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I wonder, will you master me this evening? Will you not only dominate me, but give me reason to submit to you? Submission isn’t easy, you see, and the only reason for doing so is love.

We both know you like to master me, and I like to be mastered. We know you like to hurt me, we know I can find pleasure in pain. Sometimes I do wonder how much….

Your idea of finding a third to join us is becoming intriguing for just that reason: It means my surrender to you. You have no idea how the idea of surrender melts me. The idea of surrender- tender touches and terse commands, sharp pain followed by soft, loving praise- is what I crave. “Do this, because I told you to do this. Yes, very good….” That is what I need.

I need to be mastered by someone who loves me, who will take pleasure from me, who will enjoy using me. I need to hear that my desire, my pain, my need is perfect, just what you want. Do you realize I love the idea of being spanked, hard, so that my bottom turns red and burns- spanked not as punishment, so otele gelen escort much as that you enjoy the sight of me squirming on your lap, you like watching my ass pinkening and then reddening, that the sounds I make turn your cock into a hot steel rod. I like the idea of being spanked and being told how pleased you are with me, that you like spanking me and that I will be spanked whenever you wish to spank me.

I like the idea of you telling me that you are going to hurt me when you do thus and such to me, and that you will enjoy it. I long to hear you telling me I will take the pain you give to me by doing something because you want it so; that this time I must bear it silently, and now this time I may cry out. That you will hold me or tie me or punish me if I do not do this thing as you wish. And the opposite of that- that you will praise me if I do as you wish, reward me with a bit of simple pleasure if I am compliant- is necessary, too.

And, oh! The very idea of never mecidiyeköy escort knowing which touch will be pure pleasure- gentle fingers on my nipples, long, loving strokes along my sides and hips, shivering licks up the small of my back and the nape of my neck- and which will bring sharp gasps of pain- cruel pinches on those tender nipples, bites to the sides of my breasts, stinging smacks on the cheeks of my bottom- is an absolute turn-on. It is not simply that I receive pleasure from pain- or that I wish to be simply used with no regard; it is that I wish you to give me tender pain, loving pain, sweetly pleasurable pain along with soft, sweet gentle touches. The paradox of pleasure and pain is all in the mix.

And the mix depends upon me knowing what you want of me, what I am doing to you. That is the paradox you face: Making me a slave to you, to use as you wish, while ensuring I know how much I please you. I love the idea of you slipping a hand between my legs and checking to see how wet I am and telling türkmen escort me that I am doing just as you wish by being so turned-on. To have you touch me, slide a finger along the slippery length of me, and then hear you say “That’s good, Baby, very, very good, you’re so nice and wet for me”, is enough to make me squirm right now. Being good for you is the turn-on for me.

It’s the reason I can allow you to take my ass. Being positioned so vulnerably is difficult enough- especially knowing what is going to happen next. The idea of you preparing me- describing how you will be slow and gentle at first because you know having your huge, hard cock slid into my ass hurts me so very much, feeling your fingers stretching and wetting my ass in preparation as you give pleasure to my nipples or clit to distract me, commanding me to slide lubricant onto your cock so you can sink in easily, instructing me to turn around and ready myself to take your cock in my ass- all while being, not mean or selfish, but lovingly commanding, is what I want. To know you relish my cries and sighs and moans and even fear, is what I need. It is the paradox of being spoken to like a beloved treasure, yet used solely for your pleasure, which I dream of when you are not near me.

You have a submissive wife, my Love; will you not master her soon?

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I grinned, as Amanda pouted and exhaled long and slow.

“The roses are beautiful, Gil. Thank you,” Amanda halfheartedly thanked me.

Amanda is forty years old. She had quit her job, three years ago, as a senior partner in a prestigious law firm, to pursue a career as an artist. We met by chance at the Art Gallery of Ontario, last year. Her work was part of the, Women In Art, exhibit. The attraction to each other was immediate. She stayed with me for three days. Three, very dirty, filthy days. She had never experienced being bound by rope. She fell in love with being bound and used, immediately.

I had purchased two dozen, Juliet Roses for her. A very prestigious gallery had her art on display and for sale. Amanda’s paintings and photography had become the talk of New York City. She had incredible talent for painting with strong colors and bold strokes. The guest list for the exclusive viewing was international. Potential buyers flew in from all over the world for the opportunity to view and bid on the art pieces.

“Genevieve, could you please put these flowers with the rest? I want to give Gil a personal tour of my latest paintings, before the show begins,” Amanda politely asked one of her assistants.

Genevieve looked to be in her late twenties. Slim, curvy in all the right places, and she was killing the, little black dress and Christian Louboutin’s stilettos she was wearing.

Amanda wrapped both her arms around one of mine and squeezed her breasts against my arm as she led me to her paintings.

“You didn’t like the Juliet Roses, Amanda?” I asked as we walked to the viewing room.

“I love them, Gil. I am not being ungrateful. I was hoping for a less traditional congratulatory gift. Something more,” she giggled and squeezed my arm tighter, “you.”

I chuckled and replied, “I would never have gotten passed the armed security guards with that kind of gift.”

She stopped and grinned, “I would hope not!” Then coyly asked me, “I thought all Canadians were extremely proper and polite? Why are you so different?”

I laughed, “I am always gentleman, when I am in the presence of a lovely lady, in public.”

“In public, you are the perfect gentleman, Gil. I was referring to your lack of politeness in the bedroom,” she replied with a smirk.

“Ahh, that. As I recall, you didn’t complain about my ungentlemanly behavior in my bedroom,” I grinned.

Amanda lifted her head and whispered, “You were fucking unbelievable. I get soaked, just thinking about all the nasty, depraved, filthy things you did to me, and made me do.”

“Dirty girl,” I growled into her ear and kissed her cheek.

“Fuck,” she panted and shivered. “You should fuck me right now, Gil. There are dozens of empty rooms in this building we could sneak off to.”

“Your exhibit is set to start in a few minutes. Show me your new works. We can discuss fucking, after.”

Amanda huffed and replied, “I should have worn panties. If I stand next to you any longer, I am going to leave a puddle on the floor.”

I laughed and followed her to the new paintings. They were her trademark offerings. Vivid colors that screamed out at you. The strokes were bold, deliberate, and took on a life of their own. As if they were trying to break free of the invisible force that was holding them to the canvas. There was nothing subtle in any of her creations. There is nothing subtle about Amanda. She is strong, independent and has a brilliant mind. My cock began to stiffen, as I watched the wiggle in her hips as she walked away from me.

Amanda walked to the last painting that was hung on the wall and stood next to it. She placed her left hand on the top of the frame, smiled and asked, “Do you know what this is, Gil?”

I studied the painting for a moment. It was slightly different in color than her usual works. The tones weren’t as bright or as bold as the others. She had exclusively used flesh tones for a singular purpose.

“It looks like a close up of something pressing into flesh, Amanda. The pattern closely resembles a twisted, not braided, rope pattern on skin,” I replied with a smirk.

“Do you like it?” she coyly asked as she walked to me.

“I do, Amanda. Very much,” I replied. “What inspired you to paint that?”

“It came to me as I was masturbating one morning. Months after our first time together. I was imagining you tying me up, and it hit me. What does flesh look like, when it’s bound, through the rope? What if rope was transparent, like glass? I came hard, recovered, and started painting this. I am very pleased with it. It’s not for sale, I’m holding on to it for a while,” she explained to me as she placed her hands on my chest and rubbed her body against mine. “Move to New York, Gil. Be my muse. Move in with me. You may come and go as you please.”

“Your muse?” I chuckled.

She winked at me and replied, “Forget being my muse. Move in with me, tie me up, and fuck me senseless, morning, noon and night.”

I laughed and replied, “That’s all I am to you, Amanda, levent escort a piece of meat? I thought we were friends. A lesser man might be crushed.”

“I love your meat, you bad, bad man,” she snickered.

A tinny voice came over the PA and announced that the show was about to start.

Amanda huffed, kissed me and said, “I have to go. After the show I have to catch a flight to, Hawaii. You should have fucked me, Gil. I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

She winked at me as she walked away.

I made small talk with some of the guests, as Amanda made her rounds and socialized with her potential customers. I excused myself from the small group I was chatting with, and went out to the courtyard for a cigarette. I spotted Genevieve in the courtyard, smoking, and sipping on a flute of champagne. She was standing with her back to me. My lighter died on me. I walked to Genevieve in hopes that I might bum a light off of her.

“Excuse me,” I called out to her as I approached her.

Genevieve turned around and half snarled, “I’m a lesbian, I’m married with seven children, I hate all men. So don’t waste your time. And if you put your hands on me, I’ll bite your face off.”

I chuckled and replied, “I’m very happy for you. I was going to ask you for a light, but I can see that you want to be left alone. Forgive the intrusion. I rather like my face the way it is.”

She stared at me for a moment and chuckled as she reached into her purse and took out her lighter. “I’m sorry. I’ve been hit on all night, and some guy keeps grabbing my ass every chance he gets.”

“No need for an explanation. That’s a very privileged and powerful crowd in there. It doesn’t excuse that kind rude and inappropriate behavior. I’m Gil. You work with Amanda, Genevieve, right?” I smiled at her.

“I do, and I am. You’re the guy that brought her the two dozen, Juliet Roses. They are very beautiful. You have great taste in flowers,” she replied.

I lit up my cigarette and handed the lighter back to Genevieve, and said, “Thank you. I’ll leave you alone. It sounds like you’re having a rough night.”

“No, please. Stay and talk with me. You’re the first man that treated me like a person, and not like something for sale. And thank you for not saying that I work ‘for’ Amanda,” she smiled and held on to my extended hand.

“At your service, Lady Genevieve. I will stay and chat, but be warned, I have pepper spray and will use it, if you try to grab my ass,” I chuckled and winked at her.

She laughed and replied, “Your ass is safe, you have my word, Gil,” she crossed her heart and laughed again. “You’re from, Toronto. Amanda mentioned that you would be attending the exhibit. She speaks very highly of you.”

I smiled at her. “Yes, that’s me. Are you accompanying Amanda to, Hawaii?”

“Oh how I wish! I have to stay here and co-ordinate the shipping of the pieces that are sold tonight. It is an incredibly, complex and time consuming procedure to ship art overseas,” Genevieve sighed in disappointment.

Amanda approached us and asked, “What are you two up to?”

Genevieve laughed and replied, “You should have introduced me to Gil earlier. I bit his head off a few minutes ago.”

“He let you get away with it? You’re not getting soft on me, are you, Gil?” Amanda snickered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Amanda,” I chuckled.

Amanda grinned at Genevieve as she positioned herself in front of me, pressed her back against my body, grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. “Show Genevieve what you do to women who don’t obey you, Gil,” she cooed and winked at Genevieve.

“Only if Genevieve agrees, I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong impression of Canadians,” I calmly replied as I stared at Genevieve.

Amanda chuckled and replied, “Genevieve needs some fun in her life. It’s been months since she’s gotten properly fucked all because her ex-boyfriend cheated on her. Such a shame, that a beautiful young lady with a body to die for isn’t getting fucked properly. Promise me you’ll make her smile again, Gil. She has a lovely smile and I miss seeing her happy.”

Genevieve blushed and quickly replied, “I think I’ll give you two some privacy.” She didn’t make a move to leave. Her eyes were glued to my hands crushing Amanda’s breasts.

I slid one hand down across Amanda’s tight belly and grabbed her pussy. Amanda shivered and moaned as she thrust her hips to meet my hand.

“Fuck, Gil!” Amanda gasped, “Make me your whore again, right here, please!”

Genevieve was shocked and aroused at the lecherous and wild abandon that engulfed Amanda. When she heard Amanda refer to herself as a whore, her pussy clamped tight and a shiver ran up her spine. The Champaign flute slipped through her finger and shattered on the cement floor.

“I’m so fucking close, Genevieve. Please stay and watch Gil fuck me. You watching us, is making this so much hotter,” Amanda gasped as she pleaded and extended her hands to Genevieve.

I pushed mecidiyeköy escort on Amanda shoulders, bent her over and slapped her ass hard.

Genevieve jumped with a start at the loud smack as my hand made contact with Amada’s ass. She hesitantly reached for Amanda’s pleading, outstretched hands and squeezed tight.

“Good girl, Genevieve,” Amanda purred. “Where should Gil stick his big, thick cock, in my pussy or in my ass? Pick Genevieve, quickly, before I cum!”

Genevieve’s head was spinning. Her pussy was soaked and on fire. She never imagined she’d be part of anything like this. She had no idea why she didn’t walk away, and why she took Amanda’s hands. She was frozen to the spot. Wanting, and not wanting to be part of what was unfolding before her at the same time. Her boss was going to get fucked, and she was going to choose if it was going to be in her ass or pussy.

I undid my zipper and pulled out my rock hard cock. “I choose, whore. Not Genevieve, not you,” I growled at the two sexy women.

I lifted Amanda’s gown over her hips and drove my cock balls deep in her ass with a quick, hard thrust of my hips.

“Fu-u-ck!” Amanda squealed out as her ass stretched and a slow burn filled her insides.

“You filthy whore,” I growled as I grabbed a hand full of Amanda’s hair and pulled her head back. “Look at Genevieve and tell her how much you love having your whore ass fucked.”

Amanda moaned and panted to Genevieve, “I love getting my whore ass fucked, hard and rough! Keep looking at me, please, Genevieve! I’m so fucking close! Watch me cum!”

Genevieve was transfixed. Her insides hummed, her body was shaking nervously, her clit ached and pounded to the quick beat of her heart. I pulled my cock out of Amanda’s ass and drove it back inside her, harder than the first thrust. She moaned and grabbed one of Genevieve’s arms with both hands as she spread her legs wider.

Genevieve stared wide eyed at the lustful, euphoric expression on Amanda’s face. She thought about rubbing her pussy with her free hand, but couldn’t find the courage.

“Lift your dress, Genevieve. Show me your cunt,” I growled at her.

She jumped with a start and nervously shook her head. “I-I-I can’t,” she meekly stuttered her reply.

“You can, and you will,” I grinned as I pulled my cock out of Amanda.

“Nooo! Please, Gil! I’m so fucking close!” Amanda vehemently protested at the sudden, empty feeling in her ass.

“It’s up to the lovely Genevieve, Amanda. If she doesn’t show me her cunt, which is surely dripping wet, I’m putting my cock away and going back inside,” I calmly informed them.

Genevieve stared at me for a second. “Okay, I will,” she replied softly.

“You will what?” I grinned at her.

“I’ll lift my dress,” she replied.

“You’ll lift your dress and what, Genevieve?”

She swallowed hard, her cheeks burned with heat as she replied, “I’ll lift my dress and show you my cunt, just as asked me to.”

“Mmm, good girl,” I growled and thrust my cock back into Amanda’s ass.

Genevieve grabbed the hem of her little black dress and lifted it over her hips. She was smooth and hairless between her legs. The slit of her cunt glistened in the pale moonlight. She felt a rush of heat travel to her face again, as she watched me devour the wetness between her legs with my gaze.

