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My Life with Mistress VeronicaMy Life with Mistress VeronicaChapter I : A Sudden Change of RolesJanuary 4, Wednesday: It was raining hard, and I stayed inside my house watching an incredible bondage movie featuring a tall, beautiful, totally naked brunette whose hands were stretched so high above her head that her feet barely touched the carpet. The girl\’s breasts were perfectly exposed, round and shapely, not too big. And she was gagged, so all you could hear was her little moans and shrieks as the whip hit her. You could tell by the way the bound girl twisted and arched her body that she really enjoyed the attention she was getting. It wasn\’t her first time.The dominatrix aimed the whip perfectly, and it skated across the girl\’s breasts in alternation, making them bounce from the impact of the leather. The whipping lasted fifteen minutes. Believe me, I timed it on the DVD player. The dominatrix concentrated on the bound girl\’s breasts, methodically whipping right and left, back and forth, two lashes on the right breast, then two on the left. Then she would stop and caress the bound girl\’s breasts. But after this very brief interlude, she\’d step back and whip the girl some more She also whipped the girl\’s back, her ass, and her thighs in the same methodical way. I used the slow motion and freeze frame functions to study how the whip would slap into the bound girl\’s breasts so hard that the rosy flesh would bounce seductively. This sequence got me so excited that I took off for the Dungeon even though it was raining very hard. I knew just the submissive I wanted to tie up like that. What I didn\’t know was that my role would be harshly reversed, and I would soon be in the same position as the bound and helpless girl.At the Dungeon, I asked to see Veronica whom I remembered as a tall, beautiful, brunette submissive. She\’d been working at the Dungeon for a year and a half. I will always remember the first time I saw her because it made me feel the way Dante must have felt when he got his first glimpse of Beatrice. Veronica was walking in front of some lucky client, leading him to a dungeon. She was wearing black high heels, black stockings, garter belt, panties and a skimpy black bra that highlighted the curves of her breasts as well as her incredibly white skin. She was so beautiful, that after she had gone down the hall–where I imagined her client was already enjoying himself ordering her to strip and then tying her up–I went back to the front desk and asked for her name. “Veronica,” the receptionist replied. I said politely that I would wait as long as it took for the next available session with Veronica. She was a fantastic submissive at the Dungeon, and I had always enjoyed tying her up and gently using a crop and a flogger on her nipples and breasts while she moaned and twisted from side to side.But it had been nearly three months since I\’d had a session with Veronica and things had changed. On this rainy January day, when I inquired at the front desk, I was told “Veronica does mainly dominant sessions now.” I was stunned, as if someone had slapped me. Nevertheless, I very much desired to see her.In a few minutes, Mistress Veronica walked out, led me to a dungeon, and in a quick, businesslike interview, informed me that if I wanted a session with her I would have to accept that she was totally in control and she would decide what to do and when to do it. She would spank, whip, and clamp me just as she pleased. She was still as beautiful as ever, but there was a stern poise about her. It was as if the beautiful, pliant, submissive I had known had suddenly disappeared and been replaced by Veronica\’s twin sister.I hesitated and stalled. I felt like I was about to take off down an expert ski slope, with danger triangles all over it. But the more I looked at her, the more I knew I still wanted to be in the same room with this beautiful woman–even though she\’d be able to tie me up and punish me. I thought it was worth the risk.In a long dark room lit with candles and furnished with bondage equipment, Mistress Veronica told me to take off all my clothes and kneel . Soft piano music whispered on the CD player. I waited maybe five minutes, keeping my eyes closed most of the time, and wondering what she would do to me. When Mistress Veronica returned, she carefully put cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and then put a collar around my neck. Then, she told me to lie on her lap and spanked me little–quick sharp slaps on each cheek just to show she was definitely in charge. I had never ever been spanked before, except as a c***d, and this spanking, while not painful in itself, humiliated me..Next, Mistress Veronica told me to stand up and walked me over to a hoist. She tied my wrists to the cross bar, stood back, took a good look at me, then punched an electric switch in the wall. Instantly, I was pulled so high my feet left the ground. She let me dangle there and then ran her fingernails softly down my body, from my chest to my thighs. She would do it gently so it felt good, then slowly dig her nails in harder.Hanging there, I got a good chance to look at her, which she didn\’t seem to mind. Thigh high black boots, a cruel-looking black corset, and a black bra which I doubted the beautiful woman whom I now addressed as “Mistress” Veronica would ever remove for me again. She looked totally wrapped up in her work, as if I were no more that a target for her to practice on.The hoist wasn\’t working the way she wanted it to, so Mistress Veronica lowered me down, and took me to a long table with straps and winches at either end and told me to lie down on my back. She tied me to the four corners of the table, pulling the ropes tight. She let me lie there a while and slowly worked a flogger softly back and forth across my chest. It really felt good and helped me relax. I began to feel that this wasn\’t going to be so bad after all.Then, Mistress Veronica untied me and told me to kneel on the table, close to the edge facing her. She told me to take my cock, play with it, and hold it out to her. Suddenly, she hit it with a riding crop. She did this repeatedly, saying “Hold your cock out,” and when I did, she\’d whip it with the crop, sometimes soft, but sometimes hard and swift. I had to close my eyes for some of the strokes. I would hold out my cock, and she would whip it. Though it hurt, the whipping also felt good and made my cock get bigger. All this time I would look at her when I could. She was smiling, yet stern and very beautiful, obviously concentrating on the beating she was giving me. Her brown hair softly swayed as she snapped the crop toward my offered cock. She looked like she was really enjoying it. “Hold your cock out,” Mistress Veronica repeated, “Let me get a good shot at it.” She was hurting me, and I was enjoying it. In fact, it was like she was making love to me using the pain I let her unleash on me. But after one really hard stroke, I had to beg her to stop. I realized she\’d just been toying with me. She could have ended the session with one quick sharp savage stoke anytime she\’d wanted to. Instead, she\’d teased me, giving me soft and medium strokes with the crop so I\’d want it to continue.Then came the worst part……or the best part. Mistress Veronica told me to stand up on the floor by the table, so the back of my thighs and ass were pressed tightly against the frame of the table. She attached my wrist cuffs to a hoist above the table and pulled my arms until they were stretched loosely above my head. Then she took long thin clamps that looked like tweezers with a chain connecting them and fastened them right on my nipples. Not content with the pain these clamps inflicted, she attached additional little clamps right beside my nipples, two on each side. Then she went to the winch and hoisted my bound arms high above my head, so I could barely move. She came back to me and pulled at the clamps, slowly at first. But she didn\’t stop until I grunted like an a****l. She just looked at me and smiled. Next, she wrapped up my cock in rope and connected the nipple chain to the rope, cinching them together so they pulled on each other. She played with the ropes, pulling them. At first it felt great. I could feel myself starting to get an erection. But suddenly, she grabbed one of the clamps on my nipple and twisted it savagely. When I cried out, she twisted the nipple clamps again. She let me recover a moment, and then she yanked on the rope binding my cock. I loved her being so close, but she was really making me play for it. When Mistress Veronica went back to work on my chest, my nipples felt like they were being stabbed with pins.I have no idea how long she kept me like that. My life was measured out in short spasms of excited pain which Mistress Veronica inflicted on me. But, after a while she removed the clamps from my nipples. Being freed from the clamps was just as painful as being clamped in the first place. She retied the rope around my cock and balls, trussing-up my genitals even tighter than before. Next, she began attaching a different set of small clamps to my cock. I\’d been proud of myself for enduring the nipple punishment, but this was almost too much. The first two clamps were unbearably painful–it felt like she was stabbing my swollen and excited penis with a cigarette lighter– and I whispered, “Mistress…” She looked up impatiently and said, “Yes, slave, is there anything you want to say?” Her soft brown hair was close to my legs. She was very beautiful. Really, I felt almost blessed that such a beautiful woman was working so close to my cock. So I mentally resolved to take all the pain she was giving me, and I said, “No, nothing, mistress.” So I let her go on putting those vicious clamps on my cock–which, of course, wasn\’t really my cock anymore. It was her cock, and Mistress Veronica was working on me as if I were some laboratory project she had to finish for school. She put five or six clamps in a row, leading from the base of my cock near my balls towards the tip. This clamping was very painful, but after a few minutes I discovered that by relaxing and not fighting the pain I could stand it. It also helped that Mistress Veronica let me look at her. The more pain I could stand, the longer I would have the privilege of being with her.When Mistress Veronica was done clamping my cock, she ran her fingernails softly across my chest and asked me how I felt. “Wonderful, Mistress,” I replied. Then, she turned away and when she came back she was holding a flogger. She began whipping me across the chest, one or two soft strokes to get the range and then harder and harder. I could see her smiling and gritting her teeth as she whipped me. She aimed carefully, concentrating on making the whip slap and sk** across my chest. As her strokes got harder, I had to close my eyes. My nipples were throbbing. I had never been hurt this much in my life, and I was loving it. Then she stopped for a bit and selected a different whip. It was a short buggy whip with a great deal of flex in it. She used this on me with relentless accuracy, flicking at each of my already stinging nipples and making me wince and cry. My arms were still stretched straight above my head, and my legs were pinned to the frame of the table. My cock was tightly bound with rope, and a row of painful clamps hurt me each time I moved. There was no way I could escape from the beating she wanted to give me. Truthfully, I didn\’t want to escape. In fact, instead of flinching each time she hit me, I arched by chest so she got a better angle at me and the whip hurt more.Mistress Veronica stopped for a moment. She ran her fingers over my chest and said, “You\’ve taken a lot of pain, slave.” She stroked my nipples softly. She set down the buggy whip and picked up a flogger that looked like it had knots on the ends. “I just want to give you a few more strokes to remember me by,” she said and then pinched my nipples hard again. She smiled at me and hit me with the flogger really hard, left and right, going back and forth across my chest–the same way the poor bound and gagged girl had been whipped in the bondage movie. Sometimes Mistress Veronica would aim the whip so the knots of leather just grazed my nipples. Other times, she would slam the whip into my ribcage and let its thongs bite across my entire chest. I closed my eyes and saw flashes of violet light each time the whip hit me. It was like a wildviolent kiss. I loved it so much. I wanted the whipping to continue, but I realized that unless I begged Mistress Veronica to stop, I might have welts or marks the next day. Finally I begged for mercy.Nearly an hour had gone by and I felt exhausted and more sexually excited than I\’d been in my entire life. Mistress Veronica had whipped me, clamped, me, and punished me repeatedly. Best of all, I\’d loved it. She\’d made me want to take the punishment she dealt out. With embarrassment, I realized that all the times long ago when I\’d had the opportunity to tie up Veronica, I\’d been a clumsy ineffectual amateur. I knew I\’d never been able to make her feel the way she made me feel.After she\’d untied my cock and taken off the wicked clamps, Mistress Veronica led me back in front of a wooden throne and told me to kneel on a towel in front of her. She poured some baby oil in my right hand and told me to play with myself. When I looked up, she had taken off her bra, so I could see her exquisite breasts and nipples. Once upon a time, I\’d had the privilege of working on that peerless flesh, but I really had never been worthy of it. Now I would have to endure hours of pain just to get a glimpse of her breasts. As if to confirm my silent thoughts, Mistress Veronica put her fingers on my own chest and worked on my sore nipples some more, pulling and pinching them just enough to keep me excited. I looked up at her. She was indeed very beautiful. Even though she was wearing boots over her knees and a fancy black corset, my face was close to her bare thighs. I could look up and admire those fine breasts. I must confess that I hoped that her nipples were erect with pleasure at the carefully designed beating she\’d given me. I was ecstatic. A wonderfully beautiful woman had spent an hour punishing me in any way she wished. And I had adored being whipped and clamped and hurt by her. I tired to prevent my cock from getting too excited, but it was impossible. When I couldn\’t contain my pleasure any more, I kissed Mistress Veronica\’s leg and let myself cum on the towel I was kneeling on. At that moment, I vowed to myself that I would do whatever it took to be her slave.Chapter II : Don\’t Flinch”You\’re so sweet to me.” Mistress Veronica said, holding in her hands a small gift I\’d brought. She was wearing a simple white dress, just as she\’d come in from the street. I\’d watched its light fabric swing prettily as she\’d led me to the dungeon where we now talked. She radiated surprise and delight, like a young woman of sixteen whose boyfriend had just offered her flowers.Really, I felt just like a sixteen year old boy myself. My sessions with Mistress Veronica had created a glow which accompanied me each day. She was like an invisible angel who hovered beside me at all times. I had fantasies about accidentally meeting her at a museum, a book store, or a movie. I wanted to hear her talk about herself. To tell me stories about how she grew up. I wanted us to eat lunch together in a small restaurant so I could hear her tell me what her plans were, and what interested her. I was twice her age. But I had fallen in love with her. In selecting her present and giving it to her, I\’d been just as nervous as I\’d ever been calling up a girl and asking if we could go on a date. Would she say yes? Did she care about me at all? With foolish confidence, I had believed such soul-rending emotions were long dead in my heart. I was married. I had a career. I wasn\’t ever going to fall in love like that, again. And yet Mistress Veronica had awakened wild, tumultuous feelings of love within me.”How perfect,” Mistress Veronica said, as her graceful fingers neatly pulled off the gift wrapping. “It\’s a CD of Chopin \’Nocturnes.\'””I hoped you might like it. It\’s like the music you played at our first session.””I want you to read me the inscription you wrote on this card. “So, at her request, I read what it had taken me so long to formulate in words. As I read each phrase from the card, I would look up at her because I wanted my voice and the truth of the words I was saying to become real in her presence. I read, “All the emotions contained in Chopin\’s music: tenderness, rage, lyric sweetness, v******e, exquisite longing, despair, uncertainty, ecstatic fulfillment. You give me all these things in our moments together. I feel just like Chopin\’s music when you touch me. Thank you so much.””Thank you.” she said holding the CD in her hands and looking at me. “Now I want you to get undressed and wait for me.”While she was gone, I dimmed the lights, then knelt down, shifting my position in front of the mirrors until I thought I looked my best. It was really very vain of me. After all, when she had me tied up and was flogging me, I had no control over how I looked, and I must have looked horrible when she was really whipping me. Nevertheless, I wanted to look good when my mistress entered. By design, she kept me waiting, so I could anticipate the pleasure and the punishment which was coming. For these few minutes, I enjoyed being naked and unbound. Soon my Mistress would enter and she would elicit from me longings and feelings which I usually hadn\’t the courage to confront.When Mistress Veronica entered, shutting the door firmly behind her, I was naked and kneeling straight up, with my hands clasped behind my back, my legs slightly spread. She wore black high heels, fishnet stockings, and a loose-fitting black peignoir which she had untied in front so I could see her black bra. She let me enjoy looking at her for a while, and then walked around behind me. I watched her in the mirror. Without saying a word, she communicated to me that I should close my eyes. I did so. There was a pause. It was like waiting for a Chopin nocturne to begin. After a while, she placed her hands on my shoulders.”My beautiful slave,” she said.My eyes were still closed, and I could have cried when I heard her say it, “My beautiful slave.” That was exactly what I wanted to be.Mistress Veronica gently caressed my neck and shoulders with her hands massaging me so that I felt wonderfully relaxed. Still standing behind me, she traced her fingers down my chest and began softly stroking my nipples. I felt myself to be the most privileged and pampered man in the world. I was aware that my mistress enjoyed the power to whip and clamp these same areas of my body, but this imminent danger only made her sweet, almost reverent touch seem more special. I surrendered to her tenderness. And she repaid my surrender, slowly moving her hands down my chest in soft, undulating curves which sent ripples of pleasure across my body.Abruptly, she stopped and said, “Now, I\’m going to whip you.”Mistress Veronica said this matter-of-factly, as if she might have mentioned, “Now, I\’m going to do my nails.” She spoke without a trace of anger, with no hint of menace, no attempt to be intimidating, or even erotic. She had no need, as another woman might, of making severe punishment a leering threat. She merely announced that she was about to demonstrate her authority over my body.She ordered me to stand and walk over to the hoist and cross-bar. With rapid, sailor-like expertise, my mistress used several lengths of rope to bind and position my body until I was spread-eagled like a taut sheet of canvas. She spanked my ass with her hands. It was delightful at first, to feel her small hands, pounding on my backside and hear the sharp smack which they produced. I imagined little red silhouettes like gloves appearing each time she struck me. But soon my reveries were replaced by my grim need to concentrate on bearing the pain she was inflicting on me. The palms of her hands made my ass cheeks burn. She seemed tireless, striking right and left, then sometimes hitting one cheek several times in a row before going back to the other. I couldn\’t count. It hurt. I didn\’t want to disappoint her by asking her to stop, but with each smack of her hand, the burning sensation in my ass grew. Every time she hit me, it felt like a burning ember was being held to my ass. I took as much as I could and then asked her to stop.”What are you worrying about, slave?” Mistress Veronica said, “You were just beginning to get nicely pink.”She left me for a while, and in the mirror I saw her go to the rack where she kept her flogger. My chest was next. She came back in front of me and traced circles around my nipples with the end of her whip.”This is what you like best, isn\’t it?””Yes, Mistress. I love it when you whip my chest, especially my nipples.” It was true, but I was surprised I admitted it so quickly. It would truly hurt when she hit me, but I loved it.”Here\’s something that will make it more fun,” My mistress said, opening her hand and showing me four clothes pins. She grabbed the flesh on either side of my nipples and attached the clothes pins so they bit a lot of skin and held very securely.As soon as she stood back and began to strike me, I understood what she meant. The leather lashes of the flogger hurt when they hit my bare chest, but they hurt doubly when they struck both my flesh and the clothes pins anchored in my chest. I arched my chest and tried to give Mistress Veronica a good target, but the clothes pins hurt me a lot. With each slash of the whip, they pulled sharply at my nipples. I kept thrusting my chest out towards my mistress, hoping the whip would tear the clothes pins off and release me from all this pain. But when I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, I began to get frightened that neither set had budged. I usually enjoyed being whipped like this. I had been proud of the punishment I thought I could take. But now, I was in a new dimension of pain. My chest was bright red, even crimson. The color was so livid, I couldn\’t even see the hair on my chest. Mistress Veronica was smiling as she kept hitting me with her whip. After one more stroke, I heard myself grunt like an a****l as I tried to bear the pain.I closed my eyes, determined to take more strokes. Each time the flogger hit, it was like being sc****d with coarse sandpaper. A cascade of sweat ran down my spine. I thrashed about wildly as my Mistress hit me again.”Please, Mistress. Please stop,” I begged.”As you wish,” Mistress Veronica said, moving close to me and placing her hands on my chest.” But I\’m not through with your nipples .”She removed the clothes pins and caressed my nipples with her fingers. Leaning next to my chest, she blew on my nipples. I wanted her to lick them, but I knew she wouldn\’t. I could feel her hair sway against my body. I wished she would stay close enough so my sweat would wet her hair just a bit. I felt somehow it would repay me for all the pain I had endured. She\’d whipped me very hard, and yet my nipples still responded to her touch. Maybe this was my mistress\’ way of repaying me. As she kept caressing my nipples, I bent my head slightly and kissed the back of her head, enjoying the fragrance of her shampoo. I could feel the ends of her hair brushing my chest.She stood up and looked at me.”Mistress, you are so beautiful. I love it when you tie me up naked and beat me. It\’s like I\’m just a doll you play with.”Immediately I regretted