Diana’s Dark Desires Ch. 04

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Life in our apartment went on as normal, if that were possible, for a week or two after the party at Mandy’s. Laura and I spent the following weekend with Gary and Louis, during which Gary persuaded me to have a ring put in my clitoris-hood. He called Talia, who took me to her tattoo-shop the following evening to have it done. In truth, it hurt quite a lot, but having Talia there with me was a comfort, and the process gave me a strange surge of excitement, even though I knew I should have to eschew any sexual activity for a few days, at least, until the soreness subsided.

When we were having dinner one evening, I said to Laura, ‘Can we talk?’

‘Of course, darling,’ she said, a sliver of pizza poised halfway to her mouth.

‘Look,’ I said, ‘this is a bit difficult, but there’s something I need to talk about, and you’re the only real friend I’ve got.’

She smiled, and said, ‘Name it.’

‘You know I’m a submissive, and…….’

‘And,’ she interrupted, ‘you need to be dominated. Darling, do you think I haven’t thought about it? I know you by now, almost better than you know yourself. I love having you here, but all good things must come to an end, and we must find you a Master. I shall talk to Louis – he knows a lot of people.’

We left it at that, and I heard Laura having a long telephone conversation later on that evening.

Next day, in the office, my intercom buzzed, and it was Louis, summoning me to his palatial office.

‘Come in, Diana, and take a seat,’ he said, from behind his huge desk. He regarded me quietly for a few moments, and then said, ‘I shall be sorry to lose you.’

‘But…but….,’ I started.

He put a hand up to silence me, and smiled.

‘I know, I know, but you are not leaving the firm. Laura has spoken to me, and I have made an arrangement for you I trust you will like. This afternoon, you will be sent for.’

‘Sent for!’ It sounded chilling. I hardly knew what to expect, and ate my lunchtime sandwich in a state of nervous excitement. Neither could Laura enlighten me – or maybe she didn’t want to – as to what was to happen to me.

About three-thirty my buzzer sounded, and a voice told me to put my coat on and report to Reception. I did so.

I was met by a liveried chauffeur, who showed me out to a large black Lexus with smoked rear windows, and opened the rear door for me in silence. He closed the intersecting window, precluding conversation, and I was driven for not more than ten minutes, to somewhere in the City, I guessed. We drew up outside a large glass-clad edifice, and the door was opened for me. I got out, and walked in through electronic doors, and straight into a lift, up to the twelfth floor. I was in a state of nervous tension when I was shown into an office bigger than that of Louis, and infinitely better appointed. Expecting a man to greet me, I was more than a little surprised when the most elegant lady I had ever seen stepped out of a closet in front of me. She was tall, about 1.75 metres, and slender, and had platinum blonde hair swept up in a French knot, accentuating her classical, high-cheek-boned features. She wore a plum-coloured business-suit with a pencil-slim skirt, and a simple white silk blouse. Her slim nylon-clad legs were supported on elegant heels. Diamonds glittered unostentatiously – but unmistakeably – from several fingers, her ear-lobes, and a pendant at her swan-like neck.

‘So you are Diana,’ she said, sitting down behind an enormous desk, and regarding me coolly for perhaps half a minute without saying anything further, while I shuffled nervously from one foot to the other. Her steel-grey eyes bored into me like gimlets, and then she continued, ‘I am Helen Barrington, owner and managing director of the company. Louis is my branch manager, and has sent you here – that is all you need to know about me, I think. I can see you were surprised to find yourself faced by a woman – I know why you are here.’ She almost smiled as she said this, but paused again, to let her last remark sink in. I was, indeed, taken aback, and couldn’t imagine being dominated by a woman, but this was about to change, dramatically.

Suddenly standing up behind the desk, she said harshly, ‘Undress!’

I was shocked by her sudden change of attitude, and fumbled as I struggled to rid myself of my jacket, then even more as I fiddled with the buttons of my silk blouse. I felt more embarrassed than I would have thought possible as I bared my breasts in front of the watching woman, but she tapped her desk impatiently as I was again all thumbs trying to release the waistband of my tailored, pleated skirt. I was of course wearing no panties, something I was by now well used to, but, as the weather had now grown cooler, I had taken to wearing stockings and a satin suspender-belt. My naked, hairless, pussy was, however, completely exposed, when I dropped my skirt, and I was left standing in my stilettos, black stockings and garter-belt. I had never felt more vulnerable in my life.

She regarded me critically, Ümraniye Yabancı Escort sitting back down as she did so.

‘Turn around!’ she ordered, and I obeyed.

‘Bend over!’ she said – again I did as she instructed, wondering if she was about to strike me, but she said, ‘Stand up, and get dressed.’

Her unblinking grey eyes were still on me as I did as she told me, and I was more nervous than ever.

As I finished buttoning my blouse, she came around her desk, and motioned me to sit in a leather armchair, then sat down herself in its twin, facing me, her eyes still unnervingly on mine.

‘I make you nervous,’ she said. It was a statement, not a question.

‘Yes,’ I agreed.

‘Why?’ she asked.

‘I don’t know,’ I confessed, ‘but I’m scared of you, I think.’

‘Then we have the basis of the kind of relationship I have in mind,’ she said.

I was less sure. I could envisage myself being enslaved by a dominant man – in fact, it was what I had been dreaming off, but a woman? Then again, this was no ordinary woman – her eyes, her very presence, had an effect upon me I couldn’t begin to understand.

‘When were you last whipped?’ she suddenly asked.

‘Oh, two weeks ago,’ I replied, hardly able to remember when Gary had beaten me with his belt.

‘Yes, ‘ she mused, almost to herself, ‘you are virtually unmarked.’

She continued to regard me silently, which I found terribly unnerving – it was all I could do to sit still, and I dropped my eyes from hers.

As if that were a signal, she spoke again, ‘You are not, I have to say, apparently very well prepared. I will not, at this point, go into specifics. I simply say to you that I have need of the services of a beautiful young woman like yourself, twenty-four hours a day. Should you decide to come to me, your life will be mine, to do as I wish with. You will live by my rules, many of which will seem harsh, even cruel. Go now – I want your answer tomorrow at this time.’

I was bursting to ask questions about where I should live, what work I should do, after all – 24 hours a day! But Helen Barrington, stood abruptly, extended a hand to me so that I was practically obliged to follow suit, shook hands with me formally, turned on her elegant heel, and left, to be replaced immediately by the chauffeur who had brought me there. He ushered me back into the lift, and I thus made my way back to my office, my mind doing somersaults.

I could hardly wait to get home and talk with Laura, but, in the event, she wasn’t a lot of help, merely telling me to follow my own impulses, which, I suppose, was what I was going to do. I went to bed that night with Helen Barrington’s grey eyes boring into my skull, and found that I was masturbating myself to sleep, day-dreaming of stroking those wondrous long, slim legs as she looked disdainfully down on me. I awoke next morning knowing what my answer had to be.

I had difficulty working that morning, so excited was I about the prospect of being in the company of Helen Barrington once more. After snatching a bite of lunch, I asked the receptionist to get me Ms Barrington’s office on the telephone, and she gulped, and said, ‘Are you sure, Diana?’

When I was put through, her crisp voice simply said, ‘Yes?’

‘It’s Diana,’ I said, ‘from yesterday. The answer is yes, please.’

‘Good,’ she said, ‘you’ll be sent for.’ The phone went dead, and I was left staring at the silent instrument, wondering what I had done.

Half an hour later, my buzzer went, and I was summoned to reception, where the same silent chauffeur waited for me. Fifteen minutes later I was stood in front of Ms Barrington’s huge desk, while she conducted a business call, in a language I was unfamiliar with, but sounded like Japanese. As I stood there, she crossed her long legs, clad today in shiny nylons, as she reclined in her luxurious chair, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her shapely form as her skirt rode up and she smoothed it back down with her long, long fingers. I knew now, beyond doubt, that my decision was the only one for me. Louis knew me, and had known what I needed.

Her conversation ended, she turned her attention to me, and pushed a sheet of paper across the desk to me.

‘Sign this,’ she said, ‘it’s an agreement that you will be with me for a week, after which you have an option to leave – or I to ask you to.’ She smiled briefly, passed me a Mont Blanc pen, and I signed, without reading.

She sat back down, and regarded me, as was her way, I was beginning to find out. I was not invited to sit down, so remained standing, a little awkwardly.

‘Diana,’ she began, ‘you have signed to pass at least week with me – hopefully much more – and I can only tell you that it will be like nothing you have ever known before. You will experience a great deal of pain, and, I think, much pleasure. I set much store by ritual, and expect you to follow my rules. You will both live and work with me, but your work will Ümraniye Yeni Escort not be exacting – just answering the phone for me, and filing. At home, you will have no housework, cleaning or cooking to do, as you will have a personal maid. Your rules are set down on the sheet of paper I have had typed up for you – here you are.’ With that she handed me a typewritten sheet, and buzzed her intercom.

Within seconds, a pretty little Asian girl wearing a tight black mini-dress came and escorted me to a small office next door down the corridor, comfortably but simply furnished. I sat at the desk to read my ‘rules.’ I was horrified by some of them, at first, though others were already second nature. The sheet read:-

DIANA – HOUSE RULES

1.You will keep your body clean and free of all body hair at all times.

2.You will maintain physical fitness, and work out in my personal gymnasium daily.

3.You will wear no panties at any time, neither will you wear trousers.

4.You will address your Mistress as ‘Mistress’ except when other people are present, when ‘Helen’ is appropriate.

5.You will not sit down in the presence of your Mistress unless told to do so.

6.You will not look your Mistress directly in the eye.

7.In the home, you will always wear one of the gowns which will be provided – nothing else.

8.You will be provided with a collar, which you must wear at all times.

9.You will be provided with ankle- and wrist-cuffs, which you must always wear in the home. When your Mistress is at home, your ankles will always be shackled.

10.Your maid will assist you, dress you and do your hair and make-up, but she will not enter into any conversation with you regarding your life in general

I sat, and read it all again, and again, and then the door opened, and thee Asian girl entered, ‘Ms Barrington wants you!’

I followed her into the huge office, and she left me facing the desk, and withdrew quietly.

‘Well,’ said Helen.

I cast my eyes down obediently enough, I thought, ‘It didn’t say anything about….about punishment, Mistress.’

‘I know it didn’t,’ she said, ‘we can’t go putting everything in print, can we?’

She got up and came around the desk and I felt her tall, perfumed presence, then she slowly lifted my skirt, raking my thighs lightly with her nails.

‘Bend down, over the desk, dear,’ she said, and I saw her stilettos as she moved around beside me, then she pulled my skirt right up over my waist, and I saw her out of the corner of my eye, picking up a long office ruler.

Without preliminaries, she lashed it hard down across my naked buttocks, causing me to writhe and scream.

‘Quiet,’ she said sternly, ‘another sound and you’ll get twenty instead of ten.’

‘Oh,’ I moaned, and, by the time the vicious ruler had landed six times, I was sobbing quietly, squirming, and bucking as the warmth in my arse was now being matched by a new heat that was starting to build deep within my cunt.

Helen paused to finger my slit, and, withdrawing her sticky fingers, held them to her nose and smelt my juices, then put them into my own mouth or me to lick clean.

‘You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you, Diana?’ she said

‘Yes….yes, Mistress,’ I remembered to say.

She struck me four more times, and, when she was satisfied, told me to go and tidy myself up in her en-suite bathroom.

When I came back, she was sat at her desk again.

‘There,’ she said, ‘that didn’t count as a whipping, but I shall whip you, or have you whipped, every other day, more-or-less, for the time being, I think. Now you must go home. I will send for Donald.’

I protested that I should need to collect my things from my flat, but she waved away any protests I could make, and told me everything I could possibly need was at her home.

