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This story is a work of fiction. It is set in an alternate setting, where laws have been created that allow for the “free use” of females by the males of a society. This is the second in the free use training series. All characters, places and events are purely fictional.

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Ch 2: Evan opens you up

Your first full week of training has gone just about how you expected it would. 4 different men have introduced themselves to your tight little body in some way, shape or form…and you’ve had the added bonus of a “presentation” course, “taught” by one of the female staffers of “18 Rentals”. That’s perhaps the one part of your first week that you weren’t fully ready for, that little rush of excitement at learning just how to show off your entire body to entice men. Prior to coming here, you thought that all you had to do to make a man want you is to get naked. But the presentation course added in how to arch your back, seductive placement of your hands, just how to lick your lips to show you’re in need, and the latest twist on your afternoon class…advanced positions to show yourself off more completely. As you walk down the hallway from your room to one of the training rooms, your mind thinks back to seeing ‘Lacy’ standing in front of your training class, bent over and facing away, hands on her cheeks spreading herself wide…her holes barely staying closed due to her forceful spreading, only to flex and clamp down almost unbelievably tight. She took her time to show this skill off, tightening and relaxing in unison, showing her muscle control. After a short amount of time, she stands back up, turning to the class and simply stating “A lease girl that can control the muscles in her holes in this way will make her lessor quite happy, and add value to herself going forward.”

Your almost trancelike state is broken as you hear the door open, and in walks Evan. While lost in thought, you made your way to the correct room, and sat on the padded stand in the center of the room…almost as if you were trained to do just that (showing that your training is taking hold).

“Hello again Lina. Good to see you this afternoon.” Evan starts off politely, almost clinical. Nothing in his voice betrays what he will be doing to you in a few short minutes.

“Hello Ev…I mean sir” you bat your eyes at him, remembering your first day, how helpful he was when you arrived, and his thick equipment that you’ll be feeling again soon.

A quick smile escapes him, before he looks back down at his datapad “Learning quick. That’s good. Go ahead and disrobe, you won’t be needing any clothing for today’s training.”

As he scans his datapad, you hop off the leather topped bench, conveniently perched at about waist height for you, and long enough that you could have laid your upper body over the length of it, with your legs hanging off the end. As you lose your screenprinted tank top, the ’18 Rentals’ logo always prominently showing as you fold it and place it on the shelf protruding from the wall, your tiny cotton shorts come next, followed by the simple yet skimpy low cut bikini panties. As you finish, Evan looks up to see you sporting just a small strip of hair above your slit, as you stand with your hands at your sides, awaiting his approval and further commands.

A simple nod before he remarks “Chose the landing strip huh? Nice.” Before his finger taps the datapad and and stashes it in the bin next to the door. “Your training schedule shows that you’ve had a few mouth sessions…which you’ve passed with a bit of help. One session with Rob in your cunt, and another with Jay. Is that about right?”

“Yes sir. Plus we’ve been in “Presentation” course in the morning this week” you beam proudly, as the smile stretches from ear to ear…no doubt happy to see that Evan is your trainer for this session.

“How could I forget? So do some presenting. Make me want what you’re offering.” As he props himself up against the door with his shoulder, already wearing just a pair of workout shorts and tennis shoes. His lanyard holding his keycard all he has on above his waist.

Seeing your chance to show off some of the new skills, you start by running your hands over your hips, up over your stomach and to your tits, cupping them in your hands to point your nipples straight at your trainer, pouting your lips out at him in the process as you run your tongue over them. You give it a little nibble before letting it slip back in your mouth, swaying your hips in a circle as you squirm downward, finishing on your knees, looking up at him with wanton eyes…your tongue back out on your lips. Your next move is to prop yourself back up with your hands, pushing your butt upward in the process, before making your way to your feet, swaying up to a full standing position. You turn around to show him your backside, pushing yourself away from the stand, your hands the only thing touching it, arching your back to show your butt more completely to Evan. You take two steps forward, fulya escort swaying your hips, until you bump into the stand with the fronts of your hips, bending fully over it, reaching back to grip your cheeks, and spreading yourself wide open for him. Thinking back to class, you try to clamp and squeeze, before letting up the pressure, hoping your holes are doing just what Lacy’s were in front of the group of you. While squeezing and releasing, you look back over your shoulders, batting your eyes at your trainer, looking for his approval.

“Not bad…I’ll give you that.” Looking you over, before motioning for you to stand again “But you’re no Lacy. Not yet anyway. Keep working on that every night before bed. Practice in your mirror.” As he walks forward, he taps your collar (which you’re still not entirely used to wearing) “After all, this does say Slut Lina, doesn’t it?”

You nod a yes, before looking down as your cheeks blush and your smile goes ear to ear.

“So on the entrance form you answered that you’ve only had anal penetration once? Well…with a cock anyway. Is that correct?” His deadpan question comes to you, as you remember what your training session today entails.

“Yes sir, my boyfriend tried once and it didn’t last long…maybe a minute? And nothing else has gone inside there, no fingers, no toys, or anything.” Your answer comes out almost energetically, covering the bit of fear you have inside. Your hands go behind your back, clamped together to cover your nervous energy.

“Well, don’t worry. I’ll make sure it takes a lot longer today.” With that, Evan walks past you to the cabinet at the end of the room, fishing out a couple toys, a small bottle and 2 pairs of padded leather cuffs, before setting them on the table beside your freshly shed clothes. He sees the little bit of concern in your eyes at seeing the cuffs.

“Don’t worry hun, all the girls have to wear them the first couple times their asses are trained. Just one of our safety protocols.” Taking the first pair of cuffs and walking toward you, slipping them over your hands and down onto your wrists, before tightening the straps down around them…effectively holding your wrists 6 inches apart in front of you now.

“Just try to relax.” His finger pulls on the chain between the cuffs, spinning you around to face the table, bending you over it as he pulls your arms down on the far side, fastening a snap to the chain, holding you in place over the table. After you’re hooked in place, he moves back to the table, picking up the second set of cuffs, as you notice a much longer chain between them. He moves behind you, dropping to his knees, eyes at the same level as your tender young holes, before he maneuvers each cuff in place and locks them around your ankles, hooking each to a leg of the table. Now effectively immobilized, while still being able to shift a bit here and there. You note that it’s not uncomfortable, but it does make you nervous nonetheless…no longer having the option to stand up and deny access to your tightest hole. In a move that surprises you, he pushes his face between your cheeks, his tongue driving into your tender little slit, pushing your lips apart as he drives forward. Spending the next 15 seconds licking and sucking gently on your most sensitive parts, before pulling back, both hands now on your cheeks to spread you open. He plants his tongue lightly on your back door, feeling his saliva now covering your tightest entrance, before pulling back and walking back to the table. Taking a slim toy in hand, he pops open the bottle, applying a gel liquid to the tip, before rubbing it down the length, covering it in the slick fluid. Once convinced that it’s ready, Evan matter of factly walks to you, pushing the toy slowly but firmly into your tightest hole. Feeling your resistance, he keeps steady pressure on you until your little ring opens up to allow it inside, feeding an inch into you, before pushing another. Monitoring your breathing and the movements of your body, he times each push for a natural spot in your breathing, when you’re most susceptible. Within a minute, he has the entire length of the 6″ toy inside your tightest hole, up to the flange that keeps any more of it from sliding inside. Your breathing comes in staccato as you adjust to the intruder. Just then, you feel fingers rubbing along your slit, down to your most sensitive nub, as he rubs in a circular motion…giving you a reminder of pleasure as your tightest hole is filled. His thumb continues to rub in circles on your nub, until you start pumping your hips back into the digit. Just then, he pulls his thumb away, leaving you humping away at air, straining to be touched.

“Does the slut want her ass fucked?” He asks in a monotone, deadpan way…almost frustrating you when you hear how calm he is.

“Yes sir” comes your short response, as you push your hips back in vain, trying to find the digit that was supplying you such pleasure.

“Nope. bebek escort I don’t believe that. Try harder.” Before a rough slap lands on each exposed butt cheek, and a hand goes to the toy, nudging it deeper before slapping it lightly with his palm.

A low moan comes from you, then a quick yelp as his palm hits the toy, sending a jolt through you “Please fuck my ass, sir.” Comes your breathy response.

“Better…I almost believe you.” 2 of his thick fingers slip inside your well lubricated slit, as his thumb contacts your clit…sending a jolt through you, and sending your hips back into a thrusting motion, always trying to get more. “Before you’re leased, you’re going to hump those hips just like that, without even being touched.”

The fingers withdraw from your slit, but the thumb stays in place, circling your clit as you push back, hips now circling, doing more of the work for him. Doing what you can to always keep his thumb on your clit. His free hand now goes to the toy, pulling it back slowly until just the tip is inside, before pushing forward slow but firm, watching you take it to the hilt. He continues this motion for what feels like an eternity, before you realize that his thumb isn’t touching your clit anymore. Your ass still moves, humps, gyrates and thrusts as the toy stretches your tightest hole. Your mind able to focus just on the toy now, you realize it’s a realistic feeling dildo, shaped just like a real cock. He strokes it inside your tightest hole one more time, before pushing it down past a small ring, ensuring it stays in place. The ‘full’ feeling you have keeps pressure on you in places you’ve never felt before. With that, he walks around the table, toward the ‘head’ end, where he finds you laid flat against, with your right cheek on the table. His hand coaxes your chin up to look forward, seeing his hard shaft pointed straight at you. Now the training takes hold and you open your mouth instinctively.

You feel hands on both sides of your head now, helping you to stay in place, taking some pressure off your neck in your current position, as the head and shaft drive into your mouth. Each push goes a bit further than the last, until the fleshy head bumps against the entrance to your throat. These bumps cause you to gag around him, leaving strings of saliva coating the shaft as he pulls back and slides forward. A few more long, luxurious pushes into your throat, before Evan pulls all the way free, almost to your dismay. You watch as he steps away, your eyes following him to your side, his shaft bouncing as he walks, shining in the light, coated with your spit.

You wait for a short few seconds until his hand covers one cheek, his other gripping the toy, pulling it slowly from the grip of your tightest hole, until it pops out completely. Watching intently as you close immediately, squeezing involuntarily after it, you find yourself completely empty as you hear his voice:

“Now ask nicely, and we’ll get this tight little hole filled up again.” As you feel the fleshy head pressing gently against your tender back door, pushing in until you think he will pop inside, before pulling back free.

“Please fuck my ass, sir” comes your breathy response.

“NO, try harder. Make me believe you want it.” Comes his deadpan response.

“My ass is yours sir…please use it. Please fuck my ass…” as your fingers grip the stand, preparing for the assault.

“Good enough for your first time.” As you feel the fleshy invader press forward more firmly this time, until the head snakes its way inside. Your ring stretches tight around him, barely able to accept him. His drive pushes forward until he has a few inches buried. His girth spreading you far wider than the toy prepared you. Your grip tightens on the stand as you feel him stretch you further than anything has before. His hips pull back until just the head is lodged inside you, before inching forward again long and slow until you feel him deeper than before.

Each thrust pushes deeper inside you than the last, until you feel his balls pressing against you at the end of his stroke. The feeling of being stretched past your maximum is joined by another feeling, as jolts of pain mixed with pleasure spread from your tightest hole. If your hands weren’t restrained, you know you would have them rubbing your clit. As it is, all you can do is gyrate your hips to try to feel more and more pressure, as the strokes go their full length. The long, slow, steady strokes continue, almost maddening, as you wish for a stronger tempo…thinking that might be able to push you closer to orgasm. After one particularly long, excruciating stroke, he pulls completely out of your tight little ring. Watching intently at your reaction, he sees what he wants to see…your hips bucking back toward him, trying to find his invader to get it back inside. The wide head pushes back inside as your hips move, trying to find him. His push forces you back down onto florya escort the table, spreading you completely again, as he slides the full length into you. Holding himself fully buried inside, you hear him address you

“Now beg me to fuck it…and I mean really fuck it.”

