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This follows on from chapter 4, of course. You will need to have read previous chapters to make any sense of this. Everyone in the story is over 18.

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Kirsty and I now had the strange, intoxicating company of Gaby to entertain us, and our attention was briefly diverted from the training of our lovely maid Ana, as we enjoyed the new experience of fondling Gaby’s bizarre appendage. Although she had a prick, there could be no doubt as to her femininity — as I had said to Kirsty, ‘she’s as much a woman as you or I.’

Although my interest in men had gone completely, the novelty of Gaby’s prick fascinated me, and we made her cum regularly. One night we dismissed Ana, and sat after dinner, dressed as usual in long evening gowns. Mine was my favourite grey silk halter-neck, backless, with a loose bodice which allowed my breasts to jiggle around suggestively, falling in soft folds to the floor, with a ‘train’ effect. I wore, as usual, high heels, this time with lucite heels and platform soles. Kirsty, sat on the sofa beside me, looked ravishing in a red satin dress, open at the front to her navel, whilst Gaby, facing us on an armchair wore her trademark black lace sheath, little black panties concealing her exotic weapon.

I held Kirsty’s hand, and told her how lovely she looked and she turned around, looked at me, with her big, blue eyes, and licked her luscious lips, then, parting them slightly, invited me to kiss her, sliding her hand under my top to knead a breast. I glanced at Gaby, and saw that she had flicked open the bows which coyly peeped through slits in the side of her dress, and let her silk panties fall, exposing a rampant erection under the soft lace.

In no time at all, our dresses were up around our waists, and while I was kissing Kirsty, Gaby was on her knees in front of the sofa, licking first my pussy then Kirsty’s. I moaned softly into Kirsty’s mouth, and soon felt Gaby push gently into me, burying her eager shaft deep into my ready, wet cunt. I groaned with pleasure as she pumped into me, and was only dimly aware that Kirsty had slipped away. Then she was back, kneeling behind Gaby, who let out an agonised scream of pain and pleasure as Kirsty invaded her arsehole with a huge, double-ended dildo, the other end buried deep into her vagina. Gaby could wait no longer, and stiffened, shuddered, and came, deep inside me, as I, too felt my orgasm coursing through me, my fluid cascading in a messy stream onto the sofa.

We lay together on the sofa then, for a while, before Gaby did something she had never done before. She stood at the end of the sofa, her prick, still looking slightly engorged, in her hand, then pissed, in a huge, long, golden salty stream, all over our silk- and satin-clothed bodies, soaking us to the skin. It was amazing, and first Kirsty, then I, took up the cue, pissing all over each other and Gaby.

The overall effect was incredibly exciting and erotic, and I found myself climaxing once again, as we embraced, licking piss and cum from our clothes. There were no limits to the sensuality of our relations, and new experiences had piled in, one after the other, since Gaby had walked into our lives.

But at breakfast next morning, Kirsty said, ‘We mustn’t ignore Ana, darling. She still needs a little fine tuning.’

I nodded agreement, and suggested we should think seriously about having her ‘decorated.’

‘Tattooed, do you mean?’

‘I hadn’t thought of that, but why not? No, I was thinking of having her pierced, and getting her nails done.’

So we agreed to take her down to Alicante the following week, and visit a salon I had noticed.

A huge hairy guy in a Motorhead tee-shirt was behind the counter of the shop, and we would have walked right out, had not a businesslike young woman, slim and petite, with short blond hair, in a spotless lab-coat, emerged from a rear door when she heard the doorbell.

‘What can I do for you little darlings?’ leered the gorilla, but lab-coat elbowed him aside, and smiled at us, saying, ‘Is it for all of you? Tattoos, piercing?’

‘No, it’s just for her,’ I said, gently pushing Ana forward, ‘and we’d like her pierced, please.’

‘Tongue, navel, nose, or what? We find that lips are popular at the moment.’

Kirsty, holding the squirming maid’s sweaty hand, replied, ‘We’d like her tongue piercing, and her navel, then..’ she glanced at the gorilla, but he had lost interest, and was studying a book of tattoos. ‘Then we’d like you to do her clitoris.’

If the woman was surprised, it didn’t show, but she looked quizzically from Kirsty to me, and I knew she was wondering why we were speaking for Ana, rather than letting her ask herself.

‘Ana is our maid,’ I explained, ‘I am Sara, and my friend is Kirsty.’

‘Lorena,’ said the woman, and shook our hands, then ushered us through the door into a big, well-equipped room, ‘come with me.’

Quickly and efficiently, Ana was provided with a pretty coral stud in her tongue, and batman escort a long, ornate dangling silver chain attached to a ring in her navel. Then Lorena bade her sit in a chair like an obstetrician’s, and before her legs were firmly held in stirrups, she told her to take off her panties. Ana looked embarrassed when I said, ‘she doesn’t wear them.’ Lorena looked at me with a hint of a smile, and I thought, for the first time, that it would be nice to have her play with my pussy. Something about her lab coat, and her efficient nurse’s manner, was intriguing.

But she was smoothing Ana’s little black skirt the short distance up her upper thighs, to bare her smooth, shaven pussy.

A little ‘Mmm’ escaped Lorena’s lips and a more audible sigh was breathed by Ana, as her lips were parted by the older woman, who then expertly teased Ana’s clit out of its hiding place beneath its protective hood. She soon held the nub between thumb and forefinger, and Ana’s breathing had become fast and ragged.

‘Yes,’ said Lorena, ‘ she has a nice clit, and I can pierce it. It’s not everyone that can be done, by any means. I often have to do the hood.’

Kirsty chose a silver ring with a tear-drop pendant to hang from it.

‘That will be very pretty, I think,’ said Lorena, and I knew we should have to invite her to dinner when her brown eyes met mine. Added to which, I was pretty sure he was naked under that lab-coat.

Ana was trembling with fear and anticipation of the pain the piercing promised, as Lorena expertly stimulated her clit to keep it from retracting, slipping a finger just into the entrance of her damp vagina, while massaging her clit gently. I was expecting some sort of sophisticated tool to be used, but Lorena simply picked up what looked like a thick needle and a cork. Ana whimpered pitifully.

‘It will only hurt for an instant,’ said Lorena, but that did nothing to placate the maid, who looked terrified, as Lorena located the needle where she wanted it, and thrust it through the engorged flesh into the cork, drawing a great shout, half-scream, half-groan from Ana, who writhed around in the chair. Deftly, Lorena replaced the needle with the ring we had chosen, closing it with pliers, leaving the pendant dangling prettily around Ana’s neat cunt.

I looked at Ana, and saw she was smiling now, her expression a mixture of relief and… and what? Pride? Yes, I thought so.

‘That looks lovely, Ana,’ I said.

Her expression became more serious. ‘Am I going to be tattooed now?’

I glanced at Kirsty, who shook her head slightly.

‘No, darling, I think Tattoos are a bit…..a bit naff.’

‘What is naff?’ I tried to explain, but Kirsty broke in. ‘For now, we’ll get you some new nails. Maybe some time, we’ll have you marked, but that’s enough for today, I think.’

‘Marked?’ asked Ana, seizing the word.

‘Yes, darling, marked,’ Kirsty said, without further explanation. But I thought I knew what she meant. I, too, had read ‘O.’

At a posh salon in the city, we had Ana fitted with some very long, pretty fingernails, decorated with small stones near their tips. She said they would make it more difficult to work, but Kirsty laughed off her protest. ‘You have to suffer to be beautiful,’ she said. I waved my own hand at her, reminding her of the little decorative chain which dangled from my pinkie’s nail. It never failed to remind me of its presence, whenever I needed to do anything with my hands, but there was something highly erotic about dangling chains, be they ear-rings, navel decorations, or whatever.

When we got home, Gaby insisted on seeing Ana’s newly-acquired decorations, and said they were lovely. Then, when Ana had gone to prepare dinner, she said, ‘Look, I’ve seen faint marks on Ana’s ass. And your back too, by the way, Sara. Only I’m rather interested in that sort of thing, if you know what I mean.’

I glanced at Kirsty, and she returned my look. She turned to her cousin. ‘Perhaps you’d like to whip Ana?’ she asked.

Gaby licked her luscious lips. ‘I’d prefer to whip you, Sara, if I’m being honest — when I see you naked, it’s all I can think about.’

‘You can, if you want,’ I said, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipatory excitement, a warm dampness already welling up in my groin.

The moment was interrupted as Ana came in to lay the table.

‘You’ve just been reprieved, Ana,’ said Kirsty, but Ana looked baffled — her Eglish wasn’t yet up to that.

I agreed to be whipped next morning; the night would give me a chance to dwell on the delicious pain I should have inflicted upon me.

I masturbated for a long time that evening, bringing myself to a slow-building climax that must have taken half an hour, writhing on my satin sheets, long silk nightgown up around my waist, as my fingers found first my soaking cunt, then penetrating my waiting arsehole, and rehearsed in my mind the fierce, stinging lashes of leather yalova escort thong on the tender flesh of my back, my wrists and ankles tightly shackled.

Next morning I was too excited to eat breakfast, so stayed in my room until almost ten, when I had elected to be whipped. I showered, made myself up with great care, braided my long, dark blond hair so that it hung in a thick rope down my back, and slipped into a long, virginal white sheath, transparent nylon with lace trim. Under that I was naked save for my heavy waist-chain. I studied my reflection in the mirror, then, satisfied, stepped into high-heeled white mules, and walked proudly in to meet my awaiting friends.

Ana, who had clearly been briefed, took my hand and led me to the wall, where Kirsty lifted down a picture, revealing a sturdy ring-bolt set into the wall a foot above my head. As she did so, I shrugged off the flimsy nothingness of my white shift, and stood proudly naked, wearing only the heavy chain around my slender waist.

Kirsty and Gaby were sat on a sofa watching quietly, while Ana fixed thick leather restraints onto my wrists and ankles. There was a heavy metal ring set into each one. Now Gaby, dressed in a transparent black negligee, through the gap in which I could see her flaccid cock, took a hand, and, stepping up, told Ana that she would take over. Catching up my wrists, she clipped them quickly into a strong-looking carabiner, then clipped that, in turn, to the ring bolt, stretching my arms high above my head.

Producing a metre-long spacer-bar, she then fastened my ankles to either end, and pronounced herself satisfied, standing back to admire her handiwork. I was firmly fixed with my back to her, but couldn’t help looking over my shoulder at what was going on.

Waiting to be whipped, to be hurt, is something I can never describe. I should be terrified, and probably am, as I know it will hurt terribly, but the certain knowledge that I shall know an incredible pleasure transcends fear, and if I trembled uncontrollably as I waited for Gaby to whip me, it was my impending orgasm that drove me.

‘I am about to hurt you,’ she said — she had been schooled in ritual by Kirsty, I thought. ‘I shall hurt you a great deal, darling,’ she went on, you know that, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘I want you to hurt me.’

She nodded and lifted my heavy braid of hair over my shoulder, so that my whole back was available to her, then stood back and took the newest whip we had — one that I myself had recently bought on line — from Ana. The whip was a leather coach-whip, with a thin, knotted lash.

Ana let out a muffled little cry as Gaby tried an experimental swish, then, without further delay, lashed me ferociously, just below my shoulder-blades. I tried never to cry out when I was whipped, and just flinched as the awful sting of the lash bit into my tender flesh. When the second stroke came, the knotted tip of the fine thong seemed to dwell for a split second under my right breast, and I couldn’t help gasping faintly. I glanced down at my flank and saw that a deep red line had been scored across it, but Gaby’s third blow was on its way, and the very top of my buttocks was its target.

‘Oh!’ I moaned, as I felt the near-unbearable torture — I thought the thin lash must have broken my skin — then I allowed myself to groan at each stroke as the awful agony started to mix with wonderful, excruciating pleasure, and I closed my eyes to savour the wracking orgasm that built within me.

I heard a moan which seemed to come from Gaby, and, after another fierce, stinging lash, I looked over my shoulder to see that she was breathing heavily, one hand holding the whip, the other supporting an almighty erection that jutted through the opening in her black negligee.

‘C-can you take any more?’ she stammered, touching the tip of her extraordinary weapon to the inside of my thigh.

‘Yes,’ I told her, ‘One or two more, then you can fuck me.’

Her last two strokes fell across my soft buttocks, and hurt like hell, but then , without bothering to unfasten my ankles, she unclipped my wrists, pulled me down to kneel on the floor, and rammed her lovely prick straight into my sopping-wet cunt. She came in two savage thrusts, but I had already climaxed, and felt a second orgasm following on as she pulled out. I fingered myself desperately, and came in an explosive, gushing fountain, then collapsed on the floor, oblivious to the great pool of cum beneath me, completely spent. Ana covered me with a blanket.

I must have been carried to bed, because I can’t remember going there, but what must have been a couple of hours later I awoke to find Kirsty looking down lovingly at me. She smoothed cream into my stripes, which I knew were no more than superficial — although they had stung like hell, I had chosen the whip well, and it would never cause lasting harm. I wondered who its next recipient would be, but didn’t have long to wait ordu escort for the answer, as Kirsty said, ‘Darling, I was so envious of you while I watched you being whipped. Do you think Gaby will do the same for me?’

The next day, then, the ritual was repeated, but this time Kirsty was the willing victim, and her screams and writhing as Gaby whipped her, then transfixed her with her rigid member, were so exciting, that I came as I sat and watched.