what I\’d said. It was true. But I should have karşıyaka escort accepted her gift of tenderness to me in complete silence, or merely said “Thank you Mistress.” Without saying anything herself, she went back to her table and returned holding several lengths of silken cord and the by now familiar nipple clamps. She quickly leveraged the clamps onto my already swollen nipples. It felt like she was injecting them with Novocain. My nipples were hurt, excited, and numb all at the same time.Then Mistress Veronica knelt down and went to work on my penis. It was exciting to have her face so close to my cock as she tied and knotted the cord. From past experience, I both dreaded and longed for what I knew was about to happen next.She cinched the silken cord around the base of my cock and balls and knotted it tightly. Then, she separated each testicle with more loops of cord and secured my balls with more knots. Next, she looped and knotted the silken cord four times around the barrel of my cock, making a little rope corset, so that just the top inch and a half was exposed–the incredibly sensitive glans. My cock and balls had never looked better. For a moment, I felt like a king. But all the time I knew what was coming.With her left hand, Mistress Veronica held the unused length of the cord like the reins on a horse. She used it to pull my cock toward her. I was frightened and excited. A trickle of semen oozed from my organ.”I\’m going to whip you like the a****l you are,” she said.As if to taunt me, she had removed her peignoir and stripped down to her black bra, its thin, lacy cups concealing and revealing those breasts which I prized so dearly. Her shoulders and arms looked exquisitely graceful. And yet I knew, she was going to use her long beautiful right arm to whip my cock senseless. Mistress Veronica raised her crop casually, looking at my face and then down at my cock. She could be really nice with the crop, delivering soft or medium strokes which didn\’t really hurt and all. It was like having a beautiful woman wearing leather gloves help me masturbate. I looked at her with pleading in my eyes. I wanted her to give me gentle strokes with the crop. I longed for her to use the crop to get my cock even more excited. But I dared not ask out loud. My mouth was open. My body ached with fear and desire. I hung there bound and naked, absolutely at her mercy. She gently shook the leash on my cock as if to tell me she understood. There was plenty of slack in the line. But, then, without warning, Mistress Veronica started to slam the crop down suddenly. Involuntarily, I jerked my hips to let my cock escape her wrath. Then I realized that it had been a feint. She’d only pretended she was going to strike me that hard.”You flinched,” Mistress Veronica chided me, not acting in the least surprised.She held the crop in both hands and fingered the doubled flap of leather at its end in the most innocent manner. If she\’d been wearing an elegant pink dress she could have been posing for a Thomas Gainsborough full-length portrait of some heiress whose horse had just thrown a shoe.”Don\’t flinch, slave. I can\’t give you any nice strokes if you flinch.””Please, Mistress. Let me try again.” I begged. “I promise, I won\’t flinch.”I arched my hips toward her and closed my eyes, trying to relax as much as I could. I knew I could expect no mercy this time. I knew I had to surrender my cock to her, to stand there and let myself be as vulnerable as possible. I had talked about my cock really being “her cock.” Well, now I had to prove it.”Open your eyes, slave.””Mistress?””Open your eyes, and prove to me what a good slave you are.”I looked at her. “Whip my cock, Mistress. Whip my cock as hard as you like.””I intend to.”She tugged on my leash in order to position my cock more conveniently. Then, with a graceful forehand stroke, she struck the tip of my bound cock with the full impact of her crop. A bright electric arc of pain shot from my penis towards my anus and then raced up into my chest. An uncontrollable whimper of shock and outrage drooled from my mouth.”Oh, Mistress,” I cried out in agonized sobs.Quicker than I could think, she struck my cock one more time with the same devastating accuracy.”Please, Mistress.””Yes?””Mistress, that hurt so much. Please.””Please what?”I hung naked there before her, arms stretched over my head, nipple clamps and their accompanying chain decorating my bright red chest. My legs were spread wide and my ankles shacked to wooden posts. My cock felt numb because I couldn\’t really move it. But each time Mistress Veronica had struck, she had made me feel all the blinding spasms of pain she wanted me to feel. Maybe it really was her cock, after all. Stern and beautiful, my mistress stood before me holding her crop like it was a long stemmed rose. She had all the time in the world. And she was going to wait until I begged her to strike me again.”Please whip me again.” I said.And she did. Many times.Chapter III : IceMistress Veronica fastened the parachute around my balls so that my cock hung limp and unprotected. She suspended a three pound lead weight from the chain which looped down from the parachute. The weight and the parachute continually pulled at my balls. If I moved, the weight pulled harder. Then she circled the shaft of my cock with loops of cord, wrapping and tying each cincture with the precision of a surgeon. She wrapped the long ends of the cord around my waist so my cock pointed right at my navel Next, she attached small plastic clamps to the edge of my glans. It felt like she was slicing into me with razors. I gasped as she carefully pinched each wicked clamp into place. I knew it was my task to accept all the pain that these procedures caused, but when Mistress Veronica worked on my penis I was never quite sure I could bear the pain.But, to be honest, when she finished decorating my cock with the clamps, I was quite a work of art. The three-pound lead weight dangled heavily between my spread legs, attached to a ring which was connected to the parachute which steadily, relentlessly pulled downward on my balls. I was trussed up like a pendulum clock pointing at high noon. The tight rope binding my cock, squeezed it into a constant state of excitement, which was only tempered by the sharp stabbing pains caused by the tiny plastic clamps attached to my glans. I\’d I hadn\’t been securely tied to the hoist, I\’d probably have fallen down from exhaustion and exhilaration.Of course, Mistress Veronica was far from finished. She hadn\’t touched my chest–an error she soon remedied by stepping close to me, grabbing both my nipples in her fingers and twisting savagely.”Arrgh” I groaned.”Good slave. I thought you needed waking up. You seemed a little too philosophical, standing there staring at yourself in the mirror.”She had the riding crop tucked under her arm, and really, I envied its position next to her left breast. With her fingers still digging into my nipples, she looked at me and allowed me look at her.”Now I\’m going to give you some hard ones on your chest, slave.”Mistress Veronica calmly took a step backwards and held out her leather crop, then like a baseball pitcher exploding out of a stretch, she came at me sidearm. The crop smacked into my chest with a sweet, echoing thud. Again and again, she laid into my chest with the crop, using my nipples as her strike zone. Even worse, I couldn\’t predict whether she\’d hit my left or right nipple next. Every stroke was painful, yet exciting. With cold, calculating, barely-controlled v******e, she was whipping one of the most excitable and well-muscled parts of my body. As she continued her strokes, the flesh on my bright red chest tingled with pain and glowed with pride.When she paused, and I saw her relax her hold on the crop, I said “Thank you mistress.””You are welcome, slave. But I\’m not quite finished yet. Now for the flogger. Stick out your chest and give your mistress a good target.”With the flogger, she seemed to concentrate on striking me in the armpits, and then allowing the leather thongs to slice across my chest. The crop had delivered a sudden, surprising blow, but the flogger delivered a long rippling torrent of pain across my skin. Bright stripes of pain quickly appeared. I was afraid these would be welts the next morning, but so great was my delight in seeing her fury unleashed upon my body, that I allowed her to whip me again and again.”Good slave. I like it when you take your strokes properly.”Evidently, she was done whipping me for a while, because she untied my ankle straps then unhooked my wrists from the crossbar.”Walk slowly slave, you\’ve still got weight on your parachute.”She walked me over to a chair which she had covered with a towel. She told me to sit down and close my eyes. She arranged the parachute and the weight so there was a constant steady pull at my balls. Then I heard her leave the room.After being whipped with both the crop and the flogger, my chest felt like it had been barbecued. My nipples throbbed, I knew I\’d been whipped severely because my sweat stung me as it raced over the marks left my the flogger. But I was still excited. I\’d endured the beating Mistress Veronica had delivered. I hoped I had pleased and maybe even impressed her. And she was coming back to me in a moment. I could stay with her as long as I could stand the pain.I heard the door open and Mistress Veronica\’s quick steps stride back toward me.”Keep your eyes closed.” She repeated.Then she performed the most tenderly erotic act I was ever to receive. Evidently, she had a small cup full of ice, and she took a piece and used its exquisite coolness to trace the whip marks she\’d left on my chest. The pain in my chest seemed to melt into the ice. As she traced my wounds with the ice, it was like being kissed with her cool wet tongue. She had a soft towel in her other hand and every minute or so, she\’d gently touch my skin to absorb the sweat and melted ice. It was wonderful.This seemed to last a long time. There were plenty of welts on my chest which needed to be kissed with the numbing caress of the ice. Before I left, she took a Polaroid picture of my chest, from my collar to the beginning of my pubic hair. It showed all the brilliant red slashes. After a few days, when my marks had started to disappear, I looked at the picture and thought it very beautiful.Chapter IV : The Rendez-VousMistress Veronica informed me that on a certain Autumn afternoon she would be willing to meet me for a stroll through the botanical gardens surrounding a large estate. For several months I had begged her for this privilege, and I was grateful she had granted my request.We met near a small fountain. She looked exquisite–poised, relaxed, confident, slightly aloof, quietly powerful–like a work of art that makes everything around it seem a mere frame for its beauty . She wore a short, pleated, Scots plaid skirt in which black and red predominated. It swayed prettily with each step she took. Beneath a red hunting jacket fasted by a single button, she wore a sheer, lacy white camisole which covered the swell of her fine breasts. Her outfit was completed with black stockings and black boots which reached her knees.Although I had been seeing her for nearly a year, I knew almost nothing about her, except by analyzing the few guarded allusions she made to her private life. For example, I knew she was attending school, but I didn\’t know when she would graduate. Of course, the thought that she would one day graduate, leave and begin a new career terrified me. I would lose her forever.”Hello,” Mistress Veronica said with a soft almost conspiratorial glee, as I greeted her at the fountain. “Let\’s take this path here while we talk.””There are so many things I want to know about you.” I begged.”You will never know more than I want you to. I can guess what you want to her. Listen to me.”She then began to talk to me, not really answering my questions as much as following her own thoughts.”As a dominant, I enjoy the power and the control I have over men You leaned to be obedient very quickly, but some men take a long time. So, I enjoy punishing them until they learn to surrender to me. Of course, once they give in and learn to love the pain, I punish them even more, but by then they enjoy it.”Usually only men enjoy the privilege erotic v******e . But as a dominant, I claim that right. I am in total control. I can punish a man\’s cock as much as I want. It\’s surprising how much pain a man will endure if he thinks it will impress a woman. Of course, it doesn\’t impress me, but I do enjoy slamming my crop into a man\’s dick as hard as I like. And if a man wants to continue seeing me, he learns to accept such treatment. If he gets to like it too much, I ignore his cock and beat some other part of his pitiful body. You\’re a perfect example.”I organize the sessions in an almost musical way, alternating harsh whipping with quiet rope bondage. I can start with soft caresses and finish with sharp angry blows of the crop. It\’s hard work, especially re-arranging the ropes after a long session.”You first met me when I was a submissive. I learned a lot as a submissive. For instance, I learned I didn\’t want to be a submissive forever. I quickly apprenticed myself to a dominant and studied her work–the knots, the various types of whips, the use of clamps, wax, and weights. Above all, I perfected the attitude–calm, aloof, disdainful, full of unexpected tenderness and sudden savagery.”You might think where I work is a pretty expensive place, but we only get to keep half of what you pay and not every client tips. So I took a lot of pain in the beginning until I learned who to trust, who\’d be nice to me if I was nice to them. Who wasn\’t worth bothering with.”In one of my first sessions, I had this guy who whipped my bottom with everything in the room. It was the first session longer than a half hour that I\’d ever done. I didn\’t know how much I could take, but I wanted to make the extra money for a forty-five minute session.”God, I remember that,” I interrupted in spite of myself. “When I came in to have my session with you and I just touched your ass, it felt so hot that I didn\’t even want to think about how many times you\’d been spanked. I spent all my time addressing your breasts and thighs.””Really, slave. You were always very considerate. You know I liked you.””But some clients really tried to take advantage of you?””Sure. At first when I was a submissive, I had sessions with what you would call creeps. Guy\’s who\’d hog-tie me and then try to stick their cocks in my face. Guys who spanked, paddled, cropped, and whipped my ass until I couldn\’t tell my sweat from my tears. I\’ll never forget the first night I went home, looked in the mirror and saw the cheeks of my ass looked like a cheesecake decorated with strawberries and blueberries. Physically, it didn\’t hurt anymore. I\’d had four or five clients that day. So I couldn\’t even be sure which bastard had been responsible for the bruises. But I felt like someone had played a trick on me and I was determined to have the last laugh.We reached a turning in the path and passed beneath a row of tall cypress trees. Mistress Veronica continued:”But you were always very nice to me. Actually, even though I was supposedly a submissive, you let me practice on your own body quite a lot. After our first few sessions together, I enjoyed watching you get so frustrated when you were trying to dominate me. You couldn\’t spank me without wanting to kiss my pink ass. When you waltzed the flogger across my naked breasts, you really wanted to kiss them. As you lovingly attached clothes pins beside my nipples, I could see you wanted to lick me. You allowed your sexual desire for me to dominate you. There was nothing for you to do but surrender the whip to me.”In fact, I remember the exact session and moment when you reached a psychological turning point. I had you tied to the cross, straps around your wrists, arms, chest, stomach, thighs, legs, ankles. I was teasing your cock with the crop–a couple of soft strokes, then a hard one, just the way I know you like it. You were crazy with lust for me. I had you totally immobilized on the wheel and you kept looking at me and saying, “I\’m going to cum all over your tits. I\’m going to cum all over your tits.” There you were, totally helpless on the cross, your cock bright purple from the crop\’s strokes, and you were making these pitiable threats.”As I watched you, I understood that you\’d reached a point of total frustration. And, in fact, that was your last session with me until three months later when you returned and found out I\’m become exclusively dominant. Part of the reason I became a dominant is that I saw how many of my clients were paralyzed by their own lust for me. I knew that what they really wanted was for me to punish them as violently as they wished they could punish me. I was actually rescuing them by taking the whip out of their hands and using on their own bodies.We walked a little more. It was obvious Mistress Veronica felt no need to continue talking.”Mistress Veronica,” I said, “I\’m so grateful you shared your feelings with me like this. Thank you so much. Let me show you my favorite picture. It\’s right over there in the gallery on the other side of this pond.””We\’re not in a dungeon, slave. You don\’t have to be quite so obsequious. Of course I\’d like to see it.”She walked beside me. I heard her footsteps. I inhaled the aroma of her hair, her body. As my chest rubbed against the fabric of my shirt, I remembered all the times she\’d whipped me, and I felt glorious. No one else knew what she had done to me. How after she\’d whipped me for an hour, I\’d feel like a triumphant athlete.At last, we entered the galley, walked down a long corridor and I led her to a small “Fete Champetre” by Watteau.”Please tell me what you like about it.” Mistress Veronica asked.I stammered, ” I like the trees, the dark, hushed cypresses, the shadows on the lawn, the small group of lovers in party clothes. I love the white suited Pierrot playing his lute. I imagine you and I are there. I know you think I\’m selfishly sentimental. But I want to be that hopelessly in love Pierrot who thinks of you constantly and plays songs for you.”She looked at me quietly, with eyes into which I had often gazed when she was enjoying her full powers over my body and ecstatically punishing me–moments of complete surrender on my part, total control on hers. When our eyes met like this no matter how much pain she had inflicted on me, I acknowledged her absolute understanding and compassion.”You are my Pierrot,” Mistress Veronica said. “Trust me. You will always be my Pierrot.”Chapter V : BruisesIt was a familiar cycle. Bright, stinging red slashes evolved into purple shadows which after a day or two deepened to black and then faded to brownish yellow. Yet, they were always surprises, since they didn\’t appear until several hours, or even a day after they had been inflicted. And many times the worst beatings seemed to produce no marks at all.Once, a day after Mistress Veronica had enjoyed an especially vigorous workout on my ass, I was stunned and fascinated to notice two round circles on the cheeks of my ass which looked as if I\’d sat in a bucket of raspberries and boysenberries. A flushed bloom of purple and red in the most muscular part of my ass. There was a round three inch circle where the crop had struck punctuated by a deeper welt where the crop had struck at a slight angle so the edge dug in.When she used to flogger on my chest, the lash stripes were more prominent near my arm pits where the leather had wrapped around my torso. I loved them. They were symbols written my body\’s blood of the pleasure and pain I had endured, the attention I had enjoyed. They were souvenirs of the joy I had shared with my mistress.Yet, the bruises and welts also scared and shocked me. I worried someone would discover them and my secret life would be exposed. How could someone else understand the fascination I felt looking at these bright red stripes across my chest? Several times a day, I\’d visit the men\’s room pull up my shirt to examine in wonder and shock the lash marks on my chest as they slowly transformed through the rainbow of bruised colors.My mistress was expert in whipping all parts of my body. She especially excelled in whipping my cock. Many times when I hung from my bonds, exhausted after a long series of crop strokes, she\’d lovingly pick up her flogger, stare into my eyes patiently, and say, “I want you to take a little more for me.” Then she would flick my cock with the leather thongs of the flogger, making them strike like a cascade of hailstones on the already bruised and purple tip of my cock.For a week afterwards, every time I went to the bathroom and looked down at my cock, I\’d see 3-4 tiny clawed scratches where my mistress had let the whip do its work. I missed these marks when they healed.But, she was nothing if not full of surprises. One of the most terrifying experiences I ever had with her left no physical marks at all.Near the beginning of one session, she commanded me to stand with my back to one of the paired columns. She raised my arms above my head and fastened my wrist cuffs behind the pole. “Get comfortable,” she said. “You\’re going to be like this for a little while.” Then she bound my ankles, my legs just above the knee, my waist, and finished with additional loops of rope around my chest just under my armpits. I was lashed to the post like a caryatid.Then, in a move I always loved and dreaded, she selected a long double length of rope and began binding my cock and balls. When she had my genitals trussed up good and tight, she pulled the rope toward the other column and passed the rope through a ring. She pulled until I thought my cock would explode.”Mistress,” I cried.I was strapped to one pole, ropes stretched my cock and balls towards the other pole. Exposed and vulnerable, the tip of my cock jutted upward from the tight coils of rope she\’d knotted around my penis. If I tried to move my cock, the ropes pulled at my balls. I was totally at her mercy. I was afraid shed whip me savagely and I would damage myself severely if I tried to move.”You\’re very vulnerable like this, slave. Aren\’t you?””Yes,””Good. I like to see you afraid.”She set a towel on the floor beneath my cock and then came around behind me. Was the towel to catch any blood that fell? She stroked my chest with her hand. “Trust your mistress,” she said. Inevitably her caresses turned into pinching and she gave each of my nipples a cruel twist before leaving me.With a flint wick she lighted a green candle and let its flame quicken. She looked like one of those virgins in the paintings of George De La Tour, fascinated by a candle\’s flame. Then she began dripping the wax on the tip of my cock. Each drop burned. Yet Mistress Veronica seemed ready to let the treatment continue all afternoon. She smiled as the small fiery drops of painful wax dripped on the tip of my cock. I grunted with pain as each drop hit, and my mistress seemed to grow more excited as my pain mounted. She kept it up until it looked like I was wearing a green condom.”Very good, slave. I\’m proud of you.””Thank you, mistress.”Then she slowly began to peel off the wax using her fingernails. She took her time.Chapter VI : Blind Man\’s BuffMistress Veronica led me to a tiny chamber, ordered me to strip, and tied me to a cross. She blindfolded and gagged me.”This is a special gift for you,” She said. “I\’m going to let you eavesdrop on one of my sessions with another client. karşıyaka escort bayan My client won\’t know about it. I know I can trust