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Sunlight burned hot through the large windows when she walked into her house. It was still early, but he had told her he would be home late. She locked the deadbolt on the door then made her way into her kitchen, setting her purse down on the table in its normal place. The dishes were still stacked in the sink from the morning, and there they would stay, at least for the next thirty minutes or so.

The hallway to their bedroom was dark, the walls covered in photos of them. Lying smiles reflected back towards her. She ignored them, just as he often ignored her. The door to the bedroom was open, and she shut it behind her.

Her need was already soaking the slacks she had worn to work. She kicked her shoes into the closet then quickly pulled off her pants and underwear, leaving on her white button-up blouse. Her vibrator, simple and pink, was in the nightstand where it always was, waiting to sate her for another day. She laid down on the bed and pressed the silicone into the folds between her legs, listening to the buzz as she ran it over her clit.

Her mind wandered to where it always did, away from this life and all that was coming with it. It went to the dark place, the place she told herself she should never be. But she couldn’t control it. It was the only place she ever wanted to be. The faceless men caressed her, their fingers pressing into her, into places they should never have been.

She sat up, brushing the blonde hair away from her face as her frustration grew. The vibration wasn’t enough. It never was. It wasn’t what she needed, what she craved. She got up and walked to her closet, pulling out the shoebox for shoes she had thrown away several years before. She took it back to the bed with her, tossing the lid to the floor as she laid back down.

What was wrong with her? The thought always crossed her mind as she pulled out the purple butt plug. This wasn’t the part of her she was supposed to want to be used. Out in the world, at her work, in her car, she thought about it. It was no longer a want. It was a need; one that haunted her wherever she went until she caved.

She reached back into the box, shuffling around the other items until her hand wrapped around the bottle of lube. She poured it over the plug, uncaring of the mess, just needing to feel it inside her. Her hand ran over the bedspread until it found the vibrator. She rolled onto her side, pushing the vibrator between her thighs until it hummed against her clit. She shifted her body, bending her knees and shoving her backside out, then pressed the tip of the plug against herself.

Her eyes closed, her mind racing back to the dark place, imagining it was one of the faceless men pushing it inside her. Maybe the man would tell her she couldn’t take it out. He would make her wear it all the time so he could use her whenever he wanted. She would squirm at the discomfort as he roughly shoved it in place, thinking about how it would feel to wear it somewhere other than the privacy of her home.

But her home was where she was, and she slowly pushed the purple plug inside herself. She wanted to relish the feeling of it opening her, the slight burn as it stretched her farther. The burn increased, letting her know the widest part was making its way in. Then her body sucked it inside, closing around the narrow base.

Her left hand pressed the vibrator harder to her clit, her right hand playing with the base of the plug. She twisted it, turned it, pushed against it, pulled it out slightly then shoved it back in. The faceless men in her mind held her down. Teasing her, tormenting her, informing her the plug was nowhere near large enough to stretch her as they wanted her stretched.

Her hand flew back into the box, tearing around inside until it wrapped around the wide shaft of a dildo. Her hands were shaking as she poured lube over it, wondering if it was too big. It was, she knew, but she didn’t care. She pulled out the plug, tossing it aside before pressing the tip of the dildo to her ill prepared back entrance.

She spread her legs slightly, repositioning her vibrator and turning it up. Her legs closed back down against the vibration, then her right hand began to push. She imagined one of the faceless men behind her, telling her to relax as she clenched down. But he wouldn’t care, she was his to use as he pleased, and he would force himself inside.

She pressed harder, the fire starting as the tip stretched her open. She could feel every vein, every ripple of the realistically sculpted toy as it slowly made its way in. The discomfort increased as it forced its way through her muscles. She would never be able to explain why it was one of her favorite sensations. She continued pushing it in, groaning when her muscles finally gave way, and it slid through to its destination.

It was far too big but the discomfort was never enough to overtake her need. She pulled it out then pushed it back against her entrance, wanting to feel her favorite part once again. She went slow, the break through only slightly easier. The minute it slipped past her muscles and easily slid the rest beykent escort of the way in she pulled it back out.

She sometimes wondered how badly she could hurt herself, but in the moment she didn’t care. The third time she pushed it in she left it there. The faceless man in her head began to thrust so her hand followed suit. The dildo was far too thick to slide effortlessly, and unlike the man in her head, she wasn’t strong enough to violate herself easily with it.

She wanted the feel of being penetrated. The feel of being taken. The feel of the stroke of someone inside her who couldn’t care less how it felt to her. She pulled out the dildo, unable to use it how she wanted, and threw it to the side. Back into the box her hand went, pulling out a slightly smaller blue dildo. Her hand grasped at the lube bottle, her trembling fingers already slick with the clear gel. She popped it open and poured it over the blue silicone. Without hesitation, she slid the toy inside herself as far as she could.

Her left hand went back to the vibrator, shoving it against her clit as her right hand guided a merciless ravishment. The faceless man in her mind pounded into her, his length shoving inside her then sliding back out before shoving inside her again. She writhed and groaned, the orgasm building. She twisted the base of the vibrator with her finger, slowing it down, not ready to be done. But her control was fading, her body unsure which felt better, the way the dildo felt forcing its way in or the way it felt sliding back out.

“Leah!” His booming voice brought her heart and hands to an immediate stop. “Not this again!”

Yes, this again. This always. Again and always.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

She didn’t know. She rolled off the bed, shaking as she stood. Her cheeks burned as she stared down at the lube covered toys scattered over their white bedspread. She tried to wipe her lube covered hands on her shirt, then on her legs, but it was stuck to her like blood after a murder.

“I married a God fearing woman, not some slut who…” he paused, his face reddening as he stared down at the bed. “Who…” His head began shaking back and forth, his brown eyes hunting the room for anywhere else to look. “I can’t even say it!”

She watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, already knowing who he would be calling. Her tears began to fall, her humiliation now absolute as he began to speak.

“She was doing it again… You know what… I can’t even look at her right now… Okay… Okay… Thanks.”

She wanted to pack a bag. Run away even though she had nowhere to go. She used to love him. But he used to be different. And why would she leave? He was right. He was always right. There was something wrong with her. Women weren’t supposed to want what she wanted.

“Adam said you can stay with him tonight if you want. You’re not staying here. I don’t care where you go.”

“I’ll stay with Adam.” She had been naturally submissive her entire life but had never hated herself more for it.

“Get cleaned up so you’re not as much of an embarrassment to yourself. And throw all this shit away before you go,” he said, his hand gesturing over the bed.

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Her eyes stared into the red brick outside her windshield. The house stood solid and strong, but her tears blurred the familiar paint. When the front door opened, her hands wiped the drops rolling down her cheeks. The smell of lube lingered on her skin, refusing to allow her to forget what she had done.

“Are you going to sit out here all night?” Adam’s voice drifted through her window.

She peered through the glass, his smile diminishing all the similarities he shared with her husband. She turned off the ignition and stepped out, wondering if he was inhaling the scent of her guilt.

He reached into the trunk, grabbing her bag and carrying it towards the door. She followed behind him, her eyes lingering over his greying hair. Even at eight years older than his brother, the scattered white strands couldn’t erase the charm her husband never inherited. Adam had never been married, but there was always a beautiful woman, one far more beautiful than she was, on his arm.

“Abel’s pretty mad,” he said, setting her bag down on the bed.

She avoided his gaze, instead letting her eyes wander around the room as if it was the first time she had been inside it. But she knew every small crack in the ceiling and which of the floorboards creaked under her weight in the middle of the night. “He has a right to be.”

“Why?”

The question surprised her, immediately bringing her eyes to his. “Because of what I did.” She searched the amber, trying to decide if this was a new type of humiliation her husband was determined to subject her to.

“And he should be mad about that because?”

The tears she had managed to get under control now refused to oblige. For all the times she had run to her brother-in-law’s house, he had never questioned her. He had been her safe place. He had allowed her gaziosmanpaşa escort to hide, to disappear into the shadows until her husband decided she could come out. “Because obviously there’s something wrong with me.”

“Why do you think there’s something wrong with you?”

Maybe he was tired of her tears. Maybe he now understood how sick she truly was; ruled by impulses she refused to control, no better than an animal.

“Leah, you shouldn’t be ashamed of the things you want. And your husband shouldn’t be so closed minded he refuses to acknowledge your needs.”

She stared at him, trying to hear his words for what they were while fighting against thoughts of what she had expected them to be.

“He’s my brother, and I love him because he’s my brother, but I get so tired of hearing about this ridiculous problem. If you were my wife—” He stopped, his eyes moving to the ground as he bit into his lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you settle in.”

She stood frozen as he walked out, leaving the air heavier than it had been in her own bedroom. Her mind spun, arguing with her heart. She needed to hear what he had left unsaid. She needed to hear the admission that he was just as sick as her come from his lips. Then he could shove her down onto the bed, pull her hair back as he pushed inside her. She wondered how he would feel penetrating through her. But he wouldn’t. Nobody ever would. Her need would never be satisfied. It was the true punishment for her imperfections.

No. She had to know. And it didn’t matter anymore. What more could they do to her? In how many more ways could she be humiliated? She stormed down the stairs, her bravery dissolving when she found him rinsing a glass in the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, turning towards her as he dried his hands.

Her mind screamed the words she couldn’t bring herself to say aloud.

“Leah?”

“If I was your wife?” The words burst from her lips, no longer willing to be contained.

“I should never have said that—”

She shook her head, years of anger and frustration flooding through her. “Tell me!”

“I can’t. It’s not that simple—”

“Nothing in this life is simple. I deserve to know!”

His head turned, his eyes avoiding hers. “There are too many things about me you don’t know. Abel doesn’t know. Nobody in this part of my life knows—”

“You know my darkest secret. My greatest sin. I deserve to know something about you.”

“Why do you do it?”

She paused. How could she explain the unexplainable? It was just a part of who she was.

“I’m assuming because it feels good…”

She bit into her lip. She didn’t know if she would describe the feeling as good. It wasn’t the same type of good her vibrator against her clit caused. In truth, the parts that felt the best, the ones she repeated over and over, were the ones which caused a slight discomfort.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

The heat rose into her face, her mouth refusing to allow the thoughts to escape.

“Do you think about Abel fucking you in that way?”

“No!” The word shot from her mouth before she could stop it. She quickly pressed her lips together, horrified at her admission.

“Then who?”

Nobody. Anybody. Everybody. “It isn’t about who’s doing it.”

“Then what’s it about?”

The submission. The domination. The force. The discomfort.

“Tell me, Leah.”

“They make me do it.”

“Make you do it?” He raised his eyebrow. “Like rape?”

No. Yes. She wasn’t sure. “They aren’t violent.” But they did hold her down. Or strap her down. They didn’t give her a choice. But she didn’t want a choice.

“I think I get it.” He crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. “How long have we known each other?”

“Over ten years.”

“And for all those years, Abel’s called me to complain about this problem. And all I think about when he calls is how unfortunate it is you married such an ignorant man. You deserve to be satisfied.”

“And if I was your wife?”

His hand rubbed over his chin, a defeated smile on his face. “Okay, you win.”

She tensed as he moved towards her, her heart stopping until he walked past her. For as different from his brother as he was, his escape attempts were too familiar. She followed behind him, waiting to hear him scold her with each step.

He walked into his study, making his way to the bookcase. His fingers ran down the spine of a book she had never heard of. “Marquis de Sade” glinted in gold as he pulled the hardback from the shelf, the name of the novel itself hidden beneath his hand. The pages ran through his fingertips before falling open somewhere in the middle. He pulled out a white business card then closed the book and slid it back into its place.

He stared down at the card in his hand as he made his way to the leather couch. “Do you want to know my secrets?”

“Yes. Please.”

He sank into the cushion in the middle, putting the card into his shirt pocket. “Take off your clothes, ortaköy escort Leah.”

“Excuse me?”

He patted his lap then folded his hands together. “Come bend over my lap, Leah, and I’ll show you my secrets.”

Her hands moved to her shirt, pulling it off over her head. Part of her warned her it was a trick. She glanced around the room, wondering if there was a camera as she pushed her pants to the floor. She waited to hear Abel’s voice screaming from down the hallway as she unhooked her bra, but the air was silent as she stepped out of her underwear.

“If you were my wife…” he started as she walked towards him, “this is a position you would find yourself in often.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her down over his lap.

Her cheek pressed into the leather, her hips resting against his thighs as her need stirred.

His hand squeezed lightly into her right cheek, then caressed it before moving to the other. “Relax, Leah.”

She tried to release the tension in her muscles, her breath catching in her throat when his fingers grazed between her thighs.

“If you want me to stop, say ‘Home.'”

The word repeated in her head, but it was nowhere near her lips. She squirmed when his fingers ran up between her cheeks, brushing over the entrance only she had ever used.

“I like you like this…”

She bit into her lip, unsure if his words were awaiting a reply. “What do you mean?”

His hand broke contact, sending her heart tumbling. When his skin touched against hers again her breath only had a moments reprieve before his fingers moved between her cheeks, no longer warm and calming but cool and wet. “That is my secret, Leah.”

She whimpered when his finger pushed inside her, gently breaking through the entrance she thought would never be used.

“I like you here, laying over my lap, your body mine to explore.”

His words sank into her skin, her body relaxing as his finger continued its descent. For the first time, her soul felt calm. Quiet. Accepting and anticipating in a way she had never known. When another finger pushed inside her she groaned, raising her hips as he opened her, a silent plea to be taken.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, his fingers sliding out before pushing back in.

Her breath caught, the words lost on her tongue.

“Answer my question, Leah.”

“Yes.” The word was lost as soon as it left her lips, overtaken by a moan when his fingers scissored inside her, stretching her farther.

“Good. It should.”

When his fingers pulled out again she lifted her hips, wanting to cry out for them to return to her.

“You’re too tight for me, but I can fix that, if that’s what you want.”

“Yes. Please. Please don’t stop.” She needed his hands back. She needed to feel them moving through her, opening her.

“Stay.”

She rolled to the floor as he rose from the couch. His directive was a wasted breath. She remained where she landed, unwilling to move. Her empty body clenched and unclenched, the wetness of the lube her proof she wasn’t dreaming.

When he came back into the room, she recognized the toy in his hand. He sat down, his hands once again patting his lap. She jumped up from the floor, uncaring if her eagerness was obvious as she positioned herself back over his lap.

“Relax.”

She grunted when he pushed two fingers inside her. Her hips pushed up, unable to hide their enthusiasm. When they disappeared she held still, anxiously awaiting what she knew was coming.

“Relax.”

The small tip pushed against her, easily sliding inside. Then came the familiar heat, rising into a slight burn. She moaned into the leather cushion, clenching down as he held the plug in place, preventing it from slipping the rest of the way inside her.

“No. Relax.”

She took a deep breath, trying to force her muscles to concede. The burn felt different somehow. Her body knew it wasn’t in control. Only he got to decide how fast or slow the plug would be placed, and how long she would endure each centimeter as it passed through her ring. All she could do was relax and accept what was done.

