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“Bastard!” I fume as I march down the street one night. “Bastard! Bastard! Who does he think he is? How could he do that?” I lean against a wall of a pub and then turn and kick it, but my heels are high, 4″ heels, pointed toes with studded ankle strap, and it hurts bad. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

“You know, talking to yourself is a very bad habit” drawls a voice from a doorway.

“Who’s there?”

Slowly you step forwards, 6′ of denim and leather, your eyes shaded still. “What’s the prob, sexy?”

I’m still raging. “The problem, sexy” I say, pacing up and down, “is that my boyfriend is a fucking huge fucking wanker and fucking fucks me off.”

“Bad night, sexy?”

“Oh yes. He’s dumped me for another man.”

“Well that’s a fucker alright.” You offer me your cigarette, but I shake my head. “You’re stressed, hon, you need to chill out.”

“I don’t feel like chilling out, I feel like being very, very violent, I want to get physical, I want to fight, I want to hit, I want to scratch, and I want to scream.”

Slowly you exhale. “Come for a ride. Escape all this. Something hard and firm throbbing between your thighs. You’ll like it. It’ll feel good.”

I pause from my pacing and take a deep breath. “Well that would certainly make a fucking change. But I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

You walk round me, looking down at my leather dress, fishnets and bondage shoes. “No problem babe, just unzip the zip up from the bottom of your skirt. Higher than that. Higher. Don’t be shy, we’re both adults. Good, now just wait here, I’ll be right back.”

A minute later you’re back carrying two helmets, and you help me strap mine on, and show me how to climb onto the bike. And then we’re away, my arms wrapped round you, laughing with exhilaration. You drive out of the town and into the country and soon we’re speeding along empty roads, faster and faster round the bends until I’m almost screaming with excitement.

Suddenly there’s the sound of sirens and the police are chasing the bike for its speed. Instead of slowing you speed up, and I cling on for dear life. We speed along and into the forest, the trees masking us from view as you turn down small roads. And then suddenly you pull a sharp turn and stop, hidden behind some trees in a carpark. We have lost the policecar and we’re all alone. I take off the helmet and look all around. We’re by a small ruined church in the woods with a graveyard of slanting and tumbled mossy stones.

You see me looking round curiously and lift me down. I go to re-zip the dress, but you stay my hand, and lead me towards the church. Inside it’s bare, except for an altar stone, a couple of carved angels looking down sorrowfully from pillar tops and a few beer cans in the corner. A large hole in the roof lets the moonlight stream in.

“Ever fucked in a church?” you whisper, your arm round my waist.

I shake my head. “Never been in one. Not religious.”

“I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Good. I want it hard and fast.”

“Maybe. Gonna make it one you’ll remember.”

Before I can reply you’re crushing me to you violently and I feel your beard against me, scratchy as our mouths open and we’re exploring with our tongues, tugging your bottom lip, you biting my neck. Your hand is pulling my skirt up to bare my ass and I fumble with your jacket, but again you stop me and instead I fumble with the laces on the bodice of my dress so that my breasts are bare in the moonlight. We pause and meet each other’s eyes for a second before you rip off my thong and slam me hard against a pillar, squeezing my nipples so hard that I cry out in pain.

“Is this what you want you fucking whore? A real man? Who can take you whenever he wants?”

I nod silently, biting my lip from the pain on my nipples.

“You’re my slut now, I’ve got you just where I want you. Nobody, nobody, knows where you are so you are totally in my power and you have to please me. And I want lots of noise, understand? Otherwise…”

I raise my eyebrows.

“Otherwise you’ll feel such fucking pain you’ll … wish … you … were…. dead.”

Totally freaked, I nod wildly.

From your pocket you pull a pair of handcuffs and cuff one of my wrists. You drag me over to the stone altar table. I stumble and fall, and you stop and kick me in exasperation before dragging me a couple of paces as I climb back to my feet. At one side you bend me hard over the cold stone and I moan. You reach my hands underneath the table, the cuffs only just do up, pulling tight into my skin, making me cry out.

“Hurts you, slut?”

“Yes sir.”

Laughter. “Good. Now bend your legs up behind you. Further. Further. Harder now, I really don’t think you’re trying hard enough here.” SLAP my bare ass. “HARDER, YOU BITCH! OK, just a bit of rope round your ankles, should give a nice burn.” Then you slip a collar round my neck and attach the rope to it, I can just breathe if I don’t struggle. “Good girl. Doesn’t that feel good now? All wide open and ready for me?”

“Yes xslot sir” I gasp.

“And let’s see now – yes, so wet. Yeah, you were wanting a bit of rough, weren’t you?”

I laugh with difficulty. “Yes sir.”

Walking round the side you pull my bound ankles higher and higher, until I’m gasping and screaming. Release. Then pulling again. Release. Then pulling again, and holding for so long I feel faint.

And then I’m down on the stone again and my legs are being untied, I’m gasping for air, big cool lungfuls. Now you spread my legs at the knee, so they’re hanging over the sides of the table. My cunt and ass are totally open to you. Slowly you run your finger round, exploring me, sending me wild with lust, making me gasp for you.

“Want me, don’t you sexy? Wanna feel my cock inside your slutty cunt, don’t you, sexy? Don’t mind being called that now, do you, sexy?”

“No sir” I gasp, between cries of pleasure.

“This good too then, sexy?” I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it sure isn’t your cock, widening my asshole so wide it feels it will split, making me scream out with lust.

“Oh fuck yes, please, please sir fuck me hard, want you filling me up!”

I feel you ramming me harder and faster, harder and faster, until I’m squealing and screaming. Your thumb is pressed against my clit, blowing my mind. And then it’s out and I feel your cock entering me hot and large, fucking filling me up to bursting, making me cry out again as you push so deep. With a shout I hear you cuming inside me, feel your hot juice in my body as you strain hard against my tight ring. With a final thrust you finish and withdraw, leaving me on the altar table still as you do up your zip.

You look down at me “Back soon. Don’t go anywhere, will you?” and start to walk away.

“Wait, please sir”

You stride back and slap my ass. “What is it, slut?”

“Please could you untie me? I won’t go anywhere.”

Head to one side, considering. “OK.” You undo the lock on the cuff and I flex my wrists and shoulders, the pain of the blood returning immense.

“Thank you very much Sir.”

“For what, slut?”

I catch your eye and laugh. “For everything sir, that was fucking awesome.”

“Was? I’m not finished with you yet. Now sit down there, with your arms wrapped round an altar leg. Good girl. I’ll be back sometime.” And with a swagger you’re away into the night.

My dress is undone this cold night, my breasts pale like a statue in the moonlight as I shiver, but as time passes I feel myself dozing, snapping awake, dozing again.

Obligingly I open my mouth to take in a finger and then sit bolt upright. You’re back, squatting in front of me laughing, some rope coiled over your shoulder.. “All fucked out, slut?”

“Yes Master”

“Wrong answer.” SLAP! knocks me down away from the altar and I feel my shoulder wrench, and cry out in pain. I become aware of music throbbing somewhere, and looking up past you I see you are not alone. You look back over your shoulder and stand up. “What do you think?”

Your friend snaps open a beer thoughtfully. “She’ll do. She tight, H?”

“Very tight” you say as you toss him the keys to the cuffs. While he’s undoing them you throw the rope over a beam in the roof and as I’m dragged to you, you tie my wrists hard above my head, so I cry out in pain again. “Sore, bitch? Good?”

Gasping I nod. “Thank you Master.”

You both laugh, and you pull the rope harder. He fetches a couple of fallen bricks from the corner and you lift me onto them, legs spread wide, shaking in my heels. You still have your arm round my waist, the other slides up the unzipped skirt of my dress to my thighs.

“Were you dreaming bad thoughts there, slut? You’re very wet. Or are we just turning you on here?”

“You Master, wanna be your slut so bad, wanna feel you inside of me…. Want you so bad it hurts.”

“Well now, that’s handy. Because it sure as fuck is gonna hurt.” You grab my skirt and pull it away from my ass cheeks, stroking them with your long fingers. You tuck it at the front and let go.

Behind me I hear laughter, and then I tense as I hear a strange noise – I’ve never heard it for real before but I know it’s a leather whip cracking. A couple of times more it cracks, then you walk round in front of me.

“Familiar, whore?”

“No, Master”

SLAP SLAP! You give me a back-hander and blood trickles down my cheek where your ring’s catches me. “Wrong answer again slut. Don’t you know what had you screaming earlier? Felt good inside of you, huh? Now you’ll feel it bite…”

Back round behind me again you stroke my ass with it before stepping away slowly. Stepping faster faster faster CRACK!

“aaaah fuck ow!”

Stepping away again, silence, CRACK! I cry out this time and I hear you laughing. Walking round the front without your whip you say “Gonna watch your face, wanna see your pain.”

Different footsteps this time – silence – silence – CRACK! “FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCK!” I xslot Giriş scream and biting my lip feel the blood run. You lick it away from me, eye to eye, I’m wanting you inside of me so bad that CRACK! “SHIT!” I gasp.

You slide your hands inside my bodice now, cupping my cold breasts, tweaking the hard nipples, tugging them, pulling them harder until I groan with pleasure. CRACK! I almost burst into tears of frustration, it’s so distracting.

“What is it you want, slut?”

“Want you to take me, to fuck me hard, feel you rubbing my clit, squeezing my nipples, just want you everywhere and I want it so fucking bad” CRACK! “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!”

Laughing you hold up your hand to stop your mate. Your hands slide round to my ass, and I feel you parting my cheeks hard again so they feel they’re about to rip. I hear your mate unzipping and his cock sliding inside of me long, hard and thin.

“That what you want whore?”

“Want you too Master.”

Keeping my gaze, you unzip too, and soon you’re pushing into my cunt, feeling the two of you against me with your denim, your leather, and your cocks filling me up. I’m screaming with excitement and exhilaration, my legs shaking on the blocks, my hands above me. I feel your mate shudder and cum in my ass and that’s so horny I’m screaming again, bracing myself against you, wanting to be your whore, your tramp, your slut always.

You pull out and untie the rope above me, and use it to pull me over to the altar, pushing me down hard and burying your face in my cunt. Sensing what I really want you climb onto me and soon I’m talking your cock inside my mouth, tasting my own juices on it while you’re exploring my cunt with your tongue, pinching my lips, tweaking me, making me arch so hard against you I think my back’s gonna break.

And then I’m cumming, I’m cumming, screaming like a thing possessed, and groaning I feel you spurt deep into my mouth, swallowing it all up, so horny, so slutty, so dirty. I lie there laughing now, dazed, my mind blown. You sit up and look down at me, smiling and as I roll over you slap my bare ass.

I start to lace my bodice up again carefully, but you adjust me to push my breasts painfully high, then pull the laces so tight I gasp. I climb down and zip down my skirt with difficult; it’s so tight I can barely stretch round to reach my ass.

Just then there’s the roar of more bikes, and I swallow nervously. You stride over to your friend and speak to him quietly, he nods and laughs and the two of you head out of the door.

I take my chance and look around, the windows are long gone of glass, and I climb up on a rock beneath one of them. Cursing I unzip my dress again and reach up, trying desperately to haul myself up. Just as I pull myself up gasping and can see the trees outside I feel your hand run down the back of one of my legs.

“Leaving us, sexy?”

Fuck, I think, as I freeze, very aware of your hand stroking back up my leg again. With difficulty I wriggle round so I’m sitting on the windowsill looking down at you.

“Sorry Master.”

“You’re mine now, you can’t run from me, you want me too much.”

I nod, my throat dry. “Are you going to punish me, Master?”

No reply, just a slow smile. You climb up onto the rock I’d used, your face level with my breasts, and I feel my nipples hardening. You reach up and tweak one, real hard, and I wince. Your other hand is high inside my skirt now and I part my legs, arching my back towards you.

Softly you speak, looking up at me. “What a slut you are. You know I’m gonna hurt you, you know I’m gonna make you mine, you know I’m gonna make you my whore and punish you until you bleed, and you still can’t say no.”

I nod in distraction, feeling your fingers sliding into my cunt.

“What do you say, whore?”

“Thank you Master.”

“Good girl. Now on you go.”

“Where Master?”

“You’re gonna run from me, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Noooooooo, wanna stay and have you fuck me”

You withdraw your hand, sniffing it approvingly. “You have 15 minutes. Then we’re after you, hunting you down like wolves. Pain and punishment, slut, the further you get the more you get. Understand?”

“Yes Master.”

Easily you climb up beside me, and lower me down into the long wet grass of the graveyard. “Now do your skirt up and keep it done up. Keep the shoes on, I like the short steps you take that way and your ass wiggling.”

“Yes Master.”

I turn and run towards the darkness of the trees, hearing you howling and laughing from the church window.

I stumble into the starry darkness, over the lumpy ground of the graveyard. The wall is difficult to climb, but eventually I’m over it and am deep into the trees. It is an ancient woodland and I have to duck low under the trees. Weaving between them is nearly impossible in my leather dress, and it catches on the branches, scratching and ripping. My hair gets caught in branches, tugging and making me wince, and xslot Güncel Giriş I lose time untangling it.

Checking behind me there is not yet any noise, but as I turn back I trip and roll down a bank. My leg crashes against a tree and a thorn scratches deep into my arm, blood dripping on the wet ground, bringing tears to my eyes. I sit for a second cradling it, then crawl forward to a stream that’s running through the glen. I desperately try to cool my burning pain in the numbing water, and I take deep breaths before climbing to my feet again, shaking with the shock of both the cut and the water.

I look downstream to my rightt, and standing very still listen to the water. The burn gurgles quietly, but there is something else too – a wilder noise – a waterfall? Wading through the water to the other side I follow the grassy bank downhill, faster and faster, stumbling, falling.

A chill strikes me as I hear noises in the woods, whistles, shouts, howls. The fear and the pain of my arm force me to my knees and I throw up into the burn, wiping my mouth with a handful of grass, but then I’m up and running again, adrenaline kicking in again.

And at last I reach the waterfall, not as large as I hoped, just a few metres high, but there are rocks for me to edge over alongside the water. I slide again on the wet stones, crying out this time and freezing still, my hand over my mouth, lest I’d been heard. Behind the water there’s scare a space, and I flatten myself against the back of the rock.

For what feels like an age I stay there in the cold, wet, darkness, counting to myself, willing the time away, willing my pursuers away, and I start to slow my breathing again.

The hand thrusting through the water round my throat shocks me totally, my hands come up but I’m powerless as I’m yanked forward, forward into the pool below.

I scream and breathe in the water as I fall in. Though it’s not deep I’m the coldest I’ve ever felt in my life and I struggle up again, gasping for air.

Looking up, you are edging back up along to the bank, and there are now four of your mates looking down at me. I stumble towards you through the pool, defeated, and collapse at your feet.

“Get up, whore.”

I’m so exhausted that halfway up I sway and fall again but you yank me up by the arm.

“Drained, sexy?”

Barely able to nod, to whisper “Yes Master.”

I feel your hands slide round me and I lean back against you.

“Stand up straight bitch, what were you expecting, a cuddle?”

You look round thoughtfully then nod at your mates. “You two” and push me towards them. Together they start ripping my dress, slashing it with knives until my thighs and breasts are bare in the moonlight. I’m frozen in fear, but they are skilful with their blades and do not touch my skin. Then they’re stepping back and I’m shaking semi-naked in the middle of the group, trapped, no-where to run, looking from one to another, terrified, aroused.

“You like cock, slut?”

Nodding, whispering, “Yes please Master”

Laughing. “You are such a slut! Now step 3 steps forward. Turn around. Bend. Hold your ankles. Good girl.”

You have me offering my ass to a huge biker now, one built like a shed. I feel him exploring my ring with his fingers, they feel vast and I shake. The violent thrust of his finger inside of me makes me cry out, but I stay bent over, watching you watching me. He explores my ass, still tender from earlier, then with a twist another enters me, and another. I really am weeping now, silent tears trickling down my cheeks from the pain.

“Stand up, whore.” With difficulty I obey, my ass still very very full of his twisting fingers. “How many can you take?”

“Fingers, Master?”

“Cocks, whore.”

“However many you want, Master?”

“Correct, slut! You have won an extra finger.”

Screaming now, so intrusive in my ass. Then I’m being pulled backwards and he sits down, sliding out his fingers so I gasp in relief. You indicate for me to sit on him, and now he’s sliding his cock up inside of my ass so I’m arching my back again and crying out. He pulls me down on him so my legs are spread and my cunt is open, you can all see how moist you’re making me. Then another biker is kneeling between my legs, but as he goes to enter me you stop him, and indicate he should kneel over me to use my breasts. I hold them close and tight and feel the rhythm of his thrusting, the two men together then as I reach out for something to brace myself I find two more cocks and gently take them. I have four men fucking me now, all except you, the one I want most of all. The biker on top of me is shuddering now and I feel him spurt warm all over my breasts. He groans and sits back, then slaps me hard before rising. We keep fucking and fucking, my hands warm now around their cocks, all moving together while you and your mate watch us, laughing, as first one man than the other cums all over me, one on my face and the other on my breasts again. The biker underneath is cumming now and I’m just used by everyone, no pride, no dignity. He rolls over and slides out, and I’m lying in the grass again, sitting to look up at you.

“You’re filthy, whore, and your clothes are all ripped.”

Nodding.

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Tiffany woke up at 11:40. She rolled out of bed and collapsed on the floor. She fought her way out of the tangle of blankets and sat up. Shit. She had to be at Joseph’s place at noon. And she had to bring her dress and makeup.

She scrambled to find her makeup bag in the jumble of clothes in her suitcase. Finding it, she rushed to the closet and pulled down the dry-cleaning bag that carried her dress. She pulled on a new pair of underwear and struggled into her jeans. She’d have to shower at Joseph’s place.

“You’re alive!” Therese said jokingly as Tiffany came rumbling down the stairs. “Breakfast?”

“No time.” Tiffany grabbed the car keys by the front door and stepped into her shoes. “Gotta go. See you at the wedding!” She rushed outside without waiting for a response and jumped into the car, throwing her stuff onto the passenger seat. She made it to Joseph’s apartment at 11:58.

“I thought you were going to be late,” Joseph said as he answered the door.

