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Rhythmically, as if trying to tune the beating of my heart to hers, she clenches my hand as we climb the shallow staircase.

She smiles through a tightened jaw and walks with a grace devoid of its usual life. Holly’s facade would make fools of most people, but to me, her stress couldn’t be more obvious if she were wearing a signboard.

“Good evening. How may I help you?” a melodic voice reaches out from the shadows as a beautiful woman in a fitted and very feminine tuxedo steps from the darkness.

“Good evening Michelle,” I say, passing her two plastic cards taken from the inside pocket of my tuxedo jacket. “We have a reservation for 8:30.”

Michelle smiles, swiping the rectangles through the notebook computer she cradles like a high-tech clipboard. Returning the membership cards, her voice is full of recognition.

“Welcome back, Mr Maxwell. And you as well, Ms Carbone. Good to see you again.” A door, previously hidden in the immaculate matte black finish of the building, swings open of its own accord as Michelle steps aside.

“Thank you very much, Michelle. Have a good night.” I smile, gesturing for Holly to enter. The door closes silently, sealing us in. The large obsidian desk across the dim foyer hides the man until we have crossed over half the great hall. He knows we are coming of course, and strides out from his post behind the counter.

“Mr. Maxwell and Ms Carbone, welcome back to The Blackness. We have prepared for your reservation at 8:30, as per your requests. If you will follow me, I will take you to your room to get prepared.” His accent was a very refined British, suggesting a high level of efficiency and competency.

“Thank you Billy. Yes, please.” Down a darkened corridor and past a series of closed doors, we reach the very last door at the end of the hall. Billy unlocks the room with an antique skeleton key and ushers us inside.

“If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call. I will be back to bring you to the Main Room at 8:25.”

Relief flashes across Holly’s pale face as the door closes silently behind the concierge. She feels more comfortable here than almost any other place in the world. Here she can be herself at her most primal, sensual level, existing only for experiences and sensations. And everything at The Blackness exists solely for its guest’s experiences and sensations.

As promised, our clothing and other items the club had picked up earlier in the week were arranged neatly, Holly’s in one antique wardrobe, mine in another. The leather items glowed with a high sheen and the clothing was freshly laundered and pressed.

It was this attention to detail which earned The Blackness its reputation and standing in the community, and gave it the ability to charge its highly outrageous membership fees. People paid because there was simply no other place like The Blackness in this country or any other.

As “Honoured Patrons” however, our membership fees were waived, provided we made reservations at least four times per year. This was our seventh reservation this year and we had plans to come at least twice more before New Year’s Eve.

“What are you thinking about?” Holly asks with an intrigued look. Her green eyes try to bore into my soul but I am fully in the room and in character.

“Holly, we have talked about this before. You are not permitted to speak once we enter the club. You had been doing such a good job until now, as well. But, rules are rules and there must be consequences.”

Hearing my rebuke, both in my words and in the tone of my voice, Holly shudders. A small amount of fear, mixed with growing anticipation, desire and the need for release flashes across her features.

Falling to her knees, she bows her head, long red hair held back in a ponytail tied with a dark crimson velvet ribbon. “Please forgive me, master. I forgot the rules and needed to be reminded. Please teach me so I will not forget again.” Voice strong but barely above a whisper.

“Not now, my dear. I want you to think about what you have done and feel ashamed that I have chosen not to punish you immediately. Now, stand up and dress me. We are running out of time and we cannot be late.”

Bounding to her feet, Holly moves behind me to remove my tuxedo jacket. Well practiced, she slides it easily from my shoulders and off my arms, quickly hanging it up in the armoire. Before long, the remainder of my tuxedo has been neatly hung as well, leaving me naked in the centre of the room.

Holly kneels in front of me again, this time with a cloth wet with warm water and rinses my stiffening cock, balls and ass. Pleased with her work, she looks up at me for permission. “Yes my dear,” is all I say and, with an excited smile, Holly takes my hard member between her lips.

This was all part of our ritual. She would undress and wash me, then suck bebek escort me almost to the point of orgasm. She would stop of her own accord, knowing and having experienced the punishment of not being careful enough and making me cum in her mouth. I prefer to fulfill our reservation feeling a bit sexually tense and Holly can tell the difference immediately when I am not at my peak.

So, after much practice, she can usually bring me to the brink and stop. A few times she has deliberately gone too far just to make me displeased and force me to punish her. I wonder if tonight was going to be one of those nights.

She had been telling me all week how bad it was at work and how much stress she was under. Holly almost jumped through the phone in excitement when I asked if she wanted me to try to get us this reservation.

But no, Holly was being a good girl tonight, except for speaking earlier. She knows the punishment for speaking is much lighter than the one for making me cum, so she is being disobedient, but not too much. I make a note of this and decide to be a little more observant and flexible when we get to the main room.

As my body begins to shake, Holly stops sucking and holds my cock motionless against her tongue. She is feeling me out tonight too. Sometimes, she has stopped at the correct time but I have thrust into her mouth to push myself over the edge, only to blame her to justify punishment.

Tonight, I am a good boy as well and remove my throbbing dick from her mouth, as much as it pains me to do so. “Dress me now.”

Rising, Holly moves to my armoire. Unzipping the garment bag, she has her first glimpse at the outfit I had chosen to wear tonight and her sudden intake of breath tells me it meets with her approval.

“Do you like it? I bought it just for tonight.” I asked.

“Yes master, I love it. It is beautiful.” she moans as she carries the garment to me like a priestess bringing an offering to her god.

The smooth leather feels cool on my thighs then my hips and buttocks as she slides the new black kilt into place and fastens the two large stainless buckles to close it. My erection presses urgently against the front of the skirt but the leather is heavy enough to hold my member pointing at the floor. Not an entirely comfortable position but not particularly unpleasant either.

Returning with my boots, Holly kneels and presses the soles against her sex to help me slide them on: jackboots, black, with a mirror finish. Slipping into the stiff leather was like putting a corset on my feet but the look and the feeling were beyond words. Lastly was the white linen pirate shirt I had chosen for the evening. I lift my arms as Holly pulls the shirt over my head and smoothes it around my waist. Her hands linger a bit longer than necessary on my shoulders, chest and waist, but I let it pass.

“Thank you Holly. Now, go and dress yourself quickly. Billy will be back for us at any moment.” She bows demurely and walks with long strides to her wardrobe, sliding her black ball gown to the floor as she moves. As ordered, she wore no undergarments and she is completely and beautifully naked in seconds.

Holly is perfection, skin smooth, freckled and free of tan lines. She goes to the gym just enough to keep her body the way I like: soft, sexy and supple. I pull my gaze away and refocus on what I need to do to finish getting ready.

After storing various instruments in concealed pockets, I reach into the shadows of the wardrobe and remove a long bag of crimson velvet. The tie at the top of the bag comes loose, easily revealing another new purchase, a mahogany walking stick with an elaborate knot made of titanium for a handle. The heft of the cane was solid but not too heavy and the finish shone even in the subdued light in the room.

I turn to check on Holly’s progress and find her staring at my new cane, a look of uncertainty on her pretty face. I ignore her concern and say “If you are ready, please kneel.”

My words break Holly out of her spell and she sinks to her knees and closes her eyes. Taking a simple black leather strap from my armoire, I walk to her and fasten the collar around her alabaster neck. “By placing this collar around your neck, I claim you as my slave. My property, to do with as I please and discard at my leisure. Do you give yourself or do I need to take you against your will?” I ask.

“Yes, Master, I give myself to you willingly. Everything I have and am is yours to use for your own pleasures.” Holly breathes, completing our binding ritual.

“Very good Holly. Now, stand so I can inspect you.”

Climbing to her feet, she stands straight and tall but with her head bowed. Now that we are bound, she will not look at me again until after we have completed our reservation.

Her red hair is still tied with the red ribbon, mecidiyeköy escort which matches the dark crimson of her velvet dress and also the bag I just took my cane from. The dress is Holly’s favourite. I had given it to her before our first reservation at The Blackness and she had never worn it here since. By choosing it for her to wear tonight, I wanted her to understand what was about to happen was very special, as special as our first night together.

Since I picked out her entire outfit, I know that under the dress are the sheerest panties she owns, a black thong closer to a fine gauze than fabric. A pair of silk stockings, complete with a seam, hug her legs, held up by a garter belt that matches the thong.

As I walk around her, making sure everything is perfect, I am again hypnotized by her beauty. I love this woman more than anyone else I have ever met and she loves and trusts me completely.

“You are perfect as always. And very lovely. Are you ready, my dear?”

“Yes Master, I am always ready to serve you.” We approach the dimly lit dais, I leading Holly to the stage by a length of black cord fastened to her collar with a shiny silver clasp. We mount the wide stairs carefully, taking the four steps smoothly before stepping onto the ever slowly-rotating platform at the top.

“Good evening. My name is John and my slave is Holly. Tonight we will be presenting a scene called “Hurt”. I hope you enjoy.” I say to the darkness surrounding us.

Although I cannot see them, I know there are dozens of eyes watching us, hidden in the shadows. That is the draw of The Blackness: part BDSM club, part performance art, a natural fit considering the theatrics common to both.

Pulling Holly to the centre of the circular dais, I pass her leash through a ring in the centre of the overhead bar. The bars look like a child’s swingset, welded out of square steel tubing and capable of suspending several 200 pound men, as was proven in a performance several weeks ago.

I pull the line tight so that Holly has to stand very straight on her toes to stop her collar from cutting into her neck. I love to stretch her out this way, it showcases her beautiful legs and strong calves. I cuff her wrists and spread her arms wide above her head, securing them to the frame as well.

“Holly, you have angered me greatly this week with your constant complaining and whining. I thought I had trained you better than to bore me with the details of your life.” I am speaking at a normal volume but the sensitive microphones hanging above the stage pick up my words and echo them through the sound system.

Holly doesn’t answer, just tries to hang her head lower, impossible with the tightness of the leash.

With all the problems that she told me about on our calls this week, I know I have to make things worse before I can give her the release her body screams for.

“Let me tell you what is wrong with your life, you filthy whore,” I walk circles around her outstretched form as I start to torment her.

“Your husband thinks you are a dirty slut. He hates you so much that he has given you to me to abuse you however I want. To cause you as much pain as you cause him in embarrassment.” Holly’s eyes fly open, fire burning behind the green irises.

I slap her across the face, “Eyes on the floor, slut!” Holly looks down but her eyes remain open and her jaw clenches.

“Your children are ashamed of you and the way you behave. They know all about your lovers and how you enjoy being tortured. They tell their friends you are a drunk so they do not have to explain your appearance after you get beaten to satisfy one of your depraved desires.”

“Fuck you, you cocksucker!” she spits, fighting against her restraints to attack me.

I slap her across the face again but she continues to fight. A second slap calms her a bit.

“The people you work with do not respect you either. They think you fucked the vice president to get your position and I think they are correct. Someone as slutty as you would do anything or anyone to get ahead. You disgust me.” I slap her reddened cheeks again, each side. She is seething with anger and there is hatred in her expression.

Good, I think, you are almost ready. “I think I will show everyone here how much of a cheap whore you actually are.” I reach into the top of my boot and pull out the silver handles of my butterfly knife.

Holly’s eyes widen in surprise. She had given me the knife a short time into our relationship after she learned of my fondness for blades. We had never really experimented in edge or blade play before and her look changes from anger to abstract fear.

A few flicks of my wrist reveals the blade hidden in the handles. The choice of this particular knife seems fitting, the showiness of opening it one handed fits with the rest of the scene. florya escort The wavy edge of the blade is the only bright part of the otherwise blackened steel and it adds a menacing feel.

Holly struggles and tries to back away as move toward her. She probably thinks I have lost my mind. I run the flat of the blade against the softness of her pale cheek and she cringes in fear. Slowly, I slide the metal down her throat and against her exposed chest. The fabric strains against her plump breasts, trying to keep them hidden but the blade of my knife releases them from their confinement.

“No,” she whispers, pleading once she understands what I mean to do. I ignore her and continue to slice down the front of her gown until it falls away.

“You fucking prick,” she says. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I own you my dear. Body, spirit and everything else you have, including your favourite dress. I would feel no worse throwing you away than this rag. In fact, let me show you just how little I care about you.”

I reach under the cool leather of my kilt and take my still erect cock into my hand, pulling it free of its bondage. Aiming at Holly’s shaved cunt, I let loose a stream of urine, soaking her from breasts to feet.

She screams out in rage and tries to turn away but the restraints hold her firmly in place.

“There, see how much you mean to me?” I say, putting myself away. She just stands there, bound, mostly naked, soaked and humiliated. The anger has peaked and is churning within her. She is ready.

“But you are still my responsibility, and apparently my training was not good enough, which is an insult that I am unwilling to bear. You must learn and it must be from my own hand.”

I walk behind her as she tries unsuccessfully to watch what I am going to do next. With a twist of the knot on the top of my cane, the wooden shaft comes loose and I pull it away, revealing a thin carbon fibre rod hidden inside.

The sound of it whistling through the air as I swing makes Holly fight even harder against her bonds, having heard similar sounds many times before. But the knots hold tight and Holly’s perfect back is marked with bright pink where the rod makes contact. Four more marks soon join the first as I strike her back and round ass repeatedly and quickly. Still, Holly is defiant and angry, refusing to cry out or even acknowledge the punishment.

A hidden switch in the knot causes sparks fly from the rod’s end as I drag it across the exposed steel of the framework. Holly jumps at the show of light and sound, pulling her collar tight against her throat, choking her until she resumes her proper position.

The first caress of the electric whip against her wet ass makes Holly cry out and lose her balance. Bracing for another jolt, she quickly regains her footing as I work my way around her, touching her breasts, pussy, face, legs, arms, ass with my electric finger.

The shocks are quickly draining both the energy and anger from Holly’s brown scarred body.

“Submit to me, Holly. Feel the pain, embrace it. Only the pain will take away the hurt.” I whisper as I touch the whip to her left nipple long enough that the stench of burning flesh starts to fill the air.

Still Holly remains standing and quiet. I need to get this over with quickly. She has got to crack soon. I draw my knife again and slide it between the shear fabric of her thong and the flesh of her hip.

The sharpness of the double edge slices easily through the material, leaving a thin crimson line on her skin. The knife repeats its action on the other side and I roughly pull the fabric across her swollen lips and throw it to the floor.

“You are such a whore that even though you have greatly displeased your master and I am punishing you, your cunt is still wet and looking for pleasure. I think I can fix that.”

I quickly touch the electrified tip of the rod to her bare pubic mound and the jolt knocks Holly off her feet again. Her clit is peaking out from her folds, reaching out to be stroked.

The cane crackles three times in quick succession before Holly can regain her balance. The feeling of beautiful agony on her most sensitive of areas shatters her last defenses, releasing her tears as her orgasm overtakes her will.

The stresses of the week drain from her body like the tears from her eyes. She is battered, broken and pathetic, hanging limp in her bonds. She is the most beautiful and fragile creature I have ever seen.

Releasing the leash from her collar and her arms from the cuffs, she collapses into my arms and sobs into my chest, adding her tears to the sweat soaked into my shirt. I take a warm blanket from the shelf on the stage and wrap my beautiful slave in its protective embrace as I help her down the stairs.

Back in our dressing room, I hold her in my arms as she sits in my lap, head resting on my shoulder. I whisper how much I love her and how proud I am of her, giving her gentle kisses on her forehead until her sobbing subsides.

She lifts her head from my shoulder, capturing me with her bright and peaceful emerald eyes. “Thank you, John. I needed that.”

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The room hums with anticipation. Mine. Yours.

I don’t know where you are. I don’t know what you have planned. I don’t know how long you’ll keep me like this, hands tied above my head in a silk restraint as I strain onto my toes to keep my weight from completely hanging from my wrists.

I know you love a surprise. I know you love to see me squirm. I know you love to watch as I try to make sense of the bindings and sensations, guessing at what your devious mind has planned for me and whimpering as the seconds stretch on.

Can you see the tremble of my thighs, the strain of my calves, the heave of my chest, the point of my nipples, the grip I hold on the restraints?

Has my suffering been to your amusement? Or did you leave? Has my squirming and straining and quivering and whimpering fallen upon deafened ears?

The idea of being alone has my heart hammering. I look left and right, as if the blindfold will give way to your smirking face and hungry eyes.

I hear the squeak of the floorboards, much to my surprise. You know which ones squeak and which are silent. You know how to hide your approach so the first touch sends me reeling. You know how to make the anticipation as sweet as the act.

Knowing your eyes are on me, I squirm more. I can feel your gaze running up and down my body, taking in the tips of my toes to the dishevelment of my hair beneath the blindfold.