She closed her eyes, allowing her body to drown in its submission. The plug slipped inside her and was immediately pulled back out. She whimpered as it was pushed through her entrance again, this time more easily embedded within her.

“You’ll wear it tonight and we’ll see where we’re at in the morning,” he said as he gave the base a final twist.

***

She clenched down on the plug, squeezing against it, still amazed it was there. She rolled onto her back, pressing her hips down into the mattress. It pushed inside her, moving within her, bringing the ache back into her soul.

Her hand went to her clit, slowly teasing as she rubbed her hips against the bed. Her eyes closed, allowing her to get lost in the feel of the object inside her. It filled her, just enough and not enough.

She slid her hips down the mattress as her fingers played over herself, the heat beginning to swirl within her. She rolled onto her side, grasping at the base of the plug. He had told her to leave it in, and she had no desire to take it out. She twisted it, turned it, pulled it out slightly to feel the stretch then shoved it back inside herself. It was a need she could never explain and never suppress. But in the darkness she could let it possess her; give it the control until there was nothing left to take.

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As it was almost two o’clock in the afternoon, ‘breakfast’ was more like ‘lunch’ though it was limited to some nuts, cheese and pineapple. Bryndis made sure to steer the conversation away from the events of the day; he wanted Annis to write about it as he knew from their time together that it would give her time to think about what she was saying and consider it more carefully. She did try and bring it up, but he put her off by a simple ‘Not yet, Annis.’ Instead, he used the time to give her some more techniques for pain maintenance during a scene.

‘You’ve already experienced a few ways to stay in touch with pain during a scene. That is what I want; I want you to be in touch with the physical sensations of pain, the way it makes you feel, the fire coursing through your body and the shocks to your skin, muscle and bone. I want you to be in pain when we’re doing work like this. I don’t want you to escape it or ignore it, but acknowledge it, follow it and feel it. Do you understand?’

Annis had just taken a large bite of fruit when he started talking and her eyes bulged a bit.

‘But I thought that the main part of this was to make it so that I can handle more and more pain. Or, at least, to become used to it as a part of being giolla. I mean, I read about it before I came here – subspace, I mean. Isn’t that something that we’re supposed to learn how to do? How can I do that if I can’t learn to push past the pain? You know, to go further?’ She looked really confused and, Bryndis thought, more than a little scared.

In truth, she was scared. She had thought maybe that he had been so harsh on her because this was the first day of pain training. She had thought that he would maybe use this to show her why certain ways of ignoring pain or ‘entering subspace’ (however one did that) were so important. She wasn’t sure she could handle this sort of pain often, as a constant part of her life. She was even having some trouble eating, as she had to keep reminding herself not to let her arms brush her breasts; every time she accidentally did, it sent fire through her. But… she loved the way his face looked when he came into her, strong and angry even. ‘It’s how he would look in a fight or in battle,’ she thought, feeling a warmth spread over her pussy that had nothing (or, at least, very little) to do with the early morning beating. But Bryndis was already answering her.

‘Many Kyros and, outside of the Institute, Dominants might want you to know how to do it, but I don’t want you to do it. And, frankly Annis, that should be enough.’ He looked directly at her. He didn’t think it was a bad point, or a bad question, but he wanted to know how far this seemingly reformed Annis would go. Would she still ask him again?

‘I’m sorry sir. I will try and learn what you teach me, but I would appreciate it if you could explain why, please.’ She looked at the floor, flushed, but a note in her voice did sound as if she was confused and just trying to understand rather than having the petulance he had heard fairly frequently in days past. ‘Good,’ he thought. ‘She’s learning.’

‘Of course, Annis. Thank you for asking so kindly.’ His voice took on a slightly sharper tone, saying ‘in the future, I warn you again, you would do well to remember to trust me first and then ask me to explain my rationale, rather than question my commands.’ He stopped eating and looked at her questioningly for a moment. ‘You have trouble with that, my dove, don’t you?’

She nodded. It was exactly that she had recognized after the beating. She was so frustrated with herself – even with her best intentions to trust him, to acknowledge him, she just couldn’t get the balance between trusting him and satisfying her curiosity. And, she suddenly realized, her belief that she knew best. ‘Oh my God,’ she thought. ‘By saying what I just did, I was sort of saying that I thought I knew better than he did how to teach me – how to teach me about what he wanted!’ When she thought about it, she realized how crazy that sounded. ‘I’m an idiot!’ She actually felt like she might start crying again any minute.

What she said out loud, however, was merely ‘Yes sir, I’m so sorry.’

He saw that she was about to cry again. ‘Maybe,’ he thought, ‘this is actually the first time she is sorry. Hmmmm… maybe this will be more of a breakthrough day that he had thought. ‘Let’s see just how sorry she is then,’ he thought further, standing up.

‘Annis,’ he said looking down at her where she sat on the rug in front of the opening where they usually ate, ‘do you want me to help remind you?’

She nodded.

‘Ask me.’

She looked at him then. ‘Please, Bryndis, my Kyros, will you help me remember to trust you and not question you?’ She looked a little afraid still, but mostly just sad. She sounded like she really did want his help.

This was not the way Bryndis would usually choose to help with this sort of problem. ‘But,’ he thought, ‘it might be the most effective…’ It certainly hadımköy escort fit with the day’s main theme of pain training.

‘Close your eyes and hold your right arm out, palm up. Don’t move it.’ She was right handed; this would certainly give frequent reminders over the next couple of days.

‘Yes sir,’ she said, doing as he instructed.

Bryndis walked away but was back in moments carrying the crop, though Annis couldn’t see it, of course. He stood behind her and said, ‘Ask me again, Annis.’

‘Please help me, sir.’

Before she had had quite finished, the crop was cutting through the air. Landing whack across her palm, he had intentionally hit her with the stiff shaft. Immediately, she jerked her hand into her body and whipped around to glare at him, tears in her eyes. Just as suddenly, he saw across her face the realization that she had just opened her eyes when he had told her to shut them and drawn back her hand when he had told her not to move. She quickly turned back around and held her arm back out. Still, this was precisely what she had twice asked him to help her overcome. He sighed, loud enough that she would hear it. He was still for a few moments and she did nothing but shake and cry. She didn’t move her hand again, though. He could see the red welt rising on her palm, but he had to address what had just happened. And he had to go further.

‘I’m waiting, Annis.’

‘I’m sorry sir, I couldn’t help it, I just was surprised and I reacted. I-‘ He cut her off.

‘Annis, you can help it. We are exactly here in order to change your reactions.’ He stepped forward close enough to give her two swats on her right breast. She cried out then and curled forward, but she kept her arm out, palm mostly open. ‘Good girl,’ he said, running the crop down her front, ‘but Annis, I’m still waiting.’

‘I’m sorry sir,’ she said, ‘but I really don’t know what you’re waiting on. Will you tell me?’

‘That, Annis, was a very good question, asking without challenging.’ This time he ran a hand across the back of her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She shuddered, this time not from pain. ‘Geez,’ she thought, ‘I don’t know if I love this man or if I’m afraid of him… or both!’

‘I’m waiting, my dove, for you to thank me and, if you think you might need another reminder, to ask for one.’ Then she realized that he was putting this, literally, in her hands. A sob escaped her then, thinking ‘it’s like I’m the one doing this, I’m deciding. That could be enough, if I wanted it to be.’ But would it be enough? Was it really enough, especially considering that she just disobeyed him twice in the space of about a second. She sighed.

‘Thank you for giving me a reminder to trust you. May I have another, please?’

Again the blow landed almost before she had finished asking. Though her palm did start to involuntarily close up, Brynis saw that she tried to stop it, and straightened both palm and arm back out. His plan was to give her three strikes regardless, four if she asked and he thought it best, but no more regardless of what she said. He didn’t want to limit the use of her hand, he just wanted her to remember this every time she touched anything for a few days.

‘Thank you, sir,’ she sobbed out. ‘May I have another, please?’

She flinched, waiting for another blow and almost grabbed her hand in again when he took it, holding it fast, feeling every finger and bone in her hand. ‘Wiggle your fingers for me.’ She did and, seeing that he had not broken any of the bones in her hand or, judging by her lack of reaction, even bruised the bones, gave her another swift swipe. She was shaking now and quiet for a bit. He was ready to go again, but also ready to put a stop to this depending on the sound of her voice.

She kept her eyes closed, but turned her face back to where he was standing. ‘Thank you, my Kyros, but may we take a break?’

If she needed a break, he decided they would stop, that three was enough. ‘No, Annis, this is enough for now to help you try and trust me.’ Bryndis saw her start to speak, but said ‘if you find that this was not enough, we can always think of something else later. Enough Annis, look at me and relax.’

‘Yes sir. Thank you.’

‘Now,’ Bryndis continued almost as if there had been no interruption at all, ‘you asked to explain my reasoning regarding why I want you to stay so in touch with the pain, right?’

She nodded, still wiping tears away from her face and rubbing her hand.

‘It’s simple. I don’t want you to get hurt.’

She burst out laughing, as he had hoped she would, cradling her welted palm. He smiled too and went on.

‘It sounds funny, but it’s true. I want you to know your level of pain; I want you to be aware of how much you can take. If you want to try and push a little farther, I want that to be a conscious decision. Do you start to see now?’

She nodded again, slowly. He continued.

‘Your haramidere escort main source of power as giolla is your power to choose, to accept, to submit. But you have to take responsibility for those choices. If you disassociate your body from your mind through the various techniques that do indeed exist, you are relieving yourself of that responsibility. Also, if you are not truly connected with your body, you’re not going to be in a position to know if your body needs a break or if you need to use your safeword to get me to stop. I know I can do you lasting damage, both physically and psychologically, and by keeping in contact with the pain, as it were, you are in control of ensuring that doesn’t happen. I am keeping a close watch on your well-being.’ He looked at her, ran his hand through her hair, softened his voice, and said, ‘I care about you – all of you. You have to help me keep you safe; I can’t do it alone.’

Comprehension dawned on her face and Bryndis smiled inwardly as he saw her assurance return.

‘You have to know this: If you had lasted another ten minutes or another hour under the whip today, I wouldn’t have been any prouder of you than I am.’ She flushed red, but kept looking straight into his eyes, waiting to see if he was finished. ‘Does that answer your question?’

He had remained standing and she, though now facing him, sitting. ‘Yes sir,’ she said, reaching out her welted hand, to curl around his leg, resting her head against him. ‘Thank you, my Lord.’

She had never called him that before and, letting his hand fall upon her head, he found he rather liked it.

‘Now, Annis, I would like you to spend the next two hours meditating on what has happened today – everything, mind – and writing about it. I can see that some things have come up, that you’ve been dealing with, so I want you to think them through and then write about them for me. Don’t worry about describing what happened in your own words or anything; I want to know how you feel and what you’ve realized today.’

‘Yes sir.’ She moved away, wincing when she used her right hand to push herself up, still cradling both breasts for support, and found her journal and pen. She went back to the side of the cave opening that looked out over the wide vista and curled up in a fur rug he had designated for her use.

She had gotten better at meditating over the last few days and spent her time well, thinking about what had happened, writing for a few minutes and then meditating again. Bryndis had dressed and was cooking dinner, which smelled amazing, but she focused as much as possible on her task and not on the pain in her body or the wonderful smells making her stomach roar.

By the time he called her over to the food, darkness was growing. He sat at the low table and waited while she set the table and brought over the food. She sat on the floor next to him and waited. He didn’t really feed her, not usually, but he did tend to portion out what he thought she should eat. If she didn’t finish, that was fine, but he had never given her a second helping or a particularly large one. This time, however, after he had served himself, he put the dishes down (salad and pizza he had made in the stone oven with dough he had set to rise before waking Annis up in the morning), poured both of them a glass of water and began to eat, neither looking at her nor serving her any of the food.

To her benefit, she didn’t say anything, she just watched him while he ate. He was almost through with his salad and halfway through his pizza when she reached out for the salad bowl.

‘No, Annis,’ he said not looking at her. ‘Look at your hand and drink your water.’

She looked at her hand and was silent. Finally, she did drink her water, which took the edge off her hunger slightly. But not quite. When he was finished, Bryndis leaned back, wiping his fingers off with his napkin and looked at her.

‘That was well done, Annis. Thank you for your quietness and stillness, it was just what I needed.’ She smiled, hoping, obviously for dinner. ‘Well, Annis, we have reached another point where I am going to let you choose. Does this meal look appetizing to you?’

As he had eaten his fill, there wasn’t loads of food left and, as Annis had only eaten some nuts and fruit and cheese – and very little of that – for ‘breakfast’, she was very hungry.

‘Sir, appetizing is an understatement,’ she said, smiling at him and then looking back at the food.

‘I believe it!’ he said, chuckling. ‘So, here’s the thing. I don’t want you to eat anything tonight.’ The shock on her face, and the dismay, was almost funny in and of itself. He had told her she would be uncomfortable all day, and he meant it. ‘I want for you to fast until morning, to help your body heal by spending its energy on your skin and muscles rather than on digesting this large meal. I want you to clean up these dishes and for us to continue atakent escort your training for the evening and I want you to do it without tasting the food or complaining about not having any. That is my desire and is Option One. Option Two, you can eat whatever you like, take a warm bath, and go to bed. Which do you choose?’

He saw her lust for the food, but he was gratified when she chose Option One, aka his wants.

Annis, on the other hand, was furious. This was the second day of very little food, she was hungry and she was angry for making her serve and clean up food she couldn’t eat. But… she reminded herself that she was here to learn to be giolla. She could make herself dinner and eat it alone any time. Plus… he had explained why he wanted her to do this and it made sense. So, she sighed but she got on with it. ‘No complaining,’ she reminded herself, looking at her hand.

‘Thanks for giving me a choice.’

‘So,’ said Bryndis, ‘we continue.’

Pain woke Annis the next morning. Not new pain, but the feeling of old, deep pain from the beating yesterday. Still, it wasn’t as bad as she had feared it would be when Bryndis put her to bed the night before. He had allowed her to stay out on her furs instead of going back to the bench from the previous nights. He had directed her to sleep with a blindfold, but didn’t tie her down. The blindfold was still in place, but she wasn’t sure she should take it off before he told her.

‘Sir?’ she called out to him.

‘Yes, Annis?’ came a quiet voice right next to her. Bryndis had, in fact, slept next to her all night, in case she had nightmares or trouble sleeping after safewording the day before. He hadn’t slept much, using the time mostly to think about the next stages in their relationship and his feelings toward Annis. He hadn’t known – could never have known – the depths there were to this woman, nor how much he would respond to her. He knew now for sure he wanted her in his life. Yesterday, and her response which he had read out of her journal after putting her to bed, had shown him how much he had to lose. He loved what he saw in her, something he wasn’t sure if he could trust and something he had thought wouldn’t happen for him again for a very long time.

‘Should I take the blindfold off?’ Her voice brought him back.

‘Good morning to you, too,’ he said, smiling. ‘No, just roll onto your back. I want to look at you.’ In fact, he wanted to check the depth and status of her bruising, something he would do every day for the next ten days.

