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I knowingly admit I am a sex addict. I like to be fucked and used over and over again. Having someone own me, to use me whenever they want to makes me feel that my nymphomaniac ways are of some use. I have always dreamed of being a whore. A hooker standing at the corner waiting for a man to pick her. To think she is good enough to fuck. I would write about it in my journal. Never told Master that I desired it. He found it one night while checking my internet traffic. I was never allowed to hide anything from him. This was no different.

“Bitch, get out of bed and in here.” I hear him yell from across the house.

I hardly wake up and he yells it until I get out of bed. Incoherent I wake up and walk to the dining room where he is sitting at the computer.

“What in gods name are all these pictures of”? he says in a gruff voice

“They are hookers daddy”

He grabs my face hard and puts my nose as close to the screen as it can go. I look at the screen and know I am in trouble.

“Why are you looking at these woman in these outfits?” He asked with out letting go of my face.

“I have fantasies about being a hooker Master.” I say swallowing hard

” Why have you not told me that until now?” He growls back at me

“I suppose I was scared Sir, I do not wish for you to think bad things about me.”

“You are to tell me everything you desire, everything you want. You are a whore, we both know that. You have to be fucked on a regular basis. This does not surprise me.” He lets go of my face and laughs

“We will be handling this now. Lets go.”

He pulls me by my hair and takes me into the bedroom. Pushing me hard onto the bed, he points at me and I know to stay right where I am. He rustles around in the closet for several minutes and my eyes start to tear up. I wonder what it is he will be doing to me. I trust him and know that he will take care of me. Understanding that helps my thoughts. He comes out of the closet with a black mini skirt and tank top.

“Put this on little whore, I laid your red lipstick on the counter. I want your hair teased and more makeup then you would ever put on. You are to look like a whore tonight. No questions. You have looked at all those pictures, now make yourself look like that. You Betist have 15 minutes to get ready, then I want you walking to the corner of 22nd and pine. You are to stand there like a hooker would. If someone rides up and asks you to service them, you tell them you are waiting for someone. Do you understand?”

“Are you coming for me?” my voices cracks as I ask.

He says nothing to me, but sets the timer on the bathroom counter and walks out slamming the door behind him. I glance at the clock with my eyes still full of sleep. 4:15 am. My eyes start to tear as I slip on the garter and skirt that Master has laid out for me. I put on the lacy see through tank top with no bra, as he has not laid one out for me. I slip my high heel shoes on and start to worry about walking downtown at this hour. With hands shaking I manage to put my red lipstick on and tease my hair. With applying lots of hairspray I smile at myself in the mirror. This is not like me. I never do my hair like this. Never apply this much makeup. I am embarrassed and feel sexy all at once. The timer goes off and I shut the door behind me. The walk seems forever long to the corner of 22nd. Although I know it is only around 5 minutes. Perhaps 3 blocks is all it is, but it seems like miles. My shoes are already hurting my feet and my eyes are constantly scanning the surrounding environment. I get to the corner and do not see Masters car. I forget to put on my watch, so the time seems to drag on. A few cars pull up asking a price and I fidget trying to tell them I am waiting for someone. One man even talks to me for awhile and I keep looking above the car for Master to save me. He isn?t to be seen.

“Come on, I will give you fifty bucks for a blow job. I cum pretty quickly, you don’t even have to swallow.” The man leans over to the passenger seat of the car.

” I am sorry Sir, but I am waiting for someone.” I say nervously through my muffled words.

“I have a heavy thick cock, It is already growing in my pants. Come on baby.”

He traces my fingertips that are placed on the window of his car. I shake my head no and he tries to talk me in it some more. When he finally gets the hint that I am not biting, he simply yells out a whatever and drives away. I am embarrassed and start Betist Giriş to feel uncomfortable. I walk up and down the street, looking for Master as cars slow down or honk at me. Surprisingly my nipples are erect and my pussy grow wet in my crotch less panties. I was not paying attention as Master pulls up along side of the curb.

“How much?” He says abruptly.

I start to smile and get in, he hit?s the door lock button.

“There are other hookers on the street, I asked how much.”

I swallow hard and look him directly in the eyes.

“50 bucks for a blowjob, 100 for a fuck” I say confidently knowing he wants me to be comfortable.

“And for both?” He asks back.

“You think you can handle both huh?” I chuckle at him taking role. He nods.

“175 for both”I answer back, looking at my nails, trying not to pay attention to him.

“Get in”He opens the door for me

I get in the car and he says not a word. He drives around for a minute and finds a dark alley a few blocks away. He parks the car and immediately starts to grope me. Mauling me with his hands, he tries to kiss me. I tell him that I do not kiss. He does not acknowledge my requests and kisses my mouth hard and long. I push him away and he pushes back even harder. He rips my shirt of and my breast fall with ease. He grabs them hard and tweaks the nipples as hard as he can. My head is thrown back and I gasp for air. He pulls on my nipple rings and my nipples burn with pain and anticipation. He does not focus on one thing very long and soon he is pushing my skirt up with his large hands. Touching my pussy hard, he is invading ever inch of it. He opens the door and pushes me outside. I stand there as he opens his and gets out. He pushes me hard against the brick building and I groan as my head hits. He lifts my legs up and hold me as he rips apart my cunt with his cock. I wonder when he opened his pants as I did not see him do it. He rapes me hard and fucks me for what feels like hours. My cunt is raw, sore and wide open. He bites my nipples as he fucks me. Never looking at me, never seeing if I was okay. Never taking a break to make sure I did not need to use my safe word. Nothing like what our normal scenes are like. He always uses me to his liking but never disregards how I am feeling. This time not a word is said. No conversation, no look. He is treating me just like a whore. Just like those women on the internet. Those in real life. My eyes start to tear as he pounds harder into my cunt. His fingers enter my ass. I moan loud and deep. I am outside myself. My hair is matted to my face, and his. As it devours his face and head.

“Oh yes fuck me, fuck me. Your cock is so large and so deep.” I scream out as he fucks my ass with his fingers.

He does not look up. Simply moans escape his lips and sweat rolls down his face. He pounds me hard and I hold back from cumming. Not knowing if I am allowed to or not. I hold it back with everything inside of me. He suddenly pulls out fast and almost drops me to the ground. I catch my balance and kneel in front of him. He spews hot, sticky cum all over my face and hair as his head is thrown back. He zips up his pants and gets in the car. Leaving me kneeling on the alley pavement with a cum soaked face. I can not move, even if I wanted to.

“In ten minutes I want you to start walking home.” He says as he starts to drive away. “Oh by the way, you are a good fuck” He says as he throws two 100 dollar bills out of the window.

I am shocked and do not know what to say. I look down and all I have on is part of a tank top with a skirt. My high heel shoes are full of mud, and my face and hair are soaked with cum. I am dumbfounded on what to say, or do. So I simply stand there. When I think enough time has passed by, I start to walk home. Only the street lights light the way. I arrive to a dark house. He only left the dining room light on dim. I glance through and the computer desk is bare. There is nothing adorning it. The computer is gone. I walk into the bedroom and a sleeping bag is covering the floor. He is laying in bed reading a book. He does not glance up from it.

“You will never, ever hide things from me again. You have no privileges as of now cunt. You will have no computer and will not be allowed to watch TV. You will be released quicker then you can imagine. Now strip your clothes off and get your ass to bed.”

I take what clothes I have left off, and neatly fold them. I place them in the corner.

“Wash that whore face off too, you look ridiculous.” he growls

I wash it off quickly and look at myself in the mirror. Knowing I will never keep anything from him again. I do not need to be a whore, unless I am his whore.

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I open the building door with a deep sigh. It has been an exceeding long day. Given half a chance, I would sneak into the apartment and settle into the deep whirlpool tub, and forget everything about my life for several hours.

I look longingly at the elevators, as the door slides over and several people steep inside, a few faces among them I recognize but can’t recall their names. Every once in a while it surprises me how few people I know in this building, even after 6 years.

One last glance towards the elevators, then I turn and head for the stairs. It is only four flights, walking them is good for me. I know this, and this is why he insists that the elevators are only for when we are loaded down with groceries or other heavy parcels. Often I want to be angry that I can’t take advantage of this one little convenience, but how can I be angry when he also takes the stairs.

As I start up, I feel how weary I am, and it occurs to me, he would never question me, when I got home. He never asks if I did indeed take the stairs, and after so many years, although I find it wearisome, it doesn’t wind me like it once did. He wouldn’t doubt for a moment that I took the stairs. Yet, I know it would only be moments, before I would confess what I had done. If he were suspicious, if he asked every time I came into the apartment if I had taken the elevator, perhaps I would feel justified in doing it, but he trusts me, and the guilt of omission would eat at me. I laugh at myself as I round the 3rd floor landing. This is precisely why he can trust me, because he knows how much his trust means to me.

Stepping out of the stair well onto out hall, I straighten my skirt. The thoughts of the nice warm bath already fading, in the comfort of knowing he will be inside waiting for me to come home. He has become my world. Sometimes during the day I wonder how I can live this dual life, in the moment forgetting how free I am in his presence.

I unlock the door and step inside. As I put my purse on the table, and hang my coat by the door, I can already feel the comfort of being home again.

I take a deep breath and walk into the living room, and sit down in my chair. His smile warms me as his eyes move from the news program over to my chair that sits next to the television.

“How was your day?”

This is my chance to spill the worries of my day. I use to hate this part of the day. I hated sitting in this chair, but he insisted that this was best. It took me a long time to admit it, but he was right.

Everyday after work I sit in my chair. The one that allows him to just shift his eyes and take in me, and the program he is watching. I use to think he ignored much of what I said as I sat there, feeling like I was competing with the television for his attention, but every time I challenged him, I lost. He was much more aware of what I was saying that I realized, even when he choose not to cast his eyes in my direction.

“My day sucked.”

“Oh?” His head turned towards me in interest. My response, although perhaps more adamant then usual, wasn’t unexpected. I feared one day, he was going to point out to me, that he warned me the promotion with more money and responsibility was going to be more stressful.

“That nitwit, Thomas.”

“Oh.”

“He seems to think because we are working on a project together, he can just do whatever he wants, and I will do all the leg work.”

“Isn’t he in the concepts department?”

“So what?”

He shrugs. “I would have thought ideas where his business, leaving everyone else to deal with the follow through.”

“I have ideas too. I don’t mind doing the leg work, but I should be able to contribute.” He is paying attention to the television. For a moment, I am tempted to make a smart ass comment, but think better of it.

He gives me a lot of leeway. I am lucky that he enjoys the fact that I am intelligent and can hold down a job kuşadası escort and support myself. He doesn’t need me to, but it makes him proud to say his girl, heads up a department in a small but successful marketing firm. His girl. That has always been how he refers to me, when we are among his friends. They know we live together, but are well aware he hasn’t talked of marriage or dating me. There is no talk around the water cooler about fights we have had. I am just his girl, and after 6 years, whatever I am, they are assuming I am here to stay.

“We had a meeting on Monday. We had thrown around ideas, and decided on which one’s to role with. It seemed like we were merging our ideas, and although I had the leg work end of it, I was good with that, but today, when we got in the meeting and I started to go over what we had discussed, he jumped in and announced he thought better of it this morning, and pitched his new concept.”

“And did you say anything?”

“What could I say? He had just gone through, point by point, why the prior concept was wrong.”

“So his new idea was better? If so why are you upset?”

“Because he should have talked to me first.”

“If he had?”

I shrugged. “I would have agreed with him.”

“So just agree with him, and get over it.”

“I can’t believe you!”

His gaze turns towards me, and his eyebrow lifts. It is an expression I know I should be careful around. “You can’t?”

“It’s not about the idea. It’s about how he treated me.”

He turns back towards the television. “Perhaps he recognizes you for what you are.”

“What I am?”

“Yes.”

“What is that suppose to mean?”

He sighs deeply and without look at me says, “Take off your blouse.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

His head doesn’t turn. His attention seems to be entirely on the television. He doesn’t do this. This time, in the chair, is the time for me to transition, he told me. It is my chance to tell him how my day was in the real world of business and coworkers. This is where I sat and talked about the things that happened in the office. This is where I sat and told him about the construction worker that yelled obscenities at me, until I lifted my skirt enough that he could see my thong because I was in that kind of mood.

This was my time to deal with the world outside, and when I was done, I would go to his bedroom and change into whatever had had laid out for me, and then when I came back, it didn’t matter what happened outside that door, when I came back, I belonged to him.

“Well?” he suddenly asked. He wasn’t looking at me, but I could see his eyebrow twitching to come up.

I started to pull my blouse from my skirt and over my head, feeling the silky fabric brush against my skin, causing a little shiver to run through me.

“Not like that. Slowly. One button at a time.”