Have you dimmed the lights? Or am I on full display to you?

I can’t help the whimper bursting from my lips as the hum of anticipation becomes tangible. Still not close enough, as if you’re seated by the door with the wand bouncing in your hand. I opened my mouth to ask for it when the buzzing shuts off and I’m once again in a void of all sensation other than the tug on my wrists, strain of my calves, and quiver of my thighs.

Another floor board creaks.

The callus of your thumb scrapes against my bottom lip. Your chest rumbles with amusement as your thumb slips past my parted lips and my tongue snakes out to greet you. I feel your fingers on my jaw as you tilt my head up towards you, thumb pressing further back until I’m nearly gagging on it.

“Are you going to be a good slut for me, Princess?” The deep baritone of your voice rumbled my core.

Eagerly, forcing your thumb further against my tongue, I nod.

“Have you been a good girl?”

Again, I nod. I swipe my tongue against your thumb. A promise of what I’ll do later, if you let me. As you retract your thumb, I close my lips around the knuckle to try to keep you near.

“Now now,” you scold, “all in good time.” özbek escort

Your thumb disappears from my mouth, your grip from my jaw, the feeling of your body mere inches from me.

“Have you been a good girl?” you continue, your words coming from my left.

“Yes sir.”

“Do you think you should be rewarded for being a good girl?” Your voice comes from my right.

“Yes sir.”

I jolt as something presses to my lips. Not your thumb again, though I’d gladly suck that back into my mouth.

My stomach tightens as you drag the wand across my lips.

“Kiss it,” you whisper. I let it cross over my lips once more before kissing it, blessing you with the consent to make me scream. Still pressed against my lips, the wand begins to vibrate. My favorite setting of constant vibration, turned up to the max.

You trail the wand down my body, across each hardened peak of quivering breast, over my belly button, and to the apex of my thighs when it stays for no more than a second before completely leaving my body.

“Please,” I whimper.

The loud smack of an open hand across my ass thunders with the stinging pain. I hardly hold back the scream you no doubt wanted to hear burst out. Your hand remains where it reddened the skin, softly tracing circles over the stinging skin.

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

I purse my lips.

“That question requires an answer.” I know from the smirk in your voice what is coming next. But I don’t brace, I don’t clench, I don’t take a breath in to prepare myself for the second smack across my ass.

I also don’t bite back the scream as your hand makes contact. I don’t still the quiver of my spine as you make lazy circles against my skin. I let you watch the reaction of my body clear as day.

“No sir,” I manage, “you did not give me permission to speak.”

“When do you speak?”

“When you give me permission, sir.”

“Good girl.”

I try to keep the smile off my mouth as you trace a finger over my bottom lip. You bring the wand so close to your clit, a breath away. I can feel it buzzing in the air above me as the feather light touch of your thumb grazing back across my jaw.

“Beg for it.”

“Please sir.” It’s half hearted, a taunt. You know it.

Another smack, harder. The nerves alight across my ass and up my spine. For a moment, my grip on the silky restraints slips and I sway backwards, against you. The simplest touch of your finger to push back against the movement has me puckering.

Your hand, so close as it slides down my mecidiyeköy escort hip to the curve of my ass, then back up, resting just below your favorite hole. So close you skim it as you pull your hand from me, the shivers chilling my nerves leaving with it.

“What do you want, slut?” The word does things to me not even your hand could do.

“To cum, sir.”

“You’ll need to be more specific about your desires, whore. What does my sex obsessed, dirty slut want?”

You could bring bring me to my orgasm, writhing and screaming, with just your words, and you know it. You know what to call me, how to say it, what to invoke to build me to my peak and shove me off of it.

I’m trying to keep my knees from trembling and moans suppressed as I say as clearly as I can, “I want that wand on my clit and clamps on my nipples, sir.”

“And your ass?”

“Plugged, sir.”

The pressure of the plug has me gasping, my orgasm on the horizon, like an ocean swell waiting to flood the beaches. I gasp through it, then moan as I pucker around it, adjusting my hips slightly. Your hand on my hip stills me.

Your mouth brushes my ear as the hard contours of your body brush against my backside. A particular hard part of your body pokes at my butt cheek through your jeans. Rough, the material scratches against my sensitive cheek.

“What do you say, slut?”

I swallow the shiver threatening to buckle my knees, still wobbling from the strain of my suspension. “Thank you sir for plugging my ass.”

I moan as your warm breath kisses the sensitive curve of my shoulder. “Now about those other two things.”

The buzzing returns. You hold it in front of me, your bicep brushing against my side as I attempt to nudge my hips towards it.

If I could turn right, maybe I could force that buzzing toy between my legs where my desire for you pools. I can feel it starting to spread across my thighs as I hold them open.

“Beg.”

“Please sir, please put it against my clit. Please sir.”

I jolt back into your body, unwavering, as the toy kisses my clit. A shriek stills on my tongue, replaced by a moan, as the toy presses harder against my clit. I would’ve buckled over, unable to hold myself upright as the vibrations spread through every inch of me, from the tips of my strained toes to the goosebumps rising on my arms still supporting the majority of my weight.

Your other arm slides from my lower back around the curve of my hip, and for a moment, I think you’re going to wrap it around me to alleviate some strain from my calves.

But you don’t. azeri escort

The trace of your fingers is a feather touch as it snakes from my naval up to my breast, cupping it softly as the hum of the vibrator mixes with my moans and whimpers.

I yelp as your fingers pinch my nipple, hard.

The heated mess between my legs increases, some of it sliding down my thighs. The wand is no doubt coated in my desire as you rub it slightly back and forth.

With your breath in my ear, the wand pressed against my clit, and your fingers pinching and tugging at my nipple, I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself up. How long until my legs shake too much to support my weight and it falls upon my strained arms already shaking? How long until I cascade in a wave of screams, begging, trembling, bucking?

I near that peak, that holy peak you’ve pushed me to. Inch by inch as your fingers tug harder at my nipples and the toy presses harder against me. My core tightened, buzzing at the same frequency as the toy you hold against me with an iron grip.

Panting, I throw my head back against your shoulder.

“Are you close?” Your voice, so still, as if you don’t hold a raging hurricane in your arms, egging it on towards complete destruction. But you don’t need my answer, you can tell from the buck of my hips, the whimpers escaping my lips, the quiver of my legs, the desire now rolling down my thighs.

The toy slips against me.

“Yes sir.”

“Well?” Your teeth graze the shell of my ear, nearly undoing the tightened knot in my gut begging for release. And I don’t know how long I can hold it taught.

“Please sir, can I cum?”

I feel your smirk against my neck. “I don’t think you want it.”

“Please sir, I really want to cum. Please can I cum?”

Your hum of consideration does nothing for the near explosion between my legs. I’m so close, braced like a surfer awaiting a perfect swell. I can see it, feel it, right on the horizon. So close I’m lost within it as your fingers on my nipple provide the pinch of pain to anchor me in the swelling pleasure.

The toy presses harder. I bite back my scream as the buzzing of my core erupts past my control and my legs buckle beneath me. My arms, shaking like my legs, grasp onto anything to hold the weight of my body.

My backside screams in chills as your body leaves mine, the toy and your wonderful fingers gone from where they tortured me.

“I couldn’t-” my voice breaks as realization sets in, but the waves of my orgasm continue to wreck my body. I’m a shivering, blubbering mess as the swell recedes and my swaying body comes to a chilling halt.

Your voice is rough as mine dies. “Did you cum without permission?”

“Yes sir.”

I hope I mirror your smirk as the first crack of a cane explodes pain through my ass. I’m in for a long night.

(To be continued)

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Stacy wouldn’t have spent the money to add it, but when she bought her new home it was already in place. She wasn’t that into gardening, but the previous owner had kept a very large flower garden on the spacious grounds and had a large, glass enclosure attached to the back of the house alongside the deck where she raised prize-winning violets.

It wasn’t really glass. The clear, curved panels of its roof and the not-so-clear panels of its walls were actually some sort of heavy plastic. It faced south so the full force of the sun shone on it throughout the day. The description of the home on the realtor’s website said it had an attached greenhouse, but as the realtor showed Stacy around the place, she constantly referred to it as a hothouse.

“Even if you don’t want to use it for plant seedlings,” the realtor had chirped. “It makes a very efficient solar collector and already has fans in place to circulate the warmth collected throughout the house in the cool days of fall and early spring.” She flipped a large switch and added, “And in the summertime, just open the roof panels and all heat escapes through the roof as cool air is pulled in through the louvers at the bottom.” She flipped the switch in the opposite direction and said smartly, “Perfect for the gardener or the environmentalist.”

Stacy was neither a gardener nor an environmentalist, she was a free-lance writer who worked from home and wrote everything from advertising copy to romance novels. She even did some ghost writing for an x-rated publishing house. She was not one of those women who loved to get her hands in the dirt and make things grow, but she did love visiting nude beaches and lying in the sun naked. As the saleslady babbled on about how many awards the previous owner had won for her violets, Stacy was not seeing flowers. She was envisioning the large hot house filled with a thick carpet on which she could lie and bask in the sun as it streamed into the glass enclosure.

There were other visions of herself in her mind, but those were for after she knew whether or not she could buy the house. It was way above her price range, but something told her that the seller would take a much lower bid than the asking price. Hoping for the best, she worked out what she could afford on her royalties and anticipated new book sales and made a ridiculously low offer to see what the counter offer would be.

To Stacy’s surprise, the counter offer was an acceptance of her bid. The realtor waited until signatures were in place on the closing documents to explain in her non-stop babbling style of talking, “I was starting to despair that I would ever find anyone who would appreciate that hothouse. Something like that sounds like a really good addition to the value of a home – and it is for the right person. But unless you have a really avid gardener or an extreme environmentalist, such a specialized add-on is a stumbling block to the sale. With the prices depressed and the glut on the market and the previous owner transferred to another state, all we could pray for was finding someone who was into the environment or gardening.”

As she sorted out the copies for Stacy, she added, “She was actually hoping for a quite a bit more, but was afraid that if she made a counter offer, it would scare you away…,” she stopped to take a breath and give Stacy a wide, toothy grin, “… so you got a really good deal. Since you said you weren’t all that much into the environment, I assume you will be using it for gardening.” She paused slightly again and finished with, “After all, what else could you use it for? “

Stacy kept her mouth tightly clamped shut so she didn’t accidentally say out loud, “Naked self-bondage.”

Stacy had plans for that greenhouse that had nothing to do with plants or the environment. She could see herself suspended in place of the trays of earth, with the spring-loaded chains going not from the bottom of the trays, but from ankle restraints on her legs to the floor mounts at the ends of where the trays were held. In her mind, the same was true for her hands so that she was held in mid-air, sweating heavily in the heat of the sun like a naked, glistening X.

Moving and settling into the house took several weeks, so it was late spring before Stacy began preparing the hothouse. The previous owner had not skimped on the design. It was as good, or better, than many commercial greenhouses that Stacy had seen. It was about twenty feet wide and forty feet long with two long rows of seedling tables down the middle. What was unusual about these tables is that they were not wooden or metal structures rising from the floor. Instead, they hung from the ceiling on stout cables. Beneath the trays, chains and long springs connected the trays to floor and prevented them from swaying around. The upper cables wound around long shafts which could be turned by electric motors. Thus, the trays could be raised to a comfortable height for work or lowered completely to ground level so that soil could be easily cihangir escort added for the next crop of seedlings. The row closest to the house was shorter than the other. In that row, one of the boxes had been removed. The cables for that box were wound tightly within the spool on the control shaft and held in place with a large pin. A large number of those pins – evidently one for each cable – were hanging on the exterior wall of the house next to a control panel for the hothouse.

The control panel consisted of a large electrical box with conduit branching off to several smaller boxes. Above the control panel was a box about a foot square with a lever on the side. Out of each of the smaller boxes additional conduit led to large electric heaters mounted along the walls of the hothouse and to additional heaters which hung from the ceiling above the rows of seedling boxes. Conduit also led to outdoor style electrical plugs mounted about a foot off the floor around the entire greenhouse. On the house wall next to the power panel, there was a large, open panel with a row of buttons labeled “Up” and “Down.” There was also a hand-held remote sitting on a shelf at the base of the button panel. It evidently also controlled the raising and lowering of the cables. That task could apparently also be controlled remotely by a computer or cell phone, at least that is what it said on the installation disk instructions that were on the shelf with the remote..

On the front of the main control panel was a stylized flower of some sort and, in a very large font that looked like growing vines, the words “Thompson’s Automated Fail-safe Greenhouse System.” Beneath that in smaller, normal, print, it said, “This system protects against the extremes of temperature 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Full power backup is included and all systems are fully redundant with cell phone and internet interface.” Finally, in a smaller version of the vine font, it said, “You can trust your precious flowers to Thompson’s” There was a thick operating manual also sitting on the shelf with the installation disk and other small parts and pieces that had the Thompson logo on them.

Stacy spent two weekends working in the hothouse removing the soil and the trays. That first Saturday, she worked nude inside the steaming structure, and then would slip on a light sundress at the door as she wheeled the garden wheel barrow out to the back of the property. She probably could have remained naked since the back yard was large and completely enclosed with a tall wooden fence, but she was afraid someone might be able see down into the yard across the back fence from the deck or upper floors of the house behind her.

No one was watching. If someone had been watching, the dress would have made little difference. Stacy was perspiring so heavily that even on the first trip with the wheelbarrow the dress was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to her body. As the day wore on, the mixture of sweat and dust which clung to her body created swirled patterns of light and dark making it look like she was wearing camo body paint beneath the now practically transparent garment. As the day began to fade into darkness, Stacy made the final two trips of the day without bothering to put on her dress. The next morning, when she resumed her labors, she didn’t bother with the dress at all.

Finally the heavy trays were empty and stacked neatly behind the garage. The hothouse was now just a large glass room with cables hanging from the ceiling and large eyebolts protruding slightly from recessed cavities in the floor. Stacy thought of removing all but one pair of the cables, but then realized that if she merely wound them totally around the control shaft, she could pin them in place.

The hothouse was cleaned out. Everything was almost ready. But the floor was still bare concrete. She went to a pool supply place a couple of towns over and asked if they worked in her neighborhood. They said, “Usually not,” but indicated that they were willing to work on her pool or whatever for a slight trip charge.

“Oh, no,” she answered, “It’s not that. What I want is that special pool area carpet you sell. A friend of mine recommended you. She said the carpet was very long and soft like an indoor carpet, but could get wet and would stand the sun like a good pool side carpet.”

“How big is your pool?” the salesman asked.

“Actually,” she replied, “it’s a greenhouse that I want to be able to use as an indoor patio.” She went on to say that she wanted to have parties out there and wanted it to look nice. “I’m reducing the hanging stuff to a minimum,” she explained, hoping that the salesman didn’t notice that she suddenly turned a deep shade of red.

The carpeting was installed the following Monday. Stacy wanted to be sure that nothing could go wrong, so Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings were spent testing. She was tempted to do the testing during the day, but she had not made a successful mecidiyeköy escort living as a writer by breaking her routine. She worked from home, but she worked very regular hours. Unless she gave herself a day off, she would be in her office room, at her desk writing or editing, from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon. Of course, sometimes she would need to compose her thoughts or clear her mind and would take a few hours off.

At her old house, when that happened – if the weather was good – she would put on her bikini and lie out on the back deck in the sun. Now she didn’t have to put on her bikini. For a half hour Tuesday afternoon and for almost two hours Thursday morning, she lay naked in the sunny hothouse sweating while she sorted out the ideas of her lasted project.

At her old house, after she lay out on the deck and cleared her mind, she would often leave the bikini on and return to her writing while things were still fresh in her mind. Thursday morning, she returned to her writing naked, taking her towel with her into her office to drape over her chair. That afternoon, she found that her mind seemed freer and more liberated as she wrote, and decided to make her office, as well as her whole home, clothing optional.

The weekend was spent getting to know the system, and doing additional testing. The Thompson control system manuals said it was fail-safe, but Stacy wanted to be totally sure. There was a “Test” button inside the circuit breaker panel. The manual said to test the panel at least four times a year. When Stacy pushed and held the test button all of the circuit breakers in the panel flipped off as though they had tripped. Red lights next to each breaker blinked in sequence while a small display screen at the top of the panel said, “Testing load.” Then one by one, the breakers flipped back to the on position. A voice from a small speaker said, “Power restored.”