The chauffeur, Donald, whisked me off in the Lexus to an isolated mansion off Hampstead Heath, and as we drew up on a gravel drive, a girl in a maid’s uniform trotted out to open my door.

‘Hello, I’m Astrid,’ said the pretty pony-tailed blonde, in a short black skirt, black stockings and black stilettos, ‘you must be Diana. I am your maid.’

She showed me upstairs in a quite palatial house, to a high-ceilinged room, with a four-poster bed, from the roof of which, ominously enough, I noticed there hung a steel chain with a snap-link at its end. Otherwise the room seemed normal enough, with many wardrobes, all with mirrored doors, and an en-suite bathroom equipped with all kinds of toiletries and perfumes.

Astrid pointed to one big wardrobe, and said, ‘There are all the gowns you must wear in the house. On the bed are your collar and the cuffs you must wear in the house. I will help you with your collar.’ She had a trace of an accent.

I sat on the bed and she got out the collar, which was beautiful, studded with diamonds, and made of silver. It fitted quite snugly around my neck, and had a small ring at the front, to which Ümraniye Masaj Salonu I assumed my Mistress could attach a leash if she wished.

‘I will leave you to put on the cuffs,’ said Astrid, and went out. They were all quite heavy silver, and snapped closed around my slender wrists and ankles. Each had a silver ring set into it, so that they could be attached to something.

I turned my attention to the gowns I was required to wear when in the house. I only hoped we never had visitors, as each of them was transparent, or at the very least, translucent. They were all floor-length, with long sleeves and high necks, covering me completely, but leaving nothing to the imagination. I put on a rose-coloured one, and a pair of matching high-heeled mules, then took my time over my hair and make-up.

Some little time after I heard a scrunching of gravel, which announced the arrival of a vehicle, Astrid knocked at my door, and came in, with a box.

‘It is time for you to go down to Mistress,’ she said, and set the box down on the bed beside me, producing from it a short length of chain, snap-links at either end, which she used to shackle my ankles. Thus hobbled, I let her show me the way down the stairs, which I negotiated with some difficulty, to Mistress Helen’s lounge.

She had changed out of her business suit, and was now dressed in a long, flowing, white silk gown, of a Grecian style, which matched her hairstyle. She was standing by the fireplace, where a log fire was burning, her arm draped along the mantelshelf. Vivaldi was playing on a good hi-fi system.

‘Diana,’ she said, ‘you look more like a slave should now. Come.’

She sat down on a white leather sofa, and when I made to sit beside her, she waved a finger at me, and pushed out a cushion on the floor at her feet.

‘You sit here,’ she said, and I obediently got down on the floor.

‘Now,’ she said, ‘let me explain. When we don’t have guests – like tonight – we eat here, but when we entertain, we eat in the dining room, and you are allowed to sit at the table.

‘But am I still to be dressed like this?’ I asked, appalled at the idea that others would see me as a submissive, and so exposed.

‘Of course,’ she said, ‘my guests will be aware of your role, and some will be invited to share you with me, and to participate in your punishment too.’

As she said this, she was stroking my hair, and her other hand moved down to toy with my nipples through the thin material off my gown. Then she bent to kiss me, and I let her feel my tongue-stud, let it rasp along her own tongue as she snaked it into my mouth. She roughly pulled up her skirt, the silk swishing as it rode up her long, slim legs, past her shapely knees, and I nestled in close to her, gently pushing her thighs apart, questing up them, seeking her fleshier upper thighs. Her legs now parted, almost involuntarily, and a moan escaped her aristocratic lips as I reached her hairless pussy-lips, which were puffy and moist with secretions. I fingered them, and parted them with two fingers, then found the warmth of her cunt with two fingers of the other hand, which I immediately thrust deep into her ready hole. She screamed out loud, in as extreme a reaction as I had ever heard, and her nails raked my back through my gown as she came with the force of a tidal wave. I couldn’t believe either the suddenness or the primeval force of her orgasm, after no more than a rapid touch, and she was smiling down at me.

Helen rang a little bell she had on a coffee table, and trays were brought to us by a maid I hadn’t seen before, with well-prepared salads and a variety of fruit. It was a shade uncomfortable eating at my Mistress’s feet, but I should have to get used to it. When we had finished, she called for her maid again, this time telling me that her name was Gala. Gala appeared with a tray, and from it, Helen took a silver-studded leash, which she clipped to the ring in my collar.

‘I know this is unnecessary,’ she said, ‘but you must get accustomed to ritual.’ With that, she stood, and led me, my chains clanking, up the stairs, to her enormous bedroom.

Once there, she released my leash and ankle-chain, and told me to undress, a matter of seconds.

‘You will come to bed with me now,’ she said, slipping out of her dress, which fell to the floor with a silken swish, revealing her lean, fit body, with small breasts and a tiny waist. She sat on the edge of her bed, and Gala appeared from nowhere, brush in hand, to tend to her hair.

Minutes later, she enfolded me within her embrace between cool silk sheets. She was a surprisingly generous lover, and when she massaged my clitoris, it was for my pleasure, pure and simple, as if she knew I needed to cum. Cum I did, in great waves of sumptuous orgasm after orgasm, as first she finger-fucked me to my climax, then, she went down and drove me to a frenzy of ecstasy with her tongue. I cried out to her, ‘Oh, Mistress, I love you, yes, yes, yes!’

When she had finished me, I started on her. She was still lapping my cunt, running her tongue the length of my crack, when I got myself into a ’69’ position and pulled her labia wide apart. She moaned as I flicked her clit with my stud, and grabbed my head with both hands, dragging me forcibly tight into her, so that I could hardly breathe.

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Despite the relatively short distance to my home from Mistress Alexa’s club, it seemed like it took hours to get home. The bulge in my pants demanded release but remained restrained in my new panties. It felt strange but all I wanted to do was get out of my clothes. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I arrived home. Once inside I stripped off everything except the panties Mistress ordered me to wear.

Being naked is a wonderful feeling especially when you are sexually excited. Moving to the bedroom I had to admire my panties in the full-length mirror mounted on the closet door. While I did not see myself as a beautiful woman, the increasingly feminine look that I seem to be achieving pleased me. My breasts seemed a bit larger and firmer. My ass a bit softer. I was seeing myself change after only a few hours with Mistress Alexa.

Finally, removing the panties, my small, insignificant cock appeared. Buried in the course hair of my bush, it seemed smaller. Suddenly a wave of doubt washed over me. “How could anyone respect someone with such a small useless cock?”

Mistress asked me to check around the house to see if there were any toys or other indications as to my wife’s sexual interest. Carefully searching through the dresser drawers used by Carla, I found nothing. Several pairs of thong panties were found in the back of on drawer. I had never she her wear them. Continuing my search, I checked the master bedroom closet, nothing out of the usual was found. One pair of 5-inch high heels were new, but I had never seen her wear them. About ready to conclude Carla was not hiding anything, I decided to check one room I seldom enter, her office. A grey storage cabinet behind her desk was locked. Being curious I wanted to see inside. Why would Carla lock her storage cabinet? I started to search for a key. After 20 unsuccessful minute searching, I was ready to give up. Ready to leave I noticed something small on the top door molding. Pure luck provided me the key to the cabinet.

Opening the cabinet, I found the usual office supplies on the bottom two shelves. The top shelf had a significant surprise. It contained several black lingerie items, a leather corset, and some pictures. These were not pictures of the girls visiting a restaurant or museums. The first one that caught my attention was Carla wearing a strap-on penetrating a nude woman. Other pictures showed similar scenes with different women. The final picture was the most shocking for me. There was my wife, naked, on all-fours being fucked by a big woman. Devastated, I carefully replaced the pictures, locked the cabinet and returned the key its hiding place.

Angry and swearing I spent 15 minutes coming down. Now more dedicated to the adventure with Mistress Alexa, I followed her instructions. Jumping into the shower a razor and shaving cream, I started removing all my body hair. The under arms and legs were very easy. The moment of truth came when I had to shave my pubic hair and balls. That required greater care than other body parts. As I watched the shaving cream and hair flow to the shower floor and drain, I felt increasingly submissive. How would I explain to anyone why I had shaved my pubic hair? After admiring my new, nude look in the mirror, I got in bed.

As the morning light streamed over the top of the bedroom drapes, I awoke. A quick shower, a shave, and getting dressed, I grabbed a quick cup of coffee. The car started and I was on my way to Mistress Alexa’s club. A Dunkin Donut along the way provided another coffee and a donut. I arrived at the club about 8:45. The front door was unlocked and a note indicated I should go in and prepare for Mistress at 9:00. At five minutes to 9 I stripped off all my clothes except the panties and proceeded to the white line.

At 9:00 I heard someone entering the room. A hand on my right shoulder and warm breath on my neck let me know Mistress was present.

“Very good Jim, you are obeying my orders. That is very good. The panties look fantastic on you.”

Shaking my head, I said, “Thank you Mistress”

Her next action was to pull the panties down and told me to step out of them.

“You look very good.” Her hands slowly stroked my back, ass, and legs before moving to look me in eye. Moving down my chest, she stopped to feel my cock and balls.

“You did very well. You are smooth and soft. Ümraniye Sınırsız Escort You followed my instructions well. I told you that I would shave your ass, so you look like a soft woman. That is next.”

Grabbing my cock, she said, “Follow me and lay face down on the massage table.”

Getting on the table and laying on my stomach as ordered, I felt embarrassed. What was she going to do? Within a minute I felt a warm, wet cloth being run up and down my crack. Then the cream was applied. Finally, the razor started its work. Any pretense of masculinity was being removed. I soon felt totally naked and very submissive.

“Now you really look good. You are very fem looking right now. I love your smooth body and firm boobs.”

Still on my stomach I said, “Mistress, I feel very naked and vulnerable.”

She simply said, “Yes, I know and you are a true submissive. You are going to receive a butt plug to stretch you out. You will keep it inside until I give you permission to remove it. Is that clear?”

Nervously I said, “Yes, Mistress.”

Within a minute I felt a lube on my anus and then pressure. It hurt at first but after is was pushed totally inside, it strange and perhaps erotic feeling took over.

“Get off the table”, was her next order. Sliding off the table the butt plug felt strange.

“You no longer have a cock Jim; you now have clit and I own it Do you understand?”

Shaking my head yes, I was getting aroused.

“Good. Now we need to give you a proper name. Jim is not a feminine name. When you are with me you will be Janet. Do you accept that name?”

As the arousal was gaining strength, I only shook my head in affirmative and said, “Yes, Mistress”

Once again, she grabbed my cock–I mean clit and led me into her office. Ordering me to sit facing the wide screen TV.

“Yesterday I asked you to look into your wife’s private life. What did you find?”

After hesitating and getting emotional I replied. “Searching the bedroom, closets and in all the usual places, I found nothing. Finally, I went into her office where she has a metal storage cabinet. It was locked but only through luck I found the key hidden over the door. I found things I never expected and worse it destroyed me emotionally.”

Looking very sympathetic and concerned she said, “Please continue.”

“There were thong panties, black corset, and most hurtful were pictures.”

“Pictures? What type of pictures?” she asked.

“They really deflated my ego and made me feel very insignificant. There was my wife wearing a strap-on fucking a nude woman. There were other pictures of her fucking other women. The final picture was a Carla on all fours being fucked by a large, tough looking woman. It destroyed me.”

“I see your wife is a lesbian then. How does that make you feel?”

I replied, “Hurt, angry, and emotionally drained. To see my wife being fucked by this big bitch made me both scream and jealous.”

“That is understandable. Your wife is a lesbian and apparently enjoys both dominating and being dominated. I wonder if she is a sub of the woman who fucked her. But clearly she is a lesbian.”