“You have a lovely cunt, Genevieve. It is a shame that no one is paying it, and the rest of your body, proper attention. You are stunningly beautiful,” I complimented her as I pounded Amanda’s ass hard and deep.

I slapped Amanda’s ass, gripped her hips with both hands, buried my cock balls deep in her ass, and growled, “Cum, whore!”

Amanda closed her eyes, clenched her jaw, and tried to hold of the tidal wave that was building inside her. Her mouth shot open and froze, her eyes opened wide as her body began to shake uncontrollably. She gripped tighter on to Genevieve’s arm. Her knees buckled and she let out long shriek as the tidal wave tore through her insides.

Genevieve was getting more excited. The force of each thrust of my cock in Amanda’s ass, traveled up her arm and shot through her body. Watching Amanda cum made her gasp and moan, wishing it was her that was cumming so hard.

I pulled out of Amada’s ass when she stopped shaking. I turned her around by her hair and forced her to her knees. “Suck your ass of my cock, whore,” I calmly ordered.

“Y-yes, Sir,” Amanda purred and took my throbbing cock into her mouth.

I turned my gaze to Genevieve and grinned. She was standing perfectly still, staring at Amanda sucking and licking at my cock. “Genevieve,” I snapped her out of her trance. “Would you like to cum?”

She hesitated and shook her head unconvincingly.

Amanda’s mouth was bringing me closer to climax. She was a master at sucking cock. Always the right amount of tongue, lips, throat and teeth. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock down her throat. My balls tightened, I growled and shot my load down kağıthane escort her throat.

Amanda swallowed eagerly, till I had emptied my balls. She sucked on the tip of my cock, to get the last droplet of cum.

“Mmm, delicious. Thank you, Sir,” She purred as she smiled up at me.

She stood up, adjusted her gown and turned to Genevieve, “Thank you, it was incredibly hot having you watch me as I got ass fucked and came.” She kissed Genevieve on both cheeks and winked, “I’m off to the little girls room to freshen up.”

I kept staring at Genevieve’s thighs and pussy. I could see quivers shooting through her. Her thigh muscles rippled each time she shivered. I walked to her and grabbed her chin with my left hand. “Your turn,” I softly growled in her ear.

I spun her around and gripped her throat with one hand. I slid my other hand across her heaving breasts, down across her belly and raked my fingertips over her pussy. She gasped and her knees buckled. I pulled her tighter against me.

“Cum!” I growled at her as I slapped her dripping slit.

I squeezed her throat tighter, her breath gurgled deep in her throat as she struggled to breathe.

“Cum!” I growled, and again and slapped her dripping slit.

Her cunt was plump and soft. My fingers were covered in her slickness.

“Cum!” I growled at her as I squeezed her cunt.

She gasped, shook uncontrollably, and went limp in my arms. Suddenly, her body stiffened, she crossed her legs and screamed out into the night. When her lungs were depleted of air, she took a deep, loud, raspy breath and tried to get her footing. I held on to her till she got her footing and senses back.

I grabbed the pack of cigarettes out of my jacket pocket and offered Genevieve one. She took one with a shaky hand, “Thank you, Gil. I need one after that.”

She fumbled for her lighter in her purse. I placed my hand on hers and said, “Let me do that.” I took the lighter and offered her a light, then sparked up my cigarette.

“Thank you,” she said after she took a long drag and exhaled the smoke. “That was amazing, I mean thank you for that. I was long overdue.”

“Your dress is still hiked up over your hips, Genevieve,” I smiled at her.

“Oh fuck!” she panicked and pulled the dress down.

I laughed and said, “I should have kept my mouth shut. My cock was getting hard again.”

“I have never done anything like that, Gil. I’m a little confused right now,” she nervously confessed.

“Take your time, Genevieve. You’ll figure out how all this made you feel,” I smiled at her.

“You were very rough with Amanda. Do you think you hurt her? Do you care if you hurt her?” she calmly asked.

“Of course I care if I hurt her. I would never intentionally hurt anyone. She likes being treated very rough. Pain, intensifies her arousal,” I replied.

“I have been fucked hard a few times, never that savagely though, or called a whore.”

“It’s not for everyone, Genevieve.”

“I guess not,” she chuckled.

“I’m going back inside,” I said to her as I crushed the cigarette out on the floor with my foot.

“I guess I’m too boring for you,” she chuckled.

“Not at all. You’re making my cock hard again. You look like you walked out of a Robert Palmer video, irresistable. What I want to do to you, I can’t do out here,” I winked at Genevieve and made my way inside.

She smiled to herself as I walked away. The thought of being irresistible to a man pleased her.

Amanda walked up to me after she had freshened up. She placed the palms of her hands on my cheeks and kissed me softly on the lips. “Thank you, Gil. I needed that,” she grinned.

“My pleasure, Amanda. I will say goodnight, please say goodnight to Genevieve for me,” I grinned back.

“I wish we had more time together,” she pouted.

“Next time you’re in, Toronto, I’ll clear my calendar for a few days,” I smiled, pulled her close to me, kissed her hard, and left.

Amanda spotted Genevieve scanning the crowd from a corner and walked to her. “So, did you get yourself off before you came back in?” she snickered.

Genevieve blushed and grinned at Amanda.

“Slut!’ Amanda chuckled, “Gil left. He asked me to say goodnight to you. If that’s who you’re scanning the room for,” Amanda coyly informed her.

“Why wouldn’t he say goodnight to me?” Genevieve asked in a louder voice than she had intended to.

Amanda grinned and replied, “That’s Gil. You look disappointed. Are you interested in getting to know him better, Genevieve?”

“No! Not at all! It’s just that he…” she stopped mid-sentence. “I mean, I would have liked to have said good night to him, that’s all.”

“I have his cell number, if you want to call him and say good night,” Amanda teased.

“I’m not interested in him that way, Amanda. He is kind of scary. Not my type at all.”

“Don’t say I didn’t offer. He’s only in town for two more days. Let me know if you change your mind, Genevieve,” Amanda grinned. “If I may say so, Genevieve, you were more than willing to lift your dress for him and show him your pussy.”

Genevieve shuffled her feet slightly, an involuntary reaction to the heat that flared between her legs at the memory of being ordered to lift her dress and put her cunt on display.

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She wasn’t coming.

It was five to six and she hadn’t arrived yet. Hunter knew he was being insecure. A woman like Athena had the kind of pride that kept her from hiding from men like him. Nonetheless, when his doorbell rang at six pm sharp, it was as if his entire body breathed a sigh of relief. His lady had come to him.

She was wearing a severe grey pantsuit and high heeled boots. Her hair was secured to the back of her head with a large clip and her face was free of make up save the blood red she’d painted her beautiful lips. Her intentions would have been clear to anyone. Athena was trying to appear unattractive so that he would go easy on her. It was a cheap trick and they both knew it. Hunter had no intention of going easy; he would see it all, have it all, before the night was over.

“You look nervous.” he told her.

“I’m not” she said with a lift of her chin.

As Hunter closed the space between them, Athena stood her ground.

“Good” Hunter said, taking a step towards her, “Because I’m going to touch you here…” he ran the tip of his finger over her breast “…and I’m going to have you here…” he’d moved behind her and curved his hand over her buttocks “…and here” he moved in front of her and slid his hand between her legs, “…and by the end of tonight, you’ll tell me you belong to me,” she could tell him anything she wanted, but her body couldn’t. His touch, his insolent scrutiny, was making her wet. He could feel it.

“I belong to no one,” she retorted with lethal precision.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied calmly “I think it fair to assume you’ve come to fulfill our agreement. Complete and total submission; body and soul, for one night,”

Despite her excitement, to Athena, his words sounded like a death sentence.

“I’m an honourable woman. I’ve come to prove it.”

“Good…then no more insolence. Think whatever the fuck you want…but tonight, you are MINE,”

Athena only blinked, and bowed her head.

“Good girl. Now follow me”

He led her down the hallway to his bedroom. He didn’t bother looking back to see if she was following. They both knew it was too late to turn back now. It was a Dom’s paradise: a large, four poster bed with restraints attached to every post and covered with black satin sheets. Beside it was a sturdy chest of drawers that provided easy access to toys, towels and implements of torture.

“Nice digs” she said with grudging admiration. She didn’t want to like this man; he was an enemy.

“I thought you’d like it” Hunter said with a smile, and then he commanded, with a firm tone in his voice. “Strip, Athena. Bra and panties is fine for now,”

“Do you want me to take them off, or do a strip tease,” Athena asked sarcastically, then hissed her irritation when Hunter slapped her ass hard.

“No sarcasm, Athena. I ordered you to strip,”

Athena glared at him as she undid the buttons on her jacket. With a shrug, it fell to the floor. She then removed her boots, blouse and trousers.

Hunter walked around her, examining the feminine slope of her back, the long, slightly muscled legs, flat stomach, and breasts shaped for a man’s hands. Her ass was luscious. Two perfectly shaped, golden brown orbs enhanced by a black lace thong.

Athena’s eyes squeezed shut, fighting the combination of arousal and shame as Hunter slid his hands lasciviously over her body. The man aroused her more than any had in a long time.

Standing before her in tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt, he looked delicious. She’d always had a thing for men in denim. It looked like Hunter intended to exploit every advantage he thought he had, and she hated him for it.

Just get it over with, she told herself. Get it over with, go home, and torture your slaves until Hunter’s memory is purged forever.

“You’re gorgeous,” Hunter said, not bothering to hide the blatant male appreciation in his voice. Male appreciation was something she was familiar with, so Athena didn’t understand why Hunter’s reaction pleased her so much.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

With a deep breath, Athena opened her eyes.

“I think we’ll start tonight with honesty…” he began, locking his eyes with hers. “I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer truthfully. If I think for one second that you’re lying, you will be punished. Understand?”

“People like you tend to confuse insolence with honesty. I’m not so sure I want to take that chance,” she said coldly.

“You don’t have much choice do bebek escort you, Athena?”

He said her name as though he were savouring it.

Athena glared at him, her breasts rising and falling with irritation, but she nodded in acknowledgement.

“Good,” Hunter said with a smile, “How do you feel?” he asked her.

“I feel like fighting you. I don’t want to be here and I don’t like the way you’re treating me,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Why?”

“I feel like I’m setting women back hundreds of years,”

“How?”

“By the very act of submitting to you,” Athena replied. “I don’t think very highly of male Dominants,” She continued, “I think you chose female slaves out of hatred and contempt for women. You treat us like sex objects to compensate for the fact that you men are becoming increasingly obsolete,”

Athena braced herself for a slap. She knew she’d said too much. Had she been in Hunter’s shoes, the offender would be on his knees, covered in welts and begging for mercy.

To her surprise, she saw no aggression, no anger in Hunter’s face, only curiosity.

“Go on,” was all he said.

Athena had no idea what he was playing at, but she complied anyway. To hell with the consequences, she was out of there at dawn anyway.

“In North America and most of Europe, with equal employment opportunities, men are no longer needed as the sole provider for their wives and children. With the development of artificial insemination, and the number of sperm donors out there, you boys aren’t needed to have children either. Thanks to modern technology, a vibrator has become an acceptable substitute for sex with a man. As far as I’m concerned, you Male Dominants whip women and call them sluts in an attempt to convince yourselves that despite all our new found freedom, we’re nothing but whores who can’t live without a good deep dicking,” she said, her final words dripping with contempt.[A2] “Well said,” Hunter said with a tilt of his head, “But that doesn’t account for the hundreds of women who willingly submit,”

“Masochists,” she said dismissively “Women who hate themselves for being born. They turn to male Doms because they think that’s the way it should be. The big strong male subduing the helpless female,”

“But how would you know if you’ve never submitted?”

“I’ve been a slave before,”

“You might have been a slave before, but did you submit?”

Athena hesitated.

“Did you submit?” Hunter asked more strongly. Grabbing her chin in his hand, he forced her to look into his eyes when she answered.

“No. Not completely,” she said at last.

“Then your argument is null and void. In the past, I’ve spent as much time beneath the lash as I have wielding it, and I can tell you that you’ll never know what it’s like to receive the ultimate submission, until you’ve surrendered yourself,”

“A pretty speech, but I think its bullshit,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Think what you want. It won’t affect tonight’s outcome. How long has it been since you’ve had sex?” he asked abruptly.

“With a man? About a year,”

“Why so long?”

“I fuck, I don’t get fucked. When I have sex, it’s with a vibrator or dildo. I don’t need the bullshit that comes with having sex with a man.”

“Ever been on the receiving end of anal sex”

“No,”

“Have you ever fucked a woman?”

“All the time,”

“Are you the butch or the female?”

“The butch,”

“Why?”

“I don’t like to lose control.”

Hunter nodded in understanding.

“I think that’s all the answers I need. Take off your bra and panties and get onto the bed,” he told her.

He’d been playing around long enough. It was time to start breaking her.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she unclasped her bra, slid her panties down her legs and climbed onto the large bed. Once she regained her honour, she could go home and forget him. Until then, she had to let the fool have his fun.

“Spread your legs”

She moved her ankles apart.

“Wider…Hold yourself open for me”

Athena glared at him before she spread her legs even wider and obediently slid her hands down her body. Biting back the shame, she parted her cunt lips, resisting the urge to kick him as he crawled onto the bed and bent to get a better look.

“Beautiful…” he murmured, admiring the perfect petals of flesh and immaculately trimmed pubic hair, “…Absolutely beautiful… This is making you wet isn’t it?”

Athena bit mecidiyeköy escort her lips, refusing to answer.

“You like being this exposed…” he continued, his eyes never leaving her cunt, “You’re just too stubborn to admit it,” he said, and with those words, he slid a finger inside her. Ignoring her gasps, he pulled it out to show her the wetness glistening on his finger, and, with his eyes fused to hers, he slowly sucked it off, tasting her, savouring her.

“Stand up Athena,” he commanded.

With a grunt of irritation, she pushed herself off the bed and stood before him, stark naked, her breasts slowly rising and falling with controlled arousal. Hunter stared at her breasts and cupped them. Just as he thought, they fit perfectly in his hands.

“You are mine,” he told her, pinching her nipples. Athena gasped and closed her eyes, turning her head away from him.

“Never!” she said with clenched teeth.

“Mine” he repeated, sliding a hand over her torso and between her thighs.

“You are deliciously wet” he told her, squeezing her nipple with his free hand until she opened her eyes. In them he could see excitement, shame and rage all fighting for dominance inside her.

“My body may enjoy this…but I never wanted to submit to it,” she said, breathing heavily through clenched teeth.

“On some level you did. Turn around Athena,” he commanded, his voice deepening.

“I never did!” she spat, turning around. She regretted her words instantly. Before she could fight him off, he’d shackled her wrists to the front posts of the bed. With her arms above her head, she could do nothing to stop what he planned for her. She was a slave. Totally at his mercy…no more than body made for his pleasure, and while her body craved what was coming, in her mind she hated it.

Hated the wanting, the helplessness, and the dark addictive shame.

“I’ve heard enough insolence from you…it is time you learned what it means to be bent to another’s will. You can claim you’re doing this to regain your honour, but that doesn’t matter. There’s fuck all you can do escape me! You are mine!” he punctuated his words by bringing a riding crop down on her ass.