During the days that followed, peace reigned in our mountain home, and the weather turned first cool, then to real winter, which seemed to come with an unexpected abruptness. I often slept with Kirsty, but also with Gaby from time to time, then spent nights alone when they elected to sleep together. One of these nights, though, I invited

Ana to join me, and we snuggled together for warmth. I quickly fell into a dominant role with the Spanish girl, having her lick me to the very verge of an orgasm, then pushing her away, several times, before making her get out of the warm bed to lay naked on the tiled floor for a while. When I thought she was cold enough, I pulled her back by her long black hair, and whispered to her of all the cruel punishments I should like to inflict on her. I think she loved me with all her heart.

‘And will you really hurt me, Miss Sara?’ she asked.

‘Yes, darling.’

‘And whip me until I bleed?’

‘Yes, you’ll like that, you little slut, won’t you?’

‘Yes, Miss Sara.’

At that, she ran her tongue down between my breasts, over my stomach, then teased my

Clitoris until I could bear it no longer. I grabbed her long, silky black hair, and pushed her head hard between my spread legs, so that she plunged her questing, studded tongue deep into my wet cunt, this time bringing me to a gushing, sweet relief.

We lay together then, and I asked her what she most wanted.

She hesitated, as if ashamed of what she was about to say, then: ‘I want to be whipped many times, Miss Sara. When you or Miss Kirsty whip me, it makes me very wet.’

‘You cum while we whip you?’

‘Yes. Am I…….crazy?’

‘No, darling. You are just a slut.’ I held her until she fell asleep, happy in my arms.

Next morning, Kirsty announced that she’d like to have a party for her birthday, the following week, and when we listed the people who we should invite, I suggested

adding Lorena, the slim little lady from the piercing parlour. Kirsty agreed, along with a Lesbian pair Ana knew from the village, Kirsty’s lawyer, and two old college friends of Gaby’s, who now lived in Alicante. We pondered upon what we should suggest that our guests wear. Gaby suggested ‘vampires,’ Kirsty thought ‘tarts’ and I raised a laugh by saying ‘no change, then.’ Then Gaby suggested swimwear — ‘we’ll probably all end up in the pool, anyway.’

But I said, ‘what about sexy nightwear? That’ll be still better if we do end up in the pool.’ So that was decided upon, and Kirsty sent off the invitations.

We were busy making the arrangements for the next few days, then the day arrived, and we left each other alone to get ready while Ana and a pretty, auburn-haired friend from the village got the food and drink laid out. Ana, we decided, would wear her ‘special’ transparent maid’s outfit for the evening, while her friend Julia said she was going home to change into pyjamas. I grimaced at the thought of Julia, in flannel pyjamas with little teddy bears on them, but said nothing. I had searched high and low for a suitable nightdress, and finally found what I was looking for, in an exclusive boutique in Alicante. Now I undressed and slipped it on. Following an idea I had seen in an old Polish film, ‘The Beast’ — where a young girl is raped by a great hairy monster — I had bought a long, pleated white nightgown, quite transparent, which fell clear from my breasts to the floor, with loose, voluminous sleeves. When I put it on, and brushed my hair out, I admired my reflection in the mirror, then couldn’t resist teasing my nipples to erection through the soft, silky material. That started the juices coursing through my body, and gave me another idea. Rummaging in a drawer, I found the pair of pretty silver ‘butterfly-type’ nipple clamps that Helen, my mistress what seemed like a century ago had given me. Lifting my wispy gown up to my neck, I screwed the clamps on, until they brought tears to my eyes. I wondered how long I could stand the pain, and decided to leave them on, for all to see, through my gown. My nakedness beneath wasn’t too obvious, as I kept my pussy shaven, but, as I stepped into my highest stilettos, I thought I had never looked sexier.

In the big dining room, Ana and her friend Julia, who were dressed in jeans and a sweater, were bustling around getting everything ready.

‘You are going to change, girls?’ I said.

‘Yes, Miss Sara, as soon as all the food is done.’

I settled down to wait, with a gin and tonic, and Gaby soon joined me. I nodded my approval of her outfit — an orange baby-doll with matching bow-tied panties, hiding her bizarre appendage so thoroughly you would never have known it was there. She wore long, long silver-chain ear-rings which seemed to go perfectly with her platinum-blond hair, and her make-up was immaculate, as ever.

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“I’m curious,” Anna changed the topic slightly. “How did you feel about being on display to Richard’s friends?” Anna watched as I turned my attention to Loren’s face, hoping she would answer carefully.

“I…” she paused, collecting her thoughts and studiously ignoring me, smiling a little at the silent thought shared between us. “I hated it…I hated Rick for making me do it, and I hated you for putting me through it that way.”

Her answer felt cathartic, as if Loren had been able to admit to someone the feelings she had already shared with me. It was honest even as it kept our own feelings private. It was like a landmine had blown up whatever Anna thought she had been setting up. I looked back at our hostess to see her eyebrows raised, her lips pressed into a thin smile, nodding slightly.

“But,” Loren continued, before Anna could interrupt. I shot my eyes back to her, intrigued by how far she was going to go, “Rick helped me understand that I had complete control over the situation, and my failure to put a stop to it is nobody’s fault but my own.” She looked down when she said it, entering her submissive character.

“Well, something happened last weekend,” Anna sniffed a little. “You’ve taken on a completely different look.” Loren looked up at her, her face brightening at the possibility Anna liked her transformation. I smiled inwardly at Loren’s presumption Anna cared one iota about how she looked. “But I think it’s time to get out of those things.”

As Loren stood to undress, Anna continued. “And,” her tone and posture shifted a little. “The chef…how does she play into this?” She asked it as if she already knew, raising surprised looks from the both of us. “Oh please. Really?”

Who was this woman? How did Shelly even get on her radar what with the insanity of the rest of the evening? Did she have my house bugged? I thought about that for a moment and made a note to call Gordy for some help in that department…Hmmm…

“…practically devoured you with her eyes,” Anna continued. “I hope to god you did something about that.”

Loren hid her reaction as best she could, bending down to slide her jeans and panties to her feet. But when she rose back up, she couldn’t hide the panic in her eyes as she looked over at me, begging me silently not to take the bait.

“Was it that obvious?” I looked back at Anna, student to teacher, stalling for time.

“Richard. Don’t play me for the fool. You had everyone else in the room eating out of my hand, but the one most interested in the goings on…you didn’t even bother to introduce me.” She rose to refresh her drink, a slight nod to Mamiko signifying a shift in the evening. “And don’t try to hide behind the excuse that she was just the help…”

“No, it’s true, but I’m surprised at how you figured it out…it wasn’t obvious to either of us until the end of the evening.” I dragged out the answer watching Loren spread her legs and place her hands behind her neck. Mamiko had apparently left the room; I couldn’t see her as I looked from Loren to Anna and back again. Seeing her spread open and vulnerable was too much for my cock; it started to stiffen.

“You’re welcome to undress as well, Richard,” Anna offered.

I had other intentions this evening. Tonight I wasn’t going to play the submissive. I nodded in acknowledgment but made no move to take her up on the suggestion. “Yeah, anyway, you nailed that one,” I continued, staring at Loren to watch her panic rising. “Shelly. She approached me after everyone had gone and practically begged me to do to her what we’d done to Loren.” I raised my eyebrow and cocked my head slightly.

“And did you?” Anna had returned to the couch, her hand drifting onto my thigh. We both stared at Loren as she watched Anna start to fondle me. “Eyes down, cunt. Your Master is about to tell me a story. You have nothing to worry about, you will be punished this evening, and I think Richard is about to tell us why.”

Loren looked down, closing her eyes, the struggle so close to the surface she was almost vibrating. What did I want here? And then I quickly realized it wasn’t about me. What did Loren want here? She held the trump card – all she had to do was utter her safe word. But how I forced the issue was up to me. She and I could work through it ourselves, or we could expose her to Anna.

“Richard?” Anna’s fingers closed around my fabric covered erection.

“Sorry, I was just taken by how gorgeous that cunt is,” I swallowed, coming to a decision. It was time to start breaking away from this woman, and paradoxically, it occurred to me the fastest way to do it was to let her handle Loren’s reticence around the topic of Shelly. “Yes, well,” I took the step off the precipice, watching as Loren swallowed and kept shaking her head slightly.

“We had Shelly over last night for a slightly different party,” I turned to Anna, smiling. She looked amused, indicating I should go on. “Right, so Shelly’s revelation last week inspired us to consider bringing her karabük escort into the relationship.” I let it hang there, ambiguously as I took the last swig. My stomach was feeling better, and the alcohol had cleared the remaining cobwebs. Anna’s light strokes were making me uncomfortably hard. All of which inspired me to stand up and refresh my drink.

“I think Loren actually enjoyed being the dominant.” I had my back to them, so couldn’t judge either’s reaction, but I knew I had given Loren the out she was begging for and allow us to leverage Anna’s expertise. That it was true didn’t hurt of course, but I knew there was far more to it than that – I would be punishing her for that, if not through Anna tonight, then on our own. A small clap and a giggle gave me Anna’s reaction. I carefully breathed to release my tension, not wanting her to see how anxious I had been.

“You two. From the very first day. I knew we wouldn’t need the full two months. You two are so ahead of schedule. This is fantastic. Fantastic!”

I turned back to see Anna smiling and Mamiko re-entering the room pushing a…an…armature was the closest name I could come up with. It was a column of wood – a small glue-lam beam actually, attached to a rolling platform. Mamiko had it tipped back slightly so she could roll it, which she did easily and silently up behind Loren where she couldn’t see it.

Turning back to the couch, I continued as best I could. There was something building in me, changing. I needed to get us out of here, or more like, I needed to get home with Loren and punish her myself. “Right. Well. I’m glad you approve.” I took a drink and watched as Mamiko began inserting a small black rod into one of the many holes drilled into the column. Based on its position, it was obviously meant for Loren to straddle, but I could tell it wouldn’t be comfortable.

“Loren really hasn’t admitted that yet,” I continued, “and I was a little disappointed she tried to hide it from me this morning.” I watched as she jerked a little at the memory of our breakfast conversation. “I suggested she would be punished for her lack of openness, and I was hoping you could offer us a particularly apt way to drive the lesson home.” I sat back to take another sip and let Anna unzip my pants and relieve the tension on my cock. She slowly rubbed her thumb on the underside of the shaft, stopping just below the glans where she squeezed, gently at first and then with greater pressure until I yelped.

“Thermostat,” I said firmly and she backed off. “Not tonight, Mistress Anna. Tonight is about you and the cunt. We need you to help her open up about this emerging need.” I watched Loren swallow a small sob.

“Well, as Mamiko sets up, let’s talk a little theory, just to set the stage, if you will,” her eyes indicating the armature. She continued to stroke me with one hand, sipping her drink with the other.

“You both know where I stand on this: to be a dominant you must truly understand the submissive’s position, literally and figuratively. I don’t think you’ve bottomed out on that yet, Richard, but I respect your wishes for the evening. Now the opposite isn’t necessarily true. Submissives many times don’t have any desire to be dominants and in those cases it doesn’t do a bit of good to put them in that position. However, there are plenty of cases of submissives who’s dominant character is latent, perhaps even expressed as submissive most of the time, but who need to switch. I’ve not seen the statistics on it,” she took a drink, her tone taking on a slightly academic nuance, “but in my experience it is more than a small minority of submissives.

“After all,” she continued, moving her hand around the waistband of my trousers indicating I should help her move them down my legs. “the submissive’s position is the lead in the power relationship – becoming the dominant only shifts her expression of that power. Of course, it immediately removes her true power, even if it allows her to express her need to dominate more explicitly.” She paused, running her fingers down to by balls. “Look at my hand, cunt.”

I watched Loren look up at our faces first, tears forming in her eyes and then quickly down to see Anna had cupped my balls, my shaft and head extending purple and angry above the heel of her hand.

“It’s a conundrum, really, when you analyze it at that level, isn’t it?” She looked between the two of us, professor and student. “Think about it. The submissive really owns the power exchange, no matter how the dominant sets up the scene. Why should she shift? What is it that motivates her to take the top position? She loses the power exchange, but she gains the opportunity to explicitly control the situation, even as the submissive implicitly is in control.

“Apparently, some submissives, and a fair number of dominants, need to switch between explicit and implicit control; from what I’ve learned, it is the act of relinquishing explicit or implicit osmaniye escort control that is sought after.” She paused again. “Interesting, don’t you think?”

I nodded and Loren whispered, “Yes, Mistress Anna.”

“Mistress Anna,” I interrupted her. “If you continue, I’ll make a mess.”

She nodded slightly and Mamiko was on her knees, her lips pressed to the top of my head, sucking only the surface of the glans, as if she were sucking a straw.

I jerked at the intensity of it, and my surprise momentarily stopped my ejaculation. “But, the other night…you?” I was confused at Anna’s sudden change in heart about allowing Mamiko to service me. I looked up to see Loren’s eyes widen. Why would Mamiko sucking me off be any more distressing than Shelly doing it?

“She isn’t a stupid little whore, Richard.” Anna said firmly, her fingers doing something to my balls and base of my shaft, starting me down the road of no return. “She needs to be punished regularly as well, don’t you, you little cock-sucker.”

Mamiko mumbled something, never removing her lips from my head, continuing to suck in, waiting for my sperm to erupt. The whole thing was too much for me and I relinquished to the exquisite feeling, moving my eyes between Mamiko’s head on my head to Loren’s tear stained face watching us. As I jerked my cum out up my shaft, Mamiko sucked in harder, pulling the stream into her mouth, keeping her lips stuck to my head, even as it jerked. It was over far too soon, and it only increased my interest in fucking her. Perhaps that was also part of Anna’s intent – to tease me with the least possible engagement and leave me wanting.

Mamiko sat back on her heels, her cunt lips making a camel-toe of the black material. I stared between my legs, watching Anna’s fingers continue to play on my shrinking member, taking in Mamiko’s spread legs and swollen pussy. As late-cumming drops emerged, Anna took them, one by one on separate fingers, until I was done. Mamiko leaned forward and licked her Mistress’ hand, like the pet she was. The effect was enough to make me jerk a little.