Your pants and breathing slow a bit as you gather your wits “Pllleeaaaaase sir, I need it. Fuck it as hard as you want” your breathing barely staying steady as you beg.

Giving you a few long seconds to make you wonder if you passed his test, before Evan pulls his hips back to half depth, before slamming forward, jamming you into the table. Your whole body jerks and convulses as he starts battering your poor little hole, making it his. His thrusts get stronger and faster as he saws into your poor little battered hole. Each shove gives you a mix of pain and pleasure, as he stretches you further than you have ever felt.

You hear his voice as he pushes his cock into your body “Whoever leases you… they’ll want your ass… regularly! You have to be…ready for…that.” His words coming with his breaths as he pounds mercilessly. “The more you…learn here…the better off…you’ll be.”

You wonder just how he’s able to hold off so long, sawing into your tightest opening for as long as he has. Your boyfriend lasted less than a minute before losing his load in your little chute, but not Evan. He’s had you stretched around his shaft for what feels like an eternity. The longer he thrusts into you, the more he changes how you think of his cock. The thought turns to his ‘magnificent’, ‘amazing’, or ‘beautiful’ cock, as it snakes its way into you. The pain fades as all you feel is the pressure inside and the jolts of pleasure as he bottoms his magnificent cock out inside you. Your mind goes blank, as the only thoughts are centered around the magnificent cock stretching you completely. Your hands go slack, legs shaky, as you lay flat on the table and let him have your ass without mercy. You try to match your breathing to his thrusts, as you swear to yourself that he’s grown inside you. He pulses as he reaches deeper and harder, not bothering to announce his intentions. His grunts as he shoves deep in your body tell you what you need to know, as he batters your tight little hole, until he suddenly stops, his rod twitching and jerking inside you. You feel the splash of his sperm jetting into your poor little used asshole, as he finishes inside you. He lingers inside you for another moment, letting you squeeze and clench on his rod as the last drops escape his softening cock. He slides out with a loud wet pop, leaving you feeling sore and used…but content.

“Good start. Nice little asshole you have there.”

As Evan walks in front of you, you see a half hard member, glistening from the lubricant and left over spit from your preparations.

“This is why your instructions were so detailed yesterday. I do hope you ‘cleaned out’ as instructed.”

His hand goes to your hair, pulling you up so your chin is barely over the end of the table, before the fleshy head of his cock slides between your open lips. Your hot breath touches it first as you still pant from the assault you have just taken. Before you can protest, his rod is halfway into your mouth, sawing further with each stroke. Having softened significantly, he can fit the entire shaft in your mouth, just as he bumps the opening of your throat, before withdrawing. Satisfied that you’ve ‘cleaned’ his cock thoroughly, Evan withdraws.

Treating you almost clinically now, he bends down to release the hook from your cuffs, before walking around behind you, unhooking both of the ankle cuffs from the hooks on the table legs…releasing you from the table. The cuffs are unstrapped from your ankles next, allowing you to move your legs a bit, before standing up slightly, using your hands to push up off the table. After removing the cuffs from your wrists, you feel a hand slap your butt cheek.

“You did pretty well. I’ll give you a passing grade for the session. That means your next anal session will be in…looks like 3 days. Had you failed, you would be scheduled for tomorrow. So remember to give your best effort every time. OK?”

As you start to make your way toward the door, Evan grabs your arm lightly, pointing toward your clothing “Don’t forget those. You can dress here or in your room. Either way is fine.”

Just as you pick up your clothing, you see the door open with another girl being led in the room by her trainer. The girl in question is already nude, her 36C breasts bounce with each step, and the look on her face shows a bit of apprehension and dread. You recognize her from orientation day, and from hanging out in her room in the evenings and during meal times. And from the looks of it, poor Mary, or ‘Questions’ as the trainers have come to call her, is about to get more anal training.

“Round 2 for Questions, huh Jay?” your trainer jokingly asks as his counterpart walks around in front of Mary, already starting to cuff her hands into place at the base in front of the stand.

“She kept trying to get away, push it out, started crying…the whole gauntlet man. And a refusal for cleaning too.” The other trainer lets out an exasperated sigh after his statement, with a shrug.

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Her Pet’s Loyalty!

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Whack, whack, whack came the nonstop rhythm from the living room off 222 Oak Street in Middletown Connecticut. It was the tapping of April Kennedys hickory wood crop hitting her knee-high leather boots. She didn’t know if she was pissed or worried. At the moment the not knowing of where her pet was, was not sitting well with her at all. He was usually pretty much diligent about his whereabouts. He would at least text her if he was going to late.

She looked at the fake gray granite clock hanging on the living room wall. “TWO HOURS! TWO FUCKING HOURS!” She screamed out to the almost empty room.

Her Persian cat jumped off the couch and hid under it.

April laughed at that. “Don’t worry Boots I am going to use this on him only!”

She waved it at the bottom of the couch. “But he better have a damn good excuse, if not his ass is going to have welts that he won’t be able to sit down without a wince or two for a month! “

She heard the tires crunch on the gravel outside as the car pulled into the driveway. “Finally!” She thought.

A car door slammed, and she sat down on the couch She took a deep breath and said, “Hear him out April and then beat his ass!”

The door opened and closed. It took a little bit before Michael came into the living room. She knew he was following her protocol.

He was to take off all his street clothes, place them in the chest by the door, put on his collar and then kneel at the threshold of the living room. He could not speak or enter until she gave him permission.

And then there he was kneeling kuşadası escort at the doorway, his back straight, head up, eyes cast down and his arms behind his back. He had goosebumps on his skin as the air conditioning was on.

She stood up and walked over to him, she placed the crop on his shoulder and then tapped his nipples. She saw his body shiver a little as she did.

“So, pet why were you so late?” She asked him , her words seething.

His eyes met hers.

“Yes, you may speak my pet. So again, explain your tardiness tonight?” She asked.

He was about to speak when April’s cell phone started to ding like crazy. She went over and looked at it. Her screen had 14 messages on it. Text after text and voice mail after voice mail. All from him explaining himself.

There had been an accident on the highway, it had closed the highway in both directions and poor Michael was right in the center of it all. There was no way to get out of it. He had to wait till the 5 car pile-up had been cleared.

She trusted him, but to confirm it all she looked it up on the local Television web site and there it was, photos of the tie-up.

She nodded to herself and went over to him. “Dead Zone huh?” She smirked at him.

He nodded “Yes Mistress, boy did try to contact you over and over.” He said.

“Yes, I see that you did now, and I can forgive you for that. I was going to give you such a beating if it was you simply forgot pet!” She said.

She walked over to the bar and made them two seven and sevens. She kuşadası escort bayan placed the glasses down on the coffee table on coasters and sat on the couch. She patted the spot next to her. He stood and walked to the couch and sat next to her.

She stroked his face. “It must have been frustrating you to sit there all that time what you did?” She asked.

“Well, I did get a bit angry Ma’am, but I closed my eyes and thought of you and how lucky I am to have you in my life. Before you, I was a lost soul. You helped me regain my confidence. I am yours forever Mistress!” He stated.

She nodded as he had told her this before many times, but it was always nice to hear it from him. He was a good pet; she knew he had come a long way since they had met a couple of years ago.

When they had first seen at other at the munch at the local restaurant he had sat across from her. She had just gotten her hair cut and had the stylist tint her red hair with a white streak on the side. It added flair to her face. She wanted something to stand out at this month’s munch. She noticed him, but didn’t act upon it as others wanted to talk to her.

Toward the end of the evening, she got a chance to talk to him. It seemed natural to talk to him. It was his first munch and he sat back not wishing to intrude on her time with her friends. It was getting late and the place was closing. They went to one of those all-night diners and chatted till the coffee was cold and bitter. They saw the first rays of sun lighting up the parking lot.

They escort kuşadası exchanged cell phone numbers and she kissed him lightly on the cheek. After that night they became fast friends and then the relationship progressed.

She brought out his submissive side slowly. To him, it felt natural to be Mistress April’s pet. They discussed placing him in a cock cage, but after a while, she decided that she trusted him. But she told him that if she ever found out that he was jerking off without her permission, he would be in that cage so fast his blood flow would be cut off there.

Their relationship went beyond man and woman, Mistress and pet,. They had a chemistry that few had. They would go to BDSM gatherings and some so-called Mistress’s would flirt with him and say if he was ever released from Mistress Aprils they would love to take over his collar.

His steel-blue eyes would get that certain glint and he would say “Respectfully I have to say I am with Mistress April for life. ” But thank you for the offer!” He would tell them.

He would walk away and let them see his backside. He would smirk. April would take his toned arm and lead him to the car. She would kiss him and rub his short-cropped hair.

“I am so proud of you Michael. I know you have a lot of temptations with those so-called dominatrix’s You could be someone else’s and it would hurt if you did decide to leave. But if it meant to be oh well.” She would giggle.

“My loyalty is to You Mistress April. I am yours forever, I do not want any other Mistress you are perfect for me.”

She kissed him full on the lips. When they got home she attached his leash to the leather collar and lead him to the bedroom. She removed her silks and then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

She didn’t have to say anything else as tonight they would become one.

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He opens his door, smiling, greedily eyeing my body.

“My, you have certainly outdone yourself.”

I flush with embarrassment, but mostly with a deep, hot pleasure. A forbidden, taboo desire that had possessed me the moment he had given me his command and I left my dorm room. Walking across campus in my low-cut crop top, booty shorts and stilettos had attracted several lingering stares. Every ogling of my shapely legs and slim, but curvy, body had made me feel cheap and degraded and awfully wet.

He places a hand on my shoulder blade, slowly inching it to the small of my back. I feel my skin tingle beneath his fingertips, and he notices my slightly deeper breathing with a smug smile. He applies pressure and guides me, drawing me into his apartment.

For a few seconds, all I can do is stand as he runs a single finger down my face, down my neck, tracing my body. Then he grabs me, gently but firmly, by the chin and places his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath as he whispers,

“I’m going to have fun tonight. I am going to savor playing with you, little slut.”

The word fills my chest with heat. One word, four letters. He would never use that word in public. When we sat next to each other at work, the closest he would get is a certain, commanding tone during our playful banter.

But that tone was never quite enough to stop my mouth.

I smile, “Like I’d let you do that.”

A twisted, sexual, almost evil little grin spreads across his face. Quick as lightning, he grabs me by the arm and spins me around, so that he’s got me in a hold from behind. He’s not a large man, but his looks are deceptive, with his vice grip and easy tossing around of my body. He drags levent escort me towards his bed, while I pretend to struggle against him.

He throws me face-down onto his bed, and grabs a scarf that he had left on it. I scarcely have time to even react before he ties my hands in front of me, arms outstretched. He pulls my legs off the bed, forcing my knees to the ground as I lie prone on his bed. He uses his leg to separate my legs, so that my entire lower half is available to him. I feel my heels being thrown off, and my shorts and underwear are practically being torn from my body.

He chuckles. “You’re not very good at the whole ‘not letting me do that’ thing.”

He walks away from me, and I hear his dresser drawer open. He rummages through it a bit, and then closes it again. He steps right behind me, and I feel the cool, hard, wooden paddle rub against my asscheeks. Three soft raps against my backside, and then WHAP! A hard slap against it, then another one follows. I cry out in surprised pain, and then moan softly, feeling another one hit me. I can practically feel the beautiful bruises forming as the paddling continues.

One, two, three more hits, and I hear him toss the paddle aside. He places his hand on my ass and squeezes it.

He whispers, almost growls, “That’s enough of that. I think it’s time to wreck this body.”