“Mine!” he said whipping her again.

“Mine! Mine! Mine!” he whipped her again and again, until the welts rose on her ass and she was biting her lip to keep from gasping in pain.

A moment later, she heard the crop hit the floor. Hunter moved onto the bed in front of her. Cupping her chin in his hand, Hunter kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and biting her lips. The kiss was meant to brand her, but Athena had played this game before. With a growl she threw herself into the kiss, biting his lip and forcing his tongue to duel with hers. She was fighting him, fighting the arousal, fighting her helplessness. She was no slave.

Hunter had other plans. With all his strength, he forced his lips from hers and slid them down her neck. When he arrived at her breasts, he reached into his pocket. He sucked her nipples slowly until they swelled under his lips and tongue; until Athena began to arch herself involuntarily against him. Bringing his hands up to her breasts, he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Athena gasped as something clipped her left nipple, and then moaned as Hunter clamped the other.

“I believe you’re familiar with these,” he said, applying the connecting chain, “Have you ever worn them yourself?”

Athena wouldn’t answer…so Hunter tightened the clamps, watching the tortured ecstasy on her face at each exquisite pinch.

“No!” she screamed at last, arching her back towards him as he pulled on the chain.

“It’s a shame…” he said, moving behind her.

“Go fuck yourself!” she hissed.

From behind her, Athena heard her him pick up the crop. In desperation she writhed, trying to dislodge the clamps from her nipples while at the same time attempting to squirm away from the hot kiss of the whip. She knew her struggles were futile, but that didn’t seem to stop her. No matter how hard he struck her, Athena refused to beg. He could tear her to shreds, but she would never plead for mercy. She was no slave.

Though she would never admit it, she fought herself as much as she fought him.

Hunter whipped her on the ass, back and thighs over and over, until his arms grew tired. She was a stubborn woman. For all he’d been doing to her, she’d never begged him to go easy. Breaking her was proving a more delicious challenge florya escort than he thought. He whipped her again and again, until the golden brown skin had turned deep red, and welts rose all over her beautiful satin skin. Dropping the crop, he stepped towards her and placed his lips at her ear.

“You’re a wilful slave” he said, placing deliberate emphasis on the last word. “I’ve whipped you, clamped you, and bound you and yet you never beg…” he bit down on the side of her neck and pulled the connecting chain of her nipple clamps, “Let’s see what happens when I fuck you.”

From behind her Athena heard plastic tearing before Hunter’s strong hands grabbed her hips, pulled her back against him, and eased the head of his cock inside her.

As he moved deeper, she could feel her eyes roll backward. He felt so good.

His cock was the perfect shape…as though it had been made for her. It had been too damn long she’d had sex.

She was angry with him, she knew she was. She was no slave; no sex object to touch, whip and fuck, she hated her helplessness, and yet… The rage, the shame, the whippings, and the clamps had all caused an arousal that had bordered on excruciating pain.

He intended to torture her, she knew he did. With every stroke inside her, the head of his cock rubbed her G-spot. Nonetheless, whenever she made it to the brink of orgasm, he simply slowed his thrusts or stopped moving. He repeated this several times, and the torment caused her to whimper, and tears to roll down her cheeks. To make matters worse, Hunter’s hands slid around her. While he teased her clit with the fingertips of one hand, he pulled on her nipple clamps with the other. She wanted to kill him.

He brought her to the brink over and over again, bringing her to the edge, waiting until she calmed down, and then bringing her up again. He wanted her so desperate she would do anything, anything to ease the pressure inside her.

“You need to come don’t you?” he whispered in her ear, his deep, sexy voice a torture in itself.

In response, Athena leant her head back against his shoulder, breathing heavily.

“That’s not good enough” he said, flicking her clamps with his fingers.

Athena gasped but said nothing.

Hunter pressed hard on her clit and thrust once, deep inside her. Athena moaned.

“Beg me, Athena,” he commanded as her inner muscles clutched frantically at his cock. She tried to lunge backwards but he moved with her.

“Beg me,” he whispered again, spreading the lips of her cunt wide with his fingers, letting cool air of the room stimulate her where she was most sensitive.

“No!” she screamed.

“You may be proud, but I can feel how much you need me,” he said huskily, “You’re soaking the both of us in your arousal. Give in to me Athena. I know you can’t last much longer, and I can go at this for hours. Teasing you, tormenting you, taking you to the brink and leaving you there without ever letting you go over. What you don’t seem to realise is that the power to come is all yours. All you have to do is beg me. Empower me with the privilege of pleasuring you,” Hunter breathed in her ear, fighting for control. Her inner struggle was more arousing than anything he’d ever felt. He’d never seen someone fight it this much. They’d been fucking for over an hour now, and she had yet to utter a single plea. With his teeth clenched, Hunter thrust hard inside her and made three circles around her clit with his fingers, teasing it, but never actually touching it.

“Please…” Athena whispered at last.

“Please what?” he asked, tightening her clamps.

“Please…let me come. I need to come” she moaned, hating her helplessness. Hating that she needed him this badly.

Hunter pressed inside her, and she arched.

“Please… I beg you, do with me what you will, but PLEASE let me come!” she cried, straining against her bonds, trying to absorb him into her skin. She needed him. She would die if she didn’t have him.

It wasn’t quite what he wanted to hear, but for now it was more than enough. Please was the ultimate word of submission, and he’d finally forced it out of her. With a growl he thrust brutally inside her.

Athena writhed on him, under his teasing fingers, for at that moment she needed nothing more than his tongue on her neck, his hands on her body, and his cock inside her. When she came violently a moment later, her hips rocked savagely against him while her muscles squeezed his cock in an effort to possess him. The strength of her orgasm, the depth of her pleasure, was enough to send him over the edge. At that very moment, he was as much a slave to her as she was to him. In those brief moments in the aftermath orgasm, they were no longer master and slave, but two equals, completely lost…

In each other.

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This is the second chapter of how I fell in love. The characters are above 18 and fictional.

All suggestions are appreciated.

If I get positive response, I will write the third part and it will be from Aiden’s pov.

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*****

Our waitress parcelled our pancakes and handed it to Aiden. She gave me my coffee in a take away. Carrying our stuff, we left for class.

The entire day went horribly. We had a class on thermodynamics and I idly wondered whether my internal energy had decreased resulting in an increase in his. I kept noticing him throughout the day. He seemed his usual self. But my view had changed. A part of me saw him as a sexy body with a massive cock that only I knew about. Every now and then I would stare at it. And every time I would, I stared for a little longer.

Another part of me wanted to run away. He was a sadist, by his own admission. And the things he did yesterday. I didn’t wanna be his masochist. But I also didn’t want him to leave. He was my best friend. And worse, I was his only friend.

Could there be a mid way between the extreme cases? Like not entirely out of his life and not his girlfriend. Yeah well I was already mid way and now he expected me to choose one.

I decided to have nothing to do with him. I didn’t want to wake up with my virginity taken leaving me with broken bones and body that looks like one from a terrible accident.

–

I was standing at his doorstep, in deep contemplation whether to confront him or not.

‘Nah! I am leaving’ I thought to myself and turned around only to see his mom walking up the stairs and smiling at me. She was carrying groceries and I immediately rushed to help her with bags.

“Aiden told me you’d be coming today. How are you?” she asked.

What? He was sure I would come? How did he fucking know my decision before even I’d made it?

“I am ok. How are you Mrs.D?”

“I’m all good. How are things between you two?” she asked as she opened the door.

“What?” I asked unsure as to what she was referring to.

“He said you guys were going through a rough patch in your friendship. I hope all works out.” she said.

Rough patch? More like rough everything.

“Sure Mrs.D” I said and keeping the bags on the counter I headed for Aiden’s bedroom.

The door was ajar. He was wearing a tee and shorts as usual, sitting on his laptop doing some shit.

“I have to go out again dear. I forgot few things. I will be back in an hour. Kids, help yourself if you are hungry. And Aiden, I know Amy; force feed her if you have to.” Mrs.D said and walked away.

Her footsteps were evident and then we heard the door slam.

“You’re here.” He said and his eyes lit up.

“Yes, I am here.”

“So, you want to be in a relationship?”

“No!” I yelled.

He quickly strode towards me and kissed my mouth, pushing me hard against the wall.

I was kissing him back. My mouth invading his. My hands went to feel his arms and also to steady myself. His hands pushed my knees up and soon my legs were wrapped around his waist. My hands went lower on his chest and down when he suddenly said, “No! Keep your hands on my shoulder.”

I obeyed and he took my mouth again. All reason left me. Why was I here trussed up against a wall, mouth against his, when I had decided that I would be leaving him?

He didn’t seem to lose passion for a second. I thought we’d end up in this position forever. But he stopped for breath and I took my opportunity to speak, “We need to talk.” I said panting.

But his mouth was on me again. Looked like he didn’t want to talk. And if he was kissing me like that I didn’t want to talk either.

But of course we were going to do more than kissing. We had to talk. But he was tonguing me oh so smoothly. I bit on his tongue, purposely. I thought that would make him stop, but he groaned and I felt something between our legs.

It took a while for me to realise that it was his cock, and he had started to gently rub his crotch against me.

I moaned at the memory of yesterday when I was sucking his cock and started sucking on his tongue.

I was just getting into the kiss and really enjoying myself when he—released me and took a step back.

I leaned against the wall and found some support to stand upright. His eyes burned into mine. With just a look, I was getting beyond aroused.

I looked at him with lust for the first time. I took in his sharp features, blue eyes, nose, tousled sexy hair and clean shaved cheeks, and red juicy lips. His tall broad frame, with a chest that promised to me warm when snuggling, his taut stomach, long arms and forearms, which for some reason made me hot. His legs that were proportional to his body and finally a well hung cock, and oh, I remembered his butt. He was sex itself, I thought.

“You done thinking what you’re thinking?” he asked and I came back to him.

“Yeah. We need to talk.” I said unsure of what. I just wanted to go back to kissing.

“Yeah. Sit.” He gestured özbek escort to the chair and I took it. He was still standing.

“Well. We talked some in the morning. And I saw that you were thinking about it the whole day-“he began and I cut him, “How did you know I was thinking about it?”

“Well, you were staring at me the whole day.” He shrugged.

Oh had I been that obvious!

“Well, anyways. I am sure by now you have figured out what kind of relationship I was talking about.” He said.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that this was the kind of relationship you wanted?” I said.

“I didn’t peg you for someone who would have gone out for such a relationship and my original plan was to introduce you to it slowly. But yesterday, after seeing you like that- I don’t just mean half naked, I mean immobilized- was something that I- I don’t know something flipped and I had to do something. My cock was throbbing the entire time you weren’t moving”

A blush rushed my face when he said the word ‘cock’. He stopped talking as if giving me time to adjust.

“Well. Continue.” I said quietly.

“Amy, you’re, – you’re a type A personality and I am type B. You’re a submissive and I am a… dominant.” He paused before finishing.

“I don’t know about all that.”

“Well what do you know?”

“I know that what happened yesterday was something and I want more.” I almost whispered. More being the most I knew…

“So, you just want sex?” he asked.

“Well, I am not ready for commitment. Moreover I… that was intense yesterday”

“Have you ever touched yourself Amy?”

Oh my… it had been what? Oh shit- 6 months… way too long.

“It has never felt like it did yesterday.” I almost whispered.

“How long has it been since you last masturbated, before yesterday?” his eyes were challenging me.

Should I tell?

“I lost count.” I kept my head down.

“Days? Months?” Damn he was determined and gave a hot, sly smile.

“More than 6 months.” I was very quiet.

The silence ebbed.

“Ok.” he said breaking the silence.

“We need to discuss a few things more. So you are not even ready to commit a little?” he said.

“Why do you need a commitment?”I said like it’s a filthy thing.

“I am quiet possessive about my things. I need you to belong to me and no one else.”

Oh!

“And would you belong to me?” I asked hesitantly.

“I am very monogamous.” He finished answering.

“What would our relationship be? Would you hurt me?” I asked as thoughts crossed my mind.

“Not emotionally. But physically. It turns me on to see you cry, beg, and be helpless and at my mercy.” he said.

“Umm?” I raised an eyebrow not seeing as how exactly would he accomplish that.

“Yesterday, I grabbed you by the hair and fucked your mouth. You had no control over it, and the little power you did have you gave up. You could have pushed me back, said no, but you didn’t. That’s submission- simply put. Similarly, I will spank, whip, blindfold you, tie you up, fuck you hard and you will let Me.” he said nonchalantly almost.

“Whip?” I asked, scared.

“I said so many things and yet that’s all you caught?” he said chuckling.

I smiled and blushed. He was putting forth the offer of being in a relationship rather than proposing.

“I don’t know if I want that.” I said.

“But you’ve already made your decision deep down. You already know what you want. Now it’s only a matter of pushing away other thoughts to see your decision.”

“Hmm.” This is what people mean when they say relationships are complicated. This seems to have been a good enough reason that I had been avoiding them. Whatever happened to me?

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I am thinking a lot of things.” I admitted. I felt unsure about the whole situation.

“Lemme help sweetheart.” He said and kneeled in front of me.

Achingly slowly, his lips came very close to mine. His hands crept up my thighs at the same speed. I stiffened.

“Relax sweetheart.” He said and kissed almost in a startled manner. At the same time, his hands tugged my skirt and started pulling them down.

In a languid pace, he removed my skirt and I was only sitting with my top and panties.

“It’s ok. Shhh.” he hushed when he pulled away from the kiss and I mewled.

His lips then were on my knee. He sucked the skin there, softly. He started travelling upwards and upwards and towards my…

He pressed my clit hard with his thumb through my panties. I jumped.

“Stay still or I will tie you up.” he said and I tried my best.

He tugged at my panties and shredded them. The sound of it ripping me apart. I tipped my head back and gripped the chair hard.

“Don’t come.” He said and pressed his tongue to my clit directly.

He started making alphabets on my flesh with his tongue. I could figure out some. Oh fuck, he was writing his name on me…it was overwhelming…

“I want to come.” I whined.

“No.” he said firmly against my clit. Clearly,loving mecidiyeköy escort the torture he was setting up for me.

I concentrated hard on anything asexual to avoid thinking about his naughty tongue and how he hummed at my clit. Better than any vibrator…

“Ah.” I tried to stop myself. I needed to release but having denied permission it felt like I would be committing a felony.

“I – please – let me come – I want to come.” I begged.

“No.” He said firmly.

“I will… s-suck your cock, hard and take- oh no- you to the th-throat. Please let me come.” I cried.

“This is not a negotiation. Try all it takes to not come.”

“Oh god.” I couldn’t control anymore. One more flick and that all. But he pulled away, denying it.

“Nooo” I screamed.

“Hush baby.” He said kissing my thighs.

“Please.” I mewled.

“Shh. Now half the thoughts you were thinking are already out of you. Just concentrate on one thing and one thing alone.” He looked up at me and I could bet he would have killed me with that look and I would have let him.

I had calmed down somewhat from my high.

“Stand up” he said. I complied with the blink of an eye. God! Was I eager…?