I bit my lip slightly, but let my blouse fall back down. My hands twitched nervously for a moment in my lap, then I started to play with the bottom button until it fell open. My hands moved up to the next one, and as it slipped through the button hole, I could feel the edges of the blouse brush my stomach sending a shiver through me. My hands continued to move up the row…

“Now, don’t you think he might have recognized you for what you are?”

I could feel my breathing getting a little irregular, as I tried to respond and keep my fingers moving. “I’m not like that at work.”

He chuckled. “You don’t act like that at work, but dear, you are what you are, and some of us see it right off.”

As the next to the last button slipped free, I answered, “Even if he did, treating me like that at work isn’t appropriate.”

“It is hard for someone who knows, to give a slut respect.”

My fingers fall from the last button, my blouse pulling back, one button above my cleavage holding my blouse together, the kuşadası escort bayan bottom spreading open and sliding to the sides.

He glanced up and smiled, seeing the look of surprise on my face. “Maybe you should give him a nice warm blow job next time you see him, then both of you would be sure of where you belong.”

I felt my body stiffen. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had me treat others before, but this was my work. There had been a line in the sand, and he had never crossed when it came to work.

“Your blouse isn’t off.” He said.

My hands moved back to the last button. “Now don’t you think if you just got over it, and gave him a treat you would both feel better, maybe then he could communicate with you better, and you would get less stressed over his not respecting you so much.”

“I… I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“No?”

I arched slightly as I let my blouse slide down my arms. It is an automatic movement that comes from so many years of showing myself to him. “No. I have to work with him for who knows how long.”

“It might be good to have someone who could give you a little relief at work.”

The blouse slides off, onto the chair. “If anyone found out…”

“I know you wouldn’t tell, and I doubt your friend would tell, it wouldn’t be to his advantage to tell.”

I stared at him. I thought his ability to shock me had ceased to exist years ago. I could feel my chest rising and falling as I watched him. I was shuttering slightly.

“I think the bra next.”

“Please.”

“Okay, then off with it.”

“No, please don’t make me do this.”

He looked at me, a bemused expression. “Make you undress? That isn’t so shocking, and I would think we would both agree that is my right.”

“Let me change first.”

“Bra.”

I closed my eyes, not looking at him as I reached behind me and unfastened the clasps. My body quivered, and I could feel my nipples stiffen, as it slide down my arms exposing them to the cool air. I quivered slightly, realizing how difficult this was for me, just because I was still dressed for work. I still felt like the head of my department. It was difficult for me, to remember like this, that I existed for his pleasure when I was at home with him.

I jumped when his hand moved over my shoulder, then slowly down to cup one of my breasts. Looking up at him, I could see him smile. “I know this isn’t easy, but trust me, it is what you need right now.”

“Need?” I questioned him.

“Yes, now stand up.”

I stood, feeling a little light headed. He reached over and unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me only in my thigh highs, heels and panties.

“Okay you can sit back down.”

I sat as he returned to the couch and said nothing as his attention moved to the television. I could feel the angry boiling inside me. He knew I wasn’t prepared, this was suppose to be my time to get the real world out of my system before I changed and allowed myself to slip down into the world of his girl. Doing it like this threw me. I was nervous, and angry, and unsure of how to react.

“Spread your legs.”

I opened them, as he continued to watch the television and not me.

“Now use your fingers, and imagine him watching you. Think about what it would feel like to sit nearly naked in his office, and show him how you pleasure yourself.”

“Don’t make me do this.”

“It’s for the best, don’t you trust me?”

“The best?”

“Yes, you forget who you are in that office, I’m just reminding you who you are, deep down, no matter where you are, how you are dressed.”

I bite down hard on my lip, and start by pushing a finger against myself, spreading my legs to either side of the chair. He sits there, not looking at me, and I want to be angry for him ignoring me so. Tonight this doesn’t feel like a game. I don’t feel like trying escort kuşadası harder and harder to distract him. I want him to see how this is messing with my head, how this is hurting me.

I pull the thin string of my panties aside and I roughly push a finger inside me, just wanting this done. I close my eyes.

“Where would you be sitting in his office if you were doing this for real?”

His voice startles me, and I struggle to keep the tears back. “What?”

“I told you to picture him watching you, where are you?”

“On his desk.”

“And where is he?”

I tremble slightly seeing his office. I can almost feel the cool glass of his office desk under my ass, and catch myself wondering if the monitor mounted under it would create a warm spot if I slide back over it.

“In his chair watching me.” I say almost automatically, realizing I was seeing the view from his windows over the city. I hate that I can see it, that I suddenly can see him in that expensive chrome and leather chair.

“That would give him a nice view.”

I push my finger in hard, just wanting this over with, unsure that with this image I will be able to complete the task, but feeling unable to refuse. My hand moves harder, deeper.

“Put your thumb on that clit. Come now, I know how you do it when you want to give yourself pleasure.”

I do as I am told, and hate the fact at that moment that he knows me so well. My thumb starts moving against my clit, as my finger moves faster, I feel my breath catch, as my body starts to respond. I can’t handle it all and as I respond, as my body gets wetter, I can no longer do it all, and the tears start to slide down my face. Thomas’ face is the one in my minds eye. I am filled with anger at him, and yet my body is responding to his watching me. I hate him in that moment, and yet, I feel something start to chance inside, my back arches pushing against my fingers.

It becomes automatic and another finger slides in, and I gasp through the tears, my breathing becoming hard and rhythmic. My body is responding as I gasp loudly, and arch again.

I hate what is happening, as I feel my hips rocking. The movements of my hand becoming automatic, and I am thinking of Thomas sitting there, and I feel humiliated in front of him, but I can’t stop, and I cry out as I thrust my body forward, arching hard as I cum.

I feel the tears still running down my face, sliding down my neck, and onto my breasts. I hate thinking of Thomas seeing my like that, loosing my position in that moment. I catch my breath. As I do, I noticed the tension that had filled me seems to be gone.

There is no sound in the room except for the television.

“It is a lot of stress for you, being something you are not all day.”

“I’m not being…”

“Don’t lie to me or yourself.”

I sit in silence.

“Come over here.”

I stand and walk over to him. He reaches out and runs his hand along the curve of my hip. I reach up and try to wipe the tears from my face and he smiles.

“Feel better.”

I want to shout of course not, but the truth is I do. There is a stillness inside me, so I nodded even as I resist.

“I thought so. You would feel better if you did it for real. I have no doubt it would relieve pressure for both of you, but I’m not going to make that kind of work decision for you.”

I sigh with relief.

“I do have a suggestion. If you don’t seek that honesty with him for real, that when you get that upset, you find some quiet place to take a few minutes and relieve yourself thinking of him.”

“I don’t want him that way.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I don’t.”

He shrugs. “It looked like you did, but what do I know, maybe just a reminder of what you are, was all you needed, but I don’t think so.”

“At work, I’m not…”

He reaches out and runs his finger under the thong pulling it up slightly.

“Even in your work clothes you are, even if you try to forget. Why don’t we have some dinner.”

I turn to go to his bedroom to change.

“Na uh.”

“Huh?”

“Stay like you are, I think I want my professional girl tonight. Let’s see what mischief she can get up to.”

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When our youngest daughter, Teri, left school, it was the end of an era.

No more delivering and collecting kids from this school activity or the after class detentions.

After class detentions, we would have welcomed those when I was at school, instead of the beatings, which were handed out wily nilly.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying we did not deserve to be punished but in my case it was always a multiple of spankings.

Our school had what was called an open policy. It was a new innovation of the wonderful 60’s.

All classes were mixed, which made all punishments open to both boys and girls.

I remember one incident involving 2 class members. The teacher was Miss Jarvis.

She was a 50 something year old spinster. Hair in a bun and a buttoned up blouse and she always wore a thin blue skirt.

Our class was mainly 18 year olds, in their last year with odd student who had gone 19.

“Kelly Allerdice come to my desk.” This always meant trouble.

“You were seen by a playground monitor entering school over the playing fields.

You know this is contrary to school rules don’t you?”

“Yes Miss Jarvis.”

Miss Jarvis moved her chair in front of her desk.

“Right young lady knickers off and over my knee.”

Kelly immediately lowered her regulation green knickers to the floor and stepped out of them hanging them on the backrest of Miss Jarvis’s chair.

She placed herself over Miss Jarvis’s knee.

Miss Jarvis wasted no time; she lifted Kelly’s skirt up and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt.

Kelly’s bottom was facing the whole class and you could see her wince when Miss Jarvis’s next instruction came, “legs apart Kelly.”

Kelly was 18 and very well developed.

As she spread her legs there was a transformation from a cute hairy slit to an open cavern, all pink and in creases.

Miss Jarvis had started, when she spanked she took no prisoners. Girls got exactly the same as boys and Kelly was soon blubbering and by the time 40 spanks had arrived she was a heartbroken naughty schoolgirl.

“Stand up Kelly, stand in front of the black board, Alice Jones.”

Alice new she would be called as the playground monitor was an old adversary and had it in for her. Alice had once told tales on her for smoking. A grave sin, the punishment was a caning in font of the whole school assembly on the stage, bottom to the audience.

You had to change into your gym outfit if you were to make a star appearance. The girls wore their regulation green knickers. Green skirt and a white vest top which allowed nothing to the imagination for well-built girls.

The playground monitor had to march onto the stage with 2 the other girls accused.

The routine was, the girls removed their knickers, boys shorts, and stood facing the curtain with your back to the audience till assembly was over.

The skirts were very short and you could see the hot cross bun shape as their legs met their bottoms.

After the morning assembly, in, any other business, each girl to be punished had to climb up onto the punishment horse in turns, an adapted vaulting horse.

She would grip the 2 handles over the other side thus pushing her bottom pointing skywards. Her legs then had to be on either side of the punishment horse legs.

The young kids at the front of the assembly must have thought it was heaven, seeing girls of 18 showing their slits to the school.

Further back it was harder to make out the images but imagination is a fantastic thing and most of the older boys needed constant cock in pants adjustment.

Once in position the head master, Mr. Bell told the pupils the crime and the amount of strokes to be administered, usually six. In this case it was 10 as it was a second offence.

He let the first stoke go to a silent hall. Everyone heard the swish as it cut through the air and the thwap as it hit naked skin followed 3 seconds later by a scream.

He gave her 10 vicious strokes, evenly spaced as if done by a ruler, he was an old hand at caning and made sure that with a school of 1300 pupils that he got a regular supply, mainly in his office.

No one dare jump up from the horse as the punishment for that was being tied by hand and legs with the straps fixed onto the horse, and a double punishment and a repeat the next morning.

Next, kuşadası escort came his instruction, the first girl removed herself on shaky legs and immediately put her hands on her head, a spanking on the already stripped bottom was punishment for not abiding to that rule. She was an emotional wreck with free flow tears and earth shattering sobs.

It was unfortunate for her as her left tit had released itself from its chamber and was hanging over her vest top, what a result for the front row. You could see the boys fidgeting as hard ons took over their bodies.

The next girl assumed the position and was given six cuts of his cane. She was a change for the front row as she was blonde. We could not see her hairs but they could, but we could all admire her gaping slit.

She too was stood in front of the pupils whilst the last girl, of African descent took her place.

She also assumed the position. What an arse and what a covering of hair, how does she pee through that my mate said?

She got her six and she too lost a tit, a real beauty.

New to me was this anatomy. A black tit with a jet-black nipple, what fun to be in among them two I thought.

The head told the audience the show was over and we were all dismissed.

The head master told the three girls they had to stand at the front of the stage face the curtain and touch their toes. This was to show all what a cig would earn them.

They could not stand or touch their bottoms until the hall had been cleared and their form teacher came for them.

After a stage punishment all the children filed out in front of the stage to see for them selves how harsh it was if you broke the rules. All the young boys had tent poles sticking out in front of their pants as they glanced at the upturned girls.

The girls on the other hand walked slower to get a good view of each girls treasure. Even the girls from older years who had seen it all before took their time viewing from every angle.

I found out some years later why, a boy will see at least one and hopefully many slits in his lifetime from every advantage point. A girl who owns one may never have the chance to see other slits shapes and sizes as it is difficult to see your own and they all look the same from the front.

I have never thought my self as lucky but guess who was in the chair party, putting chairs away after assembly, on that day?

All the chairs stacked under the stage so I got a special viewing. The black slit mesmerized me.

I thought it was beautiful; the contrasting colours of each crease and fold, the bright pink of the inner lips the shock of dark black curly hair and her tit hanging down with her pronounced nipple almost touching the floor.

It took about 10 minutes to finish our task and just before we left Mr. Crane came into the hall, he was the girls form teacher.

He went onto the stage to the 3 still sobbing girls.

He asked them all to step forward 2 paces. He then landed an almighty spank on each girl’s bottom. Went back to the beginning and did it again.

In total 5 full bloodied spanks. This brought more tears and screams to the girls.

Stand up, he instructed, if you ever bring shame to my form again you find yourselves over my knee every day for a week, do I make myself clear?

