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This account contains references to scat/shit eating and if this subject offends you please do not read it.

Chapter 1

I had previously written a story for this web site under the name of “Hylyfe”; the story was entitled “Yellow and Brown” and detailed my desire to be a human toilet. It described the path I took to achieve the fulfilment of my perverted desires and it described in detail the thrill of being a toilet for a discerning mistress.

Having enjoyed that experience so much I elected to repeat it and once again and wonderful time was had. I had dressed and was ready to leave but mistress A seemed to want to talk. To put her at ease I thanked her for the session and told her that she was fantastic at handling what must be a very difficult task. She sat down and invited me to sit across from her and the following conversation ensued.

“You really like doing this don’t you?”

“Well, I don’t like to it but I like to be made to do it. I like to make the ultimate sacrifice to a woman. I like to sink to the lowest depths possible to show how subservient I am to women. Being a toilet is the most degrading thing I can do and this gives me extreme pleasure.”

“Ok,” she replied “But what if you wife were to find out?”

“Can’t happen I’m afraid. My wife passed away a year ago and now I’m all on my lonesome. No wife, no family and very few friends.”

Mistress A continued, “Stop me if you don’t like what you hear, but how would you feel about being a full time toilet for someone?

I’ve got friends who need someone to fill this role. Very, very dominant women who want to abuse and humiliate men.

Women who show no mercy; women who treat men as dirt; women who don’t give a toss about your welfare.”

I considered for a while; it seemed too good to be true; there had to be a catch. How come this could be offered for free when I was paying good money to do it with mistress A. I formulated the obvious question. “For free? How can it be free?”

“Free! Oh no. No, no, it’s not free. Here’s the deal: You pay me £1,000 for the introduction and then you negotiate a price with the lady in question. I think you’re looking at another £10,000. This is serious stuff.” She held me with a steely glare. “This is no game; you enter into service; you have no other purpose in life and you serve till the end.”

Realisation slowly began to dawn. I hardly dared ask the question. “Till the end? Do you mean for the rest of my life? Is that possible?”

She relaxed back into the chair; it seemed she was in total control. “Listen. Some men are destined to serve; the fact that you are still sitting there proves you fall into this category. Any normal person would’ve walked out of here before now; the fact that you’re still here proves you’re interested. Face up to it, you’re hooked; hook, line and sinker.”

I contemplated her words and knew that she was right. I knew beyond a doubt that this was utter stupidity; I knew that I had to be mad to be even contemplating this outrageous action.

With a rapidly beating heart and a shaky voice I asked; “What do I have to do?”

“Be here tomorrow with the 1k. That’s it; now go.”

Chapter 2

Tomorrow came and I found myself at her door. I rang the bell and was ushered in by Mistress A. No small talk, no conversation, just “Where’s the money?”

I handed over a sheaf of notes. Mistress A disappeared into the back room and I was left on my own; but not for long; within two minutes I was joined by a third party. She had to be nearing forty years old, she had a perfect figure and was dressed like a member of the English aristocracy. Every inch of her screamed dominatrix; the sight of her made me want to drop to my knees and beg to serve.

She sat at the table and invited me to sit opposite her. “Name,” she demanded.

“Paul,” I answered with a shake and tremble in my voice, then thinking that I should show some respect I quickly added, “Paul Ma’am.”

“To be honest Paul you don’t look good enough to be my toilet. Tell me why you should be allowed the privilege.”

“Ma’am I’ve led a normal decent life; I had a wife and a family but now I’ve lost them. I’m on my own. I held a decent job in a responsible position and people respected me. I took early retirement when I reached 60 back in January and financially I’m solvent.

All my life I have had dark thoughts about being used. In the last year I have visited Mistress A twice and been used by her. I know now that I was put on this earth to serve womankind. Mistress A will confirm that I can do the job. No wimping out; no complaining; no second thoughts. I was put on this earth to be abused and used by goddesses like you Ma’am.”

“Ok Paul; just a little test for you.” She turns towards the door and calls “Abigail!”

The door opens and Mistress A enters holding a plate; as she puts it on the table in front of me I see that resting on the plate is a big fat turd. It’s still steaming and beside it is a spoon. The smell rises and assails my nostrils. I make no move but look towards my prospective Escort Bayan tormentor and wait for her instructions.

“Go ahead Paul; show me you can do it. Show me you were made to eat shit.”

I take up the spoon and cut into the corner of the offering. I make sure there is a sizeable piece on my spoon slowly I raise it to my lips and whilst looking my tormentor in the eye I insert the still warm shit into my mouth. Slowly I chew, allowing the evil taste to permeate my entire mouth. I savour the texture; I use my tongue to move it round my mouth, to push it between my teeth and to explore the traces of undigested food. Now I swallow the awful stuff. A wave of nausea passes over me but I manage to control the urge to wretch. I must impress.

I abandon the spoon and lift the plate to my lips; I open my mouth and tilt the plate; the rest of the offering, a good six inches, slides down the plate and passes over my bottom lip and into my waiting mouth, I close my lips on it. I close my eyes and with a concentrated effort I swallow the whole thing. I return the plate to the table and cast my eyes down waiting for some comment.

“Hmm; you pass! Now pop this plastic bag over your head; I don’t want to ever see your face again unless it’s at the bottom of my toilet. These are my terms; they are non negotiable and you take them or leave them.

One. You sign a disclaimer. It states exactly what you will be doing and declares that you do it of your own accord.

Two: you pay me £10,000 within one week from now.

Three: you sort all your affairs out within the next four weeks.

Four; you report to me 28 days from now; you bring a small holdall with whatever you need.

Five: You agree that I can do as I wish with you and you agree that I can dispose of you as I wish in the event that you die.

You have five minutes now to think it through.”

I tried to think but it was difficult. Shit still lined my mouth and throat; my cock was rock hard and I knew that in this state rational thinking was not an option. The five minutes flew by and my mind was in turmoil. Before I was ready the question came.

“Well, what’s your answer?”

As if from afar I heard myself answer, “Yes I accept your conditions Ma’am.”

It was madness; I was signing my life away; How long would I last; how long could I last? Weeks, months, years? I had no way of knowing. I signed a disclaimer, I signed a contract, I committed myself to undoubted physical and mental torture. I was given contact details and then dismissed. I was on the road to a purgatory at all of my own choice.

Chapter 3

Twenty eight days had passed and I had complied with all the details of my instructions. The 10 k had been handed over, my affairs were all in order and I had no ties to bind me to my former life. I was ready to embark on my new calling; I was ready to be a human toilet.

I had packed a couple of t-shirts, some casual slacks, slippers and various other items of clothing. Thinking that life might be boring and being the wanker I am I also packed a ball crusher, a set of sounds, a tens device and a big lifelike dildo. These were my favourite wanking toys.

The time was now; this was the hour; my fate would be sealed in a few seconds. I knocked on the door of the big mansion house. As footsteps approached the door I slipped the plastic bag over my head, mindful of what I had been told. The door opened, no words were spoken; I was ushered in.

I could see nothing through the bag but I was led through the house; after a couple of twisting corridors a pair of hands were placed on my shoulders and I was guided into a room. My bag was pushed through behind me and I heard the clang of a heavy metal door being closed. I then heard the unmistakeable sound of a padlock being snapped shut.

After five minutes a voice sounded through some speakers.

“Do as you want, look around; get used to your new surroundings. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

Slowly I removed the bag from my head and took in my surroundings. I was in a single room with the one metal door; the door with the padlock that had sealed my fate. Clearly I had no access to the padlock and with a sinking feeling I realised that I no longer had control of my eventual fate. Choice was no longer my companion!

I took stock of my surroundings. A mattress on the floor with a duvet, an arm chair, a small table with an accompanying chair, TV, DVD player, rows of books and dvd’s. CD’s by the score and a stack of old magazines. There was a kitchenette area with all the necessary items to make hot drinks and simple food preparation equipment.

One thing puzzled me; there was a trap door in the floor on one side of the room and I could hear running water below it.

One thing excited me; an alcove in one of the walls. It was 12 inches square and 18 inches deep. At right angles to it was a bench and it was immediately obvious that if I lay on the bench I could place my head in the alcove. With my cock straining to burst out of my trousers I lay on the bench Bayan Escort and slid along it so my head was in the alcove; joy of joy there was the underside of a toilet seat in the ceiling. I fondled my cock and imagined the thrills to come.

Suddenly a voice rang out. “Listen to me carefully boy. If I need to use the toilet a bell will ring; you have one minute to get into place. You will eat or drink everything that is put into your mouth. I have a surveillance cam and can see what you are doing. As long as you are a good boy you can submit a list to me every day though the serving hatch and I will get you anything you need within reason. If you choose not to be a good boy you don’t get to submit a list; so the choice is yours. Needless to say I have friends and visitors and you will service them all. Don’t forget that a toilet has multiple uses.

There is only one way out of here and it’s under the trap door. If you open it you will see a well; it’s 25 mtrs deep and there are rungs to allow you to climb down. You can go whenever you wish. Twelve men have left here, some dead, some close to death, some very much alive. None of them have ever been heard of again. No bodies have ever turned up. It may be an escape route but who knows. I am led to believe that it is an underground river that leads to a sink hole. I don’t know; I don’t care.”

Chapter 4

I started to unpack my pathetic belongings but straight away a bell sounded. I scooted over to the bench and got into position. I stared up at the toilet seat and waited in anticipation. I rubbed my cock but took care not to climax at this stage. There was movement above; the seat cover was lifted and looking down at me was the goddess I been contracted to.

She spoke. “You will call me Ma’am, I’ll call you bastard; any other women you will also call ma’am and in the unlikely event of a man using you, you will call him sir. Now open you mouth bastard!”

As ordered I opened my mouth; my goddess turned and sat on the toilet seat. The light was blocked and it was difficult to see but to my delight she flicked a switch and my cubby hole was illuminated. There was her arsehole in all it’s full glory but closer to my face still was her pee hole and after a few seconds a warm gush of piss hit my face and mouth. It was messy and seemed to go all over the place; most of it though went into my mouth and I was treated to the divine taste of lady pee. I swallowed, I drank, I enjoyed but oh no! I spunked into my pants. What a Stupid boy I was. Now I prayed that this time she only wanted a pee but she made no effort to move. Robbed of my erect penus and now having spunked my head became clearer. Oh my god I thought, she’s going to shit into my mouth; am I ready, can I do this?

I stared up at the anus above me; I was enthralled and mesmerised. It started to move; it pushed outwards and then retracted again. It pushed outwards again and then without warning a viscous fart broke loose; the foul air washed across my face and the stink of it caused an involuntary intake of breath on my part. The smell was vile and a wave of nausea passed over me but at the same time I could feel my cock harden again. I wanted her shit; every fibre of my being demanded that I be allowed to eat her shit but it wasn’t to be this time; she stood up dropped the toilet seat and departed without even a glance back at me. I lay there for a while and savoured the taste of her pee as it lingered in my mouth and throat.

After a while I returned to my unpacking and when that was finished I poked around in the one room apartment to see what was what. The DVD’s were all porn, mostly BDSM and other perversions, quite a few ts/tv themed films and a couple of straight hetro porn. I selected “Tv’s in torment” and popped it in the player. I spent an hour gently wanking as I watched cock sucking tv’s being tormented and screwed. I always had a secret desire to make out with a tv and fantasised about what it would be like to suck cock.

Chapter 5

Two hours later and the bell tolled for me again. I quickly took up my position and waited expectantly. The seat was raised and a new face stared down at me. The face got closer till it was just inches from mine.

“Hello fucker. You must be the new toilet.” The smell of alcohol was intense and I realised straight away that the young lady was drunk. She continued. “I’m madams little dyke. She uses me sometimes but mostly I just sit around and get drunk. I’m drunk now; that’s why I’m here. I might have drunk too much cos I’m feeling a bit sick.”

This is not something I had bargained for but in for a penny in for a pound. I kept my mouth wide open and waited to see what might transpire. Suddenly she convulsed and a fountain of puke shot forth, a lot went over my face but a lot more went straight into my mouth. This was really vile stuff; I swallowed and then started gagging. She instantly put the palm of her hand over my mouth and said, “Not allowed to be sick fucker. Keep it down.” I controlled my self and did indeed keep it down. “Fucker,” she said, “You can call me Escort Lucy. Now I’ve got some stinking shit for you. She turned and sat on the toilet. She instantly pissed but it went all over the place; I drank what I could then got ready for the main course. In no time at all her arse opened and without ceremony she dumped on me. It was loose and came out in several spurts, I saw nothing because with the first spurt some of it went into my eyes. I just gulped down what I could and the rest ran over my face. She used toilet paper to wipe her arse and politely popped this into my mouth. I chewed and ate it with relish. She stood; she slammed the toilet seat down and left.

I got up and looked back into my little alcove; there was a good mixture of piss, shit and puke. I leant forward and slowly licked it all up; at the same time I wanked; with the last lick I allowed myself to climax. Oh boy what a mess! More licking and cleaning to do!

Immediately the bell rang again and I got into position; this time it was my godess; I lay still in anticipation. She had the usual pee and then she got ready to shit. I watched as her anus expanded and contracted and then I saw the start of something brown begin to emerge. It made two appearances before it had enough momentum to come out into the world. It was big, fat and solid. My godess squeezed it off at about four inches and assisted by gravity it fell straight into my open mouth.

I chewed it for a minute and enjoyed the vile taste. I swallowed and swallowed again and now I was ready for more. Ma’am was very obliging and took it very steady allowing me to savour each exquisite offering. I wanted to be a good toilet, I wanted to be the best. Not a drop of shit was missed, I ate the lot and just so she didn’t have to see or smell her shit I licked my lips clean so not a trace was left. She left with no word.

To date this was the only time I had to eat puke as well as shit and piss but there were a few special events that are worthy of note.

Chapter 6

Two weeks into my duties and my goddess made her early morning visit; I straight away noticed the thin ribbon hanging from her vagina. It caused a surge of excitement within me but first the morning pee had to be dealt with; as with most early morning pees it was acrid and strong and particularly delighted me. Having finished the pee my goddess reached down and gently removed the tampon; as she lowered it towards me I used my tongue to guide it into my mouth. She stood up and watched for a while as I sucked and chewed and then left me to my devices. I ducked back into my room and continued to chew and suck; there was a strong metallic taste for a while but soon the flavour diminished. I found that if I used the scissors to cut it into small pieces I could happily eat it.

Another time Madam’s little dyke came in; she was obviously suffering from a severe cold as her nose seemed to be blocked; she used a paper handkerchief to have a good blow and ended with a mucus filled tissue. She showed me the result and it was a green and yellow nightmare; she wiped the tissue over my face making sure that lots of the vile mixture went over my lips and up my nose; she said she wanted to share her cold then she watched as I chewed and swallowed the soggy mess. Her cold lasted for a week and I was subjected to this treatment every few hours. I did get the cold eventually and this seemed to please her.

I’m not sure what was happening in the house but a couple of times a week Madam’s little dyke would come in with a bag of used condoms, usually about nine or ten. As a toilet of course it was my job to accept used condoms but to aid digestion they were first turned inside out and the contents tipped into my mouth and then the Madam’s dyke cut them into small pieces with the scissors before dropping them into my waiting open mouth. I liked eating the spunk and fantasised that I had actually sucked the cocks that produced the cum.

Once I took a day off and did not answer the call of the bell. Because I was frightened of the consequences of a dirty toilet I cleared the mess away after each time they visited. The next day no food, medicine or drinks were passed to me. I figured I had better get back to my toilet duties in order to maintain the supply of antibiotics and food.