He stood up and went behind me. His finger was on my thigh. It traced a path from there to my waist. Something between a giggle and frown crossed me. My waist was highly sensitive to any touch. But strangely his touch only elicited arousal. Or maybe I was too aroused to make feel ticklish from his touch.

His hand went up further, beneath my top, riding it up as he went. Touching me with nothing more than a finger, he stroked my spine. I had goose bumps. I bit my lip, closed my eyes…who would have thought that a single touch could be this intimate, a single path traced would make me want him, make me want to surrender myself to him, oh shit- my decision was to be with him- he was correct, I only needed to focus, let my mind empty…

Should I turn around and say yes?

Suddenly his breath fell on my neck. I was once again immobilized. My mouth went slack. God, I wanted to feel that again. Please, Aiden breathe again.

Oh… he did and with it also came a hard kiss on my neck, followed by tongue and suction.

His finger went back on my thigh following the same path again, faster… as though striking a match.

I stilled as his finger slowly entered me. Gasping as every millimetre of his finger touched me there.

“I – I – virgin…” I got it out in time as he reached my hymen and I felt pain.

His hand stilled. His cheek, he pressed to me.

“Come” he whispered.

And I could hear his ragged breathing. I bucked my hips a little and gasped at the sensation. He didn’t move his hand at all. But his thumb was sticking out and as I bucked my hips, it brushed my clit.

But it hurt. He wasn’t allowing me to move much cause his finger was still in me, at the’ pain point’. I stopped moving, the pain was more now. He was pressing a little.

“Move or I break it.” He said quietly.

I felt tears again, my own, salty tears on my lips. I bucked again. His finger loosened a little.

I bucked more and more. God! I was rubbing against his hand. He is my best friend. Oh no. he’s not. I don’t know this guy anymore. But I want him.

More rubbing, I felt on the edge. Please say ‘come’. Please say ‘come’.

“Come.” He said as if having read my mind. And I gushed out my relief.

Exhaustion succumbed, snuggling on his chest, I rubbed my eyes.

He was holding me.

He was holding me?

Oh my! He was holding me!

“Hi.” He said smiling. I haven’t seen his ‘yahoo’ smile in a while now.

“Hi. What are you smiling at?” I smiled. His smile was contagious.

“You’ve made your decision. About the- relationship” he said.

“Have I? And what is it?” I said teasingly.

“I need you to say it, I need to hear it from your lovely mouth” he said, tracing the same finger on my lips.

“Yes.” I said.

“Amy, I need you to know I will hurt you.” He said. Still smiling.

“And Aiden, I need you to know I will be here.” I said it. There! I said it!

“Good girl. Now, you have to get up and get dressed.” He said firmly.

What? That’s it?

“You want to say something?” he asked.

“Yeah, you- I-” Oh shit. How do I say I want a repeat of what happened yesterday?

“Amy?” he said, eyes wide, “you want more, don’t you?” his voice was slick with amazement.

God! Why did he have to know exactly what I want?

“And not just more…”, he said, coming close and grabbing a handful of my hair, “you want…” he kissed my neck and teethed it, bit my shoulder, “…rough” he finished.

All air left my lungs.

“Get on your knees” he said.

“Oh,” it just came from my mouth in anticipation. What was he gonna do? Start fucking my mouth right away, or give me time to play some.

“Bend, on all fours. Stick your ass up sweetheart.” He said.

For the second time, all air left me. My world had stopped. No one and nothing mattered then azeri escort and there, except him and me…

I could not see him. I realised he was behind me. His hands caressed my ass. My bare ass. Where were my panties?

The thought didn’t bother me for more than a second as the first blow came. He hit me with his belt?

“Ahh-” I squeaked.

“9 more…” he said. His voice hissed and I could hear his arousal.

“Oh shit.” I said.

“Don’t talk. But you can always say ‘stop’.” He said calmer.

“Ok”

Just 9 more.

The next one came much worse. It hit my left ass cheek.

“This is for making me wait so long…” he said and boy did he sound angry!

And another blow. Oh no, this hurts.

“Even when you knew what you wanted…”more anger. His voice didn’t even hide his emotions of how much he wanted to hurt me. Oh no, his voice and his anger made it worse.

Crack. 6 more. I started crying already.

“I am sorry. Please stop.” I said it. He said I could say stop, right.

He came closer and ran a finger through my slit. I moaned. Then gasped, I was wet!

“Open”, he said and pushed his finger in my mouth. I was wet. I sucked on his finger and then he forcefully took it out of my mouth.

He hit me again, but with his hand. I moaned. This was much more arousing than the belt. It hurt but I loved this kind of hurt.

“This is better. Hmm?” he said.

“Hmm” I said cooing almost. Begging for him to do it again, I pushed my ass up.

“Now, I will keep hitting, unless you say ‘stop’. So don’t say stop unless it’s really your limit. Got it Amy?” he said.

Oh yes!

I nodded and he started his relentless, impeccable spanking. I was getting wetter every minute.

Aiden, I thought to myself. The cute guy, my best friend is spanking me and making me soo bloody aroused…

He kept hitting. At one point my intersection of pain and pleasure came.

I felt dizzy. What was happening? Oh freak, was I coming?

.

I am home? I thought to myself, rubbing my eyes. Wait, this is Aiden’s room. I am in Aiden’s bed.

I am alone?

I am dressed. I smell a little of his scent. Was he snuggling me?

“Hey, you” Mrs.D came in. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

I am sore.

“I am fine. What happened?” I asked.

“Well, dear. You slept.” She said, “Aiden let you sleep here and he’s outside. I talked to your mom. She said you could stay here if you like.” She smiled.

I already knew I had to go home. I couldn’t stay here.

“No, Mrs.D I have to go.” I said shrugging.

“Ok dear. Aiden will drop you home. But you’re not going unless you eat something.” She said in her motherly way.

I walked out behind her, hiding my soreness. I saw the back of Aiden’s head.

Shit. I stopped dead in my track. His hair was tousled and sexy and had I never noticed they were dark. My fingers suddenly remembered how smooth his hair was when I had grabbed him to kiss him. His neck… oh … how he’d breathed on mine.

“Aiden”, I said, as though I wanted him to make love to me right now.

He turned around and saw me.

He immediately saw his mother and I realised we weren’t alone.

“Could you please drop me home?” I said, regaining some nonchalance in my voice.

“Yeah” he said. And I then made my way to join his mom in the kitchen.

“Here.” She said, handing me the pasta she’d made.

I sat down, aware of my soreness.

I ate the pasta she’d given me gratefully. Regaining some of my energy that I’d lost from the exhaustion.

“There. I will see you later Mrs.D” I said smiling and she told me to take care and waved me goodbye.

In the elevator, Aiden hit the ‘stop’ sign.

“Turn around.” He said voice hoarse.

I complied. What was he going to do?

My breath hitched, my heart was in my mouth.

He gently lifted my skirt, and palmed my ass.

Cream? I thought to myself. It smelled of roses and oh so good. His hands felt me and I winced a little.

“There there.” he soothed.

I don’t know if it were the cream or his hand or his words that soothed me more, but my soreness disappeared. How was he so gentle after having hit me to the point where I had passed out? This was Aiden. I don’t know who the other guy was. Only thing is I wanted them both, cause alone neither of them would satisfy me.

“Aiden” I whispered his name again. For the first time, I swear it sounded erotic to my ears.

“Amy” he said.

“You came. Just by spankings. And you passed out. Do you always pass out?” he asked concerned.

“Only when it’s very intense.” I said and his hands had stopped massaging. “Did you cream your hands just before leaving?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, mom came within minutes after you passed out. I rushed to clothe you and put you to bed. I never really got to snuggle you. But I let you wear my jacket for some time. You were cold then.”

“That explains why I smelled of you when I woke up.” I smiled.

“My mom removed the jacket after a while.”

“Does your mom know, about us?”

Did I want her to know?

“No. I was thinking maybe we should give it some time before, announcing officially.”

“Aiden I-” I was going to say I didn’t want him to say anything unless I was comfortable with it but he cut me off with his finger.

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Room service had been plundered, and a bottle of overpriced wine was sitting on the dresser. The boutique hotels of New York City knew how to mark everything up. At least this building had been restored, so Ryan was pretty sure the adjoining rooms could not hear their shouting and sex. Wendy rested her head on his chest and traced her fingers along his ribs. After spending the afternoon listening to Wendy recount her journey through college, Ryan spent the post-meal hour recounting the horrors of Yale Law School and slaving away as an associate with Sullivan & Barnswell. How many students does it take to change a lightbulb at Yale? None, because New Haven looks better in the dark. Law, despite the client business trips, had become just another routine.

He rambled on, mesmerized by the S shape that her lower back, ass and legs made.

It was all filler. As he told anecdotes of dating doe eyed idealists who turned into corporate lawyers, he could not take his eyes off her body. Her skin was a pale white with few beauty marks. The bend of her elbow and the thinness of her upper arm draped across his chest looked too small to have been the same arms that had controlled and dominated him earlier. Her features seemed too delicate. Her right leg was slung over his, and she would slide it up and down in a slow pattern. He had enough and finally made a move for a second go around. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly and slowly.

“Let’s get back to some fun,” Ryan whispered and slid his hand down to caress her breast. He lightly twisted a nipple and slid his finger along the underside of her tit, “You can’t tease me with your body much longer.”

“Well you may have not worked up too much of a sweat, but I definitely did, and we can play another game,” Wendy interrupted him as she tied her hair back in a bun, “How about you clean your Mistress up nice and good?”

“I’m game, anything is fair, same rules, same safe word?” Ryan asked. She nodded her head, grabbed his tie and lead him to the bathroom. She turned the secondary lights on and left the overhead light off. She slung his tie over the sink. She checked the towels and skipped about naked, leaving him standing in the doorway with an erection taking shape. She had a light step, and her lithe legs moved like a dancer’s pair. She turned and handed him her liquid soap.

“Fill the tub with hot water, adding this at the halfway mark. Switch the water to lukewarm to top it off and call me in when ready,” Wendy instructed. Ryan felt a bit let down, but trusted her guidance. She had led him through passionate and new types of pleasure just an hour earlier. His cock throbbed slightly just from the memory. He set the bath up, and after several minutes called her in, “Wendy… everything is ready…”.

“Get off the tub, you shit,” she growled as soon as she came in, “Take my hand and help your Mistress in.” She slipped into the water and told him to grab her body poof. He got it soaped up and went to reach for her body. She grabbed his wrist and twisted hard. She hissed how angry she was that he thought he could start washing her tits first. She told him to start at her feet. She lifted a foot out of the water and let him begin. He rubbed her foot in silence and as he pampered her toes on the left foot, she lifted the right. As he finished, she said, “You may enter the tub. Now, take great care with my legs.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied and tenderly rubbed her calves. He assumed she’d keep her Mistress mask on, but could tell she approved of the massaging and thorough rubdown of her slender legs as she let out small sighs. She had shapely yet thin legs that tapered to her narrow ankles. He had slept with plenty of thin women, but so many had that wiry muscle or stick thin look. Maybe it was the yoga she mentioned earlier that shaped them so well, but he could trace his hands along them the whole night. He cautiously moved up to her torso and went to clean her stomach. She swatted his hand and pointed at her arms. She sat up to get closer and stared him down. He cleaned her arms and allowed their fingers to intertwine just for a moment. She got to cihangir escort her knees and ordered him to do the same. Seeing the water drip down the slope of her pale breasts, Ryan’s erection grew firm.

“You may clean my body,” she said with a triumphant smirk. He slid soap along her breasts and across her stomach, softly washing the suds off with water. He cupped the pale pears of her chest to let water skim over the surface of her skin. Her nipples were small, symmetrical circles and well placed on her tits. He dared not to touch his lips to them for fear she’d slap him, but would that really be a bad thing? He reached for her pussy, which produced a smile from her and said, “You want that clean, don’t you?”

“Of course, as long as you let me,” Ryan answered as Wendy nodded approval. He massaged her pussy with the poof, and paid attention to the way she had groomed herself. Wendy had left a small, upside down egg shaped patch of short hair; she was not like the women of New York he had been sleeping with who had waxed themselves down to nothing. She turned, lifted the bun she had made of her hair and told him to wash her back. He enjoyed the sight of her back. Pinching in at her slim waist, it was a wonderful slope of white down to her ass. He made sure to wash her cute little butt that popped out at him as she bent over to lean against the edge of the tub. He rubbed her firm rear and thought about how he had pounded her doggie style just before their meal. Her ass was a tight bubble of flesh that with her thin waist, looked like a small, upside down heart from his view. He considered his work done and paused. He wanted to bend her over there and ravish her, throwing the game out the window. It took amazing control of his desires to wait for her word.

“Come a little closer and give me your hand,” Wendy ordered. She grabbed his right hand and slid her body back up against his. She moved his hand down to her clit, turned her head and whispered into his ear, “Make your Mistress come with your hand.” Ryan felt a little let down as he wanted to fuck her so bad right then, but she had to have something planned. He trusted her and massaged her clit. Ryan kissed her neck and bit at her ear. He sucked on her lobe for good measure. She reached back and grabbed at his cock. He was firm just from her wet, naked presence. He’d kiss her and she’d let go; he’d smack her ass, and she’d shimmy closer to him. He moved his hand in a circular motion, trying to hit her clit at all angles. When he’d feel her body tense, he’d switch to a light tapping of it. Occasionally, the sensations must have been too much for Wendy, as she’d dip her body well below the water line. He could still feel the extra heat from her pussy on his hand underwater as the water had started to cool. After what felt like an eternity of this back and forth touching, he grabbed her left tit, bit her earlobe and fingered her clit rapidly.

“Slow down, I want this to build you impatient fuck,” Wendy blurted out quickly, suppressing a moan. Ryan slowed his rhythm and occasionally penetrated her pussy with his middle finger. He could see her wet leg muscles tighten and relax. He was happy to bring her this much pleasure. He stuck his other index finger in her mouth and she sucked on it slightly. He turned her face to try to kiss her, but she turned away. She slid her body up against his and dug her nails into his body. They felt like knives in his flesh. She dug into his body deeper as if it would suppress her urge to come.

“Faster, faster, oh God…. faster, I’m going to come,” she let out a slight yelp and then a huge gasp. Ryan saw her entire body shudder. He kept working her clit as she let out a smaller, echo-like 2nd orgasm. She leaned forward on the tub’s edge and breathed deeply. Ryan knelt with his cock poking out of the water’s surface, pulsing and waiting. She pulled the tub’s plug and let the water begin to drain. He wondered what she had in store for him.

Wendy turned & kissed him. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, swirled her tongue around his, unlocked their lips and told him to go mecidiyeköy escort to the sink. She dried herself off a bit before turning her attention to Ryan. She walked up beside him, and he stood charged & tense.

“Knot your tie,” she ordered. He tied a half Windsor knot as she stared into his eyes. He watched her grab her body wash and apply some to his hard on. She grabbed his cock in one hand and his tie in the other. She slowly started to stroke him off. Once she got a feel for his length and the slightly mushroomed tip, she established a pattern to her stroke. She kept her rhythm slow and squeezed a bit harder at the end of her stroke. His dick was long enough that he could anticipate that final little pinch at the end of a crank. He felt the blood pumping through his dick as she kept up her work in silence. She used a caring, sensual pump to her stroke, and his body responded to the intensity. He kept his breathing in check, closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly to relax. It was Wendy who broke the silence.