A separate test button on a small switch panel said, “Alternate Power Test.” When Stacy pushed that, a large box mounted on the wall began humming and a beeping noise filled the hot house. The little voice said, “On battery backup.” The manual said to wait ten minutes before pushing the button again to complete the test. After five minutes, Stacy could hear a noise from the back yard. About half-way back in the yard was a very small shed that looked almost like a dog house, except that it had no door, only louvers on the sides. There was a fairly large propane tank next to the little structure. Stacy identified the noise as coming from the shed. It was the sound of a small motor. The humming stopped and a little voice from the control panel said, “Backup generator on line.”

Stacy also lowered the upper cables all of the way and connected them to the spring-loaded lower cables. When she raised them again, the cables stopped once there was sufficient tension on the spring. At least it wouldn’t rip her arms off if it didn’t stop where it was supposed to. She pressed the test buttons again with tension on the cables. After the circuit breakers restored, the little voice said, “Moving to safe position” and the cables unwound to floor level. When she repeated the test with the power backup, the cables remained in place until she pressed the “Generator Off” button. Then the buzzing returned to the box on the wall and the cables lowered. Evidently as long as the generator worked, everything ran normally, but if it went to battery backup, the system moved everything to the “safe position.”

“This really is fail-safe,” she said aloud, but she still did another week of testing. Finally on Thursday night, after having repeated every test at least three times, she said, “Tomorrow night I try a live test and Saturday go for real.”

Friday night, Stacy attached her suspension restraints to the upper and lower cables. The foot restraints were almost boots except that they opened totally in the front and were wrapped firmly in place with a Velcro band that went over the top of her foot and another which went all the way around the ankle and lower calf. On the bottom of the boot was a round metal bar, almost like a horses bit, through which a cable or other connection could be run.

Stacy attached one boot restraint to each of the spring stabilizers that had been at opposite ends of the eight foot trays. She then attached the special suspension hand restraints to the matching upper cables. The hand restraints were almost glove-like, or more accurately, mitten-like. They covered most of the forearm and had an area for the hand that curved around a padded iron bar so that a person could carry most of their weight on the closed hand rather than on the arm itself. Like the boots, they were totally open on the front and closed securely with large Velcro flaps. For the “live test,” Stacy did not close the flaps, but left them open so that she could, if necessary, withdraw her hand from the restraint glove.

It was 7:45 when she finished her other tests, so she set kurtuluş escort the controls to raise the cables at exactly 8:00 pm and release them at 8:10. It took less time that she had expected to secure her feet in the restraint boots and to put her hands in the restraint gloves, so she ended up standing there waiting for almost ten minutes. Finally, she heard the winch motors turning and the cable began to slowly wind up around the long support bar. Soon her arms were being stretched widely apart and then her feet began to leave the ground.

She had to estimate how high to take the cables because she didn’t know for sure how tightly it would stretch her at any given height. She had expected to either be hanging slightly limp in the cables or have to let go of the gloves and drop to the ground when the cables got over tight, but her estimate was perfect. She was raised into the air in a taut, naked X with her feet about four feet off the ground. When she realized it was exactly what she wanted, a wave of pleasure washed through her and she felt her cunt overflowing onto her thighs. “Tomorrow, I go for one hour in the sun,” she said aloud as the motors reversed and gently lowered her to the ground.

She spent the rest of the evening investigating more of the menus and controls on the remote control program which she has installed on her tablet computer. The purpose of one control totally baffled her. It said, “Opcty” and then had two input blocks. One said “Upper” and it was set to 00%. The other said “Lower” and it was set to 50%. She changed the lower number to 00% and pressed enter. Suddenly she was standing outside – or at least, the frosted portion of the green house had suddenly become clear. She changed both to 80% and it was as if the clear plastic had become solid walls. “I think I will leave that one alone for now,” she said aloud, and clicked the “Restore Defaults” button. Once again the plastic panes of the greenhouse became frosted in appearance on the lower portion and totally clear on the ceiling.

Saturday morning, Stacy rubbed herself down with sunblock and strapped herself into the restraint boots and gloves. This time it was for real. She folded the Velcro flaps over her arms and pushed them securely in place. Once the cables went taut, there was no way she could release herself until they lowered her back to the ground. She had set the controls to rise at 10:00 am and lower at 11:00.

Again, she stood waiting for the winch motors to kick in. As she waited, she thought, “This would probably be better with a blindfold.” There wasn’t time, however, to do anything about that this time. Exactly on time, the motors began turning. As the cables pulled her into the air, she could just barely see out of the top of the hothouse windows. “My neighbor across the way can probably see my head if they look out their back windows,” she thought to herself as she hung there.

For Stacy, the feeling of naked helplessness was amazing. Her nipples were stiff and erect. Her clit stuck out prominently from her cleft. Juices dribbled slowly down her legs. She found herself slowly rotating her hips and bucking slightly forward as if she were fucking an imaginary lover in mid-air. “I really have to figure out a way for some appropriate stimulation,” she thought to herself. “I wonder if my vibrator would stay in me up here?” she asked aloud. “I would hate to have to wear something like a thong just to hold it in place.”

11:00 o’clock came all too soon. The cables lowered her to the ground and went totally slack. She opened the flaps on the restraint gloves and freed her hands, but didn’t bother to free her feet. Instead, she lay back on the thick carpet with her feet still in the boots and began rubbing herself between the legs. Her cunt was sopping wet and her clit was extremely sensitive. It only took a few moments to bring herself to a very satisfying, screaming climax. “I wonder what the neighbors thought of that?” she wondered as she finally freed her feet from the restraint boots.

That afternoon around three, Stacy was ready once again to suspend herself naked in the hothouse. She had spent the time modifying one of the tray attachments to hold her favorite vibrator. One of the trays had a special watering device of some sort that was intended to drip a growth solution onto the soil. It was basically a tripod with a long counterweighted arm. The nozzle end set against the side of the tray and as the tray went up and down, it rose and fell with the tray.

Stacy added more weight to the counterweight so that the long arm pushed itself upward rather forcefully. Then she taped the base of her vibrator to the nozzle head, only pointing upward. Standing on the ground, it pressed tightly into her cunt. Without her weight holding it down, it would rise almost eight feet into the air, more than enough to keep the dildo vibrating firmly in her cunt as she was suspended.

3:00 came and the motors took Stacy up. This time she was wearing a blindfold, and her vibrator was on low and buzzing inside her. The cycle was set for two hours. Stacy came four times in those 120 minutes. Each screaming orgasm was a little more intense that the one that preceded it. By the time the controls returned her to the ground, she was a sweating, sopping mess.

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I watched you as you walked out the door of the airport. My heart went out to you, you looked so weary and tired and I knew right then what I had planned for you was just what you needed.

You looked up and saw me, and suddenly, all the worries vanished from your face. In their place, your eyes sparkled and your smile lit up the room. You enveloped me in your arms, buried your face in my hair and whispered in my ear, “Honey, how I have missed you.”

I clung to you, tears forming in my eyes, drawing you as close as possible. “I know love, it has been much too long,” was my reply.

We gathered you luggage quickly and made our way to the car. Once on our way, I told you to open the glove box, that there was a gift in there for you.

“You didn’t need to do that,” you said.

“Yes, I did. You need this more than you know, perhaps even more than either of us knows.”

Opening the box, you find a collar, black leather, simple, but its meaning is clear. Pulling over to the side of the road, I extend my hand silently asking for it. You look at me confused at first, then in shock.

“I can’t wear this now, we have to check in.”

“That has been taken care of. I have checked you in already, things are prepared for our arrival. Now if you choose not to, you do not have to wear my collar, but realize that then I am not your Mistress.”

You hand it to me with hesitation. I cup your face with my hand and ask you, “Have I ever betrayed your trust before?”

“No, never.”

“And I am not about to start.”

I lean in and kiss you as I place it around your neck. When the buckle is clasped, I look deep into your eyes.

“Honey, I have always kept what ever promise I have made to you. And I promise you here and now, that I only wish to bring you peace and pleasure. The only pain you will experience is pleasurable pain. You may stop this at any time, if you wish, but I doubt that you will.”

Looping my finger through the O-ring, I pull you in for a sweet, tender kiss. “You are now my whore, my bitch, my sweet slut. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” is your soft reply.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As we pull into the parking lot of the hotel, I tell you as I hand you the key.

“You are to go up to the room. On the table I have set out a glass and a bottle of Glen Livet next to it. Ice is in the freezer if you need it. You are to make yourself a drink and read and follow the instructions I have left there for you. Button up your shirt collar all the way and no one will be the wiser”

“Where will you be Mistress?”

“Questioning me already love? Hmmm, one demerit. Hurry now, before you earn more.”

You enter the room to find it exactly as I told you. On the table is the scotch, along with several tumblers and several sheets of paper. Quickly you make a drink, pick up the instructions and sit down and begin to read.

“Love, if you are reading this, then you have chosen to be my whore. A good choice I believe. Sip your drink, enjoy it. Walk to the television, turn it on and watch the tape as you read.”

You pick up the remote, push play and immediately the screen fills with the imagine of a couple leisurely fucking. You hear their sighs and moans, whimpers of pleasure. As the camera pulls back, you are shocked and pleased to see that it is she fucking him. His legs are wrapped about her body, pulling her close, his eyes closed as he is intent on feeling her deep within him. You turn back to the letter, their cries of passion echoing in your ears.

“By now you’re aware of what is in store for you. I want you to make yourself another drink and reread these stories that we have shared over the past year when words were the only way we could make love to each other.”

Rising, you pour more into your glass, return to the sofa and begin to read. As you relive the passion and lust of our stories and desires, you hear the couple in the background, heightening your growing arousal. Finally you reach the last page just as you finish your drink.

“You are to bathe completely and thoroughly for me. Shave, then use the cologne I have set out for you. Then you are to uncover the tray sitting on the dresser. Take the oil and lightly coat your body with it, paying special attention to your ass and cock. Lube up the anal plug and insert it. You are then to straddle the corner of the bed and watch the movie Betist I have selected for you in the bedroom. You may NOT touch yourself, you are only to rock back and forth on MY COCK in your sweet ass. I will be there shortly.”

Quickly you perform your tasks until you find yourself ready for the tray. Removing the linen cloth covering it, you find a thick plug, light oil, a small leather cat, black stockings and clamps. Oiling yourself, you insert the plug and immediately your cock becomes rock hard, pre-cum oozing from it already. Straddling the corner of the bed as instructed, you turn on the movie. A familiar voice cries out, it’s Kay Parker riding a cock as hard as yours, her tits swaying back and forth. You’ve dropped your cock now, just as I have instructed and you are riding the plug in your ass. Her voice fills your ears as she cums. Your eyes closed; you are intent on feeling just what she is.

“I see you’ve followed my directions. Well, done love.”

My voice breaks through your lust and you stop for a moment.

“No, continue you. Ride that cock baby, show Mistress how much you love your ass filled.”

You blush deeply and begin to rock back and forth again.

“Look at me, share this with me.”

Raising your eyes to me, I walk over to you, placing my hands, one on each shoulder.

“God, baby, you look so hot there. That’s it, fuck that ass for your Mistress. Wait, what is this I see here, pre-cum?”

I lightly touch the head of your cock, my finger drawing out the sticky glistening drop. I bring it to your lips, coat them with it, and then lean in to kiss you. I trace your lips, licking it, savoring it, tasting you on you.

Standing, I tell you to unzip me. My dress falls to the floor and I stand before you in black lace, the panties and bra you love. My breasts are nearly fully exposed to you, spilling over the small shelf that they are resting on. You can see that my nipples are hard from arousal.

“Go to the tray and bring me back the cat, my love. Kneel before me and offer it to me, and say what ever it is that crosses your mind at that moment.”

Silently you retrieve the small leather whip and walk back towards me. Your cock is harder yet, pointing straight ahead as if leading the way. Kneeling down before me, you offer the cat up to me with these words.

“Mistress, I need to be spanked. Please…..”

Your voice drops as you beg me to control you, to take you to that place in which you are released. I take the cat from your hand, tilt your chin upwards and softly kiss you.

“I love you with all that I am. I know you need this as badly as I need to give it to you and take the gift of your submission.”

As I softly whisper these words to you, I gently stroke the supple leather across your face, down your neck, back and forth across your chest. When the leather hits your nipples, they tighten and pucker. I tease and play with them using only the whip, listening to your breathing deepen and become ragged. Looking down between your legs, I see more cum oozing from you.

“Slut, you may paint your nipples with your cum for me.”

Taking the end of the whip, I lift your cock up from underneath; not that it needs help, but loving your reaction when it is touched. Your fingers swirl the cum and take it to your chest, painting the cum just as I had directed. I open my mouth and you place your fingers inside. I suck them, flicking my tongue over them, pretending it is your cock feeding me directly; all the while looking directly into your eyes.

I release your fingers from my mouth and walk over to the dresser and select two objects from the tray. I return to where you are kneeling by the bed and I sit on the edge.

“Rise and turn around,” I command you.

You stand and turn away from me, offering me a glorious view of your ass. I can not help myself; I lean forward and kiss my way up the cleavage, from the top of your thighs to the “Y’ at the top. Swiftly I bring my hand down on your right cheek. My hand print glows back at me, rosy pink against your skin. I bend forward and kiss the redness. Instinctively you arch your back, pushing your ass towards me. Again I slap you; this time the other cheek.

“So my bitch’s ass needs his Mistress?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You may turn around again. Place your hands in front of you. “

I lightly bind them together using Betist Giriş a black silk stocking, looking at your face for any signs of hesitation or distrust. Seeing none, I finish. I arch upwards to your chest; you lean down to aid me. My tongue flicks over your painted cum nipples. God, how sweet you taste. I can’t help myself. My passion and lust get the best of me and I suckle your entire aureola into my mouth and latch on like a baby. Suckling you, tasting your cum and the oil, I feel my pussy get wetter and wetter. I reach between my legs, push my panties aside and place a finger between my swollen lips. Withdrawing it, I replace it now with two, coating them thoroughly. My lips still attached to your nipple, I wipe my fingers over your lips, feeling you suck them inside, drinking my cum from them, as you will my pussy later.

“Suck my fingers baby. Lick all my sweet cum from them. Later you will have all you can handle, and more.”

Satisfied that I have softened and extended your nipple, I pick up the clamps, the second item from the tray, and open one of them wide. Looking straight into your eyes, I place the teeth around your nipple. God, I want to share the pain with you, that sweet pain we crave. I smile as I let my finger release it as it clamps down on you. A swift intake of breath, your eyes close and flutter behind the their lids as you take in the painful pleasure. My mouth moves to your other nipple, and again I prepare you. I am rougher on this one, knowing that the pain will be double when I close the second clamp on you. Biting, nipping and teasing it with my teeth, you are ready quickly. Again, I place the clamp around the outside and release. Your knees buckle for a moment, then you stand steady.

How beautiful you look, standing there, collared, bound and clamped for me, a testament to you faith and trust in me. I take the whip in hand and begin to lightly strike your nipples. You close your eyes to revel in the feeling. Each subsequent blow is barely harder than the last.

Through your dreamlike fog, you hear me ask, “Remember the first time we met? How aroused you had me? How I begged for you to spank my tits? Well love, now it’s your turn to feel that need.”

Just as the lashes are beginning to turn your chest pink, I stop. Your breathing evens out for a moment, until you feel my hand cupping your sac. Your eyes snap open and look down at me in both fear and anticipation. I lower my face to your sac, kissing and inhaling your scent.

“What a sweet slut you are, you smell so good for your Mistress. How I love the taste, texture and scent of your skin.”

Setting aside the whip, I continue to fondle and nuzzle your sac. Taking one into my mouth, I trap it with my teeth as my other hand begins to stroke your cock against my face and hair. Flicking my tongue madly over the stretched skin, I hear moans and sighs of pleasure coming from you. Opening my mouth barely enough to let it pass through, I clamp down with my teeth, scraping the skin as your sac and ball exit my mouth. You wince and make a hissing sound, but you remain silent to my torment of you.

Picking up the cat again, I begin to strike your balls and cock just as I did your nipples. Swirling the leather around them, your cock is so hard and frustrated with lack of release that it is turning purple. Knowing how you love it, I slap your cock with my palm and then quickly lash at it with the leather, sending you into spasms.

“Does this hurt?”

“Just a little bit Mistress.”

“Good, my love, then we will increase the pressure until just before the point of true pain.”

Copious strands of pre-cum are leaking from you, trailing over my breasts, stomach and thighs.

“My, what a messy whore you are, you will have to clean that up you know.”

Nodding your head in silence you continue to accept your punishment, the torment that you crave from me. Sensing that you are close to climax, I stop. It is not time for your pleasure yet. Taking the chain that links your clamps, I pull you down to me roughly and kiss you deeply. You respond with equal passion and need; our tongues dancing, suckling and biting each other’s lips.