“Hi.” Tiffany pushed past him into the apartment and collapsed on the couch.

“Is that any way to greet me?”

“Hi, Sir. Can I shower?”

Joseph chuckled and shrugged. “Sure. Towels are under the sink.”

Tiffany took her time in the shower. She felt herself relax as the hot water hit her and streamed down her body. Today was the last day she had to maintain this ruse. She just had to last through the wedding, and with Joseph helping her pretend, she thought she could do it. At least until the next family event that required a boyfriend, but she could think about that later. As she was lathering her hair, she heard the door open.

“Hey there.” Joseph tugged the shower curtain aside and peeked his head in.

Tiffany jolted, raising an arm to cover her breasts and turning away. “Hey!”

“Just checking in on you. Don’t bother putting clothes on. Come out naked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He replaced the shower curtain and stepped out of the bathroom.

Tiffany finished and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel from the hook next to the sink. She set to drying her hair, gently rubbing it with her towel. She had to say, she hadn’t been having a bad time with Joseph. She’d never really done anything kinky before, and somehow she found herself wanting to please him. She might even miss this, once it was over.

She exited the bathroom to see Joseph waiting for her on the couch. “Hi, Sir.”

“Hi,” he said brightly. “Kneel.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.

She walked to him and did so, a bit chilled from the lack of clothing. He hadn’t seen her completely naked yet, and she felt a bit self-conscious.

“Back straight,” Joseph ordered. He leaned back on the couch as she fixed her posture. Her breasts perked upward as she did so.

He got up and went into his room, bringing out his box of kinky toys. He pulled out a long length of pink rope.

“Are you familiar with rope bondage? I’m going to put you into a simple chest harness.”

“I know what it is, Sir, but I’ve never tried it,” TIffany said.

Joseph knelt next to her and started to wrap the rope around her torso, looping it around her breasts. He knotted the rope at her back, pulling it taut, not enough to hurt, but enough so that the harness fit snugly around her. He finished off the harness with a knot at the back and let the ends fall.

“How does that feel?”

“Good, Sir.” Tiffany looked down at the rope framing her breasts. She’d always considered her breasts to be average, but in the constraints of the harness they appeared to be much larger. This brought a smile to her face.

“Want to see how it looks?” Joseph nodded toward the bathroom.

“Sure.” Tiffany stood up and walked to the bathroom. Her breasts looked almost picturesque in the pink rope. She bounced up and down, watching them jiggle. “This looks great! Thank you, Sir!”

“I’m not done with you yet.” Joseph waved her back from the bathroom and pulled out a small metal butt plug from his box. It was tapered on both ends, with one end extending into a wide base, which held a shining pink jewel. “Think you can manage this?”

She was determined to try. “Yes, Sir.” She’d never done any anal play before, but she’d been really enjoying doing kinky things with Joseph, and the thought of walking around

with a butt plug at a crowded event excited her.

“Alright. On the ground.”

Joseph pushed her down gently until she was on all fours. She watched as he pulled out a bottle of lube and greased up his finger. She yelped as she felt it prod at her anus. He shushed reassuringly.

“I need you to relax.”

“Yes, Sir.” She hadn’t realized she’d tensed up. She took a deep breath and tried her best to relax her muscles.

“Better.” He patted her back with his other hand, slowly inserting his finger.

Tiffany shuddered at the sensation. It stung at first, but as Joseph massaged her insides she felt herself begin to loosen. She felt his finger pull out, and then something colder and larger prodded at her anus. xslot She took another deep breath as it slowly entered her.

“How’s that feel?”

“Um…” She straightened up onto her knees, turning so that her butt was to him. It almost felt heavy in her ass, but it seemed securely in place. “I think it feels fine, Sir.”

“Great.” He reached over and smacked her ass lightly. “Looks good on you.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Wear it around for a couple hours. If it feels alright, keep it in for the wedding.”

Tiffany nodded.

“I’m going to shower, and then I’ll help you dress. Sound good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

While he showered, Tiffany checked herself out on her phone camera, holding it at an angle behind her so she could see the butt plug. The pink jewel shone on the screen, matching the pink of the rope around her breasts. She wiggled her ass, watching it move with her. It looked quite cute. She hadn’t been terribly excited to attend her cousin’s wedding, but now she was looking forward to it.

Joseph stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a pale purple button up and dark blue slacks. Tiffany eyed him, noting how the shirt hugged his lean form.

“What do you think?”

“You look nice, Sir.”

“You look good.”

Tiffany blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Let’s get you dressed.”

Tiffany went to the bathroom to retrieve her panties before pulling her dress from its dry cleaning bag and letting Joseph help her pull it over her head. He tied the sash around her waist into a neat bow. Tiffany checked herself out in the bathroom mirror, watching her breasts bounce with the support of the rope harness.

Joseph got a stool from the kitchen and placed it in the bathroom.

“Sit. I’ll do your makeup.”

Surprised, she did so. “Oh, wow, okay.” She’d never had her makeup done professionally before, but the prospect was quite exciting.

He rummaged through her makeup bag, pulling out her products. It was a sparse collection, consisting of concealer, foundation, blush, powder, mascara, two lipsticks and a small palette of eye shadow, along with a couple of brushes.

“Hm. Not much, but I can work with it.” He brushed some concealer under her eyes and over some redness around her nose. Squirting foundation onto the back of his hand, he used his fingers to pat it into her skin. Tiffany closed her eyes as he did so, enjoying the warmth and attention. She wasn’t used to this kind of pampering. With a large brush, Joseph swept blush onto her cheekbones, lips pursed in concentration.

“We could do a soft smokey sort of look with this dark purple. What do you think?” He pointed to an eggplant purple on the eye shadow palette.

Tiffany nodded. “Do whatever you like, Sir. I, um, don’t really do much with my makeup usually.”

“I can tell.” Joseph winked at her. “But we’ll get you looking all dolled up.”

He pressed the eye shadow into the corners of her eyelids using the applicator that came with the palette. He took a pale pink and applied it to the middle of each eyelid. With the mascara, he brushed on several coats onto her blonde eyelashes. Selecting a lipstick, he leaned forward and placed a hand under her chin.

“Open your mouth slightly. Good girl,” he whispered as he carefully applied the lipstick, a rosy cinnamon-like color. “There. What do you think?” He stepped back so that Tiffany could get a look in the mirror.

“It’s so pretty!” Tiffany leaned forward, turning her head from side to side. “You did amazing!” She hadn’t felt this beautiful in a long while. She beamed at Joseph, who patted her shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get you to that wedding.”

They drove to the wedding venue, an upscale hotel in downtown. They reached the reception hall where Therese excitedly waved them to their seats. Maggie looked miserable in a floofy pink dress, typing on her phone, while Edward sat still as a statue next to her. Tiffany sat next to her mother, who immediately started pointing out cousins and aunts and pouring out the latest gossip.

“So I heard your Aunty Flora’s been seeing this ridiculously young college student, and it’s only been two months since…”

Tiffany nodded, only half paying attention. She squirmed in her seat slightly, feeling the butt plug bumping into the chair. Joseph patted her on the knee. She felt slightly giddy with her secret.

The music swelled and Therese quieted. Everyone turned their heads to see Tiffany’s cousin sweep down the aisle. Tiffany heard Maggie make a gagging sound behind her. She was finding it hard to concentrate on the ceremony with the pressure from the rope harness and the feeling of having a plug up her butt. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Joseph, who was sitting looking straight ahead as the couple gave their vows.

As the ceremony ended and the guests were ushered outside for cocktails, Tiffany found herself hornier than she’d ever been. She grabbed Joseph by the arm and dragged him into one of the bathrooms. As soon as the door closed, she pulled xslot Giriş him close and kissed him hard. She struggled to unbutton his slacks, pressing herself into him, against the bulge in his pants.

“Someone’s excited.” Joseph had to turn his head to get the words out as Tiffany continually tried to kiss him again.

She ignored him and pulled his dick free, stroking it with her hand. Joseph huffed out a breath and snaked a hand under her skirt, rubbing against her pussy through her panties.

“You’re so wet.”

She nodded, grinding her hips against his fingers, using her free hand to grab Joseph’s head and kiss him harder, panting with arousal.

“But I think that’s enough for now.” He pulled his hand away, eliciting a “Hey!” from Tiffany.

“Let’s just enjoy the wedding, yeah?” He buttoned up his slacks and winked at her before whisking away from the bathroom.

Tiffany stared after him in frustration and disbelief. She kicked at a wall, cursing. What was his problem? Annoyed, she turned to the mirror and set to fixing her hair and makeup, wiping away a smudge of lipstick from her lower lip. Once she’d made herself presentable again, she made her way back to the reception hall.

She eyed Joseph as the best man gave a toast, not hearing a word. He smiled at her with feigned innocence, laughing as Therese made a joke about the bride’s mother, who also stood to make a toast. She struggled to keep up with the banter as waiters came by with the food.

She looked around at the people dancing as people finished their meals. The bride danced with the groom in the middle of the dance floor. Joseph stood up and took her hand. “May I have this dance?”

Tiffany nodded and let him pull her to the dance floor. The music changed to a slow ballad and Joseph pulled her close. Tiffany swayed with him in time with the music, resting her cheek on his shoulder. She could smell his aftershave and the faint scent of his shampoo. It felt nice to be in his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been held like this.

As the music wound down, people began to leave the venue. Tiffany went and found her mother gossiping with the other aunts.

“I might not be home tonight. Good night.” She kissed her mother on the cheek goodbye.

Therese turned to her, a gleam in her eye. With a wink, she waved her daughter away. “That’s nice, dear, have a good night.

Tiffany collapsed into the passenger seat of Joseph’s car. Joseph slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“Well that went better than expected.” She pulled off her heels and stretched her toes.

“You tired?” Joseph asked.

“And horny.” Tiffany fidgeted with the rope around her breasts. She was slightly shocked at her own bluntness, but a weekend of teasing had been too much for her and if she didn’t find some relief soon she thought she’d explode.

Joseph laughed. “Well, lucky for you, I have some more fun planned for us once we get back.”

* * *

They came in through the door while making out, clumsily slamming it shut. Tiffany struggled out of her dress and grabbed the front of Joseph’s shirt to unbutton it.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said gently.

He led her to his bedroom and had her discard her panties.

“Kneel.”

She did, legs apart, back straight. Joseph pulled his keys from his pocket and pressed it into her hand. “We’re going to do some harder stuff now. If you need me to stop, drop this, okay?”

Tiffany nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Joseph fished out his kink box and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with feathers affixed to them. He attached them to her nipples and tugged at one playfully.

He also pulled a hood from the box. It was made of black latex, with one hole at the mouth and two rimmed holes at the top of the head. Joseph knelt beside her and pulled the hood over her head, pulling her hair through the two holes in the top to make pigtails. She could feel that her pussy was dripping with anticipation. Without her sight, her skin felt electrified, as if every touch was a shock to her nerves.

She heard Joseph rummage through his box once more. He stopped, and then she felt something hard but springy poke at her inner thigh.

“I”m going to put this dildo in you, and then I’m going to fuck your mouth. That sound alright?”

Tiffany nodded eagerly. She’d been waiting all weekend for something like this.

The dildo slid in easily, and she moaned at the sensation. She felt stuffed full from it and the butt plug that was still in her ass. Joseph moved the dildo in and out a few times, agonizingly slowly, making her squirm. Then it stopped moving, and Tiffany could hear him undo his pants. She opened her mouth expectantly for his dick.

With a hand on her head, he pushed his cock into her mouth. Tiffany moaned in pleasure and started to suck on it, bobbing her head back and forth. His dick was quite wide in her mouth, but she did her best to wrap her lips around it, taking it as far as it would go. She heard Joseph panting xslot Güncel Giriş slightly as she was able to get him into the back of her throat. Triumphant, she sucked even harder, moving her head at a rapid pace.

Tiffany bucked her hips to move the dildo deeper inside of her. Part of her desperately wanted Joseph’s dick in her pussy right now, but she was content to suck at it, especially as she got him gasping and leaning against the wall behind her.

Then he pulled back. Moments later, Tiffany felt something against her mouth.

“Open,” said Joseph.

She opened her mouth and he inserted a small rubber dick into her mouth. She felt him tighten the straps of the gag around her head.

“Not too tight?”

Tiffany shook her head, and then felt herself being lifted and dropped onto the bed. Joseph pulled her arms apart and tied them to his bed frame, and then he did the same with her feet. Laid out like this, she could barely move. He removed the dildo from her pussy—she heard it clunk onto the floor next to the bed- and then something larger but softer prodded at her entrance. Was this finally going to happen?

His cock slid into her easily and she moaned through her gag. Finally she was going to get a good fuck. He pumped into her, his face tucked into her shoulder. He sucked on the skin at her neck, making her cry out. She knew that was going to turn into a big hickey, but she didn’t care. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but the rope kept her from lifting them. All she could do was lie there as he moved his hips faster and faster.

With all her holes stuffed full, Tiffany could feel herself nearing orgasm. She tried to squirm but was held fast by the rope. Joseph put a hand around her neck, barely squeezing. She gasped and came harder than she ever had in her life, her muffled moan ringing through the bedroom. Joseph came soon after, pounding into her as cum squirted from his cock. He collapsed onto her, pressing his face against her neck.

“Is that what you wanted?” He reached up and took out the gag, throwing it carelessly over the side of the bed.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped out.

“I’ll untie you in a minute. I need to catch my breath.”

Tiffany giggled and turned her face to nuzzle into Joseph’s hair.

* * *

Tiffany woke up in the middle of the night with a fierce need to piss. She carefully extricated herself from Joseph’s arms- they’d fallen asleep cuddling- and snuck to the bathroom. All in all, she’d call the weekend a success. She got a boyfriend to show off at the wedding, and she even got a good fuck out of it too. Not to mention it had awakened a side of her she’d never seen before. And now it was over.

She froze as she stepped out of the bathroom. The next morning, she’d be single again and she’d be back to her regular kinkless lifestyle. Something like loneliness welled up inside of her.

“Tiff?”

She heard Joseph calling her from the bedroom. She hurried to return.

“Yeah I’m here, Sir. Went to the bathroom.”

“You don’t gotta keep calling me Sir. Come over here.” He waved her over to the bed.

Tiffany obeyed and slid under the covers next to him, resting her head on his chest.

“So did I do okay?” Joseph asked.

“What?” She turned to him.

“Being your fake boyfriend.” He twirled a finger into her hair.

“Yeah, my mom and cousin were ecstatic. How was I as your sub?”

He chuckled. “Not bad, for a noob.”

“Thanks for being my fake boyfriend. I had a lot of fun.”

Joseph was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I did too.” He coughed. “What are you going to do now?”

Tiffany shrugged. “Go back to New York tomorrow. Go to work, I guess. You?”

“Same for me, I guess.”

“Um, I guess I should go home.” She pulled away from him and sat up.

“Oh.” Joseph paused as if looking for the right words. “Okay.”

Tiffany ducked out of the bedroom, pulling on her panties and dress. She gathered her makeup and awkwardly waved good-bye to Joseph as she stepped out the door.

She sped down the deserted freeway, her things in a pile in the passenger seat. She reached her parents’ house at about one in the morning. She carefully snuck to the back door and winced as it squeaked when she opened it. She tiptoed to her room, sighing in relief when she saw that the lights were out in her parents’ bedroom.

But as she approached her own room, she saw that the door was open and the light was on. She peeked in to see her mother going through a box of her old things.

“Mom?”

“Oh, darling! I didn’t expect you back.” Therese turned to her.

“Yeah, well… here I am?” Tiffany sat on the bed next to her mother.

“Sorry, I was just looking through your old things.” Therese pulled a ragged teddy bear from the box next to her.

“Oh, it’s Beary!” Tiffany took the stuffed animal and cuddled it. “I totally forgot about him!”

“I hope I haven’t been nagging at you too much, Tiffany.” Therese placed a hand on Tiffany’s. “But I’m glad you have someone. You’ve seemed really happy these past few days.”

“Oh? Yeah, I guess.” Tiffany coughed and turned away.

“I think that’s a boy you want to hold onto. Anyway, I’ll let you get to bed.” Therese stood up and placed the box on the floor. “Good night, love.”

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It had all started innocently enough. At the Pro-Biotics regional office the crew always launched a rather rowdy Halloween party with loads of alcohol and “medicinal” marijuana. Steven always enjoyed the festivities even though he wasn’t old enough to drink yet.

‘Just one more year,’ he thought, ‘and then I’ll be able to party with the rest of them.’

For a rather boring old office environment, there were loads of nice people who were all entertaining in their own right. Jessica was the office hotty with a nice round rump and long dark hair. Ben was Steven’s best friend, another intern who was a year older than Steven and would be enjoying the booze for the first time at the party. Ben was a little taller than Steven and broader of shoulder, a guy who spent time in the gym but not a complete muscle head. Their boss Eric was a fair man who explained their duties clearly and had proper expectations of what they should and should not be doing as interns. And then there was Stephanie, the office slut. About the same height as Steven but with and amazing rack and long blonde hair, She’d pretty much slept with all the single guys in the office (and even some of the married ones), but she had a thing against sleeping with interns, which pretty much left Steven and Ben hung out to dry when it came to getting any from her.

The boys were always trying to one up each other, and the Halloween party wasn’t going to be any different. Both had been boasting about their costumes for weeks, and tonight was the night of the great unveil.

That is, it would have been if Steven hadn’t been late for the party by about 2 hours. Really, it wasn’t his fault, he just didn’t know his costume would take so long to put on. Going for realism over laughs, Steven had dressed up like Stephanie, including super slutty mini-skirt, loose sexy white blouse and red lipstick. What he didn’t know was how creepy it looked without shaving his chest and legs first, which ate up a lot of time at home. He had to borrow the panties from his sister, which was another level of weirdness. But Steven was willing to go the extra length for a joke. He was just hoping his costume would be better than Ben’s.

Entering the office earned him a lot of wolf calls from his co-workers, most of which were doing so because they thought he was actually Stephanie. He’d never realized it but he and her had very similar builds. Her hips were larger than his, and of course she had tits, but with the skirt on and the fake silicone breasts implants in the bra (something he borrowed from his dad’s home office, a plastic surgeon by trade) he was able to be a fairly accurate double for the office bicycle.