He unties my hands and lifts me off the bed, forcing me to my knees in front of him. He slowly pulls down his pants and underwear, pulling out his thick cock, dangling it just beyond my lips.

“You know the drill.”

I smile, salaciously, with my most playful eyes.

“Make. Me.”

He grabs my hair in his left beyoğlu escort hand and yanks on it, using his other to slap me across the cheek, twice, hard. I feel the familiar slight daze, and the fuzziness that accompanies my descent into subspace.

At that moment, there is nothing more on my mind than pure obedience.

I take his cock into my mouth, savoring it as I move my head up and down the length of his shaft. I hear him moan and I use my tongue to trace his cock, circling it right around the tip. He grunts, and breathes heavily, grabbing me by the back of my head. He forces his cock down my throat, jerking me up and down, using my throat as his cocksleeve. Eventually, he decides to stop facefucking me and pulls it out.

My face is a mess of saliva, tears, and running makeup. And I want nothing more than to be ruined further.

He guides me back to his bed, using my hair as a leash, and bends me over it again. He teases his cock just inside my pussy before jamming it in.

He pounds me hard, slapping my ass a few times, and uses it as leverage to ram me harder. I am in ecstasy, being used as a warm body to fuck.

He abruptly leans over me and yanks on my hair, pulling my head up. I squeak in surprise, slight pain, and the pleasure that comes from that simple action.

He nibbles on my ear and growls, “What are you?”

“Daddy’s little whore, Sir!”

He chuckles and slaps my ass hard. “Don’t you ever forget it!”

He pulls his cock out of my pussy, and traces his finger around my asshole.

“Just as wonderfully tight as ever, slut.”

I know exactly what he wants me to say. “Will you please fuck my ass, Daddy?”

He kağıthane escort sighs. “Oh, I don’t know if I really want to…”

“Oh, pretty please, Daddy? I’ll do anythi-Oh!”

He’s forced his way into my ass, using my slick wetness as lubrication, and has begun to pound it. Our shared yells, screams and squeals of pleasure are primal, animalistic and pure eroticism. I feel my pleasure building, and the rising intensity of his own moans indicate that the feeling is mutual.

He pulls his cock out of my ass and pulls me to the ground. He’s rapidly jerking his cock, and commands, “Kneel.”

I spring to my position, kneeling, hands behind my back. I hear him groan, and the hot and sticky cum spray onto my face and chest. He reaches to the other side of his bed and throws me a towel. As I wipe it off me, he walks over to his drawer.

“On your back, your turn.”

I squeal and practically leap onto the bed. He walks over, and turns on the Hitachi, pressing it firmly against my clit. He inserts two fingers into my pussy, and rapidly rubs right against my G-spot. He quickly and masterfully makes me climb to the edge of indescribable pleasure.

He abruptly pulls his fingers out and the Hitachi off. And as I’m breathing, gasping, wishing for just one more small stroke, he tosses over my shorts, underwear and shoes.

“Wh-what?!”

“You said you’d do anything. Run along now. Enjoy your night.”

As I put my clothes on, frenzied and unable to form the words of outrage, he starts to drag me towards the door. As I head through it, he slaps me on the ass one more time, peaking me further with the sting of the bruises.

I click my heels across the campus, my desperation lit by the street lights.

As I walk pass the Student Activities Center, I see a lone guy looking me over in the pale moonlight.

God, all I want to do is cum…

I don’t care who…

I stride over to him, swaying my hips slightly and giving him a good look at the chest.

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Marriage can be the most beautiful thing. But then it can be the most soul destroying thing also. People have a habit of changing once you put a ring on their finger. They can become a completely unrecognisable from the one you fell in love with. Of course this doesn’t always happen, some marriages go on to be great successes, where the love grows.

Jenny Jones fished in her bag for her keys, it was late she was tired and getting more and more frustrated. She could hear them rattling but wherever she felt she couldn’t put her hand on them. She lifted her heavy hand and thumped a couple of times on the white door of her home.

“Dave”, she called out, “Dave” again.

She listened to hear some commotion, cans clattering to the ground, biting her bottom lips she waited stepping backwards a little. The door swung open fast, “what the fuck are you doing you stupid bitch, where are your keys, Christ almighty!”, Dave shouted before slouching back towards his chair and the blaring TV.

Jenny took a deep breath and stepped in through the now ajar door. She managed to drag the bags of shopping that she had been out to get into the kitchen and sat down on one of the kitchen stools. Dave was still sounding off, “stupid bitch”, she would hear and “bloody incompetent whore!”, stuff like that. Jenny silently started to put away the food into the cupboards, she was becoming immune to Dave’s rants, “water off a duck’s back”, she said under her breath.

The first six months with Dave had been fantastic, the best that Jenny could have dreamt of. They were in love and were going to spend the rest of their lives together, what else could she possibly want? They bought a nice little town house just out of the city, it was just perfect for them, just one bedroom, but that was all they needed. Dave worked as a Forman for one of the big construction companies and was doing well, he was up for promotion. That’s when it all started to go wrong. Dave had an accident, one of those freak-of-nature accidents. He was in a coma for three months. Jenny didn’t leave his side the whole time he was lying there and her joy when he one day squeezed her hand was immeasurable. The Doctors said that he was a ‘miracle’ that they ‘had never seen such an amazing recovery’ from such a life-threatening situation. But the man who woke up wasn’t the same one she had known before. And she wasn’t the only one who noticed, soon enough Dave had alienated his entire family and Jenny’s, so much so that they were no long welcome at anybody’s house and on one occasion Dave had to be restrained by her two brothers. Dave now got his disability allowance paid and spent his days slouching in front of the TV. Dave’s allowance wasn’t much so Jenny had to do twelve hour shifts at the clothes store to help keep them both. They had to leave their beautiful little town house and now lived in a trailer park surrounded by the worst people of society, drug dealers, pimps and whores.

Jenny was exhausted she unpacked her groceries and headed down the trailer to the sleeping compartment. She collapsed onto the soft bed and immediately fell asleep.

Jenny dreamt, she always seemed to dream these days and it was always the same dream. She dreamt of a life of eternal luxury, she would be dressed in finest leather, have the finest Italian shoes, have diamonds and jewels dripping off her fingers. She would be seated on a black throne with men and women in various states of undress bowed at her feet.

Jenny was woken by her alarm, she slammed her hand down to stop its infernal beeping. She got up and looked in the mirror, she still had her make-up on from the previous day. She let out a deep sigh and stepped into the small bathroom. Twenty minutes later she was dressed and ready to leave. She stepped out of the trailer careful not to wake Dave and started her twenty minute walk to work.

Jenny was attractive, she was five foot six inches tall, she had long dark hair that was straight that she always wore back in a tail. She was slim, but perfectly formed, her large breasts had always been a major asset for her in her younger days. Jenny laughed, younger days she thought, I feel fifty and I’m on twenty two. She trudged out of the trailer park and down the pavement towards the corner. At ten past seven in the morning this part of town was ghostly, most people didn’t have jobs and were most likely still in bed or drunk or passed-out from the previous night – she hated it. Jenny walked her familiar route down the main street and up to the ‘Minsk Emporium’. Considering the area and the clientele, Jenny always though that the name sounded far to grand. Minskies as the staff called it was a small clothing manufacturer and retailer. Jenny worked in the retail division, she made her way up the stairs to the small staff room and hung her coat in her locker before returning to the shop floor.

“Good Morning Jenny and how are we today?” came a upbeat voice from behind her.

Jenny sighed, smiled and turned, “Good morning Mr Minsk, I am very well thank you and yourself?”

George Minsk was the kuşadası escort owner and manager of the Minsk Emporium and just like the name of the shop he was grand and just like the shop he wasn’t really that grand at all. He was a short man standing at just over five foot, he was fat too with a beard and moustache, a short fat hairy little man. However he was always cheerful and as much as Jenny hated to be that cheerful in the morning she had to admit he had a way of making her feel a little better about life.

“Good good” he said before trotting off up to what he called his office, but was really the sewing room. Minsk was an excellent tailor, he mainly specialised in women’s clothes and had made quite a name for himself in the local area. Jenny was usually busy and that morning was no exception. Even though Minskies was located in what was considered the bad part of town people would travel from quite far away so that George could make them that special something for this party or a provocative something for that party. There was one major difference between this tailor shop and any other that Jenny had found strange at first but now just accepted. George Minsk worked in complete privacy, he would not let anyone see his creations; as he called them; at all, not even when they were finished. They garment was always sealed in a black fabric bag and handed to the customer by Jenny who even then had no idea what was inside. Jenny would greet the customer, hand them their black bag, take receipt of their payment and then see them out. That was pretty much all she did – oh, there was intercom, a device installed between Jenny’s desk and George’s workroom to let him know that customer was there for a fitting – but that was all. Jenny at first was obviously curious and had at times tried to as George what was in the bags, but he would always ignore the question and start a conversation about something completely different. By now Jenny had given up guessing and just accepted the fact that she would never know what they were. Her job wasn’t particularly full-filling but it paid well and that was really all that mattered at the moment.

Unusually Jenny had a quiet afternoon, she took the time to sort out her stock room, she neatly arranged the black bags so that it was easy for her to see who’s belonged to whom.

“That’s better”, she said with a smile and nod, satisfied at the job she had done.

Just then Jenny noticed that a black bag had fallen behind the left hand shelf, “that wont do”, she said bending down to try and retrieve it. The bag and its contents had wedged itself quite tightly behind the shelf and no matter how hard Jenny pulled she could not move it. She stood up and considered her options, she could try to move the shelf out a little, however that would take time as the shelf was very heavy and was laden with lots and lots of black bags, Jenny dismissed this idea. Jenny looked around the room and noticed a large pair of tailor’s scissors, option two she thought, cut the bag open retrieve the item and then re-bag it, George should never know.

Jenny set about preparations for her plan, she found a brand new black bag and labelled it up correctly, copying George’s immaculate handwriting as best she could. She wrote : Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar, 13 Windsor Terrace. Jenny made sure the tags looked the same even down to the elaborate drawing that George always put in the corner, a picture of a red dragon. Jenny had done a good job it was almost identical from the other. Jenny was now ready to execute her plan.

Jenny waited until ten minutes before closing and then checking that the coast was clear she took her position just to the side of the shelving and took a deep breath before starting to cut along the seam of the bag. She cut the entire length before slipping her hand in and pulling out the contents. Jenny pulled out a large box, she was careful to ease it out of the bag. She then quickly took the bag and placed it into the new bag and closed the flap. Jenny sighed a deep breath of relief, even though George was a nice guy she wasn’t sure how he would react if he had caught her doing what she just did. Jenny went back out into the shop and stood there tapping her pen against the counter top. She glanced back over at the bag, she hadn’t sealed it yet, her curiosity was running wild, she played it over in her mind, it wouldn’t hurt to look, what’s the harm? After a couple of minutes of sneaking glances and convincing herself that it would be ok she went back to the bag, she pulled the flap down and eased the box out placing it on the table.

Jenny spent a few seconds just looking at the box, it was pure white with a embossed dragon on the lid. She then carefully removed the lid and placed it to one side before peeling the tissue paper apart and peering inside. Jenny looked down at a black corset top, it was beautiful, made of silk and lace, embroidered with various beads and jewels. Jenny ran her fingers over the material, it was so soft to the touch. She lifted the corset out of the box and held kuşadası escort bayan it up, it was boned in front to hold in the waist and the back was held together by a delicate looking but strong lacing system. Jenny carefully placed the corset to one side, also in the box was a pair of black silk gloves, the opera style, the ones that go right up over your elbow. Also included were suspenders that she worked out fastened to the corset, and stockings as well, the old fashioned seamed stockings. She placed these to the side and opened a smaller box within the larger one. Inside this box were a pair of boots, but not ordinary boots, they were spectacular, black shiny leather high heeled oxford style boots, they mush have had a six inch heel on them and for laces there was a delicate black ribbon. The sole of the boot was beige like leather and they felt so soft and smelt so good. Jenny ran her hands over the shoe, there were two small D rings on either side where the ankle would be but apart from they there was little on them. Jenny placed them carefully back in the box and put it to one side. The last item was in a small jewellery box, Jenny opened it and looked in at a very ornate choker. It was made of black leather the same as the boots, which fastened around the neck and then it had lots of small chains hanging from it in a v shape that would certainly fall down into your cleavage if you wore it. Jenny couldn’t help but slip it round her neck and fasten it. The cold steel of the chains felt refreshing against her chest and she liked the way it felt as she looked at herself in the mirror.