“Clean me, lick up all that cum from me.”

Using the chain I direct you to where you have splattered me with your cum in your arousal. With each tug, I lead you lower and lower until your face is level with my panties. I fall back on the bedspread, open my legs wide. Pushing my panties aside you watch in frustration as I begin to stroke and play with my wet pussy. You can smell sex throughout the room now. Pulling your in closer with the chain, you watch as my fingers slide between the lips dipping further and further until you know for sure that I have them deep inside of me. Pulling one lip aside, I let you watch as I finger my clit, first gently and then faster and faster. As I cum shaking and crying out, you bury your face against my panties.

“What my little bitch? What is it you want?”

“To taste you Mistress.”

“You wish to lick me? Suck my pussy? Until I scream?”

“Yes, Ma’am, oh God, please yes………..”

Your voice takes on that tone that tells me you are reaching that plane of pleasure so few ever hit. I pull off my panties and wrap my legs about your shoulders.

“Drink from me, lick and suck me dry.”

You bury your face in me. I lay back and close my eyes and just feel incredible. My clit is so hard that you have taken it in your mouth; you are sucking and licking it as if it was your last meal. I feel my orgasm welling up in me like a tidal wave. My pussy pulsates; I know that I am going to be flooding your face with juice in a moment. I reach down and pull your face up a bit. You look into my eyes as it hits and washes over me. I shudder beneath you, covering your face and neck with glistening cum. I fall back, spent and exhausted as you kiss and lick my lips and thighs clean.

As I return too normal, my hand touches the whip again. You have earned your spanking, several times over. Now is the time.

“Up on the bed love, on your tummy, but first, let me unbind your hands.”

Crawling up on the bed, you lay face down as instructed.

“Lift up your tummy please.”

I place pillows under you so that your ass is up in the air, an altar for your sacrifice. I take your cock and sac, placing them so that they too are exposed. I stop and look at you, you take my breath away, lying there so still, so accepting of my desires.

I position myself between your open thighs, looking down at your cheeks. I raise the cat and bring it down on them. You jump slightly and then settle in. I set up a rhythm, first one cheek and then another. Taking the end of the plug, I begin to work it back and forth a bit, allowing you the sensation of being full and fucked. Your ass is beginning to turn crimson under me and I know that you can not hold back your climax much longer.

“Roll over,” I hiss at you. My arousal is building and I need to feel you deep within me.

Once on your back, I straddle your hips, taking your cock in my hand and guiding it through my wet, slick lips. Poised right there, I reach over and unclasp one of your nipples and hand the clamp to you. Tears come to your eyes as the blood rushes back into the nipple, but you never take your eyes from my face. I lift a breast and offer it to you.

“Connect us love, I want to share a bit of the pain with you.”

You reach over and place the clamp on my nipple. Smiling at me, you let go and hear my cry of pain as the teeth bite into me. I am beyond reason, I am on sensory overload just as you are.

“Fuck me bitch. Take me with you to that place you go. Fuck me hard and wild. I want you to lose total control with me. Be a bitch in heat, let the animal in you out.”

The words are barely out of my mouth when you grab my hips and pull me onto you as you arch up into me. And like a madman, you pound into me relentlessly.

“God Mistress, oh God baby. I’ve needed this, I need you.”

“Cum now slut, cum!”

With one last thrust you grab me by the hair and pull me to you. Your tongue invades my mouth, hard and driven just like your cock is my pussy. I suck it in as I clamp down with my pussy around your cock. Your fingers dig into my hips as your begin your climax. We both begin to whimper and cry out as your hot cum splashes the walls of my pussy. Your ass is on fire from the spanking and now the rubbing of the sheets. Stars go off in my head, I am dizzy and weak, yet strong and so alive, and I wonder at the last conscience moment if this is what you are feeling.

I awaken on your chest, my face nuzzled against your neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly about me, holding me close. You’ve turned us so that we are cuddling one another, the clamps are missing so you must have removed them. Just the two of us now, lying spent. I close my eyes and sense your calmness next to me and drift off to sleep, never wanting you to go away again.

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Author’s Note:

This started as a fun RP between me and a… hmmmm i’ll call him a friend lol

It escalated to this after I was naughty trying to turn him on by sending what I would like to happen in such a situation as written here, but it was so good I decided to turn it into a story. I hope you all like it cuz I freakin’ love it!

He’s also my editor for the… uhhh VERY raw version of this that I wrote lol

Thanks so much… steph *giggles*

*****

I look at the clock for what feels like the hundredth time. I’ve still got 15 minutes before he’s due, plenty of time to go over it all again. I turn in front of the full length mirror one more time, picking at the skirt he’d told…well…ordered…me to wear. I tug at the hem again, painfully aware of how short it is. I look up and sigh, realizing that even if the skirt were longer, the crystal studded neckline of my shirt dips so low that everyone would still be staring at my breasts. I mutter to myself, “Legs or tits, legs or tits, but no, Mr. Greedy has to have both.”

My hair’s pulled back from my neck, showing off the choker and its “decorative” dog tag with my name etched into the front and ‘Property of S’ on the back. I turn, my eyes tracing the line down my body to the 6″ heels Master prefers I wear since they ‘show my legs to perfection.’ And I am showing a LOT of leg: I tug harder at the skirt and wince when I hear a thread somewhere snap.

“OK OK… no more tugging,” I sigh, rolling my eyes at myself. I recheck my blood red lipstick just as the doorbell rings, and I nearly give myself whiplash turning toward the door. Glancing back at the mirror, scowling at myself I stick my tongue out at my reflection, then grin and grab my purse, hurrying to the door. Opening it slowly, I look out smiling nervously up at Master as I drink him in, and as I’m looking him up and down I realize how smartly he’s dressed. Frowning, I look up: “Are we going to the same place?”

He makes a tsking sound at me, smirking, and says, “Hello to you too little one.” I blush as I hear the admonishment. I stand up straighter and stretch kuşadası escort to kiss him, loving the feel of his hand wrapping around my waist as he grabs my ass and presses me against his length. He does this like he has every right to, and of course he does. The thought makes me shiver, and I feel hips twitch a little at that. Master pulls away just as it’s getting interesting, so I pout up at him, because I know it will make him smile. He does.

“Patience, pet. Now, are you wearing the underwear I asked you to?”

I step back, grinning up at him.

“Yes, Master.”

He makes an ‘up’ motion with his hand, leaning back against the door I pull up my nonexistent skirt to one side and show him the boyshorts with ‘Bad to the Bone’ written on them.

“Good, slut. Now, take them off.”

I blush even more as I glance around, shimmying out of them and placing them in his outstretched hand, my stomach tightening in arousal. Keeping his eyes locked on mine he lifts them up and takes a deep breath.

“Mmm… I see my toy is wet.”

I blush, nodding as I look down.

“Good. Turn.”

He says this abruptly, in that moment his voice taking on that non nonsense Dom tone which makes me soaked and jump to do his bidding. I turn and face the door.

“Brace.”

I hear him say this while he lifts the skirt up over my bare ass. I lift my hands to brace on the door. A slight breeze blows against my ass as he rams his fingers into my cunt, making me stand on tiptoe and letting out a surprised cry of pained pleasure. Feeling him lean into me as he fucks my cunt hard, painfully rough, he whispers.

“This…is mine. Do you understand me, cunt?”

Gasping, I nod.

“Y-yes Master.”

He bites my earlobe, growling.

“What this hole feels or doesn’t feel, what this hole takes is up to me as its owner. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master!” I cry out.

I knew this already, but reaffirming that I was his property was something he loved to do whenever possible, and sometimes when it wasn’t, since he knew it all but drove me mad kuşadası escort bayan with lust. Which is what was happening now.

My cunt was fluttering, so close to release, and I pushed back at him, groaning. But before I could get any closer he yanked his fingers away.

“Spread.”

The he slapped my inner thighs, and though all I wanted to do was beg him to let me cum I spread my legs wider. I could feel his hand and then the scrape of material as he reached up between my legs. I gasp, realizing he’s holding my panties, then moaning as he starts stuffing them into my cunt. I spread my legs wider moaning as he pushing and shoves them into me. It’s almost but not quite uncomfortable, leaving me feeling VERY full.

Once they are inside he tugs on my cunt lips.

“This is why I love boyshorts: they show an ass to perfection and are perfect to stuff a cunt to its limits.”

Then presses my cunt lips together as if to seal in my underwear and I’m sure that if I looked I wouldn’t be able to see anything but I can feel every last inch of them as I squirm. I feel him straighten and then I’m yanked around, his had in my hair.

Suddenly he’s leaning over me, kissing me hard reaching down between us he spanks my clit brutally hard, making me yelp and pant looking up at him through my eyes heavy lidded with lust. My mouth works as I try to talk, unsure of what I want to say. Suddenly he pulls away and starts out the door for his car.

“Come, cunt.”

I let out a slightly sarcastic “Woof” at S’s command as I follow him to the car. This earns me a raised eyebrow in return with a chuckle as he climbs into the car.

“I knew you were a bitch.”

My eyes widen in surprise as I let out a loud laugh.

“You’re horrid!”

“Yes and you love it”

“Maybe…maybe..not.”

I answer with a smirk as I fasten my seatlbelt and lean back, crossing my legs. In a blur of motion S leans over, smacking my thigh, making me yelp in pain and jerk in surprise looking over with a hurt expression.

“I was kidding,” I manage to mumble.

S’s escort kuşadası eyes soften as he raises his hand and palms my chin, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb then pressing and invading my mouth, simply taking as he always does. I automatically start sucking. I make sure I bob my head and suck on Master’s thumb, biting around the base like I was taught to pleasure his cock. I hear him speak again.

“Your legs”.

Frowning I look up, seeing him looking pointedly down at my crossed legs. I move to straighten but Master hooks his thumb in my mouth shaking his head. I start to suck on his thumb again not breaking eye contact as I uncross my legs and spread them moaning in pleasure when he praises me.

“Good slut.”

Then I swallow hard as he pull his thumb away and slowly reaches down to toy with my clit with his now wet digit. Throwing my head back, eyes closed I moan loudly, my hips bucking in pleasure, already so close to the edge.

In seconds I’m close to orgasm and once again I am denied my pleasure as Master pulls his thumb away only to place it on my lips for me to suck once more. Opening my mouth, my eyes trying to tell him of my need, I suck his thumb, tasting myself on it. Smiling, Master pulls his thumb free and runs it along my lips.

“Remember, your holes are always open and ready for my use… never cross your legs, whether I’m around or not. Understand, pet?”

I’m breathing harder from being on edge and his words. I nod, answering breathlessly.

“Y-yes Master, I’ll try not to forget again.”

Now I’m thinking it’s probably best my pussy was stuffed seeing as I would be soaked at this point being ‘open’ and ‘available’ for his use. The thought makes me squirm even more.

Grinning Master turns, starting the car and pulling out of the garage.

“I know pet, and that’s what I love about you. You always try your best”.

Grinning proudly I look up at Master.

“Even when I fail your unfair tests?” I ask with a laugh, thinking of the orgasm control and other such evil ideas he loves to plague me with. Looking down at me he gives me a look of pure innocence.

“Me? Unfair? Neverrr.”

He drags out the ‘R’ in ‘never’ making me laugh. Then with a muttered “insolent wench” he starts to tease my clit with his thumb and fingers making gasp and lift my hips to meet his teasing as he plays with my clit.

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As Nilok carefully stretched and nursed his soreness, he looked out across the street and then up to the lofty citadel, dreaming once more of what might be. He held the bars as various women passed by with their slaves in tow; either ignoring him completely or giving brief glances of utter contempt. As his eyes followed the rear of a particularly shapely woman down the street, something touched one of his hands; it was the little girl he’d seen over to the west. She smiled pitifully at him and passed him a large ripe apple.

“Mistress Serena says this is for you.” She smiled at him as he thanked her and skipped across the street and a little way down a side street. His heart raced as he saw the child link hands with the lovely Serena; she looked at him from afar and smiled weakly before turning guiltily away with the child in tow. He stood rigid against the bars, staring after her long after she had disappeared from sight.

Eventually he slumped down and groaned, cursing his forgetfulness as his back stung with pain. He looked at the apple; he wanted to keep it forever, but was hungry too. As he crunched through the morsel, he wondered how things would pan out; did she feel for him on only seeing him the once? Was this merely an act of pity or charity? How could he see her again?

As he ate even the core, a woman with four males on a chain rang the bell of the house. She gave Clara some money and Clara pointed at him. She opened the cage and struck him with a large stick, just for good measure. He winced with pain again as the rear of the chain was attached to his collar. The woman smiled dolefully at him.

“Ready for a nice day’s work up at the citadel? I’ve paid good money so you’d better be; I’ll cut your balls off otherwise.” He was glad to get away from Clara, regardless of what toil lay ahead. Two more hapless males were collected as they were marched up the winding streets to the lofty citadel. He found it almost exhilarating when they traversed the narrow streets up near the base of the looming towers; he was able to look down and across the vista of Ovum Fortis and the forests and fields that lay beyond; somehow, he could just not get that forest out his mind, it was so inviting.

Eventually they entered the lower stories of the citadel. Just as he’d imagined, there were some very fine young women there. They giggled and waved at the grubby males from a veranda overlooking the area which was being newly constructed. A pretty, but assertive looking woman with tight leggings cracked a long whip through the air; it was apparent what would happen if they slacked.

He was given a leather sling- like object, with which he was to carry huge rocks from a pile below, up the winding stairs to where the masons worked. The whip was cracked behind him as he struggled at first; he soon got the technique, and spent several hours skipping up and down endless stairs. They were allowed breaks every so often, and as he sat his hands bled where he’d been over casual and dropped rocks on them occasionally.

As he took a cup of water in one hand, a slender hand took the other and gently washed the dirt from it, before applying a soothing cream to the cuts. It was one of the masons, who were all female and showed a great deal of kindness to their male labourers. This one was very pretty indeed and about half his age. She had him change hands and tended the other. A companion came over and whispered something in her ear.

“I think she’d like to take you home with her; I bet you’d like to make her comfortable too.” Giggled the young woman; he smiled and was about to return the compliment when the conversation was cut short as the woman who’d taken him from Clara, loomed up and the masons waved goodbye.

“Back to work now; you’re not on sale here, you know who your mistress is.” He knew all too well, and picked up another rock. He had been hard at work, and as noon approached, he was allowed to sit once more. His hands were in better shape now; his technique had improved and the kuşadası escort cream had eased the soreness. He gratefully downed several cups of cool water whilst chewing a stiff bread roll as he exchanged furtive glances with the pretty masons. Shortly before he was to be prompted back to his labours, the plaintive notes of a flute cut the air from the veranda; the notes were anything but expert and when the attempted tune ceased, he heard distant giggling from the building. After a pause, a bolder tune arose; it was expertly tuneful and pleasing to the ear, the lips that now blew knew how to hold a note.

As the associate of Clara motioned to her team to resume, he stood and was amazed at what he saw. There under the veranda with the girls he’d seen earlier was Serena. She stood, also transfixed as she stared straight at him, dropping the flute. The girls giggled and almost bumped heads in their haste to be the first to pick it up. Serena’s face broke into a bewildered smile, as the breeze wafted her elegant hair to one side. A crack of the whip from the slender woman in the yard brought him swiftly to his senses, and he bent to pick his first rock of the shift, looking back and not believing his luck.

He now descended the stairs with impatience on each trip, and dwelt overly- long in the courtyard as he chose each rock, listening for the flute and hoping she was still there. Though the plaintive notes of the girls’ music lesson had faded after an hour or so, he hoped upon hope that she’d still be there when he was allowed the final afternoon Break.

Serena had finished her scheduled tuition of the girls, and having watched him toil from the veranda, had extended things as long as she could. Her pupils were glad of the attractive woman’s company and were happy she remained a little longer; she was not like the dragon who taught them violin. Serena tingled when she watched him; why had he risked punishment just to see where she lived? The little girl had told her of the man who stood by her house, and Bella had described ‘Nilok’ at the Manor. She had been strangely elated when the two huntresses had been able to say exactly who owned him, and where he was kept. She bade goodbye to the girls as the weary team began to assemble in the courtyard for the final break.

Nilok listened hard and sat down whilst looking urgently about him. As he leaned over and filled a cup, Serena stepped out and descended the steps that led down from the veranda, and stood next to a buttress which hid her from the guard. He nearly dropped the cup as he saw her standing not six feet from him; he walked smartly over without hesitation. He automatically knelt before her, obscured from the view of others by the buttress. She tingled a little more with the closeness of him; she’d love to watch him work in her garden or at the manor and then have his company in the evenings; he was very nice. She came to her senses; he was someone else’s.