After passing the front desk Steven entered the main floor of the office where all the cubicles were. There people were already fairly plastered as they drank and flirted back and forth with each other, feeling more free and rambunctious than ever. People were dressed in all manner of costumes, from The Hulk, to Edward from Twilight, to a woman in all body paint with a few key pieces of scales placed in various locations to keep her modest. He loved it when someone did Mystique.

Steven lingered around the punch bowl, wishing he could partake, and had to keep some drunken hands off him from the more slobbered of his co-workers. It was embarrassing and flattering all the same time, and Steven felt more than awkward with all the attention. If it was some ladies flirting with him, that would be one thing, but all the attention was from other men, which was odd and confusing to Steven all at the same time. He couldn’t look that much like Stephanie, could he?

“Hey there sexy, need some saving from a real barbarian?” Came a husky voice from behind Steven.

He turned around slowly, already knowing who the voice belonged to. Ben stood there in a leather cod piece with a broad sword strapped to his back, bracers on his arms, and a leather bandana on his brow. Normally this would look campy on anyone else, but apparently Ben had been spending more time in the gym to really make the image look authentic. Muscles bulged all around his body, with veins lingering under the skin revealing how low his body fat was. It was intimidating to say the least, but also very impressive. Steven found himself blushing slightly having never seen his friend like this before.

“What makes you think I need saving from a half naked man?” Steven responded in his best Stephanie voice. It wasn’t extremely feminine, but Ben already looked fairly plastered so it would probably work on him.

“You need saving from my pal Steven, who would like nothing but to get in your panties…” Ben slightly slurred and he leaned over Steven.

Smiling to himself, Steven decided to take this game a little further, just so he could really embarrass Ben later.

“Oh, and you’re saying you don’t want in my panties?” Steven teased.

“I’m xslot just saying I’m willing to earn it is all.” Ben cooed, the booze thick on his breath.

“Oh I’m sure Steven would be willing to earn it as well.” Steven teased his friend, finding it funny that Ben still hadn’t figured it out.

“Yeah, but Steven isn’t packing 9 thick inches beneath his cod-piece.” Ben whispered into Steven’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. Steven had always been proud of his 7 inch cock, but if Ben really had a 9 incher then that truly put him to shame.

“Men always say their packing 9 inches, but few rarely prove it.” Steven purred nervously. He was worried he might have been taking this a little too far, but he felt a need to see if his friend really had such a large cock.

“Tell you what gorgeous, I’ll prove it to you if you promise to help finish it off once it’s nice and hard for you.” Ben whispered further in Steven’s ear while playing with the small of her back. The situation was starting to become more and more confusing to her, and Steven’s felt her reactions shift and Ben became more lustful for her.

“We’re in the middle of a crowded party, you gonna just whip it out here hot stuff?” Stephanie…Steven teased, thinking his buddy was out of options for a private location.

“I just so happen to have a key Mary’s office. No windows on the door or any of the walls, and she’s been out on maternity leave for a month now.” Ben revealed with a smirk, already grabbing Stephanie’s hand and leading her through the crowd.

This was getting out of hand Steven though, his cheeks fully flushed, his mini skirt tenting as his obvious excitement. It was also obvious that Ben meant business as his cod piece was having a more and more difficult time keeping him contained. Steven thought he should pull his hand away and reveal to Ben that he wasn’t Stephanie, but something inside him stopped him from doing that. Instead, he just followed his muscled friend through the back offices until he reached a corner one. Pull the keys out of a leather pouch that hung to his side, Ben swiftly opened the door and led Steven in, closing it quietly and locking the door. Suddenly the music died a mere hum along with the laughter and hollering of the party.

“There we go, alone at last.” Ben said strongly with a wicked smile on his face.

“Yes, alone. Just you…and me.” Steven continued, trying to think fast.

Ben slowly untied his belt and dropped the sword tied to his back. Unfastening various belts and buckles, eventually Ben dropped the cod piece to the ground, revealing a semi-rigid cock pulsing beneath. Steven gasped slightly and sub-consciously licked his red lips. He thought Ben might have been exaggerating about the size of his member, but it wasn’t even hard yet and Steven was willing to bet it would be larger than 9 inches. It was evenly thick, growing larger with each second, the hair trimmed short and Ben’s large balls hanging low. Steven was surprised the cod piece was able to keep all that man-meat in to be honest.

“What do you think honey, nice and large isn’t it?” Ben said proudly.

Steven licked his lips again, and gulped slightly. “I don’t know, it seems awfully…flaccid.” Steven teased, preparing to drop the facade any moment.

Then Ben did something that shocked Steven more. He gripped his cock in one hand, and started stroking himself in front of her, growing thicker and larger with each stroke.

“Oh it gets bigger baby, trust me. Want to look at it a different way?” Ben asked in a very husky and lustful tone.

Steven could only nod, feeling herself weak in her legs.

“Get on the ground babe, on your knees.” Ben almost commanded. What was even more odd was Steven almost instantly obeyed, getting on her knees before her best friend. Ben walked forward and stood over her, stroking his now fully erect 9.5 inch cock above her face.

“Lick my shaft babe.” Ben commanded again.

It was now or never, Steven could either be Stephanie, the office slut, or he could be Ben’s best friend and let him in on the goof.

In answer to her own question, Stephanie stuck her tongue out and licked the salty balls handing between Ben’s legs. She engulfed them into her mouth and rolled them around, feeling their size and weight with her tongue. It was her first time sucking balls, having never thought she’d ever do it before, but Stephanie found she loved the taste of Ben’s balls in her mouth. Ben continued to jack himself off and moaned heavily as he felt Stephanie take him in her mouth.

She continued to lick up his shaft and town the crown of his cock into her mouth, sucking him deeply and loudly. Stephanie sucked Ben like she’d want someone to suck her cock, slowly and with lots of saliva, avoiding teeth and going down as deep as possible, which was difficult with Ben’s huge cock.

“Oh damn, I xslot Giriş heard you gave good head, but I had no idea.” Ben moaned, his hips rocking slowly into Stephanie’s mouth.

Stephanie started rolling Ben’s balls around in her hand while sucking his engorged member, trying to stuff as much of Ben’s cock into her wanting mouth as she could. Stephanie felt Ben’s hands running through her wig, giving her worry that he’d find out she was an imposter, but instead Ben just pushed on the back of her head trying to force more of his cock down her throat. She gagged loudly, having to pull away to catch her breath momentarily, but once she had recovered she engulfed his cock again, like it was as important to her as air.

Stephanie had a maze of questions running through her head, having given into a desire she never knew existed in her. She was on her knees, feeling extremely feminine and having her mouth used a fuck hole by her best friend. What had started as a joke had taken a very odd turn to say the least, and the oddest part of all was how much Stephanie was loving it. Her cock strained against her panties, causing her skirt to tent, but luckily Ben’s attention wasn’t there…yet.

Ben continued to push her head on his cock, riding her face like he would her non-existent pussy. Maybe he’d be happy enough with a blowjob and once he blew his load in her mouth, they’d stop and Stephanie could run away and figure out what to do next. But just the thought of swallowing Ben’s load sent shivers up her back again, causing her to moan loudly into Ben’s dick as it rubbing back and forth against the back of her throat.

“Oh yeah baby, you are something special, I need to be inside more of you.” Ben said hungrily, popping his drenched cock out of her mouth. He lifted her up and forcefully bent her over the ouch, tugging her panties down and spreading her ass.

It was all happening so fast that Stephanie hardly had time to even properly freak out about Ben finding out that Stephanie was actually Steven. She had her ass cheeks exposed, her head pressed into the pillows of the couch in Mary’s office. Stephanie started trying to lean up and get out of the shameful position she found herself in, when suddenly she felt Ben’s wet tongue pressed against her asshole. She moan loudly and lustfully, displaying how much of a whore she really was as she ground his ass against Ben’s face while he rimmed her properly. She didn’t think it could get any better until she felt a hand wrap around her engorged cock and begin jerking her off while her asshole was eaten.

“Holy crap! Ben, do you know I’m Steven?!” Stephanie asked in exclamation while still maintaining her Stephanie voice.

“I knew when I first saw you, but that doesn’t change how fucking sexy you look. Does this mean you don’t want me to fuck you.” Ben responded quickly, disturbing his ass eating for a moment while he continued to jerk her off.

Stephanie continued to moan in deep pleasure, pressing her ass against Ben’s face. Finally, in a low and erotic tone she whispered “Fuck me Ben, take my cherry…”

That was all it took and Ben stood up and took position behind Stephanie. He spit on his cock and rubbed the saliva into Stephanie’s rosebud hole. For her part Stephanie was equal parts scared and excited, not sure if she could survive a proper fucking by Ben’s huge cock. She still wasn’t completely over the fact that Ben knew she was Steven the entire time, but the cock pressed against her asshole was pushing those concerns out quickly as she felt Ben start to enter her.

His cock head felt enormous as Stephanie felt her hole expand to fit Ben’s crown. She breathed slowly and steadily, biting her lower lip and gripping the couch tightly as Ben eased into Stephanie slowly. After he was about two inches in, Ben stopped pressing into her ass and just let his cock rest in her shallow opening. Stephanie was about to protest, wanting to feel more of his girth inside her, but Ben just stroked her ass affectionately, indicating that this was for her own good. She needed to relax and accept him inside her before he could continue.

Focusing on her breathing again, Stephanie took a moment to really enjoy how wonderful it felt to have her asshole stretched out by her best friend. She never could have imagined tonight would have led to this, nor did she want it to mere hours ago, but now that it did she realized that somewhere deep down inside she’d always wanted this. It was just something she couldn’t have ever openly admitted to herself. Maybe that was the real reason she dressed up as Stephanie, not to play a joke but to be who she always wanted to be. A cock hungry whore with her best friend’s dick plunger deeper into her asshole. Stephanie perked up, feeling Ben’s renewed movements behind her. He roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back, forcing more of his cock into her ass.

This xslot Güncel Giriş was the final stretch, so to speak, as Ben plunged the rest of his 9.5 inches all the way into Stephanie’s ass. Her eyes went wide and her cock jumped up as the crown of Ben’s cock rubbed her prostate. Each stroke Ben took into her rubbed her prostate more and more, keeping her erection hard and bringing to light new pleasures she’d never experienced before.

And before she knew it, Ben was entirely inside her, his balls resting firmly on her ass cheeks. Once all of Ben had been shoved deep inside her, he started fucking her with a slowly and purposeful stroke, make sure she felt each inch of his cock pull out of her and then invade her all over again. Each time his cock pushed back in it rubbed lovingly against her prostate, forcing pre-cum to ooze out of her cock and stain her panties. But she didn’t care at all and just sat there, ass high in the air, enjoying the feeling of being well fucked by her horse-hung friend.

Suddenly Ben slapped her ass as he fucked her hard, causing Stephanie to jump a little and moan out loud again, revealing her true slutty nature even more.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting, your best friend to fuck your slutty ass?” Ben asked, his voice full of sexual hunger.

“…yes…” Stephanie managed weakly.

“Yes what?” Ben asked, slapping her ass again.

“…yes, sir.” Stephanie answered, starting to realize just how the dynamics of their relationship were shifting.

“Do you like the feel of a huge cock rubbing inside your asshole slut?” Ben demanded to know with a slap of her other ass cheek.

“Yes, sir, I love the feeling of your cock inside me.” Stephanie explained with a moan, as Ben sharply slammed his cock into her again.

“Do you me to breed you slut?” Ben asked, humping her fast and with more purpose.

The question confused her at first, but then she realized what he meant. “Oh god yes please, spill your seed inside me. Make me a true slut and cum in me with your unprotected cock.” Stephanie truly begged from her new master.

That was all Ben could take and he drove his cock back into her hole one final time before it erupted inside her, cum pouring out of him in waves of sexual delight. The last plunge pushed Stephanie over her limits as well, rubbing her prostate just the right way to cause her to cum also, filling her panties with her seed. Together they bucked and rubbed their bodies together as their sexual highs peeked. And just as fast as they climaxed, they came down and realty sunk in.

Ben had his cock shoved up his best friend’s ass who was dressed up to the nine’s looking a lot like the resident office slut. Steven was bent over the couch, ass spread wide open with Ben’s cock buried deep inside him, his asshole and his panties soaked in cum. The two start to untangle from each other and Ben sat on the leather chair across from the sofa while Steven gingerly sat down on the couch, his rear a little sore from the recent attention.

“Well that was…unexpected.” Ben admitted with a blush.

“So you knew it was me the entire time?” Steven asked, shock returning to his system.

“Well yeah, I already saw and got shot down by the real Stephanie an hour ago. She dressed up as a cheerleader, how unoriginal.” Ben admitted with a roll of his eyes.

“And despite knowing it was me, you continued to flirt, then fuck me?” Steven continued.

“You seemed to rather enjoy it.” Ben returned with a smirk.

Steven blushed, returning momentarily to Stephanie mode. “Well yeah, I wasn’t expecting that I would, but you just took charge and you knew what you wanted, and what you wanted was me. That’s powerfully erotic.” Steven explained, his cheeks crimson.

“And what if I want is still you?” Ben asked, his eyes dark and his tone heavy.

Steven blushed deeply again, squirming in his seat.

“Come here slut, and sit on my lap.” Ben commanded in a tone Stephanie couldn’t resist.

Steven may have sat on the couch, but Stephanie was the one who rose from it and walked to across to the chair Ben was recliner on. She straddled him and lowered her still exposed ass onto his recovering cock, letting it slide past her cheeks and press back into her. She moaned heavily and held onto Ben’s shoulders as she forced herself down onto his cock more.

Then Ben did the truly unexpected. He reached up and pulled her head down to kiss her deeply and passionately. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and rolled around her own tongue, invading her much the same way he invaded her earlier. She groaned heavily into his mouth, enjoying him taking her forcefully again and she ran her hands along his muscled body, delighting in how feminine she felt and how masculine he felt.

Ben broke the kiss and looked her deep in her eyes as he started fucking her again, his cock now fully erect again. “I think Stephanie and I need to hang out a lot more from now on.” He announced boldly.

Stephanie just grinned and moaned again as she felt his cock plunge back into her. “I think so too…master.”

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Sevgili çift ile bir nebze… 5Yinede içimde ufak bir korku belirtisi vardı. Umarım ilk birkaç gidiş gelişte ağırdan alır diye geçiriyordum içimden ki sikinin ucunu hızlıca dayadı tam deliğime oturmamıştı ve o dayama bile birazcık benim geri çekilmeme sebep olmuştu. Kafamı çevirip ilk biraz yavaş girersen iyi olur canım deyiverdim tabi söz dinlermiydi bilemiyorum ama bi tuhaflık hissettmiştim. O sakso çekerkenki sertlik yoktu aletinde tabi bende de acemilik var normaldir diyerek üatünde düşünmeden tekrar uzandım ve erkeğimi beklemeye koyuldum. Kutay daha rahat bir pozisyon almaya çalışırken haydaaa noldu şimdi buna ya diye sitem etmeye söylenmeye başladı. Ne oldu diye dönüp baktım ve ne göreyim… Canavar usul usul geri çekiliyordu. Ne oldu şimdi ya diye sordum, bende bilmiyorum ki hiç böyle olmamıştı enerjimde var oysaki niye indi bu anlamadım diye oflamaya devam etti. Getir  kaldırayım dedim hemen yalamaya koyuldum. Bu arada inik yarak yalamasınıda ayrıca seviyorum işime geldi ama o ana kadar yeterince yaladım ve sex hikayeleri artık sikilmek istiyordum. Kaç dk yaladım 31 çektim uğraştım yarı ereksiyonda kaldı. Tüline seslendi gel bak sen bozdun bunu kaldırın beraber diyerek çağırdı. Tülinle beraber başladık yalamaya. Ben taşaklarının tamamını ağzıma alıp emiyordum, tülin başını vakumluyordu. Sonra ben başından alıp sokabildiğim kadar boğazıma sokmaya çalışıyordum tülin kalan kısımlarını yalıyordu. Bi hareketlenme başladı heh tamamdır yat canım demesiyle hemen yattım ama biz daha pozisyona geçerken tekrar inmeye başlamıştı. Böyle bir durumun olabileceğini ne onlar biliyordu ne ben biliyordum ne de başkalarından duymuştum. Söylene söylene 31 çekmeye başladı kutay evin içinde dolanıp duruyordu. Tülin ise istediğini zaten almış memnun duşa girmişti. Ben kaldım yatakta bi başıma =( kalkıp bi sigara yaktım kutayın kaldırmasını bekliyordum tabi bu da kutaya stres yapıyıor kalkmasını engelliyordu. Sigaram bitince kanepede kutayın yanına oturdum. En başından porno hikayeleri başlayayım fikriyle kucağına oturup öpüşmeye başladım. Biraz hareketleniyordu ama sertleşemiyordu. Ben iyice sabırsızlaşıp eğildim bi taraftan başını söümürürcesine emiyor yalıyor bi elimle taşakların avuçluyor bir elimle de 31 çektiriyordum. O halimi görseler 40 yıllık saksocu sanırlar beni =). Nitekim tam sertleşme olmasada ereksiyonunu sağladım hemen yat dedi kanepeye yüz üstü uzandım. Malesef ağır olmasını bekleyemezdim bu durumda çünkü tekrar inmasine fırsat vermeden içime girmeliydi. İlk bastırmada başarısız oldudoğrularak hızlı hızlı eliyle sertleştirmeye çalıştı bikaç saniye sonra tekrar dayadığında ben artık gözlerimi kapatıp bu sefer girecek diye beklerken deliğime dayamasıyla canım yanıyordu ama gözümü karartmıştım artık girsinde nasıl girsin diye gevşemeye acıyı kabullenmeye çalışıyordum lakin bastırmasına rağmen bir türlü sokamıyordu. Az bi ucu girse o kalıplı cüssesiyle ittire ittire gerisini hayvani şekilde sokabilirdi. seks hikayeleri Lakin daha öncede söylediğim gibi 1 senedir hiç bir şey girmemiş bakire edalı deliğime hem kalın hemde sertleşmemiş bir sikin girmesi mümkün değildi… Kutay doğrulup kendi halinden daha çok sürpriz olmuş yüz ifadesi ile sen çok darmışsın yahu diye bi kaç kez şaşkın şaşkın tekrarlamıştı. Tabi bu halde zar zor kaldırdığımız alet yine inmişti. Kutay yine başladı kaldırma çalışmalarına ama ben ümidimi kesmiştim bir dakika kadar beni bıraktığı şekilde yattıktan sonra oturup sigara içmeye başladım. Kutay hem üzgün hemde biraz hırs yapmış olacak ki tüline tekrar sakso çektirmeye başladı ama nafileydi olmuyordu bir türlü=(Beş dakika tülinin uğraşı da işe yaramadı. Ve Kutay yanıma gelip dudaklarıma bir öpücük kondurarak peşpeşe özür diliyordu. Yapacak birşey olmadığını artık sonraki buluşmada sikersin hemde ilk beni sikersin acısını bi güzel çıkarırız diyerek teselli verdim. Duşlarımızı alıp giyinip çıktık. Aracıyla beni beylikdüzü mtrobüse bırakana kadar özür dilemeye devam etti. Ayrıldık ama ne onlar aradı ne de ben. Bikaç hafta sonra mesaj attım ama beklediğim cevabı alamadım. O yarağı özlüyorum ama sikilmek için biraz şanssız olduğuma kara verdim artık. Belki şansım döner birgün…

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Dear Reader: This story was an attempt to try and create an erotic mystery with a forced feminization backdrop. I was trying to create intrigue and develop characters that were interesting. Not having the effect I was expecting and I did have to edit down Ch. 4 to get it publish because of content. If you like this to continue please let me know.