During this day off I took a serious look beneath the trap door. I climbed in and used the rungs that were inset in the wall to aid my descent to the bottom of the pit. The sound or rushing water came ever closer and when I reached the last rung I could clearly see the rushing water below me. It seemed to be clear and fresh and I imagined that it must join a river or stream somewhere. Was it a death trap or was it freedom? I climbed back to my room and my toilet duties.

Chapter 7

Now I’m back in real time and it’s been 42 days since my arrival here. I seem to be getting progressively weaker as the days pass and I frequently suffer from all sorts of illness. There is no relief and no sympathy and I am contemplating a bid for freedom. My goddess has encouraged me to write this account and has promised to submit it for publication after my demise. Needless to say there can be no more submissions from Hylyfe after this one. I wonder why she is so keen for my story to be told. I think it’s an attempt to recruit new service providers.

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It was a warm spring day. I had taken the day off from work to do a little much needed yard work. I was dressed in my usual goofing around attire which consisted of a t-shirt and some old cut-off jeans that, to tell the truth, should have been thrown away long before now. They had several holes in the upper leg area and, at times, I could feel the air on my cock as I worked. I didn’t worry too much about it though as my neighbors on both sides had left for work and on the other side of the road we bordered on a nice strip of woods.

As I was cleaning around the flowerbeds, I could have sworn that I heard someone crying softly from my neighbors’ yard. I stopped working, listened and, sure enough, I heard it again. I stood and walked over to the privacy fence and looked between the slats into their backyard. It was my neighbor’s wife, Donna, sitting in a yard chair with her face in her hands crying. I wondered if perhaps I should call out to her and ask what was wrong but hesitated because, even though we spoke as neighbors do, we had never been very social to each other. Her husband traveled quite a lot for business and was just home for the weekends.

She was an attractive woman, probably in her early forties with shoulder length dark brown hair. Her figure was still quite good with what appeared to be nice breasts and a narrow waist along with a very shapely butt. Today she was wearing a loose fitting housecoat and she still had her house shoes on.

As I was debating with myself, she stopped crying and removed her hands from her face and sat back in the chair. As she did, the housecoat opened at the top and I could see the soft swelling of her breasts on either side. She leaned her head back and appeared to be staring at the sky for a few moments. One of her hands slowly came up and absently started to touch her left breast, rubbing in small circles towards her nipple. As she was doing this she crossed her legs at her ankles and started to rock her hips slowly back and forth in her chair. I just stood there quietly staring. I did look around to make sure that there was no one else around that might wonder what I found so interesting at the fence, but I saw no one.

When I looked once again, she had almost completely exposed her breast and was tugging on her nipple. It was hard and swollen just as my cock was Escort Bayan starting to be too. I heard a sharp intake of breath and she seemed to shudder and then the damndest thing I had ever seen happened. Liquid came from the bottom of her chair making a sizable puddle beneath her. She uncrossed her legs and opened them allowing me to see right up into her very hairy crotch. She was pissing! Right in her chair, she was pissing herself. She sat there a few more minutes then got up and looked down, saw her puddle of piss and smiled to herself. She then closed her robe and walked back into her house.

I didn’t know what the hell to think about what I had just seen but knew I had to move from the fence before she went upstairs and looked out her window. I walked to my back porch and sat down and lit a cigarette. I noticed that my hand was shaking a little and I kind of laughed at myself. “Getting hot and bothered by what you saw, are you?” I said to myself. I glanced back towards her house and saw movement from one of the upstairs windows. I took my last drag off my smoke, tossed it into the flowerbed and got up and walked in my back door. I headed up the stairs and went into my bedroom and looked out the window but found that I couldn’t see directly into her room from there.

I grabbed a pair of binoculars from my closet and went to the spare bedroom and tried there. Bingo! I could see into her room at a diagonal, right towards her bed. She was standing there looking into a mirror with the still wet robe on. She opened a drawer and removed something from it and walked towards her bed. She unfolded it and I saw that it was a cover of some kind. She placed it on top of the bed covers and then took off her robe and dropped it on the floor. I quickly looked through the binoculars and took in all her beauty like I was right next to her. Those tits were wonderful with very little sag and, like I said, a very hairy bush. She once again opened a drawer and removed what looked like a flesh covered tube of some kind and when she tossed it onto the bed I could see that it was a large vibrator.

Placing herself in the middle of the bed she began to rub her tits once again. As her nipples began to become two hard points she raised her legs at the knees allowing me to see her cunt. I could tell that her bush hair Bayan Escort was still wet with piss but the lips had a sheen to them as well. One of her hands came down to her snatch and she parted her cunt lips with two fingers and then slowly began to rub herself up and down her slit. She turned her head and seemed to look in the mirror again as she continued to stroke herself.

By this time my cock was as hard as a rock and I needed to give it some room so I undid my shorts and let them drop to my feet. I reached down, grabbed my cock and began to jack myself at the tempo she was using next door. She reached over, picked up her toy and turned it on. With one hand still rubbing and pulling on her nipples she used the other to place her toy on her well developed clit. I saw her stomach suck in as the pleasure began to wash over her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to slide the toy down her cunt till it was poised at her entrance then slid it further down till it stopped at her asshole and then back up again. She did this several times then quickly pushed it into her cunt, made some kind of adjustment to the speed, and let go of it. Her hands returned to her tits and she began to pull and squeeze her tits and nipples very hard. I was stroking myself faster now and a line of sweat had formed on my forehead. I looked down at my cock and saw that pre-cum was leaking out already. Looking back at her I saw that her hips were rocking back and forth as before. I looked at her toy and was amazed to see that it was moving in and out of her with just her cunt muscles gripping and releasing it.

She was still looking in the mirror when I noticed that I could see her eyes and she seemed to be looking right in my direction. I was starting to feel the tightening of my balls leading to a good cum when it dawned on me. If I could see her… she could see me in her mirror! It didn’t matter to me at that time because I was so close to blowing my wad and I just wanted to cum.

I looked at her again and saw her hips bucking up and down and she had both her nipples pulled out as far as she could pull them when, all of a sudden, her toy slid out of her pussy and a strong stream of her cum started flowing out and running down the crack of her ass. She let go of her tits and reached down to her pussy and pulled her labia Escort the same way she did her nipples. Her ass lifted off the bed and she started pissing again. This time it shot all the way to the end of her bed then slowly subsided and just dribbled out of her piss-hole and down her pussy.

I couldn’t stand it one more second and I felt my cock stiffen and my cum boiled out of it in thick white ropes. Each stroke pushed more and more of my cum out. My knees felt weak and I grabbed the window ledge for support. I looked back at her and she had turned around and lay in her piss, starting to rub it all over herself. I could see her cunt in the mirror now and more woman cum was running out of her hole. She rubbed this on herself as well. My cock was still hard which surprised me, and I just stood there watching her.

After finally catching my breath, I returned to my yard chores and resumed weeding the flowerbeds. I was on my hands and knees and intent on getting this done when I noticed a shadow moving towards me. I stopped and turned my head to look over my shoulder and saw that it was my neighbor standing just a few feet away from me.

“Hi,” I said nervously.

“Hi yourself,” she said, moving even closer to me. I turned to the right to rise but she stopped me with a wave of her hand. “No, stay there, please,” she asked.

I looked straight at her midsection and saw that she had another robe on. She was close enough for me to smell her recent arousal and a faint urine odor, not at all unpleasant. I also noticed that the robe was opening as she leaned over a little to speak to me and she was nude beneath it.

I was staring right at her crotch when she said, “I was watching you, as you watched me get myself off. I could see you through my mirror,” she told me, “when you pulled your cock out and started jacking it. I almost came right away but I wanted to wait and see you shoot your cum.” She was breathing faster. “My pussy was, and still is, on fire. Would you care to join me inside and we can watch each other masturbate from a much closer distance?”

Normally, I’m never at a loss of something to say, but at that time I was speechless! I just nodded my head and stood up. She held out her hand towards me and I took it. She turned and started to head back to her home when I asked her, “What were you crying about earlier, in your backyard?”

She just smiled and said, “I wasn’t really crying, I just wanted to be sure to get your attention so you would watch me play with myself. I just get so fucking hot when someone watches me.”

THE END

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This story contains scenes of FEMDOM, BONDAGE/BDSM, CHASTITY, CUCKOLDING, CFNM, BI-SEX, CUM EATING, CROSSDRESSING, PUBLIC, & HUMILIATION. Read at your own peril 🙂 Enjoy!

Chapter 2 – Cum cleanup & shopping humiliation

I sat and watched as Katelyn leaned back on the bed, her legs spread wide, looking up at the five guys as they all started to undress. A couple of the guys looked over at me and grinned as they peeled off their clothes, chuckling at my little cock, caged up and helpless. I noticed how much bigger each of them were than me. Not just how tall and muscled they all were but their dicks were all huge!

Katelyn licked her lips as the first guy stepped up between her outspread legs. He didn’t hesitate at all before slamming his massive cock into her tight little shaved pussy, causing her to arch her back and close her eyes. She moaned loudly as he began thrusting in and out of her, stretching her out each time. I clenched my teeth in frustration as I watched her, breasts bouncing wildly as she was clearly cumming already, her juices leaking out from around his shaft as he fucked her.

After she came again, he pulled out, stroking his cock as his cum shot out, spraying out all over her belly and boobs. She laid back, breathing hard, chest heaving as she was coated with stream after stream of his thick sticky cum. Once he finally finished, he wiped his dick on her belly and stepped back. At which point, Katelyn opened her eyes and looked right at me. She raised a hand and hooked her finger at me “Come clean me off honey”

My mouth dropped open in shock even as I felt myself rising and stepping over beside her. I leaned down slowly, looking at all of the cum on her tight sexy body. There is so much, I thought to myself as I stuck my tongue out, tasting another man’s cum for the first time. I swallowed it down with difficulty as I heard the guys behind and beside me laugh loudly, a couple of them calling me a little slut and cum whore as I licked up more and more cum from Katelyn’s skin. She reached out to grab my hair, holding my head and moving me around her body to lick up more cum. I kept licking and swallowing as I felt her body start to bounce. I glanced over to see the second guy starting to fuck her.

Once I finished cleaning her body, I swallowed the last of the cum down and licked my lips. Katelyn didn’t let go of my head but held it there on her belly right in front of the new guy who had an even larger cock than the first guy. She held me tight, making me watch his cock disappearing into her. I was so close, I could clearly hear the squishy sounds his cock was making in her soaking wet, juicy pussy. As he ravaged her, she moved my head closer and closer until my mouth was right up against his cock! I was basically sucking him while he fucked my girlfriend. It was too much and I felt my own cock pressing against the inside of the chastity cage uncomfortably.

Pretty soon, the new guy pulled out and Katelyn let go of my head so I could sit up, getting out of the way as the stranger started shooting his cum. He came even more than the first guy, his cum spraying all over her entire torso, some of it pooling in her belly button. Katelyn reached up to grab my head again, pulling it down but not to her body as I expected. Instead, she pulled me to the guy’s cock making me lick the last drops from his tip. Only then did she make me clean her body up again. She let go after I started and I didn’t pull away. I had become used to the taste of cum already and licked her body, sucking on her cum-covered nipples as the third guy slid his dick into my girlfriend. His cock was longer than the first two guys but his was thinner and his balls hung lower. I slurped up the puddle of cum from Katelyn’s belly, swallowing it all down and then leaned in to lick the guy’s cock as well as her clit as he fucked her.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” Katelyn moaned, “Yes! Yes! Oh my god!” She gripped the bed covers tightly, arching her back again and then cried out loudly as her juices squirted out from around the guy’s cock, making a mess on the bed. I licked eagerly, tasting her sweet flavor on his shaft. This time, though he didn’t pull out all the way as his cock twitched, filling her pussy with his cum. I stared wide-eyed as his cock pulsed again and again and again. Eventually, he slowly pulled out and I licked his cock clean. “Clean me out babe” Katelyn said between breaths.

I crawled down between her legs and took a hold of her thighs as I leaned in, smelling her as I opened my mouth. I slid my tongue in her slippery pussy as far as I could reach, pulling out the guy’s cum with my tongue. I started licking her excitedly, tasting both her and him at once and buried my face in her, eating like mad. I swallowed their combined juices down and alternated licking her clit and tongue-fucking her. She held my head against her and moaned again. I took her clit between my lips and sucked it hard, flicking it with my tongue at the same time. This seemed Escort Bayan to have done the trick as her pussy exploded again, spraying my face as she came hard, squirting all over me. I opened my mouth quickly to catch what I could but the fourth guy grabbed me, shoving me out of the way and slamming his thick cock into her orgasming pussy.

Katelyn had one orgasm after the next as this new guy fucked her. His massive cock was almost as long as my arm and as thick as a coke can too. I couldn’t believe that her tight little pussy could take it inside. Her eyes rolled up in her head as his balls slapped against her ass. He only lasted a couple minutes before he grunted, filling her again. “Get in there bitch” he said to me as he pulled out, cum starting to leak from her well-used cunt. I licked up the cum and then went back to eating her out as she squirmed and moaned, still coming down from the massive orgasms she had just experienced. She patted my head and I slowed down, savoring her swollen clit and tasting her sweet juices.

“Your turn Brian” she said to the last guy. I started to move out of the way but felt hands on either side of me grab me and turn me around just as Brian shoved his dick in my mouth. I grunted in surprise, eyes going wide and looking up at him. The rest of the guys all laughed at my misfortune as Brian started to fuck my mouth. He started pushing deeper and deeper until I was nearly gagging. They held me still and I felt Katelyn’s breath on my ear as she whispered “Take that cock baby!” I lost track of time but it felt like I sucked his cock for half an hour before he finally grunted, his cock twitching in my mouth. I felt his first shot of cum hit the back of my throat and almost choked on it. He pulled away, stroking himself as the other two guys continued to hold me still. Brian’s cum shot out and splashed on my cheek. HIs next shot hit my nose and I closed my eyes, feeling stream after stream hit my face, covering it all over. “Yay!” Katelyn clapped behind me watching me get coated with his thick warm cum.

Finally he finished, his cum slowly oozing down my face. I licked my lips tasting his cum. The guys let me go and I wiped cum from my eyes so I could open them. I turned around to look at Katelyn, who suppressed a giggle when she saw my cum-covered face. “You look like a proper cum slut honey!” she said with a smile. “Don’t move. I am not done with you yet.” she told me as she scooted off of the bed to hug and kiss all of the guys as they got dressed. She leaned up on tip toes to whisper in Brian’s ear but I couldn’t hear what she said. He laughed and nodded his head, looking over at me with a grin. Katelyn turned back to me as the guys all walked out of the room.

“Okay,” she said, looking down at me. “You wait right here while I go freshen up to meet Emma.” She walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I waited until she returned a few minutes later, drying her hair. “Good boy” she said to me. I just blushed and looked up at her sexy body. The cum had started to dry on my face as she tossed the towel on the bed. “What do you think you should wear?” she asked me. I opened my mouth to say something but she cut me off “No, nevermind. You don’t get to decide that. I do!” she giggled as she leaned over, opening the bottom drawer of the dresser. I stared at her ass as she pulled out a short black skirt. She opened another drawer and pulled out some thigh-high leggings. She nodded her head and tossed them on the bed next to me. She opened another drawer and came up with a thin-strapped tank top. “Okay honey, put those on while I get dressed and make sure to not ruin your ‘makeup!'” she laughed as she pulled out a long t-shirt and leggings for herself.

I looked at her clothes not moving as she pulled on her tights. “What are you waiting for?” she asked. “Do I need to come up with some sort of punishment or something?”

“No” I said quickly, picking up the clothes. “You really want me to wear these?” I asked her softly. She just nodded her head and mumbled, “Mmhmmm” as she started to put makeup on.