“I think she still loves me at least a little. What have I done to hurt you?”

“Listen to me, you did nothing. You wife has had an interest in other women. I suspect this goes back to a much earlier time in life. How long have you known her?”

“I have known her since our junior year in college. Why?”

“I am only going to make a guess, but I suspect her interests in women occurred long before she met you. Who did she hang out with in college?”

Responding, “I don’t really remember but she was a member of a sorority which seemed to have a lot of girl only parties. I was invited to several parties with other men.”

The thoughtful look on Mistress’ face indicated she was thinking. “I can not say for certain without spending some time with her, but your wife probably had an interest in women at an early age. When you and she got married, you provided her cover for lesbian activities while looking like a family woman. You have been a meal ticket and provided respectability.”

She continued, “The woman who fuck your wife, can you give me a better description?”

I said, “Not really she was big. Her buzzed hair cut made her look more Ümraniye Suriyeli Escort like a man than a woman. She appeared to have Carla fully under her control. But who knows base on one color picture? It did seem strange that someone was taking pictures of her in that position.”

Mistress replied, “Not necessarily. I can only speculate but I would guess on one outing with the girls your wife met the woman who seduced her and made her into her submissive. That woman then used your wife to recruit other women into their group. This could either be a very willing relationship or one based upon black mail. Again, without talking to her , I can only guess.”

The look on my face communicated total frustration that I had been working to support her extra marital affairs.

Mistress then said, “Let’s not talk about your wife but rather how you can become a happy person. Before we go further, I want you to suck on this.”

At that she stuck a larger butt plug into my mouth. After a minute she had me standup. Removing the original plug, the larger one replaced it. The initial pain quickly faded and again I sat down as a strange arousal continued.

“Janet, your new pussy is being stretched to make it more receptive for future activity. Now watch the video.”

As the screen came to life, I was shocked to see myself standing naked in the hall.

Mistress said, “I took this video this morning as you were standing waiting for me. You looked very exciting to me. You will want to watch the rest of the video and at the end tell me what you think.”

The video stayed on me for about a minute then changed. A naked male was standing in the hall next to the massage table I had been on only several minutes before. At that point another naked male came in and ordered the first male to bend over the table. After playing with his cock and balls, the second man proceeded to penetrate the ass of the male who started to moan and became very excited and the man then fucked him and stroked his cock. The male started to beg, “Fuck me, fuck me.” Suddenly the male erupted while moaning in pleasure.

Watching this made me feel aroused and my clit got hard. Mistress noticed I was excited.

The video changes to another naked male standing in the same place as the first. A naked woman wearing a strap-on entered. Taking control, she ordered the male to bend over. After a minute on rubbing his back and butt, she made him kneel and suck her strap-on. After a minute he reassumed the position and she penetrated him. Again, the male started to moan. The woman screamed “You need to be fucked faggot. I am going to make you my bitch.” As he moaned and cried, she kept him on the edge than an eruption caused him to collapse climaxing.

This made me very horny and again stiff. I could only imagine Carla fucking me. I started to need to relieve the pressure building.

The next video again featured a naked male. This time a shemale entered the picture. Within a minute she had the male on his knees sucking her cock. This lasted until she erupted in the male’s mouth. As he tried to spit out the cum, she pulled him to his feet, bent him over and proceeded to fuck him. How she recovered to quickly amazed me. As he moaned and begged her to fuck him, I became increasingly aroused.

After he climaxed, the video immediately changed. An attractive nude woman was now standing where the males had previously stood. A naked male entered picture and took control of her forcing her to her knees. Pulling her head to his erect cock, she started to suck. That finished the video at that moment.

Looking at me with a knowing look Mistress asked me, “Janet which one of those scenes excited you and who would you want to be of those cases.?”

Stunned at the question I couldn’t immediately respond. The best I could do was say, “uhm…ahaaaa…uhm.”

With a smirk she said, “I was watching you and more importantly watching your clit. While each scene excited you, the two that got you totally aroused were the women using the strap-on and the shemale. I could see your respiration and your skin turned red. Given you small clit, I suspect you wanted to be on the receiving end. Am I right?”

After another moment I responded, “Mistress, you seem to read my mind and know my inner fantasies. I would love to be Ümraniye İranlı Escort the one receiving from the shemale. It is not clear why she is the most exciting, but she is. I must be a pervert.”

“Yes, I know you and you are not a pervert. You have desires and needs that are not strange or wrong. You need to be who you are. Let me ask you. When the woman with the strap-on was fucking the male, did you think of your wife fucking you?

“Yes, I did. The picture of her being fucked by that bitch also is stuck in my head.”

“Don’t worry about your wife. My concern is you. I am going to take you to the next step. It is time for you to be properly initiated. To do that I want you to go into the hall and face the massage table. But before you leave my office, I want to pull that butt plug out of you. I want you to be totally free and uninhibited. Moan, cry, scream, or whatever you feel. You need to let go of tension and old thinking.”

I stood up and Mistress removed the plug. The sudden departure of that device felt both a relief and arousing.

Entering the hall and facing the massage table I waited for what was to happen. I stood there for almost 10 minutes and nothing. Finally, I heard someone approaching me. This person was either bare foot or wearing shoes that did not make a sound on the bare concrete floor. A warm hand touched my right shoulder and it began.

“Janet, I am going to make you a very happy gurl. You are mine and I am going to make you feel wonderful”. With that the person started to rub my back in a very erotic way. Slowly as she worked down my back, I began to feel more aroused.

“Spread your legs was ordered” Reaching between my legs the person (wasn’t certain whether they were male of female) reached for my cock and started to play with it. They knew how to excite me. I started to moan as pleasure built. They continued massaging my balls and it became increasingly difficult to control myself. Suddenly, I felt something hard pressing against my anus. Continued to stroke and rub my cock and balls, a sudden thrust and my anus opened, and the person was in me. At first, they only pushed in and slowly pulled back. Then she said, “I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked and make you my bitch.”

Faster and faster the pumping continued. and I was moaning and begging for more. Reaching a peak, I lost control. “Fuck me harder, fuck me harder.” Then like an earthquake I exploded. I screamed in ecstasy and then collapsed.

I finally turned around to see who had taken me to this point. I was surprised, it was Mistress Alexa standing before me wearing a black corset and a strap-on. She smiled.

“You were wonderful” she said to me. “You are mine. The next time there will be a new experience”.

“Now it is time for you to get dressed. Here are you new clothes.” She handed me a bra, panties, thigh highs, 3-inch heels, a skirt, blouse, and a wig.

I was shocked but with her help I put on the panties and bra. She provided instruction of putting on nylons and heels. The brunette, shoulder length wig looked very good especially after Mistress smoothed it out with a comb. Finally, the skirt and blouse.

“You look very lovely.”

I was very uncertain about how I looked. She expected me to go home dressed like this.

“Mistress, I don’t know if I can go out looking like this. I can hardly walk in these heels and let alone drive. If my wife comes home before I get there, she will be shocked and start a fight.”

She simply smiled, “You look great. My biggest concern is that guys will be hitting on you. If your wife is home, she may want to fuck you like she does all her girl-friends.” Her laugh helped put me at ease.

“I want you to wear these clothes as much as possible. Yes, you must go out and go to work, but when you are home and your wife is not there, wear these. You really look fantastic. Next time I will work on make-up. I will have other surprises. I want to see you here again next Monday. Wear these clothes and go to the white line dressed and wait.”

Very self-conscience I slowly walked out the club and then quickly into my car. The trip home was without a delay. Pulling into the garage I breathed a sigh of relief; Carla was not home. I got out of the car and quickly moved to the Master bedroom. I stopped for a moment in front of the floor length mirror to look at myself. Surprise, I didn’t look to bad.

I quickly stripped off the clothes. Folding them they were placed in a plastic bag and then locked in the truck of my car. Still naked I took one more look at myself and decided I liked what I was seeing.

To be continued…

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Different Methods Ch. 01

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This cunt is called mandy. Mandy’s Lord Husband has instructed her to share the story of her training. The cunt mandy is grateful to be allowed to write from her point of view.

My name was Amanda Stevens. I met my husband Richard during college. I studied History, and my area of special interest was the Medieval Period. My friends joked that I was working on my ready-for-marriage degree. There was some justice in their jokes, because I was more attractive than intelligent, and my studies had no practical use in the world. I could have gone on to become a scholar, I suppose, but I wasn’t especially interested in burying myself in books, papers, and old archives written in ancient foreign languages. My husband, four years my senior, graduated from Law School at the same time I was graduating with a Bachelor of Arts.

We were married the summer after graduation. We honeymooned in the Caribbean and he settled into work at a big Firm that expected him to clock eighty hours a week. I settled in as a fairly idle home maker. We even had a real white picket fence. Without children, the hours and days dragged on. I kept up a fairly intense regimen of aerobics to keep my figure trim. I am honey blonde with big brown eyes. My bust and rear are on the voluptuous side of generous, but it takes a real effort to keep my waist and thighs slender. I gladly put in that effort, as I had little else to do. I kept house well and fixed gourmet meals at any hour my man came home. This left plenty of time for shopping. Money was never an issue. But my main interest was in keeping my husband interested in me.

I was not what you would call a lifestyle submissive, although I certainly am now, but when I discovered Richard’s interest in whips and chains I certainly encouraged him. A few welts and bruises were a small price to pay to keep him interested in my ass. I enjoyed the intensity of the nipple clamps and I especially liked to hear my husband talk dirty to me, something he was very willing to do when he knew that he was in charge. I didn’t mind a bit calling him ‘Master’ or ‘Daddy’ or whatever else he wanted to hear. I furnished our finished basement with a St. Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, and a whole rack of toys. It was our playroom several nights a week. So when Richard suggested that it might be good for both of us if I went to intensive submissive training, I didn’t argue much. In fact, after an initial shock, I was rather excited at the prospect.

The institution was very blandly named The Training Facility, and their public offices were small, very elegant, and tastefully furnished. I sat in a comfortable chair across the desk from the Director, a snowy-haired old man who reminded me very much of a kindly grandfather. Richard was on my right. I hardly remember the conversation. I signed a number of papers that I didn’t bother to read, trusting my husband to have done that. Then we all sipped on some excellent spiced tea and chatted about something. I was about to bring up some practical matters relating to luggage and moving details, when I began to get very sleepy.

I woke up in total darkness, completely nude. The first thing I noticed was that the bed I was lying on was extremely hard and uncomfortable. In fact, it felt like cement with a lot of big stones in the mix. That is what it turned out to be. There were no pillows, sheets, or blankets. The second thing I noticed was that I had been shaved completely bald, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and everywhere in between. After recovering from these initial shocks, and shaking off the aftereffects of whatever drug they had certainly given me, I looked around and tried to make sense of my situation. It was so dark I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, so visual exploration was impossible. I tried to find a comfortable position and did some thinking. Obviously this was the beginning of my training. There would be nothing to do but wait for it to be explained. I had expected something a whole lot more amateurish, perhaps a mock-up dungeon Ümraniye Ukraynalı Escort sex club. This already seemed to be a more total experience. I resigned myself and just lay back looking at where I imagined the ceiling was.

Suddenly, the lights came on from high overhead. They were bright and white and I was blinded for a moment. Looking around, I saw I was in one large but very plain rectangular room. The walls were brick, painted white and the floor was a plain white linoleum tile. At the far end of the room there was a shower, sink, and toilet. Other than the shower door, which was glass, there was no privacy at all to this bathroom. What I was lying on was indeed intended as a bed. It projected from the wall and was raised off the floor by two steel legs. The only other furniture in the room was a single straight backed chair sitting in the middle of the room. The entire wall opposite the toilet was taken up by a row of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I wondered immediately if they were one way glass. Opposite my bed was a large steel security door, also painted white. A hinged door about a foot high at the bottom could pass things in and out. To the right of the door was an electrical panel with a single large red button. It was labeled ’emergency’. I had just begun a second examination of the room, when a speaker I couldn’t see crackled to life. It was a cheerful, male baritone voice.