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Chapter Five

“The Charade Begins”

“No, I can’t do this,” Mrs. Wilson cried as she was standing with Sarah just outside the mall doors.

“Mrs. Wilson, please, you have to do it. We have talked this through many time. It’s not going away. Now come with me and I will help you register,” Sarah said leading the crying woman inside.

Mrs. Wilson was crushed. Her husband had been a very influential in the community and this would have never happened while he was alive, at least she believed that. In truth Mrs. Wilson was a very confident woman who could be rather rude at times, but today she was very emotional and couldn’t understand why she had to do this.

An attractive woman in her mid forties she wore a pink dress with a black buttons and a belt and black 4″ high heel shoes. Her nails were immaculate and polished red, and not a curl out of place on her sophisticated platinum coifed hair. Not the kind of woman you normally see here.

“This is Mrs. Wilson and she needs to sign in please,” Sarah said holding her trying to comfort her.

“I need to see some identification,” the uniformed woman said looking at the grieving socialite with no emotion.

“I don’t want to do this,” the woman cried as she pulled the ID from her purse and showed it to the officer.

The paper work was filled out and Mrs. Wilson signed the papers through her tears.

“Please turn around ma’am and put your hands behind your back,” the uniformed woman said. She then handcuffed Mrs. Wilson’s hands behind her back and led her through a door to the prep area.

“Don’t do this to me,” she whined as she was taken further back into the prep room.

Sarah could do nothing at this point to help Mrs. Wilson. Seldom did she have clients have such emotional break downs, but it was an extremely humiliating process she was about to experience. Sarah waited for half an hour, the a door opened and all the subjects that had reported there today for their state ordered penance. They walked in a line chained together all wearing orange jump suits. There was some tears in the eyes of some, but the woman with the big platinum hairdo was taken up first and she squealed as she was put in place.

Sarah walked forcefully toward the exit of the mall, her high heels pounding the concrete floor. She called Clarence on her cell phone as she walked by all the men and women in orange jump suits with their heads and hands locked in individual pillory’s. They each stood on small platforms that were 5′ off the ground and 25′ apart. A leather chin strap was used to hold the head up of the one paying penance so they couldn’t hide their faces from the public as well as a large sign with their name. They all stood in a uniform straight line the length of the main corridor and awaited the shoppers and gawkers that would soon provide the public humiliation they were sentenced to.

At least they were in the middle of the main corridor and it was in such a way that the general public couldn’t actually get too close.

The last person she passed was the grieving Mrs. Wilson, “I want to get down,” the socialite cried to no one there.

“Oh my god,” Sarah said to herself, “She is going to make herself a spectacle and a laughing stock if she doesn’t stop that.”

“Hello,” Clarence said.

“This just makes me sick. It’s absolutely ridiculous, it’s not justice at all,” Sarah said her heels clicking quickly as she hurried to leave.

“You must still be at the mall,” he said recognizing the disgust that she always expressed when seeing this mass public humiliation on display.

“Yes, the pillories are all full and the stores are ready to open for business and they are opening the mall to the general public now. Did you find out anything on the Ferguson case?”

“Some interesting tidbits. Alone they don’t seem to mean much, but it seems there are a lot of coincidental things going on out here.”

“Fine. Not over the phone. Meet me at the office, I need to stop and see Lynn Ferguson first. The EQG still hasn’t come forth with any information on Dexter’s where abouts so I need to reassure her. I’ll call you when I’m headed to the office,”

“I’ll see what else I can find,” Clarence said hanging up the phone.

Sarah entered the parking garage and got her keys from her purse. Just as she was unlocking the door a man seized her from behind tightly covering her mouth with one hand forcing his other hand into her blouse and into the cup of her bra. The man squeezed her breast several times as she fought back. After only moments the man held her firmly and whispered in her ear.

“Sorry to make it look like this, but we are being watched,” the man said softly with a rough voice.

He then released her and xhamster porno disappeared quickly into the shadows.

Sarah was breathing hard trying to regain her composure as she quickly unlocked the car door. She looked about to see if there was anyone that might have seen what had just happened. There was on one. Then she got inside the car and locked it.

Sarah dialed the phone.

“OMG Clarence I was just attacked by a man. He molested me,” she said to Clarence trying to calm her shaking hands.

“Are you ok? Have you called the authorities?”

“Not yet, I’m trying to settle down and get the story together. OMG Clarence, it was so…”

Sarah had been adjusting her groped breast back into it’s bra cup properly when she was startled by something. There was something in the bra.

“Sarah are you all right?” Clarence called out at the sudden silence.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she said sounding almost dismissive and preoccupied.

It was a small business card. One of her own business cards and on the back there was something written.

“I’ll call you back Clarence,” she said hanging up on him before he could reply.

Still trying to settle her rattled nerves, she tried to rationalize what just happened.

“That man put this in my bra,” she pondered now remembering his whisper of what now seemed to be an apology before saying they were being watched.

She looked at the words written on the card again. It was in Latin.

“OMG,” she said out loud recognizing the phrase and it’s meaning.

” Is this about Dexter? If so it appears Dexter is just a pawn in a dangerous chess game,” she thought.

She composed herself as much as possible and reflected for a moment in disbelief but all the little pieces she had scrapped together in the Ferguson case began to make the outrageous thought she was having somehow plausible.

Sarah immediately started the car and headed to see Lynn.

She put the card back in her bra cup for safe keeping.

As she drove the Latin phrase on the card kept playing over and over in her head.

“Jus primae noctis”

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“Aaron honey,” Lynn said before he left the house to join his friends.

“Your brother is going to need all the support he can get, especially from you.” Lynn gave him a slight smile.

“What do you want me to do mom? Curl his hair for him?” he asked in a sarcastic way.

“That would be nice. I can teach you how to curl his hair if you like,” she said and then smiled.

“No thanks mom. I’m good.”

“Aaron would you consider wearing a dress in the house sometimes just as a show of support for your brothers transition?” she asked gently.

“No,” Aaron said just looking at her.

“Do it for me? Nobody would ever know you wore dresses a home for your brother accept your sister and I. It would be a kind gesture of support Aaron.”

“No.”

“Aaron I will expect you to show respect for Dexter’s decision to become a woman,” she said.

“That’s fine. I will do my best to support him, but mom it’s Dexter that wants to be a girl not me, and I shouldn’t have to play dress up with him just to make him feel better about his decision. I will accept him as a girl if that’s what he wants. Why don’t you ask Michelle to play dress up with him,” he said looking at her for an answer.

“Yeah well, be home at a reasonable time.”

She hated when Aaron would out reason her. He may be the youngest, but he was the intellectual in the family.

An hour later Lynn was stunned when Dexter walked in the house. He looked tired and haggered.

“Oh Dexter, I’ve been so worried. Are you all right,” Lynn said hugging him in a strong embrace.

“Yeah,” he said softly.

“Did they harm you,” she asked as she dialed the phone to let Sarah know he was home.

“They shaved me,” he said lowering his eyes. “Down here,” he said pointing to his groin area.

“What?” Lynn said hanging up the phone before Sarah answered.

“They had a doctor looking at me. My legs were in those baby delivery things,” he said without much emotion.

“Stirrups? They had you in stirrups,” Lynn said sounding outraged.

“This woman kept talking with me while I was being examined. She wondered why I didn’t want to slowly transition over a six month period. They drew lines on me. She said they would have gone ahead and done the procedure of removing my penis for me right then, but I had not been examined yet, to see what they needed to do.”

“Oh Dexter,” she said holding him close.

“But she said now I have been examined and they can proceed whenever I’m ready. They’re going to do this aren’t they mom,” he said softly sounding resigned to the fact. “I asked them to please wait and let me come home so I could do this with my family.”

Lynn re dialed Sarah’s number.

“He’s here Sarah, they let him come home.”

“I’m almost there. Try and settle him down. You and I need to talk privately. See you in a few minutes.”

Dexter went yaşlı porno into his room and stripped all his clothes off and pulled back the covers on the bed. He was exhausted and in a stunned state of confusion. Before getting in bed he turned and looked in the mirror moving his penis to one side to see the lines that were drawn where the incisions would be made when his testicles and penis were removed.

There was an odd calm about him as he climbed into bed. He called his girlfriend Angela on the phone. What would he say? How do you tell someone about something like this. All he knew was he needed to hear her voice right now.

…

“Grant the boy an audience next week. Refer to him in a feminine manner and make it clear that I am expecting a young lady to arrive not a boy. Our records will show he is female already.” the calm female voice spoke.

“Yes ma’am. Could that be due to a clerical error?” another woman asked.

“Yes, for now. Start the paperwork behind the scenes. When he starts filing paperwork he will be much further along this way.”

“Ma’am what about a womb transplant? Should we search for a donor. We now have all the information we need to find a compatible donor.”

“Absolutely! I want him to have it all. Why shouldn’t he.”

“The attorney Sarah Greer has requested and audience tomorrow for issues dealing with some current practices she feels…”

“Yes, yes, I know the routine. Grant her an audience. Let her know it is formal Ball Gown attire only.”

There was a suppressed snicker in the room.

The Man Who Would be Queen Ch 6

“The Man Who Would Be Queen”

Chapter Six

“Secrets”

Sarah arrived at the Ferguson house. She was trying to control her thoughts but her mind was racing too fast. Too much information too quickly.

She slipped her purse over her shoulder and walked to the door. She was sharply dressed today wearing her black slacks and matching blazer with a ruffled white blouse. Her shoes were orange, 3″ high heels with gold buckles on the toes, that matched the color of her purse. She never wore a dress to the public shopping mall punishments. She didn’t really have a reason other than it didn’t feel right to her. Made her feel somehow vulnerable.

“Please come in Sarah,” Lynn said opening the door.

“Is he still here?” Sarah asked looking about.

“Yes, he’s in his room. He was exhausted. Doesn’t look like he has slept in days. He said they had him on a table and shaved his pubic area like they were prepping him for the sex change surgery. The doctor even drew lines on him. They said they couldn’t do the surgery today but would have if all the prep work had been in place. They needed more prep information.”

“So they let him go for now,” Sarah said looking at her as if she recognized their intent.

“Yes.”

“They are really wanting him to do this on his own,” Sarah said as she walked to the dining room.

“Let me speak to him privately for a moment.” Sarah said walking to the bedroom.

Sarah was in the room with Dexter for half an hour. Lynn listened carefully trying to hear what was being said, but she only could pick up bits and pieces. Finally Sarah came out and closed the door. They went back to the dining room.

“I truly believe they were bluffing Lynn.”

“You really think so?” Lynn said not so sure of Sarah’s quick response.

“It was just a scare tactic, and well done I might add. This is what we are going to do to you for real next time we pick you up if you don’t do it yourself over the next six months. There appears to be something important to this public perception they wish to achieve but I don’t know what it is yet.”

“So you really think it was just a bluff?” Lynn said seemingly more relieved.

“Yes, I do, at least this time it was a bluff.”

“Did you tell him that?”

“No I didn’t”

“I’ll let him know. I’m sure he will be relieved to know that,” Lynn said taking a step toward the bedroom.

“Just hold on a minute Lynn,” Sara said reaching out and catching Lynn’s arm as she was going by, “Maybe we should leave things as they are for now.”

“What? But he thinks they are…”

“Let him think it’s for real. At this point it is buying him six months. They will do the sex change sooner if he doesn’t do it the way they want. At least now he will hopefully be more cooperative and allow us some time to find out more about why the queen secretly wants this done,” Sarah said pulling her gently back to her chair.

“So what do we do next,” Lynn asked quietly.

“I have requested an audience with the queen for myself for tomorrow and one for Dexter next week. I am waiting for an answer, but hopefully some information will reveal itself while I’m there.”

“Ok,” she said.

“We need to talk Lynn. Are the other kids around?”

“No, they are both out for the day.”

“A man snuck up on me today in the parking garage when I was at the mall. He grabbed me and held his hand over my mouth. He put his other hand inside my bra and groped my aldatma porno breast while I was struggling with him.”

“Oh my god Sarah! That’s horrible.”

“It was very unnerving, but he said something very strange that I didn’t understand at the moment he said it.”

“What was that?” Lynn looked puzzled.

“He said, Sorry, We are being watched. Then he ran away quickly. I didn’t see anyone around. When I got back in my car I was shaking and adjusting my bra from his attack and found he had left this in my bra cup.”

Sarah looked Lynn in the eye as she reached in her bra and pulled out the business card. Sarah threw it on the table in front of her.

“I think he did what he did to get me this message. I think it pertains to you Lynn. It’s just a hunch.”

Lynn looked at the card. She saw the words in Latin written on the back. She looked at Sarah.

“I can’t read this. What does it mean?”

“It’s Latin. Jus primae noctis, Right of the first night.” Sarah stared at Lynn for a moment who still seemed to be confused.

“It’s an ancient custom Lynn, or should I say it’s a myth. It is not even known to have ever been used, but the local lord or a member of the royal family was said to have the rights to a woman’s first night of her marriage if he so desired. These so called men felt they had the right if they so desired, of taking a woman’s virginity themselves on her wedding night.”

Lynn’s eyes lowered and she put her hands together on the table. She was teary eyed.

“I was curious as to how you could afford such a nice house and support three children on just the pension of your deceased husband. All this has a lot to do with you doesn’t it Lynn,” Sarah said looking deeper into Lynn’s eyes now.

“I have always done what was required of me to protect the children.”

“And you have done a wonderful job. Your husband Darrell, he was not Dexter’s father though was he.” Sarah said almost certain of herself.

“No,” Lynn said softly now in tears.

“Is he the father of your other children?”

“Yes,” she said nodding her head as she answered.

“Lynn. Are you Dexter’s real mother?”

Lynn looked a little surprised by the question.

“Yes, I am his mother.”

“I’m just getting all the facts straight. Lynn, look at me honey. Were you taken away on your wedding night?” she asked.

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Those arrogant bastards,” Sarah hissed, then quickly softened her tone. “It’s ok honey,” Sarah said softly holding her hands now from across the table.

“Was it one of the local government people?’ she asked.

“No,”

“Was it a member of the royal family then?”

“Yes,” she said crying harder now.

“Do you know which one it was? Was it that young Duke of Paxton at the time? He is a horrible man.”

Lynn shook her head no. She looked Sarah in the eye.

“Please, you can’t tell anyone Sarah. Not a soul, especially Dexter. It is too dangerous,” she said sobbing, “It was the king.”

“WHAT!!” Sarah yelled out in an uncontrolled reaction.

“I would have kept the secret to my grave, but I don’t know why the Queen is doing this to Dexter. Why is she insisting he have a sex change. I don’t understand. I was the one violated. I did my part. I need your help,” she said crying.

Sarah stood straight up. She didn’t know what to say. Dexter was the kings son? “Why aren’t you both dead?” was the obvious question that came to her mind first, but such questions could wait.

“Excuse me for a moment please,” Sarah said stunned almost speechless trying to regain some of her composure as she stepped outside to call Clarence.

Sarah took a couple of deep breaths and regained her composure. She then called Clarence.

“Are you back at the office yet.”

“Yeah, just walked in.”

“I am headed your way. Don’t leave there till I’ve arrive.”

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An hour after Sarah left Angela showed up at the door.

“Hi Mrs. Ferguson. Dexter called me and seemed very upset. Is everything ok?” she said looking at Lynn’s red eyes.

“He’s in his room in bed Angela. Go on in.”

Angela now knew something was up. Dexter’s mom never would have let them be alone in the bedroom in her house. Angela slowly went in and closed the door not knowing what to expect.

“He can tell her if he wishes. It is only right that he has that option,” Lynn thought to herself knowing it would be another person that would be party to what was happening. Angela was his girlfriend. Lynn knew they were probably much closer than she would have liked anyway, but this decree changed Lynn’s outlook on things.

“I can’t stand in the way of him being a man for this girl, especially now. Even if it may be just a short while,” she said to herself walking away from the room.

“The Man Who Would Be Queen”

Chapter 7

“On the Eve of the Beginning”

Olivia paced the floor nervously in his red 5″ spike high heels. His husband and his girlfriend were coming to visit him today and this always made him very uneasy.

Olivia had not seen his husband in several months. He both hated and feared the most sadistic and unkind human he had ever met, then forced to marry, and he hated the girlfriend even more. She relished the idea that she had some kind of real power being the Duke’s bimbo.

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“Holy shit,” Kara yelled. “Are you reading this?”

Jo looked at the poster that was the object of Kara’s attention. “Yeah. That sounds awesome!”

The girls, walking home from a day of college classes, had been distracted by the small poster for an adult themed haunted house that was being run by one of the college fraternities as a fund-raiser for a local charity.