She smiled back, rolled over and pushed the fur blankets off. As she turned, she let her legs fall open at the knees and slipped her hands behind her head. It was a strange feeling for her, not being able to see and knowing this man was watching her every move. She started the deep breathing she used during her meditations and just waited, trying not to be anxious or patient. She recognized the pain in her left breast with one deep breath, the right with another and that around her pussy with a third.

He did just look at her at first. Her pussy itself looked substantially better than the night before, it’s natural anatomy keeping it fairly well protected and the body’s propensity for quick healing in that area for obvious reasons. Her clit looked only slightly darker than normal. There was still some dark bruising around her mons, her outer labia, the tops of her thighs and one particularly bad place where he had struck the join at the top of her leg that would take longest to heal. There were no marks on her belly or near her vital organs; he had taken care to miss them.

Her breasts were substantially worse. The bruising here was dark and deep, particularly the underside. Parts of her nipples too were blue and purple, but the cool air had raised them, and they puckered up as if to meet him. He looked down again between her legs and, seeing her glistening wetness, knew it wasn’t just from the cold. A phrase from her journal last night came back to him: In that moment, I knew I was beautiful because you told me I was beautiful. After, I was truly happy because you told me I made you happy.

‘You are lovely in every way, Annis,’ he whispered to her. ‘I love this openness you’re showing me. Thank you.’ He slipped a finger inside her pussy and drew it out, covered in her juices. She felt him press it against her lips and she opened her mouth and began sucking it clean. When she did, she felt him start to softly start to suck her left nipple. As he kept working, sucking her deeper into his mouth, the pain climbed until he gently took her in his teeth and lifted, stretching her breast up. She almost called out, but thought about her hand, how she had asked him to help her trust him. Trust him, she thought, and reached a hand down to rest over his groin. It was the most she could do to let him know she was his. He immediately dropped her breast, causing pain to radiate through her chest, but all she said was ‘I’m yours, Bryndis. Thank you.’

It was what he had been waiting to hear, this unasked giving of herself.

‘Yes, you are mine.’ He said it kindly, stroking her hair. ‘We have to leave today and go back. While I get our things together, I want you to think about why you want me to be your Kyros. Your journal is next to you. I’ll get you in an hour.’

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Something short before bed, might continue this later-

You never know!

Love,

issy

x

***

Fingers moved over flesh causing the submissive’s breaths to come out in little puffs. Exploring his body slowly, his Mistress listened for the signals that told her where he was sensitive. His ears, nipples and thighs seemed to be the places that made him react most. She focused on how she made him feel, the emotions sex seemed to evoke, rather than how she owned him.

Taking Aiden by the hand, she pushed the boy’s shoulder and made him turn so that he was facing her. “Kneel,” Maiya had instructed.

He obeyed, his breath unsteady. She held his elbow making sure he didn’t topple over. Reaching out, she petted his soft ears making him purr. Using her free hand she shuffled out of her skirt. Moving closer, she kissed his lips once earning a look of surprise from her submissive, however happily obliging. It seemed the Mistress was in a good mood, unusually.

Aiden watched as she undid the satin cloth from her right wrist slowly. Maiya moved closer, near straddling him. She peppered kisses along his jawline, brushing against soft blonde stubble. Hungrily, she moved downwards hungrily kissing, sucked, and nibbling the skin at his neck, leaving her mark upon him. She trailed her fingers down his chest, tugging downwards at his boxers. The satin cloth brushed across his torso.

His hands softly brushed the brunette curls out of her face and she tilted her head locking eyes with him. He flushed, shifting below her, the eye contact making him feel unsettled causing him to turn away.

“Don’t be shy. Your eyes are pretty.” She murmured, smiling. She dropped the esenler escort cloth in his lap, moving off him. “Stay here.”

Aiden sat looking at his Mistress as she fumbled through a draw, removing a set of steel chain and leather cuffs. She swayed back, leaning over him to fasten them to his wrists. His hands were stuck behind his back, and he looked up expectantly at the young woman.

The mistress took the satin from his lap, pushed back his hair and fastened it over his eyes. The blindfold made his heart rate pick up slightly as she helped him up, ordering to sit on the bed. Aiden bit his lip, wondering what she was about to do. Something kinky no doubt. He could feel her fingers move over his body again, this was the touching and exploring from earlier however it felt different. Not being able to see made it feel more intense.

Aiden shuddered as he felt something brush his thighs, it trailed up and down, the familiar feeling of leather. His breath fastened, tail curling around his chest. Was it a paddle? A whip? He couldn’t tell, just waited for what would happen next. His mistress used the handle of it to help tug off his boxers, her hand gliding over the front before throwing it to the ground. The soft skin of her hands glided under the waistband finishing the job. He lets a out a small groan as she suckles on his thigh leaving small hickeys.

“Miss-“

“Hmph, be quiet.” She cuts him off with a kiss, raging with teeth, tongue and pet up desire. She grips his collar, pulling him in close, her voice lowers. “I mean it.”

It’s a warning. She reaches down for the leather, straddling him, giving a rough slap to the ass. florya escort It’s quick yet stings. Her paddle is a taste of what’s to come. He winces. She leans down again, looking up at his face, pressing her lips to the tip of his swelling cock. She opens her mouth, her tongue flicking out against him. As she opened her mouth further, he pushed in and he hit the back of her throat. He groaned quietly, as she dug her hands into his hips. She bobbed her head up and down, tongue wrapped around him as she moved her mouth. He moaned lowly again, causing her to pull away, cock still hard.

“I told you to be quiet.” She murmured. “Lie down, slut. Ass up.”

As the submissive laid in his stomach, his mistress fumbled through drawers. She had found what she wanted, a plug, now she only needed to find lube. It was proving a difficult task. The plug was larger than what the boy was used, not by much but she knew he would feel it.

“Maiya, are you still here?” The kitten mumbled his mistress’ name. He was too tired to care, however it was against their rules. He was only permitted to call her by the titles of Miss or Mistress. Her name was reserved for the rare social outing or the presence of others.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you pet.” She moved closer to him, in reality she did but she wanted him to realise his mistake of disrespecting her position.

“I asked if you were still here, Mistress.” He muttered, he couldn’t see her but he knew she was edging closer to her. His cock still twitched from the denial, fingers clawing the duvet.

“Oh, I heard. I just wanted you to repeat yourself, you can’t even do that for me.”

Forgetting kayaşehir escort the lube, she moved closer to him. She squeezed his ass, pushing his thighs apart. Maiya pushed the toy, spreading his cheeks. Touching him lightly, he whimpered as she rubbed at him. After a few minutes, she pushed the dry plug into him, letting it fill his hole.

It was uncomfortable, yet he took it in as she slightly pressed some of her weight on to him. She pressed the base of the toy ensuring it would stay in place. “How does that feel?”

“Ah! It feels good.”

She shook her head, Aiden was lying. She knew it wouldn’t be comfortable. The mistress grabbed the leather paddle, running it over the curves of his ass. She smacked it over the plug making the submissive shudder, his ears flattening. It would be five times on each cheek. Five times for each time he moaned whilst sucking him (twice) and five times for calling her by name, each time getting harder.

His ass was red and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to sit for days by twenty. He cried out at twenty five, teardrops leaking into the pillows. She stopped and stared at the marks that marred his pale skin. His body lay still, only his lungs moving, heavy breaths causing his shoulders to move under her fingertips.

“Five more.” She told him, and he said no more. It was softer as she watched the red welts rise on his skin. She wasn’t sure what caused this side to her, she loved and hated it the same and continued, starting soft and letting the leather fall hard on his skin. This new pain bringing them both pleasure.

“I’m sorry.” She wiped under his eyes, a smile gracing her lips. Maiya pressed her lips to his forehead and stroked his dusty hair gently. She tugged the knot of the blindfold off, letting it fall revealing his glassy amber eyes.

Under the covers Maiya reached for Aiden’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“Miss. I wanted it. I deserve it.” He cut her off, turning towards her. He smiled softly back at her, dimples showing in his cheeks. “Just sleep.”

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The other girls left the room, chattering amongst themselves. Paige sat down on the bed next to me, leaning over me, looking into my eyes. She was wearing a pair of red silk running shorts and a tight white tank top. Slowly she traced her finger down my chest, squealing with delight as I squirmed at her touch. By the time she reached my stomach, I could feel myself growing very hard. She drug her fingers through my public hair, her nails gently scratching the skin underneath.

“Mmmmmm,” she said, quickly changing position, crawling over me to find a spot between my legs. She traced her fingers along my inner thighs, watching my cock respond. “I love seeing a guy get hard, such a beautiful sight.” She looked up and asked playfully in a little girl voice, “You’re going to stay nice and hard for me right?”

I blushed deeply, turning my head, not answering. She giggled. “Oh this *is* going to be fun,” she said as she bent down, raising his hips in the air, pressing her head down near my crotch. She leaned down and shook her head, her bushy brown hair cascading over my cock. She laughed as she drew her head back, her beautiful soft hair gradually tracing over my stiffening cock.

I moaned softly, arching my back as she repeated it. Next she pulled herself up and flopped down beside me, her head on my chest. She started talking to me as she traced her fingertip along the underside of my cock.

“You are such a delightful plaything, David. I like seeing you nice and hard for me. I thing alibeyköy escort guys should always be hard like this, don’t you?” Waiting for my answer, she seductively sucked on her finger, before tracing her warm, wet fingertip along the underside of my cock, stopping to swirl it around just below the head.

I let out a gasp as she touched the most sensitive spot on my cock, resulting in a round of giggles from her.

“Please Paige,” I said softly, “it is starting to hurt.”

“Awwww, poor baby,” she teased, “Is Davy’s widdle cock getting aww achy?” She continued twirling her fingertip along the head. Now she was looking up at me, watching my responses, gauging the effect of each touch.

I responded by twisting and bucking my hips, trying to get more contact, but with each attempt she simply pulled her hand away, waiting for me to stop before she continued teasing.

“Now hold still, David,” she insisted. “If you aren’t going to be good, I’ll have to punish you. You don’t want that do you?” Her eyes were beautiful deep pools, staring into me. I shook my head, blushing I responded, “No, please Paige. Don’t punish me.” I closed my eyes, unable to continue looking into hers, choking on the words she wanted me to say.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, “Doesn’t it feel good?” She had taken her hand, raised it to her mouth and licked her palm before wrapping it around my swollen cock. Her hand tightened around me, before very slowly sefaköy escort slipping up along its length, almost as if she were squeezing it out of her hand. The sensations shot through every inch of my cock, causing me to buck and squirm, whimpering involuntarily.

“Pleeeeeeease Paige,” I begged.

She bit her lip and smiled at me, a playful smile as she slowly shook her head No, wrapping her hand around me again, this time holding it still, not moving it, but squeezing, slowly, but firmly, almost pumping it. My whimpers turned to groans, and then desperate pleading as he hand slowly began to move, higher and higher, grabbing tighter and tighter. I became lost in her, seeing how incredibly beautiful she was, how much she was loving what she was doing to me.

The feeling started to build, deep inside me, my stomach tightened and then a wave started in my legs and my stomach, almost like an internal vibration, slowly moving toward my crotch, twisting and building, getting closer and closer and then, suddenly, her hand was gone. I tugged frantically at my bonds, trying to get free, my cock twitching and bouncing just on the verge of cumming. I tried twisting and turning, trying to find anything to brush against me. Just the smallest sensation was all I needed.

And there Paige was, looking so sexy, sucking on her finger. Tracing it over he lips.

I looked at her, my eyes wide. “Please, please, I need to finish.”

She halkalı escort stopped sucking her finger and simply shook her head, smiling, clearly having a wonderful time at my expense.

As I twisted and writhed, trying to free myself in complete frustration, she sat back and clapped excitedly, looking so adorable as if she just won the lottery. She was giggling and laughing at my predicament, especially pleased at how hard I continued to be.

“Just loosen one of these,” I pleaded.

She shook her head again. “Against the rules,” she said matter of factly.

She sta back down between my legs and leaned forward. I braced for the sensation of her hair falling over me again, but instead just felt a rush of hot, moist air. I looked down to see her lips parted, her mouth poised to swallow my cock, but her lips not touching. Instead, my cock was just surrounded and enveloped in her hot breath. As I moaned, she pulled away.

“You are *sooooo* responsive,” she said, smiling in approval. “I like you this way.” She cocked her head, “If I *did* untie you, what would you do?” she asked.

In that state, it was impossible to respond, other then by begging her to do just that, “Yes, god, untie me, please, anything, I’ll do anything.”

She smiled and laughed. “Now *that* I’d like to see. But like I said. Against the rules.”

There was a knock on the door and Krissy peered inside. “Time’s up.”

Paige pouted, “So soon?” Krissy nodded. “Was he a good boy?” I blushed listening to them talk about me.

“Oh yes,” Paige responded. “Very good!” The smiled at each other before collapsing into afit of giggles. Krissy took Paige by the hand and helped her up. Before leaving she stepped over next to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun,” she whispered in my ear before leaving, hand in hand with Krissy.

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Chapter 11: The Card Game

I make my way to La Contessa’s games salon where I wait patiently beside the card table as I’ve been directed. The other household servants are not put out by having a naked servant wander around the house wearing no more than a collar and a few leather straps. I get the odd admiring glance at my manhood from the younger, female servants. But they know not to linger too long in admiring my physique or they’ll get a reprimand from old Lucio.

The centrepiece of the salon is a billiard table, but there are also several card tables, one laid out for a game. There’s a chair arranged on one side of the table and four on the opposite side. In front of each setting is a stack of chips fashioned from ivory, each with a distinctive coloured marking on it. There’s a decanter of malvasie and glasses set out around the table at each place setting.

The table is set out for a game of faro, a hugely popular card game in Venice for many years. Il Ridotto, the gaming houses sanctioned by the Venetian state, are full of people playing faro. I once visited the largest of these gambling houses in Calle de Ridotto. It was an eye opener; a vast candlelit hall with over a hundred gaming tables packed with gamblers. It’s hugely popular though I’ve never been tempted to partake. I’ve seen and heard of too many lives ruined from fortunes lost at the gaming table. I know how popular the game is with the aristocratic elite of Venice so it doesn’t surprise me La Contessa should invite guests to play with her.

The green baize has a suit of spades set out in classic formation with a row containing ace to six, another row with eight to the king, and the seven to one side on its own. Faro is simple and fast moving, hence why it’s so popular and how people lose so much money playing it. Basically, people play against the dealer by placing bets on the cards.

At the start of the game three cards are turned up from the pack. The first isn’t used in the game and is discarded to the left of the pack. The next card is the ‘loser’ and is placed in front of the dealer whilst the card left face up on the pack is the ‘winner’. ‘Loser’ cards win for the banker who takes the stakes from the card on the board while ‘winner’ cards win for the players who’ve bet on that card. After each ‘turn’ of the two cards the bets are settled and the stakes of the cards not turned over stay on the table.

I admit to being intrigued about the role I’m meant to play in the game. I imagine La Contessa will add a sexual twist to it, or maybe she wants me as a decoration to stand there naked in my leather straps.