“Good morning, cunt!” I felt an immediate surge of indignation and anger at being addressed in that way. But I thought I had better let it go until I understood my situation a little better. “Welcome to the training facility!” Well, he did sound welcoming at least. “Stand and face the mirror.” I stood up and faced the mirror, feeling very conscious of my nudity and the fact that I had been shaved completely bald. I didn’t try to cover myself with my hands, though. There didn’t seem to be any point. “I am a trainer here. In fact, I am your trainer. If you follow all instructions today and show no sign of rebellion, we will meet tomorrow. You will address me simply as ‘trainer’ and every sentence you speak to me will end with the word ‘trainer’. I am behind this glass right now, and you will never know when I am watching you. Try to remember that as your training progresses. Do you understand everything I have told you so far?”

Rebellion didn’t seem to be very useful at that moment, so I just answered: “Yes, Trainer.”

“Good, cunt. I will begin by explaining a little bit about your training and the philosophy of this facility, and then I will instruct you on what to do today. Pay attention, because I will not repeat myself or answer any questions. If you fail to understand or obey today, you will have the opportunity to try again tomorrow.”

“First, I would like you to know that you are not a prisoner. At any time, you may press the red button next to the door. We will provide you with clothing, contact your owner to pick you up, and escort you off the facility. You will have failed your training, and the large amount of money your owner has paid to have you trained will be forfeit. If you wish to press the red button, but are in a different room of the facility, you need only say the words ‘red button’ and you will be returned to this room to press the button. If you are unable to speak, you may tap out the universal SOS signal. If you do not know it, it will be shown to you before you are gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking. My advice to you, and the advice of many successful graduates, is to forget that the red button exists for the sake of your own sanity.” That was interesting. I was tempted to press the red button right then and give Richard a piece of my mind. But at the same time, it was exciting. I had never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in my life, and it was just beginning. I had agreed to this and my husband had paid for it. I could go along with it. After all, was it so very different from what I had already done to make him happy?

“Second, we will do our Ümraniye Üniversiteli Escort very best to keep you from coming to any harm here. We have never had a serious, life-threatening incident. We have a physician on staff, as well as a nutritionist and several nurses and medical technicians. You will not be cut, scarred, burned, branded, or starved. Your health will not be intentionally jeopardized. In fact most of our trainees leave in better health than when they arrived. You will have the opportunity for an appropriate amount of rest. We maintain the facility at a constant temperature of seventy-six degrees, which is ideal for naked bodies.” I nodded to indicate that I understood. That sounded alright, anyway. He went on, and his voice grew harder.

“However, like most or our trainees, you are terribly spoiled and take a great many things for granted. You must understand that you have no rights and have not yet earned any privileges. You have no name, only a designation of your function. We have three classes of trainees here. Bitches are trained as pets for their owners. They are never permitted to stand or speak. Whores are trained to provide pleasure to any man or woman they are directed to serve. You are a cunt. You will be trained to serve only your owner, and you will receive special training tailored to his desires. Cunts like you are the most demanding to the staff here, as each training program must be carefully and specifically designed.” I was sure that the rage showed in my face, and I didn’t care. I and my cunt were a burden to this overpaid guy I had never met? He went on as if he had read my mind.

“We do a large business training cunts, and we have many satisfied clients. All of the teaching that your owner has paid for will be available to you, but only if you fully cooperate with your training. You may press the red button at any time. You may also remain in this room and do whatever you like for as many days as you wish. You may scream at the walls or do whatever else pleases you. We have never had a cunt choose to remain in her room for more than three days. In order to give you a better understanding of your new reality, you will spend your time from now until lights on tomorrow alone in your room. If you choose to be obedient to the simple instructions I will give you, tomorrow will be different. If you choose to be disobedient, tomorrow will be the same as today.” He sounded as if he really didn’t care which way I picked. I had heard of people going mad from solitary confinement and shivered to myself suddenly. This could be a very long day. Did I want two or three of them? And, right on cue, he asked the question. I wondered how many times he had done this.

“Do you intend to obey today?”

I nodded, very sincerely. “Yes, Trainer.”

“That’s a good cunt. At this facility we reward good behavior by granting new privileges, and punish poor behavior by removing privileges. The first rule is that you may never, ever complain in any way. The second rule is that you must thank anyone who gives you anything, whether you are given instruction, a spanking, or a pillow.” I thought I heard a smile in his last remark. It would be a long night with no pillow. Maybe he was right when he had said I was spoiled! But if I was spoiled, so was just about everybody else.

“Now let’s get down to specifics. You will not sit or lie down during the day. The chair is provided for the convenience of your teachers. You have not earned the privilege of sitting. You may stand or kneel as you prefer. In a few minutes your breakfast, served in two stainless steel bowls, will be passed into your room. You will move them to the center of the room and kneel facing the shower. You will part your legs and place your hands at the small of your back. You will eat and drink using your mouth only. It is important that you part your legs sufficiently that I have an excellent view of your labial lips, your clitoris, and your anus, as well as your thighs and buttocks. Today, these Ümraniye Vip Escort have not been abused in any way, but on future occasions I will need to judge their condition. Many cunts also find this posture appropriately humiliating.” He was right that was humiliating. I would have to eat like a dog, bent over and deliberately showing him my most private parts! Suddenly I felt flushed and a little moist. I blushed. Oh that was perfect, at this rate I’d be dripping wet for his examination. “After eating, you will push the bowls back out into the hallway. You will remain on your knees for that process, with your hands behind your back. I am told it is possible to use your chin.”

“Is that all?” I muttered sarcastically. “No, that is not all. Also you are to address me as ‘trainer’, and I do not appreciate the tone of that remark. If you do not intend to be obedient and cooperative we can try again tomorrow.” He didn’t actually sound angry, he sounded bored, almost as if my smart mouth was just like the smart mouths of a lot of other women. I tried to backpedal quickly.

“I’m sorry, Trainer. Please teach me, Trainer?”

He actually laughed. “Very well, cunt. After breakfast, you will brush and floss your teeth. You will brush your teeth after every meal. A toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss are located in the cabinet above your sink. Lunch and dinner will be the same process as breakfast.”

“At several times during the course of the day, you will likely need to use the toilet. You have not yet earned the privilege of wiping with paper, so immediately after using the toilet you will shower. There is a soap dispenser inside the shower, labeled ‘soap’. You will find the soap mildly abrasive. You do not need hair care products. While showering, you will use the provided safety razor to shave everywhere. After shaving, you will rub your skin with lotion. The lotion dispenser is labeled ‘lotion’. The lotion is specific to your skin type and your owner’s preference in fragrances.”

“You have not yet earned the privilege of using a towel, so after showering you will drip dry. Your display of sarcasm has also cost you the privilege of water at room temperature. I have adjusted your shower temperature to ten degrees above freezing. You may consider the value of witty comments while you are shivering.” Wow. I wouldn’t have thought there were many things left to punish me with, as few privileges as I was starting with, but he had certainly thought of one. I would have to shower quickly and use the toilet as little as possible. I looked longingly at the red button for a moment. No! I can do this, I decided. It can’t be that bad. And it was what my husband wanted.

“You will want to use the toilet and shower fairly soon after dinner, because at lights out you will need to be standing next to your bed. At lights out you will climb into your bed and remain there resting until lights up. If there is any deviation from my instructions or any further sign of rebellion, you will have another day to practice.” There was a very long pause.

“Is there anything you would like to say, cunt?” I thought quickly. He didn’t want more sass, I was pretty sure of that. And he had said that he wouldn’t answer any questions or repeat himself. Oh, of course. Suddenly I realized he was waiting for me to thank him. It was rule number two. I dropped to my knees in front of the mirror.

“Thank you for instructing and explaining, Trainer.” I paused. “And thank you for teaching me a lesson about my smart mouth.” I paused and waited, hoping I had gotten that right.

“You are welcome, cunt. Talk to you tomorrow!” He sounded bright and conversational, but as the speaker died out I knew he would be good as his word and I wouldn’t hear from him or anyone else that day. But they would be watching to see if I performed. I felt a humiliating excitement and a heat from my wet pussy. It would be a very boring, miserable day, but a part of me knew that it was what I needed. I remained kneeling in front of the mirror, studying my reflection until the food bowls came in. The breakfast was probably quite nutritious, but looked a lot like dog food. Of course. I hadn’t earned the privilege of a real breakfast yet. I pushed the bowls to the middle of the floor, put my hands behind my back and presented my dripping wet, bald pussy proudly to my trainer.

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Discipline is a Hard Mistress

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The secretary froze for a second before reluctantly bending over the desk. She shut her eyes in anticipation for the palm to strike.

After a few seconds of nerve-wrecking anticipation and no response, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the man standing behind her.

Smack! He struck her bottom and she yelled in surprise.

Smack! He struck her again. “Keep you mouth shut, you slut!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

God, the man is the one who should be smacked. Impossible, self-grandizing man with God complexes…

A muffled sound drew my attention away from the movie and it arrived at a sight that sent my lips curving up into a smile: a gorgeous specimen of male flesh bound by black shiny leather straps.

His eyes were covered by the silk tie I borrowed earlier from his closet and his lips were parting most temptingly to accommodate the gag I bought for him.

I smiled at the sight and stood up from my seat at the sofa.

Grabbing my favorite leather slappers from the coffee table, I scolded him. “You bad, bad, BAD boy! What did I say about interrupting me when I am watching a movie? Patience, is a virtue that you clearly lack.”

I slapped the slappers against my palm. It stung but I knew the sound of it alone would make his cock stand at full attention and that excited me.

The man wiggled his bottom. Such a tease!

Not so gently, I traced over his delectable derriere and scratch the cheek with my nails. The man stuck out his bottom more toward my way.

“Patience!” I yelled at the bloody flirt.

The bottom held still as I reexamined my handiwork in admiration. His hands were bound to the top rail of the chair while his ankles were strapped to its legs. With the chair lying back down on the floor, the man was in a perfect down dog position straight out of a yoga book with his bubbly ass in the air.

I slapped his ass once with the paddle and he held his tongue. Good, at least this one learns.

Gathering my strength, I picked up the speed and intensity with each slap. Forehand. Backhand. Forehand. Backhand. Full swing. Half swing. Full swing. Half swing…. I watched as his derriere reddens to an exciting burgundy.

Hmm…

I placed my hand on his ass and cupped the burning flesh. It was hot and warm. I slid my hand down the crack to grab his cock. It, too, was hot and hard in my hand. I stroked it lightly and heard him moan against the gag in his mouth.

His cock was already wet with precum. I want to taste it.

I knew from experience that it should be thick Ümraniye Grup Escort and tastes of a salty soup. I bought my hand to my face and licked the precum.

It was… Lighter than I expected. Someone hasn’t been following my directions.

I cracked the slapper onto his bare bum without a word of warning and he jumped with the chair attached to his wrists and ankles. It was an odd thing to see.

He groaned almost in protest of the unexpected hit and I slapped his derrière again. This time a backhand slap that I knew was stronger and harder than the hit before.

“You don’t get to complain, you slut! What did I say about you touching my cock? Did I give you permission to touch my cock?” I yelled in anger.

After a second of silence, I stuck his ass with my slapper with full force.

“I asked you a question, sub! Did I give you permission to touch my cock?” I growled. He lifted his head and shook. I watched the light brunette hair danced for a second before his head resumed its normal position.