“We have to go to this!”

“Go,” replied Kara. “Hell, let’s participate!”

Jo looked at her roommate in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“It says right here. They’re looking for people to create scenes for the haunted house. And there is a prize for the best scene. I think we should do it!”

“Are you crazy?” asked Jo. “How are we going to put together a whole scene for a haunted house?” She turned and continued to head home.

Kara just laughed as she followed her roommate. “You forget too easily. Remember stupid, my boyfriend works in the theatre department scene shop. Anything we need help with, I’m sure he’ll be able and willing.”

“Like I said, you’re crazy! Let’s talk about this later tonight, ok?”

“That’s fine. Oh, by the way, Josh is coming over in a few minutes. I figured we could do a bit of relaxing with a nice bottle or two of wine.”

Jo smiled at the thought. It had been a long week of classes, and despite the fact that she was the third wheel when Josh visited, the three of them got along famously, and she looked forward to the evening.

Just as the two girls reached their house, they saw Josh walking towards them from the other direction.

Kara beamed as she saw her boyfriend approaching. “Perfect timing, sweetie!”

“Thanks,” Josh replied. “What’s up girls?”

“Jo and I are going to enter a scene in an erotic haunted house and win a prize!”

“We are? I thought we were going to talk about this first,” asked Jo.

“We’re talking about it now. And with Josh here, I’m sure we can come up with something awesome!” Kara headed inside the house.

Josh watched his sexy girlfriend disappear through the front door before turning to Jo. “What crazy idea is she talking about now?”

Jo just smiled. “We saw this poster for an adult themed haunted house. They’re running a contest for people who want to create a scene for it, and there’s some sort of prize.”

“Sounds like that could be fun. What do you think?”

“I’m thinking that it could be fun.”

“I heard that!” Kara appeared on the porch holding three glasses of wine. “Sounds like we’re gonna be in the haunted house!”

“Hey! Let’s make sure there is still room for us,” replied Jo. “Maybe we should call before we get all worked up.” She took a big gulp of wine, already feeling its calming effects on her body.

“Ok, ok! I remember the phone number. Just give me a second.” With the grace that only a theatre major could muster, Kara managed to drink wine while dialing on her cell phone. Moments later, she had the phone to her ear. “Hello…Yes, we’re interested in participating in the haunted house…ok…..ok….and the theme is mystical worlds….yup, I got it…sure….we could do something like that…thanks! Bye!”

“What did they say?”

Kara took another sip of her wine. “First of all, the good news first. They still have openings available and better yet, the winner gets one hundred dollars!”

“That’s sweet,” Josh whistled.

“Ok, now I’m definitely interested,” added Jo. “But, you act like there is bad news.”

“Not bad news, but there are a few restrictions on what we can do for our scene.”

“Like what,” asked Jo.

“First of all, we can’t do any full nudity. Anything below the belt has to be covered.”

“Too bad!” laughed Josh.

Kara smacked him as she continued. “Also, they don’t want any scenes repeated, so they have a list of available scenarios to choose.”

“That’s ok. What’s on the list?” asked Jo.

“That’s the problem,” added Kara. “All that’s left is the dungeon scene or the execution scene.”

Jo frowned. “Either one sounds kinda lame. But, I guess I’d take the execution scene over the dungeon.”

“Too bad,” chuckled Josh. “I’d love to see the two of you locked up in the dungeon, with me having the keys.”

Kara looked at her boyfriend. “You are one kinky bastard, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he relplied. “But, you love it!”

“You’re right,” Kara smiled at Josh.

“Hey you two. Get a room!” Jo was trying to think what they’d do for the haunted house. “Kara, what did you tell them on the phone?”

Kara looked back to her roommate. “Good thing you picked the execution scene, because I told them that’s the one we’d do for the haunted house.”

“Cool! What do you guys want to do?” Josh was looking forward to hearing all the details.

“See, I knew he’d help us,” chuckled Kara. “Ok, let’s brainstorm here. What kinds of executions could we do?”

Josh thought for a moment before replying. “How about the guillotine? It would be easy to build, it’s got all the drama of waiting for the blade to fall, and we could do a realistic scene without having to actually kill anyone!”

“Go porno indir on,” Kara nodded at him.

“So, we set up the killing and right as the blade falls, we hear a scream and all the lights go out. As we say in theatre, less is more.”

“That sounds great!” said Jo. “I can live with a guillotine!”

“Works for me,” added Kara. “But we should have a story to go with it.”

“This is why I hate being a theatre major,” smiled Jo. “We always have to justify everything! But, I agree.”

“Guys, just do the wench that has broken the law thing. A low cut bodice, it’ll be great!”

“That is so cliché,” said Kara. “And anyway, the theme is mystical worlds. You know, unicorns and centaurs and shit like that.”

“So what if it was a mermaid being killed?” asked Jo. “You know…in the darkest of times, bla, bla, bla…people believed that their town was cursed by a mythical mermaid of the sea who brought plague and death to their fishing town. When they finally caught the mermaid, the punishment was death.”

“We could set it up like a short story. With the right lighting and sound effects this could be really cool,” Josh added. “And the mermaid idea is perfect. Erotic, but no full nudity. I love it!”

Kara grinned at her roommate. “Jo, you’re a genius. We’re going to win that prize for sure!”

“And that calls for a celebration!” Josh headed for the house with his now empty wine glass. “Anyone for more wine?”

The girls responded with a chorus of cheers as Josh returned with the bottle. After everyone had their glasses topped off, Josh turned to leave.

“Hey sexy, where are you going?” asked Kara. “We’re just getting started.”

“I know sweetie, but I have some great ideas for the guillotine that I want to sketch out before I forget.” With that, Josh headed inside.

“Men. They are so easily distracted,” smiled Kara.

“At least you have one.”

“You worry too much, girl. You’ll find the right guy soon enough.”

Jo smiled. “Yeah, you’re right. But I certainly could use a little bit of action every once in a while!”

Kara smiled at her friend. “I know what you’re talking about. But, enough about our personal problems. How are we going to make a mermaid?”

“Good question. Any ideas?”

Kara thought for a moment before answering. “At the moment, I’m drawing a blank. But, when one draws a blank, what does one do?”

“Search the internet!” Jo giggled.

Soon the girls were searching every site they could find on making someone into a mermaid. After an hour of fruitless surfing and another few glasses of wine the girls were well on their way to being too drunk to care that they hadn’t found anything.

“I can’t believe we didn’t find anything,” sighed Jo. “I thought you could find anything on the net.”

“Everything that you’re not looking for,” added Kara.

Jo looked back at the screen displaying lists of search results. “Wait a second. We didn’t try this one did we?”

“Nah, but it’s probably just some crazy pay site.” Kara turned from the computer and looked at her almost empty wine glass before heading from the room. “Guess it’s time for a refill!”

Jo clicked on the listing, and watched as the screen loaded. Instantly, she felt a flush of excitement rush through her body as she took in the image that was vividly displayed. On the screen was a petite girl who had been transformed into a mermaid. The girl’s long red hair cascaded over her shoulders framing her beautiful face and caressing her aroused nipples. Jo’s eyes drank in the image, letting her gaze fall down below the girl’s firm breasts to her flat stomach. Just below her stomach, the girl’s body was tightly and smoothly wrapped in shiny, silver duct tape. Her legs were seamlessly joined together, and instead of her feet, there was a large rigid tail, also covered in the shiny tape. Jo could see the look of excitement and desperation in the girl’s eyes as she pondered her fate, and Jo could also feel the wetness building between her legs as she imagined herself in the girl’s situation.

“What did you find?”

Jo quickly tried to close the window displaying the mermaid girl before Kara could notice, minimizing the picture and hoping that Kara didn’t see.

“Nothing really. You were right, just some pay site.”

Kara smiled. “Really? Let’s see.” She reached around Jo and maximized the screen, displaying the mermaid girl once again. “Wow! That looks awesome!”

Jo didn’t respond, instead concentrating on the sensations coursing through her body.

Kara looked at her roommate. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jo replied. “Just a little light headed from the wine!”

“Whatever you say,” Kara paused a moment before continuing. “That sure is one hell of a picture, huh? At least we know how we can create our mermaid now. And with a little bit of paint to cover the tape, our scene should look pretty good.”

Jo was trying to concentrate on Kara’s talking. “Yeah, that should look real good.”

“Holy shit. This picture is turning you on!” Kara smiled. “I guess there won’t be a competition rokettube over who gets to be the mermaid, huh?”

The thought of actually being the mermaid for the haunted house brought Jo out of her trance. “What? I don’t think I could expose myself like that!”

“Why not? I’m sure Josh will make sure the lights are dark enough that no one will recognize you. And anyway, you seem to be enjoying the thought of it right now.”

Jo knew she was right. She could feel the dampness growing in her aroused pussy, and she knew without looking that her nipples were drilling holes in her tight sports bra and t-shirt. “Ok, you’re right. But I’m gonna be so nervous.”

“Don’t worry Jo. Josh and I will make sure you have nothing to worry about.”

—–

The week before the haunted house had Josh and Kara getting everything ready while Jo spent most of her time daydreaming about how it would feel to be the mermaid girl in the picture. The day of the haunted house, the three friends gathered to go over the game plan for the rest of the day.

“So, I’ll be at the location loading in the guillotine, and you girls can deal with the costume and makeup here.”

“That should work,” added Kara. “Just make sure you come back with your truck to get us for the haunted house!”

“Yeah. It’s not like I’ll be able to walk there myself!” Jo chuckled.

“I’ll be here to get you, I promise. Now is there anything we’re forgetting?”

“I don’t think so. You have set built and it’s been tested right?”

Josh smiled. “I’ve tested that thing so many times, it’s foolproof. You have the supplies for the mermaid costume?”

“Oh yeah. I hope we got enough duct tape.” Kara laughed, remembering the debate they had at the hardware store about how much tape they would need. In the end, half a dozen rolls of tape came home with them that day.

“And last but not least,” added Josh, “are you ready Jo?”

Jo blushed as she answered. “I think so. All I have to do is act like a mermaid that is gonna be decapitated, right?”

“That’s the gist of things,” replied Kara. “Obviously we’ll have to do your costume last, since once you’re in it won’t be easy to get you out.”

“That’s what I’m worried about. You’ll take care of me, right?”

“Don’t worry, girl. We’ll always be right there.”

Josh looked at his watch. “Shit! I’d better get going if I want to finish everything in time. You girls have fun today. I’ll pick you up about an hour before the haunted house is supposed to open.” Josh ran out the door leaving Kara and Jo to prepare for the haunted house.

Kara looked at her friend. “Are you nervous?”

Jo smiled. “Not really. I know you guys will take care of me. I just hope I’m not too bored with nothing to do all night.”

“I think we can think of something to help you out with that,” replied Kara. “Now, maybe you want to think about visiting the restroom before we start getting you ready. After all, once you’re in, you’re not getting out for a while.”

“I know! I hope its fun,” Jo said.

“If you react to it the way you reacted to that picture online, I think you’ll have the time of your life. Now go pee, we don’t have all day!” Kara laughed as her roommate practically skipped to the bathroom. With Jo gone, she began getting everything ready to transform her roommate into a mermaid.

Soon, Jo was back. “Ok, here I am. Let’s do this!”

“You ready?” asked Kara. “Once I start, we have to finish.”

“Let’s do this,” answered Jo. “What time is Josh coming back for us?”

“6:00, I think.”

“Then let’s go. That only leaves us five hours to get me ready.”

Kara looked at her watch. “You got it. How do we start?”

“Well, I didn’t find too much on the internet about it, but I guess we just tape me up.” Jo bit her lip, thinking about how that would feel. Her breath quickened as the anticipation of the evening began to arouse her.

“Well, if I’m gonna turn you into a mermaid, I need a canvas to work with. Lose the jeans girl.”

“What?” Jo caught her breath.

“You heard me. We don’t have all day.” Kara patiently waited for her friend to undress. She had to admit, Jo had more guts than she would have if she was in the same situation. Kara knew she’d never be able to go through with something like this. She admired her friend’s beautiful long legs, almost wishing they wouldn’t have to be hidden all night.

Nervously Jo unbuttoned her jeans and let them slowly slide to the floor. As she stepped out of the garment, now lying bunched at her feet, she could feel her arousal start to build even more. As she unconsciously brought her hands in front of her, she could feel a small wet spot growing through her cotton panties. She knew the situation would only get worse, and Jo hoped her friend wouldn’t see her building excitement.

“So far so good,” encouraged Kara. “Now let’s lose the panties.”

Jo froze. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Not for one second,” replied Kara. “I looked at that picture that you found online too, and there was no way there were any panties under that tape. If seks filmi we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it right.”

Jo looked at Kara with desperation. “Please, do I have to?”

“Yes, you have to. And hurry up, we don’t have all day.”

Kara watched with fascination as Jo came to grips with her situation. Slowly, Jo slid one finger underneath each side of her thong. Inch by inch she pulled the thin material down, exposing her shaved pussy, before letting the panties fall from her fingers.

Kara whistled her appreciation. “I didn’t know you shaved down there!”

“This was the first time,” admitted Jo. “I was afraid the tape would stick to the hair.”

“So you wanted to take your panties off! I knew it!”

Jo started blushing furiously. Was it so obvious to her roommate that this was turning her on beyond her wildest dreams?

Kara stared at Jo for a moment before continuing. “Jo, do you trust me?”

“Sure. Why?”

“Because if you do, I have a surprise for you that I think will really make your evening as a mermaid very enjoyable. But you have to trust me and go with the flow of things.”

“I said I trust you. What’s the surprise?”

“I can’t tell you. Hold your hands out to the side, widen your stance, and close your eyes. I’ll be right back.” Kara disappeared into her bedroom, leaving a confused Jo.

“Are your eyes closed?” called Kara.

Reluctantly Jo closed her eyes before answering. “Yeah.”

“Ok, here I come. Now don’t move.”

Jo could hear Kara moving around her, but she couldn’t tell what was happening. Suddenly, without warning, the cool tip of a smooth object brushed across Jo’s clit. Moments later that same object was gently slid into Jo’s wet and willing pussy. Her knees almost buckled as the intruder was pushed home, filling Jo completely.

“Can I open my eyes now?” gasped Jo. “What was that?”

“It’s your surprise,” smiled Kara. “I saw how excited you got about the picture, so I took a chance and got you a little toy to keep you occupied tonight.”

Jo’s body was in overdrive. The combination of the anticipation of being taped up like a mermaid along with the object lodged in her pussy was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her aroused body. And the evening was only beginning. Jo worked to control her breathing as her body became accustomed to the new sensation.

“It’s a remote control vibe and clit stimulator,” explained Kara. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it,” moaned Jo.

“Then let’s turn you into a mermaid, before you change your mind.”

Kara picked up a roll of duct tape and admired her roommate before beginning. “Let’s see. I guess we’d better make sure your new toy stays in place.” Kara took a strip of tape and firmly pressed it against Jo’s skin, just above her pussy. She then pulled the tape firmly between Jo’s legs, and up between her ass cheeks, securely lodging the vibe inside of Jo.

“How does that feel?”

Jo just moaned. “I don’t think I can take too much more of this.”

“Don’t worry,” explained Kara. “In a few minutes it will get a bit less stimulating.”

Kara then began to wrap Jo’s most sensitive area with strip after strip of tape. Soon, Jo looked like she was wearing a pair of extreme low-rider boy shorts.

“Ok, mermaid, legs together.”

Jo gently brought her legs closed, forcing the layers of tape to press the vibe even deeper into her wet pussy. With a moan, Jo nodded at Kara to continue.

With the skill of a professional duct taper, Kara proceeded to wrap Jo’s legs together into a single, smooth unit. As she reached her ankles, Kara again looked to Jo. “You doing ok? I can only imagine what this feels like.”

“I’m hanging in there. You were right, though. This part isn’t nearly as stimulating as the first part.”

“Then let’s have you sit down. It’s time to add your fin.”

Kara helped Jo hop over to the bed. As Jo fell onto her back, she could feel the vibe shift again, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Jo watched with fascination as Kara produced a large mermaid fin and temporarily taped it in place over Jo’s feet.

“Ok, mermaid, point your toes as hard as you can.”

Jo did as she was told, and watched as the fin lowered until it was almost parallel with the bed. She could feel Kara adding pieces of tape, securing fastening the fin to her feet and ankles. More and more pieces of tape were added and Jo’s feet disappeared under layer after layer of tape. Jo experimentally tried to flex her feet, only to discover the tape held her toes in a permanent pointed position. Knowing that she would be unable to stand until Kara released her sent another wave of pleasure through her body. Jo could feel her nipples harden as the realization of her current situation settled in.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Kara admired her handiwork. “Almost like you’re a real mermaid!”

Jo didn’t answer. Instead she explored the limitations of her legs bound in the tape along with the fin that had replaced her feet.

As Jo discovered just how little she could move, Kara approached with more tape. “Sorry dear, but I need to fix a few rough spots. One or two more layers should do it.” Jo could only lie on the bed and watch with rapt attention as Kara began running strips of tape from the end of the tail up the length of Jo’s encased legs. Soon Kara was finished, leaving Jo to admire her new tail.

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This is a short stroke-story based on characters in a series called “Amazing Grace”. It is not necessary to read the other series in order to follow this story, but if you want more background on the characters, you’ll have to look there.

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Ethan’s Grace – The Flogging

I stared down at the flawless, creamy skin of her naked backside. Not a mark in sight, it was the most perfect canvas.

She’s trembling.

I like it when she’s scared. I know it’s not so much to cause any real concern. It gives me something to work with. And I have to admit that her vulnerability gets me charged. It’s a tribute to how much she trusts me. Granted, she couldn’t move because I’d bound her to the spanking bench, but she allowed me to do it full-well knowing what I intended to do.

She belongs here.

I outstretched my hand and lightly caressed her skin to soothe her. The back of my weathered hand was at least three shades darker than her back. I wondered if my calluses felt rough against her skin. Did they remind her that I practice with a whip regularly? If I didn’t, they’d be smooth as silk since I spend most of my time typing at a computer.

My caressing was working. Her trembling subsided considerably.