you not to make a sound.”I nodded my head in agreement.”And just so you won\’t think I\’ve forgotten about you, I\’m going to decorate your body with some souvenirs.”She quickly d****d a parachute around my balls and anchored a lead weight to it. Then she ran her fingers over my chest and I knew she was going to clamp me. I waited.Suddenly, I felt her kiss my nipples, flicking her tongue over each of them. I moaned behind the gag.”I know, slave. You\’re welcome. Consider that payment in advance for what you\’ll suffer in the next hour.”Then she put a pair of clamps beside each of my nipples and left.After a while, I heard Mistress Veronica lead her client into the nearby dungeon. I heard them talk without being able to understand any words. The muffled sounds of her client\’s voice enraged me. What sorts of pleasures was he bargaining for?Then I heard their footsteps. I heard the creaking of the hoist. I heard the crack of the whip. I heard the client\’s moans. I felt like I was trapped in some cheap porno movie. I felt awful. What in the world had been in Mistress Veronica\’s mind when she condemned me to this? Bound and gagged, clamped, weights hanging from my balls, I felt ridiculous listening to someone else\’s clumsy fantasy.I heard Mistress Veronica scolding her client. More whipping. I heard screams. Louder than I ever screamed. Then I heard Mistress Veronica soothing her client. Then it was quiet for what seemed like a long while. I imagined the pleasure both were sharing. Suddenly, I heard the whip crack again and again. I heard the client shudder and groan as the whipping continued. I was glad she was beating him. Then I heard a distinct cry for “Mercy!” After that, I heard nothing else.A long time later, Mistress Veronica returned to me. She removed the weight and parachute and unfastened the clamps on my nipples. Then she took off my gag and blindfold.”Well, slave,” she said looking at me in the darkened chamber. “What did you think?””What are you trying to do to me mistress?” I asked.”You tell me, slave.””Are you trying to make me ashamed of my fantasies with you?””Are you ashamed?””Never!””Listen. You\’ve said you\’re curious about my life here. Well, I conduct three or four of these sessions a day. I see you once a week, or every other week, or once a month. I\’m responsible for lots of fantasies. What makes you think you\’re so special?”It\’s you. You make me feel special.” I stammered insane with jealousy and rage. “But did you make your client just now feel special too?””Of course.”I looked at her for a long time. She was wearing my favorite outfit. The black bra and tight black corset which made her skin seem to white. The boots which came over her knees. Her client had seen her like this too. Lusted for her. Wanted her to whip him. Do to him all the things she probably did to me. I was devastated.When I asked permission to leave without having a session with her, Mistress Veronica seemed unsurprised and granted my wish.Chapter VII : A VisionMistress Veronica walked over to a wooden chair with a large hole cut out of the center. I had noticed this strange-looking chair many times but had never understood the use of it. I was about to find out. She carefully folded a soft white towel over the front of it and beckoned to me.”Sit on the chair, slave.”I did as she commanded.With precision, care, and no sense of haste, Mistress Veronica selected several lengths of rope and expertly bound my ankles, knees, and thighs to the legs of the chair. Then she pulled my arms behind the back of the chair and, using the cuffs which were constantly on my wrists, she secured my hands also. This thrust my chest out towards her. Totally immobilized– I was both excited and apprehensive in this position. The way my cock lay on the white towel, it looked like a prime target for her whip or some other mischievous procedure which I hadn\’t even dreamt of yet.Mistress Veronica went back to her treasure chest of bondage equipment and returned with the leather parachute. She–dare I say it?– lovingly attached it above my balls and pulled them so that they sagged down through the large hole in the chair. Then she took a smaller chord and began wrapping my cock. This was always an exquisite sensation for me for as she wound, adjusted and knotted the chord around my cock, her hands and fingers inevitably touched my penis. Strapped there, helpless and totally ignorant of what was about to happen next, these businesslike caresses from my mistress, were wonderfully exciting. She tied six loops of chord around my cock, leaving just the purple tip exposed.She walked once more to her equipment chest and came back with a small lead weight and more chord. Now I thought I knew what to expect. She attached the lead weight to the parachute and my testicles felt a not unpleasant sensation of being pulled downward, as if my mistress had gently grasped my balls in her hand and were gently squeezing them. Then, while my scrotum sagged below the chair, my mistress tugged on the rope attached to my penis, stretching it so taut that it hurt. Now I understood the reason for the white towel, which served as an immaculate almost surgically clean bed, for my totally exposed cock. Because of the way my mistress had tied the chords, the tip was angled slightly upward–a perfect target for her whip.When Mistress Veronica had stretched my cock to her satisfaction, she pulled the rope over the edge of the chair and using a knot which allowed her to adjust the tension on the rope, quickly knotted it to one of the supporting struts of the chair. Then she went back to her treasure chest one more time. First she had immobilized by body. Now she had tied my cock exactly in the position she wanted it to be in. I was at her mercy.”Look at this, slave,” she said, as she returned with yet another lead weight which was much bigger than the one already dangling from my testicles. Mistress Veronica continued, “Men always like to brag about having balls of steel. This afternoon, you\’ll actually earn the right to boast that you have balls of lead.”She knelt before me. I felt her secure the weight, make sure that it was fast, and then gently lower the weight until I felt its full deadening force.”Aaaaaaaah, Mistress,” I gasped. The additional lead weight pulled horribly. It was like my balls were in some tug-of-war that I couldn\’t win. It was like a slow, constant, unrelenting kick. Nothing sharp and sudden which would disappear, but a deep, constant ache, from which there was no escape or release. I had to bear the pain.”You look very beautiful, slave,” Mistress Veronica said. “This chair in which I\’ve enthroned you confers magical powers on both you and me. Before our session is finished, you\’ll discover some of those powers.””Mistress, you have total power over me.””So you always tell me slave. And this afternoon I shall have proof.”She was wearing the thigh-high boots which I found so exciting and a lacy black slip which barely covered her fine ass. Beneath its material, I could see her T-strap panties. As always, my mistress had doubly concealed her breasts, for beneath her slip, she was wearing a black bra whose straps superbly set off her white shoulders. The bodice of her slip was decorated with black sequins and finely beaded tassels She always kept her body close to mine so I could enjoy, but never, ever touch her beautiful body. When I tore my eyes away from her shoulders and breasts, I saw that she was now holding her riding crop.”Shall we begin?””Yes, Mistress.”With the first slap of the crop I knew I was in for it. Usually, I enjoyed it when she used the riding crop on my chest. But now, each time she slapped its leather into my chest, my body shuddered slightly, making the weights on my balls pull with agonizing force.”Aaaaaaah, Mistress,” I moaned.”I like it when you say that, slave.”She walked around me, striking me almost casually, as if to slowly let the gravity of my situation sink in. Each time she struck, my body shuddered. And that shudder allowed the lead weights to yank at my scrotum. The crop slammed into my chest, my body shook, and the lead weights tugged at my balls. With each stroke of her crop, my testicles felt worse. After a few minutes, it felt like my balls were probably touching the floor.”Now that you\’ve had a chance to think a bit, slave, I want you to tell me one of your favorite memories of me.””Everything you do to me is a favorite memory, Mistress.””Very prettily said, slave. You see, how powerful this throne is. It\’s making you so polite.”She came a little closer and touched the tip of my cock with the crop. She waited for me to look up at her, and then, almost gleefully, she slammed the crop down on my helpless cock.”Aaaah,” My head jerked backwards with the force of the blow, and I saw purple and yellow stars exploding behind my closed eyes. The weights savagely gnawed at my balls.”You are my slave, aren\’t you?” Mistress Veronica said sweetly, again resting her crop on the exposed tip of my penis..”Yes, mistress. I am your slave.”She struck my cock again. Usually I could sense that she was in control of her own emotions. But right now I was terrified that she was getting carried away with her power over me.”I like whipping your cock this way.” she said with a delicious shiver of excitement in her voice. “Once, again, slave. Tell me one of your favorite memories of me.”Like Sheharizade, I realized I had to tell a good tale or risk death. In this case the certain death of my cock, which was already swollen bright purple.So I began. “Mistress, let me tell you about one time when you were a still quite a new submissive and I was together with you. I recall being in a dungeon with you, ordering you to strip off your panties and bra, so you were naked except for your four inch heels and the stockings which made your long legs so inviting. I kept on my underwear to partially conceal how excited you made me. Then I made you kneel on one of these tables and pose for me”Stretching her riding crop delicately towards my cock so that its tip nudged my bruised glans, Mistress Veronica said, “Remind me of that pose, slave.””Facing me, you spread your legs and cupped your arms behind your neck, like a calendar-girl pose. You were serenely beautiful and erotic, Mistress Veronica. As you knelt before me in that pose of total surrender, my eyes devoured your body: your thighs which I longed to cover with kisses, your cunt with its pubic hair shaved off so I could see your labia which I also longed to kiss. I adored your trim belly and the slight hint of your ribs. Your mouth-watering breasts with their large, already erect nipples drove me crazy. I worshipped your full sensual lips, your fiery eyes, and the brown hair which cascaded just to your shoulders and which you tussled on purpose with the hands you kept cupped behind your neck. “”You\’re doing well, slave,” she said, just tapping the tip of my penis with her crop.”You remember how much I loved your armpits. It would have been i*****l, I guess, but I always wanted to rub my cock under your arms.I felt her riding crop pressing harder on my glans as if in warning. Then, she tapped my cock a few times, as if to tell me to go on.”In those days, I could play with your nipples. I remember squeezing them a lot. Reverently and with great pleasure. I\’d caress your armpits and then use the fingers of both hands to pinch your nipples. You were totally open to me. Naked, exposed, luscious. I probably took turns squeezing your nipples and playing with myself.””Yes, slave. You did.” She stroked my bruised cock a little harder with her crop so that it bounced pitifully on the towel.”Then I would whip you, Mistress, forgive me. I would gently….how can I describe it?….I would sort of “feather” your breasts with the flogger. Just lightly dancing the soft leather over your breasts. It was a soft flogger , mistress. Not like the one you use on me, with those cruel red latex tips like shoelaces. Honestly. I never meant to hurt you. Only to get you a little excited. And to show my power over you.”So you\’ve been examining my flogger, slave, have you?” Mistress Veronica said.She went over to her treasure chest, and returned holding a pair of double clamps. Not the long thin ones she usually used on my nipples, but wide cruel clamps with serrated edges covered in black plastic. She attached one pair of clamps to my nipples and stretched the connecting chain until it reached the tip of my penis. Then, like a college student throwing herself into a vivisection experiment with no concern for the suffering a****l, she plunged the clamps right into the sensitive purple flesh of my glans. Not on the easily accessible edge, which would have been painful enough but right in the middle. It was like being circumcised all over again. As my mistress jabbed the clamps into my penis, I was sure blood would gush from the mouth of the serrated pincers.”Arrgh. Arrgh. Arrgh.” I panted like a woman in c***dbirth, and then I tried to evoke some sympathy. “Mistress, if you only knew how much that hurt.””Perhaps your cock isn\’t ready for my new toy, ” she said with a trace of sadness that stunned me. Well, another time.” She quickly attached the second set of clamps to my nipples. “Slave, please continue with your story.””We\’re just about near the end, Mistress. I would get more and more excited working over your breasts with the flogger and then the crop. Sometimes I would get so excited, I would have to stop. I\’d make you turn around and then spank your bottom.”Soon I couldn\’t stand it any more. You were so beautiful, so accepting. It seemed you would let me do almost anything to you. I spanked you as hard as I could. Until my hand hurt. And you never begged for mercy. Finally, I would dissolve in awe at the way you willingly surrendered to anything I wished to do to you.”I would order you to resume your calendar girl pose, and I would kiss your shoulders, as much of your breasts as you would allow, I would run my lips over your belly, I would kiss your thighs as high as you would let me. I didn\’t want to whip you I wanted to kiss you. I\’d give you the crop and ask you to use it on my cock. I\’d always ask for one hundred strokes. Not the hard slams you have the right to inflict on me now, but soft,, exciting, almost caressing strokes of the crop. I pretended to be really tough as I took the strokes of the crop, and you played along with me. As you used the crop on my cock, I\’d stare at your breasts and watch them quiver as you struck. When I got so excited I couldn\’t stand it anymore, I\’d spread a towel on the floor, kneel between your legs and play with myself. I never wanted it to end. I\’d kiss your thighs and your belly, and I would give voice to wild, extravagant, rhapsodies in praise of your beauty and my slavish devotion to you. I wanted to stay there, kissing your beautiful body and almost but not quite cumming. I was like a bee suffocating in the nectar of its favorite flower. But sooner or later, I\’d cross over that fine edge which kept me in or out of paradise, and then I\’d cum all over the towel. I loved it.””You tell a good story, slave.””Thank you, Mistress.””Now it\’s my turn.”Mistress Veronica untied my ankles, knees, thighs, and arms. Reminding me to be quite still, she unhooked the weighs from my balls. Then, as she removed the chords from my cock, I noticed how swollen and purple the tip of my penis was.She spread a white towel on the carpet, sat on a chair and ordered me to kneel before her.”Now you will be the calendar boy, slave.””Yes, mistress,” I said, as I knelt in front of her.”Hold out your cock and let me whip it.”I grabbed my cock, holding it so the top two inches were clearly vulnerable to my mistress\’s whip. I shook my cock so it would get bigger. I knew this would hurt, because my mistress almost never gave me “nice” strokes on my cock. But I was ready.Mistress Veronica looked at me with a happy, kind smile. “I enjoyed those sessions very much, slave. And I enjoyed your retelling of it. I\’m glad you remember.””Thank you mistress.””Now, I\’m going to give you something even more wonderful to remember.” She said, still smiling softly.”Yes, mistress.””You will take twenty stokes on your cock. Or should I say, my cock?”I was so astonished that the shock must have shown on my face. I looked up at Mistress Veronica unable to speak. Unable to repeat the preposterously high number. Twenty? She might as well have asked me to stick my penis into an electric pencil sharpener.”What\’s wrong, slave?”I looked at her, still unable to speak. Even though she was quite strict with me, I always felt that she knew how much I could take and calculated her treatment of me accordingly. But twenty strokes? Especially the kind of vicious painful blows my mistress delivered. Twenty strokes would be impossible. Five would sting and numb me. Ten would devastate me. Each stroke after ten would be sheer terror and agony. I\’d be a bloody stump by the time she finished with me. But something inside me wouldn\’t let me protest or beg for mercy.”Since I hear no objection, let\’s begin. Hold out your cock”I obeyed, holding out my cock to her and looking at her very beautiful face and body. I would try to obey.She slashed at my cock and hit it three times before I could even wince.”Oh, Mistress.” I moaned.”Hold out your cock.”She slammed me again. I was in absolute agony. I didn\’t know what was on the other end of my right hand. I thought I was holding my cock, but I couldn\’t feel anything, except when she whipped me. I looked down at my cock, just to see if it really was still there.What I saw scared me. The tip of my cock must have been swollen to twice its normal size. It was truly huge.”Have you been counting, slave? Or do we start over?””Five, Mistress.””Hold out your cock.”Again, I tried to look at her, and until she laid the first stroke on me I did manage to keep my eyes open. But, after the sixth stroke, I remember my eyes closing involuntarily as the pain flooded through my body. I remember holding my cock as if that was the only thing which kept it from being torn away by the whip.For the next strokes, Mistress Veronica fooled me by slapping at my cock sideways. Maybe she felt the top was too numb to give me anymore pain.”Eight,” I grunted with my eyes closed. Like a boxer, she slapped at my cock from the left, and the right, and then the left again. “Nine, Ten.””We\’re halfway there, slave. How do you feel?”I said, nothing. I had to endure ten more blows from the crop. Then I started to break down.”Mistress, please. You\’re killing me.””But you used to take one hundred. You said it in your story. I want you to take ten more so we can reach twenty. But if you feel incapable…” Mistress Veronica paused, “…..then you know what to say.” I realized she had been talking to give me a chance to recover. But my cock felt so banged up that I doubted it would do any good. I had to do as my mistress wished. So, I grasped my wounded cock in my right hand and held it out.”Good slave. Now, don\’t forget to count.””Eleven.” My cock was being crushed between two sharp rocks.”Twelve.” She was kicking the slit where I peed with a boot.”Thirteen.” She was shoving her four inch heels into my urethra like a leather catheter.”f******n.” A bloody fanged cobra was biting off the top of my cock.”Fifteen.” She was twisting my cock with a large pipe wrench.I gasped and slumped down to the floor.”Good,” Mistress Veronica said using just my name, and not calling me slave. “We\’re almost done. How do you want the last five? Really quick?””Mistress, I said, looking up at her. This is so hard.” I could feel muscles twitching and shuddering all over my body as my body were about to revolt from all the pain my penis had suffered.”I know you can do it.”I held out my cock, took one good look at my still radiantly beautiful mistress and closed my eyes.”Sixteen.” A hard, flat slam which numbed me.”s*******n.” She bashed the tip of my cock with the end of her crop which felt worse than a solid hit.”Eighteen.” She hit the left side of my cock as if she wanted to knock it out of the room.”Nineteen.” The crop seemed made not of leather but of steel. It felt like she was beating me with a rod.”Aaaaah. Aaaah. Aaaah. Twenty.” I whimpered as Mistress Veronica\’s final stinging stroke took its toll on my shuddering body.I looked up into her beautiful eyes and heard her say to me, “You took your strokes very well, slave. Now you shall have your reward.”Mistress Veronica came towards me carrying a small vial of baby oil. I held out my cruelly swollen cock, and she squeezed the baby oil on it.”Play with yourself, while I watch, slave. Just like old times.”I began. And looked at her as I always did because she was so beautiful.This session was to end as no other ever had or ever would again. While I played with my damaged, but surprisingly resilient cock, Mistress Veronica slowly stripped off all her clothes. Not lasciviously or teasingly. But with the same kind of generosity I remembered from the days she had been a submissive.”Go on, slave,” she said, stepping out of her black panties . “Enjoy your reward.” Then, she knelt in front of me in the same provocative pose I had described in my story. Legs spread wonderfully wide, arms stretched above her head, hands clasped behind her neck. Naked, open, totally trusting, totally surrendering her beauty to me for this moment.My mutilated cock came to life.”I want to see you come. I want to hear you come, slave.”I gazed at her, so lovely there before me, and her white beauty suddenly was transformed and she was Venus. Like that Botticelli where Venus is born out of the sea foam. Mistress Veronica was suddenly revealed to me as love, surrender, generosity, pain, suffering, triumph. It was a miraculous vision.I stared at her, unable to speak. There was no transcendent white light, no shrouds of mist, no swelling organ music. But I did enjoy the miracle of a vision kneeling there before her. She was Veronica and Venus. Through the pain she had guided me through, I had seen a wonderful truth.From a deep, hidden, sacred spring in my mind and body, the creative juices flowed and rushed throughout my being. My whole life was transformed by this experience. One of the easiest places for these jubilant forces to escape was to rush toward my bruised cock. Like water from a fountain, cum gurgled out in wonderful spurts and bursts. I felt holy. My mistress was so beautiful. My life would never be the same.I looked down at my cock, amazed at the evidence of my excitement, and when I looked up again at my mistress, the vision had vanished. Or perhaps I should say, the vision had been taken back inside her body. I had seen her transfigured. I would always see who she really was for me.”You have pleased me greatly,” Mistress Veronica said, still not calling me slave, as she usually did. “Now, I have to leave. But I will see you again.”Chapter VIII : Night Flight”Let me take your glasses. You won\’t need them.” Mistress Veronica said, holding out her hand. I immediately surrendered my lenses to her. Even though I was already naked, this made me feel even more vulnerable and more excited.Mistress Veronica picked up a blindfold, calmly walked behind me and fastened it securely. I had never felt so totally helpless in my life. This wasn\’t like a scarf you could peer from underneath. The blindfold made it blackest midnight for me. I couldn\’t see anything. From now on, I would perceive the world only through escort karşıyaka my mistress\’ commands and desires.Mistress Veronica fastened the cuffs behind my back, and then attached a short chain between my ankle cuffs. At the beginning of the session