“Yes Sir” came the crying response.

He slapped the 2 girls who had their tits out fully on the nipples, right put those away and follow me.

You can all leave your knickers off too; it will save me a job this afternoon when you are in detention.

He left the room with 3 sorry, sobbing girls following him.

So my plan was to find an excuse between now and home time to be able to spy on his detention class, I still had not had my fill of girls naked bottoms.

Got it, I asked Brian Paikes if he would swap his plant monitor job he was doing tonight with me for tomorrow night. I told him in had dental appointment.

“Sure no problem,” he said.

I planned my campaign; all the plant monitor did was cut off dead leaves and flowers and feel if the soil was dry.

During morning play time and dinnertime I sorted all the plants needs so I was free after school.

The classrooms were one big hall separated by sliding doors to make 3 separate classrooms.

When the bell went for home time kuşadası escort bayan I went to the potting shed and picked up the mini watering can and the wastebasket.

I left for the potting shed then opened the two sliding doors slightly of the middle classroom.

I could squeeze through the first door and the second door just gave me a view of his desk at the far end of his room. As I sat waiting the whole school fell into silence.

I tip toed into the middle classroom as I heard his voice get louder.

He told them again of the shame and embarrassment they had all brought on his form and he did not see why he alone should be embarrassed.

“Right girls strip.”

All three gasped together but a second later were removing their gym vests. What would they take off next?

What does a girl think is her most private possession, her tits or her slit, I was about to find out, tits or slit, slit or tits.

I would have guessed wrong it was their slits.

Each girl removed her bra next then her gym skirt, they had already left their knickers off.

Trainers and socks too, I said strip and he slapped the girl nearest to him hard across both bare cheeks, now hands on heads.

Wow

“Now jog around the classroom.”

Feel the embarrassment as I look at three pathetic naughty girls running round naked with their hands on their heads and their tits sticking out.

As they approached his desk he said stop.

Each pick up one trainer.

“Ok carry on round the room.”

Each girl showed the scars of this morning’s war.

Two once white bottoms with angry red stripes across and one black bottom with what appeared to be white stripes on. All the stripes were raised well above the bottoms.

“When I tell you to stop you will tell me that you have been a naughty girl and will I please spank you with your trainer, ok?”

“Yes Sir.”

Had he seen me he walked straight to where I was hiding and stopped and turned with his back to me

After 2 more laps he called stop right in front of my position.

Because it was winter the daylight had gone and the classrooms apart from his were in darkness.

I moved back a little and waited.

The first girl was pretty skinny and had lovely firm round tits that seemed to cling to her body; how one escaped during her caning is beyond me, her nipples were pink but not fully extended. Her belly was flat and she had a very tidy triangle of brownish curly hair covering the top of her slit.

“Please Sir,” she said, “I have been a very naughty girl and would you please spank me with my trainer?”

Happy to oblige, you two keep moving round, it will be your turn soon enough.

“Grasp your ankles and do not move or scream out.” She never responded so he hit her a hard spank on her right cheek, “well?”

“Yes sir sorry Sir.”

“Right,” he raised his arm above his shoulder and brought it down with force on her right cheek, then her left cheek, then right again.

She got 5 on each cheek and was crying uncontrollably. “Stand, what do you say?”

“Thank you Sir.”

Her tits were following her heavy breaths,” join the others.”

“May I rub my bottom Sir?”

“Of course, I am not without feelings” he said.

“Stop.”

The second girl got the same speech.

“Please Sir,” she said, “I have been a very naughty girl and would you please spank me with my trainer?”

“Happy to oblige, carry on you two.”

She was bigger all round than the girl who went first. She had full tits slightly sagging under the weight with pronounced pink nipples.

A bit of a chubby belly and a pussy of blond hair.

When she bent over I saw her blond hair all over her lips, did the other girl shave her lips I wondered, as she was quite smooth there.

With her legs open and her lips parted it looked like a magical forest, waiting to be explored. Thwack, Owwwwww broke my concentration, she too got 5 hard spanks with her trainer on each cheek making her bottom wobble with each swat.

“Stand; join the others,” as she jogged round in floods of tears her tits were up and down to her pace.

“Stop,” it was the last girl’s time.

“Carry on you two,” the girl passed Mr. Crane her trainer.

“Please sir she said, I have been a very very naughty girl and would escort kuşadası like it if you please spank me with my trainer on my bare bottom sir?”

What a speech just to be whipped I thought.

“Of course my dear, please bend.”

She eased herself over and grasped her ankles.

She was by far the best developed of the 3.

Huge tits, the biggest I had ever seen, even in my special books, nipples like fireworks just ready to explode into take off, not sure of her belly I had lingered on her tits.

Her mound was a mass of jet-black hair.

When she was over with her legs together it was a beautiful sight of hills and valleys.

Legs apart, was the instruction.

She spread her legs and her juices ebbed and flowed over her folds, boy was she excited about something.

Thwack, came the first wave of punishment, thank you sir she said.

The second cheek the same all the way to number 9, I noticed Mr. Crane raise his arm higher, it knocked the puff out of her and she let out a whimper.

“Stand.”

“Thank you for spanking my naughty bottom with my trainer Sir” she said sobbing.

“You are most welcome, join the others.”

He let them jog round a few more times then pulled out the first girl near his desk. Then the second.

“I hope you two have learnt your lessons.”

“Yes Sir” they both said. He grabbed each by the arm and gave them 5 hard swats with his hand, which brought an immediate response of tears.

“Now get dressed in 1 minute or you will spend some time over my knee.”

The girls did not need any other encouragement to quickly get dressed, they did not bother with their bras and knickers, picked up the note from the headmaster to take home and get signed and left the room.

“Right stop, come here,” he said to the last girl.

She approached him and stood close so her huge tits were toughing his arm, how much better can this get I wondered and took my cock out.

It did not need much encouragement before it had reached its full throbbing size.

I rubbed it up and down as fast as my hand would go. I was a pro at wanking, I’d done it since I was 9. I persevered with it through all the dry come days, into the clear come days and now into my white come days.

I wanked 2 or 3 times a day if I could think of something to wank about.

I certainly had a year worth here and still some to come.

“Now my dear are you sorry for what you have done?”

“Oh yes Sir.”

“I think I may need you to go over my knee for a final spanking.”

“Oo yes please Sir.”

She threw up her tits and placed herself over his knee, well forward so her slit was almost in his face.

“This looks a little sore is it?”

“Its not too bad Sir.”

He brought his hand down with a light slap and gently spanked her. Then the spanking stopped and his hand moved between her legs and she cooooed.

“Oh sir, thank you sir, then came the crescendos Oooooooooooooooooooooo, thank you Sir.”

Her climax helped cover mine, I was about to come but where could I spit it, I picked up my small watering can and stuck the end of my cock into it, Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

Was that the best wank ever?

“Oh Sir I seem to have wet your trousers a little,” she said on standing up.

“Not a problem, now can I help you dress?”

“Oh thank you Sir.”

He picked up her bra and from the front held her by her nipple and placed it into a cup, same with her other tit.

“Ooooooo thanks you,” she fastened it from behind and he placed his hand in each cup to make sure she was comfortable.

He then took her green knickers and held them open for her, I was getting stiff again, she lifted one leg then the other as he started to pull them up.

He sopped at her cheeks and said her hair looked to be in the way and he moved his hand over her slit and clit.

I rubbed my cock again furiously hoping we could come together again.

Oooooooooooo, Ahhhhhhhh I responded at the same time with another lot of fertilizer for the watering can.

He removed his hand and lifted it to his mouth, it was wet with her passion and he licked it dry.

He finished pulling her knickers up and left her to do the boring bits of gym vest, skirt and trainers.

“Will you need to see me again Sir?” She asked.

Yes, it is Saturday tomorrow; I think a Monday detention don’t you?”

“Thanks you Sir,” as she brushed passed him he went up her skirt and down her pants for one last touch.

“Ok off you go.”

I waited till all was quiet, I emptied the watering can over the Yukka plant, and very apt I thought.

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He returned to work on Monday morning, sore in ways that he had never even thought possible. Juliet’s introduction to new pleasures had made him feel like a new man. Albeit, one with a sore backside and legs that felt like gelatin. Not once throughout the weekend though did he penetrate Juliet. It had always been the other way around. It really didn’t occur to them until he was walking through the office. Nevertheless, a smile was plastered across his lips. He had remained with her until early Sunday afternoon when she finally kicked him out. She had stood there in her bathrobe, smiling at him as he got dressed.

“Now, remember,” Juliet said to him. “No touching your cock unless you’re on the phone with me. And definitely no orgasms without my permission. Is that clear, toy?”

“Yes, Mistress,” He said, rising to his feet.

The two had shared a passionate kiss, not unlike lovers, before he left. Easing himself carefully into the chair at his desk, he got to work but his mind was always drawn to thoughts of the past week and weekend. His focus drifted to thoughts of Juliet. Of her body and her touch, the new pleasures that drove him wild. All of him left him aching against his slacks. Even his conversations with his co-workers were fumbled and mismanaged. Eventually, after doing some breathing and getting some more coffee, he managed to take some semblance of focus back. That was until he got the text message. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Normally, he wouldn’t check his phone in the morning. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach it was Mistress. Checking over his shoulder, he pulled his phone out and saw the text.

Hope you had a kuşadası escort good weekend, my lovely slave. Here’s something to remember it by.

Attached was a photo that he didn’t remember her taking. It was no wonder he didn’t remember. The picture showed him on all fours on the bed. His ass was up and buried inside of it was the vibrating toy. One of her hands was in the frame, holding the base of the toy, the other holding the phone and taking the photo. His eyes went wide as he shut off the screen before anyone could see the picture. He was embarrassed a bit but also his cock was straining hard against his slacks. It was unbelievable how hot it was. His phone buzzed again. Keeping it under his desk, he checked it once more.

I wanted the phot to be a surprise. If you don’t like it, I’ll delete it and never take one again without your permission.

He immediately began to type again. It is a surprise, Mistress, but not one I don’t like. It’s an incredible photo and I’m aching thinking about tonight.

She responded quickly enough. Good toy. I’ll see you at 7 PM sharp tonight. Enjoy the rest of your day.

There was nothing more he wanted to do than touch his cock and find some semblance of release. He couldn’t do that here, at the office. Even if he hurried off to the bathroom, what good what it do him? The idea alone of jerking off at work definitely kept his motor running. He checked the clock at the bottom right corner of the computer screen. 11:55 AM. It was going to be a long day for certain.

Juliet couldn’t help but smirk to herself after she sent those texts and got his response. They had been doing this kuşadası escort bayan for barely a week and he was already bending over for her toys. There was much potential in him. She didn’t want to scare him off by pushing too far. For now, she was content with teasing him and slowly letting the water simmer around him.

5 PM came around and he could not leave fast enough. Inside his car, he finally felt a bit of relaxation. His cock was aching for his attention but he couldn’t touch it yet. Not in the parking lot where someone might find him. Getting the car going, he drove him and almost got into an accident as his mind wandered again. He really needed to get his head clear and he could only think of one way to do it. In through the front door of his apartment, he quickly tossed aside his suit onto the floor and got onto the couch. The head of his member was dripping with precum, rolling down the narrow cum vein of his shaft. It was 6 PM and he needed to touch himself. Reaching down though, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t wrap his hand around his aching member. As much as he wanted to, he remembered Mistress Juliet’s words and abstained. His hand curled into a fist and slammed down onto his thigh.

It was the longest hour of his life. He didn’t bother to put his clothes back on, only heading to the kitchen to heat up something for dinner and help pass the time. Even while trying to clear his head, all he could think about was his Mistress. His cock never lost a bit of hardness. Once 7 PM rolled around, his phone rang. It was her.

He answered but before he could even speak, she was talking. “Hello, my favorite toy. Did escort kuşadası you have a good day?” His voice failed him, finding nothing more than a weak whimper. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Mistress,” He panted. “Can I touch my cock? It’s been so hard not to do it all day. That picture you sent me and thinking about you. If I don’t masturbate now, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Juliet giggled on the other end of the line. “Oh? Is my toy horny and needing to beat his cock for his Mistress?”

“Yes,” He breathed, his hand hovering over his member.

“I don’t think so,” She said firmly. “You need to learn a bit of patience. You didn’t even ask me how my day was.” His groan of frustration followed her words and her giggles were returned. “No. I think you need to punished for being such a naughty toy. I’m not going to let you touch your cock tonight. In fact, I don’t think I’ll let you touch it for the rest of the week.”

His stomach dropped upon hearing those words. “Please, Mistress,” He whispered into the phone. “I won’t be able to go that long without getting off. It’s only been one day and I’m ready to burst.”

“Well,” Juliet said. “There is one way to relieve that pressure you’re feeling.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything.”

Juliet giggled. “Do you have anything long and hard you could use?”