“Soon, Richard. Soon.”

I wasn’t at all certain what she meant, but I hoped it was more than just a reference to my getting erect again.

“And now, with the appetizer out of the way, let’s move to the main course.” At the announcement, Mamiko unfolded to standing and turned to Loren, silently motioning her to step backward.

Loren jumped in surprise when her waist touched the rod extending from the column and she turned to look. Mamiko touched her elbow, moving her up onto the platform and indicated she should step up on her toes to straddle the rod.

I watched in silence as the rod extended through her legs, pushing up against her pussy lips. She was on her toes – as if she were wearing high heeled shoes – in what I suspected was a terribly uncomfortable position. Once she had her situated to her liking, Mamiko whispered something in Loren’s ear making her gasp and then reached a belt around her waist, attaching her to the wooden column.

Her hands had been behind her head the entire time Such a trooper! but now Mamiko took them behind the column, behind Loren’s head and cuffed them there. Kneeling down, she attached Loren’s ankles with small leather loops to a piece of steel at the base of the column, keeping her spread open about hip distance.

Loren’s legs were trembling, no doubt from the strain of how she was standing, and we watched as she tried to let herself down. After an inch or so, the rod was pushed deep up into her pelvis – not inside her, just across her perineum, pulling in her pussy lips and I imagined her asshole. Nothing about it looked comfortable. Her legs were a little less strained, but in this position, she was still carrying her weight on the balls of her feet.

After a few more moments, I watched her try and settle down further, resulting in a small sob of pain and more of her soles touching the platform. Mamiko was studiously ignoring her, focusing instead on getting out the trainer and laying out its wires.

Anna sat and watched with me, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the top of my cock with one hand, the other beginning to drift between her legs.

Mamiko, satisfied with the trainer’s wires, again turned her attention to Loren, pulling delicately on her pussy lips until they were open and free of the rod. Loren had eased down a bit more, her heels almost completely on the platform, but her thighs still tensing to absorb the pressure against her pelvis. With each of Mamiko’s tug on her lips, she cried out slightly, tears dropping from her cheeks. Watching her submit to this punishment only confirmed my belief that she truly wanted this, truly needed it. What other explanation for why she didn’t just put a stop to it?

Mamiko worked efficiently, clipping the wires to each of Loren’s cunt lips – two on the outer lips and two on the more delicate inner lips – her marmaris escort clit and her nipples. Perhaps because the pain against her core was so intense, or perhaps because of how Mamiko did it, Loren barely winced as the clips closed.

“We’ll let you keep your mouth free, for now, cunt, as you’ve been extraordinarily quiet during your preparation…and because we’ll want to hear you.” Anna’s meaning wasn’t at all clear. Hear her how? “The equipment is a little novel this evening, in spite of the familiarity of the trainer. In a moment, Mamiko will relieve some of the remaining pressure off your groin, but you’ll find that relief to be brief – the true torment is still ahead of you.” She stood up, offering me her hand. “Let’s have a little dinner while your cunt entertains us.”

I stood up, my pants and briefs pooling at my feet. I stepped out of them, slipping my feet out of my socks and shoes as well, but leaving my shirt on. I wanted to be free of any clothing that might interfere with my next erection. As we walked to the dining room, I watched Mamiko step behind the armature, tilt it back using her foot against the base of the platform and roll it. Loren yelped a little as she slid back against the rod, her ass pushed against the column, but I could tell this new angle relieved her of the remaining pressure.

As Anna and I took our seats, Mamiko positioned the platform off to the side of the table where we could see Loren, “parking” it in its angled position, Loren spread open on display, the trainer’s wires dangling from her nipples and lips.

“You have a remote control, Richard,” Anna said, pointing to one next to her. I looked down and saw a simple black plastic rectangle with only two controls – an up and down arrow. “As does Mamiko and as do I. We each control a slightly different set of features on the trainer. This little game, and I’ve never found it to fail to be amusing, I like to call: Improvisational Torment. As you’ll soon see, we have the power, jointly, to make your cunt’s life miserable, ecstatic or somewhere in between. She plays a part in this little improv of ours – her part is her involuntary response, her likely pleas for release, and then ultimately her orgasm, which I predict will be loud, prolonged and anything but pleasurable.” She motioned to Mamiko who exited to the kitchen, no doubt to get the serving cart.

“And, cunt,” Anna directed her words to Loren, “you will tell us what Richard has intimated you’ve been keeping secret. It is the most delicious part of the punishment, truly, having you let go of whatever stupid little secret you think you can keep from us. Tonight, if I have any sense of how things are going, you will finally relinquish to your Master. Tonight, Richard, begins your true journey together as Loren finally let’s go of her independence and commits herself to you.”

I raised my eyebrows at the speech – it seemed to be practiced, almost ceremonial. I was compelled to raise my glass in a toast, clinking it against hers as she stared directly into my eyes. I nodded slightly, both acknowledging I’d heard what she’d said, and hopefully expressing my gratitude. In the back of my head, I silently hoped this was the last time we ever crossed her threshold. As much as I was learning, every time I felt more in over my head than the last. What had I done getting my associates involved? And then Gordy’s face popped into my mind’s eye and I almost choked on my drink. No wonder, I mentally kicked myself. No wonder he told me to stay the hell away. The woman was a demon.

A small moan-like squeak came from Loren, breaking me from my reverie. Anna had done something with her remote but I couldn’t tell what effect it was having. I touched the up arrow and watched Loren jerk her torso – apparently mine controlled her breasts. I kicked it up a notch or two and was pleased to hear her cry out, trying to jiggle the clips from her breasts. As Mamiko served us, we adjusted our controls, observing Loren’s reactions, until we got her into some sort of equilibrium, her breath coming in short pants, her hips moving back and forth along the rod, trying to find some kind of relief.

The food, as usual, was delicious. No doubt Loren was starving on top of all of the other discomfort she was feeling, the aromas of the meat and vegetables filling the room. Anna engaged me in small talk, mentioning some of the prospects I’d sent her way were coming in for their first appointment the following week, and did I have anything I could offer her about them.

A shriek from Loren stopped us mid-sentence and we turned to watch her. Mamiko obviously controlled the clip on Loren’s clit, and she had turned it on after sitting down.

“Please, please, oh god, please…nooo, please, shit…please…” her head was moving from side to side, her eyes glazed, brimming with tears. “godgodgodgod…noooooo” No amount of bucking her hips would help, the rod only pressed deeper against her, offering her no relief. The pulsing of the clips was apparently not synchronized.

I turned to Anna. “It appears the clips aren’t in synch with each other – is that true?” I felt like an art critic, or an audience member at a dress rehearsal, picking apart the technicalities of the performance, even as the actress was putting her all into it. Being clinical seemed the best strategy to avoid alarm or panic.

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We have been doing strapon play since we met, but I have always been limited to a small dildo. We had found one with a small head that vibrated and it has brought great pleasure to both of us.

My Goddess, however has been wanting to use larger dildo’s on me, both for her pleasure and to get me prepared to be fucked by a BBC which is one of her fantasies. We have been trying to stretch my ass, and she has a black dildo that is much larger than our normal strapon. We had tried it a few times, but the pain was always excruciating, so we stopped.

She told me the other day that she wanted to tie me down and rape me with the big black dildo. I was both shocked and excited. She told me that it was time to take me without stopping. That she wanted me tied down and helpless while she raped my ass. She felt that it would be like ripping off a band aid and that we needed that in our relationship.

We talked about this a while and I agreed to do it. She wanted me to know that once I was tied down, it was going to happen. No matter what I said or did, she was going to fuck me hard. In fact, the more I screamed, the harder she was going to fuck me. I told her that I understood the implications. She asked me if I could take this and still love her afterwards. She asked if I could deal with fethiye escort both the emotional as well as the physical aspects of the rape.

She told me that she was going to totally break me. She was going to hurt me like I had never been hurt before. That it was going to be a true “rape” that would leave me a hollow shell. She promised to love me afterwards.

I swallowed hard as I considered her request. I knew that once I committed to this, there was no backing out. I have always followed through with anything I have committed too and knew that it was inevitable. As I considered it, I knew I could not refuse her. I agreed.

I was traveling during this conversation and it was several days before I saw her. Every day, I anticipated the rape to come with a combination of fear and excitement. I was nervous during the day. At night, I would dream about it and wake up hard. She had forbidden me to masturbate during this time, so my frustration was growing along with my excitement and trepidation.

Finally the day arrived. I came home to see her and she was overjoyed to see me. She hugged me, and held me, thanking me for committing to do this for her. I looked in her eyes and told her that I was ready. She asked alanya escort me again if I was sure. That once she started there was no holding back. She reminded me how bad she was going to hurt me and that I may not like her afterwards. I agreed and let her lead me into the bedroom.

She placed a pillow on the edge of the bed to raise my ass to the right height and tied me down draped over the edge. My ankles were secured on the ground spread wide apart and my hands tied to the ropes coming up from the bed frame from above me. She put a ring gag in my mouth and buckled it around my head. As she was tying me down, I was shaking in fear.

I saw her pull on the strapon harness next to me and pick out the big black dildo. I remembered the excruciating pain it gave me the last time we had tried it and my fear increased again. I tested my bonds, but the held me tight. I saw her looking down at me smiling. “I’m going to make you my bitch today” she said as she lubed up the cock.

She walked around behind me and I felt the wet slap of the lube as she rubbed it in my ass. She then reached down and pulled my cock out toward the back with one hand. With her other hand, she shoved her finger up my ass pulling back with her hand on my manavgat escort cock so I couldn’t move. I felt myself getting hard despite the fear.

She released my cock and started rubbing the big head of the strapon up and down across my ass. I felt her lean forward and the strapon buckled against my tight asshole. Ohh you are so tight little bitch. I guess I need a harder dick. I heard her chuckle. I felt her reach between us and grab the strapon, then she thrust forward and it popped in. I felt the excruciating pain as she thrust it home all the way to the bottom in a single thrust. I screamed at the top of my lungs and heard her laughing behind me. She grabbed my hips and started pounding in and out of my ass as I screamed below her.

I thought the pain would never stop as I pulled at my restraints and tried to escape. She pounded me mercilessly over and over again as I screamed and screamed. I wondered how long it would go on before she came as I gripped the sheets, sweat pouring out of my pain wracked body. On and on it went until I felt myself slipping from consciousness. My vision blurred and I slumped in my restraints. I felt like I was falling away from a distance as she pulled the cock from my ass and pulled off my restraints.

I crumpled to the floor in a ball as she held me in her arms. Soothing me and kissing me over and over again. Tears were running down her face as she held me and loved on me. “You did it” she said. “I am so proud of you”. I lay in her arms as my world returned around me.

It was a special moment. I was totally hers and had proven my love and devotion.

I love my Goddess

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Eiric Blanchard burst through the double doors of the library. “Where is she?” she roared. Her husband strode along behind her, his face black as a thundercloud. Behind his desk, Duncan MacTavish looked over his papers at the intruders.

The woman who had so rudely burst into his home was dressed in a black wool pantsuit and low-heeled leather boots. Her curly black hair, which he knew was usually kept in a bun, fairly crackled around her head and down her back. Her normally cinnamon skin was flushed an ugly scarlet and the pupils in her silver eyes had contracted to pinpoints. She seems annoyed, he thought. Mildly raising an eyebrow, he dismissively looked back down at his reports.

Distractedly, he asked, “How may I help you today, Eiric? Striding over to him, she ripped the papers from his hand.

“Where is my daughter?” Eiric leaned over his desk and into his face.

Her deceptively mild-mannered-looking husband, Julien Blanchard, crossed his arms and stood in front of the double doors, glowering. He had thick brown hair graying at the temples and large chocolate brown eyes hidden behind tortoise-shell glasses. He sported a neatly clipped beard and moustache, and his pale skin looked as if it hadn’t seen the sun in months. While not at work, he dressed in the manner of a distracted academic—lots of tweed, wool, and corduroy, usually in neutral and earth-toned colours. Today, he was wearing chocolate cords, a russet button-down with a chocolate silk tie, an argyle sweater-vest and a tawny-grey tweed jacket. Duncan looked at him dismissively, and then leaned back üsküdar escort in his chair. “Safe.”

“Safe?!” Eiric growled, throwing his papers to the ground. “I know your definition of safe!”

“No permanent harm will come to her.” Duncan said, calmly. Eiric scoffed.

“I’m interested in no harm coming to her at all! I realize that you don’t know what this really means, but she’s my daughter. I want her to make her own decisions—” Duncan cut over her.

“Then why haven’t you told her everything?” Eiric set her jaw.

“She’s not ready. She’s only 20 years old!”

“I was 16. I—” This time, it was Eiric who cut over the older man.

“Yes! We all know! Laird Duncan MacTavish was merely 16 when he ascended, viciously taking back his ancestral lands, a veritable wunderkind of blood and domination, and blah, blah, blah! I don’t care! She’s different. Her whole life, she has been raised normally. She thinks that she’s normal—what do you think it’s going to do to her to spring it on her like this?”

“She’ll take it. She’s a MacTavish. She was bred to—”

Eiric slammed her hand on the desk and said coldly, “She’s my child. Not a bloody thoroughbred or bitch.” Duncan quickly rose and came around his desk. Julien started toward them.

Without deigning to look at him, Duncan sneered, “Stay in your place, hedge-witch.”

Ignoring him, Julien looked at Eiric. She shook her head. Nodding slowly, he once more took up his station in front of the doors.

Quietly, each word accented with gaziemir escort his native French, Julien said, “Listen, old man; if my daughter is hurt, I will kill you. Promise.”