“It suits you” a stern voice said behind her.

Jenny spun round to see George Minsk standing in the doorway looking at her, “Mr Minsk, I um”. Jenny flustered trying to remove the collar but having no luck.

George Minsk however didn’t look angry, if anything he stood there with a wry smile as Jenny struggled to remove the collar. “There is no point struggling my girl”, George said stepping forward, “just stand still”. Jenny stopped struggling and stood still awaiting her punishment. “How long have you worked here Jenny?” George asked walking up and down in front of Jenny.

“Four years Mr Minsk”, Jenny replied in an almost military style.

“And in those four years have you ever looked inside a bag before?” asked George stopping and looking up at her to get her response.

“No Mr Minsk, never”, replied Jenny.

George started to pace once again, “and” said George.

“And what?” replied Jenny confused.

“And did you like what you saw today?”

“Very much Mr Minsk, they are beautiful clothes, you are very talented” replied Jenny in a sort of stutter.

George Minsk smiled, “why thank you Jenny”, he replied, “tell me Jenny how are things at home?”

Jenny was a little surprised by his question but in her current state of mind she would have answered most anything, “its alright Mr Minsk thanks for asking”.

“Really?”, he replied, “you see I though you lived in a trailer park with your no-good husband who sits around drinking beer and watching television all day while you go out to work”.

Jenny looked startled, “but how…?”

George just smiled, “I like you Jenny, come with me now, I am going to make things better for you”. George walked out of the back room and locked the front door and then made his way upstairs, Jenny followed still wearing the collar that she had been unable to remove. They made their way past the staff room and towards the sewing room. George stopped at the door and turned back and smiled at Jenny before taking her hand and leading her through the doorway.

Jenny stood in the room and let her eyes adjust to the brightness, the walls and ceiling were all pure white, there was a large workbench in the middle of the room with a sewing machine and other tailors tools, There were various mannequins dotted around with various items of clothing adorning them in various stages of completeness. George clapped his hands and seconds later out of a side room a young Asian girl appeared, “yes Master”, she said bowing to George.

“Ling, get me Jenny’s box please”, George said.

“Very good Master”, replied Ling scurrying off back into the room from where she came.

Jenny had noticed that Ling was dressed in the same black boots and black corset that she had seen downstairs, she also had a short black leather skirt and stockings on, with the seams of course and also had the same collar as Jenny now wore.

George pulled out a two chairs sitting in one he gesturing for Jenny to sit in the other. Jenny sat down looking straight at George. “You look confused Jenny”, George said with a wide smile.

Jenny nodded, “yes George, what is all of this?”

George laughed, “this is my world”, he said standing stretching his arms out and twirling around, “it is a world of power, a world of love and a world of excitement”.

Jenny sat watching him as he twirled slowly round.

“You see”, George said stopping and standing before her, “the world is escort kuşadası divided into two types of people, those who serve and those who are served, or submissive and Dominant, or slaves and Masters”.

George looked deep into Jenny’s eyes, “the question is Jenny, what are you?”

Jenny lowered her head, “I don’t know”.

“But that’s alright”, George said loudly making Jenny jump, tomorrow you will find out, I am sending you to a very dear friend of mine and she will help you see what is really inside you”.

“Alright George”, Jenny said nodding.

“Excellent”, George said smiling and nodding.

George went over to the small cabinet by the window and retrieved a thick envelope. “Tomorrow don’t come to work but instead go here”. Jenny looked at the envelope, written in George’s perfect handwriting was St Luke’s Preparatory School, 13 Windsor Terrace.

“A school?” Jenny asked looking up.

“Yes Jenny a school”, replied George moving towards the door. Ling had returned carrying a large white box, George took it and slid it into a black bag before sealing it. He then handed the box to Jenny, “take this with you and don’t open it or the envelope until you get there, ask to see Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar and give her the envelope”.

Jenny nodded standing up and leaving the room, she felt like she was in a dream as she slowly descended the steps and walked out into the early evening street. She walked home slowly staring at the street, carrying the large box in her hands, it was cold but she didn’t notice, it was good job as she had left her coat behind at work.

Jenny walked into the park and up to her trailer, she fished her keys out of her purse and quietly opened the door. Dave was snoring in his armchair, the television blaring out. Jenny went straight to the bedroom and slid the box under the bed out-of-sight. She then set about making dinner and tidying up.

That night she didn’t sleep much, there were too many questions going through her mind.

Jenny woke the next morning and eagerly jumped out of bed. She dressed in her smartest clothes and prettied herself up the best she could. Lastly she pulled the box out from under the bed slid it and the envelope into a large plastic bag and left the trailer. To get to Windsor Terrace Jenny had to take the number two bus for about six miles over towards the rich side of town. As she sat looking out the windows at the beautiful house her mind drifted back to her house and her perfect life before things went all wrong. Jenny got off the bus and walked up Windsor Terrace to number thirteen. Above the door was a big sign ‘St Luke’s Preparatory School’, the building was quite old, grey stone and cast iron. Jenny entered through the big wrought iron gates and went up to the lady in reception. She was very pretty and quite tall, wearing a very tight outfit that emphasised her ample bosoms. She smiled as Jenny approached, “hello my name is Jenny Jones and I am here to see Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar”.

The receptionist glanced down at her concealed desk, “very good”, she said sternly, “please take a seat, Mistress will be with you shortly”.

“Thank you”, Jenny said before moving over and taking a seat in a large leather armchair.

Jenny sat quietly watching as people entered and left the building, men and women all immaculately dressed in concealing but highly provocative wear.

“Jenny Jones”, a sweet voice called.

Jenny jumped up, “yes”, she said

In front of Jenny stood a young girl. “Very good please follow me”, the voice replied. Jenny followed her down the corridor. She could have been any thing between sixteen and twenty but Jenny couldn’t be sure. She was dressed all in white and stood out quite brilliantly from her drab surroundings, a white fitted frilly blouse, white long flowing skirt and a dainty pair of white high heels and her hair was bright blonde. Jenny followed her right to the end of the corridor. They came to large oak door. The girl knocked once and then pushed the heavy doors apart, walking through they entered a large white room. Jenny stopped and looked around alarmed, the room was very similar to the one her dream, the large black throne, the white room.

“Jenny”, a friendly voice from the corner shouted, “my, my how are you my girl?”

Jenny looked over to see a tall pretty lady walking towards her, Jenny faintly recognised her from the shop, “Mistress Elizabeth van der Sar?”, Jenny said inquisitively.

She laughed, “You can call me Mistress”, she said coming round in front of Jenny.

Mistress Elizabeth was dressed in a black lace up corset, no doubt on of George’s, a long black leather skirt, knee high black leather stiletto boots, elbow length black leather gloves and a black collar similar to hers. Jenny put her hand up to her neck, she still had it on, she had forgotten all about the collar.

Mistress smirked as she saw Jenny touching the collar, “yes they can be such a burden if you didn’t intend to put it on, you see the problem is that once you fixed it they are damn near impossible to remove”. Mistress stepped up and sat upon her throne. “Now my girl, have you thought about your position in life, because as I see it you are currently in limbo, the question is whether you want to ascend to a position of power of descend to a position of no power?”.

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She had promised to take what he desired to do to her, and as she sobbed, he lay beside her, took her in his arms and praised her, stroking her hair.

As they lay quietly, he reached up and released her from her bondage, rubbed her wrists and gently removed the nipple clamps and suction cup. She panted as the blood flow to her nipples returned and the pain of slight touch as he brushed against them filled her core. He resisted touching the swollen clit. That could wait until she had come back to herself a little more and could take more stimulation.

As she was cradled in his shoulder, she whispered, “Thank you Sir.” Knowing her as he did, he knew exactly what she had needed. She needed the release that the pain gave her. She talked to him about how sometimes her skin felt too tight and only a therapeutic beating could relieve her of that tension. It was a mutual release for both of them and she was glad that she could give him what he needed too.

“Just wait here for me, Angel.” He gently laid her head on the pillow and got up, kissed her forehead and left otele gelen escort the room. When he returned, he helped her sit up and handed her a glass of water to sip. Her hands shook a little as she took the glass and he helped her to drink. As she sat up she winced and he couldn’t help smiling.

“A little tender, are we?” He brushed the hair off her face soothingly and wiped her eyes and cheeks.

“Just a bit, Sir but I’m so glad that I could do that for you. That I could hand myself into your keeping knowing that you will always honour the trust I’ve placed in your hands. It’s not everyone who sees my vulnerable side. I lay it all at your feet, my King. I surrender everything to you.”

“I’m so proud of you, girl. Thank you for giving me everything you had.” He reached over for her fluffy dressing gown and helped her into it and despite the heat emanating from her bottom she had started shivering. They lay there enjoying their closeness, caressing each other comfortingly and sharing gentle kisses as their bodies türkmen escort moulded together. They dozed lightly, tired after their exertion. A short while later, she felt him stirring against her leg. Her eyes twinkling with glee, she giggled like a little girl.

He opened one eye and took in the shy smile. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just that… um… your cock…Sir, would you like me to take care of that for you?”

A grin spread across his face. He was glad that she felt more confident to initiate the action.

“Just what are you proposing?” He knew that she sometimes had difficulty saying what she wanted. “Use your words. Tell me what you want to do for me.”

After a few moments, having considered her response, she answered hesitantly, “Sir, I want to take your cock in my mouth, I want to run my tongue up and down your shaft, as I cradle your balls. i want to take you as deep as I can down my throat until you are nearly there. Then I’d be honoured Sir to offer your my…um…” she blushed and whispered “my evi olan escort cunt”, her face glowing with embarrassment, “to sow your seed into. I hope I’m not being too forward, Sir.”

He chuckled and pulled her closer. “Well done, girl. I know it’s hard. Oh no, wait that’s me!” She loved it when he was light hearted and he loved to make her smile.

The smile on her face continued. “So Sir, may i?” she asked with more confidence.

“Actually girl, as much as I love you sucking my cock, I have a better idea. I want you to bathe me.”

She remembered that phone conversation, the one that he had mentioned pissing on her, asking her to swallow his urine. Would she be able to do it when the time came? She had promised she would try even though it had always been a hard limit. And try she would. New things are always going to be a little scary but what frightened her most was disappointing him. “I can do this.” she said to herself. Facing her fears made her a better submissive and what better than to fulfil his wishes.

She rose from the bed and held out her hand to him. Leading him to the bathroom, he noticed a new set to her shoulders. He too remembered that talk. He knew the inner turmoil that was going on in her head. This would be a test of her submission. Not the bathing, she had already been enthusiastic about that but would she lay down her fears at his feet.

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(This story is dedicated to Lady S, to whom I am enslaved. It is about extortion, blackmail, money slavery, forced-bi, unsafe sex, and should be viewed as fantasy. I am flameproof, don’t need foolish, anonymous public comments, but if you want to email me with comments, I will respond. Hope you enjoy.)

The windshield wipers squeaked as he got on the Saw Mill Parkway. As he fed into traffic, he exhaled again, to relieve the tension. But it would only be momentary. He knew that too.