I hear a commotion of chatting and giggling from the other side of the door before it’s flung open by Lucio dressed in formal attire for the occasion. Lucio sees me standing by the card table and shoots me a disdainful stare across the room. La Contessa enters with her four guests.

They are a bizarre sight dressed with the formal extravagance of Venetian court life. Julia has done a remarkable job in transforming her mistress into the epitome of current Venetian fashion. The wigs are enormous, even by the standards of the day. It’s as if they’ve entered a competition for the tallest wig, which, inevitably, La Contessa has won, as hers is several inches higher than the others. They are embellished with jewels and enormous feathers so that, even in the high ceiling of the salon, they nearly touch the roof. In fact, I believe the size of La Contessa’s wig is so preposterous a parody of the fashion of the day, or even a mockery of her guests, is suggested. She has the statuesque figure and poise to pull it off but, though I’d dare not hint it to her, as a group they appear rather ridiculous.

It’s not only the enormous wigs. Their faces are powdered white, their lips rouged and their faces adorned with false moles in the shape of hearts or spades. Their gowns are sumptuous; the quality of the material, their cut, and vibrant colours are stunning. They walk stiffly, encumbered as they are by their wigs, bustles, and layers of undergarments.

As they enter one of La Contessa’s guests is nattering away to the others in good Italian with a strange accent, which I take to be English, “I’m enjoying Venice exceedingly. I must say, much to my surprise, so is Lord Rudston. I was most worried he’d be bored away from his estate and his hunting, but he seems to have taken such an interest in the architecture here. You know, he has taken to regular constitutional walks where he simply insists on going out on his own to explore Venice. I’m most delighted he’s shown an interest in things other than his hunting, it’s most refreshing.”

I have to restrain myself from laughing. I catch La Contessa’s gaze and we exchange discreet smiles. We both know where Lord Rudston’s been! He’s taken himself off to the brothels of the Cannaregio. He’s probably fucked every prostitute in Venice by now without Lady Rudston suspecting a thing. Well, I say every prostitute; that would be some bayrampaşa escort achievement given there are several thousand of them!

From the introductions made by Lucio I can identify La Contessa’s guests. There’s Lady Rudston, with a short round body and spherical face looking absurd in her massive wig. Apparently, Lord Rudston owns huge estates in a part of England I’ve never heard of called ‘Yorkshire’. There’s Archduchess Hofburg from Salzburg, who is tall, angular and pointed, Anastasia Petrova, allegedly a Russian Princess and finally, and most interestingly, Mademoiselle Marie La Tour, the wealthy heiress to the Gobelins tapestry factory in Paris, who is young and pretty. They make for a strange party.

Now, from the point of view of La Contessa’s plans for her soiree, they have each come with a male servant, dressed like me in combinations of leather straps and thongs. I expect La Contessa has loaned this attire as I can’t imagine this being normal dress in these aristocratic houses. They are directed to stand next alongside me at one end of the card table.

The ladies take their seats at the table and Lucio pours out a glass of malvasie for each of them. They unfold their enormous fans, decorated with hand-painted Japanese geishas, which must be the latest fashion. I appreciate it must be hot under the thick velvet and damask dresses but the salon is not so warm. I can only think the fans are an affectation or, it occurs to me, they might be used for coded messages if the players had conspired to cheat La Contessa, as I know fans are used in this way. But I consider this highly unlikely. Indeed, it’s hard to imagine Lady Rudston having the wits to cheat anybody.

La Contessa explains the rules of her game, “I know you are familiar with the rules of faro. I shall play the role of dealer. You can bet up to five stakes for each turn. There is a delightful little twist to my version of the game though. After each turn your winning stakes are converted into punishments for our respective servants. So, if the dealer, that’s me, wins, then I get to punish your servant. If a player wins, then you get the chance to punish my slave. So, there you are ladies, it’s really win-win for you, either you administer corporal punishment or you watch it being delivered to another servant.”

As La Contessa explains her rules I stand there mentally calculating the likely odds. Surely that means with four against the dealer I have four times more chance of being punished than the other servants? Oh well, I was expecting there to be a twist, and it doesn’t surprise me La Contessa would load the odds against me.

“This is good. I am looking forward to game. Salons of St Petersburg do not permit such goings-on. We are not so, how do you say, opening of minds as in Venice,” explains the Princess Anastasia in broken Italian.

“Oh my goodness! If only Lord Rudston knew what I’m getting up to whilst he’s wandering around Venice looking at churches. He’s such a stick-in-the mud,” laughs Lady Rudston. “He’d never imagine I’d be doing anything as naughty as this whilst his back’s turned!”

“I was once invited by the Comte du Conde to a masked spanking ball at the palace of Vaux le Vicomte,” added Mademoiselle La Tour, “it was great fun. Thank you for inviting me Contessa, I’m looking forward to this.”

The thin Austrian archduchess looks across at her haughtily, “I’m surprised Le Comte would invite a tradesman and commoner to his palace.”

Mademoiselle stares daggers at her, “Money opens doors, as you’ll no doubt discover soon Herr Hofburg. Nobody will talk to an impoverished aristocrat as I expect you’ll soon find out after your husband has settled his debts at Il Ridotto.”

This afternoon could be fun! But La Contessa has no time for this squabbling amongst her guests and rapidly pulls them back to the game at hand.

“Lucio, lay-out the instruments of punishment for me,” she orders.

He fetches an armful of implements and arraigns them on the green baize of an adjoining card table. There is a collection of whips, riding crops, tawses, straps, slippers, and canes of varying sizes, materials, and flexibility all capable of delivering severe corporal punishment. The servants of the other aristocratic guests stare nervously at the tools arraigned before them.

“I will add a little more interest to the game by giving a value to the implements. I believe the canes are the harshest so they need two winning stakes before you can use them. For the overall winner, the player with the most winning stakes, I have a special treat. So, shall we begin ladies?”

La Contessa nestles into the dealer’s chair. The ladies place their stakes on the cards. She shuffles the deck and places it face up in front of her on the table. The card showing is the first card, known as the soda, and this is discarded and placed to the left of the pack. The next card is the two of diamonds; this is the ‘loser’ and fulya escort is placed between the discarded card and the pack. The card showing at the top of the pack is the eight of clubs, and is the ‘winner’.

Lady Rudston has placed a stake on the two of spades on the board, this means she has lost to the dealer and, under the rules of this version of the game, La Contessa can punish Lady Rudston’s servant.

She’s in fits of giggles over it, “Oh, I’m so sorry, James. I was never any good at cards! Lord Rudston has always said I’ve no luck in card games and he’s right. This is such fun.”

I glance at the deck. Two guests, Mademoiselle La Tour and the Archduchess Hofburg have put stakes on the eight which means I receive one stroke from each of them. I think I might enjoy being whipped by the pretty French heiress and the Archduchess looks so feeble, I’d be surprised if she can even lift a riding crop!

Lady Rudston’s servant, James, bends over dutifully to receive his punishment. La Contessa leaves him there as she adds another detail to the rules.

“I should have mentioned that a lady can opt to use her hand to deliver a spanking instead of the implements, if she prefers. I choose to use my bare hand.”

She stands up, ceremoniously stretches out her arm and slowly pulls off her lace glove. She raises her arm and brings her hand sharply down on the servant’s backside with a loud slap. The servant shouts out.

“Ouch! That hurts.”

La Contessa looks at him with disgust, “It is a mere tickle. You’ll find out what real punishment is later in the game. There is another rule. Servants must take their punishment in silence. If they make any noise, or if any one of the players think they have not accepted their punishment gracefully, then they can ask for another stroke.”

La Contessa raises her arm again and brings her hand down even harder. James, having learnt his lesson, takes his punishment in silence.

Now it’s my turn and I bend over and thrust my arse up invitingly into the air. Out of the corner of my eye I see Mademoiselle choose the riding crop, and the Archduchess a leather strap. The riding crop crashes on my backside. It’s a hard stroke, and I can tell Mademoiselle means business. The cord at the end of the crop delivers a nasty little sting. The Archduchess strikes me with the leather strap. I’m surprised at the strength of the stroke. The impact and quality of the pain is wholly different as the flat leather strap whacks against one bum cheek.

“Contessa,” Mademoiselle calls mischievously, “I heard him grunt when the crop whipped him, so I claim another stroke.”

“Yes, I’m disappointed in him. He has been trained to receive punishment. Of course, Mademoiselle, these are the rules of the game, please go ahead.”

I’m sure I didn’t grunt, but I’m not going to argue. I steel myself for another stroke and this one is even harder. She’s obviously determined to enter into the spirit of the game.

“That’s not fair. I struck him harder than her, and I heard him grunt too. I demand another stroke,” this from the indignant Archduchess who doesn’t want the French woman to get one over on her.

“But yes, you are entitled to another stroke,” replies La Contessa.

The heavy leather strap crashes on my arse again with a loud slap. This could be a long afternoon if the ladies compete for more hits like this.

La Contessa’s card game continues in a similar vein. Faro is a fast moving game; turns last only as long as it takes to deal the two cards, hence why it’s so easy to lose money in the state gaming houses. The guests quickly get used to La Contessa’s rules and, as the game gathers pace, the turn-over of spankings, whippings, and beatings becomes faster and more furious.

La Contessa finds it highly entertaining. I can tell she’s exercising restraint and refrains from delivering the beatings I know she’s capable of to the other participants who are not as experienced in receiving punishment. Consequently, the shock of being struck by La Contessa’s whip with its long leather thongs leads them to emit squeals, groans, and gasps leading to further strokes. But the other servants get off lightly. Somehow, I find it’s me who gets the lion’s share of the punishment.

La Contessa laughs with the other ladies, “I really don’t know what’s happening, I don’t appear to be having much luck as dealer. The ‘winner’ cards are coming up for you so frequently.”

We servants face the game as La Contessa considers it amusing for us to see the stakes placed and the cards as they are turned over so we can work out the punishments we can expect.

“I believe it adds to the anticipation and the fun for us.” she explains, and they agree as they regard our shocked faces with amusement.

In fact, La Contessa’s luck is so poor in this game I suspect she’s manipulating it to make sure I receive the most punishments. I’ve been party to her games long enough yenibosna escort to know it’s likely. The other interesting point about faro is that stakes can build up on an individual card until it is turned up. It so happens twelve stakes have accumulated on the knave and, surprise, surprise, La Contessa turns the knave of hearts over as a ‘winner’ card, which means I have to take twelve strokes.

The guests find this highly amusing. They each make their choice of implement: the Russian Princess the riding crop; the Austrian Archduchess, a slipper; Lady Rudston, the leather strap, whilst Mademoiselle La Tour selects to use her bare hand. They have me bend over and stick my arse up in the air for them as they line up to take their turns. Three strokes of crop, two of the slipper, three of the strap in quick succession with barely time to take breath and finally, four slaps from Mademoiselle. After the beating my arse is red and throbbing. Strangely, I don’t mind. I know how thin the boundary is between pain and pleasure, and I’m only too willing to join in the game. I’m convinced I take this punishment in steely silence but Mademoiselle, who I think is playing games with me, insists I let out an audible gasp and should, therefore, be punished further by both her and the other guests too. La Contessa acquiesces with her demand. This means a further twelve strokes.

They each have their different styles of delivery and, after downing several glasses of malvasie, they are soon tipsy and lose their inhibitions. The Russian’s strokes are icy and determined, and the heaviest of the four. The Austrian doesn’t hit as hard yet finds a delivery which gives a nasty sting. It takes a while for the English lady to get going as to start with she’s in such a fit of giggles she fails to deliver a proper stroke. As she warms up her hits become firmer. She looks a sight after delivering her three strokes, her round face flushed and bright red from the exertion. Mademoiselle is having the most fun. She’s playing along with the spirit of the game and finds any excuse to administer me more punishment. It’s Mademoiselle who’s the first to exercise the rule of holding back on stakes to use the cane. She’s the most successful player, much to the annoyance of the Archduchess Hofburg.

“Contessa,” she says after winning with four bets on number nine, “I’ve four stakes with this win and I’ve saved another six from other wins, so I believe I have the right to use five strokes of the cane.”

“Certainly, Mademoiselle,” agrees La Contessa, “by all means make use of your stakes. We shall enjoy seeing my slave get punished with the cane.”

“Sacre bleu, I’m looking forward to this. I had a lover once who enjoyed corporal punishment. When it was quiet, I used to tie him to a loom in the tapestry works and give him a good caning. It’s such a shame, he’s no longer my lover now, but they were happy days!”

“How wonderful,” replies La Contessa. “Yes, there is nothing like caning a lover… or a slave. But Mademoiselle, I’ve had a wonderful idea for a commission. As you know, I’ve invited you here because I need tapestries to decorate my gaming salon. I propose you design a tapestry of me punishing my slave. It can be a permanent memento of our afternoon.”

“Why, that would be wonderful, Contessa. The men in the works will have such fun designing it. And I will make sure you look magnificent in the tapestry. I will have them weave your dress in gold thread.”

“Excellent, Mademoiselle. We will discuss details later.”

The Austrian Archduchess has a face like thunder. I fear she has misjudged La Contessa. She only has to look at the outstanding paintings, sculptures, and tapestries in the palazzo to recognise La Contessa has an appreciation for fine arts.

“Now to the business at hand,” smiles Mademoiselle with relish. “Stick your arse out for me. I want a decent target to aim at.”

I do as I’m told and present myself for her. She circles around me flexing the cane. She drags it across my arse, raw from many beatings over the course of the card game.

She raises the cane high above her head and brings it down with a swishing sound to crack onto my backside. It stings. She’s young and strong, and she knows how to deliver a severe punishment. I can hear the other women gasp at the ferocity of the stroke. I breathe heavily but hold my position.

She leans over so her face, topped by the huge wig balanced on top of her head, is pressed close to mine. I get a whiff her scent, sweet and flowery, the most expensive from her Parisian parfumier no doubt.

“Now, I don’t want to hear the slightest whimper from you. And I’m listening… very carefully!”

The next stroke comes cracking onto my backside. There’s a slight pause and then the next three in quick succession so I can barely draw breath. Do I let out a gasp? I can’t help it. It may only have been faint, but if challenged I couldn’t deny it.

“He makes breathe, I think,” says the Russian Princess triumphantly.

“Yes, he definitely did,” confirms La Contessa as she turns to me. “I’m disappointed in you, slave. I’ve been praising your ability to take punishment to my guests, and now you’ve let me down. I think Mademoiselle is entitled to another five strokes. And I will give you another five for failing to serve my guests adequately.”

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There I was, kneeling… silently… shivering with my body covered in goosebumps. I felt as though I had taken an ice bath and now was sitting down on the ground, without clothes, waiting for the devil to grasp me and take a hot drop of wax to my pale freckled skin…

I was kneeling there… red spots, that resembled raspberries you would get as a child from sliding on the carpet, began to appear on my knees due to the prolonged time I had been kneeling on this smooth oak floor.