“Well, well, well,” Duncan said, “The hedge-witch has grown teeth.”

“He’s always had ‘teeth’. You were just too full of your own importance to notice them, and I promise if you move another step, there will be nothing left of you but ash.” This last part was directed to a shadow flickering in the corner behind her. Duncan nodded and the shadow materialized as a stocky, muscular young man.

“You haven’t forgotten the ways.” Duncan said, approvingly. To the young man, he said, “Leave.” The man obediently walked over to the doors, but Julien didn’t move. Trying to push past him, the man found that Julien was immovable. Looking up to say something rude, the man quickly thought better of it, sidled around Julien and squeezed through the door. When he was gone, Duncan started to speak again, but Eiric spoke over him, saying,

“Look. I don’t care about your games and visions. The bottom line is I want my daughter, I want her now, and I am ready, willing and eminently able to burn you from the inside out if you don’t tell me where she is.” Duncan started toward her. She moved to meet him. As they were roughly the same height, they were directly face to face. The papers on his desk began to blacken and curl.

“Eirica,” he said gently, “I don’t know where she is. Do you think that I didn’t realize that you would come to me like this?”

She sancaktepe escort stared stonily at him, the irises of her silver eyes slowly turning to gold. “You’re a liar.”

“Sometimes,” he admitted, mildly. “However, this time, I’m telling the truth. You know that I am.” A wavering heat halo began to dance around her body.

“You don’t know where she is?” she whispered. Then, thunderously, “You know exactly how we ascend and you don’t know where she is?!” The temperature in the room began to rise.

“I’ve sent one of my very best men to do the job. He’s going to take the right-hand path—” Duncan’s voice was cut off as Eiric pushed her hand against his chest. His body went flying across the room. Eiric’s handprint smouldered through his clothing, exposing the hard planes of his chest.

“That was not your decision!” Eiric strode toward him. Placing her hands on either side of his head, she gritted, “And what if he can’t ‘get the job done’ through the right-hand path? Does he have your permission to take the left?” Sweat poured down Duncan’s face, but he made no move to defend himself.

“No.” His skin began to redden. He looked into her eyes. “Believe what you will, but I didn’t authorize that. I promise, I never would have authorized that.” He placed a hand against one of hers. At first she didn’t move. Then she let go of him and stood up so quickly that his head thumped back against the wall. She turned around and began striding toward the door. Julien moved to open it for her, but before she could stride though, Duncan called out. “I didn’t know. I swear. I never would have let that happen to you—had I known, I—” he shook his head. “Everything that I’ve done, I’ve done for you, for your daughter. I love you, Eirica!” She turned her head slightly. Her voice quavered with unshed tears as she said,

“I love you too. But if anything happens to hurt or scare my child, I’ll burn you dead, Daddy.”

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Panting she ran through the trees, her heart beating out of her chest, she wasn’t going to be captured if it cost her, her life. She wasn’t going to be a slave again. Behind her gunshots fired out into the night. She ran into an area of cleared trees. Everything was quiet. She crouched down low, listening. She felt a sharp pain shoot into her ass. “Shit!” It was a tranquilizer dart injecting a strong sedative into her bloodstream. Footsteps quickly caught up with her as she tried to run. Her legs felt heavy and her head spun. Her legs buckled underneath her as a rough hand grabbed her wrists and pushed her down. Darkness.

A steady stream of light entered the cell through a small barred up window. Felix lifted her head groggily. She felt something tight around her neck, she heard the familiar clink of chains. Disorientated she rubbed her eyes and looked at the stream of light until her eyes came into focus. The harsh light stung her eyes, she got up and felt the chain tug at the collar around her neck pulling her back down in a heap on the floor. Alarmed she screamed. “Shit, shit! No this ain’t happening, I’m dreaming it!” She grabbed the chains in a futile attempt to pull them off the wall, she clenched her fists and punched the wall hard. “HOLY SHIT!, FUCKS SAKE!, SHIT!” She screamed and pulled at the chain by her neck half strangling her. Footsteps thundered down the stone corridor and burst into the cell. Felix crouched down, backed into the corner staring with terrified eyes at the two large men that were now closing in on her. One was holding handcuffs with a riding crop tucked inside his belt. The other was holding a ball gag. The larger bahçelievler escort one with the ball gag grabbed her arms harshly and pushed her down onto the cold stone floor hard. She growled and spat at the men as the other cuffed her hands behind her back. She couldn’t fight them off, they were too strong.

“FUCKING CUNTS!” She spat the man cuffing her wrists in the face.

“You little….” he raised his hand to give her a smack.

“Don’t you dare hit her,” it was a soft female voice with a threatening undertone. “Do you have any idea how long it took to capture her?! She’s expensive, I don’t want any marks on her!” She barked. The man cowered under her intense glare. Relieved that she wasn’t going to be smacked, Felix looked up at the woman. Felix’s dark eyes were met with the mistresses brilliant blue eyes. Felix drowned in them unable to look away. She was beautiful. Blonde hair flowed to her hips. Her tight black blouse accentuated her curves, her presence was powerful. The two large men lowered their eyes.

“Keep a tight grip on her,” she cruelly smiled, breaking the stare. The men pulled Felix up onto her knees, holding tightly onto her arms. The mistress looked Felix up and down. Felix cocked her head to the side.

“What the fuck are you looking at bitch?” Felix said in a low growl.

“Gag her,” her lip curled into a smile, “she’ll pay for that one.” Angered Felix was having none of it and tried to get up but the men pushed her down and shoved the ball into her mouth and tightened the straps at the back of her head tight to hold it in place. The bağcılar escort mistress grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head up to meet hers. Felix growled and struggled against the men.

“Don’t think I’m going to let you escape again. You may have escaped from my sister but you wont escape from me slut!” Felix breathed heavily around her ball gag, glaring at her. It wasn’t that Felix didn’t want to be a slave, she just didn’t want to be anyone else’s slave. Not after her Master died. She promised herself that she would never serve anyone else.

“So you actually managed to capture her?” A second woman entered the cell, “well Faith I’m impressed.” She was much older than Faith. At least 10 years older. Felix wearily looked up at her, she came up with a witty remark which came out in a muffled scream. Her mistress stood in front of Felix and looked down. Felix dared to meet her gaze. “Now that’s no way to greet your mistress is it?” She grabbed her hair and yanked her head up harshly. “Remember your place you little whoreslave!” She slapped her hard across the face, which even startled the men holding her in place. She released her hair and Felix held her head down, a sign of her reluctant submission.

“Isobel? What do you plan on doing with her?” Her sister inquired.

“A friend of mine would pay handsomely for her, he loves training wild slaves,” she laughed cruelly as she looked into Felix’s defiant eyes, “when he’s done with her she won’t have a single thought in her head that is her own.” Felix felt herself grow pale, the thought terrified her. Isobel watched ümraniye escort the slaves breasts heave, she stroked her breast, raking her finger nails over the tender flesh. Felix winced. She rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger, satisfied she addressed the men.

“Have her washed and brought up to my room, I want her fully restrained, understood?”

“Yes mistress,” they replied in unison. Isobel exited the cell. Following her. Faith turned around to look at Felix.

“Poor little slut,” and she left. Felix wandered what she meant by that.

Wet and pink from being washed, Felix shivered. One of the men began drying her with a towel. She tried to push him away.

“Please, I need to dry you or you’ll catch a cold,” Felix was surprised at how softly spoken he was. “Listen I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier, but you were going ballistic I haven’t seen anything like it, you were bouncing off the walls, you could have really hurt yourself.”

“Why the hell do you care? I’m just a slave.”

“I’ve heard about you, how you’ve escaped so many times, about your master…” Felix cut him off. “Don’t you dare talk about my master.”

“I’m sorry.” He put his hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah well, shit happens,” she shrugged it off. “How do you know so much about me anyway?”

“I read about it, Master Kane dead in car crash, slave no where to be seen, they put a reward on your capture! Everybody knows about you! It was in every national newspaper!”

“Master Kane moved in powerful circles, people reckon he was murdered, like it wasn’t an accident.” She spat.

“People also think you know what happened.” She ignored him.

“Do you think she was serious when she said she was gonna sell me?” He laughed.

“I doubt it, just an empty threat, you might get a new master though.”

“I see.” He connected a leash to her collar.

“My name’s Vlad, I’m a Valet, head slave in other words,” Felix smiled.

“Nice to meet you Vlad. I’m Felix.”

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enjoyed playing the role of the stern Woman Boss to the lowly employee, willing to do ANYTHING to keep his job.

To set the scene: Ms. Linden (that would be “me!”) requested that Tom come by her house late this afternoon to discuss some problems at the office…i.e. to terminate him from employment. I dressed ready to head out on the town to a nice dinner with friends after I fired my employee. I was dressed in my black thigh highs, a black wrap around dress with a V-cut front, black slip, black front-closure bra and black high-heeled sandals. I had a strand of pearls and pearl earrings. I had my nails done in a deep red as well as a matching pedicure so, I was dressed to fit the part.

****************

Tom arrived a little late. Obviously, he was nervous about why I had called this meeting.

“Tom, I want to go over some statistics with you about your performance levels,” I informed him as I showed him into my living room and had him take a seat on the leather chair.

“Yes, Ms. Linden. I thought my attendance record was one of the best. I…”

“I don’t want to hear how great your attendance has been, I want to know why your performance levels have fallen off dramatically in the last couple of weeks. Your job is on the line. I have to do some serious trimming of the fat around here and quite honestly, unless you can come up with some pretty good answers, I will have no choice but to fire you,” I told him in a very stern voice.

“Ma’am, I’m willing to do anything to keep my job,” Tom practically begged.

“Really, anything?” I asked. “I can think of a few ways you might be able to salvage your job.”

“Yes, Ms. Linden, I am willing to do ANYTHING you tell me to do, ANYTHING,” Tom said again.

“Okay, let’s see what you’re willing to do. Stand over there on the other side of the coffee table and take off all your clothes…completely, totally naked,” I instructed Tom.

Tom stood up and walked around the coffee table and then slowly began to undress. I leaned back on the sofa and placed one high-heeled foot on the coffee table allowing my dress to fall open zonguldak escort exposing the top of my short black slip and the tops of my thigh high hose…sans panties. Tom was watching between my legs…

As Tom took off his underwear, his cock stood straight out at full attention.

“What are you looking at???” I commanded. “You’re pussy, ma’am. I’ve always wondered what your pussy looked like. All the guys at the office want to know if you wear panties…and seeing you without panties and shaved bare…Oh my gawd, Ms. Linden…” Tom stammered.

“Turn around, let me see what you look like. I’m not going to promise you’ll get to keep your job but if you perform as I command, I may let you stay on a temporary basis. I can’t honestly justify a live sex toy on my payroll but I can be pretty creative when it comes to covering for a willing boy toy,” I told him. Tom turned around as I instructed.

I ordered him to stand still and I got up and walked up to him and got right in his face. I pinched his nipples and then reached down and began stroking his cock. He moaned and his knees began to quiver…

“Are you liking how I’m examining my potential toy?” I whispered to him… “Yes, ma’am,” he replied. “Good, you said you were willing to do anything, so I’m going to put you to the test…if you can eat my pussy like I like it and fuck me like I want it, then you might just secure your job until I tire of you,” I told him. I played with his cock some more, stroking it and then sucking on it…he moaned and groaned…

“Let’s go back here and see how you perform,” I told Tom and grabbed him by the cock and led him back to my bedroom.

Once back in my bedroom, I showed Tom where my “pussy eating” chair was located and how it was to be used by him when he eats my pussy. I then began to undress slowly, untying my wrap dress and having him watch…then instructing him to suck my tits when I released them from my black, front closure bra…he sucked each nipple and I felt my pussy juices begin to flow…I then took his hand and had him feel how hot my pussy bursa escort was…

“Oh Ms. Linden, your pussy is so hot and wet,” he gasped. “Yes, it is…now, I want you to sit in that chair and I’ll position myself just so here on the bed and I want you to eat my pussy. I’ve got my riding crop here in my hand and if you don’t do it just right, I’m going to whack you with the crop…do you understand, Tom?” I asked as I finished undressing, leaving my thigh highs and heels on. I sat back on my bed and positioned the study pillow behind me for support and then I spread and raised my legs so Tom had a perfect view of my freshly shaved pussy.

Tom then took his place in the chair and asked permission to begin eating my pussy. He started licking very, very gently all around my inner thighs and then lapping delicately at my pussy…oh, gawd it felt good and I made sure he knew he was doing a good job.

Next, I had Tom lick and tongue my asshole…then I got up on my hands and knees and commanded him to worship my ass properly…show me what a good “ass kisser” he really was…he licked and kissed all over my ass cheeks and then pulled my ass cheeks apart and licked at my tight little ass hole with his tongue…I was in heaven…he would lick down to my pussy and then back up my crack…I allowed him to do this several times before making him stop…I was already to have my first orgasm, but my gawd, it was too early in our scene to have this happen.

I commanded Tom get up on the bed on his back. I informed him that if he used his hands to touch me without permission, I would chain him up…he promised me he would follow my instructions and he would not have to be bound.

I lubed up my hands and began to work on his already hard as a rock cock. His hips began to thrust up into my hands…he was liking the cock massage…then I decided to suck on his cock…I did this until I could feel the little muscles on the insides of his thighs start to twitch…that’s one of the signs of a man getting close to cumming…so, I backed off.

I malatya escort continued to work on Tom’s cock, placing the vibrating cock ring around his hard shaft, pushing it down to his balls…then I used my FUKU gloves to rub him all over…

I was so turned on, I decided it was time for him to lick my pussy until I came…I stood up on the bed and positioned myself over his face. I then placed my knees on the pillow on both sides of his head and lowered my pussy down to his face.