Today was going to be both methodically IN his control, and maddeningly NOT in his control.

He had to take the day off work, and plan it around Michelle not finding out about it. Setting his away messages, and his excuses to give him the whole day, which he might need. He didn’t know.

On the passenger seat next to him was a “play bag.” Overnight bag with a plastic bagged, clean change of clothing. His toiletries so that he came home smelling the same way that he left. Underwear included. Into the same bag would go anything that would smell or look like he had NOT been in the office that day. In a separate compartment was his work material. Blackberry and a file or two in case he had to refer to it.

But there was nothing else. Usually, he would have all manner of bdsm toys, etc. for him and his partner to play with. Today, he was nstructed by Lady S to bring nothing in that regard.

His wallet and keys were all he carried now. And those keys jangled warning bells as he veered off the exit for Tarrytown. He glanced at the directions in his hand, and made a right at the foot of the exit. The motel would be at the side of the road, on his right, about a mile down. He inhaled deeply again. But the tension was not going away that quickly this time.

As he saw the motel up ahead, the windshield wipers swiped the light rain off the windshield, and was oddly in tune with his heartbeat. He was early pulling into the parking lot, and thought of Lady S again, and her instructions. Being 5 minutes early was no better than being five minutes late.

He paused. He was instructed to go directly to the room. But he was early, and instead sat in the car and waited. Looking at the room set off to the side, slightly isolated.

She had paid for it with his credit card, along with a few more trinkets for the afternoon. He had long since given up being able to control how or when she used the card.

He had wisely set the spending limit low on this card, but was still concerned with he had given her the number in a moment of weakness two years ago. She had been “fair” in her usage of it, but a few recurring expenses added up. This is how it all happened with the two of them. Very very gradually she built up her knowledge of him and the weapons she needed to coerce him if necessary into doing what she wanted.

Lady S, as he called her, made it clear that it would be very “unwise” of him to not meet her demands.

“I would start out small with the steps I would take,” she said one night to him on the phone, while they were in that mutually hypnotic haze they got into whenever they discussed their “financial partnership.” She slowly said, “I’d pick just one vulnerability area — home, business, neighborhood, friends, family — and do something small that would probably mean nothing and expose nothing. Until they get a second or third piece of the puzzle.”

He could hear her rubbing her pussy through the telephone. Shamefully, HE was getting hard too as they went through this verbal ritual. “But that first puzzle piece might be a meaningless password to a profile, or site that would contain your image or something that would cause you great life-changes. Do you want to go there? Do you want to start this process? Do you want to start this snowball going down the hill, and with it the fear of what you might be unleashing? I have an awful lot of steps I can take to convince you otherwise, don’t I, Arthur?”

I shook that image from my head, and looked at my watch. It was time. I got out of the car with my bag, and headed across the way.

Her car was in front of the motel door. The room was off to the side, and they were alone. No one next door for five doors. No one upstairs. Privacy. He inhaled as he approached the kuşadası escort door and – as he was instructed to do – simply enter through the unlocked door. It was dark inside.

* * * *

“Right on time!” She laughed. “Stay where you are a minute. We’re videotaping this.”

I nodded my head. “Say yes, Arthur,” she instructed.

“Yes,” I replied. We?

“Good,” she replied. “We need to just complete a few things first. Why don’t you tell us your full name, and such. Some personal information about yourself. Speak clearly for the video camera.”

I spoke my name into the camera, and then my address.

“More. You know what I want on here.” She was insistent.

I continued. I included my wife’s name. My son’s. The company I worked for. My boss. My neighbors. My friends. Finally, I paused.

“That’s good Arthur. And, you walked in that door on your own accord, correct?”

I nodded. “Yes, Lady S.”

“Good. No coercion was used. Could you walk out right now?”

I didn’t know what to say. I knew that I couldn’t, but I couldn’t say that on this recording. I knew what she wanted this recording for, and I had to give it to her.

And then I realized that, then again, I was here on my own accord, really. Lady S and I had been talking about this for two years. She had slowly boxed me into a position where even if I wanted to back out, I didn’t know what would happen. But we both know where this was going, and I accepted that. But it didn’t make me any less frightening.

“Yes Lady S. I am here voluntarily.”

“Good. Now, there is a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs on the chair next to the door. Get them now, put the blindfold in, and cuff your hands behind your back. This is for “play purposes,” right? Do you do this voluntarily as well, Arthur?”

“Yes Lady S.” And I reached for the handcuffs on the chair. They were cold, hard and real.

“Put one on your right wrist first, Arthur. Then the blindfold. Then the other cuff, behind your back. Let’s hurry now.”

And I did it. Got the blindfold on, and clicked the cuffs locked behind my back.

“Turn around,” she said. “So I can have a photo of this. Of YOU putting yourself in bondage. How lovely.” I heard the faint click of the camera, then her heels moving toward me. She turned me around and started guiding me slowly across the room. She talked as she did. “This afternoon is for a purpose, and we both know that. For you to prove your commitment to me, and this Thing we are in. Get to your knees slowly and stay still.” She helped me down, and I obeyed her. I stayed stone still.

I heard her rustling around. Then I heard a second person across the room. Also moving something. I sensed the light in the room had gotten brighter. Floodlights, perhaps.

Then, Lady S was next to me again. She played with my hair a moment. “I’m going to take the blindfold off, and you’re going to look directly into the video camera again. Do not look up. You’ll answer my questions accordingly.”

“Yes,” I replied. And she lifted the blindfold from my eyes again. Two lights were shining on me. “Do NOT look up at us. Understand?”

She said. All I saw were four naked legs in front of me. Two female legs — Lady S — and two strong male legs: whose I did not know. Then the light went on on the video camera.

Now, the male legs advanced forward, as Lady S moved behind the video camera.

“Now you know, Arthur, what you are going to be doing, don’t you? What I want this video of.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Tell me. Tell the video camera.”

“You want a video of me sucking a cock for you.”

“Will this be your first cock, Arthur.” She kept using my name.

“Yes it is.”

Now the man in front of me began stroking his cock. It was thick and appeared long. The camera, however, was trained on me, and did not show his face, which was above the frame. My face was the star of this production.

“And you are doing this voluntarily, aren’t you?”

“Yes Lady S.”

And with that, the cock was in my face. “Then start, Arthur. Start sucking.”

And I took my first cock into my mouth. It was an odd sensation. Hard skin. Thick.

The man’s hand now was on the kuşadası escort bayan back of my head. Very slowly, he began to kick up a rhythm. Slowly into my mouth. Then slowly out. “Hmmmm. Looks great, Arthur. Keep it up.”

He started getting harder. My hands were still tied, and I began to feel frightened.

Lady S and I had always spoken about a condom for something like this. But there was none in sight. But I could say nothing, as his cock was in my mouth.

“That looks great. Now turn toward me a bit.” And I saw a flash, as she was getting digital stills of this. I glanced up and saw that Lady S. was wearing a mask to hide her own face from the camera, should it appear.

“I want to see him go deep. Take it all in, then hold it.” And as his cock went deeper into my mouth and then my throat, the Man whose cock I was sucking moaned, and he held my head.

“Hold him there,” she instructed the Man. Then a flash. Then another. Then he let go, pulled out, and I was allowed to rest a moment. Lady S. put the camera on pause.

The flashing light shined. She changed the cartridge on her camera. “Ok, now the money shot.”

Now I began panicking. I pulled my mouth off the Man’s cock, and gasped out to her.

“You said that you wouldn’t make me take a cock bareback. Please have him put a condom on before he cums.”

Both Lady S, and the Man above me now huckled. “I don’t think so, hon. You’re going to get a mouthful of cum.” She said matter-of-factly. “Regardless of what I promised you before, that’s what I came here to see.”

“Please no! I’ll do anything!” I begged. I was truly frightened.

And with that, Lady S gave a small laugh. She walked over to me and ran her fingers through my hair “Anything, huh?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She then walked slowly over to the door, where my pants were. I heard her doing something, then, a moment later, she came back to me with my wallet in hand.

“Let’s see what we have here,” she said, as she looked in my billfold area. “Twenty, 40, 60, 110, . . $180?” She took the cash out, and held it in front of me. “You expect to buy a condom from me with this?” She took the money anyway, and tucked it in her black bra.

“Please! Please don’t make me take his cum in my mouth!” I begged. My heart was pumping.

Silence for a moment, then she began looking through the wallet again. She pull out a credit card. “This is your play card, isn’t it?” She said, as she held up my Republic Bank Visa card. I nodded. “What is the limit?”

“$1500 I think.”

She then reached for her cellphone, and began dialing the phone number on the back of the card. “Get that cock back in your mouth,” she snapped, and I began sucking again.

I could hear the automated voice from the cellphone give punch-in choices. Lady S was making them. Then, after a few choices, she moved to me and held the phone to my ear. “You want a condom? Then you’re going to do one simple thing: You’re going to raise the limit on this card.”

The voice on the other end of the phone now came up. “Customer Service. How can we help you.”

I then spoke into the cellphone. “Yes, I’d like to raise my limit on this card.”

The cheery Customer service woman then asked, “I can help you with that. What would you like your limit raised to?”

Lady S was listening and whispered to me “$10,000.”

I looked up at her, but her eyes were stone serious. “Just fucking do it!” she hissed. “$10,000?”

“I’m sorry but we can only raise it today to $6000. And your have been approved for authorization for that amount. I would just need your pin number and the answer to your security question. Your pin first.”

I paused, looked up to Lady S, and said into the cell “5679.” Both she and the Customer Service woman noted it.

“And now the answer to your security question: Who was your third grade teacher?”

I looked up to Lady S. “Mrs. Goodman.” She smiled also, as the Customer service woman said. “Alright. You’ve authorized us to raise the limit on your card to $6000. Will there be anything else today?”

Lady S said softly to me, “Tell her that you have to leave, but that your wife will be changing the security question and pin number.”

I escort kuşadası paused. She wanted to have control over this account. I had no choice.

So I told the customer service woman what Lady S had asked, and when she asked for me to put my wife on, she took the phone, and walked into the bathroom of the motel room, where I could not hear her complete the call.

And as I tried to listen, the Man grabbed my head and shoved his cock into it again. He spoke his first words. “Looks like you’re fucked. She’s gonna change the pin and passcode, and the account will be hers. You won’t be able to get back in to lower the limit again. You’ll just get the bill each month. Fucked man.”

A few moments later, Lady S came out of the bathroom with a smile. When she put her cell phone away, she came out of her pocketbook with two condoms in her hand. She held them up to show me. Lady S then reached into her purse again and came out with a tiny sewing kit. She plucked a sewing needle from the kit, and then began punching holes through the foil and spearing through one of the condoms over and over. She smiled while doing this.

Lady S then approached me with both condoms, and put them behind her back. She mixed them up behind her back, then came out with both hands, the condoms hidden in her palms. I would have to choose which one I would get. “Let’s see how lucky you are today. Fifty-fifty chance, honey. Your choice.”

I paused a moment, then chose the one in her right hand. She instantly tossed the other one over her shoulder. “Blindfold him again,” she instructed the man. “I want this to be a surprise for him.”

I was in the dark again, and I heard her opening up the condom, and reaching to hand it to the Man above me. He rolled it onto himself, and in a second, I was again sucking his cock. Lady S started the camera again.

He pulled me to his cock again. I could taste the latex, which was worse than his bare cock. Not knowing whether the condom was broken or not was making me nervous. Had I made the right choice?

His cock started getting harder and bigger in my mouth. Lady S was breathing faster. “Suck him! Do it now. Harder.”

Then she moved back across the room again, and came back. Now she took my blindfold off. “Keep sucking. I wanted to show you this.” And in her hand was the condom she had tossed across the room, that I didn’t choose. The foil was riddled with holes.