He paused as he processed what she was talking about. “You don’t mean…?”

“You could milk your prostate,” She said. “Or, you could suffer from a case of blue balls until Friday. Your call, my toy.”

His eyes were drawn to the kitchen next to where he sat. There, in a tin holding cup were several cooking utensils with long, firm plastic handles. Was he really going to do this? Standing from the couch, he made his way over to the kitchen to select the implement he was going to use.

“That’s what I thought,” Juliet said as she heard him rattling around, figuring out which one he wanted to use.

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We hadn’t had sex in a few days. The pressure was building. I would get hard for seemingly no reason at all. If I was horny, well, she must be going crazy. There was no way I would ever be able to satisfy her in just one session by myself…absolutely no way.

The way she could orgasm was proof that she was built for sex. Her lovely ass that was fit for a 25 year old. Her solid B-cup, no-droop breasts with nipples squarer and larger than pencil erasers. She could climax from nipple stimulation alone. Her “sexability” was scary. She could probably fuck me to death (literally) if she tried.

She told me to wake her up when I got home. Well, this is the one night she will never forget. She will probably never say that to me again…then again, she probably will a hundred times. Ha!

It took months but I finally found someone that met all of my criteria to help me with my little endeavor. I wanted to turn the tables and fuck her senseless. I wanted her to be the one to be totally exhausted when all was said and done. I wanted her to thank me for the experience and then fall asleep from sexual exhaustion. Begging me to stop bringing her to orgasm…actually, us to stop bringing her to orgasm. I wanted another first. Can I cause a woman to pass out from climaxing? We shall see.

He is about 6′ tall. He’s in good shape, not overly muscular but no slouch either. He’s about 10 years younger than us and he carries a big stick. This and his stamina were a must. He proved he was clean and safe (shooting blanks so no babies here). He is single and very flexible with his schedule. So I set it up.

I scheduled leave for midnight. She does not go to bed early so I had to make sure she was asleep. I advised him to get a nap and I would meet him at his place. Once there, I looked it over to make sure we had everything covered:

Rope – check; Nipple clamps – check; Bondage tape – check; Lube – check; Camera – check; Video Camera – check

Everything appeared in order. At 1230, I had texted her that I was going to bed. She said she was tired and was going to bed as well. At 2am, I backed into the driveway as far back as possible. We walked around to the back door under the deck. I had turned off the sensor so it wouldn’t make a sound. Once we were in, we took our shoes off so we wouldn’t make any noise on the wood floors upstairs. We went upstairs with the hood, ball gag and cuffs (for both wrists and ankles).

We crept into the room very slowly and quietly. I made sure there was just enough light for us to see by but she could not see much at all. I motioned to go back into the hallway.

Once I saw her position, I told him we would push her to her stomach and he would cuff her arms while I put on the hood. Once we did that, he would cuff her ankles while I rolled up the hood a little, applied the gag and then rolled the hood down over it. She would effectively be prevented from screaming, fighting or seeing anything.

It went off like clockwork. She was completely caught by surprise. I was putting the ball gag in as she was just realizing what exactly was happening. By then, he had already cuffed her wrists kuşadası escort and ankles. She was ours. We were going to carry her out of here over my shoulder and down the stairs. Once downstairs, he would put his shoes on then I would hand her to him. I would put mine on the drape her with a blanket. Once locked up, we would walk out front where we would dump her in the back of the expedition. The lights had been covered with tape so they wouldn’t give us away and look like we were actually kidnapping someone.

I drove so he could caress her body. She would not recognize his touch and wouldn’t know what was going on. I’m sure she was WIDE awake by this point. He made a comment that she was really wet. He continued to grope her private parts at will for the 20 minute ride. He even made a comment that he couldn’t wait to punish her with his cock.

Once there, we traded roles. I picked her up and he draped her with the blanket so he could unlock his place and let us in. I carried her to a table where I laid her on her back after he cuffed her hands in front of her.

We stretched her arms out and restrained them with the rope. The legs followed. She was at our mercy. However, she still had her clothes on. He produced a pair of scissors and lightly brushed them against her breasts. He told her he was going to cut all of her clothes off and then she was his.

He slowly cut off her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. As soon as the last snip was made, her breasts were bare in all their glory. Her nipples were larger than I had ever seen. She was more excited than I could have ever imagined.

He grabbed both her breasts in his hands and started kneading them somewhat roughly. She started to moan around the gag. He began talking to her. Telling her that she was such a tease to all the men with her fantastic body and he was going to user her for his enjoyment as he continued to knead her breasts. She moaned louder and a wet spot grew between her legs.

He made a small cut in her pants and then ripped at them until they fell off. She was now completely exposed as she wasn’t wearing any panties. I had helped to rip off her pants.

He went back to her breasts and started pawing at them roughly. She started moaning again. At that time, I rolled up the hood and popped the gag out then rolled the hood back down. It had an opening for the mouth but she couldn’t see and made it difficult to hear as well.

When he put his lips to her breasts, I thought she was going to faint. I’m sure she knew I was the other guy as we had discussed this fantasy of hers before. However, I haven’t said a word, nor have I touched her intimately in any way.

He licked her nipples and sucked her breasts roughly. I don’t think he realized just how hot her body was until he saw it naked even though he had seen her in public before.

As a matter of fact, we had dinner together one night! I said he was a buddy from past employment. In actuality, it was a meeting to see if there was any chemistry. They got along great so I figured it was a go.

He made his way down between her legs. He rubbed and probed her roughly kuşadası escort bayan but she pushed against him almost begging for more. She was like a bitch in heat. He even made a comment that she was super-hot and probably on the verge of her first climax. He toyed with her and kept getting her close but refusing to allow her to cum.

While this was going on, I leaned over and kissed her. This was the first time I let her know that her fantasy was being fulfilled…albeit slightly different that she had originally imagined. I then broke the kiss and placed my cock on her lips. She sucked it right in. I slowly lowered and raised myself as I watched it disappear and then reappear. Mmmmmm, what a fantastic sight and feeling.

He stopped abruptly. I could see he could no longer contain himself. He walked to her head and placed his near rigid cock at her lips. She opened her mouth and gladly accepted it.

At which time, I moved between her legs and rapidly plunged myself in. The sensation was more than she expected. She was already trying to work his entire cock into her mouth. I could see it snaking its way down her throat. She would begin to gag and he would hold it there for a moment before removing it. I timed my movements with his. I would withdraw every time he thrust forward. The difference was I would slam my cock home every time. This made her moan loudly followed by gagging. I was in heaven…as was she!!

This went on for about 10 minutes. She climaxed at least twice while I fucked her and his member was in her mouth. She would grind against me as I pounded her. She continued to struggle to get his member down her throat. She didn’t lack the effort though. She was really getting into it.

We decided it was time for a change. We untied her and stood her up. She was a little woozy so she couldn’t struggle. By the time she had her feet under her, she was already cuffed with her hands behind her back.

He said he wanted to take her from behind so we walked her to the couch. He leaned her over the arm of the couch so she was at the exact height to penetrate her. I climbed onto the couch and grabbed her by the hair. I held her head up while he rubbed the head of his penis up and down her slit. She actually begged him to put it in. He told her to say it again. She pleaded even more and asked him to fuck her hard. She said she needed to be taught a lesson to stop teasing all the men. He shoved the full 8″ up into her in one swift push. Her mouth was wide open and a guttural moan escaped it. All she said was “I’ve never been so full in my life!”

I gave her a minute to get used to it. That’s all the time it took for her to have her first orgasm. It was loud. VERY LOUD! It almost sounded like she was crying it was so intense. I didn’t think it would ever subside which made me even harder. Holding her by the hair, I began to use her mouth to fuck my penis. What a magnificent sight! It was all I could do to hold back. I would have to pause every 30 seconds to keep from cumming myself.

He tore her up like this for s good 20 minutes. She must have climaxed 5 or 6 times, each one as escort kuşadası intense as the last. I continued to use her mouth as I held her by the hair. The hood kept her blind the entire time.

We both needed a break…for the moment. He grabbed us cold drinks. I helped Jill up to her feet and placed a drink at her lips and helped her with it. We weren’t done with her so I wasn’t letting her go nor was I going to let her see anything.

Above his bed was an eyebolt. We helped her up into a kneeling position on the bed. With her hands cuffed in front, we raised them straight up and tied them to the eyebolt. Her breasts were sticking straight out in all their glory. He sucked on one while I sucked the other. I reached down and played with her clit simultaneously. She was squirming and moaning like crazy. She climaxed with yet another scream.

With that, he climbed under her. He raised her by the hips and impaled her on his cock. She climaxed immediately. I continued working over her breasts with my hands and lips. No way was I going to let an opportunity like this go to waste. Her breasts are delicious to begin with but there beyond imagination in this position. He kept bouncing her on his dick for what seemed an eternity. I had climbed on the bed and put my dick in her mouth. My hand was on the back of her head so she couldn’t take her mouth off. She was moaning around my dick which was driving me crazy. She came again and almost became limp.

We had been going at it for about 2 hours now non-stop. She had at least 20 orgasms if not more. At least 10 were screaming orgasms. She was finally getting worn out.

We lowered her arms but kept them cuffed. We decided to keep her on the bed and put a wedge under her hips. Her arms were then cuffed behind her back.

He rubbed his cock up and down her slit until she begged for it once again. Just like before, he buried it with one stroke. Same response…she came. You could tell she was getting physically tired because she didn’t have the energy to scream out but it was still very intense. I left her alone and let her enjoy this pounding without any interference.

Ten more minutes was all he lasted. I uncuffed her hands and cuffed them in front as he rolled her on her stomach. He placed his penis in her mouth until he was ready to cum. He pulled out and orgasmed all over her breasts. His last order was for her to rub it in like lotion. She did it without hesitation. Afterwards, she lay there exhausted.

I uncuffed her hands and sat her up after a few minutes. The blind was left on but I handed her a drink. When she was done, I helped her stand and had her wrap the blanket around her. At which time, I carried her to the car.

We were almost home before I told her she could remove the hood. She was trying to sleep. I had never seen her so beautiful before. Even though I had tinges of jealousy during the whole episode, I would do it 100 more times after seeing how she reacted physically.

Once home, I carried her inside and put her to bed. It was almost 6am by then. Thank goodness we didn’t have the boys and she didn’t have to work today. She could rest up. Unfortunately, I still had not cum and was at the bursting point. Every time I pictured what went on, I wanted to cum. My time would have to wait. Looking down on her as she slept, I know she would be grateful for having her fantasy fulfilled. I wonder what her next fantasy will be.

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Having all enjoyed their first cum, the guys made sandwiches and drank more beer. They sat around Sue – touching her, playing with her body. They teased, they pinched, they slapped, and they played with her sensitive, engorged clit. She came close to cumming over and over – but they weren’t ready for that yet.

Paul finally rose and announced he wanted his first shot at her asshole. “Come on, time for the main event, slut.” The word shocked her a bit. She met Dave’s eyes, and something there reassured her. Crude language would be part of the game. Okay – sometimes Dave did that when they fucked, and she actually enjoyed it in the heat of the moment.

Paul grabbed a nipple, and started to pull her towards the dining room table. He looked down, and noticed the adornment on the front of the corset. “What have we here?” He asked. All the guys looked, and Sue got nervous again. “Nipple clamps!” exclaimed Wade. Paul pulled and twisted her nipples until they were at full attention, then snapped them into place. She sucked in a shocked breath at the sensation. She and Dave had never used these before. Had she known what Dave planned, she never would have introduced them this weekend. Paul flicked the chain that connected her nipples, and her whole body shuddered. He laughed. Taking the chain between two fingers, he now used that to lead her into the dining room. She had trouble walking on the high heels, and struggled to keep up so he wouldn’t hurt her poor nipples too much. He pushed her hips against the rough, rustic wooden table, then put one hand in the middle of her back and pushed her forward. “Spread your legs. Wider.” He stopped and looked at her still bruised ass, but some of the redness had faded. He used his large, callused hand to spank her until the warm pink color and the heat returned. She actually loved the way he spanked her. Her pussy was practically gushing. Paul reached down and played with her pussy for a bit. “Now most women would be getting a nice hard cock up a twat this wet, but not you. No – your gonna get four big, hard cocks rammed up your tight dry little ass.” Having said that, Paul proceeded to press his hard, thick head against her small hole. Sue couldn’t help but tense every muscle kuşadası escort in her body – especially her ass.