“We are going out to meet Emma so she can help me pick out some new clothes for you.” Katelyn said matter-of-factly. “You can’t borrow mine all the time you know.” She stated as she put on lipstick. I slumped down and then grudgingly started to pull the leggings. They felt weird being so tight on my legs since I wasn’t accustomed to wearing things so tight. Not to mention the fact that they only came half way up my thighs. I put the skirt on next. It was fairly short and I felt very exposed wearing it. I put the tank top on last, standing up and looking at myself in the mirror next to Katelyn. She paused from curling her eyelashes to look at me and smiled wickedly.

“You look really good babe” she giggled, “Let me see your little dick.”

I lifted the front of the skirt to show her my caged cock, still pressing against the chastity cage uncomfortably. She giggled and slapped my balls playfully Bayan Escort and then went back to getting ready.

“I can’t wait to see what Emma says when she sees you.” She chuckled. “Now go wait on the bed for me to finish.” I went to sit down and watched her put on her makeup, admiring her. She looked absolutely beautiful without makeup but when she did, she was completely stunning!

She got dressed in the tights and long shirt and smiled at me, “Let’s go!”

We drove to a strip mall with several shops and parked in the middle of the parking lot. I looked around and saw that there were several cars parked nearby. I hoped that they were in other stores and not the one we were heading to. A couple minutes later, a car parked right next to us and Katelyn started to get out.

“That’s Emma.” she said, patting my thigh before she exited the car. I slowly got out next, face feeling warm from embarrassment. I walked around the car as Katelyn and Emma hugged and even gave each other a quick kiss, both smiling broadly at each other.

Emma was a little taller than Katelyn and also a dancer. Emma had a few more curves though. Her breasts were a cup size bigger and her ass was more bubbly. She had long blonde hair and nearly always wore big glasses that gave her a sexy nerd look that I always secretly found attractive but never said so. I had my suspicions that the two of them had fooled around one time or another in the past but had never gotten a straight answer about it. They had been friends since they were kids and were very close.

“What’s that all over his face?” Emma asked and Katelyn, smiling wickedly, said “Why don’t you tell her babe?”

“It… it’s cum…” I said slowly.

“What did you say?!” Emma asked, incredulous.

“Cum.” I said a little bit louder. Emma broke out laughing and I just blushed again.

“Show her your little cage honey.” I heard Katelyn say all of a sudden.

“Right now?” I asked. “Here?” I glanced around again since we were in the middle of the parking lot.

“Of course right here.” She replied, tilting her head just a tad while looking at me with a ‘do it now’ expression.

I gulped and let out a breath as I lifted the front of my skirt just enough for Emma to see my locked-up cock. It had shrunk down from its earlier attempt at an erection and Emma gasped, putting her hands to her mouth.

“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed, grabbing my skirt and lifting it higher to get a better view. “That is hilarious!” she laughed. She didn’t let go of my skirt and I tried to push it back down but she batted my hands away, still looking. Finally, still laughing, she let my skirt fall back down covering me again and took Katelyn’s hand and they headed towards one of the stores.

I followed close behind, trying unsuccessfully to be invisible and entered the store. It was a trendy shop with several mannequins in the windows displaying sexy outfits. To my disappointment, there were half a dozen women shopping along with three employees. “Oh great” I thought to myself as one of the employees – a tall model-esque woman with long straight black hair – sauntered up to us and asked if we needed help with anything. She smiled at Katelyn and Emma and then froze when she saw me, her mouth opening slightly in surprise. A smile slowly grew on her pretty face as Katelyn explained how we needed a couple outfits for me.

“Follow me” the employee stated, turning to walk towards a rack in the center of the store. “I think something like this will look really good on him.” She smiled as she held up a bright pink mini dress. It looked tiny in her hands and was obviously skin-tight and very short.

“Oh perfect!” Katelyn said, grabbing the hanger and holding the dress up in front of me. She nodded her head and handed the dress to me to hold while they continued to look around. “Stay right here” she told me. I stood there holding the dress as the two girls went off with the employee. I caught several of the other shoppers looking over at me grinning at my predicament. I tried to ignore them and just looked down at the rack of clothes in front of me. Several minutes later, Emma grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back of the store but instead of into a changing room, she stopped in front of them. Katelyn was waiting along with the woman that worked there and they both were holding several outfits. Katelyn held one out to me.

“Try that one on first.” she said, pointing at the dress that I was still holding. “And before you protest, yes I mean right here out in the open.”

I stared at her for just a second and then my shoulders slumped and I took my top off. I felt my cheeks blush again as I leaned down, pulling the skirt off. I heard giggling behind me from another customer but I didn’t turn to look. I stood back up, almost naked except for the thigh-high stockings and started to step into the dress.The employee was staring at my cock cage, her mouth open.

“Wait.” Emma said. Escort “We should see how it looks without those. She was pointing at my stockings. I clenched my teeth in frustration but bent over to pull each stocking off, leaving them on the floor with the rest of the clothes that I had been wearing. Now completely naked, save for the cage, I stepped into the tight little dress, pulling it up and slipping my arms into the straps. I adjusted it as best as I could and felt ridiculous wearing it.

Both Emma and Katelyn pointed at the bulge that the chastity cage made in the front and the employee asked, “Does he have to wear that all the time?”

“I haven’t decided yet actually.” Katelyn told her. “I might let him out eventually if he behaves.” Then, a grin growing on her lips, she added, “Then again, I may leave him in it forever.”

“Oh… my…” Was all that the employee could muster as a reply, staring at the distinct shape it made through the thin fabric of the dress.

Emma grabbed another outfit for me to try on next. The afternoon went on like that as I tried on each outfit and the girls critiqued and commented on each one. Nearly every customer in the shop had gathered behind me and were all watching and, looking in the mirror, I could see them taking photos of me too. Once the girls decided on what they were going to buy for me, I leaned down to start putting my clothes back on but I heard a “NO” from both Katelyn and Emma.

“But…” I started to protest. Katelyn stepped over, grabbing my balls tightly in her small hand, squeezing them tightly.

“I. Said. No.” She held them like that as I nodded my head in agreement. She let go and I let out a sigh. “Unless you want me to come up with some kind of punishment,” She stated, “You will do as I tell you, right?”

“Y-yes.” I said “Yes Katelyn.” My balls were sore from her squeezing them but she gave them a quick slap as she stepped away with an armful of clothes to go pay.

She looked back at me over her shoulder and said. “Don’t move.” So I just stood there, waiting, balls aching and my cock starting to grow again in its cage.

After I was alone, a couple of the other customers walked around looking at me. They were both a little older than me and they had their phones out, taking photos or video of me. I heard one whisper to the other, “Look at his little dick in there!” making them both burst out laughing as they got closer to inspect my cage. “It’s pressing against the sides!” the other one said, watching as my cock tried to grow, the attention on my balls making my arousal increase along with the exposure. The first lady even reached out to pat my exposed balls and they laughed again. “Does it hurt?” the second one asked and I shook my head no.

“What about when your girlfriend squeezed them?” She asked. “Like this?” She reached out to grab my balls, squeezing them even harder than Katelyn had, making my knees buckle and causing me to groan. Both of the ladies laughed again, even louder than before. She pulled downward as she squeezed, then let go and I dropped to my knees in front of them. I looked over my shoulder and saw Katelyn and Emma watching. Emma with her hand over her mouth chuckling. I looked up at the woman in front of me as she said “I need a toy like you to play with.”

“Oh yes.” her friend said in agreement. “He would be a big hit at your next party wouldn’t he.” She patted my cheek as they walked away from me. I saw them in the mirror as they stepped up to the counter next to Katelyn and they spoke for a moment. I saw Katelyn nodding her head excitedly and they shook hands and then both were typing on their phones, presumably exchanging phone numbers. I slumped down, sitting down.

A moment later, Katelyn and Emma walked back over, both carrying a bag. “Hold these for us.” I reached out to take the bags from them as I stood up. “Didn’t I tell you to not move?” Katelyn asked me.

“But.” I started to protest. “Those two women came ove-“

Katelyn cut me off, saying, “It doesn’t matter what they did. I clearly remember saying ‘Don’t move’ to you. And you moved didn’t you.” I opened my mouth to say something but she put a finger to my lips and shook her head no. “I will come up with an appropriate punishment for that later. For now, follow us.” She told me. “And no covering up. Let everybody see your tiny little dick.” She hooked her arm in Emma’s and they started to head for the door. I followed after, holding the bags at my side and looking at their asses as they walked in front of me, ignoring the customers who snapped a few parting photos of me on my way out.

Out in the parking lot, the girls stopped in front of the car and looked at me as I stopped too. “You ride in the back seat” Katelyn said “Emma gets to ride up front.” I nodded in agreement and took a step towards the car. I froze when she held up a finger. “So where did you want to go to eat?” Katelyn asked Emma.

“Hmmm…” Emma responded. “It should be somewhere with lots of people so you can show off your new toy huh?” She giggled. “You got him such nice makeup, it would be a shame to not let everybody see it wouldn’t it.” She laughed harder as she mentioned the cum on my face, which had dried but was still obvious.

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Author’s note: It would be advantageous to those reading this to read the first two chapters as they set the background to this latest edition.

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Jill had made her own way home that night, I don’t think I could have sat and drove my car anywhere. I didn’t sleep much that night either; I kept turning over in my sleep on to my back and of course my bum. I had to apply the cream to myself a couple of times during the night, thank god I wasn’t going to work that day, I don’t think I could have drove let alone sat in my chair all day. Jill phoned me just after eight that morning to see how I was getting on at work; she was a bit annoyed when I told her I was still at home lying on my stomach naked from the waist down watching TV. “I’ll get you back for that!” she said.

“That sounds interesting.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Look forward to it. What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“Half seven”

“Ok, see you later.”

I put on a pair of loose fitting boxers and made my way down stairs wondering what would happen that night.

I picked her up at half seven and drove us back to the house. She hadn’t asked how my bum was on the drive back, in fact she made no mention at all about the events of the night before, that changed however as soon as the I closed the door to the house. “How’s your bum?” she asked.

“Not too bad, I catch it once in a while and it stings a little but that’s about it.”

“Let’s see how it is.”

We went up stairs to my room and I carefully dropped my pants and shorts. “Still quite red” she said.

“Yeah and still a little painful.”

“Want some more cream on before we go out?”

“Might help.”

“Ok lye on the bed.”

I lay face down on the bed while she got the cream and started to rub it in, as she finished I felt her take my pants and shorts off completely and looked back at her. She smiled and reached into her bag, “I was sort of exciting seeing you wearing my knickers last night, I thought you might like to wear these” she said as she pulled out a pair of white silk knickers from her bag and started to put them on me. As she pulled them up my legs I started to get hard, I lifted myself up so she could finish putting them on, the feeling of them against my bum and cock was great. She rubbed my bum through them and as I got up quickly gave my cock a squeeze. “Ok if I’m to wear your knickers you can wear a pair of my shorts.” I said as I reached out and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and I started to pull down her knickers. She stood there waiting as I reached into a draw and pulled out a clean pair of shorts. As I put them on her I couldn’t resist drawing a finger the length of her lips, they were slick with her juices and I brought it to my mouth and licked it clean before I finished pulling them and then her jeans up, giving her a kiss as I re-fastened them. “Ready for the pub then?”

“Yeah” she said as she picked up her knickers and placed them on the bedside table. “I’ll need them in the morning.”

The first hour in the pub was ok, we talked about what’s been happening at work and things in general. At one point she slipped her had behind me and rubbed my bum. I looked at her as to say come on behave. She smiled that mischievous smile of hers and went to the bathroom. It gave me a minute or two to settle myself down and take a drink. Escort Bayan Jill returned and we went outside for a smoke. We were on our own, no ears or eyes watching us, “how do they feel on?”

“What?”

“You know, my knickers.”

“Great how about my shorts?”

“Not bad.” She replied as she moved closer and patted my bum, she quickly looked round then slipped her hand under my jeans and knickers and rubbed my bare bum “behave or I will have to spank you again.”

“What right now?” she said with that grin on her face. This time I quickly looked round, seeing the coast was clear I quickly sat down pulled her over my knee and delivered two quick slaps to each of her cheeks and let her up “now behave!” I said “if this weren’t our local you’d have got more than just the two. Come on lets go back inside.” We went back inside as the group started to play I wasn’t much interested I was thinking what we were going to do later. As the group started their second number I felt her had again slip under my jeans and the knickers I was wearing rubbing my bum. I looked at her and decided two can play at this game so I did the same to her only I went a little further and maneuvered my fingers so my middle finger was pressing against her sphincter. The look on her face told me this had her going. “Come on, let’s change pubs for a while.”

We finished our drinks and started to walk to the next pub. It was dark now and I knew a place on our route that was both quiet and secluded. As we approached the place I pulled her in and around the corner and kissed her as I backed her up against the wall. I wanted to know how wet she was so I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped my hand inside. She was soaking wet, my fingers played with her clit as we kissed. I wasted no more time, I pulled down her jeans and she stepped out of one leg and I dropped mine and pulled the knickers to one side allowing my cock to spring free. Lifting her up she pulled the shorts to one side and guided my cock into her waiting pussy. We fucked hard and fast, god I couldn’t get enough of her she was riding me hard we both knew we could get caught (thought the chances were remote) but that just added to the excitement of it all, I could feel her getting close to climax and as she got there I pumped my seed deep inside her.

We arrived at the pub a few minutes later ordered our drinks and sat down, “that was amazing” she said.

“Yes it was.”

Half an hour later we finished our drinks and returned to our local and stayed there until our normal time and left.

The minute I closed and locked the door she was all over me her hand went straight to my bum and she started to rub it, first through my jeans and then she forced them down the back of my jeans and onto my bare cheeks. I did the same to her, we stood there for a few minutes feeling each other then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Once there I slowly undressed her till she was stood in only the shorts. She then undressed me till I was stood in only those white silk knickers. I sat down on the bed and pulled her over my knee and gave her five quick spanks on each cheek, just enough to warm her bum then I lifted her off and pulled down the shorts and placed her on the bed. I kissed her hard on the mouth and then started to work my way down her body, first taking in each nipple, sucking them till they were hard, then down to her stomach and finally down to Bayan Escort the top of her pussy. I kissed her all round her pussy but never once did I touch it, it was driving her mad, I kissed down her right leg then back up her left taking my time when I reached her knees, I lifted her leg so I could lick and kiss the back of her knees, (don’t ask me why but I have always found the back of a girls knees a turn on). Finally I traced my tongue along the length of her pussy to her clit and let it linger there for a moment or two before plunging it into her sopping wet hole. I fucked her with my tongue for a while before moving up to her clit only I filled her pussy with two of my fingers as I did so. I drove my fingers deeper inside her as she reached up and started to pull down the knickers I was wearing freeing my cock. She maneuvered herself so she could take me into her mouth and began to suck, we were now in a 69 position. I lifted her legs up and parted her cheeks and trailed my tongue from her pussy to her anus and back again. The first time I touched her anus she sucked on harder on my cock, I put my thumb in her pussy and when it was completely covered in her juices I slipped it into her bum. I fucked her bum with my thumb as my mouth and tongue played with her pussy and clit, I could tell she was getting close to orgasm and knew one thing would drive her over the edge. I raised my hand and delivered two spanks to her bum, one to each cheek and she came hard into my mouth and thumb, in that same instance she sucked hard on my cock and I exploded in her mouth.

I woke early the following morning. Jill had her back to me, her body tight against mine. I could feel the crack of her bum against my cock and immediately started to get hard. I knew Jill was a late sleeper at the weekend so I slid out of bed, put a robe on and went down stairs. A little while later I heard her get up, I was in the kitchen when she came down in one of my shirts and a pair of knickers. “Hello sleepy” I said, “what you doing up so early?”

“Felt you get up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Want anything to eat or drink?”

“Orange Juice if you have any.”