“Don’t you dare zone out on me. You’re lucky I’m standing here wasting energy on your pathetic ass. Grab the sink and lean forward,” she shouted and slid behind him a bit as it was a tight fit in the small bathroom. He now figured it out. She held the long tail of his tie in her hand behind his back and stroked him off. They locked gazes in the mirror. Without breaking her rhythm, she pulled on the tie and choked him a bit. He felt his throat tighten, dick harden and vision blur. She released and kept jerking him off. She slowed down even more and slid down the entire shaft. The lack of air and the following rush made his nerves tingle and pulse.

“Don’t be a pussy and pass out on me. I can’t carry you to bed. I’ll just leave you on the floor to sleep this off,” she teased, “Plus you wouldn’t come. You can’t do without that, right? You need to come for your Mistress, don’t you?”

“Yes, please… go… faster,” he whispered, he stared at the curve of her torso in the mirror. Her right nipple poked out from behind her arm as it swayed with her stroke.

“No, you need to be a patient little bitch,” was her retort. She kept the super slow pace and squeezed his head even tighter as she pulled the tie tight. With the tie pulled, she sped up and loosened her grip on his cock. He felt giddy, squinted his eyes and cracked a smile.

“You like this? I could make this a lot worse for you,” Wendy threatened. Her slight smile betrayed her words. She intermittently pulled & slackened on the tie while she quickly but gently pumped on his cock. She would throw in a reverse grip, turned only her index finger and thumb into as close to a circle as she could around his penis, and varied her grip to hit every sensor on his cock. Her thin fingers felt light as if dancing around his dick. She was working him up, and he could feel the rising tide through his body as his orgasm approached. He grasped the pedestal sink a bit tighter in his hands, flexing his arms for the eruption.

“God, I’m so close, Mistress, I’m go-” Ryan started to say as Wendy let go of his cock. He stood there with his cock throbbing but his moment was lost, “What the fuck?!? I was going to release and come, your hands were so… arrgghhhh… please, finish me now.”

“Are you questioning my decisions you simple fuckstick? You’re nothing but a tool for me, and I don’t need this shit. I’m just rewarding a little bitch like you for getting me off. Turn and stand by the tub,” she wiped her right hand on a towel and grabbed the tie. Squirting body wash into his hands, “Stroke yourself off you piece of shit, I’m not finishing you off and getting all messy. You just cleaned your Mistress, you idiot, why would I get my hands all dirty and slimey after that? Did you expect me to stroke your mess onto my pretty little titties? This isn’t your choice. Shut up, listen to me, and stop smiling!” She jabbed at his ribs with her thumb. He started to masturbate. He went to his normal grip and cranked.

“No, no no, stop, no, start slow you fucktard. You think I’m going to choke you while you’re pounding away kurtuluş escort like a jackhammer. You’re lucky I’m even still here you loser,” she grabbed his right hand and showed him the proper pace, “Now that’s the right speed, and grab it hard you pansy.” She grasped the tie and started to pull on the tail. She would apply soft pressure and slacken as if she could read his mind when it was too much. His dick’s nerves were on fire, he felt happy, almost euphoric.

“Is this good?” she inquired and slapped him, “You seem a bit harder here than when we fucked. Were you cheating me out of a diamond dick treatment? Have you been holding out on me, your Mistress? I might have to rip off some leg hair and flick your balls,” Wendy wouldn’t stop with this playful banter and slapped him again, “You can speed up a bit. I can see the shine of pre-cum. Good boy, I’m glad you’re getting close for me. If you don’t come soon, I’m going to get bored and just leave you here to finish all alone,” she ran an index finger down the outline of his tricep, “I like your arms, this one looks so nice jacking away for its Mistress. It’s the same arm that got me off. You think you can get close again for me?” She batted her eyes and stroked at his chin, staring into his grey eyes.

“Yes, Mistress,” Ryan answered calmly and closed his eyes.

“No, don’t close your fucking eyes and go to some fantasyland on me,” she demanded and struck him hard, “Don’t you dare take your eyes off me and fantasize about some Manhattan bitch you met at some martini bar. You’re not going to think about some anorexic flake with implants when I’m doing all of this work. No porn fantasy zone out. Keep your eyes open and stay in control when you come for me,” she ordered as she pulled again on his tie. She stood up and kissed him as he stroked his cock. She pulled away and whispered something that sounded like Spanish or French at him. Wendy used her right hand to play with his balls while he pounded away. Ryan had no clue what she said as he was in a laser guided mindset with his mental focus on his coming orgasm and her eyes. She was rolling his balls in her thin fingers. She’d squeeze the sack hard like popping a balloon then switch to a gentle rub. Wendy’s whispers were a little louder now.

“Come you useless piece of garbage. Come now, fucker, let it out so I don’t have to waste any extra time on you. Jesus, you old man, will you just finish already. Am I not good enough? Are you saying your Mistress is not hot enough for you to get off? You have no idea the punishment in store for you if you do not get off now!,” she barked. That threat and her permission was what he needed. As Ryan slipped out a slight moan & stared into her eyes, he came. It was just dark enough that he could see Wendy’s pupils as the orgasm coursed through his body. He could feel an explosion at the base of his cock and a pulse at the tip. Seeing his juice flying, Wendy rose on the balls of her feet to kiss Ryan. She let his tie go, grabbed the back of his neck & shoulder and kissed him as he pumped away. Ryan let his tongue slide around hers and grabbed her right arm with his free hand. All he could feel was her tongue, her lips, her touch and the spasms of joy from his cock. All he could hear was the splatter of semen in the tub and rushed breathing between their kissing.

The tension in Ryan’s body evaporated, and he relaxed. Wendy broke that embrace and turned the shower on. She let her hair out of its makeshift bun and let the water wash away his released joy. She stepped into the tub and let the water wet her hair. He leaned back on the sink for a moment to breathe deeply and soaked in the post-cum serenity. His heart rate was slowly coming down, and that pulse running through his cock was becoming softer. With a clear mind, he calmy took in her petite features and wonderful profile under the shower’s stream. Her long dark hair when wet was an even more striking contrast against her pale skin than normal.

“You going to come in or you just going to let that body wash dry on your package?” Wendy asked smiling at him. Her question shook him from that daze. Ryan stood up, rubbed his neck a bit and stepped into the shower. He wrapped his arms around Wendy and getting around her wet mass of dark hair, pecked her on the cheek. He wiped some shampoo off her shoulders, traced a soapy finger along the curve of her back, and burned the memory of that moment into his mind.

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Thirty-two year old Aaron Ellis had been dating thirty-three year old Charlene Vincent for just over six months. Their relationship had generally been good and always built on trust.

Charlene had recently invested in a new camcorder. Aaron was keen for them to shoot their own porn movie. Charlene was a little less enthusiastic. In fact one of the first things they decided to shoot, although it was Charlene’s decision, was a performance from Aaron.

When Aaron arrived at Charlene’s flat that evening she encouraged Aaron to strip for the camera. With Charlene urging him on Aaron started to revel in his role as a stripper for her. He slowly undressed and was dancing around in his underwear. Charlene urged him on as he took off his underwear and pranced around naked.

Aaron was tall at six feet two inches with an athletic physique. His chest was reasonably hairy and he also had thick pubic hair. As he performed in front of Charlene his cock had become stiffer and was now semi-erect. She asked him to play with himself for her. Aaron happily obliged and as he masturbated himself his cock became fully erect. His cock was about eight inches long but the circumference was slender. Aaron happily performed for Charlene. He now stood in front of Charlene’s full-length mirror. He slowly pulled back the foreskin of his cock as he posed; Charlene video’d his naked reflection in the mirror.

Charlene told Aaron to lay on the bed, which he did. He continued to masturbate as Charlene zoomed in and out with her camcorder. Aaron pushed forward his foreskin and eased it back as far as possible holding it as his cock throbbed. Charlene could see Aaron’s pre-cum ooze from the tip of his cock. She urged him on again, knowing he was probably close to ejaculation. Charlene continued to do close up shots and then full body shots of Aaron. He started to masturbate faster. His breathing became more rapid and his body writhed. Charlene told Aaron to cum for her. Aaron was enjoying his self-indulgence and as Charlene again told him to cum for her a gentle stream of spunk dribbled from his cock, about two seconds later a thick jet of cum shot out over his chest and stomach. Aaron continued to wank himself squeezing out his full spunk load.

Charlene asked Aaron to rub his spunk into his chest and stomach. Aaron wasn’t keen but did as she asked him, as Charlene continued to film. When Aaron had rubbed his spunk over his chest and stomach hairs Charlene again zoomed in with the camcorder to get all the action on tape. As she panned down with the camera she could see his cock had already started to soften.

Aaron cleaned himself up and later that evening over several bottles of wine they played the tape back and both laughed.

Less than a week later Charlene was asked by her company to attend a seminar in London. The event would take place over three days and accommodation would be provided. Charlene would need to leave the following day. Despite the lateness of the information Charlene was keen to go. She had worked hard for the company and the seminar gave her a good chance of impressing the management and enhancing her own chances of promotion.

Due to Aaron’s work commitments he was unable to take Charlene to the train station the following morning. However, her sister Louise stepped in to offer her a lift. Louise worked as a Fashion Designer but seemed to spend most of her time in trendy wine bars. Louise was twenty-eight years old, five feet six inches tall with long, curly brunette hair. At the station Charlene handed Louise her flat key and asked if she would call in and pick up any post and papers, to which she agreed.

Louise had no boyfriend of her own and found Aaron very attractive but he had always been aloof with her sometimes rude. Aaron didn’t like her live for today attitude to life. As Louise had no plans for the day she decided to visit her sisters flat. Louise made an interesting discovery whilst at the flat.

Louise called Betist Aaron’s mobile and left a message for him to come to Charlene’s flat. It was after six before Aaron arrived at the flat. Louise was there and had been joined by her best friend Zhang Chu. Zhang had moved from China in her early teens. She was now twenty-nine years old. She was an attractive woman with high cheekbones. She had straight,dark, shoulder length hair.

“We’ve seen the tape,” announced Louise.

A chill went up Aaron’s spine but he tried to act casual. “What tape?” he said.

“Oh I think you know what tape. We want another performance,” said Louise. He knew she was referring to the home made video.

“Fuck off and give me the tape now,” said an angry Aaron.

“You need to do what we say or just think all your friends and work colleagues can watch it.”

Aaron was absolutely crestfallen and knew Louise held all the cards. “What do you want?” he eventually asked.

“First we want to watch you take all your clothes off,” said Louise.

Louise and Zhang sat on the sofa and they ordered Aaron to stand in front of them, which he did. He slowly slipped off his shoes, socks and then removed his shirt. He unfastened and took off his trousers and then stopped.

“Come on Aaron it’s not that we haven’t seen it all before,” said Louise.

He thought of Louise and Zhang laughing and giggling about his performance on the video. He slowly slid down and took off his underwear. He stood naked in front of them both. His face was flushed red with embarrassment. He thought that perhaps his ordeal would now be over, now that they had embarrassed him. This was only the beginning.

Louise ordered Aaron to go into the bedroom. When in the room she ordered him to stand in front of the mirror and play with himself. Aaron refused telling them enough was enough. Louise threatened to copy the tape and pass it around. Louise stood behind him and Zhang at the side of Aaron.

He started to play with his cock. Louise and Zhang teased him about not being able to perform for them because he didn’t get an erection straight away. Gradually Aaron felt his cock start to stiffen.

“It is not very big I think,” said Zhang, which we made Aaron feel totally humiliated.

“Oh I think he can make it bigger,” said Louise.

Aaron continued to play with himself. Occasionally he would feel Louise nudge into his back and he would push forward. His penis tip pushed against the mirror leaving a smear.

Louise told him to stop masturbating. Aaron stood with his arms by his side. His cock protruded out and quivered almost brushing against the glass.

“It is long but not thick I think,” said Zhang.

Zhang’s criticism although accurate not only annoyed Aaron but also embarrassed him further.

“Play with yourself again,” ordered Louise. Aaron again took hold of his cock and started to slowly masturbate and he knew he was close to ejaculation.

“Please can I stop or I’m gonna cum?” he pleaded.

This only seemed to please Louise and Zhang. They encouraged him to carry on the performance. Louise still stood behind Aaron restricting his movements. Aaron continued to play and he felt his knees weaken as his first spurt of spunk splattered across the mirror. Zhang almost seemed to shriek with delight. Aaron continued wanking himself and a further two spurts splashed over the mirror and started to run down the glass.

“Get on your knee’s,” ordered Louise.

Aaron was sweating from the exertion and slid down to kneel in front of the mirror.

“Lick it up,” demanded Louise. Aaron tried to resist but Louise pushed his head against the mirror and as Aaron tried to turn his head some of his spunk smeared onto his cheek. Louise again repeated her demanded. Aaron looked at his cum running down the length of the mirror. Zhang looked on as Louise again repeated her demand. Aaron leant forward and began to lick his cum from Betist Giriş the mirror. He almost wretched as he swallowed down his own salty liquid. He had never tasted cum before nor would he want to again. Louise made sure Aaron licked up his spunk to her satisfaction. Aaron’s face glistened with his own spunk and some of the cum dribbled over his chin.

Louise told Aaron to lay on the bed. He had hoped they would just leave but the women were starting to enjoy themselves. She used some cord to tie his hands above his head. His cock had softened and a droplet of spunk dripped from his penis tip. Aaron tried to plead with the women that they had gone far enough. Louise said they had only just started. Louise moved to sit across Aaron’s legs and Zhang sat beside him on the bed. Louise asked Zhang to pass the nail scissors from the bedside table. Zhang passed the scissors to Louise who held them up.

“You don’t need all this pubic hair,” Louise announced.

Aaron tried to struggle but Louise said she didn’t want to cut him but if he squirmed and struggled it would only make it worse. Aaron could do nothing but watch as Louise happily trimmed away at his pubic hair. Aaron begged her to stop. Louise ignored him and cut off as much of his pubic hair as she could. Louise then asked Zhang to get some shaving foam, a razor, some hot water and a towel from the bathroom.

Zhang left the room and could be heard collecting the items from the bathroom. Aaron tried to make eye contact with Louise and pleaded for her to let him go. She ignored him until Zhang returned. She handed Louise a jug of water. Louise poured the water over Aaron’s crotch area. He could feel the warmth of the water and the wetness as it ran onto the duvet beneath him. Zhang took the water jug and passed Louise the shaving foam. Louise foamed up Aaron. She took the razor from Zhang and began to shave. Zhang held Aaron’s cock as Louise happily shaved. Aaron had never shaved his pubic area. He lay absolutely still as Louise expertly shaved him. When she had completed the shave to her satisfaction she used the towel to clean up and then admired her handy work. The skin now exposed around Aaron’s cock was almost milky white in colour.