“Ok? Feel better?” She asked, comfortingly. And I nodded through teary eyes, taking his cock into my throat for the first time. She cheered. “Yes! Alright. What a great cocksucker.”

His pace picked up. She now rubbed her pussy, watching. “Keep sucking. Don’t disappoint me,” she urged. “Just imagine how I’m going to pillage this credit card. I’m going to keep it at the limit every month. It’s your job to keep it going. Got it?”

Now, the Man grabbed my head with both hands and began pumping into my mouth. “Take it all, Arthur. Do it.” And I heard Lady S now humming a vibrator over her clit. “Come on! All the way.”

And with that, I felt a sudden rush of cum in my mouth! I tried pulling away, but I couldn’t. “Hold him there. Hold him. Make him take it all,” she urged. And my mouth was filled with his cum. What was happening??

Lady S put her mouth right to my ear, “You’ll lick anything that drips out of your mouth off the floor. You’ll hold it in your mouth for the camera.”

And the Man pulled out of my mouth, and I saw that his condom was riddled with holes just as the other one was. “Let’s see the cum.” And I showed the camera. “GREAT shot.”

“Now, fucking swallow it, Arthur! Do it RIGHT now.” And I had no choice. It was all in my mouth now.

When he was finally all done, she came over to me and ran her fingers through my hair. “The condom you picked, I had already punched with holes, so you couldn’t win. Both would have leaked. This is what I wanted. I wasn’t going to let you get away with it.” And she kissed my cheek, and hugged me.

“You’ll probably be fine. There’s nothing you can do now about it anyway.”

And with that, she eased me to my feet, and over to the bed in the room, and bent me over the edge, and because my arms were behind me, I fell face first on the bed. My ass in the air.

“Now, hon, it’s time for you to start bidding on how much you would give to keep that cock out of your ass.” And both she and the Man began laughing, and I was held face down.

“Let’s start the bidding at $1000,” she said. As serious as a car wreck.

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Arrival at the Training School

It’s done! The contract is signed and I’ll spend three years as a Fuckdoll.

As the plane lands I’m wondering what it will be like at the training school, what more can possibly happen to me? I’m 18 and I’ve been stripped, beaten and fucked in public. My parents have watched me being gang fucked by men and women, and that during the interview!

It’s with these thoughts that I leave the airplane and head for the arrivals area. As instructed I have no luggage, only the clothes I’m wearing. I feel good. The tight fitting jeans and tiny mini-skirt accentuate my legs, and the clinging top hugs my body and pushes out my breasts. I like the way the men stare at me as I pass through the crowd, reminds me how hot I really am!

I leave the arrivals area and head towards the airport shopping centre where I’m to meet the representative from Fuckdolls.

As I enter the shopping area I see a stand right in the middle, with the sign “Fuckdolls – New Arrivals” in huge illuminated letters. A big crowd has gathered around the stand and they’re all pushing to get a better look at what’s going on.

A tall security guard comes towards me, “Leticia?”

“Yes.” I reply.

“Come with me.”

He leads me through the crowd to the back of the stand were I meet Alex, the person responsible for the exhibition.

“You’re Leticia? We’ve been waiting for you to start the show.”

“Yes, that’s me.” I reply

“Your file said you were fantastic, but now I see you in person. Wow! You’re hotter than I imagined! I could fuck you right now.”

“Well,” I replied smiling, “according to my contract there’s nothing to stop you.”

“Later.” he said. Obviously not joking if the lump in the front of his jeans means anything.

“We have work to do. Change into these and take your place in front of the stand.”

He gives me the tiniest thong and bikini top I have ever seen. The top is just two circles of leather with straps that tie behind my neck and behind my back and the thong is a 1 inch strip of leather with thin leather straps.

My tits bob free as I pull the top over my head and throw it on the chair. I put on the bikini top with my nipples in the leather circles. Alex tightens the straps making the dark brown nipples stand out against my black skin.

I slide down my skirt and jeans revealing my shaven pussy and firm muscular ass to the world. The bikini bottom hides nothing! Alex adjusts it so that my pussy lips are squeezed either side of the leather and the leather strip slips into my crack. Tightened like this the pink of my pussy shows either side of the leather.

“OK,” says Alex, “you’re ready. Go and join the others on the stand.”

I pass to the front where the crowd is already staring at the four other new arrivals. The master of ceremonies stands me on a small podium labelled “FDF-3711”.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Fuckdolls new arrivals show. Look at our five new eighteen year old sex slaves. They can be yours to live out your wildest fantasies at any time.”

“Does your wife refuse to give you head or to let you fuck her in the ass? No problem! With your own Fuckdoll you can just snap your fingers and your eighteen year old slave is there, anyway you want her.”

“Unable to cum with your husband? Say ‘Fuck!’ and your slave is there. He’ll suck you, fuck you, whatever you want, whenever you want.”

“Obedience and satisfaction guaranteed at all times. If not you can punish your slave when you want, how you want and where you want.”

“Come closer, examine our beautiful slaves. Don’t they turn you on? I’m sure you’re all horny right now, maybe dreaming of being able to fuck one of them. With your own Fuckdoll you’d özbek escort be able to do that right now, right here.”

He points to a well dressed young man in the middle of the crowd, “You sir, I bet you’re horny right now?”

“As hell!” he shouts.

“Which one turns you on the most?”

He points to the girl next to me. She’s about 5′ 6″ with short silver blond hair, super firm tits with bright red nipples sticking out from the bikini, and a tattoo of a snake slipping down into her cunt.

“Come here,” says the master of ceremonies, “what would you like to do with her?”

“I’d like to pick her up, throw her over the back of that sofa, fuck her in the ass, and then have her suck my cock clean!”

“Now that’s a plan! Go for it!” says the master of ceremonies.

He grabs her round the waist and carries her to a sofa near the window. He’s so horny he can hardly take the time to drop his pants and shorts before throwing her over the back of the sofa. There she is, lying over the sofa, feet touching the floor behind it, her legs spread, her tits hanging down the other side.

The guy almost falls over his pants as he rushes to fuck her, his cock sticking out in front of him.

He takes out a tube of lubricating gel and rubs it around her ass (I later heard this show happens almost every day and the guys come prepared!) then rams his cock in her ass until his balls touch her cheeks, he fucks her like an animal over the sofa until he cums screaming with pleasure as he pumps his load into her ass.

Rushing round in from of her, he pushes his cock into her mouth. “Suck me clean, slave!”

She grabs the cock, fresh from her ass and sucks him off in front of the crowd.

I’m feeling damned excited by this. I almost wish it was me he’d chosen. Then, as if all this was normal, I hear

“Back to your place, Nina.”

“You see how easy it can be? If any of the slaves exposed here excites you, reserve them right now. Just go to one of our sales representatives, tell them which one you want and sign a contract. In one months time he or she will be delivered to your home for your pleasure.”

“Thank you ladies and gentlemen, the presentation is over. We’ll be back tomorrow with a new batch of slaves ready for purchase.”

With that we’re taken back behind the stand.

“OK,” says Alex, “take them to the bus. Not you Leticia, we have unfinished business.”

The guard smiles at Alex, “Not more than 30 minutes,” he says, “I don’t want to be late arriving at the school.”

“Come with me.” the guard says to the others as they leave the stand and head off towards the parking lot.

“What now,” I’m thinking as I eye up Alex. “I suppose he’s horny as hell from watching Nina being fucked. Now it’s my turn.”

Surprisingly, he asks, “Leticia, why are you doing this? You’re a straight A student, you’re a champion gymnast as well as being super at other sports, and you have a body most girls can only dream about. Why become a slave?”

“Is this a trick?” I’m thinking, “Is this another way to find an excuse to punish me and then fuck me?”

“I know what you’re thinking.” he says, “Any way, if I wanted to punish you and fuck you I don’t need an excuse. I can just do it.”

“Hmm, he’s right.” I think. Also, there’s something about his voice. It’s not that commanding “Do this or be thrashed..” type of voice that I’ve heard up to now from Fuckdoll employees.

“I was a slave before signing a contract with Fuckdolls.” I replied, “What you said about me is true, but you forgot to add that I come from a poor family. My parents will never be able to pay for me to go to university so I will have to find work. Without an education I will end up azeri escort as a waitress in a fast food restaurant or as a shop assistant, maybe I’ll get a job as a secretary; with all these I will never be able to save enough to go to university and will remain a slave of being poor. This offers me money and a top education.”

“But it’s a very hard life.” he says, in a sad voice.

I sense a weakness in his voice far from the dominant behaviour of Svetlana, the doctor, or other Fuckdoll employees.

“You were a Fuckdoll, weren’t you?” I ask, “You didn’t finish your 3 year contract?”

“Yes,” he replied, “it was too hard and I renounced my contract after one year. I had a particularly hard owner and couldn’t take it. Fuckdolls realised how hard it had been for me and offered me this job to repay the money I owed them for renouncing the contract.”

(Perhaps I should explain to you dear reader that I am neither a submissive nor a dominant. I can be both, depending on the circumstances. Fuckdolls is a means to make a better future for myself. You probably also know that as a high level athlete I have very strong mental control and powers of concentration.)

“Well Alex,” I replied in the same whiplash voice used by Svetlana, “I will have no such problems! I’m strong unlike you.”

“On your knees!”

The moment of truth, had I misread him? Had I gone too far? Was he going to retake control, punish me for my rudeness, and then fuck me?

He could. I would have to obey or lose my contract. He looked straight in my eyes and for a fraction of a second he did nothing.

“God! I’ve got it wrong.” I thought. Then suddenly he was on his knees!!!

The thrill of power was exhilarating! I was still horny from seeing Nina being ass-fucked and now I could make Alex satisfy me any way I wanted.

Just as I was about to command Alex the guard arrived!

“What the hell is going on here!?”

He could see immediately what had happened.

“So FDF-3711, you think you can play games with Fuckdoll employees!?”

“No, master.” I replied quickly, in as submissive a voice as I could manage.

“Come with me! Alex, as for you…………!!!”

The guard grabbed me by my hair and literally dragged me the 300 yards through the terminal and across the parking to the waiting bus. Well, it wasn’t really a bus, more a prisoner transport vehicle. As he opened the rear door I saw inside contained six individual prison cells with the other four new arrivals firmly attached in their cells.

He led me to my cell and said, “Stand here, legs apart, hands behind your head and don’t dare speak a word¨!”

Entering my cell he slid out the leather seat from the guide channels either side and took it to a storage box at the front of the vehicle. He returned with a wooden seat labelled “FDF-3711”. He slid it into the guides to replace the chair.

I looked at it in horror. It had two enormous leather cocks attached to it, one for my cunt and one for my ass. I recognised immediately the sizes were the maximum measured by the doctor during the medical exam.

“Now let’s see who’s in charge,” he snapped “get in your cell and sit!”

I start to slowly sit down as the two cocks penetrated my ass and cunt. Mercifully they were very slightly lubricated but still agonising.

“Too slow!” said the guard, pushing me hard onto the cocks by my shoulders. The pain was excruciating as the huge cocks violated my body. I screamed in pain.

“Too much noise! You need to learn to obey in silence.” said the guard as he produced a third cock for my mouth.

He pushed the cock between my teeth and forced it into my mouth, tying it firmly behind the back of my neck. The kazank escort cock stretched my jaws to the limit and filled my mouth so that my tongue couldn’t find a place to rest, it had to keep moving and licking around the cock. The size was cleverly calculated, giving the maximum pain without blocking my breathing.

“That’s much better, spread your legs wider.” said the guard, as he proceeded to strap my thighs and legs firmly to the seat, keeping the maximum length of the cocks in my ass and cunt leaving no possibility to move.

“Hands above your head!”