I poured us both a glass of juice and sat at the table opposite her. “What you want to do today?”

“Can we go out somewhere?”

“Sure where would you like to go?”

“Some where miles from anywhere or any one.”

“Ok, sure you don’t want anything to eat before we go?

“Yeah, we can get something later, I’m gonna get a shower and get dressed.”

“Ok let me know when your done and I’ll do the same.”

A little while later she called me to say she was out of the shower so I went up, showered and shaved. When I got to the bedroom to get dressed she was already down stairs, the knickers and shorts we had worn the night before were we left them on the floor but the knickers she had left to change into today were still on the chair where she had left them.

As I walked into the living room she said “ready to go then?”

“Yeah.” I replied “just got to check something first” and with that I walked over to her, undid her jeans and saw she was wearing another pair of my shorts. I smiled at her as I did up her jeans, turned her round and lightly tapped her bum, “ready to go.”

An hour later we found ourselves a quiet spot miles from nowhere and very unlikely to be disturbed. We sat on the grass surrounded by trees and I Escort waited “You know why I wanted to come out here?” she said.

“No but I have a feeling your gonna tell me.”

“You know when were where between pubs last night, well the chance of getting caught really turned me on, now I want to combine that with getting spanked too.”

“You sure about this Jill, you know he will be back tomorrow and your bum would be red for at least two days.”

“Yeah” she said getting up “now if you can catch me you can spank me.” With that she took off.

It took me a little while to catch her but as I put her over my knees and landed the first spank she was giggling. I hadn’t taken her jeans down yet so after ten spanks on each check I stood her up and then undid her jean and pulled them down, she kicked of her shoes so I could remover them completely and as I did so she took off again. Another ten minutes of trying to catch her and she was over my knees yet again. I delivered another 20 spanks to each check and stood her up again hooked my fingers into the sides of the shorts and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. I didn’t expect her to bolt this time as she would be completely naked from the waist down but as she stepped out of them off she went again. It was a sight to see her running round the clearing in just her top her pink bum open to the elements, but I knew I had to catch her so off I set after her. It took me a while but after a brief chase she was again across my knees. I landed ten hard spanks on each check then let her rest. “Jill how far do you want to go with this?”

“What do you mean?”

“How far do you want to go, do you want me to spank you till you cry again or what?”

“Till I start to cry then fuck me till I scream.”

“Ok you dirty mouthed little girl” I said as I slapped her hard on the left check, then the right, slow deliberate spanks. After ten her bum had changed from pink to red and she had started to sniffle. After ten more spanks to each check she started to cry.

I picked her up and put her on all fours, dropped my pants and started to fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes. I reached up under her shirt and started to play with her nipples which elicited a deep moan. My cock was covered with her juices so I pulled out and rubbed my cock all over her bum. I dipped my cock back into her pussy and got it covered again only this time when I withdrew I spread her checks apart and rubbed it along the crack as I did so I placed my thumb in her pussy and once covered in her juices I plunged my cock back into her. As I withdrew I placed my thumb at the entrance to her bum and as I pushed my cock back into her I pushed my thumb into her bum. I fucked her pussy with my cock and her bum with my thumb and she was loving it. I pounded her hard and fast and as I did so I wondered if she would let me fuck her bum with my cock and decided to give it a try. I withdrew my cock from her pussy but kept fucking her bum with my thumb. Slowly I withdrew my cock and placed it at the opening to her bum and slowly eased in.

“Oh my god!” she cried “fuck my bum” and not needing to be asked twice that’s exactly what I did alternating from long slow strokes to short quick stabs. We were both getting to the point of orgasm and as hers hit her she screamed out loud “Oh fuck yes I’m cumming!” and as she did so, so did I. The first lot I shot up her bum the rest I sprayed over her red bum. As she came down from her orgasm she reached round and rubbed my cum into her checks as what I had shot up her bum slowly seeped out and down onto the ground. She looked at me with a satisfied grin on her face and then lay down on the grass bum in the air.

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I met Kim in high school and have been attracted to her ever since. She knew how much I liked her but she never gave me the chance. She liked teasing me. Now, five years later, I’m her sex slave.

It started a few months ago with daily chat sessions. These consisted of me jerking off while she watched. Sometimes she’d let me cum, sometimes she’d deny me my orgasm. After a couple weeks of this we started meeting in person. I would go over to her place and strip completely nude. Most of the time she would wear regular clothes but sometimes it was something sexy, like a corset and stockings, with me always nude.

Our first meeting together she shaved me completely bald. After I was shaved she made humiliating remarks about my bald state. How I looked like a little boy with my ‘widdle penis’ as she put it. She said I looked cute all hairless and smooth. As she said that I started getting hard.

“Oh, you like me making fun of your penis?” She said with a grin. I just stood there with my cock throbbing in the air.

It went on like this for about a month before she told me we were gonna try something knew. She said I would go one month without an orgasm, but after one month, I only got the chance to cum, there was no guarantee. I would have to be a very good boy the entire month, and absolutely no cumming. She said the last part with a giggle.

“Now make me cum pussy boy.” She said as she pushed my face into her pussy. After I had made her cum about eight times, she was satisfied and sent me home with a raging hard on.

The first month went by incredibly slowly. During that time, I would go to Kims house every couple of days. I would clean her place, cook her dinner, and massage her back and feet while she watched TV. After that she would have me eat her out till her hearts content. I would be nude the entire time and my cock would be rock hard and dripping pre cum. She always smiled at me when I’d walk around her apartment nude, cock bobbing in the air. Some days I’d go over her and she’d tie me to her bed, spread eagle. She would shave me, which would leave me rock hard, then playfully toy with my cock. She would bring me to the edge of orgasm and always stop right before I’d cum. When she was tired of this she’d climb on top and straddle my face. My chin would be covered in her cum at the end of these sessions, and I’d always be sent home with a throbbing hard on. After two and a half weeks into my first month, I was at her place cooking dinner. It was about five o’clock. I was in the kitchen and heard the front door open and someone come in. I could hear Kim say “Hi Carla,” Carla? Oh no, I thought, she can’t mean Carla from school. I felt very awkward then. Carla was a friend of Kims from school who I had a little crush on back then. I had no chance of not being seen as I was in the kitchen cooking, not to mention completely naked and shaved. I stood there thinking about it when Carla suddenly entered the kitchen.

“Hi Escort Bayan Slave,” she said to me. She opened the fridge and got some wine. She smiled at me, then her eyes went to my crotch and she smiled even more.

“How’s it going?” She said. I didn’t say anything and Kim joined us from the living room.

“Slave, I believe you’ve met Carla before,” She smiled at me. Yes I replied. “Yes Mistress.” She corrected me.

“Yes Mistress.” I bleakly said.

“We’ll have to work on that,”

“I like how he’s shaved,” Carla said to Kim. “Do you always keep him like that?”

“Yes,” Kim replied, “Always shaved and hairless, like a little boy. Doesn’t he look like a little boy?”

“Mm Hmm, but his balls are huge, they look so full.” They talked as I continued to cook, not being apart of their conversation but being humiliated and embarrassed.

“They’re full of hot sticky cum that he would love to spew out but no, that would make too much mess right now,” The girls erupted in laughter and went back into the living room.

After dinner I massaged both their feet. They giggled at my rock hard condition and made jokes about it’s size. Then it was time that Carla received my real services. While I was going to town on Carla’s shaved box, Kim went to work on my ass. First she plugged it with a butt plug, which I soon found out vibrated, and then started spanking my ass with a paddle. Every now and then Kim would tickle my hairless scrotum. She would give my cock a quick stroke or two and then slap my balls. The whole area was sensitive and it felt like torrents of jizz would ejaculate if only I could cum. I was so close to cumming but there was no way I would. After Carla was satisfied (and she was- she left a huge wet spot on the couch, which turned me on even more), she stood up, weak kneed, and went to the bathroom. Kim took the plug out of my ass. She had me kneel on the floor and locked my hands behind my back. She put a blind fold over my eyes then sat on the couch, pussy facing me. I couldn’t see anything. Carla came back from the bathroom. She got down next to Kim and I could hear the juicy sound of something going in and out of Kims cunt. My cock started to grow again. Carla must have hit the right spot because Kim suddenly cried out and squirted all over my chest and groin. My cock was bobbing in the air and was covered in hot sweet girl juice, courtesy of Kim. They uncuffed me and took off the blindfold. They were getting dressed and I was ordered to clean up the place. My cock stayed hard for a long time after that.

“What are we going to do with that thing, it looks like its gonna set off,” Kim said.

“Ice him?”

“Yes, and something else,” Kim said. I had a pretty good idea what she meant. Five minutes later I was tied to the bed with a bag of ice on my cock. My cock eventually softened and went completely limp. My heart jumped when Kim and Carla appeared Bayan Escort in the doorway. They had wicked grins.

I was right; my cock was secured in a chastity device. It was a CB-3000 Kim told me as she untied me. She had the only keys.

“It makes his balls look even bigger!” Carla said. “Oh but they’ll get even bigger by next week,” Kim said as they laughed at my incredibly horny state.

I didn’t see Carla again until a week and a half later, on the day of my big chance to cum. I showed up at Kims house at one o’clock. I was stripped nude, then cleaned her place. After I was finished she brought me into her bedroom and tied me to the bed. She shaved me bald, then without hesitation sat on my face. After about five or so orgasms she got up and told me if I remembered what today was. Yes Mistress I replied. She told me how I was a very good boy this month and that she had a surprise for me. She untied and led me to the living room. She had a small table set up, which she had me kneel on in the doggy position. She locked my ankles and wrists to the corners. Then she blind folded me. I was set up so my ass faced the couch. It seemed like the room had been set for an audience to come see me.

“Here’s your big chance to cum,” Kim said and I heard her shaking up two dice. “A roll of seven or eleven and you cum, any other number, tough luck.” I heard her roll the dice. I didn’t even get to see what the dice said. “Aww, too bad for you pussy boy, it looks like you’ll have to wait another month.”

Then I heard the door open and several girls coming in. I started to panic. Here I was, tied up and on display right in the living room. Kim got up and instructed me to get my face down, ass up. I complied and as she left the room she spanked my ass, hard. She greeted the other girls, which sounded like five or six of them. I heard them come into the living room. I heard all their comments but had no idea what they looked like. I was very small in my CB and they all made fun of that. I recognized Carla’s laughter. I was horrified and I thought it couldn’t get any worse. But it did.

“As you can see girls, this is my sex slave,” Kim said. The girls couldn’t hold in their giggling and laughing. “I’ve denied him orgasms for this entire month and he’s taken it pretty well,”

“His balls look huge,”

“Yes, that’s true and in a minute, as you’re all about to see, I’m going to empty those balls…while denying his orgasm. How exactly? Have any of you heard of prostate milking?”

Some of the girls had heard of it, some had not. One said she knew what it was but had never seen it. When she said that I began to panic. I’d never been milked before and I was going to be milked in front of her girl friends. I felt Kim behind me and lube being rubbed into my asshole.

“The prostate is a gland found inside the rectum. When a man hasn’t ejaculated in a long enough time, you can massage it Escort and force semen out, which drips out of the cock,” My cock at this point started to get hard. I heard someone say “He’s getting hard, well, kind of,” and laughed.

“Yes,” Kim said, “He can’t really get hard, or cum for that matter in his little tube,” Kim got two fingers going in and out of my ass. “The prostate is about one to two inches in, and it will feel like a lump about the size of a almond.” I felt her hit my prostate, causing my cock to swell against the CB. “Look, he’s getting hard ” I heard someone say.

“Yep,” said Kim, “He must like his ass getting fingered in front of an audience,” There were giggles and snickers from the girls. “Now that I have enough lube in him, I can start massaging his prostate.” Kims fingers withdrew, and a few seconds later I felt a vibrator being inserted. As soon as the toy hit my spot, my cock tingled. “Now I start massaging the prostate back and forth, side to side. I also use a technique of raking the vibe over the prostate with downward pressure.” Every time she did the raking thing it felt like pee was passing through the tip of my cock, which was completely filling it’s cage. After a couple times with this, it felt like something was really dripping out of me. I heard ooh’s and ahh’s from my audience.

“There we go, now it’s starting. Every time I do this I force more semen out.” The girls must have been hypnotized by my cum dripping cock. I was horny beyond belief. My balls ached and my cock felt like it was going to break out of its prison. I felt like convulsing. I was so incredible close to orgasm, so close! One touch to my cock and I’d explode. But I was kept on that edge forever. I could feel more cum coming out, lots of it. Kim continued.

“See girls? Now its coming out as one long stream and we can milk it all out. The goal of this is that it prevents wet dreams and sort of ‘relieves the pressure’ if you know what I mean,” the girls all giggled. “All while denying him the pleasure of orgasm, but keeping him as close as possible,” Kim said. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was extremely humiliated and dehumanized yet incredibly at peace and tranquil. I could hear questions and answers going on behind me but I couldn’t hear. I have no idea how long it lasted but suddenly I felt my erection going away.

“There, now he is done,” Kim said.

“Wow, that is a lot of cum,” someone said. Kim untied me. She helped me get up and face the girls. I felt dizzy and weak-kneed. She removed my blindfold. My stomach turned as I saw for the first time my audience.

“Now, the icing on the cake,” Kim said and she handed a cup to me. I was so dazed I had no idea what it was. I took it with a shaking hand and looked. It was cum. My cum. My cum which actually belonged to my Mistress. Her cum now. I looked at it. I felt everyone’s eyes on me and I just wanted to run into a hole and die. But I was overcome with arousal, hopelessly horny. I looked at my Mistress. She smiled at me and gave me an eyebrow raise that was so subtly sexy and dominate it made me gush. I looked at the cup again and brought it to my mouth. I swallowed it quick, for I was owned by Her.

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(Please be advised that this is a very nasty story, with an older woman dominating a younger man, with scenes of golden showers, farting and creampie eating. Some like this genre, some don’t, but there you have the caveat before reading. Thank you)

Susan O’Malley was pissed.

She’d been puttering around the house, and had changed into her running clothes for a quick jog on this humid morning, and had darted upstairs to take a quick leak. After she did, she flushed the toilet. And nothing happened.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groused to herself, lifting the top off the tank looking for what, she didn’t know.

Something was broken, she was sure of it, but she wasn’t a plumber. So she called one, a local guy in town whose name she’d seen on trucks.

“No, I have no idea what’s wrong, that’s why I’m calling,” she said, irritated, to the man who answered and sounded equally irritated.

“Can’t help you right now, lady,” the guy growled. “We’re pretty flat out. Maybe by 4 or 5 o’clock, I can send one of the new guys.”

“Fine, whatever works,” she snapped, slamming down the phone.

It was 2. She went for her run, working up a good sweat, leaving her body slick and soaked, just the way she liked it. For 65 years old, the slender granny was in great shape, her body sinewy and lean, her legs her best asset.

She got back around 3, and toyed with the idea of taking a shower, but didn’t want to miss the plumber coming in case he came early. So she waited, getting angrier by the minute, and taking the occasional piss in the broken toilet. Which after awhile imbued the humid air in the bathroom with a strong, heady scent of urine that combined with the thick stench of funky sweat from a pile of dirty clothes she’d left by the washing machine.

And that pleased her.

Susan O’Malley was a piss freak. She loved dominating young people, men and women, making them her piss slaves, forcing them to drink hers, lick her, service her. At first they’d resist – or pretend to. But it never lasted long and soon they’d be her submissive piss slaves.

She sniffed the air after her last piss, feeling her hairy pussy moisten. The aroma always got to her, and now as she sat on the bowl, letting the remnants of her golden juices dribble through her furry lips and tinkle into the yellow water below, she fingered herself, licking them, devouring the flavor and scent.