“Why did you come to my house, and then my manor? I could have you whipped for snooping about my property; why, males have been hanged just for suspicion of burglary!” He looked up at her and spoke in obvious sincerity,

“I just wanted to see you, I just find you so attractive.” He looked at her and thought how he would willingly accept a whipping if she were to administer it. Blue eyes met green, and her pussy tingled with excitement at the idea of having him on his knees before her on a regular basis. He stood as a commotion behind them ruined the momentary idyll they shared.

“I’m only here once a week, I doubt I shall see you tomorrow.” To his astonishment she grabbed his arms and kissed him on the cheek; he savoured the fragrance of her for just a moment, then she was gone, up the steps. His cock bulged from his leggings as he resumed his work.

At six, he was linked to the others and they were marched back down to where their various owners kept them; there was no burning sunset this evening, just dappled sunshine mixed with rain in kuşadası escort bayan the air, though this did not dampen his spirits. Clara dragged him in when he returned and dumped him in the bath. She got in with him and had him wash her fat body down. She constantly struck his arms and shoulders spitefully with a thin cane.

“I’ve heard how you flirted with those young masons; I’ll teach you to be disrespectful to young women and put me to shame. You shall have a caning before you lick my arse tonight.” She smiled dominantly down at him as he knelt and padded her dry. He rubbed her huge cheeks knowing his face would be engulfed by them soon; the globes wobbled mockingly at him as she teased him with the cane.

“You enjoy that arse as much as you can; the money you’ll earn me at the citadel will go to my buying a new younger slave; he’ll be obedient and not run off, like you. I shall let you watch him fuck me.” This did not bother Nilok too much, he was almost relieved. She sneered at him, pleased to have told him that his labours were to provide a younger, fresher, cock for her.

He was leashed and taken to the bedroom; no sweet young girls this evening to provide distraction, they were having a holiday at a remote manor somewhere.

She had him kneel down facing the fire in the bedroom, and tethered his wrists to supporting post at head level; he could droop under the severe caning she intended giving him, but would not be able to go flat to the floor. She would have her satisfaction even if he passed out with the pain.

She strutted around the post cutting the air with cane, ensuring he had ample time to fully appreciate that he was to be severely punished. Though she was not particularly attractive to him, being bound naked before a naked woman, and with the growing scent of her arousal permeating the room, gave him an erection. Clara sneered all the more when she saw this and gave his cock a sharp rap with cane, making him cry out. She then moved to one side of him and pulled her cheeks apart.

“Sniff my arse!” He was at her complete mercy and was almost ashamed that he enjoyed the comfort of taking in the warm tangy aroma of Clara’s anal scent; the fire and her arousal had made her very sticky.

“You’ll know pain before you’re allowed to lick it. You DO want to lick it, don’t you?” He could not deny it, it was natural for all men to be submissive to women, and she was very superior. His cock bulged; he now wanted to worship that huge arse and was almost looking forward to being caned too.

“Yes Mistress Clara, I want to lick your arse clean, please cane me.” She laughed at his servility and her pussy tingled excitedly at his eagerness to be punished; this enhanced her erotic wickedness, and she would enjoy cutting him with cane all the more. She turned and looked smugly down at him; he was hers to punish and he was defeated already. She pulled his face into her moist arousal.

“There, you sniff the woman who will now cane you; if you take your punishment well, and then service my arse nicely I may allow you to masturbate at my feet before you pleasure me fully.” He was almost trance-like as his nose accepted the heady and highly seasoned aroma of her womanhood. The scent took command of his mind and body; he wanted to breathe it in forever.

She moved back and swished the air with the stick, making his cock pulse with anticipation; he now yearned to be caned. Clara was now as eager to be licked as she was to inflict the pain upon him. She wasted no more time as her pussy squirmed luxuriantly between her bulbous thighs. She stepped back and smiled wickedly as she brought the flexible rod down hard against his waiting buttocks for the first time; Nilok wailed in agony as the cane left its glowing red stripe across his rear.

Clara gritted her teeth and sneered through flared nostrils as she savoured each arc and impact of the stinging cane; the action boosted her adrenaline, and he was shown no mercy as the enjoyment of escort kuşadası his cries fuelled the spiteful side of Clara’s erotic nature. The sweat dripped from her huge breasts and buttocks, mingling with the juices from her sex, as she delivered the punishment with absolute relish. Her pussy tingled close to orgasm at one point, as she revelled in her dominance and he sagged at the pole in utter submission to the cane, and more so to the supreme woman who wielded it.

He wept openly as the stinging stripes across his back and buttocks were further enflamed as beads of salty sweat ran into the wounds. Clara tingled with satisfaction; she would have her arse licked now. He sighed with relief as her sweaty thigh brushed his face as she urgently freed his wrists. She had planned to give him a long speech at this point, but her need for his tongue had overcome this. She pulled him toward the bed, and he knelt with his arms over the end of the mattress as he waited for the throbbing pain to subside. Despite the soreness his cock remained erect and dribbled its lubrication.

Clara climbed on to the bed and raised her huge thighs, pulling them back to reveal her hot sweaty anus between the folds of her dripping cheeks.

“Lick” She commanded. His pain and tears subsided as he duly lay on the bed and willingly took in her luscious scents as he pressed his nose to the warmth of her sex, and his tongue gratefully licked at the tangy musky arsehole, His cock was rigid on the sheets as he licked and probed at the excited and tart juices that flowed from his owners body. Clara stroked excitedly at her clitoris; she wanted to come so much, whilst the memory of his caning was so fresh in her mind, but she was intent on his further humiliation.

She mustered all her willpower as the warmth of his tongue probed her anus; this was exquisite but she wanted to see him abuse himself before her. She eased his head out of her folds; he looked at her in anticipation.

“Kneel at the foot of the bed. I’m going to watch while you play with yourself, till you shoot your cream. If you don’t give me a good show, you shall feel the cane again!” He quickly got down and knelt; she followed and stood dominantly before him. His nose was close to her sex as he gratefully stroked his stiff cock. She grinned and swished her cane as she awaited the warmth of his sticky mess on her ankles and toes.

Nilok was happy to know his place as he looked up at the globular breasts of the woman who had reduced him to tears. He closed his eyes and thought of Serena; oh how he would love to be in this position with her! He sniffed at Clara’s pussy and duly pumped the contents of his balls all over the feet and lower legs of the fat dominatrix, in a convulsion of pure submissive ecstasy. The pleasure warped through his body again and again as he spurted with utter relief. Clara pressed him down.

“Clean up! Then I shall allow you to pleasure me.” He willingly licked his salty mess from her feet and ankles as his cock dribbled the remnants of his ejaculation. Though his orgasm had subsided, this act of humility and worship had his cock tingling immediately. He truly knew his place with women.

Satisfied he’d rid her legs and feet of his gift, Clara pulled him up and he followed her to the bed once more. She smiled at him in regal dominance, as she pointed to her bulging and ready lips. He did not hesitate and once again sampled the sticky scented delights of her womanhood; this time lapping and licking into the folds and up to the nub of her clitoris as though he would never lick a woman again.

She did not need too much attention in that area as the delights she had witnessed earlier had almost brought her off; she soon squeezed his head between those huge thighs as she realised the full erotic benefits of her dominance over him. She indulged in a hot, raw and deeply satisfying orgasm, nearly suffocating her slave.

He was not to be allowed any softness, despite the satisfaction he had brought her; he would sleep in the cage once more. She gave him a blanket and laughed as she pushed him into the exposed confinement. He huddled into a corner as the rain washed the perimeter and occasionally blew into his face. Despite the discomfort, his spent body soon relaxed into a deep but tortured sleep.

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When the alarm began to ring at 8:45 a.m. the last thing she wanted to do was get out of bed to begin the morning routine of getting ready for work, especially not with Master lying beside her. But knowing that today was the half way mark to the weekend she had to be satisfied with the fact that it’d only be two more days to wait until she could have him to herself. So with that tucked away in the back of her mind, quietly she rose out of bed to make her way towards the bathroom for her morning shower. It’d only take a few moments after turning the water on for her to reach the toilet to relieve herself, the urge to pee had been great since the night before where she’d fallen asleep almost immediately after Master’s use of her. The blush to her cheeks rose instantly at the thought and it didn’t help that she could feel the way he used her as she sat there, her pussy lips sore to touch and her hole aching with the push to pee.

Once done and forcing the night before out of her mind the best she could into the shower she went, first one foot and then the other, until the warm water fell over her body. It felt great as it hit her skin and she realized how much it was needed. Her body ached and the warmth was very much appreciated, at least until she turned to let it fall over her face. As it trailed down her neck and continued along its path over her figure she couldn’t keep the groan from escaping her throat at the sudden ache coming from her breasts. Bringing her hands to cup and lift them in examination there stood her nipples – swollen, hard, and a raw shade of red. Another piece of evidence from the night before that reminded her just how much of His toy she was. That blush rose to her cheeks again at the thought; the way his fingers pinched her poor little nipples between them. The way he tugged and pulled until she was lifting off of the bed in mercy. The way his lips wrapped around them to suck roughly, teeth biting in a way that said ‘I don’t care how much it hurts, these are mine’.

Her eyes flew open. She hadn’t realized they were closed and how deep in memory she was. She had to take a quick look around to remind her that she was in the shower. With a clear of her throat and a smirk plastered on her face, she went about her bathing. There was a job to get to after all. While reaching for the soap her attention was brought to the quiet squeak of the door opening and even over the water she could hear the sleepy grumbling that made her chuckle quietly. It was Master. The thought of him alone made her nipples ache again and she hated him for just a second at how much of a horny little thing he’s made her into.

“Girl.”

That one single word that she wasn’t expecting quickly snapped her back into reality and from behind the curtain she answered “Yes my Master?” It wasn’t that she was scared of her Master, not in the least. Yet one would have thought so with the way she flinched hearing the curtain yank open the way it did. The action brought a squeaked “good morning Sir”. As he stared at her the slightest grin curled up against the corner of his lips.

“Good morning my slave.” The words made her melt; they always did but it was the way he said them this morning, the way grinned, and most of all the way his eyes seemed to never drift away.

“I need to use the bathroom,” was the next set of words that left his lips. While her eyes went to the toilet where she was not long ago, his remained on her. Before she could say anything in response his lips curled into a wider grin. “I need –my- toilet.”

There it was. MY. That’s all she needed to confirm just what he was expecting.

“Yes, of course Master,” a quiet and obedient response. At the same time, both carefully and quickly, she made her way onto her knees in the tub. The rosey color seemed to flare up to smother her entire face as she tilted her head back, eyes lifting to look up at him as the rest of her body moved into its usual position; hands resting on her thighs, chest perked out just enough for those hard, sore nipples to poke out just for him.

He was already naked, of course from the night before, so all it took was a step forward kuşadası escort and a quick movement of his hand before she felt the head of his cock resting on her lips. It was only the tip but the thickness of it made her lips part enough to cradle it between them; the perfect resting spot for Master’s cock while he relieved himself. Teasingly he rocked his hips back and forth, a very slow movement that forced his length to slip further between the lips, not into her mouth but in a way that brought her lips to caress along the sides of his shaft and allowed her to use her tongue to taste.

“Enough.”

The single word that let her know he could see she was enjoying it way too much and right now that wasn’t his intentions. Pulling his hips back until the rounded cock head rested just at her lips again, he looked down at her for a second…then another…and another…until he sighed quietly. His sigh brought about her groan with the warmth she felt dripping from the tip of his cock and over her lips. It seemed to last forever the more it ran down her cheeks and chin, trailed down over her neck and chest. Because her lips were parted perfectly, occasionally, she could taste it and it was all she could do to not curl her tongue and lap at it. Not yet at least. Not until she felt the stream of his piss tapering, knowing he was almost done. Then…then she could taste him the way she desperately wanted. And she did. Her head turned to bring her lips to clamp them down around him, the thickness spreading her mouth wide as her tongue curled up to catch whatever he had left to give. When he was done, when she felt he was certain there was nothing more, her head tilted further back allowing her to drink him, literally, groan escaping loudly from the taste.

“Good girl, my slave” he rasped, his eyes never leaving her. He watched as she cleaned him like the good girl he’d trained her to be.

“Thank you Master,” she whispered, blushing. Carefully, she lifted from her kneeling position. The wetness on her skin made her nipples that much harder, especially knowing that it wasn’t the shower she was wet from. Now that she had served him she was prepared to continue her shower knowing that by now she’d surely be late for work. Master, on the other hand, seemed to have different plans. He didn’t move from his position in front of the tub and by the look of the growing size of his cock, she doubted that he was thinking of going back to bed.

“How wet are you, girl?” he rasped, the tone that told her he was feeling rather greedy; she knew when he was feeling greedy he WAS going to get what he wanted.

“Considering you just pissed all over your property Sir, I’d say really wet” she retorted trying not to crack a smirk. He didn’t respond, at least not with words. No, instead it was a sudden arm around her waist that spun her, forcing her to quickly reach out to the wall to not fall before she felt it. SLAP! A strong, flat, open palm slap to her ass.

“How wet are you, girl?” This time his tone was direct and made her squeal.

“Very wet for you, Master, just like I should be.” The grin couldn’t be seen with him standing behind her but she knew it was there, she could feel it and it made her squirm.

“I’ll just have to see for myself.”

“Yes my Sir,” her words quiet but always obedient.

All thoughts of work and time went out the window and despite her sore cunt she was ready to give Master whatever he wanted. She felt his hands travel along her sides, squeeze along the curve of her hips until they reached that spot just above her legs where he tugged forcefully to pull her back. The force left her slightly bent while in the tub, her calves resting against the inside where she was grateful for the support. The position made her flush that shade of pink again; she knew he had full view of her swollen lips, the lips that he himself crushed over and over every time he slammed inch after inch of himself into her the night before.

“Let’s see just how much pissing in your mouth made you wet, my girl” she heard from behind her and seconds later recognized the familiar feeling of her kuşadası escort bayan pussy stretching.

“..Oww…ow..Sir…” she groaned but accepted him in easily with the amount of wetness. Her legs parted expecting his entire length, and when she didn’t feel it she dared a look behind her.

“What’s the matter slut?” he breathed an answer even though there was no question asked. He knew her well enough to know what she was thinking and added, “wanting more of my cock?”

“Yes, please Master” she begged. Her pussy screamed no but she was as greedy at this point and so horny that she’d take a repetition of the rough fucking he’d given her last night. But he wouldn’t, or so it seemed when he withdrew.

“My cunt. My slut. My slave. She’ll get what I give her isn’t that right?” he taunted from behind and proceeded to tease with rubbing himself against her making sure to pay special attention to the clit he’d mentioned he loved so much.

It tormented her, the way he felt, slick and covered in her wetness, his skin smooth against hers making those sore lips throb and ache. She didn’t want to answer. She wanted more; but knowing that not answering would only leave her in a worse predicament a frustrated “yes Master, that’s right,” grumbled it’s way out.

The tone of his chuckle was a clear indication of the grin that matched and knowing that at this very moment it was not about what she wanted, there was nothing to do but lift her hips and expose herself, offer her already used cunt for whatever he desired. Thick, long fingers curled around her ass cheeks; they molded perfectly around each curve while the pressure of his squeeze increased to dig into her flesh. He was parting her. She could feel how they spread further apart and it made her blush furiously and, at the same time, whimper out in need. Surely she couldn’t spread anymore! Her little asshole puckered repeatedly the more he forced her cheeks apart and despite how much he tried to make her open nothing would prepare her for the feel of his size pressing up against it.

She flinched, hard, and instinctively tried to pull away to no avail. The squeeze of his fingers tightened to hold her in place and with another forward lean of his hips the head of his cock was shoved in.

The loud squeal of pain didn’t seem to phase him although he did offer some sort of soothing comfort. The fingers that clenched onto her cheeks demandingly enough to leave their mark slowly loosened and now petted along her hips.

“That’s a good slave” he coaxed in pleasure, another good inch or so forcing it’s way in…the sound of her ‘ow’s’ increasing with each one. It was only when she pulled away again did he let up, but only long enough to pull out and dip the enlarged head of his cock into her now drenched pussy in order to slide back up and force it into her ass again. There was no waiting this time, nor was there any getting away. His hands let go completely of their hold on her backside and were now reaching to wrap around her elbows, not pulling her into an upright position, but locking her in place.

“..M..Master please!” she cried, but was it from pain or was it because she wanted more? She couldn’t tell. Not that it mattered any, not when he was already on the road to using her asshole like he used her pussy only hours ago.