“That’s right – fight me. It’s so much better that way”

Sue grit her teeth, but as he pushed against her, she began to pant. As he breached her tense opening, she uttered an unintelligible cry – not loud, but filled with fear and pain. Her ass burned and stretched. Paul was pitiless, pushing on, no matter how much noise she made. It freed Sue to really vocalize her torment. She howled and cried out as Paul forced himself deep into her bowels. Her hips slammed into the rough table, over and over as Paul assaulted her ass – pounding into her tender ass hard and relentlessly. After this initial pain of his entry, Sue began to savor it. Not that it didn’t hurt, or got less challenging to receive – but he was hard and insistent and cruel and she delighted in every stroke he forced upon her. As she felt him thicken, he pulled out of her plundered asshole and let her fall to her knees. She turned to him, seeking his cock to suck it into her swollen lips – and he slid straight down her throat. He pounded in for several strokes, then slipped back to deposit his cum in her mouth. She had never been so ready to accept a load of thick slimey cum in her mouth. Without a look or demand from Paul, she swished the nasty thick load around for Paul’s enjoyment, and let it slip down her throat. Sue approached him and took his semi-erect cock in her mouth and licked and sucked at it until Paul stepped away from her and fell back into a chair.

Dave hurried to Sue’s side as she crumbled to the floor at Paul’s feet. For the first time, he questioned the wisdom of sharing his beautiful, submissive girlfriend with his buddies. Wade had already jumped to his feet – so excited by Paul’s violation of Sue’s ass, he was itching for his own shot at her. Dave, too, had enjoyed Paul’s harsh violation of Sue’s vulnerable ass – but he didn’t want to traumatize her. He looked down into her glassy gaze – and all doubts fled. He pulled her back to the ottoman, where he fed her his rampant hard-on while Wade stalked her sore and tender ass.

Wade was beyond excited – the self-proclaimed wild-man kuşadası escort bayan had shown the least amount of control tonight. He immediately assaulted her obviously sore ass. Sue was glad to have Dave’s large and familiar dick to concentrate on while the less experienced Wade ravaged her already abused ass. Wade immediately sunk himself deep, savoring the heat and the tightness of her tender asshole. Dave enjoyed the way her whole body tensed as Wade slammed into her. Sue did her best to retain control of her body, but there was just too much happening to her at once. Her last experience of double penetration had been overwhelming, but this threatened to be devastating. Wade slammed into her body – deep and hard. Dave’s adored dick was deep in her throat, threatening her ability to breath. Wade didn’t try to pace himself at all, before Sue even adjusted to his rapid, erratic strokes – he pulled out and almost pushed Dave away from her face to cum in her mouth. Sue sucked him down and helped him finish deep in her soft, hot mouth. She was so far beyond excitement now, desperate for pleasure, that she lost all thought of her fear about tonight.

As Wade spurted into her soft, hot mouth – Andy approached her tiny, sore, swollen hole. As Wade finished in her mouth, the slow, steady, relentless pressure of Andy’s monster tool brought home to Sue everything she had feared about Dave sharing her with his choice of friends. Wade kept her mouth busy, long after his orgasm, sucking and licking. Dave slid under her, teasing her swollen clit with his lips and tongue and teeth. Sue was almost distracted from the enormous member pressing against her already tender asshole. For the first time since Dave had taken her anal cherry – she felt the slickness of lube being worked into her tiny opening. Dave worked her clit, hard and intently, as Andy lubed her ass and his dick, then began to press into her defenseless back door. Dave had a front row seat, below Sue, watching the painful penetration of her delicate hole. Wade did his part, surprisingly considerate, distracting her with his cock in her sweet mouth. Paul just stood to the side, enjoying the show. Paul stepped forward and roughly pulled escort kuşadası the clamps from her poor nipples. As the blood rushed painfully back into them, it was another sensation that distracted her from Andy’s penetration. Andy continued to force his slick cock into her, Wade felt her pants and moans around the sensitive head of his dick, embedded in her throat. Dave tasted her natural cream, so abundant it filled his mouth as he teased her clit – hoping to bring her an orgasm to distract her from the agony of the massive cock violating her tiny back door.

Andy kept up the pressure, amazed to see her tiny asshole expand to accommodate a dick whose sheer size some pussies had rejected. As he sunk deeply into the woman’s ass – he was stunned to feel the tightness and heat around his cock. Dave was a lucky fuck to have found this incredible female – willing to put up with this much stretching and discomfort to accommodate and please her man. Knowing this weekend may be the first and last chance for him to enjoy such a woman, Andy began to saw in and out of her in earnest. Deep and hard and rough, he rammed himself into her again and again. When he knew he couldn’t take another moment of her tight, hot, spectacular ass – he pulled out and Wade stepped back for him to push into her mouth.

One of Sue’s greatest fears had been to take this massive cock into her ass, and she had been right to be afraid. Andy’s dick was every bit the torture to take in her tender asshole as she expected. Without Wade and Dave distracting her, she was sure she would have passed out from the intensity. As it was, Dave’s wicked tongue on her clit got her through the worst of it, bringing her to a monstrous orgasm right as Andy sunk his full length into her poor ass. Dave continued to tease and pleasure her as Andy plundered her asshole.

As Andy placed his cock in her mouth, Sue’s excitement took over – she sucked hard on his head, sliding her mouth down on the monster dick. She slid deeper, not quite taking his whole length – but taking more than Andy had ever had the pleasure of any woman taking – as she licked and sucked and showed him just how much she enjoyed his massive tool. Andy shot a massive load into Sue’s mouth and throat, and as unpleasant as the taste and texture was, she welcomed the sensation as she choked and felt the excess burn her nasal passages. She looked up at Andy tenderly, kissing and licking the tip of his cock to show him how much she had enjoyed her encounter with him.

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Author Note: I’d completed three chapters for the girl that could not cum and I think that is enough to ask for from any interested reader, but there was more to write for pun’kin in my imagination and I also saw a way to tie her new goal in with another heroine from the past that I couldn’t resist.

But since the first problem is solved (finding a selfish villain that liked her inability to cum and didn’t need her to fix something she couldn’t fix), I’m posting her next problem/desire/goal to a new chapter.

MONTH 12 WITH DADDY

It was Sunday afternoon and I was in a predicament, but a sexy one, a “bondage predicament”.

A year in, and Daddy was still fucking me with regularity, with creativity, with lots of getting-what-he-wanted, and orgasms for him (of course) and excitement AND fulfillment for me (but no orgasms, but also no guilt from Daddy on not being able to cum for him).

Sex with less guilt and stress than I’d ever had in my life! What a concept!

Actually, there was little to no stress, since I was a grade-A fuckslut for Daddy. I just had to follow his lead. There was some guilt because I was a no-cummer, but that was self-guilt – Daddy didn’t seem to have a problem with it. In fact, he’d reminded me multiple times that it was to his advantage, since he didn’t have to worry about trying to make me cum.

But back to the predicament, I was currently naked, vulnerable, and doing the splits, legs spread wide, pussy lips peeled open – on some sort of stainless steel table – in the garage. I was also turned on, getting attention, and, as usual with Daddy, both enjoying it and wanting more.

Sometimes sex WAS a dud with him, nothing but the slam-bam stuff – without even a thank-you ma’am to go with it…but not too often!

He hadn’t really had to talk me into this scene. I was pretty much sexual putty in his hands by now. But when he first bent me over the narrow part of the table, and forced me to press my naked boobs into the cool steel, and grip the other edge of the 36 inch top of the six foot wide table, I was sort of wondering what I was in for, even if I wasn’t worrying too much.

Just another bucket list item, I figured, on his evil list of sexual mis-deeds to inflict on his very willing and super-agreeable fuck-slut, his “pun’kin” and “good girl”, as he called me most often now, with “babe” and “honey” thrown in a lot, along with “cunt” and “bitch” when he was in the mood – as well as – very occasionally, even my real name (although that was super-rare).

He had taken my right leg and lifted it up onto the table and tied my ankle off, so that my weight was transferred to my left leg on the floor and to my torso leaning forward on the cool stainless steel. After that, he lifted and stretched my other leg so I was practically doing the splits on the table itself, although the position forced my body forward to get at least some relief!

I had become more limber over the last year under his sexual dominance, so it was manageable, but once both legs were on the table, I could feel my pussy lips really opening up with the stretching apart of my legs – and all my body weight was now on the table, with my fore-arms keeping me balanced and my torso leaning forward, my bigger-than-the-average-girl’s tits hanging down, sensitive nipples touching and being stimulated by cool garage-located metal.

I actually couldn’t help but press my nipples down and into the metal…I loved any stimulation to my tits, especially after Daddy had trained me to enjoy tit-play by actually playing with my tits so much…

Of course, the table was at a good fucking height – as most tables were (that’s probably why tables were made at that height, if you think about it).

His pants were still zipped up, but how I wanted him to unzip, pull his dick out, and pierce and penetrate me with it. What a wild, kinky, creative and sexy position to be tied in! My spreading pussy, my nakedness, my imprisonment in bonds by Daddy was starting to make my mind cycle rapidly between lust, desire and need.

But unfortunately, he wasn’t ready to fuck yet. He walked around and tied my hands off on the other side, away from each other, to the opposite legs of the 36 inch by 72 inch rectangle, 30 inch height, garage-located fucking table that now revealed its true purpose as Daddy’s dicking platform for any willing girl under his control (or at least for me).

After he pulled my arms apart, he did finally unzip, presented his half-hard-already cock to my lowered head, and I gobbled it down eagerly, hands-free (since my hands were tied apart) twisting my head to get as much of his shaft as I could in my first hole, my “oral hole”, as he put a hand on my skull and encouraged my lips-tongue-and-throat devotion.

“Such a good girl, as always!”

“Mmmmmm…Daddy, I’m so turned on, I love your cock!” I took the chance to say when I had the opportunity.

It didn’t take him long to get fully hard, görükle escort what with my eager mouth wet and working, my younger, curvy, naked body at his disposal, my improved oral skills expertly bringing his thick, nicely-sized dick, now with more stamina after fucking me regularly – having access to his three-hole girl whenever he wanted it, having also gotten into better “fucking” shape, since we were moved in together and he was fully utilizing me on a nearly daily basis as his blowjob girl and fucktoy, even as we’d grown closer together in liking each other, in trusting each other, in me stretching out to his boundaries and even him stretching to my boundaries, giving me all the time I wanted, fucking all three of my holes instead of just two, letting me be his submissive and obedient fuck-doll in exchange for his time, attention, and companionship.

When he pulled his stiff hard-on out of my wet mouth and walked back around to the other side, I looked forward to him slipping easily into my stretched, gaping, air-cooled, leg-split pussy or, failing that, then into my willing, hopeful, available, vulnerable asshole.

But I had to wait as he took the chance, now that I was both wrist bound and ankle-bound to all four corners of the sturdy stainless steel, to tighten my legs even more, pulling my ankles even farther apart, since my whole body, even doing the splits, was less than the 72 inch table length, and he had time to make my bound leg-split even tighter, adjusting everything so that I was truly under tension, spread, helpless, pussy lips peeled and spread apart, fucking hole available and almost certainly easy to see, everything prepared for Daddy’s masculine bondage and dominance desires.

I marveled out how simply I was bound, but how completely helpless I was, secure for him to take, how open his access to any of my holes that he was in the mood for.

“You look really good, stretched out and available like that, pun’kin.”

“Daddy…oh g*d, please put your cock inside me. I’m feeling so vulnerable, but I need you inside me…anywhere you want, Daddy…please…please…please…”

I was already deep in sub-space lust, even if it was going nowhere in terms of that ultimate pleasure of climax that is the goal of sex that we’re all taught about. But I hardly felt any guilt anymore at not being able to cum for him. He had pain-girl for that and he could just fuck me as his mood dictated, in any way he wanted, and today it was stretched into the splits on his garage workbench, albeit steel instead of wood, looking more appropriate for a hospital storage room or a tech company, than at a man’s home.

I could feel my asshole winking open and closed, and I assumed my pussy was beaded with moisture from being turned on while being pulled apart, I was almost drooling in anticipation of being dicked by Daddy in this brand-new position I had never experienced.

After tightening my legs to pull my pussy lips as far apart as they would go in the obscene sexual split he’d put me into, he came back around to my front for another oral “top-off” of the “hardness tank” before what I assumed was the main event. I loved his hand on the back of my head as I used my looser tied, but still spread to the opposite corner hands to give me leverage to pull closer to him and to bring as much of his hardening-again dick inside my mouth as possible, relishing the thought of his heated, hardened shaft sliding home soon into either my cunt or into my equally vulnerable and willing back-door.

I flexed my body in anticipation, pulling into my core against all four limbs tied off to the corners, as he pulled out, walked around, and drove easily into my cunt, putting a hand on each hip to pull me back onto his cock even as he drove forward his hips, putting even more pressure on my split legs, turning a 10 degree angle from left-ankle-roped-to-left-post, up along my straightened leg, across the hollow of my knee, further along my tightened, tautened, stretched hamstring, right up to my left pussy-lip, across my spread-open-by-bondage-tensioned-cunt (which was now filled with cock) – and over to my right pussy-lip, hamstring, knee, calf and ankle-tied-to-right corner-post. He pulled me back so that the double 10 degree angle that my body described became a flat line, pulled onto his hard cock, seating him fully into my sugar walls, before he began a slow fucking rhythm that was just right (because it was HIS rhythm), pushing his hips into my stretched-apart labial crease and my gaping cunt.