“Oh fuck…oh yeah….fuck yeah…,” she moaned, finger flying faster, lewd wet sounds echoing in the bowl as she drew close to finishing.

Then the doorbell rang.

“Motherfucker, you have GOT to be kidding me!” she snarled, pulling up her damp panties over her glistening bush and tugging her super short white running shorts back up her sturdy, tanned legs.

She stomped down stairs in her sweaty white mid-calf socks, storming to the door and drawing it open. There stood a man, a young man, a handsome young man with a shirt bearing the name of the plumbing company on one pocket and “Tommy” stitched on the other.

“Mrs…O’Malley?” he said in a squeaky boy voice looking at a paper in his hand, his dark hair hanging over his flashing brown eyes. “You called?”

“Yes indeed, I am Mrs. O’Malley, and I did call,” she said with a sultry growl. “And you must be…Tommy, from the looks of it. Here to fix my plumbing are ya, kid?”

“Um…yes ma’am, I uh…got here soon as I could, been a busy day…” he stammered nervously.

She liked young boys, especially nervous ones. They made the most compliant slaves. She waved him in and he trudged in behind her, big canvas workbag in his hand, brimming with tools and parts and other things she didn’t concern herself with.

“How old are you, Tommy?” she asked as they stood in the kitchen, Tommy looking away, anywhere but at the very sexy older woman standing before him in tight t-shirt, tiny white shorts and socks. “You’re kinda young to be a plumber aren’t you?”

“I’m 21 ma’am, learning all the time,” he said proudly. “Just about to open my own business.”

“Well that’s great, young man, just great!” she laughed, walking away and up the stairs, the boy in tow, she feeling his gaze on her shapely ass and muscular legs as she did. “And for now, you can work on my pipes!”

They walked into the bathroom and instantly Tommy stopped, wrinkling his nose. The scent was overwhelming, pungent and powerful. He eyed the dirty laundry on the floor, a mix of worn panties, stained yellow and brown, and socks of various colors from a week’s worth of working and running.

He let out a small, barely perceptible groan. But Susan heard it. And noticed the slight shiver that seemed to course through his tall, lean, muscular young body.

That pleased her.

She walked to the toilet, pointing.

“Here it is,” she said, adding with a giggle, “sorry about what’s in the bowl, I can’t flush it. Frightful smell, isn’t it? So sorry about that, hope you don’t mind…”

“I..we’ve uh, seen…and smelled worse, ma’am, believe me,” he said, his nervousness mounting, that Escort Bayan shiver returning as he gazed into the deep yellow water in the bowl, swallowing hard.

“Oh, I’m sure you have, young man, I’m sure you’ve had…and dealt with it, right?” she said in that sultry voice she’d greeted him with earlier.

“Yes..yes ma’am…” he said, now lifting the top off the tank and jiggling the workings inside.

She watched him, leaning on the bathroom counter, arms crossed, drinking the sight of him in, his ass tight in his work pants. She liked what she saw.

“Ah, here’s the problem,” he said, pointing to something that she really wasn’t looking at. “This little plastic piece that controls the flow…snapped off, happens all the time.”

“Is it terribly HARD to fix?” she cooed as she stepped closer to him, nearly brushing his slightly trembling body, emphasizing the word.

Tommy gulped again. He indeed was getting hard. He’d long been fascinated by sexy older women, and Mrs. O’Malley was by far the sexiest one he had ever seen, despite the aroma in the room. Or, he realized as his cock twitched in his pants, because of it.

“No…no, not at all…I have the part I need in the truck, be right back,” he said, walking past her, again casting a furtive eye on that disgusting but alluring pile of foul panties and socks.

“How long will it take?” she asked, following him out.

“Half hour, tops, ma’am,” he said.

“I’m thinking of going for a run…another run, actually, I had one already but cut it short to come wait for you,” she said. “Gotta keep this old lady body in shape ya know!”

He turned, a weak smile on his handsome young face, beads of sweat on his brow. Susan had him just where she wanted him. She smiled back.

“I don’t look bad for an old broad, do I?” she teased, spinning around and standing on tiptoes, making her remarkable calves bulge in muscle above her white socks.

That groan. She heard it again. And liked it.

“No, no ma’am, you look…you look great,” he said with a sighing enthusiasm. “Way better than my grandma, who’s about your age, I guess…”

“That’s so sweet of you, thanks, Tommy,” she giggled, cupping his chin playfully and tweaking his nose. “You get to work, I’ll be right back…but first, I gotta go again, you know, tinkle! Hope you don’t mind me adding to that nasty mess in the bowl!”

“No..no ma’am,” he groaned, heading for the truck.

She laughed to herself and walked upstairs. She didn’t have to piss. What she did have to do was pick up her cell phone, put it on video, and hide it on the bathroom counter, behind some makeup and pill bottles, angling it to take in the toilet – and the pile of laundry nearby.

“Like the spider and the fly,” she smiled to herself, walking out.

She went for her run, working it hard, getting sweatier by the pounding step, taking a half hour and turning back to her house. Inside, Tommy was standing at the kitchen counter, writing out her bill, his bag beside him.

“Everything working?” she asked, wiping her sweaty brow with her forearm.

“Yes, ma’am, it was easy,” he said, looking a bit more relaxed than before. “Just making out the bill. Did you want to pay by check, cash or have us bill you in the mail?”

“What’re the damages?” Susan asked.

“Not bad, I hope, $150,” he answered, handing her the bill.

“No, not bad at all,” she said. “Especially when they send a handsome young stud like you to fix my pipes!”

His nervousness returned, his smile forced and shy.

“Lemme get my purse, it’s upstairs,” she said, darting by him. “And gotta pee again in my newly fixed toilet!”

“Sure thing, Mrs. O’Malley, sure thing,” he called after her.

She went into the bathroom, picking up the hidden phone. She stopped the recording and hit play back.

And pay dirt.

There on the small screen, as she watched, her cunt getting wetter by the second, was this handsome young plumbing apprentice sniffing the bowl, kneeling, groaning, palming his hard cock through his pants, devouring her pissy scent.

“Oh my God, Mrs. O’Malley…you stink…your piss…fuck!” she heard him say, the words echoing in the bowl with his head inside, so close to it, making him wonder if he were licking away down there.

She fingered her pussy, slamming her hand under her shorts, frigging the sweaty, fragrant cunt as she now watched him shuffle over to the pile of clothes, burying his face in them, inhaling deeply. He fished his cock out and jerked. Her eyes widened. It was one of the biggest, meatiest cocks she had ever seen. And had to have.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, working herself into an orgasmic frenzy as Tommy was doing on her cell phone, a pair of rancid panties jammed to his face, his other hand flying up and down his cock, cumming in long thick ropes that landed on the pile, soaking her socks and panties.

He finished, carefully putting the pile together to hide the liquid evidence of his perverse lust. Then calmly, he returned to the Bayan Escort bowl to fix it.

“Mmmm, that was interesting,” she said, pulling her fingers from her cunt to sniff and lick clean.

She walked to the top of the stairs.

“Tommy, will you come up here please?” she called out. “Something I want to show you.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. O’Malley!” he said brightly, bounding up the stairs.

She walked into the bathroom, standing by the toilet, flushing it.

“Now that makes me happy!” she said.

She held up her phone.

“Now this,” she said, starting the video and walking to him, holding it to his face, “should THIS make me happy young man?”

Tommy’s mouth dropped open as the video played, face ashen, eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. Susan stood, phone in hand up to his face, the other arm crossed over her slender middle, affecting a stern look despite her urge to laugh.

“Oh my GOD!” he blurted, looking away, covering his eyes, leaning against the door frame, aghast and ashamed. “I’m….oh my God, I’m so sorry, so sorry….”

He was shaking, he was scared, he was totally humiliated. Just the way she liked it.

She stopped the play back, stepping closer toward him, a stern look on her pretty, sexily wrinkled face.

“I wonder,” she said darkly and dominantly. “What your boss would say if he saw this?”

Tommy stood up straight, more frightened than ever, his eyes on her, begging.

“Oh God…please, please, Mrs. O’Malley, please don’t…” he cried. “He’d fire me…I’d be ruined….”

“Yeah, that would pretty much fuck up your plans to start your own business now wouldn’t it, if word got out?” she asked dryly. “Who’d want a piss-loving pervert in their house, right?”

“Please!” he cried again. “I’ll do…anything…what do you….anything, just don’t tell him, or anyone, my God, my God!”

He slumped against the wall, head in his hands, practically sobbing.

“Did you like it?”

He looked through his fingers.

“I’m…sorry?”

“I said, did you like it?” Susan continued, her voice softening, a bit more playful, walking back toward the bowl, his eyes drawn to those legs again.

“I….no…I mean…I….”

“Oh, come now, Thomas,” she growled. “You MUST have liked it! You were smelling my piss…practically licking it! And my filthy socks and soiled panties, in your face, jerking your…well, your rather beautiful young COCK, cumming into them!”

He watched, transfixed, as she slithered out of her shorts, peeling off her top and bra, standing now in white panties and socks.

“Did. You. Like. It,” she snarled.

He could only stare. And very slowly nod his head.

“I thought so,” Susan sighed. “Well then, I think we can work something out, keep this unfortunate incident between us…”

She slowly, very slowly looked down at her crotch as she stood, Tommy’s eyes following, thick curls of pubic hair blossoming out the sides of the panty.

And she pissed. She stood, pissing just a little bit, biting her lip as she did, moving her eyes back up to watch him watch her pissing her panties. The heat of it filled her senses, a big dark patch spreading over the front of the fabric, a thin, hot, wet blanket sheeting down her slightly saggy and wrinkled and sexy brown thighs, trickling over her knees to her sweat socks that clung to her solid calves.

“Oh….my….God….” Tommy gasped.

She slowly peeled her panties down, sitting on the bowl, finishing her piss – and watching him. He was holding his breath, staring and listening to the gush of it and the loud tinkling sound of piss hitting water, then waning into singular, tantalizing droplets.

She stood, pubic hair soaked with urine and sweat. And slowly pulled her panties back up, over the matted, glistening fur.

“C’mere boy,” she snarled, curling a finger at him.

Tommy could not help but obey. Susan leaned on the bathroom counter, spreading her meaty legs. Tommy stood, unsure of what to do. She pointed to the floor.

“Kneel down, boy,” she hissed. “And suck my pissy panties!”

He blinked at her, eyes wide with fear, terror, uncertainty and want. She made his decision easy, cupping his head in her hands and pulling him to his knees, ramming his face into her crotch and slamming her muscular old thighs shut on his ears. She locked him firmly to her dripping, pungent panty-covered cunt.

“For fuck’s sake, boy, SUCK the piss outta my panties!” she snarled, throbbing her lean legs on his trapped head.

“MMGHLPFF!” he cried out, a scream muffled in her wet crotch.

But he sucked, he sucked hard, his mouth open, lips wide, tongue darting over the moist fabric as he sucked the wet from it. His eyes rolled over white in the sockets, Susan smiling at his complete, groaning acquiescence, now quivering her thighs on his head, pushing forward, holding it, grinding his face.

“Mmmm, that’s right, boy, suck my piss…suck it alllll up….” she cooed.

He obeyed, filling his mouth Escort with her golden juices sucked from the soaked panty, devouring her, feeling his cock about to burst in his pants. His hands trembled as he pawed the thighs crushing his skull, marveling at their silky, seductive feel and the muscular tension beneath the skin. He groaned, madly sucking, licking, cleaning her foul panties, aching for release.

“I’d say you like my piss, boy,” she growled, suddenly unlocking her lethal thighs and twisting his head toward the toilet, sticking his face in the bowl and the glistening gold below. “Let’s see HOW much!”

He resisted, and she welcomed it, she liked her piss victims to struggle. He was not entirely sure he could lap the foul-smelling water that had gushed moments earlier into the bowl, a sound he found supremely sexy. Now that ripeness hit him, far sharper than that in her wet panties, and he pushed back as she pushed his head in.

“I said LICK that piss!” she howled, now kneeling on his bent back, driving him inside.

His face plunged into the still warm piss, up to the ears, and despite his struggles, he could not pull away. Susan knelt on one leg, bending her other up to push the back of his head with her socked foot, laughing maniacally as she finally heard his desperate gulps, ingesting mouthfuls of her stinky urine. She made him drink for a full 30 seconds before releasing him. He sprang back, gasping, Susan standing and roaring with laughter.

He sat back on his haunches, grabbing a nearby towel and frantically wiping his face. And there in his pants, Susan loved noticing, was the bulge of his unmistakably hard cock. She nudged it with her socked foot.

“Well, well, well, you DO like it!” she laughed. “Tell me boy, and don’t lie or I’ll know: Have you ever indulged this piss fantasy before?”

His panting slowed, his face looking down at the foot on his cock.

“No,” he said softly, shaking his head, the wet strands of hair in his face. “Never.”

“But you’d thought about it, right?” she continued.

A pause. Then a slow nod of his head. She smiled.

“And how’s the reality working for you now that you’ve had the real thing?”

“I…I don’t know…it’s…different…I’m not sure….if I really DO like it!”

“Well now,” she sighed, grabbing his hair and forcing him on his knees to shuffle over to the pile of filthy laundry and ramming his face into it. “All the better!”

He fought back again, the stench overpowering him, that heady mix of piss and ass and sweat – and, he realized with horror, his own cum. She was too strong, though, his mind and body weakened from everything happening to him, and he couldn’t pull his face from the foul-smelling clothes.

“I need to do laundry,” she said. “And I’ve just the thing!”

She straddled his neck now, pulling his hair up so the back of his head nestled against her wet cunt. Crossing her feet, she clamped her thighs on his neck and squeezed. He let out a long, desperate groan of pain, the pressure surprising him. He was stunned that a woman so old could exert so much power with what looked to be fairly skinny legs.

“Now let’s see,” she sighed, bending over, the inner thigh muscles stretching and flexing against his neck, slowing the blood to his brain, making him groggy. “Where is it….”

She pulled out a particularly soggy, foul pair of panties and stood, holding them to her nose.

“Yup, these are the ones,” she laughed. “The ones you came in. The ones we’ll start with!”

Tommy could only watch as the sticky panties came before his face, his hands drooping to the floor, weak from her squeezing thighs on his neck. She balled the fabric up, showing him the crusty crotch panel, opening his mouth and forcing it inside. The stench hit him like a hammer, cum, piss, ass, sweat, permeating his existence, the taste thick and foul on his tongue.

“Clean ’em, boy,” she snarled.

She stuffed her fingers into his mouth along with the cum-soaked panty, scraping it around on his tongue, lips, teeth and cheeks, scrubbing it clean. A moment later, she tugged it out and Timmy gasped for air, struggling to pull his head from the vise-grip legs scissoring it, and failing.

“Nice job,” she sighed, dropping the panty, bending and picking up a pair of short, black trouser socks. “Oh, these are nasty, wore them to work for about four days before I changed ’em!”

In they went, stuffed into his moaning mouth for cleaning, Susan scrubbing them around inside and pulling them out, repeating the process over and over with other socks, other panties. She kept him in her gripping legs for a solid half hour as she plunged her foul clothes in and out of his mouth.

When she was finished, he was practically out cold, groggy from her scissoring thighs and the sheer humiliation of what she’d put him through. His hands limply pawed her locked, socked feet.

“Plea….pleesh…no more, Mrs. O’M…..” he said in slurring tone, barely able to stay awake.

She laughed, finally releasing her crushing thighs from his neck, and stepped back letting him fall to the floor. She stepped over him and reached inside the shower, turning it on, then peeled off her panties and socks. Flipping him to his back, she straddled him, balled them up and stuffed them into his mouth.