she had bound my cock and balls in a very uncomfortable position, almost as if she wanted to make them look ridiculous. I now felt her attach a leash to the cord around my trussed up balls. She tugged at the reins playfully, as if I were a horse.”Let me see you walk, slave,” she said, leading me in a circle. I heard the chains jingle. It was not an unpleasant sound.”We\’re going to go on a little trip, slave,” Mistress Veronica said, ” I want you to walk at your own pace. There\’s no hurry.”And so this night flight, this exquisitely magical journey began. The most surprising aspect of my experience is how totally dependent I became on Mistress Veronica\’s voice. I had previously thought that being blindfolded was a deprivation; it meant that I would no longer be allowed to look at my mistress\’ erotic costume, which revealed her supple thighs, the curve of her breasts, her bewitching, inviting ass. But within a few moments I realized how wrong I had been. Being blindfolded conferred on me the ecstasy of total surrender. I depended on Mistress Veronica\’s voice and the gentle tug of the leash for everything. I had to concentrate on her voice totally, and as Mistress Veronica spoke to me in a soft, kind, helpful voice, I felt that she was lavishing all her attention on me The world shrank to just the two of us. I was totally her slave, and she was my guide, my leader, my world. She was my mistress. As I listened to the jingle of my chains and followed my mistress\’ voice, I was in heaven.”You don\’t have to walk so fast,” Mistress Veronica cautioned. I won\’t pull your leash.” I had been shuffling along as if I were in a race, half afraid she\’d yank on the leash and hurt my balls.We turned several corners. Then I heard music and other voices. It was an eerie and wondrous experience for me. “Mistress,” I said, “I could follow you like this forever.””Thank you. Now, be careful, there\’s a step up here,” Mistress Veronica said. “Can you feel it?”I lifted my leg and felt the step, but the chains prevented me from actually reaching the top of the step.”Just a minute, I\’ll have to unchain your ankles.” Mistress Veronica said. I was grateful for her consideration and care. She was just moments away from giving me the whipping of a lifetime and yet she was concerned about my tripping on the step. I was touched by this indication of her tenderness for me.When I was on top of the step, Mistress Veronica positioned me so my back was against the cool wood of a column. She stretched my hands high above my head and linked them to either side of what I now guessed was a whipping post on a stage platform. When my wrists were secure, she ran her hands seductively down my chest, my stomach, my hips, my thighs and legs until she reached my feet. Every inch of my captive body came alive with her touch.She fastened my ankles to either side of the post and then stepped away from me in silence. I could imagine what would come next, but my mistress was in no hurry. She loosened the cords around my cock and balls and I was just about to thank her, when she began attaching horribly sharp clamps or clothespins. My blindfold made them doubly sinister. I could feel them going in along the shaft of my cock–reaching toward its tip. Mistress Veronica had a penchant for using clamps all around and on top of the purple glans, and I dreaded how creative she might get with these toys of hers. She attached the clamps as if she were playing tick tack toe on my helpless cock. I didn\’t know where the next one would be placed, but I knew there wasn\’t much room left Then, in a moment of unbelievable pain, she used a clamp right on the tip of my penis, as if she wanted to clamp the slit where I peed totally shut. It hurt so much I wanted to scream.”Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Mistress,” I whimpered, ashamed at how easily she had made me feel weak and powerless..”I guess I\’d better give you something else to think about,” Mistress Veronica said matter-of-factly. It was incredible. A few moments ago she had been so concerned about me that she had unchained my ankles so I could stretch my legs enough to mount the stage. But now, that solicitous tender mistress had been replaced by a strict disciplinarian, who had clamped my cock shut without a moment\’s compunction. What would she do to me next?I heard her soft footsteps, and a few moments later I felt her dangle the leather of her flogger across my chest. She brushed it across my nipples, under my arms and over each shoulder. My cock was still in tremendous pain.She obviously was in no hurry and wanted me to enjoy anticipating what was to come next. When she stopped and stepped away, there was a moment of delicious silence. My cock throbbed, and I waited in dread.”Uuunnngh!” I grunted as she slapped her flogger into my left side. She was right about one thing. I totally forgot about the clamps on my cock as soon as the whip hit.”Uuunngh! Uunngh!” I gasped as Mistress Veronica hit me again and again.”Ooooouuuch, Oh. Oh!” I groaned and panted as the leather hit me like a fist full of nails. She coaxed different sounds out of me depending on where and how hard she hit me. I felt as if every thong of her whip was having an orgy on my body. But, I loved the pain and felt flattered by the concentration I knew Mistress Veronica must be devoting to her task. I hoped she was receiving as much pleasure as I was from the whipping. As I hung there, waiting for the next whip stroke to come out of the black night, I realized that she could do anything she wanted to me and I would love it.Blindfolded, strapped to the whipping post, I was living what most men only fantasize about. Mistress Veronica whipped my torso harder than ever before, striking at me from armpit to armpit, lashing my rib cage and slashing at my chest. As she struck me with the long leather thongs of the flogger, explosions of bright yellow and purple flashed behind my blindfolded eyes making stars in the heaven of my pain. I grunted and shuddered with pleasure”That\’s right, slave, arch your back and show me how much you really want this ,” Mistress Veronica said. Her next strokes were even harder.This whipping lasted perhaps five minutes, but it unveiled to me an eternity of bliss. I was tied to the post, in total darkness, and my mistress was violently caressing me with her whip. I groaned and shivered as she struck me, but I never contemplated begging for mercy. I loved it.She continued to lash my left side, and then focused on my right side, sometimes striking high near my shoulder, at other times attacking my armpit. Just when I thought I could anticipate where the whip would strike, Mistress Veronica would fool me and hit me right in the center of my chest or down lower on my stomach. She was also extremely good at flicking the whip so it just bit my nipples. I couldn\’t count the strokes, but each lash was more precious to me than any kiss I have ever received..When it seemed to be over, I waited, my body stinging with pain. Sometimes, my mistress allowed me to rest for a few moments and then began working on me again. But this time, when the pause lengthened and I sensed that she was indeed finished with me, I gave voice to the grateful praise which had been welling up inside me during this whipping.I almost sang, “Mistress, I adore you.””Thank you, slave,” my Mistress replied, “I\’m glad you appreciate what I\’ve done for you.She let me stand there, glowing with pain. That whipping was better than any sex I have ever had or hope to have. Naked, bruised, blindfolded, tied to the whipping post, I was absolutely ecstatic. Mistress Veronica\’s whip had licked and bit me with her tongue and teeth. She\’d made love to my body with her whip, and the welts she\’d raised were the signs of her love for me.”You see,” she whispered close to my ear as she was releasing the clamps from my penis, “Just as I predicted, you forgot all about these clamps on your poor little cock.”She untied me from the post, and quickly applied a pair of slender but severe nipple-clamps. She attached a leash to the chain between the clamps, and we continued our journey into the night. Now she pulled harder than she had at the beginning of our journey. I could hear a Mozart serenade coming from a CD player. Another woman greeted Mistress Veronica who then asked her to look at how red her slave\’s chest was becoming. Mistress Veronica pulled on the leash attached to my nipples and said, “Look at this slave\’s erect nipples.” Being shown off like this to another dominatrix made me feel very proud of being Mistress Veronica\’s slave.All this time I was still blindfolded. It felt as if I were flying beside my mistress through a brilliantly dark night and visiting a magic world of the sweetest pain imaginable. Eventually, the journey had to end, and my mistress led me, like a well-exercised horse, back to the stable from which we\’d started.••••••••••••••Later in that same session, Mistress Veronica spread several towels on the floor beneath the hoist and asked me to kneel down. She never really gave orders. She didn\’t have to. She knew I wanted to instantly obey her slightest wish. But placing the towels on the floor was another example of how tenderly she cared for me. She was about to whip me severely, but she didn\’t want my knees to be in any pain.She put suspension cuffs on my wrists, tied them to the cross bar and hoisted it just above my head. Next, she used a spreader bar to keep my legs wide apart. To show me the usefulness of the spreader bar, she stood behind me and swung her flogger between my legs so that its leather tips hit my balls. I shuddered at the stroke which had been so light yet so devastating. She did it again to emphasize her point. Then, she came back around in front of me, so I could enjoy looking at her. She let me look as she worked the winch that hoisted my arms high above my head. I was helpless and vulnerable again–stretched and slung between two pillars like a game a****l about to be skinned . My already bruised chest as well as my cock and balls would be easy targets for Mistress Veronica\’s whip.She sat on a chair just in front of me, crossed her legs and went to work on my cock with her riding crop, slapping my dangling penis like it was a punching bag. As she flicked the crop, her shoulder straps seductively slipped down her arm. I grew excited, despite the pain. Gradually her strokes got harder, until I winced both at the pain and the sharp noise the crop made as it hit. She swung at my cock from the left and the right so that my swelling and battered penis swayed back and forth with each blow. Changing direction, she struck downward with amused and almost playful force. My cock bounced up and down from the impact. She knew she had me and she was enjoying it.”It\’s such a pretty cock,” Mistress Veronica said. “I like it when it\’s nice and red. Look at how big it\’s getting.”She wasn\’t exaggerating. I was always amazed at how big my cock got when she whipped it with the crop. It seemed twice as thick as usual and glowed a deep, dark sensual purple. I couldn\’t move, and she enjoyed striking my cock, seeing it bounce, and hearing me groan. I could have begged for mercy, but I did not. Painful as it was, I was enjoying the way she used her crop on my penis.I saw a mischievous smile light up her face, then she struck me again, angling the crop so it cruelly slashed the side of my cock. This was much more painful than a direct hit.After a while, Mistress Veronica set down her crop and picked up her flogger. She pushed the chair away and stood a little off to my left side. Extending her long beautiful right arm behind her, she looked at me with calm, beautiful very concentrated eyes–like an archer about to launch an arrow. Then, she slashed her whip into my torso. The leather hissed and bit, sk**ding across my chest like little razors. She came at me forehand and backhand, with undiminished strength. Perhaps feeling some pity for the punishment she had inflicted on my left side, she moved to my right side and began again, slashing and cutting. I grunted with surprise and pain when each stroke hit. No matter how much I wanted the whip, I was always shocked at how much it hurt when my mistress really let loose on me.This was the second whipping in the same session and I knew my chest would probably be marked with red and purple welts for a few days. But I was entranced as I watched my mistress whip me. It was as if she were performing a savagely erotic dance just for me. She always stood very close to me when she whipped me, and I drank in the wonder of her black lingerie, the whiteness of her long arm as she aimed the whip at my chest and the fierce look of concentration of her face. I loved the careful way she positioned herself for each stroke, and I adored the way she would look at me when I groaned after a particularly hard stroke as if my pain was the only sort of thanks she needed.I enjoyed and endured it all. Every stroke drenched me with the sweetest pain.”Thank you, Mistress Veronica.””Thank you, slave. You took your whipping very well.”She quickly untied my hands and freed my ankles from the spreader bar. Then she gave me a bit of baby oil and told me to play with myself. Standing close enough to me so that I could have kissed her had I been foolish enough to dare , she pulled her slip and bra down so I could see her shapely white breasts with their large, excited nipples.”This is your reward, slave,” Mistress Veronica said seeing how my eyes devoured her luscious body. She reached out and pinched my nipples between her fingers in the way she knew I liked best. Deliriously happy, I looked up at her, staring deeply into her passionate eyes, gazing at her naked shoulders and breasts. My nipples were tightly locked in her hands, and she squeezed them voluptuously. They were throbbing with pain. To be honest, at that moment, I would rather have had my mistress tormenting my two nipples, than have had my cock inside her pussy.”Cum for me, slave,” Mistress Veronica said. “Show me how much you liked being whipped.Chapter IX : The Lost Good-byeI had called on Monday to confirm my usual Thursday appointment with Mistress Veronica. The receptionist had been friendly, vivacious.”It\’s easy to see you\’re really hooked,” she said.”Yes.” I said, although “hooked” seemed a very mild term for the total possession in which I was held.”Mistress Veronica is very good at what she does.” I agreed.I had trouble restraining my praise. But I knew a slave wasn\’t supposed to blabber. I held onto the phone, thinking about the pleasures that awaited me in only three more days. The earth had to rotate three times on its axis, and I would again be in the presence of Mistress Veronica.The earth kept turning. I worked, ate, slept, talked to friends. The prospect of an hour with Mistress Veronica always made me want to be extra kind, as if I saw a sunny day behind the clouds that shrouded everyone else\’s life. When Thursday afternoon arrived, I wrapped the gift I wished to present to her. It was a first edition of her favorite book. I played the Chopin we always shared, and then got on the freeway. The miles passed in a pleasant delirium of anticipation.I parked my car, checked that the gift was still in my brief case, got out, locked the door, and walked perhaps twenty-five steps to the door. I opened it, smiled at the receptionist and signed my name.”I\’m here to see Mistress Veronica,” I said, needlessly.”Oh. I\’m sorry,” She said, sounding genuinely concerned. Veronica doesn\’t work here anymore.””What?””Veronica doesn\’t work here anymore.”I felt devastated. It was like that first day long ago when I\’d arrived expecting to spend an hour toying with a docile, submissive Veronica and found out she\’d been transformed into a dominant. Only this was a severe shock.”Mistress Veronica is gone?””Yes. Really, I\’m so sorry. She just called up two days ago and said she was quitting.””Isn\’t there anyway I could call her? You know how long I\’ve been coming here…” I begged. And then I had a sudden inspiration. “Say, you\’re not k**ding me? This isn\’t some joke Mistress Veronica worked up with you, is it?””I\’m afraid it\’s not a joke. I know how devoted you were to her. And she said nice things about you, too. But she\’s gone. I can\’t tell you any more.”She waited for this to sink in, and then she went on, “If you\’d like to sit down, I\’ll ask one of the girls to come and talk with you. Someone who knew Mistress Veronica. Maybe that would help. “I sat down and slumped into a soft couch, numb. My mind was absolutely blank. I couldn\’t believe that Mistress Veronica was gone. I couldn\’t believe that I\’d never, never see her again. I had to find her. My whole world revolved around her. I heard footsteps, smelled perfume and then someone sat down next to me.”Hi, I\’m Christine. I was friends with Veronica. Would you like to talk about her with me? We could go into a dungeon where it would be more private.”I followed Christine, who I realized had in fact been one of the women Mistress Veronica had invited into our sessions. Numb as I was, I wasn\’t blind to her sexy appearance. She had pale, straw colored hair and a tremendous figure. Beneath the lacy, skin-tight dress, I knew the nipples on both her succulent breasts were pierced with large rings.I stopped in the hall and asked, “Could we talk in the Roissy?””Veronica\’s old dungeon? Sure, if you really want to”We went in and sat down. Without Mistress Veronica\’s magic presence. Without her infinitely patient arrangement of equipment, without being able to see her moving from corner to corner like an acolyte in a black corset, lighting candles, the room seemed utterly foreign.I looked at Christine and felt ashamed that she was so easily arousing my lust. Mistress Veronica had been torn away from me. I had persuaded myself that I was her devoted slave. And yet, a few minutes with an alluring blond and I wanted her. Maybe Mistress Veronica had wanted it that way. What had she treated me like this?”I\’m sure you understand how I feel,” I began. “I loved Mistress Veronica so much. She kept me near ecstasy in our sessions. I loved it when she whipped me.”Christine let me go on for a while, then leaning over toward me so that I could appreciate her breasts even more, she laid her hand on my thigh and looked up at me.”I can help you,” she said. “You\’re a handsome man. I remember liking you that time Veronica invited me into your session. I\’m a switch. You can order me to strip naked, tie me up and whip me if it makes you feel better. You can treat me the way she treated you. Or I can be dominant. I\’m not saying I could ever replace Veronica. But you might enjoy talking about her while I punished you.”The offer was very tempting. Christine\’s dress hardly covered her excellent white thighs. And I could see the contour of her large nipple rings beneath the tight, plunging bodice of her dress. I felt angry, desolate, bitter, humiliated. I had created a whole world of beautiful, poetic fantasies around my relationship with Mistress Veronica. And now she was gone. I wanted Mistress Veronica so badly. Why had she done this to me? And I\’d so much wanted to give her the first edition of her favorite book.But Mistress Veronica was gone. No one could tell me where she was. I recalled seeing other clients trying to pry into the home lives of the women who worked here. And I\’d seen the steel wall of privacy that the staff slammed down in front of them.Christine rubbed her hand on my thigh, right next to my crotch. She saw me looking at her breasts. “Maybe you\’ve got a right to get even with her,” she said encouragingly. “We could have fun. You could pretend I\’m Veronica and punish me.” Then she paused, to emphasize what she said next. “I like breast bondage. You could tie up my breasts. I bet you never did that with Veronica.”I looked at Christine, my mouth getting drier, my body aching to possess her. Part of me wanted to do just what she suggested. I\’d have loved stripping her and getting at those breasts.But I decided not to.”I\’m sorry Christine,” I said. “I don\’t think I\’d be much fun right now. I think I\’ll just drive around a bit. I need to be alone with my thoughts.””Sure,” Christine said,” still moving her hand on my thigh. “Right now, you\’re hurt. You want to be faithful to your Mistress. But remember, I can take you wherever you want to go.””Thanks,” I said and got up to leave. I didn\’t wait for Christine. I just kept walking, mumbling good-bye to the receptionist and shoving open the heavy front door.Then, half way to my car, I realized I\’d forgotten my brief case and I had to go back. Christine was standing in the front hall. I got another good look at her. She was exceptionally fine looking.”My brief case?” I asked.”Here,” Christine said, “I carried it out for you. What\’s your rush? “”Thanks, Christine. I know I must seem like a jerk, but I just can\’t stay right now.”Somebody else walked in the door. Christine\’s attention immediately shifted to him and I left.I left for good. I got in my car, just as I had after so many triumphant, fulfilling sessions with Mistress Veronica. I started the engine and pushed the tape player to hear the Chopin we\’d shared during so many happy times together. At first, I thought I couldn\’t stand it, but it was fine. The music was the only friend I needed now. I remembered the exquisite emotions Mistress Veronica had been able to evoke within me. I drove carefully, because my eyes were full of joyful tears which made seeing hard.Like the ice Mistress Veronica had once used to cool the whip marks she\’d slashed on my chest, Chopin\’s nocturnes soothed me. I had pretended to be her slave, but I had really only enslaved myself. I sensed that maybe Veronica had wanted set me free from myself. In my imagination, I could have her, and the world I\’d created with her, forever. She\’d whipped herself into my body and my mind. Sure I could go back and have a session with Christine. Start the whole cycle over again. I could throw Veronica away, replace her with Christine. Or I could move on. Like Dante, after he\’d seen Beatrice, I could use my miraculous life with Veronica as the start of a whole new chapter of my life.That night I went to a concert of guitar music. Sitting four rows in front of me was a young woman who looked so like Veronica that I felt like a sword had passed through my heart and I\’d seen another vision. This woman was with a handsome young man whose brown hair was decades away from turning gray. As I listened to the passionate music of Granados\’ “Tango,” I lovingly studied the woman\’s face, and I saw with relief that it was not so fine as Veronica\’s. It hadn\’t her charm or her glowing beauty or the wisdom she\’d gained from controlling so many men . But I understood. This woman, like Veronica, had a right to her own life. She was happy. In love. Veronica had that right, too. I had to let go. And if I let go just right, Veronica would stay in my imagination forever. Where I really needed her. Only in that way would my life with Veronica never end.The PresentationI was blindfolded and gagged. Mistress Veronica had invited another dominant into the room, but never mentioned her name. I could feel them both standing next to me as I hung there spread-eagled from the hoist and cross-bar. Though I couldn\’t see, I felt that both of them were close to me. One on either side.”You are to behave exactly as you do with me” Mistress Veronica said. As she talked, two hands touched my chest. I recognized my Mistress fingers instantly, but the other hand was I could feel the finger nails”I know that you will be a good slave.”