Then, I heard him. In my left ear, I heard the door to the basement creek open, ever so slowly. I heard his smooth leather shoes make a clicking sound as he walked in and shut the door behind him. I could practically hear his body. His chiseled jawline and his calloused hands were like the sweet, yet painful, songs of the morning birds on a cool summer’s day. As I heard his shoes scrape against the hardwood, I could feel my body tense. I could feel my muscles clench, my eyelashes attempt to flutter under my blindfold, and my nipples rise slowly whilst getting harder. My whole body was covered in goosebumps, each one denoting another bit of anticipation and absolute desire I was having at that moment, and that I had been having since the last time I left this room a few days ago…

At this very moment, I could practically hear his internal thoughts…

“Well, well, well… what am I going to use to inflict pain on this gorgeous slut today? Should I use the leather whip? No no, that is too soft… maybe the cane today…”

I was convinced that he loved the sound of the whip or the cane striking my skin repeatedly more than he loved me… I was convinced he loved the red welts that would appear on my ass after 15 or so striking of the cane more than he loved my red lips… I was not even convinced of these things, I knew they were facts.

Out of the corners of my silk blindfold, I noticed the lights dim… it was time.

I heard him mutter to himself, and I heard the sound of clinking metal. Ooooh goodness, I thought to myself. Today is going to be intense… I liked to pretend that this was not something I liked, although, when I kneeled on this floor completely exposed with my perky breasts hanging in the open air and my ass pressing against the heels of my feet, I loved every single second of it. I loved the feeling of this humility, and of the pain that would soon begin… the more intense the better, I thought to myself.

Maybe it was I that loved those welts on my ass more than my own lips…

Soon, I heard the clicking of his heels against the dark hardwood come closer to me, until, I could feel his presence directly in front of me. He stood there dressed in a dark suit with his leather shoes, smelling of the most decadent cologne I had ever sensed, and he uttered one word, “look.”

That was my sign that we had begun, and with my eyes blindfolded, I looked up at him, knowing that I could not speak to him unless he permitted. He untied my blindfold, and my eyes quickly shot towards the floor… rule number 3… never look at Master in the eyes unless he demands… explicitly.

As my eyes glanced down to his shoes, I caught a glimpse of what he was holding and of what Master had in store for me today. He was standing in his suit, with his crisp white button-down that fit him perfectly. I saw his strong hands grasping something: a spider gag. I knew today was going to be rather intense, and I could not have been more thrilled and aroused.

He ordered me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, just as a dentist would. He then grabbed my hair, pulled it back, pushed the hinges of the gag into my mouth and tied it behind my head, gracefully while avoiding catching my curly red hair in it. He gave me a slap on the cheek, then another. Then… he said, “look at me.”

I looked up towards his face, and I was reminded of his handsome hazel eyes, his wavy brown hair, and his decadently evil beykent escort smile. He liked me this way, restricted and below him… and so did I.

He then examined my face and my open mouth again, however this time, my saliva was beginning to drip out of my mouth onto my breasts and stomach and was rolling down in small beads to the wood floor, whilst leaving a trail of glistening wetness all over my body.

Master smiled, and took a step back to admire the view… of me…

He then turned around abruptly and walked over to the empty space in the middle of the room. This empty space was usual the space in which I would be bound by the black ropes hanging from the ceiling, however, today was different. I saw a harsh setup in front of me. I saw black painted metal rods, which I knew very well, and were used as a more strict form of bondage. The rods could be unscrewed, and then the desired part of my body would be placed there, such as my neck, and then the rods would be re-screwed together, creating a very tight place. I loved that tight place though, I could not move a single inch, and that was fantastic.

As he stood behind this harsh rod setup, he ordered me to come. I rose to my hands and knees and walked on all fours over to him, and then kneeled on those red spots again. He then began to unscrew the areas where he placed my wrists, ankles, hips, and neck. I could not move a single inch of my body, and he screwed the rods shut. The metal stung like ice cubes against my bare skin, and my ass and pussy were fully exposed due to the way he had bound my hips and ankles. I adored that feeling.

I could feel my body getting even more aroused and my pussy becoming wetter… and wetter… soon I longed for Master’s touch.

I heard him walk back over to me, examined the large puddle that had dripped out of my mouth, and decided that it was due for punishment. Master walked back over to his array of whips, paddles, and canes, and he picked out a harsh tan cane.

He walked back over, and I heard the sting of the cane fly through the air even before it touched my smooth pale skin. OW. OW. OW. I screamed out loud, it was excruciatingly painful, yet in parallel with that pain, was intense pleasure and arousal.

But, my pussy was getting wetter by the second. Each painful hit caused me to want his big hard cock in me even more than the last.

I was a slut, a dirty little pain slut… but more importantly, I was his slut.

My screams rang out against the hardwood floor again and again. My body was shaking… trembling, and I could sense Master’s smile of satisfaction. He liked me like this, and so did I.

As the brutal caning slowed down, and my ass began to sting, even more, I heard him turn around, place the cane on a table, and then I heard something I had been hoping for… the unzipping of his pants.

Yes. Hell yes. I wanted his cock, I wanted it in my pussy, my ass, and I also wanted it in my mouth.

I desired nothing more at that moment than him to brutally shove his massive cock down my throat until I chocked on it… over and over.

Thankfully, my wish was granted, and soon I found myself chocking on both my gag and his cock simultaneously. He grabbed my neck, squeezed tightly, pulled my hair back without an ounce of mercy, and shoved his cock further into my mouth until the veins in my neck began to pop out and I was choking… only then did he release my neck for a second so I could breathe, and then he resumed his brutal face-fucking torture. Oh my god, it was good, I loved every second that I was gasping for breath on his cock. I loved every single second that his cock graced the sides of my lips and the inside of my throat, deep deep down. Every single time he called me his good little slut, my pussy became even wetter.

At this point, I could feel my pussy juices literally dripping down the gaziosmanpaşa escort inner part of my thigh, and I was just hoping that he would pound my pussy with his cock, or quite frankly, anything at this point. I was fully prepared to cum all over any dildo that was on a 3-foot stick, his hands, or his cock. At this point, I was so desperate, anything would suffice.

Master was right, I thought, I am a slut. A dirty whore who needs cock. I treasured the time that his cock was inside of me, it was when my holes were filled up with cock that I truly felt like myself like I was complete as the little slut that I am.

At this point, I was bound there gasping for air after a brutal face-fucking. I had my own saliva dripping down my body, all over my face, and in a glorious puddle on the floor (which I am sure I will get a punishment for later on). I could feel my stomach and chest rapidly rising and falling as I grasped for a deep breath. All I was hoping for was Master’s cock to push through the lips of my soaking wet pussy any second now… but I should have wished for it harder.

I watched as he walked in a circle around me, grinning like a young boy on Christmas day who receives the toy he had been wanting for months, but this time… I was his toy. He was spinning a piece of metal with a rope attached in his hand, and I soon realized it was an anal hook, my personal favorite. He approached my ass from behind, gave it a few light spankings, and suddenly I felt a cold metal ball enter my pussy… Master knew how wet I was, and he used my juices to make sure the metal ball was wet enough for what was to come…

After I felt the cold metal ball inside of me, it suddenly was taken right back out of my pussy, leaving me wanting so much more. I braced myself, however, because I knew that soon, that cold wet metal ball would be in my ass. Master began first with a finger inside of my ass… slowly fucking my hole as I moaned quietly with pleasure. Then he added another finger, this felt tight. He reminded me to keep my ass and body loose with a slap across the face. Soon after, I could feel the metal ball against the rim of my ass, and I could feel it slowly starting to stretch me out. It was big and hurt, but I did what Master said: I kept my body loose… and soon, the ball itself and the rod attached were inside of me.

Oh goodness, it felt wonderful…

He then grasped my hair and tied it into a ponytail, skillfully and quickly. Then, he gingerly took the string from the end of the anal hook and tied it to my ponytail. He tied it lightly at first, but then I felt a sudden feeling on tightness and a violent jerk, ah, I thought to myself, that is the feeling I know and love.

Master, once this was tied tightly enough for his liking, stepped back to admire his handiwork and the helpless but pleasurable state that I was in. I longed for his cock inside of me, however, he was not going to let me have it that easily.

He walked away again, this time, for a few minutes. I remember the first few times he had done this, I became rather scared, worrying that he had left me for good… stuck here like a rag doll. However, now I know that he will come back, so I do not panic as much, but it is still an eerie feeling. When he returned, I heard a familiar sound, the buzzing of something vibrating. Mmm, yes please, I thought to myself, and suddenly, my wishes to finally cum all over his hand were granted. He slipped three fingers inside of my pussy and placed the vibrator heavily on my clit. I moaned so loudly with pleasure, over and over… and then soon enough, I felt that I was about to cum… I shouted and begged for Master to let me cum, and he responded with a simple one-word answer, but not the right one… “no.”

So there I was… being brutally fingerfucked with a massive vibrator on my clit, and being told I was not allowed to ortaköy escort cum… I thought to myself, how in the world am I supposed to do that?? I knew, however, that he would answer with something snarky like, “figure it out.”

I was clenching every single bit of my body, begging my muscles to obey me and not give in to the pleasure that Master was giving me. I could feel myself getting tired, my body was shaking and I was crying out in pain, beautiful pain. Finally, he told me that I was allowed to cum, and just like that, every single bit of tenseness in my body melted away, and I felt the magical feeling of nirvana rain over me as my pussy pulsed around his fingers and became even wetter. My whole body was shaking in the most wonderful way possible, and my legs, had I been standing, would have given out.

As I was relishing in this amazing feeling, most people would assume he would be finished and stop fingerfucking me, however, that is not how Master does things… Master keeps fingerfucking me… even harder than before. He has kept the vibrator on my clit, and my pussy is pulsing out of control practically. He keeps going. He keeps his fingers fucking my tight pussy until I let out a cry and squirt everywhere. Over and over… I keep squirting as he rips his fingers out of my pussy over and over. After a few more times, it feels like I cannot muster up enough strength to squirt or take is brutal fingerfucking anymore, however, this does not stop him.

He only goes harder.

He pushes the vibrator even harder against my clit and over and over pulls orgasms out of me. I scream in pleasure over and over as I cum all over his hands and soon, my juices are dripping out of my pussy and all over the floor. He keeps going. He keeps fucking my pussy hard… and not letting a single second go to waste.

In that moment, I am bound there dripping from all of my holes, gasping for air, shaking… near collapse, but the feeling of pure ecstasy has washed over me. All of a sudden, the vibrator disappears and his fingers slowly pull out of me. I stay there, gasping.

It does not take long before that quiet moment disappears, and suddenly, my wish has been granted. I feel his massive hard cock begin to slide into my pussy. That feeling was better than any dildo, finger, vibrator, or anything else… it was like heaven.

He began to thrust into me, harshly, without a single regard for my feelings or my pleasure, however, it felt amazing, utterly amazing. I could feel my body shaking as he took me from behind whilst I was bound. He would shift between holding the metal piping and holding my hips while he violently thrust his cock inside of my dripping wet pussy over and over. He yelled out in pleasure, which was something that made me feel wonderful. I thought to myself, “He is loving this as much as I am… good…” He fucked me hard, slapping my ass and pulling the hook even tighter in my ass.

After a few moments, I could feel his cock begin to pulse as he was fucking me. Right then, I wished for him to fuck me even harder and cum all in my pussy. He kept fucking my tight wet pussy until suddenly, he let out a cry of ecstasy and pushed his hips even closer towards me with his pulsing cock inside of me. I could feel myself getting filled up with his cum, and I loved that feeling more than any other.

As he relished in this pleasure with his cock still inside me…pulsing… he leaned over and kissed my shoulder. A small gesture (given what had just happened), but that was all I needed to know that what had just happened was something we did together. It was special, and that was his way of thanking me… but little did he know, the pleasure was allll mine… I loved those moments with him. I loved feeling like his little fuck toy as he used me the way he desired. I loved all of those moments. However, I also loved him, and that little kiss on the shoulder, while I was shaking and grasping for breath, meant the world to me.

It meant we both knew this was fantastic.

It meant we both knew that this was real. We were real. Together.

It meant he loved me, but he also did love those red welts on my skin.

That was the magic of those moments. He loved all of me. Every single inch of my shaking, near-exhaustion body. I was his.

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This is the last instalment and I apologise for the wait. I’d written the previous four instalments before sending the first one in but I had difficulty in finishing the last. I hope you enjoy it.

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As usual we have Male Dom, female sub, bondage, some punishment, pony play and general teasing of sub with Dom taking advantage of sub (as they do). Don’t forget, this is fiction NOT a training manual!

Early the next morning, I awoke to the sun streaming through the window and a gorgeous hump of buttock immediately in front of my eyes. I admired the shape for a few moments and then, reluctantly, slapping it and saying “Get your lazy backside up and out of here. I want my breakfast now.” A head appeared from beneath the bedding and a small voice said “At once, master, I await details of what kind of breakfast you require.” Nicely done, I thought, not an excuse but a reason. We will see.

“two rashers, one scrambled egg, done correctly, two pieces of toast, medium, and a pot of black tea, not too strong. Serve in the dining room. Make porridge for yourself — 1 part oats to 5 parts water. Use a wine glass as measure. Bring to boil and simmer for one minute. Get to it and I want it in less than half an hour.”

I stayed in bed for a few minutes after she left then went into the bathroom for a shower. Having dried myself, I dressed and went downstairs and into the dining room. She had laid out cutlery and cup. I sat down as she brought in my breakfast. She remembered to serve on the left. After serving the food she poured out a cup of black tea, stood across from me and waited. “Fine.” I said “Bring your porridge in and eat it.” I proceeded to enjoy my food. She had cooked the eggs correctly this time. She brought in her bowl filled with porridge, placed it on the floor opposite, knelt and began to eat. I had not tied her hair back, so I called her “Get over here, Your pony tail needs fastening, otherwise you’ll get porridge in your hair.” I tied the pony tail and told her to finish eating as I poured a second cup of tea.

“As this is the last day, I’m going to try you in harness. Normally I’d train you for several weeks before putting you in harness, but under the circumstances I feel that a sample of pony driving might be useful. Clean your bowl and take the dishes to the kitchen. You can wash up later. Come straight outside to the barn.” I left the room and headed to the barn. While I waited for her, I sorted out the harness ready.

When she came in, I ordered her to stand in the middle of the barn. I fastened a broad belt across the hips, it had two thin straps mounted on top and two below. The top ones were led across her chest, between the breasts and over the shoulders. They dropped down her back and were fastened to buckles at the back. The lower ones were fed across either side of the mons and up to the belt. When secured these held the belt firmly. Her wrists were clipped to the belt. The bridle and bit she’d worn last night completed the harness.

I took hold of the bridle and walked across to the sulky, backing her between the shafts. Lifting the shafts, I fastened them to her belt and then fitted the long reins to either side of the bit, feeding the length onto the sulky seat.

