a political allegory. They need that to permit themselves to enjoy the porn. Each art critic and would be social engineer will parade their feminist ‘narratives’ to cover their mortification at the juices flooding their crotch, even the men, especially the men. It’s odd how leftist males are such nervous but eager cunt suckers, but right-wingers so often need a good kick in the balls to direct them to their rightful place on their knees before their ruler. One might expect lovers of authority to be more disposed to flaunt submission to their superiors.

“So we will be going to a film festival, to France, land of the cunt lickers. You will fit right in. Do you like the idea of being a movie star? You can be sure you will be a star; everyone will be so curious about you. I will have you speak at the discussion after the screening. You can tell all the nice people how much you enjoy eating pussy and being beaten, and how you live to serve controlling females. Consider what those people will think of you. Can you imagine their envy and envision their contempt? The scent of sexual need will permeate the room.”

Would Gina do that to me? Would she make me stand before those horny foreign strangers and humiliate me like that? Of course.

When I was an early adolescent, I had a recurrent nightmare of walking stripped naked, lost, and forlorn down a lonely street. The dream was appallingly vivid. I lay paralyzed in my bed frightened, mortified, and yet erect with inexplicable lust. I dreamed I stumbled xslot Giriş down a narrow cobblestone street through an ancient village, alone but compelled by an unseen feminine force walking me to my ruin. Impassive, hostile peasants cowering in low darkened doorways of mud huts stared at me. This recurrent nightmare always turned my cock to stone, spawned nocturnal emission, and left me lying in a puddle of semen, cold sweat, and confusion. The taste of fear lingered into the day, now even to this day.

Now Gina intended to force me to stand before a foreign public to endure shame, disgrace and sexual humiliation. It seemed the nightmare had returned, and again I lusted for its dread. The bars of my cock cage pressed hard; I was as engorged as the steel would permit.

Gina continued, “I took great care to show close-ups of your face so that anyone who knew you would certainly identify you. Anna will remain anonymous; the editing protects her identity. Under her gorgeous red hair flying about, her sinuous arms deftly welding the crop, her breast heaving with effort, the woman with the whip is envisioned as a mature and assured Any-Woman, dealing justice to man. Her privacy, and that of the women whose slits you serviced, has been protected. Yours has not. When the film comes out in general release, all of your old girl friends will surely recognize your face and, of course, that lovely cock of yours.

“Anna’s amazing connections will assure the widest possible publicity and controversy over the film. It will be as if you were dragged naked down the entire world’s Main Street for all to marvel at, for all to mock and deride. It will be a public object lesson, a cultural watershed, the rising of female supremacy. Aren’t you proud to serve the ‘Cause’ so selflessly?

“Our publicity tour will eschew the trash TV talk route. We will aim for discussion amongst literary critics and academics, then perhaps news magazines or concede an interview to higher end television talk. How would you describe the joy of having your balls whipped to a distinguished female newsreader on prime time television? Or would you prefer a younger, prettier news whore on a tacky morning program?”

This was insane. I thought, “It will never happen. Gina must be joking, pulling my chain. Ok, dear pull my chain all you like. I am here solely for your amusement; make a fool of me. I know exactly what I am what I am to do—put one knee in front of the other, without questions or doubts, and crawl any plank at your command. I am your puppet.”

Gina laughed, “Oh I see that skeptical look. Don’t worry honey; I haven’t gone mad. Maybe Anna and Ashley are a little addled. All that crusading is their project, and most of it probably won’t happen, at least not as they scheme. The political controversy, the ‘Cause’—it’s all too calculated and ambitious. That is not the way the world works; not the way things change, but Anna won’t quit. Something more subtle, more indirect is likely required. But as unrealistic as this goofy plan seems, perhaps you and I will create a ripple on the waters of the great river that is humankind’s long enduring saga.

“The route to man’s heart is through his cock. If the erotic images I toss into the public market are sugar coated with ‘Art’ or ‘Politics’, or even ‘Porn’, a wider audience may swallow the medicine. When the coating melts away, the sexual medicine will remain and maybe cure at least some social pathology. The masculine imperative to dominate may be somewhat suppressed, supplanted by the release of the male’s repressed need to submit and his longing to be subjugated by women. The feminine craving to rule will be liberated, and female supremacy may ascend. We may shift the fulcrum in the male/female dynamic balance. Too much? Well if nothing else, there may be a whole lot of pussy sucking going on. That’s the theory. But theories are boring. The real point is that I am going to have some fun with you.

“My film is real, and it’s not boring. It is completed and it is beautiful. Cannes probably will happen, so you will be publicly humiliated. I had thought of dragging you out in front of the audience by your scrotum chain, but perhaps the impact would be enhanced if you were dressed as a normal, trendy, studly guy. What sort of questions do you think they will put to you? ‘Eric, was that real, or trick photography?’ Real. ‘Does having your balls whipped really hurt?’ Duh! ‘Did the lady whipping you get as hot as you did?’ ‘Do you see yourself as a loathsome pervert?’ ‘How do I get my boyfriend to let me do that?’ The discussion itself will be art, performance art. I will be filming the event. All the show offs in the audience will get to perform.