He looked so cute like a puppy that I wanted to pet him on the head. As soon as I thought it, I shook my own head. We are still in play and he wasn’t exactly mine to pet.

I turned to look at the clock on the wall. 3:27 PM. Three more minutes before we end today’s session.

I looked at his flaming red ass and decided it had enough abuse for the day. So my hand reached down and grabbed his cock again. He stiffened.

Slowly but firmly I stroked his cock with one hand while I massaged his balls with another. Every time my right hand reached the head, I’d give it a quick jerk. I knew he liked it.

As I jerked him off, I looked again at the clock. 3:29 PM. 40 seconds more before I have to take my hands off him. I jerked him a little harder and a little faster. He moaned loudly. Taking my left hand off his balls, I traced the ring of his anus with my index and middle fingers before inserting them into his anus. He bucked his hips and I jerked his cock harder.

The time is now just 19 seconds left. I doubled my efforts as my fingers drilled his asshole and my right now pulling at his cock.

His body was rocking with my rhythm and the buildup.

He was going to cum any second now, I thought as I glanced as the clock again. 6…5…4… Am I going to make it?

I kept on stroking his cock until suddenly his body stilled rigidly as cum shot out of his cock and into my waiting hand. My shoulders dropped a little. I made it. I sighed in relief.

His cum shot out some more and I knew it Ümraniye Manken Escort was going to waste since our play time had came to an end. As his cock stopped shooting and softened, I watched cum drip out of my hands.

It would be so easy to take just a lick…

Easy and completely in violation of our play rules.

I swallowed as I stood up from where I knelt to jerk him off and walked to the bathroom. The woman in the mirror was in her late twenties with dark mahogany curlew twisted in a loose bun. Locks of hair fell out of her pony tail and framed her face with large brown eyes. She wasn’t ugly, I suppose. Not that it helped her land any date or get laid.

It just lands her in situations like this. I thought humorlessly as I turned off the faucet and cleaned my hands with liquid soup. I grabbed the closest towel on the rack and rinsed it in warm water.

I twisted it twice until the towel stopped dripping, before taking it with me to the living room where Daniel stood still in the perfect down dog position with his ass in the air, gag in mouth and the silk tie still wrapped around his head. He tilted his head my way upon the sound of my heels clicking toward him.

He didn’t need to say anything. I knelt down beside him.

Gently I slid the silk tie off his head. A pair of warm green eyes looked at me in its place. Daniel smiled or so I thought. It was hard to tell definitively with the gag still in his mouth but his eyes were warm and they twinkled at me.

I unstrapped the gag and caught it in one hand before it fell to the ground. “Thanks!” Daniel said as he smiled at me. It warmed me from the inside out. I returned a quick smile as I set the gag on the closest counter-top and returned my hands to untying Daniel from the seat. First went the bounds on his wrists and then his ankles.

Finally, Daniel stood up straight and bent backward, to the sides, backward again and then to the sides again.

I watched him stretch in his naked glory and had to tear my eyes away from the sight of his lean frame. Daniel wasn’t packed like some men were but he definitely had shape. Broad shoulders stretches as he held his arms to one side and then to another.

Light danced upon the hills and valleys of his torso as well as the lower regions that I so enjoyed looking at.

I gestured him to the bed and he laid down, groaning as his back sunk into the mattress. “Oh my God….”

I started with his left arm then chest, torso before reaching out to the other arm. As he turned to give him his right arm, Ümraniye Masöz Escort he groaned again. “Ouch, my butt hurts.”

I glared at his smiling face for a second before turning him over to his back. And man, what a back! My hands itched to trace every line on his back and then to immortalize them in clay.

I held back, of course.

I was about to clean his pelvic area when he grabbed my wrists. I gave him a look and his hand was off me just as fast. With a face as red as his abused bum, he said, “I will do it.” And just like that, he snatched the towel out of my hands and briskly cleaned himself with it before dropping it on the floor.

I looked at the towel and then the man looking at me. I sighed. Instead of picking up the towel like my anal tendencies told me to do. I went and laid down beside Daniel. His arms quickly wrapped around me as I got some skin-to-skin time with his bare chest.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat and the warmth that he seems to radiate.

“You are tense today.” Daniel whispered as he kissed my hair. I love it when he does it. It almost feels like we have a real relationship other than that of a Dom and a sub. Not her sub, just a sub. Or perhaps, it’s really just a sub and a Dom. Not his Dom, just a Dom.

I wanted to press my face more into his chest, but instead I pushed myself out of his embrace and sat up against the headboard. Daniel placed his head over my thigh and I smoothed over his hair as I looked at the clock. 3:51 PM. Nine more minutes until I need to leave then.

I looked my fill at Daniel, who is stretched out on the king-sized bed in his birthday suit. The man was 6 foot two and had the body of a swimmer that logs in as many hours in the gym as he does in the pool. He wasn’t chiseled the way some men are, but that added only to his entire package, which was warm and nice wrapped up in one. Sure, he wasn’t dangerous and dominant, but he had me tied up on knots and counting every second until we get to see each other again.

I glanced at the clock again. 3:52 PM.

I leaned my head backward against the headboard and pictured what it would be like if Daniel and I were a real couple. The BDSM would be a major part of our life, of course, but we would be able to go beyond it like a dinner and a movie, watch TV together, cook together, sleep together.

I frowned.

I knew from the first second I laid eyes on Daniel that I wanted him to be mine. More than just a sub. My sub for life. But Daniel wasn’t as deep into the lifestyle as I am. Hell, he still had a girlfriend. A normal, vanilla, kiss-date-sleep kind of girlfriend. A girlfriend who would touch the same penis that I just did without the time restraint. My lips tightened.

Speaking of time. I looked at the clock again and sighed.

4:00 PM. It was time to go.

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Destroyed by text. Pt. 05

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Wednesday:

Pam 9:12am: ‘Give me your landlord’s contact details, hobo-trout.’

John 9:13am: *Landlord contact sent to Pam*

Pam 10:30am: ‘Nice man your landlord. We have a lot in common; mainly in agreeing what a total fucking gutter mallet you are! LOL!’

John 10:31am: ‘Can I ask what you talked to my landlord about, please, Pam?’

Pam 11:33am: ‘I told him you weren’t going to pay any rent from now on, or pay your bills and that he should evict you.’

John 11:35am: ‘Oh God! Why did you do that?’

Pam 12:06pm: ‘Cos you don’t deserve a flat, gutter snipe! And I want to frame your eviction notice so every time I look at it, I know it’s nearly impossible for you to ever rent again, even if we’re not in touch. Sucks to be you, huh?’

John 1:08pm: ‘Yes Goddess. It sucks to be me.’

Pam 2:07pm: ‘Sucks… LMAO! I’ve only ever given my husband a blowjob. How many men have you sucked off, knob slobber; 9 so far isn’t it? Hahaha. Did you get your ring busted as I commanded?’

John 2:15pm: ‘Yes Goddess. I took two cocks up my ass to earn the last £100 I owed you.’

Pam 3:34pm: ‘WTF!?!?!?! Where’s my bonus money, anal-whore?’

John 3:40pm: ‘I’m sorry, Pam. I got you what I owe you!’

Pam 5:20pm: ‘No! You fucking didn’t! I expected a bonus. Go earn me a bonus after work… And this time after you’ve been ass-fucked for a while, turn around and take the cock in your mouth shit-lips!’

John 5:25pm: ‘Pam, please! I’ve been on 8/8 shifts for days and then down to the public lavs to whore myself out for you. Please, I’m so exhausted, used and pathetic.’

Pam 6:20pm: ‘Yes; you are Ümraniye Fetiş Escort exhausted, used and pathetic; just how I want you to be! Are you whining again, you ungrateful bitch?’

John 6:25pm: ‘No, Pam, of course not. I’m sorry.’

Pam 7:01pm: ‘You fucking will be. I’m putting you on 8/8 shifts PERMANENTLY from now on; 12 hour work days 24/7 shit-head, just so I can have all the extra money as you slave to give me more, more and always more!’

John 7:10pm: ‘Yes, Goddess. I understand Goddess. Thank you for exhausting me, having me used and making me realise how pathetic I truly am.’

Pam 7:55pm: ‘LMAO! Fivemins ’till ass-fucking duties! LOL! Oh, and read the writing in the second cubicle when you get to the public lavs, and text me what it says faggot!’

John 8:10pm: ‘The writing on the cubicle is your mobile number followed by; ‘GIMP PIMP HAS GIMP READY TO ABUSE: TEXT TO AGREE A PRICE: NO LIMITS! LIVE OUT YOUR SICKEST FANTASIES ON IT!’

Pam 8:20pm: ‘Mhm. Nice little earner for me! I used my number so I’ll know if you try and dodge anything, gimple-wimple! Now go get ass-fucked. LOL!’

John 8:21pm: ‘Yes Goddess. Anything for you, Goddess.’

Thursday:

John 9:01am: ‘Sorry to bother you Pam, but my landlord’s come round and been very threatening. He wants me to move out if I’m not paying rent, what should I do?’

Pam 10:00am: ‘LMAO! Move out; do your 8/8 and then just fuck off! And that’s another £500 for contacting me when I hadn’t invited you too. Better get back down those public toilets, you anal-server-you!’

John 10:02am: ‘Where too?’

Pam Ümraniye Gecelik Escort 1:34pm: ‘Okay, I’ve found you a suitable place (address attached). It’s in the shittiest sink estate I know. LOL! It’s utterly fucked inside, no utilities, no locks on the windows or doors, there’s blood sprayed on the ceiling from the heroin addicts who squatted there before you and one of them got stabbed in the neck while he lived there. When I heard that, I just knew it was the right place for you!’

John 1:38pm: ‘Yes, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess. What about my belongings?’

Pam 2:47pm: ‘You mean the things you’re selling to give me the cash! Your landlord’s kindly agreed to let them stay; some he’s buying at a discount rate and the rest he’s agreed to store for a 15% cut when they sell. So not a fucking problem, broke-boy! And he’s still going to issue the eviction notice to ruin your credit rating. LOL!’

Thursday evening:

John 9:21pm: ‘Hi Pam, I’ve managed to find the flat. It’s disgusting! The whole place is filthy; people have used it as a toilet; it stinks of piss and shit, and there’s no lights so I can’t even begin to clean up. Plus, there’s not even a water supply, how am I supposed to manage, Goddess?’

Pam 10:20pm: ‘Life-coach Pam to the rescue, huh? Okay, well you just toddle down to the public toilets when you need to wash etc. If you time it right you can strip off and wash down without people being there, right? And don’t even think about cleaning the flat; I want you living in filth like the shit-bag you are!’

John 10:21pm: ‘Thank you Pam. I’ll try to live like that for you.’

Pam Ümraniye Genç Escort 10:44pm: ‘Do you have any possessions besides the clothes your wearing?’

John 10:45pm: ‘Only my toiletries, ID etc, Pam.’

Pam 11:01pm: ‘Drop them off at the office right fucking now! How dare you have possessions. If you don’t have ID you can’t do anything so give it to me, and toiletries are for people, not sub0-human shit like you!’

John 11:02pm: ‘Yes Pam, I’m walking down to the office now.’

Friday:

Pam 9:02am: ‘Okay, so I want to spend as little of your wages as possible on you, so here’s what I think is a fair monthly allowance:

Food: 0 (You can eat from bins.)

Toiletries: Soap: 0 (You can use soap you find in toilets like Mcdonalds): Toothpaste: 10p a month (you can buy a new tube every 4 months). Toothbrush: 0 (You can find something to do the job). Shampoo: 0 (see soap comment)

Clothes: 25p a month. (You can get a new item of clothes at the £1 charity shop every 4 months. You don’t need underwear or socks)

Total monthly allowance: 35p.

Let me know if you think I’ve missed anything, dick-wad!’