Louise moved off his legs and stood at the side of the bed. She said Aaron was learning a lesson and now deserved a treat. Louise removed her blouse. She quickly slid off her black bra to reveal her perky breasts. She ran her hands over them and tweaked her nipples. Louise’s nipples were longer than average. Louise unfastened her skirt and it dropped to the floor and she stood wearing only her black thong. Louise had a tanned body from her sessions on a sunbed. Louise slid off her thong and now stood naked. Aaron could not help but gaze at her nakedness. Her body was attractive, perky breasts, a flat stomach and as he let his eyes travel down to stare at her pussy that was shaven at each side and a small rectangular patch of brunette pubic hairs.

She climbed on top of him sitting across his chest. She then moved upward. Her pussy inches from his face.

“Lick me Aaron,” she ordered. She slid her pussy against his mouth. He could already feel her wetness against his lips. He gently pushed his tongue inside her and an initial stream of pussy juices flowed into his mouth as Louise moved above him. Louise used her fingers to push apart her pussy lips urging Aaron to fully explore her.

Zhang couldn’t help but notice that Aaron’s cock had become stiff again. She removed her blouse and her white bra. Her breasts were larger than Louise’s and she also had unusual puffy nipples that were dark in colour. She removed her skirt and rolled down her black hold ups. Black pubic hair was clearly visible each side of her small black thong. Zhang removed the garment to expose a mass of black, thick pubic pussy hair.

Zhang stood at the side of the bed and could see Aaron’s tongue working Louise’s pussy. She could also see Louise’s juices running across one of his cheeks. She looked down at his crotch. His cock was erect and the foreskin had rolled back to reveal his swollen purple cock head. His cock bobbed and quivered.

Zhang moved onto the bed and sat astride Aaron. She moved above him and took hold of his cock. She could feel his hot cock throb in her hand. She teased her pussy lips by brushing his cock against them. Aaron tried to call out but his voice was muffled as Louise’s juices were running into his mouth. Louise pushed hard down onto his face and breathing was not easy in itself for Aaron.

Zhang lowered herself onto Aaron’s full length and started to gyrate her hips as if in some way it would push Aaron’s cock deeper inside her. Zhang started to pinch and twist her own nipples. Her nipples lengthened and stiffened. Zhang was groaning as she began to vigourously thrust up and down on Aaron’s cock. He could do nothing to stop her, but did he want to?

Louise was moaning loudly. Her face was flushed and beads off sweat ran across her breasts and through gasped breaths she ordered Aaron to continue licking her. Aaron had deeply probed Louise’s pussy and clit and had worked her into a fenzy. He brought her to her first crying orgasm. Her head was spinning as he brought her to a further orgasm and another. Louise squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples as she slid her sodden pussy over Aaron’s lips. Louise’s body dripped in sweat. Aaron’s face glistened with sweat and pussy juices.

Louise found the stength to move off him and lay next to him on the bed. She slid her hands to feel her hot sweaty body. Aaron took some deep breaths but he still breathed heavily as Zhang continued to pound away on his cock. Zhang’s eyes were closed and she used her fingers to stimulate her nipples.

Aaron’s face was red and flushed. His body squirmed as Zhang continued to ride him. Zhang threw back her head and then immediately thrust forward. Zhang was panting and almost shrieking as she still sat astride Aaron. Louise could see the pleasure on Zhang’s face. His cock was still erect and brushed against the cheeks of her backside as she had moved upward on him. She slowly moved off him and sat at the side of the bed.

Louise who had composed herself sat up. She leant down and took hold of Aaron’s cock and started to masturbate him. Watery pre-cum seaped from Aaron’s penis tip. Louise leaned across him and slid his cock into her mouth. As she sucked she could taste his salty pre-cum and also the taste of Zhang’s pussy juices. Louise enjoyed the taste of both fluids. She continued to suck him, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Faster and faster Louise sucked. Aaron told her to stop as he tried to squirm and turn his body. Zhang watched at the side of the bed as Aaron’s body started to jolt and jerk.

He called out to Louise to stop one final time but she continued to suck his cock. Aaron’s body thrust and jolted pushing his cock even deeper into Louise’s mouth. She could feel the force of his spunk as it filled her mouth. Louise expertly swallowed his cum as he ejaculated a second stream. Zhang could see cum trickle down Aaron’s shaft. Louise used one of her hands to smear this cum into Aaron’s swollen balls.

Louise continued to suck until Aaron’s flow of cum had started to subside. She withdrew her mouth and happily swallowed the remaining spunk in her mouth. A trail of cum and saliva traveled from her mouth to his penis tip before gravity took over and it fell across his body. She licked her lips to taste the spunk that had smeared across them. Louise sat up and ran her hand over Aaron’s stomach and chest smearing in a mixture of seamen and sweat.

Zhang stood up and Louise moved off the bed. Aaron looked at their naked bodies as they gathered up their clothes before leaving the bedroom.

Zhang and Louise took turns to shower and dress. Louise returned to the bedroom and then unfastened the binds from Aaron’s wrists. As he lay on the bed spent, naked and embarrassed Louise placed the tape on the bed next to him. Louise and Zhang walked out of the bedroom. Aaron could hear them laughing and giggling as the left the flat.

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Lindsey had never in her life known such an elegant and powerful man. He didn’t walk; even when casually crossing the grass with her, he strode. Although he had himself suggested the stroll through Central Park, there was an edge to his demeanor. She could tell he had a purpose beyond seeing her for the first time in the sunlight. She lengthened her stride and forced herself abreast of him.

“Ian?” She spoke his name like a question. “Where are we going?”

He came to a full stop. She nearly ran into him, and he took the opportunity to seize her hair and pull her against the fullness of his body. He looked around furtively- no one was paying them the slightest attention. She held herself erect with anticipation and fear- he had never touched her like this in public.

“You know better than to question me. Don’t you?” His expression was hard. Her face flushed with embarrassment at having broke the second rule of their trysts.

She nodded.

With a warning in his eyes he released her. Unceremoniously, he continued along his path with those unyielding strides. She willed her taunt muscles to follow him. Her body began to perspire lightly from exertion and the knot of angst that always accompanied his displays of power. She could not disobey him again. She was a new servant to her master- learning how to please him before she herself would finally earn the pleasure of his thick manhood.

As they crested the hill she paused to take in the sprawling beauty. The park wore its spring as lightly as a silk robe, the gently flowered air that of sweet feminine perfume. Nature ripe bounty spread out before her like a willing woman. The simple magnificence of it made her nerves tingle, her secret flesh moisten.

He had continued on, not looking back to confirm the obvious certainty that she would follow. At the bottom of the hill was a footpath leading into a dense clump of trees. She hurried after him as he disappeared into wood, cursing herself for letting him get so far ahead. It was unlikely she would escape the afternoon with out facing his displeasure at her lack of obedience.

At the edge of the wood she paused, it was darker than she could have anticipated. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw the outline of a shack-like building nestled organically in the trees. It was as though it had grown there from a sapling like the oak she rested against. Ian must be in that shack! And the though was enough to propel her forward, her womanhood quivering.

She approached the door timidly but with utter resolve. It was cracked open. She could smell the damp of old wood and the mossy growth of unstoppable nature. She pushed the opening wider with the toe of her stiletto pump, now caked with fresh grass and wet mud. Stepping into the creaking structure, she looked up, distracted kuşadası escort by the fluttering of birds.

He launched himself at her from the darkness, pinning her body against the wall. With his foot he slammed the door shut and the whole structure groaned and shook in protest. His torso was broad and thickly muscled, she knew her master’s hard body even in the dark. She was being tested- did she trust him fully with her body and her life? He had his hand against her throat. His dominance proved over her trembling body. He commanded her obedience.

“Why did you keep me waiting?” His question was an insistent whisper with the impressive force of his physical presence.

“Forgive me!” She half pleaded, half whimpered. She couldn’t help the reaction of her sex, flooding her panties with dew in a terrified yearning.

He held her against the wall in angst and terror. He tightened his grip on her throat, cocking his head in contemplation. Lindsay, unaccustomed to such dominance, half fainted with fear. Her body went limp and he caught her, lifting her off the ground. He carried her to a low bench and laid her out to recover herself. Then he methodically began stripping his clothes off.

She willed herself back to consciousness. He would be angry with her if she did not perform for him and her waiting would continue. She could feel his movements across the room. Her eyes fluttered gently open as he stepped out of his pants- folding them neatly and stacking them with his other garments on top of his brief case. Such a meticulous man. She was entranced by the near nakedness of his perfect body, forcing her weak body upright in a desperate need for him. He approached her- only a thin layer of silk separating her face from his perfect cock. She pressed her lips to his crotch.

He could feel her hot breath through his shorts, his manhood twitching and swelling to meet her willing mouth. She would learn to obey him more fully in time, to trust him with complete possession of her body. More importantly, she would relinquish control of her will to his urges and become a vessel for his pleasure. In exchange he would be the benefactor of her every need, the guardian of all that she yearned for.

At the moment, that meant the gift of his hard cock.

He pushed her away firmly away from him, her back against the park bench. He came closer, straddling her closed knees, and ripped her silky blouse open, revealing the creamy mounds of her generous flesh. He pulled the bra off her shoulders; it dangled from her forearms. The heavy pears of her breast hung perfect and delicious in the dim light. He had to taste her dewy skin.

He bent over her, his lips touching the taunt muscle of her neck. His tongue flicked and danced down her collar bone, biting the soft edge of her shoulder. kuşadası escort bayan She gasped softly and he pinched her tanned nipples, firm and insistent.

“Now” he murmured into her nape, “Do you remember your words?”

She half moaned in reply. “Green and Red” was her throaty yes.

“Good.” He stood and eyed her meaningfully. “You will use them when necessary.”

He delicately removed her dangling bra, and regarded the tensile strength with a brief tug. She nodded her acquiescence.

“Stand.” he ordered. She swiftly obeyed.

“Turn. Slowly.” She locked her eyes on his and gracefully spun her back to him.

He took her arms, pulling them gently behind her and wrapped her hands together with her bra. He knotted the delicate silk tightly, tight enough that she could feel the straps cut into the soft skin at her wrists.

“Bend over.” His last command never failed to prime her. Putting her head between her legs, she could smell her own wet musk.

His first rough spanking brought tears of surprise to her eyes. She knew she would be punished for failing to keep up, for asking questions. His hand was broad and unyielding. The second crack against her flesh less shocking, but no less painful. Yes! Her mind cried out. Harder! Punish me!

He smacked her ass with the full force of his strength. The sounds of her taunt flesh struck over and over made his cock stiffen even harder against the silk. Her throaty moans confirmed she was indeed enjoying her punishment. He counted the blows in his head. 7, 8, 9.

He stopped.

“What is the word?” he was breathing heavily. He took the opportunity revel in the sight of her tight ass stuck in the air, red from his handiwork.

“Green!” The word was a plea she knew better than to express. She thought the word again and again until it was tattooed on her brain.

His response was to cross the room. He retrieved his thin leather belt from the stack of clothing he had so carefully folded. Snapping it loudly, the sound announced his intentions.

Smack. The belt sliced the air and struck her angry flesh with a force that made her stumble. He grabbed her waist to steady her, then brought his whip down again. Waves of pleasant agony coursed through her, setting her every nerve on fire. With his third firm strike her knees buckled. She was held up only by her master’s strong grip.

He surveyed his new student. Roughly seizing her hair, he pulled her upright, the full length of her naked body, his possession, shaking.

“What is the word?” He repeated the question.

Lindsey paused, trembling. She didn’t want her sweet torture to stop. “Gr…green.”

He hauled her by her hair across the room, and, with barley any restraint, tossed her against the wall, her escort kuşadası hands still bound behind her. Startled but unharmed, she looked back at him over her shoulder, waiting for a command.

“You may brace yourself.” He allowed. She braced her shoulders and chest against the rough wood, feeling the course grain against her cheek. She took the opportunity to spread her legs and stick out her ass, allowing him better view of her cleft, her tight rosebud.

He pulled off his silk underwear, exposing his thick and perfect dick. It bobbed as he stalked toward her, hard and inviting. She was wet and slick for him. She ached to drop to her knees and suck him senseless but knew that only an order from him would bring her the pleasure of touching him.

“Are you ready to be made mine? Are you ready to owe me your whole body and soul?” “What is your word?” He had his hand on his cock, stroking lightly. His questions were the one’s she had waited impatiently for since their first encounter. Since she had first realized the possibility of being possessed by this man, she had ached for his body- to be a slave to his cock.

“Green.” Her answer was certain. It was the only answer he would accept; the answer that initiated her at last and began her formal training. Her body throbbed and pulsed, she wanted to be his fuck toy- to take his cum in every orifice and beg him over and over again for more. He was upon her, his damp skin on hers. His member pressed against her ass, seeking her cunt.

Her life came down to this one moment, she was hyper aware of his every breath and movement. with one hand he spread her pussy lips, rubbing her clit gently with her own moisture. She could not help the moan that escaped her, the pleading yes, yes, yes! of her sex-consumed brain. She could not hold back the fire of her nearing climax that burned for him.

He positioned the head of his cock in her opening.

“Mine.” was his simple declaration.

Then he plunged inside her with a furious, uncontrollable need. He pounded her with hard fast strokes, unable to reign in his need. He felt her flesh pulse around him. He felt her orgasm explode and her primal scream as he finally allowed her to cum in his presence. He could not pause, could not let her recover. He fucked her with the total abandon of the first time- when he could still be lenient with his new slave and yet enjoy his dominance over her.

He had held back so long from penetrating her for this moment and now he would have her fully. The pressure built in his groin. His balls tightened. He could not slow his consumption of her, he was encased in her flesh and would not stop. She cried out her pleasure in wordless moans, her still quaking flesh sensitive and raw.

Knowing she was sworn to to his complete will, he wrapped his hands around her throat and felt the full measure of his control over her. She would die if he willed it, and this knowledge caused him an unparalleled flush of pleasure. His orgasm ripped forth in cum and power. He fell against her, his spent cock still spasming inside her.

She was his.

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“Hello Drina,” she says as she pulls his head from between her thighs. He sits back on his haunches, licking his lips waiting for her phone call to end. “So you’ll be here? Wonderful! I’ll need Brett here by noon. Yes cleaned up and ready to play.” During the long pause of her listening to the receiver she dips two fingers into her pussy then offers the juice slicked digits to him which he sucks eagerly into his mouth. “Yes it is early, but there has to be time to prepare for the evening. Of course I’ll take care of him as well as I do my own.” She pulls her fingers out and caresses his cheek while nodding into the phone. “Yes, you know I will. Alright see you then. Good-bye.”

He watches her expectantly, waiting for her to speak. “So everyone has confirmed now, it will be a full guest list.” She smiles, hooking her finger in his collar, pulling him close enough to feel her breath across his lips. He gets lost in her eyes, unblinking for fear of missing a fleeting expression. “We’re going to have an unforgettable evening My sweet.” she purrs before tugging him into a deep kiss. He can feel the heat churning in his body from her simple touch, boiling over when her lips meet his. Pulling back she looks at him, her mouth tugged up on the side in a satisfied smirk. “Come now, lets get to bed and get some rest for tomorrow.” He groans softly, the pressure in his balls throbbing, a constant reminder of his duty to her.