“But now it time for some real fun here and now. You have been such a good boy I have brought you a treat—cream filled pussy. Put the wine down; it’s too early for alcohol. Get in the bedroom and take off your apron. Better yet, tie that pink frilly xslot Güncel Giriş thing around your neck like a bib. I wouldn’t want any messes.”

It was quite the feast. Gina must have entertained a number of guests because her pussy was awash with come. She had been considerate and creative enough to find a way to prevent the semen from leaking out. Gina wore a silicone vaginal insert under her panties to hold the semen in. It was a common sex toy, a remote control vibrator intended to humiliate a woman by controlling her arousal in public. But Gina had discovered it’s off label use—a semen-dam intended to humiliate me.

I removed Gina’s boots and leather pants, and she reclined on a pile of pillows. Gina carefully took off her panties, raised her hips hugging the backs of her knees to hold in as much semen as possible, and then removed the semen-dam. Come oozed over the rim of her hole. She pulled her knees apart and her raw nether lips opened. The glutinous slime had thinned to translucent goo that pooled in her hole and dribbled over the rim. My cup runneth over. With a come-hither gesture Gina’s finger beckoned me to bow over her up turned, brimming slit. The smell of other men sickened me. “Lick it up quickly. I don’t want the bedding to get soiled.”

I bent over and commenced my duties. My tongue made a few quick swipes from Gina’s anus up to her slit rim to capture the viscous ooze overflowing her inflamed pussy. I came close to vomiting; my eyes watered with suppressed revulsion. I gathered myself while my tongue lingered on the raw lips of my love’s well used cunt. I hovered over Gina’s holy and faithless cup.

“I must do this. It is Gina’s wish. Don’t gag; swallow. It is her command. Remember how you made girls take your cock. Remember how they choked and gagged for you. It is time for recompense. Stifle that gag reflex; strangle that last traitorous shred of pride; be hers; suck the filth of her many lovers from her hallowed chalice.” I dipped my tongue into her hole and lapped. I rolled the viscous liquor around my mouth and swallowed. It slid down my throat and I did not vomit.

“Clean this.” Gina stuck the rubbery vibrator toy in my mouth and I sucked it clean of the slime. Gina pushed the remote and the vibrator buzzed to life in my mouth. She laughed and tossed her come soaked panties on my head as a sort of nightcap.

“Now honey, get in there and suck it up. There are so many lovely boys down at my health club. All swaggering, horny young fucks tripping over their cocks to do anything I ask. I made four of the prettiest of them save their juicy man junk for two weeks just for me, just for you really. They were bursting with come. These were not kind of boys accustomed to waiting for women, but they waited on me, all of them.

“I got the keys to the supply room in the back of the club and invited them in. I like doing it in semi public places. The guys were taken aback when they realized were not going to get me to themselves. But after two weeks, they were so horny they would do anything for me. The looks on their faces as they assembled in the supply room were precious; there was no eye contact between them, only the most surreptitious glances at their buddy’s cocks. Those arrogant studs were positively shy. Now don’t think that I didn’t love it for all the fucking, but I really did it for you, for this.”

Gina lay with her legs and hips raised careful not to spill. She dipped a finger into the pool of come in her hole and stirred the soup. “Those young, virile studs were positively loaded. The downside was they came almost instantly; the up side was they could do it over and over. They were all so horny they stayed rock hard despite their immature embarrassment over having to wait in line to get into my cunt. I do love young men and their ever-hard young cocks. You don’t mind do you? You want me to happy, right?

“Get in there baby; I am full to the brim. Eat it. Drink it. Good boy. Swallow. There’s more, suck. Think of all those young cocks using me, and think how you will never, ever, get to fuck me again. But you like it that way, right? My cunt cleaner, my tongue boy, that’s what you are now and forever.”

Gina’s labored against rising sex fervor to continue her harangue. “Your tongue is so much softer, gentler, and suppler than those clumsy boys’ cocks. Your well-trained tongue knows its craft. My pussy is raw from all the pounding of those awkward boys. Make it better. Lick it. That’s good. Reach in; there is a lot more for you. Get in there whore boy, slave, cuckold. Eat you fucking worthless piece of shit…” Gina flew off into a disjointed rant and I became nothing more to her than a machine, her tongue dildo.

Gina went on and on, calling me the vilest things, swearing, and then cooing praise at her tongue toy. While she chattered on I ate, and ate. Gina was bursting with semen. I sucked it down by the mouth full. I alternated between joy and revulsion, disgust and ecstasy. I could only sustain my effort and suppress my nausea by concentrating on the knowledge, focusing on the achievement, reveling in the truth, that I was nothing, nothing but Gina’s rapt and spellbound thrall.

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