John 9:10am: ’35p a month! £4.20 a year!! Whilst you take the rest of my £13,500 a year plus overtime, have me working every day 8/8 and destroy my credit rating while maxing out £25,000 on my credit cards?’

Pam 11:22am: ‘You make that sound like a bad thing. Aren’t you such a pathetic creep-avert that the whole thing gives you a thrill and purpose you can’t find anywhere else, huh?’

John 11:35am: ‘Yes Goddess. Thank you so much Goddess. You are truly wonderful.’

Pam 2:00pm: ‘Fuck off, and earn my £500 for texting me down the public toilets after work! I want the whole lot by tomorrow morning!’

John 2:05pm: ‘Yes, Goddess. Thankyou for giving me a purpose in life. I adore you.’

Pam 2:10pm: ‘Just fuck off and sell your ass to make me MY money, shit-head!’

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Stolen Away

Posted on 2 Mayıs 2024 by admin

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Anal

Dear readers,

This story was suggested to me by an exceptional artist named Anasheya. (Sounds like a beautiful girl to me so I’m going to refer to Anasheya as a she, but I’ve never asked.) She gave me quite a bit of input and I hope I’ve given her something to work with. Anasheya creates T-Girl art that speaks to my submissive soul and if you like my stories you will love her artwork. I’m sure Google will help you find some examples if you choose to look. This story is Anasheya’s and she has plans to draw it as a manga…and I can’t wait to see it. If you search the artist out, be sure to drop her a note and encourage her to move forward.

Anna sneaked a glance at Jessy as he was concentrating on the contents of his stuff sack. She liked how he looked. He had pretty shoulder length black hair that he kept pulled back in a ponytail and blue eyes that smoldered with pent up sexuality. He had a slight build, some might call him skinny, but she preferred him that way, because when they wrestled she could usually pin him beneath her. Jessy was six years younger than Anna and that made it easy for her to control him and oh how she relished that control.

Anna stepped up behind Jessy and slipped her arms around his waist. She kissed him on the neck as she pressed her body along his. When she saw the goose bumps on his arms she knew the effect she was having on him, because when he got goose bumps he also got a hard-on. She let her hand drift down his stomach and across his abdomen just enough to verify his erection only to pull it away again. Jessy groaned his disappointment when she pulled back, but Anna wasn’t finished yet. Her hands found his nipples and through his shirt she began to tweak them and roll them between her fingers and thumbs. Jessy moaned and squirmed under her ministrations and Anna knew that if she kept this up he would cum very quickly. After all, she had been denying him an orgasm for three weeks now and he was more than ready to blow.

They had been dating for several months now and she’d only allowed him two orgasms. Anna had learned about orgasm control on the internet not more than a week prior to meeting Jessy. When they met he had been so shy that Anna knew he would be an excellent candidate to try out her new found techniques. She would never date another man like her ex and have a drunken ass come home and take her without her consent. She was in control from now on.

Jessy was whimpering and panting, so close to an orgasm that Anna could feel him shivering with anticipation. That’s when a loud knock came on the door. From the other side Anna heard a voice call out.

“Anna! We’re here to pick you up and get this party started! Give that young man a break and let him come up for some air!”

“Britney you’re ten minutes early! Go away and come back then!” Anna gave Jessy’s nipples one last tweak and a wet, sloppy kiss right in the crook of his neck before she whispered in his ear, “Don’t you dare come. I’m expecting some big things from you in the tent this weekend. You may actually get to come inside me.”

“Oh com’on Anna! Don’t make us wait!” Britney called. Jessy shivered again as he tried to get a grip on his runaway libido.

“I won’t Anna. I promise I’ll wait for you.”

“I know you will.” To the closed door she said, “Come on in Brit! It’s open!” Anna had no more than stepped away from Jessy when the door popped open and Britney came strolling in. She glanced at Jessy and said,

“Looks like I wasn’t too far off the mark.”

A flushed Jessy turned away from the two women. He grabbed up two of the stuff sacks and turning to leave ran face first into two firm breasts. As he stumbled backwards strong hands grabbed him and kept him from falling.

“Whoa there boy! Don’t be falling over on me. Didn’t mean to startle you, I was only trying to help with those stuff sacks!” If Jessy was embarrassed before he was mortified now. Here holding him up was a very tall black woman whose breasts he’d just inadvertently shoved his face into. She must have been at least six feet tall. Jessy and Anna were both pretty short which is why Anna thought they made such a nice match. This woman could easily rest her chin on his head. “Let me help you with those.” Jessy nervously glanced up into her eyes but couldn’t miss noticing on the way by that her nipples were showing through the thin fabric of her camisole top. She was definitely on high beam. He quickly looked back down at the floor and mumbled,

“Yea, sure, that would be great.” And then he slipped past her and made for the door. The women watched him go and Britney said to Anna,

“He sure is cute when he’s flustered and embarrassed.”

“Yes he is. And I can’t help taking advantage of that every chance I get.”

“Oh I almost forgot my manners. Anna this is Tanya. She’s going to hang out with us over the long weekend. She’s new in town and I didn’t want to see her sitting around her apartment so I thought I’d invite her along camping with us.” Anna extended a hand.

“It’s Ümraniye Esmer Escort nice to meet you Tanya.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m sorry about Jessy. I really didn’t mean to embarrass him like that.”

“Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.” Tanya chuckled and said,

“I’m sure he will be, but I have to agree with you two, he’s damn cute when he’s embarrassed.”

They all laughed as Tanya hoisted up the other two stuff sacks and followed Jessy out the door.

When Jessy got outside he walked into warm sunshine and there sitting at the curb was a fully restored turquoise and cream 23 Window VW Bus. It was lowered and had some very trick five spoke wheels. The rear door was open awaiting the luggage he was carrying so he headed in that direction. On his way Jessy recognized Mike from a recent party and called out to him.

“Mike. How’s it going?”

“Hey Jessy. Good to see you man.” He turned and motioned to the guy hopping out of the driver’s seat and coming around the front of the van, “This is Jeff ‘Deek’ Deekman. He owns the Bus and will be our driver as well as our co-partier this weekend. He’s Britney’s boyfriend.” Deek raised a hand and said,

“Nice to meet you Dude. Here let me lighten the load for you.” He took the sacks and put them in the back. Jessy was turning around to head back in for the rest of the stuff since he was pretty sure Tanya couldn’t handle the heavy sacks by herself, when there she was right behind him. He pulled up just in time to keep his face from impacting with her boobs again, but it was such a close call that he still blushed as he ducked out of her way. Tanya flashed radiant white teeth at him and stepped by to give Deek one of the sacks she’d brought out. When she handed it over the weight of it surprised him and he had to work to catch it before it hit the ground. “Whoa! More to that sack than meets the eye! You’re one strong girl!”

“Thanks Deek. You’re so sweet to notice! I just didn’t want poor Jessy here to hurt himself carrying these out.” She stepped over to Jessy and felt his bicep appraisingly. “Could use a little work.” It seemed impossible, but Jessy got even redder. “I’m just teasing with you!” She declared and gave him a pretty hard smack on the ass. They busted out laughing and Jessy wanted to crawl under the bus he was so embarrassed.

Deek gathered up the other sack and stowed it in the back of the bus just as the other two women were coming out.

“Hi Mike!” Anna called out and as she got closer she gave him a quick hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you too. I want to introduce you to my girlfriend Lynne. Lynne this is Anna. She’s the one I was telling you about who’s doing her master’s thesis on the sexuality of Asian cultures.” Anna shook hands with Lynne and specified,

“Actually I’m studying the time period around World War II.” Lynne’s obvious Asian decent prompted her to ask, “Did you have any family come from Asia around that time?” Lynne smirked,

“I have a very non-traditional Japanese Grandmother who has told me a lot about that time. I’m sure I can help you with your research.”

“Really! That would be wonderful!”

“Dudettes, can we please load up the bus and get on the road? You can talk old school sex on the way.” Deek hustled them toward the side doors and shooed them inside. Mike, Lynne and Tanya went to the back seat while Jessy and Anna took the middle seat. Brit sat up front. The group had no more than hit the highway when Anna began quizzing Lynne. Anna had to turn around pretty far in the seat to see her and it wasn’t very comfortable.

Tanya watched Jessy as Deek rolled the bus up the on ramp to the highway. She had to admit that she was quite taken by him. It seemed the more she watched him the worse she wanted him. Anna seemed nice enough, but Tanya felt like he needed a strong woman like her. It was obvious that Anna was in complete control of their relationship, and Tanya thought kudos to her for becoming the strong partner, but Tanya just knew she could take it to the next level.

Less than an hour later Deek was pulling up to the fuel pumps at the Jiffy Fuel. Having left with only around a half a tank of gas they hadn’t put many miles behind them yet. No one minded though, since a couple needed to pee and there are always those road trip snacks that need to be bought. They all piled out and Tanya hustled inside to the first available bathroom.

As soon as she closed and locked the door she slipped off her shorts and began to fantasize about Jessy. How adorable he would look on his knees in front of her. How delicious it would feel to grip him tightly and control him. How much fun it would be to bend him to her will and establish her own dominance over him. The fantasy had the desired effect and soon pleasure coursed through her body so intensely she couldn’t quite muffle her grunts. From outside she heard,

“Tanya? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Just having to work a little too hard is all. Might need to buy Ümraniye Eve Gelen Escort some fiber or something.” She heard a chuckle,

“You’re not alone. Sometimes I suffer from the same problem.”

Tanya thought that the voice sounded like Anna’s and when she finished up and opened the door sure enough there stood Anna. Tanya smiled broadly and said,

“Next!” Anna returned the smile as she passed Tanya and closed the door. Tanya’s eyes roved the store and quickly locked onto Jessy standing alone in the chip isle. She wandered over and pretended to look some snacks of her own. She made a couple of covert glances his way, but he seemed to be pretty engrossed as he read the back of a cheese waffle bag.

“So Jessy, Britney told me you’re a lot younger than Anna and the rest of us.”

“Yea, I suppose so. Anna’s 25 and I’m 19.”

“Do you like dating older women?”

“I don’t know. Anna is the only one I’ve ever dated.” Jessy was blushing again.

“Only older woman?”

“Only woman. I didn’t date in high school.”

“I’m guessing that you were pretty shy.”

“Very. But I can really talk with Anna.”

“That brings us back to the older woman thing. So…you do like them?” When Tanya asked this question she stepped up close enough to Jessy to brush her hard nipple against his shoulder as she ran her fingers through his pony tail. Jessy’s face became a beacon of red and he began to shiver nervously.

“Wwwwell…I like her confidence……..and…and…and that she knows what she wants.” Jessy swallowed hard and continued. “She’s a…a…pretty strong willed woman.” Tanya leaned in a little closer and the warmth of her breast spread onto his shoulder.

“I know what I want Jessy.”

“I…uh…think…that…I…uh need to go…” Tanya slipped her hand around his waist and pulled Jessy back against her.

“Don’t be in such a rush to leave. I’ve got some more questions. So, you like strong willed women. Strong willed can mean bossy. Does that mean you like being told what to do?” Jessy couldn’t possibly have blushed anymore so he looked at the floor as he replied.

“I don’t mind doing what she asks.”

“So she controls the relationship, it’s on her terms.”

“Yyyyes.” He was quite for a few seconds. “But aren’t…um…most relationships on the…uh…woman’s terms?”

“All the good ones are. I guess she controls when you two have sex as well?”

“I really need to go. I’ve got to get some drinks.” He pulled out of Tanya’s grip and as she watched him walk away she couldn’t help noticing how nice his butt looked. As she turned back to her own selection she smiled with the knowledge that she understood Jessy a little better now.