I love to play this body. Work it up to a frenzy and bring it back down again. Up. Down. If I wanted, I could tease this cunt to the edge of orgasm and back again. But that would just distract me from what I really want to do.

I kept one hand still on the small of her back as I reached over to lift the flogger from the arm of the chair. I bought the chair from John the same time I took that spanking bench off his hands. He and Melissa needed to sell off most of their playroom. It was that, or pay to keep them in a storage unit while their house was on the market. They were sternly advised by their real estate agent to remove all evidence of their lifestyle. And with Melissa being pregnant, they thought it might be awhile before they had space to dedicate to a playroom again. So, I helped them out.

Yeah, that’s what it was. Purely altruistic; no thought toward your own enjoyment. Ha!

Running my fingers through the heavy tendrils of the custom elk flogger I held in my hand, I could practically smell Grace’s anticipation. I’d given her very little information about what to expect. If I’d told her that this was going to be a sensual flogging, she might be squirming about, getting aroused at just the thought of it. What would the fun be in that? No, I wanted her to think I might cause her physical pain. Submit to that idea. Accept that it’s my hand delivering all sensations to that body.

Fuck, this makes my dick hard.

I adjusted my dungeon pants for the third time since I strapped her down. The only reason I put them on was for effect.

Now they’re tight as fucking hell. If I get much harder, I’ll have to open the fly to keep from cutting my dick off.

I draped the mop of tendrils on her bare back and relished the shivers that ran through her from the cold leather. Her nervousness was already causing her skin to perspire, an early indication of a healthy endocrine system. I could still recall with perfect clarity the demonstration I got from my tattoo artist when I’d arrived in time to watch him finish the design he was needling between the shoulder blades of a twenty-something female. She was covered in sweat and goosebumps, the endorphin reaction to the pain; more active in women in men.

Someday I’ll watch this body react the same way. Maybe we’ll get there today.

I dragged the fingers of the flogger along her skin, allowing the full weight to caress her spine. It served tecavüz porno to warm the tendrils as much as it focused her attention where I wanted it. Lazy swipes up one side of her spine and down the other. Then from shoulder blade, diagonally to the opposite hip, across her buttocks and up the other diagonal. I weaved one design after another, changing direction, changing pattern, but always at a slow, controlled speed. I had all the time in the world. The longer I performed this ritual, the more confidence she would have in my control.

It was crucial that she believed in my sense of self-control. I couldn’t expect for her to allow me to control her unless I could demonstrate that I could control myself. And given my past, it would be difficult for anyone to trust my self control. Addiction is the calling card for compulsion. But Grace wasn’t just anyone. She had faith. In me.

She’s so much braver than anyone I’ve ever met.

I turned my wrist slowly over her buttocks so the strands slid down her inner thighs only a few at a time. Glistening wetness along her slit caught my eye as I was about to move to the other side. I gripped the handle of the flogger tighter so she wouldn’t be able to feel my hand shaking through the tendrils. It took a lot of willpower to keep from stopping what I was doing to take advantage of her slickness.

A sudden wave hit my nostrils; the scent of her unmistakable arousal penetrated my senses and about knocked me backward. I froze for a moment and held my breath. I tried not to imagine myself tearing open my pants and ripping her in two with my steel cock. It would be so easy to do.

Not yet. Wait. Breathe.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to suck much needed air into my oxygen-deprived lungs. For a few seconds I just concentrated on breathing. In. Out. Deep cleansing breaths. In. Out.

Better.

I was calm again by the time I opened my eyes. Controlled. I continued weaving a path across her back, buttocks, and thighs, lifting the flogger a little more with each pass until I was holding most of the weight of it and she could only feel the tips of the tendrils along her skin.

Gooseflesh began to form and I heard her make a noise for the first time. A heavy moan.

She’s ready.

Lifting the flogger and moving my wrist in a small circle, I brought the mop down onto the fleshiest part of her buttocks with a thud. I locked my gaze onto her body to catch any reaction. She was frozen in place. Tense.

I dragged the device over the spot I’d just mildly assaulted and observed her muscles release the tension they were holding.

Good girl.

I wanted to tell her out loud how proud I was of her, but I didn’t want her to focus on anything but the flogger. There’d be plenty of time afterward for praise.

I lifted the device for another swing and watched intently. I knew it didn’t hurt. The flogger was too heavy to sting. But this was her first flogging and she gets so easily startled. Her panicky brain could very easily convince her that she was being assaulted. I needed to take it slow until she relaxed more.

The second swing was better. She tensed for a moment but then relaxed on her own. I caressed her with the mop, anyway. I needed her to know that she was doing exactly what I wanted.

The following two strokes showed progressive improvement. Her breathing was normalizing, and she hardly tensed at all when the strands left her body the second before the strike.

I started a slow, steady rhythm of swings. Each one landing in a slightly different spot, but always adjacent to the previous blow. One heavy thud after the next with only a brief moment of silence between. I found myself falling into a hypnotic trance. Grace’s breathing turned so heavy at one point, I thought she might’ve üvey anne porno fallen asleep.

After covering most of her back and thighs, I decided it was time to zero in on her buttocks and increase the intensity to warming strokes. Ordinarily, I’d switch implements to do this to save my arm. But that would take us a step backward, as Grace would grow nervous again.

I’ll just deal with the soreness tomorrow. This is worth it.

I swung the flogger in a larger circle, using more of my bicep to force it around and onto her ass. The thud was only slightly louder but I could tell the force was significantly greater by the rippling of her skin as the impact traveled along the underlying tissue. Her breathing changed momentarily, then resumed the deeper rhythm. I repeated the same stroke. Again. Again. Again.

I lifted the flogger to gauge how warm the area was becoming. She was already a deep calamine pink.

Don’t you just love fair skin? It reddens so easily.

I resisted running my palm over the warmth. I knew if I did, I’d just chuck the flogger and get on with the fucking. I wasn’t ready for that. Instead, I moved to the other side and warmed it to the same deep pink.

With the entire area warmed, the real whipping could begin.

Spreading my stance to shoulder width and angling my body to hers, I checked the distance for a full swing. There wasn’t much science to flogging. So much simpler than wielding a 8-, 10-, or 12-foot single-tail whip. I had to remind myself, though, that I wasn’t sending energy down a 12-foot bullwhip to a popper at the end. My wrist needed to remain stable so the ends of the flogger didn’t snap her opposite thigh, causing a nasty sting and ugly red marks that looked too much like acne for my liking.

Summoning the full strength of my shoulder and back muscles, I round my arm and landed the heavy tendrils hard across the center of her ass.

She groaned and tightened her butt cheeks together for a few seconds.

God, how adorable.

Another round swing and a heavy thud on the same spot elicited a similar response. I paused to check her breathing. It was more shallow. She could feel the pain, I was sure of it. I’d instructed her to tell me when she thought she was getting close to her limit. So far, not a peep.

I checked my position for another swing. I had to consciously make myself do it. Sometimes when things seem so simple to me, I have a tendency to fuck them up. I couldn’t afford to fuck this up. Not if I wanted her to do this again. And that was something I not only wanted, but needed from her. It centered me in a way that nothing else could.

I caught the mild whirring sound of the tendrils as they moved through the air. They must’ve been fanned out more than usual. Grace grunted when they landed on her ass. She groaned. Her hands tightened to fists in their bindings.

“Ethan…”

I paused and listened. She didn’t want to admit she was nearing her limit so soon. I knew that part would be difficult for her. It seemed to be difficult for every sub. As if there were some leaderboard somewhere that showed the highest scoring subs at all times.

Subgirl87=500 crop swings HisSlut77=375 paddles DaddysGirl=75 swats of hard caning

How could you even judge such a thing?

“Two more, baby.”

Grace nodded and sniffled. The last swing must’ve brought tears to her eyes. I hated to admit that there was something about that that turned me on. One of the first real whippings I ever doled out involved a sub who was really into pain. She would wail, though. She’d bawl her eyes out at the same time she was begging you to fuck her. I think I became conditioned to get hard at the first sight of tears because of that.

I delivered another wicked swing, just as hard, if not harder üvey erkek kardeş porno than the previous one. I expected her to protest, but she didn’t. She took it like a champ, allowing the tears and snot to be the only evidence of her discomfort.

I had a difficult time gearing up for the last swing. My dick was once again painfully straining against the zipper of my pants in anticipation of finally getting what it wanted.

I managed to rotate my arm and deliver the final blow with almost as much intensity as the previous two.

I sucked in a deep breath and made myself meticulously smooth out the fingers and drape the flogger over the arm of the chair despite every bone in my body urging me to toss it. I’d seen a lot a Tops fuck things up at this point. They could contain their control throughout the flogging, but the minute it was over, they fell apart. I can totally see how that happens, because flogging in certain circumstances turns my dick to steel. And when that happens, self-control becomes shaky at best.

I unfastened my pants. The zipper fell by itself as my rigid dick nudged its way through the opening. I pushed the pants to my thighs and approached the bench until my bulbous purple head was seeking out her heat. She was even wetter than before. The moans I heard during the warmup must’ve been from arousal rather than from the soothing massage of the flogger.

God, she’s perfect.

It didn’t take much to slip past her slick folds. And then to glide home until my pelvis was resting against her beautiful reddened ass.

I placed both palms on her heated butt cheeks and she hissed in pain. This was where the real fun began for me. A simple squeeze would send a fresh wave of pain to her brain and a whole new endorphin release. Her body was covered in sweat and gooseflesh. Her blood was already rich with the neurotransmitter.

I took a couple of paltry thrusts to remind her that I was there. Her responsive cunt was usually johnny-on-the-spot with welcoming my cock. She was still focusing on the pain in her head. I should’ve known she would, being so introspective.

I reached up and took a fistful of her hair in my left hand as I twisted her face to the side. Then delivered a hard cock thrust, bottoming out deep inside her channel. I was immediately rewarded with a mild fluttering around my cock.

That’s my greedy little cunt.

I kept hold of her face with my left hand as I squeezed her tender butt cheek in my right hand and thrust my hips into her again. The fluttering intensified about tenfold and had a definite throbbing rhythm to it.

Fuck, yeah. That’s what I like. Milk my cock, baby.

Knowing she was about to pop, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I swung my hips in a solid rhythm, thrusting my cock with everything I had as I kept a firm hold on her hair.

She cried out, yelping and screaming a litany of nonsense as her climax shook loose around my exploding cock. I emptied my balls in a series of bursts that had me seeing stars by the time it was done.

I released her hair and was massaging her prickling scalp before I even realized I was doing it. I rested my weight on my forearm between her shoulder blades, feeling relief and regret at the same time.

Relief from the nagging need to unload a shitload of cum. And regret that it was over so soon.

As my focus turned to the pounding heartbeat in my chest, I briefly wondered if it would even be possible to go much longer at that level of intensity. Surely I’d pass out if I did.

Grace was panting almost as heavily as I was. Her orgasm had been intense. Especially for her first flogging.

I love this woman. More than life itself, I swear.

Suddenly I was driven by a strong urge to release her from her bindings. As if there was an emergency. I focused all my energy on it.

I wanted to see her face. Feel her tender, warm lips on mine and her arms reaching around my neck. I wanted her soft breasts pressing against my chest.

I wanted to hold this precious gift in my arms and let her know how much it means to me. How much her submission means to me.

How much she means to me.

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The fallout from the Christmas party turned out to be surprisingly minimal. Naturally, James morphed into a bumbling, red-faced, stuttering schoolboy whenever he bumped into Sophie, his eyes darting around wildly as if he couldn’t quite decide if he wanted them on her cleavage, her skirt, the floor beside her, or anything besides her eyes. There was the occasional leer from a male colleague, the occasional whispers behind her back from a few women. But for the most part, life at the facility went on as usual. In fact, some were friendlier to her, perhaps having been pleasantly surprised at the realization that she wasn’t quite as uptight as she appeared to be.

She found herself exuding an air of serenity and calmness far more often as well, and it was infectious. She felt more at ease, more relaxed, more content. People sensed it, and they responded in kind.

Oh… and Mason had decided to give her an office to herself.

She wasn’t sure exactly what his motivations were, but neither she nor Anthony really cared. The entire company had seen everything she’d had to offer at the party; if anyone was interested in some voyeurism via a hidden webcam, they were welcome to it, she reasoned. Of course, “her office” was mostly Anthony’s office. She had a sheepskin rug in the corner of the room to kneel on, with her laptop plugged into the socket next to it. The oak table and leather armchair was his.

Anthony, ever the handyman, had surprised her with a “Blowjob machine” (or, as he fondly referred to it as, a BJM” – a contraption that attached to the seat of the armchair at the front. When she knelt in front of the chair, he could fasten her head harness to it, leaving her at its mercy. With her wrists cuffed behind her back and attached to her ankles, and her head firmly in its grasp, the only movements she could make were the ones she was allowed to.

The first time Anthony had demonstrated it, she had marveled at the sheer genius of it all. The arm connected to her head harness could move back and forth, its rhythm controllable by the switch on the armrest. She was swiftly put into the harness under the desk, Anthony made himself comfortable in the chair with his cock halfway into her ring-gagged mouth, and he turned it on a slow, relaxing pace, then set about his work for the next hour. When he was done, he finally turned the pace up to have her bring him to orgasm, and later found a small puddle of sticky wetness pooling around her legs.

She wasn’t allowed an orgasm, of course.

Today, she found herself strapped into the machine again. This time, her demi-bra had been pushed down to reveal her nipples, and the nipples were clamped to the base of the armchair. Each time the arm of the machine moved her through its lazy motions, the stationary clamps tugged mercilessly on her nipples. Her arms were bound in a rope harness, the elbows airtight and attached tightly to her ankles, which were pulled up parallel to her thighs and strapped to them. With each stroke of the machine, she struggled to keep her balance on her knees.

Anthony, having completed a segment of his work, leaned back in his armchair and looked down at Sophie. Her eyes were closed, her breathing strained but even, her dark red lips stretched around the wide ring that forced them apart. The machine was moving her head at a slow, lazy rate, aimed to give him constant pleasure without the risk of blowing his load prematurely. Beneath her sheer white shirt and black miniskirt, he could see the muscles in her entire body tensing with the effort of maintaining her balance, the spiked heels of her mandatory stilettos pointing at the ceiling. The front of her shirt was wet with drool, sticking to her exposed breasts. And her nipples looked most appealing, swollen and gripped in unforgiving metal, stretched to the limits of their ability with each rotation of the machine.

Thank god he wasn’t any younger, Anthony mused. Ten years ago the mere sight of her would have brought him to climax instantly – and where would the fun be in that?

He had stuffed a long dildo into her pussy, with instructions to keep it in. It had already slid halfway out, despite her legs being close together. He reached a foot out and nudged it back upwards.

Sophie’s eyes flew open. “Ahhnhghh?”

Anthony ruffled her hair affectionately. Bits of it were already sticking straight through the strap passing over her head – he loved seeing her all tousled up. “Having a good time? I sure am.”

A fresh rivulet of drool made its way down Sophie’s chin as she grunted non-commitally.

He grinned down at her. “Good thing I have you – I would’ve fallen asleep writing this report otherwise. I’ll let you know when I finish, mm?”

Half an hour later, he lay back in the chair, his balls completely drained. Sophie was still kneeling in the harness, immobile, but with cum dripping down her face. She protested feebly through her gag.

Anthony took his time tucking himself back into his pants before he moved to release porno her. The clamps went first, eliciting a garbled scream as each one went off and blood flowed back into the tortured nipples. Then he unhooked her head harness from the machine, and her elbow tie from her ankles. She immediately flopped onto the floor, breathing hard. The dildo from her pussy, completely slick with juice, rolled onto the floor.

He tsked at her as he dabbed his cum from her face with a tissue – he didn’t quite want to explain the white stains on the dark carpet to Mason, even though he was sure Mason already knew. “What a mess you’ve made, you dirty little slut.”

She only moaned in response, twisting her elbows slightly to try and ease the tingling in her shoulders and arms.

He toyed with her for a while, stroking her swollen nipples, kissing her gagged lips, sliding a few fingers into her slick pussy. Admiring how she squirmed and twisted and whimpered at his ministrations. When he finally decided it was time, he undid her wrist and elbow bindings and unbuckled the ring gag.

“Aaahhhh…” Sophie groaned, flexing her jaw to try and get it working properly again. Anthony sat her up and rubbed her arms gently to return feeling to them. “Mmm. You’re getting really good at this position, darling.”

“Please, Tony, I want to cum so bad…” were the first coherent words out of her aching jaws.

He shook his head sternly. “Sophie. You’re only at 40 points.”

She rolled over, groaning.

He laughed, swatting her ass. “Besides, you have a meeting in 30 minutes’ time.”

She shot up in panic. “Fuck, I do!”

“I’ll get you some hot chocolate and a light meal. You can rest, put your makeup back on, whatever you need to do.”

She smiled weakly at him. “Thanks, Tony.”

“Anything for you. Oh, and after you’re done for the day, I have a surprise for you.”

Sophie laughed nervously. “I’m not sure if I should be worried.”

He chuckled. “Oh, trust me. I think you’ll like it. I’ll meet you here at… 5.30pm?”

*****

The facility was mostly deserted by the time Sophie made her way down the hallway leading to her office. She hoped Tony hadn’t been waiting long for her – Mason had been far more thorough with the inspection of her report than she’d thought he’d be.

She quickened her steps – it was difficult to walk too fast in 5-inch stilettos, although she’d gotten mostly used to them. The tight miniskirt was another problem – it rode up her legs like a chipmunk climbing a tree, every step of the way. She could feel slickness between her inner thighs again – hadn’t she just wiped that?!?

Idly, her hand strayed to scratch her swollen nipple over the material of the blouse and bra. God, it was so sore, and it felt so good…

Just in time, she caught herself and lowered her hand. “Your orgasms belong to him, Sophie,” she sternly chided herself, clutching her hands firmly behind her back.

Anthony was waiting for her in the office, reading in his armchair. The oak table was empty except for a small bowl with a few teaspoons of uncooked rice in it. The digital display on the wall said 6.30 – dammit, she was an hour late.

“Sorry, Tony. Mason kept me far longer than I’d expected…” she apologized sheepishly, bending over to kiss him on the cheek.