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Fighting It Out pt-2My life changed the day after my sister Princess Hanna, my sister is known to me as now. After I cleaned up my piss Princess Hanna had me set on the floor at her feet. I could not set still my ass was on fire. I had no idea how I was going to make it through school tomorrow?”Bitch! Stop moving are.” “Yes Princess Hanna…” She snapped her fingers and I looked right at her. All she did was laugh. I started to cry again, just balling my eyes out. Princess Hanna was no longer my sister she did own me. I wanted to runaway to my room, hide and never come out.”Did you enjoy your drink bitch?” I nodded to humiliated to answer. I still tasted my piss, I wanted to beg Princess Hanna to allow me to rinse my mouth out. After what she had just done? I was not going to ask for anything. In a little while I’ll talk with Mom, she’ll fix this! Princess Hanna is going to regret this!!!”Bitch. My feet are sweaty lick them.” I just stared at her feet, so perfect each nail trimed and buffed. I watch kastamonu escort every pair of feet that walked by me. Summer was the best time. Barefeet and sandels, I would spot the dirty spots, toe jam. All of the dirt and stink that they held. I want to crawl on all fours 24/7 lick feet.Princess Hanna’s feet were before me and I was ordered to lick and clean them. I could feel my cock push against my shorts. I wanted to jerkoff as I lapped her toes. As my tongue touched them, I wreatched! Princess Hanna’s feet looked nice, she had not watched them in a long time. I almost puked as I lapped her feet. The taste and stink drove me nuts. I lapped! Sliding my tongue between her toes. Toe jam stuck to my tongue and I swallowed it whole.”Thank You Princess Hanna! Thank You for making me a bitch!!!” I lost my mind in Princess Hanna’s feet. Forgot who she was, I just knew I was a slave bitch. “You are a fucking, loser bitch. And you are goign to suffer more theen you have any idea you ever kastamonu escort bayan could. I am going to use you bitch pass you around, make money selling your bitch pussy.” I looked up from Princess Hanna’s toes with lust in my soul. She saw it in my eyes. Princess Hanna laughed for five minutes.”And bitch not now for the rest of your life!!!” Fear overcame my lust. I had never seen a smile so evil, so vicious! Princess Hanna spoke after a few minutes. “Yes bitch I am not, NOT going to work a day in my life. You being my bitch and slave. Everything you do from now on is for my pleasure and my profit. Never forget it bitch!!!””Yewwss Pwwinccessst Hhaannda.” She slowly took one foot out of my mouth. Spit huge in the air, i caught it like a dog catching a bone. “Good bitch. Bark for me.” “WOOF!” She laughed “No you stupid little doggy. No..No.. You are a little pussy dog. Small and useless. Come on sweety. Barkie, warkie.” I got on all four close to the floor. I saw my spit with escort kastamonu a tiny bit of toe jam in it, I lapped it up arf..arf.. All but silent.”Good bitch.. Fetch!” Smoething flew across the room and I chaseing it Grabbing it. I gagged as it filled my mouth! Choking! Vial, putried, stinking thing! I look at the floor. Princes Hanna tossed a part of old used panties soaked from her period! The stink over powered me and I gagged and cried!Princess Hanna’s foot crushed my face into her sick panties! “Fetch you BITCH!” I ate them again. I crawled behind her to the couch sweating, choking, holding back vomit with each step! Prrincess hanna pointed to the floor. I dropped her sick panties. I tried to spit, only spent blood came out. Princess Hanna picked up her panties, pulled them over my head. The stench, wet blood overpowered me. Princess hanna slapped me to the floor! Stood over me. “Do not remove them until I tell you. Understand bitch?” If this was the beginning of Princess Hanna breaking me, I did not want to think of what is going to happen next. “Yes Princess Hanna…” She walked away laughing and making up a song about her bitch slave. I cried and felt her used panties dry, the stench got worse and begain to sink into my mind and face.(More to come)

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My Wife SarahMy wife Sarah is one of the sexiest women I know. She has always kept herself in great shape and loves sex. I have had a hard time keeping up with her sex drive. I really enjoy showing Sarah off and she has never seemed to mind. Dressing her up in little dresses minus and under garments was something we do while away from home. Sarah becomes almost insatiable away from home so I love vactions. They can be a weekend trip and by weeks end, I am sore and tired, and typically my balls are completely empty! Life is good, lately however, I have had this desire to not only show her off, but, I want to share her. In our fantasy world as we make love, we often fantasize about bringing in another man to take care of her. I bought a nice thick dildo for her, and I will fuck her with it as she tells me how much she wants to be taken care of. Typically, I use a buddy Dave as the fantasy man. She has flirted with Dave for years and is somewhat attracted to him, so it is an easy visual for the both of us. I began talking to her about bringing in another man even after sex, sometimes in just ordinary conversation, I will work the conversation towards sex and then bringing Dave home for a little visit. I would tease her, I kow you won’t mind..will you…I think she was comfortable enough to know I wouldn’t actually do it, so she always played along. She would tell me, she was lying on our bed, naked, her toy in her pussy, dreaming about Dave and I both taking care of her needs when I got home. It would always make me nice and hard, rubbing as I drove home. I began to notice that when our conversations were centered on sex with Dave, Sarah would get so nice and hot, her pussy would literally be dripping by the time i would get home. Teasing her some more I would say …has Dave already been here? She would say…wouldn’t you like to know? Still there just seemed no way to me she would ever let me invite another person.And then this past month all that changed :-), Sarah and I went out to karaman escort dinner to relax after a very stressful week. We headed to our favorite restaurant, for a nice quiet dinner. Sarah was dressed in a nice conservative dress, it was kind of full at the bottom and clung to her hips just right. She rarely wears nylons and tonight was no different. As we were driving to the restaurant, i reached over and began to slide her dress up, she laughed and said “aren’t you the nasty one?” I told her I could be…continuing to run my hand up her thighs, i found her panties, pushing slightly against her pussy, I could feel her wetness beginning. She is so easy to arouse, tonight was no different. I asked her if she would remove her panties for the night, she said if that’s what you want…no problem and she promptly slid them off. She felt so nice and slick as i continued to rub her. Unfortunately it didn’t take long to get there. I parked, walked over to her side, opened her door and watched as her dress rode up her legs, exposing her nicely trimed pussy if anyone besides me was looking. The thought brought a smile to my face and a really nice quiver in my crotch, she looked so good to me. I wish I could say dinner was very erotic and I got to play and show, but, it was just a nice simple meal, fairly uneventful , except for the nasty chatter. I kept telling her, I was going to give Dave a call, I just know I will need his help tonight. She blew me away when she said…go ahead, I’m game! I got hard instantly, picturing this in my mind. Not taking her seriously, I continued to press her and tease her. As dinner was coming to an end, I asked what now? She said…did you call Dave? I said are you serious? she said if that is what you want, I wouldn’t mind. My mind was at this point spinning, I was afraid she was still teasing and on the other hand I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. So I decided to make the call to Dave. Fortunately, he was home, I asked him if wanted to hand escort karaman out tonight, he said anything in particular? I said yeah, and I am sure it will be worth your while. He said, what’s up? Now Dave and I had talked about Srah over the years, he knew what she was like in bed and knew how much I wanted to share her, he had the same fantasies about Sarah. Which always made for interesting times together, because I would know what he was thinking about. Anyway, as I told him about the evening so far, he said…I’ll be right there!I returned to Sarah and said Dave is on his way over, she asked me if I was sure I wanted this. I said more than anything! You know, I still wasn’t entirely sure she was serious, but in my mind! it couldn’t be more real! I again played with her on the way home, she was completely drenched and she just about came, before we got home. We beat Dave to our house, and I asked Sarah to change into something a little sexier. She said like what? I suggested a nice short sundress,and heels nothing more. She agreed and left, coming back out in about five minutes. OMG was all I could say, you look amazing! She smiled and asked if our guest had arrived, just about that time the door bell rang. I sent her to answer the door, as Dave entered Sarah, grabbed him, gave him a deep kiss and said come on in.Dave walked in said you weren’t k**ding were you, I said nope…she is all yours, I am here for the ride :-). oh my, his hands were all over her in a split second. I watched as he raised her skirt, rubbed her bare ass, and cupped her cheeks in his hands, she pressed her body against his cock, grinding her stomach against him. It was so hot, and I was so hard I hurt. They continued to make out and slowly he pulled her dress off of her, here was my wife standing completely naked infront of my friend, his hands were between her thighs and she was spreading her legs open to give him better access, eventually she broke their embrace, sliding down his chest, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down freeing his rock hard cock. She immediately took his cock in her mouth and started to suck his cock…he was archiing his back as she continued to suck and rub him. I was absolutely mezmerized by the scene that was unfolding. He gently pulled her head up to again return his kisses. He lifted her off the floor and moved her towards the sofa. Lying her back onto the sofa, her legs spread, his cock pressing against her pussy, she pressed down on him, letting him enter her for the first time…she let out a huge cry as she continued to ride his cock..and he pressed into her..harder and harder, faster and faster. And then, I could hear as he came deep inside of her, I could see his and her cum coating his cock, and running down her ass. She came in a huge spasm, letting out a huge scream and then she relaxed. Dave continued to pump for a bit and then he pulled out of her, you could hear an audible pop as he left her. They collasped together into each others arms. She then looked over at me, smiled and said, “are you ready”. You have got be k**ding I said, I drove my cock deep inside her pussy, it was so wet, so slick, so warm and oh my did she feel good! I came within a couple of minutes. Shae laid there legs spread wide, cum dripping from her pussy. She said aren’t you going to clean me up? I dove again between her legs, licking every drop of all three of our juices, my god it was so tastey to me. Sarah came again and again as I licked her clean. Dave was now hard again and wanted a second turn. We thought it best to retire to our bedroom and bed, where Dave fucked her good and hard again. We all fel asleep Sarah in my arms and Dave snuggled against her back. When I woke in the morning, Dave’s hand was between her legs again. We ended up spending the next two days together in sexual bliss. Sarah was the center of our attention and was thoroughly fucked and sucked. We hope to get together again and again. Sarah said it was wonderful and wonder out loud why she had resisted so long! I am in heaven thinking about my little wife and our new found freedom!More to come if you like! thanks for reading!

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First Lesbian – The BetMy husband is the one who got me started. Though I would never admit to anyone other than my husband that I read these stories and that they excite me, I never dreamed that I would be writing one.Truthfully the only reason that this whole thing happened and I am now documenting it, is because of my loosing a bet with my husband.Without giving too much of myself away, I will tell you that I have been with my husband for 24 years, I am 48 years old, and we have 2 grown sons, 18 and 20 years old.Now back to what started all of this. My husband and I had purchased tickets to see “Phantom Of The Opera”, so we drove the 4 hours to San Francisco and checked into a hotel making this a little mini vacation.We showered and dressed, with me getting to wear my new black dress and heels, and of course my husband getting to choose what I would wear underneath. I actually enjoyed putting on the black garter stockings and the sexy black see thru panties and bra knowing that these things excited him.I also enjoyed the feel of the sexy undergarments as I hardly ever dressed up, what with working all the time on our ranch in the valley.Well after a wonderful dinner and the most beautiful play I have ever seen in my life we drove back to our hotel.Walking through the lobby we heard music coming from the bar and as I love to dance my husband suggested we go inside and check it out.Well this is where our bet came about. Before sitting down in the bar I had to go to the bathroom. As I came out and walked up to my husband he leaned down and kissed me, saying how beautiful and sexy I was.He has told me this before and I love it when he says it, but in my whole life I have never felt beautiful and sexy.I smiled and said something about being glad that he thought so. He knew exactly what I meant because we have had this conversation before. He quickly assured me that most men would agree with him.Looking around the bar at all the beautiful young women with tight pants or short skirts, I gave him that “yeah right”, look. He was totally serious in trying to make his point. He was so serious that he offered up a bet.He claimed that if I went and sat up at the bar by myself, within five minutes I would have someone trying to pick up on me. I laughed at that, claiming it would probably be some drunk, sleazy, old guy just trying to get laid. Now he took it even further, saying that it had to be a good looking young guy.Now my curiosity was up, and I jokingly asked what I would be winning in this bet. He simply asked what I wanted.I do barrel racing during rodeo season, but in order for me to be very competitive I needed a better horse. I found a great horse for sale, but it was a bit pricey. My husband had said that we shouldn’t be spending that much money on a hobby. I knew he was right but I wanted that horse.Knowing that this would end this bet business I told him I wanted the horse. He really surprised me when he just looked at me and asked what he would get if he won. My mistake was asking him what he wanted. He told me if he won I would have to do anything he asked when it came to sex for the rest of the trip.That was only tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night as we would be leaving for home the day after tomorrow. I quickly consented still not thinking that he was really serious.It wasn’t until he started going over the details of the bet that I knew he was very serious.He told me that I was to go and sit at the bar and he would sit at the end of the bar so I would feel safe. He said I couldn’t be mean to anyone who came up unless they were rude or obnoxious. The bet was that within five minutes if a younger man with decent looks didn’t come up and buy me a drink I would win the horse.If he won I was to do what ever he wanted sexually the rest of the trip. At this point I began to remember some of the fantasies my husband had told me about. Some were great for getting me excited because they were so nasty, but not something I would do myself.My next thought was of that beautiful horse, so knowing I could win, I accepted the bet.I walked through the entrance without my husband and headed to the bar. My first clue that I could be in trouble came as I passed a table with three college age guys. They all looked up at me as I passed, but when I looked the other way I could see their reflections in the bar mirror. I must admit that I actually felt a bit of excitement at seeing these boys with their eyes glued to my rear while I walked past their table.As I sat down between two empty stools I saw my husband come in and sit at the end of the bar as planned. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw him looking down at his watch, keeping track of the time.At that moment two of the college guys got up and came over to where I was sitting. They both sat down one on either side of me. They weren’t drunk, ugly, or old, but I could tell right away that they wanted to get laid.The one on my left while looking down at my wedding ring asked me how my husband could let his beautiful wife come to a bar all by herself. I told him that my husband had not felt very well and had gone up to our room to lay down and that I had come to the bar for one drink before going up to bed.I thought I had the bet won when the boy on my right asked if I wanted to dance. I quickly accepted knowing I would be gone longer than the time remaining in the bet.Just as I stood up the bartender came over and the boy to my left threw down some money and ordered three Long Island ice teas.Damn, I had lost the bet. I couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated at the boy who had bought the drinks, but that quickly passed as I was being pulled out on to the dance floor by a complete stranger.The music was loud and the dance floor was crowded with young bodies. There wasn’t much room to move but we did our best. Someone was rubbing up against my butt so I turned to move away when I saw this very pretty young girl who was just letting loose on the dance floor. She sweetly smiled and so I went back to dancing with the boy.The next thing I know, she is rubbing up against my butt again. I’m not sure why, maybe because of the bet, or the sexy clothes, or the attention I was getting but I was beginning to get excited from this girl rubbing her cute little butt up against mine.This time I didn’t move away. I was enjoying the feeling and I knew that no one could see anything going on below the waist with the dance floor being so full, and dark, so I just rubbed my butt right back.The boy I was dancing with was one of those types who really got into himself while dancing. It was as if he were doing a show, and everyone around was supposed to be looking. There have always been these karabük escort kinds of guys around even when I was a young girl, and they had always turned me off.As I was watching this k** strut his stuff for me I suddenly felt a hand on my ass. When I turned my head I came face to face with the young girl. I have to admit that she was very pretty and all natural. No makeup, or hair sprays, just a natural beauty.She again smiled while we both just kept on dancing. This was something that had never happened to me before. I have had guys try to get a feel when I was younger, but never another girl. I became warm all over with excitement as I moved my rear against her hand.Suddenly her hand pulled away, so I again turned to see where she was. Her dance partner had turned her around and had formed himself into her body from behind while they did this very nasty looking grind to the music. While doing this move they both began to bend their knees, moving into this squatting position which was kind of hard being that the floor was so crowded.I had turned back to my partner when I suddenly felt one of the girl’s hands slide up the inside of my leg and brush across the see thru crotch of my panties. The realization that this girl had just touched my panty covered pussy immediately made me wet with desire.I again turned my head to look at her, and saw that they were still grinding together but had stood up. Catching my eyes, she slid her hand up her body over her breast and up to her mouth. At this point she smiled again then began to lick the finger, which I assumed was the one that had just touched between my legs. I must say this was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life, and I could now feel my juices start to seep into my sheer panties.I didn’t know what to do. I had never in my life had a woman try to even come on to me let alone do what this girl just did. I had never even thought about being with another woman. Not until now.I began to remember certain stories that I had read on the Internet and my mind started to wonder. What would it feel like to kiss another woman? How would it feel to touch another woman? Could I actually bring myself to let my lips and tongue explore a woman’s body, and what would it taste like? I was getting extremely aroused and curious.The music changed and went into this wonderful Latin conga beat. The next thing I knew my partner had fallen into the conga line that was forming and pulled me up with him.With my hands on his waist I fell into step. Someone grabbed my waist from behind and pressed their body up next to mine. From the feel of the breasts pressed into my back I knew it was the girl. When I looked back, we both smiled now, which must have given her even more encouragement.The line began to twist and turn while everyone hung on trying not to break the connection. As the line began going through the darkest side of the dance floor I felt the girl slide her hand from my waist around to my stomach then up over my breast. I felt her gently pinch my hardened nipple.As the line danced out of the corner she brought her hand back down to my waist and my nipple ached for the return of those wonderful fingers.The line wound around some more and then the beat changed again. At this point everyone separated back into partners and I told the guy I was dancing with that I needed a rest.We started squeezing our way through the dancing bodies, but I made sure to pass right next to the girl. As I was going by I nervously let my hand glide across her heart shaped rear.She was wearing a short silky summer dress and when I touched her I swear she had nothing on underneath. The material of the dress was so thin that I could tell there were no panties, only skin.As I stepped off the dance floor I felt my whole body heat up with excitement as it hit me what I had just done. I could feel my nipples standing out trying to push their way through the thin material of my bra and dress.We went back to the bar and the boy who had stayed behind immediately handed me the drink that he had bought and I guzzled it down trying to quench the fire that was burning inside me.As I set down the glass, my husband came walking up which was a relief because I wasn’t sure how to get out of the situation with the two guys.I immediately introduced him as my husband which was a bit awkward because I didn’t even know the names of the two college boys. After thanking the guys for the dance and drink we went off to find a table. We found a little booth off in a corner, which a couple had just left so we grabbed it.As I sat down my husband scooted in next to me and pulled me close. When I turned to look at him, he leaned in and began to kiss me in a way that made me burn red with embarrassment at kissing like this in public.As he was kissing me he took my hand and placed it between his legs. I was shocked to find him hard as a rock. I could feel the heat coming through his slacks. Did just one kiss arouse him that quick?Then it hit me, and I burned even hotter with embarrassment. He must have seen what had happened on the dance floor, even though I had felt positive that no one would notice.My embarrassment now turned to excitement at the thought of my husband knowing about the play between myself, and the young girl.I squeezed his hard cock through the material of his pants as our kissing continued. I felt his hand touch the inside of my thigh and begin traveling upward. My legs slowly opened with the desire to be touched in my most intimate spot knowing that people were all around us.As he ran his fingers through my panty covered lips I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure around my husband’s sensuous tongue. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth to my ear and whispered that he couldn’t believe how wet I was.I could only moan in pleasure as he pushed the sheer panties between the lips of my pussy hitting my swollen sensitive clit. All I wanted to do now was to drag my husband up to the room and make love, but his next comment took me by surprise.He said that I must have really liked the boy I was dancing with in order to get so aroused. He then asked what the boy had done to get me so excited. Now I knew what had gotten him so hard. It was his favorite fantasy involving a husband and wife with one or more strangers.I had admitted that some of the stories that we had read together on the net did get me excited but I could never really do something like that. Now with the evidence at his fingertips how could I explain what it was that really got me so aroused.With his fingers still stroking through the wetness between my legs he reminded me of the terms of the bet which I had just lost. Before he could karabük escort bayan go any further I leaned in and while rubbing his hard cock, told him all about what had happened on the dance floor with the girl.I knew that this was also one of his fantasies and as I told the part about her fondling my nipple I swear his cock grew another inch.The telling of the girl touching me and my husband’s fingers now had me so hot that I didn’t care if we were in public or not. I needed to cum.I closed my eyes and leaned against my husband’s shoulder as visions of the girl danced through my mind.What took me over the edge was when I began to imagine that it was the girl who had her fingers rubbing my clit.I grabbed the girl’s hand as my hips pushed up to meet her beautiful probing fingers. I could feel my whole body tense as wave after wave of pleasure shook me to the core.If it wasn’t for the fact that my mouth was buried into her shoulder, I know I would have screamed out in pleasure.As my orgasm came to an end my clit became so sensitive that I had to pull the girl’s fingers away. At that moment of total bliss she kissed me. As her mouth closed over mine I could feel her tongue gently searching, then finding mine as they entwined like two lovers in a moment of passion.As the kiss ended I opened my eyes and smiled at my wonderful husband. I couldn’t believe how aroused I still was even after having one of the best orgasms of my life.I began to push my husband out of the booth telling him we should go upstairs and finish what we had started, but he just smiled saying that he had a better idea.Suddenly I remembered the bet and curiously wondered what my husband’s dirty mind was coming up with.A waitress came by and we ordered two drinks. I really liked the tea drink that I had so that’s what we ordered. I was just now starting to feel the affects of the first drink that I had guzzled down.As the waitress left to get our drinks my husband turned to me and kissed me again. He was obviously very aroused by everything that had happened so far tonight.My husband now wanted to see which girl had been feeling me up on the dance floor so he suggested that we go dance so that I could point her out.Just then the waitress came back with our drinks and as my husband was reaching for his money she told us that the drinks were compliments of the couple at the bar.Leaning out of our booth to look in the direction of the bar we saw the couple who had been on the dance floor. The girl smiled so sensuously at me that I felt myself blush as if she knew all of my most intimate secrets. My husband waved for them to join us so they left the bar and slid into the empty bench across from us.Introductions were made and I now knew her as Amber and her husband as Andrew. We all began conversation about where we lived and what we did for a living. The whole time I could feel the heat beginning to burn between my legs as I would sometimes make eye contact with Amber and she would smile, making my body tingle all over.When we were on the dance floor before, I really hadn’t paid much attention to Andrew, but looking at him now I saw that he was very attractive. They both appeared to be in their mid to late twenties.They lived about 45 minutes south of San Francisco. We also learned that they came up to the city quite often. They told us that they loved the lifestyle here, but I really wouldn’t know what that meant until later.As I finished my second drink I needed to go to the bathroom. When I excused myself, Amber said she needed to go also. As we neared the bathroom that was just outside the bar, Amber slipped her arm through mine and told me that there was a better bathroom because this one was always too crowded.When we passed I could see that she was right as there was a small line of girls waiting to go in. Amber walked me through the lobby and past the elevators. We went down a set of stairs which led us to a hall with meeting rooms on either side.Being that it was late at night the rooms were all closed and the hallway was empty. Finally we came upon the women’s bathroom. As we went in, my heart was beating so hard and fast that I was sure Amber could hear. The palms of my hands felt moist, but not as wet as I felt between my legs.Before I could go into one of the stalls, Amber turned me around to face her. Her eyes were so alluring as she looked at me, then leaning in she brought her lips to mine.The touch of her lips seemed to drain all of my doubts and fears. I felt weak as her lips softly moved upon mine. I had no choice but to put my arms around her waist, as I surely would have collapsed when I felt her lips gently open and her tongue slide sensuously into my mouth.Kissing another woman was so different from a man. The only way to describe it is soft, gentle, and erotic. My whole body was tingling as our mouths made love. When I felt the tingling move down between my legs I was reminded that I needed to use the toilet.I pulled away from Amber’s hungry tongue and quickly stated that I needed to pee. I rushed into the stall and pulled my panties down just in time as the stream nearly exploded into the toilet. I swear the two drinks must have run straight through me.When I had finished I reached for the tissue and discovered that the roll was empty. Totally embarrassed I had no choice but to ask for Amber to help me out of this predicament.I heard her go into the stall next to mine and pull off some tissue. I was waiting for her to hand it to me under the wall when she suddenly opened the door and stepped in.I looked up in complete surprise as Amber knelt on the floor in front of me and eased my knees apart saying that she wanted to help.It happened so fast that I couldn’t even respond until I felt her swipe the tissue from my rear up between my lips and then across my clit. The second she hit my clit I felt my body shudder with pleasure completely out of my control.Amber folded the tissue in half and began a second swipe only this time much slower. When she hit my clit again I couldn’t stop my hips from arching up in pleasure.Looking up at me with lust in her eyes Amber dropped the tissue and brought her hands around to my ass and gently ran them down my thighs and grasped my panties. She slid them past my knees off one foot and then the other.I watched as this beautiful girl leaned in and gently kissed my inner thigh. I felt her mouth open and her tongue began to trace small circles as her lips moved softly up my thigh.As she moved higher she was slowly pushing my knees apart. I had never really considered having sex with another woman but now here I was in one of the most erotic situations of my life and there escort karabük was no way that I was about to stop it.As Amber neared my pussy I felt her softly blow on my clit and I could wait no longer. I put my hands to the back of her head and pulled her in. As soon as I felt her tongue my hips arched in pleasure as I ground into her searching mouth.She flicked her tongue back and forth across my clit as she began to ease two fingers up into my pussy. As soon as she had them as deep as they would go I came. I have never really been very vocal during sex but tonight I could not keep the moans from escaping as I arched in orgasm.My whole body was trembling as I pulled her mouth even tighter to my throbbing clit. I had no thoughts except of pure unadulterated pleasures. Wave after wave shook my body as Amber never let go of my clit.As my orgasm began to slow, Amber pulled her fingers from inside my pussy and gently began to lick everywhere except my too sensitive clit.Being a woman she knew exactly how to prolong my pleasure with her sexy lips and tongue. I was in heaven as she slid her tongue as far as it could go, sucking up all my hot juices.When I felt Amber pull her tongue away I looked down to see this beautiful angel smiling up at me. As she got up off the floor I was again pulled into another sensuous kiss but this time I could taste my own orgasm all over her tongue.While I was still sitting there with my panties down around my ankles, Amber broke our kiss and slowly stood up. I was mesmerized by her beautiful blue eyes looking down at me as she began to pull up the front of her dress.She moved herself over me as she spread her legs wide so that she now straddled my naked thighs. As if they had a will of their own, my hands moved to her legs and began to caress the backs of her thighs.My eyes dropped to the hem of her dress which was just below her crotch. It was as if she were teasing me by not letting me see what lay just under her lifted dress.My own hands took over as I slid them up her legs and pushed the dress up to reveal her hidden treasure. As I said before, I have never been attracted to another female, nor have I even thought about having sex with one. But when I saw Amber’s beautiful pussy I fell in lust.She was completely without any hair. Her lips were swollen with desire and I could see her excitement actually running down her legs.Her smell was completely intoxicating. There was the light scent of her perfume mixed with the musky odor of sex and I inhaled deeply getting high on this erotic moment. She was so beautiful.I felt her fingers begin to entwine themselves in my hair and then she pulled me close. I knew what she wanted and for the first time in my life I put my mouth on another woman’s pussy.My tongue pushed out and made a long swipe from the bottom of her sex up to her clit. The taste was so exotic and nasty at the same time. Swallowing her juices I delved even deeper with my tongue.When I hit on her clit again I felt Amber pull my hair to get me to stay right at her pleasure spot. Her clit was swollen as I gently began a sucking motion that I absolutely loved to have done to me.This young girl had complete control over me as she again pulled on my hair letting me know that this was something she too enjoyed.Just when I thought she was building to her orgasm Amber pulled my hair back breaking the lock I had on her pussy.Again she leaned in and kissed me tasting her own juices this time. Leaving one hand tangled in my hair she reached up and undid the top buttons of her dress. Leaning down she gently pulled me by my hair up to her chest.Amber pulled her dress aside and revealed her small breasts with some very aroused nipples. She now pulled my mouth up to one of those nipples and without hesitation I sucked it into my mouth.As I played on her nipple with my tongue, my other hand went down to her smooth pussy. My fingers slid easily into her wet canal. I heard a deep intake of her breath as my fingers went even deeper.She pulled my hair again taking me off her nipple. Amber was taking her time with this seduction. It was as if she knew this might be my only chance to know what it was like to be completely m*****ed by another woman.This time after another kiss, Amber stood up and turned around. She still had me by the hair as she pulled my face to her cute little butt that I had touched when we were dancing. Her dress had fallen back down as I began to kiss one cheek then the other through the thin material.With her other hand Amber began to pull her dress up. My kisses went to the exposed skin and traveled up with the hem of her dress. Soon I was licking and kissing her sexy ass.Looking back at me she pulled my face to the center of her ass and leaned forward. I have never been interested in any anal play with my husband. He has tried but it just didn’t seem right. Under Amber’s seduction I didn’t hesitate to kiss her on the rosebud.She pulled me in tighter as I began to tickle her ass with my tongue. She began to rub her ass up and down my face stopping to let me lick at her ass then hump again. I reached between her legs and found her clit. Now she began to moan.As I worked on her ass and clit at the same time I could hear her breathing getting faster and faster until she suddenly pulled my face tight into her ass and let out the most sensual cry I have ever heard.Her legs were trembling as she came over and over again. I thought I might be smothered between her ass cheeks as she held me tight to her hole.Amber finally came down and released her tight grip on my hair. It took her a moment to catch her breath as it did me. I was gently caressing her butt when she finally stood up and turned around.Pulling me up off the toilet we kissed with a passion that only true lovers can know. This girl had awoken something in me that I never knew existed. Amber had shown me a passion that I had never experienced in my life. Not even with my own husband.After more kissing and gentle touches we began to try and straighten our selves up. I went to reach for my panties but Amber got there first. She pulled them off one foot and then the other.Bringing them to her nose she took in my scent and then put them into her purse. I was now to go out in public without my panties. It felt so slutty and wonderful.When we had cleaned up and made ourselves presentable, Amber took me by the hand and led the way back up to the bar where our husband’s were deep in conversation. I don’t really know how long we were gone but we just gave the excuse of long lines at the bathroom.As I sat down my husband leaned over and gave me a kiss which immediately made me think of Amber’s sexy sweet mouth. I wondered if my husband could taste Amber’s sex or smell her intoxicating scent.This could end up being a very long weekend what with my losing the bet and all. I wondered what my husband had in store for me the rest of the night. It didn’t take too long to find out.

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A Watching Brief…..Oh my god…………. as I hold my breath I see her enter the room hidden in the shadowsI watch as a glimpse of your body is exposed as you lie on the bed…..What have you picked up? Oh god my heart is beating so loudly that you must hear it !I try to hold my breath as the sound of silence is deafening!!!Your hands wander to your breasts as you stroke them and flick at your nipples…. (yes)then your hands move down…. I take a deep breath (yes) One hand teasing your tit and the other playing with your gapping cunt! Flick that Clit! Curious… what have you got there???? I watch, heart pounding and gasping to breath as you pull your breast together and wrap an elastic band around them both…. fuck! the pressure on my cock is hard to bear and I want to release it and let it see the beauty of those breast all bound up and lookingstunning as they redden and look so fuckable.still watching in the darkness I see you holding an object and you rub it against you clit and tease your pussy lips with it before you…… FUCK! (yes) you have a butt ısparta escort plug! OMG (yes)you lift up your arse and slowly insert it into your arse and it looks like it fits you fantastically !!!I have wondered if you take it up the arse…….My throbbing cock would be a sucker for that fine arse!!!Oh yes Oh YES…. it’s time for the vibrator ! even in this darkness I recognise the shape…but look at the size of that monster! What a wondrous cunt she must have to take something like that! Are good the Buzz of excitement fills the room as the Wave springs into life and I can breath for the first time…. I watch as you rub it across your pussy lips and as you doit gives me the first chance to release my manhood that has been straining at the leash to be give it’s head the coolness of the air on my swollen prick and the pre cum on the tip gives me the chance to stroke it and work it in my hand…. (YES!) You tip the end of the vibrator so that it now slowly disappears into your wet cunt…. inch by inch little by little every bit of this monster vibe escort ısparta is inside you! Deep, Deeper….. you moan & I grip harder on my cock as I pump it faster…… the volume increases as you press the next stage and the bunny fuck deep into your wet snatch! it’s right inside you at it’s deepest and the ears on the wave are now teasingat your clit on both sides as I watch you ride the mother fucker…. your panting increases…..My eyes flick between your trussed up tit’s in all they glory all swollen & taught down to your legs spread as wide as you can get them and you hand gripping the wave as it almost disappears all the way up, way up inside you, god you must be so wet! as I can see your pussy lips glistening in the moonlight.. Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes… I hear you repeat this over and over as the orgasm rakes through your body and you cunt explodes with a rush of cum ….i am on the brink of an explosion myself as my balls tighten as I pump my cock fast, faster FASTER…I stifle a cry as my cum shoots towards you and ısparta escort bayan hits the floor in front of me…………(FUCK YES!!!)bright red and breathing difficultly cock still pulsing and dripping cum as I sit and watch you in a similar state as you look exhausted lying there on the bed…. i’m still fixated in watching you as you pull the long vibrator from your body…. it is rich with your cum and i want it 1 I want to lick it ! Lick it clean !! I want you to watch me while I sit before you with your wave in my hand and I stick out my long tongue and lick along it’s length….. would that please you I wonder.as I sit in the darkness regaining my breath & composure still watching you lying there your heaving bosom going up and down as you calm yourself but with your breast still bound…..seconds turn into minutes which turn into more and more minutes as you curl up on the bed and the discarded but plug & vibrator lie close to you I can smell the sex…..That fantastic smell of a good fuck or a great solo moment that you have awarded yourself as I have too…… Cum together as one but….I could just stay here and watch you sleep as you dream a great dream and relive a perfect moment but until next time…………………….Should I stay or should I goWould she want mewould she ??????I wonder

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Kelly and Marcus and Becky and I – Part 9I was still hard and inside of Becky, but I was out of breath. I held my cock inside of her while I caught my breath. Becky was slightly swirling her hips to keep my cock in her and to also keep me hard. From the other room, we heard Becky saying “You ready to fuck me now? I want your cock! I want you to fuck me hard! Give me that cock!” Becky whispered “She goes nonstop doesn’t she?” I said that Kelly always goes nonstop. Listening to them, made me hot and I slowly started grinding my cock into Beckys cunt. I just kept going slowly into her and she continued to swirl her hips in a circle under my cock. I wanted to make it last. And I wanted to just keep fucking for as long as I possibly could. I had been staring at her since as far back as when her and Steve were still married and so many times, I had wondered what it would be like to have her in bed. And now, here we were. And it was more then I had hoped for. She is a little on the naive side. She admitted to only having sex in the missionary position, never given head much less swallow cum. Before the weekend is over, I want to have her on top riding me so I can feel her body slam down on my cock they way she wants it. I also knew that before this night was over, I was going to be totally drained. And each time she would even hint to me about getting her pregnant, made me cum hard, so it wouldn’t take much more.Neither Becky or I made a lot of movements, but we continued fucking. I was just grinding my hips at her and she was wiggling her hips under me. We were kissing for what seemed an hour, but it was maybe 10 minutes. Becky said she was about to get off again and before long, I started to hear her moaning under me. She was pushing her hips up to meet me and I started thrusting in and out of her hot cunt. She was holding on to me tight as she was cumming and said “Oh God, I don’t want this to stop! I feel like I am on a cloud right now!” She finished cumming and I kept on fucking her with slow deep thrusts. After about 5 more minutes, Becky said “Damn! You are making me get off again! Oh Michael! Oooohhh!” Even as worn out as I was, I was getting hot just knowing that I was making Becky cum so many times. Before long, I told her I was cumming and rammed my cock so deep into her and started sending my hot cum deep inside of her. She had a hold me and was holding me tight against her body.After this, I was about as dry as the desert! I was catching my breath and noticed Becky was going limp and I seen that she was so tired and falling asleep. I laid inside of her for maybe another iskenderun escort 3 or 4 minutes and slowly pulled my cock from her and rolled over and laid next to her. I laid there looking over at Becky sleeping. It was so quiet in the other room and I decided to sneak a peek to see what Kelly and Marcus were up to. I walked to the door and Marcus was sprawled on his back and Kelly was on her side with her head on his chest and they were both asleep. I went downstairs to get something to drink. Becky had taken every ounce of fluid in my body and I needed something! After that, I went back upstairs and crawled in bed next to Becky. The clock said that it was 5:30 in the morning. I laid on my side and just watched her for the longest time and fell asleep next to her. It had been a very long night! But it was a great night.When I woke up, I was alone. It was about 11:30 and so I put on a pair of shorts and went downstairs. As I passed the spare room, Marcus was still asleep, but Kelly was not there. I walked into the kitchen and Kelly and Becky were sitting there. Becky had Kellys terry cloth robe on and Kelly had one of her see through robes on with nothing underneath. Kelly said “Well. Good morning sleepy head!” I said “Wow. This is awkward. Who do I kiss good morning?” All of us started laughing and Kelly jumped up and kissed me and gave me a hug. Then, she turned to Becky and said “Your turn!” Then Becky stood up and I kissed her and gave her a big hug. As I grabbed some coffee and sat down, I asked what they were up to. Kelly said that Marcus had to go home for a few hours today and her and Becky wanted to go to the mall. Then, we are all going out to dinner and come back home. Kelly said “From there, you and Becky can do whatever you want and Marcus and will head the other way.”Kelly finished her coffee and said she was going to go get Marcus up and take a shower. I joked that if she gets Marcus up, it won’t be much showering going on. From around the corner of the stairs, all I seen was Kellys hand giving me the finger and Becky and I started laughing. I asked Becky if she slept well. She said “I’m so sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I don’t think I had gotten off that many times the whole time I was married, much less all in the same night. Kelly is so lucky to have you.” I smiled and said “I guess Kelly has me trained. And it didn’t take much because you kept me rock hard! And that could not have been an easy job!” Becky stood up and walked over to the dining room and looked upstairs and came back over and was standing behind me and put her arms around escort iskenderun me and leaned in and whispered “Kelly was talking to me about something and you are in for a surprise tonight.” I turned my head up and asked what they were plotting. Becky said “We aren’t plotting against you. But after talking about it with Kelly, I think I just might let you fuck my ass tonight. Would you like that?” I stood up and took Becky in my arms and said “Just hearing that, and now I have to wait so long?” She reached down and felt my cock getting hard through my shorts and said “That’s what I like about you. Steve would have been laying dead in the road after the first hour last night. But you are always ready to go again! But, after seeing and hearing Kelly last night, I bet you both have a tough time keeping up with each other.Then, we both sat down and I asked if she ate yet. Becky said that her and Kelly ate some fruit and had toast before I came down. She asked if I was hungry and if I was, she would fix me something to eat. I told Becky that I could get it and would fix her something if she wants. Becky said “Please? Can I cook for you? I seen you had bacon and eggs. Do you want some eggs?” I said “Yeah. Yours!” Becky looked over the fridge door and she was beet red in the face! About that time, Kelly and Marcus came down all clean and dressed. Kelly and Becky told us to sit and they would fix us breakfast. After we had breakfast, I told everyone I needed to get in the shower. Kelly said “Becky hasn’t taken a shower yet, so she can help clean you up. Or you can clean her up, whichever.” I said “Are you guessing or you are speaking from experience?” Kelly looked at Marcus and laughed. I said “Awww. That’s what I thought.” Kelly said “Well, what can I say? It was there and I had soap in my eyes and when I reached for a towel, I found something else by mistake.” Marcus looked up at Kelly and then me and said “That’s right. Several times!” Kelly stuck her tongue out at Marcus and said “Tattle Tale!”I stood up and held my hand out to Becky so we could go up and take a shower. As we started to leave the kitchen, Kelly looked at Becky and said “The shampoo is on the shower floor. Just be careful bending over and picking it up in front of him!” Becky smiled and we headed upstairs. Of course, it didn’t take long and we were soaping each other up. Becky took a very long time soaping up my cock and naturally, it swelled in her hands. I told her that now, we have to do something about it and I pulled her close and started guiding my cock into her cunt. It isn’t easy fucking iskenderun escort bayan in the shower standing up, but it didn’t take long and we both started cumming. When I shot my cum inside of Becky I said “Now, you have something to hold you over while shopping today.” Becky kissed me and said “I just hope I can hold out today. Kelly said we were going to talk about what we both did and I know I’m going to get all wet just thinking about it.” I told Becky that if there is scorecards, I want to see at least a 7 1/2, and Becky said “More like and 11 1/2!” I started rubbing Beckys belly as she was shampooing her hair. When she turned around to rinse her hair, I said “That’s dangerous to turn that way in front of me!” Becky wiggled her ass and said “Maybe later. I have to build up the nerve, but I do want to try it.”When we finished, I got dressed and headed downstairs and Becky wanted to use Kellys hairdryer to dry her hair, so I went downstairs. Kelly asked me where Becky was and I pointed upstairs and she went up to find her. Marcus was just getting ready to leave and he shook my hand again and said “Kelly asked me to come back over tonight. Is that okay?” I told him it was okay with me and I told him Becky was coming over too. Marcus said “Were you okay with what I did with her last night?” I said “Oh yeah. Kelly told me it is what she wanted, so it’s alright.” He said that he meant with Becky when she gave him head and said he knew she was with me last night, but Kelly had talked to her about it and they agreed. I laughed and said “I am married to Kelly and can’t tell her what to do. How can I tell Becky what to do?” The girls came down and Becky had on a pair of Kellys spandex shorts and a t-shirt. Becky is a few inches taller and about 15 pounds more then Kelly, so if I thought they were tight on Kelly, they were really hugging Becky! I sort of found myself getting a little jealous that she was wearing that to the mall. I always thought it was hot as hell when Kelly would dress like that and go to the mall, but this felt different! Marcus gave Kelly a hug and kiss and Kelly opened the garage door for him and closed it when he left. The girls grabbed their purses and Kelly gave me a big hug and kiss and said “We’ll be back later!” Becky started to follow her and Kelly stopped and said “After last night, you’re not going to even give him a kiss goodbye?” Becky walked over and I hugged her and we kissed. I reached down and grabbed her as and gave it a squeeze. When she started to pull away, I held her tight and jammed my tongue into her mouth and we started french kissing. Kelly started laughing and said “Maybe I should have just let you forget it!” And they left. I pulled my truck out of the garage and washed it while they were gone. All the time thinking tonight is another night for Kelly and for me. Oh yeah. And Marcus and Becky too!