Back on the Bus

They all wandered around in search of snacks and drinks and after about twenty minutes they were gathered up and ready to reload. As Tanya was getting ready to crawl to the back seat Anna stopped her and asked,

“Would you mind sitting with Jessy? I need to talk with Lynne some more and turning around is killing my neck.”

“Not at all! Whatever is easiest for you honey.” It was all Tanya could do to keep a maniacal grin from her face as she slipped into Anna’s seat and Anna took hers. Everyone finished loading up and Jessy crawled in beside Tanya. Deek fired up the bus and headed back out to the highway.

“So. It looks like you’re stuck with me for a while.”

“Well, Anna needs to take advantage of her time with Lynne.”

“Yea they seem to be doing a lot of talking. I hope Anna’s getting what she needs.”

“I think she is. So what do you do at the clinic?”

“Nothing exciting. I work in statistics. I don’t want to bore you with the details so let’s talk about you.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because I think you’re cute and I enjoy watching you with Anna. You two make an adorable couple. I love how you look at her and touch her.”

“Umm…thank you?” Tanya laughed and said,

“I’m embarrassing you again aren’t I. I’m sorry, I just thought you might like to know that someone noticed how cute you two are together.”

“Well, I guess the thought that someone should notice or even care never crossed my mind. “

“And why would it? I think most people don’t have any clue when someone’s watching them interact with a mate. Of course no longer than I’ve been watching I think you are submitting to Anna. I think you have willingly given yourself to her.” Jessy’s eyes went wide.

“What makes you think that?”

“I can see it in how you interact. It’s obvious to everyone that she’s in charge even if somehow you two don’t realize it. But hey, that’s totally cool with me. Like I said before, I think it’s the basis for a good relationship.”

Jessy was unsure how to respond. How had she so quickly understood his relationship with Anna? It was as if she was tuned into that sort of stuff. Finally he found his voice and asked,

“Why do you think that’s the basis for a good relationship?”

“Well…I think that some Ümraniye Evi Olan Escort men tend to dismiss women. See them as fun at parties and stuff, but not take them too serious. I think that the relationships where a man puts his woman on a pedestal and worships her last longer and are more fulfilling. The woman who knows how to accept a submissive man for the gift that he is will take control of him and insure his happiness. So their focus on each other’s happiness naturally brings peace and tranquility to the relationship.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way…but it kinda makes sense.”

After that they spent the next couple of hours chatting about more mundane things like books, music, movies and anything else that popped into their heads. Jessy noticed that Tanya was very free with her body. For starters her long smooth leg was relaxing against his before they even made it to the highway and she was quick to touch him any chance she got. As she told him a sad story about losing her puppy Fred when she was little she held his hand so long he was afraid Anna would get pissed. He glanced back at Anna to see if she was noticing, but she was completely engrossed in her conversation with Lynne. Tanya would listen very intently while he was talking and at one point even turned toward Jessy in her seat. When she did this she put one hand on his thigh and the other along the back of the seat where it could lay against his shoulder blade. As the conversation lingered on her hand crept up his thigh while her fingers traced little designs on his back. Jesse was so uncomfortable he was starting to stutter a little when he talked. Anna recognized this as something Jessy did when he was nervous so she looked away from Lynne to see what was up. Instantly she could see how Tanya was making him nervous. She suppressed a grin and turned back to Lynne knowing he would rather die than be with another woman. She was confident there was nothing to worry about.

Time passed and the fuel gage on the bus began to press on the E. So the small group stopped to fill the bus and empty their bladders. Inside the store Jessy pulled Anna aside.

“Will you sit with me the rest of the trip?”

“Oh Jessy, I’m getting so much done. Lynne is a wealth of knowledge and she’s going to introduce me to her grandmother who has even more information. I promise I’ll ride all the way home with you. Okay?”

“Yea…sure, that’s fine.”

“What’s wrong, don’t you like sitting with a tall beautiful black woman? She’s very pretty and I think she’s crushing on you.” Anna smirked.

“That’s not funny. You know I only want you.”

“Yes, I know. And I think it’s exceedingly sweet!” Anna leaned in and kissed Jessy on the lips. It was a kiss that lingered and gave Tanya who could just see them from a row over plenty of time to get a little jealous. Before she was caught staring she grabbed some Combos and headed back out to the van. She took her place back with Jessy and waited to see what would happen. When everyone came out she could see the dismay on Jessy’s face even though he tried to hide it. As Anna was getting in Tanya said,

“I’m sorry Anna, I didn’t even ask if you still wanted to sit back there with Lynne. Here I can move.”

“No problem Tanya. I do need to sit back here with Lynne for a while longer. I guess we’ll just have to share Jessy this weekend!” Anna said this with the confidence of a woman who knows she is the apple in her man’s eye and has zero intentions of actually sharing, but Tanya chose a more literal interpretation. When it came time for Jessy to get in, Tanya patted the seat beside her and tipped him a wink as she said,

“Anna says we’re going to share you.” Jessy tried to put on a happy face.

“Lucky me.”

“You have no idea.”

The plan was that they were going to drive through the night to get to the campground in the morning. Darkness fell on the happy little bus as its inhabitants began to snuggle in to get what shut eye they could. Tanya leaned over against the window and pretended to fall asleep. She was hoping that Anna would see her sleeping and not want to switch places with her. Less than twenty minutes later she heard Anna say to Jessy, “No don’t wake her. We have all weekend to sleep together. Try to get some rest.” She heard Anna kiss Jessy and then try to get comfortable. In a few minutes it sounded like everyone was snoozing except Deekman who had put in some ear buds so he could listen to music without disturbing his cargo.

As Tanya pretended to sleep she thought about the penis that was stuffed into her panties and schemed on a way to get it into Jessy. Tanya didn’t think that Jessy had any hint of the secret she was hiding in her shorts and that was going to make it all the more exciting when she revealed it to him. She considered several different scenarios, but discarded them as she realized that she couldn’t get in his nicely shaped butt because it would make way too much noise. But if she could get his face in her lap…about that time something very fortuitous happened. Jessy, who had evidently fallen asleep, slid over against Tanya’s side. His face was against the side of her breast, a place that would have him blushing like crazy if he was awake. She let him lay there awhile before she nudged him so that he slid over her breasts and into her lap.

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Disobeying Daddy

Posted on 2 Mayıs 2024 by admin

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Amateur

This is my first short story!

Characters are all over the age of 18, and based of my relationship.

Story is a personal fantasy.

*****

“Kitten” he growled quietly into my ear, abruptly cutting off my current flow of conversation and sending chills down my spine. I swung my eyes to his blue ones, twinkling with a hint of amusement at my immediate reaction.

“Yes, Daddy?” I answer quietly, breathlessly.

“I said, I’d like another drink.” he says with a smile.

I know he loves reminding me of his position subtly in front of our friends, they all are aware that we have a very active sex life, but the extent is lost on them. I’m not even sure that they would believe me if I told them. I see that my exit from the conversation has gone unnoticed so I get up to go to the kitchen and feel the string of pearls in my thong shift while I walk. I know he’s watching me, so I make sure to swing my hips for his eyes. I’m made brave by the light headedness his voice has made me, in addition to a few extra drinks so I brush past one of the other men on the way. I make eye contact with Daddy to watch his amusement as I brush my robust ass across another man’s groin. I’m enjoying the warning in his eyes, not sure how far I want to push him tonight. I am already acutely aware that he has something planned for me tonight, his request for the pearl thong and favourite bra have made that clear. I end the slow grind and resume my sway to the fridge, pulling out his favourite beer. I pop the cap off while I watch him and flick my tongue at the bit of foam at the top with a little grin.

“Get a room” I hear yelled across the room with a round of laughter.

Apparently, our looks and Ümraniye Olgun Escort exchange were not as private as I had hoped, but I get a little thrill thinking there were a few people in the room jealous to not receive the same attention from their spouse. I return to Daddy, my master, quickly this time not bothering with the show along the way. I lean into him when I hand him his beer.

“Would you like anything else?”

He takes a long swig, downing a third of the bottle in one go and says slowly “Go to the bathroom upstairs. Lightly rub yourself for me, but don’t cum. Stay there.” I feel my breaths come out shorter with excitement, my mind is already racing with the possibilities of what he has in store for me. I’ve been good and subservient all day today, the bruises that dot my round asscheeks serving as a reminder of what would be in store if I disobeyed him again. I was promised an audience the next time he needed to remind me, the prospect of which simultaneously horrified and excited me.

I shut the bathroom door behind me, hesitating while deciding whether he wanted it locked or not. I decided not, because Daddy hadn’t said and the prospect of being discovered while rubbing myself turned me on even more. I started by leaning on the bathroom counter, unzipping my jeans and slipping my hand past the pearl string to my wet slit. I couldn’t help but emit just a tiny little moan as my fingertip touched my swollen and excited clit. I was thinking about my spanking again, how I had erupted into a long awaited orgasm as his fingers brushed my clit with one of his spanks. How angry Daddy got when I came without his permission to do so. I had to stop and flatten my hand, rubbing Ümraniye Sarışın Escort my wet, throbbing pussy without the pressure of my fingertips. I didn’t want to disobey him again so I slowed my tempo, and hoisted myself into a seated position on the counter, pulling my jeans off now. I lifted a leg and propped it up on the counter, leaving my pussy spread open. I slowly started to rub my finger up and down my dripping wet slit now, dipping it in occasionally. As I was fighting the urge to cum, I hear the door unlatch and in walks Daddy. He looks directly at my pussy and asks if I’ve cum yet.

“No Daddy” I say to him.

“Good Kitten” his praise washes over me leaving me feeling warm, and pleased with myself. I smile at him, and he winks at me.

“Get down and take off your shirt” he says quietly. The lower he speaks the faster he expects me to obey, I’ve learned over the years the wants he communicates without words. I’m standing in front of him in just my bra and thong now, and I step forward. I want to touch him, kiss him and take his clothes off too. He grabs me by the wrists and spins me around, pushing my shoulders down until I’m bent over the sink. He pulls a long black satin ribbon from his pocket, He winds it around my wrists and pulls my arms behind me further, pain shooting up to my shoulders. I groan.

“Hush Kitten. I still haven’t forgiven you for the past few days. I agreed to give you a threesome for your birthday and you misbehaved during it. You didn’t follow my rules and you came for our other partner. If you think that you were getting off with just a spanking then you don’t know Daddy very well.”

I look up into the mirror and into his Ümraniye Şişman Escort eyes shocked. They are cold and unwavering as they look back at me.

“I’m going to fuck MY pussy right here. You are going to be quiet and take it, then I’m going to fill you with my cum for you to sit in for the rest of the night. If you cum Kitten, I’m going to collar you and punish you on webcam with all of your little playtoys watching.” I gasp and watch as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. His cock is already hard and falls out, thick and heavy. He isn’t wearing any underwear and the thought of him rubbing against his pants all evening makes my mouth dry. He makes eye contact with me as he pulls my thong to the side and guides himself into me. I feel myself stretching and struggling to accommodate this thick intrusion. He builds up his tempo and grabs onto my tied arms as leverage to go faster. I briefly worry about the sound of him slapping against my ass with each thrust and forget the concern as I feel the telltale pressure of an orgasm building. I close my eyes and try to fight the urge of creaming all over him.

“Look at me Kitten” he barks at me. My eyes open and I see his face twist ever so slightly, he is close to coming. I can tell by the way his hands have moved to my hips and push down impossibly hard, by the way he started to move faster. Shorter thrusts that get deeper and deeper bring me closer as well, I love when he cums quickly for me. I know then that he is so turned on by fucking me that he can’t help himself. I like pleasing him, and having him use me for his pleasure is my ultimate high. Thinking of how much pleasure dom was taking from me was all that i could handle. I exploded into an orgasm, I could feel my pussy hug his cock in a throbbing embrace and he stilled as he filled me with his cum.