M. began licking and flicking his tongue on my delicate clit…he had me moaning and groaning in no time…I started fucking his face, getting closer and closer to my orgasm…I didn’t want to give in to it but the wave I was riding was about to come crashing over the edge…and it did…oh my goodness, I came in one of those full body orgasms…shuddering and twitching…rolling off my dear victim, Tom. He kept trying to touch me and I would push him away…I can’t stand to be touched for about 5 to 10 minutes after I have a full body orgasm…he was quite pleased with himself. I commended him for a job well done but that I was not through playing with him. He would leave when I was ready for him to leave.

After I had regained my composure, I set to seeing how to get Tom to cum. I worked his cock into another frenzy with my hands and decided it was time to climb aboard his hard cock…I placed a condom on his erection and climbed aboard…his hard cock felt so good, not too big, not too little…just right. I rode him until I could tell Tom was in a bit of distress. You see, Tom wasn’t used to being on the bottom and this was a first experience at being rode. I recognized he was having trouble breathing and got off of him…talking to him to breath and relax…calm down…basically, he hyperventilated. Once Tom had calmed down, I got between his legs and began playing, massaging, stroking his cock back to a full-blown erection.

I told Tom to close his eyes and concentrate on his cock…that it was all about his cock. I told him to breath in through his nose, out through his mouth…all the while I was moving my hands in a twisting motion, coupled with a slight up and down movement…it didn’t take Tom long for his cock to explode in my hands and explode it did!!!

Tom had a pretty big load of cum for me. I was thrilled, he was thrilled and for the time being, Tom. was going to keep his job with Ms. Linden’s company!!

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We caught a taxi from Sydney airport. The driver loaded our luggage in the back and headed towards our hotel.

I sat in the back seat with my fiancée, Justine, as the dry sights of Sydney sped past our windows. I put my hand on her knee. She smiled at me. We were on a well deserved vacation to visit Justine’s relatives in spectacular Sydney.

She turned her head out to face the window, her hand supporting her face on the window frame. Justine was beautiful. Her long blonde hair flowed down the sides of her elegant face. Her blue eyes were very focused on the sights out of her window — Justine was so gorgeous when she concentrated. In her breezy, floral dress she looked quite the picture, better than anything out of the taxi window.

I turned back to the window. The taxi driver started up some small talk and I did my best to keep up.

After unloading our baggage at the hotel we slowly made our way to the concierge desk pushing our baggage with us. The foyer was bustling but not especially busy. The staff did their best efforts to move everyone along and get them processed as soon as possible.

We stood our luggage up and I stretched my arms. Justine made her way to the bathroom while I waited in line to be served.

In front of us was a young couple. I watched them. There wasn’t much else to do, plus the girl was quite pretty.

I watched as the man started getting impatient, getting hot under his expensive polo-ed collar, as the time passed that they weren’t in their rooms. The girl beside him seemed not to mind but stood their patiently and quietly tolerating her boyfriend’s behaviour.

He started to get louder.

“The service around here is ridiculous!” he snapped, his arms flailing beside him.

“George, it’s ok..” the red-haired girl said. Her voice was soft and waif-like. Her skin was pale, quite in contrast to her flaming rich hair.

“No, babe, it’s not ok! They’re incompetent” George returned.

I watched amused from behind the couple. The staff were professionals and were to rising to the ire of this irate customer, processing as normal instead.

Finally the couple made it to the desk.

“Do you know how long we were waiting to be served?” George barked.

“Yes sir, and we apologise, however we have been moving as fast as we can. Now how can I help you?” the nonchalant girl in the suit said.

“Maybe you don’t understand, we’ve just gotten off a four hour long plane trip, had the taxi driver from hell, and now we’re here waiting for god knows how long to be served!”

“I do understand sir, now how can I help you?”

As George bickered with the girl behind the counter I admired his girlfriend from behind. She was quite a tall girl, thin but with the curves that a man likes to see in a girl. Her hips and ass had the perfect kind of swell that made a man salivate, and it was quite apparent in this dear girl as she was wearing a pair of black leggings that was so fashionable these days. The outline of her firm bottom was so clear that I was able to imagine it in its naked glory with no trouble at all, and that’s exactly what I was doing. Draped over her immaculate frame was a soft silk purple blouse that was tied around her waist.

Goodness, if I wasn’t engaged.

“Forget it, I’m sure getting the concierge involved will just slow this process down further! Just check us in.”

“Very well, what were your names?” the suited girl asked.

“George Harris and Amy Correll”

Justine got back from the bathroom just as the couple was being ushered on.

“Perfect timing, honey” I said as I took my eyes off Amy’s body.

“Sorry about the wait.

How may I help you?” the girl behind the counter asked us.

“Not at all. Justine and Chris Timms checking in.”

To me, Sydney wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sure it kept me a little busy, but it was far more exciting for Justine who, with her friends, whizzed around town finding fashion districts and discovering more and more colourful bags to have me carry for her.

We had a quiet first day, getting to sleep early thanks to the plane ride, but on the second day Justine was hitting the town hard. I was quite clearly the fifth wheel as my dear fiancée and her friends rode waves of energy like speed freaks as they entered shop after shop.

Soon the night was coming and the shadows were getting longer. Justine’s friends had suggested that they go out to some clubs tonight.

“Ooh what a great idea, do you want to come too Chris?” she asked.

All the bags in my hands had weighed me down and all I wanted was to put my feet up.

“No thanks honey. I might just go home.”

“Suit yourself, old man,” she teased. Justine kissed me and sashayed off with her girlfriends. I watched her walk away with her friends. As she swished her hips I had the selfish thought that I was glad that I’d gotten the most beautiful of the group for myself.

The elevator doors opened at the 15th floor. I walked towards room 47, our room. I couldn’t çeşme escort wait to drop these bags off, hit the toilet, kick my shoes off, and find a comfortable seat. My feet were killing me as I trudged to the door.

Suddenly my blood ran cold. I stopped in my tracks.

Justine had the key card in her purse! I had no way of getting into the room.

The bags were cutting into my fingers and, damn, I needed to go to the bathroom as soon as possible.

I put the bags by the door and stretched my fingers, watching the blood return slowly, and my skin turning from white to purple to red. I paced outside my door trying to decide what to do next.

I could call Justine? No that would put a dampener on her night out and I would never hear the end of it. I could go downstairs and hopefully the night clerk would understand and find a way to let me in? Surely that was a possibility.

As I paced I noticed that the door to room 48, next door, was ajar. I looked and contemplated but decided against going in. No, I didn’t need the toilet that badly.

I walked back to the elevator, gathering the infernal bags again with me rather than leaving them in the hallway. Pushing the down button, I waited. And waited.

It was a split second decision. An ill-advised split second decision. I bolted back to room 48 with the bags flailing behind me. It would be ok, I would just go in, use the bathroom, and then go downstairs and sort things out with the clerk. It would be fine.

I reached the door and quickly gave it a push. It opened and I stepped inside just as in the distance the elevator bell dinged.

It was dark inside the room. I placed the bags in the corner and tried to find the handle to the bathroom. It almost always was very close to the entry.

The room curved after the closet and I noticed that the bedside light was on, illuminating the room. I heard the faint sound of breathing and my heart froze. My feet dug into the carpet and my hands instinctively clasped into balls. In the darkness my eyes widened. Was there somebody asleep in this room?

I slowly peered around the corner. My mind was not ready for the sight that I would witness.

In the corner, up by the pillows, was the silhouette of a female figure bent over the bed at the hips. Her legs were perfectly straight up from the floor, her waist was bent at a ninety degree angle and her upper body was splayed across the crisp white linen sheets. Her wrists were cuffed together tightly behind her back, her hands resting twisted above the small of her back. As I approached closer I could see that she had a blindfold over her eyes tied tightly at the back of her head, her hair fanning out across the bed – her red hair.

Could it be..?

Fascinated by the incredibly erotic sight before me, I accidentally tripped over a rug corner. I gritted my teeth. Shit.

“George? Is that you?” the naked, bound girl asked innocently. “I didn’t hear you come back in.”

George? Did that mean this angel was Amy? The gorgeous Amy from the front desk earlier today?

I held my breath and contemplated leaving. She didn’t know who I was, I could just as easily leave and she would be none the wiser. Yet the way the shadows played off the curves of her body held me in her pull. Her shoulder blades cast shadows across her back and her round ass was a portrait of flesh and darkness. I could even see her breasts crushed beneath her upper body as she tried to twist her body to half-face the sound she heard in the entrance, and they looked amazing. Her pale skin sparkled in the lamp light.

“I’m so glad you came back George. I’m sorry that this upset you so much,” Amy’s body squirmed under the restraints. I watched her leg muscles move as she repositioned. If I moved over to the bed corner I’d be able to see better, I thought to myself. “I waited for you like I said I would, like a good little girl.”

This was starting to turn me on. My penis began stirring in my pants and all feelings of pain in my feet and pressure in my belly were forgotten. My heart began beating and blood rushed to my head. I stayed silent.

“George? Please say something George.”

I thought about where George could have been. Where would a man go with a beauty like this tied, helpless on his bed?

“Please. I’m sorry I sprung this on you like this. I know some people aren’t into this but I am, George, and I had to say something.” Amy twisted her slender body. Her long legs sliding further and further apart.

The view got even better when I stood behind her. I began to rub the bulge in my pants, no longer trying to stay quiet. If she thought I was George, that’s fine, I can be George. That arrogant asshole.

“I hope you’ve decided that you want this too?” I waited, admiring her magnificent body. “I hope you’re ok with being my sex master?”

My cock stood on end, pushing its head against the fly. Amy was a submissive.

I had been trying for years to bring a rougher edge başakşehir escort to Justine and my sex life. I would try subtly, holding her hands as I thrust into her, before pulling them above her head and attempting to pin her wrists together. She would find a way to slide them back and move them about — the freedom would irritate me afterwards. I tried not-so-subtly, pulling her hair and pushing her up against the fridge, pushing my cock against her upturned ass through her skirt and panties. Justine would wiggle her ass and tease me before twisting out of my grasp and kissing me adorably on my nose.

“Let me get comfortable and then you can fuck me, big boy.”

Even the way she would say “fuck” was like she was reading it out of a dictionary.

Which was why seeing Amy displayed for me like this was like a gift. I looked at her body in the light from behind. She could hear me back there and straightened her legs to assume the position. I could even see the colour change from pale to tan between her cheeks where her darling asshole sat puckered and prime.

“I want to please you George. I want you to use me. I want to be your filthy sex doll.”

I could believe the words coming from this red haired angel. Even her timid voice made the act all the kinkier. I unzipped my fly. Amy obviously heard it and spread her long white legs expecting to get a fucking already.

“Oh god, please George. Fuck your slave girl,” Amy begged with desperation of a girl who had been anticipating cock since whenever she had first bound herself on the bed for her boyfriend.

My cock sprung from its cage. It was raging with a hardness that I hadn’t felt in months.

In the back of my mind of course I thought of George — I had enough to piece the situation together now. Amy was a submissive at heart and had been dating George for what I guessed was a short while. She had decided that a vacation away and the privacy of a hotel room was the best time to reveal to her “love” the style of rough sex that she craved. Who knows how base her desires reached, all that I could tell was that it was too extreme for a soft-cock like George and he had felt the need to leave and decide what to do while his potential slave waited for him.

Lucky bastard, he had no idea how many men would kill for a girl as beautiful and as warped as Amy.

I strode over to the other side of the bed, my rigid cock bouncing with my steps. Amy struggled against her self-imposed bindings. I continued looking at her, how her hair was messed up in just the right way that it made this angel appear a little naughty.

I approached her from the top of her body.

“George?” Amy said, wondering why I was at the wrong end. She raised her head up as if she could see through her blindfold, wondering what would happen next. “George?”

In one swift motion I slapped her angelic face with my outstretched hand. Not the kind of slap that men gave to women who misbehaved in the 40’s, the kind of slap that an anonymous, horny man gives to a tied-up, submissive, wanting whore. The noise echoed through the room. Amy’s face was twisted to the left and a red spot was beginning to glow on her cheek. The silence that followed was almost louder than the smack of her flesh.

I held my breath as I waited to see how Amy would reply. Her breathing deepened. Then, softly, “Thank you master.”

My cock was at bursting point. I slapped her again, even harder with a strength I didn’t knew I could inflict against a girl. The whack was followed by a sexy little whimper and then again, “Thank you master.”

Amy was stunning. She was clearly into this kind of abuse; I wanted to see what other kind of abuse she was into. Her hair was a pretty red mess and her body was heaving as she breathed.

“Thank you George,” she whispered, thinking her boyfriend had given in to her desires.

I wondered where her boyfriend was. Never mind, I decided.

I rubbed my cock in my fist as I thought what else Amy’s delicate body would take. I moved behind her and viciously slapped her perfect ass cheeks a few times, enjoying the squirming that Amy’s body did to react to the pain. She made a small sobbing sound.

There must be something in the bathroom I could use on her. I sharply moved from behind her to the side door, switching the light on. The immaculate white tiles were hard on my eyes initially as I adjusted. There was a little shower in the corner with glass walls and a large mirror on the opposite wall above a small, functional sink. A toilet sat squarely between on the side. I searched for something sexy to use on the willing Amy, something that would test her submissive nature. Then I spied a bottle.

I walked out to the bed with my cock pumping in my hand again, in my other hand I held a bottle of hotel branded shampoo. Approaching Amy’s face I stroked her cheek and felt her relax in my grasp. I stroked a little longer seeing the red imprint of my hand from earlier. Using my küçükçekmece escort fingers I tugged down her jaw and pulled her tongue out. She made a tiny “uhhh” noise as I opened her mouth. I wondered if she could taste my precum on my fingers.

