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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very much so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, erm… cane?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you enjoy it?”

Fay looked a little embarrassed as she shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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