Absolute heaven to be naked, tied, spread wide, helpless, dominated, filled, and fucked…by a man who didn’t waste time checking in or wondering if I was okay with things – who just did as he pleased and left it to me to object if I wanted to.

“Oh Daddy! That feels so good…you are making me feel so fucking OWNED!”

“You are a sight, babe!”

While still fully inserted cock-in-my cunt, I heard him pull his belt görükle escort bayan from the loops, double it over, and then felt it as he strapped my back, across my shoulder-blades, medium-hard with the leather belt, sort of testing almost, to understand the position and the angles.

Again, indescribable, the feeling of being bound on a table, legs stretched to a straight line with simple, but effective bondage, hands spread wide, forcing my tits and chest into the cool metal, filled with cock, strapped leisurely on my back, totally and completed dominated, Daddy’s left hand on my left hip, Daddy’s right hand lazily bringing leather down on my fleshy buttocks, or high across my shoulders, as well as mid-level across my flanks.

When he transferred his left hand to take hold of my hair to pull my head up while he strapped and fucked me, I transported into even a deeper level of obedient sub-space and little-girl heaven as Daddy had his total sexual way with me.

He was turned on himself and I felt, from lots of experience of fucking him and being fucked by him, his urgency rising and I could imagine in my mind, even if I couldn’t feel them, his balls tightening and approaching the point of no return as he built to orgasm while fucking his table-bound, split-wide, obedient sex-bitch to yet another satisfying male orgasm for him, twinned with the joy of being fucked for me (since orgasms were forever out of reach on my part with him, or with any man).

And I loved the way, as I felt his cock flex and his sperm shoot into my pussy, it was all over in less than 10 minutes, the second load of jism I’d taken from him since our weekend had started yesterday.

Looking back, flashing over the last year, I loved the way he’d adjusted to having constant access to me so that he could get hard more often, fuck me more often, still have the libido to fuck pain-girl once a week or twice a month, using her need, her absolute desire and craving, for his sadism to get her engine hot enough to reach take-off speed, and have a girl orgasming for him like I couldn’t.

One of the only slight imperfections, as he pumped his latest offering of man-seed into my pussy, feeling it coat my cervix afresh, was that he fucked me so often I never really got big loads from him anymore…he couldn’t manufacture new sperm FAST ENOGH to really fill me up the way I loved when he didn’t fuck me as much early on, when we’d sometimes go 4 or 5 days between blowjobs or fuck-sessions in the first few months!

Maybe I could look into some sort of old wive’s tale and talk him into building some jism volume for me…

But how to approach that without making him feel inadequate…I wasn’t really unhappy with all the sex I was having with him…I just wanted more sperm when he came inside me…I didn’t think that was unreasonable to want…in fact, it was a sign I really liked him!

But things can never be perfect. Even when they are, we make up things to be unhappy about.

But I was just in dreamy, happy-land as his dick cooled down in my stretched open-by-bondage pussy, his left hand still holding my hair, but loosely now, allowing me to put my head back down on the stainless steel, as he came down from his own spurting, coating, filling-me climax, his belt held in his right hand, his right hand simultaneously on my right hip.

“Wow! I’m glad I tried that out. It works great. You pussy was right there for the taking. How beautiful you look stretched out on that table, pun’kin! Both holes were just begging for penetration!”

“Yes, Daddy…that was really sexy. Thank you!”

“An experiment, really, I want to stretch out our mutual friend in a new way, open her up for the belt, for the horse-crop, for the rod…but I wasn’t sure if it would work, so I had to try it out on your first.”

“I’m so glad I got a sneak preview! I’m sure she’ll appreciate this position, both for the vulnerability, and for the easy access to your dick when you finally decide to fuck her!”

I also continued to love how open he was in his communication, even as his dick was softening inside my pussy, and I gloried in the aftermath of being fucked and bound by the experienced and ready-to-take-advantage-of-a-sexual-situation man in my life. I knew from being a weekly and semi-monthly voyeur the last year and always watching the two of them together when he fore-played her with pain and drove her to orgasms with sadism to feed her masochism that this particular position that he’d tied me in, on THIS table, would absolutely expose her to punishment on her back and ass and thighs (if not to her tits or to her pussy) to heat her up as well as to power-fucking once she was ready to cum.

This position, stretched, split, tits-down, head able to be pulled up, made a girl’s mouth, pussy and asshole pretty easily available, and at the right height for walk-up-to-the-spot fucking if the man’s height matched the table’s height (and his did, bursa escort obviously).

He could take belt, paddle, whip, palm, or cane to her buttocks and her thighs. He could take a thin piece of leather to her spread-apart crease and apply pain directly to her upturned, winking asshole. The labia would be tougher to get to, but who knows. She was a bit smaller, a bit slimmer, more athletic, c-cup rather than d-cup, and even more limber than me, so I could imagine him getting even a little bit of an inverted V, pulling her pussy slightly off the table to expose her little girl parts better for his punishment and his cock even more than mine had been exposed.

And of course, he could clamp her nipples and push them into the table to make up for not being able to whip or strap or slap them. He could bitch-slap her while he face-fucked her.

He could take the scene that had just happened with me – obedience and light-to-medium spanking play and turn it up 3x to 5x for her, or whatever she needed to build the necessary heat to get to the point where she could (and would) climax and clamp around his cock in female ecstasy – in a way that I couldn’t, so I was grateful that he had her as an outlet to get what he deserved, to get what I couldn’t provide.

It might be a challenge for her to cum from the pussy-only penetration while bound like I was now – nothing touching my clit (or hers), plus her clit was hidden a bit from crop or belt (I think the punishment to her clit made vaginal penetration climaxes easier for pain-girl), but the wide stretch, the vulnerability to his lust, combined with the turned-up corporal punishment on other parts of her body, would do it, I was sure. And he always was good at reading her body language, knowing when she’d reached the right sexual temperature to ride the waves of true physical pleasure in a way that was impossible for me.

And Daddy ALWAYS held off his own fucking with her until he knew she was ready and primed to pussy-grip his dick in female climax.

And as he continued to cool down in post-orgasm contentment with his dick still inside me, sliding gently in and out even as it cooled down, half-hard and feeling really, really. REALLY good in my pussy, while I was stretched, filled, leg-split, and tied to the fucking table, my mind flitted to the new challenge in front of me and my new bestie, pain-girl, who he’d started calling “princess” to my “pun’kin”.

Since we had come to this mutually beneficial arrangement for all three of us (at my request and urging and manipulation and insistence) where I got my fetish of constant companionship fulfilled with an experienced and studly male…and Daddy got his fetish of a fuck-slut who would do (almost) whatever he wanted because I couldn’t cum and he didn’t need to worry about fucking me in any particular way to get an orgasm for myself…and pain-girl/princess and Daddy got to continue to explore the sadism-for-female-orgasm understanding that suited all three of us – her for masochism / orgasms, him for sadism / orgasms, and me for having a girl that could give Daddy what I couldn’t give him, which was a girl cumming on Daddy’s dick, and her soaking up something that I probably couldn’t take – which was Daddy’s lurking sadism streak…

…I’d actually become BEST FRIENDS with my masochistic girlfriend!

In reality, I thought of us a triad now, a throuple if you want to adopt some of these new and confusing terms.

She and I spent a lot of time together talking and planning on her dates with Daddy, making sure he didn’t skip too often their own punishment and fucking dates. I sometimes cuddled with them afterwards, after he’d fucked her and destroyed her body (as she liked to have done), and then had her cool him down…before she dressed and left leaving Daddy to sleep with me for the night as I clung to him in need and longing and companionship-fetish. We gossiped offline about how Daddy fucked us, and about prior boyfriends – you know, trading secrets and vulnerabilities and hopes and dreams and fears and desires.

I actually liked spending time with her, not as a rival, but as a co-conspirator. And she felt the same way, I think.

…and the point of this little addendum?

Princess and I were actually in the middle of plotting how to get her to move in with Daddy and me.

Since she had no desire for vanilla sex and didn’t keep anything on the side with any other guys, she was living on her own with nothing else going on.

Why spend all her time alone, when she could join the fun with me, we could both be available for Daddy, and we could gossip in person whenever we wanted, rather than over texts or lunch???

I was safe and comfortable, so didn’t think I’d mind at all a step-down in quantity if Daddy decided to fuck her more often if she moved in.

And help on rents and groceries would always be welcome in this ever-more-expensive world.

If we had a good thing going, why spend more money between the three of us than necessary!

And it would help the environment too!

I had the “good of the Earth” in mind as well…I’m an EARTH-FRIENDLY re-counter of this episode of my life…

I’m NOT just looking for a PLOT POINT …honest…

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Buzz. The distinctive sound and sensation of an incoming message grabbed my attention. I looked down at my phone and my eyes blinked widely when I began to read Daddy’s message:

“Some rules of engagement:

Drive over in just your bra and underwear. You may wear a coat and shoes.

Arrive precisely at 9:15. Not one minute earlier or later.

The door will be open. Enter, remove your coat and shoes, and get on your knees.

Crawl to me and kiss my left hand.

Look up at me and tell me what you are there for. Use your own words.

You may not cum without asking permission. You must say thank you after you cum and you must thank me after I cum.

You will do what I say. I will respect your limits, but within those confines, I can do whatever I want.

You will use safewords if you need to. Don’t be a hero.

Do you have any questions?”

I quickly typed my reply, “No questions, Daddy. Thank you for your directness and clarity. It gives me a lot of reassurance. Happy Birthday, Daddy.”

I checked the time and realized I was going to need to hurry if I was to obey Daddy’s timeline, and I knew better than to disobey her. I opened my underwear drawer and selected my black lace bra and my favorite black boxer briefs. Next, I ran to my coat closet and found my longest possible option, which barely covered my ass. It would have to do. I grabbed a few handfuls of nitrile gloves and condoms, throwing them into my bag before dashing out the door.

A shiver rose up through my spine as the cold evening air met my exposed skin. I quickly hopped into my car, buckled up, and drove the short distance to Daddy’s apartment. I realized with dismay that all of the nearby parking spaces were full and that I would have to walk quite a distance in relative undress to Daddy’s door. When I finally found a parking spot, I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and left my car, briskly walking two blocks to my destination.

I stood in front of Daddy’s closed apartment door, my hand on her doorknob, heart pounding with anticipation from deep within my chest. I turned the knob, opened the door, and stepped inside, surprised to see that Daddy’s friends were all still gathered at her place. I gasped as their heads all turned to take in the full sight of my exposure, and my face flushed when I realized they must all know why I was there.

I searched the crowd for Daddy, seeing her right eyebrow arch and her telltale dimples appear when she smirked at me. She was fully expecting me to follow her rules of engagement in front of her friends. Not wanting to disobey her orders, I quickly unzipped and removed my short coat, placing it atop the pile of her friend’s coats that were stacked neatly on a chair by the door. Then I bent down to remove my boots, dropped to my knees, and began to crawl to Daddy. I felt the full weight of my near nudity as her friends’ eyes digested our ritual, and a hush swept the room.

When I reached Daddy, who was seated in a purple armchair at the very center of the room, I took her left hand and tenderly kissed it, my eyes raising to lock with hers. I quietly cleared my throat and asked, görükle escort “Daddy, may I please tell you why I am here?”

“Get on with it, girl,” Daddy quipped. “Daddy,” I continued, “It is my privilege to be here on your birthday to serve your needs and be used up for your pleasure.”

“Very well,” she said, “You may begin by servicing my cock with your mouth,” and she motioned down to her fly.

I gasped and allowed my eyes to leave hers as I searched the room for her friends’ reactions to this command. “Don’t look at them,” Daddy barked. “Are you here to pleasure me or my friends, you whore?” With those harsh words, she grabbed my hair and swiveled my attention back to her, slapping me across the face as my eyes rolled back into my head in instant submission. “What are you waiting for, slut,” she asked as she slapped me again.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered and busied myself by unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I slipped my hand inside the fly of her underwear, grabbed her cock, and confidently freed it. I allowed myself a moment to fully contemplate the length of her shaft – easily nine inches – but apparently hesitated too long. Daddy grabbed me hard by the back of my hair again, slapping my face and yelling, “Should I find someone else to service my cock, girl?”

I began to reply, “No, Da…” when Daddy, still holding tight to my hair, shoved my open mouth onto her cock, my eyes widening in shock. I wrapped my lips around her shaft and thirstily took the entire length of her cock into my mouth, looking up at Daddy to gauge her response. “That’s a good girl. Go on,” she encouraged and I continued to slowly draw her cock in and out of my mouth as my right hand gripped the base and pumped in time.