Pulling the lid off the shampoo bottle I held it out to her ruby lips and poured into her open mouth. Lashes of light-blue coloured goo dripped onto her tongue. Amy began to make a strange noise as I held her mouth open with my other hand. She struggled with her hands behind her back until her instinct fell by the wayside and her slutty persona was revived. The sounds coming from her changed to moans as she relaxed to the will of her master and began swallowing the cleaning fluid.

My cock was so hard, I wanted to jam it into her mouth and fuck her head until I came, but I restrained myself. I continued to pour the liquid from the shampoo bottle into her mouth and watched her throat muscles swallowing. She was a good little slave, I’d give her that.

Soon the bottle came to finish. I dropped the empty plastic to the floor. Amy swallowed the remainder of the gooey shampoo down her throat.

“Thank you for the delicious meal master,” Amy croaked out of her sticky throat.

I see-sawed my cock between the firm globes of her ass cheeks and slapped her sopping wet pussy with my hand as Amy moaned like a bitch in heat. It was a low guttural moan that I’ve only ever heard in the context of depraved sex.

I looked around the room for ideas of what to do next. There were unlit candles clustered together in the corner on the desk. They didn’t look like they’d been supplied with the room so I assumed that these were from George for his idea of a romantic evening.

Slapping Amy’s backside, I removed my cock from her cheeks and grabbed a candle and the box of matches in the dish beside the TV. The candle was white and ribbed — in a different scenario I would have used this to fuck her, I thought. I could always use one of the others for that.

Holding the candle by the tip, I extended my hand until the base of the white, waxy candle was on Amy’s tongue. She knew what I wanted her to do. She wrapped her lips around the candle base and sucked it into her mouth as if it were a wax cock. Amy moaned as if it were my cock — in her head, of course, George’s — and sucked the foul tasting phallus.

I pulled the candle out and lit a match; the flame illuminated the room a bit fuller and much more warmly. I watched the candle flame flicker as Amy struggled against her cuffs.

“Please master…” she started to say before cutting herself off.

I tipped the candle to her back. A trickle of melted wax fell between her shoulder blades and Amy screamed in pain. The scream lasted a split second before she closed her mouth, aware of the public nature of the room, but the pain was clearly something she hadn’t expected.

I used the candle flame to find her clothes piled neatly in the corner under the window. Her blouse, her bra, her leggings and her panties, all in a tidy pile. I pulled out her used panties. They were a pair of black v-strings; no wonder I couldn’t see a panty line before. They wouldn’t be any good as a gag. I grabbed her black leggings and balled them up — they were so thin, hard to believe this and the tiny whorish v-string was all that separated her ass and pussy from me earlier. Then, pulling on Amy’s fire-red hair I pulled her mouth open and pushed the stockings inside, not caring if I was choking her.

I returned to the candle wax.

I lay on the bed beside Amy, my cock hard, tracing her curves with the tip of my cock. I had taken my shirt and pants off and was determined to fuck this darling, wanton whore. George, be damned.

However the pressure in my stomach had built up again and I need to use the toilet first.

I pulled the gag out of Amy’s lips and wiped it onto her face. I slapped her once again for good measure.

“I deserved the pain you gave me master. I hope I have pleased you?” she asked.

I pushed her face into the mattress, hopefully indicating that she should stay there without saying anything, and made my way to the bathroom.

Without any pants on I sat down immediately and began to relieve myself. I could hear shuffling on the bed and I hoped that Amy wasn’t undoing her blindfold or anything. Finishing up I balled up a hunk of toilet paper and began to wipe. I wasn’t quite done when I heard a voice at the door.

“May I help you with that master?”

Amy had made her way from the bed to the door of the bathroom. I hoped she hadn’t taken her blindfold off. Wait, what did she want to do?

I opened the door.

She was crouched on her knees before me, her arms pinned behind her back still, her blindfold in place. From the front I could see her breasts. They were exquisite. Full bulbs of flesh with a little strawberry nipple on the front. There was no sag or lilt, they hung exactly as perfectly as a girl her age would expect to.

I was sitting on the porcelain seat still, yet beyond her blindfold she had no idea I was in such an unsexy position.

“May I.. May I clean you master?” Amy asked in her gentle voice before opening her lips and extending her wet tongue.

Did she mean what I thought she meant? Did it matter? This whore had been obeying me all evening; I wanted to see how disgusting she would be.

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my Master informs me that today i will go through a rigorous training as His personal puppy & dog…

“Today My pet, you are just that. you will speak only as My puppy. you will perform tricks & provide Me with amusement, my pet. you will receive treats when you have done well & you will be punished when you do wrong. Do W/we understand one another on the extent of Your servitude today, my pet?”

“yes, my Master.”

“very well. W/we will have no more of that then! Right pet!?”

i bark in response to my Master’s statement.

my Master spends the bigger part of the morning training me in many areas of being His personal puppy…”To perform later in the evening” He tells me.

The time comes for Masters arrival home from work.

“Hmm…Sounds like Master is home, my pet.”

i begin pathetically whimpering crawling around in circles, hoping my Master will allow me to greet Master.

“Such enthusisasm my pet. Better hurry or You won’t be there in time to greet Master.”

i crawl quickly to the top of the landing to greet Master. Just in time as the doors opens. i begin barking in excitement at seeing Master. He stands at the bottom of the stairs looking at me a little puzzled as first, then He smiles as He continues slowly up the stairs.

my Master comes up from behind and swats my ass. “That’s enough of that damn barking already!”

i whimper and put my head down moving to one side of the landing.

“Geesh!” my Master says.

Master just laughs. “I understand my limits on Master Steve but puppy’s don’t wear clothing & they all have tails. By the way that is punishable my pet… wearing the clothing upon My arrival.”

i bark at Master. then i strip naked & Master inserts a butt plug with a tail into my ass. It hurts as He shoves it hard & deep into my dry ass stretching my ass with the slender plug.

my Master goes back to sit down & Master goes to the kitchen.

“Come here girl!” Master snaps.

i crawl into the kitchen on all fours.

“Stay” Master says.

Master fumbles around putting His stuff up & getting something to drink. He pats my head then goes to sit down.

“Come on.” Master says.

Master takes a drink from His cup and then sits it down.

i sit up whimpering & begging.

“What’s Your problem now?” Master asks.

i bark looking at Master’s glass.

“Out of water again!” my Master snaps.

i stick my tongue out panting and moving back & forth showing excitement towards my Masters response.

“Damn mutt!” my Master snaps. “I swear , Master Z ,she drinks way to much.”

i get back down on all fours my head towards the ground.

my Master gets up & goes towards the restroom.

“Well are You coming?” my Master asks.

i follow behind Master stopping at the entrance to the restroom.

“Damn bitch! Where is your bowl?” my Master asks. “you had better hurry up & get it before I decide to punish you some more.”

i hurry back into the living room to get the bowl from the paper. Bending down i grab it between my teeth and take it back to my Master.

“Took you long enough! Do you think I like standing here all day!” my Master snapped.

“Give me the bowl already!” my Master snaps as He put His hands out.

i slowly release the bowl from my mouth into my Master’s hands…

He then turns the water faucet on. Then He stops to look at me. “Oh I almost forgot, you forgot your bowl, didn’t you!” my Master said.

i barked.

Then He shut the faucet off. “Next time you will remember to bring the bowl with you!” Then He put the bowl into the toilet and got my water. my Master shut the light off and went into the living room.

“come get your water,” my Master said.

i crawled back to the paper where my Master had put the bowl. i looked at the bowl then Him.

“WHAT!?” my Master snapped in aggravation. “Not good enough for you!?”

Then my Master got up and started spanking my ass again , about 20 times.

“You interrupted my relaxation time. Now you are going to drink that damn water bitch!” my Master said.

i whimpered then began to drink the water.

“That’s enough water!” Master said. “Come here! Look you drooled all down the front of yourself.” Master laughed. ” Go get my slippers.” Master commanded.

i crawl up underneath the table & put Master’s slippers into my mouth , back out & take them to Him. Master takes off His shoes then tells me to put the slippers on the floor in front of Him.

“God damn dog! look what you did to my slippers! you slobbered ALL over them!” Master said angrily.

Master göztepe escort put His foot to my side and pushed me out of the way- “Go lay down in the damn corner!”

i crawled to the corner as Master ordered.

Master & my Master sat & talked to one another well over an hour ignoring me in the corner.

Then they decided it was time for them to eat.

“Come out of the corner pet & sit between the two of Us. maybe you have learned your lesson this time” Master said.

i crawled in between the two of them while they sat and ate.

“Time to eat now pet. Get your bowl.” my Master said.

i crawled to my food dish picked it up in my mouth and carried it back to my Master.

“Put it down…” my Master pauses…”Well, pet?” my Master asks.

i look at my Master with sad eyes and beg for my dinner.

Master & my Master both scrap their plates into my dish…”But First You must clean Our plates pet.” my Master says.

Master just smirks at me and place His plate down.

Then my Master puts His down too.

as i am licking the two plates clean Master tells my Master what a productive day it looks like He has had with me. Then the two of them carry on conversing with one another.

Master gets up and pats me on the head, puts the dish of food in the middle of the floor, then takes the plates to the kitchen. When Master returns He turns to my Master and asks Him if i’ve learned any good tricks that i could do for my dinner.

“hmm” my Master ponders…

“You know Master Z, they do say a dog can lick their own wounds…wonder if pet is any good at that?” my Master snickers.

“Sit up pet!” my Master commands.

i sit up ,on my knees, as my Master has commanded. He walks around me. He brings my arms to my back & crosses my palms into one another.

“If you move out of the sitting position or if You move Your hands from where I have placed them, you will be severely punished. Do You understand pet?” my Master asks.

i bark at my Master then He starts His administrations with a cane to my nipples …He starts out using the cane straight across both of my nipples … they begin to swell with excitement. The sensation is very excruciating as the time passes and the number of strokes increases. my Master then begins to alternate hitting me with the cane on various places on my breasts. With each stroke Y/you can see the impression the cane makes as it hits my breasts. The wind & force behind the cane moves my hair off of my shoulders & i squirm in pains as my breasts begin to redden from my Master’s administrations. His strokes become harder and harder …i can feel myself getting wet from the attention to my breasts…squirming to control the pain i am now feeling…my Master stops…

“i told You, don’t move like that pet!” my Master says.

He then spreads my knees and legs apart exposing my pussy to Him. He begins to strike my upper inner thigh over & over in the same spot. it hurts so much i can feel tears coming to my eyes. He continues saying that bad little puppy dogs do not go unpunished…He strokes become faster & harder making my thigh swell with His strokes of the cane. Tears now run down my face and i try not to move as He continues. He then moves to the other thigh. my Master continues starting out on my thigh at the level He left off on the other one. i whimper in agony because i know not to speak. my Master seems satisfied with the fact that i now am crying & whimpering because He now returns to my breasts. With just a few harsh blows my Master has drawn blood on my breasts, but He continues to whip my breasts without regard to the fact im in pain. my Master continues for about another 10 minutes then stops.

Master then says “now pet…Lets see how good You can lick the blood from your wounds & your Master’s administrations.”

i begin licking my right breast first then the left one. my Master stops me and orders me to now use my hands to push my nipples into my mouth and suck the blood from my nipples. i quickly obey tasting the salty sweat from my body along with the mixture of blood. i continue licking each breast the best that i can.

“very well my pet.” my Master says. “Now on all fours and eat your scraps.”

With tears still running down my face i crawl to the food bowl and eat the scraps Master & my Master have given me. Licking the entire bowl clean. Then i crawl to the back door and bark trying to get Master or My Master’s attention.

“Shut up bitch! What is the matter with you!?” Master says.

i then sit there for a few minutes çorlu escort and crawl back between Master & my Master. i begin to whimper & then i look at the door.

They continue to ignore me so i sit there on all fours.

Awhile longer goes by & i begin to whimper again looking at the door.

“Alight already! you really must have to go to the restroom. I wouldnt want you to go on the carpet b/c then I would have to punish you. So get to the back door!” Master says.

i quickly crawl to the back door w/ my tongue sticking out panting in excitement.

Master opens the door slightly then closes it. “Look at you pet! you are a disgrace to your Master & Master Steve! you are all dirty from your meal & punishment. Now you will have to be washed!” Master says.

He then opens the door again and orders me to get outside & down the stairs to use the restroom. my Master also follows U/us out.

“Well? get out there and go pet.” Master orders.

i sit there on all fours trying to go but can’t.

“Hurry it up We aren’t going to wait all day!” my Master says.

then i start to go to the restroom. The position is a little awkward because the urine begins to run down the inside of my thigh & legs.

Master & my Master both laugh in amusement.

“Now she really does need a bath.” my Master says.

Master walks over to the concrete pad and calls me over. my Master hands Master a choker collar and tells Him He will probably need it to hold me in place. Master puts the choker collar on me then turns on the hose. He begins to wash me down with the water and i cringe and bark trying to get out of the freezing water on my skin. Master pulls on the chain and orders me to stay still. After several minutes He turns the water off and says that i can go play in the yard now but NOT to get dirty!

my Master throws a ball out…”fetch it pet!”

i crawl on all fours and bring the ball back to my Master. He throws it out several more times for me to fetch. Then Master & my Master decide it’s time to go back inside. Then W/we all go back inside.

my Master then begins commands me in such things as “beg”, “sit” ” roll-over.”

and i follow through with each command as my Master instructs me to do them. my Master then gives me a dog treat and tells me to go sit between Him & Master.

i take the treat into my mouth and sit between the two of them. Since i’m left with no use of my hands i gnaw on the dog treat.