With balled fists and a lowered head she breathed; breathed as much as she’d been trained to in when enduring something so painful and uncomfortable, but there was nothing that could keep her from squealing and clenching tightly around the thickness that hurt her. Every inch left her aching, throbbing around it, made her flinch hard enough she was sure he could see how she tensed with every movement. But just as her squeals of pain didn’t phase him, neither did her flinching. In fact, all it seemed to do was tighten his hold on her elbows and increase the rocking of his hips. How much of him was she taking into her ass she had now clue but she swore if he tried to give her anymore she’d lose it, and her heavy panting and painful grunts were an attestation.

As much as it hurt his growled escort kuşadası “I love fucking your ass slut,” made her fight to bare it, to close her eyes and concentrate on the pleasure that he was receiving. His groans, his breath, the way he seemed to sigh after every thrust as if it were the most enjoyable feeling he’d ever experienced..that’s what she focused on and soon those painful squeals of hers turned into outright painful growls that begged for more.

“I love when you use me Master!” The words left her lips without her knowing, but it was true. He was using yet another hole for his pleasure and she’d have it no other way, regardless of how she’s pay for it later.

Her words must have struck something in him because his steady long thrusts quickened. More of his cock was shoved desperately into her ass that was now screaming around him. The force of his body made her own jerk back and forth leaving her breasts to bounce in response.

“Ow!…ow! Ow!” Every push, every repeated inch brought her closer to tears. Her eyes clenched tightly shut until they had no choice but to spring open unexpectedly. It was the sudden change of pace, the sudden change of thrusts; instead of the quick thrusts likes seconds before he now pushed in deep and hard, he made sure his hips drew back far enough to hit forward with full force allowing her to feel how easily she molded to his shape and size.

It was like that that he continued to fuck her. Long, very hard and very deep thrusts that brought tears and pleading…”Master…please!”.

Even then he wouldn’t let up, nor was he done, and he had no qualms in telling her so. “Oh I’m not done yet, my slave,” though the shake in his voice was a contradiction as was the trembling of his breath. He was close.

The thought of feeling his cum inside of her made her lift her head and moan, made her growl with the need for it. For the moment all the amount of torture was shifted allowing her to lift her hips in offering. It was his. She was his through tears, groans and grunts and cries of agony. He must have sensed it because from deep in his throat he rasped, “That’s it, give me what’s mine fuckslave!”.

She lifted higher until the tips of her toes were the only part of her feet that touched the floor of the tub. Those fingers of his began to curl tighter, gripped like his life depended on it to hold his slave in place, hips never missing a beat in their movement until finally that satisfyingly familiar sound of his growl echoed.

“Master..no please!” she begged when expecting to feel him release his warm cum inside of her and instead felt him pull away. Oh how she wanted it deep within her now stretched ass.

Yet, there wasn’t any time for pleading, not when his left hand came up to curl it’s fingers into the black curls of her hair, twisting and pulling her into an upright position. The hair from his beard scratched at the flushed skin of her cheek and neck, his teeth pinched sharply at her ear right before he breathed “You. Are. Mine.”

Three very simple, very direct, and very demanding words that left no room to doubt who she belonged to. If that wasn’t enough to remind her of her place the fact that with his words she could feel each warm strand of his cum hit against the flesh of her back, hips, and ass as he stroked himself to finish would be. It was him marking her yet again and it was perfect.

All she could do was nod in agreement; the adrenaline of it all held her blissfully captive. The hand in her hair didn’t ease, but it did pull her back further until she felt his breath directly on the base of the back of her neck.

“Perfect,” he whispered and placed the softest of kisses right where he breathed. Moments later when he was sure that he could take a step back and she could stand on her own, she saw him reach to turn the knob of shower through her heavy lidded eyes, cutting the stream. Hell, she’d even forgotten about the shower until that very moment.

“You’re done,” were the last words he’d say to her before he reached for the door.

Gathering her voice she made sure to obediently respond. “Thank you my Master,” she said, barely loud enough to be heard as he disappeared through the bathroom door. Watching the door close, panting and trying to compose herself, she realized she’d only gotten half way done with bathing..and now she was being sent off to work bathed in her Master’s piss and cum instead.

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Inside the Party Room, 19 year old Zoe bent down on one knee, dropping her chin to the floor and took the china plate in her teeth. Oh, it was disgusting to look at. A piece of pizza, four lipstick stained cigarette butts and an anchovy.

Zoe began slowly pulling her chin up, feeling the intense pain from her knees on the floor of the Kappa Gamma Sade Party Room. Zoe’s wrists were in acute pain, cuffed as they were behind her back.

How the hell was she to get back to her feet? A heavy plate in her teeth, no balance from her fucking arms…and if she spilled the plate, Thomasine would make sure Zoe had to eat up the pizza, butts and anchovy, God.

And Zoe had already crawled around on the floor eating up all the assorted crap from last night’s keg party. She’d even licked up some vomit in the corner.

Zoe had picked up pieces of broken glass in her mouth, bending over, and spat them out, getting blood on her tongue, from dropped beer steins.

As Zoe bent down now, her breasts rubbed against her stomach, and Zoe began weeping softly. Earlier that morning, Tommie, Beth, and that other bitch, Claire had been rubbing jalapeno peppers on Zoe’s full breasts.

It hurt so much…still!

They’d really enjoyed it though. It astonished Zoe that Tommie could go to Mass, and Beth and Claire to the Landon Chapel, and come back to torture poor Zoe like this!

In fact, when Zoe had inadvertently called Claire a cunt, Tommie had rubbed some hot pepper in Zoe’s mouth citing Proverbs 10:31: “The mouth of the just bringeth forth wisdom: but the forward tongue shall be cut out.”

All this, and that, after last night, when Beth and her boyfriend had been fucking in one bed and Tommie had been fucking another guy in Zoe’s bed.

They’d made Zoe place her neck on the hard wooded back of one chair and her feet on another and they’d forced her to suspend her whole body between the whole chairs all night.

From ten o’clock, when Zoe had been forced to leave the party, until this morning, she’d had to lie between these chairs.

And from ten to midnight Zoe had been forced to hold up two Yellow Pages telephone books while trying to support herself between the two chairs. Her neck would never feel the same!

And then all the horrible pepper torture this morning!

It hadn’t been as bad as the week before, when Zoe and the tranny Marjeta had been bound to a table in the KGS Student Union, and had their genitals shot with postal pepper spray.

Poor Marjeta’s cock and balls had almost turned violet, and he’d cried like an infant in a toaster oven.

That had been horrible, but not quite as painful as just having the peppers rubbed all over…

And Kyra, tapping her way home from synagogue, had dropped by Tommie’s room while they were rubbing Zoe…

And shown the others how much fun it was to jam a toilet brush into Zoe’s twat…though it was worse after Beth had accompanied it with a hot pepper!

Kyra had left, and then Skinner had dropped in, and she’d shown the girls an electric baton which was the kind used to torture Falun Gong prisoners. A big black thing, Zoe had been terrified.

Skinner had grinned while waving around the three foot black baton, which had two electrodes at one end, and an insulated handle at the other.

Zoe had gasped as Skinner had shot forth a few blueish sparks from the electric baton, grinning.

“Do you want the safe word?” Skinner had asked, but Zoe had remained silent. After all, as Kyra had counseled her…she’d transferred to Landon for a reason.

Zoe knew that Tommie was furious at this, because even Thomasine, who was Skinner’s submissive, had used the safe word when Skinner had wanted to use the electric baton on her.

The first shock, when Skinner put the sizzling baton to Zoe’s breast made Zoe scream in agony.

As the electric current hit Zoe’s nipple, she felt pain and numbness, and her brain seemed to twitch, as if the current shot up to her curly blonde head.

It felt almost as if Zoe was being stabbed with fifty needles at once. It reminded her of being a child and going to the allergist, where one was repeatedly stung by needles, but this was so much worse.

Zoe also had been shocked electrically by mistake once, when dropping her hair dryer in the bathtub, but it had only been for a moment. This was like an eternity of shocking!

“Do you want to stop?” Skinner asked, as she saw the paleness of Zoe’s face.

“N-no” Zoe had said…she had been absolutely wet with excitement despite the pain, but oh no…

It had sizzled again, the baton as it touched her night nipple, with Skinner grinning around her Virginia Slim.

“Tommie’s too much of a wimp for this, Zoe.” Skinner had said, as Tommie gave Zoe a hateful look. “You’re the kind of sub for me!”

As the sizzling electrodes connected once again with Zoe’s tender nipple, Zoe felt as if her heart had stopped beating, and all of a sudden she could barely breathe.

As the shock went through Zoe’s right breast she’d begun sweating, and her kuşadası escort blood had run cold.

Tommie, with a nasty smile, had stepped up and taken the electric baton from Skinner and touched it to Zoe’s neck.

When the electric current hit Zoe’s neck, she felt completely suffocated, and her throat felt as if dynamite was going off in it.

As the baton had shocked the right side of Zoe’s neck, she’d leaned to the right involuntarily twitching.

Tommie was biting her lip, looking as if she would swoon with pleasure, but Skinner had just been impressed.

“You’re doing great, babe…hold it.

This bitch can dish it out but she can’t take it.” Skinner had said, giving a contemptuous look at the angry Tommie.

“This is so cool” Beth had said. “What else could we do to her?”

Skinner smiled.

“Well, my Master, who this baton belongs to, pushed a plastic tube up my butt and shot cold water up it, and then shocked me…but I won’t put Zoe through that.”

Skinner snatched the baton from Thomasine.

“Enough, you coward…I’ll put her through this, because I’ve gone through it. She’ s a tough kid.”

Zoe’s eyes had shone with love when Thomasine had said that…but then she’d faltered as the baton had come again.

Although Thomasine was angry, her efforts were not practiced…but Skinner’s were. And coldly, Skinner knew how to do serious damage!

An eternity of shocking. Repeated volts…and it was just beginning.

Skinner shocked Zoe’s legs, her waist, her breasts, her stomach, her palms, her armpits, her arms, her neck and her mouth, and the soles of her feet…

This before moving the baton to Zoe’s ass!

The jolts from the baton just lightly touching Zoe’s full buttocks had almost shot the girl across the room…and for a moment she’d forgotten the horrible jalapeno peppers…

But now, as Zoe finally got up on one knee, and then slowly raised herself to her feet, with the heavy china plate in her mouth, the stinging had come back.

Zoe took halting steps to the garbage can, and, gripping the china plate even tighter in her mouth, shook it, bouncing her chin against her neck until all the detritus on the plate had landed in the garbage can.

Then Zoe, who was walking extra carefully because Tommie had insanely tied wooden blocks to the bottom of Zoe’s feet. She carried the plate over to the bucket where the other plates were, and gently dropped it in.

“Bravo, woman.”

Zoe’s heart leaped in her chest, and she turned around, and there was Uncle Genesis, the drunken black gardener.

He’d staggered into the Party Room while she was busy cleaning.

Zoe closed her eyes. My God, what does he think?

She was naked, except for the ridiculous blocks tied to her feet, and her hands were cuffed behind her back.

Uncle Genesis, who was astonishingly ugly.

Yes, having only four teeth in his head, and nose cartilage that was almost entirely eaten away from cocaine abuse, got up and began staggering closer to Zoe.

Uncle Genesis winked at her, with the eye that was not milky blind from herpes simplex of the eye, and she smiled gamely.

She could smell the stink of wine on him.

“Baby…I think it’s terrible that them girls treat choo dat way. Huh. Dat’s bad.”

Zoe closed her eyes.

This was going to be tricky, could she get out of his way?

Uncle Genesis got closer and looked into Zoe’s eyes.

“Baby, what you needs is jus’ a little lovin’.”

The heiress to the Islington, DeToledano & Rushden Business Machines fortune and New England’s drunkest landscaper faced each other, quite uncertainly.

Good God, what now?

Uncle Genesis stepped a little closer, swaying from last night’s inhale of seven half pints of MD 20-20.

“P-please” the hoochie said.

“Uncle Genesis, y-you don’t understand.”

She backed up a bit more, but Uncle G was willing to chase, and he stood a little closer.

“Come on, baby…give Uncle Genesis some lovin’.”

Impulsively Uncle Genesis reached out and grabbed the little chicken head’s left breast.

Nice. Uncle G had never touched white skin he hadn’t paid for.

Uncle Genesis squeezed and pulled the breast.

What a nice set of fun bags fine little Blondie has! Not like those ant bites Kasheeda got, can’t even see the little rascals on the end.

Uncle Genesis might kick Kasheeda to the curb and date Blondie more often. These some chesticles.

But how often she be in handcuffs? Uncle Genesis ran his tongue across his bleeding gums meditatively.

Uncle Genesis tweaked Blondie’s nipple on her right head cushion and she screamed, and pulled her diddie away, and Uncle Genesis was saddened.

“Come on, baby…let Uncle G jam you’ tuna.”

Uncle Genesis got closer, and fine little Blondie became irritable.

“Look, my dad will have you in jail if you keep touching me.” the freak said threateningly.

“Baby, I’se not de one what locked you’ han’s behind yo’ back.”

Uncle kuşadası escort bayan Genesis said weightily.

“You must’ have let someone do dat.

De girls upstairs in de Tibshelf Smoking’ Lounge say you down here and dey lock you up like dat.”

The little tool shed looked upset.

“You-you mean they sent you down to-to–” It was too much for her, and she began to sob.

Uncle Genesis nodded patiently.

“Whut you think? I don’ come down to the Party Room on mah own. I’se a landscaper, a god-nuh.”

Actually, Uncle Genesis was in charge of raking beer cans out of the flower beds, hardly a gardener…but we all like to inflate the resume!

“I-I thought they were my friends”

Blondie began doing the waterworks, and Uncle Genesis grew somewhat restive.

He just wanted Blondie to churn his butter, right? That fillet-o-fish down there smell GOOD.

“I jus’ want to get mah man wit you, bitch.” Uncle Genesis said pleadingly.

“I-I don’t have any friends at all here! They betrayed me” the blonde cooter sobbed.

He didn’t care about tuna bitch’s problems. Uncle Genesis was no therapist. He advanced upon the girl again, and she backed up again.

Uncle Genesis grabbed the little blonde biscuit by her curls and dragged her to her knees, watching in amusement as she tried to struggle.

But on her wrists were genuine po-lice handcuffs, Uncle G knew this, for he’d had them on hisself a few times personally.

Finally he got the little girl DOWN there, on her knees, and he began fumbling with his zipper, but, son of a bitch if she didn’t get up again.

Uncle Genesis reached over and slapped the girl, HARD.

“Look heah, you goin’ to let me put mah dong in you jaw, now.”

See, now I got her nose bleeding. She didn’t have to go troo dat. She got me mad, right?

Uncle Genesis moved a little closer, menacingly, and the little Blondie backed up.

Uncle Genesis now grabbed both her little tiddies and squeezed them real hard, letting go of the left one and punching it lightly.

Blondie howled, but shit, she can take more than that. Look at them burn marks on huh skin, right? She someone’s dog.

Uncle Genesis grabbed Blondie by her shoulders and he shook her until her teeth rattled. Damn and her eyes be rolling round…

“Now, you goin’ to let me skull fuck you a little bit? You goin’ to gimme some of that skull?” Damn if Blondie wasn’t some obstinate bitch.

Uncle Genesis had punked out a number of white boys in the joint who gave in a lot faster than this co-educational cooch.

Annoyed, Uncle Genesis slapped the little tampon socket across the head again.

“Look, I doan mean to be nasty, but you got to co-operate, stench trench.” Uncle Genesis said persuasively.

But suddenly, there was a new voice in the room.

“Not cooperating, Zoe?”

Skinner McCoy grinned at the scene. Truly, she found Uncle Genesis disgusting, and she worried about what possible diseases he might have.

Skinner wouldn’t actually make Zoe fuck Uncle G, but she might enjoy watching Zoe suck Uncle’s dick a little bit.

Skinner looked down at her electric baton with pride. This little monster is so much fun. Skinner activated the sparks, and her panties became soaked looking at it.

Last night, Skinner’s Master had zapped Skinner’s nipples on and off for hours, and this morning, Skinner had truly enjoyed putting Zoe through her paces with the evil electric baton.

Oooh. How beautifully bruised Zoe’s sculpted, alabaster bosom had looked after a few vicious shocks from the electric baton! What fun this baton was…

Skinner’s lover, Narcissus Sickles, had brought the electric baton back from his junior year in Beijing.

“It’s (cough) s-so much f-fun, Skinner, (cough) b-baby.”

Sickles had said, his pale, moon face had shone as he’d squinted at his girlfriend through prescription sunglasses that he wore for nearsightedness and his half-Albino condition.