Settling into the seat, I sorted the reins and took up the slack. “I said, normally I would work you for a while indoors to get you used to obeying the reins and pacing correctly. As we only have the week-end, I’ll take you out untrained and attempt to give you a feel of being a ponygirl. Despite the lack of training, I will expect you to learn to obey the reins quickly. Pull to the left, go left. Pull to the right likewise. Pulling harder means turn more. Shaking both means speed up and pulling on both means slow down. If I continue to pull after you’ve stopped, that means back up. Remember, I control the direction; if you start doing it before I signal you’ll be whipped hard and then driven blindfolded. Paces to be used, walk, trot and canter. Each is roughly twice as fast each time. Galloping will come later. I will use the whip if you are not complying correctly. It’s up to you to figure out what you’re doing wrong. Now then — Walk on!” So saying, I shook both reins which I was holding in my right and struck her a light blow on the buttock with the whip in my left.

Sheba walked forward and halted as the weight of the sulky came on the belt. Crack went the whip again. “Move it. Walk on.” Leaning into the harness she started the sulky moving and I pulled gently on the left rein to turn the rig towards the door. She turned and then I loosened the reins to allow her to move forwards. We passed through the doorway with no mishap and I steered her to the right to follow the lane. Once straight, I shook the reins, “giddy-up.” and gave her another cut of the whip. She jumped a little then speeded up. I kept shaking the reins until I judged she was progressing at an approximate trot. “That’s the way. Now keep it like that.” I praised. We trotted along the lane with the sulky bouncing a little on the rough surface.

I let her taste hadımköy escort the whip lightly and fairly regularly to keep the pace up but didn’t use much weight. The early part of the lane was slightly up hill which made it difficult for her but soon we reached the top and the lane dipped down. When it did so, I call “speed up — canter.” She speeded up but not enough. Several lashes made her try harder and we cantered for about a hundred yards before she began to blow. I pulled the reins saying “Whoa there now, Whoa.” Sheba slowed to a walk and then to a standstill. I climbed out of the rig and went to her. Holding the bridle, I rubbed her nose and played with her ears, while praising her for working so well. As I did so, she puffed and panted and tried to recover her breath. When she was breathing normally, I pulled on the bridle and turned the rig around to go back.

I climbed aboard again, shook the reins and called “walk on.” One crack with the whip was all that was needed to get her moving back towards the barn. When we were about two hundred yards from the barn, I slowed down to a saunter, letting her cool off before we reached the barn. When we arrived at the barn, I climbed down and led her into it, praising her all the time. I led her into the middle, then backing her and the sulky into it’s corner. Climbing down I went to her and patted her shoulder, praising her attempt at being a pony. I stepped back and looked at her. I was genuinely pleased, I had always wanted to possess a ponygirl and seeing her now, arms fastened behind, fitted with harness, bridle and bit, standing in the shafts of my sulky awaiting my pleasure; my joy was complete. Almost without thinking my hand had slid from her shoulder to her neck, rubbed her ear and then travelled down her arm, over the belt and was exploring her buttock. I brought my other hand up and caressed her breast, working slowly across towards her areola and nipple. Gentle stroking and squeezing quickly brought her nipples hard and she shuffled her feet while trying not to move under the stimulation. Relenting, I leaned forward and sucked on her nipple. As she groaned from my ministrations, after a final squeeze of her breast and buttock I released my hands then unhitched her.

Walking over to the tack area, I hitched her lead onto the collar and fastened it to a metal ring on the wall. Clipping her wrist straps together, I unfastened belt and straps, then removed and hung it up on the tack wall, as I did with the bridle and bit. When I took out the bit, she untensioned her jaw and licked her lips to remove some of the dribble.

I got a bucket of water and a large sponge, then began by washing her face and neck. I worked down Sheba’s body, paying special attention to her breasts and vagina; after all that’s part of the perks of having my own pony slave. I then washed buttocks and legs before drying her with a cloth, again paying attention to the interesting bits.

When dried, I ordered her to kneel and untied her hair. I brushed it using a large horse brush. It was rather tangled and I had difficulty removing the snags. Eventually it was finished to my satisfaction and I re-tied the ponytail.

Ordering her to stand, I untied the lead and after a quick “heel.” led her back into the house. As we arrived, I removed the leash, released her wrists and ordered “Go to the kitchen, prepare a meal and inform me when it’s ready. You’ll find two chops in the fridge and make chips.”

I took a book into the lounge, settled into my favourite chair for a quiet read while I waited. Interesting as the book was, my thoughts turned to the afternoon’s activities. After her work as a pony I believed she deserved a rest. Well, a possible rest. I’ll take her upstairs, onto the bed, and see how long she can go without coming. After all her work she deserves a treat. Nothing like a little sexual torment to bring a glow to a female slave’s cheeks, all four at times! While I mused, she came in and announced lunch. Putting my book down, I went into the dining room to enjoy my meal. Without instructions to the contrary, she had prepared my meal only. After she served me, I told her to kneel at my side.

While enjoying my meal, I fed some of the chips to Sheba. I held them out, allowing her to take them in her teeth. As she chewed. I cut some of the fat from my chops and then fed that to her. When I had finished, I pushed my plate away, emptied the cup and stood up. “Wash the dishes then come to the bedroom.” I said as I left the room.

I went upstairs, had a quick shower and donning a bathrobe went into the bedroom to examine my toys. I straightened the duvet and attached four lengths of rope to the bed, one to each corner. They were fastened loosely. I’d tighten them later on Sheba. I put a fresh battery into a remote operated dildo and laid out some large peacock feathers, a few assorted tawses, crops and a light whip with multiple suede tails. They should provide some interesting options. As an after thought, I added a blindfold, several clamps, haramidere escort a couple of gags and some more rope.

Once these were sorted, I lay down on the bed to await my slave.

After what seemed an hour, I heard bare feet padding up the stairs and sat on the edge of the bed. As she entered, I said “Kneel”. She obeyed, kneeling in the doorway. I waited a few moments then ordered “Come forward — on hands and knees. Stop in front of me”. She went forward onto her hands and knees and crawled towards me, her breasts swaying with the movement of her hands. As she drew near, I raised my hand and told her to kneel. She settled back on her haunches and placing her hands on her thighs with the legs well apart and her mound pushed forward, she looked straight in front with her eyes trained on my waist. I nodded in satisfaction, she was a quick learner and I was pleased with her performance.

I spoke. “You have been very good, so far, a quick learner and I am very pleased with you. If we agree to continue with you as a 24/7 sub or should we say, a full-time slave, As your master and owner, I would be in full control of your life. You would be expected to obey my every command, indeed wish, without hesitation, no matter what I order. Any resistance of any kind will be punished and the punishment may be harsh or gentle. In fact I may punish you sometimes just because I feel like it. You feelings will not be considered. Do you understand this? You may speak.”

Staring at my feet, she said, in a quiet voice. “I understand my position and will obey you in all things.”

I sat quietly for a few moments and then said ” From your answer I believe you are prepared to stay. Is that correct?”

She nodded.

“Please say it. We must be clear in this.”

“Yes. I believe I am.”

“As for that, we will wait until the week-end has finished. However one thing I must make clear — While I will be your master and owner, there is some one else to consider.” At this I opened the bathrobe, revealing my penis which was partially engorged. Pointing at it, I continued “He is also part of our setup. Your duty is to obey me but you must always consider him. You will ensure that he is always satisfied, he is the centre of your being, your god, to worship, if you like. Do you understand?”

She nodded, then realised and answered “Yes, sir, I understand.”

“Very well. Whenever you are in this position and he is out, you will kiss his tip and caress the glans with your tongue and lips. You will then draw back a little and await further orders. If he is hidden, you may kiss his covering. Show me how you would do this.” As I said this I opened my legs wider. She quickly shuffled closer, leaned forward and puckering her lips, kiss the tip. Then, opening her mouth, she covered the end and licked it. Giving it another kiss as she pulled back, she returned to the kneel position, licking her lips.

As my penis rose hard reacting to the caress I said “That was well done, remember in future. Now you will take him in your mouth and make him come, swallowing all his juices. You may try to do it as quickly as possible. While you are at it, I may get impatient and take over. As your hands are free, you may use them as well. Don’t forget his little friends underneath, but bear in mind that testicles are delicate and easily hurt. If you are too rough you will be punished. Now begin.”

She leaned forward, taking my penis in her mouth, licking and laving the glans to bring him hard before taking him further into her mouth and sucking while stroking back and forth. Once her mouth was in use, she caressed and stroked my testicles, weighing them at times as if they were a bag of plums she was planning to purchase.

When I was completely hard, I started to push in and out, trying to bury the full length in her mouth. She gagged a little as I filled her throat and I partially withdrew to allow her to breathe. She continued to work on my penis with increasing vigour and I could feel that I was ready to come. As I exploded, I thrust hard in as far as I could and emptying myself down her throat, withdrawing slightly to finish into her mouth.

I stayed in her mouth as she sucked me dry, swallowed all my come and then cleaned my penis before releasing it. As it left her mouth, she gave it a final kiss and leaned back, licking her lips. I patted her on the head and stroked behind her ears, saying “Well done. That was very neatly done.” I stood up and rewrapped the robe around me, fastening the belt loosely. We both were breathing heavily and I said nothing until both had recovered. Then I put a towel on the bed and told her to go and lay on it.

Once she was lying on the towel, I spread her legs and tied both ankles, each to one corner, tight enough to keep her legs apart. Then I tied her wrists to the corners of the head board. She could bounce up and down but was stretched out firmly in a X shape quite unable to free herself. I then put the blindfold on. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stroked atakent escort her face as I said “Don’t say a word. Lay back and enjoy.”

Taking one of the feathers, I started lightly stroking her breasts. I worked around each one then slipping across to the other. I kept repeating this, gradually increasing the pressure as I slowly made my way up towards her nipples. Once I reached them, I restarted the same sequence but using my fingers, lightly at first but then slowly increasing the pressure. This time I tweaked the nipples when I reached them and then took them alternately into my mouth.

As they hardened, I attached a pair of clamps to them and then switched my attention to her thighs. Starting with the feather, I stroked up one thigh, across her mons and down the other, again slowly increasing pressure. As she reacted to my tracking across her mons, avoiding her slit, I switched to using my fingers again. This time as I passed over her mons, a finger would stray towards her clitoris, touching it with a quick transit before continuing on towards the thigh.

Soon she was lifting her buttocks, trying to coax my finger further into her slit. I declined the invitation, I had further frustrations in mind for her.

Stopping the caresses, I took up the smaller flogger and swiped it gently against her breasts alternately. Again I worked from the outside towards the nipples, treating each breast with equal regularity. Again I slowly increased the impact until the breasts were being slapped firmly each stroke, at which I slid the flogger down her stomach on to her thigh and then used it on each thigh in turn. As I increased the strength, I started to strike her mons after each thigh. By this time I was striking firmly and she was writhing in response.

I stopped using the flogger as her thighs turned a pleasant shade of pink and stroked her slit with my fingers, pushing one finger inside then two and then three. While I stroked her wet vagina I ensured that her clitoris was not ignored. I worked across each side and then concentrated on her increasingly aroused clit. Soon she was rolling from side to side, trying to bring herself off on my touch. Withdrawing my fingers, I leaned forward and used my tongue to lick her labia lips, then moving deeper into her entrance, I worked upward to caress the clit. By licking and sucking, I coaxed it out from the sheath and worked towards a climax. As she orgasmed, I stopped licking and returned to stroking her breasts and thighs with my fingers between caressing her with the flogger.

By this time my penis was upright, hard and wanting to join in. I quickly climbed onto the bed between her legs and slowly entered her. As I adjusted my stance to allow full penetration, I could hear her panting with desire. I then began to thrust in and out, gradually working towards complete entry. As I did this, I leaned over and, using my teeth, pulled at the nipple clamps as I thrust in and released them as I withdrew. All too soon I ejaculated, filling her with my spunk. When I finished, I withdrew, climbed up her body and pushed my penis into her mouth, saying “clean it.”

Once I was cleaned, I released her from the bed, removed the nipple clamps, slowly, turned her over and fastened her arms across the back, at wrist and elbow. I pushed a vibrator into her vagina and then continued the roping down her back, and across her rectum, between her legs, vagina and up to her breasts. Just below her breasts, I looped the rope, continuing around her sides and back to the arms. Heaving on the rope, I pulled it tight and tied it. Turning her over onto her back, I tied her ankles with several loops of rope. Once these were fastened, I brought the rope between her ankles, tightening the fastening. I then turned the vibrator to low before attaching a lead to her collar.

“Most of the time I like having a slave acting submissive but on occasions, like now, I feel like subjecting someone to a bit, or even a lot, of severe bondage and gratuitous punishment just for my own pleasure. As you have already indicated that you seem to like being punished, I thought I’d take you into my dungeon; or what passes as my dungeon. It’s was originally a bedroom. I converted it myself, I hope you like it; not that it makes any difference either way. As I finished saying this I picked up a crop and pulled gently on the lead, guiding her forwards, I said “You’ll have to hop along as best you can. If you are too slow, I’ll use the crop to speed you up. Now follow me and keep up!”

As I walked out of the room and across the landing, I deliberately pulled Sheba along faster than she could hop. This gave me an excuse to use the crop, extracting gasps and wails out of Sheba as she staggered and hopped as fast as she could. I pulled her finally into the other bedroom. Dropping the lead, I explained “This room has been adapted as a dungeon. We have a St. Andrews cross for stretching you. A hoist to lift you to new heights. A bench to strap you down to provide access to all openings and finally a cage when you need confining.” While talking I was stroking her breasts and turning her as I mentioned each item. I then twisted her nipples for emphasis. “Oh, you are still wearing the blindfold and can’t admire my work. Let me take it off.” So saying I removed her blindfold. She shook her head and opened her eyes. She gazed about and exclaimed in astonishment — the room was empty!

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You’ve been gone for more then a month, Master. I don’t know how much longer I can take not having you here with me. You ordered me, as per usual, to not climax without your permission, and no touching your property unless you have explicitly commanded me to do so. So, now I wait for your return, aroused and slightly lost without you.

I had a dream last night, Master, that I was undressing for you, but I woke up before we could get any farther. There is nothing more I’d like then to strip for you right now, to slowly reveal every luscious inch of your property. I’d remove my sweatshirt first – I wore it on purpose today to remember that no one but you has the right to see the secrets of my body. After taking that off, I’d strip off the tank top underneath, slowly exposing my stomach and strapless white lace bra. I’d stand there in my bra and jeans for a moment, letting you stare, feeling your gaze set me on fire.

Next I’d remove my jeans, shimmying out of the tight denim, and folding them and putting them to the side. Now, left only in matching white lace lingerie, I’d stand in position, legs spread about three feet apart, hands clasped behind my neck, chest out proudly, eyes demurely looking downward but sneaking constant glances at you. You’d stand and walk slowly around me, taking in every aspect of my appearance, and watching my nipples harden slightly and my skin begin to tremble under your possessive stare.

You reach suddenly and unclasp my bra, then go back to sit down again, having grazed my skin just barely with the tips of your fingers, just enough to make me yearn to arch into your touch, but I know to remain still until commanded otherwise. You sit calmly, looking unaffected by my presence, but I notice the hard length in your pants. You tell me to turn around, bend over, and remove the panties, then grab my ankles and hold position until told otherwise.