She leads him to her room and he kneels expectantly by the foot of her bed watching her every move. She sits at her vanity, her back to him, looking at him occasionally through her mirror’s reflection. Casually she begins to clean her face, wiping away the light make up. “You know that I expect you to set a example for the others.” she says matter of factly.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nods never losing her from his sight. When her face is cleaned she picks up her hair brush and holds it out to him. He crawls over and takes the ornate wooden handle from her hand. The smooth side feels cool to his touch, it’s weight a natural fit for his grip. His thumb runs over the rose carving on the back, the intricate design has been left on his skin many times, its one of her favorite toys.

She grins looking at him, knowing the memories of each evening’s erotic torment crosses his mind whenever he holds that brush. In fact kuşadası escort it is one of the main reasons she has him brush her hair with it nightly. She flips her ebony locks over the back of her chair and he shakes off his reverie. Raising up on his knees he carefully smoothes her hair, his fingers gently working through any tangles. He slowly drags the brush through her mane, her head tilting back, eyes closing. She sits there, letting him comb out the stress of the day, relaxing with each pass of the bristles.

His fingers tingle as her silken hair slides across his skin. She leans her head back, resting it on the chair back, the curled tails of her hair just brushing his thighs now. It takes all of his self control not to moan, to bury his hands in her tresses and wrap them around his aching cock. As well as he knows her he can tell she does this deliberately to taunt him, to tease him almost innocently. He focuses on the brush gliding through her hair, but even that has its hazards. With each stroke he sees his flesh sliding along her midnight locks, can imagine his thick cum spattering in her mane like pearls on a sea of mink.

She opens her eyes to watch him, a bemused smile on her face as if she could almost read his thoughts. She shakes her head, the ends of her hair wavering across his swollen cock and he forgets himself, a groan escapes his lips. Immediately his eyes fly to hers, the emerald green depths glimmering with a measure of triumph. A serene smile painted across her face as she runs her fingers through her hair. He gingerly lays the brush on the vanity, moving back to kneel again by the bed. She gets up from her chair and begins to undress, casually as if he wasn’t there. She crosses into the bathroom, leaving him holding his breath wondering what she will do to him.

A faint snap of fingers, almost inaudible, but his ears perk and he scrambles to get into the room with her. He moves to his spot on the tile floor and looks up at her, the natural beauty causing him to tremor. “What may I do for You Mistress?” he asks politely.

“How long has it been since you’ve cum?” she asks and he knows that he is in for an uncomfortable night.

“It’s been 9 days Ma’am.” he says, his cock twitching as if knowing its being spoken of. S

he smiles, “Oh yes, I remember now.” kuşadası escort bayan Leaning in she turns on the water to the shower, holding her hand under the spray to gauge the temperature. “I’m sure you’re quite ready to burst by now,” she purrs gesturing towards his crotch, “I think you’ve got a couple of tennis balls down there for me.” she chuckles. He can feel his skin flush in embarrassment as he nods silently.

Satisfied the water is right she steps in, letting the drops roll down her curves. “Stroke it,” she orders, “Don’t stop until I allow it and do not cum.”

“Yes Ma’am.” he moans wrapping his fingers around his cock. She doesn’t even look at him as he begins to jack himself off for her, ignoring him she washes her body. His eyes follow her every move, watching her fingers dip between her legs, seeing the lather building on her skin. His hand flies over his cock, he can feel the tingles in his balls, the need to spill his load driving him mad. Squeezing his cock hard, wincing even as he keeps stroking, thankfully the urge subsides a bit. Leisurely she showers, glancing at him now and then but otherwise disregarding him. The steam builds up in the tiled room, the heat sweltering, he feels a bit light headed but manages to keep to his task. Finally she turns off the water and stands dripping in the stall, watching the strain on his face.

“Get me a towel.” she says and he sighs half relieved, half disappointed.

Grabbing her thick towel from the rack he begins to dry her off, the tight swollen feeling a constant throb in his balls. His hands move over her body with the towel and he can’t help but be aroused even more. She steps up to him, close enough that a drop of water falls from her and lands on his chest. Her fingers slide into his hair and she pulls his face between her thighs. “Clean me up,” she purrs. He sticks his tongue between her slick lips and finds the proof that she wasn’t ignoring him at all, she was watching his every stroke. Eagerly he presses his face deeper into her parted thighs, his lips nudging her clit before he sucks it into his teeth. Her nails rake the back of his head as she thrusts her delectable pussy onto his hungry mouth. He nibbles on her clit, sending sparks through her. His tongue delves into her honey pot, searching for her nectar, scooping escort kuşadası it out greedily.

Her other hand finds his head as she steps closer, bending him back farther so she is straddling his head. He grips her thighs in his strong hands, his balance completely in her grasp tangled in his hair. She rides his face, grinding her pussy on his willing mouth, feeding him her pleasure juices. He sucks hard on her button and she screams, her thighs clamping tighter around his head. “Oh fuck!” she wails humping his head so hard he is seeing starbursts behind his closed eyes. Her body goes soft over him, little post orgasmic quakes flitting through her as she pants trying to catch her breath. She eases off his face, stepping back so he can right himself again.

He laps at her lips, cleaning all of her cum from her pussy and thighs. Looking up at her, even the twinges of pain pulsing through his cock and balls don’t matter right now. The satiated look on her face, the after glow radiant in her eyes make an even more beautiful image for him to behold. She purrs, her legs shaky so she leans back against the sink for a moment. He licks his lips, watching her quietly, waiting for instructions. “Come along lover,” she says hoarsely, “We need to get some sleep.” She wobbles ever so slightly as she walks back to the bedroom, him following close behind. She pulls back the covers and crawls in, sinking into the plush mattress. “Get the lights and get into bed with me.” she says turning her back to him and snuggling into her pillow.

He grins, “Yes Ma’am.” Hurrying he turns out the lights and slips into bed with her, cozying up to her back as she likes. Just as he is thinking that he’s gotten off easily for the night she reaches back and her hand encircles his cock. She looks back at him, mischief shining in her eyes as she guides his still hard cock into her moist pussy. He groans, his hips thrusting forward with a need of their own. She smacks his ass sharply and he stops himself from moving.

She blows him a kiss, “Sleep, no sex, just sleep.” she coos, “And if you’re good and hard still come morning I’ll let you fuck me until we both cum.” Wiggling her ass, his lips nuzzling her neck as his arms slips around her waist. “Of course if you cum during the night I’ll have to deny you even longer.” she says sleepily, “So behave yourself.” He lays there, the heat of her body inviting him, every now and then the muscles of her pussy contract. Her breathing steadies, deep long sighs of a sleeping goddess filling his ears. All he can do is lay there and listen for he knows sleep will never be his this night.

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This story is completely fictional. All characters are willing participants in all activities and similarities between other fictional characters is unintentional.

I hope you enjoy the story and welcome all feedback. This is my first time writing so expect there to be a few mistakes.

Thanks and I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.

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I laid there helpless, terrified and shaking. Wondering how I was going to explain this to not only my wife’s sister, but also my wife who she’d inevitably tell. Jennifer, my wife’s sister, stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Her face was red and her eyes were wide as she looked me up and down. I dreaded what she was going to do next.

How had I gotten myself into this predicament? Why was she here? What was she going to do? Would my wife ask for a divorce? Did I doze off and I’m dreaming this?

A million questions ran through my mind in the space of what was probably only a few seconds. Here is how I came to be in this situation.

It early December. I had a week’s worth of vacation left over that I was being forced to take as I couldn’t carry it into the new year. Unfortunately, the only week I was able to take it fell at the same time my wife had a trip planned with some girlfriends from work. She would be gone on a cruise for 10 days and I’d have the house to myself. I was actually looking forward to the time alone to practice some of my fetishes that I kept secret from her.

My wife and I have been married for just under 3 years. I love her very much, but could never bring myself to tell her about my deepest fantasies. I realized in my early 20’s that I liked crossdressing and bondage. Before dating her I would often spend weekends in my apartment dressed as a woman. I had brought it up to a couple of previous girlfriends and the relationships always ended soon after. When I met my wife I didn’t tell her out of fear of losing her. Now I was in a predicament where I would dress as a woman and tie myself up behind her back. I didn’t want to hide it from her, but I also didn’t want to risk losing her. The opportunities to crossdress were few and kuşadası escort far between, so the time alone would be nice. She had felt guilty and asked me if I wanted her to cancel her trip, but I insisted she go and have fun.

That day, the Friday before my week off, I took off from work at noon. I rushed home and excitedly grabbed my things from the garage and brought them into the bedroom. I stripped naked and rushed into the shower. I made sure my chest was hairless and jumped out. I decided I’d forgo applying makeup for today. In the bedroom I opened up my bag and started getting dressed for my afternoon adventure.

First, I took out my breast forms and applied the adhesive to the back, firmly holding them in place on my chest until the glue set. They were nothing monstrous, but had a nice weight to them that tugged at the skin on my chest. Next I grabbed my black basque with a dark pink trim and put it on. It clung tightly to my new boobs and supported their weight. I then rolled my black opaque thigh high stockings up my legs, which were fastened to the garters on the basque. I would have loved to wear a more sheer stocking, but hated seeing my leg hair through the stockings and couldn’t think of a valid excuse to tell my wife for shaving my legs. A black and pink thong that matched my basque was next. I had learned early to put this on after the stockings were attached so I could remove them with the stockings still in place. My pair of Ellie Juliet platform sandals with their 2″ platform and 6″ heels finished off my look.

Next step in my afternoon adventure was my bondage. I walked to the kitchen, trying my best to steady myself on the 6″ heels. I had gotten pretty good at walking in them when I was younger, but the lack of recent practice made it difficult. I grabbed a few ice cubes from the freezer and made it back to the bedroom without incident. I placed the ice cubes in the bottom of an old stocking, and then slid a keyring down over the outside. I hung the stocking up from the closet handle with a bowl underneath. The keyring held an assortment of padlock and handcuff keys to all the locks I would be using. Also attached was a kuşadası escort bayan thin cord that I ran over to the bed. From previous experience I knew it would take about 3 hours for the ice to melt and allow the key ring to slip off.

I started with my ankles and worked my way up. A pair of linked leather cuffs were done up on each ankle and locked in place. These were followed by another set of cuffs just below my knees and another set on my thighs. They were tight enough to completely immobilize my legs. While I was still standing, I grabbed my 6″ remote control vibrating butt plug and lubed it up. Bent over, I was able to work it into my ass until my anal ring passed the widest part and sucked the last inch inside of me. It also had an attachment that ran between my legs and held a ring that very tightly sat around the base of my cock and had a vibrating egg embedded in it. It fit very much like a cock ring and had a similar effect, making it take a lot longer to reach orgasm. The center strap from my thong held everything in nicely.

Next I sat down on the bed and secured my ankles to a chain wrapped around the legs of the bed. Once they were secured and I tested my bonds, I attached the leather cuffs to my wrists. I tied the cord from the keyring to one of them to make sure it wouldn’t fall out of reach, after all, it would be 10 days before anyone would find my if my release mechanism failed! I grabbed my ball gag and fastened it around my mouth after inserting a pair of my wife’s panties to make sure I couldn’t make a sound. This was the only thing I didn’t padlock, as without my hands, it was impossible to get off anyways.

I secured my left arm with a padlock to another chain on the bed post, pulled tightly so I could barely move my arm. The last thing I did before securing my right arm was set the mode to my butt plug to “Random” and turned it on. Instantly I felt the buzzing deep inside me, buzzing against my prostate and cock. I set the remote out of reach on the nightstand and latched the last padlock, completing my bondage and leaving me at the mercy of the melting ice.

The butt plug immediately started having its escort kuşadası desired effect. Set on “Random”, it would unpredictability come to life in different strengths, durations, and patterns and then shut off for random lengths of time. Each time it came on it moved me closer and closer to orgasm, but would always shut off before allowing me to reach release. The simultaneous stimulation of my prostate and cock felt incredible and as the minutes passed by I began hoping it would stay on long enough. I started moving my hips on the bed, causing it to move around inside of me a bit, but it was never enough to put me over the edge. The front of my panties was soaked in precum as I was teased by the plug more and more. I laid in this state for almost two hours and the clock read just after 3pm.

It was just over two hours into my self bondage when something startled me. I could of swore I heard the back door open and close. I tried to convince myself I was hearing things when I heard heels clicking on the tile floor of the kitchen. My mind raced as to who it could be. I dropped my wife off at the airport early this morning and she called me when she landed in Miami, so it couldn’t be her. It had to be someone with a key as I had made sure all the doors were locked before getting dressed, but who would just randomly come into my house?

I struggled at the my bonds, trying to get loose, to no avail. I tugged on the cord, hoping the key ring would come off, but it held tight. I had tried to pull the stocking off the closet door handle, but with the limited movement in my arms I couldn’t generate enough force to get it to come off. I heard the heels start clicking their way down the hallway towards my bedroom door. At this point I decided it best to lay still and not make any noise that would attract the attention of whoever was breaking into my house. Closer and closer the heels came. The tighter and tighter my bonds felt. The more and more I held my breath. The clicking stopped just outside the bedroom door.

The door to my room swung open and my sister-in-law stood in the doorway. Her jaw dropped and her face reddened as she saw me laying on the bed, bound tightly and dressed head to toe in women’s lingerie. I stared back at her, studying her reaction, hoping for the best but not quite being sure what that was.

END CHAPTER ONE

I hope you enjoyed the first part of the story. Things will get more interesting as the series progresses.

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Harriet’s satisfaction peaked as she befriended ‘Curious Mandy’ via e-mail; she learned that like so many housewives she had inhibited a strong sexual desire to dominate, particularly as she suspected her chauvinistic husband was having affairs with younger women, while she was trapped in a dour and lifeless marriage. She edged toward separation, and Harriet was determined she’d help her go through with this and secure her freedom, Bryant would make the perfect foil in showing her just how things should be for an independent woman, and she could vent her ire upon him for daring to suggest he would dominate her; the sexual satisfaction she’d enjoy in her triumph over him would be immense, and Harriet’s pleasure at seeing Bryant reduced further and so deservedly, had her cunt wet with excitement.

Amanda Horton showed no inhibition of her desires on receiving that initial mail with the picture of the male who had boasted his dominance, only to be shown leashed and conquered by a younger woman; she described to Harriet how she had masturbated many times over the sweet reality of the true position he held, and how she was lifted by the truth. She was more than eager to hold that leash, and have Bryant know the prim and exacting justice of the cane as he paid for the chauvinism he’d dared to suggest.

Harriet told Amanda of her pleasing progress, and agreed to meet her for the first time at the library, so that any slight thought that the mails and picture were contrived would be dispelled on meeting in so public a place; Harriet gaining an extra thrill at having a woman she’d never met witness the triumph of her vengeance on those who had showered scorn upon her. The submissive male who had been promised the task of carrying her things home for her at the end of the day, would now earn an unforseen treat beyond simply being seen to be under her control by the members of staff; he would warm Amanda’s dominance in preparation for Bryant being presented to her, ensuring her ego was fully inflated and her arousal at a peak, in preparation for justice to be served so fittingly.