“Mmmmmm,” Daddy moaned as I continued to work her shaft and I began to hear soft murmurs of her friends’ commentary. “I can’t believe they came over in just a coat and underwear,” I overheard one person say, and I felt a familiar flush cross my face again. I shook their likely judgments of me from my head as I took Daddy again and again into my mouth while her hand firmly rested on the back of my neck.

I looked up just in time to see Daddy’s head lean back against the top of the chair, her eyes rolling back as she moaned and began rocking her hips in time with my pace. Without warning, she yanked my head off of her cock by quickly pulling on my hair. “Be a good girl and help me say goodbye to my guests so we can continue our fun in my room,” she said, my mouth still agape, before instructing me to demurely distribute her friends’ coats.

Daddy flipped the lock after closing the door behind her final departing friend and turned on her heel to face me. The sudden stillness in the room amplified the sound of my racing heartbeat. “Run ahead, girl,” she said. “I’m going to turn out the lights.”

I quickly walked down the narrow hallway to Daddy’s bedroom, stripped off my bra and underwear as I knew Daddy would want, and stood near the foot of her bed. I allowed my eyes to linger upon Daddy’s wide assortment of tools and toys organized tidily on her side table, wondering which she might choose to görükle escort bayan use on me for her birthday. When I heard Daddy’s confident footfall growing closer, I promptly fixed my gaze toward Daddy’s headboard. She would want me to reserve my focus for her and not her toys.

Daddy positioned herself between me and her side table, gripping my throat with her powerful hand and guiding me to face her. When my marveling eyes met hers, she wrapped her deliciously inked arm around my waist and drew me in for a passionate kiss. I gasped as her tender lips pressed against mine and my body relaxed into hers.

Just as I was sliding deeper into submission from the familiar scent of her grooming products, she again grabbed my hair and yanked me away from her kiss. “I have something special planned for my birthday, girl. Are you ready to see what it is?” she whispered in my ear. I licked my lips and mustered a quiet, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” she replied, as she reassured me with a playful pat on my cheek before turning away from me her to rummage in her side table’s drawer. She gripped her chosen implement, pulled it out of the drawer, and slowly rotated back to me to reveal a coil of red cotton rope. I parted my lips in silent surprise as I watched her skilled hands quickly unroll the rope and begin her ties.

I watched Daddy intently as she folded her rope in half and made three overhand knots approximately one hand apart from one another, leaving a loop at the end of the halved rope. “Turn around, girl,” she instructed, as she guided me away from her with her hand on my hip. I did as I was told and Daddy placed the loop near my crotch and knots she had just made on my torso, with the remainder of each side of the rope draped over my shoulders and down my back. I shivered as I felt the soft rope against my naked skin. Daddy continued tying three more overhand knots with the rope along my spine.

I jumped as Daddy pulled the ends of rope between my ass cheeks and through my legs, her arms wrapped around my waist to pull the ends tight. “Hold this,” she commanded as she placed the ends of my rope in my timid hands. I began to feel the rope lightly compressing my body and Daddy used her hands to turn my hips to again face her. She took the ends of the rope from me and, to my surprise and arousal, shoved her hand through the loop by my cunt, grabbed, rotated and pulled the ends of the rope through the loop and up and around my hips, further constricting my body with the rapidly forming rope harness. My eyes rolled back into my head.

Rotating me again to face away from her, she wrapped the ends of the rope back through the segment of the harness near my tailbone, parting the two sides to form a V before pulling the rope back around to my front side. I felt my heart swell with devotion as I watched her intently, feeling my handsome Daddy repeat this process in the front of my body to form a diamond shape in the rope near my navel, feeding the rope again to my back to form a corresponding diamond shape near the middle of my back. She continued working to form more diamond shapes between the topmost knots on bursa escort each side of my body, rope tight against me and around my breasts, before wrapping and tying overhand knots with the ends of the rope near my back. With a tug on the rope to test its security, Daddy had completed my harness.

“Now the real fun begins, girl,” Daddy said with a playful glint in her eyes. She dropped her jeans around her ankles and sat down on the edge of her bed. “Drop to your knees and take off my boots and pants,” Daddy instructed. I got down on all fours, tenderly kissing each boot to convey my adoration as I looked up and met Daddy’s eyes, unzipping and removing the boots from her feet. I then removed Daddy’s jeans, tidily folded them and placed them aside. I quietly awaited further instructions, my eyes stealing a quick, lustful glance at Daddy’s cock before casting my eyes downward. My cunt ached to be filled by her.

Suddenly, Daddy’s capable hand gripped the front of my rope harness and she deftly pulled me to my feet. “Sit on your Daddy’s cock, girl,” she said and my eyes widened in surprise as she spun me around to face away from her. I slowly lowered my ass to meet her waiting cock, which she easily slipped inside my dripping cunt. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned as she filled me with the length of her shaft.

“Ride me, slut,” Daddy commanded. I pumped up and down against her, feeling her grip the back of my rope harness, pulling me back at her desired pace. The rope constricting me as Daddy’s cock entered my hole sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. She was hitting just the right spot and I knew she was nearing release as I heard her breath become ragged. “Fuck, yes, girl!” she yelled, as she continued to use my cunt for her gratification, yanking me back to meet my ass to her hips again and again.

Beads of sweat forming on my forehead as my nipples became hard, I felt the familiar sensation of imminent orgasm and breathlessly asked, “P-please, Daddy, m-may I cum f-for you?”

“Not yet, girl! Get your Daddy there first!” she directed, her hips grinding more intensely against my ass as she continued to leverage the rope to plunge her cock deeply inside me. I clenched my teeth and hole to delay my pleasure, as cumming before Daddy wanted me to would be a grave misstep. Moaning and panting, I felt Daddy’s body contract as she squirted her lust against me. “Now give me what I want, girl,” Daddy hissed as I erupted against her, causing her to orgasm again as our delicious, combined juices formed a large wet spot on the sheets beneath Daddy.

Her hand still gripping the back of my rope harness, I sunk against Daddy, my muscles having gone slack after release. She wrapped her arms around my waist in tender affection and, after a few moments of deep breaths, quietly said, “Here, let’s lay down.” I stood up so Daddy could crawl into her cozy bed and I wordlessly followed her lead before collapsing in her impeccably patterned arms. She softly stroked my hair and neck as I breathed in the scent of her deodorant, our racing hearts gradually slowing.

Our eyes met and I murmured, “You’re so good to me, Daddy. Thank you. I’m a very lucky girl.” Daddy smiled, placing her hand along my jawline and pulling me in for a tender kiss, before replying, “And I’m a very lucky Daddy.” She rested her hand on my sternum, leaving me feeling steadied and reassured by the simple gesture, and I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

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Author’s Note: This story was inspired by some fun conversations I had with my friend StrawberryAngel. I dedicate this story to her with my thanks.

*

Robert Robinson locked up his home, got in his car and drove to meet the Real estate agent. It was hard to believe he was selling his home after living there for over 20 years, but with Kate gone, it just wasn’t his home anymore.

As he sped down the Expressway, Robert thought about his late wife. He missed her, missed her with an ache that he hadn’t thought possible. They’d had a great 23 years together, raised 2 wonderful children, now both in University. This was supposed to have been their time together, to enjoy their alone time and be wild and crazy again.

Kate had adored her “Bear” as she called him. She’d begun calling him that when she was 16 and they first started dating. It was because his late mother, who was French, always pronounced his name “Row-Bear.” Being burly and 6’5″ tall, the nickname had stuck.

He’d had the good sense to marry Kate while they were still in college. When they graduated, both got great jobs and bought the house. Kate had furnished it with her exquisite sense of taste and style and made it into a home for the two of them, with Emily and Jonathan coming along in short order.

Kate was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Wild, crazy, a free spirit. Their sex life had been wonderful from the first time they’d made love until the last. There was little that Kate would not try. She loved giving him head, her brown eyes would look up at him as she sucked his big cock and it nearly made him cum every time. After a few tries, she’d learned to love it Greek style, taking his big dick up her tight little ass a few times a week. She’d shared him with her best friend Emily [ their daughter was named for her ] on his 30th birthday. She had come to his office, dressed in the trench coat, wearing a leather corset, stockings and heels underneath. Kate had locked the door so his secretary wouldn’t come in unexpectedly, but said with a grin “If she does happen to come in, I might just have to have her join us.”

Beautiful, tempestuous auburn-haired Kate had been the love of his life. When she got cancer last year, it had shattered their world. She’d fought valiantly, with her “Bear” and kids by her side, but it was too late. She was gone and it seemed she had taken Robert’s heart with her.

Friends and relatives tried to pick up his spirits. He had a few arranged dates, but they paled in comparison to Kate. No one seemed to have her fire, her zeal and zest for life. The kids called frequently, but Robert felt alone in the big home.

So, he was selling it and moving to a new Condo, taking some of the furnishings, selling others. He was meeting with the Agent to discuss final details. Barbara Hall had sounded pleasant over the phone, he didn’t expect this to have any obstacles.

He pulled his Beemer into the parking lot, got out of the car and walked towards her office. He was met by her and ….

Robert caught his breath. She was adorable, scrumptious, gorgeous. He felt his heart beating like it hadn’t in a long while. Barbara Hall was a tiny, Strawberry-Blonde, sweet little pixie. She had a light smattering of freckles across her face, her hair was neat and styled. She wore faint traces of makeup, but didn’t need much. She couldn’t have been much more than 5’4″ tall, even in the high heels she wore.

She had great legs, beautifully shaped, that tapered into perfect calves. She had on a cream-colored blouse and he could make out a lacy bra underneath. Barbara was also wearing a decadently short black mini. This girl, he thought to himself, is a hottie.

“Like what you see?”

Robert blushed and stammered. “I’m sorry, that was rude. You’re a very attractive young woman.”

She held out her hand and took his. “It’s okay, I’m used to it. Barbara Hall, but everyone calls me Barbii – with two `I’s’, okay?” She had the sexiest voice, young, but husky and vibrant. Her eyes met his, they were a light blue and piercing. She was sheer perfection.

They went into her office and signed the papers on his new Condo, while she went over how she planned to market his old place. Barbii was very professional and sure of herself, which impressed him very much.

“You’re very confident for such a young woman!” he told her, paying her a sincere compliment.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her lovely legs. “I’m 25 and started doing this out of school to help my folks out. I found something I was good görükle escort at and I kept with it.”

“Well, I am grateful. Your hard work will save me a lot of time and money, thank you.”

She smiled at Robert, showing a row of dazzling white teeth. “Buy a girl a drink to say thanks, then?”

Astonished at himself, Robert agreed. She accompanied him to his Beemer and got in. He got a look at her breasts as she sat down, round and perfectly shaped. Damn!, he thought to himself, she is one sexy little honey!

Barbii gave him directions on how to get to a nearby Cocktail Lounge. He liked it at once, it was small and intimate, with light jazz playing in the background. They could sit and talk and he found himself liking her more. When she talked to him, she made a point of reaching out and touching his hand or arm.

The place was full of people, but Robert found himself lost in her beautiful blue eyes. They were so expressive and full of life. He wanted to get to know her better and told her so.

“Tell you what … ” she said, leaning in and giving him a nice view of her cleavage “How about when you settle in to that new Condo of yours, I come over and pay you a visit?”

Robert smiled at her and said “I’d like that, very much.”

He drove Barbii back to her car and they parted. She gave him a perfunctory peck on the cheek and said goodnight. He watched her drive off and he was still smiling. It had been a nice evening, one of the nicest in a long, long time.

The next few days went by in a blur of activity. He had taken a week off work and handled all moving of his furnishings, the disposal of the rest and the setting up of his new place. He was just pouring himself a cup of coffee one evening when he heard the doorbell ring.

He used the peephole, looked out and opened the door. Barbii stood there, in a long coat, with her face beaming.

“Hiya!” she said, kissing him on the cheek again. “I figured I’d give you a couple of days to settle in.” She looked around the place, taking it all in, the rich leather of the furniture, the lighting and the artwork that hung on the walls. “This place is fabulous.”

“Thanks!” he said to her. “Oh, I’m being rude. Can I take your coat and get you a drink?”

Barbii declined the offer to take her coat, which puzzled Robert, but she accepted his offer of a drink, joining him in a cup of coffee. Once again, the pair found themselves in easy banter.

Barbii did seem nervous though, somewhat fidgety. She kept swinging her leg over the other, back and forth and squirmed a bit on the couch. Robert did notice she’s worn stilettos though, which he though looked very sexy on her.

“So, what brings you here Barbii, not that I’m not glad of the company,” Robert told her.

She smiled and fidgeted a bit more. “I came to bring you a housewarming gift. I hope you like it.”

He looked around, puzzled. “I didn’t see you bring anything in with you.”

Barbii smiled that pretty smile again, stood up and unbuttoned her coat. Robert looked at her with astonishment. Underneath it she wore a black satin bustier, a tiny black G-string, garter and stockings. That wasn’t all, however. On her neck, she wore a small, black leather collar. Attached to the collar was a thin silver chain. He looked back at her, puzzled.