As I follow the instructions you’ve given me, I feel my arousal building, my pussy getting a bit wetter, and I bite my lip at the feeling of vulnerability that runs through me as I stand, so completely exposed. I hear you stand and come closer, then feel your fingers run lightly down my sides, so lightly that I wonder if you’re really touching me. Goose bumps arise all over my body as I struggle to remain still under your caress.

Your fingers slowly move lower, testing the wetness of my pussy, your fingers gently running the length of its lips and teasingly running over my clit. I quiver even more, breathing heavily, trying so hard to remain composed at your inspection. Standing behind me, I hear your deep, firm voice tell me to stand, and as I do I press my behind gently into your cock, loving the feel of its hardness through the denim of your pants.

When I’m standing in front of you, you grab me suddenly drawing me close against you, moving one hand to my hip to hold me steady while your other hand slowly caresses my breasts, gently moving in circles around them, avoiding my straining nipples. Your tongue skims my ear, teasing it, arousing me endlessly and causing me to shudder helplessly in your arms, lost in alibeyköy escort the passion you’ve aroused in me. Just when I garner the nerve to break the silence and beg for a harder touch on my nipples, I feel your strong fingers grasp one firmly, twist it roughly and cause me to gasp in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

My body is quivering in need, aching for more, unable to attain climax without a firmer touch. You command me suddenly to kneel, and give me a moment to regain some semblance of composure. You tell me to go to the bedroom and lay spread-eagle on the bed, face up, and await your presence. I try to gracefully rise, and move up the steps, keenly aware of your hot gaze on my ass as I climb the stairs to the bedroom.

Entering the room, I look fondly on the king sized four-poster bed, made up with black silk sheets and a red, sateen-covered down comforter. I wonder for a moment whether to strip the bed or lie atop the covers, and choose the latter, figuring after we play I’ll want nothing more then to curl up in the comfy bed with your arms around me. As I await you, I feel my anticipation growing, wondering with rampant curiosity where you will choose to guide me this evening.

The first thing you do when you enter the room is tie me up, using nylon rope to firmly tie both ankles and wrists, restricting my movement to just a few wiggles. You then kiss me on the lips; just enough to make me want you even more. You kiss each eye and tie a black blindfold around my head. I feel you stroke my hair, reassuring me, in my world of darkness, and then you move away. After what seems like several minutes, I begin to wonder where you are, and then I feel your hand running up my left leg, leaving more goose bumps in its path.

You caress my nipples again, before roughly pinching each one, your fingers squeezing tighter and tighter until I cry out from the pain. Your fingers working as clamps, you kiss between my breasts, and tell me in your husky but firm voice “That’s it, little one, surrender to my touch, don’t stifle yourself. I want to hear your reaction to everything I do to you.”

Just when my nipples start to feel numb, you release them, and I feel your lips enclose my right nipple. The hot wet velvet stroke of your tongue draws circles around my nipple, then your lips pull at it teasingly, your teeth nibbling lightly. I cannot help but try to fight my bonds, trying to arch up and somehow get more of this sweet pleasure you are giving me. You switch nipples, making sure to be fair in your treatment, and continue to alternate teasing touches, rough pinching, nibbling, and sucking for several minutes, so that I am shuddering nonstop, my pussy wet with desire.

“Please Master,” I moan, whimpering again and nearly sobbing with the need for contact on my pussy or clit.

“Please what, little pet of mine? You know you need to be more exact in your requests if you expect me to consider them,” you say between nibbles. I can just imagine the desire and wicked smile on your face as you tease me.

You know sefaköy escort what a hard time I have voicing my desires, but driven to the edge I surrender and begin to beg.

“Please Master, touch my pussy. Your pussy. I need to feel your fingers and mouth inside of me and against my clit. Please Master,” the last part a high-pitched moan as my desire rises yet another level at having to say the words.

After teasing my nipples for just a bit longer, giving each one last tweak, I feel you start to kiss down my body, licking inside my belly button and moving down to kneel between my spread legs. I feel your hot breath on my pussy lips, but you just linger, making me whimper pleadingly. After several moments, you move and I feel your tongue gently running down the length of my labia, not penetrating or touching my clit, and I try unsuccessfully to grind my hips towards your tongue. You move your tongue in circles around my clit, and I feel it swell up and harden almost painfully. You move one hand up to continue to tease my nipples as you eat my pussy. I am panting now, tossing my head side to side as you tease me, keeping me on the very edge of climax but not permitting me my release.

“Master, please, please touch my clit,” I begin to shamelessly beg. You continue, however, to circle it, avoiding contact, and I sob in need. I feel your finger massaging the entrance to my pussy, not penetrating but causing me to clench my cunt uncontrollably. Tears soak the blindfold, just as my juices soak the comforter beneath me.

Suddenly all contact stops, and I feel you move away. I cry out in need, feeling desire course through my veins stronger than ever before.

“Please Master, don’t stop, I need you,” and then a sob of “Oh God.”

My body continues to writhe and shudder, as tears run down my cheeks. I feel your tongue lick my tears away, and you kiss me passionately, keeping the desire alive.

“Are you aroused, little one? Do you feel what I can bring alive inside of you? I want you to feel my ownership, my possession. Let my will become yours. Let yourself completely surrender. Don’t think, just feel. Beg, plead, moan, scream – do it by instinct, but don’t let yourself think. Surrender completely.”

As you say this to me, I breathe in deeply, hearing only your voice, and feeling the sensations running through my body.

I feel you move away again, and then you kiss me once more. While my desire is still there, it has receded a bit. Your fingers manipulate my nipples as you move back between my legs. Gently spreading me open, I feel you blow on my clit, awakening my desire again. I shudder helplessly and moan softly as your tongue once again begins circling my clit. As you continue to tease my clit, your finger resumes massaging my entrance, gathering wetness and then moving on to massage my anus. Your other hand moves to my pussy, and I feel a finger penetrate my cunt.

I feel your finger begin to fuck my cunt, and I feel your other hand penetrate my anus, but still you’ve yet to touch my clit. I am again sobbing halkalı escort in need, my arousal the sole focus of my being, and I begin to beg again, unable to help myself.

“Please Master, please take me, I need to feel your cock inside me. Please fuck your unworthy slave Master, let her worship your cock with her cunt. Take ownership of your property, and make her feel you completely.” Between sobbing and pleading, it is hard to form words, but somehow I do. “Please Master I need you, I need your cock and I need to cum, please Master oh God please,” I cry out.

I feel you move away and my body strains against the bonds, trying to get your touch back, to somehow give myself relief, worried that you’ve stopped for good this time. I feel your mouth come down hard upon mine in a possessive kiss, and I feel your cock enter me fully in a single thrust. I cry out, but the sound is swallowed as you continue to kiss me passionately, one hand gripping my hair and the other manipulating my nipples. You continue to thrust into me roughly and I struggle to hold back, knowing I cannot release without permission.

You pull out again, making my cry out in need and pull violently against the ropes holding me. I feel you teasing the entrance to my pussy, moving your cock head so that it is just barely inside my cunt. Your lips move next to my ear, and in a near-growl, you speak.

“Beg me, little one. I want to hear that you need it – hear that you can’t live without my cock.”

“Oh, Master! I don’t know if I can hold out much longer. I need your cock, it is my salvation. Please, let me worship your cock with my cunt,” I manage to get out between breaths.

You move your lips back to mine, taking possession in a way I’ve never known before, and I feel waves of pleasure begin to overtake me. You move away, ending the kiss. You tease my ear, and I start to beg you to cum. I’ve been on edge so long now I cannot take it, and know that soon I will be unable to hold back.

“Master, please let me cum for you, I cannot hold back much longer.”

You seemingly ignore me, but then I feel your hand move slowly down my body. You thrust inside me even harder, deeper than ever before, and I hear you growl in my ear.

“Cum for me, little one, cum for your Master!”

The instant you speak, your fingers pinch my clit, and rub it quickly as you thrust into me one last time. As I feel you cumming, I scream as the dam breaks and I explode with the pleasure. The orgasm courses through my veins, breaking free and making me fly with its pleasure. The aftershocks course through me, and I continue to shudder helplessly, barely aware of anything but the lingering pleasure. I don’t feel or hear you untie my bonds, but I am aware enough to feel you hold me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

Master, I respect you more for what you do for our country. I know you risk your life daily to protect our country and help those in another. I admire your courage and strength, and I am trying to be strong for you. But Master, desire courses through my body every minute of every day; I am unable to get you out of my mind. You own me completely. You are in complete possession of my thoughts. I fall asleep at night imagining myself in your arms, and I dream of your touch upon my skin. I wake and shudder helplessly in unsatisfied arousal as fantasies such as this run through my head.

Please come home soon, Master.

Your Loving Pet.

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Ms. Preethi has challenged my mistress. Actually, I was tossed up among the tussle between my temporary mistress and my goddess for life. I didn’t want my goddess to be disappointed and humiliated in front of her friends.

She had such a confidence in my abilities that she lent me to her friend. I didn’t want to shatter her confidence and bring her shame. As a well seasoned slave, my priorities are always to please my mistress and make her proud.

You might think that my mistress has trained me well. Of course, she has taken enough care to moderate my behaviour to be a perfect slave. Though she is naturally a dominant lady, she has read enough literature to train me both physically and mentally. I might be a submissive. But, the entire credit of shaping me into a submissive slave ,who doesn’t have a thinking of his own, goes to my mistress.

Look at the difference she has made to me. My submissive instincts were always my sex driver. It has always been a mean to get hard, shack and cum until she has took the charge. I am deprived of my sexual desires now. I have reached a level where I always think about how well I can serve my mistress. I have reached to a point in which I don’t even care about my own needs. Even I have accepted the fact that slaves like me should never have their own needs. Imagine the pain I receive everyday even for the small mistakes I do. Imagine the psychological conditioning I am put into and the mental torture I go through in my day to day life. Is it even possible for me to endure all these without the proper training of my mistress? Not at all!! I am so lucky that I got an amazing mistress in the form of my wife.

There was a time when I felt whether we can continue this lifestyle forever. What about the society? Can this lifestyle sustainable in a marriage? So many questions made rounds on my head.

“See my boy!! I know you have been confused a lot nowadays. You need not to worry. I enjoy dominating you. This is my nature. I can’t change this. This is how it would be forever. You will be my submissive slave for my life. That doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. I love you. I take care of you. That’s one reason I want you to be perfect in what you do! That’s why I push you so hard and punish you. Seeing you excel makes me proud,” she explained when I brought up the topic of marriage few months back.

“I am happy to be a sub forever ma’am. I now enjoy serving you and enduring the pain you inflict on me. To know that it makes you proud, I want to strive hard to make you happier. I can’t deny the fact that question of sustainability crosses my mind often. How can we survive in this marriage set up?” I politely expressed my thoughts kneeling in front of her.

“I totally understand your concern. But, trust me in that. We will survive through this as well. When the times comes, we will let others know of this lifestyle. There comes a time when this society would be mature enough to understand. They would accept us,” she tried to consul me.

This is one quality of my mistress that I like the most. She talks and let me express my feelings. She makes sure to understand what I am thinking. She makes me understand each and every move of her. Trust is the pillar stone of this relationship. She has always worked to make me trust that whatever she does is good for both of us. It is the trust that I have on her has enabled me to come to this level and blindly follow her orders unconditionally may it be sucking the cock of the men that she brings to our home or obey her friends or submit to anyone she chooses like how I was submitting to Ms. Preethi and thinking how to fulfil her orders then.

As instructed by my mistress, I had loaded enough groceries for a week in our car. There is no scarcity of firewood in Gokarna. But, Ms. Preethi specifically requested me to make fish fry. Where would I go for fish? That too fully naked. I can’t go to market fully naked. I was confused whether to ask permission to wear something. With the way Ms. Preethi was enjoying her new privilege and dominating me mercilessly , I was shit scared.

Somehow, I got the courage and crawled to them. I waited there on my knees with my hands properly folded behind my back. Though they noticed me, they didn’t give any fuck about me. Ms. Preethi wanted me to wait there and prove my mistress that I am not a worthy slave. She wanted me to fail so that she could punish me and make me beg for mercy.

As usual Ms. Priya showed some my mercy and asked, “What do you want my boy? Looks you have been waiting here for something!”

“Yes!! I need to buy few items to cook dinner. I request the permission to wear something and go to market,” I pleaded and looked into my mistress.

She didn’t even bothered to answer. She made it to the point that I should request the permission from Ms. Preethi by turning her eyes towards Ms. Preethi.

“You are my slut boy. Who cares whether you are naked or dressed. Clock is ticking. If I am not served with esenler escort dinner by the stipulated time, I will see to it that you get what you deserve,” she told in a stern voice and looked at her mistress.

“Ma’am, Please Ma’am. There would be too many people at the market and I can’t go there naked. Kindly show some mercy,” I begged.

“You get what you deserve. Do you think you are worth enough to be dressed?” she humiliated me.

I kept silent. I knew I can’t answer this question.

“How can you expect him to go naked? That’s not right. You want to make a point here. But, you are expecting a unrealistic goal to be achieved,” Ms. Sheetal told Ms. Preethi

“Please save your advise for something else. It is me who decides what I should do with my property. Why you are all worked up?” Ms. Preethi sounded irritated.

“Let him say that he couldn’t. I will deal with him”, Ms. Preethi continued.

“What my boy? Do you accept your defeat?” Ms. Preethi asked me with her raised eyebrows.

I kept quiet. I was never trained to accept defeat. Only a weak and inefficient subs accept defeat. Wise words from mistress resonated on my mind.

“The punishment would be mild if you accept your defeat. If not, god knows how will you end up. I would be more cruel than your mistress. Looks like you would not be able to accomplish the task,” Ms. Preethi laughed at my sorry state.

I decided to take a chance rather than accept the defeat and humiliate my mistress. I left the place and started moving towards the market. What would happen at most? People would humiliate me. That would be better than seeing my mistress getting embarrassed in front of her friends.

“Stop!”, I heard my mistress’s voice loud and clear.

I stopped immediately just like the programmed robot.

“What do you want to prove here? I accept he failed you. Is that what you want to hear?” she shouted.

I can’t believe what I had heard. Oh my god! I can’t imagine the number of times she has punished me for failing her friends. I could never remove from my memory the brutality with which punishments were forced upon on. She supported me. She was revolting against her friend for me. I was in cloud nine.

Ms. Preethi shrugged at my mistress’s response.

“I will ensure that he completes whatever the punishments you decide,” my mistress announced.

“Why are you shouting? I was just enjoying my privileges. You sound as if you have never demanded anything from him unreasonable,” Ms. Preethi retorted my mistress.

“That’s the difference between you and me. I always act with a sense of responsibility. He is my property. You would have realized why I say you are wrong if he were your property!”