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MOM CAUGHT PART 2By the time the weekend drew near, I had already gotten a few things in place, all that was required now was a little luck in bringing everything together, along with tempting her into doing what I hope I could get her to do in order to make everything work. There was certainly an element of risk involved, not to mention needing to get Darrel out of the way at some point in order to do so. But as luck would have it, that opportunity came when Darrel came home Friday waving two tickets for a Saturday baseball game he’d been given at work. As neither my mother nor myself enjoyed baseball, though even if I had, I’d have been the last person in the world he’d want to take to the game, Darrel had in fact already invited a co-worker to go with him that evening.I knew then that this might be the one and only opportunity I had to try and pull this off if I could, so immediately set up my little trap in hopes that Karen’s usual snoopiness would pay off.I had learned from some of her previous visits that she had indeed gone through my stuff, finding my stash of porn magazines along with several DVD’s that I also had, all of which Darrel had specifically forbidden to have in his house. Interesting enough that I still had them anyway, but even more so that his own daughter obviously enjoyed watching porn too as I’d discovered my DVD’s had been gone through, and had even located one that was missing out of its box still sitting inside the player which was hooked up to the TV in the guest room where she always stayed.I had purposely gone out and bought several new ones with a wide range of various choices, not entirely sure what it was she enjoyed seeing, but wanting to ensure that I had something that would make her curious enough, and thus tempted to borrow one from me to watch when she was reasonably confident she could do so secretly when I wasn’t around to be aware of it, not to mention her own father which was now no longer a problem with his going to the game on Saturday evening.I had let it be known that morning that I had been called into work, though I had already scheduled the entire weekend off, with the hopes that Karen would indeed busy herself with snooping through my bedroom once she was assured she could safely do so with both her father and myself out of the way. The tricky part, though even that really wasn’t, was informing my mother that I needed her to go out and do some shopping herself for a couple of hours, though the reason for that I explained would be given to her later on that evening. Once again I had driven my car down the block, parked it, and then made my way back to the house. The problem this time however, was the fact I couldn’t hide out in my own room as it was obviously my hope that Karen would take the time, finding herself all alone to get bored, and once again curious enough to poke through my room. But what I had done, was unlatch the window to the laundry room, slipping through it which was just down the hall from the two bedrooms that Karen and I occupied. And though it was a small risk to hide out in there, I was reasonably sure that Karen wouldn’t have need for going in there, and thus crouched behind the door quietly, hopefully and waited.Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait very long either, though I had heard her bustling about upstairs shortly after slipping in through the window. Eventually I heard her coming down the stairs and knowing that my room was the first one she would pass by before entering her room, sat there waiting and listening. Sure enough, she only took a few steps more once she had reached the bottom of the stairs. I heard her open the door, go inside my room and within seconds after that could hear her rummaging through my porn tapes where I normally hid them, and hoped she would find something she found interesting and wanted to watch.Moments later I heard her leave my room, closing the door, and then take the few additional steps to her room going inside. Once again the door closed, and I heard the faint familiar ‘click’ of the idiotic door lock being turned as I sat there smiling to myself, my pick for that lock already in hand.Now came the fun part. Earlier that week, I had already hooked up two of my video cameras hiding each of them in the air vents of her bedroom, one facing directly towards the bed, and the other on the sidewall. I could by a simple switch on my remote, go from camera to camera, recording whatever I found there, playing it live back to myself as I sat there watching her. The first thing I noticed was that she indeed had a couple of my porn movies and sat on the edge of the bed trying to decide which one of the two she was interested in watching first. Zooming in briefly, I saw that she’d selected an all girl “Fuck Fest” as it was labeled, which surprised me as I’d almost not selected that one, only having done so just in case. I watched her turn on the TV, put the DVD into the player, and then immediately disrobe, making herself comfortable on the bed. Also to my delight, she reached underneath her pillow and produced what was obviously a vibrator, that had a slight bend at the end but which still looked a lot like a fat pink cock.She sat it aside for the moment however as the movie began playing, content to watch for a moment, though her hand began massaging her breast as she did so, soon after allowing her fingers to begin exploring herself down between her legs.Karen’s tits weren’t nearly as large as my mother’s let alone Michelle’s, but they were certainly well rounded, “perky” with two very nice pink tipped nipples capping each one. And though she wasn’t entirely shaved, Karen had the briefest bit of closely cropped pubic hair just sitting above her mound, which she toyed with briefly for a moment before finally allowing her fingers to gently probe her widespread opening as she lay back upon the bed watching the movie.I was grinning openly to myself, Darrel would have a conniption fit if he was ever to discover his precious innocent little girl was even remotely interested in watching porn, let alone doing what she was doing to herself now. Aside from the fact he’d probably kill me as well, I was gambling on the fact that he’d be just as equally upset with his own daughter as I along with my own mother knew, that he thought her still to be all sweet and innocent, which is exactly the way she acted as well as dressed whenever she was around him.”Oh if he could only see what it is you’re doing now!” I thought to myself, watching as Karen finally picked up the vibrator and began teasing her clit and pussy lips with it as she held open her cunt and began playing with it.On screen, a woman was doing something quite similar to herself on the bed she was laying on when her girlfriend/room-mate stepped into the bedroom fresh out of the shower.”Hmm, that’s nice, when did you get that one?” The young hot vixen asked coming over to sit down on the edge of the bed beside her girlfriend, placing her hand on the toy, taking over, and began using it to fuck her friend with, just as I now watched Karen doing, once again caressing one of her breasts while slow-fucking herself with the life-like looking penis.I watched with additional interest as she took a small section of her long blond hair and used it to further stimulate her own breast and nipple with, massaging and caressing her tit with the silky smooth softness all the while still working her own cunt with the vibrator, her eyes glued to the TV, now watching the two girls as they curled up into a little ball together licking one another’s cunts.”Oh God I wish someone was licking my cunt right now!” Karen spoke aloud to herself.It couldn’t have been any more perfect had I of planned it myself. Hearing what she’d just said, having already quietly unlocked the door as I stood outside her bedroom, I quickly pocketed my mini video viewer though aware of the fact she was still being recorded, and entered her bedroom.”Be more than happy to help you with that,” I said scaring the hell out of her when I did.Funny how people can jump, or scramble stupidly for a moment while trying to collect their wits about them. Karen was no exception, clawing desperately, briefly for the covers which remained tucked too tightly beneath her, giving up, grabbing the spare pillow instead, using it to cover herself with as I stood watching her.”Wha…what are you doing home?” she stammered obviously embarrassed.”It was slow, so they sent me home,” I lied. “Thought I heard one of my dirty movies playing when I came down to my room,” I said continuing to lie to her. “Pretty good one though isn’t it?” I added glancing over towards the TV, forcing her head over to look at it, seeing the two girls still all wrapped up together. I almost laughed when she searched briefly for the remote, realizing she’d left it sitting next to the TV. She sat up still holding the pillow against her breasts and leaned over reaching for it.”Not yet! You’ll miss the best part!” I exclaimed, freezing her in place for a moment, a look of bewilderment etched within her face as she first looked back towards me, and then back towards the TV screen. Once again, it couldn’t have been any more perfect had I choreographed it myself. Suddenly the door to the girl’s bedroom opens, and the boyfriend walks in, catching his girlfriend busily eating out her friend’s cunt. Of course, he’s not the least bit mad or upset with her, calmly reaches down, pulling off the convenient pair of sweat pants he’d been wearing, revealing the fact he’s already got a nice stiff erection.And it was at that very moment that the toy that Karen had shoved deeply inside herself, chose at that very moment to slip out of her pussy, busily and happily humming about on the bed. She quickly snatched it up, turning the offending thing off, blushing furiously.”The offer still stands,” I said simply staring at her. “I’d love to lick your pussy for you, all you have to do is ask, but if you send me away, I won’t offer to do so again either.”She looked like she was on the verge of tossing me out of her room, but my comment had stopped her cold, once again confusing her perhaps, but just enough so that she stopped herself from yelling at me to get out.”Oh, so if I suddenly changed my mind, you’re telling me you wouldn’t be interested after that?””It’s sort of a onetime offer yes,” I said easily. “Since we happen to be alone at the moment, it’s probably the only time we even will have, but if you’re not interested, then I’ll go, but if you tell me no, meaning that you’re not interested, then unfortunately my answer will be no to you later on as well even if you decide that you are. So Karen…what’s it to be? You want me to leave, just say so, you want me to lick your pussy, then…spread your legs.”She sat for a moment actually thinking about it, but I was almost ready to put my money down on her asking me to leave. That’s just how she was most of the time, doing things in spite of herself, just to have it her own way, when and how she wanted things, not how anyone else did. Except this time of course, which is the only alternative I güngören escort had given her.I turned however, forcing the issue, making out like I was leaving the room.”No! Wait!” she actually called out at me, stopping me in my tracks as I turned once again facing her. To my delight and surprise, the pillow came down, revealing her breasts, and as it did so, she spread her legs bending them at the knee expectantly.”Does this answer your question?”I quickly slithered up onto the bed positioning myself between her legs. Moments later, I was sucking and licking her cunt, twirling her clit around between my lips until she was climbing the walls, one glorious orgasm after another.I had always known that Karen liked me, far more than she was ever willing to admit or let on, but as her father was married to my mother, up until now there wasn’t a whole lot we could really do about it either, so she’d settled for flirting with me, teasing me unmercifully as that was the only way she felt like she could do it, and still keep me interested, but at bay, until now.”Fuck me! Fuck me! She said soon after that, which I did, reminding myself to edit the tape later on. #And just as I’d thought, the rest of the weekend didn’t allow either one of us to do anything else again either. Darrel was mostly around, wanting to spend time with his daughter being a good and caring daddy, which for the first time as I saw and realized it, actually more irritated Karen than pleased her, especially when she tried desperately to do something else with me again, though the opportunity never again presented itself before she had to leave and head back.It would be sometime before Karen came back for another weekend visit, but I was fairly confident that the next time she did, things would be a hell of a lot different between us. Little did I know at the time just how different things really would be, or how they would suddenly and so drastically change quite unexpectedly.#A couple of weeks had gone by, things had settled back into some semblance of normalcy, though I did enjoy another mid-day romp with both mom and Michelle, once again experimenting and having fun as wickedly as it was possible to do with the two of them, something they both suddenly looked forward to with abandon. And…I had even managed to videotape one of our little get togethers one afternoon without either one of them being aware of it.Later that afternoon I had gone down to secret away the video I’d managed to record of it, sticking it along with the one I’d taken of Karen for safe keeping, and noticed when I did so that my other secretly hidden away stash of dirty movies had in fact been disturbed, and that…I found interesting.I knew without any doubt that mom never came into my room, nor would she snoop around through my stuff the way I’d discovered Karen loved doing. The fact that I had quite carefully placed my stash of x-rated movies in a certain order in a certain position that once disturbed would alert me they’d been gone through, I had to come to the realization that good old Darrel was one fucking hypocrite. Only now, I needed to prove it, and better yet, get something even better on him, far better than just revealing the fact he enjoyed watching a dirty movie now and then just like everyone else.Once again, an idea came to me, but this was the riskiest thing I’d thought about doing yet, and I also knew it would take a lot of patience and careful planning if there was to be any hope of pulling this one off.The first thing I did, was to once again set up my porn stash to see if his going through it had been an anomaly, a one time thing and that perhaps he wouldn’t do so, or go through it again. A week later, he had, and I had also managed to pin it down to the night that he had, which was also very useful and beneficial to me as it was the one night of the week that mom and Michelle went out to dinner or a movie together, and when I of course had also been at work myself. Now armed with that bit of info, I waited once again for the following week, and sure enough, good old Darrel had gone through my movies again, same night, and this time I was prepared for him, even going so far as to record his private little moment alone with himself, though I was somewhat disappointed that he didn’t actually jerk off, though it was very obvious he did have an erection as he stood, ejecting the movie once he’d finished watching it. Now at least, I was reasonably certain that the following week he would do so again, and this time when he did, I’d have a big surprise for him, a really big surprise for him.#I had in fact edited the DVD. Placing it inside a cover labeled simply “Karen” and then hid it beneath one or two other movies. There was only one place that I knew Darrel would certainly enjoy watching his movies from as he had already proven by doing, and that was in the den on his new giant-sized flat screen TV. I had already prepared well ahead of time, once again hiding my own video cameras safely within the room, the remote operational clear down inside my own bedroom where I could safely monitor everything he did, and everything that went on from there. After mom had left to go out with Michelle, I too left for work, doubling back shortly, and then waited secretly outside my own window, watching for the light to turn on, which it soon did, and then saw Darrel as he went immediately over to my secret stash of movies, a big grin on his face as he picked them up and began thumbing through them, that was…until he discovered the DVD with the cover marked “Karen” on it. For a moment, I wondered if he’d actually take it, or find the thought of what he mind find there to be too disgusting to even contemplate. I guess I should have known better as he took it, and it alone back upstairs to the den with him.#The entire movie was just under thirty minutes, after I had edited out anything having to do with just the two of us of course. And I sat there watching him watching it, video taping him doing so the entire time of course, which in the beginning as I did so, had me wondering if I hadn’t finally made a big mistake in having done so. At first, his expression was one of shock, even anger as he sat watching his own daughter pleasuring herself. Twice I saw him reach for the remote, wondering if he was about to turn it off, though both times he sat back, continuing to watch it anyway. When it was finished, I prepared myself to exit back out through the window in the event he removed the tape, though even then I wasn’t sure if he was planning on returning it, or confronting me with having it in the first place. A paradox for him I am sure, as then he’d also have to explain what he was doing watching it in the first place, along with the others, which I’d also been smart, enough to get him on tape doing.What I didn’t really expect is what happened next. Though Darrel stood up and moved back to the TV, he reset the DVD in the player, and began watching it again, only this time, I watched and thus video recorded him as he slid off his slacks, settled down comfortably in his seat and began watching the video, all the while jerking himself off while doing so, something he had not done before, though I had managed to at least show him as being aroused.”Oh this is great!” I said capturing every minute detail on disk, even splitting the screen at times to show him jerking off, and also showing what it was he was jerking off too. Which got even better when he continued to do so, starting the movie up from the very beginning, watching it yet a third time now, as he continued to sit there playing with himself.As the DVD neared the end just before I had come into the room, though I had added a bit more footage to it where I was out of the scene, and where it looked like Karen was just doing some additional odd stuff to herself, when I wasn’t involved, I watched Darrel suddenly stand up, cock in hand, fisting it furiously as he walked over to stand in front of his giant sized TV screen. Fascinated, I watched even more closely as he stood there, fisting himself, pleased that I had caught and edited one portion of the movie when Karen had teased me by sucking off the vibrator, though at the moment there was no way of knowing that of course, it simply looked like she was getting off on doing it, opening her mouth for a supposed squirt that never came on film, though indeed I had done so when we’d actually been together.It was here that Darrel paused the movie. His daughter, mouth wide open, one hand buried deeply between her legs, the other pulling hard on one of her very aroused extended nipples. I watched then as he approached the TV screen, now furiously pumping his cock until he began to spurt, his spunk flying out, hitting the screen exactly where his daughter’s mouth was. I watched almost in horror with a bit of amusement thrown in, as Darrel stood there, smearing his daughter’s face, though it was really the TV screen itself which he stood rubbing against, spreading several thick gobs of his semen across her frozen open mouth, then downwards along her neck, finally to her breasts, in particular the one she held in her hand, pinched nipple and all, and rubbed himself there giggling like a mad-man the entire time.”Oh my God! Did I just get all that on disk?” I asked myself excitedly, because I knew then that I had.#What I now had, I honestly considered only using as an insurance policy, if and when the day ever came when I might actually have to use it to threaten him with. To do so now, using it against him for something frivolous would have been stupid on my part.And this, the original, along with my other originals, I now had locked up in a safety deposit box, though I certainly had other copies which I kept in an entirely different place, almost as safe and secure as those were.#I continued to monitor, occasionally recording Darrel, and was amused to find that he quite often now borrowed two tapes, which he always returned, always watching the tape of his daughter, saving it for last, sometimes squirting on her like he had done the first time, though not always, still giving me a bigger and better insurance policy that I could use against him if and when I ever felt a reason for doing so.In the meantime, I went about enjoying my new pleasures, which still included from time to time my own mother whenever the whim or the mood struck me, or for that matter…whenever hers did, which happened more often than not.