“I told you not cum Kitten” he says quietly between pants. What was an incredible pleasure fades as a sense of dread sets in. Daddy made me a promise, and Daddy always keeps his promises.

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I stepped into the shower at the gym, letting the hot water beat down on my body, sore from the hard workout with weights. I had really pushed myself today and my muscles were tingling but it was a good feeling. Sleep would be easy tonight.

I was soaping up my chest when someone peeked into the shower. It was a heavyset trans guy I’d seen around the gym a few times working with one of the trainers. “May I borrow your shampoo?” he asked nervously. He was still dressed in the T-shirt and shorts he’d worn to workout in.

“I don’t have much but you’re welcome to it,” I answered. “You can join me if you want. I promise, I don’t bite … at least not too hard.”

“Thanks,” he said as the curtain opened and he stepped into the changing area of the shower. As he took off his shirt he exposed his large breasts with hard nipples, which were rock hard and tantalizing.

“Are you cold?” I asked, my cock growing hard as I reacted to the sight of the huge saggy breasts.

“A little,” he replied then his face turned red as he whispered,”And a little turned on by your amazing body.”

“There’s plenty of hot water over here,” I offered, a big smile on my face. The trans man pulled off his pants, revealing his soft round stomach, thick thighs and plump ass. My cock was fully standing at attention.

“Are you sure you don’t mind sharing?” he asked.

“Not if you don’t mind my response to seeing you naked.”

He laughed nervously. “I … I don’t mind.” He stepped into the water and it bounced off his soft flesh.

“Let me help you get cleaned up,” I said and started washing his breasts, running my hands all over them, focusing most of my attention on his nipples. His eyes closed and he moaned softly. I let the water wash away the soap then I bent down and sucked one into my mouth. He gasped loudly and I could feel the nipple getting harder in my mouth as my lips and tongue had their own workout on it. I massaged and teased the other breast and nipple with my other hand, tugging on the hard nipple to hear his reaction. My cock was now oozing precum and was harder than it’d been in awhile.

Suddenly he grabbed my hands and slid them down to his waist. I washed his stomach and hips then slid my hands down the outer legs. As I washed back up his inner legs to his thighs and I could feel heat emanating from his pussy.

I pressed my hand against the swollen lips, and he quivered. I slipped a finger between the lips to find his enlarged clit and lightly swirled my finger around it as it stiffened and grew to its full length. I put my fingers on either side of it and started to jerk it. He had to hold onto my shoulders to keep his balance.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” he whispered. “Suck on it, please?”

I laughed as I pulled my hand away and let the shower wash away the soap off both our bodies. I turned off the water then grabbed his towel to dry him off. “You have a fucking amazing body,” I said when I finished. I grabbed my towel and quickly dried off. When I finished he was staring at my cock.

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked, his eyes still taking in my thick eight inches of man meat.

“Not sure,” I answered as I stepped closer to him. I pulled him tight to me, crushing his thick body against mine as I kissed him hungrily. My hands massaged and squeezed his ass as my cock dug into his soft stomach. He moaned Ümraniye Öğrenci Escort against my lips.

“Please … may I help?” he begged when I pulled away slightly. His face was flushed and his eyes were half closed. I was sure if I bent him over he would be sopping wet and I would be able to slide right into his pussy.

I lightly pushed on his shoulders to get him to drop to his knees. He didn’t hesitate and quickly wrapped his lips over the tip of my cock. His head bobbed up and down as he sucked on my cock and his fingers teased my balls. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the scratchiness of his beard against the sensitive area around my cock.

“Oh yeah, that’s just right,” I said as I closed my eyes and rested my hands on his head so that he couldn’t escape my cock filling his mouth. I thrusted my hips forward and forced the tip into his throat. I smiled when he gagged but didn’t pull back, I held it there then started to fuck his face.

I looked down to see him staring up at me, his eyes were watering from the relentless throat fucking. It was a glorious sight. “Hold up your tits,” I ordered as I pulled my cock out until just the tip was in their mouth. “And, play with them—pull on those nipples and make me feel it with your mouth.”

He groaned as he scooped up his breasts and played with his nipples. I smiled as his moans vibrated against the head of my cock. It was a lovely feeling but I knew that I wasn’t going to last for very long and I wanted to empty my cum all over him. I stepped back, my cock, which was covered with his spit, bouncing in front of his face.

“Stand up then bend over,” I directed. He bent over, his hands on the wall to keep his balance as I slid my cock up and down between his big butt cheeks. They were so soft and warm. “Oh yeah, your ass is amazing on my cock.”

The door to the locker room opened and we could hear someone moving around. “Stop,” he whispered as he stood up. “Someone is in here.”

I pressed my body against his back, my cock pressed against the spine. I wrapped my arms around his and played with his big soft breasts as I nibbled on his neck. He started to moan and I covered his mouth with my hand so we wouldn’t be discovered. We listened as the guy walked around the locker room and I swear my cock got harder as I ground it against his back.

“I’m not going to last long,” I whispered into his ear then sucked on the ear lobe. He moaned against my hand.

The door opened and the guy was gone. “They’re gone, get back into position,” I said. He bent over at the waist, his hands on the wall again. I parted his ass cheeks and slid my cock back between them then pressed them around my cock to form a tight tunnel to fuck.

“Oh god … I’m not going to last very … oh fuck,” I said. A few more strokes and I shot my load on the top of the butt crack, with some landing on his back.

I reached around him and found his enlarged clit and rubbed it hard and fast as I played with his breasts again. “I’m going to be ready to cum again soon and I want to fill your fuck holes but I can only do that if you cum for me right now.”

He whimpered as I worked my hands on his body, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Do you wanna fuck me?” I asked. He nodded his head. “Cum for me.”

I watched his face as he closed his eyes and gave into what I was doing, Ümraniye Çıtır Escort my cum soaking into his skin. “Oh fuck, yes!” he cried out as his body shook with his orgasm.

“Good boy,” I whispered then stepped back into the shower area and quickly cleaned up. I dried off as he recovered from his orgasm. I’ll leave my address on the bench outside. I will expect to see you within the hour.”

I left the shower, then got dressed. I pulled my calling card out and put it on the bench then left the locker room and headed home.

Once I got home, I undressed again and slipped on my robe. I sat down on the couch and started to play with my cock as I remembered what I’d done in the gym locker room. I had never had a trans man before so it was a nice surprise and even nicer that he was larger. I loved a nice soft body to play with and his was very nice indeed.

There was a knock on the door. “It’s open,” I called out as I pulled the robe over my hard cock. The door opened and he stepped into my apartment.

“I … I’ve never done anything like this,” he said as he closed the door behind himself.

“I’m glad you stopped by,” I said. I stood up and the robe fell open. “I’ve been preparing myself for you.”

He looked down at the floor as his face turned red. “Come to me and show me how much you’ve missed my cock,” I said. His face turned even more red but he did what he was told. He moved in front of me then dropped to his knees and started to suck on my cock.

“Oh yes, your mouth is so good,” I said as I put my hand on the back of his head and started to face fuck him again. “Take it all in like a good cock sucker.” I forced all of my cock into his mouth until he gagged then pulled out. He couldn’t take his eyes off my cock.

“Undress and bend over the arm of the couch,” I ordered. He quickly removed his clothes and moved into position. I readjusted him so that his tits were dangling in front of the arm of the couch then knelt on the couch in front of him. “Put your hands behind your back and leave them there until I tell you to move them.”

I smiled down at him as he did as he was told then pushed my cock into his mouth as my hands found his nipples. I tugged and pinched them as I fucked his mouth again. He was so pliant and it was a bit of a high to know I could use his body for my pleasure. I loved feeling his moans around my cock when I caused him a bit of pain with my nipple play.

“You are a treasure,” I commented as I pulled out of his mouth and moved behind him. His round ass was glorious. I ran my hands over the soft flesh and parted the cheeks again. I spat on the hole several times then lined my cock up. I held his hands behind his back as I used the other to guide my cock into his ass.

“Oh fuck!” he cried out as I filled him. “Oh god … please … oh god!” I slammed my cock back into him, nearly bottoming out. I rode him hard, enjoying the tight tunnel. I knew I wouldn’t last long and I wanted to feel him coming around me. I slid my arm around his waist and found his enlarged clit. I put my fingers on either side of it and jerked him off as I continued to fuck him.

“Oh yes … oh god,” he cried out. “I’m so close.”

I moved my hands to his shoulders and focused on fucking his ass hard. He wiggled his hand between the couch and his body and found his clit. He rubbed it as only he Ümraniye Elit Escort knew how to rub it to get himself off.

“So close!” I said as I reached the edge of my orgasm. “Come for me … I want to feel your body give into me.” I bit my lip to hold back as I waited to feel his body shake beneath me. I wasn’t kept long, thankfully. He let out a long moan as his body exploded and I could feel his muscles tightening over my cock in his ass.

“Now!” I cried out and my cum shot out of the tip of my cock into his ass. I fucked him until I had no more cum left to fill him with. His ass milked every drop of cum from me. I fell against his back, pinning him against the arm as my cock softened and slipped from his ass. I kissed his shoulders.

“Thank you, that was amazing,” I said after I recovered. I stood up and looked down at his ass with my cum dripping out of it. “That is one of my favorite sights.”

I helped him to stand up. “I owe you,” I said. “Sit down on the couch.”

He sat on my robe to protect the cushions and looked up at me expectantly. I moved to my knees and spread his legs wide. I leaned forward and sucked on the tip of his clit. He lifted off the couch and I smiled.

I sucked on his little cock for several minutes then slid several fingers inside his pussy, finger fucking him as I sucked harder on the cock. “Oh fuck … yes … oh god … please … your whole hand …” he begged. Who was I to disappoint?

I slowly forced my hand into his sopping wet pussy. He was wetter than any woman I’d ever been with so it didn’t take much to get it all inside him. I pistoned the fist in and out of his pussy as I sucked on his clit.

“Yes! Oh fuck!” he cried out and started to cum. I continued to fist him as he came at least three more times. “I … please … I can’t come any more,” he whimpered.

I smiled up at him as I pulled my hand from his pussy. “You’re gaped so wide,” I said. “I bet you could fit an elephant cock in that hole.” He laughed at my joke.

“I’m hard again. Do you want me to come in or on you?” I asked.

“In.”

“My preference, too,” I said. I lifted his legs and drove my cock back into his ass. “Oh fuck your ass is so good.”

He cried out as I used his ass for my pleasure. “Ow … oh god … ow!”

“Take it like a good bitch … you anal slut.”

His face turned red again and I could feel his juices drip down around my cock moving in and out of his ass. “Do you like being called names, slut boy?” He nodded his head. “Oh, I like that cum bucket.”

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered as he started to cum, his ass gripping my cock as I drove it in and out of him.

“I love cum sucking anal sluts and filling their asses with so much cum,” I said. I turned my head and bit his leg which caused him to tighten his ass in response. It was just what I needed to explode deep inside him. It wasn’t much but it was enough to be able to see it flowing out of his ass. “Oh fuck … yes!”

I filled his ass with more of my cum then, when I finished, I pulled out and watched it leak out. Then I helped him to stand up. “Get dressed,” I said. “I’m going to write down my number. Text me when you want your ass filled again. Don’t keep me waiting long. I don’t want to have to find a new cum dumpster.”

I watched him pull his clothes on. When he was ready to go, I pulled him towards me and kissed him then pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck and bit the skin, sucking it in to leave a hickey. “You’ve been marked,” I said. “Don’t disappoint me.”

He nodded his head as I opened the door. I locked it behind him and headed to the shower. Sleep was definitely going to be easy tonight.

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