“I could understand that. I never meant to be irresponsible,” Ms. Preethi replied my mistress. Though her words were meant to be apologetic, she didn’t sounded apologetic in her tone. She was disappointed that she could not punish me. This is the real commanding power of my mistress. Though I have been lent to Ms. Preethi, it was my mistress who was in charge now.

“It is fine Preethi. You are new to it. You will learn over the course of time. That doesn’t mean that he is escaped from punishment. You choose the punishment and I will see to it that he completes it,” she surprised me.

“It is fine Lakshmi. I understand that I have a lot to learn,” Ms. Preethi faked her response.

“Hey! Why do you sound so low? It is absolutely fine. You can punish him. But, I have a point to make here. You have raised doubts about my training and his abilities,”

Ms. Preethi tried to interrupt my mistress.

My mistress never minded and continued, “He has to take 90 whipping from a leather belt which I have allowed him to postpone. I think it is time for him to have them.”

“Hey!! Come and stand here,” she pointed at the ground in front of her.

I went and stood in front of her obediently. He drew a circle around me. She asked me to lift my hand above head and instructed me to keep them straight. I obliged. I was made to stand on my toes. She pasted a Bumble gum on both of my heels to make that it leaves a mark on floor if my heels ever touch the ground. She drew a bull whip which we had bought recently.

She came close to me and patted my cheeks and kissed deeply. This was a huge surprise to Ms. Preethi. She failed to understand that submissive male also has feelings. She also missed to notice that it is love that I have on my mistress keeps me going.

“Boy! Why you have been in this position?” she asked me.

“Yes Ma’am! I am here to receive the punishment due and also show how obedient I am and how powerful you are to all the mistress gathered here,” I replied.

“Perfect! While you are punished you are expected to keep your hands straight and stay on toes. Hope you understand that. Also, you are not to come out of the circle drawn around until I say so. Remember florya escort to keep the bumble gum intact” I laid down the ground rules.

I nodded.

“Let the gala begins!” she swung whip and landed precisely on my back. It was more intense than usual. I realise how angry she was.

I shouted in pain.

“What about the manners? Should I remind that every time?” she asked me.

“What is with manners?” Ms. Preethi asked inquisitively.

“He is not supposed to make any noise. He should also thank for every blow he receives. Failing to do which will result in count being reset to zero,” my mistress explained Ms. Preethi.

“One! I said thank you mistress!” I shouted in pain.

I was pretty sure the blow would have left visible red mark. I could not stand on my toes and I was trembling. Initially, she didn’t give me any break and delivered very intense and sharp blows across my back precisely. I was struggling to breathe and thank her every time. I would have past 15 blows that she started to slow down a bit to make the ordeal more painful.

My legs were shaking that I could not stand properly. Standing on toes and staying inside the circle is more painful the sting of the hull whip. My mind was struggling between maintaining my posture and thanking her even in the agony I was going through. When I realised that my back got adjusted to the pain, she started delivering the blows on my things and buttocks.

“Twenty Two! Thank You Ma’am!”, I shouted

“Why are being punished?”

“I deserved to be punished. I failed to fulfil your commands. I should be taught a lesson ma’am. Please ma’am help me to become a better slave. Please ma’am,” I begged for more of it.

“That’s awesome. Yes! I know that. You deserve it. Let this remind you who are you and what are your duties”, she delivered on heavy blow on my calves.

She was trying to make me fall and come out of the circle. I did my best to remain in the same position. I knew can’t hold for long. But, at least I can try to remain as long as possible. I prayed the god that it ends quick.

“Thirty three!! Thank You Ma’am!”

She repeatedly delivered heavy blows on my calves. Though it was less painful, it made it difficult to remain in the position. When she realised that I was doing well, she refocused on my back.

The mental and physical torture continued till gave a break. Ms. Preethi was enjoying a lot and probably she would have become wet.

“It is so amazing the control you have over him! He is position. He has been sobbing. Still, he is not giving up. I am impressed,” Ms. Sheetal praised my mistress.

“Lakshmi, I am astonished. Why is he not as obedient as he is now to me?” Ms. Preethi told in disappointment.

“It is all about the entering into his mind. It is not about physical. It is mental conditioning you do. You should present demeaning body language. You should be confident. That’s when he would that you in control and surrender himself completely,” my mistress explain Ms. Preethi

“I can’t deny that this is exciting experience. I love the way you control. It is different kind of feeling. My panties is already wet. Even realised that I have dominant side and I would enjoy seeing some tortured,” Ms. Priya said.

Everyone laughed at Ms. Priya.

“Every woman in this world has a dominant side. All men are submissive in nature. They just act Alpha. The world made Patriarchal just to safeguard the submissive nature of men. Given the right conditioning and behavioural modification you can bring out the submissive nature of men for the betterment of society. The world would be a better if men submit to women,” my mistress sighed.

“I can’t agree more,” Ms. Priya.

“Should we continue with remaining 50 strokes,” my mistress asked me.

I said yes and prepared my mind to ensure another round to hell.

“Lakshmi, if you don’t mind, can I give him the remaining of the punishment”, Ms. Priya asked my mistress.

My mistress looked at Ms. Preethi. As soon as Ms. Preethi nodded, Ms. Priya got into a position and started swing the whip.

Oh my god. She is not lenient than my mistress. Of course, she was allowed on a condition that she wouldn’t go easy on me.

My entire shook not withstanding the pain. I was hoping someone would understand and show me mercy. I forget for a moment that Ms. Priya is the only one who would show some mercy. Even she has started enjoying this. Started wondering is there any woman in world who wouldn’t be enjoying dominating a helpless slave like me.

When the ordeal ended, I wanted to collapse on the floor and son at my mistress feet. When I was about to collapse, my mistress asked me to stay in the position. I could sense the pride in her voice. I was also happy that I helped in establishing my mistress dominance among my friends. I felt a sense of accomplishment in withstanding the brutality and kayaşehir escort proving to Ms. Preethi that I am worthy slave. Ms. Priya was brimming with happiness with her new found feeling. I told my mistress she couldn’t explained what was feeling. She told her that she was enjoying it. Ms. Preethi’s face turned red when she heard, “Now it is your turn Preethi. Go ahead and punish him” from my mistress.

“I don’t think it is right time to punish him. He wouldn’t feel the pain. I want him to feel my power. I will choose a right choice” Ms. Preethi replied.

“Your choice!” my mistress told.

Immediately after that, they all got ready for party. I was still standing on my toes. With my hands above heads. I relaxed often when I was not noticed by any one of them.

“Hey Preethi! Do you mind if I spend the night with him while you are partying. I think enjoy this. I don’t know what part of it. I want to explore this,” Ms. Priya asked.

They all chuckled and laughed at Ms. Priya.

“Of course Dear! Don’t complain when we come back with our soiled pussy!” Ms. Preethi told and high fived with my mistress.

“I hope I would have good time with his tongue. You all have fun,” she said good bye.

Ms. Preethi came to me. Asked me to kneel down. She cuffed my hands and took the keys along with her. She told Ms. Priya that she doesn’t trust her and didn’t me to have any comfort in her absence.

“I would have agreed had it been 2 years ago. Now, I am in exploring mode,” Ms. Priya blushed.

My mistress gave Ms. Priya a blindfold and two rotten canes and whispered something in her ears. As soon as they all left, Ms. Priya came to me and combed my hair with her fingers. She patted my cheeks and kissed my forehand. She was very gentle.

“If you don’t mind , can I ask something to you?” she asked me.

“Yes Ma’am! Please!” I replied.

“Do you really enjoy all this?”

“I won’t all of this man. Of course , I can’t enjoy the pain. But I do enjoy seeing my mistress happy. When I obey her unconditionally, she has a sense of accomplishment. I love that. To see her happy, I can go to any level”

“You don’t look like a submissive. You studied at IIT. You are a freaking successful in your career. Aren’t you supposed to be Alpha males?” She asked intringuely

“No Ma’am. I go through so many things in my office. I am the decision maker. Home is the only place where I can actually need not to worry for anything. Submit my heart and soul to ma’am and follow Ma’am’s commands. That’s such relieving thing one can ever”

“I love the way you respect her even when speak about her in third person. What about her? Does she enjoy it or does it do it for your sake?”

“No ma’am , Ma’am really enjoys it. If ma’am is doing for my sake, she is not controlling me. It is me who controls her by making her control me and fulfilling my needs. You know how fucked up the world is. Need not to tell you how unfair the world is to women. She had to face so many problems. It is in home that she truly enjoy her dominant side. That’s how it works perfectly for both of us,” I explained the crux of our lifestyle.

She bent down and kissed me deeply. She told my mistress is lucky. She held my ears tightly and kissed me once again deeply. She made me wear the blindfold. Suddenly , I felt the warmth of a pussy near my face. She placed her slender pussy on my mouth. She breathed heavily. She told me that this was the first someone going down on her. She asked me to go slowly. She wanted a divine experience.

I slowly caressed her inner thighs with tongues. She pushed her pussy tightly on my month. I just moved my tongue on the pussy. Oh my god! She was already too wet. I tasted her pre cum. She moaned loudly. She closed her mouth with her palm and controlled her moans. I licked her pussy slowly up and down. Then changed the orientation, left to right. Then, I circled her pussy. I tried to keep her on toes not knowing what would I do next. Sometimes, I just stop for a while and concentrate on her thighs. She would then grab my hairs and press her hard on her pussy. She was initially shy. She started enjoying and moaning loudly. Whenever I lick her G-Spot, she would breathe heavily and encouraged me to lick it more. I fucked her by inserting my tongue inside her pussy. Hope she had enjoyed what I was doing. After I while, I increased my speed and concentrated exclusively on her G-Spot. She flexed her body and erupted a heavy load of cum in my mouth. I tasted every drop of that and swallowed it obediently.

It was huge relief for her. She dragged me to her tent. She went on all fours and asked me to suck on ass hole. She asked me to go deep. I sucked her arse. She was enjoying that a lot. Now and then, she shakes her body. Again, she laid on her bed and spread her legs. I was made to taste her pussy and lick her to one more orgasm. After a while, she pissed in my mouth. I drank every bit of the golden nectar. She then made up kneel down for a while before she took me for stroll along the beach. Of course, I was on my knees with a blindfold. Slaves like me didn’t have the privilege to enjoy the shining moon along the beach. Not sure whether I satisfied . I would know only when my mistress would come. I was eagerly waiting for my mistress. God only knows what was she now.

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He liked to toy with me, to play with my senses. Like the one time he had used those noise-cancelling headphones.

All day he had been sending me cryptic messages.

Tonight you shall feel but not hear.

Hearing is the most disposable of all the senses.

Okay, maybe they were obvious, but upon receiving them I didn’t know what they were about. We often tried new things and I liked how he got all hyped up about his own ideas.

He was all into it that evening when I opened the door.

“Hi,” I said. He did not reply, merely held his finger in front of his mouth as in the international symbol for silence. He then pulled me into his arms and put that mouth on mine. My heart fluttered at this intro. He walked into the living room as he would on any other visit. He made himself comfortable in the big chair.

Not wanting to sign for a question, I poured him his scotch as usual. He watched my every move and did not protest when I put his glass in front of him. I took my glass of water and sat down opposite of him. No alcohol for me on the nights we were together. I waited for him to make a move.

He took his time. Just watching me, he leisurely drank his whiskey. His eyes smiled the whole time. I tugged my skirt straight, drew circles around the rim of the glass, studied the ceiling above him. Anything to avoid the stare of those intriguing blue eyes. Most women longed for a man with dark hair and blue eyes. I didn’t, though bayrampaşa escort I did like this particular specimen.

Almost, I was almost on the verge of asking him what to do. I had already drawn in my breath to start speaking when he moved his finger. Come here, he motioned. My heart fluttered again. We began.

I got up, put my glass down, straightened my skirt and took the four steps to him. He traced my buttock with one finger. He held up his other hand and swirled one finger. I turned around. I knew where this was going, but I pretended not to know. He pushed at my back, signaling me to bend over. Just as I had expected.

_Smack_ The impact of the sound and the feeling startled me. I put my feet back together. He hit me again. He pulled my skirt up and stroked my bare ass. The next one stung harder. Blood flowed to my ass and made it feel warm and glowy. My back and legs started to hurt from being in this position, but I didn’t wiggle. Again he hit me, and again. In fact, he didn’t stop until my legs were so cramped and my ass hurt so much I wanted to beg him to stop.

He tapped me on my back as I sign I should get up. Carefully I erected myself and turned to him. He got up, pulled me close and kissed me. The spanking had aroused him as much as it had me. He pulled me to the bedroom.

He stripped me. It wasn’t lovingly, kindly or softly. Just taking off the clothes. He fulya escort put my blindfold on me. He led me to the bed and into the position he wanted me in. I was lying on my back, arms to my sides and my legs slightly spread apart. Then he put the headphones on me. That was scary. We had used the blindfold before, you could say I was used to that. But being kept blind and deaf was different. It wasn’t until now that I appreciated how many clues I had gathered from hearing alone. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hear a thing.

For the longest time I just lay there. Usually I could hear him rummaging through the drawers or undressing himself. Now all I had for entertainment was my own breathing and the sound of my own heartbeat, like you would when keeping an empty shell to your ear on the beach.

Something stung at my breast, like an insect’s sting. My heart rate increased, as did my breathing. Soon there was a pattern of little stings. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it was a strange sensation, difficult to place. Then it was gone and I was left alone again. Was he gone? I tried to use some sixth sense, but it was useless. No matter how electric our connection was, right now I couldn’t feel a thing.

His hands separated my legs a little further. We had had sex so many times, but this felt vulnerable, naked. He spread my labia. I could feel my inner folds being exposed.

He applied something yenibosna escort to my clit, but the sensations were too intense. My pelvis shot upwards and I must have uttered a cry. The sensation moved to my leg for a moment only to return a second later. A vibrator! He kept a vibrator at my clit: that was what it was. I relaxed a little. Without the accompanying buzz it was like half the experience, though the vibrations came in twice as hard. Even my own orgasm was somehow less than usual without my own auditory stimulation. The feelings were intense but somehow I felt alone.

I felt the bed dent as he got on top of me. I shuddered when his penis entered me. Normally I wouldn’t allow him to fuck me so soon after an orgasm, but right now I was helpless. Of course I could speak, but at the same time I felt I couldn’t. He was hard. The situation, the spanking, my helplessness, it must’ve turned him on. He fucked me hard and deep. Even this was surreal. I missed the sloshing sounds, the bodies colliding, anything. Now it was just him riding me, his hard penis inside of me and my body responding to it. But I didn’t hear my responses. My body moved with his. Instinct drove me. He clawed at my breasts, twisted my nipples and fucked me harder. Right as he was inside me the deepest, fucked me the hardest he yanked off my headphones. His scream of orgasm was deafening. The sounds were so overwhelming I came immediately. No build-up, no nothing, just the sounds of our orgasms colliding.

Out of breath we got back to ourselves. Every sound I heard was so loud, even that of my own breathing.

“I will only say one thing tonight: I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Our voices sounded hoarse, untrained. Silence was indeed golden.

Inspired by: Golden Silences – Christina Rossetti

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