He put his book down and smiled most unnervingly at her. “I know. I was adding a teaspoon every 15 minutes.”

“A… what?”

“Take your shoes off,” he ordered, motioning towards the stilettos.

Raising an eyebrow, she slid first one shoe off and then the other, letting out a low moan as her aching, stockinged feet came in full contact with the lush carpet. “You’re tempting me an awful lot to be late more often…”

Anthony bent over and deposited half of the contents of the bowl into the sole of each pump, distributing the grains evenly. “I’m afraid you’ll be putting them back on now,” he murmured, grinning up at her.

Sophie glanced down at the shoes in apprehension. “Tony…”

“You just earned yourself the clamps in addition to that, darling. Better put them on before I start docking points.”

Using the table for support, she slid each foot into the heels, easing them all the way in. The hard grains bit into the balls of her feet like little motherfuckers, she realized. “Goddamn it, those things hurt!”

In response, Anthony simply handed her a pair of small alligator clamps. “Under the bra, please.”

Making a face, Sophie did as told; the little teeth clamped down on her already-sore nipples with vigor, forcing the tips of the swollen nubs to rub most distractingly against the inside of her bra. She shifted her feet gingerly – the high heels forced her entire weight onto the balls of her feet, and she could feel every grain of rice biting into her tender skin. “Fucking hell…”

Anthony beamed with pleasure as he watched her. “Wonderful. You are now forgiven for being late, and we can proceed to the surprise, mm?”

She japon porno shifted uncomfortably. “How, uh, far is it?”

He stood and offered her his arm. “Oh, you’ll see.”

Cursing under her breath, Sophie took the offered arm, putting as much weight as she could on it. “Owwww…”

They made their way out of the office and down the deserted corridors, Sophie wincing each step of the way. Anthony observed the wetness trickling down her inner thighs with silent satisfaction as he led her towards the elevator. She shifted from foot to foot as they waited for the elevator, trying in vain to relieve the pain shooting through the underside of her feet. “Suffering becomes you, Sophie,” Anthony chuckled, kissing her flushed cheek. “I should really do this more often.”

Sophie swore loudly at him, and instantly received -20 points.

He swiped his card on the elevator control panel and pressed the button for the basement. Sophie watched with sudden intrigue. “Isn’t that where the cryo chambers are?”

Anthony nodded his confirmation. “Indeed.”

Her brows furrowed. “Why are we…? I mean, I’ve never been there before, it’s not under my department, but…”

He smiled mysteriously. “You’ll see.”

The basement was very well lit, but looked ominous nonetheless. No attention had been paid to brightening up the decor, and the white floor and walls were completely spartan. The low corridor went on seemingly forever, heavy doors spaced at regular intervals.

Anthony took her on an agonizing walk that must have lasted only 5 minutes, but seemed an eternity to her. It felt like her nipples and feet were on fire.

Stopping in front of a door marked 23A, he swiped his card on the panel, then turned to look into the retina scanner. The AI having been satisfied with his biometrics, the door slid open with a heavy clunk.

Sophie stepped in and peered around inquisitively, her foot torture temporarily forgotten. She had read reports from the people who managed these chambers, but it was the first time she had been inside one personally. The chamber was larger than expected, with human-sized capsules placed at regular intervals across the far side of the wall. A control panel sat next to each capsule. Aside from that, it was completely barren. “Interesting…”

Anthony led her over to one of the capsules. “There’s only one person currently in this cryo chamber. I’m sure you can guess who?”

“Experiment 239?” Sophie murmured, peering into the transparent glass of the capsule. She was correct – the girl lying motionless within the capsule was indeed an exact replica of 239. She looked smaller and more fragile in real life, though, and Sophie realized that she had never noticed how pretty the girl was. Her waist-long, chestnut-brown hair was tied neatly in a braid and placed to one side. She dozed in quiet slumber, long eyelashes sweeping her pale cheeks. Tubes were placed into her nose and mouth, and a bracelet on her wrist was hooked up to a display that tracked her pulse, blood pressure, and other vital stats.

Anthony nodded. “Yes. You can see a copy of her details and signed consent forms here.” He activated her control panel, and the wall by her capsule sprang to life, displaying the selected records. 239’s name was apparently Elaida Hemsworth, Sophie noted. She had had remote access to these records all this time, but for some reason it hadn’t occurred to her to bother to read them. Elaida was 25, single, and had been a teacher living in a nearby city. She had signed her consent forms 2 months ago.

Sophie found it somewhat disquieting, coming to this realization that the “experiment” whom they had been managing in the control room all along had been – no, was – a real human being. With a previous job and history and house and bank account.

Anthony motioned towards the cap on Elaida’s head. “That’s where she’s plugged in to the simulation. There aren’t any horrifying skull wires the way they displayed it in the television shows of a century ago, of course – have you watched those, by any chance? Fascinating stuff. Anyway, we just transmit brain waves through the electrodes beneath the cap, simulating reality for her. No fancy skull penetration needed.”

Sophie leaned forward, watching the girl twitch briefly. “She doesn’t seem too happy.”

Anthony chuckled. “Yeah, it’s probably positional training time right now. Difficult stuff. She’s getting through it okay though – we’re going to graduate her to the next level soon. You can see the details of her simulation plans here.” He pulled up a terminal, typed a few commands into it, then showed the results to Sophie. “This is an overview of her schedule and goals for graduating each level. Going deeper into it, you can modify the parameters for each component of her schedule, and even her goals. Of course, as you have seen, certain parameters can be modified temporarily in the control room upstairs as well, but this controls the default behaviour.”

Both lezbiyen porno of them simply stood and looked at the screen for a moment, before Anthony broke the silence. “With me so far?”

Sophie glanced at Anthony, shifting in her uncomfortable heels. “I… yes. I’m not sure what…?”

He stepped closer to her, gazing meaningfully into her deep green eyes. “I can modify any of that. Create any reality for her. Create any reality for anyone placed into any of those capsules.” He motioned towards the other empty, open capsules in the room.

Sophie took a step backwards, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel a chill spreading through her veins. “Tony… that’s a big…”

His features relaxed in a smile. “No pressure, Sophie. I won’t be mad if you say no. And you can take as long as you want to decide.”

She cleared her throat, pushing a lock of stray hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure I really want…”

“ANY reality, Sophie. It doesn’t have to be 239’s schedule. It doesn’t even have to be in her simulated facility. It can be anywhere, any time, any people, any rules. We can do ANYthing. Have you ever had a fantasy that couldn’t possibly be acted out in real life?” He chuckled. “Well, of course you have. But here, you could be anyone, do anything, experience whatever you wanted.”

She paused for a moment, his words sinking in. Her breath quickened. “You mean… you can modify ALL of it?”

He nodded in assent. “Yes. I’m not as good at this as James, of course, so it’ll take longer to code the scenario you want. But I can.”

A dreamy smile flickered across Sophie’s face, but faltered as she glanced across the clinical chamber again. “It looks awfully intimidating, though. Will I need to be put to sleep in these capsules? And… will I need to have a partial memory wipe as well?”

“Unfortunately, yes to your first question. The caps don’t work if your brain isn’t asleep – too much variation in the delta waves. But as for the second question, no. There is technically nothing preventing us from putting people into those chambers with all of their memories intact. We just don’t do it, because it wouldn’t be profitable – we tried with the first experimental batch and gave up after a month because they were learning at a snail’s pace. But we’re not using this for training, so we can keep all your memories without any issues.”

She chewed on her lower lip. “Well, I know that current cryo technology has a lower risk of failure than a car or an elevator. But still…”

He kissed her on the forehead. “Sleep on it, Sophie. Take as much time as you need. And remember, you can just say no. But if you do want it, I’ll put in anything you desire. You’ll also have to sign the consent forms, of course. These capsules are hardcoded to not work if the consent forms aren’t signed with a thumbprint and retina scan that matches the person in them.”

She nodded quietly, deep in thought.

He stepped back and looked at her. He’d hoped that she would allow him to give her this gift, of course, but he didn’t want to push her into it. He’d let her decide.

His eyes flickered over her slender form, and he could feel Little Tony straining against his zipper again. The outline of her hard nipples was visible even through the thick material of her bra. Her skirt had ridden carelessly up her thighs during the walk here, and he could see an inch of bare skin above the tops of her stockings. The muscles in her legs were incredibly taut, striving unsuccessfully to compensate for the unevenness of the grains pressing against the balls of her feet. He needed her right now… and he knew he could have her whenever he wanted. The thought only served to push his arousal to breaking point.

“So, Sophie. You can walk to the carpark in those heels, or you can put a thick ring of lipstick around the base of my cock and be allowed to take them off after. Which will it be?”

Before he could blink, she had dropped to her knees and started unzipping him. He laughed. “And I do mean a THICK ring, or it’s not a deal.”

Her moist lips slid all the way down his shaft, and he lost all thought in the warm tightness of her throat.

***

A few days passed, and Sophie made no mention of the discussion in the cryo chamber. Anthony was disappointed, but he understood, and he didn’t bring it up again. He didn’t want her to do anything that she didn’t really want to do.

He had had a difficult discussion with Mason in the technical staff meeting. Mason wanted to run the first round of graduation tests in 3 months’ time and put the slaves who passed on the market after, but Anthony disagreed. Not just because 239 wouldn’t be ready yet, but because he didn’t feel anyone would be. Even if they passed the tests once, there was no guarantee that their newfound mindset would last. The last thing Anthony wanted was to have a whole bunch of angry customers complaining that their million-dollar acquisition had stopped behaving the way they had expected after a couple of months.

He took a deep breath to calm his mind, then opened the door to the office that he shared with Sophie. Instantly, all thought fled his mind, replaced by a sort of amazement and desire that he’d never thought he’d feel for anyone.

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Giving the audience a slow deliberate wink Mistress Syn and cooed, “Now I know that so many of you strong Masters love to show your Dominance by flaying the tender and sensitive body of a lovely slave with your favorite flogger.” Hearing that many of the men in attendance lifted their heads up high, stood up a little straighter, and took on a masterful air of steely composure and confidence. Some even fingered the flogger that hung from their belts.

Then with a sexy scowl Syn lifted an eyebrow once again and shook her crop at the spectators, and with a wicked giggle she added, “And don’t try to fool any of us slaves by pretending that you are only interested in practicing the art of the whip, because we all know that you really love to do it because it makes your dick hard.” And with that the whole room burst into nervous bawdy laughter. Some of them even smacked a nearby friend on the shoulder with a knowing leer.

With a knowing grin she continued, “And now let me introduce you to Tanya who just loves to be beaten with a nice heavy suede flogger. The heavier the better, and she has even confided to Master and me that she has a secret desire to experience the whip.”

Eva couldn’t resist a little whistle when she saw a big beautiful woman with thick dark auburn curls that hung to the small of her back. She had a solid full-figured body with an hourglass figure, soft delightful curves, and the sweet face and smile of an angel. Eva thought she was the very picture of a romantic model straight from the brush of master painter Reuben. Practically mesmerized, she thought she had rarely ever seen such a beautiful woman in the flesh.

The slave beauty Tanya rose up from her demure countenance to her knees. And as she spread her legs wide, exposing her lovely plump pussy, she put both hands under her hair and lifted it up to the top of her head. Then her sweet look of innocence turned to a smoldering lusty fire as she struck a sexy pose for the men.

Then as the men sucked in their breath her look of passion turned to one of delight and sweetness. And she lowered her eyes and letting her hair fall behind her she kept her hands raised. She crossed her wrists and bowed her head forward letting it fall to her chest in the Gorean position known as KoLar, or the submission position.

Eva saw hands pressing on dicks as an audible, “Ahhhhh!” spread through the gathering. And then precious slave Tanya knelt to the whip as she threw her hair forward and stretched her crossed wrists and torso out on the floor, wordlessly offering the submission of her body to the pleasure of Masters.

“She certainly has a delightful body for flogging and whipping,” Eva mumbled to herself. She was so turned on by the graceful behavior and the beauty of the sweet slave that she had to sneak a quick little diddle of her slick aching clit. She wondered if the reason she felt such deep rapport with this slave was because of her own size and all of her own fantasies of being able to be a slave like Tanya to her beloved sex izle Sir someday.

As the overwhelmed men began to strike their shoulders in appreciation of her beautiful submission Mistress Syn mewled, “And there she is Gentlemen. Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she the very picture of beauty, obedience and compliance? And just look at that firm plush body that submissively awaits your whip, your flogger and your command. She is truly a beauty and a treasure to behold isn’t she?”

Suddenly, Eva saw one man who had been working his way closer to the stage. He was a pleasant looking balding man with the usual graying moustache and goatee that Doms liked. He stepped onto the edge of the stage and looked to the side where Master Blaze was standing. “To hell with waiting to auction this one Blaze.” Eva saw the slave Tanya break form momentarily as she looked quickly at the man who had spoken. With a huge grin on her face she put her forehead back to the floor.

“We know each other already from meeting and talking at your House, and with your permission on the Internet, for several months now. I want her for my own Blaze, and since I don’t like to share I want to bargain right now before anyone else gets his hands on her. In fact, I will give you ten thousand dollars for her right now, and another five thousand for the auction charity,” he blurted out.

All the men murmured their surprise and delight and Master Blaze stepped forward. Stooping down and touching the back of the prostrate slave he said, “Rise my little one.” Slave Tanya then raised herself back up to a kneeling position with her knees wide open and she smiled lovingly at her Master and chanced another quick nervous glance at the man who had spoken.

“First of all, although we have stepped out of order in our auction presentations is there anyone else here who wants to make a better offer for the services of this slave for tonight’s benefit?” When no one spoke he asked, “Dave is five thousand acceptable to you?”

“It is,” Sir Dave said from the sidelines.

Beckoning to the man who spoke to come closer Master Blaze said, “That is a very fair offer Wolf. But, before I release her I need to know something.” he said as he turned to his slave.

“Slave Tanya I will not release or sell any slave of mine without her consent, or if I do not think the pairing is in her best interest. Since you and I both know him I will tell you that I believe he will be a good Master for you. But the choice is totally yours to make without any fear of reprisal.” And then Master Blaze took her hands and helped Tanya to her feet.

Still holding both of her hands he kissed her sweetly and looking deep into her eyes he asked, “Slave Tanya, of your own free will, do you desire Wolf to be your chosen Master?”

Stepping momentarily out of her role of silent elegant submission, a brilliant smile quickly lit up the angelic face as slave Tanya eagerly exclaimed, “Oh yes Master Blaze, I sure do chose him. I choose him sikiş izle a thousand times a thousand.” Chuckles and little moans of disappointment filled the room. And then Tanya kissed the backs of his hands, and with him still holding hers she knelt before him.

And then, through the tears that Eva saw running down her face Tanya looked directly at her Master and replied sweetly, “I love you Master Blaze and I can never repay you sufficiently for all that you have taught me. However, now as you have taught me to do, I beg your permission to be released that I may offer my slavery to my chosen Dominant, Master Wolf.”

As Master Wolf stepped up next to him Master Blaze raised slave Tanya to her knees again and embraced her for a long moment. Then he wiped some stray tears from her cheek and smiled as he said to Master Wolf, “Wolf you have made a wise choice. This slave is one of the finest I have ever known. And she is a natural slave in her heart because I had to teach her very little.”

Then still holding her hands he raised her to her feet again and continued, “Tanya, your Master has given ten thousand dollars for you. It is my practice to take half of a slave’s price to cover her expenses for training in my house. The other half I will put into a bank account should any emergency ever befall you or your Master. That way you will have some security if you ever need to come home. And, it is my wish that should something happen, and you are left alone, that you will indeed come home to the House of Blaze. Will promise me that you will you do that?”

“I will. I promise Master Blaze,” she whispered as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “And, thank you. I will always love you Sir.”

Then pulling her hands gently out of Master Blaze’s hands she dropped to her knees and once again crossed her wrists and lifted them up to Master Wolf. With her knees spread wide as she bowed her head forward Eva heard her say, “Master Wolf, I beg your acceptance of me, body, mind and soul as your loving and obedient slave.”

Master Wolf, who seemed to be a bit choked up simply said, “I accept you my precious pet.”

Master Blaze grinned then and grabbed Master Wolf’s hand to shake it. And then he tousled the hair of his now former slave as he said; “I have known for some time that you are in love with him, and he with you. Now go and be happy.” Then as he pulled a leash from under his cape Master Wolf stopped him before he could attach it to Tanya’s collar.

He took the collar from around her neck and handing it to Master Blaze he said, “You won’t need that Blaze.” And then he pulled a lovely intricate gold collar from his pocket and placed it on his kneeling slave. It was about an inch and a half high and was scalloped like lace around the edges. Woven through the middle of the collar was a forest green ribbon. Eva assumed that the gold and green must be the colors of Master Wolf’s House.

Then as he placed the beautiful collar on his slave he locked it shut in türk porno the front with a tiny gold lock. Tanya was beaming and tears of joy were flowing from her eyes as she dropped to her knees and kissed her Master’s feet. And then she returned to a proper slave stance before her new Master.

Eva could not hold back the tears of joy that she felt for a sister slave. She also touched her own bare neck and wondered once again if she would ever wear her Master’s collar there.

“Stand up,” Master Wolf said to Tanya.

“Yes Master,” she answered demurely even though she was not able to wipe the huge smile from her face. She looked behind her at her sister slaves and suddenly she whispered to her Master.

“Yes, you may wish them well my dear,” he said as he stroked her hair, “But hurry now.”

“Thank you Master,” slave Tanya said and she quickly turned around and looked at Syn, who was looking at Master Blaze.

Reading his slaves’ wishes Master Blaze said to the women, “Go ahead.”

And then, all the slaves of Blaze, including Syn, with tears running down their faces, jumped up and embraced their sister in a group hug. They were all kissing Tanya and consoling each other, as they frantically wiped away fresh tears.

Then Mistress Syn said to Tanya, “Go and be happy little one,” as she wiped her own eyes and sniffled.

“Thank you Mistress, and I wish you and all my sisters all the happiness that I feel at this moment. May you all find the wonderful Masters that Master Blaze promised us when it’s finally your turn to leave the House of Blaze,” Tanya said with a happy smile to them all.