No one could understand what the shapely brunette and Pledge mistress of Kappa Gamma Sade saw in Sickles, as he liked to be called.

Sickles was thin, tubercular, and albino…he stuttered and spat when he talked, but he was a vicious and imaginative master!

True, Skinner could have knocked Sickles over with her left hand, he was so weak…but she submitted to him utterly, and the electric baton from China showed his ingenuity…

“They l-let me work o-over the (cough) Falun Gong practitioners, baby” Sickles said, grinning.

“B-but I decided to bring th-the (cough) baton home to torment y-you, too.”

Oh, it had been incredible, especially when Sickles and Joel, Kyra’s master had held Skinner down, stripped naked, and shoved the garden hose up her butt, shooting freezing water into her anus.

As Joel held her down, and the water had shot through Skinner, Sickles had touched the electric baton to the small of Skinner’s back.

“Sp-spinal t-tap baby.” Sickles had whined, grinning, and Skinner, escort kuşadası with water and electricity combined, had had the shock of her life…

She’d been a weeping mess for hours afterwards, while Joel and Sickles had laughed and thrown darts at her buttocks, as they stuck out while her head was buried in her arms.

But now Skinner had borrowed the marvelous electric baton, and she was going to enjoy it with Miss Zoe just a little more…

Really, she had to, as the interest on the loan from Sickles was that he carve his initials in Skinner’s tender inner thigh with a piece of broken glass!

“N.S.” had never felt so painful.

Uncle Genesis looked suspiciously at the dark haired skank coming in the door. What she want? What dat stick with the sparks?

European-Americans had always mystified Uncle Genesis, and especially the Caucasian women that lived in this here KGS House.

But the dark haired bitch was now walking around Uncle Genesis towards the blonde skeezer. What happen now?

“What’s wrong, Zoe?” dark haired mother said to Blondie.

“Don’t you want to be friendly with Uncle Genesis, sweetheart? He’s the jewel of Landon University, didn’t you know that?”

As Uncle Genesis watch in bemused wonder, the dark fox put the buzzing stick behind the blonde booty’s booty, and there was a buzz, and Hallelujah! Blondie came closer to Uncle G.

Uncle Genesis stepped a little closer, and clumsily grabbed Blondie by the shoulder.

Ooooh, Blondie kicked Uncle Genesis in his business, and Uncle G fell over, moaning.

As Uncle G opened his eyes, he watched the dark haired nasty buzzing Blondie with the spark stick again and again.

“How dare you kick poor Uncle Genesis in his testicles” dark hair said, laughing. “You are going to give him a nice blowjob to make up for this trespass.”

Never had Zoe been so terrified.

Her very existence was so repelled by Uncle Genesis…he looked a bit as if he had some sort of RASH growing on the side of his face.

But Skinner’s baton was in force!

Zoe’s buttocks, thighs, legs, back, elbows and wrists had blisters and burns from the work of Skinner’s electric baton…

Yes, she felt as if she’d had enough, and she was sobbing in terror.

Skinner tapped the baton.

“Zoe, honey. All you have to do is say the safe word–mercy. If you say mercy, I’ll put this thing away, throw Uncle Genesis the fuck out of the Party Room–“

“Whut?” Uncle G asked, outraged. “I wan’ little white bitch hear to suck mah–“

“Shut up!” Skinner screamed.

Uncle Genesis fell silent, ruminating, doubtless on this being just one more affront to his people.

Skinner came close to Zoe, and turned the baton off.

“Look, Zoe, you’re cool. If you want to say the safe word, go ahead. Tommie is a total coward and has said it; Beth subbed to me, she said it…

Kyra and I and slave jakob and one or two girls on the Eighth Floor are the only subs who never have called for a safe word, and you are cool with me, if you can’t take the torture.”

Skinner stroked the tears away from Zoe.

“You can get dressed, do your thing, I’ll even take you out to lunch…and you still will have a great record of only calling for mercy once.

Tommie’s done it fifty times, Beth more than that. You won’t lose my respect.”

But Zoe knew Skinner was being nice.

“I can take anything you can take, Skinner.” Zoe said defiantly. “I’m not going to suck that nigger’s dick, and I’m not going to call the safe word. Forget it.”

Zoe tossed her curls.

“I-I’m in a lot of pain, but I won’t give in, and seriously, it kind of turns me on.”

Skinner looked down and indeed, there was juice drooling down Zoe’s right thigh. Skinner smiled.

“We’re alike, you and I.” she said.

“When Sickles and I were first dating, in 9th grade, he would tie me to my parents electric fence, stark naked.

Then he would turn it on and off until I was crying…and he’d get me to promise to drink a bucket of my horse’s urine from the stables…

And then Sickles would let me free, and we’d fuck like bunnies…and then I put a ground electrode into Sickle’s urethra, and it was just incredible!”

Skinner cracked her gum, thinking about it.

“Then Sickles and I pooled our allowances and bought an electro ejaculator, it is interesting.

A specially designed electric probe is inserted into the rectum next to the prostate.

Yes, and then a current generated by the machine is applied to stimulate the nerves and produce contraction of the pelvic muscles resulting in an ejaculation.”

Skinner snorted. “We used to fight over it CONSTANTLY.”

Zoe smiled, thinking of when she used to masturbate with a live stereo audio amplifier.

Or the time she’d poked a hole in one of her mother’s sponges back in junior high, and threaded some exposed wires from a lamp cord through it.

Zoe had dipped the sponge in salt water, and put it on a coaster and sat on it, grinding the sparking sponge into her already quite soaked snatch.

“Look, I’m no wimpier than you are, Skinner. I am not looking forward to this, entirely, but I can take it all day.”

Skinner grinned. “Tell you what. I’ll give you a nice little bit of fun…and then we’ll get dressed and go get a beer.

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I looked Adele straight in the eye and took a step towards the stranger. This seemed to shock Adele, so I stopped for a moment and took another step, again looking at her intensely. This did the trick, since she, too, now went a wary step closer to our new acquaintance. Then she took another step and was now standing in front of her.

“The pants, Adele. Take them off,” I commanded.

She reluctantly knelt, brought her hands to the stranger’s shorts and started to pull them down. The stranger did not resist but seemed rather keen on all this, staring at Adele kneeling in front of her. Adele soon had her shorts down and her panties went down with them. The stranger’s pussy slowly slid in view: she had small, symmetrical and a bit puffy outer labia that were covered with white hair. Adele had lowered the shorts down to the stranger’s ankles and she stepped out of them – and, at the same time, took a step closer to Adele’s face.

Adele looked at the white hair-covered vagina in front of her with a strange expression and then looked back at me. I stared at her intensely and motioned her to get on with it. She moved her head really slowly towards the stranger’s crotch and brought out her tongue. The stranger took another small step forward and started rocking her hips, forcing Adele’s tongue to finally touch her labia.

I walked behind Adele and pushed her head right in the stranger’s crotch and commanded, “Lick her well and properly, take her clit in your mouth. Open her lips with your fingers.”

The stranger spread her legs to allow this and Adele hesitantly pulled her lips open. I could now see the stranger’s beautiful inner labia, they were like small pink petals outside her glistening opening. Her clitoris was swollen from all the previous attention but it still wasn’t particularly big. She was glistening with juices, so I was sure Adele would get a proper introduction, with all the delightful scents and tastes a pussy can offer. Adele soon took the clit in her mouth, which had the stranger close her eyes and moan quietly. She then put her hands behind Adele’s head and pushed her really close.

I watched her grind Adele’s head to her crotch for a while and then told Adele: “Get on the grass on your back, I’m gonna enter your pussy while you keep eating her.” Adele, who looked really dumbfounded by all this, just complied.

The stranger squatted over Adele’s face, turning her back at me, and soon descended on her knees, legs spread, her pussy right on Adele’s mouth. It was a wonderful position from my point of view: I could now see the stranger’s small, shapely buttocks which were skinny enough to expose her anus while she rocked her hips. It was greyish, a bit wrinkly at the center surrounded by little hair, really beautiful. I soon entered Adele’s pussy in one deep thrust and fucked her slowly while enjoying the show.

I took my thumb to Adele’s clit and told the stranger, “Turn around and take your hands to Adele’s breasts. Tease her nipples and start twisting them, feel how she moans into your pussy while you do it.”

She turned and was now facing me, looking down at Adele’s breasts and my cock entering her pussy. The stranger massaged Adele’s breasts and then cautiously started to twist them. Adele was still obediently licking our new friend’s pussy and we soon heard some moans and winces since the stranger seemed to have dared to start twisting her nipples properly. The stranger was also moaning rather enthusiastically, I took it that she was going to orgasm soon.

After a while the stranger started panting heavily and rocked her crotch furiously on Adele’s face, still clinging on to her nipples, which she seemed to be pulling rather forcefully. She soon let out a deep cry of relief. I was close to exploding myself, so after I noticed the stranger started to cease her rocking movement after the orgasm, I motioned her to lift her crotch from Adele’s face. I then went close to Adele’s dazzled-looking, sweat and pussy juice-soaked face, placed my cock over it and took her hand to my shaft. She was completely puzzled from all that had happened but quickly realized to start wanking me. I looked at her kuşadası escort straight in the eye and soon shot my semen on her face. Her face was now a beautiful mess.

All three of us lay on the grass for a good while without saying a word. Adele was the first to get up, she took a few steps, squatted and obediently spread her legs and labia while taking a piss. The stranger looked at Adele’s submissive performance intently, looking fascinated and curiously thoughtful.

After Adele was finished, the stranger soon sat up, and took off her shirt and white bra. Her breasts were two small globes with wrinkly little buds in the center, without much noticeable aureola around them. Her chest was actually quite well suited for her small figure.

Then I was in for a real surprise. Now naked, she stood up, walked a few steps, spread her legs and squatted. Hesitantly and blushing, she opened her labia with her fingers and let out a stream of piss. I looked at this in complete amazement.

The stranger then got up and said, “I want to stay with you for a while.”

—

This was, of course, a magnificent thing to hear. However, I had to think about how all of this would play out with Adele since I did not want to mess up the beautiful progress we had made, and I did not yet know much about the stranger. Still, this gesture of hers had been marvelous, and one that definitely signaled a propensity for submission.

“You do realize that it will mean a lot more than just some pussy licking while watching me punish Adele? You, yourself would be punished, too. You saw me whipping Adele’s buttocks and breasts with those branches, and I have given a lot harsher treatment to most of her body — her pussy and asshole being among my favourites. Would you be able to take something like that?” I asked.

“Yes, please punish me. I want it,” she answered almost immediately, without seeming to have given much thought to her answer. This was, then, something to find out empirically.

“Go wait in that shed over there. Get on your knees on the bench on the right, facing the wall, and put your hands behind your head,” I commanded her.

The stranger left and I immediately told baffled-looking Adele, “I’m not going to touch her, but you are. Go get all kinds of necessary things from the house, including whips and paddles you may find and some large thing to penetrate her with, and a pair of handcuffs. Go!”

Adele came back with a plastic bag crammed full of things, and I selected a thin cane from the bag.

“If she’s kneeling there like she’s supposed to, you’re going to cane her ass and thighs with this one. It’s sharp, as you know. This will quickly show us whether she can take these kinds of things or not. Remember, she just twisted your nipples and rudely pleasured herself on your face — don’t be too kind on her. But don’t be too hard either, otherwise I’ll punish you twice as hard for scaring her away.”

I have no idea what went on in Adele’s head as we approached the shed. I’m sure she was not overly alarmed by all this yet, since I had not indicated taking the stranger as my new toy, but rather that she’d do the punishing now. We opened the door and the stranger was positioned like she was supposed to. Facing the wall, hands behind her head, her slim buttocks right there for the cane.

Upon entering I said, “You’re going to be caned now, on your ass and thighs. You’re either going to stay still and refrain from loud screaming and other annoying behavior – or you’re gonna walk out. Keep your eyes to the wall the whole time.” She nodded.

I pushed Adele closer to her and motioned her to start. She cautiously raised the cane and hit the stranger on her thigh, not too harshly. She barely winced. I crossed my arms and looked at Adele with a disappointed look, which made her hit somewhat harder. The stranger twitched and winced, and Adele seemed to start to get the hang of this. She started hitting her thighs and buttocks properly, leaving nice red marks. The stranger became a lot more vocal and struggled to stay still. I walked behind Adele and took my fingers on her clit and massaged kuşadası escort bayan her breasts with the other. She clearly enjoyed this and kept on hitting, covering the stranger’s small buttocks and thin thighs in their entirety. The stranger sounded like she had a hard time not to scream whenever a harsher hit landed, and judging by the amount of red welts, I’m sure her delicate skin was burning by now. Her hands trembled from keeping them up all this time.

I stopped Adele’s hand and asked the stranger, “Would you like to get your tits whipped, or would you like to leave?”

She pondered her answer for a while and then mechanically said, “I would like to get my tits whipped.”This was good enough for me.

“You may take your hands down now,” I instructed the stranger.

“Adele, get the handcuffs and cuff her hands behind her back. Take some branches, too, like the ones your tits were whipped with.” Adele got the cuffs from the bag and the stranger let herself be cuffed without saying a word.

“Step down from the bench. Then go to Adele, since it was her that whipped you, and kneel in front of her. You will then express your gratitude by burying your tongue in her pussy. We won’t spend too much time on that yet, so after a few deep licks, you will stand up and ask Adele to whip your tits. Understood?”

The stranger let out a dull “Yes,” and approached Adele, who seemed like she didn’t know whether she wanted that tongue touching her pussy or not. Adele did, however, spread her legs a bit as the stranger kneeled in front of her. I walked close to them to ensure she would lick her properly. After overcoming her initial nervousness, disgust or anxiety, the stranger shoved her head in Adele’s crotch and gave her pussy a good, wet lick.

After repeating this a few times she got up and managed to quietly say to Adele, “Please whip my breasts.” Adele took a few steps back, selected a branch and gave the stranger’s left breast a good whack. She yelped loudly.

“Give ten hits to both of them, paying attention to hitting her nipples as well. If she tries to move or squirm, give her extra,” I instructed. Adele continued, hitting her small breasts surprisingly promptly. The stranger tried her best not to squirm and tears were forming in her eyes as Adele kept on punishing her. After twenty hits Adele still gave both of those globes two good ones, causing her to bend forward and sob, “Please, no more…”

Her breasts were thoroughly red and her small nipples stood out. She looked absolutely amazing, her hands cuffed behind her back, obediently standing still with tears in her eyes.

“Would you like to have your pussy punished next, or was this enough for you?” I asked.

As might be expected, she wasn’t going to quit after coming this far, so she nodded, looked down and quietly said, “Yes, I’d like to get it punished.”

I didn’t feel like having it whipped since that would’ve felt a bit repetitive. I wanted something more fun and humiliating. I uncuffed her and told her to get on her knees on the floor, legs spread as wide as possible. Her amazing, thin ass blocked nothing from view and her pretty, greyish, wrinkly anus and her symmetrical white-haired labia were nicely on display.

“This time, your pussy’s getting the punishment, and we won’t need any special instruments for it. Adele will kick it, giving your lips and your clit some thorough blows on her instep. If you still want this, you’ll have to ask for it.”

Adele looked a bit confused now, and so did the stranger. She did, however, blurt out a quiet, “Please kick me.” to which I responded by asking where. “Please kick my pussy,” she said, keeping her voice low and her head down.

I motioned Adele to get behind her and told her to test her aim with a few practice kicks, to make sure she hits the sweet spots. Adele did, and these relatively powerless blows already had the stranger shout out a bit.

“Good, you’re getting the hang of this. Now, give her five proper ones — ones to make her scream. Now’s your last chance to get up and leave.”

The stranger stood her ground, having clenched escort kuşadası her hands into fists. Adele looked somewhat anxious but eventually kicked her flat on her pussy, harder than I had thought she would. “Aaagh!” the stranger screamed and took her hands to her pussy.

“Take those hands off and get back to position,” I immediately remarked.

After getting back, she got another rough one from Adele, and after two more good kicks on her sensitive genitalia, she was already sobbing loudly.

“Now the last one!” I exclaimed.

Adele seemed to really gather strength for this one, and soon smacked her pussy like never before, eliciting a long, loud scream from the stranger, who now curled up and took her hands to her crotch. I let her moan on the floor for a while and casually rubbed Adele’s clit.

“Get up, back in the position,” I commanded the stranger, and she reluctantly complied and got back on he knees.

I looked at her fiery red pussy up close and I could already see some swelling on her labia. Her clit protruded somewhat, and I was sure it had been hit rather unshielded as well.