After awhile Master says “damn dog! that’s really annoying I can’t watch my show! Oh that also reminds Me I haven’t punished you yet for being dressed when I arrived home, have I?”

i bark at Master in agreement.

Master says “Leash pet!”

i expose my neck to Him so that He can attach the leash to the collar. Master pulls on the leash and has me follow Him around crawling. He stops everyone once in awhile and gives me a command “Stop” , “Bark”, or “wait” . After a few minutes He brings me back into the living room.

Master takes the leash off & then strikes my ass with it about a dozen times.

“Hmm” He says, “That doesn’t work very well does it Master Steve?”

“No, but You can use My belt on her.”my Master says smirking.

my Master hands Master the belt then i back up away from Master.

“Get back here now bitch!” He says pointing to where i was.

i whimper and Master says “I’m not joking, now my bitch!”

i crawl back with my head down.

“Tsk, Tsk. That’s to bad my bitch!” says Master.

“you have been a very bad pet since my arrival home. I want you to bark for each stroke to your ass pet & you will whimper to thank me in between each stroke.”

Master delivers the first swat to my ass, not having much mercy it stings my ass.

i bark & then i whimper.

Master administers the 2nd stroke to my ass this time harder than the first.

i bark twice then i whimper.

Master continues until i am up to 10. “you won’t continue to bark or whimper now pet. I am going to deliver another 50. I do not want to hear a peep out of you or else!”

Master continues… at around 30 my ass is really stingy and i can barely stay up on my arms anymore because of the pain. The sting of the belt brings me to tears as i try to stay still and not move or say anything. At 40, Master says “the last 10 will hurt worse than any I have given so far…”each one will intensify with the number.” He adds.

Half way between the 10 i fell off one of my hands.

“Up now, bitch!” Master commanded.

Then He started the last 10 over starting ümraniye escort the intensity of the strokes where He has left off. The belt made indents as it struck my ass…Welting my ass …

“Now you will learn to be a good puppy from now on.” Master continues…That was for the clothing. Now for annoying Me you will receive an additional 10 swats each to your ass, breasts & pussy with the electro-paddle.

i whimper pathetically at Master, but it doesn’t matter to Him.

Master delivers 10 very intense & painful strokes to my ass.

“Up bitch!” Master commands. “legs apart!”

Master moves the paddle to my thigh and rubs it up and down the inside of my leg. rocking the paddle edge over my clit , which stands up from His attention. He then delivers the first stroke to my pussy unexpectedly.

i jump. Then He continues…2…3…4…5…Then He rubs the paddle over my cunt lips and zaps me two more times…

“The last 3 pet, your clit gets.” Master says.

He then delivers two zaps to my clit.

“Last one , pet” Master said.

Then He reached down and pulled the skin off of my clit exposing it. i tried to protest by whimpering but He ignored me. He rubbed the paddle for several minutes over my clit then He shocked my exposed clit which i struggled not to make a sound as it made me cry even more.

“Now, your breasts, bitch.” Master says.

He toys with my nipples & jewelry for several minutes before beginning to swat my nipples with the electro paddle. my nipples stood straight up as He alternated the 10 strokes to my nipples.

“Hmm…seems your nipples liked it pet!” Master says.

Master rubs my face in His crotch…”and your Master’s cock enjoys it too- see how hard you have made Me, pet?”

Master sits back on the couch. He has me sit up and He rests His feet just under me.

“you are dripping on My feet pet.” Master says as He rubs my head petting me.

i move closer to Master resting my cunt up against His leg. As Master continued to pet me i began moving myself up against His leg. grinding my cunt into His leg & jeans.

“Our bitch acts as though she is in heat.” Master says.

He pulls me off of Him. “Now look what you did! you soaked you’re Master’s jeans. Lick my feet & jeans clean.” He commands.

i lick my Master’s feet clean tasting my hot cum on Him. Then i lick Master’s jeans as good as i can. He grabs my hair and pulls me off.

“A bitch in heat is always ready for a nice hard dick” Master says. Master pulls down His jeans and puts my mouth on His cock. “Suck it bitch!” He orders. “Master Steve , has other plans for you. ” He adds.

Master force feeds me His cock & my Master goes to the back of me. He removes the plug from my ass.

“I think you need something a little bigger, My pet.” my Master says.

Master pulls me off His cock and tells me to just suck the head of His cock for now.

my Master begins to run His cock up and down over my ass. He then spreads my legs apart exposing my ass & cunt to Him even more. He puts His cock at the entrance of my ass. Master then wraps His hands tightly in my hair.

my Master pushes His cock all the way inside of me & i try to cry in pain but Master is now forcing me to suck all of His cock again. my Master holds onto my hips as His shoves His cock in and out of my ass. Making my insides turn.

Master pushes me all the way down on His cock and holds me still there.

“just lick My cock pet, but don’t move up.” i run my tongue up & down Master cock as much as i can in the position He has me in.

“put your fingers in Your cunt.” my Master orders. “I want to feel you fucking yourself as I fuck your ass.”

i put 3 fingers into my cunt feeling my Masters cock through the thin walls of my cunt & ass. It feels good to have my fingers all the way inside of myself as my Master’s cock is all the way inside of my ass. His balls slapping up against my wet cunt.

Master now begins fucking my mouth. “very good pet, fuck Your Master’s cock with your mouth as if it were a real pussy.”

my Master stops fucking my ass. He moves all the way out almost, leaving just the head of His cock inside of my ass.

“Don’t stop fucking Your cunt, bitch.” my Master says. He begins to spank my ass really hard. He does that for several minutes. About that time Master shoves Himself all the way inside of my throat. i try to come up because He is choking me, but He holds me down. “Don’t dare!” He says. Then Master comes in my mouth.

my Master then shoves His cock all the way inside of my ass again & cums too. my Master continues to probe my ass with His cock until He is soft inside of me then He pulls out.

Master then releases my mouth from His cock & orders me to clean my Master.

i turn to my Master and lick His cock & balls clean.

i then look at Master and whimper to clean His cock as well…

“you are very pathetic when you want to be,” He says.

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In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the “wicked” witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Master, who was Mr. Sharpe’s narrator. I hope that fans of the original book will accept my version for the tribute that it is meant to be.

*

I stood outside Master’s flat at 6:15 a.m., knowing that Master still would be tucked up in his big bed, sleeping soundly, as he was when I quietly left his flat, just after midnight, leaving my little slave bed neatly made and empty for the first time in a year. I left behind all the beautiful clothes Master had bought for me (including the Donna Karan jacket he had replaced after slicing up the one I owned), and wondered if Master would notice or if he would just go about replacing me.

The doorbell rang for a minute, with no response, so I just kept applying my finger to the bell, ringing and ringing away, pressing my body up against the front door of the flat so that I could not be seen, should Master glance out of the windows.

I was not surprised that, after a year of not having to answer his own door, Master jerked the door open with anger, bellowing, “What the hell!”

Once Master’s eyes adjusted to the morning’s brilliant sunlight, Master was able to see that, there on the pavement, I stood, my little Delsey suitcase on the pavement by my side, dressed in the same cheap fawn outfit I was wearing in that Underground train a year before.

“Good Morning, Sir,” I said with a curtsey. “I’m looking for work. Do you have any vacancies?”

Master paused for a moment, and replied, “As it happens, I do have a position for a whore.”

“That sounds very interesting, Sir,” I responded. “What does the work entail?”

“Being beaten, fucked and buggered,” Master replied. “You’ll have to give tongue baths and suck cock. And there will be a little light housework and groveling.”

“I think I’ll be able to manage that, Sir,” I said.

“There are additional duties, too,” Master continued. “You will be expected to love the master of the house with all your heart, and be loved by him in return.”

Suddenly there were tears in my eyes, and my voice took on a strange quality. “How much will I earn?” I asked.

“Fuck all,” Master replied. “Last year the job paid very well, but things are different now. You’ll be expected to do all that for nothing but an occasional mouthful of sperm.”

“Those terms are most generous, Sir,” I said.

“You accept, then?” Master asked.

“Most gratefully and humbly, Sir,” I replied. And this time, even though there were people about in the street on their way to work, I knelt down without being told to and kissed Master’s bare feet.

Master looked down at me, and said, “You bitch! You decided all this long ago, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” I admitted with a smile.

“I’ll make you suffer for putting me through all that,” Master promised.

“Oh, Master, I hope so,” I replied.

And that is how it has been ever since. Each year on the morning of the second of November I knock on Master’s front door and apply for my contract to be renewed. After a little ceremony, the words of which never change, Master drags me inside, and beats and fucks me. Then I sign a new contract, and another year of loving pain begins.

By this time, I thought I knew Master, and I thought Master knew me.

I was utterly wrong on both counts.

Master planned our evening so carefully, buying a luxurious but easy-to-prepare meal of dressed crab, ready-made salad, and a cream gateau, with pink champagne in the fridge. Master had Spohr’s Clarinet Concerto, sophisticated, yet unfamiliar, playing quietly in the background throughout our lovely meal.

When I was sitting comfortably in the main room sipping after-dinner coffee, Master dropped on one knee and said, “Rebecca, I love you. Marry me.”

I was startled enough to respond, “Don’t be silly. Masters don’t marry slaves.” “They do,” Master countered. “Fuckpuppet is married to Dave.”

“Really?” I asked.

“I thought you knew,” Master said. “They’ve got two kids.”

“But how do they arrange,” I began to ask.

“Dave is well-off, you know,” Master said. “They’ve got a big house, and the main play room has one-way video links to both the kids’ bedrooms. If either of them wakes up in the middle of a scene, they break it off at once.”

“But those parties,” I persisted.

“The kids sleep over with Fuckpuppet’s parents,” Master explained. “Not that Grandpa and Grandma know what’s going on: they’re just obliging. Several of the couples we see at parties are married.”

Master took my hand, and asked, “Well, what do you think?”

“About what?” I asked.

“About marrying me, of course,” Master said. “Marry me and make me the happiest tuzla escort man on earth.”

“How can you want to marry someone you despise?” I asked.

“I don’t despise you at all,” Master said.

“But you spit on me,” I persisted.

“The fact that I beat you does not mean I do not respect you,” Master said, with a look of puzzlement on his face. “Nothing could be further from the truth. It takes strength to accept pain and humiliation. The ability to wait patiently for a beating takes a rare kind of courage. If you can withstand a barrage of insults that would make me want to curl up and die, that just shows you are stronger than me. When you ask me to hurt you, it is because you are honest enough to admit what you want. I admire you. I envy you. I love you.”

“That’s nice,” I said with a little sigh. “Marriage is a big step, though. I’ll need time to think.”

Master sipped his coffee, “How much thinking time will you need?” Master asked.

“I’ve thought,” I said harshly, “And I’m sorry, Martin, but I cannot marry you.” “‘Cannot?'” Master exclaimed. “What do you mean, ‘cannot’? Are you already married? Have you decided to become a nun? Has living with Sally turned you into a lesbian?”

“None of those things,” I replied, “but I won’t marry you.”

“Why not?” Master asked.

“I can’t tell you,” I said; “I won’t tell you.”

“Tell me,” Master ordered.

I bit my lip, and then replied, “No.”

“That’s not on,” Master said. “When I laid down the rules at the beginning of all this, I made it clear that you had to be honest with me. A slave can put a stop to a relationship any time she wants, but she has to say why.”

“Did you ask me to marry you as a slave, or as a woman?” I asked.

“Both,” Master replied. “I want you to be my beautiful bondage bride. You don’t have to accept, but if you don’t, you must give me the reasons.”

This edict was followed by a long pause. “No,” I said, “I won’t tell you.”

“Explain, and I won’t bother you again,” Master insisted.

“Please, Martin, don’t ask,” I begged.

“But I love you,” Master said desperately. “And you love me. I’ve heard you say so a dozen times.”

“Only when I had your cock in my mouth,” I said, “only when you were holding a whip.”

“Tell me you don’t love me then,” Master ordered.

I did not reply.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Master’s voice was growing shrill. “I laid down the rules for our relationship. You agreed they were fair, and you accepted them. And now you’re going back on everything. Tell me why you won’t marry me, or I’ll beat you till your soul cries out for release.”

I shook my head.

I cowered back as Master seemed to explode in white fury, shaking with rage.

“You bitch!” Master shouted, “you stupid, selfish bitch!” Master got to his feet and grabbed me by the hair, and forced me to the ground.

I screamed, and it was a new kind of sound: not a slave being taken to the limit of her endurance, but a woman in terror.

Master was deaf to my cries. Master dragged me towards the door on hands and knees. In my heart, I believed that Master knew what he was doing was wrong, and refusing to believe that Master was powerless to stop himself. I struggled, hanging onto doorframes and banisters as Master dragged me by brute strength up the stairs. Master went as fast as he could, bashing my knees on the stairs, driven on by the necessity of getting me into the soundproofed Music Room before the neighbors heard my yells for help.

Half a dozen pigeons on the windowsill outside the Music Room scattered as if afraid they might be hurt, too. Even as terrified as I was by the way Master was behaving, I took note that, outside, people were scurrying about, hats pulled down, umbrellas up, cars with wipers going, with no knowledge of this room or the terrible drama being acted out inside it.

“Please, Master,” I begged. Don’t, Martin. Please.”

“Tell me what I want to know, or shut the fuck up,” Master bellowed.

“Parsnips!” I shrieked, really frightened.

“Shut up, bitch!” Master hissed, “If you can break the rules, then so can I.”