Bryant had spent the night sleeping on a futon at the foot of Harriet’s bed, his slumber fitful as he toyed with the cruel cage she’d imprisoned his genitalia with. He knelt on the futon and looked up at her glorious naked figure with pleading eyes, when she had showered and stood gently fluffing her hair with a soft towel. She grinned as she bent and unbuckled his gag, at least allowing his mouth freedom. His cock pulsed hard in the tight chrome grid, the eye of his bell-end glistening with pre-cum as it poked through the slot of the shiny dome which allowed him to piss but nothing else, as she picked the tiny key on its small chain from her bedside cabinet. Her grin broadened on savouring the disappointment in his eyes as she threaded the small chain through a gold chain and fastened it with her delicately manicured fingers about her neck, the key dropping into the warm haven of the cleavage between her full breasts.

‘You’ll not be given the chance to disobey me and masturbate while I’m away, I know you won’t be able to resist the temptation, so I’ll ensure you don’t.’ His mouth opened to gesture a plea, but he was silenced as Harriet placed her upright index finger against her lips; the silent command preventing his words.

‘I have a list of household duties that you’ll perform today… Now, you’ll help me dress for my last day at work.’ Bryant was yearning to wank hard by the time he zipped her into the tight waisted black leather skirt, the split at the rear giving him a teasing view of her black seamed stockings, her full round arse tight in the leather above above it, the reflected light shining from the skirt to emphasise her delicious curves as she stood in regal dominance while he attended her. With her hair up in a bun, her tight white blouse over a bra which raised her breasts to show their full glory, she looked every inch the strict schoolmistress of many a submissive male’s fantasies. She further imposed her authority, pointing to a list on the table she’d compiled with an air of nonchalant confidence.

‘You’ll see these tasks are all completed, then you’ll shower and await my return on your knees at the foot of my bed at five o’clock. Be sure to be there in good time, I may return earlier, and if you’re not there…’ With her bedroom facing the rear of the house, Harriet was quietly confident that Bryant would not be tempted to chance waiting at a window to the front of the house to view her return; she’d have company she didn’t want him to see until she was ready.

Harriet astounded herself with her own confidence as she strutted to the door of the dour grey library building at five minutes after nine, deliberately late to ensure she received maximum focus from a full compliment of staff. She had thought she might have a little twinge of nerves on her approach, but the only twinge she felt was the pleasing tingle of her cunt as it moved in the black satin panties below the tight leather skirt, today she would wreak just revenge upon those so deserving of it.

Inside, kuşadası escort Albert Gifford, the beer-bellied and balding Head Librarian had been tutting and eyeing his watch before returning to his office, commenting on how the Harper girl had had more than enough time with her complimentary days off for the funeral to get over the loss of her mother; the female members making up the other staff, nodding nonchalantly in agreement with him, as he asked that she be sent into him when she arrived, to be rebuked regarding her time-keeping. The officious middle-aged women raised their noses at each other, she’d better turn up, somebody had to pick up the returned books and shelve them after all.

The door opened and Harriet strode in, a wicked smile on her face as the stunned women took in the metamorphosis that had taken place, Ella Brown, a church going busy body in the local community with mouth agape as the once demure and servile girl breezed up to the coat hook and calmly hung her smart jacket where once the girlish grey woolen coat had hung. Fay Wright, the wife of a local and henpecked police officer, looked on with immediate jealousy at the tight leather skirt and seams that she aspired to but would never dare wear, and Sybil Clark, the Deputy Head Librarian, herself a closet dominatrix who had her businessman husband behave as she believed all men should, was the first to find the courage to speak.

‘We know you’ve been through an emotional period Miss Harper, but do you think your mode of dress is appropriate for the library?’ Harriet grinned and strutted over to her on her tool heels, her new confidence oh so evident.

‘I think it perfectly appropriate for what may be my last day here Sybil… and as for that ’emotional period’, I’m not just rid of my overbearing mother, I’m rid of the life that went with it too.’ She smiled curtly as the other women hid their smiles behind their hands as the bold woman that Harriet had become had the temerity to address the matriarchal woman as ‘Sybil’ rather than the expected ‘Ms Clark’, the woman stuck for words externally, but inwardly admiring her spirit.

‘Well… I think you’d best see what Mr Gifford has to say, he errr… demands to see you regarding your timekeeping… you intend leaving us?’ Harriet smiled knowingly as she felt the unconscious respect that the stern woman now showed her.

‘Yes, I have many things to do with my life beyond this library now, and I’ll see if I can make other changes too… Sybil.’ The older woman’s eyes pricked up; everyone was aware of the officious woman’s aspirations to be Head Librarian, thwarted only by the stubborn resilience of the male who frequented the office with his name on the door. Harriet brushed past her, leaving a waft of heady and sexually potent, and expensive perfume as she made for that door with supreme confidence.

Albert Gifford had placed the small chair in which the demure gir would sit, a yard or so from his desk; it always gave him a keen erection to chide his female subjects this way, sat exposed while he brandished his pompous authority regarding shortcomings he found with them. His jaw dropped as the door swung open without the courtesy of a knock, and the erection he anticipated started early as the vision that had once been the meek Harriet Harper strutted in. She smiled casually at the small chair, for once glad to see it as her tight leather skirt creaked exquisitely on descending to it; slowly crossing her legs, she gave the startled male a generous view of her legs clad in black nylon, her broad arse and tight waist enveloping the chair as she waved a spiked stiletto playfully. The Head Librarian swallowed hard as he took in the full breasts which pointed nipples at him through the intimidating bra and thin blouse, lost for words. Harriet’s cunt swelled as she savoured his being struck dumb with bewilderment.

‘You wanted to see me… Gifford? Well here I am, I don’t have all day.’ Outside, the three women flocked to the door, vainly straining their ears to hear what was being said, though murmurs were the only audible noise, much to their disappointment. The pompous male reddened at being addressed by his surname, though it tweaked at his budding erection as much as her appearance. He blurted a response.

‘Your… your timekeeping is… is not acceptable, I expect my staff to be be here on time… regardless of circumstances.’ Harriet smiled casually and astounded Gifford by taking a cigarette from her bag and calmly igniting it, blowing a waft of smoke through his non-smoking office.

‘Then you won’t have to worry about that too much after today; I’m giving you short notice, today is my last day working here, though I may venture back on occasion.’ Gifford stood, partly outraged, partly in awe, as she held the cigarette at arms length and flicked the ash on his polished floor.

‘You can’t just leave like that… it’s impossible! I’ll need a month’s notice… those are the regulations.’ Harriet simply lifted her chin and smiled softly at his guarded tantrum.

‘And what kuşadası escort bayan do the regulations say about those books you obtained by special order?’ She leaned forward and grinned cruelly as she watched him swallow harder than ever.

‘…you know, the ones you received without the titles being listed, the ones which aren’t displayed in the library… the ones you’ve kept as your own private collection at the expense of the local authority?’ Gifford’s face blushed with acute embarrassment at being caught, his anus clenching hard and his cock showing its defiance at his shame by hardening. Harriet drew on the cigarette in triumphal contentment, her red lips screwing on the but and leaving their mark as she smiled on inhaling.

‘You were very foolish in allowing me the keys; I was just a servile innocent girl who’d never dare to pry after all. Well, you were wrong. I’ve been on to your scam for some time, and your choice of titles through that discrete wholesaler were of great interest to me; it didn’t take long to decipher how you’d covered the accounting for them on the computer, you’ve been a very naughty man.’ Gifford’s terror increased as he visioned his life dissolving before him, newspaper reports, pilloried publicly in court; she had seemed such a homely girl whom he’d never dreamed was clever enough… He went white and stared at her with pleading eyes.

‘OK… You can go whenever you want… please… please don’t… ‘ Harriet laughed, her cunt now wet as he squirmed for her pleasure.

‘Venus in Furs’, Stanton’s various pictorials, and so many lesser known but equally sordid sexual novels, many there in that cabinet behind you – the lock so easily picked, you ARE careless – and so many more which have disappeared home with you. I was so disappointed to reach the near end of a tale regarding a dominated male, only to find that you’d secreted it home earlier that day. You’ll have to let me complete my reading some day, perhaps you’ll read it to me.’ Gifford now sensed that some form of blackmail would be her intention, the strange relief it offered made him discard any element of self esteem.

‘Please… I’ll do anything… anything.’ Harriet looked at him sternly and pointed down to the floor where she sat.

‘You’ll start by kissing my feet. Now!’ Harriet placed both stilettos to the floor as Gifford fumbled from behind the grandiose desk which he had sat so pompously behind on so many prior occasions, and belittled himself at her feet. She stroked his balding pate as he humbled himself at her shining black shoes, his lips leaving wet ovals on the patent leather.

‘There, I know how you’ve loved to do that for a woman, and this is just the start.’ Gifford’s feeble heart pumped as the mixture of fear and strange carnal pleasure raced through his mind at what she had in hers. He looked up at her with eyes stunned at his predicament, his cock now harder than it had been in years as hers betrayed the sheer pleasure at his torment. She grinned smugly and pointed to the ash she’d dropped.

‘Lick that up immediately!.. we can’t have Ms Sybil Clark’s office in a mess.’ Gifford gasped at her words as she laughed while his tongue lapped at the ash; he not sure as to whether the acrid taste or her words were the worse. He spluttered as he consumed the burnt offering and stared at her in disbelief from his knees, the bulge in his grey suit trousers betraying his true thoughts at being put firmly in his place, her confident smile ensuring the bulge pulsed readily.

‘Oh yes, there’ll be changes round here. I know you’ve probably masturbated over her; we both know the sort of strong woman she hides behind her prim and proper outer shell, it’s oh so obvious. You’ve been finding your position a bit of a strain, and you’ve decided to turn your role over to her, taking on her role as her underling; that’s what your official report to the authority will be.’ She lifted her stiletto to his lips and nodded her head, Gifford needing no further prompting in complying and kissing the toe obediently.

‘The truth is, we’re going to have her in here, and you’re going to beg that you reverse roles with her. I’ll see that she allows you to share this office; she’ll have extra curricular duties for you that will require your close proximity no doubt. I’m sure the benefit of achieving the position of Head Librarian will be enough to appease her when you confess the secret that has brought about your sad demise.’ Gifford panted as he took in the dramatic change imposed on him, he could do nothing to change it, and had indeed fantasised about the stern woman. He would shortly have the opportunity to spend his seed over the reality of her guarded sexual dominance, which would be released by her in the euphoria of her new role.

Gifford quivered in shame and a subliminally deep ecstasy at the surreal situation as he knelt on the floor, watching the supreme Harriet stand and her now delicious arse making the leather skirt squeak as the globes of flesh jostled within it on her strutting to the door. She grinned as she escort kuşadası felt and heard the dispersal of bodies behind it on pulling it slightly open. She adjusted her posture to appear as nonchalant as possible on popping her head round the door, seeing Ella and Fay scurrying toward the shelves with the books that had awaited her re-shelving, and Sybil hastily tapping the computer keyboard in an attempt to appear occupied.

‘Mr Gifford requires your attendance Ms Clark.’ The matriarchal woman deftly adjusted her hair and made her approach in typical haughty fashion, eyes half-closed in studied importance at the inconvenience at being called from her work. Subconsciously, she was pleased at the opportunity to have the undeserving male know her natural authority within whatever discourse took place; she had indulged in many a fantasy about him too, while being pleasured by her feeble husband. Her cunt fluttered immediately on being shown into the room by the curtly smiling Harriet, seeing Gifford kneeling on the floor, his hands trying to hide the shame on his face. Harriet flicked the latch on the door, locking it.

‘You’re probably wondering why the click of that latch is heard so often Sybil; well, Gifford here has been a very naughty man indeed, and he’s decided to confess all to you, and beg your silence over a certain matter by means of making you a very pleasing offer.’ Harriet was pleased to see that Sybil’s initially shocked expression was now cut by a guarded half sneer, more than delighted already by what she saw. Harriet strutted over to the kneeling male, and stood in a dominant pose over him as he cowered in the combined dilemma of shame and the cutting internal excitement at having his submissive tendencies exposed before a woman whom he knew would relish controlling him.

‘There’s no escaping it, and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy your humiliation; it’s been long overdue and so deserved. Tell Ms Clark about the books… Now.’ Gifford panted and looked up at the stern Sybil, her arms crossed and her sneer growing all the time; she looked particularly attractive now, and he knew she’d dominate him mercilessly now that the false and pretentious veil of formality would be removed forever, she in turn looked upon the kneeling male with wholesome anticipation, her cunt oozing nicely on inspecting the bulge in his trousers which heralded the mutual pleasure she guessed was coming.

‘I… I purchased books… with money from the authority… books that were not for display, books I kept for myself.’ Harriet was joined by Sybil as she stepped over to stand proudly above the penitent male, savouring his humiliation.

‘Tell her what the books were about; they pleased me, and I’m more than sure that Ms Clark will find them most appealing too.’ Sybil put a finger under his chin and lifted his head.

‘Yes Gifford, you’ll tell me everything… I’ll know if you’re hiding anything, and you know you won’t be able to hide behind your authority anymore, it looks like you’re just where we both secretly wanted you to be.’ Gifford’s cock boned with a curious pleasure as he felt her control sweeping his former positional defence away, and this before she knew what else was to come.

‘The books.. the books are all… all BDSM, with the accent on… on female domination.’ He gasped with a strange relief as he let it out, and sniffed pitifully at Sybil’s scent, now yearning to be totally humiliated by her. Harriet smiled as she saw the pleasured look on Sybil’s face; she now held him completely under her control and would toy with him incessantly. Harriet elaborated as he bowed before Sybil, in shame and carnal lust.

‘Some of the books were historical classics, but still not acceptable for this staid library and it’s patrons, others… well Gifford, you certainly kept me entertained – others were very risque novels, graphic and extreme; I particularly enjoyed the snuff tales. The court would have a field day if ever it came to light.’ Sybil let out a gentle but cynical laugh as he cowered at her feet in humiliation.

‘I knew it. I felt your eyes on me on so many occasions, now why would anyone be attracted to an older authoritative woman like me? You’ve confirmed what I’d thought for a long time; it seems my miserably pathetic husband is going to get some relief from my domineering ways, he now has some unforseen competition.’ Harriet strutted to the cabinet where the current crop of books were stashed and with the aid of a paper knife from his desk, opened the lock with consummate ease.

‘Now you’ll tell Ms Clark what you’ve been told to say in order that she might consider not turning you over to the authorities; you’ll be at her mercy, whatever she decides. Then we’ll both give you something you’ve deserved in a long time.’ She smiled as she opened the cabinet doors, displaying the hoard of lurid books, and her fingers pulled a cane from it which she’d taped unseen in the corner behind the doors. Sybil’s smile was one of supreme triumph as she watched Gifford’s face drop in acceptance of what was to come; his humiliation would be capped most fittingly with a caning that he’d earned for his previous pomposity. His balls tingled as Harriet flexed the cane and he looked up to the stern woman who would now be put in a position to dominate him in work and play, his voice breaking as he thought of the strokes to come.

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