I quickly stretched my hands over my head and the guard attached them to handcuffs hanging down from the room of the van. He adjusted the height so that I was being pulled upwards against the restraints holding my ass on the cocks. This stretched my whole body making my breasts look even bigger and tighter.

“Almost finished.” he said, “FDF-3711 you’re getting special treatment for what you did with a Fuckdoll employee.”

He took two nipple clamps with small weights hanging from them and clipped one to each nipple. There I was, arms stretched upwards and the weights pulling down against my nipples, in agony.

“OK, now we can go. Four hours on back roads and small tracks before we get to the training school. I hope you enjoy the ride!” he said.

The driver starts the engine and the bus pulls out of the parking. The ride on the smooth roads of the airport and then on the highway was painful but OK. The cocks rub as the bus turns corners or brakes and the nipple clamps move from side to side with the motion of the bus. Then, after about 10 minutes, I feel the bus stop at a junction and make a right turn.

Suddenly it starts rocking and rolling as it drives on a small back road. The whole bus bounces up and down in potholes and uneven surfaces in the road. The cocks start to fuck me painfully with the motion of the bus and the nipple clamps jump up and down on my nipples. Each bump in the road sends electric shocks through my tortured body. Even the cock in my mouth is bouncing as if someone is fucking my mouth.

This goes on and on until the bus turns again. This time it must be a dirt track because the motion is even more violent. I’d just started to control the pain at the level of the side road when wham, it tripled on the dirt road. I moaned to myself, miserably, feeling like this was the worst day of my life. It was like suffering the most violent gang of rapists for four continuous hours.

Finally the bus stops and the engine is turned off. My body feels violated, exhausted, beyond the limit of pain. The door opens and the guard comes in with a big grin on his face,

“Did you enjoy the ride FDF-3711?”

Of course I can’t and don’t say anything. I just sit there, waiting, until two women come to my cell.

They open the door and start removing the handcuffs and the straps holding my legs. They gently remove the gag from my mouth and the clamps from my nipples.

“Try to stand up slowly.” says one gently as they stand either side of me and help me up.

The cocks slowly and painfully pop out of my body and I can at last put my legs together and feel the relief of being freed.

They gently help me out of the bus and into the courtyard of the training centre. As I start to look around I see the centre is a large 1930’s style red brick mansion set in about 5 acres of grounds. There is a large barbed wire fence around the grounds and the entrance has double gates with guard posts on each side. The guards are armed.

The two women are dressed in white nurses’ uniforms. “Come with us,” they say gently, “we’ll take you to the infirmary.”

Barely able to walk, I lean against the two women as they take me up the steps and though the main entrance to the building. Inside the building we turn to the right and into the infirmary. They lie me down on a bed and give me pain killers;

“These should help.” says one of them, “Get some rest. Tomorrow you will get your uniform and your training will start.”

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Carrying two sacks of groceries, I hollered out as I came through the front door. Using a hip and a foot, I closed the door and proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen. Stopping halfway, I looked into the living room to see you still bound and stretched out lying in the floor.

“I know, I know…I promised that I would only be a minute or two, but I ran into some of our friends at the store, and just had to chat for a bit.”

From the eye bolts in the ceiling were two thin cords strung taut and tied to your nipples. It appeared that you had given up the strain and let them pull your tied nipples to about a good two inches more than normal. Arching your back to lessen the pull had apparently been a past endeavor and now you just lie flat on the floor with the super extended nipples pointing to the ceiling.

I could still hear the faint buzzing of the dildo with the vibrating clit tickler from between your legs. From the puddle of juices under you, it was evident that you had enjoyed the extra stimulation I had provided. Your legs were bound in four places with straps to help you hold in the dildo and get the most out of it, or maybe, that should be, the most out of you.

Seeing as how you were off in your own world of bliss, I chatted away Betist as I put up the groceries. Once everything was in its’ proper place, with the exception of the items I had gotten for our dinner, I checked on you again.

Not really liking the purple, bluish color of your breasts and nipples, I cut the lines going to the eyebolts. Quickly, I untied the looped knots around your nipples and then stepped back as you were trying to roll around and shaking with spasms.

Thinking it was a good thing I had tied your arms and legs to sturdy furniture, and definitely a good thing for the ball gag, as you fought to adsorb the pain of the blood rush back to your nipples and breasts. After you were lying there still twitching, as I went to the bar and mixed myself a drink to enjoy as you settled into a light whimper.

Sitting in my favorite chair and propping my feet up on the ottoman, I could look you over as I began to tell you of my outing. Once I had taken several sips of my drink, I then started to let you in on the latest that would be happening.

“You remember Phil and his lovely wife Denise. Well, of all people, that’s who I ran into at the market. We had a wonderful chat about our new lifestyle. AND, can you believe, they are most Betist Giriş interested in exploring along with us.”

“I know that I was letting you take more than you had before, but time just flies when you have to explain details that they were hungry to hear about. That party we all went to at Bill and Shirleys’ must have triggered their curiosity. Both, Phil and Denise commented on how you raved about the climaxes you were getting from our games.”

Musing that I would soon have to untie you, so that you could clean up before preparing dinner, I sat and sipped on my drink. I briefly considered taking out my dick and having you suck it as it was making itself known. But there would be plenty of time for that later as I had a full evening planned for us to explore.

“As you and Denise work together somewhat, she seems most interested in the anal aspect of things. I don’t know what you’ve said to her about this, but I could tell she was just wiggling her tight, little butt as we talked about it. And, Phil, that toad, was just nodding and going along with anything that she and I got into. He’s such a boob…I felt as though I would have to lead him by the hand for him to see what all she is interested in doing.”

After untying your arms and removing the straps around your legs, I gave you a few minutes to get your muscles working again. However, I insist that you lick up every drop in the puddle underneath where you were, and then you can go take your shower. All the necessary items for dinner are set out in the kitchen, so it shouldn’t take you long to have it ready for me.

I, further, thought to tell you that they would be coming over on Saturday night for more insight into new avenues for them to see and experience. As you were on your hands and knees, licking up the puddle of your own juices, I had you get some on your fingers so I could have a taste also.

Your hanging breasts occasionally touched the floor and caused you to groan a bit as they were still quite tender. Smiling, I knew that any squeezing of them later would get your undivided attention on whatever I wanted.

When you had finished cleaning the floor to my satisfaction, you stood waiting for permission to go shower. Arms behind your back, legs spread, and chest thrust forward, I was pleased that you didn’t hesitate in assuming the proper position.

“GO, take your shower, clean up good, and be sure to lube up good…as I plan to see if I can get my whole hand in the back door later.”

Knowing that Phil and Denise would see things as they should be, I drained the last of my drink. Rising from my chair, I thought of mixing a second drink, and Denise’s tight, little ass.

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Furniture Doesn’t Speak

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I kneel at Master’s feet, beside his office chair as he works. He ignores me other than stroking my hair with his fingers. But it’s good enough for me. Lately we haven’t been talking much, but I think it’s part of my punishment. I had recently been caught masturbating without permission, right in the middle of cumming while quietly moaning “I’m sorry Master”. So he’s been punishing me by more denial, including locking me in chastity and taking away my furniture privileges and being allowed to eat at the table and with utensils.

I rest my head on his lap look up at him, gently rubbing my cheek against his thigh. I’m desperate for his attention, as being ignored is one of the worst punishments for me and he knows it. Abandonment is my absolute worst fear, and while I know it’s a punishment, it still hurts. He doesn’t even spare me a glance and my chest tightens more.

“Please, Sir. I’m sorry, you know I am! I didn’t want to safeword because I thought I’d disappoint you,” I beg.

He doesn’t answer for a few moments, “I told you to always safeword when you couldn’t take anymore. You disobeyed me by ignoring that and touching yourself and cumming without my permission.”

“Yes, Master, I know but-”

Master cut me off by gently popping my cheek with his hand. With his other hand, he reaches into the drawer of his desk and takes out a slip lead. He brushes his finger along my jawline and puts the lead around my neck. He stands and walks out of the room, tugging the lead along with him, seeming to not care if I can keep up or not.

He leads me to our bedroom and istanbul travesti opens the toy drawer under the bed. Even though my furniture privileges are removed, I’m still allowed to sleep with him thankfully. But I have to sleep in my cage in the guest room at least seven nights this month. Thankfully though, I’ll get a blanket.

He tugs the lead and walks to the living room. Again, not caring if I can keep up or not. I end up choking a couple times before he positions me on all fours, parallel with the couch. I’m confused at first, but when he begins to bind my arms and legs together to keep me in the position with my back level, it becomes clearer and clearer what he’s doing. He spreads my legs and takes off the chastity belt and slaps my pussy firmly.

I gasp, “Thank you Master!”

“You’re welcome, but from here on out you’re not to make a sound. Understand?” He replies.

I nod. “Good girl.”

He inserts an anal hook and ties it to my hair before going to his office. A few minutes later he returns with a book and a glass of water. He sets the glass on my shoulder blade and I feel the cold wetness immediately and have to fight not to jerk. I don’t want to know what would happen if I broke the glass or spilled the water. I then feel a heavier weight on my middle back. I make an educated guess that he’s using me as a footstool and coffee table. I whine and immediately feel a sharp sting on my ass. The kind that comes from a riding crop. I yelp at the sharp feeling.

The weight of his legs disappears and fear sparks in my chest, “Wait! istanbul travestileri Please! I promise I won’t make another sound, Master, please!”

I hear a “tsk tsk” as his footsteps go down the hall. He returns with a remote control vibrator and a ball gag. “No please!” I yelp. My pussy is becoming wetter and wetter at being tied up and not having control.

He grabs my jaw and forces my mouth open, then shoves the ball gag into my mouth. He secures it and moves behind me. He inserts the vibrator and resumes sitting on the couch, the weight of his legs back on me. I receive three harsh blows with the riding crop to each cheek.

“Furniture doesn’t speak, Lilian,” he growls. I hold back a whimper at the harshness of the warning.

We stay like that for nearly a half an hour before Master gets up, “Now that I’ve finished that book, how about I play with my little Puppet some, hmm?”

My thighs are nearly covered in wetness now. He turns on the vibrator as high as it will go. “Don’t cum.”

He undoes the gag, “You may speak now.”

“Please! It’s been a week and you trained me to want pleasure constantly. Don’t you know how much torture I’ve been in?” I beg.

“A week since you came without my permission and disobeyed my order to safeword when needed.”

I beg and beg for him to let me cum, letting him know when I’m on edge. He turns off the vibrator and pulls on the anal hook, making it prod into the walls of my ass. I moan and hiss at the sensation, a pleasurable but painful one.

He istanbul travesti smacks my ass a few good times with his hand and makes me cry out. Then he begins to spank me with the riding crop. My ass has to be as bright as Rudolph’s nose by the time he’s done. He positions his cock at the opening of my dripping wet pussy and slips himself in. Over and over he thrusts roughly into my wet cunt while I moan and try to rock back against him. I squeeze around his cock, trying to beg with my body. He slaps my ass hard again and this time I begin to cry at the stinging and the frustration.

“Do you want my cum in you, my little slave?” He asks. Although I belong entirely to him, he still makes sure that I’m okay with some of the more risky things.

“Yes, Master, please,” I reply.

A few seconds later he’s moaning quietly a hot liquid spills into me. I squeeze around his cock again, trying to milk whatever is left in him and hold back my own orgasm. He thrusts into me a few more times, “Cum for me, Puppet.”

I moan his name loudly as I reach my orgasm, thanking him in the process.

He picks up the chastity belt, “I don’t think I’ll need to put this back on you for a while,” he says to himself and unties me. He folds the rope and takes the toys and lays them on the floor.

He picks me up as he always does when a scene is over and puts me on the couch. He leaves me there for a couple of minutes and comes back with a tube of cream to soothe where he whipped me with the crop. I wince at the cold, stinging sensation but he rubs my back with his hand comfortingly while he finishes applying the cream.