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Mark had just broken up with his steady girl, Diana 2 weeks before. He was finding it really hard to get over her. They had been dating for almost 2 years, and he was devastated when he caught her in “The Act” with 2 guys from the football team. He saw her car at the hotel, and pulled in to see what she was doing. He stood outside the motel room door, and could hear her moaning loudly. He turned the knob and to his amazement the door opened. There was his sweet Diana on the bed. She was on her hands and knees, and Mike Stazek the quarterback was kneeling in front of her. Her mouth moved up and down his monstrous erection. Behind her was Jack Johnson one of the wide receivers. He was fucking her fast and hard. She grunted, and held Mike’s large cock in her hand, furiously stroking him. Mike was moaning and grunting. Jack was fucking her so hard that the bed kept hitting the wall.

None of the three noticed Mark standing there, and they continued their erotic show. Mike moaned loudly, and his cum erupted from his stiff cock, spewing all over Diana’s pretty petite breasts. Her nipples were puffy, and very rosy colored. Mark always loved her breasts. Those pretty nipples were now covered in cum. Diana grunted loudly, rubbing and smearing the cum all over her pretty breasts. She firmly pinched her swollen nipples, moaning loudly. She continued to stroke on Mike’s large cock, and her tongue swirled around his bulbous swollen cockhead. She had a look of unbridled lust on her face.

Jack groaned loudly, and removed his cock from her pussy. He quickly moved around, and his cum splattered across her pretty lips. Diana moaned, and opened her mouth widely. Jack carefully aimed his spewing cockhead towards her mouth. His cum splattered across her wet pink tongue, and she swallowed every drop, hungrily. Mark had tears streaming down his face, and his heart felt as if it had been torn in two. He didn’t understand why his cock was so hard. It pressed against his pants making a very large, obvious bulge. He needed to cum, his cock ached. He slid his hand inside of his pants, and firmly gripped his Escort Bayan cock. He watched as Diana hungrily devoured Jack’s large cock all the way to his large hairless balls.

Mark moaned lightly, and his cock pulsated beneath his fingers. Suddenly his cum shot into his hand. He quickly milked the remaining drops of cum from his cock, and quickly ran to his car. He squealed tires as he pulled out of there, and Diana watched as he drove away. She knew it would now be over between them. She was just bored, sexually and had always craved a 3 way. She tried to convince herself that she did no wrong. Mark drove towards the local bar and got himself pretty drunk, he then Called a Taxi and went home. The following day he picked up his car, and his daily routine included plenty of alcohol. Which brings us up to now.

Mark was slowly getting over her enough that he realized he should date. He really didn’t want a date, though he wanted a fuck. He decided to go to a different part of town, and quickly found a new bar. He went in and ordered a double jack and coke. He quickly downed it, not really paying much attention to his surroundings. As he went to order another drink, he noticed that there were men with men, and women with women paired up all around. He did notice a few men with women as well, so he relaxed. A little later, he was getting a bit buzzed, and a nice looking brunette approached him. She bent over and began talking to him. As she did, her blouse fell enough to reveal her wonderfully large firm breasts.

Her nipples were quite small, and very erect. She introduced herself as Candy, and they began to talk. He ordered them both a drink, and they sat together, chatting and sipping. After the 4th round, both were feeling really good. Candy bent forward and kissed him. Her wet tongue slid into his mouth. Mark eagerly reciprocated, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth. They passionately french kissed. Candy led him towards a door in the back of the bar. They entered, and went up a flight of stairs. They entered a room full of mattresses. There were mattresses Bayan Escort from one wall to the other, and there were 3 couples making out.

Mark watched as the leather clad male slave held his master’s stiff cock in his hand. He was furiously stroking him making the man moan loudly. To the left, there were two fake blondes lying side by side, licking each other’s pussies. They were moaning and groaning, while there tongues slid against each other’s throbbing clits. Candy was undoing Mark’s pants, releasing his thick throbbing cock. She smiled as she looked at the unusually large cock with it’s magnificent huge head glistening with precum. Candy quickly dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down the thick head, licking all around the tip. Mark moaned loudly.

Candy was quite the expert at sucking cock. She worked his cock incredibly with her hot wet mouth. He knew he would be cumming quickly if she didn’t slow down. He informed her that he would be cumming if she didn’t stop, and she continued to move her mouth up and down his large cock. She even lightly cupped his balls, playing with them as she deep-throated him. Mark moaned loudly, and his cum erupted into her mouth. Candy moaned as she tasted the sweet thick fluid against her tongue. She quickly swallowed it, and continued to move her mouth up and down his cock.

Mark moaned, and thrust against her mouth. The last of his cum shot from his thick cock. Candy moaned as his large cock fell from her mouth. Mark was pulling her top off, and he quickly took her breasts into his hands. His mouth found her swollen nipples, and he began to suck them. His tongue moved all around her pink nipples, and she softly moaned. He thrust his hand up her skirt, and began to rub her soft milky thigh. Candy moaned, and began to push his hand away. He resisted her, thrusting his hand against her panties. He suddenly stopped as his hand rested upon a very thick bulge inside of her panties. “What the…..” he started to say, but Candy pressed a finger against his lips, shishing him.

Candy Escort began to kiss his neck softly, rubbing her crotch against his leg. He could feel how hard and thick her cock was, and realized he was with a shemale. She pulled her panties off and tossed them to the side. She grabbed Mark’s hand and placed it on her hard throbbing member. It was about 7 inches long, and very thick. Pre cum oozed from the tip, and as he gripped it, a bit of cum shot from the thick head. He began to move his hand slowly up and down her throbbing cock, and she softly moaned. He continued to suck and lick her large wonderful breasts, as his hand slid up and down her pulsating erection.

Candy pushed his head downward, leading him closer and closer to her cock. Mark resisted lightly, but as she pressed him closer, his tongue slid against her throbbing cockhead. Candy moaned, and thrust upward, her cock slid into Mark’s mouth. Mark tasted the sweet oozing precum, and it wasn’t bad. He began to move his mouth up and down the thick throbbing shaft, as he played with her balls. Candy moaned loudly. Mark felt her cock thicken and pulsate, and suddenly she moaned even louder. Her cum shot like a cannon from her large shemale cock. Mark gagged as it splattered against the back of his throat. He swallowed the sweet/salty mixture, and sucked her until the remaining cum was gone. Candy quickly kissed him, and they passionately french kissed, sharing her cum.

Candy noticed that Mark’s cock was once again big and hard, and she quickly removed some KY jelly from her purse. She began to lubricate his thick cock, and rubbed a dab of the jelly onto her asshole. She worked her ass until she could easily slid 3 fingers inside. She then quickly straddled Mark, lowering herself onto his thick hard cock. She moaned as his long cock slid into her ass. Candy’s cock was once again quite hard. She faced Mark, bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock. She furiously stroked her thick cock as Mark’s cock filled her tight ass. Mark felt her ass tighten around his cock, and she began to moan.

Mark watched as her hand moved even faster on her cock. Her cum sprayed from the thick head, all over Mark’s chest. Mark moaned, and his cum shot into her ass. She rode him until the last of his cum shot inside of her. She leaned forward and kissed him.

To Be Continued…

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CHAPTER TEN — SPECIAL VACATION

The little cows are in the Milking Center, happily hooked up to the pulsators, wiggling their little cow bottoms in the air and slamming out one orgasm after another. They don’t count ’em. What would be the point? With nubile, hairless young bodies that are shot full of space-age hormone treatments, on hands and knees at the whim of relentless teat-stretching unstoppable milk-suckers, there will always be more slutty orgasms. Whee.

Marilee has her eyes squeezed shut in the intensity of another good one, when someone touches her shoulder. She looks up with slitted eyes on the smiling face of Arlene, the business office lady who helped her.

“Hi,” Arlene says, kneeling down next to the little cow. She places a warm hand on Marilee’s back.

“Oooooo,” Marilee says with a funny kind of smile. Under the firm control of the milking pulsators, she is too aroused for much of a conversation.

“Sweetie, I don’t want to interrupt you in the middle of your… business.” She laughs, a musical sound to hear. “When you get done, come to my office. I want to show you something. We’ll go together.”

Marilee smiles sleepily and says okay. Arlene cannot help herself. She brings her face right to Marilee’s. The little cow has her eyes half-closed, she wears a serene expression. Arlene’s mouth is very near Marilee’s parted, panting lips.

“I remember when we were in that closet. When I tasted you.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” Marilee says. Her naked fanny is twerking like there was a dildo up her hot woman-hole, but of course there is not. She is a total virgin in that way, even if not in all of the other ways.

“I also kissed you,” Arlene says. “Like this.” And with that the full-breasted women in her sharp business suit brings her lips softly to Marilee’s. Lips part so tongues can dance. Arlene in that moment recalls her taste of sweet Marilee’s first breast milk. She was the first ever to taste this little cow. In that kiss, Arlene recalls the days when she was a little cow too, shaking her naked bootie on the milking table. And in that kiss, Arlene’s panties get very wet.

“Don’t forget to come get me when you are finished.” With a special smile, she turns away.

Marilee has her eyes closed, so she doesn’t notice that Arlene goes to kneel beside Alexa, does not hear them quietly talking as Alexa moans happily in the grip of the forceful pulsators and feelings in her hips she cannot control. Marilee does not see that Alexa and Arlene share a slow, lingering kiss, or that Arlene’s fingers softly tickle the little cow’s happy wiggling starfish.

As each little cow is released from her pulsators, she gets down from the milking table and crawls to the shower, where she is scrubbed and rinsed by two nurses in spandex swim suits who kneel beside the wet little cows and examine them for any bruises or chafing on any of their luscious body parts. They look in the little cows’ mouths, make them say Ahhh, and spread their ass cheeks for a look at their hind end. Then the little cows are allowed to go out for playtime in the warm sun.

Marilee does not go outside. She crawls down a long corridor all by herself and pushes through the tall double door that goes to the business office. She remembers that Arlene wanted to talk to her. She hopes there will be more kissing and sucking. She loves Arlene.

Of course the nicely-dressed people in the business office all notice the naked little cow crawl past their desks. Eyes follow the bare little cow rump as it waggles along the floor, and search the curvy diamond for the concealed treasures there. But Marilee gets the surprise of her life when she sees another little cow already kneeling at Arlene’s feet.

“Oh, great,” Arlene says with a smile. “Marilee is here. We can go now.”

Marilee gives Alexa a funny look. Alexa only smiles. Arlene buckles a black collar and leash around each little cow’s neck and pulls them toward the front of the office. She opens the door to the reception area. People are in here! Reluctantly tugged along by their leashes, the little cows crawl meekly through the reception office.

OMG! The office with the smartly-dressed receptionist at her desk is busy with delivery men, burly truck drivers with packages, job applicants seated on fancy couches, all wearing clothes. The talk falls to a hush as Arlene leads the two leashed naked summer interns to crawl through the lobby and out the front door. It is no secret to anyone that the little cows are excited.

Outside there is brilliant sunshine. The people looking out the windows can clearly see the lovely naked bodies, the large suspended breasts, and the treasures peeking between smooth buttocks as the little cows crawl away fast.

Arlene guides the little cows onto a small open-air work truck. The sides are bars like a cage, but the rear is open. She fastens their leashes, climbs in the driver’s seat, and they drive between barns. Men are there working on machinery and pitching hay. A couple of dogs bark at the Escort Bayan truck and run alongside. Everyone stops for a look at the cute little cow rumps passing by.

Kneeling side by side, Marilee looks at Alexa. She leans over for a kiss and her friend’s soft mouth opens for her. They kiss all the way to where they are going.

“Where is she taking us?” Marilee asks.

“I don’t know,” Alexa says. “Someplace special she said.”

Arlene stops the truck before a big barn. They are far away from all the other buildings. Arlene tugs their leashes so they get down from the little truck. The sunshine feels wonderful on their bare skin, the summer air fresh and full of life.

Arlene leads them by their black leashes to the barn and through the big door. Inside it is kind of dark. As they crawl over the barn’s loose soil they can’t really see much, the smells are dry and musty.

But someone is there. Someone kneeling in the middle of a big fluffy white blanket. Arlene stops them, and tells them to Present. They know that Present means to kneel with thighs apart, backs erect with hands on legs. When they are ready, Arlene unhooks their leashes from the black collars.

When their eyes become accustomed to the gloom, they make out the shape of a person in front of them. A woman! She is also kneeling, and naked, but she is not in the Present pose, she is just waiting. The little cows see that this woman is very pregnant. Her belly is halfway down her thighs as she kneels there quietly, and her breasts flow out over her big tummy.

Marilee looks around and doesn’t see Arlene. The barn is big, it looks like a place for real cows but does not smell like a cow barn. It smells clean and kind of nice.

“Welcome, Alexa and Marilee. I am Aphrodite.”

The tones of Aphrodite’s voice are so serene that the two little cows cannot speak. She is beautiful, a lovely woman in late pregnancy, just prior to giving birth. Her large breasts are not leaking. The woman regards the two little cows with dark intelligent eyes.

Footsteps behind them. Marilee and Alexa do not turn because they are in the Present pose. But soon they see it’s Arlene with Lenore, who was at Marilee’s bedside when she woke up from getting sick from the loopy grass and scared by the cowboys. Smiling at the two little cows, Lenore and Arlene kneel beside Aphrodite, one on each side of the pregnant goddess. The two little cows can’t stop staring at Aphrodite, they both want to be like her.

Aphrodite speaks. “This is a very sacred moment. It is particularly special for me because at last I meet the two young women who will help the Farm go forward into the future.”

Automatically, Alexa and Marilee reach out their hands and grip hard. What is this about the future? Are they flunking out? But no, it is not about flunking out. It’s the opposite. Aphrodite continues.

“When the Farm was first established, it was a business based on the work of a famous chemist. He had discovered certain genetic markers that create helpful traits in babies. Traits such as physical strength, longevity, intelligence, inventiveness, and compassion for others.

“These wonderful ladies beside me are descendants of the very first of our line. Lenore is third generation, Arlene is fourth. I am fifth. Arlene is my dear mother. Ferdinand is one of my sweet brothers. You two young women have been chosen to help us create the seventh generation.”

Marilee can’t help herself. “What happened to the sixth generation?”

“They are away at college,” Aphrodite says.

Lenore walks over with a cloth bag, removes the contents and places them on the white blanket where Aphrodite sits like a fecund goddess.

The little cows look down in horror. On the white blanket, laid out for their viewing pleasure, is a selection of black butt plugs, tapered at one end, expanding to a menacing thickness, a narrow-waisted hardness with a round ball at the end. Marilee has never seen such a thing in real life, only on the Internet. She blushes with shame. She also saw one in Ferdinand’s back door the day of his punishment. The butt plugs are of varying sizes. Marilee and Alexa look at each other in horror.

“This is part of your submissiveness training,” Lenore continues, gesturing at the evil-looking black objects, “and part of what you must be able to do to please a male. Now girls, please kneel forward and put your heads on the blanket. That’s good. Now arms out straight from your shoulders. Good. Now spread your knees just as wide as you can. Wider, Marilee!”

Arlene is standing behind them now. She holds a black leather flail.

“While we are selecting the size you will each wear for the first step in your training, I am going to get you warmed up.”

The flail strikes gently on Marilee’s split crotch. Marilee shivers. The individual falls kiss through her open crevice, wrap softly beneath her belly and lightly sting her exposed girl parts. Stunned, Marilee whines with the anticipation of what Bayan Escort is to come.

Arlene applies the flail to Alexa’s raised bottom. Arlene moved from one lovely girl to the other; the soft blows continue to fall. They are never hard, but sting a bit in certain places.

“The first thing you must learn is trust. You must know that your Owner, or your Owner’s acquaintance, is not going to hurt you. There may be pain, but it will always be tolerable. You can always ask to be spanked, if you want some moments of intimacy with your Owner. Your Owner can be a bull, or a husband someday, another woman or a lover.”