#It was a week before thanksgiving and I knew that my stepsister would be coming down for the weekend for another long visit. And that I was actually looking forward to it when she did. Still half asleep I lay there in bed, and felt more than heard my bedroom door opening. I knew it was mom, as Darrel was once again off on business and not expected to return until late Sunday evening. The sound of soft footsteps crossing towards my bed alerted me to the fact that mom was in the mood for doing something, which was confirmed a few moments later as I felt the soft press of her mouth suddenly engulf and surround my semi-flaccid prick.”Good escort güngören morning,” I said contentedly feeling my prick suddenly being lavished with the sweetness of mom’s lips surrounding it, softly sucking me.She didn’t answer however, continuing to suck my prick until it was fully hard before finally removing her mouth from it, though continuing to lick me now instead.”I need to tell you something,” she said though she immediately went back to sucking me firmly. Obviously, whatever it was she needed or wanted to tell me could wait, so I did, enjoying the sensation of my mother’s mouth until I soon felt the release begin, the first intense ejaculations of my spunk soon filling her mouth.Afterwards I sat up in bed, mom still contentedly sitting next to me licking her lips and smiling.”Nice wake up, but that’s not really why you’re here now is it?” I asked.”Not entirely, no. I really did want to tell you something, but when I came in, I saw your semi-hard prick, I couldn’t help myself.”I laughed at that, mom had indeed changed so much over the past few months, she was happier than she had been in a very long time, though her demeanor still changed whenever Darrel was around I noticed.”So tell me, what’s going on then?” I asked curiously.”I wanted to tell you that I’ve decided to leave Darrel,” she said simply, though there was a look of worry that had now formed across her face.I knew how tough that decision must have been for her, with the prenuptial agreement that Darrel had in place, it would leave mom financially strapped as she had very little in the way of personal assets, and would get nothing by way of support from Darrel if she was the one to divorce him without cause. I didn’t need to discuss the obvious with her, we had already spoken at length about it long before now. But before now, there wasn’t much I could do about helping her either.”If that’s what you’ve really decided to do mom, I think I’m in a position to help you with that, but I need your help too. And I need you to be patient about saying anything to Darrel about this until everything is ready. Can you do that for me? For yourself?” I asked.Her worried look now turned to one of curiosity. “Sure, what is it you need me to do?” she asked me.”Well for starters, I want to show you a video, but you’re going to need to remain calm about it even after you see it. I’ve been saving it in the event that something like this happened, sort of an insurance policy of sorts,” I told her still being cautiously mysterious about it. “And then after that, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do, and how we’re going to do it, with the help of someone else being involved, who doesn’t even know that they will be.”I soon after showed her a copy of the video I had of Darrel. By the look on her face after she had watched it all, she didn’t even look that surprised.”I hate stating the obvious,” she began. “But as perverse as that may have looked on screen, it’s not much different than what you and I have been doing for real,” she said still somewhat confused on how this was going to help her much.”That may be so,” I admitted, “but the difference is, he doesn’t know anything about us, or what we do know about him, and I also agree with you that the movie in and of itself may or may not be enough to accomplish what we want to do, which is why I have another plan that I’ll need your help with. With that, I do believe we’ll have more than enough documentation to ensure you won’t be left out in the cold when you file for divorce.”Now mom took a renewed interest in what I had to say.”I’m in, so tell me…what do we need to do?”#Before we could do anything we needed to wait for the following holiday weekend when Karen came for a visit. Mom was still skeptical about involving Karen, even though she would be initially unaware of her involvement, and would remain so if everything went according to plan. And I was aware of course, that Michelle was still involved in holding what was referred to as adult toy parties for women, mom frequently went whenever Michelle had booked a party, buying several toys herself though she had done so without Darrel’s knowledge of it.Mom had once shared with me that she and Karen had in fact had several conversations regarding these parties, had even attended one herself though without her father’s knowledge of it, and had purchased a small inexpensive vibrator for herself, which now explained the one I had video-taped her using.”So here’s the story you’re going to tell her,” I began. “You inform her that you’re considering going into this business with Michelle, expanding it so to speak, but before you’re willing to do that, you need to get a better feel for which products are more likely to sell better to make your investment worthwhile.””Go on,” mom said sounding interested, but still hesitant about how this was actually going to work.”Well, that’s when you tell Karen that you’d like her to help you by giving you an honest evaluation about some of the toys, how they feel, what they do…etc. We plan it on a night when you and I are scheduled to be out, but you inform Karen that you need the results back on the following day as you’ll need to make some sort of inventory purchase commitment, so her opinions on what she enjoyed using will be very important. That way, we set her up to actually plan on masturbating for us, thus controlling the fact that she will be. The next step will be to ensure that Darrel finds out that she is, and with luck, let nature take its course afterwards, which we’ll both be there to see and to record when he does.”There were a lot of ifs, a lot that had to happen and come together to pull this off. But the first obstacle was taken care of when Karen happily, and excitedly agreed to her role in this, though she had no idea at the time that she would be. I would be working of course, though the story was I’d be dropping my mother off at Michelle’s for their weekly night out together, thus leaving Darrel home alone with his daughter. I had already placed and tested all the cameras and equipment we would be using. One camera facing the bed where Karen would be, another directed towards the window where I hoped Darrel would eventually be. Another was hidden away in the neighbor’s hedge across from the bedroom window. I would be up on the garage roof looking down the driveway using a telephoto lens on my camera. Shirley would be parked in Jake’s car just around the corner from the house monitoring and controlling the cameras and everything that was being recorded from there.”So how do we get him to realize what she’s doing, let alone watch her while she does?” Mom had asked.”Well, that will require a bit of luck there,” I had to admit. “But I’m also counting on the fact that he will know and be aware of the fact that she is and will be in her bedroom alone, and banking on his curiosity of that to lead him into doing what I think he will do once he sees her, and that’s where you come in.”A lot had to happen. A lot of it was luck, but I was confident that things would turn out exactly the way I had planned them to do. The first thing was to ensure that Karen indeed had begun masturbating, pleased when shortly after we had left, that she began doing so, researching the numerous toys that mother had asked Karen to try out for her prior to purchasing many of them for resale.”Ok, she’s doing it,” Mom said excitedly as she watched her step-daughter as she lay on her bed, beginning to experiment and pleasure herself with the wide selection of toys she had chosen.”Good, now…go ahead and make the phone call to Darrel, call me back on my cell the moment you hang up with him,” I reminded her. “So we can keep in contact with one another, while we’re doing this.”The plan was for mom to call Darrel and tell him that she couldn’t find her car keys inside her purse, and that chances were she had once again left them in her car, something that drove Darrel nuts when she’d done that before.I waited patiently and then felt the phone vibrate alerting me to the fact that mom was calling me back.”Well?””He should be coming outside any moment now,” she told me. “There he is!” I whispered into the phone and watched as Darrel exited the back door walking around the side of the house heading towards the parked cars. Now came the luck part, hoping that Darrel would notice the single solitary light on, coming from Karen’s room. I knew from past experience that all Darrel had to do was be curious enough to look, and he would immediately discover that he could and would indeed see very clearly into her room.”He’s stopping!” Mom spoke into the phone as she monitored his movements and actions through the video cameras.”Shh,” I whispered back to her. “It looks like he’s taking the bait. Time to hang up now until afterwards,” I said hanging up, picking up my camera with the hopes of getting some very revealing pictures.Much to my delight, I watched as Darrel indeed stopped, glancing quickly about before walking over, and then bending over, peering over the top of the window looking in just as I had hoped that he would. It didn’t take long for Darrel to discover what Karen was doing inside her own room, soon after positioning himself for a much better look while she was. But even more importantly, I now watched as Darrel unzipped his pants, soon after releasing his prick, and began stroking it. I smiled, zooming in on him with my telephoto lens and began taking picture after picture of him as the man sat there, watching his daughter masturbate while doing so himself.The pictures I took couldn’t have been any clearer. I’d even gotten one with Darrel’s spunk flying out, hitting the window as he sat there jerking himself off. I also hoped that the videotape we’d eventually edit and put together would be as equally clear and revealing as I knew the photos would turn out to be.Soon after that Darrel headed back inside the house after first checking Shirley’s car, locating the keys she had purposely left inside before returning back into the house.I quickly scampered down off the roof, then back out to the street to my car where mom sat waiting for me.”If the video is even half as good as the pictures turned out, then I think we’ve got everything we’re going to need,” I told her after slipping back inside my car.”Well from what I was able to see, we did. Though until we’ve actually had a chance to review the recordings…” she left off saying, and then noticed as she glanced down at the monitor that was still focused on Karen’s bedroom where she still continued to lay there pleasuring herself. “Oh my God!” She announced suddenly. “What?” I asked excitedly.”Unless I’m mistaken, that idiot just cracked open the door to Karen’s room!” I couldn’t help but laugh, “Good, and we’re still recording all this too,” I said zooming in on the door that was indeed partially open. “He must have picked the lock too, though it doesn’t take a scientist to be able to do it either. But he’s taking a real chance here in being discovered, especially if Karen glances back behind her, though at the moment, she appears obviously too güngören escort bayan busy to do that.””You wanna hear something strange? Especially under the circumstances?””What?” I asked.”Doing this, doing what we’re doing is actually exciting, arousing me? Not seeing what Darrel’s doing of course, certainly not that…but this, you and I sitting here in the car together recording all this.””That’s not so strange,” I said agreeing with her, smiling. “I was just thinking the same thing, so yeah…I’m a little horny myself.””Just a little?” Mom giggled reaching over to begin unzipping my pants.”Well, a whole lot more now that you’ve said that,” I told her, feeling the coolness of the night air suddenly envelope my exposed prick just before my mother’s mouth did.She had worn a simple pull over sweater, so lifting it up and over her breasts along with her bra, soon freeing them was relatively easy. I sighed with pure pleasure, molding her soft pliant breasts in my hands as she continued licking and sucking my very hard cock.”Oh fuck, you’ll never believe this.””Now what?””Look, see for yourself,” I told her.Mom did so, now gazing into the small monitor that I held in my hand, still controlling it remotely as I now zoomed in towards the door.”Is that what I think that it is?” Mom gasped in astonishment.”Sure looks like it to me!” I mused laughing. “Too bad Karen doesn’t see it, she’s got the perfect opportunity to slam his prick in the door!”We sat there watching with amused surprise at Darrel’s boldness. As he had in fact stuck his prick through the small opening, pointing it towards the bed where his daughter continued to lay, pleasuring herself. Karen was in fact nearing the throes of her own orgasm in fact, the vibrating toy she was using, a rather expensive one with a rotating beaded shaft along with the various vibrations, including a clit stimulator was fully embedded deep inside her own cunt at the moment as she tossed her head from side to side wildly, just then tumbling over the edge of ecstasy, climaxing.As we both sat there continuing to watch this, suddenly the prick, which was pointed through the small door opening, began to spew its load, most of it landing on the carpeting far short of the bed.Shortly after the door closed again, with Karen being none the wiser concerning it, still basking in her own pleasured afterglow.”Fuck me!” Mom said quite excitedly. “Fuck me hard and fast, right here in the car.” She quickly slid out of her pants, tossing aside her well soaked panties as well, and then climbed on top of my stiff hard prick and began doing exactly that. Even the occasional passing car only enhanced the dangerous feel of excitement, the thrill of sitting just off the side of the house, fucking away like we were, the feeling wickedly decadent until we both soon after exploded simultaneously sharing one of the more intensely satisfying climaxes we’d ever had together.#I stayed up most of the following night editing the footage we had, more than pleased with the results as I watched it. In addition to that, the still photos, many of which I had blown up where even more revealing. After showing everything I had to mom, we decided not to approach Darrel with what we did have until after the holiday was over, and also only when Karen had left going back to her own dorm on campus.For myself, I had enjoyed one quick very brief encounter with Karen just before she’d left, frustrated at never having any time alone with me, she had cornered me in the downstairs bathroom when I’d gone in to take a shower, even though Darrel and mom were upstairs at the time. I had just stepped out of the tub enclosure, spotting her there as she sat entirely naked on the toilet seat waiting for me to get out.”I’ll be heading back within the hour,” she informed me. “But not before you give me a nice hard fuck before I leave.”I smiled, admitting to myself that there was a bit of irony in that. It may very well be the last time I was ever with her as mom would soon be informing Darrel she was indeed divorcing him, and with cause, which we would then show him and enjoy watching him squirm when doing so. And to be honest about it, I was really looking forward to that too.I did feel a little guilty as I stepped behind my stepsister, slipping my cock deeply into her warm welcoming cunt. But only for a moment, and then the guilt became lust, pleasure and joy as I fucked her furiously, while she fucked me back just as furiously taking advantage of what would very possibly be our last time together, though she had no way of actually knowing that at the time.#Things went pretty much the way we’d expected them to. At first, Darrel was of course shocked, angry, and wildly erratic as he threatened the two of us, constantly reminding mom about the prenuptial agreement, until I finally got it through to him that what we had, we would thus use in court, breaking the prenuptial the way it was written, something we had also both discussed with mom’s attorney. But in addition to that, I had also let it be known, that if I had to, if Darrel was still foolish enough to want to try and fight this without ensuring mom’s financial stability and equal entitlements to their holdings and assets, that Darrel could expect each one of his clients to receive an interesting little DVD in the mail.Not too surprisingly, mom soon after was granted her divorce along with a very reasonable settlement. But more importantly, Darrel was now and finally out of her life for good.Several weeks went by, and then on a Friday evening as we sat down to watch a little TV together, I heard someone pulling into the drive. Peering out the window I realized it was Karen who had pulled in, though the car she was in wasn’t the BMW she’d been given by her father.”Who is it?” Mom asked.”You’ll never believe it, but it’s Karen!” I told her already heading towards the door. She obviously was aware of the divorce of course, though not necessarily how it had all come about, or the real reasons behind it, or how my mother had finally obtained one so easily.”Hey, what a surprise!” I said greeting her at the door. “Didn’t expect to see you again anytime soon,” I added, wondering at her reason for actually being here.”Can I come in?” she asked somewhat meekly. “I need to ask you something,” she said as I showed her in.Mom stood in the living room. “Good, I’m glad you’re here too,” Karen said, though she walked over giving mom a friendly hug and a kiss upon seeing her.”So, what’s this all about?” I asked curiously.”I think you already know, or at least I think you do,” she began. “I already know that you must have had something on my father in order to be granted the divorce, and be given what you were in the settlement. One of the reasons dad had to take back the lease on my car, because he could no longer afford it. But that’s not the reason why I’m even here, I need to confirm something, something I think I’m already aware of, but I need to know the truth of it, and I think you know just exactly what that truth really is.”The three of us soon after settled down on the couch. “Ever since just before Thanksgiving, dad had been acting really weird around me. He had even barged into the bathroom once when I was taking a shower, acting like he had every reason in the world to have done so, looking for his razor, acting like he was late for some damn meeting or something, and needing it, when I knew without any doubt that he’d gotten up much earlier than that, and had done so then as I’d heard him using it. So there was that just for one thing. But…there was another.”Mom and I looked over at one another expectantly as she continued.”That night when you asked me to try out a few of those toys you were thinking about purchasing?”She was blushing a little as she said it, glancing over towards me, but well aware that I now must have known about it as mom and I quite obviously didn’t hold any secrets.Mom acknowledged the evening of course, as did I.”Well anyway, shortly after that I got up to take a shower and get ready for bed, which is when I reached for the door, and realized it was no longer locked.””Stupid fuck,” I thought to myself silently, realizing Darrel had forgotten to relock it before closing it.”I know for a fact I had locked the door, especially since I’d be doing what I began doing shortly after that. But when I stepped back, thinking about it, I stepped in something, and looking down, examining my foot, I realized what it was that I had stepped in. At first, I wondered if you hadn’t come into my room, intending to surprise me or something,” she said admitting with a small smile on her face, though mom knew as I had certainly told her about the few experiences I had had with Karen, and not at all surprised by that either.”But then I remembered and realized it couldn’t have been you, especially with dad just being upstairs at the time, which is when I suddenly realized, that it had to be him! When I thought about that, along with a few other things he’d been doing lately, it suddenly made sense to me. And then after the divorce, when he informed me that because of it I’d have to give up the car, as well as his paying for school, thus forcing me to move back home, I did…though at the time I still wasn’t entirely sure about anything. But then night before last, I came home unexpectedly…” she faltered for a moment as mom reached over hugging her closely to her.”Go on sweetie…tell us what happened.””Well, I came in through the back door, but he obviously didn’t hear me,” she said. “And there he was, watching the TV, which was a video of me masturbating on the bed. I watched him as he walked over to it, actually licking the TV screen where my pussy was, as though he was actually licking me. Can you imagine that?” She said with an edge of pure disgust in her voice. “But then…but then he stood up, jacking himself off and came all over the picture of me on the TV which he’d paused, my mouth wide open as though I was expecting, wanting him to cum in my mouth.”The cat was certainly out of the bag at the moment, and I was entirely unsure of what I could even say.Karen turned towards me. “Yes Jake, at first I was a little angry with you too, realizing that you must have made that recording, but after I watched it, saw it again, and realized what was really going on, I then realized why you did it, and the reason you had for doing it, and though you used me a little in doing it, I understood why. Anyway, it was at that moment that he turned, saw me standing there, his cum still running down the TV screen, he held out his hands towards me, begging me to forgive him for what I’d just witnessed, but then in the very same breath, telling me that he and I could have an intimate relationship together, only if I was willing to listen to him and try to understand how he’d now come to feel about me. Needless to say, I left. I took a day to myself to think about things, and then decided to come here and ask if I could live here with the two of you for a while until I could at least get back on my own two feet again.”#I can tell you that it’s been a few weeks since Karen moved back in with us now. And I have to admit, life’s been good, really, really good. And though I still haven’t managed to figure out how to bring the two of them together quite yet, I’m working on it. Oh yeah, I’m working on it.

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getting my back waxedAbout 3 years ago i decided to go on holiday but i had to get my back shaved as i was a hairy man. I asked my girl friend to shave my back but she said i should get my back waxed so i looked in the local ad’s paper and found a local man who waxes people. I phoned him up and he said come in two days time. I left for his house and when i got there i knocked on his door and when the door opened a man who looked 40yo stood there he said come in and go up stairs in the room and take your clothes off. When i went in the room there was a massage bed which he must of used for waxing giresun escort people i took all my clothes off apart from my boxer shorts. He came in the room and said lye face down on the bed he started to wax my back which seemed to take forever but when he got to the bottom of my back he told me to take off my boxer shorts incase he got wax on them. I took them off and he waxed all the way to my ass-cheeks he then said to me i should get my ass waxed because it would look better i said ok. He waxed my ass and crack then said he was done but then he said he allways gives a massage after escort giresun waxing people i said ok. He started to massage my back working down to my ass he then massaged my ass cheeks slowly rubbing them then i felt him rubbing my ass hole it felt nice so i let him keep doing it i then felt one of his fingers pushing in my hole he started working it in and out he said to me get on all four’s so i did as he said he come behind me and started to rim me my cock instanly got rock hard he then said go with him in the other room he striped his clothes off and we started to kiss each other he giresun escort bayan pushed me on my knee’s and said suck his cock it was my first time sucking an other mans cock so i took my time slowly sucking. He then said get on the bed he grabbed my legs and pushed them up he put his cock to my hole and pushed in it never realy hurt but felt realy nice he started to fuck me hard i could feel his balls hitting off my ass as he got faster he then stoped and said get on all four’s he started to fuck me again he was getting faster and i started to moan then he pulled his cock out and i felt him shooting his cum on my ass and back he fell on to the bed and we started to kiss he then said i can get a shower so i got a shower and he scrubed my back. he said come back anytime so every few month i say to my girl friend im away for a back wax.

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