He picks me up again and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and pulls the covers up over me.

“Get some rest. I’m going to go clean up and finish work then I’ll make us some dinner and come wake you up, alright?” Master says.

I nod, already starting to drift off.

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“Enough” his tone was clipped and she already knew she was grinding away at his thin patience with her. She sighed loudly and leaned her head back on the arm of their couch. One of her long legs was pinned behind his back, which he was leaning heavily against. The other was draped across his knees with his forearms resting against her calf. She shivered entirely naked, spread and exposed beside him as he entirely ignored her desperate little Mewls For attention. Occasionally he would let a thumb trace circles absentmindedly on her calf and her body would arch and coil in reaction.

She could tell from the sounds from the tv to her right that he was playing some kind of game. His eyes squinted in concentration as she ached a foot away from him. Her fingers danced and trailed slowly up her thigh, and beside her cunt. His favorite place to torment and her least favorite place for him to tease. She huffed again as her fingers began to trail towards her slit and she caught herself. Tearing them away.

“Careful girl” he shot a look out of the corner of his eye at her as she clawed her own stomach. “Your thigh and beside your cunt and nothing else until I decide you’re ready and..” He twisted and pressed his thumb abruptly into her. “you are definitely not ready doll.” He turned back to his game, leaning across her calf as she let out a desperate little sound in her throat. She began the tantalizing rhythm again. Clawing slowly and achingly at her thigh, along the crease beside her thigh and her cunt and back down toward her own knee.

She could hear the sounds from the television. His eyes were focused on the screen and she studied the planes and angles of his face while she teased herself under his demand.

Studying his brows that sloped into expand of his face that so reminded her of the ocean. Large thickly lashed eyes. A color too Grey, too dark and too solemn to be considered blue and a too deep and rich to considered grey. She often lost herself in those eyes, tracing her thumb lightly across the high panes of his cheek bones as he would allow her. Tonight was not one of those nights as she was forced to lie patiently draped across his legs incapable of deepening the tender caressing her fingertips craved as the rest of her body ached and yearned for more.

She found herself lost in those thickly lashed eyes as she twisted and torment herself under his control. Thick lashes and hooded the eyes that led so truly and directly into his desires. He knew his downfall though and kept those ocean eyes directed at the screen as he purposefully lost himself there , intentionally avoiding her lanky and desperate body as he knew he couldn’t refuse her. To look into the deep green eyes of hers would mean the end of their game and he fully intended on denying her at least few minutes longer.

She continued to trail her hands tantalizingly up her thighs, crossing her cunt before trailing her nails back to the ditch behind her knee as he continued to ignore her. She let out a shaky sigh and leaned her head back hard into the arm of their couch. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could stand, how much longer she could continue to be obedient and deny herself.

Finally he put the controller down and turned to her. “Come here” he leaned across to grab her hips. dragging her ass towards him and sliding her down the length of their couch. He paused a moment admiring her form beside him.

Leg draped across his lap, his hand on her hip, her fingers continuing to tease herself as he looked her over. Her breasts and cheeks istanbul travesti flushed with desire. Her eyes wide and hungry as she looked up to him.

His hand moved from her hip over the bottom of her stomach. She gasped, arching to his rough finger tips and digging her nails into her thigh. “Mm did I tell you to stop?” He asked as his hand spanned the valley between her hip bones.

Her fingers began to trail again reluctantly up her thigh as she watched his hand intently, desperate for his touch. As she watched he dragged the rough pad of his large thumb down the soft flesh of her stomach, watching her face as he did so. Reveling in her reactions to him.

She chewed her lip desperately as he continued to tease her, dipping his thumb below her navel towards her needy cunt before swirling it back between the crests of her hips. “Ready for more?” He asked as his fingers trailed up the sensitive flesh between her breasts.

“Oh… Please..” She whimpered as she pressed her Chest up towards his hand. He walked his fingers down her sternum and caressed her ribs before pressing southwards once again.

He watched her face as he did so. Her eyes focused intently on his long, talented fingers. Short nails and rough pads catching bits of her tender flesh as he went. She whimpered when they did so, trying not to writhe beneath him and deter him from his course. All the while her fingers continuing to circle and paw at her inner thigh.

“Here little one?” He asked as his thumb hovered over her clitoris, the rest of his long fingers curling possessively around her pubic mound. She sank lower into their couch, spreading her legs wider for him as she nodded.

He let his thumb hover a moment longer before pulling his hand away from her body entirely. “I don’t know why I’m doing all the work here. Show me how ready you are”. She moved her own small hand to hover where his had rested only a moment before. She looked up to him expectantly, awaiting a sign that this is what he needed from her.

He nodded his head, hungry eyes watching as she slid a finger into herself. She exhaled a long, slow, shaky breath as she did so. Her legs pressing into him as her lashes fluttered. “Show me how ready you are for me” he said expectantly. His own lust and need heavy in his voice.

Reluctantly she removed her finger from herself and held her hand up to him as an offering. He sighed as he saw her need glistening on her finger tip. “Tell me how you taste” as he spoke he grabbed her wrist. Pressing her hand towards her mouth and she parted her lips obediently. Allowing her finger to slide along her tongue to the back of her skilled mouth.

She sucked hungrily at her finger tips as she watched His control faltering already. tasting herself was one of the few things that could break his composure and cool calmness in her presence and she enjoyed chipping away at his self control. “Like sugar Sir” she sighed holding her cleaned finger up for him to inspect.

He grabbed her outstretched wrist, biting her finger tip hard with the tips of his teeth before grabbing her hips again. His thumbs digging into the dips at the tops of her hip bones as his fingers wrapped around the small of her back. In one fluid movement he lifted her ass off the couch and was able to turn his body to face her. Crossing his legs and setting her down draped across his lap. Her head still pressed into the cushions of their couch with her legs wrapped around his waist, giving him an on obstructed view of her spread and exposed şişli travesti in front of him.

“Two fingers right here like this” as he spoke he began teasing his thumb up her slit. Her back arched and she whined as his thumb circled over her clitoris before sliding back down the length of her. “Nothing here…” He slid his thumb inside her and she writhed beneath him. “Or our game is done understand?”

She nodded dumbly, sucking her own lip between her teeth as her fingers replaced his own. Slowly, tantalizingly tracing the path he left for her. Her eyes not leaving his as he watched her movements hungrily. His hands wrapped around her thighs and his thumbs traced small, slow circles on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

She moved her other hand to his, lacing their fingers as she continued to tease herself under his careful watch. He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them once before resting their joint hands on her thigh once again. His large thumb tracing the lines on the palms of her hands absentmindedly.

“One finger. Slide it inside of you slowly” his voice was heavy and cracking. Thick with his lust and need for her. She did as she was told, sliding her middle finger inside of herself slowly as he watched. Feeling the ridges and curves of her insides as she did so. When she had buried herself to her knuckle she paused. Waiting for his instructions.

He didn’t give her any for a long moment. Just savoring the sight beneath him, knowing he couldn’t maintain this self control for much longer. Long legs wrapped tight around his waist, little cunt entirely exposed to him. Pale stomach and ribs expanding and contracting rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath, obediently following his every command. He didn’t let his eyes travel any farther, knowing if he looked into her needy eyes while she worried her lip with those teeth he would burry himself inside of her and the game would be finished.

“Fuck… In and out. Just one… Slowly. No slower” he breathed as he watched her begin to slide and curl her finger in and out of herself. Her breath catching each time she began to slide inside of herself. He bent now to bite along the inside ridge of her hip. Breathing her into his lungs deeply. Savoring immersing himself in her. He kissed lower watching her hand intently.

“Fuck come here” he groaned as he sat back on their couch. Pulling the hand with their interlaced fingers. Forcing her to topple and sprawl awkwardly over him in his haste to pull her to him. “I need you. Now” he grabbed under her ribs pulling her needy, trembling body up so there foreheads were resting against each other’s. “Undress me.” He sighed as his fingers trailed slowly down the ridges of her spine.

Her hands shook hard as she pulled his sweater over his head, kissing him lightly as his lips were exposed beneath the hem of his T shirt. Her hands fumbled weakly with the top button f his pants before he grew impatient with her. “Useless” he breathed as he wrapped her hair around his fist pulling firmly forcing her to arch. He bit the tender underside of her left breast as he unbuttoned his pants and freed himself with one fluid movement.

He tugged her hair harder, forcing her face towards their ceiling and pressing her chest towards his face. Without looking down she wrapped her hand possessively around him. Rubbing her thumb slowly up the underside of his cock as he bit into her harder. She continued to tease her thumb up and down the length of him as he wrestled bakırköy travesti mentally with himself for control. “Fuck” he choked as he grabbed both her wrists firmly.

“Goddammit you fucking little tease” he hissed as he pressed himself into her with one hard thrust. He pulled her arms behind her back and grabbed both of her slender Wrists I’m one of his large hands. Curling his fingers around her. Holding her still above him. “Slowly. Roll your hips the way I like…” His other hand traced along the curve of his jaw and down her throat as she did as as was told.

Her breath rattled in her throat as she slid up on him slowly. Closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of him inside her. Each bump and ridge of his cock as she felt him slide out of her before rolling her hips to take him back in again. She pulled against the hand restraining her to kiss him once sweetly before continuing the slow rhythm atop him.

His hand dropped from her jaw to her hip as he grabbed her firmly. Using his hand to move her little body on top of him. Fucking himself hard with her, pulling her hips down and burying himself inside her. “Jesus fuck. ” he groaned as his teeth found the sensitive skin at the bottom of her rib cage.

“Let me touch you. Please… please? ” she whimpered as her wrists tugged weakly at his hand. He released her and the fingers of her left hand tangled in the bottom of his hairline. Pulling his mouth harder into her flesh whimpering as he bit her harder. Her right hand curled along his back as fingers interlaced ribs and she pulled his abdomen up to meet hers.

Her brain clouded as her orgasm built. Lost in the feeling of their bodies rolling and tangling together. Her Mewls and his growls colliding and coiling together as they lost themselves in each other. “Please may I cum?” She whimpered finally her nose pressed into his as he pulled her body hard and fast down against him. Her lips trembling as she begged for release.

His hands moved quickly, one to her throat and one Twisting into her hair. Holding her face steady inches from his own. “Cum with me. Don’t you fucking dare look away little one” his words pushed her over the edge d and she crackled and exploded on top of him. Huge, hungry eyes bearing down into his as she tumbled off the edge. Her orgasm forcing the muscles in her stomach and between her shoulder blades to ripple and jerk as she clawed with blind need at his ribs. She could feel him cumming inside her, his body rippling to match her own. Her eyes never left his; green, grey and blue colliding in fire and lust. An energy hissing between their bodies as they took each other. “I love you” she whimpered as she dug her nails into him, trying to pull any part of him closer to her, Desperately trying to pull him into her.

She inhaled sharply, pleasure too intense in her diaphragm to exhale as she took him in. His nails and fingers dug into her throat an he gasped as he struggled to fill his lungs. At the peak of his climax he released her and her body slumped forwards to his chest as she finished. Trembling little whimpers hiccuping from deep inside her lungs as she shivered with pleasure atop him.

He sprawled back on their couch as she clung to him. Little talons digging between his wide ribs before sliding back, rubbing the tense bit of muscles between his shoulder blades. Her little nose pressed to the underside of his jaw as she closed her eyes. Breathing in the scent of him, of them, deep into her lungs. She closed her eyes and kissed his jaw once before settling to his chest. Feeling his chest hair tickle her nose and eyelids as she burrowed into him. He remained buried inside her as he traced slowly up her vertebrae as his other hand still tangled helplessly in her hair, holding her face against him. “I love you little doll” he sighed and she mumbled an incoherent reply to his sternum.

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