Lenore has selected two butt plugs and placed them on the ground by each girl’s face so they can contemplate them. Both girls are terrified to see how the black objects fill Lenore’s small hands. Arlene stops flogging Marilee, and works exclusively on Alexa’s ass, which is rotating with animal motions as the heat rises in her feminine loins. She’s learned that pain can turn her on. Juices flow freely down the little cow’s inner thighs.

Marilee, conscious that the flogger has left her, freezes in horror to see Lenore pick up her butt plug and move out of sight behind her. A soft hand rests on her hip.

Unseen by the subjugated little cows, Lenore dips the blunt object into a bowl of warm oil, coating it completely. She rests the rounded end against Marilee’s starfish. Marilee trembles, but holds position.

“Remember your docility training. Recall we taught you to open yourself, by pressing your muscles down?” Marilee’s cheeks flame at the rude suggestion.

“Taking a dump is the technical term,” Arlene says with a laugh.

“There are other words,” Aphrodite puts in. Her hips make a subtle orbit between her spread knees, and her baby bump jiggles. “You can say shit, crap or poop. You can say cow pie.”

Behind Marilee, the slippery butt plug presses hard on her back door. Warm oil trailing between her swollen pussy lips gives her a little thrill. She concentrates on pushing her muscles down. The pressure increases and her anus stretches open a little bit. Lenore swivels the plug around to dig it in. Slowly the blunt thing opens a way inside Marilee’s rectum. Marilee has her eyes shut tight, concentrating on the thing trying to pry her open back there. A sheen of sweat comes to her face.

“The reason for the butt plug is to tell your Owner that you are always ready for them, in any way he or she desires. Another way to show this is to always be naked when you are with them, and to crawl on your hands and knees whenever you’re in private together. This is part of telling a bull how important he is to you, that you are there to please him utterly at all times and in any way he desires.”

The plug goes in a little more, Lenore rotates it energetically, opening the reluctant channel. Marilee grunts.

“It’s important that you make no sound, little cow,” Lenore says sternly from behind her.

Beside her, Alexa’s eyes are on Marilee’s face, watching her girl accept the plug, hoping she can do as well when it’s her turn. Meanwhile, Arlene’s flails continue to land in her split womanhood. Although still very soft, the constant strokes are warming her all over, pushing her to slutty rotations. Arlene stops whipping, kneels down and flicks her tongue in the little cow’s starfish. Alexa moans and arches her back gratefully.

Marilee opens her eyes and sees Arlene’s mouth pressed to Alexa’s crease. This is the worst betrayal of her life! Everything inside her says NO! Arlene loves me! Not Alexa! Tears come to her eyes and she drowns in a world of uncaring pain as the blunt rubber stretches her anus apart. Not fair! Alexa is getting her whoop-de-doo tenderly licked by her dear Arlene, while hers is being yanked apart by someone she hardly knows! With the heat of pain, the plug stretches her nether ring and Marilee does the most surprising thing. She moos.

Lenore pats her hip. “You are doing great, dear one. Only a little more to come.”

Marilee doesn’t feel so great. She feels more betrayed and humiliated than ever in her life. Her face is buried in the blanket and her ass is in the air, embarrassing her with its wanton hunger. She can’t understand why Alexa is even here, and why Alexa is getting such great attention. Then her eyes go to the menacing plug lying by Alexa’s sweet face. Marilee gets a moment of satisfaction, knowing that menacing black plug is what her friend must soon endure. Then she is sad she had that thought. So wrong.

With a heave of her willing hips, the plug slides in. Marilee gives a helpless bleat as her stretched anal ring slurps down the small neck and sucks down the plug’s narrow waist. She feels the thing hard up there. She realizes with hot chagrin that the black ball will be visible wherever she walks, wherever she crawls, whenever she is strapped to the milking rig. It is a signal for anyone on the Farm to know that she is Owned. She blushes. She has gone down a road from which there is no return.

Then, Escort the most humiliating betrayal of all. Her swollen pussy starts to drip.

Lenore hugs her, strokes her breasts, lifts her up. On hands and knees before her, Lenore brings her mouth into a sweet kiss. It is a delicious kiss, knowing, loving, understanding. It makes Marilee’s head swim.

“Good, little Marilee. Now, Present.”

Obediently, Marilee kneels up in the Present pose, legs well apart, hands on thighs. She cannot escape the blunt torment beneath her. God how it fills her up the middle! In her Present pose she has full view of Alexa’s charming form as the lovely girl kneels with her head down. Her bottom is red from the gentle flogging Arlene gave her, and now Arlene is dipping Alexa’s black butt plug in the warm oil.

Arlene with an oily finger gives Alexa a quick docility test, sliding a finger smoothly in until her fist presses the girl’s soft pubis. No move from Alexa whatsoever.

“Alright, little Alexa,” Arlene says softly. “This can be easy or hard. I’m going to hold the plug right at your back door. You decide how fast or slow it goes in.”

“Back door,” Lenore cracks. “Is that correct medical terminology?”

Aphrodite and Arlene laugh. “You can say poop chute,” Arlene says, holding the oiled butt plug firmly against Alexa’s stretched crease. “Or bunghole or brown eye.”

“I always cracked up at chocolate starfish.”

“There’s always Hershey Highway, or turd pincher,” Arlene says with a chuckle.

Aphrodite and Lenore groan.

“No doubt about it,” Lenore chuckles, “women are definitely lower than men.”

Alexa meanwhile is wagging her rump in small circles, getting a feel for the blunt thing that wants to get all intimate with her nearly-virgin rectal passage.

Aphrodite speaks up. “Remember, you two little cows, about your first experiences with docility training? Your goal was to show no reaction when someone sticks a finger up your hind end, even someone you don’t know. This might happen when you suddenly have a new Owner who wants to test you, and you must be ready. Now you must also know that a new Owner or even an acquaintance might decide to give you the gift of a bigger butt plug without the slightest notice.”

“Or lubrication,” Lenore says ruefully.

“Yes. Docility training is a big step in becoming sweet and submissive. It is to take away all a woman’s personal privacy. When a little cow loses the privacy of her own body, then she will be known as completely submissive and everyone will love her. Being submissive prepares you for your most important role. Do you know what that is?”

Neither Marilee nor Alexa can answer.

“Motherhood on the Farm,” Aphrodite whispers. “That is your destiny.”

This waiting is too much for Alexa, who at that moment gives a warlike cry and jams her rear end onto the rude black plug. It takes Arlene by surprise, so it doesn’t go all the way in. Alexa is frozen to the spot, hissing through her teeth with her anus stretched to maximum. Arlene reacts by shoving in hard. The plug savagely dominates Alexa’s ass, penetrating far enough to let the girl’s stretched anal ring slither down the narrow waist where it convulsively gulps at the unfeeling object.

Alexa screeches and cannot prevent the tears that follow. Arlene quickly lifts the girl up, embracing her with soft cooing sounds and kissing her as convulsive sobs settle into calm.

Watching Arlene’s deep tonguing of Alexa’s mouth brings for Marilee a stab of jealousy, followed by a sudden understanding of what love is. When Arlene kisses her, the kiss is just as warm, loving, and meant for her as Arlene’s kisses have always been. She knows Arlene wants to lie with her, kiss her, fondle her breasts and suck sweet pussies with her until they both scream. Marilee knows she wants the same with Arlene. She knows that her dear friend Alexa fully deserves that loving with anyone, including Arlene, whenever both of them desire each other. She knows she loves them both the same, and they both love her.

When the two little cows are calm again and both kneeling at Present, Lenore and Arlene kneel beside Aphrodite in the same pose. The five are quiet for a time.

“Good job, ladies,” Arlene says. “You both approached it in your own way, and both of you were successful. Very good. You need to be prepared, for this will happen to you again, perhaps many times. It might be in public, or in private. It could be at the supermarket, if your Owner swings that way. It will never be because someone wants to hurt you. It will always come because someone cares about you very much, and wants your submissiveness to be complete.”

Aphrodite’s calm voice returns them to the here and now. “Marilee, please put your body in the Present pose. Alexa, please kneel behind Marilee.” After the girls have shifted, Aphrodite’s voice comes again. “Alexa, what do you see?”

“I see my sweet love, Marilee, sitting perfectly at Present. Her body is so sublime I wish to hold her in my arms and fondle her everywhere with my mouth. She also has this black golf ball where her anus used to be. I liked the anus better, so ripe for licking. But the black ball tells me she is Owned by someone, and happily so.”

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Swinging each of her legs over Julian’s and mine, respectively. Marie settled back and started to stroke between her knicker-clad thighs with her agile fingers. Her peach coloured directoire knickers glinting in the light from the television.

“Mmm.. Watching you both spurt your loads has made my gusset ever so wet. I don’t think I will need my buzzing pussy-eggs, with you two lovely men at hand, will I?” She sing-songed, with a playful smirk on her full, sexy, dark red lips.

Julian was still breathing heavily, recovering from what seemed like a very intense orgasm. I nodded to Marie in agreement. I looked down at my hand caressing her shapely, sheer tan nylon-clad legs. Recollecting the photograph that accompanied their advertisement we made contact through.

It was of Marie, her back to Julian’s camera, bent over, touching her toes. Dressed in very sheer and shiny tan tights. So much so, they looked almost wet. Her Rubenesque figure and form accentuated by this delightfully, glossy hosiery. Marie’s gorgeous, plump cunt clearly visible through the hose.

A moan from Marie startled me from my reverie. I looked to see her visibly flushed and with the vibrating eggs from her pussy in hand.

“Nice daydream, Rich?” Marie smiled. I laughed, as I explained my pleasurable distraction to her.

“Ooohh! I do remember that well! My dear Julian couldn’t contain himself after that particular photography session. Could you dear?” Marie smiled lovingly at her husband.

“I certainly could not, my love.” Julian turned and nodded with a dirty smile in my direction.

“He gripped my hips and thrust his lovely, hard penis against my big nylon-covered bottom. Didn’t you dear? He shot so much creamy spunk over my new tights, Rich. They were absolutely soaked! Very expensive Wolford ones too, I might add!” She laughed.

I giggled and admitted that was my impulse too, upon seeing the photograph of her fabulous nyloned bottom.

“He Escort Bayan is so like you, Julian! Don’t you think?” Before Julian had a chance to reply, she continued.

“Anyway, boys.. I think this lady is due some pleasure from you both. Right now.” Marie softly commanded.

Julian and I nodded eagerly, as we stood up and discarded our knickers. Julian, slowly and gently, pulled his wife’s down too. Marie pushed herself forward a bit more and raised her legs, akimbo, into the air.

Julian handed me her damp knickers. I eagerly took them, lifting the gusset to my nose to inhale her musky scent. My cock immediately started to twitch back to life.

I remembered Marie having quite a prominent vulva and clitoris. Demonstrated to me, when they sent me a video of her queening Julian.

But, when I gazed upon it then. It was far more vivid in reality. She wasn’t shaven, just trimmed very close. And, her cunt lips were beautifully engorged and red.

Julian caught my admiring stare, as I wrapped Marie’s discarded directoire knickers around my stiffening prick. It twitched frantically. Reacting, as the silky, rayon material cocooned my erection.

“She is fantastic, eh Rich?” Julian asked. Looking with approval as I started to rub myself with Marie’s peach DK’s.

“Well, our young friend, have a peek at this!” His tone full of evident pride and love for his beautiful wife.

He spread her bum cheeks to expose Marie’s anus. At the sight of her lovely, puckered bum hole, I just could not help myself. I dropped to my knees and started to sensitively use my tongue to rim her inviting anal rose.

“You’re right dear.. He is a lot like me!” Julian laughed at my eager response.

“Ooohh, Rich! That is nice!” Marie joyously exclaimed. “Our new young knicker friend is very naughty. Isn’t he, Julian?”

“Just how we like our play mates, my dear.” Julian chuckled.

I pushed my tongue in further. Delighting Bayan Escort in Marie’s reactions to my exploration of her anal passage. Julian proceeded to expertly frig his wife’s excited clitoris. This had her moaning, uncontrollably.

The whole situation, the taste of Marie’s rear hole and of her pussy juices trickling down from her husband’s administrations. Had me stroking my cock, frantic with desire, into Marie’s lovely directoire knickers.

“Come up here, Rich. Beside me.” Marie panted. Patting the empty space on the sofa next to her.

I got up and knelt beside her, as she unbuttoned her cardigan to release her breasts. Lovely, big pendulous orbs with very stiff nipples and large, brown areolae.

I noticed Julian had become hard again and was slowly fisting his lovely looking cock. Marie took and gently guided my hand to her sopping cunt.

Without any further prompting, I slowly slipped three of my fingers into her easily. And, started to ease them in and out of her pussy whilst, at the same time, massaging her slippery clitoris with my thumb.

“That’s it, Rich. Frig-fuck your Aunt Marie’s horny cunt!” She cried out. Making an excited reference to a fantasy we shared in our explicit correspondence.

I looked up to see Julian lubing his hands and prick, before kneeling down in front of Marie.

He started to carefully nudge his stiff member against her bum hole. Teasingly pushing, just slightly, in and out of her lovely anus. Stimulating Marie to yet more moans and sighs of delight. Whilst, at the same time, locating my own anal cherry with his free hand and fingers.

“Oh Julian! Yes!” Marie urged her husband on. ” I want both your lovely, big cocks in my juicy cunt later!” She brazenly exclaimed, clearly in ecstasy.

Writhing sensually, her hand reached out and cupped my balls. Tantalisingly massaging the sensitive area between them and my anus, with her finger.

I gasped, as Julian Escort proceeded to insert his lubricated finger in my anal cherry. He was, thankfully, very gentle in his administrations to my tight back passage. As, besides self-pleasuring on my own, this was the first time I had experienced somebody else’s touch in my young bum hole.

“Uncle Julian is very good with his finger, isn’t he, Rich?” Marie breathlessly murmured. Her eyes misty and glazy with arousal.

Nodding in agreement and panting with pleasure. I concentrated on fucking her sopping wet cunt, faster, with my fingers. I leant forward, taking her right nipple into my mouth. Eagerly, yet tenderly, suckling her breast like some kind of lust-driven offspring.

Marie suddenly stiffened as the orgasm took her. She shook, her pungent juices gushing over my fingers and hand. It took me quite by surprise, the force and intensity of her climax.

The stream of cunt juices that ebbed and flowed from her pussy. Led me to think, for a brief moment, that she had lost control of her bladder. Marie looked beautiful as she spurted her musky wetness. Nor, would I have minded if she had relieved her warm, golden nectar instead!

I withdrew my hand and righted myself. So, as best, to position myself to match the motions of Julian’s expert fingering. I stroked my stiff, pulsating cock. Moaning, as they both tended to my anus and balls.

Marie leant forward to kiss and lick my throbbing, red cock-head. Just, as Julian slowly withdrew his finger from my back passage. Both actions causing me to shudder, gasp and groan. I ached for release and to shed the creamy cum from my balls.

Marie looked up at me, smiling.

“Mmm.. Well, I think we could all use a shower, after that, don’t you?” She winked at me.

“Shall we take our young friend upstairs, my love?” Julian asked, as he started to slowly stroke his eight-inch prick.

“Good thinking, Julian. We do have some fabulous undergarments in the bedroom, our sweet, naughty Nephew. Amongst other things!” Marie purred delectably.

“I think they will look quite adorable on you. Come on, now. Look sharp, both of you. The night is still VERY young!”

To be continued..

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Subject and background.

This is a recap of my first in-person session with a submissive. The subject passed the various pre-session requirements described in my second story “A few good subs” and after an extensive interview and evaluation process I offered him the opportunity to do an in-person session.