Master punched me in the solar plexus: my mouth gaped open, and my eyes stared forward in shock and surprise. For a minute I was too rigid to be moved, my arms and legs solid with paralysis. Master took the opportunity to buckle leather restraints round my wrists, then as life returned to my leaden limbs Master lifted me up and hung me from the hook in the ceiling. At least, Master managed to hang the left arm securely, but I was getting my breath back, and fought with all my strength to stop Master chaining up my right arm.

All my strength wasn’t enough.

Master kicked the door closed and dragged the curtains across to blot out the normal world from view. Then Master turned the lights on full and looked at me. “This is your last chance,” Master told me. “Answer my question, or take the pendik escort consequences.”

“Let me down, you bully,” I gasped.

“Is that your answer?” Master asked.

“Parsnips,” I said. “That’s my answer.”

“Forget parsnips,” Master said. “I am giving you a new safe word — a whole lot of words. I will stop torturing you when you tell me why you will not marry me.” Master stepped forward, and went on, “Don’t make me hurt you, Rebecca. Tell me what I want to know.”

I kicked Master in the balls.

Master staggered back into one of the vises on the bench by the window, and then sat down with a thud on the floor. Even before the noise of Master’s arse hitting the floor had faded, I was saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” over and over again.

Master stood up, and said, “I don’t mind you hurting me. Well, I do. But not as much as I mind you not saying why you won’t marry me.”

“It’s none of your business,” I said with resignation.

Master knelt behind me and strapped my ankles to a spreader bar. Master took out his lock-back knife and cut the clothes off me, leaving them where they fell, then picked up a whip and lashed out at my arse.

When Master paused for breath, an agonizing, eternal fifteen minutes later, the whip was broken in his hand. Master discarded the whip, and then reached into the equipment case and took out his lock knife and held the blade to my right nipple.

“Tell me,” Master insisted

“No,” I replied.

Master held the knife to my throat, and repeated, “Tell me.”

“No,” I responded.

Master swapped the knife for a dressage whip, a truly awesome weapon that had no business ever coming near human skin. The other beatings Master had given me in this room were nothing to what I was getting now. It was not erotic whipping, it was just whipping. Master stepped forward, lashing my thighs, breaking my spirit. Half an hour later, Master was dripping with sweat, and the reflections in the mirrors throughout the room made my condition all too clear. My shoulders were covered in red and purple marks, my breasts criss-crossed with welts, the curves of my arse a horrible dimpled confusion of welts and bruises, oozing blood in a few places.

Master dropped the whip, took my face in his hands and kissed me, tasting tears.

“Tell me,” Master begged me, desperate to avoid inflicting any more pain.

“All right,” I said. “I give in.

Master could not do enough for me then. Master unhooked me and laid me gently on the floor, where he gathered me into his arms. As Master held my sobbing body, Master was crying, too.

Master unclipped my wrist and ankle straps, the skin beneath them pale and unbruised, like the marks left when you have been wearing a watch in the sun. They say there’s nobody as kind as a good master. Well, Master had proved them wrong – his beating had spread onto the forbidden areas over the kidneys and the backs of the knees.

“Tell me,” Master said. Tender, but still insistent.

And it all came out.

“It’s my brother,” I began. “He died when I was nineteen, of Muscular Dystrophy. It’s a terrible disease. Do you know anything about it?”

Master shook his head.

“It was dreadful,” I went on. “It wasn’t just what it did to Philip, it was how it affected Mom and Dad. They had to watch him getting worse day after day, having to get that wasted body into action every morning, knowing there was no hope.”

Master took my hand.

“It was especially tough on Dad,” I went on. “He put his heart and soul into it, collecting money for a special Muscular Dystrophy charity, organising holidays so Philip could see a bit of the world. I remember Dad taking us to Disney World, and the pilot letting us go onto the flight deck. They do that sort of thing when children are dying. After Philip died, Dad sort of lost the plot for a bit.”

I shuddered. “He had a stroke six weeks after the funeral. Only a small one, but he’s never been the same. He came back from the hospital looking like somebody else altogether. He still does, a bit. He still sounds like my dad most of the time, but he drifts off sometimes when you’re talking to him.” I paused for a moment, lost in thought. “Anyway,” I said, rousing myself, “when I was fourteen, the family doctor took me to one side and explained what it meant for me. The gene is carried in the female line. He didn’t actually force me, but he made it pretty clear he thought I ought to be sterilised.”

Sobs rocked my body, but whether I was crying for my brother, or my father, or just because Master had beaten me so incredibly hard, I could not say.

“You didn’t agree to sterilisation, though,” Master said, prompting me to continue.

I shook my head. “I’ve always been interested in science, so I did some reading and found out what they were doing in gene therapy for inherited conditions. Every woman has a biological clock ticking, but for me there’s a second maltepe escort clock to think about. There’s a slight chance they might find a treatment before I’m too old to have children.” I gave Master a sad smile. “They’re taking their time, though.”

“But you did not try for a career in science, hoping to find the treatment yourself?” Master prompted, putting the conversation back on track.

“I dreamed of being able to find a cure to the disease that killed my brother, but I just do not have that kind of brain. I know you think English literature is a silly career, but it is fascinating,” and there was real fierceness in my voice. “I work terribly hard. I suppose knowing I would almost certainly never marry gave me an edge over the other students in my year: it made me more determined to make something of my life.”

“But you can marry without having kids,” Master said.

“I don’t think so,” I replied. “I think people who do not want children should just live together, and I’ve done that. I lived with a man – men. However, I think marriage is there to give children a proper home, with proper commitment from both parents. Otherwise, it is just a sham.”

“What about adoption?” Master asked.

“That seems a bit of a sham, too,” I answered. “A lot of adopted kids at school seemed very unhappy.”

“Did you love the men you lived with?” Master inquired.

“I think so,” I said. “I thought so at the time. But I always felt there was something missing. And when you came along and turned me into a slave, I found a new hope to cling to. I thought I might be able to have a really intense relationship without babies and without commitment. That is why I was happy to let Sally come and join us, to make sex more powerful without strengthening our emotional ties to one another. Everything has been so exciting.” I gave a sigh of despair. “It was just what I wanted. And then you ruined it by asking me to marry you.”

“It’s not my fault,” Master protested. “If you had not been so docile, and so fucking pretty, and if you didn’t have the most beautiful arse of any woman in the world, I wouldn’t have fallen for you. Anyway if you think there’s no commitment in an S&M relationship, you haven’t been paying attention. Dave would die for his Fuckpuppet, and she would die for him. They’re good parents, too. And you remember that blonde being whipped by two black men at that party?”

“The sailors? How could I forget?” I asked.

“They’re identical twins,” Master said. “They fell for the same woman, and she fell for both of them and couldn’t choose between them. They decided which one she would marry by tossing a coin. I am not denying they are perverts, but there is a lot of love there, too. It is really tough for them,” Master added. “When they got together, both sets of parents were furious.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” I said.

“We are all human,” Master said. “Though sometimes you mightn’t think so when you’re standing in the middle of a fancy dress party looking at all those masks and gags and chains. But whenever you see a woman being led round the room by her nipples or a man having his scrotum stapled to a bench, you’re looking at a human being with parents, with opinions, ambitions, intelligence. You’re looking at a skilled worker, a managing director, a mother, a son, a human being who just wants to get on with his or her life. Outside the S&M world, Bernadette and her two men get trouble from just about everyone. One of the men, Luke, was assaulted and blinded in one eye. They think it was a racist attack rather than prejudice against sadomasochism, but you can never tell for certain about things like that. It’s hard enough to be born twisted, and difficult to love across race or class divides, but to find yourself in love with two people as well demands real courage. They had to move out of their house into a block of flats, the kind where nobody knows their neighbors. S&M parties are one of the few places the three of them can go together without people giving them strange looks, or picking a fight. When you’ve got a problem like they’ve got, the S&M scene can become your entire social life.”

“What a sad story,” I said. “And they seemed so happy.”

“They are,” Master replied. “And the rest of us bask in the glow of their happiness. But people are strange. Not everyone likes to see other people having a good time. Love and perversion strike wherever they want to. If you love somebody, or if you’re a born slave, then choice doesn’t come into it. Bernadette and her two men are happy together. And that ought to be enough.” “How come you know so much about them?” I asked.

“Bernadette is a dancer,” Master replied. “I used her in a pop video we made for one of my groups. We recognised one another from the parties we’ve been to, and got chatting between takes. She’s really nice. She says her men are so similar, it’s like being in love with only one person.”

“I expect it’s more tiring,” said I thoughtfully. “They’ve got wonderful bodies, all three of them.”

“Yes,” Master agreed. “I once saw them putting on a sandwich-fuck at a party. People having sex can look ridiculous, but they made a kind of black-and-white poetry. It looked wonderful.”

“I expect it was,” I mused. “All three are beautiful in their own way.” I sighed. “Imagine finding not just one master, but two.”

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The soft strains a piano wafted through the air as she busied herself. Chopin’s “Nocturne in B Flat Minor” hadn’t filled her bedroom in months. She sighed as she felt memories well up within her. Chopin had been her sole accompaniment many nights, but he had also serenaded her on evenings that had been more… social. She bent her lithe body down to touch a match to the wick of a candle, careful to keep her flowing hair from the flame.

Candlelight flickered throughout the room as the daylight began to fade through the pale curtains. Dust motes seemed suspended in the warm air. She drifted through them toward the terrace as she saw his car pull slowly to a stop outside of the house. Not waiting to see him emerge, she arranged herself on the bed, hands folded neatly in her lap and her back to the door. She imagined how the candlelight would look against her pale skin. Silky blue lingerie composed her outfit. Her body tingled with excitement as she heard the front door of the house creak slowly open.

She could track his movement by his footsteps. He paused after closing the door, no doubt a little surprised to hear their musical signal after its long period of disuse. His footfalls on the stairs were hushed as he forced himself to walk slowly. He paused again before the bedroom door and she smiled at his show of nonchalance.

He stepped into the bedroom and approached her with measured steps. Still facing away from him, she closed her eyes serenely. A band of silk encircled her eyes and he tied it snugly behind her head. She shivered maltepe escort as he leaned over her, his lips slowly and gently meeting her cheek. She breathed faster with the thought of what was to come.

His hands closed over her shoulders and traced down her bare arms. He drew them behind her one by one, and she could feel his excitement through his touch. He restrained her wrists with a pair of handcuffs and then removed his hands from her skin. The cool metal of the handcuffs made her lightheaded with desire. To be taken like this was a recurring fantasy for her.

His tongue flickered over the nape of her neck, causing her to gasp softly. Carefully he worked his way up to her earlobe, nibbling and kissing and arousing her still further. She began to moan as he took her earlobe into his mouth and bit gently. His hand caressed her face and she leaned her head to the side, capturing his index finger between her lips. She could feel him breathe faster as she swished her tongue around it.

He withdrew his finger from her mouth, kissing her deeply on the lips. She gave him a contented “Mmmm,” and he took the hint. As the music swirled around the lovers in the dimming light, she felt the head of his cock brush against her parted lips. For an instant they were both lost in the pleasure of supple skin against supple skin. She licked the underside of him, making him moan aloud. His noises of pleasure only increased as she took the head into her warm mouth.

She sucked in more of manavgat escort him, sliding her lips forward over the taught skin of his cock. Her tongue danced along the length of its shaft. She imagined what his face must look like, his eyes rolled back and his mouth open. She loved the feelings she could give him like this. She could feel his heartbeat through his skin and knew that she was responsible for its rapidity.

Part of her yearned to finish him like this. She knew he had other plans in mind, though, and her body called out for satisfaction as well. He forced himself to withdraw from the heaven of her mouth. She gave him a quick parting lick that very nearly sent him over the edge.

“Something new, love,” he murmured. For a moment she could only wonder what it would be as she sat on the bed, blindfolded and handcuffed.

He drew a finger down her nose and over her lips. She nibbled at the tip as he continued down to her chin. Then the unmistakable texture of a rubber ball gag filled her mouth. She opened wide to accept it and he fastened the strap behind her head.

Her hearing seemed more acute with her sigh restricted. She could plainly hear him gasp as he stood beheld her. She was dripping wet – he had never used a ball gag before and the novelty was wonderfully exciting.

He guided her kneeling body around so that it faced the wall and then pushed her down with a hand on her back. The silky sheets rubbed against her cheek and her bra. With a sudden movement şişli escort he ripped her panties over her pussy. She moaned and thrust her ass back to accept him.

His cock, already engorged from her wonderful oral sex, now slid easily into her exposed pussy. She let out a half-moan, half-scream around the ball gag as she felt him penetrate deep into her. She loved the restraints – with neither sight, speech, nor arm movement she was his to do with as he pleased. She spread her legs wider as he began to thrust into her.

Faster and faster his thrusts came until both of their bodies sang out in continual ecstasy. His hand found her clit and rubbed as he pounded his hips against hers. She thrashed beneath him, her cries of pleasure and lust only somewhat diminished by the gag between her teeth. His other hand found her long hair and pulled back, using it to draw his body into hers. Their rhythmic movements were a dance of passion.

She relished every sensation – the metal about her wrists, the sheets caressing her face as she moved, the shards of her panties hanging about her hips. When his palm met the skin of her ass she felt alive, moaning for more. Again and again he penetrated her. They swept each other toward the release of orgasm.

He caressed her clit with his fingers again, sending her spilling over the edge. With a scream she came around him. He slammed his cock deep into her as it erupted, flooding her with cum. Her inner muscles milked it from him hungrily.

Slowly they came down from the plateau of orgasm. He withdrew from her, his cum leaking out and down her legs. He reached over and unfastened her restraints, stretching out beside her and holding her.

The night came without either of them noticing. Sleep came without either of them speaking a word. They drifted off together amid the flickering of candlelight and the soft strains of a piano.

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