“What the heck is going on?”

“I would be honored if you would accept me as your gift – Master.” She held out the silver chain to Robert, who was still confused.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand Barbii.”

She had knelt down and was looking up at him with those beautiful eyes, full of life. “Robert, all of my life I’ve been independent, strong-willed. I’ve set all my goals and achieved them. I’m a very sexual woman, yet never met a man who could keep up with me. I promised myself when I found that man, I would give myself to him. You are that man Robert, you are my Master.”

Robert looked down at the still-kneeling young woman. “Barbii, I can’t –“

“Why Master? Do you not find me attractive?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re an incredible young woman. But for one thing, I am old enough to be your father.”

“Perhaps that is part of the appeal Master.”

“And another thing … ” Robert stopped himself and looked into her eyes. They were so blue, so full of life and passion. The things he’d been missing since Kate died. He looked at Barbii again.

“This is what you want? To be my possession, my slave, my fuck toy?”

Barbii’s eyes grew even brighter and she nodded her head animatedly. görükle escort bayan “Oh yes, Robert, Master. So very, very much!”

He thought over her offer for what seemed like a few minutes more, but was likely only a minute. “All right. I may be crazy, or you may be crazy, but damn it, I want this.” Robert took the chain from her hand. “Stand up, my sweet Slave.” Barbii did as she was told.

“Follow me to the bedroom.” Barbii did so, eagerly, ready to surrender herself to her Master’s every whim. She knew she could please him and would be happy to do so.

“Sit on the bed.” Barbii obeyed his command.

“You will please me in every way I command. You will do as I say. I am the Master, you are the fuck toy. Do I make myself clear?”

Barbii felt herself getting wet. Robert was really getting into this and she was thrilled. “Yes, my Master.”

“Good. I want you to unzip my pants, take out my cock and give me a blow job. Make it a good one, got that?” Robert felt the thrill go through his body, he hadn’t been this sexually charged in a long time.

Barbii nodded and did as she was told. Her Master’s cock was so beautiful, thick and long, with a large, purple head. She slid her mouth over it and began sucking on it, her tongue tracing every vein, her hand caressing and cupping his large balls. She wanted to make a good impression on her new Master and from his groans, she knew she was doing so.

Robert could barely contain himself. The tiny vixen was good, damned good. She was a natural cocksucker and it thrilled him that she was his toy. Her head bobbed and weaved as he threaded his fingers through her thick, Strawberry-blonde curls and fed her his cock.

Barbii was enjoying every mouthful of her Master’s tool in her mouth. She didn’t know if she could take it all at first, but the petite sexpot was going to try. She was soon deep-throating him all the way down to the base and hearing him moan only pleased her more.

“You’re doing well, my Pet. My fucktoy is pleasing me, oh, so very much. All right – enough!” he commanded, sternly.

She removed her full, red lips from his cock and looked up. “Master?”

He smiled at his Barbii – she was that now, he knew – and told her “I want to tie your arms to the bedposts. But what can I use?”

Barbii smiled at her new Master. “Perhaps the hand towels in the bathroom, my Master?”

Robert smiled at her again. “Excellent idea, my dear Slave. You have pleased me again.” She smiled at him, practically glowing. “Remove the top and panties while I go to get them, but leave on the stockings and shoes, understand?” She nodded as he left the room.

Robert came back in a few minutes, to find his little Barbii sitting on the bed, naked as he had instructed. Her breasts were round, perfect, like little cupcakes. He tweaked each nipple and she squealed at him with pleasure. “I like that Master!” she said excitedly.

“Good. Now, get on the bed and face the wall. That’s a good girl.” He tied both of her wrists to the bedposts, tightly. She could move her body, but she’d be unable to get off the bed.

He undressed in front of his Barbii, she looked at him, eyes glazed with delight. He was so macho, so confident and self-assured. His body was firm still, his chest broad and covered with hair. She ached to have him take her as his fucktoy. Her pussy was dripping with anticipation.

He leaned over to her, cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her. “You’re going to love this.”

He got on the bed behind her, she could barely see him, but all of a sudden, she could feel him. His tongue had delved into her tiny, nearly-bald cunt and was eating her with the skill of a practiced lover. He twirled it around her clit, buried his face in her as he ate her out. She was squirming on his tongue as it invaded her nether regions, but wasn’t able to move very far. She ached for release already, but that was for her Master to decide.

Robert sensed that she wanted to cum, so he said “You may cum, fucktoy. Make it loud.”

Barbii screamed, loud enough for his new neighbors to hear. “OHHHH, GODDD, YESS, ROBERT, MASTER, I’M CUMMMINNGGG!!” Her tight, compact little body shook as she did so.

Again, he leaned over and kissed her. Her eyes looked adoringly into his and she knew he had won her heart already. She felt he was likely feeling the same, but did not voice her opinion.

Barbii felt his strong hands on her hips and all of a sudden, his big cock was buried deep in her pussy. He was pounding her savagely, all bursa escort of the pent-up lusts of the last year were being unleashed on her. He gripped Barbii tight and fucked her hard, his beautiful young fuck toy moved back against him as best she could. She was so tight, so wet and horny, she was an incredible fuck.

Determined to please her Master, Barbii moved back against him as best she could. She tightened her pussy muscles around his member and he groaned, which made her smile. Her body was aching, yet it felt good, so good to have Robert fucking her. His big cock felt so good in her sweet pussy, she never wanted him to stop fucking her.

He did stop. He pulled out, she whimpered a little. “Master?” she said in her soft little voice.

She felt his cock poke at the rosebud of her anus and screamed, “Master, no! I’ve never taken it in there!”

His face grew stern. “But you want to?”

She nodded at him. “I want to do anything that pleases you, my Master, my Robert.”

He grinned at her, obviously pleased with her quick response. “All right, my Pet, not tonight. But you have refused a command and must be punished. How can I do that?”

An almost-evil smile came over her sweet face. “Go look in the pocket of my coat Master.”

He did as she suggested and came back into the bedroom with a small, black riding crop. “Is this what you had in mind, fucktoy?”

She looked over at him and said “Yes. My Master must keep me in line. If his toy is bad, she must be punished. I am his to command.”

He laughed heartily and rejoined her on the bed. “Then, punished you shall be.” He brought the crop down on her ass, and not lightly. He knew somehow that his Barbii wanted to feel it, so he continued to lash her with the crop until her ass cheeks glowed bright red. She was crying in pain, but he could also sense there was pleasure there as well. Her pussy was damp and her eyes were now ablaze with excitement.

Robert ceased striking her with the crop, laying it down on the bed. He got behind Barbii again and slammed his cock back into her again, fucking her with fury. Although their fucking was savage and brutal, Robert knew he felt genuine affection for the tiny beauty. She’d reinvigorated his life and she would love every minute of being his Slave and fucktoy. He’d make sure of that.

Tiny yelps of pleasure were coming from Barbii’s lips, little “OhOhOh’s” that let him know he was doing a good job fucking her. He’d be wild with her, he’d let her please him in ways he couldn’t even think of just yet, and Barbii would love every minute of it.

Harder and harder he fucked, she gave as good as she got. Her tight young pussy milked his cock and he ached to cum. Finally, he told her he was about to cum and went to pull out, but Barbii stopped him.

“I’m on the pill, my Master, but if you ever wished to give me your babies, I would gladly accept them.” He hugged her hips tightly, eyes nearly tearing, and came deep within the confines of her cunt. She screamed with him and orgasmed yet again.

He released her a few minutes later and she sat astride him, little kisses feathering his cheeks. “You were wonderful Master, truly. I am so, so happy.”

They went into the bathroom, were he instructed her to clean him, then herself. Barbii did as she was told, teasing him a little. He knew he was too tired for now and chided her softly, saying “Another time, Pet.”

She put the bustier back on and Robert put on his robe. They went out into the living room and he made more coffee, although he supposed he should have had her do it. This was going to take some getting used to, but he had ideas.

He went back into the living room and handed her the steaming mug. Barbii looked up at him and said a quiet “Thank You.”

He sat down beside her and cuddled her head into his body. “Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

She smiled. “I have some paperwork to do and some friends wanted to go to a movie and …” Robert shook his head. “No.”

Robert said to Barbii “You are to be here at precisely 9 PM on Friday evening. If you are late, you will be punished. You must be prepared to be fucked the minute I am ready for you. Have a meal earlier, we won’t have much time until later.”

She smiled and he continued. “Bring your sexiest outfits, some toys and some changes of clothing, street clothing.”

The last command puzzled her. “Master?”

He hugged her and kissed her sweet freckled face. “There will be times, if my sweet fucktoy pleases me, I may not want her going home in the evenings. She will need a change of clothing then, won’t she?”

She squealed and hugged him tight again, joyous in his embrace. Robert looked down and knew they’d be very happy, she delighted him in every way.

“My little pet – when we’re in public? Call me Bear.”

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It seemed to Hailey that she had just fallen asleep, when the cage door clanged open and Nick’s cheerful voice said, “Wakey, wakey slavey. You have a busy day today.”

A groggy Hailey was pulled out of the cage and taken to the bathroom. After a much needed pee and a humiliating enema, Hailey was in the shower – a cold, cold shower, followed by a brisk teeth and hair brushing. Then, outfitted with a gag and running shoes, Nick took her to her first activity. Waiting for Hailey was a treadmill. Nick strapped her on to it in such a way that she had to keep running, and could not rest until the treadmill was turned off. “Slaves and cheerleaders need their exercise, Blondie,” said Nick as he adjusted the controls. He eyed her lush boobs – they would need some support. So he came back with coils of rope, and soon Hailey had a perfect little rope bra. Nick could not resist her nipples, so he spent some time kissing and licking them into hard little nubs. This, of course, aroused Hailey’s pussy which pouted and glistened at Nick. With a grin, he stroked her until she thought she was going to cum. “Just a little fun Blondie,” said Nick görükle escort and stopped at a very crucial time. Hailey moaned as the treadmill started up, the speed set to a modest jog. Nick left the room, only to return at intervals to give her water. So for the rest of the morning, Hailey jogged…and jogged…and jogged.

Just when she thought she was going to collapse with exhaustion, Nick came back. He gave her some more water and then led her to a bowl on the floor, filled with unappetizing looking gray goop. “Your only meal for the day, Blondie. If you don’t eat this, you can wait until tomorrow and eat the same thing. Believe me, it will taste worse tomorrow.” Hailey wanted to throw up, but her stomach was complaining loud and long, so she licked up the tasteless goop. Then she was locked in a tiny little birdcage – “rest Blondie, you need your strength.”

Hailey was eventually removed from her cramped position and taken to a bench press. Nick strapped her down, except for her hands which were strapped to the weight bar. He attached sensors to her tits and thighs. “Start lifting Blondie,” he görükle escort bayan commanded. Hailey stayed still, only to find sharp shocks go through her body. As the intensity grew, Hailey hurriedly began to lift and lower the weights. Nick smiled with satisfaction. “Just a little encouragement in case you decide to rest too often, Blondie.” Once again, Hailey found herself exercising willy-nilly for what seemed like hours. Everytime she rested with exhaustion, the shocks searing through her body got her back on track again. Then it was back to the cage.

A short while and a toilet break later, Nick strapped Hailey down onto a heavy office chair. The chair had a computer chip attached to it, and at a typed command, it began to spin and move in a zig zag pattern around the room, making Hailey dizzy and disoriented. Nick varied the speed of the spinning and the travel, leaving her in the chair for almost an hour. When he finally stopped, Hailey looked like she was ready to collapse. But she had one more ordeal coming to her. Nick strung her up to the ceiling and then showed her the cat. “It has nine tails, bursa escort Blondie. It really makes a Master’s work easy. One stroke and it hits so many soft body parts. Watch.” And as Hailey “watched” and screamed, the cat tormented her body over and over again. Once again, Nick did not hit very hard, but for novice slave Hailey, the pain was unbearable.

As she sobbed hopelessly in her bonds, Hailey was taken back to her bedtime cage and strapped in. But tonight was different. A harsh, hot light blazed away straight into her face. Loud, metallic music boomed through the cell. And even if Hailey could sleep through this din, just a slight relaxation of her body brought her into contact with the bars of the cage, and a painful shock. All night, Hailey stayed awake, hurting, and exhausted. Towards dawn, Nick took pity on her and switched off her stimuli. Barely aware of the cessation Hailey sank into blessed slumber. Pain, confusion, sleep deprivation and fatigue – Nick was going through the classic steps of breaking in a slave. Though his logical mind told him that he had to go according to the training plan, Nick felt his heart clench at the sight of the woeful little figure slumped against the bars of the cage. Could he go through with this? And more important, now that he had turned to these illegal activities, could he let her go without compromising his safety? Nick had much planning to do….

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