I’ll admit upfront that I was a novice at this point, as was my subject. Still, despite out inexperience we had shared several sessions which I think most true submissives would find fascinating and pleasurable. The transcript which follows is edited, but comes from the video recording which captures the session.

My subject is slightly heavyset, 36 years old, about 5′ 7″ and 180 pounds. He has an administrative role for a large company. He is turned on by a number of fetishes, but seems to thrive on the idea of being gradually transformed into a sissy maid and forced to serve me in various ways. When we first started corresponding he did not have a girlfriend, although recently he indicated he has started casually dating.

Prior to our first session we met for coffee where the subject was provided a copy of my contract and I explained in detail what he could expect from me and what I demanded of him. After some discussion and consideration, we agreed on the parameters of our arrangement and the contract was signed.

First session plan

Subject will obtain a room at a designated motel. He has been instructed to check in at 4pm and our session is to begin at 5pm. When he checks in he will be given an envelope containing a blind fold, a pair of cheap clip on earnings and a note which reads as follows:

“Up the street from this hotel is a large discount retail store. Go to that store and buy yourself at least a three pack of panties in your size. Styles and color are up to you. I will arrive at 5pm sharp. When I enter I will find you kneeling in the middle of your hotel room wearing nothing but the earrings, the blindfold and a pair of your new panties with the other two pairs laid out nearby. I won’t have a key to your room so be sure to either stop the lock or leave the door slightly ajar.

* * * * *Session transcript * * * * *

In a Spanish accented voice “Housekeeping, Hello?!”

Laughter….in my own voice “Well well, look what we have here. It’s a good thing I’m not housekeeping or you’d be quite embarrassed. Don’t get up, I’m just setting up my video camera to record our session. It looks like you’ve done a good job of following my instructions. The mint green panties are very cute.”

I pull a couple of items out of an oversized bag, adjust the camera a bit and turn on some lights. Laying my suit jacket over a desk chair I approach the subject and stand in front of him and quite close so that I’m towering over him as he kneels. I’m wearing a tan business skirt, light blue silk blouse with several buttons undone — a lacy navy blue bra can be seen at just the right angle. I’m wearing nude colored stockings and 4 inch caramel sling-back heels.

“Seeing you kneeling there in your panties is arousing and pleases me. I enjoy watching men like you submit. Are you ready to begin your training with me? I’ll remind you that this first session is introductory for both of us. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Good. As you’ve learned you may call me Ma’am or Mistress. You’re not to speak unless spoken to and I expect you to follow my orders completely and promptly. You’re here to serve me, I’m not here to serve you. Clear?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“I see you are quite hard inside those panties, does it arouse you to submit to me?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Are you nervous or is that all you have down there? It doesn’t look like much from this angle.”

“I guess that’s all I have Ma’am. I think it’s about average.”

“Average. Yes. Well, I’m sure you’d like to think that. Don’t fool yourself, it’s nothing special. It’s a good thing you’ve come to me for training because I don’t see many women being satisfied with that. If you become a good maid and toy boy maybe your girlfriends will at least let you give them some oral.”

“Yes Ma’am. I hope you will train me. I want to learn to serve you.”

“Nice, but just words. We’ll see what you’re capable of.

Before we begin we’ll need to give you a name to be used during these sessions. I’ve come up with two choices let me tell you about them. My first choice I’m increasingly confident about especially after seeing you kneeling down there. My first choice would be to call you Tiny since you’re kinda short for a guy and clearly don’t have too much equipment down there. What do you think of that?”

“As you wish Ma’am. I am short.”

“My second choice would be to call you Muffin. You are small and sweet and carrying a little extra weight just like a muffin. I think I’ve made up my mind, but I’ll ask you what you think. Just remember that anytime I give you a Escort Bayan choice it has consequences, so which do you want to be my Tiny or my Muffin.”

“I’d like to be called Muffin Ma’am.”

“Really? I’d pretty much made up my mind to go with Tiny, but I’ll hear you out. Why would you like to be called Muffin?”

“It’s not really that I like Muffin….err, well, they are both good names, but I’ve been called Tiny and Small Fry and stuff like that all my life because of my size. There’s not much I can do about that so I don’t really like Tiny that much, but it’s your choice of course Ma’am. You asked what I liked and that’s why I picked Muffin.”

“That’s a reasonable answer and I’m not a mean mistress. You want to be called Muffin so Muffin it shall be. Maybe Muffie some times too. That has a nice ring to it. You’re my little muffin. Muffie the sissy maid. Why don’t you try it. Who are you?”

“I’m Muffin Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

“Good, so that’s settled. I’ll remind you later, but your first homework assignment will be to set up an e-mail address that includes your new name. From now on that is how I will communicate with you.

Now, on to business. The first thing you must learn is how to greet me. Let me remove your blindfold, but keep your gaze turned down at my feet.

So when you have been invited to be in my presence I will expect you to promptly kneel before me at about this distance or where specified. When I’m ready to acknowledge your presence I will slide my left foot slightly forward.

You will kiss the toe of my left shoe and then say ‘Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ You will then kiss the toe of my right shoe and say, ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’ Go ahead and try it.

“Thank you mistress for letting me serve you.’

“It is my uhh, honor to serve you.”

“Close, but not good enough. The phases are ‘Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ And ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’ You must say it correctly, clearly and with sincerity. No umms or uhhs. Again.

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ “Umm its my honor to serve you and to serve all women.”

“Better, but still not correct. Once more. ‘Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ And ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’ Go ahead.”

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“Louder”

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’

‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“Once more, very loud. If we have neighbors I want them to be able to hear you.”

“Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“That will be enough for now. Be sure to practice this. You must be perfect on this or you will be punished, it is just the least of the things I will teach you.

I think we need to talk about your girlfriend for a minute. What did you say her name was?”

“I don’t think I said Ma’am. It’s Tammy Ma’am. We’ve gone out just three times.”

“(Sternly) Keep your head down and focused on my feet. I’ll let you know if you may look at me. It was good that you mentioned her. It’s normally my rule I won’t do sessions if you have any attachments. I made an exception in your case because I doubt it will last. So tell me about Tammy, is she pretty? Is she a good cook? Why did you ask her out when I was training you on-line?”

“No Ma’am. I’m sorry Ma’am. She’s, someone I’ve known awhile and she’s like a friend so I thought…well.”

“Is she pretty? Let’s say I’m and eight out of ten, what’s Tammy?”

“You’re not an eight Ma’am. You’d be a ten. She’s maybe a six.”

“Yes, so she’s four points less than me is what you’re saying. So if I’m an eight Tammy is a four. So tell me about Tammy the four. Does she have big breasts? Does she dominate you too? What’s the story? What’s her best feature?”

“I guess……I don’t know, she’s just nice. I guess, I’don’t know, she has a cute butt, Ma’am.”

“A cute butt. Tammy the four has a cute butt and I bet you’ve already dreamed about kissing it. You’d make a good ass licker. Have you kissed her butt yet? How far have you gotten with her? Does Tammy the four put out for you?”

“No Ma’am. I’ve only kissed her good night.”

“Just as well then. I’m sure she’ll be disappointed when she sees what you’re packing. I expect even Tammy the four has seen better than that. It would be Muffin’s four for Tammy the four…ha, ha..

“So you said she’s nice. Don’t you think I’m nice?”

“You’re nice too Ma’am. She’s just, you know, a friend. I didn’t know if I’d ever get to see you. She’s just, someone to go out with. When I’m not serving you. I want to serve you.”

“So I asked you to get rid of all of your body hair before this session. Bayan Escort What will Tammy the four have to say about that. Does she know you keep shaved? I wouldn’t want Tammy the four with the sweet butt to be angry at me. What’s the story?”

“I don’t know Ma’am. She won’t know for awhile probably.”

“So what will you tell her when she asks? Will you tell her the truth, that your Mistress made you get rid of the hair so you could get sissy training? Will you tell her that?”

“No. I mean…I’d have to come up with something…uhh Ma’am.”

“Yes well, I guess it’s good to know you’re in the habit of lying to your girlfriends. I’m sure you know that if you lie to me there will be consequences.

Please stand for inspection and thank me for making you get rid of your nasty body hair.”

“Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am. Thank you for asking me to get rid of all of my body hair. I want to be a proper clean shaven sissy for you.”

I spend a few minutes generally inspecting the shaving job, which as far as I can tell is pretty thorough.

“It looks like you’ve done a pretty good job. I expect you to maintain at least this level whenever you are in my presence.”

“Yes Ma’am”

(Removing a razor from my purse) “Please go to the bathroom and double check the area around your tiny dick. I’m not going to remove your panties to check right now, but if I do, I want that cock which is about the size of an eight year olds to look just as bald — got it?”

“Yes Ma’am”

Subject heads to the bathroom as ordered. I check the contents of the mini bar, pull a few items from my bag and then make myself comfortable in an easy chair in the corner of the room picking up a magazine and that I begin thumbing through.

Subject emerges from bathroom, looking puzzled as to what he should do.

Excuse me, Ma’am? I’ve checked my shave. Should I kneel?

I ignore him and continue to look at my magazine for about five minutes. Subject stands nervously awaiting a response.

“Did I ask you to speak to me? Could you not see I was reading?”

“No Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am. I should have waited for you to address me.”

“Do you think you should be standing?”

(Kneels) “No Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am.”

“Why are still wearing panties? Do you think I can inspect whether you’ve done a good job with panties on?”

(Blushes, head down) “No Ma’am, sorry Ma’am. This is all new to me. I didn’t know what to do? Sorry Ma’am.”

“Your apology is noted. Lose the panties and come stand before me, hands above your head.”

Subject leaves panties and walks naked to stand in front of Mistress, his nakedness a contrast to mistress in her professional dress.

Mistress leans forward to inspect his legs, then indicates with a small hand gesture for subject to turn around. “Hmmmm, good enough, I suppose. Its hard to believe, but that cock looks even smaller with no hair around it. You look like an eight year old. Go put your panties back on and come back here.”

Subject retreats to where he left the panties, returns a few seconds later wearing the plain mint green nylon panties he wore at the beginning of the session. His hard cock tenting the front.

“Submission really makes you hard doesn’t it boy? You’ll be whacking off for days over this won’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am. Probably.”

“Well, we have a solution for that. It will be part of your homework. For now though you still need some maid training. Let’s start with a nice apron. I’m sure a mama’s boy like you knows how to tie on a nice frilly apron. Can you do that?”

Mistress hands over a full ruffled pinafore/apron. Subject puts the top part over his head and then ties the strings behind his back.

“Not bad. You have some practice with aprons don’t you? How about a nice curtsey now. No, maybe not. You’ll need training on that. Lets finish the dressing. My goodness look how hard you are? If you get any more excited you might become Muffin the five.

Lean forward, I think a good maid needs a bit of lipstick don’t you?”

“Uhhhmmm, yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

“Ask for it.”

“May I please have some lipstick Ma’am. I want to be a good maid for you and a sissy maid should have lipstick.”

“Yes I think you’re right. From now on, when you are in my presence I expect you to be wearing panties and lipstick. Understood?”

“Yes Ma’am. Panties and lipstick.”

I apply an exaggerated swath of bright carmine red lipstick all around his puckered lips.

“There you are. One very adorable hairless sissy maid in panties, pinny, lippy and earrings. You forgot about the earrings didn’t you. Maybe a thank you would be in order?”

“Thank you Ma’am. Thank you letting me be your maid.”

“Ohhh, you’re far from my maid. My maid wouldn’t look like a man in an apron. My maid would be fully feminized from head to toe. No. You’re just a sissy-boy not Escort even a sissy girl. A sissy with a small pitiful cock that enjoys serving women. You have a long way to go to be my maid.

Why don’t you go look at yourself at the mirror for a few minutes. See how very pretty you look. Get a good image of your humiliating appearance in your mind.”

Subject goes to a mirror and stands looking at himself in the full length reflection

“Go ahead get a full eyeful. Raise your apron and look at your hard little dickie in the pretty panties. Let’s see some nice lipstick pouts as well. This is what you wanted. You wanted to be a sissy maid. I don’t want you to think I didn’t give you a chance to really enjoy the experience.”

Red faced subject raises his apron and makes some kissy faces at the mirror while looking at himself. He remains there for about 10 minutes while mistress periodically taunts him.

“I see you’ve added some blush to your look, very pretty.”

“Don’t stain those panties now, a maid must be neat and clean”

“Dance a little while you watch yourself, practice being graceful in your ruffles”

“Put your hands on your hips and give me a pretty little pouty face now”

“Show some dimples while you smile at yourself”

“Enough for now, come back in front of me and show me how you curtsey.”

Subject crosses the room and stands about three feet in front of mistress. He curtsies by bending slightly and crossing his left leg slightly behind his right.

“My goodness Muffy, you already know how to curtsey quite well. Did Tammy teach you that? Do you curtsey for her? Or was it your Mom or aunty that taught you to be such a good girl?”

“Thank you Ma’am. I just practiced myself.”

“A sissy even when no one is around. You must be very proud of yourself, spending your time perfecting your sissy skills on your own. Once more please, but dip a little lower and I’d like to see you point your toe a bit as it slides behind. Also please say ‘My pleasure Ma’am’ as you do it.”

(Subject curtsies as instructed) “My pleasure Ma’am.”

“Let’s see your maid skills. I could use a drink.”

“May I get you something to drink Ma’am”

“A curtsey please as you take my order. Again”

(A deep curtsey as instructed) “May I get you something to drink Ma’am.”

“Yes you may Muffin. I’ll have a Grey Goose on the rocks.”

Subject heads to the mini bar and removes a miniature bottle of Grey Goose, then returns to stand in front of Mistress silently waiting to be recognized.

After a minute. “Is there a problem Muffin? It’s quite a simple drink.”

“I’m sorry Ma’am. I don’t have any ice Ma’am. May I get you something different?”

“Perhaps a curtsey would be in order when you tell me you are sorry that you are not able to meet my needs. A little deference goes a long way for a maid. Perhaps there is a good reason why you can’t go down the hall and get me some ice for my drink?”

(Curtsey) “Ummm please Ma’am. I can’t, I mean, it wouldn’t be appropriate, like this I mean….”

I leave him hanging for a few minutes glaring at him with as hard of a glare I can muster. While I don’t want him walking the halls as he is, I want him to think that is what I’m considering.

“Yes well. I can see you’re not quite ready for that. I’d be embarrassed for anyone to even know you were training with me. Perhaps a scotch and water then. Just tap water will be fine. Not too much.”

(Curtsey) “Yes Ma’am, right away Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am”

Subject prepares drink as requested and returns. Curtsies and places drink beside Mistress on the nearby table. He stands awkwardly for about 30 seconds, being ignored, then kneels.

(Mistress takes a sip of the drink) “Not bad muffie. There is hope for you yet. Put the blindfold on and remain in position, hands at your side while I finish my drink. So you will have something to do, when you hear me place my glass back on the table, I want you to rub your little sissy boobies for one full minute. Make your little nipples nice and aroused.

Please be sure you’re not leaking into your panties as well. I know I said you’d have an opportunity for release this first session and I will give you that when I’m finished.”

I pulled a small vibrator out of my bag and rubbed it against my clit, through my stockings and panties. As I had hoped, it was quite arousing bossing him around and his sissy blushes had made me quite wet. The hum of the vibe could be plainly heard and it was clear Muffin was very hard at the thought of me bringing myself off right in front of him. Several times his arms twitched from his side as he fought the urge to touch himself.

For the next thirty minutes I teased myself periodically emitting moans of pleasure. I also took regular sips from my drink and occasionally set the glass down without sipping it just to make him tease himself.

While watching him kneel before me was arousing, I wasn’t quite able to bring myself off although I was definitely highly aroused and soupy wet. Deciding to leave myself unfulfilled, I repositioned myself, put away my toy and continued the session.

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