Then as Tanya rushed back to stand behind her Master she knelt once again as she looked back and smiled at Mistress Syn, who motioned the other slaves to return to their places around her. Syn smiled back looking back and forth from Tanya to Master Wolf, and winked her approval of Tanya’s choice in masters.

As Tanya looked at her Master with eyes full of love he said, “Let’s go home pet.”

“Yes Master,” she squealed as she jumped up.

Then Master Wolf snapped his fingers and slapped his thigh. He placed his hand at his side with the palm up and facing down. Eva knew that was the leading position but she had never seen it done before. Slave Tanya immediately took a step back and after folding her hands together behind her she bent over at the waist. She flipped her hair forward until it was all hanging down in front of her face. Then Master Wolf, who was grinning from ear to ear, grabbed here hair and with it he led his own lovely naked slave to her new home.

Eva’s tears were flowing freely and she was crying openly now. And as she sniffed Sir Dan, who had quietly let himself in the room, startled her when he reached out from behind her with a tissue. “Sorry Sir,” she blubbered as she took the tissue and wiped her eyes and nose.

Then Sir Dan bent down next to where she was sitting on her slave pillow and kissed her tenderly. “Some day Pet,” he whispered as he looked into her wet red eyes, “Some day.” And without another word he quietly left the room.

“Oh I hope so,” she whispered to herself as she felt her neck again and imagined her own Master’s collar there. “Someday … yes someday.”

… to be continued

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I laid in bed, my cock hard as a rock, staring up at the ceiling.

I looked over at my desk. 2:20am. Fuck me…

It had been over six weeks since my…encounter…with Victoria. I hadn’t seen her since, but that didn’t stop my mind from imagining her everywhere. I would just be walking across campus, trying to get to class, and think I see her out of the corner of my eye. It always ends up being some other brunette or a chick with a sexy skirt. One time it was a dude with long hair. Jesus I’m pathetic.

Almost every night, I would lay in bed, trying to sleep and my mind would drift to her. Her cute way of speaking, her beautiful body, her thick cock. I’d almost always end up jerking myself until I fell asleep. Ug, what was WRONG with me!? I’m not gay! I don’t like cocks!

But Victoria’s cock…

No no no!! Stop it!

Jesus, I’m hopeless.

Later that week, I was leaving class and I decided to go a different way back to my dorm. I found another stairway and began to descend toward the ground floor. As I was passing the second floor, I spotted a brunette chick coming up the stairs past me. Probably just another random chick that my horny mind wanted desperately to be Victoria, but of course, I couldn’t help but look, just in case. I glanced her way as she passed me and my heart stopped.

“Victoria?”

The girl whirled around on the staircase two steps above me. “Eric!” She beamed at me and gave me a big hug like we were best friends. I didn’t know what to do, my feelings were so jumbled surrounding this girl. I awkwardly half hugged her back. She pulled back, still smiling. “Hey! How’re you doing?”

“Uh, I’m good! Good, yeah. How…how are you?” I stuttered like a dumbass. What’s with this girl being able to set me off balance so easily?

“That’s awesome! Great! Hey, walk with me so we can talk.” She started up the stairs. I hesitated for half a second, considering the implications of going somewhere with this girl again.

Then I followed her up.

We walked up the stairs together, me, two or three steps below her. We were silent for awhile, so I spoke up. “So, uh, how have classes been?”

“Oh, they’ve been okay, typical new semester stuff. But I’m taking this frustrating bio course, so freaking hard.” While she spoke, I watched her legs as she walked up the stairs. She was wearing a skirt again (god yes), but this one was much more bouncy and threatened to show glimpses of her upper thigh with every step. I tried to focus hard on seeing more when…

“Eric?” I looked up from her legs to her face. She was looking down at me.

“Uh, sorry what?”

A small smile formed on her lips and then she turned back, continuing to walk. “I was asking how your classes are going.” She opened a door to one of the floors and started walking down the hall. I followed her.

“Oh! They’re good. Yeah, little hard but nothing I can’t handle.” I awkwardly chuckled.

She looked back at me and smiled. “Good! I’m glad! You’re pretty smart anyway so I’m sure any class you take would be no problem for you. You were always having to help me, remember?”

I laughed. “Yeah, but you got it quick. Speaking of helping…”

“Oh! By the way, I got the job I interviewed for!” Victoria cut me off.

“Oh wow! That’s awesome Victoria!”

“Thanks! This is my office by the way.” We stopped at a door marked ‘Freshmen Guidance and Orientation’.

“You have your own office?”

“Yup!” She said as she opened the door and we walked through. “You like?

I looked around. There were three large wooden desks, each angled so the person using the desk was facing the door. There was a computer at each desk, some potted plants, a few nick nacks on each of the desks, and there was music playing on a radio station on one of the desks. There were also two extra chairs in front of each of the desks seemingly for guests to use.

“Well, okay, it’s not just my office. I share it with two other staff members. But they aren’t here today, so today it’s my office!” She giggled in that cute voice. My heart melted.

“This is really cool, Victoria. This is a really awesome position.” I said, looking around again.

“Thanks Eric, that means a lot!” She looked into my eyes. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” I saw her eyes glimmer just a bit as they had those many weeks ago. My cock started to harden immediately. My throat dried quickly and I coughed. “Um, yeah, actually, I wanted to talk to you about that…”

I suddenly heard a knock on the door. Victoria’s eyes widened. “Oh shit!” She whispered. “My supervisor! She was coming to talk to me! Shit shit shit! She’ll kill me.” She looked around quickly. “Hide! Under there! She pointed to a desk and pushed me toward it.

“What? Why?”

“It’s a new employee review! You shouldn’t be here! Hide!” I quickly slid under the desk, trying to be as quiet as possible. Just as I ducked my head under the desk, the door opened. I could hear footsteps and Victoria greeting the visitor as they entered. “Mrs. Temple! Hi!”

“Victoria! I’m so glad you were able altyazı porno to meet at this time! How’re you?”

“I’m great Mrs. Temple!” Her voice was just a little bit shaky, but I couldn’t tell if she was nervous about her boss meeting her, or about her boss meeting her while a boy she had brought back was currently hiding under her desk.

“Wonderful, dear! Sit! Sit! Are you enjoying your new position so far?”

“Absolutely! It’s wonderful! Thank you again for this opportunity Mrs. Temple.”

“Of course! You were one of the strongest candidates. I would be crazy not to hire you!”

They laughed and Victoria took a seat at the desk I was hiding under. She sat down in the rolling chair and pushed herself up to the desk. I managed to move my hands out of the way so she wouldn’t run over them. I had to kind of straddle the middle of the chair so she could fit all the way in. Her feet rested on the floor between my thighs. I could hear the other woman sit down in one of the extra seats in front of Victoria’s desk. I couldn’t see her since the desk was enclosed on all sides except where the user sat, but I could hear her clearly. My pulse raced as I realized they were about to have a conversation with me stuck under this desk for god knows how long, able to be found out at any moment.

“So, Victoria, as you know this is a review on your performance since you started one month ago. You’ve done a superb job so far, but I always like to do these checks just in case there’s something I missed or if you have any questions.”

“Okay…” Victoria sounded hesitant.

“Are you alright dear?” The woman asked. My eyes widened. Oh shit, she knows!!

“Yeah, just a little nervous. I really like this job.” She replied with that adorable voice of hers. I could hear her smile.

“Oh, don’t be dear, it’s mostly just a formality. I’m going to ask you a series of questions, go ahead and answer them as honestly as possible.”

Dammit Eric, get it together, she has no idea you’re down here. Chill!

“I can do that.” Victoria still sounded nervous. I felt kinda bad for her. She must be just as anxious as I was, if not more. The woman began to ask her questions about how she felt about the job and what were some issues. This went on for several minutes. After awhile I started to tune it out and found myself focusing on Victoria’s legs. They were barely half a foot from me. I could’ve easily reached out and kissed them. She still had amazingly tan, sexy legs. She was wearing flats, the kind that slip on and off easily, which she was taking advantage of at the moment as she was slipping her heel in and out. Probably from nerves. My eyes scanned her legs, wandering up toward her skirt which was loosely draped over her delicious thighs that were a perfect combination of muscular with just a tiny bit extra to round out those curves. I tried to look higher up her skirt, but it was quite dark under the desk and even darker under her skirt. I guess I wasn’t going to get a show today…and as if she could read my mind, Victoria spread her legs.

Then, I saw it.

Beneath her skirt, the object of my obsession for a month and a half, was her beautiful cock. It had begun to grow and slipped past her panties. It was dangling out over the chair seat, throbbing with her heart beat, and continuing to harden.

No fucking way. She’s nervous…and she got hard…holy shit…it was true. She gets hard when she’s nervous!

They continued to talk for another minute or two. My eyes were locked on her cock, watching it continue to pulse and harden. Soon, a small droplet of precum began to form at the tip.

“You know, Victoria, you’re showing real promise as a long term employee of the college.” Mrs. Temple went on.

“Wow, really?” Victoria said excitedly.

“Absolutely! I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a chance for you to move up a little in this department within the next year. How does that make you feel?”

“Wow!” she paused for a moment, “That actually sounds pretty awesome.” I noticed her voice had lost some of the nervousness of before, replaced by…confidence?

Then, I watched her as she took her flats completely off and lifted up her feet to try to spread her legs more. Her toes were adorably painted with pink nail polish. She scooted her butt down in the seat and, as she tried to place her feet down, they silently collided with my spread legs. She seemed to consider it for a moment, and then decided to rest her feet on my thighs. This allowed her completely spread her legs, her skirt rising even more in the process. What the heck is she up to?

“I really appreciate you saying that Mrs. Temple.”

“Of course! That’s why you have this desk. We want you to have every opportunity to prove to us and to the students of this school that you have something truly exceptional to give to them.”

I watched as her cock continued to pulse under the table. My own cock was hardening in my shorts. I was completely dumbfounded. Here I was, hiding under a desk, a complete stranger talking to the girl of amatör porno my dreams, and the most perfect cock in the world was hard not a foot from my face. And it was starting to produce more and more precum. My cock was throbbing.

Oh my god, what the hell!? Why am I so turned on?!

“Exceptional? You flatter Mrs. Temple. I just try to take advantage of every opportunity that comes my way.” I could hear her smile, but couldn’t hear her nervousness anymore. Something else had replaced it, something more than confidence.

“I’m glad to hear it. I just wanted to ask you a few questions. So, what do you think is the hardest part of your job, Victoria?”

“Well, lets see…” while Victoria kept talking, she reached a hand under the desk and moved her panties more to the side, allowing her balls to come into view. They dangled nicely below her beautiful cock. My mouth started to water at the thought of what was churning in those balls.

Dammit Eric! Stop obsessing over this cock! That is not going to happen again until we talk can what happened before!

“The hardest part about my job, which is also the most rewarding, is probably working with the younger students.” I was trying to think of ways to get out of this ever worsening situation when Victoria’s feet left my thighs. Thank god. I figured she was going to close her legs and end my heavenly nightmare. “I think it’s wonderful that I am in a position to really give them what they crave.” She suddenly pressed her dainty feet down onto my shorts right above my throbbing cock.

It took every fiber of my being not to moan out loud as she pressed her feet into my member. Her cute toes found the head of my cock and curled around it, stimulating it further. My mouth was agape as I held back another moan. She was agonizingly slow as she rubbed my cock through my shorts with her toes. Oh god, how long am I going to have to keep silent?! This is nuts! She’s nuts!

“What do you mean by crave, Victoria?”

As I was being stimulated impossibly well by Victoria’s toes, I saw her bring her hand down again below the desk. She used a finger and circled the head of her dripping cock. After a second, her finger was coated in her precum. Then, she stopped rubbing her cock and starting moving her hand toward me. I watched as her pointed finger got closer to my face, precum coating it down to her second knuckle. She stopped less than two inches from my face. I stared at it, the gooey mixture tempting my tastebuds.

“They crave the college experience. I think it’s important that they know what it’s like to be on the bottom.”

She pressed her toes into my cock head again, making my head spin. Jesus, she wants me to suck her precum. Holy shit this girl is kinky. She kept massaging my cock head under my shorts and my hormones got the better of me. I reached forward with my mouth and wrapped my lips around Victoria’s precum soaked finger. That amazingly sweet taste hit my taste buds and I sucked for all I was worth.

“That way, they aspire to be the best they can be in all of their endeavours.”

I felt her slowly pull her finger back out of my mouth, giving me ample time to feel her finger run along my tongue, depositing all of her delicious cream. When her finger finally left my mouth, I almost whimpered, but then I noticed she was going back to her cock for more. Oh my god, she’s going to finger feed me her precum. God she’s driving me crazy!

“That’s a very interesting way of looking at it, Victoria. How do you feel this is able to help the students grow?”

I didn’t have time to think as she brought her finger to my lips again. This time I needed no incentive as I quickly wrapped my mouth around her finger and sucked. Her gooey nectar was like manna from heaven. She slowly withdrew her finger and moved back to her cock. She continued to feed me like this two more times, my mind was starting to buzz with the mixture of her taste, musk, and her toes on my cock.

“Well, I just keep feeding them more and more of my…experience. And they eat it right up.”

The third time she brought her finger to my mouth, I wrapped my lips around it and she started to pull back, then stopped. She started to push forward in my mouth, going back toward my throat, and then pulling back again. In, out, in, out. She was fucking my mouth with her finger, and I was loving every second of it. Each time she moved her finger in and out, she made sure to rub my tongue, mimicking the feeling her cock made the first time I had tasted her.

“Then, because of all the experience I’ve imparted to them, they are ready for the real thing.”

She removed her finger from my mouth again, but this time, she slid her hand along my cheek, in an almost loving way. My saliva smeared on my face. She continued to slowly rub my cock head, which was now soaking my shorts with its own precum, as she brought her hand to the back of my head. Then she started to pull on my head, urging it toward her lap, toward her cock.

Oh my god. This is it. This is the last chance I’m going to have to amatör porno back out, to show that she can’t just have me suck her off every time we see each other. This is where I prove that I’m a man, in control. This is where I prove that I don’t like her cock.

Jesus, who the fuck am I kidding. She’s gonna get me to do this again, I know. God, why am I so turned on by this?!

I let her pull my head toward her lap, toward her towering symbol of feminine dominance. She pulled my head all the way to where my lips barely touched her cock. I could feel her wetness on my lips, smell her thick feminine musk mixed with her perfume. The same perfume I had smelled the first time I touched this beautiful cock. I was ready for her to take me, but then, I felt her hand leave the back of my head and return above the table.

She’s not going to make me do it. She’s just teasing me. No. She’s testing me. She’s seeing if I’ll do it on my own. She’s even stopped her foot from rubbing my cock. She’s leaving it completely up to me on whether or not I’m going to go through with this. On whether or not I want her cock. On whether or not I’m hers to use for her own pleasure.

“Mrs. Temple, I think it’s very important that freshmen know exactly what they’re in for so that they can make the right decision.”

I stared down at her cock, which was continuing to pulse with her heartbeat. It was in that moment that I finally admitted to myself what I had tried to hide for the last six months. With just one taste, I had become addicted to Victoria’s cock.

I pushed my head down into her lap, letting her cock to slip past my lips and into my mouth. I felt every bump, every vein, every line, and every curve of her cock as it slid into my mouth as far back as I could take it. The taste of her sweet precum was renewed in my mouth and I swallowed for all I was worth.

I suddenly heard her gasp.

“Are you alright, dear?” Mrs. Temple asked.

She stammered for a second. “Yes ma’am, just fine. Just have a little leg cramp.”

I smiled around her cock. She brought her hand down below the table and brought it to my face that was impaled on her cock. She started to caress my cheek with a tenderness I had never felt before. She slowly ran her fingers and palm along my jaw and down to my throat which I knew would soon have her cock inside it shooting hot, sweet cum down into my stomach.

I was hers.

“Do you need to stand up?” Mrs. Temple asked.

She brought her hand back above the table again. “No no, it’ll work itself out in just a few minutes.”

I knew that was my cue. I started to bob my head up and down her cock, making sure to keep adequate suction. I could feel my mouth coaxing her precum up and out of her cock and onto my tongue. I was never going to get tired of that taste. Based on the few bits and pieces I was listening to of the conversation going on above me, I could tell that she was able to keep up a pretty decent conversation with the woman while I sucked her cock, even with all my efforts focused on bringing her the most pleasure. Man she was good. At the same time, her toes started to curl around my cock head again, rubbing it ever so slightly. I stifled my moan by slamming her cock into my throat and swallowing. It was easier the second time to get her cock into my throat, but still took several attempts and several swallows to push it all the way in. A sense of pride washed across my body as she bottomed out in my throat. My nose was pushed into her pink panties, her musk thick and heavenly.

After a few seconds, I pulled back and continued to suck her cock with as much gusto as I could. I ran my tongue along the underside of her cock head and could feel her starting to get harder. More and more precum started to pour of her. I took her cock to the hilt once again, swallowing and allowing her to enter my throat.

She tensed. “Oh, man, that leg cramp. I’m just going to try to rub it out.” She brought her hand under the table dear.

“Oh no problem dear!” Mrs. Temple responded. “We’re actually just about done here.” I could hear Mrs. Temple starting to stand up. At the same time, Victoria used her hand and brought it right to the back of my head, firmly holding her cock in my throat. “I must say Victoria, you’re one of the best freshmen advisors we’ve had. I’m very impressed!”

“I’m just trying to give them what they truly need the most…” Her hand held my head down on her cock and I felt her cock expand in my throat. “…experience.” Her cock suddenly exploded in my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could as ropes of cum emptied from her cock into my esophagus. Her cock jumped again and again in my mouth as she seemed to pour more than was possible into my gullet. I continued to swallow as fast as possible but started to taste some of her cum on my tongue that had been forced from my throat into my mouth from the sheer volume of cum she was imparting into me. My eyes began to water as oxygen deprivation started to kick in, but soon, her cock started to slow its pumping and she released my head just slightly. I was able to move the head of her cock into my mouth, breathe through my nose, and fully taste her cum as it continued to dribble out of her. I had barely noticed that she had stopped rubbing my cock with her toes. But I didn’t care, I was just happy that I made her cum. And to be able to taste her cream.

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