“This hole is not just for beating, is it? Adele has brought something to fill it with, haven’t you?” I asked and looked at Adele. She then produced a decent-sized cucumber from her bag and held it in her hand, looking at me.

“Now, Adele’s going to present this toy to you before shoving it inside your pussy. You will lick it and Adele will push it deep in your mouth. You may finger your clit at the same time.” The stranger started moving her index finger cautiously in her punished slit and Adele walked in front of her, offering the head of the cucumber. The stranger pushed out her tongue and gave it some licks, after which Adele started slowly pushing it in her mouth. She had to open it as wide as she could before the vegetable fit. This didn’t proceed into anything interesting quick enough, so I told Adele to fuck her mouth properly. She then pushed the cucumber far enough to produce a gagging voice, then took it out, and poked her throat again.

“That’s it, give it to her deep, like a proper throatfucking,” I exclaimed.

The stranger’s pussy seemed to be getting wet again, despite the obvious black and blue that was starting to show on her labia. Adele kept obediently gagging the stranger, she had now even grabbed her hair to control her head properly. I enjoyed the show for a while longer and then decided it was time to see how the cucumber would look like between her pretty labia.

“It’s time to give that pussy something, too. Bend down properly and Adele will fill your hole.”

The stranger pushed her ass up and bent down. Adele positioned the cucumber on her pussy and started to push it in slowly. She met with some resistance after getting past the tip but I motioned her to just keep pushing despite this. The stranger moaned and instinctively pulled back, but soon her pussy gave in, and half the vegetable had disappeared inside her, which seemed to be as far as it would go now.

“We’re not going to do all the work here while you just kneel there getting pleasured. Grab that cucumber, stand up and turn around to face us. Then, I want to see it slide in and out of your pussy, while you finger your clit.”

The stranger seemed to find some discomfort in getting up with the vegetable inside her but she managed to get up and got the cucumber moving slowly inside her. Her small clit was fully engorged and her beautiful, beaten outer labia enveloped the thick shaft. The sliding movement also brought her inner lips, now grabbing the cucumber tightly, beautifully in view. The stranger had not hesitated much before getting up to give us this show, probably due to the earlier punishments that had already brought her over the limits she previously thought she had.

I took Adele close to me and sat down on a small bench, and soon had her in position to ride my cock, both of us facing the stranger, of course. Adele slid my dick inside her and started rocking her hips, while I started to furiously finger her clit and fondle her nipples, in order to show her that I was very happy with her previous work.

It was simply wonderful for the two of us, and most likely for the stranger as well. She seemed completely mesmerized while masturbating in front of us, staring at our passionate action intensely. I felt sure all of this was going to get even better in the following days.

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Heidi closed and locked her bedroom door, leaving Jack alone in the small cage. The air was still and dark and filled with Heidi’s scent. The padlock that locked the cage was dangling above Jack’s confined body. It usually secured Heidi’s bicycle, but now it secured him. Jack was just one of Heidi’s possessions, under her lock and key until she decided otherwise.

Jack ran his fingertips over the empty keyhole and imagined the key sliding in and turning. In his mind he was climbing out of the cage and making love to Heidi. It was easy to imagine as he could still smell and taste her body. He closed his eyes and pushed his hips forward as he imagined them making out. With one hand on his cock, he massaged himself as he daydreamed until he climaxed and cried out in pleasure.

He opened his eyes to the cruel reality of being locked in the cage. His mind then turned to Heidi walking down the street in her cruelly short dress, her taut curves and long legs on view to everyone except him.

Heidi was sitting outside the cafe with her two friends. Having tried to answer their questions as to why she was wearing that dress, as opposed to her usual jeans, she spent the next hour trying to hold it in place and stop the breeze was revealing even more.

She had excitedly explained that she was seeing Jack and had barely been able to stop herself telling them that he was locked in a cage in her bedroom. That would have been too much for them and they would probably have stolen her keys and run to her house to see.

Heidi felt strangely shy as she returned home, opened her bedroom door and peered inside. The very thought of seeing Jack was bringing back memories of meeting boys as a teenager. The skimpy dress she was wearing was about the same length as it had been back then. She stepped bashfully inside, her heels neatly together, her manicured hands clasped in front of her.

She stood for a moment waiting for Jack to approach her, but that wasn’t going to happen. Jack would never be going anywhere again unless she unlocked his cage. That in itself made her tingle. Her heels clipped on the wooden floor as she slinked up to the cage, deliberately close so that Jack could see the key handing from a garter belt high up on her right thigh.

“How was your morning?” she smiled apprehensively.

Her cool demeanour was then spoilt as she looked down and her sunglasses slipped from her head and clattered to the floor.

“Just waiting for you,” Jack replied with a relaxed smile.

“It’s beautiful outside,” Heidi purred, her body already tingling.

Heidi had a dilemma that even a morning drinking coffee with her friends hadn’t solved. She was desperate to make love with Jack, the sexy eyes and gorgeous body that were now obeying her every command were just too much to take. Unfortunately, she’d told both herself and Jack that she wouldn’t sleep with a man after just one date. And anyway that would mean he’d won, wouldn’t it? Fuck, if only society was different.

“What are you thinking?” Jack asked, her expression as usual giving too much away.

“It might be quite nice to…” she looked around nervously, “You know, make love?”

“It would,” Jack’s replied, trying to hide his conspicuous cock.

“But I don’t like being used.”

“Well use me,” Jack offered, “And maybe use the key that’s hiding under your dress?”

Heidi closed her legs and tried to smooth down her dress to hide the key.

“I don’t know… this is all so new,” Heidi replied.

She sat down on a chair, crossed her legs and tried to stretch her dress as far as it would go down her thigh.

“What did your friends say?” Jack ventured.

Heidi looked up and smiled, “I didn’t tell them everything.”

Jack had reached his hands through the bars in a hopeless attempt to reach her and it was all too easy for Heidi to read his mind. She elegantly stood up, reached for her handcuffs and within seconds had snapped them closed around his wrists.

“That’s for thinking those thoughts!” she cried.

“And you’re not?”

Heidi was now squatting down in front of him, her legs apart and her arousal on show. She reached and touched his biceps that were already tensed and straining from his görükle escort attempts to break the handcuffs.

“I didn’t say I’m not thinking that, but I’m not locked in the cage…”

Heidi stood up and unzipped her dress in one flowing movement, the thin material slipping to the floor, tickling her body as it fell.

“I could help with the bra and panties.. And garter belt,” Jack offered, getting increasingly frustrated by the locked cage.

“No need,” she smiled sweetly.

Jack watched in disbelief as Heidi then squeezed back into denim shorts and a pale patterned blouse that exposure her taut waist. She removed the garter belt and attached the cage key to her hair elastic and used it to tie her hair back in a ponytail.

“What’s the point of foreplay if we don’t make love?” Jack begged.

She ignored him and pushed her feet into some beat up trainers while stuffing both her phone and handcuff keys to her pocket. She then squatted down to watch Jack fighting against the cage.

“I doubt anyone can escape from that cage,” Heidi breathed, “So save your energy… cos when I come back we’ll make love.”

Heidi’s eyes were smiling. The feeling of control was overcoming her inhibitions and allowing her at last to take what she wanted. She would fuck Jack all afternoon, but first she had to buy something to ensure she stayed in control. Jack would have no choice but to make love ‘Heidi’s way’.

*

She returned an hour later with a large package and a mischievous smile. She pulled it open and unfolded a bondage body bag made out of thick black and with heavy straps fixed at intervals along its length.

“Still want to make love… my way?” she asked.

Heidi hadn’t made love to many guys, but each time she had felt vulnerable and scared. The thought of making love on her terms, being in complete control, was sexy.

It had taken a long and convoluted conversation with the guy in the shop, but she had finally chosen an inescapable body bag which she had paid for with Jack’s credit card.

“I can leave you in the cage,” she continued, walking back and forth above him, hoping that her tiniest of denim shorts would work their magic.

Jack’s eyes had already given her his answer and she untied her ponytail to retrieve the key that was hidden discretely from sight in her thick brown hair. She then breathed in and dug into the front pocket of her denim shorts to retrieve the handcuff keys that surely must have given up any hope of ever seeing the light of day.

She unlocked her would be lover and watched discretely as his fantastic body unfurled and hobbled to the bathroom. Less than ninety seconds later Jack had returned and stepped into the black body bag, placed his arms into the tight side pockets and was listening to the ominous sound of his body being zipped up.

The bag fitted him like a glove, following his masculine curves and ending up by tightly encircling his neck. Heidi took the small padlock from her suitcase and used it to lock the zipper in place. She turned and tossed the small key on to her dressing table where it skidded across the smooth white surface and disappeared behind the heavy furniture.

“Opps,” she giggled.

“What about the key?” Jack asked, concerned that he could barely move a muscle.

“The key’s no good without a girl to turn it,” Heidi breathed as she tightly buckled the six sets of straps that surrounded her lover.

The final strap encircled Jack’s neck and they stared into each other’s eyes as Heidi decided whether to tighten the strap by a further hole. Jack was breathing fast as Heidi helped him to lie down on her bed.

“Oh fuck Heidi, I can’t move at all!”

“I know… turns out I’m good at tightening straps.”

“I can’t even roll over!”

“You still want to make love to me?” Heidi asked with big innocent eyes.

Jack nodded.

Heidi then unzipped a small window in the middle of the bag and eased out Jack’s genitals, his erect cock protruding conspicuously from the tightly buckled bag. Jack struggled with all his strength which only made his cock stand even more to attention.

“Oh fuck this is so cool,” Heidi breathed in a husky whisper, her eyes görükle escort bayan darting out from behind her long freely hanging hair as she crouched on all fours above him.

Heidi was now popping the buttons on her shorts and running her hand down the inside of her lacy panties. Some things she would have to do herself now she had reduced her lover to nothing more than a cock. Now completely naked, she rolled on a condom and sat astride her helplessly bagged man.

With her trust issues now buckled away she could enjoy the feel of a man inside her. She took it slowly and gently, but she was so open that Jack was soon deep inside. Jack pushed his hips up into her, enjoying the only movement that she hadn’t taken from him.

The pleasure built slowly until Heidi orgasmed for the first time in her life. It was only as she finally came down from the high that she kissed his lips for the first time.

“I can’t stop shaking,” she moaned, gripping the bag tightly with both arms.

“I would hold you, but…”

Jack kissed various part of her face, but soon ended up with a mouthful of hair. Heidi kissed him back. Again he kissed her and she was losing the kissing fight until she leap forward and placed her naked bottom on his face.

“I win!” she exclaimed.

Jack was struggling to breathe, she could see that, but she tightened her thighs to lock him into place beneath her. His cries were muffled by her cheeks and his eyes were bulging by the time she released him from her leg lock.

Heidi was on a dangerous addictive high.

“Again!” she cried, wild hair being pushed back over her shoulder.

“Fuck yeah!” he panted.

The second time was even more intense with Heidi sitting up straight and riding Jack like a bull. Only when she climaxed did she flop down and enclose him in a tangle of hair and lips.

“You like Heidi’s Way?” she panted, her brown eyes wide and dreamy.

“Fuck, I want to hold you.”

“Shush!”

Heidi held her finger to Jack’s lips and then traced seductively around his features. Only once he was silent again did she roll off his bound body and giddily hop and wobble back into her panties and then squeeze back into her tiny shorts.

Jack was struggling again inside the tightly buckled body bag, unable to even bend his body. Heidi was now dressed and about to leave the room with seemingly no intention to release him.

“Can I take you to lunch?” he tried.

Heidi was tying her hair which swished as she turned.

“One more word and you go back into these shorts.”

“Lunch?” Jack asked again.

Heidi seemed annoyed as she undid the buttons on her shorts which had been on her hips for less than a minute. Now naked from the waist down, she secured her panties around his head with a hair elastic and then padlocked the shorts back around his neck.

“Now I’ve nothing to wear!” she complained.

“Heidi? Where are you?” Jack called.

He lay back knowing better than to fight the solitary confinement of Heidi panties when he felt her warm body drop back down on to his cock. With no other senses available, he lay still enjoying the feeling as he eased deep inside her, feeling only the thrust of her hips and hearing only her cries he brought them once more to orgasm.

“Oh fuck Heidi, that was so nice.”

Heidi kissed him through her shorts before climbing off and walking to her wardrobe.

“What are you wearing?” Jack asked.

“That short dress you like,” she whispered back, “The dress all the guys like…”

Jack looked around blindly, “Can I see?”

“No, this one’s for the other guys,” she teased.

There was more futile struggling from inside the locked bag.

“Don’t worry,” she breathed into the crotch of denim shorts, “I only like guys who do things ‘Heidi’s Way’.”

Heidi put her hand to her mouth to stop herself laughing as Jack tried to kiss her, his lips pushing lovingly against her used underwear, her denim shorts moving slightly as he kissed.

With Jack otherwise engaged, Heidi locked her bedroom door and walked into town to buy lunch, with much of her glowing thighs on show.

*

An hour later Heidi returned, unlocked her bursa escort room and sat astride Jack’s waist, her butt resting on his constantly erect cock. After much pleading, Heidi had unlocked her shorts from his head, but no amount of begging had made her release him from the body bag.

“I’m going to get out of here,” Jack breathed as he struggled beneath her.

“No you’re not.”

Jack stared into her gorgeous commanding eyes and relaxed, eating the small piece of cheese that she dropped into his mouth.

“Where are you taking me tonight?” she asked with excited anticipation.

“Are we still going out?”

“If you want to…” Heidi looked a little disappointed.

“Of course I do! I guess I’d just given up any hope of getting out of here.”

Heidi could see his confusion; after all she’d held him prisoner for the most of the last twenty four hours and she had to think back to her earlier resentment and jealously to remember why this had started.

“This is just Heidi doing what Heidi wants… for a change,” she breathed, her lips hovering above his.

“When do I get released?” Jack asked, his throbbing cock frustratingly crushed beneath her butt.

“Ask again and you go back in the shorts…”

“Toilet?” he asked nervously.

Heidi started to tighten the strap around Jack’s neck, just for a teasing moment, before releasing the neck strap and all the others down to his ankles. With the body bag itself still zipped up tightly, she helped Jack jump and shuffle across to the bathroom.

“How convenient that your cock is already sticking out,” she giggled as she left Jack to pee into the toilet. She then took hold of his exposed penis and pulled him, half jumping and half shuffling, back to her bed.

She studied his frustrated eyes for a few seconds, “If you don’t want me to accept your invitation to dinner I can unzip you right now.”

Jack had intention of losing the attention of this cute woman, no matter how crazy, “I love the bag,” he smiled as he lay back on the bed and watched the brunette in the short dress straddle his head.

“Time to buckle you up.”

“Can you do them tight this time?” he teased.

She stopped and looked down at him.

“You know how tight my shorts are… you really want them on your head?”

Jack smiled to himself as he watched Heidi’s slim manicured hands strain and tighten each of the straps. She looked happy; the act of tightening the straps almost seemed therapeutic. She finally lay down next to him so that he could enjoy the loving and uninterrupted gaze of her eyes.

It was a slow afternoon of teasing interspersed with love making interspersed with YouTube clips. Heidi had changed back into her shorts just so she could more graphically illustrate what would happen if Jack asked for his freedom.

“Do you want me to unzip you?” Heidi asked, now sitting on his neck with Jack’s head between her thighs.

“I can’t win, can I?”

“Would Lisa have tied you up like this?”

Heidi’s pulse quickened as she tightened the buckle around Jack’s neck by one hole. Jack’s cock was even more erect as Heidi undressed and sat astride him, watching carefully to ensure he was breathing. This time was amazingly intense and Heidi cried out before flopping on to him.

“Heidi?” Jack croaked, her strap painfully tight around his neck.

“Are you asking me to release you?”

They stared into each other’s eyes, on a high from the power and control, both knowing that if Heidi chose to wrap her panties around his face it would probably kill him. She lovingly kissed him one more time before quickly unbuckled all of the straps.

Jack was breathing hard as he watched the naked girl lying on her front on the floor, her butt wriggling, trying to reach the key to his body bag that had fallen behind her dressing table.

“Is spending the rest of your life in the body bag a problem?” she called, “The key’s a long way under.”

“Might be a problem for dinner.”

“Oh yeah,” she giggled, as she scrambled back to her feet, her hair a mess, her nipples still erect and the small silver key in her hand.

“So you still taking me to dinner?” she checked.

Heidi was now dressing in old yoga pants and a baggy jumper and only once she was completely covered up did she unlock the small padlock and pull the zip all the way down.

“See you tonight then,” Heidi smiled as she put a finger to his lips to prevent his advancing lips and pointed to the door.

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